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virgin!perv!Eddie Munson x popular!cheerleader!Carver!fem!reader
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Summary:
No one could be more surprised than Eddie when you start giving him attention. But you’re the best thing that ever happened to him - consequences be damned.
Part 1
Warnings:
Smut (18+), masturbation, cumshot, voyeurism(?), dry humping, unprotected p in v, creampie, cum eating (kind of?), oral (f and m receiving), nudes being spread, violence, blood
Word Count: 16.7k
A/N:
I’m so sorry this took much longer than I thought - but I really hope you love it! One million thanks to my amazing friends @punkrockmlchael for my banner and always being a great help, @feral4youu for being an actual lifesaver and always wiling to discuss and help with plot and ideas, and @sudsys for reading everything I write as I write it and hyping me up!
Eddie watched practice from the bleachers this time, giving you his full attention. The sports bra and tiny little shorts you were wearing didn’t hurt. But you really were so good, it was impressive. His eyes widened when you pulled off a string of back handsprings without missing a beat.
“Why is the freak over there watching us practice?” your teammate, Leah, whispered to you, grabbing her white sneaker and leaning into a stretch.
You shrugged, redoing your pony with your green scrunchie wrapped around your wrist. “I invited him.”
Leah looked at you like you were crazy. “Why would you do something like that?”
“He’s a nice guy.”
Leah just stared at you. Then, a shrug - “If you say so.”
After practice, you went to the locker room right away and took your shower. Dressed in your green shorts with the white stripe on the sides and a loose Hawkins Tigers t-shirt, you met Eddie at the exit just as promised.
“Ready to roll?” he asked you. He’d been playing with his keys as he leaned against the brick wall, looking a lot more casual than he felt. He couldn’t believe this was happening - he was about to have you in his van, then in his house - in his bedroom. Sitting on his bed.
Thank god he put the panties away in his closet this morning.
“Ready,” you echoed, looking cheerful and energetic despite the long, challenging workout you had just done. Your pink duffel bag was over your shoulder, your hair down.
The ride to Forest Hills was a little awkward. Eddie, who normally could talk endlessly, couldn’t find anything to say. What could he say to you? He couldn’t exactly start rambling about D&D or Ozzy Osbourne. You would definitely think he was a total loser.
His palms were sweating as he pulled into the trailer park, both from his hands’ tight grip on the steering wheel and from the anxiety of you seeing where he lived. The Queen of Hawkins in his trailer? He felt like he could be sick.
He pulled up in front of the trailer, eyes glancing over to you to see your reaction. You didn’t really have one at all. It almost seemed like you didn’t care - like you didn’t look down on him for living here or being poor. He had pictured you scrunching your nose up, looking disgusted at the thought of stepping inside. But then he felt guilty - he shouldn’t have thought so low of you.
“Welcome to my castle,” he said as you walked up the front porch, Eddie dropping the keys his first attempt at opening the door. He blushed as he bent over and picked them up, trying again with shaking hands. He could feel you watching, making his nerves worse. Finally he got the key in the stupid lock and pushed the door open.
You looked around, taking in the Munson trailer. It was mostly neat, a few wrappers and dirty dishes sitting around that Eddie quickly scooped up. There was a collection of hats in the living room, a mug collection in the kitchen. It was small, but in a cozy way. It felt warmer and more lived in than the Carver house, that was for sure.
“Do you want to, uh…” Eddie gestured down the hall. “Come to my room?”
You smiled at him, but there was no innocence behind it. If Eddie picked up on it, he didn’t show it. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
Eddie led the way down the hall, distinctly aware of your presence behind him. He could physically feel it, like a promise of…something looming overhead. In his dreams, he thought.
Walking into his bedroom, the first thing he noticed was that he hadn’t cleaned up in a while. The room was a bit of a mess, clothes strewn across the floor and his ashtray on his bedside table full of both cigarettes and weed. The smell from the joint he smoked last night still permeated the room, much to Wayne’s disappointment, he could imagine.
“Sorry,” Eddie muttered as he lifted the ashtray and unceremoniously dumped it in his trash can. Your lips quirked up in amusement, which made Eddie feel a bit more at ease. At least, until he remembered who you were and that you were in his room.
“It’s no problem,” you said easily. You dropped your duffel bag on his floor and took a seat on his unmade bed.
The sight of you sitting on his mattress was distracting, to say the least. His eyes lingered on the way the sheets bunched around your bare thighs, your shorts riding up even higher than they originally were. You leaned back casually on your arms, your head tilted to the side, breasts perky and…well, there.
Your smile only grew - his staring was obvious but you didn’t mind. You liked the attention you got from Eddie. It’s not like you weren’t getting plenty elsewhere, but none were quite as adoring as the flustered metalhead standing in front of you.
“…The shrooms?” you reminded him playfully, to which Eddie shook his head as if he were knocking some sense back into his brain.
“Right. Yeah. Uh, they’re in one of these drawers…”
Eddie turned and began searching through the bottom drawers of his dresser. As he was digging through, he was completely unaware that you had decided to help him - by opening his bedside drawer.
The yearbook caught your attention immediately - it was obvious one of the pages had been dog eared and you were curious. With Eddie still crouched on the other side of the room with his back to you, you flipped open the book - and landed straight on your cheerleading photo.
Your eyes went wide. It wasn’t hard to imagine why the page was bookmarked, why the pages were slightly stuck together, or what he had been doing with it. You weren’t exactly surprised at the discovery, but having the proof in front of your face filled you with a wicked sort of delight.
“Eddie,” you said, your voice teasing. “What’s this?”
Eddie didn’t have the forethought to be scared, but when he turned around, he went pale, rooted to the spot. “O-oh,” he stammered. “I just- I- it was an accident-“
“Have you been looking at this picture of me?” You had a mischievous grin across your face, holding the yearbook wide open for him to see. “And what have you been doing while looking at it?”
Eddie’s cheeks were bright red as he gaped at you, completely lost for words. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Thank god he had hid the panties, but why didn’t he have a better hiding place for the fucking yearbook, too? “Look, I can explain-“
You flipped through the pages, seeing just the one marked - only you. Eddie fumbled over his words frantically. “I just- it was- I just needed to save that page, because…” He couldn’t even come up with an excuse. He wanted to throw himself out the window of a very tall building.
“Do you touch yourself while looking at pictures of me, Eddie Munson?”
It was pure panic now. His head was spinning, his breath quick and shallow as he looked around the room, desperate for something to spark some kind of idea. “I’m sorry, I- seriously, I’m not a creep I swear. Please don’t-“
“Why don’t you show me what you do?”
It was like his world stopped turning. Everything froze. Eddie looked at you with wide eyes - “What?”
You slowly crawled across the bed towards him, not breaking eye contact, his heart palpitating. When you reached where he stood at the end of the bed, you lifted your hand, rubbing it over his thigh. He was straining beneath his jeans, the zipper pressing against him uncomfortably. “I’m more of a visual learner. I want you to show me what you do with that picture.”
Eddie swallowed hard. He looked at a spot on the wall over your head, like he was scared to meet your eyes. “I…I don’t know what you mean-“
“I think you know exactly what I mean.” You sat back on your knees, looking up at him. He finally looked down at you, feeling breathless, like the air he was drawing in wasn’t quite making it to his lungs. His palms felt sweaty, he wiped them on his jeans.
“Look, I’m really sorry, I know-“
“Why are you sorry?” You frowned. “I’m not mad. I just wanna see.”
Eddie froze. He didn’t make a move, like if he did anything at all the moment would slip through his grasp, you would disappear or start laughing and call him a freak and leave with a new story to tell Carol and Tina. But none of those things happened. You lifted your hand instead, drawing it down his arm until your hand intertwined with his.
“Come show me.”
You pulled Eddie down and finally he obliged, crawling onto the bed next to you and sitting with his back against the wall at the head. You smirked at him, hands rubbing up and down his thick thighs. “So. How do you start?”
“Uh…” Eddie was still trying to gather his bearings, still trying to come to terms with the reality of what was happening. “I…”
You tried a different angle. “What turns you on?”
“You,” he answered quickly, before he had the time to think about it. He immediately felt like slapping himself, but the grin on your face only made his heartbeat speed up.
“What do you think about?”
“Fuck,” he breathed - and then it all spilled out. “I think about whatever you were wearing at school. Especially if it was your uniform. I think about your legs, your ass, your tits. Think about-“ He almost let it slip, almost said the way you look when you’re getting fucked, but pulled it back at the last second.
You sat up on your knees, giving him full view of your body now. His eyes roamed, drinking you in without shame, the apprehension leaving his body with the possibility of you giving him access to yours. “Do you like what I’m wearing now?”
Eddie nodded eagerly. Yeah, he very much did. The tiny little shorts showed off your body, and the oversized shirt did nothing but remind him of what you looked like underneath it. He longed to touch you, to finally feel your skin beneath his fingertips. He was sure he could make you feel better than Steve did. He’d had plenty of time to think about it.
“Would you like it better if I…” You played with the bottom of your shirt, pure teasing, but Eddie didn’t mind. “…took something off?”
Eddie’s eyes practically bugged out of his head, but he was nodding so fast he could barely process the way you giggled. His cock was so hard within his jeans, and you had him in such a trance, he was ready to take it out now and give himself some relief.
“You first,” you said. “Let me see what you’re working with, Munson.”
He was out of his mind with lust, he might as well have been having one of his wet dreams with how little thought he was putting into this. You were here, in his bed, telling him to take his cock out - he wasn’t about to question a goddamn thing.
He hesitated for only a moment before his hands darted down to his jeans, eyes never leaving you as he worked open the button and zipper and lifted his hips slightly to shove the material down his thighs. When he pushed his boxers down, his already rock hard cock slapped against his stomach, and then it was your turn to widen your eyes.
“Jesus Christ, Munson.”
Eddie stopped. He looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed together. “What?”
“Eddie.” You looked at him seriously, but he didn’t seem to get it. “You are huge. Do you really not know that?”
His cheeks tinged pink, heat rushing to them. “Well, I…I mean, I guess I kind of knew, but I don’t exactly have any experience-“
You didn’t acknowledge the last part of his sentence, because it was a surprise to no one that Eddie Munson was a virgin. But how could he not know what he was packing?
“I’ve never been with a guy quite so big…” you said, hands rubbing over his bare thighs now. He was bigger than Steve? His cock twitched, desperate to feel your hands on him, but you weren’t quite there. Yet.
“You- you haven’t?” The thought sent a thrill through Eddie, and without thinking, he wrapped a hand around his cock. He squeezed at the base, tip throbbing, flushed red with his arousal.
You were surprised at the desire that sparked deep in your belly, the sudden need to wrap your lips around him and blow his mind. But - not yet. You wanted to see a show first.
“Definitely not.” You licked your lips as you looked down at him. “It’s gonna take some work to fit.”
Eddie let out a strangled groan, hips snapping up into his fist just once at your words. “Fuck. You…you want to do that?” His voice shook as he spoke. “I think- I mean, we could make it fit.”
He hadn’t even said it to be hot, but it made you clench your thighs together anyway. “Maybe sometime,” you smirked. “What do you do when you start?”
“Uh…” Eddie cleared his throat. “I just…” He slowly stroked his hand up and down his cock, chest heaving as he watched you, in real life, on his bed. “Shit. I just…like this.”
Your gaze was hungry as a drop of precum beaded on his slit, and without missing a beat, he smoothed his thumb over it and rubbed it down his shaft. Your eyes flicked back up to his. “Do you want me to…?”
“What?” Eddie asked, lazily stroking himself as he looked at you, the small part of his brain still thinking logically struck with confusion.
You didn’t answer him. Instead, you leaned forward and spit on the head of his cock. Eddie let out a gasp, his cock jumping in his hold, but he spread the saliva around with his hand quickly, lubricating his dick as his eyes darkened on you. “Shit.”
“What next?” you whispered.
“I…” his eyes left you for only a second, darting to the yearbook then back to the real thing. “I’d look at the book. Look at your body. Think about what’s underneath.”
At that moment, you grabbed the bottom of your shirt and lifted it up and over your body, leaving you in just your sports bra. Eddie didn’t move his eyes an inch as you reached behind your back and unhooked the bra, slowly letting it fall forward, exposing your breasts.
His breath caught in his throat - sure he’d seen you topless before, but that was from across the room, hidden behind a shower curtain. You were half naked in his bed right now - he couldn’t get over that - here, wanting to show him. His eyes roamed your perfect tits, sitting so pretty on your chest, within his grasp. He didn’t reach for you - you hadn’t invited him to do that yet - but it took everything in him to keep his hands to himself. Without even noticing, he had begun pumping his cock, eyes locked on you.
The pleasure was building in his body quickly. His hand moved faster, breaths coming in shorter bursts. He let out a low, shuddering moan, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.
Watching Eddie jerk off - to you - was hotter than you’d expected when you initiated this little plan. You didn’t expect the way your panties clung to your wet pussy, your nipples hard in the cool air of his bedroom. You weren’t prepared for how badly you wanted him to touch you, how badly you wanted to tell him to fill you with that huge cock. The thought of having it inside you - it made you shudder, clit throbbing from nothing but the idea. What was happening to you?
“That’s it,” you cooed. “Stroke your cock just like that for me. That’s right. You’re doing so good, getting off for me. Look so good, Eddie.”
He looked so far gone, his wrist flicking so fast as he brought himself higher and higher. His cheeks blushed red, the muscles in his neck tightening every time he got especially close. He looked so good.
You were really about to say fuck it and crawl onto his lap when he started moving his hand faster, little “Fuck, fuck, fuck,”s spilling from his lips as he neared his release fast. You were almost disappointed, but also needed to see how he looked when he came.
“Are you close, Eddie?” you asked him, as if it wasn’t completely obvious he was.
“Yeah, oh fuck yeah,” he huffed. His abdomen muscles were clenching, his thighs shaking. And his eyes never left you - well, mostly your tits - but they never strayed from your form in front of him. You were all he needed to see, the only thing he needed to cum in under 2 minutes.
“Good boy,” you praised, and he whined. “You’re being so good for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Eddie moaned immediately. “So good. So good for you.”
You leaned in closer, seeing how absolutely wrecked he looked. So far gone. “You gonna cum for me, Eddie?” You grabbed your tits in your hands, squeezing them and playing with your nipples right in front of his face.
Eddie whimpered, then - “Oh, fuck!” - and he was cumming, his cum shooting up and onto his hand, his stomach, you. Some of it splattered onto your breasts, painting your smooth skin and nipples with white. Eddie’s jaw dropped at the sight, his cock twitching and giving one last spurt of his release.
When it was over, both of you stayed still, unsure what to do next. Eddie was terrified of doing anything that would ruin the moment, anything that would ruin his chances of having this - or more - happen again. He wanted that more than anything.
You sat back up on your knees. Eddie’s cock was softening as it lay against his stomach, his body still painted with his cum. He didn’t care - he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You, coated in his release, had to be the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life.
“Do you, uh…have a towel?” you asked awkwardly, gesturing to your chest.
“Oh, shit, yeah,” Eddie said. He leaned off the bed, grabbing a dirty-but-not-too-dirty towel from the floor. “Here. Can I…?”
You didn’t say anything, but let him wipe you off. Only once you were clean did he move back to his own body, wiping himself off. He pulled his jeans back up as you got your bra and shirt back on.
“That…that was…” Eddie began.
“Hot as hell?” you offered with a smirk, and he felt such immense relief in that moment, he let out a deep breath.
“Yeah. Holy fuck. I’ve never- never even dreamed of anything that hot-“
“I’m glad I could help you out,” you said. You were smiling at him kindly from where you sat, and Eddie still couldn’t believe his luck. He couldn’t believe this had happened, and you didn’t seem disgusted with him whatsoever.
“Oh shit,” Eddie said as he laughed sheepishly, standing from the bed. “I forgot all about your shrooms. Let me just, uh…sorry, I can’t think straight.”
“It’s okay,” you said. You were picking up your duffel bag, much to Eddie’s disappointment. “I do need to get going after you find them, though. My family’s gonna be wondering about me if I’m not home for dinner.”
“Got you.” Eddie held up the bag of shrooms. “Want me to drive you back to your car?”
“Yeah, that would be great.”
As you walked out of the trailer with Eddie, letting him lock up behind you, it felt surreal. What you’d just done, you hadn’t planned. Sure you loved teasing Eddie, but you hadn’t intended for it to go that far. But you found that you didn’t regret it. You found yourself wanting to do it again.
Eddie was a changed man the next day at school. He walked into Hawkins with his head held high, as if every student in the school could see it on him, could tell what he had done with you. Well, you hadn’t actually touched him, but still. It was pretty awesome.
When he saw you at your locker, laughing with Carol and Tina, he thought you looked radiant. He wanted to walk right up to you and say something, but he knew that probably wouldn’t go over well. It wasn’t like you were his girlfriend - but fuck, he wished you were. He caught your eye and you sent him a smile that sent sparks through his body. Carol and Tina looked in his direction, shooting him a look that was some kind of mix between disgust and confusion.
He wasn’t entirely unused to it.
He followed you around just about the whole day - he knew your schedule, of course he did. He waited until he saw you in the rare moment you weren’t surrounded by your friends, standing at your locker, getting ready for the game. He took a deep breath and began walking in your direction. He could do this. He was going to talk to you.
“Got something to say to my sister, freak?”
Jason stepped out in front of him - fuck, Eddie hadn’t even realized he was around. Rookie mistake: approaching the hottest, most popular girl in school in front of her douchebag twin brother. Patrick and Andy were on either side of him, forming the perfect ‘bully’ scene straight from a movie.
How cute.
“I-“
“No, you can save yourself the breath because I don’t think there’s any world where you’d have an excuse to talk to my sister that makes any sense.” Jason turned to each of his friends, laughing as if he were a real comedian. “If she wants to buy, she’ll come find you, freak. School’s over. You can run back home to your trailer park now.”
Eddie clenched his fists - he couldn’t let Jason get to him the way he was trying to. It wasn’t worth it. Behind Jason’s back, you turned, finally noticing the scene going on behind you. You looked confused for only a moment before you stomped over, bag over your shoulder.
“Jason,” you said. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Jason did a double take, looking back over his shoulder at you, then back to Eddie. “You can’t actually want to talk to this loser, right?”
“What if I do?” You put your hands on your hips, looking at your brother with all the attitude in the world. “I don’t remember hiring you as my bodyguard.”
Jason scoffed. “Yeah. Well, don’t worry, if this is the company you want to keep, I won’t be getting involved.”
“Good.” You tilted your head to the side. “Now don’t you have a basketball game to get to?”
Jason didn’t move at first. He looked between you two again, Patrick and Andy waiting for guidance from their leader. There was no independent thinking in that friend group whatsoever. Jason scoffed and shook his head. “Fine. Bitch.”
The three basketball players walked off towards the locker rooms, standing tall as if they needed to make the point that they were unbothered. You and Eddie watched them leave.
“Thanks,” Eddie said, looking less than his usual confident self. “That guy’s an asshole.”
“Yeah. Try living with him.” You smiled softly. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why he’s playing protective older brother all of a sudden. He doesn’t actually give a shit about me outside of his own reputation.”
“It’s okay. He just doesn’t want his sister seen talking to the freak. I get it.” He laughed, but it didn’t reach his eyes. It bothered you.
“Seriously, fuck him,” you said. “But, uh…” A smirk danced across your lips. “You wanted to talk to me?”
“Oh, yeah.” Eddie pushed Jason from his mind, turning to the Carver twin standing before him - you were much nicer on the eyes. “Uh…about yesterday…”
“Yeah?” You took a step closer to him and Eddie felt his heart thudding against his chest. There was no one in the hall but the two of you, his cock immediately stiffening as you placed your palm on his chest. “Did you think about it after I left?”
Oh, fuck, did he.
“Yeah,” Eddie admitted, needing to clear his throat. “Yeah, I…I did.”
“Ooh,” you hummed, pleased. “What did you do? Did you touch yourself again?”
Eddie closed his eyes. Fuck, you were going to kill him. “Yes.”
“Yeah?” you giggled. “Did you make yourself cum for me one more time?”
Eddie nodded. He was so far gone for you.
“And without me,” you tsked. “I would have liked to see it, Eds. Wasn’t that a little selfish of you?”
“I’m sorry,” he said quickly. You did something to his brain that he couldn’t understand. “Can…can I make it up to you?”
Your eyes lit up at that - it made Eddie’s heart stutter. You really wanted to see him again? That badly? “Of course you can,” you said. “Maybe I can come over again after the game?”
He nodded, way too vigorously. “Yes. Yeah. Of course.” His eyes dropped to the bag on your shoulder. “D’you want me to wait and give you a ride?”
“I can drive,” you said. “I don’t wanna subject you to basketball.”
Eddie was a little disappointed - he kind of loved watching you cheer. He loved watching you, at least. But he wasn’t going to say that. “Okay. Cool. You know where to go?”
“Yeah,” you smiled. “I’ll see you there.” You trailed your hand down his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in your wake. “Miss me while I’m gone.”
Eddie went straight home after school. He wasn’t interested in hanging around and taking even a single chance at missing you - even though you’d be cheering for at least 2 hours. Wayne was still home when he pulled up.
When he walked into the trailer, he saw Wayne standing by the kitchen counter, dressed in his work clothes and drinking a cup of coffee while he scanned over the paper. He looked up when Eddie closed the door.
“Hey, son,” he said. “How was school?”
“Fine,” Eddie said. He tossed his keys on the counter with a clatter. Wayne looked over at him before turning back to his coffee.
“How’d that essay turn out?” he asked.
Shit. Eddie hadn’t even started the essay that was due tomorrow. How did Wayne even remember that? He had been too preoccupied with you.
“Oh, uh…” he scratched the back of his neck. “Good. It, uh…came out good.”
Wayne gave him a hesitating nod, before shaking his head and turning back to his coffee. Yeah, he knew Eddie better than that.
Leaving Wayne in the kitchen - putting his coffee cup in the sink and reminding Eddie to lock up before he went to bed - Eddie went down the hall to his bedroom.
He was glad he came home first, because your panties were right there in the middle of his unmade bed. Maybe he’d had a little session this morning before school, so what?
He hid them far in the back of his closet, where he didn’t have to worry about any possibility of you finding them. Once that was done, he got to work straightening up his room. No more nasty ashtray this time.
When he was done, he checked his watch. Then again 5 minutes later. And again.
It was torture waiting for you. He didn’t know what was going to happen, but as long as you were coming over, he knew it would be the best thing that had ever happened to him. Just like last time - and you hadn’t even touched him.
A knock at the door pulled him from the chords he was plucking on his guitar. He jumped up, hanging the guitar safely back on the wall, and practically ran to the front door.
You were a sight for sore eyes on the other side. He thought you would have changed, but you were in your uniform. That sweet smile on your face, way too innocent for the kind of girl you were. And Eddie could see it, could sense it.
“Hi,” he said, his palms sweaty. He tried to subtly wipe them on his jeans.
“Hi, Eddie,” you purred, voice like honey. When he didn’t move, your smile grew bigger, your light giggle like music to his ears. “Are you gonna let me in?”
“Oh, yeah! Yes. Yeah,” he said quickly, shaking his head, the tips of his ears going pink. He stepped out of the way, holding the door open for you. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you said, kind as ever. You stood in his living room, such a pretty thing looking so out of place on this side of town.
Eddie closed the front door, then turned. He was standing right in front of you, unsure what to do. Should he offer you a beer? Suggest to go back to his bedroom? Would that be too forward?
“…How was the game?” he asked dumbly.
You laughed. “Fine. The usual.” You tilted your head. “Sad you missed it?”
His cheeks heated - you saw right through him in a way that scared the hell out of him, but also turned him on. He shrugged. “Maybe.”
You giggled again, taking a step forward. You were much closer now, the smell of that damn perfume filling his senses - matching the stolen lotion hidden in his closet. He felt his cock stiffen. He had fucking pavlov’d himself.
Slowly, you reached out and trailed your fingers down his arm, your touch feather light. Goosebumps appeared across his skin, a shiver running through his body.
“Wanna go to your room?” you asked, your voice so soft and beautiful it floated through the air to Eddie’s ears, his whole body going hot. He was getting harder by the second, and nothing had even happened.
“Yeah,” he said, barely a whisper. “Let’s go.”
You led the way, Eddie trailing behind you, watching your ass as your skirt swayed with every step.
In his room, you perched on the end of his bed like a doll, the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure what to do. It made you laugh as you beckoned him over.
Eddie swallowed, shifting awkwardly on his feet before finally moving to sit next to you. He couldn’t even look at you, bouncing his knee.
“Eddie,” you said lightly. “Calm down. It’s okay. It’s just me.”
It’s just you.
Yeah, it’s you, that’s the point.
Slowly, he turned to look at you. You were looking right back at him, your eyes shining with mischief. Your lips looked so soft-
“Do you want to kiss me?”
He was sure he had imagined it. He was asleep, dreaming, or he was in the middle of the most vivid jerk-off fantasy yet, because it sure sounded like he heard those words with his own ears from your mouth.
“What?” he asked, his eyes going wide.
“I said…” You lifted a hand, resting it on Eddie’s cheek. He jumped the tiniest bit, not expecting the contact, his breathing becoming shallow. Your thumb touched his bottom lip, gently pulling down before letting it go. “…do you want to kiss me?”
You really had said it. Before Eddie could wake up from this dream, he nodded vigorously. Yeah. Yes. Please.
You smiled, then leaned in slowly. Eddie watched you for as long as possible until his eyelids slowly fluttered shut, your warm breath on his lips, and then finally, finally, he felt the sweet pressure of your lips against his own.
Eddie had never kissed anyone before. Never even come close. But none of that mattered because right now, his lips were connected to yours, and holy fuck, what was happening?
He didn’t know what to do. He sat there, still, until you giggled against his lips and took the lead. You grabbed Eddie’s hand laying down by his side and brought it to rest on your hip while your lips moved against his own, showing him what to do. They were as soft as they looked, maybe even more so, and they tasted like the cherry chapstick you were always putting on in class.
He gripped your hip tighter, the stiff material of your cheer uniform beneath his fingers. He couldn’t believe he was finally touching it, touching you. You tilted your head a little more to the side, and Eddie jumped slightly when he felt your tongue slide against his bottom lip.
He kept his mouth shut, not getting the hint - you moved your hand to his chin, gently pulling down. With his lips parted, you licked into his mouth, and Eddie moaned, lightning shooting up his spine and his cock now fully hard. He held both your hips tightly now, pulling you closer.
You laid back on the bed, pulling Eddie down with you. This is it, he thought. She’s in my bed and we’re kissing and I’m gonna get to fuck her. Holy shit. Holy fuck.
You tangled your fingers in his curls, pulling slightly, which made him moan against your mouth again. He leaned over you, hips slotted between your legs, his left hand on your thigh, slowly rising up your skirt. At this angle, your skirt was almost all the way around your waist anyway, your Hawkins green panties pressed against the ache in Eddie’s jeans.
He was breathing heavily as you kissed, tongues licking against one another, pressing together. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, feel it thudding against his chest. When you let out a soft, breathy moan - that was it.
He couldn’t take it anymore. On primal, animal instinct, he rolled his hips against you. It pulled a low, strangled groan from deep within him - all he could think of was that it was your warmth he was pressing his hard cock up against. That only made him more desperate, and he rolled his hips again.
You whined, and Eddie began moving his hips faster. He thrusted against your heat, hips jerking unevenly, the friction exactly what his aching dick needed.
He pulled away from the kiss abruptly to bury his face in your neck. His body was shaking, huffing breaths against your skin as he whimpered quietly with every delicious thrust.
“God, Eddie, you’re so needy, aren’t you?” you whispered in his ear. “D’you want this pussy?”
He shuddered, nodding quickly, a choked groan torn from his lungs. His hips moved faster and faster, his fists clenched into the material of your uniform, god that uniform, and the warmth of your cunt was right against his dick, and you were whispering filthy things in his ear, holding onto him, pulling his hair-
“‘m gonna cum,” he whimpered.
Before you could say or do anything, Eddie stilled, his vision going black and his ears ringing, his cock pulsing as he came undone in his jeans. He kept rutting against you, pathetic whines into the curve of your neck. He moved his hips until every last drop had been spent.
Then, as he came down - the realization.
“Did you just dry hump me until you came in your pants?” you asked, giggling. You didn’t push him off you.
Eddie blushed deeply, not moving his face from your neck, not yet brave enough to meet your eyes after that. “Yeah.”
After Eddie had kissed you, it was like his obsession with you grew even more than he ever could have thought. If he felt like he thought about you all the time before, it was something totally different after he had felt your perfect lips on his, and made him cum - well, kind of. He mostly did that himself.
You didn’t speak to Eddie for a week. You’d give him a short smile when you passed by him, but you didn’t speak, didn’t ask to buy, didn’t come over. It filled Eddie with a deep disappointment - had he fucked up? Did he go too far? Or did you just think he was a total loser for cumming in his pants like that?
He felt so ashamed of himself. His dream had just begun to come true, he was just starting to think he might have a real relationship with you - then he went and got carried away during your first kiss. He was such an idiot.
He was so miserable it was noticeable to his friends, the guys joking that you must have gotten back together with Steve for him to be so upset. That only made things worse.
Eddie was still moping as he lounged on his bed the next Friday night. He thought about going to the game just to see you, but there was no game tonight. So, he sat at home, beating himself up over ruining the best thing that almost happened to him.
He still thought of you the way he always did. It still made him ache, still made him reach for his bedside drawer. You were like a drug he just couldn’t quit, no matter how bad it was for him or how guilty he felt.
The panties hidden in his closet were just beginning to beckon when a knock at the front door startled him. He sighed - it was probably someone lost, looking for a specific trailer. Forest Hills could be confusing if you’d never been there before, and this happened somewhat often.
He lazily reached for the door knob and pulled it open, the expression on his face bored - until he saw you standing on the other side.
Had he fallen asleep in his bed? This was a dream, right?
Eddie didn’t know what to say. He looked at you, stunned. Your smile grew bigger - he was just so cute.
“Hi, Eddie,” you said, sending his heart rocketing in his chest. “Can I come in?”
“Oh, y-yeah,” he said, moving out of the way. This time, you walked inside and went straight down the hall to his bedroom, giving him a smirk over your shoulder. He shut the door and followed like a lost puppy.
You had made yourself comfortable on his bed. Dressed in a colorful tank top and tiny jean shorts, you left little to the imagination. Eddie slowly, still dumbfounded, took a seat next to you.
“I’m sorry I haven’t spoken to you since…” You trailed off, not saying the obvious, as if sparing Eddie the embarrassment. He blushed, but continued listening. “My friends were…getting suspicious.”
“Suspicious?” Eddie asked, eyebrows shooting up. “Of what?”
“Of what I’ve been doing with you,” you said, finally meeting his big brown doe eyes.
“Oh,” Eddie said. Frankly, he wanted to shout from the rooftops that he had kissed you, but he understood why you might not want people to know yet. He was a freak, after all.
“It’s not because I’m embarrassed of you, I swear,” you said. “God, I couldn’t give less of a fuck about what those assholes think. I like you. I just don’t want to subject you to that. To the Hawkins gossip mill, the spotlight. To Jason and Steve. It doesn’t feel fair to you.”
Eddie nodded slowly. He didn’t exactly care about Jason or Steve at all, but he got where you were coming from. “So…”
“So,” you said. “I came here because I wanted to see you.”
Something twisted in his chest. “You wanted to see me?”
“Of course.” You rested your hand on his thigh, the warmth of your palm against him. “I like you, Eds.”
“Yeah?” He was breathless, your words stealing every thought, every ounce of energy from his body. “I…like you, too.”
You smiled. Eddie could have cried when you leaned in, and he met you in the middle, pressing your lips together again.
His hands grabbed onto you right away, holding onto your waist and pulling you close. Your chest pressed against his, and you pulled him down to lay on the bed with you, never separating from him.
Eddie felt like the luckiest guy who ever lived as he made out with you on his bed, his hand rubbing your side, your hand just under the very bottom of his shirt, resting on his skin.
You bit lightly at his bottom lip, and he moaned, allowing you to lick into his mouth, massaging against his tongue, all while Eddie let out quiet, desperate little whines.
You hooked your leg around his waist, pulling him closer. His straining hard-on pressed against your hips, and he grinded against you. It felt so good, that delicious friction on his throbbing cock, but he wasn’t going to let himself get carried away this time. He would not be cumming in his pants again.
You moaned, bucking your hips up against him. The feeling of him so hard between your legs made you impossibly wet, soaking your cute pink panties you’d put on for him.
“Eddie,” you moaned into the kiss, and he thought he had to have been dead or something. The sound of you moaning his name was something he thought he’d never experience outside of his filthy fantasies.
“Fuck,” he breathed against your lips. He rutted against you harder, fully hard now - maybe harder than he’d ever been in his life. Your hands trailed up his shirt, featherlight touch on his sides covering his skin in goosebumps.
You lifted his shirt over his head, leaving his chest bare. He felt a little self conscious, but the feeling of you rubbing your hands all over his chest like you couldn’t get enough erased those thoughts from his head real fast. Your hands smoothed over his sides and chest, his shoulders and back, like you wanted to feel every inch of him.
He was getting the hang of making out, starting to feel more natural. It was good for you, too, his kisses making you grind your clothed pussy against his hard cock.
Eddie pulled back, just slightly. “Can I please fuck you?” he asked, completely out of breath, his eyes glazed over and darkened with lust.
You giggled, the blunt question almost cute. You didn’t answer him with words, instead pulling him back down into the heated kiss.
Eddie slid his hands beneath your tank top, his calloused palms such a contrast to your smooth, perfect skin. They were shaking as he rose higher and higher, pushing the material up your body until he had removed it. You weren’t wearing a bra underneath - the sight pulled an involuntary groan from him, and he lowered his head, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.
You gasped, hands tangling in Eddie’s curls as he ran his tongue over the bud, his hand giving the other equal attention. His cock was throbbing as he sucked on your tits, just like he’d dreamed of, precum soaking into his boxers.
“Feels so good, Eds,” you moaned, arching your back into his mouth. He groaned against you, rutting his hips into you. His mouth never quit as his hand worked its way down to your shorts. He fumbled with the button for a solid minute before he finally pulled back, using both hands to get it undone. He pulled them down your legs, taking in the cute little pair of panties you’d picked today.
He gulped as he drank in your body, now completely bare besides that thin pink lace. You looked even better than he pictured. Your tits were so perfect, nipples hard in the cool air of his bedroom, still slick and shining with his saliva. Your whole body was flushed - so cute. You were breathing heavily, your eyes darkened with want just like his were.
Slowly, he reached for his belt buckle. He didn’t break eye contact with you as he undid his belt, then his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down his thighs. His stiff cock bobbed at his lower belly, tip flushed red with desire and precum beaded at the slit. He shed his jeans the rest of the way, tossing them to the floor.
He reached for your panties next, practically drooling as his heart beat in his ears, but stopped himself short. His eyes glanced up to your face - “This okay?”
You nodded. “Yeah, baby,” you purred. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
He groaned. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down, torturing himself, until they were off. Like a force of habit, before he could even think about it, he brought them to his nose and breathed deeply. A wicked smirk crossed your lips as you watched him.
Eddie gripped your thighs, spreading them wide just like in his favorite fantasies. Holy fuck, your pussy was even prettier than he imagined - he could have bust just from the sight alone - and it crashed through him, then, not for the first time, that he not only finally had a girl in his bed - he had you.
“Am I dreaming?” he asked, genuinely wondering. He had to be asleep or high or something, because there was no fucking way-
You laughed. “This is all real, baby.” Your hand trailed down your body, Eddie watching intently. You dragged your hand down over your tits, your stomach, down to your pussy. Eddie watched as you circled two fingers around your clit. “Oh, Eddie. I want you so bad.”
His cock twitched hard. His brain short circuited at the sound of you saying his name with those words, in that tone. He had to squeeze his eyes shut, taking deep breaths.
Your face twisted in concern. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he breathed quickly. “Just trying not to cum.”
“I haven’t even touched you yet,” you laughed.
He had never been so hard in his life. It was almost painful how badly he needed you. He was breathing so heavily, his hands trembling as he rubbed your bare thighs. He glanced up at your face one more time to make sure this was okay before he traced a finger through your folds, feeling how wet you were. He quickly brought it to his lips and sucked every bit of your slick off his finger, groaning.
Your eyes widened. “Fuck, Eds.”
“Taste so good,” he rasped. “Just like I knew you would.”
He situated himself between your legs, leaning down to kiss you again. His hard cock was pressed right against where he wanted to be more than anything, which only made him throb harder. Fuck. This was happening.
Eddie whimpered as he thrusted his hips forward, dragging the underside of his cock through your wet folds. You were that wet for him? Jesus Christ-
The feeling of your pussy against his cock was like nothing he’d ever experienced or even dreamed of. So velvety soft, and warm, and soaking wet with how badly you wanted him - not Steve. Eddie.
“You ready?” you asked him, reaching down to grasp his cock. Eddie whimpered again, his hips bucking into your hand without his permission. He was shaking, barely able to hold himself up over you. His heart was pounding in his ears.
“Y-yeah,” he said. “Fuck, yeah.”
You smirked, tracing him through your wetness one more time before pressing his fat tip right at your entrance. Eddie could not fucking believe this was happening.
Then, with one last deep breath and a roll of his hips - his tip pushed into your tight cunt. He breathed out sharply, hands tightening into fists in the sheets. Holy shit, you were gripping him so tight -
Eddie screwed his face up, his breaths coming out in quick pants as he inched further and further inside of you. He couldn’t look at you - fuck, he wanted to so bad, but he knew he’d cum instantly. He was already barely holding on from the feeling of being enveloped by your tight, wet heat, inch by inch.
“Oh my god, Eddie,” you moaned, manicured fingernails digging into his biceps. “You’re so big, holy shit-“
Eddie whimpered again, his hips jerking forward and pushing the last few inches in at once. “Shit,” he rasped. “Oh, god. Fuck. You’re- holy fuck, I’m inside of you- Jesus Christ-“
You let out a breathy laugh - he was cute, but he was also huge and pressed balls deep inside of you, so fucking deep you could feel him in your throat.
“Go ahead and fuck me, Eddie,” you cooed, and Eddie thought he must actually be dreaming this time. He nodded quickly.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay. I’m gonna fuck you now.” He was hyping himself up, and talking himself off the ledge. He pulled his hips back slowly - then pushed back into you, a shuddering groan leaving his lips as he felt his cock dragging back through your perfect cunt. His head dropped down between your tits, moaning as he began pumping his cock into you.
“Oh god,” he cried, fingers digging into the plush of the bed. “Shit. Oh, baby- fuck- H-ah, I-I can’t-“
He was fucking you so frantically - babbling incoherently, face contorted in pure pleasure - you’d never had a guy fuck you like this. Never had a guy so…grateful to be inside you, so completely affected by you and your body.
You had to admit, it was hot.
“Shit,” Eddie cursed. “You are so, so fucking tight, you feel so good, I’ve never felt anything so fucking- so fucking good in my life, I can’t believe I’m fucking you, holy shit-“
Eddie lifted one hand, grabbing one of your breasts around his face and squeezing it, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking on it again. You gasped, the movement unexpected - you clenched around him and Eddie let out a shuddering whine, losing his rhythm.
“That’s it, Eddie,” you praised him, which made him rut into you even harder as he buried his face in your neck. “Does it feel good?”
“Oh, god, yes, fuck yes,” he keened. “I’m not gonna- oh baby, I’m not gonna last, fuck fuck fuck-“
There was nothing he could do. He cried your name - just like he did every time he came - but this time you were here, and holy fuck, he was cumming inside of you, coating your walls with his spend and groaning desperately as he emptied every last drop into you.
His hips kept snapping into you, urgently rutting against you until he couldn’t take it anymore. Only then did he still, shuddering body pressed to your chest.
You had never had sex like that before. The guys you fucked weren’t virgins by any means, for one thing- but you’d never had a guy so utterly consumed by his desire for you. Even now, Eddie could hardly look at you, struggling to slow his racing heart, his body still shaking with aftershocks.
It made the sex good for you, even though you hadn’t cum. You were more turned on than you’d ever been, clit still throbbing between your legs.
“Was that okay?” he asked, breathing hard. “You didn’t…”
“It’s okay, Eds,” you said. “I had fun. Did you?”
His eyes went wide. “Yeah, fuck yeah. That was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He looked down at you beneath him, so perfect, real. “I could still make you cum?”
You raised your eyebrows. “You…want to?”
“Oh yeah, yes, I, uh…I really really want to,” he rambled nervously. “Let me just, uh…”
Finally recovered enough, he sat up on his knees, slowly pulling out of you. The second he left your tight heat, it was like grieving the best thing he’d ever felt. But - fuck - just like in his dreams, he watched his cum dripping out of you, and he hardened just the slightest bit.
His eyes were locked on your pussy, like he was in a trance. Slowly, without ever averting his gaze, he lowered himself between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs and preparing to bury his face in your cunt.
“W-what are you doing?” you asked him, leaning up on your elbows to look down at him. He had just cum inside of you, there was no way he was about to-
He looked up at you, all wide eyed confusion. “Eating you out?” he said, like a question. “I mean, only if you want me to-“
“No, I-“ You were still confused, was he seriously about to just dive in with his cum leaking out of you? “I mean, you want to?”
“Fuck yeah I want to,” he huffed a laugh, like he couldn’t believe you’d even ask. He looked back down at your pussy, spreading your folds with his fingers and looking at it like he’d never seen anything better. “You know how many times I’ve dreamed of this?”
You would have said something else, but then Eddie dove in, sticking out his long tongue and licking a stripe through your folds, tasting both of you on his tongue. You cried out, falling back on the pillows.
Eddie groaned as he devoured you, licking and sucking, bringing you higher and higher. He had no clue what he was doing, but he certainly had the enthusiasm. He was sloppy with it, not even thinking, just doing what he’d always dreamed of while his cock hardened again, grinding his hips against the bed.
He couldn’t help it. He had just cum harder than he ever had, but here he was, rock hard, ready to go again. This was his dream come true, and he was going to take full advantage of it. He sucked hard on your clit, and your back arched, pressing your pussy harder against his face while you pulled him in by his hair, groaning loud.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he said, muffled against you. “Pull me in, baby, just like that. Fuck, you’re so good.”
“Eddie!” you keened, the coil tightening in your belly, burning hotter and hotter. “Oh my god- you’re fucking unreal-“
“You deserve to be worshipped, baby,” he hummed against your slick pussy, determined to pull an orgasm from your shuddering body. “Can you cum for me?”
It was like he had put on a whole new confidence, a whole new man now that he was finally getting what he always wanted. You were barely holding on, slipping off the edge-
“EddieEddieEddie, oh god, oh fuck-!”
You cried out, a loud, desperate, broken moan as your vision went white and you fisted your hands in Eddie’s hair, grinding your hips against his face as you came harder than you ever had. Eddie groaned and took everything you gave him, like it was the sweetest nectar from the gods and he’d never get a taste again.
He kept going until you were pushing him away, too sensitive to stand any more. He pulled back to look up at you - looking absolutely sinful, his lips and chin wet with your slick and his eyes wide and adoring.
“Can I please fuck you again?”
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise - “What?”
You looked down, and sure enough, Eddie was fully hard again. He wrapped a hand around himself, desperate for some kind of pressure on his aching dick, his sweaty, tattooed chest heaving while he looked down at you like he was ready to devour you all over again.
“Please,” he said. “I couldn’t help it. That was so fucking hot. Please.”
Stunned, you simply nodded.
Eddie wasted no time in climbing back over you, kissing your neck, your face, your chest. He lined himself back up and pushed himself inside with a whine.
“Shit,” he whimpered. “Oh, fuck. I really won’t last.”
He pulled his hips back and snapped them into you, building a fast, desperate pace. You were so sensitive, your mind turning to a lustful haze, all you cared about was the feeling of Eddie’s massive cock sinking into you, to the fucking hilt each and every time.
Eddie couldn’t think straight. It was pure animalistic instinct, driving into you like he would die if he didn’t. The noise of his skin meeting yours filled the room, with his breathy groans and your fucked-out whimpers.
Suddenly, you sobbed, clenched around him, holding him tight, throbbing-
“Are you cumming again?” Eddie asked, looking at you in disbelief. “Oh fuck, oh Christ-“
He let out a roar of a moan, wrapping his arms around your body in a tight hug, his face buried in your neck while he bucked his hips into you, filling you with his release for the second time. He rode out his high until he couldn’t take it anymore, stilling, trembling.
You stayed like that for a few minutes, both completely wrapped up in each other, unable to let go of the tight grip you had on one other. Finally, finally, Eddie lifted his head from your shoulder and looked down into your eyes.
He looked so blissed out, looking at you in wonder, sweat creating a sheen on his forehead, lips red from biting them. You were in much the same condition, body flushed, eyebrows furrowed, pretty lips parted as you looked up at him.
“Eddie…” you whispered. You didn’t have to say more - he could feel everything you left unsaid.
When he reluctantly pulled out, he collapsed on the bed next to you. He wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you as close to him as possible.
“Don’t leave,” he whispered, his nose nudging the shell of your ear. “Stay the night.”
You couldn’t say no.
“Well boys, I may be a third year senior, but I’ve graduated from what matters. I’m not a virgin anymore.”
That got everyone’s attention at the table. The guys looked at him, both dumbfounded - and also not believing a word he said.
“With who?” Jeff asked suspiciously, his brows drawn together. “You finally call that groupie from the Hideout?”
“No,” Eddie said, sly grin on his face. He opened his lunchbox, smiling to himself like he was proud. He opened a bag of chips, popping one into his mouth. “That’s the best part.”
“Who, then?” Gareth asked, humoring Eddie.
Eddie looked across the cafeteria. You were standing in the line, laughing with Carol. You were wearing the sweetest little sundress, and all Eddie could think about was getting beneath it. You glanced over, sending him a brilliant smile that had his chest aching for you. He turned back to his friends, eagerly awaiting the answer.
When your name rolled off his tongue, silence descended over the group. Then - laughter. Eddie’s face dropped as his friends laughed harder than he’d ever seen.
“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England,” Grant said.
“How was that dream? Did you wake up sticky?” Jeff joked.
“Mastubating with her panties doesn’t count,” Gareth said.
Heat spread through Eddie’s body, both anger and embarrassment. Sure, it was unlikely, but they really had no faith in him? They thought it was that impossible?
“I’m being serious,” Eddie said. “We-“
“Man, I think you’re getting a little too obsessed,” Gareth said. “You’re losing it.”
“I am not crazy!” Eddie exclaimed. “Jesus, is it really that hard to believe that she might like me back?”
That comment settled over the group. Gareth, Jeff, and Grant looked at each other - and Eddie thought maybe they might listen to him. But then they started laughing again, and Eddie’s heart sank.
“Good one, Eddie,” Jeff said. “Almost had me for a second there.”
Eddie deflated. His friends really thought he didn’t have a chance in hell with you. They thought you were so far out of his league, the idea was laughable.
It kind of hurt.
Eddie gave up the subject as Dustin, Mike, and Lucas approached the table with their lunch trays - not the conversation to have in front of his lost little sheepies.
Lunch moved on as normal, but Eddie was still bothered. Sure, he was a freak, and probably the least popular student in Hawkins while you were the most - but that didn’t mean he wasn’t good enough for you, right?
Maybe they were right.
Standing at the mirror in your en suite bathroom, you applied your lipstick in the mirror. Rubbing your lips together and cleaning up the smudge that escaped your lower lip, you were finally satisfied with the look. You wore a low cut black top with a short skirt, your hair perfectly styled.
Eddie was gonna lose his mind.
Slipping your heels on your feet, you walked out of your room and down the hall.
“Seeing Steve?”
You froze, rolling your eyes before turning around. “What do you care?”
Jason crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, in his usual varsity jacket, polo, and jeans. He looked smug, but when didn’t he?
“Just checking on my sister. Wouldn’t want her out getting herself in trouble.” His eyes quickly scanned your outfit. “Especially dressed like that.”
You were losing your patience fast. “It’s none of your business where I’m going,” you said. “Don’t you have plans with your boyfriends?”
He dropped the smirk. “Fuck you. You’re such a bitch.”
“Wonder where I got it from,” you rolled your eyes again, crossing your arms. “Are we good here? Can I go?”
Jason scoffed. “Yeah, I guess so. Have fun being treated like nothing but a hole to fuck - seems like you like that, though.”
Having heard enough, you turned and stomped down the stairs. Thinking you were in the clear after escaping Jason, you let out a breath. You were almost free, hand on the doorknob, when-
“And where are you going looking like that?”
You wanted to scream. You wanted to punch a wall, to throw something, to run away. Instead, you turned.
“I’m going out with a friend,” you said, crossing your arms over yourself more in an attempt to hide than to have an attitude.
Your mother looked at you with clear disapproval, full glass of wine in her hand - definitely not her first of the night. “You look like a whore.”
The words struck you like a slap. You winced, looking down at your feet. You didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t anything to say.
“Are you one?” she asked, taking a step closer to you. “Going to meet up with some boy, I suppose. Maybe if you spent more time with your brother and his friends, you’d have some respect for yourself.”
You just nodded, the anger and shame rolling in your chest. There was no point arguing back with your mother. She was sure to smack you back down anyway.
She shook her head, slowly. “How did I end up with a daughter like you?”
You waited until she had returned to the living room to polish off that glass of wine and pour another. You willed the tears brewing in your eyes not to fall - you didn’t want to ruin your makeup, after all - and snatched your car keys from the hook by the door.
And went off into the night.
You’ve pulled yourself together by the time Eddie opens the door to find you standing on his porch, looking sorely out of place in his trailer park. His lips curled into a grin and he held a hand out that you accepted. He brought your hand to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss to your knuckles.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
You blushed, taking in Eddie’s ripped jeans with the chain attached and Iron Maiden t-shirt. The bad boy metalhead look was really doing it for you - you had to admit.
“Thank you,” you smiled. Eddie stepped back into the trailer, never letting go of your hand - then pulled you into him. You squealed and laughed as you crashed into Eddie’s firm chest, looking up at him with sparkles in your eyes. He pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.
It was still so new to you. You never expected that you would have butterflies in your stomach because of Eddie Munson. You never expected that you would be dressing up for him because you wanted him to think you looked beautiful. Never would you have thought you’d be sneaking out of your house just to see him again.
“I, uh…” he said shyly after you had parted. “I got some…movies from Family Video. I thought maybe you might want to watch one?”
You were a little taken aback - with Steve, it seemed like it was always just sex. You assumed all Eddie had wanted was sex, too, but - this was a pleasant surprise. You smiled at him. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”
You curled up with Eddie on the couch in the living room of the trailer, watching Day of the Dead. A couple of times you winced, hiding your face in Eddie’s chest - he ate it up, pulling you closer, his arm around you.
“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered against the top of your head. “I’ve got you.”
When the movie was over, Eddie shut the TV off. He looked down at you. “D’you have to go?” he asked quietly, nose nudging your cheek. He placed a gentle kiss against your jaw.
It really didn’t take any convincing. “I don’t have to,” you said. “No one will notice if I don’t come back on time.”
Eddie was relieved to hear you could stay, but his chest ached for you at your words. He didn’t know much about your home life - besides that Jason was your twin brother, and that was bad enough.
He rested his hand on the side of your face, his thumb caressing the skin there. “Wanna go to my room?”
Minutes later and you were on Eddie’s bed once again, your arms wrapped around his neck while he kissed you like you were the air he needed to breathe. His hand was up your shirt, groping at your tits - god, he was obsessed with them - already hard beneath the confines of his jeans.
He was breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against yours, trying to get his bearings. His head was spinning with how turned on he was, how badly he wanted to have you again.
“Can I take it off?” He whispered, pulling at the hem of your top.
You nodded. Eddie wasted no time, throwing the top to the floor and pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts, sucking the skin into his mouth and leaving marks. You moaned, arching your back. There wasn’t a single thought in your head anymore other than Eddie.
His hands slid around your back, fumbling with the clasp of your bra. It took him a while to get it, but eventually he sighed in victory as it came undone and the material fell away, revealing your perfect bare tits. He grabbed them in his large hands, rubbing his thumb over your nipples. He stayed there for a while.
“…Having fun?” you asked with a giggle, relaxing back on his pillows while Eddie lavished attention on your chest.
“Fuck yeah,” he said, not even looking up to meet your eyes. “I fuckin’ love these.”
You hummed, enjoying the feeling. He rutted his clothed cock against your thigh, groaning. You ran your hands beneath his shirt, feeling his soft stomach, his chest. You pulled the worn band tee over his head and tossed it away with your own.
Before long you were both completely naked again, Eddie holding your body close to his own. His cock was throbbing against you, so desperate for something, anything.
“Can I try something?” he asked breathlessly, looking down at you.
You furrowed your brows slightly. “Sure,” you said. You didn’t need to know what it was - you would let him do whatever he wanted. It was too fun.
He threw a leg over your body, straddling your stomach. You looked up at him with wide eyes, his massive cock at eye level. He rubbed the tip of his cock around each of your nipples, slowly, tortuously - then slipped his shaft between them, holding them close around it.
You gasped as Eddie rolled his hips, his cock dragging between your breasts. His eyes were glazed over, looking down at you with pure lust as he thrusted again, fucking your tits. He groaned loud, throwing his head back.
“Is that good?” you asked softly, watching him use your body to pleasure himself. “Feel good?”
Eddie nodded quickly, continuing to thrust his hips against you. “S-so good,” he stuttered, moving his hips faster.
You looked up at him through your lashes, and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to brush against the tip of his cock every time he rocked forward.
He gasped, quickly turning into a moan, moving faster and faster and faster-
His thighs were trembling around your body, his hands squeezing your tits tighter. He was rutting his cock between them, panting, little whines on the end of each breath.
“Make yourself cum, baby,” you said. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good.”
“Yeah?” he rasped. “Want me to- to c-um?” He was so close already, that heat spreading throughout his body. The way you looked beneath him, beautiful face, shining eyes looking up at him, and your tongue sticking out, rubbing against that sensitive underside of his cock-
He cried out and came hard, his spend shooting onto your face, tongue, and chest in endless ropes while he shook and whimpered and rode out every last aftershock.
After he had calmed down enough to move, he climbed off of you on shaking legs. He took in your appearance while you looked up at him, your expression far too sweet for the sinful view in front of him.
You were laying in his bed, naked, covered in his cum.
“God,” Eddie breathed. “You- you look…”
An idea struck you at that moment. You looked over at his dresser, seeing the polaroid camera sitting on the edge that you had noticed earlier. You nodded towards it. “Get the camera.”
His eyes practically bugged out of his head, but he quickly jumped up and grabbed it. He came back over to you holding the instant camera between his hands, a nervous grin on his flushed face.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes, Eddie,” you said, full of confidence, a smirk on your face. “Then you’ll really have something to look at.”
Eddie was in love.
He lifted the camera to his face, seeing you through the viewfinder. You laid splayed out across his bed, his release coating your tits and face, looking like the hottest thing he’d ever seen - none of the barely touched dirty magazines beneath his bed could compare to this.
He snapped the photo. When it printed, he watched it develop until that beautiful sight revealed itself in front of his eyes. His breath got caught in his throat - it was perfect. It was fucking filthy. He took another, just because.
“Can I, uh…keep this in my wallet?” Eddie asked, looking at you sheepishly.
You smirked up at him. “Sure, Eds.”
After cleaning you up, Eddie repaid the favor between your legs. He brought you to heaven on his tongue three times before he let you go, you reluctantly mumbling about needing to get home before your parents realized you weren’t there in the morning and called the national guard.
You both redressed, pulling your bra, top, and skirt back on. You picked up your lacy black panties from the floor of Eddie’s bedroom - where it felt like they belonged. His heart was beating in his ears when you walked up to him and rested a hand on his chest.
“Here,” you said, stuffing the panties into his jeans pocket. “For your collection.”
Eddie was obsessed with that photo.
He looked at it every day, multiple times a day. It was infinitely better than your cheer photo (although that still got pulled out, too). He couldn’t get enough of it.
The flush on your skin. Your half lidded bedroom eyes. Your naked body on full display. The cum coating your tits and face - his cum. That expression on your face, so seductive. He wanted to go back to that moment again and again.
He had the photo in his wallet as he walked into school. It felt like it weighed 50 pounds there, he couldn’t think of anything else. A few times he snuck off to the bathroom, just to pull it out and look at it for a minute.
You gave him a smirk and a wink when you passed him in the hall, making his cheeks burn. He couldn’t wait for the next time he’d get to be alone with you.
He couldn’t stop looking at the photo any chance he got. As he left his last class before lunch, he thought maybe just one more peek before going to the cafeteria. He snuck off into the bathroom, closing himself in a stall and reaching into his pocket, taking his wallet out and opening it-
Finding nothing.
He froze. His body felt ice cold. He knew it was in that pocket of his wallet, it had been all day, but he checked the whole thing just in case. Empty.
Pure panic struck into his chest. He rushed out of the bathroom, sprinting to his last class. The room was empty. He searched all around his desk - inside it, on the floor beneath it, the floor of the whole room. He rushed through the hallways, every classroom he’d been in since he looked at it last - it was nowhere.
He felt sick to his stomach as he walked to the cafeteria. What had he done?
Jason was at his locker after school when Andy approached him - cautiously. He knew how Jason’s temper could be, and he was worried he was about to be on the receiving end of it.
“Uh, hey, man,” Andy said, apprehension evident in his voice. Jason turned to his best friend.
“What’s up?” he asked, his brows furrowed. He shut the locker door, giving Andy his full attention. Besides the confusion on his face, he seemed relaxed, in a good mood.
“Uh…” Andy scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t know how to tell you this.”
“Just say it,” Jason said, beginning to lose his patience. The anticipation was making him anxious. Whatever it was, it was bad. “What’s going on?”
“Look, Jason,” Andy said. “I just, uh…look, as soon as I saw it I came here. It hasn’t been seen by anyone after me. But I, uh, just thought you should know this was being passed around.”
Andy held out a polaroid photo, upside down. Jason looked down at it, then glanced back up at Andy - who was looking anywhere but at Jason. He took the photo from his friend’s hand, and turned it over.
“Oh, Jesus Christ.”
He felt sick. He felt angry. Nausea roiled in his stomach, and fire spread through his veins, making him shake. “What the fuck?”
“I don’t know, man, I swear,” Andy said quickly, holding his hands up. “It was being passed around in the locker room, and I came straight to you. I don’t know where it came from.”
Jason clenched his fist, tensing his jaw. His breathing picked up, head spinning, tunnel vision. The anger was clear in his eyes - Andy backed up.
He turned and punched the locker, leaving a deep dent.
Steve stood in the locker room, laughing with some of his teammates. He was shirtless, still wearing his jeans. He didn’t even look when Jason came in.
“Harrington!”
Steve turned just in time to feel a heavy force against his chest, slamming his back into the lockers and knocking the air from his lungs. His wide eyes met Jason’s fiery ones. The rest of the team backed off, staying out of it.
“What the fu-“
Jason swung his fist, catching him right in the jaw. Steve’s head was knocked to the side, blood spraying from his mouth. Steve recovered quickly, shoving Jason off of him.
“What the fuck, man?” he said, holding his jaw. “What the hell was that for?”
Jason held the photo in front of Steve’s face with a hand that shook in anger. Steve looked at it, his face conveying complete surprise.
“What the fuck have you done?” Jason screamed in his face. “You fucking creep. I’ve had about enough of you.”
Steve snatched the photo from Jason’s hand, looking at it closer. “Jesus,” he whispered. “I don’t- I didn’t-“
“I know damn well this was you, you fucking piece of shit,” Jason yelled, getting in Steve’s face. “She’s done nothing but give you everything you want, and you treat her like a fucking-“ He stopped, rubbing a hand over his face. He was furious. He was more than furious.
“I didn’t fucking do this,” Steve said, still looking down at the photo. The anger was building within him, too. “That’s not my fucking bed. I don’t- I don’t know who took this.”
“You’re a fucking liar-“
“I’m not!” Steve yelled back. “Fuck! That doesn’t look anything like my room. I swear to god, I didn’t take that fucking picture.”
Steve looked sincere. Lost for words, Jason took a step back. “You didn't take it.”
“No, dude,” he said. “I- I didn’t even know she was sleeping with anybody else. I don’t know anything about it.”
Steve was pale as he looked at the photo. He didn’t like seeing you like that, knowing it wasn’t him you were with. The idea of you with another guy made him sick.
Jason looked at him for a minute longer, before snatching the photo out of his hand. He pointed his finger in his face- “Let me find out you’re lying, Harrington.”
And with that, he stomped out of the locker room.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” Eddie said for the millionth time. “I swear I never would have let it out of my sight, I never would have done this on purpose, I’m not like that, baby, I promise you-“
“Eddie,” you said, putting a stop to his rambling. “Please. I get it.”
“I just don’t want you to hate me,” he said. His eyes were glassy, and he had never felt so panicked, so guilty, so distraught in his life. “That picture was for me only. You’re my dream girl, baby. I would never in a million years do anything to fuck that up.”
You knew he was telling the truth. You knew it was an accident. But still, it was your naked photo that got passed around the school, it was your body the entirety of Hawkins High got a full view of, and it was you that would have to live with it.
“It was careless, Eds!”
“I know,” he said. He dropped to his knees in front of where you sat at the end of your bed. “Fuck, I know. I can’t…I can’t tell you how fucking sorry I am. How badly I regret it.”
You had told him he could carry the photo with him, sure, but you thought he’d be careful. You knew he genuinely regretted it, he was so remorseful, and when he looked up at you with those big doe eyes, it was hard to stay mad. But this was something he couldn’t undo.
“I get it, Eddie, but you can’t take this back.”
“Is there any way I can make it up to you?” he begged, pleaded. He clutched your hands in his. He would go to the ends of the earth to make things right.
“You really fucked me over, you know that?” you ranted. “How am I supposed to live that down? I don’t know if we can see each other anymore, I mean, I have to fucking explain this to everyone. You’re such an asshole, Eddie, I trusted you-“
Eddie pressed his lips to yours, cutting you off.
Your eyes went wide. You shoved him away from you. “What the fuck?”
You looked at each other, Eddie’s chest heaving with his breaths. It felt like electricity between you, an invisible pull, stronger than anything you’d ever felt-
You grabbed his shirt in your fists and pulled him into a fiery kiss. Eddie wasted no time in pushing you back and crawling over your body onto your bed, his tongue in your mouth and his knee slotting between your legs.
It was passionate, sloppy, and desperate. Eddie rucked your shirt up and off, mouthing at your tits as he exposed them. You moaned, arching your back into his mouth. You clawed at his back, pulling his shirt up and over his head.
“Come on, I’m aching for you, baby,” Eddie murmured, rocking his hips against you. “Need you so bad.”
You could feel how bad.
You flipped the two of you over so you were on top, pinning his wrists down and catching Eddie off guard. He groaned as you kissed his tattooed chest, placing kisses lower, lower, lower. He watched you with rapt attention as you made it to his hips, undoing his belt and jeans. He lifted his hips to help you pull them down to his thighs.
His hard cock slapped against his stomach, precum already dripping onto his skin. Your mouth watered at the sight. You moved forward and licked a stripe from his balls to the tip of his cock.
Eddie groaned, his head dropping back against your pillows. “J-Jesus,” he stuttered. “Oh my god.”
You wrapped your lips around his tip, tasting him. Swirling your tongue around it, you slowly began taking him deeper and deeper down your throat.
“Oh, fuck,” Eddie moaned, watching your every move. This might have been the best thing he’d ever seen in his life. You with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, looking up at him, making eye contact as you sucked him-
You bobbed your head on his cock, taking him deeper with every stroke. Eddie’s hand came to rest on your head, carding through your hair. He didn’t push - just held on.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “That’s- shit, oh my god. You’re so cool, fuck.”
You almost laughed, but kept going, lifting a hand to massage his balls. He whimpered, his cock twitching in your mouth. You took him deep, humming around him and sending vibrations through him.
Eddie cried out, throwing his head back. His thighs were quivering, little gasps and moans spilling from his lips. You ran your tongue along the underside with every movement, paying special attention to right below his head.
Eddie was huffing, barely holding on. His hips thrusted up into your mouth, hard, and you gagged.
“Shit,” he hissed, his hips involuntarily bucking into your mouth. He couldn’t stop, even though he felt
bad - it was too good. “Sorry, fuck, sorry, ‘m sorry-“
You traced the vein on his cock with your tongue, making him whimper. Saliva dripped from your lips down his shaft, sloppy and messy and perfect. You swallowed around it, taking everything Eddie was giving you as he fucked your mouth.
“Fuck! Fuck-“ he rasped. “Jesus, baby, I- I’m gonna- gonna cum, please, wanna be inside you, wanna fill you-“
You pulled off of him, and his slick cock landed against his stomach, throbbing. He whimpered. Even though he’d told you to stop, he missed the delicious warmth of your mouth.
He flipped the two of you back over, pulling your panties off and pushing your skirt up. He traced his cock through your folds, soaking wet and ready for him. He lined himself up, his pants still down around his thighs. His eyes met yours, and he pushed inside.
You whined at the stretch, and Eddie’s eyes fluttered closed from the pleasure. He sunk into you inch by delicious inch, making you feel so impossibly full.
He drew back, before snapping his hips back into you. You cried out, his cock so deep in you you could feel him everywhere. He set a quick, frantic pace, fucking you like he might die if he wasnt inside you.
“You feel so good,” Eddie moaned into your neck, hips rocking along with yours. Your bodies moved together like they were meant to be connected, like you belonged like this. “So good, you’re so good. Tight and hot and wet - fuck - so perfect for me-“
“Eddie,” you whined, arching your back, your bare chest pressed against his. He sucked at your neck, leaving marks. He wished he could carve his name, so everyone would know you’d been fucked by him. That it was him who marked you in that photo.
“You moan my name so pretty, baby,” he groaned. “Sounds so good. Fuck, even better than I imagined.”
Eddie pulled back, looking down at you. You looked so hot when you were getting fucked - even better when he was the one fucking you. His lips parted in awe, he watched your face as he rutted into you, faster and faster, his release building-
The door slammed open.
“Where the fuck did this picture-“
You screamed, and Eddie quickly rolled off of you. He pulled his pants up as fast as possible as you covered your chest with the sheets. Jason stood in the doorway, absolutely stunned as he looked between the two of you. Then, his face twisted into pure anger. He looked at you.
“Eddie fucking Munson?” he screamed. “You’re fucking the freak now?”
Jason stomped over, grabbing Eddie by the arm and throwing him to the floor. Eddie hit the ground with a huff, holding his hands up. “Please, man-“
“You sick fucking bastard,” Jason said. He swung, hitting Eddie in the face, knocking him back. Eddie groaned, covering his face.
“JASON!” you screamed. “Stop, jesus!”
“How dare you touch my sister, you fucking freak!” Jason yelled. He swung again, hitting Eddie hard. Eddie fell back against the floor, blood spraying onto your carpet. He hit him again, and again.
“Jason!” you shrieked, jumping off the bed with the sheet clutched to your chest. You pulled on his arm, trying to drag him away from Eddie. Jason spun on you, pointing his finger in your face.
“You fucking idiot,” he seethed. “You let this freak take those pictures of you like that? You let him touch you?”
“Jason-“
“No,” he said. “Why do you have to be such a fucking slut? First Steve, now Munson - what’s next? Hargrove? One of Munson’s freak friends?”
“Don’t fucking talk to her that way,” Eddie mumbled weakly from the ground.
Jason turned, kicking Eddie hard in the stomach. “Shut the fuck up! You’ve done enough!”
You were sobbing, tears streaming down your face as you tried to get your brother to stop. “Jason, please! Just go!”
“Do you know how embarrassing it is to be your brother?” Jason said, turning back to you. “You disgraced the whole fucking family, whoring around town. Everyone knows what you are. That’s the only reason he’s here - he knows you’re easy.”
The words hit as if he’d punched you, too. “I hate you!”
“I don’t fucking care if you hate me,” he said. He took one last look between the two of you, kicking Eddie hard in the stomach one more time. Eddie curled into a ball with a groan as Jason finally left, slamming your door behind him.
You dropped to your knees next to Eddie. “Oh fuck, oh jesus-“
Eddie groaned, his face caked in blood. You pushed the hair out of his face, assessing the damage. He had a deep black eye blooming, his lip split. He opened his eyes just barely to look at you.
“Eddie, I’m so sorry,” you cried. “I’m so fucking sorry. I never should have brought you here. I never should have-“
“Not your fault, princess,” he said weakly, grabbing onto your hand. It broke your heart.
“It is,” you said softly. “It is my fault.”
A few minutes later and Eddie was sitting on your bed, frozen peas held to his eye. You dabbed at his lip with a piece of gauze from the first aid kit sitting on the bed next to him.
“Could be worse,” Eddie said, wincing as pain shot through his jaw.
“…It’s pretty bad, Eds,” you said gently. You wiped the last of the blood off his cheek, then lowered your hand with a sigh.
“Does it make me look tough?” he asked, grinning slightly - until he winced again, his whole head feeling like he’d been hit by a truck.
“Eddie…” you looked down at your feet. “I don’t think we can see each other anymore.”
Eddie’s face dropped. “Baby, no. Please. Don’t say that.”
“This is my fault,” you said. “I knew what Jason would do if he caught us. And I did it anyway, I brought you here anyway.”
“Baby…” Eddie reached for your hand. “I knew what he would do, too, and I still did it. I was okay with that possibility. I was okay with it because I wanted you. I still want you, getting my ass kicked or not.”
“I just can’t live with myself after that,” you said. “I can’t live with myself knowing you’re in danger because of me, knowing your life is going to be worse because of me.”
Eddie chuckled, but there wasn’t much humor behind it. “Baby, Jason has already hated me. That’s nothing new.”
“You weren’t fucking his twin sister before.”
“That just makes it better,” he said. “Please, princess. Don’t do this. I- I love you.” The words struck both of you deep - neither of you expected it. “I love you, and I can’t lose you now that I have you. I couldn’t live with that. Please.”
“Ed…” you sighed. “I think you should go home.”
Eddie just looked at you. You weren’t budging. His heart was cracking into a million pieces in his chest. He had never had something so perfect slip from his grasp like this, and it was devastating.
“Baby, please, don’t- don’t do this,” his voice cracked.
You shook your head. “Go home, Eds.”
He looked at you. He debated begging, getting on his hands and knees and sobbing at your feet. But instead he stood, grabbing his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. He gave you one last look at the door - sitting on your bed, your head in your hands - and he left.
Eddie was miserable without you.
And you were miserable without Eddie. That was the truth. You missed him every second of every day. You longed for him. Your heart and your body craved him.
It wasn’t hard for the Hawkins student body to figure out who took the photo when Eddie showed up to school with two deep black eyes, cuts and bruises on his face. Everyone whispered about the two of you behind your backs, the girls on the squad giving you strange looks every time they saw you.
Carol and Tina didn’t understand, but they didn’t turn on you, at least. It felt like they were your only friends for a while.
“Really?” Steve had said, after pulling you into the locker room at school to talk privately. “Eddie Munson? You let that freak touch you like that?”
It was clear he was hurt. His eyes wide, brows furrowed. His usual confident stature was instead hunched, his shoulders dropped. He looked horrified at what you’d done.
“I like him, Steve,” you said, defeated.
“I just don’t understand.” He shook his head. “You could have had anyone- we could’ve- you were mine.”
“We broke up,” you reminded him. “Remember? It was nothing but sex between us anymore.”
Steve’s face crumpled - as if he finally realized how he had lost you, and that it was his fault. “Baby-“
“He’s good to me,” you said. “He was good to me.”
He looked at you, pained. “And I wasn’t.”
It wasn’t a question.
You didn’t speak to Jason. He was furious with you, and you were furious with him. Things at home were extremely tense.
At school, he pretended like you didn’t exist. His friends snickered at you in the hallway, whispering things like “slut”, “whore”, “freak fucker”. You didn’t particularly care what his asshole friends thought, but it did start to weigh on you.
Every time you saw Eddie in the halls, the guilt ate you alive. He’d taken a lot of hits. He had a mean black eye, his lip busted, bruises on his jaw. He had bruises all over his stomach and chest, too. Jason had gotten him good.
Despite that, he still tried to catch your eye in the hall, still tried to talk to you. You avoided him - he didn’t deserve to get involved with you. He deserved better than what he’d have to deal with.
You hadn’t ever felt so alone.
Eddie craved you like no other.
He watched every move you made, every time someone gave you shit for being involved with him he had to hold himself back - he wasn’t exactly in any shape to fight.
A couple of days after the incident, he noticed you weren’t at school. Not the next day, or the day after that either. Jason was there. It filled him with a deep anxiety, his stomach churning.
When you hadn’t been at school for a week, he decided he’d had enough worrying.
Sneaking out during lunch, he went to his van. It took a few tries for the old thing to turn over, but it finally did. He drove a direction he’d only been a handful of times - into the nicest part of Hawkins. Where you lived.
A small, locally owned supermarket caught his attention on the way. On a pure whim, he whipped the van into the parking lot like a maniac and ran inside. The cashier gave him a strange look as he checked out - no doubt wondering who had beat the shit out of him and why - but Eddie paid it no mind. He hurried back to the van and the rest of the way to the Carver house.
He was relieved to see only your car in the drive when he pulled up to the fancy two-story home. He gripped the bouquet in his sweaty hand, headed up the walkway, and rapped on the door.
When he didn’t get an answer within a minute, he knocked again. Then again, louder.
Finally, the front door swung open. You stood on the other side, looking irritated - until you saw Eddie. Your face softened, your mouth dropping open. “Eddie-“
“Please,” he said, cutting you off. “Please. Can I come in? I just want to talk.”
You hesitated. Finally, you stepped back, letting him into the house. “Yeah, come in.”
Eddie stepped into your house for the second time in his life. He took in the grand entryway, the huge, fancy living room off to the right, the massive kitchen ahead with a marble island. He felt sorely out of place.
“Oh, uh, these are for you,” he said, handing you the bouquet of tulips. You took them and brought them to your noise, smiling softly.
“Thank you,” you said. “Let me get a vase for it.”
You scurried off to the living room, leaving Eddie behind. He debated if he should follow you, but ultimately stayed put until you came back a minute later, the flowers in a vase in your hand.
“Come on. Let’s go to my room.”
Eddie kicked his shoes off by the door and obediently followed you upstairs, the hardwood creaking under his feet. In your bedroom, you sat the vase on your dresser and closed - and locked - the door behind you. You were alone, but weren’t taking any chances.
“Eddie-“
“Please, just listen to me,” he said. He grabbed your hands in his. “I know I messed up-“
“It’s not about that,” you said. “I swear it’s not about that. I just…watching Jason hurt you like that- I couldn’t live with myself. I’ve felt like shit since it happened. It was my fault.”
“Baby, no.” He pulled you closer. “You can’t blame yourself for something your asshole brother did.”
“I do, though,” you mumbled. “I know how he is. And I brought you here. I thought he’d be at practice, but I was wrong, and you paid for it.”
“And I’d do it again if it meant I could be with you.”
You looked up at him with sad eyes, tears brimming. Gently, you raised your hand and rested it on the side of Eddie’s battered face. “Look at you, Eddie.”
“I don’t care,” he said. “I don’t give a fuck about Jason or any of his friends, I promise you. I don’t care about Steve Harrington. I don’t care about anyone in Hawkins the way I care about you.”
You parted your lips to speak, but before you could, he pulled you into him, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss that conveyed every ounce of love he felt for you. It was gentle - his lip still hurt - but he didn’t care about that. All he cared about was showing you what you meant to him.
The tears escaped your eyes, falling down your face as you kissed Eddie back. His arms slid around your waist while yours wrapped around his neck. He held you close, his body pressed against yours.
He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you. I mean that. And I’d do anything to make sure you know it.”
“I do know it,” you whispered. “And I…I love you too.”
Eddie smiled. “Then that’s all that matters.”
You shook your head, a breathless chuckle. “You’re crazy, Eddie Munson.”
His smile only grew. “Only for you.”
Being Eddie’s girlfriend was better than you ever could have dreamed.
He treated you like a princess, for one. He may not have had a lot of money for fancy dates and gifts like Steve, but that didn’t matter to you. Eddie loved you, he worshipped the ground you walked on. It was different - you’d never been treated that way before.
You’d never had someone love you like that.
Jason and Steve were not happy, but you couldn’t have cared less. Steve continued to try to get you back - the first time he’d grabbed your ass in the hall after you had started dating Eddie, you nearly hit him yourself. He got the hint pretty quick, although he didn’t give up the idea that you’d come to your senses one day.
Things with Jason were even worse. He wouldn’t even speak to you, wouldn’t look at you. He pretended you didn’t exist at home. You honestly preferred it that way.
Eddie’s friends couldn’t believe he had been telling the truth. They were all too scared to talk to you, but Eddie loved watching them eat their words. Every time he brought you to the lunch table or to Hellfire, sitting on his lap and kissing him as many times as possible, they’d all just stare.
“Hi, princess,” Eddie greeted you with a smirk after cheer practice, leaning against his van. You were still in your uniform, and you ran and jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.
He laughed as you kissed him, holding you tight. He’d recovered since the Jason incident, his bruises fading and cuts healing. He looked like himself again - your handsome boyfriend.
“Missed you,” you mumbled against his lips. You kissed him again, longer this time.
“I watched you practice,” he said, laughing again. “I’ve been here the whole time.”
You shrugged, unable to wipe the grin off your face. “Still missed you.”
You knew you had an audience, but you didn’t care. He sat you back down on your feet, his arms still wrapped around you. “Ready to go?”
“Fuck yeah,” you said. “Get me out of here.”
You climbed into the passenger seat of Eddie’s old van. He shot you a smirk before he started the engine, backing the van out of the parking space and driving away from Hawkins like a maniac. As usual.
As he drove, he rested his hand on your thigh. He still couldn’t believe he had you here with him - his girlfriend. He glanced over at you, your hair blowing in the wind, the sun kissing your skin and lighting you up from the inside. Beautiful.
virgin!perv!Eddie Munson x popular!cheerleader!Carver!fem!reader
some fwb!king!Steve Harrington x reader
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Summary:
Eddie can’t help being obsessed with you, even though he knows you’re unattainable. The single most popular girl in school - and the hottest he’s ever seen. Maybe he takes his infatuation a little too far, but who can blame him when you look like that? Besides - sometimes dreams do come true.
Part 2
Warnings:
Smut (18+), like a lot of smut, masturbation, unprotected p in v, creampie, voyeurism, public sex, mild dubcon (drunk sex), perv behavior, panty stealing/sniffing, looking up skirts, toxic relationship (with steve), virgin!eddie, perv!eddie, sub!eddie, experienced!reader, king!steve is an asshole
Word Count: 14.1k
A/N:
This is an Eddie romance but there is a lot of smut with Steve in this part - just so you’re prepared! When I say perv!Eddie, I mean it. Big thanks to @punkrockmlchael for my banner, beta reading, and helping me with Corroded Coffin dialogue, and to @writhingg for always being an amazing beta reader!!
Eddie’s hand slid up and down his slick cock, sufficiently lubed up with a mixture of precum and his own saliva. His stomach muscles tightened with every stroke, his head thrown back and eyes closed as he pictured you.
“Fuck,” he breathed out quickly, thumb swiping over his slit, making him moan pathetically.
He opened his eyes. He looked over to the yearbook he held in his left hand, propped open to the only page he ever looked at - your cheerleading portrait. Your beautiful face, your tits in that tight top, your legs in that tiny little skirt. God, how badly he wanted to bend you over, lift that skirt up-
His hips bucked up into his fist involuntarily, a whimper of your name escaping his lips. He had been holding off his orgasm for a while, bringing himself down every time he was on the edge before taking himself back there. Now he didn’t know if he could hold off- he was going to cum, hard.
“You like that?” he whispered to your picture, eyes locked on you. “Y’like when I fuck you like this? Taking this thick cock in your little pussy?” A shaky groan clawed its way out of his throat, his eyes fluttering closed before he snapped them open to look at you again.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” he whined. “You’re gonna make me cum so hard. Gonna give it to you, give you everything.”
His eyes traveled up your body in your yearbook photo, lingering on your tits before finally locking in on your face.
“Shit.” He moaned your name in a shaky breath, imagining you were here with those pretty pink lips wrapped around his shaft - or maybe balls deep in your pussy, watching your perfect ass bounce and listening to you make the most delicious noises as he fucked you hard from behind.
“You want me to cum?” he whined to your picture. “Wanna see how hard you make me cum, baby?”
He moved his hand faster, fucking his fist. The wet noise of his hand on his cock filled the room, along with Eddie’s keening moans and shaky breaths. He was so so close, just a little longer-
His favorite image of you flashed in his mind. You, in your cheer uniform, no panties, legs spread wide on his bed. Perfect pussy on display all for him. And Eddie, worshipping your body the way you deserved.
With one last whimper of your name, Eddie flicked his wrist one, two, three more times before he let out a choked moan, his cum splattering all over his fist and stomach. He worked himself through it, cumming more than he had last time he did this - he had edged himself for so long this time and it paid off - stroking his cock until his body jolted with the aftershocks and he couldn’t take it anymore.
He laid there, chest heaving as he attempted to calm his racing heart. He finally removed his hand from his softening cock, reaching for an old t-shirt on the floor to clean himself up. He wiped the cum off his hand and the rest of his body. Fuck, there was…a lot.
He imagined fucking it all inside of you instead, seeing it leaking out when he pulled out of you.
His cock gave a weak twitch.
He tucked himself back away in his boxers and pajama pants. The yearbook still lay open on the bed next to him. He glanced over, seeing your smiling face staring back at him. He closed the book.
Then, like clockwork, the post-nut clarity kicked in and the shame crept through his veins. He covered his face with his hands, wondering what the fuck was wrong with him.
Not only was he a total fucking creep - god, the way you, Carol, and Tina would laugh at him if you knew. And not only did you exist in a whole different world - you were astronomically popular - you were also completely unattainable.
And Jason’s twin sister.
Jason Carver, who hated Eddie and tormented him every chance he got. The blonde basketball team captain, King of Hawkins - well, next to Steve, at least. He’d always been popular, but ask anyone - the King title was always Steve’s first.
Not that Eddie gave a fuck about any of that high school hierarchy bullshit anyway.
This was a routine for Eddie. Watch you at school all day, get to interact with you if he’s lucky. Come home, daydream about you, get so hard he can’t stand it. Pull out your picture and jerk off while thinking about you, cum so hard he can’t think - then the guilt, the remorse.
And, fuck, he’d have to face you tomorrow. You, Carol, and Tina always bought from him every other Friday. He’d have to look you in the eyes, knowing what he just did.
Well, it wasn’t the first time.
Eddie had been obsessed with you since the beginning of time. He had been the grade above you until this year, but of course he knew you - everyone knew you. You were easily the single most popular girl at Hawkins and always had been.
You weren’t so bad. A little stuck up, maybe. Not like Jason, not a bully. You smiled and laughed when he flirted with you or bowed to you in the cafeteria. But you definitely thought he was a freak just like everyone else, and Eddie knew there was no reality where he had a chance with you.
So he did this.
Eddie got up from the bed, tossing the yearbook into the drawer, to be forgotten - or just pretend it doesn’t exist - until next time. Fuck. God, he really was a creep, wasn’t he?
“Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered to his guitar, his sweetheart, hanging on the wall - he always felt like the beloved instrument was a sentient thing, now silently judging him.
He walked out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom, feeling like he needed a shower to wash away the dirty feeling clinging to his skin. He turned the water on, finding the perfect temperature before shedding his clothes and stepping in.
The water did help, soothing not only his body but his mind. That is, until the image of you in there with him flashed into his brain, wet, gripping his cock before bending over for him-
Fuck.
“Oh, fuck, Steve!”
“Yeah,” Steve panted in your ear, fucking you hard and fast from behind. You were pressed against the wall of the locker room, cheer top rucked up to expose your tits, hard nipples pressed against the cold wall. Steve was pressed against your back, fucking into you frantically. “Fuck, take it. God, you’re such a fucking slut.”
You whimpered - you always liked when Steve degraded you a little. He wrapped his large hand around your neck, pulling your back flush against him as the room was filled with the sound of his hips slamming into yours, his balls slapping against your ass. He squeezed, cutting off your airflow. Your eyes rolled back.
“Can’t believe you let me do this,” he grunted into your ear, a smirk on his lips. He squeezed your neck harder. Fuck, he was gonna leave bruises again. You’d have to explain that to Jason and your parents.
His other hand left your hip and wound around your body, pressing two fingers against your clit, making your knees go weak. Steve was holding you up as he fucked you and started rubbing circles on your throbbing clit.
“Make a fucking mess on my cock, baby,” he whispered in your ear. “Let me feel how hard you can cum for me. Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me- shit, I’m not gonna last much longer-“
You were getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen. But then your orgasm hit, your vision going white as you came around him, his cock hitting that bundle of nerves and prolonging it until you were so far gone you had no idea what was happening anymore.
Steve let go of your neck and you fell forward, landing on your hands against the wall. He grabbed onto your hips, slamming you back on his cock as he teetered right on the edge. Finally, he drew in a gasp, groaning loud as he snapped his cock in one more time and came inside you, thrusting shallowly.
He rode out his high deep in your pussy, groaning like he didn’t give a fuck if anyone heard. He kept a bruising grip on your hips until he was completely done - then he let you go, letting you fall forward against the locker room wall.
You spun around, shoving him hard in the chest. “Motherfucker, you weren’t supposed to finish inside!”
“Relax, I’ve got Plan B money.” He slapped your ass, grinning like an asshole. “Besides, you know I always cum inside you.”
You rolled your eyes, fixing your uniform and hair. You looked in the mirror, seeing your lipstick smudged - you looked back at Steve, seeing the traces of it on his neck and shirt. You weren’t gonna tell him.
You pulled your lipstick tube out of your bag and fixed your makeup while Steve pulled his jeans up and tucked his dick away. He looked at you again. “You coming to my party tonight?”
“Um, yeah,” you said - as if you ever missed a party. “We’re picking up the weed after school, don’t worry about it.”
“Cool,” he smirked. His eyes dropped down to your ass again before going back to your face. “You’re gonna make Munson cream his pants. You know how he feels about the uniform.”
You rolled your eyes, even though you knew Steve was right. There was a reason they sent you to pick up from Eddie every time.
“I feel bad,” you said. You put the top back on your lipstick, smacking your lips together. “He’s a nice guy.”
“Munson?” Steve snorted. “Dude’s a-“
“A freak, yeah I know.”
“Well, don’t feel bad for him,” Steve said. He fixed his hair in the mirror, somehow without noticing the kiss prints and hickies on his neck. “We get a discount, he gets to talk to you and look up your skirt a little. It’s a win-win situation.”
You frowned. You weren’t so sure you felt good about it, but you didn’t push it. You knew the friend group relied on you for this - it’s not like any of you were hurting for money, but still.
“You’re just using what you were blessed with, baby,” he winked. “It’s not like you have to fuck him.”
The idea of that was so outlandish it nearly made you laugh. “Yeah. No.”
“Just make sure you lay it on thick. Let him think he’s got a shot,” Steve snorted. His hand slid up your skirt, grabbing your ass tightly in his hand. “Everyone knows all this belongs to me, anyway.”
“Steve, we are not together,” you reminded him.
“So?” He kissed your neck, a light hand shaped bruise starting to bloom there. “Still mine.”
It wasn’t, but you let him believe what he wanted. Steve finally stepped away from you, picking up his backpack from the floor against the wall. “I’m gonna sneak out before anyone notices we were in here together. I’ll see you.”
“See ya.”
You continued fussing with your hair for a few minutes after you heard the locker room door slam shut, giving Steve the chance to get far. When you felt like the coast was clear, you grabbed your own bag and slipped out.
“What were you doing in the men’s locker room?”
You froze, resisting the urge to let out a deep sigh. You turned around to see your twin brother looking at you, duffel bag over his shoulder as he was about to enter the room you’d just left.
“Nothing,” you said. “Steve forgot something and asked me to run and get it.”
Jason didn’t believe you for a second. “Do you always have to be such a slut?” he hissed, so quiet for only you to hear, even though the hallway was deserted.
You rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t doing anything.”
“You think I believe that?” he scoffed. “I know you. You know Steve talks, right? Do you know how fucking embarrassing that is? That everyone knows how my sister puts out?”
You reeled back, jaw dropping. “Jason Michael Carver.”
“Oh, do not full name me-“
“You just called me a slut!” You threw your arms up in the air. “You’re such a saint. I’m sure you and Chrissy have never done anything.”
“If we do, it’s in private,” he spat. “Because Chrissy has respect for herself, unlike you.”
“Whatever.” You pushed past Jason’s shoulder, flipping him off over your shoulder as you walked to class. “Asshole.”
You had English next - with Eddie. You walked into the classroom, the metalhead looking up at you through his frizzy bangs from his seat in the back. He nodded at you and you gave him a (slightly flirtatious) smile before sliding into your seat next to Carol.
“Where were you?” Carol whispered, chewing her bubblegum.
Your cheeks heated. “With Steve.”
She rolled her eyes. “I could have guessed that.” She leaned over the aisle, getting closer to you. “Where?”
You almost didn’t want to tell her. “Men’s locker room.”
Her eyes went wide before she gave you a look. “Girl.”
You shrugged, heat rushing to your cheeks even more. “No one saw us.” As the memory came back to you, you winced. “Well, Jason kind of caught me coming out and put it together.”
Carol stifled her giggle with her hand. “Oh my god. I bet he was pissed.”
You nodded, widening your eyes. “So pissed.” You pulled your notebook out, flipping to a clean page. “Good thing I don’t give a fuck if Jason’s mad.”
“He’s gonna kick Steve’s ass one of these days,” Carol said, turning back to her own book. “If I don’t do it first.”
Your friends weren’t Steve’s biggest fans either. They thought Steve treated you like shit, which, they weren’t really wrong. It was worse when you and Steve actually were together. He hadn’t been a good boyfriend at all. Now, they were just disappointed you kept sleeping with him.
“He just doesn’t want to be embarrassed,” you mumbled. “He doesn’t actually care about me.”
“I think that’s enough to get Steve’s ass beat.”
While you talked to Carol, Eddie stared holes into the back of your head. Well, not just your head, definitely not. How could he not also appreciate your tits? Or your long, smooth legs in your cheer skirt? God, he loved that skirt. He loved game days, and it didn’t have a thing to do with throwing balls into laundry baskets.
Eddie could never pay attention in his classes with you. He was going to end up failing senior year yet again at this rate. It was worth it, he thought, to get to look at you.
At the end of class, he pretended to be busy putting his stuff away until you and Carol stood. Like every day, he timed it just right, so he was leaving the classroom right behind you. Fuck, how did the school let the cheer uniforms have such tiny skirts? He could almost see the edge of your panties when you walked. None of the other girls on the team wore the skirt like you did, though - no one looked as good in it as you.
Eddie hardly even noticed other girls. He didn’t care about anyone else. It was only you, had always only ever been you. Which was stupid, because he might as well have been dreaming about fucking Phoebe Cates or Shauna Grant. God, you were hotter than Phoebe Cates and Shauna Grant.
He hardly even attempted to hide his staring anymore. He followed as far as he could, dreaming of getting a piece of you-
“Earth to Eddie,” Gareth said, shoving Eddie hard in the shoulder. “God, snap out of it, man.”
Eddie jumped, looking at Gareth - he quickly snapped his head back in your direction, but he’d already lost you in the crowd. Great. He turned back to Gareth with a scowl on his face.
“What, man?” he snapped.
“Oh, come on. You can’t seriously be mad I interrupted you staring at Miss Queen of Hawkins’ ass.”
“You know what?” Eddie said, stopping at his locker. “Yeah, I am. I was enjoying the view.”
“Yeah. I know.” Gareth rolled his eyes. “You’d think one day you’d stop chasing that pipe dream.”
“I’m not chasing a dream,” Eddie grumbled. “You think I don’t know perfectly well I have no chance with her? I’m not delusional.”
“Sometimes I wonder.” Gareth leaned against the lockers, watching Eddie shove his books in his own disaster of a locker. “Why don’t you try to be interested in someone else? That girl at The Hideout last week was flirting with you, I swear-“
“I just wasn’t interested,” Eddie shrugged. “She wasn’t my type.”
“Yeah, because your type is the fairer Carver twin.” Gareth looked at Eddie, like he had him all figured out. It pissed Eddie off. “You’re going to be a virgin forever at this rate.”
“You’re a virgin, too!” Eddie hissed, trying to not alert the entire Hawkins student body to the embarrassing truth about both of them. “So don’t act like you’ve got shit figured out, or even know the first thing about women.”
“You’re being testy because I interrupted your ass-staring time. Got it, won’t do it again.” Gareth pushed off the lockers. “You cool off, and I’ll see you in the cafeteria.”
Eddie grabbed his metal lunchbox and slammed his locker shut. He pushed his wild curls out of his face as he walked to the cafeteria. Sure enough, you were already in there, sitting at the middle table with your friend group, Hawkins royalty.
He tried his best not to stare while he walked to the Hellfire table. He was the last one there - Mike and Dustin worked on their character sheets, while Gareth, Jeff, and Grant were laughing loudly about something. Eddie took his seat at the head of the table. He flipped his lunchbox open, taking out the sandwich sitting amongst the weed, rolling paper, and cigarettes.
“About time you made it in here,” Jeff said, watching Eddie take a bite of his ham sandwich. Eddie looked irritated, chewing his food and avoiding eye contact with anyone.
“He was too busy staring at you-know-who,” Gareth snorted.
“Big surprise,” Grant muttered.
“Who?” Dustin asked. “Who are you talking about?”
Gareth happily got the first syllable of your name out before Eddie cut him off. “Dude, shut the fuck up.”
But he had said enough for the boys to put the pieces together. “Carver?” Mike asked. “Jason’s sister?”
“Oh, dude,” Dustin said.
“Thanks, Gare,” Eddie sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.
“Oh yeah,” Gareth said, ignoring Eddie. “He’s been obsessed with her for as long as I can remember. You should see when they have class together. Oh, and today’s his favorite day, because every other Friday she-“
“Gareth, shut up!” Eddie snapped. “Fuck, come on, man.”
“Well, that’s just a waste of time,” Dustin said, as if he were surprised his DM would be obsessed with you. You weren’t exactly what he’d imagine to be Eddie’s type - although, you were kind of everybody’s type.
“Oh, he knows,” Gareth said. “He’s just that whipped. Totally wrapped around her perfectly manicured finger. And she barely even knows who he is.”
“She knows who I am,” Eddie grumbled.
“Only because you sell her and her friends drugs,” Jeff commented.
Eddie didn’t say anything. He wasn’t so sure Jeff was wrong, although he didn’t want to admit it to himself. He knew he didn’t have a chance in hell with you, sure, but you were friendly at least, right?
He was grateful when the conversation eventually moved back to DND. They had a big campaign tonight, but his head just wasn’t in it - he’d be seeing you first and that was all he could think about.
He watched you from across the cafeteria - the way you’d cover your mouth when you laughed at something one of your idiot friends said, the beautiful smile that stayed on your face all the time - the way that asshole Harrington put his arm around you. He was pretty sure you weren’t even together anymore - yes, he kept up with things like that.
Only when it came to you, though.
He tried to avert his eyes. He looked down at the sandwich he was nibbling on, trying to focus on the DND conversation happening around him.
And he counted down the hours until 3:30.
Eddie sat at the picnic table in the clearing of the woods behind the school. His head rested on his hand, the fingers of his other hand tapping against the metal of his lunchbox. He was early - maybe a little too eager.
The sound of giggles from amongst the trees made him snap his head up, watching. His heart beat faster, pounding against the wall of his chest. His stomach was in knots.
The sound of footsteps on the leaves. More giggling, a conversation too low for Eddie to properly hear it. Then, finally - you, Carol, and Tina walked out of the tree line, not even looking in his direction yet. He sat up straighter, adjusted his curls, then decided to stand. He was nervous - he always got flustered.
“Well well, good afternoon, ladies,” Eddie greeted, putting on his usual confident smile and sauntering around the table. “What can I do you for today?”
The three of you looked at him. Carol and Tina scrunched their noses up, looking at him like he was less than human, but he didn’t even notice. He was too busy looking at the way your lips spread into a smile, the way the sun caught your eyes and made them sparkle.
“Hey, Eddie,” you said, and his stomach did flips at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. “Just the usual.”
He bowed his head. “You got it. Anything for the prettiest girl in Hawkins.” He flipped open his lunchbox with a flourish, pulling out the ounce of weed he’d already weighed and bagged in preparation of this meeting.
You giggled, hand fiddling with your gold cross necklace. Eddie’s eyes dropped down with the motion, letting them linger on your tits. You didn’t miss it.
“How’s the band?” you asked, crossing one foot in front of the other.
“Oh, you know, making it big,” Eddie said, dangling the baggie from his hand. “All five of our fans are loving our new stuff.”
You laughed again, walking around to the table. Carol and Tina lingered off to the side while you hopped up - tits bouncing in your top - onto the picnic table, sitting on the edge, legs swinging. Eddie swallowed hard.
“Maybe I’ll have to come see you sometime,” you said. You subtly - intentionally - let your legs fall open a little, allowing Eddie the slightest glimpse of your panties. You had worn your cutest pink set just for him.
Eddie’s heart banged even harder against his chest, first at your words and then as his eyes dropped down. Fuck. He forgot to respond at first, brain short circuiting at the sight - oblivious to Carol and Tina laughing behind him.
“Oh, uh, yeah, definitely,” he said once he’d remembered it was his turn to speak. “I, uh…yeah. At The Hideout, Tuesday nights. You should definitely come.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” You tilted your head with a smile - crossing your legs. Show over. Just a tease. “How much do we owe you?”
“20 for the ounce?” he offered, finally meeting your eyes again. “That’s 50% off. You’re robbing me blind, sweetheart.”
“Aw, Eddie,” you cooed, hopping off the table. “You’re so sweet. What would we do without you?”
Eddie was blushing hard, feeling more flustered than he usually did - you usually weren’t this flirty. “I, uh- I don’t- I mean yeah, of course, it’s no problem. Not for you, princess.”
You handed out the 20 dollar bill while Eddie offered up the baggie of weed. Your fingers brushed together - yours were so soft, so smooth, and you smelled like strawberries - and he felt electricity all the way up his arm. He almost jolted away from you, but kept his composure somehow.
“Thank you, Eddie,” you purred, and the sound of you saying his name again had his cock throbbing in his pants. “I appreciate it.”
“Of course,” he said, lost in your eyes. You were standing so close he couldn’t think straight. “Any time. Seriously, just, uh…say the word.”
“I will.” Fuck, were you flirting? You handed the weed off to Carol, who stuffed it in her purse. “You should come to a game sometime.”
Eddie couldn’t even think straight. It took him an embarrassingly long time to respond. “Oh, yeah, definitely. I-I love basketball. I love…” he mimed cheerleading, or at least the most basic pom-pom waving kind. “What you do is cool.”
You giggled again. “Cool. I’ll see you there one of these days, right?”
“Oh, yeah, for sure,” Eddie nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah. Of course.” He stuffed the 20 in his pocket, wondering if he should cancel Hellfire tonight to watch you cheer. He thought Gareth, Jeff, and Grant might actually kill him.
“Good. I’ve got to get ready for the game, but…” You stepped closer to him, like right up against him. He gulped. “Thank you, Eddie. You’re always so sweet.”
You stood on your toes in your perfect white sneakers and kissed him on the cheek.
Eddie was frozen. He didn’t know what to do. He was helpless as he watched the three of you leave, linking arms and giggling to each other. Eddie felt like he’d just run a few miles - his heart was racing, breathing ragged. He collapsed onto the bench of the picnic table.
And tried to think of how to get out of Hellfire tonight.
You pulled your hair up into a high pony, tightening the green and yellow bow. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time - then reached for your makeup bag, applying more concealer over the bruise attempting to show through your foundation.
“Oh my god, is that a handprint?” Chrissy asked, completely scandalized, her eyes wide. “Who did that to you?”
You glanced over at her briefly - Chrissy was a sweet girl, but she was also very naive. “No, it’s nothing. Just, uh…wore my seatbelt too tight.”
The excuse didn’t even make any sense, but Chrissy just looked at you strangely before dropping the subject. You wanted to tell her to relax, tell her that Steve just likes it rough, but you didn’t think that would make her feel much better.
You finished up with your makeup, then stuffed your bag into your locker along with your change of clothes. With one last adjustment of your uniform, you left the locker room with your team, ready to cheer your heart out.
On the other side of the school, Eddie took his throne for Hellfire. The guys sat around the table, already set up for the campaign. The room was filled with excited chatter - the guys were itching to see what Eddie had in store for them, and Eddie was ready to put his friends’ characters through it.
As the game went on, though, Eddie found himself distracted. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, how you were here in the school with him, doing your little flips and jumps and routines. He could be watching that right now, seeing beneath your skirt every time you did a toe touch.
He even stumbled over his words a few times, dropping character when he thought too hard about that thing you do where you lift your leg high in the air. The guys definitely noticed he was off his game, and he was sure they knew why.
When Hellfire ended, the game was still going on, just nearing the end. While all his friends left the school together, Eddie lingered behind with the excuse of cleaning up the drama room.
It only took him a few minutes to put all his DND stuff away. When he was done, backpack over his shoulder, he left the room - and followed the sound of cheering, as if succumbing to the call of a siren.
He opened the gym door just a little, peeking inside. Hawkins was in the lead, by a lot. He didn’t really care about that. What he cared about was the cheerleading captain, currently being tossed high in the air by your teammates. Your skirt flew up as you flipped in the air, giving him the perfect view of your even more perfect ass, before you landed perfectly in the arms of the other girls.
He loved watching you cheer. There was something so hot about it - he wanted to choose to believe it wasn’t just the skirt or your ass. He was impressed by the skill, the athleticism, impressed with you. He willed you to see him, give him a smile and a cute little wave, but of course you had no idea he was there. When you did another jump, he looked down between your legs - seeing the black panties you wore underneath. His cock started to fill out, and-
Wait.
You had been wearing pink panties before. He remembered because he’d committed it to memory. That means you changed, which means - your clothes were in the locker room.
The idea struck Eddie hard, like a ball of lightning. Then, the shame at even thinking it. But…
He let the gym door fall closed as he turned around and began speed walking down the hallway. His heart was racing - was he really about to do this? This was crossing a line he hadn’t crossed before. He felt a little disgusted at himself, but…also excited. This was thrilling.
He rounded the corner and came face to face with the door to the women’s locker room. He looked around - the hallway was completely deserted. No one would be coming around until the game was over. He had a few minutes.
He pushed the door open and slid inside.
The women’s locker room was much different than the men’s. For one thing, it didn’t smell like sweat and gym socks. The smell was intoxicating, a mix of fruity and floral scents. He could even make out your signature perfume in the sensory overload - and it made his cock twitch.
It wasn’t hard to find your locker. Everyone’s locker had their initials on it for one, but yours was also covered with photos. You with Carol and Tina, you with Heather Holloway, you with the cheer team - you and Steve. The latter made his stomach clench.
He opened the locker, pleased to find it unlocked. Inside, you had all kinds of stuff - clothes, shower stuff, body care, lotions and perfumes and a hairbrush. He looked at it all, feeling a familiar kind of longing. He picked up the shampoo and conditioner bottles, then the lotions, giving them all a smell and committing them to memory. One of the lotions had seen much more use than the others - he smelled that one, and groaned. That was your signature scent.
Before he could talk himself out of it, he shoved the lotion bottle in his backpack.
He looked through your locker some more. There were an absurd amount of notes, folded in perfect little squares and kept in a pencil box. Just notes passed back and forth with your friends, some with Steve - Meet me in the locker room. Come over tonight, my parents aren’t home. Quickie before practice? Eddie resisted the urge to throw those away.
A pink duffel bag sat on the bottom shelf. Eddie took it, unzipping it - score.
Your clothes were inside - with those pretty pink panties right on top. Slowly, tentatively, as if he might talk some sense into himself, he reached for the panties. They were soft, baby pink with a bow in the front and lace around the hem. He held them like he couldn’t believe they were real.
Then he brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply.
Fuck. Eddie couldn’t help it - he moaned, loud. He was painfully hard in his jeans now, and he dropped his free hand, palming himself over the denim.
Somewhere, a door slammed.
He snapped out of it. Panic struck into his chest at the sound, remembering where he was and what he was doing. He quickly shoved the panties into his pocket, closing your bag and putting everything back in the locker.
He walked to the door in quick strides of his long legs. Peeking out the door to make sure no one was around first, he slipped out of the locker room and started nearly running to the exit of the school, headed for his van.
He couldn’t wait to get home.
You rolled up to Steve’s house with Jason and Chrissy. You felt like the third wheel, sitting in the backseat - but it made more sense than having Carol come pick you up when your brother was going anyway.
You had changed out of your uniform after the game, searching your closet for a good 30 minutes before coming up with a large brown sweater and a tiny little black skirt.
Inside the house, the music was pumping so loud the walls were shaking. The large downstairs was packed full of people, talking, drinking, dancing. You left Jason and Chrissy immediately, pushing through to head straight for the kitchen.
You grinned at your best friends, who practically squealed when they saw you even though you’d only been apart for about an hour. Carol, Tina, and Heather pulled you into their orbit - one of them. They scooped you a cup full of spiked punch. You sipped it - fuck, Steve always made his punch way too fucking strong.
“Yeah, it’s a lot,” Heather laughed as you made a face, the alcohol burning on the way down.
“Steve’s looking for you, by the way,” Tina said, giving you a smirk. “Said when I see you to tell you to meet him out back.”
You rolled your eyes. Of course he was. But for some reason, you could never resist Steve. It’s not even that you loved him, or had particularly strong feelings for him…he just always got what he wanted.
“I think I need to be a little more drunk first.” You downed your first drink - to the shocked expressions of your friends - and immediately poured yourself another.
“Be careful,” Carol whispered against your ear, leaning close to you so you could hear her over the music. “Don’t get so drunk you let him take advantage of you again.”
Your heart clenched - you knew Carol cared about you. Sometimes you forgot just how Steve treated you, and that others noticed. Even Jason had told you to stop dating Steve - that he was no good for you. But you always had to do the opposite of whatever Jason said - it was like a personal challenge.
You put it off for a while, laughing with your friends as you finished a couple cups of punch. You knew Steve would be mad if you just ignored him, so you finished off your third drink, refilled your cup, then said goodbye to your friends and headed for the backyard.
It wasn’t hard to find Steve. He was always surrounded by a group of adoring people, hanging on to every word he said. Tonight was no different. King Steve held court off to the side of the pool, flashing that charming smile to the girls giggling at every word he said. You rolled your eyes.
As you stomped over, you caught the attention of the group. They parted for you as if out of a deep respect, the guys looking at you wide eyed while the girls gave you dirty looks with whispers of I thought they broke up?. Steve, oblivious - or apathetic - to it all, curled his lips into a pleased grin.
“About time,” he said, holding an arm out for you. You took your place under it. “I was beginning to think you’d stood me up.”
“Never,” you said - an honest answer. You noticed he still had obvious hickies in his neck, but he’d cleaned off the lipstick stains in the shower after the game.
Steve squeezed your shoulder. He leaned over and brushed his lips against your ear. “Wanna go upstairs with me, baby?”
Your skin tingled, like static electricity in your bloodstream. You were a little unsteady on your feet, letting Steve hold you up. “Okay.”
Steve led you upstairs, letting you lean on him as he helped you. You could tell he was a little drunk, too - but you had so much to drink so fast, you were in slightly worse shape.
He opened the door to his bedroom and you let yourself into the familiar space, flopping down on his bed. You were exhausted from the day - school, cheering, now this. You were ready to curl up and go to sleep.
Steve crawled onto the bed next to you. His hand rested on your hip as he leaned down and kissed you, slowly at first, then hungrier. He parted your lips, licking into your mouth. His hips were rutting against you, hard cock rubbing against your bare thigh.
“God, I want you,” he breathed, moving on top of you. He pressed his hips against your core, aching dick throbbing as he let out a shuddering, needy breath.
“Want you too, Stevie,” you mumbled. His familiar body on top of you had you coming alive, soaking your panties.
He sat up and pulled his shirt off quickly, then yours. He urgently worked his belt open, chest heaving as he looked down at you. You traced your hand through his chest hair, feeling the firm muscles of his chest and abdomen. They twitched beneath your touch.
With his jeans and boxers shoved down to his thighs, his hard cock bobbing at his lower stomach, he reached beneath your skirt to pull your panties off.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he leaned forward, mouthing at your tits. “Shit, you’re so hot. So fucking hot, baby.” He rocked his hips forward, cock tracing through your folds. He groaned at the feeling of your wetness, the way it coated his shaft as he thrusted back and forth.
He hooked his arms under your thighs, pushing them up against your chest. He nudged his thick cockhead against your entrance, pushing just barely inside. You whined at the stretch - although you were used to taking Steve’s dick by now.
He fucked his cock in further, adding another inch with every thrust. You arched your back, crying out at the pressure of him stretching you. Steve was actually huge - he’d had plenty of experiences with girls where he couldn’t even get it in - so it could be uncomfortable, but god, once you got used to it? It was incredible.
“Almost in, baby,” he mumbled soothing words against your cheek. “Almost in you, just a little bit more. You can take it, you always do.”
He was right - you always did.
You let out a shuddering breath as Steve pushed the remaining few inches into you with a groan. His fists tightened in the sheets, then he was pulling back and pounding into you.
You whined, pulling on Steve’s hair while he fucked into you. He wrapped his arms around your body, hugging you close to him and hiding his face in your neck while he bucked his hips.
“So, so good, baby,” he praised, voice muffled against your skin. “Making me feel so good, taking this dick like that. God you’re such a slut, you always take it-“
He cut himself off with a loud moan as you tightened around him, shutting him up. As annoying as he could be, his - glorious - cock was fucking you just right, pressing against your bundle of nerves with every balls-deep thrust.
You could feel the coil tightening, your spine prickling with electricity. Oh fuck, you suddenly remembered why you kept sleeping with Steve.
You were so close, so close-
“Fuck- shit, I’m cumming,” Steve cried, and before you could beg him no, no, just a little longer, he was grabbing onto your thigh, squeezing as he grunted with his release, cum coating your velvety walls.
You had to say, you were disappointed but not surprised. Steve only cared if you came about half the time, and it looked like tonight was not one of those lucky nights.
“Are you serious?” you said, pushing his sweaty body off of you. He rolled onto the mattress next to you, running his hands through his slightly wet hair.
“I’m sorry, baby. You just felt so good.” Steve winked and smirked at you, looking like he wasn’t all that sorry at all.
You rolled your eyes, sitting up and reaching for your clothes. You pulled your panties and shirt back on, tossing Steve his shirt. He was pulling his jeans and boxers back up, but seemed in no hurry to replace his shirt and get back to the party.
“You’re a dick,” you mumbled. You felt angry - you felt used. Steve always made you feel used.
“Don’t be like that, baby,” he cooed, but he was still smiling like he found the whole situation funny. “You know how I feel about you. You know you’re my favorite girl.”
You weren’t having it. “Where’s the Plan B money?”
Steve frowned. “My wallet’s on the desk.”
You walked over to the desk sitting against the wall, seeing Steve’s expensive leather wallet laying on top. You flipped it open and plucked out the bills to cover the emergency contraceptive.
“Baby, seriously. Don’t be like this.” Steve was giving minimal effort, but he beckoned you back to the bed, as if you would listen to whatever he asked.
You threw open his bedroom door. A few people in the hallway turned to look, seeing you leaving, disheveled with a shirtless Steve on the bed - and immediately started whispering. You didn’t care right now.
You slammed Steve’s door behind you, pushing past the party goers and going back downstairs. Maybe Jason would take you home, or even Carol. Someone would, and you were going to ask everyone until you got a ride.
All you knew is you couldn’t stand to be at this party for another second.
Eddie had rushed home, speeding even faster than he usually did. His heart wouldn’t stop pounding - he felt like he had a big, incredible secret. The panties sitting in his pocket might as well have weighed 50 pounds. He couldn’t stop thinking about them and what he’d done.
He was relieved to see Wayne gone when he got home. He didn’t want to be interrupted.
He locked up behind himself before heading straight for his room - fuck eating, he couldn’t wait another second. He was already half hard as he pulled his shirt off, then reached for the joint he’d rolled earlier.
Sparking up the joint, he placed the roll between his lips, taking a deep inhale. The smoke traveled down into his lungs, filling his body with a deep contentment.
He laid on the bed with his joint still propped in his mouth. He undid his belt and shoved his jeans and boxers down in record time - he was already so worked up, and the weed was only going to make his orgasm even better.
Eddie pulled out the lotion and your panties - and he paused. Was he really going to do this? This was a level of creep he hadn’t reached yet. He could go back - he could sneak your stuff back in your locker Monday - hell, he could even throw them away and pretend this never happened.
His cock was throbbing, already fully hard as he held the soft panties in his hand. He clenched and unclenched his fist around them, fighting with himself - could he forgive himself for this?
He brought the panties up to his nose and inhaled. His cock twitched, and he couldn’t help it - he wrapped his hand around himself, twisting his hand around his shaft as he breathed in the smell of you.
And fuck, you smelled just as good as he imagined. Better, even. He imagined his face was buried in your pussy, the real thing - fuck, he would do anything. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he made you cum harder than you ever had. It’s only what you deserved.
Eddie rubbed the panties against his aching cock, jolting from the sensation of the rough lace against his sensitive dick. He let out a little huff of smoke - his heart was beating out of his chest - and wrapped the panties around his shaft. Slowly, he stroked his cock with them, breathing shakily.
The joint slipped from his lips and fell on the bed. “Shit,” he cursed, picking it up and dropping it in his ashtray. He was already plenty high, and all he wanted now was to get off to the thought of you.
He reached into his bedside table and pulled out the yearbook. It was a surprise the pages weren’t stuck together at this rate. He flipped straight to the dog eared page, letting out a groan at the sight of you.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispered to your picture as he stroked himself faster. “Fuck. Did you wear these just for me today? Did you know how fucking crazy it would drive me?”
When the material of the panties started to get uncomfortable rubbing against his cock - too sensitive - he put the book down and grabbed your bottle of lotion. He closed his eyes as he opened the top and smelled it again - he could almost picture you were right here.
He put some in the palm of his right hand. Then, he wrapped his hand around his cock, moaning as the cool lotion coated his shaft. He could smell the scent so clearly - it made it even easier to think about you.
He picked the yearbook back up with his left hand, jerking himself faster - his hand was moving quickly with the help of the lotion. He let out a shuddering moan - fuck, it felt so good. His dick was rock hard in his hand, almost painfully so. He just got so worked up at school all day having to see you, especially when he got to talk to you, too. He always came home aching.
“Yeah, baby,” he rasped to your picture. The slick sound of his hand on his cock was filling the room - he could almost imagine it was the sound of your wet pussy, taking him deep and fast. “D’you like when I’m this hard for you? You wanna feel me deep inside your little cunt?”
Eddie’s body was shaking with the intensity of his building orgasm. He looked at your ass and legs in the photo and pictured you in your uniform with no panties underneath, bouncing on his cock.
Or maybe he’d bend you in half, let you show him just how flexible you are. He’d spread your legs wide, watching his cock disappearing into that tight cunt. His hips bucked up into his fist.
“Christ, baby,” Eddie groaned. “You’d be so good, I know you would. You’d let me worship you, let me taste your pussy, get my cock inside you - oh fuck - is that what you want, baby? God, you get me so fucking worked up-“
He was squeezing his cock with every upstroke, rubbing his thumb over the slit, tracing the vein on the underside of his shaft. It was your hand he pictured on him - smaller, softer than his own. So fucking soft, so you-
Eddie whimpered your name as if on instinct. He called out for you, throwing his head back with little “Ah ah ah”s as he brought himself higher and higher. He could feel that familiar feeling creeping up his spine, making his muscles clench. He cupped his balls in his hand, massaging them for a moment before going back to his needy cock.
He repeated your name over and over. “That’s it, that’s it. Good girl, so good for me. So fucking beautiful. Take this big cock, sweetheart, let me fuck that pretty pussy - fuck fuck fuck-“
His hand was moving rapidly up and down his cock now, precum leaking from the tip and mixing with your lotion. Your panties were on his chest, close enough that he could see them, bringing them to his nose to smell them. He locked eyes with your photo, imagining you were here begging for his cum, begging him to finish for you.
“You want my cum?” he whispered. “I’ll give it to you, baby. Gonna cum so hard, all for you. ‘m so close, baby, just- fuck- just a little more, almost fuckin’ there-“
His skin was tingling, body trembling, heart pounding. He twisted his hand around his cock faster, and oh god oh god-
Repeating your name like a desperate prayer, his cum shot out onto his stomach and hand, a seemingly endless amount. Fuck, he never used to cum this much before he started jerking off to you - it was like you drained everything out of him. He kept pumping his fist as he groaned, wringing out the last of his orgasm, dick pulsing in his hand as the final drops of his cum beaded at the tip, sliding down his shaft.
Eddie’s chest heaved with his breathing. He slowly removed his hand from his sticky, softening cock, looking around for something to clean up with - fuck, he might as well go get in the shower. He sighed, forcing his weary body up and off the bed. His post-nut shame was creeping in, and he needed to go wash all this away before he started really hating himself.
He threw the yearbook back in his drawer, grabbed a change of clothes, and went into the hall bathroom. He got the water started then washed his hands off in the sink, his shame disappearing down the drain. He thought briefly, again, of you, and what you’d think of him if you knew what he did.
He tried to push those thoughts away as he climbed in under the hot water. He didn’t want to think about you being upset with him - he only wanted to think of you in this shower with him, kissing your soft lips and tangling his hands in your hair.
Eddie was trying to be innocent for once, he swears, but then his mental image of you smirked at him and dropped to her knees, and-
Eddie Munson was so fucked.
Eddie tried to go about life normally, but it was hard knowing what he’d done - and what he’d continue to do - every night alone in his bedroom. The panties and lotion found their home in a box in his closet he only pulled out when he was desperate for you - which was often.
It was hard to look you in the eyes after that night. When he saw you again Monday morning, he had averted his gaze, stared at your ass instead. Also not entirely unusual, but he wasn’t prepared for the guilt he’d feel around you.
He watched you throughout English class. Today you were wearing jeans that hugged your body just right, a cute little striped shirt that spread tight across your tits. God, Eddie, did you always have to be such a perv? Why couldn’t he talk about how pretty your eyes were, or how you always put together the most flattering outfits? How you had the best style of any girl in school - not just boring preppy Gap bullshit, but some personality in your look?
Eddie could have gone on and on about the things he liked about you, because yes, believe it or not, it was much more than just your body that had him obsessed. Much more. You were somehow the most popular girl in Hawkins, Jason Carver’s sister, and the coolest girl he’d ever met.
He hardly even realized class had passed him by as the bell rang and everyone started to stand, gathering their things. Eddie snapped out of his daydream and grabbed his own stuff, waiting for the perfect time to leave right behind you. When you and Carol stood, he knew it was his time.
Fuck, you looked even better in those jeans than he’d realized. His mouth watered, he longed to reach out and touch you.
“I can’t believe him,” Carol said quietly to you, and Eddie strained to hear the whispered conversation.
“I can,” you shrugged. “He’s always been…selfish.”
Who were you talking about?
“You need to stop sleeping with him,” Carol said. Eddie’s stomach clenched at the words - Steve. You were talking about Steve. “He’s no good for you. And you know he’s already told Tommy and all the guys about Friday night?”
“I’m sure he left out the part where he finished in a couple minutes and didn’t return the favor.”
Eddie almost laughed. The idea of you sleeping with someone else always made him upset - but that was nothing compared to the anger he felt over Steve running his mouth about you to the whole school.
He lost the two of you quicker than he would have liked in the bustle of the lunchtime rush. He looked around for you, hoping to spot the top of your head somewhere, but ultimately gave up and headed for the cafeteria.
Jason, Patrick, Andy, and Chance walked down the hall in the other direction, talking to each other. Eddie attempted to pretend they didn’t exist, as usual, but as they passed each other Jason reached out, knocking Eddie’s books out of his hands.
“Sorry, freak,” Jason quipped, high fiving Patrick as the other guys laughed, still walking away.
Eddie took a deep breath, then he bent over and picked up his books. He would never understand how you and Jason were twins.
You and Carol were standing in the lunch line together when Eddie got into the cafeteria, still talking. He thought about joining the line with you - buy himself a cookie or something - but the guys were already watching him from their table. He looked at you one last time, reluctantly tearing his eyes away as he made his way to his usual seat.
“What, not gonna follow Carver into the lunch line to stare at her ass some more?” Gareth teased, and Eddie hated how obvious he must have been.
“Shut the fuck up,” Eddie muttered. He flipped his lunchbox open, reaching for the bag of chips he’d packed. His fingers itched for a cigarette instead.
“I just can’t believe it’s Carver that Eddie’s obsessed with,” Dustin said. “Like…that’s not what I imagined your type to be whatsoever.”
Eddie shrugged. He wanted to list out all the reasons why he liked you so much, why he needed you so badly, but he knew that wouldn’t make things any better.
“Yeah, it makes no sense,” Gareth said, poking at his mac and cheese. “Like, yeah she’s hot as hell, but she’s also a Carver. Ms. Stuck up Queen of Hawkins.”
“Come on Gareth, be nice,” Jeff scolded. Then, a raised eyebrow - “but really Eddie? Her?”
“She’s-“ he almost started, almost outed himself as being even more head over heels in love with you than they already knew, but recognized the bait before he did. “She’s nice.”
“Sure,” Grant said.
Eddie didn’t want to talk about the subject anymore. You were his, and he didn’t want to explain himself to his friends. He knew every guy at this table had been interested in you at some point or another, and he wasn’t about to reignite any old crushes.
In fact, Eddie more or less ignored his friends for the rest of lunch. The guys were coming over to his place tonight to talk the next campaign and pass a blunt around, and Eddie felt that was plenty interaction with them in one day.
After school, Eddie made a pit stop at Rick’s to pick up his supply. Rick was happy to see him, as usual, and he found himself pulled into a 30 minute conversation on government surveillance.
By the time he made it to the trailer, Jeff’s car was already sitting out front, the three of them waiting for Eddie. They climbed out as Eddie walked up the steps to unlock the front door.
“About time,” Gareth complained. “What, did you follow Carver home to peek through her windows first?”
“Ha, ha,” Eddie said sarcastically. He pushed the front door open and walked inside, letting his friends follow behind him.
The guys followed down the hall to Eddie’s cramped bedroom. While Eddie opened his stash box to pull out the blunt he’d rolled earlier, they found a place to sit. Then-
“Eddie, are you fucking kidding?” Gareth asked.
Eddie froze. He turned around slowly - finding Gareth standing next to the bed, holding your panties. His stomach dropped to his feet.
“Uh, what are those?” Jeff asked, brows furrowed in confusion. He leaned in for a closer look - yeah, those were definitely panties.
“Are these what I think they are?” Gareth asked, his voice rising.
“Uh- no, I mean-“
“What are you talking about?” Grant asked, confused, feeling like he was out of the loop. He didn’t connect the dots, until-
“You stole her panties?” Gareth choked out. “How did you- Eddie, what the fuck-“
Eddie snatched the panties from Gareth’s hand quickly, tossing them into the bedside drawer for now. Gareth watched - spotting the well-loved yearbook laying inside. “Dude, is that your jerk off drawer?”
Eddie’s face was bright red. “Gareth. Shut the fuck up.”
“Oh my god,” Jeff said, looking between Eddie and Gareth. “You are obsessed with her.”
“Those aren’t hers!” Eddie said quickly, frantically trying to come up with an excuse. “They’re…you know, probably got mixed up with my clothes at the laundromat, it happens sometimes-“
“So you just kept some stranger’s panties?” Gareth asked with his eyebrows raised, not believing a word out of Eddie’s mouth.
Eddie sighed. That was worse, wasn’t it? “Okay, they’re hers. But I’m not- I didn’t- look, they were there, and-“
Gareth held up his hand. “I don’t want to hear any more about your obsession with Carver. Whatever illegal creepy pervert shit you did to get those, I don’t wanna know. Let’s just smoke this blunt and talk about the campaign.”
Eddie was relieved the topic was changing, but his cheeks were still bright red, shame clinging to his skin like too-small clothes. He knew his friends thought his obsession was ridiculous. He knew it was ridiculous. But he couldn’t help himself. You were you, and you were everything.
He sparked up the blunt, took the first drag, and let his worries fade away for the night.
Your teammates lifted you into the air. This was your favorite part of cheerleading - the rush of flying. You were lifted high with a spin, straight into a cupie. You held it for a few seconds, then grabbed your foot and lifted your leg, holding it straight up as you crossed your arm in front - a perfect bow and arrow. The girls tossed you up and into a perfectly executed basket toss, catching you and sitting you safely on the ground.
“Excellent, Carver!” Coach Mills yelled from her spot on the sidelines. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Your heart was pounding, adrenaline coursing through your veins, but you beamed with pride. Landing a stunt was the best feeling, every time.
You were completely oblivious to Eddie watching from the sidelines. He was leaning against the fence, eyes locked on you and only you. He didn’t watch practice often, but when he could…
God, you were so good. It wasn’t even the glimpses up your skirt he got when you did tricks that made it so enthralling - you were genuinely really good at what you did. Eddie had always imagined cheerleading as waving pom poms around on the sidelines of a basketball game, but your competition routines were on a whole other level.
He watched the rest of practice, his heart slamming against his chest every time your teammates threw you in the air. He had to admit it scared him a little - he didn’t know how you did it.
After practice, you walked up the bleachers, laughing and talking with your teammates. Eddie watched, the way you had your leg up on the seat, bending over to retie your shoe.
He rushed under the bleachers.
It didn’t hurt just to take a little peek, right? He crept underneath the metal stands, until he was right beneath where you and your friends stood. He looked up and saw directly up your skirt - your pretty light blue panties on full display.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away, locked in on the thin fabric covering your pretty pussy, the delicious curve of your ass. His jeans grew tighter, the zipper uncomfortable against his cock.
“I’m going to shower before everyone else uses all the hot water,” your friend - Sarah? Lauren? - said, picking up her gym bag. “You coming?”
“You can go ahead,” you said. “I like waiting until everyone’s gone. It’s peaceful.”
Your friend shrugged her shoulders. “Suit yourself.”
The words you’d just said bounced around in Eddie’s head. You like waiting until everyone’s gone. That means you’d be in the locker room, showering - alone.
He knew this was too far. He knew he was seriously crossing boundaries this time - shit, was this illegal? - but fuck, the way his cock throbbed in his jeans at the mere thought, the possibility.
He rushed back into the school. His heart was racing, pounding in his ears. He lingered around the corner in the hallway leading to the women’s locker room. It was loud inside - he could hear the cheerleaders talking and giggling as they showered and changed.
And Eddie waited.
The entire time he waited, he questioned himself. Multiple times he almost left, talking some sense into his own brain and going home. Grabbing the yearbook and the panties and lotion and rubbing one out. But the promise of seeing more…
He waited until the girls started filing out of the locker room, not paying him any mind as he leaned against the wall pretending to read his book for English he hadn’t even started yet. He gave it a little bit after the last girls left, wanting to make sure no one was still in there but being cautious not to wait so long that you showed up before he could go in.
This had to be timed perfectly.
When he felt like the coast might be clear, he crept over to the door. He opened it just a few inches, listening carefully. He didn’t hear anything at all.
“…Hello?” he called, lowering his voice an octave in an attempt to not sound like himself in case someone was still in there.
He got no response. Satisfied and with adrenaline coursing through his body, he snuck inside the locker room.
It was deserted. Eddie let out a breath in relief - so far so good. He realized he hadn’t exactly planned this far - what was he supposed to do now? He looked around for a hiding space that would let him see you, and then - jackpot. An out-of-order shower stall.
He slipped inside the shower, closing the curtain tightly. He took a few deep breaths - okay, okay. He’d come this far, he was going to follow through with it.
God? I know you never hear from me, because I don’t believe in you, but please don’t let me get caught.
He waited even more. For a while. After a while Eddie thought about just leaving - maybe you decided to shower at home? But just as he was about to give up, reaching to open the shower curtain, the locker room door slammed shut. His stomach tied in knots - you were here.
“Come on, baby.”
Eddie froze. You weren’t alone.
“I said I’m done!” you exclaimed, sounding fed up. “The party was my limit, Steve, seriously. I’m sick of you and how you only care about yourself.”
“Baby, please. Don’t be like that.”
Eddie could practically hear the smirk in Harrington’s voice. He wanted to punch the guy. He slowly, carefully, slid the curtain to the side just an inch, peeking out.
You and Steve were perfectly in his line of view, by the sinks. You were unclipping the big green bow from your high pony, Steve leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, looking at you like something to devour.
“Don’t be like what, Steve?”
“Don’t be a fucking bitch.”
Eddie’s jaw dropped. Did Steve really talk to you like that? He almost stepped out of the showers to defend your honor, but caught himself the second he began to lift his foot off the floor. He was powerless.
“I’m not being a bitch. I’m just done with you.” You sat the bow on the counter, picking up your hairbrush and beginning to comb it through your hair.
“You know you don’t mean that.” Steve pushed himself off the counter, sauntering over behind you. He put his hands on your hips like they belonged there. His front pressed against you from behind, and he lowered his head, whispering something in your ear that Eddie couldn’t make out.
You giggled. Was this douchebag’s bullshit really working on you? Eddie clenched his fist - he fucking hated that guy.
His eyes darted down to follow the movement - Steve’s hand was trailing up your skirt. His other arm was still wrapped around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. He was whispering something to you Eddie couldn’t hear at all, but the more he said the more you leaned back into him, hairbrush forgotten on the counter as Steve’s hands slid over your body.
Then - with little warning, surprising even Eddie, Steve gripped you hard by the hips with one hand and by the hair with the other, bending you over the counter roughly. Eddie’s eyes went wide - oh shit.
“You wanna be a fucking brat?” Steve asked, lifting your cheer skirt and slapping you hard on the ass. Eddie jumped as the sound rang out loudly through the room, echoing all around. But you responded to the slap with a short moan, and holy fucking shit, that was the hottest thing Eddie had ever heard in his life.
His cock throbbed, filling out in his jeans. His heart was beating so hard he could barely hear the clinking sound of Steve urgently unbuckling his belt, undoing his jeans and pushing them down just enough to free his hard cock. Eddie hated to admit it, but Steve was huge. Maybe not quite as thick as Eddie, but…
He watched, practically drooling on the floor as Steve pulled your panties down, dropping them on the floor. He tried to get a good look at you - fuck, one look at your pussy and he could die a happy man. But he couldn’t quite see with Steve’s body in the way - which only pissed Eddie off more.
Steve rubbed his hands over the round of your ass - even more perfect with your panties off and skirt pushed up - like he was admiring it. Hell, he couldn’t blame him - Eddie would do the same.
“Why don’t you show me why they call you the King, Steve,” you taunted, pushing your ass back against his hips. Eddie’s breath hitched.
Steve hissed at the contact against his cock, then chuckled, slapping your ass one more time. “Oh, baby. I’ll have you screaming my name before you know what fuckin’ hit you.”
Steve dragged his cock through your folds, and Eddie tried to get a better look. You were a little too far away to see, too far to make out details - it frustrated him. But then Steve pushed inside of you and you whined, dropping your head forward, and Eddie’s cock twitched.
He was fully hard. As Steve pulled his hips back and began fucking into you, making you whine and moan, Eddie palmed himself over his jeans. He ignored Steve, picturing himself in his place. That only made his cock ache more, precum leaking from his tip and soaking his boxers.
He had to do something. You were right there, getting fucked, and Eddie was here to watch it.
He unbuckled his belt and slid his zipper down as slowly as possible, trying not to make a single noise. His body was buzzing with anxiety and excitement. When he got them open without alerting either of you, he reached into his boxers and started stroking himself, his rings cool against his hot skin.
Fuck. His eyes locked on where you and Steve were joined, where Steve was bucking his hips desperately, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust. He pictured his own cock disappearing inside of your pussy, how warm and wet it would feel, how you would cry and moan for him instead.
He didn’t mean to - but Eddie moaned.
His eyes went wide, hand freezing its movements. He watched you and Steve, utterly frozen in place, his blood cold.
But neither of you noticed. Steve was grabbing your ponytail now, pulling it hard so you were forced to look into the mirror at him fucking you.
“You like that?” Steve huffed. “You like watching yourself get fucked?”
Oh god.
“Yes,” you moaned, practically crying out as Steve rutted his cock into you at a brutal pace. “I love watching you fuck me.”
Oh god, oh god.
Eddie pulled his cock out and squeezed it, precum dripping from his slit. He rubbed his thumb through it, spreading it down his shaft. He was flicking his wrist quickly, his breath coming out in little huffs.
The pretty little noises coming from your mouth were making him ache like he never had. When he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine he was the one fucking you. He closed them for a minute, listening to your moans and gasps and whines, picturing you wrapped tight around him while he buried himself in you, making you feel so good.
“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!” you would cry instead.
Why don’t you let me show you why they call me the freak?
He opened his eyes again in time to see Steve pull you up by your hair, pulling your back flush against his chest while his other hand gripped onto your left hip. Steve roughly pulled up your cheer top and sports bra, and - oh fuck, those were your actual tits.
Eddie whimpered, his hips bucking into his fist uncontrollably. He planted his hand on the shower wall for support, twisting his hand around his cock faster and faster.
Steve ran his hand over your tits and down your body, until he reached that pretty pussy Eddie could only get the slightest glimpse of, and started rubbing quick circles against your clit. You keened, dropping your head back against his shoulder, soft lips parted in a silent gasp.
Eddie pumped his cock more aggressively, pulsing in his hand as he felt himself getting closer. His eyes were set on your tits, bouncing with every thrust from Steve - from Eddie, he pictured in his mind.
“Steve…oh god,” you whimpered, body nearly going limp in Steve’s arms. “‘m gonna cum.”
Those words coming from your mouth made Eddie nearly choke. He catalogued them in his brain for later, ready to play on repeat when he was alone and needy. He gave his cock a few quick jerks before slowing down, squeezing with the upstroke and thumbing his head. He shuddered - he was getting close, too.
“Come on, baby, make a mess all over my cock for me. Wanna feel you cum around me,” Steve encouraged, his voice raspy. God, you were all close.
You let out whimpering moans as he brought you higher and higher, the sound hotter than anything Eddie had ever heard. The quietest moan clawed its way from his throat - he couldn’t help it. He was so close and you were right there putting on such a good show, and his cock was throbbing in his hand, balls clenching tight as he was ready to blow probably the biggest load of his life.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” you cried. “I- oh fuck, oh my god-“
Eddie knew the second you came, because you cried out loudly, gasping and shaking against Steve as your orgasm crashed through you, Steve smirking and fucking you harder as he whispered praises in your ear.
The second your body seized up with pleasure, making those hot little noises, it hit Eddie like a fucking truck. His jaw dropped open and he moaned, forgetting himself, electricity shooting up his spine. He flicked his wrist faster, cumming harder than he ever had, his spend landing against the shower curtain in endless ropes. He worked himself through it, working every last bit of cum out of his dick until there was nothing left.
He opened his eyes again just in time to see Steve with you bent over the counter again, pounding hard into you from behind - until he groaned, loud, stilling as he came inside you. Fuck, you let him cum inside?
Steve pulled out of you, and Eddie could see his cum dripping down your inner thigh. Holy fucking shit. That image was getting filed away in his brain, too.
“Knew you’d come back,” Steve laughed cockily, tucking himself away and redoing his jeans. He had that stupid fucking smirk on his face that pissed Eddie off so bad every time it was directed at you.
“I wouldn’t say that,” you mumbled. You pulled your top and sports bra over your head, pushed your skirt to the floor. “I was horny and you asked.”
“Sure, baby,” Steve smirked. He ran his hand over your ass again. “Just remember all this belongs to me. And everyone knows it.”
“I’m going to take a shower.” You ignored him, grabbing your bag and heading for the showers. Eddie backed up away from the curtain, afraid you’d see him through the crack.
“Want me to join you?” he asked, but he was already picking up his backpack.
“Go home, Harrington.”
Steve just laughed. He slung his bag over his shoulder and left, letting the door fall closed behind him. He heard the shower start a few stalls down, and he let out a deep breath.
He had to clean up the cum on the curtain, he realized. Fuck. He looked all around before spotting a dirty towel, wiping his mess off the curtain and throwing the towel back in the dirty laundry.
Eddie snuck out of the shower stall and through the locker room. He didn’t relax a single bit until he was out of the locker room and safely down the hall, pushing the exit doors open and speed walking to his van.
Had he taken it too far?
But shit, that was worth it.
After the shower incident, Eddie made himself take a step back.
The post nut clarity had hit him hard after, like a punch to the face. He had taken it too far. Imagine if you knew what he’d done - he’d be even more of a Hawkins pariah than he already was. That didn’t bother him as much as the thought that you’d hate him.
He tried to stop thinking about you, he really did. He didn’t open the yearbook or stick his hand down his pants for 3 days. That was pretty much a record.
But you made it so hard. Just by existing, by being in the vicinity, Eddie could never think about anything else. He wanted you like he’d never wanted anything, not just your body but all of you. He wanted you to be his so bad he could barely breathe.
So how was he supposed to keep it together when you were right in front of him? When you giggled with your friends with that beautiful smile on your face, those glossed lips he longed to kiss. When you performed a cheer routine and made every other girl on the team look like a total amateur. When you answered a difficult question in class that just proved you had beauty and brains. They didn’t often go hand in hand.
And when you approached him after class Thursday, he swore his heart stopped. That’s the only way you’d be approaching him outside of the normal schedule - which he knew by heart. The only explanation was that he must have died and somehow gone to heaven, and you were the angel here to greet him.
You were wearing a short denim skirt and pink sweater today, your hair styled and earrings dangling from your lobes. You could have worn a garbage bag and you would still have taken his breath away.
“Hey Eddie,” you greeted as you found him by his locker, the sweetest smile on your face. You leaned against the wall of lockers next to him, clutching your books to your chest.
“O-oh…hey,” he greeted you back, trying to look casual as he was freaking out. “What’s up?”
“I was just thinking…” You glanced over, smiling and waving back at one of the cheerleaders as she passed by. You turned your attention back to Eddie - your plush lips shined with whatever lipgloss you were wearing, and Eddie longed to taste it, lick it right off. “Are you free tonight?”
He couldn’t help it - his eyes widened, mouth parting in shock before he could mask his surprise. “Yes- um, I mean, yeah. I’m free. What for?”
“Could we maybe…meet?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, looking like the picture of innocence - which he knew very well you were not. The contrast of your sweet expression with the girl he saw getting fucked in the school locker room sent his heart racing, cock filling out in his jeans. “Our usual spot?”
“Yeah? Yeah, of course,” he said quickly, nodding his head, curls bouncing. “3:30?”
“That’s perfect.” You smiled even bigger at him, looking like an absolute angel. “Thanks, Eddie. See you there.”
Eddie watched as you walked off, hips swaying, a million people stopping to greet or talk to you as you walked down the hall. Eddie wondered what it must be like to be popular. He wasn’t interested in it for himself, but it was a whole other world to him.
He wanted to tell the guys immediately that he was seeing you today, but thought better of it. They’d just laugh at him, ruin his excitement. This was for him - he held it close to his chest.
After school, he walked to the clearing as fast as his long legs could take him, metal lunchbox in hand. He didn’t have much on him today - he wasn’t expecting to ask to meet. Fridays were definitely his biggest days for sales, not so much the rest of the week.
He gave himself a pep talk as he trekked through the woods behind the school, ducking under branches and feet crunching on dead leaves. He thought about what he’d say - he had to be confident. He couldn’t be stuttering over his words like he had earlier. He rehearsed in his head the things he might say, over and over like he was running lines for a performance. He supposed he was.
When he reached the clearing, he sat on the edge of the picnic table. He picked up a dead leaf on the wood, fidgeting with it, tearing it apart piece by piece, crunching it between his fingers.
At the sound of footsteps, he jumped off the table, looking into the trees. He was sweating, and pretty sure he was currently having heart palpitations. He didn’t know if he’d ever be able to look at you without feeling like he was being hunted for sport.
You were alone - Carol and Tina nowhere to be found, much to Eddie’s relief. You smiled at him as you walked into the clearing. Somehow you looked even more beautiful than when he had seen you earlier. You had a scratch on your knee, probably from a sharp branch brushing against you on the way here. Your foot caught on a tree root on the way to the table, and Eddie rushed forward, catching you before you could hit the ground.
“Woah,” he said, casual, although the feeling of touching you, having you in his arms, sent his heart racing. “Careful, sweetheart.”
“Thanks,” you said, your cheeks hot as you stood back up. “Embarrassing.”
“Not at all.” Eddie smiled kindly, and you realized in that moment that he had a really nice smile. A pretty smile. Eddie wasn’t a bad looking guy at all - he was cute, actually - and he was sweet, too. You found the nerdy thing to be endearing, his bad boy look enticing.
You took a seat on one side of the picnic table, so Eddie slid into the other side. He flipped open his lunchbox. “What can I help you with today, princess? I’m a little low on supply today, but I can get more from home.”
You looked around. “I had just been thinking…” You tapped your fingernails nervously on the wood, avoiding Eddie’s eyes. “I guess I was just wondering…if you have anything…stronger?”
Eddie’s eyes widened. He hadn’t been expecting that. He was shocked enough when he’d first learned that little miss Queen of Hawkins was a bit of a stoner - something that turned him on, if he was honest - but something beyond just weed?
“Um…” he thought for a second, mentally going over his supply. “I don’t have anything on me, but at the house I have some stuff. Have you ever done shrooms?”
You broke out into a grin. “No. Have you?”
“Oh yeah,” he laughed. “I, uh, have some at the house, if you want to…get some?”
You smiled even bigger. “Oh, hell yeah. That sounds amazing.” You thought for a second. “I could ride home with you after practice?”
Eddie practically choked on air at that. “Ride- home? With me? To my house?”
You laughed, although a little awkwardly. “Yeah. You did say it was at the house, right? I mean I definitely don’t have to if you don’t want me to-“
“No!” Eddie said, too fast and too loud. “No. I mean, yeah, it’s fine. You can…uh, we’ll ride to my place together after practice. I’ll hang around.”
He was never ashamed of who he was or where he came from, but the idea of you standing in his trailer made him sweat even worse. But at the same time - you in his house? In his room, even?
“Cool,” you smiled. “You can always come watch practice, y’know, if you want.”
Eddie wasn’t about to say he had watched practice multiple times already, so he just nodded. “Yeah. Okay, yeah, I’ll hang out and watch.”
You smiled even bigger. You actually looked excited at the thought of Eddie watching you practice. “Practice ends at 5, so we can go to your place then.” Something occurred to you then, your smile fading. “Will your, uh…parents be there?”
“No, I live with my uncle,” Eddie explained. “And he works nights at the plant making the big bucks, so…just us.”
You seemed relieved at that. “That must be cool, having the house to yourself all night.”
Eddie shrugged sheepishly. “It can be. I usually just get high and fuck around on my guitar until I pass out.” And, you know, jerk off to your picture with your panties and lotion. It’s not like he had any girls coming over.
Until now. This would be the first time he’d ever had a girl over, and it was you. He had to be dreaming, right?
“Sounds like a good night,” you giggled. You stood from the table, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “I have to run to practice now, but I’ll see you after?”
“Yeah, of course. Won’t let you down,” Eddie said, then felt like a total idiot. “I’ll meet you out front.”
“Sounds good.” You gave him that beautiful smile, the one that always sent him reeling. “See you then, Eddie.”
He watched you go, frozen in place. It’s like his brain short circuited every time you said his name, like he felt it was something too lowly to roll off your tongue, but it always made him ache. Once he snapped out of it, he grabbed his stuff and headed for the field.
At least he could watch you without hiding this time.
Summary: Y/n thought her days in Hawkins, Indiana were over, but when she begins getting visions of threats from the Upside Down, she knows she needs to step in and help
Warnings: SPOILERS for ST4, follows the timeline/plot of season 4, drugs, smoking, death, violence, trauma, cursing, fluff, potentially more (will update for certain episodes if there’s more)
A/N: After an extremely long hiatus, I’m back! No matter what life throws at me the itch to write never goes away. I started writing this 2 or 3 years ago and it was already pretty long, and it’s definitely nowhere near finished. This part is about 5K words, but I’ve got 20K wrote so far, so definitely check in for the next parts soon! Requests open (Stranger Things only atm), taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!
Burns Harbor, Indiana was a small town, population of 2,107. It was a quiet and small town that bordered on the edge of Lake Michigan. The lake was pretty, yes, but Burns Harbor was nothing close to being a vacation spot. It was one of those towns you would drive through while you’re on a road trip and think nothing of. You may stop at one of the two gas stations for a pit stop to fuel up on gasoline and snacks, but that’s about it. It was a bare necessities type of town.
The residents didn’t ask questions or go poking their noses into others’ business. That was the best part of it for you. You had been living there for less than four years of your remarkable twenty three years of existence. It was a miracle you were still alive. You didn’t think that in a funny, ironic type of way, it was very much literal. Years ago it felt like death stared at you through your windows, stalking you and waiting for a chance to knock on your door and catch you by surprise.
You had since escaped from that feeling of creeping death, but could never forget your times at that place. You swore never to go back, never to risk your life and get close to it. You weren’t exactly that far from it though. Burns Harbor was a few hours from the place that had stripped you of your identity and tried to make you into something you didn’t want to be. The memories of your years at the laboratory were blurred together but vivid at the same time. All the sounds, rooms, experiments. They were just an arm’s reach away in your mind.
You tried to abandon the memories, forget altogether what had happened to you and the powers that you yielded. The things that made you different from everyone in Burns Harbor. That gap in time could easily be replaced, on the surface, as you having a normal adolescence. There really was no need for you to have a false backstory because nobody asked. That was the charm of the town you had relocated to. On the outside you were just like the other 2,106 people that resided in Burns.
When you first escaped from the lab you were afraid. The only thing that guided you were the visions. You had caught glimpses of a person, a girl like you, out in the real world. The journey to Chicago from Hawkins, Indiana was a grueling one. At the age of sixteen out in a world you hadn’t set foot in since you were eight, everything was terrifying to you. Your perception of life had been totally and utterly warped by the man you had once called ‘Papa.’
It was hard to trust anyone. You were afraid of the people that picked you up on the side of the road and helped you get towards your destination. In the span of a few days you hitched five rides. Some stayed quiet, some asked questions. Your response was always the same: nodding, shaking your head, or silence. The people that picked you up didn’t know what to think of you. A timid, dirty teenager with buzzed hair. Most assumed you were running away from home. Those few days were scary, but didn’t compare to the years you had spent within the white walls of the lab.
Once you made it to Chicago you found the girl, Kali. She took you in and helped you get on your feet. You stayed there in Illinois for two and half years before you decided to leave. The lifestyle that Kali and her gang lived wasn’t what you wanted for your future. She had helped you become ‘normal’ and enhance your powers, and for that you were forever grateful. Hints of Kali still lingered in you at Burns Harbor. For one, you still dressed in dark colors. Your closet was mostly black, with hints of red and white littered in too.
Assimilating with the people that lived in your new town wasn’t hard. It was easy to pick up on normal things. You had an apartment, a vehicle, and a job. Even though it was nothing crazy.
A chilly breeze hit your face as you stuck your head through the window. “Here you go! Have a good night and enjoy your food!” you smiled. You handed over the bag that held a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken.
“You too,” they replied. They drove off, probably not realizing what they had said. You heard that same phrase hundreds of times when you were working the drive-thru and when you first started working it cracked you up. Now you were used to it. People were in such a rush to get their food and go home that they gave a quick and easy reply, even if it didn’t entirely make sense. Not all customers were like that. Some wouldn’t say anything at all but others would give you a genuine smile and even say thank you.
You leaned against the counter and let out a breath. With a quick glance at the clock you saw that it was nine fifty. Only ten minutes before closing. There wasn’t anyone else in line at the drive-thru so you went ahead and started wiping down the black counters.
“I guess we should start shutting down,” Polly called from deeper in the kitchen.
“Yeah might as well,” you called back. You turned the sink on and rinsed your off-white rag. Water mixed with soap and grease dripped down the cloth and into the sink. Out in the dining area, your coworkers had finished wiping down the tables and mopping the floor. The lights went off in the front of the building and left only the back half illuminated.
You had been working at KFC for a couple months and it was a nice environment. Your coworkers were nice. Much nicer than those at your previous job. Not once had you been in a full on argument with anyone at Kentucky Fried Chicken. Most of your coworkers were around the same age as you except for two older women. Darlene and Wilma were extremely hospitable fifty year olds that lived together and invited everyone over for Christmas back in December.
They weren’t working that particular night and the store was being run by twenty year olds. On the outside it sounded like a recipe for disaster, but for the most part everyone was calm and just there to work.
“I’m done up front.” Grant came in and leaned against the counter beside you, tossing his rag into the sink and rolling his neck around to stretch it.
You glanced at him through tired eyes and nodded. “I’m just about finished up here. It was a slow night so I had time to clean in between customers.” You took your red visor off and wiped your forehead. There was a thin line of sweat left on your hoodie. You were very ready to get home and get in the shower to wash off the layer of grease that seemed to coat your entire body.
“So…” Grant started. “I went on a date with Katie last night.”
You smiled and looked at him. “How did it go?” Grant was a hopeless romantic. In the months you had known him he had gone on more dates than you could count on your hands. He was a good guy, but he could be shy and awkward around people that he liked.
“It went good. At least I think it did. Yeah- yeah it went good.” He nodded, chewing on the inside of his lip.
“Did you ask her to go out again?” you asked, giving him a pointed look. This was the real question. A lot of the time he was too nervous to ask or had overthought so much about whether or not the girl liked him that he chickened out.
You looked down at his feet and smiled. “Yeah.”
“And what did she say?” you dragged out the last word, eager to know.
“She said yes.” He grinned and shuffled his feet a little, doing a little happy dance.
You raised your eyebrows and smiled. “Grant, oh my god! Finally.”
Polly walked in running her fingers through her hair. “What’s goin’ on?”
“Grant here has finally got a second date,” you said, looking at the man of the hour.
Polly’s mouth dropped open and you could see the line that her burgundy lipstick created on the inside of her lips. “No f-ing way. I didn’t know he had it in ‘em.”
Grant gave her a deadpan face. “You guys suck.”
Polly snickered, “Sure we do.”
“Anyways…” you started, changing the subject. “What are you guys doing this weekend?”
Grant let his head roll back and groaned. “Spring break is starting for my sisters and my mom wants me to drive them to their friends' houses or whatever.” Grant still lived at his parent’s house and had twin sisters in high school. He supplied you guys with constant stories about them and their shenanigans. “But I have that date with Katie soon.”
“Ooo,” Polly teased. She received a glare from Grant, who was tired of months of being made fun of by her. She sighed and averted her attention from the victim of her bullying. “I want Mickey to take me to Indianapolis for a concert next Friday but he’s dragging his feet.”
You shut your eyes and rubbed them. Mickey was Polly’s latest boyfriend, and not a good one at that. Everything she told you about him made you like him less and less. You hadn’t actually met him yet because every time Polly tried to set up a hang out he declined. “Go by yourself if Mickey won’t take you. Or go with that one cousin you have that lives around here.”
She grimaced. “No. Absolutely not. I'm pretty sure Shelby has a thing for me and we’re cousins. He’s… just no.” She crossed her arms and shook her head, disgusted at the idea. Polly tilted her head up at you, “What’re you going to be up to y/n?”
“I’m not sure yet. I want to go by the music store and check out what they have. A new Metallica album came out a little bit ago and I want to see if it’s there.” The music store was a frequent visit for you. So much so that you were on a first name basis with the workers there.
“Sounds fun.” Polly’s voice was monotone. She wasn’t really thinking about what you had said at all. She was in her own mind worried about the concert and her boyfriend.
“Well I think that’s cool. If you find it you need to get me a copy too. I’ll pay you back when I get paid.” The blonde boy had grabbed a toothpick from a jar and had it hanging out of his mouth.
“Yeah, I’ll look.” You glanced at the clock again and saw that the minute hand was past the twelve. Finally time to go.
Grant had followed your line of sight and clapped his hands together. “I’ll lock up. You guys go ahead and leave.” He started heading further into the kitchen to grab the keys.
“You sure?” you called after him.
“Yep!” he hollered back.
You followed after Grant into the kitchen and headed towards the back door. You clocked out and told everyone goodnight before pulling the black metal door open and stepping out into the crisp night air. Stars littered the sky like salt sprinkled on a black counter. Your boots thumped on the grey and black asphalt parking lot that held the employee cars and the dumpsters behind the building. Your dull red Jeep was illuminated in a yellowish tint by the streetlight above it. You pulled your keys out of the pocket of your hoodie when you came up to the driver side door.
You looked over to your right where the heavy metal door had shut and sent out a resounding thud. Polly and two of your other coworkers had just left and were headed towards their own vehicles. Polly headed towards her brown BMW that was bought brand-new five years ago by her parents for her sixteenth birthday. She raised her hand and waved at you when she caught your eye. You had just opened the door but raised your hand above the window so she could see you waving back.
As soon as you shut the door you put the key in the ignition and turned it. The engine of your Jeep didn’t exactly pur but he was in working order. Angus, which was your SUV’s name, was inspired by AC/DC’s Angus Young. He was a trustworthy machine and had been with you since you arrived in Burns Harbor. He hadn’t failed you yet.
You set down the quiet streets, tapping your thumbs on the steering wheel to the cassette you had in. The streets were ultimately empty despite it being ten o’clock on a Friday night. Most of Burns Harbor were in their homes watching tv, doors unlocked and windows open to let in the breeze from the lake.
There weren’t really any “bad parts” of town. Not a lot of crime happened and if it did they were dumb, unharmful crimes. You couldn’t remember the last break in or murder that had happened since you moved to town. You drove slow with all your windows down, enjoying the night air. You looked out at all the businesses you were passing. The movie theater, the video store, a family owned diner, an insurance company. The essentials plus a little more.
You flipped on your blinker even though there wasn’t anyone behind you and then turned into the parking lot for your apartment complex. There were only six units, and they were pretty nice. You wouldn’t be able to afford it on your own but you had a roommate, Kat. Her real name was Katherine but no one other than her parents called her that.
You parked Angus and locked him up so he was safe before you headed towards your apartment building. It was four stories tall but luckily for you, your apartment was on the second floor. You checked the mail on your way up, knowing that Kat definitely hadn’t.
Bill, junk, advertisements.
You unlocked the door to apartment number two and walked in. No lights were on and it was pitch black inside. You felt along the wall for the light switch and flicked it on. The sudden brightness that filled your vision made your pupils constrict. You tossed the mail onto the ceramic tile countertop in your kitchen so you could worry about it later.
You took your shoes off at the door and carried them to your room. You knew Kat wasn’t home since her door was shut, no light was coming out the bottom, and it was silent on the other side. She was probably out somewhere with friends.
As soon as you stepped into your room your bed called to you. You wanted to sink into the soft sheets and fall straight asleep but you desperately needed a shower. You groaned and trudged over to your closet. You grabbed a worn-out band tee and your favorite pair of sweat shorts and dragged yourself to the bathroom.
The white tile was cold on the pads of your feet while you waited for the water to heat up. After another minute or two you stuck your hand under the flow of water and decided that it was the perfect temperature. Your clothes sat on top of the closed toilet seat while you washed yourself. You closed your eyes and hummed Crazy Train as you combed your fingers through your scalp.
Your ears rang and your vision turned black, but just for a moment. Suddenly you were in another place. The sound of the water running disappeared, you couldn’t feel the stream hitting your body, and the air wasn’t steamy anymore.
You saw two people. A girl a bit younger than you, dressed in what looked like a cheer uniform and a guy more your age with longer brown hair. You listened and watched as the guy grabbed the girl by the shoulders and was telling her to ‘wake up.’ You quickly gathered her name was Chrissy. She looked unnatural. Her body was still as a board and her eyes were completely white.
She began to rise in the air as the guy continued to yell at her. Your stomach twisted as one by one her limbs started to contort and snap. Her legs and arms bent at a freakish angle and her jaw unhinged. Then before she dropped to the ground it looked like her eyes were sucked into her body, blood dripping from the sockets.
You gasped, choking on water as you regained your sight again and realized you were back home. It didn’t take you long to realize what you had just seen. It was a vision. Your heart pounded in your chest and even though the water was warm, your skin was covered in goosebumps. It was without a doubt Hawkins. It didn’t matter how far away you got, a part of you would always be attached to that town.
Your visions had gone silent months ago and you thought that maybe number eleven had gotten things under control there. The last vision you had was at the end of summer when you saw a glimpse of a moving truck and the girl getting into it. That meant she wasn’t there. Hawkins was in danger and she wasn’t there to protect it.
You quickly finished washing your hair and your body and shut the water off. You wrapped your towel around your body and grabbed your clothes, running to your room. Your chest was on fire from how hard you were breathing. The other times you didn't need to go. You watched from a distance while number eleven took care of it. She saved you from having to return. Last summer it seemed like she had finally closed the connection between the real world and the Upside Down, but whatever that was that happened to that cheerleader, it wasn’t human. It wasn’t human at all. And if you were getting visions of it, that could only mean it was connected to what happened in that laboratory.
You discarded the clothes you had originally picked and went back to your closet to get a normal outfit. You definitely weren’t going to sleep anymore. You paced around your room in your socks, fully dressed other than your boots. You realized that your luck had run out. You were naive to think that Hawkins could be left in the past. The horrors that riddled that town were still there. You can take the girl out of Hawkins, but you can’t take Hawkins out of the girl.
After all this time would you really need to go back? Did number eleven realize something was going on again too?
A million thoughts raced inside your brain, some telling you that it wasn’t your problem anymore. You weren’t a hero by any means. Sure you had powers just like most comic book heroes, but that didn’t mean anything. You were sure none of them grew up the way you did or saw the same terrifying sights that haunted your nightmares. You couldn’t say you were normal either, and you sure couldn’t let a whole town die.
You needed a bag, a satchel, something to carry things in. You searched through your room until you finally found a brown canvas backpack. You ran around your room throwing stuff onto your bed that could fit in there. Any extra could just go in the backseat of your SUV.
You didn’t know what you needed to bring for a trip to Hawkins but you knew it would be a couple hours of driving and who knows how long you would be there for.
You rifled through your drawers and found your stash of money. You had saved all that you could in the past few years but never put it in a bank. You put the rolls of cash into your bag along with some other things. You slung it over your shoulder and took a long look around your room.
When dealing with the Upside Down, there really was no telling how long it would take until you would be back. You took in a long breath and held it for a couple seconds before you breathed out and turned around, locking your door behind you.
You found a pen and a notebook and scribbled a quick note on it so Kat wouldn’t be worried when she came home. “be back in a few days.” You hoped that message would hold true.
You took another look around your apartment as you stood by the oak door. So many memories have been created there. Less than half a decade ago you had met Kat.
She was the same age as you and wanted somewhere to live that wasn’t with her parents, but not totally by herself. She worked at the front desk of her parent’s law firm in town. She made decent money considering she hadn’t gone to college. If she wanted to she could pay for the entire apartment herself, which she had offered after a little while of you two living together but you declined.
She was lively and outgoing, something that you weren’t when you two first met. She cracked your shell and helped you open up and talk to people. She had no idea about your powers or your real past, but she believed the false stories you had told her. She thought that you had run away from home because of a toxic household, which was somewhat true.
Kat had introduced you to her friends and family and they all welcomed you with open arms. She also hosted parties and holidays at your apartment and invited everyone she could. Those were the first time in years you had ever celebrated Thanksgiving, Christmas, or New Years. Hopefully they wouldn’t be the last times either.
You flipped the light switch off, bathing your apartment completely in darkness. You turned the worn golden knob on the door and took a step out into the carpeted hallway. Your keys jingled when you pulled them out of the keyhole. You twisted the knob to be sure it was locked. Even though most residents of Burns Harbor didn’t lock their doors, you always did. It wouldn’t do much to protect against the evils that you knew lurked in Hawkins though.
When the handle didn’t budge you nodded and started down the stairs. You walked across the hardwood floor of the first story and through the front door, out into the parking lot. The air was just as crisp as it had been an hour ago when you had arrived home.
Angus was there waiting for you. You unlocked the door and hopped in, tossing your bag in the passenger seat.
If you were going on an epic journey you needed an epic soundtrack right? In actuality, the music would calm your nerves. If you drove in silence you might explode from the anxiety that was filling your body. You popped in an Iron Maiden cassette and drove out of the parking lot, headed towards the gas station.
A dingy neon sign on the window told you that the place was open. You pulled up to a pump and headed inside. This was going to be a long drive. You needed some food and a map to even get to Hawkins.
You swore you would never go back to that town, but here you are, off to save the day. That’s if you even managed to. Number eleven did it, so you had faith in yourself. Eleven was strong, there was no doubt about that. Even though you were in an older group than she was, you still heard about the things she could do. And then later on when you left, you had seen the visions of her powers in the real world. Only time would tell if you could stand against the evil like she had.
An especially cold breeze snapped you out of your trance and you clutched your black denim jacket tighter around you. There was a task at hand. You pushed open the glass door to the inside of the gas station and a bell rang above your head, signaling your presence.
A guy that looked to be a few years older than you and much more tired sat at the register. He scratched at his beard and didn’t bother to greet you. You stuck your hands in your pockets and looked around the aisles. You needed snacks and a map. You grabbed a big bag of chips and several Beef-n-Cheese stick packs. Some candy and gum were a must, along with Cokes. You weren’t going to waste money buying a cooler and ice to keep them cold. You could drink them at room temperature.
You carried the stuff to the register and rocked back and forth on your heels while the guy rang you up. You perked up whenever you noticed a little display of pamphlets next to the register. You grabbed a map and plopped it down on the counter too.
The cashier slowly raised his eyes up to look at you and blinked. “Going somewhere?” he asked. He didn’t sound at all interested but you answered anyway.
“Yeah, something like that.” You nodded, lips in a thin line. You looked around at the things on the green counter that were around the cashier. You saw a key dangling from a hook next to him on a bulletin board. It was attached to a wood block that said ‘bathroom.’ You suddenly had an idea.
“Can I use your bathroom?” you asked.
He sighed and took the keys down from the board. He held them out and you took them, headed to where he pointed. Your boots thumped quickly on the linoleum floor. The bathroom smelled like someone had just taken a shit, vomited, and maybe even died in there- all at the same time.
You begrudgingly sat down on the cracked toilet seat and shut your eyes. You breathed in and out slowly, focusing your mind on the guy you saw from your vision earlier that night. What you were attempting to do was something you had only done a few times before, but if this worked…
Suddenly he appeared in your mind and you focused harder until your sight went completely dark. You could see him sleeping on a couch but that’s all you could see. “Hello?” you called out. No response. You walked forward and reached a hand out. Instead of touching him your hand went through him like an apparition. His face twisted a little in concentration but he was definitely still asleep. “Hello?” you repeated, drawing your eyebrows together.
He twitched a little and squeezed his eyes shut. Could he hear you? You stepped a little closer and crouched down next to him. You could see him much clearer now. You turned your head to the side and stared at him. You blew air on him but it seemed to have no effect. “Hey, wake up.” He fidgeted a little.
“Wake up!” you shouted. His eyes shot open and he jumped up with a start. His sudden movement startled you and you fell back on your ass. He whipped his head around wildly, hair swinging everywhere. He stopped and stared and you could have sworn he was looking right at you.
You opened your mouth to say something but were thrown out of his mind by pounding on the bathroom door.
“Hey! You didn’t die in there did you?” the cashier hollered from the other side of the door.
“No! I’m alive. Just having some stomach issues,” you called back.
There was silence for a second and you could just imagine the disgust on his face. “Okay.” You heard his footsteps recede and you groaned. It was possible you had just imagined it, but it felt like he was really looking at you. Not the area you had fallen at, but at you, like he had seen you.
You shook your head and flushed the toilet so it seemed like you had really used the bathroom. You took a paper towel and turned the sink on and let it run for a minute before you turned it off and walked back into the store.
You strolled down the aisle back to the register casually before you stopped and planted your feet in front of the counter. He had taken the liberty of bagging your items while you were using the commode.
“That’ll be twenty-five thirty-one.”
You pulled a few bills out of your pocket and handed them to him. He counted them and put them in the register. He glanced at you while he counted out coins. You held your hand out and he dropped the silver and copper into your hands. You tucked it into your pocket and started picking up your bags.
“Come again,” he called after you in a monotone voice.
You nodded your head in response and pulled the door open with your free hand. As you walked to your Jeep you looked around. The streets were empty. Very faint waves could be heard in the distance and crickets chirped in the grass. You opened the car door behind your own and deposited your bags in the backseat. You rifled through them and found the map, opening it up fully. One side was a map of the United States, the other side a map of just Indiana.
Your eyes scanned across it until you found Burns Harbor at the top. You looked further to the bottom until you found the town you were looking for. There it was: Hawkins, Indiana. You traced a line with your fingertip, connecting the two cities through roads. It would be a couple hours before you arrived at your destination.
Before you left though, you needed to fill up. You leaned against the side of your vehicle, watching as the gallons- along with the price- climbed up until it reached the amount you paid inside. You took the worn pump out of your gas tank and screwed the lid back on.
You opened the driver-side door and got into your seat. Leaning over and rifling through your glovebox, your hands finally found purchase on a pen. You traced the route you had drawn with your finger moments ago, this time in red ink. You drew circles around towns that you would drive through. You tossed the pen back in the compartment and shut it. The map sat in the passenger seat, opened up in case you needed to glance at it. You put your keys in the ignition and started the engine, beginning your trip to Hawkins.
Summary: Y/n thought her days in Hawkins, Indiana were over, but when she begins getting visions of threats from the Upside Down, she knows she needs to step in and help
Warnings: SPOILERS for ST4, follows the timeline/plot of season 4, drugs, smoking, death, violence, trauma, cursing, fluff, potentially more (will update for certain episodes if there’s more)
A/N: Part 2 is here! Check the master list for the previous parts and parts that come out next! Requests open (Stranger Things only atm), taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog! Lmk if there’s anything I need to fix!
Three hours of driving later and it was still dark out. You had made it about halfway to Hawkins if you were using the map correctly. Your eyes were dangerously droopy and you knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to keep driving. You rolled into a town you’d never heard of before and pulled up to an open twenty-four seven motel. You parked a couple spaces away from the front door of the place. It looked a little sketchy but there wasn’t anywhere else to go.
You raised your wrist up to your face so you could read the numbers on your watch. It was almost four in the morning. The plan was to spend just a few hours at the motel, then start moving again.
You dumped some stuff out of your backpack that you wouldn’t need overnight- although it was already morning and you wouldn’t be staying overnight at all. Those things were replaced with some of your snacks and drinks. Once your bag was securely on your back and your keys were in hand, you opened the door and went inside.
The first thing you noticed was the distinct smell of cigarette smoke that hit you in the face and filled your nose as soon as you stepped in.
The second thing you noticed, unsurprisingly, was the lady sitting at the desk had a cigarette lit in between her fingers. She was older, probably around fifty or sixty. She had prominent wrinkles on and around her lips, probably from smoking. Her red lipstick left a stain on the styrofoam cup she was drinking out of. Her thin brown hair was big and round and somewhat matched the shape of her face and made it look even rounder.
You walked up to the desk with your best attempt at a smile on your face. “Can I get a room? I just need it for a few hours and I’ll be gone later today.”
She looked you up and down with judgmental eyes. “Just one night?” Her voice was crackly and reminded you of tv static in a way.
“I guess,” you responded. “I won't need it overnight or anything. Just for a few hours.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek while the woman, Clarice, took a long drag of her cigarette.
She blew the smoke out the side of her mouth and pulled out a notebook. Her bright red fingernails flipped through the pages until she got to the one she was looking for. “Nineteen ninety-nine,” she said flatly. “And I need to see some identification.”
You pulled a bill out of your pocket and handed it to her then pulled out your wallet. In the first little compartment was your ID. It wasn’t real but it had fooled everyone that had seen it. There was no record of you, so you would never be able to have a real one. To the world outside of that laboratory, you don’t even exist.
She narrowed her eyes at the card and the money, scrutinizing them both. With a seemingly satisfied grunt she took the money and turned around to grab a key. Room number five. You picked up the key and your ID.
“Have a good night,” she crackled.
You nodded and smiled thinly before you walked back outside and to your room for the morning. The handle to the door was rusting just like the plaque with the number five on it. It took a bit of wiggling for the door to finally unlock, and a good push before the door screeched open.
The air inside was stale and unmoving. The curtains matched the bedspread, which was a muddy rendition of roses and other flowers. You set your bag down on the floor next to the bed and sat down. The bed was hard as a rock but you were at the point of exhaustion you could lay on the street and manage to pass out.
You unlaced your boots and took your denim jacket and flannel off, placing them next to you on the bed. You kept everything else on though and slipped under the scratchy cover and let sleep overtake you.
…
When you woke up your back was aching just as much as your head. You felt like you were sticking to the sheets and had to peel yourself off of them. You stood on the stained dark blue carpet and stretched, relieving your sore muscles.
You opened the curtains just a little to peek outside. The sky was blue and the sun was fully out. One glance at your watch and you realized it was noon; you slept way longer than you intended. With more energy than before, you splashed some water on your face before you collected your things and headed back outside.
Instead of the woman from four that morning being at the front desk, it was a younger guy. He looked up as you walked in and greeted you with a smile. That was the warmest welcome you had received since your journey began.
“I just need to drop this key off,” you said, placing the key on the table in front of him. “I was in room five. I checked in this morning.”
“Leaving so soon?” he asked. His mouth was turned up at one corner as he picked up the key and replaced it on a hook behind him.
“Unfortunately,” you said sarcastically.
He laughed and nodded, understanding what you meant. “Well we’re sad to see you go.”
You hummed and nodded, unsure of what to say. You turned around and started making your way towards the door, only pausing to wave when he told you goodbye.
The midday sun blinded you as soon as you stepped outside. The air in this random town was different from Burns Harbor. It didn’t have that hint of moistness that came from Lake Michigan. You honestly missed it.
Once you were back in your Jeep you picked your map up and checked the route. You should arrive in Hawkins in two and a half hours.
You shuddered a little. This town which you had vowed never to go to again was just a drive away and you were willingly going. For the sake of the people of Hawkins, you had to go. Why did you care about the people of Hawkins anyways? It wasn’t like they had done anything for you. But they couldn’t have known what was going on either. They were innocent. You weren’t religious but you at least had a heart and some morals, and if something could be done you would do it.
It was a Saturday and most of the schools were out for spring break. That meant people were actually on the roads now. Traffic wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t nearly as smooth as the first half of the drive had been. To be fair, it was the middle of the night though. Nobody in Indiana was going anywhere at that time of day.
The traffic, plus a stop at a drive-thru had added more time to your drive, and now you were stopped at a gas station only a few towns away from your destination filling up for the last time. You were in the home stretch with less than an hour- give or take- left in your drive. You were mentally preparing yourself for whatever was ahead of you.
It was, without a doubt, going to be dangerous. Anything dealing with the Upside Down was. What happened at the lab was too, and they were definitely connected. You didn’t know all the details about what had gone down in the past few years since you were only learning things through visions, but it sure seemed like the lab was a big part of the “curse” that riddled Hawkins. The lab had created a plague, and it spread from within the walls outwards to the rest of the town.
Driving with one hand and chewing on a beef stick with the other you drove towards the “Welcome to Hawkins, Indiana” sign. You took in a deep breath and shut your eyes momentarily- but not for too long- and steeled yourself. The sign disappeared in your rear view mirror as you drove deeper into town. It felt like a weight was pressed against your shoulders and chest as soon as you had passed the boundary into Hawkins.
To dispel the heavy feeling that was seeping into your car and filling your lungs you popped in a Cyndi Lauper cassette and turned the volume up. It was different from everything else you had been listening to on the drive, but you wanted something upbeat and bubbly that you could sing along with to distract you.
You made it into the main part of town and looked around. People turned to watch as an unfamiliar vehicle- yours- drove past. Unlike residents of Burn Harbor, the people of Hawkins were nosy. They didn’t even try to hide how hard they were rubbernecking. Without a doubt they would go home and mention to their friends and family the young girl that they’d never seen before in a bright red Jeep in town.
You didn’t know where anything was located in town. It had been years since you’d last stepped foot in Hawkins, and even then it was the middle of the night when you had escaped. Despite living there for much of your adolescent life, it was like seeing everything for the first time.
You drove through town until you spotted a small motel. You didn’t want to stay at another motel, but it didn’t look like you really had a choice. You didn’t know anyone in town and you sure as hell weren’t about to go asking around for a place to stay. You had enough disposable money that you could afford to stay for a couple nights and it not kill you. If there was anything you had learned in the past couple years, it was the importance of saving. You never know what could happen.
On the outside the motel looked a little nicer than the one you had stayed at earlier in the morning. You could only hope it wouldn’t be as dingy on the inside as the other one was.
You pulled into the parking lot but left your bag in the car this time. You could put everything up on your way to the room. The only thing on you was your wallet, which was in your jacket pocket, and your knife, which was in the back pocket of your jeans. You could never be too safe.
You stepped into the motel and were greeted by a kinder face than the woman that checked you in earlier that day. This lady was clearly older than her, but smaller in stature and build; a classic grandma. She wasn’t smoking, nor did it smell particularly like cigarettes in the room. It was cleaner and smelled like coffee.
“Hello dear, how can I help you?” the woman asked. A smile was on her face, accentuating the wrinkles in her cheeks.
It was hard not to return her smile when you approached the desk. “I need a room. I’m not sure how long I’m going to be staying though…” you trailed off.
“Well that’s no problem,” she nodded her head and picked up a pen to write in her log book. “I can start you off with two days and then go from there.”
You nodded. “That sounds good.” You pulled out your wallet and opened up the compartment with the bills. “How much is it?”
“Twenty-five a night. You can just give me fifty for now,” she answered sweetly.
You were flipping through bills when a door opened behind the lady at the desk. The man that came out immediately noticed you as a newcomer and began to scrutinize you. He was old, and had very tan, wrinkled skin. You could barely see his eyes under his hat but you could tell he was sizing you up.
“You chose a bad time to come here young lady. We’ve got a killer on the loose,” he warned loudly. With one last warning look he stomped past you in heavy work boots and went out the door.
The lady laughed awkwardly, staring after the older man. “Don’t mind Earl dearie. He loves scaring people.”
You raised your eyebrows and nodded, but you knew there was some truth to what the old man had said. You finished counting the bills and slid them over, then you pulled out your ID- which she hadn’t asked for- and slid it over too.
She quickly glanced over the card and flipped through the money, verifying that it was enough. She placed it next to her and opened a drawer in the desk. From there she pulled out a silver key and dropped it into your open hand.
You were about to turn and leave when your stomach growled. You hadn’t had a real meal in hours and it was dinner time. “Do you know any place to eat close by?” you asked.
“Oh yes! Just a few buildings down my friend Patty owns a little diner.” She pointed to her left, which was your right.
You nodded and thanked her before you walked outside, key and wallet dragging down the pocket of your jean jacket. You unlocked your Jeep and grabbed your backpack and the plastic bags that held your snacks.
A few doors down from where you had parked was your room. You carried your things and dropped them on the ground below the number plate so you could get out the key. With some wiggling it gave purchase and the door drifted open.
The first thing you noticed was the scent of citrus and fabric freshener hitting you in the face. At least you knew the furniture had been cleaned recently.
Your expectations weren’t high, and it was a typical motel- something modeled right out of a magazine. There was one bed with a nightstand on each side, lamps with yellowing shades sitting atop them. Opposite the bed was a little wooden desk with a bible and black landline telephone. You would have looked at the room more but your stomach growled in protest.
The diner truly was only a few buildings down. It was styled after a fifties restaurant, fit with the red and white neon signs and on the inside the black and white checkered tile, retro booths, and stools at the red vinyl counter. There were a couple people inside eating and they all glanced at you when you came in, but most didn’t make it obvious.
You took a seat at a booth near the door and sat down. A waitress, Betty, quickly came and handed you a menu. “Hello there, welcome to Patty’s! What can I get you to drink?” She waited eagerly with a pen and pad of paper in hand.
“Um… just a water please.”
She scribbled something on her pad and nodded. “I’ll be right back with that and then I’ll take your order!”
“Thank you,” you gave her a small smile and watched as she disappeared through a door.
You looked around, surveying all the diner-goers. It was all middle aged people- other than you- including the waitresses. They were all talking and having conversations. They all knew each other. A man and a woman sat in the booth next to yours and you could hear most of what they were saying. You would have ignored them if their conversation hadn’t piqued your interest.
“I heard it was that Munson boy,” the woman tsked. “I knew he was trouble, jus’ like his daddy.”
“Where’d you hear that from?” the man asked in a hushed voice.
“Samuel called me this morning and said cops were swarmin’ ‘round Munson’s trailer, and Eddie’s been missin’ since last night. Nobody knows where he’s at,” she answered. “Wayne swears that his nephew could never do something like that but I don’t believe it for a hot second. If you ask me-“
“Darlene!” he whispered fervently, cutting the woman off. “There’s Wayne.”
A gush of air came from behind you, signaling that the door had been opened. To your left you saw an older, slim man walk by. He was wearing a hat and kept his head down as he took a seat at the counter.
It seemed to you that this man’s nephew- Eddie- is the so-called “murderer” the man from the motel mentioned earlier. If the “murder” they’re referring to is the girl from last night then maybe this Eddie was the guy in the vision you saw-the one you tried to reach out to. You needed to find him.
Betty came back with your water, cutting off your train of thought. “Here you go…” she set the drink down in front of you and pulled a straw out of her apron. “Do you know what you’d like to eat yet?”
You were so busy listening in on Darlene and her male friend’s conversation that you didn’t even look over the menu. There was one thing that almost all American eateries had though. “A burger please. And fries,” you added.
“Alright…” she wrote it down on her pad. “Is that all?”
You nodded.
“Alrighty! I’ll be back with your food in a few minutes.” She smiled and walked off to tend to other customers.
You picked up the straw and took off the white paper, balling it up and setting it aside. You stuck the plastic straw in your water. It was nice to take a long sip of something cold for once after only drinking room temperature sodas.
You began to think again, getting your train of thought back on track. So apparently Eddie was missing. This was a problem. Luckily for you, there was a possibility that you could find him. Through a mindlink you would be able to see some of his surroundings but last time you tried it seemed like he could see you, maybe even hear you too.
On the off chance that he could, you could just do a mindlink again and ask him where he was. If that plan just so happened to succeed, it wasn’t a guarantee that he would even tell you. He would probably think he was going crazy. Only time would tell.
While you waited for your food you watched Wayne, the man that was this guy’s uncle. He was quiet and didn’t really look at anyone, keeping to himself. If you were in his position, and your nephew was being accused of murder you would probably act the same. But he says it couldn’t possibly be Eddie. Did he know where his nephew was? Was his nephew still alive? It was possible that the Upside Down had gotten to him too.
Suddenly your vision went black and your senses were clouded. A scene appeared in front of you. A boy was rising up out of a lake, just like that girl had in your last vision. His limbs warped at odd angles, his jaw unhinged, his eyes sucked into the back of his head, and then he fell back into the water.
As quick as it had come it was over. You looked around and you were still in the diner. Betty was headed your way with a plate in her hand. “Here you go,” she said, setting the burger and fries in front of you. “If you need anything just flag me down.”
“Thank you,” you managed to smile, but were still frazzled from the vision. While you replayed the vision you’d just had you started eating. It was good, but the image in your head wouldn’t go away. If you were any normal person your appetite would’ve ceased immediately at the grotesque scene. But you were starving, and the abilities of the Upside Down weren’t anything new to you.
So another person was going to die. You knew the vision wasn’t happening just then since it was lighter outside the diner than it was at that lake. It could be in a few hours, or tomorrow. There was no way to tell, but you needed to try to stop it.
You tried to eat quickly while also listening and watching around you. No one other than waitresses talked to Wayne, but you saw the man and woman at the booth beside you casting glances at the back of his head. Since he had walked in they hadn’t dared talk about his nephew at all. Before you were finished eating they ended up finishing and leaving. In no time your plate was cleared and the sun had set in the sky, leaving it a dark gray. It wasn’t sunny there in Hawkins like it was in that last town or Burns Harbor, it was cloudy. The gloomy atmosphere outside matched the town’s overall aesthetic.
Betty passed by and she noticed you had finished your food. She handed you the bill, which you paid, and then you left. You drove the few blocks back to the motel and got back to your room without talking or running into anyone.
You were finally able to take a look around the room. Everything generally looked nicer than the last motel. The carpet wasn’t even a fraction as stained as the other one. You stepped onto the tile in the bathroom and looked around the bathtub and shower combo. You could smell the cleaning products that had been used, and there wasn’t anything questionable on it so you decided to take a shower before you went to sleep. You would explore the town more tomorrow and try to find more clues to the whole situation.
After a nice, long, refreshing shower you changed into some makeshift pajamas and crawled into the bed. Sleep came easy to you thankfully.
…
The next morning you woke up earlier than you had the previous day. When you checked your watch you saw that it was nine in the morning. You brushed your teeth in the bathroom and got dressed before you headed outside. You weren’t sure where you were headed, but it wouldn’t hurt to drive around.
You drove past the police station, the arcade, the mall, the high school, the Family Video. None of it seemed like it would help you in your search. What exactly were you searching for? Any signs of what was going on and how you could stop it. You really needed to find that lake. Or you could try talking to Eddie through a mindlink.
You figured that would be your best option. There was a chance that it wouldn’t work, but it was worth a try. You pulled into a random parking lot and turned around so you could head back to Family Video- the last thing you drove past.
When you opened the door to the shop you were greeted by a cashier who seemed to be your age. As soon as he laid eyes on you his jaw went slack. At that moment he was suddenly grateful his coworker Steve hadn’t showed up for work. Just like all the other customers you probably would have flocked to the most popular worker at the Family Video. At least that’s what Keith thought.
“Can I- Can I help you?” he asked, struggling to pick his jaw up off the floor because of you. He’d never seen you in town before; he would definitely remember if he had.
“Um… yeah. Do you have a bathroom?” you asked. You were aware of the way he was looking at you, but you weren’t interested.
“Yeah- um, it’s back there,” he pointed to the back of the store where the bathroom was.
You nodded and started heading back there. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” he breathed out, eyes trailing after you even when you’d disappeared behind the bathroom door.
You didn’t pay much attention to what the restroom looked like, you just needed somewhere to sit and focus. Why it always ended up being a bathroom: you didn’t know. You put the lid down on the toilet and sat there. Your eyes squeezed shut and you tried focusing on the face of the guy whose mind you wanted to enter, possibly Eddie. You thought of his brown eyes, his frizzy brown hair, his full lips. His frame suddenly came into view and you focused harder so you could get to him.
The two steps you took towards him left ripples in the black water beneath your boots. He was standing, cooking something on a stove. You walked closer and said his name. “Eddie?”
He froze for a second and swallowed, then continued stirring the food in the pot. It seemed like he heard you. He reacted to your voice. “Eddie,” you said again. He clenched his jaw and shook his head. He could clearly hear you but was choosing to ignore you. You couldn’t say you blamed him. If you were hearing voices in your head you would try to pretend they weren’t there too.
“Eddie,” you said one last time.
This time he tilted his head back and looked up to the ceiling… then he talked. “God if that’s you please, please know that I didn’t do it. You must have seen it! I didn’t kill her.”
You bit back a laugh. So he thought you were God. As much as you wanted to pretend you were the man in the sky you just couldn’t. “Eddie, I'm not God.”
He swallowed again and looked around. His gaze settled on you, or at least your direction. He leaned towards you slightly and reached forward. You watched as his hand went through you. He pulled it back and let his hand dangle by his side. “I can’t see you. Who are you? How- How are you talking to me? Am I going crazy? Oh my god, I am going crazy.”
You let out an amused breath through your nose. As serious as the matter was, it was quite funny seeing how he was reacting. There was no way this guy could kill someone. “No, you aren’t going crazy.”
“How do you know my name then? How can I hear you? What are you?” Boy was he full of questions.
“I’ll explain at another time. For now all you need to know is that my name is y/n. But I need you to tell me what happened to that girl,” you said.
He started shaking his head quickly. “No, no, no, stop! I didn’t- I don’t know!”
You opened your eyes and you were back in the bathroom at the Family Video. “Fuck,” you muttered. Eddie had pushed you out of his mind, but you couldn’t really blame him. If you were in his shoes and had witnessed someone dying in such a brutal way, and an unexplainable way at that, you would be on edge too.
You would have to be more careful with your wording next time you tried, but for now you would have to leave him alone. You did actually need to use the restroom so you did it quickly then washed your hands and walked back out into the main area of the store.
Since you were there you might as well look around and see if the cashier will talk about anything of use to you. He was waiting behind the counter when you came around the corner. He visibly jumped when he saw you again, for what reason you aren’t sure. He knew you were back there.
“Everything go okay?” he asked.
“...yeah,” you answered. What an odd question. You felt bad for him though; he was obviously nervous.
“Um…” He wasn’t sure what to say, but he didn’t want you to leave just yet.
Before he had to struggle to find something to say to you, you spoke. “Can you show me some movies?”
His eyebrows shot up. “Oh! Yeah- yeah I can.” He walked out from behind the counter and started walking towards aisles of movies. “So what are some movies you like?” he asked.
“I like Star Wars, Terminator, Poltergeist, and The Breakfast Club to name a few,” you answered, scanning over all the movies on the shelves.
“The last one’s a bit different from the others,” the guy said, laughing awkwardly.
“Yeah, it's my roommate’s favorite movie. She rents it all the time so I’ve seen it a bunch.”
“Oh.” He nodded. “Have you seen Back to the Future? It came out last year.” He picked up a VHS tape and showed it to you. Marty McFly was printed on the front along with the DeLorean.
“I watched it in a theater whenever it came out actually,” you told him. You realized then that every movie he recommended to you would be something you’ve probably already watched. Watching VHS tapes and listening to cassettes were your top two pastimes. You had a feeling that if you told him you’d watched all these movies already he would probably spend all day trying to find one you hadn’t watched and you didn’t feel like being at the video store all day. “I would love to watch it again though.”
His face lit up. “Okay, sounds good. Um- come over here and I can get you checked out.” You followed him over to the counter and he set his fingers over the keys of a computer but didn’t type anything just yet. “So first I need to know your name.”
“Oh it’s y/n y/l/n.”
“Okay…” He squinted at the computer screen while he typed out your name into its database. “Can I get an address?”
You paused for a second and weren’t sure what to say. You were only going to be in town for a few days and he didn’t really need your address back in Burns Harbor. “I’m actually staying at a motel right now so I don’t have one. Could I just give you the money for it and return it on time?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes and the sweetest smile you could muster without being too much.
His eyes looked all over your face, not sure where to look before he gulped and had to look away. “Yeah that- that’s um, fine. Actually I can just put it under my name, it’s no big deal. I work here so you know… just come back and it’s fine.”
“Okay thanks.” You smiled at him. Were you actually going to watch the movie? Probably not, but you made a mental note to return it before you left Hawkins.
“Uh, here you go.” He slid the VHS across the counter. “Come again, to return the tape you know.”
“Thank you; I will.” You picked it up and waved at him before you walked out the door.
Half an hour later you were back in your car and driving around again- after you had lunch-, this time further outside of Hawkins. You needed to find that lake now. You should have asked that guy about it but it completely slipped your mind after that absolute failure in the bathroom. You hated how much time you were wasting.
While you were searching for the lake you found something more intriguing. Your Jeep crawled past a trailer park where two cop cars were parked. You pulled up as close as you felt was sane without seeming like you were up to something. You raised up in your seat and could see yellow police tape around one trailer. That must have been where the first murder took place. You couldn’t get out and start knocking on doors; that just wasn’t logical.
You backed out of the gravel road and back onto the paved one and drove a little further down on the road. To your great surprise they had the road blocked off with police tape too. Was there another murder you didn’t know about? You hadn’t heard of that one yet.
Right there in the middle of the road your sight went black. You saw a girl rising up into the air at a cemetery. She had red hair and had on headphones. On the ground it looked like three people- guys- yelling and encouraging her. She dropped. Her limbs didn’t start breaking. Her eyes were completely fine. She survived it.
You gasped and you were right back in your car on the same road you were before, looking out at the police tape. You had seen three victims through your visions so far. One had died for sure already, that you were pretty confident about. The other two though… you couldn’t even be sure they were in order. And this girl, she survived. What about the crime scene in front of you? Was that a victim too?
So far there were either one or two victims dead already, and you knew of two others, but only one of them dies- at least for now. You weren’t going to be able to do this by yourself, that you were sure. That girl… you could try finding her through a mindlink, but she probably doesn’t even know she’s going to be a victim yet. Neither does the boy you saw last night.
Your visions were helpful, but you liked to think they loved to challenge you. They gave you barely any information and told you to work with it. It was only twelve and you still had a few hours left to spare but you weren’t sure what to do next.
Driving around wasn’t getting you anywhere. You could feel the stares every time you passed by people, could practically hear their thoughts wondering who you were. You realized it didn’t look good to just be lurking around town forever, popping into random stores and coming out with nothing, but you needed more to go off of.
You ultimately decided to go back to the motel. Maybe the lady at the front desk would tell you something. If the conversations at the diner told you anything, people had some opinions.
You pulled your Jeep into a parking space closer to your room and walked down to the office. Once again the little old lady was sitting there, this time doing a crossword puzzle. It took her a minute to notice you standing there but a kind smile appeared on her face when she did.
“Is there anything I can help you with dear?”
“Well I was thinking about what that man said earlier… Earl was it? He said there’s a murderer around here right now?” You tried to seem genuinely concerned.
She shook her head, the smile dropping from her face. “Hawkins has had a lot of tragedies. It’s gotten worse these past couple years. A girl died a few nights ago, but it wasn’t right. And what I hear people say… I just don’t believe it.”
”What do they say?”
“A boy, Eddie Munson, he lives in that house with his uncle. He’s disappeared. I know his uncle though- known him for a long time. The boy is a good kid. Not the brightest in school but can you blame him? It’s not everyone’s strong suit. And Wayne speaks so good of him. I don’t see him hurting anyone.” She paused for a second and set down her pen and crossword book. You could see her hands shaking before they disappeared in her lap under the table. “I don’t know who, or what, did those horrific things to that girl, but Hawkins isn’t safe. I don’t know what you’re here for, but I don’t suggest staying long.”
She gave you a lasting look, deathly serious. She wanted you to heed her words, even if it meant she lost business. “I make sure that it’s safe here; to the best of my ability. Earl too. He won’t let any harm come to any of our guests. I’ve roped my son into being security during the night time so Earl and I can get some shut-eye. You have nothing to worry about here, but I can’t say the same for when you leave. You be careful now.”
You nodded, “Yes ma’am, of course. Thank you.”
She didn’t verbally respond but watched as you walked out of the motel office, continuing with her puzzles. Her words felt heavy on your mind. Maybe not all, but some people in Hawkins had their suspicions. The wiser ones surely couldn’t believe that people were just up to no good.
Summary: You’ve grown weary of your virtue, and, unfortunately for Eddie, you’ve hatched a plan to lose it to a stranger tonight. But why are you telling him this if not to extend an open invitation to foil your plans?
Word Count: 15.9k
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, angst, fluff, PiV unprotected sex, condom removal during sex, loss of virginity, virginity talk and shame around still having it, lots of yearning, teasing, cream pie, fingering, oral sex (fem rec), nicknames (sweetheart, sweets, pretty girl, etc.), dirty talk, arguing, best friends to lovers, jealousy, possessiveness, mention of vomit (not R or E), bad first time (not R), mention of a hypothetical junk-punch, one instance of R described to have breasts with a little weight to them, if I missed anything lmk!
Song Rec: Pavlov’s Bell by Aimee Mann
A/N: I herald his beginning. I herald your end. I herald…experienced!eddie. It’s been a while since I’ve posted a oneshot, and I tried something new with how I wrote this, so pls lemme know how you guys feel about it <33333 Born from this ask!
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“So, what do you think?” you eagerly ask.
Eddie’s sitting across from you in the small metal chair, his fingers threaded as they rest on the laminated wooden table in his trailer. His expression is still—frozen. He’s not too sure what to make of your plan.
Honestly, he’s waiting for you to laugh and tell him it was just a joke. A very unfunny, crass joke.
But you don’t, and after what feels like an eternity, he manages a response.
“That is the worst fucking idea I’ve ever heard, sweetheart, and I listen to every single one of Gareth’s ‘million-dollar-cashgrabs.’”
He shakes his head with careful subtlty—like any sudden movement will scare you into actually committing to this plan.
Disbelief clouds his features, heavy and foreboding like the sky before a summer squall—
The nerve. The gumption. The audacity so potent on such an unassuming young woman.
You want to lose your virginity to a stranger and you’re, what, warning him first?
It’s like you want him to disrupt your plans.
He watches you roll your eyes, all pursed lips and impudence.
“Oh, seriously?” you sass. “Calm down. It’s really not that big of a deal.”
Eddie practically chokes on his scoff, and the strangled sound ripples over your body, drawing out the look he knows well. Annoyance—it forces you to sit up straight.
You squirm in your seat for a moment, like a million tiny ants are marching up your spine, dancing over the tension in your shoulders. And he knows…the argument is imminent, but not before he speaks his piece—
“Not that big of a deal? Sweetheart, stubbing your toe is not that big of a deal. Forgetting to check the mail is not that big of a deal,” his voice raises as he gestures wildly, feeling like a Bible Belt preacher wailing about temptation of the flesh. “Losing your virginity? To a stranger? That’s a pretty big-fuckin’-deal!”
Again, you roll your eyes—blatantly disregarding the way his head cocks and his own eyes narrow in warning. He hates when you do that. When you brush him off so easily, like he’s dust on your pristine shoulder—
A quiet chuckle leaves your lips as you avert your gaze, suddenly finding the speckled laminate far more interesting.
Like a puppy hearing an unfamiliar noise, Eddie’s head cocks back the other way, trying to figure out what exactly he said that has you laughing. Usually he loves the sound, but he doesn’t like the tone of this one. There’s something deeply derisive buried beneath the nonchalant surface.
“I’m sorry, I must’ve missed the joke there, sweets. Care to clue me in?” he rasps, goading you.
A jeering smirk pulls at your lips, like you’re finding his simmering temper and deepening voice increasingly amusing.
After another soft huff—a sound that could almost be mistaken for a scoff—you level him with a penetrating look, your smirk slowly splitting into an incredulous grin.
“Sorry,” you start, but a chuckle bubbles up your throat, catching on the clearly insincere apology. “Sorry, I just find this whole thing very funny.”
Eddie sucks his teeth as he watches you shrug dismissively—no longer backing down, no longer avoiding his darkening gaze. He lets your words sit in the air, hoping their stuffy bitterness will suffocate you into surrender, but instead, they seem to brandish your skin like armor.
And just like that, out comes your most dangerous weapon: your self-satisfaction.
From all his years with you, he knows, when your complacency reaches an all-time high, there’s almost no way to change your mind. You’ve already doubled down once, and you’re about to batten down the hatches. Because more than anything, he knows you hate being wrong and hate it even more when you’re told you’re wrong.
And through festering nerves and itchy discomfort, Eddie realizes he just shot your idea down and danced on its grave.
Of course, he wouldn’t have had such a strong reaction if it weren’t such a sensitive topic. But you don’t know that. All you’ve heard so far is you’re wrong, and I know more than you.
It’s moments like these where Eddie curses his motormouth—his almost comical inability to shut up, or, god forbid, consider what he means before he opens his trap. And until he finally learns his lesson, he figures he’s doomed to live with his foot in his mouth for all eternity.
With you shifting in your seat, and time ticking against him, he knows this bomb is going to need an extra delicate defusal. But he’s not certain he can remain level-headed about this subject matter.
Not when it’s you.
Not when damned images of a faceless man caressing you plays in technicolor through his mind. Because sometime ago, somewhere along the night drives and the lazy days, his wires got crossed. And now those wires are sparking, threatening to burn him through and through.
Maybe you’re not the bomb, after all.
“Oh, you find it funny, do you?” he questions, nodding his head.
“Well, yeah. You’re sitting here trying to tell me that, what, losing your virginity is supposed to be special?” you mockingly ask, your features alight with mirth. It’s like you’re a bloodhound catching a scent—the scent of sweet, sweet hypocrisy.
Eddie opens his mouth to answer your rhetorical question, because…yes.
For you?
Yes, it should be special—
“You know what? I want you to go look in a mirror and say what you just said to me, and see if you don’t laugh too.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he argues, jerking his head back. Your words might as well have physically manifested themselves into a slap because that’s how they feel, acidic and seeping into his skin with a sting.
“Please! You remember telling me about your first time? You came to school the next day bragging to me and the Hellfire guys about hooking up with some older chick in the bathroom at the Hideout! Remember that? You wore it like a badge of honor!”
He had taken you in as a freshman, just like he did every lost soul. Battling off the stifling monotony of high school together, it was no surprise you developed a crush on him. He was—is—so sweet. So funny. So unlike anyone you had ever met.
He would play the fool just to make you laugh, but he’d defend your honor in an instant. Your very own protection against the venomous cheerleaders and mouth-breathing jocks.
When he would get himself going about something or other, marching along the tops of the lunch tables, it was like staring straight into the sun. You bloomed under his gleaming rays, flowering and reaching toward his warmth with every wild grin, every silly headshake, every teasing joke.
He was addicting, and you would come bounding into lunch every day itching for a fix.
Then you were a sophomore and Eddie was a senior—for the first time.
One day, he came in with a new story to tell, and no amount of sunshine could restore your wilting leaves, your shriveling flowers. No amount of water could satisfy the buds that never got to grow and now never would—
Every prideful sentence—every dirty detail boasting the changed man he had become—acted like a rain of pesticide on your delicate ecosystem.
It was a level of desecration you couldn’t undo if you wanted to.
And you weren’t sure you were even strong enough to try.
Because it became clear that day, he wasn’t yours. He wouldn’t be yours.
You couldn’t see him the same after that. The chemicals contaminated the image, degrading and defacing the likeness.
He wasn’t the man you used to dream about every night.
He didn’t look like he once had—so soft, so sweet. A man able to rot your teeth right out of your skull if you allowed him the honor.
A man so saccharine and delicate, like candy floss.
But maybe it was the image of him that was delicate—not truly him.
After all, your tears melted the wisps pretty easily.
All that was left was piles of sugar—too wet for consumption, and not in the right form—and a crash unrivaled by any confectionery you’d ever had.
White, hot anger seeps from every pore in Eddie’s skin, replaced by the shocking chill of a memory he’s tried very hard to forget.
He feels like throwing up—
This. This, right here, is why he’s vehemently opposing your plan. This feeling constricting his chest, like not enough fresh air in the world could inflate his lungs—
He thought the experience was cool at first. He thought he was being totally “metal.”
But he was just being used.
The woman never asked his name, and when he tried to talk to her, she crudely told him to focus less on talking and more on fucking. It was a mortifying experience. He almost wasn’t able to finish from the sheer embarrassment of it all, but eighteen year old hormones were a thing to behold.
And despite what he would have everyone around him believe, he still cared way too much about what people thought of him. So he strutted into lunch the next day, hopping up on his soapbox to spread the good word of his monumental conquest. High from the excitement of the boys, he embellished most of the story.
And now, here you are, sitting in front of him, smug as can be, thinking you’re proving your point with his own hypocrisy.
But he’s not a hypocrite.
He’s just a liar.
He has lied to you about a lot of things and, funnily enough, all those things seem to be crawling out of their grassy graves, hungry to take a chunk out of him.
Because as much as you may think you’ve cornered him with a “gotcha” moment, your reminder of his past transgressions only makes him all the more passionate about how you should spend your first time.
He can’t let you feel how he felt.
Not you.
You deserve better than empty touches and unfeeling words.
“You wore it like a badge of honor!”
Your voice echoing in his mind has a sentiment never meant to be revealed tumbling past his lips with frightening ease—
“Yeah, and I lied!”
Slowly, your self-satisfied smile falls off your face. Confusion overtakes your confidence.
Capitalizing on your stunned silence, Eddie continues—
“That first time was fucking awful! I felt like shit. I only acted like it was good because I thought that’s what I was supposed to do…. Because I was stupid and young.” He utters the words with disdain, mortification and frustration mixing low in his gut until he feels more flammable than ever.
“It wasn’t good,” he repeats, a frown etched tightly into his features. “It just made me feel…empty.”
Your silence weighs heavy on his shoulders; selfishly, he steals a glance at you, at the crease in your brows and the way you seem to be reflecting. He can almost see you reliving that day in your head, searching for any twitch of an eye, any too-quick-to-fall smiles.
But he’s a good liar. Always has been. Even when it comes to you.
The idle hum of electricity coursing into the yellow bulb above him acts as the soundtrack to your response.
“Well, I don’t plan on doing it in the Hideout bathroom, so I think we’re good there,” you shrug.
Eddie purses his lips; he knows it’s deliberate. What you’re doing, it’s purposeful, and you’re doing it to piss him off. Because you’re pissed off.
Your eyes narrow at his, challenging him in the silence of the trailer.
A huff of air escapes through flared nostrils—he’s refraining.
But you’re killing him.
Sometimes you can be so difficult, but he wouldn’t stick around if he wasn’t addicted to the agony of trying to figure you out.
That’s half the fun of every conversation he’s had with you.
You push his buttons more than any woman he’s ever met, but you’ve twisted him up so bad, the only time he feels normal is when you’re looking at him. Doesn’t matter if it’s with anger or fondness or humor.
You’re a paradox he can’t sort out because you’ve made him like this—wires crossed and incendiary feelings—but you also have a way of fixing him. Though, it’s usually just to mangle him all over again.
And he’d like to be your only victim. He’d like to burn in only your pyre, if given the chance.
If given the chance.
If given the chance, he’d like to put a stop to this. And with the quasi-warning you’ve granted him, he feels this is as good a time as any to poke as many holes in your plan as he can—
“What’s the rush? Why now?”
He can see in your eyes, you’re taken aback by his question as your challenging gaze turns suspicious. “What do you mean, ‘Why now?’ Because I want to, that’s why.”
Your argument is slipping; petulance curls off you in plumes as thick as smoke. And the scent is sweet to him.
Eddie settles back in his chair, sliding his hips down—looking the epitome of leisure and apathy, he hopes. Though, unable to fully transform while walking the repressive tightrope, his left hand fiddles with the rings on his right—a nervous tick he hopes you’re too annoyed to notice.
“Well, yeah, but why not yesterday? Why not a month from now?” He shrugs, feeling flinty resentment sharpen his edges as he continues the onslaught of questions, now bordering on antagonistic. “Why not prom night a few years ago? Isn’t that where all the girls go to lose it? You went, you had a date. You could’ve.”
Your eye twitches.
“Because I didn’t want to, jackass. I’m ready now. I want to now…”
Instead of responding, Eddie just raises his brows, feeling unimpressed. Your words sit in the air, floating in between you both as they grow stale.
The soft whistle of the A/C unit and the ticking of the old clock on the wall make him feel like he’s trapped in this liminal space where conversations never truly end because nobody’s point ever actually gets made. Like he’s just meant to sit here, staring at you, both waiting for the other shoe to drop, but nothing comes. Because that’s not how the game is played.
Unfettered, Eddie continues to look at you, as though you’re something to be watched—consumed. A separate entity he can’t touch, but he can play the part of an onlooker, waiting for disaster to hit.
You squirm and shuffle in your seat. He observes. Waits. Gives you the space to tell on yourself because he knows you’re not strong enough to resist it.
Your eyes sporadically flit from his to random places in the trailer as you avoid his patient gaze.
After a few seconds, it appears the opened cereal box and empty beer cans across the room become a bore to you.
Slowly, your far-out gaze drops down the kitchen counter, landing on the floor, sliding to the side, and back up the table until it rests on his joined hands, fingers threaded, rings bulky and glinting in the dull glow of the humming bulb.
He sees the exact moment you buckle under his unyielding attention—the moment you give up. Your shoulders deflate the smallest amount, free of tension and low from submission. Your chest collapses under the expression of a deep, silent sigh.
“I’m tired of being a virgin,” you mutter, shame darkening every syllable. “I just want it over with, I don’t care anymore.”
Eddie purses his lips again, nodding, because he understands the feeling. He remembers the pressure. “And you don’t wanna wait to lose it to someone you love?”
You don’t respond. Don’t look at him. All you do is laugh. Just a quiet, humorless chuckle. A few notes of melody that tell him you’ve got a well of emotions, thoughts, and opinions on the subject that you’ll have to spare him for time’s sake.
But Eddie’s not in the business of letting you off easy. As much as you can be difficult sometimes, he can be far worse.
He can talk, and talk, and talk for hours. Stall forever if he needs to.
Suddenly, he sits up, hunching his shoulders forward, determined. “I think you should wait…. For someone you love,” he implores.
You roll your eyes again, as though he’s spinning you an opulent fantasy and swearing it’s true.
He crosses his arms, mirroring your own movement—
“Thank you for your input, I’ll take it into consideration.” You shoot him an insincere smile before looking up at the ceiling of the trailer, as if thinking, only to return your gaze to him seconds later. “Okay. I’ve considered it. And I’m choosing to ignore it.”
Eddie bristles, sucking in a quick breath to bolster his impending rebuttal, but you don’t even let him—
“I don’t know if you've noticed, Eddie, but there’s a distinct lack of guys lining down the block, waiting to woo me. And that’s fine, it’s whatever,” you shrug, shaking your head like you couldn’t be less bothered. “I can’t make someone love me. But this, I can control…”
You snort, mordacious words spewing from your perfect lips. “One thing I know about men is they may not be quick to love, but they’re certainly easy to seduce.”
Eddie shifts angrily in his seat. Not quick to love?
As if that could be true. Who in their right mind—
Part of him wants to yell at any guy who’s ever rejected you, but the other part—the dark, untamable ego—wants to jump up in celebration, in smug satisfaction that he’s not having to duel for your devotion.
But he doesn’t do either because love is awful.
It’s like staring into a mirror and all his worst flaws are staring back.
Right now, his selfishness is glaring at him, and yet, he can’t seem to care. That’s the worst part.
He should be good. He should be better for you. Should want to be better for you. It’s what you deserve. But you’ve done something irreversible to him.
And love is fickle.
Because, unfortunately, he can relate to you on one thing—the woes of not being able to make someone love you.
The pain of wanting it and not getting it.
If he could….
If he could get it…
If he could make someone love him—if it were possible—he wouldn’t be stuck here listening to you plot how you’re going to lose your virginity to some guy. Instead, he’d be half-way to the bedroom by now, your hand in his, and a million sweet kisses waiting for you.
But love is fickle.
“Okay, fine. Yeah, guys are easy, but you can’t lose it to a stranger. That’s probably the worst way to go about it,” he complains, regarding you with almost-pleading eyes.
You pause for a moment, your eyes narrow at the earnest display of caution on his face. But then you must remember this is the face of a liar, because—
“I mean…people hook up with people all the time. Some even after they’ve just met at a bar,” you pointedly argue, pinning Eddie to the spot with a time-hardened gaze.
His lip curls as he regrets ever opening his mouth that day in ‘84.
If he had known it would give you the perfect shield, allowing every argument he lobs at you to bounce off and hit him square in the chest, he would have never said a word. In fact, he has half a mind to create time travel just to go back and kick eighteen year old Eddie’s ass—
“And besides, I’m not doing it with a stranger. I was thinking of asking Jimmy Royston,” you shrug, focusing on the chipped nail polish you can’t seem to stop picking at. “I sat next to him in Chemistry, like, all of junior year.”
For the first time in what feels like forever—well, at least since you told him your plans for later—Eddie laughs. A boisterous, belly laugh that echoes around the trailer, the sound bouncing off the smoke-stained wallpaper and hitting every surface in sight.
Too busy wiping tears from his eyes, Eddie misses the way your face sours, your lips curling into a dangerous sneer.
He starts a few sentences that immediately devolve into gibberish and giggles when he pictures you and Jimmy Royston so much as speaking. God, his stomach hurts— He always did sat you were the funnier one out of you and him.
A terse ahem draws his attention back, and he tries to stop his body from shaking with heaving laughter.
“Oh, sorry. Phew! I needed that, I needed that.” He wipes some escaped tears off his cheeks. “Ohh, thank you, sweetheart, that was very funny. Thank you,” he says with a breathless grin, smoothing his shirt and rubbing his sore abdomen.
Staring at him with a heavy brow, your expression remains still—
When your facade doesn’t crack—when you don’t smirk and revel in how hard you made him break, like you usually do—Eddie’s smile drops off his face, replaced by unabashed incredulity.
You’re serious. You truly mean to tell him…Jimmy Royston is your man of choice? The guy who vomited all over himself in ninth grade when he had to dissect a frog in biology is the one you want to lose your virginity to? Jimmy ‘Puke-y’ Royston?
What’s more, your choice is based on a year of being lab partners? Really? Eddie has known you since freshman year—known of you since elementary school—and you’re choosing an acquaintance over him?
Not even an acquaintance—an obligatory desk-mate. How romantic. Touching, really—
He can’t help but imagine how that conversation would go. “Hey, Jimmy, remember me from Chem? Stoichiometry, am I right? That shit sucked. Anyway, do you wanna fuck me?”
All of a sudden, he starts considering whether he could win in a fight against the short, slim guy.
Who knows? It may come to that if he fucks this up and fails to convince you never to leave his trailer—especially not for Jimmy Royston.
“Sorry, you wanna have your first time with your eleventh grade chem partner? Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Eddie wails, a crazed, bemused look in his eyes as he leans forward over the table that separates you two.
You groan loudly, rolling your eyes so hard your head lolls back. “Oh, what now? You don’t want it to be a stranger, I said it’s not gonna be. Now you don’t want it to be someone I know? Seriously, Eddie, you’re grasping at straws here.”
“Someone you know? Jimmy is someone you know?” he scoffs, his brows lift so high they disappear into the messy curls of his bangs.
When you don’t say anything else, only pursing your lips and avoiding his fiery gaze, he nods fervently, his frizzy locks swaying softly with the movement.
“Yeah, well, of course. You guys go way back,” he mocks. “You know what, while you’re at it, why don’t you call up Chris Trilcek? You were paired up for that final presentation in world history freshman year. Bet he’d be a hoot-and-a-half in the sack, and I’m sure he’s free!”
“Oh, do you think I should?” you ask, staring off to the side of his frazzled face like you’re actually considering his teasing suggestion. “I mean it’d be nice to have options in case Jimmy isn’t up for it…”
Before Eddie has a chance to figure out if you’re being deliberately obtuse again, you’re up, leaving him to stare at the empty space across the table as you rifle through the junk-drawer in his kitchen.
Inside the deep drawer, stray batteries and an impressive rubber band ball roll about as you dig through a shocking amount of take-out menus. Once you find what you’re looking for, you make your way back to Eddie, plopping onto your chair, letting the item drop from your hands and onto the table with a loud thump.
Quickly, you split the phone book open, flipping through the flimsy pages to get to the ‘R’ section.
“What the f—”
Eddie shakes his head wildly, slamming his hand down on the binding of the book before he drags it to him and away from you—away from your deft, searching fingers.
“Hey!”
You reach across the table to pull the White Pages back, but before you can get your hands on it, he shoves the book off the surface like an attention-seeking cat. It goes flying, falling to the floor of the trailer with a loud, hollow thud.
“Hey! I need that, asshole!” you yell, vexation turning your tone shrill.
You stare into his eyes for a moment, annoyance cooking your insides like a stew as you’re met with utter indifference and what looks to be a hint of smugness. You’re going to kill him.
Stuck in another stand-off, neither of you move until you make the mistake of glancing at the ground, noting the landing spot of the heavy book, splayed out—frail pages folding under the weight of itself in haphazard creases. Eddie follows your gaze and that’s all it took to give away your next move.
In a flash, you turn, bending down, and reaching to the floor. Eddie matches your hasty movements as you both tumble out of your seats, trying to beat the other to the book. The very tips of your fingers brush the laminated cover when he lurches forward, pushing the book out of your grasp once more.
“Ugh!” you shriek as you scramble toward it, at an advantage because, though he got it away from you in that split-second, he still pushed it to your side of the room—further away from him. You feel a brush of wind against your bare skin as he swipes at your ankle, trying to catch the limb to drag you back to him, but you’re too quick. You get a hold of the book and stand up, rushing over to the yellow landline by the door.
“Fuck!” he shouts, clambering after you. The noises of you vigorously flipping through the pages and the click of the phone coming off the hook only seem to add to his panicked fervor.
Eddie comes to an abrupt stop behind you, his body nudging you closer to the wall with his nearly-uncontrolled speed. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, his chest warms your back as he breathes heavy.
Right as you’re about to start typing in the number you found for the Roystons, the phone lodged between your ear and shoulder disappears—yanked free, and slammed back onto the hook by a large, ringed hand.
Another annoyed groan tears from your throat as you feel his body loom ever-closer behind you. Hunching your shoulders, you turn away from his right hand—the one that guards the phone—to protect your precious White Pages. But it doesn’t work—
His left hand—the one you hadn’t noticed was resting on your hip—ambushes you from the other side.
Quickly, Eddie firmly presses the pads of his spread fingers onto the thin page you were reading from, and balls his hand into a tight fist, effectively ripping the delicate paper from the book, trapping it beneath his iron grip. In a fit of rage, you whirl around, leveling him with a sharp glare.
He backs away from you, fist still closed around the paper, shielding it from your inevitable reach. Slamming the book onto the side table beneath the phone, you march toward him.
“Eddie, what the fuck?” you yell, matching his retreating steps with your confident stride. When he runs out of space, you corner him against the far wall and the couch, zeroing in on his fist.
Eddie lifts his hand high above his head, fully aware of how silly this game of life-or-death keep-away is. But he’ll be damned if you get that fucking phone number.
As you reach for the crumpled paper, he uses his body to block you—leaning back when you lean forward, stretching and giving you more of his body to reach over. You grunt and mutter obscenities at him, balancing on your tip-toes, but nothing helps. You can’t reach it. He’s never been more overjoyed at his lanky stature than in this moment—
Giggles freely escape his grinning mouth while he watches laser-sharp focus and irritation mar your face as you shove him, trying to get him to break and finally give you the page. He’d never admit it to you because you’d probably junk-punch him—especially right now—but he’s loving the way you’re all over him.
Your touch is everywhere as you reach and pry for the bane of his existence. Not to mention you smell amazing. He has to stop himself from curling into your roving hands, but he must remain sturdy. For both of your sakes.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t think you’re tall enough to ride this ride,” he goads, utterly drunk on you.
You let out the loudest groan he’s ever heard from you, leading him to snicker some more. But he soon regrets his overconfident teasing when you give up on aiming directly for his hand and instead start pawing at his arm.
A sharp chop to the inside of his elbow sends shockwaves of dull pain through his nervous system as you use your full body weight to pull down on his raised arm, now partially crumpled from your assault to his joint.
In a moment of desperation—your body hanging from his flexing bicep, slowly but surely bringing it to your level—Eddie shoves the ball of paper into his mouth and releases the tension in his arm, dropping it to his side. The sudden slack causes you to nearly fall over, but before you do, he wraps his arms around your waist, catching you.
Your irate features melt into a look of disgust as you squirm out of his arms.
“Ew! Egh! That’s so gross, Eddie!”
“Mmm, phone book,” he taunts through a mouthful of White Pages.
“You know, that was your phone book, right? You just lost yourself a whole two pages of R’s,” you say, raising a brow.
“Don’t care.”
His petulance is muffled by the crumpled paper in his mouth, and he can’t help but cringe at the taste. Paper. It just tastes like paper. But old.
Suddenly, he sidesteps your body and crosses the room, heading back to the kitchen to throw the page away. He can feel the thin material softening from his saliva and it’s making him want to scrub his mouth out.
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see you watching him as he spits the wet slop into the garbage, sees the way you carefully step toward the phone again.
“Ugh, you’re a child.”
He pauses from scrubbing a towel over his tongue—attempting to clean any remaining pieces of paper from his mouth. “And you’re a brat.”
You huff at his declaration. “Am not!”
“Are too!” he rebuts, dropping the towel and coming out from around the counter.
“I’m just trying to tell you you’re gonna regret it! I’m on board with the ‘virginity is a concept’ train—hell, I’m the conductor! My point is, sure, it’s a concept, but it’s a concept with feelings attached to it. And feelings get all confusing and…feelings-y,” he rushes out, frustrated at how he can never find the right words when you’re around. “You might not believe it now, but if you go through with this, you’re gonna feel pretty shitty afterwards.”
He ends his spiel by crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the counter, staring at you. He’s said his piece.
You watch him for a moment, then—
“Great. Thank you for the wisdom, Gandalf. But how ‘bout you go share that with someone who cares? I’ve got a ‘T’ name to call.”
You turn around, pick up the phonebook once more, and flip through a few chunks of pages to get to the right section.
Eddie lets out a loud, defeated sigh as he lets his arms drop to his sides. “You’re really not gonna give this up?”
Scoffing, you shoot him a glare from across the room before looking back down at the list of names. “Exactly which part of ‘I’m gonna lose my virginity tonight’ did you not understand?”
He sucks his teeth as he watches your finger find Chris’s last name, your hand already reaching for the phone.
Fuck it—
“Fine. If you really wanna lose it to someone, and you don’t care who, then lose it to me,” he shrugs, crossing his arms again.
He glances away from your now-still figure, your shoulders so high, they’re nearly up to your ears.
Forcing a level of indifference he’s never quite been capable of—especially not when it comes to you—he stares downward, as if the well-worn carpet beneath his feet could ever be more interesting than the woman whose second home is his subconscious.
You’re pretty sure you can hear the fibers unfurling beneath his shifting feet. Or maybe it’s your feet. Maybe it’s your heartbeat in your ears, not his. Everything is a little confusing and you can’t seem to look away from the wall. It feels like a safe place to rest your unseeing eyes.
Your arm aches and you retract it from where you were reaching for the phone—you hadn’t made it, you were half-way there when he said it.
Carefully, you turn your head to him, trying to figure out if this is some shitty joke he’s spouting just to piss you off or if he has well and truly lost it. But his face is devoid of any humor and he looks as sane as he ever did—which was never a lot, but no different to now.
More than anything, he looks almost vulnerable as he avoids your shocked gaze.
“What? Eddie—” you start, already exasperated because you’ve decided that, even though he appears to be completely serious, he must be joking, “if this is another way for you to try and–”
“It’s not.” He shrugs his shoulders again, finally meeting your eyes while shoving his hands into the back pockets of his ripped jeans. “You win. I capitulate to her majesty.”
You raise a brow at the medieval lilt and his waving bow to you, but before you get to reprimand him for the joke, he continues—
“If you’re gonna go have sex with someone you feel nothing for, then why not feel nothing for me?”
You almost want to laugh at his “foolproof” logic, but the familiar pain in your chest is accompanied by something else. Something almost warm. Like rays of sun fighting through cumulonimbus clouds.
Damp dirt, new leaves, and fertilizer.
He’s offering something you only ever dreamed of like it never crossed your mind.
Like it would mean nothing.
An agreement. A one-time deal. No strings attached; an easy fix to your problem.
But what if you want strings?
Does he want strings?
Strings do get messy when left untied. All the criss-cross feelings and knotted touches.
But it’s him—
“Eds—”
Like he’s been burned by your solemn tone, Eddie cuts you off in a hurry. “At least it’d be with someone you know. Like really know…. Someone who cares about you—about your experience.”
The fragility in his eyes makes you want to console him. To tell him you believe every word. That you’re sure he would be good to you.
Because he looks like him—
The soft, sweet man you saw all those years ago. The one you prayed to at night like a deity, asking for a few more seconds of his hand on your lower back, or more moments of just you and him. More laughter, more affection, more time. More, more, more.
All the little things that molded you into a reverent devotee in the first place.
Asking for every small thing to bolster your faith.
And now, he’s finally offering something much larger.
Reaching for you with a divine gift.
How could you possibly say no?
Criss-cross feelings, you remind yourself.
Strings to tie your heart down, could be useful—
Fuck it.
Slowly, you set the phone book down and make your way over to his spot against the kitchen counter. Stopping right in front of him, you look up with hesitant curiosity.
You’ve never really been this close to him. Not with this much on the table.
Mindlessly—shamelessly—you glance at his lips before succumbing to the cloudy glint in his eyes, the darkness that falls like a veil over his once-lively irises.
There’s something there, you find.
Something else that swirls deep in the molten shade of brown.
Something you want to know more about.
Your hands hang uselessly below you, resting against your body as you nervously fiddle with your fingers. The pointed tip of your tongue glides along the soft skin of your lips, leaving your mouth parted—like a siren call to his.
You couldn’t be any closer to him. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you feel the soft puffs of air from his wanton mouth. But you won’t move anymore.
You leave yourself for him. He can have you if he wants.
A sacrifice.
Eddie’s eyes rove over your face, looking down at the way you’re almost reaching for him, but it’s as if you won’t allow the touch. Won’t allow the crossing of some imaginary barrier you’ve built.
Steadily, he lifts his hands—crosses the line—trailing his fingers up your neck like a ghost of a touch, until he settles his gentle grip on either side of your head. Stealing a moment from Time itself—just a second, a blip, like he’s plucking a ripe berry to savor in the thousand milliseconds he’s stolen—he smooths his thumbs over your temples, granting himself the selfish gift of feeling you.
His eyes consume all, admiring the dainty flutter of your mascara-blackened lashes, the softness of your skin—he marvels at the feeling.
Simmering from the heat of your body, he tries to memorize all your prettiest features, seen through an advantage he’s never had before. To be this close. To never be again.
He’s going to make it worth his while. He has to.
A lowly victim to your gravitational pull, he finds himself leaning toward you, like light toward a collapsing star. And there’s no escaping you, not when you so easily warp the fabric of his being with frightening ease.
Loud in his straining ears, he hears the slight hitch in your breath when he nearly brushes his lips with yours, but he loses himself before he can truly feel you. Instead, he plants a cowardly, chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth.
Simply not enough, but more than he could have ever dreamed of getting. Another bittersweet paradox.
“D’you want this?”
He’s so quiet, but he can feel the way you shudder against him. The way you feel him, his words mumbled devoutly into your skin.
“I wanna lose my virginity,” you whisper confidently, like it’s the only thing you're absolutely certain of.
Eddie tries to fight the way his face falls, but he can’t seem to manage it when your words serve as a reminder of how little this all matters to you. Or, at least, how little you care who you lose it to.
But, ever-observant, you notice, and he catches the worry as soon as it draws your brows together.
“T-To you…” you amend. “Can I?”
The frail uncertainty in your voice feeds the fire deep in Eddie’s gut, like bone-dry wood being thrown into the hearth on a years-long winter night.
The flames, once dim and hopeless, time-weathered and starving, roar back to life.
Subtly, he nods, relishing the way you relax. Bound to your request, he allows his palms to glide down your form, taking his time to explore the new terrain until he grabs ahold of your soft hands.
Side stepping your body, he gently pulls you to his room. His backwards strides are confident—a sign of comfortability in the home he’d call yours, just the same as he’d call it his. After all, these walls have seen nearly every iteration of his care for you. From acquaintances to friends to—
Neither of you speak as he guides you around his frame—you, now in front of him, and him, leaning his weight against the bedroom door until it clicks shut.
Wayne is on a fishing trip for the weekend with some buddies from the plant, but he’s not particularly known for remembering to pack everything, and Eddie is keen on protecting your modesty and ensuring your comfort. Like you deserve. Like he knows he can—better than anyone.
He drops one hand from yours only to lock the door. Once he’s certain there will be no interruptions, he walks you back toward the bed until you’re standing right in front of it.
Dropping your other hand, he reaches up and gently smooths the hair near your temple again, addicted to the way your eyes flutter. His hands slide down your figure until he’s toying with the hem of your t-shirt—his t-shirt, the one you stole in tenth grade and never gave back.
His selfishness befriends the possessive fiend he fights back daily, because you’re moving through the world marked by him. And in this moment, Eddie wonders if you really could have let another man touch you in the shirt that whispers his name against your soft skin.
Heat thrums just below your surface, boiling and bubbling, nearly spilling over when you feel him tugging at your shirt, silently asking for permission. His hands wait patiently.
You don’t respond. Don’t know how to speak. Nerves rattle against your ribcage. Or maybe it’s your heart testing its prison, looking for a way out as it pounds and pounds and pounds—
“Can I take this off?”
His low mutter—almost a monosyllabic slur of sound—registers a second later in your hazy brain. You nod, forcing your lungs to expand, but nearly choke at the faint scent of his cologne.
It’s familiar. Piercing, clean, and rich—
You remember the day he got it. When he dragged you to the mall, forcing you to smell every option. He bought the one you liked the most. Even when he wasn’t too sure about it. You remember warning him about the price tag, about how he should pick one he really likes if he’s going to splurge on it. But he wouldn’t hear it—
“Words.”
A confused hum creeps up your throat as you greedily bask in his scent, feeling the world move in slow motion around you. His unending touch carves canyon-like ripples into the tissue of your mind.
When you manage to focus on his eyes, there’s a level of fondness in them that has you grabbing onto his wrist for support.
“Wanna hear your words, sweetheart. Y’gotta tell me what you want.”
Understanding washes over you like cool hose water on a hot summer day. Quickly, you open your mouth to ask him—no, beg him—to undress you, but before a single word can crawl out from between your parted lips, you feel his warm fingers dancing along the delicate skin of your waist, leaving a wave of goosebumps in their wake.
Your breath catches, and you shudder because he’s both hot and cold—
His attention warms you; his touch leaves you shivering from a chill that is so frigid it begins to manipulate your frayed nerves, tricking you into feeling the burn as if it were born from the bluest flame and not the calloused hands of your best friend—
“I— I, um…”
You shake your head as you try to remember what you were about to say before the words ran away from you and into his arms, stealing whatever desperate sentiment you meant to express. But no matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to figure it out, to fill in the blanks—like a cipher missing its key.
His thumbs are drawing little shapes into the soft skin beneath your shirt, aiding and abetting the thieving words. The unfamiliar affection makes your abdomen twitch and your core pulse with need.
Before you get the chance to draw up some semblance of sanity, Eddie leans into you, effectively shrinking your entire world to just him. He’s everything you feel, everything you smell, everything you see, everything you touch, everything you…want to taste.
You so desperately want to know what flavor his kisses are—
Bitter smoke from the habit he can never quite kick? Malt sweetness from the beer he loves to drink? Cool mint from the gum he always carries around?
Would you grow ravenous at the first hint of Marlboro Reds? Would you crumble under the eager pressure of his lager-soaked tongue? Would your mouth water at the lingering scent of menthol on his breath?
You’re trapped in his thrall the second he closes in on your space. His head tips to the side, running his lips along your warm cheeks, your jaw. You shiver at the soft brush of his mouth—an action you’re painfully aware is not meant to be shared among friends. No, this kind of touch is reserved for lovers only—
“What do you want, sweetheart? Want me to touch you? Want me to hold you?” he murmurs, heavy gaze locked on the way your lips part, and you quietly pant. Your head bobs toward his mouth, body leaning into his arms, drawn to the heat of him.
You hear the sharp intake of breath, feel his nose nuzzling your hair. Then, as if fighting for control, his hands flex, only to grab onto your hips and drag you tight against him, like he lost the battle. Or maybe he surrendered. The way he hangs over you, almost relieved at the closeness leads you to believe it’s the latter.
Emboldened by his body against yours—all growing hardness and twitching muscles—your hands paw at his abdomen, his waist, kneading and pulling him impossibly closer.
“What do you want, baby?”
You bite back a whimper at the new endearment.
Because that’s reserved for lovers too—
“I want…W-Wan’ you. I wanna be…be with you,” you mumble breathlessly, mindlessly.
In a huff of impatience, he pulls your top over your head. You hear the way he swallows back a groan and you wish he wouldn’t have.
With expert dexterity, he removes your bra, and this time, he doesn’t hold back. You practically bloom under his attention—his wide, hungry eyes, his almost pained rasp of humming appreciation.
His hands slide up the sides of your body, featherlight fingers following the length of your ribs, brushing inward as he traces the skin just below the curve of your breasts.
Your wandering hands fiddle with the hem of his shirt before slipping under the material, flexing and groping at his toned abdomen. You pull at his narrow waist, a wordless plea for him to touch you more.
But he seems uninterested in your needy silence and you remember his instructions—
“Eddie, please. Please, touch me. I need you…. Wanna feel you.”
“Whatever you want,” he agrees, nodding.
Electricity prickles and dances across your skin like invisible lightning as he finally slides his hands over your sensitive breasts. Gently kneading the weight, he smooths his thumbs over your pebbled nipples. You gasp at the sensation, the way it directly triggers the heat twisting and turning low in your core with a quickness you’re not accustomed to.
Leaning down, Eddie attacks your jaw and neck with greedy, open-mouthed kisses. His nose nudges you zealously, like he’s devouring your delicate flesh and still aching for more, so you tilt your head away, eager to provide.
You tug his shirt up his body, but quickly realize you’ll need him to break away from your neck to get the material over his head. You lightly push on his abdomen, and he begrudgingly stops his assault, understanding what you’re looking for.
With a level of speed you’ve never once seen him use, he peels his shirt off, balls it up, and blindly tosses it somewhere in the corner of the room.
Unabashedly, you ogle his body in a way you’ve never allowed yourself before. Your heavy-lidded gaze is first drawn to the pick hanging just below his collarbones, sitting perfectly against his pale skin. Then, your eyes drop, admiring the tattoos that litter the expanse of his chest.
You’ve only ever seen them a few times—mostly at the Hawkins pool on hot summer days, and once when you walked in on him changing. You remember how you couldn’t get the image out of your mind. The contrast, the searing visage of inky-black against milky-white, pressed into skin like a pretty decoration meant to be admired.
And like a set path guided by nothing but desire, your eyes track down, down, down his body—all heat and hardness. Your mouth waters when you catch sight of the tuft of coarse hair trailing from his navel to whatever lies beyond the waistband of his jeans.
Whatever lies—
But you already have an idea; you feel him pulsing against your stomach, you felt him twitch when you whimpered moments ago.
All heat and hardness.
Drawing you from your trance, Eddie’s deft fingers fiddle with the button on your jean shorts, making quick work of the fastenings and dragging the material down your legs. He drops to his knees, peering up at you with something in his eyes so…raw that it has you grabbing onto him, your balance escaping you.
With your hands on his strong shoulders, you watch with rapt attention as he removes your shoes and socks, then he gently cups one ankle, lifting it and helping you out of the leg of your shorts before doing the same to the other. His touch is so soft—so gentle—you think you might cry.
Barely anything has happened yet and he’s taking such good care of you. You shudder to think how this would have gone had you called up Jimmy or Chris.
Nobody could compare to Eddie.
Feeling weightless, heavy, high, and stone-cold sober all at once, you meet his eyes.
“You look…” he pauses, swallowing harshly, “you’re so beautiful.”
Your ears ring at the hidden sentiment between those three words. A million extra meanings you can’t catch, but you heard them like a whisper in the wind—real and slipping through your fingers the moment his hungry lips grace your skin once more.
Large hands squeeze the backs of your thighs, and you feel the tickling brush of his frizzy curls against your bare legs.
Wet, searing kisses travel upward, his hands slide in tandem with the needy affection. He holds you with a type of reverence you couldn’t have foreseen—as if you could have ever foreseen this. He moves along your body like you’re allowing him, not like he’s the one doing you a favor.
You sigh when you feel the heat of his breath over the place you need him most. He’s stopped at the apex of your thighs, panting like a desperate man, blocked by a flimsy slip of fabric that you’re certain he could shred to pieces with the way his eyes have darkened.
“C-Can I?” His strained voice breaks through the music in the room, disrupting the melody of syncopating gasps and pants.
It feels like the world is moving as you stay perfectly still, staring down at him, his arms wrapped around your legs, fingers greedily curling in the waistband of your panties. You find yourself thankful for his steady, obedient grip.
Underneath his wanton gaze, you feel the weight of roles reversed. It’s like it’s his first time, the way he’s looking up at you like your permission will fix him. Your touch will mend something broken.
With wide eyes and parted lips, you nod. “Y-Yes. Please, Eddie.”
A sound torn from deep within his chest rumbles out, reverberating around the room, bouncing off of every wall and hitting you like a spell. Low, where his breaths warm you, a fiery enchantment unfurls in volant tendrils like ink in water.
Suddenly, Eddie drags the thin material down from around your hips, another appreciative groan rips from his throat as he watches the gusset of your panties fall last, stuck to your wet folds. A delicate string of arousal clings to the fabric, unable to part from it.
You watch his efforts slow, his lids grow heavy like he can’t control the need. Then, he presses his face between your thighs, the very faint graze of his tongue leaves you trembling.
With one targeted swipe, Eddie’s tongue snaps the silky string, catching what he can with overwhelming zeal.
“Want more,” he mumbles into your heat. “Sweets…”
“Yes,” you interrupt, already drowning in desperation. “Need you—”
He growls and pulls your panties the rest of the way down your legs before his large hand lifts one of your thighs to sit on his shoulder, allowing him easier access to your soaked core. He hums brokenly—a lewd sound of appreciation.
The second he drags the flat of his tongue through your dripping folds, your gasps devolve into messy moans, but the sound only seems to encourage him more. With foreign ferocity, he devours you.
“Oh, god, Eddie,” you mewl, hips twitching against his face, hands threading through his fluffy hair for balance.
Vibrations from his responding groan move through you, tearing you apart until you’re nothing but wanton shreds. Your knees almost buckle beneath you, but he presses into you. Harder. More persistent. The force sends you falling backward onto the bed, your hands hurry to break your soft descent.
Your hips hang off the edge of the mattress—one foot still planted on the ground, the other dangling over Eddie’s right shoulder. His hands grope and knead the fat of your thighs as his tongue eagerly laps up your arousal like a man starved. Your arms give out from under you, sending your back barreling down to the untucked sheets on his mattress.
You’re panting and burning up; the heat of his breath meets the warmth of your folds, creating a smoldering furnace where his mouth dances over you. It’s an unfamiliar sensation, and one you think no other man could ever replicate.
Your hips react ardently to every twist and flick of his tongue, the talented muscle toying with you until you’re shaking and whining and bucking against his mouth for more.
The moment you feel the tip of his tongue draw tight circles around your swollen clit, your head flies back in ecstasy. Your hands wander the space around you for something to grab, first, trailing over your breasts with a teasing squeeze before reaching for the sheets beside you. But it’s not enough. The material is so thin, you can’t get the grip you need.
Like he can sense the desperate energy rolling off of you in tidal waves—like he knows the feeling—Eddie grabs your hands, momentarily sacrificing his fragile skin to your clawing, pressing, sinking, crushing—
Your thoughts are plucked from somewhere high in the ether and placed back into your head the moment you feel his dragging touch, then, softness. Peering down the winding, curving terrain of your body, you meet his dark eyes, see the way he’s moved your restless hands into his hair.
The whine falling past your lips is drowned out by his aching growl deep within your wet folds. He tightens his grip around your hands before letting go, encouraging you to hold onto him—to use him.
And you do.
You tug him closer, grinding your core against his mouth until you arch at the dull pressure of his tongue breaching your entrance, pressing into you powerfully, exploring untouched territory you wish could be marred by his ministrations. Like a token to memorialize this moment in time. Something that says you’re his—
Quickly, your hips start to lose their rhythm against his face, recklessly twitching and squirming with every break he takes from fucking you to flicking your clit with searing precision.
“Eddie, Eddie, I’m gonna— Please, Eds, I—”
Not even bothering to pull away, he moans his pleas right into your pussy. “Give it to me, baby. Mmmph, give it to me, sweets. Taste so fuckin’ good—”
The tone he’s using, the way he pauses after every other word to slurp and lap at your quivering folds, almost makes it feel like he’s not even talking to you. Or maybe not just you. But it’s like he’s speaking directly to your weeping cunt, pleading for more—more arousal to devour, more fluttering pulses to tickle his tongue.
Your brows contort in pleasure as tears prick at your waterline—almost there, almost there.
Suddenly, you miss the pressure of his mouth for a split-second while you hear a sucking sound, then your chest wracks with desperate sobs as you feel him slip a single finger inside you.
“Oh, god! Oh, fuck!”
His other hand holds your hips down, blunt nails sinking deeper into the surface of your skin as electricity speeds along a high-strung coil—crackling and tight—just below his large palm. But the coil soon snaps when he starts to drag his long, thick finger against your velvety walls, thrusting in and out—gentle yet firm in his actions.
“Eddie, Eddie, oh, fuck!”
Unmade and raw, all you can do is babble incoherent whines and pleas as he teases you even past your orgasm, his tongue working your clit until it throbs to the beat of your racing heart.
When your legs start shaking from overstimulation, you finally gather enough strength to push on his head—appealing for mercy.
Like he’s not ready to part from you just yet, Eddie doesn’t yield to your push, though he does begrudgingly grant you reprieve. But he stays between your legs, and for a moment, you wonder if he’s not just breathing deeply to catch his breath. The way he inches infinitesimally closer, the way he won’t let your thighs close—it’s like he’s reveling in your heady scent—
“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you cum. Squeezin’ my finger so hard. God, this was just one, baby,” he boasts, utter glee defiling his already dirty words.
You whimper. One finger, and you felt so full.
In response, he garnishes your twitching pelvis with wet, sloppy kisses, like he’s searing a promise into your skin—
His hands do their best to hold your hips down, allowing him to take a tour of the tops of your thighs, the divot where your folds meet your legs, your mound—soaked and slobbered on by his overzealous mouth.
Peering down your body, open-mouthed and desperate, you nearly mewl at the way his eyes are glazed over. He looks drunk on the taste of you. Completely and utterly wasted. What’s more, his face is covered in you.
All the way up to his nose, his skin shimmers in the light, glistening with your juices. But he doesn’t seem ashamed of the indecent display. Instead, he seems proud. Proud to wear you on him—like a badge of honor.
“Eddie, please. I want more,” you whine, breathless from the come-down.
“Pretty girl,” he purrs, nuzzling your thigh, “so desperate. Am I turning you to the dark side already?”
You shudder at his smug grin, but you can’t find it in yourself to care about his overly-inflated ego. Your mind is mush, and all you can think is his name prefaced by the dangerous word “my.”
“Please,” you mewl.
His grin widens, and you note the hunger no longer hidden in the dark brown of his irises. Because he’s not aiming for decency anymore. Not in the way he’s eyeing you like you’re a meal and he’s famished, and not in the way his words are rife with untapped desire.
“Alright, pretty.” He pats your thigh before backing away from you. “Up on the bed.”
It’s a soft order. A gentle command as he grabs your forearms and helps you scoot your hips all the way onto the mattress before letting go, allowing you to shuffle to the top of the bed.
Once your head hits the pillow, he watches you settle into place, shoving the untucked sheets out from beneath you and off to the side. Without taking his eyes off of your movements, he works to remove his jeans, shoving them down his legs, along with his boxers.
Now that your moans have ceased, the room is so quiet, he can hear your sharp intake of breath when his hard cock bobs free from its constraints. He bites his lip at the subtle shock shifting across your face. It’s flattering, but more than anything, he’s leaking at the thought of fitting inside you.
“That’s— You’re—”
Every one of your sentences seems to die on the first word, and he watches your thighs clench as your focus stays on his thick length.
Heat warms Eddie’s cheeks as he tries to stop the smile from overtaking his face. He shouldn’t be like this—he should be calm, cool, and collected, but clearly exceeding your expectations has him feeling a myriad of things. Giddy, confident, smug…eager.
Mindlessly, he wipes a hand down the lower half of his face, gathering your slick arousal on his palm, then collects the precum pouring from his ruddy tip, and spreads the combination of juices over the expanse of his thick cock. He grants himself a firm, teasing squeeze as he steps toward you, but quickly detours to the bedside table to rifle through the top drawer.
“I’ll make sure it feels good, don’t worry. You’re gonna help me with that,” he says lowly, then stills his searching hands as he looks to you for a nod of agreement. When you give it to him, he smiles fondly. “Good girl.”
A quiet huff of amusement escapes him when he hears your strained whimper—the way you so obviously try to keep yourself quiet, but can’t help it.
He’s starting to catch onto what you like. How you like to be spoken to. And your responses are addicting. The clench of your thighs, the pulse of your walls. The need that crawls up your throat like it’s fighting its way out of you.
He desperately wants to know what else his words can elicit. Or maybe even try something more than his words—
His body warms as he wonders what you’ll sound like when you’re wrapped around him. His mind conjures its best guess at the noises you’ll make when his thrusts knock the air out of you, like sweet rasping melodies meant to torture him.
He wants to know just how shrill your cries will get when you’re nearly there, searching for just a little bit more.
But most of all he wants to hear the sweet words that will slip past your loose lips, your mind too cockdrunk to stop the affection you’ll share. The secrets you’ll spill. God, he’s aching to hear you.
If he could, he’d lock you in his room and run experiments on you for a week straight—just to find out what makes you tick. He’d take you apart piece-by-pretty-piece, just to put you back together again. He’d hold you tight and play with you passionately, like you were his favorite toy.
His.
Drawn from his thoughts by your shifting body, his attention diverts to the box of condoms he manages to find deep in his bedside drawer. He tears at the paperboard and pulls one out, showing you the foil packet before ripping it open—
“Safe sex,” he declares, sliding the oily-feeling latex out of the wrapper.
His wry smile widens to a goofy grin when you giggle at his words, easing the tension.
“Stupid,” you mutter, knocking your shin against the side of his thigh as he hovers near the head of the bed, putting the condom on.
Once he’s done, he crumples the wrapper in his hand, glancing over at you before throwing it on the cluttered surface of the nightstand. “You sure you wanna do this?”
You roll your eyes, smirking. “Yes, Eddie. You already ate me out.”
That leaves him frowning—
“Sweetheart, just because we did that doesn’t mean you have to continue. We can be done. Nothing more needs to happen if you don’t want it to.”
You remain silent, only staring up at him with so much…something…in your gaze, it makes him want to fold in on himself like the discarded foil. And he thought the ease with which you crossed his wires was bad—
“I know,” you mutter softly. “But I want to. With you. Will you…. Will you take care of me?”
Eddie’s breath hitches, and there’s a stinging feeling behind his eyes—one he knows all too well.
You sound so small, so nervous. As if he could ever deny you something that was meant to be yours. His care. His devotion.
“‘Course I will.”
He nods one too many times, entranced by the way you seem so delicate under his watchful eyes.
Delicate because you’re asking him to take care. In the way he’ll touch you. The way he’ll guide you. The way he’ll—
Slowly, he steps closer. You scoot to the side, making room for him to knee his way onto the bed.
His hands brush your ankles, featherlight affection smoothing up your legs, stopping at your knees. With the utmost reverence, he gently parts them, settling between your thighs.
“You look so pretty like this. I mean…you look— Well, you look…pretty all the time,” he nervously amends, eyes flitting over your face, but never any lower.
He wants you to know he means you. You’re pretty. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Not because you have a gorgeous body, but because you are gorgeous.
You shift beneath him, avoiding his gaze and, instead, focusing on pulling him to you. Softly. Needily.
He follows your guidance, leaning over you until his hands land beside your head. And just like before, he’s memorizing the moment. Every twitch of your brows, every flutter of your lashes, every quiet breath from your pleasure-bitten lips.
Below, you glance to the side, find his wrists, and wrap your hands around each one, as if grounding yourself in his touch. Only then—when his pulse beats wildly against your fingers—do you meet his eyes.
Wandering palms—soft and unfamiliar in their affection—travel the length of his arms, pausing over black ink, then continuing up until they reach his biceps. He shivers as you hum, squeezing the corded muscles that lay twitching restlessly beneath heated flesh.
“You’re pretty, too,” you murmur, sliding your palms back down and rubbing at his wrists.
Eddie chuckles, then swallows. “No, I’m not.”
The subtle twitch of your brows, the split-second peek at the budding frown that says you disagree has him beating you to your rebuttal—
“Not like you.”
His heart leaps in his chest as your hands suddenly drag his face to yours, like you’re about to kiss him with overwhelming need. But you don’t complete the motion.
And neither does he.
Because he’s not sure he can come back from all of this if he kisses you.
If you allow him to have you in that way—
He’s not sure he’s strong enough. Not enough to feel you like that, to close his eyes and claim your lips like they belong to him, and then go about his life like he never felt it. The beat of your heart against his, pounding in nerves and want. The truthful desire dancing from your mouth to his.
He couldn’t go back to living a lie. To live like he doesn’t think about you every single day. Like he doesn’t wonder what you’re doing when you’re not with him. Like he doesn’t do the most mundane shit and spends the whole time thinking about how much better it would be to do it with you.
So he doesn’t kiss you. He can’t. Not when you’re not his to keep.
Instead, he leaves a delicate, chaste brush of an almost-kiss to the corner of your mouth. Again.
Another cop-out from a coward.
You struggle to contain your disappointment, resigning yourself to the fantasy in your head. The imagined taste of his tongue tangling with yours. And with wanton hands, you reach for his hips, subtly pulling him closer.
“Need you,” you mutter, hearing the hitch of his breath as you whisper the plea against his mouth.
“Fuck— Okay.”
You watch as he reaches for his length. Taking a strong grip, he guides the thick tip along your slick folds, gathering your wetness.
The raw combination of moan and a sigh leaves your lips—an accidental slip portraying just how much you’re aching for him.
“It’s gonna feel a little weird, like…pressure. Okay? But you gotta let me know if it hurts, sweets, you hear me?”
Your fluttering eyes, panting mouth, and rolling hips aren’t enough of a response, apparently, because his voice grows firm.
“Hey, pretty girl, you with me?”
“Mhm,” you whine, nodding your head.
“What did I tell you?” he asks, smoothing a thumb down your temple before tapping three times.
“Um, you— you said, um, if it hurts, I'll tell you.”
“Good girl.”
His muttered praise leaves you mewling, inching your hips closer to him, looking for more—yearning for it.
Your mind devolves into pure static as he presses his thick tip into you slowly. Through bleary eyes, you see his teeth sinking deep into his lower lip, like he’s fighting to maintain his composure. For a moment, you wonder what it must look like from his point of view—the way your folds open up to him, welcoming the intrusion, ready to wrap around him in a vice grip.
“Oh, god. Mmm.”
Your features crumble at the sensation of dull pressure—exactly what he warned you about. It doesn’t hurt, it just leaves you wanting more, like you’ll find reprieve once he’s fully inside you.
“How you doin’, baby? Need a break?” he rasps, kneading your thigh gently.
“Need more.”
“Fuck, y’want more? Wanna feel more o’ me?”
You whimper and nod, your heart racing as his slurred words drag you down into the flaming pit of desire.
Your mouth parts in a silent gasp when you feel him press deeper inside of you, his stiff length sliding past your walls. Your ribs contract and expand in raucous breaths the moment you see just how much of him is left. He’s just barely got the tip in—
As your gaze creeps up his body, you realize Eddie hasn’t looked down once, not to where you’re connected. You wonder if it’s self-preservation or if maybe it’s part of his care for you. The way he watches your face intently, like he’s monitoring every slight change in expression leads you to believe it’s the latter. Probably both, really.
But you’re thankful he’s looking, because he immediately notices when the pinch in your brows shifts from pleasure to a wince of discomfort.
His hand is on your face in a second, smoothing the crease between your brows and petting your hair soothingly.
“Baby, you okay? Is it too much? You feelin’ pain?”
You shake your head stubbornly, sucking in a deep breath, leaving your mouth open and panting as your gaze stays glued to the sight of him inside of you. You notice it’s not just the tip, he also gets impossibly thicker through the middle of his length, and you’re sure that’s what you’re feeling now—
“Hey, look at me.” His thumb catches your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his. “I can make you feel good, but I need you to help me out. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
Something flashes in the molten color of his irises and he leans down, brushing his lips against your cheek. You practically preen as he grants you a sweet kiss, and part of you—the rotted, selfish part—wonders if feigning pain would allow you to finally taste him properly, all smoky mint and dancing tongues—
“Let me make you feel good, baby,” he implores.
“‘S just a pinch, ‘s just— It’s fine,” you placate, rubbing your hands gingerly down his sides.
“Alright, we’re gonna wait here, and you tell me when I can move, or if you wanna stop. But in the meantime, try to relax all your muscles. Sometimes we get all tense, even when we don’t mean to.”
You nod hesitantly, taking a few more deep breaths, making a conscious effort to drop your shoulders and let your muscles rest. After a full minute of breathing, resting, and leaning into his soft palm on your warm cheek, you nod again.
“Okay, you…you can move now.”
But he doesn’t. Not yet. As if trying to discern the truth, Eddie just studies you for a moment. Then he moves, inching further into you.
When your jaw goes slack at the feeling of fullness, you hear a rumble of sound, like a groan that’s been cut off too early, and you have half a mind to ask him if he needs a break. But before you get the chance, your words catch in your throat as he rests lower on you.
“Pretty girl,” he coos, his hot breath tickling your ear, leaving your cunt pulsing with need.
Then a hiss—the kind that sounds like it’s bordering on pain, but is only one degree away from pleasure—escapes his lips, and you realize just how tightly you were squeezing him.
Then, suddenly, he bottoms out, the firm, jolting movement forcing all air from your lungs.
“Oh, good girl,” he huffs out, voice strained. “You’re doin’ so good for me, taking me so well. How’s it feel, sweets? Think you like it? Wan’ more?”
Struggling to turn pitiful mewls into actual words, you nod your head fervently, reaching down to press your palms against his hips. “Mmm, wan’ more. Please, Eddie.”
For the first time, he glances down, and you hear him choke at the sight. Electricity prickles across your delicate skin, and the sting of your teeth sinking into your lip does nothing to disrupt your giddy hum as you try to push him away.
In the dark shade of his eyes, you can tell he recognizes your movement as a very desperate, unsuccessful attempt at getting him to pull out—to chamber a thrust. And he seems utterly amused—
“Oh, baby, did you want something? You wanna do the work? Help me out like a good girl?”
Something deeply raw and needy peels from your throat in response, and you silently rejoice when he pulls back, aiding your efforts. Unfortunately, it’s only a couple inches because—to your burgeoning frustration—he’s following your guidance, and your arms don’t reach nearly as far as you need.
But you’ll take anything right now; desperation is cooking your nerves and boiling your insides.
So you sink your nails into his hips and pull him back to you with a sudden yank.
Your mouth drops open at his shallow thrust, unintelligible noises of debauched need tumble past your parted lips.
Clawing at his soft skin, you struggle to set up another thrust. “Please, please— I need more.”
“More? But you’re doin’ so well all by yourself,” he condescends, eyes twinkling with hunger as he lets you push and pull him. “Look at you go, pretty girl. Makin’ yourself feel so good. What an independent little woman.”
His teasing shakes you to your core because it’s so him. It’s your best friend, just in a new scenario with unfettered access to your body and pleasure. God, you’ve allowed him too much power—
“Eddie! Please! I’m— I need it. I need you…”
Amusement washes from his face and you pout as he pauses, as if admiring a view. Then he ducks down.
“Whatever the princess wishes,” he murmurs lowly, lips brushing against the heated skin of your cheek, syrupy sweet affection dripping from every word. Gently, he pulls out, nearly all the way.
The mewl that was halfway out of your mouth catches like a lock clicking into place. A loud, desperate cry comes out in its stead—a reckless, candid response to the deep gut-punching thrusts barreling into you. They’re not hard, not rough, but firm. Controlled. Resolute.
Like he wants you to feel it. Feel him.
You chase your breath in his rutting hips, surrendering to the affection he’s searing into you with every pass of his stiff length against your pulsing walls.
Red streaks paint his milky-white skin, blooming beneath your hurried hands like a casualty of your desire. Curses, groans, and harsh gasps fall from his slackened jaw. Heat bubbles deep in your core, rivaling the warmth of the salacious words he whispers into your flesh.
“Shit, you feel so good, sweets— Oh, god, wan’ you to be— Fuck!”
Tears flood your waterline as you stare at the ceiling, features permanently fixed in shattered pleasure. Your mind struggles to hold onto the hitch in his breath, the unfinished sentence you’re dying to hear. But the sensations are overwhelming. Every nerve in your body is sparking—all livewires itching to explode.
All you can say is his name, all you can feel is him, and yet, it’s still not enough—
“Eddie, n-need m-more, ple—aseee!”
“Ah, fuck, baby, I know. I got you—”
Eddie glides his tongue over the pad of his thumb before reaching between your legs and circling your swollen clit.
And suddenly, it’s like lightning has struck the furnace deep in your core, shooting high voltage shocks up your body until you grow so hot you’re almost cold. A sensation of fullness takes over, like you’re mere seconds from bursting.
Delirious with passion, your hand flies down to stop his movements—to stop what you know is coming.
“H-Hold on, I— Eddie, I need to— I wanna feel you! Please, please, let me—”
Your needy sobs have him slowing down until he stills inside of you, chest heaving and damp with sweat.
“What— You can feel me. Aren’t you feelin’ me, sweets?” He reaches his hand up to the space just below your navel, pressing in only slightly.
You whine from the pressure, and your cunt flutters around him in rhythmic pulses like it’s trying to entice him back into movement.
And, God, you can feel him—
He’s burrowed his way deep inside you, but it’s still not enough—
“No— Yes, I— Oh, god, I c-can feel you. I just—” Your words melt into a whimper as you squeeze your eyes shut. The feeling of warm wetness slides down your cheek.
You’re vaguely aware of a dip in the bed on either side of your head, and as you blink away the blur, you realize Eddie has dropped to his elbows over you, caging you in.
His lips trace the track of the tear in reverse, starting first beneath your jaw, then up the expanse of your face. But his mouth doesn’t open—it’s not a trail of kisses. Just a soothing glide of soft pink, collecting salt water.
“What do you wanna feel?” he asks patiently, like he’s ready to bring your deepest desires to fruition.
When you don’t respond, he brushes his lips against the thin skin of your eyelids in short, delicate kisses.
“I’ll do anything for you, baby. Just tell me what you want—”
The raw truth of his statement rings in your ears along with a prayer in the shape of your name—reverent, impassioned, desperate. The tone has you questioning when the god became the devotee.
Your eyes flutter open as you peer up at him.
“Wanna feel you. All of you. I don’t want— I don’t want anything in between,” you whisper, your gaze flitting between his earnest attention and his glistening lips, wet with your tears.
Eddie’s mouth parts slightly, a look of quiet shock mixing with curious disbelief as he tilts his head, like he’s observing you for any lapse in conviction. But there’s none to be found. You’re certain you want this. So he gives a single nod, yielding to you.
Before he can even shift his weight, you’re already pushing at his hips again. He lets you move him until he slips out, then your eager hands reach for his hard cock, sheathed in thin latex.
The calm Eddie found since ceasing his thrusts starts to dissipate as he watches your movements with rapt attention.
Acutely aware of the expansion of his ribs on every breath in, the scent of sex and your perfume permeating his olfactory receptors has any semblance of control quickly leaving his body.
The sensation is like a loss of inhibitions. Like he’s gorged himself on you and now he’s utterly wasted. And he knows from personal experience, he doesn’t make the best decisions when inebriated—
The reminder that he’s here for you—that he’s supposed to be the one guiding you—is hard to hold onto when you’re expertly drawing him back into you, teasing yourself with the thick, ruddy tip of his cock, painting your folds with dribbling precum.
He shudders at your wrecked moan, your eyes smoked out with hunger and desire and nothing else as you leer at his flexing length.
“F-Fuck, sweetheart, are you sure about this?”
You only hum in response, deep in focus.
“Unh, unh, look at me.”
Eddie’s thumb catches just beneath your chin, drawing your attention to his hardened features. The moment your far-out gaze focuses on him, he struggles to ignore the way your pupils have almost eclipsed any trace of color in the iris.
But then your attention falters, your eyes slowly glide down to his mouth, your lips parting like a call to him—
He adjusts his grip, his thumb and fingers digging into your cheeks.
“No, up here, pretty girl.”
Tipping your chin up, he manually fixes your gaze to his.
“Are you sure you want this?”
As if words are too difficult to drum up, you whimper imploringly.
And all it takes is one warning tilt to his head and you’re righting yourself. Forcing the words to come—
“Yes! God, please. I need you…”
Satisfied, Eddie nods, taking a moment to revel in just how gone you are for him.
“Okay.”
Another pitiful whimper escapes your closed mouth as you push harder into his grip—wanting, asking.
Knowing exactly what you’re missing—a quick learner in the language of your desperation—a smirk curls at his lips. “Good girl—”
Then he sinks into you in one quick, deep thrust that carves a half-scream, half-gasp from your chest.
His shoulders drop at the feeling of your wet heat, your greedy walls, hugging every square inch of his cock, gripping onto him like a lifeline.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Shit, y’gotta stop squeezin’ me like that. You’re not gonna give me enough time to pull out,” he mutters, dragging his hips back and slamming into you, starting a brutal pace.
Tears flood your waterline once more as you cry out for him, your hands touching, groping, and grabbing every bit of muscle you can get ahold of.
Your knees drop open as your hands blindly reach for his hips, pulling him in for impossibly deeper strokes.
“I’m— E-Eddie, I—”
“I know, baby. I know,” he chants, holding on desperately to the last shred of his sanity.
Ducking lower onto you, he shifts his weight to reach between your thighs and circle your clit. With an open-mouthed pant, he watches as your eyes roll back, your loud moans drowning out the vulgar sound of skin slapping.
His gaze flits across your face, memorizing your pleasure-shocked features like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to see this particular crease in your brows, this heavy-lidded trance. Panic fills his bloodstream as he realizes it might very well be the last time—
And if it’s the last time, maybe he’s allowed to be selfish. One time. Just this once—
“Fuck it,” he breathes out, dipping down until his mouth capture yours, swallowing every last moan.
Your palms fly to the sides of his head, dragging him further onto you until the range of motion in his hand severely shrinks under his own rutting hips. You lick into his mouth like you’re trying to taste yourself. Overwhelmed with desire, he begins to lav his tongue into you the same way he devoured your cunt earlier.
Your responding mewls leave him trembling, and he worries over the tightening in his abdomen, the coiling heat deep in his gut. He starts to pull away, but he feels pressure at his hips. You’ve wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles, leaving him no way of escaping your hold. Fuck, you’re going to be the death of him—
“Baby, we can’t— I gotta— I need’ta pull out,” he slurs against your mouth.
“Please don’t,” you whine, spit-slick lips haphazardly forming around the pitiful plea.
Eddie feels his chest crack open with raw, tortuous longing. Hips faltering to a grinding rhythm, he lets his shoulders sag under the pressure of wanting—the weight of possession. All it would take to claim you, all it would take… is just to let go. To make you his.
He’s not strong enough—
“Please don’t,” you repeat, gliding your hands down his damp skin until you still at his lower back. With a foggy mind driven by the most basic desire to claim—or rather, be claimed—you muster all your strength and press your palms hard into his spine, dragging him to you.
Following a groan that sounds suspiciously like a surrendering cry, Eddie pulls his hips back just enough to shallowly thrust into you. They’re firm, breathtaking strokes that feel like he’s trying to permanently burrow beneath your flesh, and his mouth glides over yours in a messy, blind display of drunken need. It’s a thorough loss of all space and you revel in it.
Eddie’s thumb starts circling your clit with renewed vigor, sending spasms shooting down your legs so strong that your ankles unhook. Like two magnets repelling each other, they go flying to the bed, twitching and convulsing.
Deep in your core, you feel a magmatic pressure that just builds, and builds, and builds, until something snaps—
Arching into him, you cry out as your body goes weightless, and your mind floats into the ether once more.
His groans, his grunts, the smacking of skin on skin—every sound echoes as you move further away from your mind. Vaguely, you’re aware of his faltering thrusts, his hungry lips devouring. Your mouth might be moving in tandem with his, or maybe you’re babbling incoherently, it’s unclear—all your senses are fried.
All you’re certain of is the sinking of your body. Deeper than the mattress, deeper than the floor. Down, down, down—you’re dragged into the pit of sated desire while your soul soars high above you.
“Ah, s-shit, baby— I—”
By the time you find your way out of the depths—crawling back to him—you register the tail end of shivers wracking his entire being. His arms haven’t loosened around you and his softening cock is still twitching and flexing inside of you, goaded by every pulsing constriction of your warm walls.
Nosing into your cheek, Eddie pulls back for a second, just to get a look at you—to memorize.
What he sees is exactly what he expected—
Something he could never forget.
Something he could never be normal about.
In your eyes, in soft pants, in the flutter of lashes over mascara smudged skin—he sees you.
Just you.
A glutton for punishment, he licks his lips, savoring the taste of you before dipping down for more. One more.
Like he’ll never live long enough to see you walk out of his room—his sweat staining your skin, his spend safe inside you—he kisses you, slow and rottingly sweet. Swallowing every sigh, stealing every breath—he prays to you with selfishness in his heart.
“I felt something,” you mumble against his mouth, pressing your hands to his shoulders.
Ignoring the ache in his chest—the kind that blooms when space starts to grow between his body and yours, like a weed whose roots never truly die—he forces a laugh that crumbles to dust in his throat.
“Well, yeah…. God, I hope so,” he huffs, all strained amusement and bitter jokes.
A small smile pulls at your lips. “No, I mean.… I mean— You said, um, earlier, you said…”
While you struggle to find the words, his touch seems to act as a hindrance to your search. Your breath hitches and your eyes flutter as he smooths his thumb over your sweat-soaked hairline.
“You said if I was gonna sleep with— If I was gonna f-feel nothing with a stranger, then I should…feel nothing with you.”
Realization dawns on him, almost at the same time he decides this conversation shouldn’t take place with him inside of you—
“Maybe we should—”
“No!” You stop his movements, pressing your fingers into his hips before he can slip away. “Please, don’t! Don’t— Don’t go.”
Eddie watches your features soften from panic into an amalgamation of nerves and reserved urgency. The mess of emotions darkening your once-twinkling eyes are enough to stop his movements, but he still wishes every square inch of him could liquify and seep through the floor of the trailer until he reaches the earth. Maybe then he could be free of your dominance over his heart—
“Okay. Okay.” He nods, placating.
Shifting above you, his attention oscillates between your wide-eyed stare and the space on your neck he kissed like he owned it. Then, as if he suddenly forgot how to behave like a human, he sucks his teeth and fumbles to respond—
“What, uh, what did you feel?”
Your nails sink into him with a pinch, but by the way you seem lost in your own head, he doesn’t think you’re aware. Then—
“W-What— Um, did you…feel…anything?”
He stares for a moment, considering your evasion of the question, but then he looks to your neck once more.
A million thoughts zoom through his mind like advertisements on big city buses. He can’t discern all of them, but one has YOU written in what he’s certain is your handwriting. Another says everything in posh, looping cursive. A third one is void of any advertisements, and unfortunately, that’s the one that stops for him—
“I don’t think it matters,” he mutters, avoiding your frown. “It’s— I’m not the one who lost their virginity.”
You cock your head to the side, the kind of movement he knows means you’re not letting him slip by. “Yes, it does.”
Your tone bites at him, scrambling the illusion until he’s a clear picture of vulnerability, bare under your hardened gaze.
“I just mean, it matters more how you felt. If you— If I made you comfortable. Doesn’t matter how I felt,” he tries, wondering how likely it is that he could be struck by lightning indoors, on a sunny day—
Because you’re looking at him like he’s eighteen again. Like he’s stupid and boyish and easily breakable. But there’s something else in your eyes—
Something that makes him feel almost mendable.
“No, but it does matter how you felt. How you feel. It matters. I care how you feel. I wanna hear what you think,” you implore, holding onto his wrists beside your head. You press the pads of your fingers into his pulse and he worries you’ll feel it before he says it—
“But did you—”
“Yes, I felt good. Yes, you did a good job taking care of me. Yes, I felt safe. Now how did you feel?”
“I feel like— I don’t want you…to…” He closes his eyes, hanging his head. “I feel like I wish you were mine,” he says, letting a humorless chuckle float out of his mouth and electrocute the air with tension. “And I feel like calling up Jimmy and Chris just to curse them out for being the ones you thought of first.”
In the loll of his admission, something shifts in your features, and every molecule of air leaves his chest like you just rolled a grenade at his feet, unpinned and already three seconds deep into the fuse delay.
As if you have nothing better to say, you pluck the lowest hanging fruit—
“Well, technically you suggested Chris,” you half shrug.
Charged silence fills the room like rushing water until he blinks at you.
“Okay.” He begins to back away, ignoring your grasping hands.
Your face falls. “No, I’m sorry! I— That was a joke! ‘M sorry, it was stupid—”
“Okay,” he repeats flatly, peeling your fingers from his bicep. He pulls out of you smoothly, pretending not to hear the low whine deep in your throat—
“Eddie, no! Don’t— I love you!” you utter quickly, as if the words will act as a balm upon his burning skin—the skin that broils under your touch. And for a moment, he almost accepts it. He’s so selfish with you—
But when your eyes grow wide, like you hadn’t meant to let something so damning slip past your lips, he realizes the truth—
He was right.
He doesn’t leave you to explain yourself—doesn’t wait for you to quantify the secret.
“It’s okay,” he answers your worried gaze. “I told you, sex has weird feelings attached to it. Things get said in the heat of the moment, it’s all good.”
Hopefully, if he repeats the sentiment enough, he’ll start to believe it too.
But instead of appreciation, he sees indignation warp your face.
“I’m sorry, where have you been? The heat of the moment was five minutes ago,” you huff, eyeing him like you can’t even begin to comprehend his level of delusion. “True, I didn’t mean to say it just then. But I felt it. I have felt it. For…” you laugh, a humorless sound that grates Eddie’s heart, “years.”
And suddenly, he feels like he got his wish—
Every muscle in his body has turned to mush, every nerve is frayed, every wire is uncrossed—
“I’ve—” you pause, then scoff. “Like, Jesus Christ, Eddie! Do you know how long—”
He melts into you, his lips on yours, his hands on your face, holding you right where he needs you most—
Swallowing your surprised moan, he takes your needy grip in stride—every bite of painted nails against pale burning flesh, every tug and drag, seeking a closeness he craves to sate.
“I don’t care,” he slurs against your mouth, too intoxicated to hear how much time he’s missed out on. Then he pulls back a fraction of an inch, instead deciding he wants to know every single detail—even the painful bits—
Even if just to hear you talk—
“Well, I do care,” he amends. “I just—”
You peer up at him through heavy lids and a teasing grin, and he feels too far from you.
“Not right now,” he drawls, unable to think past ‘I love you, too.’
A/N: Please say nice things about this, it took so fucking long lmao.
heey, LOVIN cheerleader and was hoping i could get an eddie munson x fem!reader in which she has natural powers like 001 and felt a disturbance in hawkins so shes around trying to find clues and hears about eddie and tries searching for him through a mindlink and maybe shows up in his dream like where are you and he thinks shes an angle and also that he might be going crazy and it's at the rock with the gang she finds him and all the fluff and starting of a beautiful relationship please💖😊🥰😘
I just realized this is the request that made me write Guardian Angel!! I felt like it was based off a request and I was looking today and found this and that’s where the idea came from. So so sorry to the person that requested this that’s it taken so long for me to finally write it 😭😭
He’s in the middle of yet another DnD campaign. This time, the club is huddled up in the depths of his trailer. He pulled the curtains over each of the windows, blackout ones at that, to enhance the artificial lighting that made the space seem sacrilegious.
He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at Mike, "You can seduce the dragon, but I'm going to need you to wait another turn."
Mike groaned, kicking his seat back as he let Dustin take his turn.
"You're treading in dangerous territory, Spock." Eddie chided, eyeing Dustin as he made his next move. "Be careful as to how you approach the guard."
He watched intently, head twisting.
"The chest creaks open, but instead of treasure, it's...a demogorgon jumping out to get you!"
"No!" The room erupts into chaos, all going haywire.
It got quiet when there was a series of rhythmic knocks at the trailer door. With a sigh, Eddie got up. With a horrible habit of not checking to see who it was before opening the door, and an unruly personality, he started with a clamor.
"For thousands of years, I laid dormant! Who dares to disturb my-" he paused as he swung the door open, eyes meeting the face of his favorite person. "Oh, it's you."
The smile on his face was unwavering. He pulled your body into his, hands slotting themselves comfortably on your waist. Upon kissing your lips, the children sitting started to groan at your display of affection.
"Oh, be quiet." You swatted a hand at them.
His grin only widened as he trekked into the trailer with you in his arms.
"Come watch the master play, sweetheart." He pecked your lips once more.
Summary: Y/n thought her days in Hawkins, Indiana were over, but when she begins getting visions of threats from the Upside Down, she knows she needs to step in and help
Warnings: SPOILERS for ST4, follows the timeline/plot of season 4, drugs, smoking, death, violence, trauma, cursing, fluff, potentially more (will update for certain episodes if there’s more)
A/N: After an extremely long hiatus, I’m back! No matter what life throws at me the itch to write never goes away. I started writing this 2 or 3 years ago and it was already pretty long, and it’s definitely nowhere near finished. This part is about 5K words, but I’ve got 20K wrote so far, so definitely check in for the next parts soon! Requests open (Stranger Things only atm), taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!
Burns Harbor, Indiana was a small town, population of 2,107. It was a quiet and small town that bordered on the edge of Lake Michigan. The lake was pretty, yes, but Burns Harbor was nothing close to being a vacation spot. It was one of those towns you would drive through while you’re on a road trip and think nothing of. You may stop at one of the two gas stations for a pit stop to fuel up on gasoline and snacks, but that’s about it. It was a bare necessities type of town.
The residents didn’t ask questions or go poking their noses into others’ business. That was the best part of it for you. You had been living there for less than four years of your remarkable twenty three years of existence. It was a miracle you were still alive. You didn’t think that in a funny, ironic type of way, it was very much literal. Years ago it felt like death stared at you through your windows, stalking you and waiting for a chance to knock on your door and catch you by surprise.
You had since escaped from that feeling of creeping death, but could never forget your times at that place. You swore never to go back, never to risk your life and get close to it. You weren’t exactly that far from it though. Burns Harbor was a few hours from the place that had stripped you of your identity and tried to make you into something you didn’t want to be. The memories of your years at the laboratory were blurred together but vivid at the same time. All the sounds, rooms, experiments. They were just an arm’s reach away in your mind.
You tried to abandon the memories, forget altogether what had happened to you and the powers that you yielded. The things that made you different from everyone in Burns Harbor. That gap in time could easily be replaced, on the surface, as you having a normal adolescence. There really was no need for you to have a false backstory because nobody asked. That was the charm of the town you had relocated to. On the outside you were just like the other 2,106 people that resided in Burns.
When you first escaped from the lab you were afraid. The only thing that guided you were the visions. You had caught glimpses of a person, a girl like you, out in the real world. The journey to Chicago from Hawkins, Indiana was a grueling one. At the age of sixteen out in a world you hadn’t set foot in since you were eight, everything was terrifying to you. Your perception of life had been totally and utterly warped by the man you had once called ‘Papa.’
It was hard to trust anyone. You were afraid of the people that picked you up on the side of the road and helped you get towards your destination. In the span of a few days you hitched five rides. Some stayed quiet, some asked questions. Your response was always the same: nodding, shaking your head, or silence. The people that picked you up didn’t know what to think of you. A timid, dirty teenager with buzzed hair. Most assumed you were running away from home. Those few days were scary, but didn’t compare to the years you had spent within the white walls of the lab.
Once you made it to Chicago you found the girl, Kali. She took you in and helped you get on your feet. You stayed there in Illinois for two and half years before you decided to leave. The lifestyle that Kali and her gang lived wasn’t what you wanted for your future. She had helped you become ‘normal’ and enhance your powers, and for that you were forever grateful. Hints of Kali still lingered in you at Burns Harbor. For one, you still dressed in dark colors. Your closet was mostly black, with hints of red and white littered in too.
Assimilating with the people that lived in your new town wasn’t hard. It was easy to pick up on normal things. You had an apartment, a vehicle, and a job. Even though it was nothing crazy.
A chilly breeze hit your face as you stuck your head through the window. “Here you go! Have a good night and enjoy your food!” you smiled. You handed over the bag that held a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken.
“You too,” they replied. They drove off, probably not realizing what they had said. You heard that same phrase hundreds of times when you were working the drive-thru and when you first started working it cracked you up. Now you were used to it. People were in such a rush to get their food and go home that they gave a quick and easy reply, even if it didn’t entirely make sense. Not all customers were like that. Some wouldn’t say anything at all but others would give you a genuine smile and even say thank you.
You leaned against the counter and let out a breath. With a quick glance at the clock you saw that it was nine fifty. Only ten minutes before closing. There wasn’t anyone else in line at the drive-thru so you went ahead and started wiping down the black counters.
“I guess we should start shutting down,” Polly called from deeper in the kitchen.
“Yeah might as well,” you called back. You turned the sink on and rinsed your off-white rag. Water mixed with soap and grease dripped down the cloth and into the sink. Out in the dining area, your coworkers had finished wiping down the tables and mopping the floor. The lights went off in the front of the building and left only the back half illuminated.
You had been working at KFC for a couple months and it was a nice environment. Your coworkers were nice. Much nicer than those at your previous job. Not once had you been in a full on argument with anyone at Kentucky Fried Chicken. Most of your coworkers were around the same age as you except for two older women. Darlene and Wilma were extremely hospitable fifty year olds that lived together and invited everyone over for Christmas back in December.
They weren’t working that particular night and the store was being run by twenty year olds. On the outside it sounded like a recipe for disaster, but for the most part everyone was calm and just there to work.
“I’m done up front.” Grant came in and leaned against the counter beside you, tossing his rag into the sink and rolling his neck around to stretch it.
You glanced at him through tired eyes and nodded. “I’m just about finished up here. It was a slow night so I had time to clean in between customers.” You took your red visor off and wiped your forehead. There was a thin line of sweat left on your hoodie. You were very ready to get home and get in the shower to wash off the layer of grease that seemed to coat your entire body.
“So…” Grant started. “I went on a date with Katie last night.”
You smiled and looked at him. “How did it go?” Grant was a hopeless romantic. In the months you had known him he had gone on more dates than you could count on your hands. He was a good guy, but he could be shy and awkward around people that he liked.
“It went good. At least I think it did. Yeah- yeah it went good.” He nodded, chewing on the inside of his lip.
“Did you ask her to go out again?” you asked, giving him a pointed look. This was the real question. A lot of the time he was too nervous to ask or had overthought so much about whether or not the girl liked him that he chickened out.
You looked down at his feet and smiled. “Yeah.”
“And what did she say?” you dragged out the last word, eager to know.
“She said yes.” He grinned and shuffled his feet a little, doing a little happy dance.
You raised your eyebrows and smiled. “Grant, oh my god! Finally.”
Polly walked in running her fingers through her hair. “What’s goin’ on?”
“Grant here has finally got a second date,” you said, looking at the man of the hour.
Polly’s mouth dropped open and you could see the line that her burgundy lipstick created on the inside of her lips. “No f-ing way. I didn’t know he had it in ‘em.”
Grant gave her a deadpan face. “You guys suck.”
Polly snickered, “Sure we do.”
“Anyways…” you started, changing the subject. “What are you guys doing this weekend?”
Grant let his head roll back and groaned. “Spring break is starting for my sisters and my mom wants me to drive them to their friends' houses or whatever.” Grant still lived at his parent’s house and had twin sisters in high school. He supplied you guys with constant stories about them and their shenanigans. “But I have that date with Katie soon.”
“Ooo,” Polly teased. She received a glare from Grant, who was tired of months of being made fun of by her. She sighed and averted her attention from the victim of her bullying. “I want Mickey to take me to Indianapolis for a concert next Friday but he’s dragging his feet.”
You shut your eyes and rubbed them. Mickey was Polly’s latest boyfriend, and not a good one at that. Everything she told you about him made you like him less and less. You hadn’t actually met him yet because every time Polly tried to set up a hang out he declined. “Go by yourself if Mickey won’t take you. Or go with that one cousin you have that lives around here.”
She grimaced. “No. Absolutely not. I'm pretty sure Shelby has a thing for me and we’re cousins. He’s… just no.” She crossed her arms and shook her head, disgusted at the idea. Polly tilted her head up at you, “What’re you going to be up to y/n?”
“I’m not sure yet. I want to go by the music store and check out what they have. A new Metallica album came out a little bit ago and I want to see if it’s there.” The music store was a frequent visit for you. So much so that you were on a first name basis with the workers there.
“Sounds fun.” Polly’s voice was monotone. She wasn’t really thinking about what you had said at all. She was in her own mind worried about the concert and her boyfriend.
“Well I think that’s cool. If you find it you need to get me a copy too. I’ll pay you back when I get paid.” The blonde boy had grabbed a toothpick from a jar and had it hanging out of his mouth.
“Yeah, I’ll look.” You glanced at the clock again and saw that the minute hand was past the twelve. Finally time to go.
Grant had followed your line of sight and clapped his hands together. “I’ll lock up. You guys go ahead and leave.” He started heading further into the kitchen to grab the keys.
“You sure?” you called after him.
“Yep!” he hollered back.
You followed after Grant into the kitchen and headed towards the back door. You clocked out and told everyone goodnight before pulling the black metal door open and stepping out into the crisp night air. Stars littered the sky like salt sprinkled on a black counter. Your boots thumped on the grey and black asphalt parking lot that held the employee cars and the dumpsters behind the building. Your dull red Jeep was illuminated in a yellowish tint by the streetlight above it. You pulled your keys out of the pocket of your hoodie when you came up to the driver side door.
You looked over to your right where the heavy metal door had shut and sent out a resounding thud. Polly and two of your other coworkers had just left and were headed towards their own vehicles. Polly headed towards her brown BMW that was bought brand-new five years ago by her parents for her sixteenth birthday. She raised her hand and waved at you when she caught your eye. You had just opened the door but raised your hand above the window so she could see you waving back.
As soon as you shut the door you put the key in the ignition and turned it. The engine of your Jeep didn’t exactly pur but he was in working order. Angus, which was your SUV’s name, was inspired by AC/DC’s Angus Young. He was a trustworthy machine and had been with you since you arrived in Burns Harbor. He hadn’t failed you yet.
You set down the quiet streets, tapping your thumbs on the steering wheel to the cassette you had in. The streets were ultimately empty despite it being ten o’clock on a Friday night. Most of Burns Harbor were in their homes watching tv, doors unlocked and windows open to let in the breeze from the lake.
There weren’t really any “bad parts” of town. Not a lot of crime happened and if it did they were dumb, unharmful crimes. You couldn’t remember the last break in or murder that had happened since you moved to town. You drove slow with all your windows down, enjoying the night air. You looked out at all the businesses you were passing. The movie theater, the video store, a family owned diner, an insurance company. The essentials plus a little more.
You flipped on your blinker even though there wasn’t anyone behind you and then turned into the parking lot for your apartment complex. There were only six units, and they were pretty nice. You wouldn’t be able to afford it on your own but you had a roommate, Kat. Her real name was Katherine but no one other than her parents called her that.
You parked Angus and locked him up so he was safe before you headed towards your apartment building. It was four stories tall but luckily for you, your apartment was on the second floor. You checked the mail on your way up, knowing that Kat definitely hadn’t.
Bill, junk, advertisements.
You unlocked the door to apartment number two and walked in. No lights were on and it was pitch black inside. You felt along the wall for the light switch and flicked it on. The sudden brightness that filled your vision made your pupils constrict. You tossed the mail onto the ceramic tile countertop in your kitchen so you could worry about it later.
You took your shoes off at the door and carried them to your room. You knew Kat wasn’t home since her door was shut, no light was coming out the bottom, and it was silent on the other side. She was probably out somewhere with friends.
As soon as you stepped into your room your bed called to you. You wanted to sink into the soft sheets and fall straight asleep but you desperately needed a shower. You groaned and trudged over to your closet. You grabbed a worn-out band tee and your favorite pair of sweat shorts and dragged yourself to the bathroom.
The white tile was cold on the pads of your feet while you waited for the water to heat up. After another minute or two you stuck your hand under the flow of water and decided that it was the perfect temperature. Your clothes sat on top of the closed toilet seat while you washed yourself. You closed your eyes and hummed Crazy Train as you combed your fingers through your scalp.
Your ears rang and your vision turned black, but just for a moment. Suddenly you were in another place. The sound of the water running disappeared, you couldn’t feel the stream hitting your body, and the air wasn’t steamy anymore.
You saw two people. A girl a bit younger than you, dressed in what looked like a cheer uniform and a guy more your age with longer brown hair. You listened and watched as the guy grabbed the girl by the shoulders and was telling her to ‘wake up.’ You quickly gathered her name was Chrissy. She looked unnatural. Her body was still as a board and her eyes were completely white.
She began to rise in the air as the guy continued to yell at her. Your stomach twisted as one by one her limbs started to contort and snap. Her legs and arms bent at a freakish angle and her jaw unhinged. Then before she dropped to the ground it looked like her eyes were sucked into her body, blood dripping from the sockets.
You gasped, choking on water as you regained your sight again and realized you were back home. It didn’t take you long to realize what you had just seen. It was a vision. Your heart pounded in your chest and even though the water was warm, your skin was covered in goosebumps. It was without a doubt Hawkins. It didn’t matter how far away you got, a part of you would always be attached to that town.
Your visions had gone silent months ago and you thought that maybe number eleven had gotten things under control there. The last vision you had was at the end of summer when you saw a glimpse of a moving truck and the girl getting into it. That meant she wasn’t there. Hawkins was in danger and she wasn’t there to protect it.
You quickly finished washing your hair and your body and shut the water off. You wrapped your towel around your body and grabbed your clothes, running to your room. Your chest was on fire from how hard you were breathing. The other times you didn't need to go. You watched from a distance while number eleven took care of it. She saved you from having to return. Last summer it seemed like she had finally closed the connection between the real world and the Upside Down, but whatever that was that happened to that cheerleader, it wasn’t human. It wasn’t human at all. And if you were getting visions of it, that could only mean it was connected to what happened in that laboratory.
You discarded the clothes you had originally picked and went back to your closet to get a normal outfit. You definitely weren’t going to sleep anymore. You paced around your room in your socks, fully dressed other than your boots. You realized that your luck had run out. You were naive to think that Hawkins could be left in the past. The horrors that riddled that town were still there. You can take the girl out of Hawkins, but you can’t take Hawkins out of the girl.
After all this time would you really need to go back? Did number eleven realize something was going on again too?
A million thoughts raced inside your brain, some telling you that it wasn’t your problem anymore. You weren’t a hero by any means. Sure you had powers just like most comic book heroes, but that didn’t mean anything. You were sure none of them grew up the way you did or saw the same terrifying sights that haunted your nightmares. You couldn’t say you were normal either, and you sure couldn’t let a whole town die.
You needed a bag, a satchel, something to carry things in. You searched through your room until you finally found a brown canvas backpack. You ran around your room throwing stuff onto your bed that could fit in there. Any extra could just go in the backseat of your SUV.
You didn’t know what you needed to bring for a trip to Hawkins but you knew it would be a couple hours of driving and who knows how long you would be there for.
You rifled through your drawers and found your stash of money. You had saved all that you could in the past few years but never put it in a bank. You put the rolls of cash into your bag along with some other things. You slung it over your shoulder and took a long look around your room.
When dealing with the Upside Down, there really was no telling how long it would take until you would be back. You took in a long breath and held it for a couple seconds before you breathed out and turned around, locking your door behind you.
You found a pen and a notebook and scribbled a quick note on it so Kat wouldn’t be worried when she came home. “be back in a few days.” You hoped that message would hold true.
You took another look around your apartment as you stood by the oak door. So many memories have been created there. Less than half a decade ago you had met Kat.
She was the same age as you and wanted somewhere to live that wasn’t with her parents, but not totally by herself. She worked at the front desk of her parent’s law firm in town. She made decent money considering she hadn’t gone to college. If she wanted to she could pay for the entire apartment herself, which she had offered after a little while of you two living together but you declined.
She was lively and outgoing, something that you weren’t when you two first met. She cracked your shell and helped you open up and talk to people. She had no idea about your powers or your real past, but she believed the false stories you had told her. She thought that you had run away from home because of a toxic household, which was somewhat true.
Kat had introduced you to her friends and family and they all welcomed you with open arms. She also hosted parties and holidays at your apartment and invited everyone she could. Those were the first time in years you had ever celebrated Thanksgiving, Christmas, or New Years. Hopefully they wouldn’t be the last times either.
You flipped the light switch off, bathing your apartment completely in darkness. You turned the worn golden knob on the door and took a step out into the carpeted hallway. Your keys jingled when you pulled them out of the keyhole. You twisted the knob to be sure it was locked. Even though most residents of Burns Harbor didn’t lock their doors, you always did. It wouldn’t do much to protect against the evils that you knew lurked in Hawkins though.
When the handle didn’t budge you nodded and started down the stairs. You walked across the hardwood floor of the first story and through the front door, out into the parking lot. The air was just as crisp as it had been an hour ago when you had arrived home.
Angus was there waiting for you. You unlocked the door and hopped in, tossing your bag in the passenger seat.
If you were going on an epic journey you needed an epic soundtrack right? In actuality, the music would calm your nerves. If you drove in silence you might explode from the anxiety that was filling your body. You popped in an Iron Maiden cassette and drove out of the parking lot, headed towards the gas station.
A dingy neon sign on the window told you that the place was open. You pulled up to a pump and headed inside. This was going to be a long drive. You needed some food and a map to even get to Hawkins.
You swore you would never go back to that town, but here you are, off to save the day. That’s if you even managed to. Number eleven did it, so you had faith in yourself. Eleven was strong, there was no doubt about that. Even though you were in an older group than she was, you still heard about the things she could do. And then later on when you left, you had seen the visions of her powers in the real world. Only time would tell if you could stand against the evil like she had.
An especially cold breeze snapped you out of your trance and you clutched your black denim jacket tighter around you. There was a task at hand. You pushed open the glass door to the inside of the gas station and a bell rang above your head, signaling your presence.
A guy that looked to be a few years older than you and much more tired sat at the register. He scratched at his beard and didn’t bother to greet you. You stuck your hands in your pockets and looked around the aisles. You needed snacks and a map. You grabbed a big bag of chips and several Beef-n-Cheese stick packs. Some candy and gum were a must, along with Cokes. You weren’t going to waste money buying a cooler and ice to keep them cold. You could drink them at room temperature.
You carried the stuff to the register and rocked back and forth on your heels while the guy rang you up. You perked up whenever you noticed a little display of pamphlets next to the register. You grabbed a map and plopped it down on the counter too.
The cashier slowly raised his eyes up to look at you and blinked. “Going somewhere?” he asked. He didn’t sound at all interested but you answered anyway.
“Yeah, something like that.” You nodded, lips in a thin line. You looked around at the things on the green counter that were around the cashier. You saw a key dangling from a hook next to him on a bulletin board. It was attached to a wood block that said ‘bathroom.’ You suddenly had an idea.
“Can I use your bathroom?” you asked.
He sighed and took the keys down from the board. He held them out and you took them, headed to where he pointed. Your boots thumped quickly on the linoleum floor. The bathroom smelled like someone had just taken a shit, vomited, and maybe even died in there- all at the same time.
You begrudgingly sat down on the cracked toilet seat and shut your eyes. You breathed in and out slowly, focusing your mind on the guy you saw from your vision earlier that night. What you were attempting to do was something you had only done a few times before, but if this worked…
Suddenly he appeared in your mind and you focused harder until your sight went completely dark. You could see him sleeping on a couch but that’s all you could see. “Hello?” you called out. No response. You walked forward and reached a hand out. Instead of touching him your hand went through him like an apparition. His face twisted a little in concentration but he was definitely still asleep. “Hello?” you repeated, drawing your eyebrows together.
He twitched a little and squeezed his eyes shut. Could he hear you? You stepped a little closer and crouched down next to him. You could see him much clearer now. You turned your head to the side and stared at him. You blew air on him but it seemed to have no effect. “Hey, wake up.” He fidgeted a little.
“Wake up!” you shouted. His eyes shot open and he jumped up with a start. His sudden movement startled you and you fell back on your ass. He whipped his head around wildly, hair swinging everywhere. He stopped and stared and you could have sworn he was looking right at you.
You opened your mouth to say something but were thrown out of his mind by pounding on the bathroom door.
“Hey! You didn’t die in there did you?” the cashier hollered from the other side of the door.
“No! I’m alive. Just having some stomach issues,” you called back.
There was silence for a second and you could just imagine the disgust on his face. “Okay.” You heard his footsteps recede and you groaned. It was possible you had just imagined it, but it felt like he was really looking at you. Not the area you had fallen at, but at you, like he had seen you.
You shook your head and flushed the toilet so it seemed like you had really used the bathroom. You took a paper towel and turned the sink on and let it run for a minute before you turned it off and walked back into the store.
You strolled down the aisle back to the register casually before you stopped and planted your feet in front of the counter. He had taken the liberty of bagging your items while you were using the commode.
“That’ll be twenty-five thirty-one.”
You pulled a few bills out of your pocket and handed them to him. He counted them and put them in the register. He glanced at you while he counted out coins. You held your hand out and he dropped the silver and copper into your hands. You tucked it into your pocket and started picking up your bags.
“Come again,” he called after you in a monotone voice.
You nodded your head in response and pulled the door open with your free hand. As you walked to your Jeep you looked around. The streets were empty. Very faint waves could be heard in the distance and crickets chirped in the grass. You opened the car door behind your own and deposited your bags in the backseat. You rifled through them and found the map, opening it up fully. One side was a map of the United States, the other side a map of just Indiana.
Your eyes scanned across it until you found Burns Harbor at the top. You looked further to the bottom until you found the town you were looking for. There it was: Hawkins, Indiana. You traced a line with your fingertip, connecting the two cities through roads. It would be a couple hours before you arrived at your destination.
Before you left though, you needed to fill up. You leaned against the side of your vehicle, watching as the gallons- along with the price- climbed up until it reached the amount you paid inside. You took the worn pump out of your gas tank and screwed the lid back on.
You opened the driver-side door and got into your seat. Leaning over and rifling through your glovebox, your hands finally found purchase on a pen. You traced the route you had drawn with your finger moments ago, this time in red ink. You drew circles around towns that you would drive through. You tossed the pen back in the compartment and shut it. The map sat in the passenger seat, opened up in case you needed to glance at it. You put your keys in the ignition and started the engine, beginning your trip to Hawkins.
After an extremely long hiatus I’m finally working on writing again 👀👀 I’ve got an Eddie Munson fic in the works that’s currently at 18.7K words and I’m still working on it
I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.
I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)
I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.
I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.
I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.
I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.
I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.
I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.
I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.
I have no idea what possesses people to tell another human being to do such a thing. Honestly I can only assume they're like under the age of 16 and just not emotionally mature enough. Sending things like that is not a good idea what if it's sent to someone who is actually suicidal or someone whose been struggling with suicidal tendencies and just waiting for a sign. Someone whose mentally unwell and not thinking right could take that as some type of sign from the universe that they're 'supposed' to act on their suicidal thoughts or it could just really add fuel to someone's depression and self hatred. But mostly it's not a good look for the sender, to anyone who sends messages like that, you are worth more than that don't degrade yourself
☝🏻☝🏻 so true! as a message to all people on here: please never tell anyone to kill themselves. you never know what someone could be going through
no but seriously please ignore them. I had an hate anon once and I know some people take what they say to heart but I was laughing the whole time. I promise you half of the time it’s some kid that’s literally so stupid. Like imagine having nothing better to do but send hate and on top of that it’s anonymously…like people are so weird these days.
honestly… hiding behind a screen and telling someone you don’t know at all to harm themselves is wrong on a lot of levels, and you’re right, a lot of the time it is a kid
