Sorry itâs taking so long guys!!! Class just started and that on top of work is taking all my time at my moment, but Iâm slowly but surely picking away at things!!
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 youâre 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:
Iâm 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 didnât 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.
âWhy is the freak over there watching us practice?â 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. âI invited him.â
Leah looked at you like you were crazy. âWhy would you do something like that?â
âHeâs a nice guy.â
Leah just stared at you. Then, a shrug - âIf you say so.â
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.
âReady to roll?â he asked you. Heâd been playing with his keys as he leaned against the brick wall, looking a lot more casual than he felt. He couldnât 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.
âReady,â 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, couldnât find anything to say. What could he say to you? He couldnât 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 handsâ 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 didnât really have one at all. It almost seemed like you didnât care - like you didnât 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 shouldnât have thought so low of you.
âWelcome to my castle,â 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.
âDo you want to, uhâŠâ Eddie gestured down the hall. âCome to my room?â
You smiled at him, but there was no innocence behind it. If Eddie picked up on it, he didnât show it. âYeah, that sounds good.â
Eddie led the way down the hall, distinctly aware of your presence behind him. He could physically feel it, like a promise ofâŠsomething looming overhead. In his dreams, he thought.
Walking into his bedroom, the first thing he noticed was that he hadnât 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 Wayneâs disappointment, he could imagine.
âSorry,â 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.
âItâs no problem,â 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 andâŠwell, there.
Your smile only grew - his staring was obvious but you didnât mind. You liked the attention you got from Eddie. Itâs not like you werenât getting plenty elsewhere, but none were quite as adoring as the flustered metalhead standing in front of you.
ââŠThe shrooms?â you reminded him playfully, to which Eddie shook his head as if he were knocking some sense back into his brain.Â
âRight. Yeah. Uh, theyâre in one of these drawersâŠâ
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 wasnât hard to imagine why the page was bookmarked, why the pages were slightly stuck together, or what he had been doing with it. You werenât exactly surprised at the discovery, but having the proof in front of your face filled you with a wicked sort of delight.
âEddie,â you said, your voice teasing. âWhatâs this?â
Eddie didnât have the forethought to be scared, but when he turned around, he went pale, rooted to the spot. âO-oh,â he stammered. âI just- I- it was an accident-â
âHave you been looking at this picture of me?â You had a mischievous grin across your face, holding the yearbook wide open for him to see. âAnd what have you been doing while looking at it?â
Eddieâs cheeks were bright red as he gaped at you, completely lost for words. He couldnât believe this was happening. Thank god he had hid the panties, but why didnât he have a better hiding place for the fucking yearbook, too? âLook, I can explain-â
You flipped through the pages, seeing just the one marked - only you. Eddie fumbled over his words frantically. âI just- it was- I just needed to save that page, becauseâŠâ He couldnât even come up with an excuse. He wanted to throw himself out the window of a very tall building.
âDo you touch yourself while looking at pictures of me, Eddie Munson?â
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. âIâm sorry, I- seriously, Iâm not a creep I swear. Please donât-â
âWhy donât you show me what you do?â
It was like his world stopped turning. Everything froze. Eddie looked at you with wide eyes - âWhat?â
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. âIâm more of a visual learner. I want you to show me what you do with that picture.â
Eddie swallowed hard. He looked at a spot on the wall over your head, like he was scared to meet your eyes. âIâŠI donât know what you mean-â
âI think you know exactly what I mean.â 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 wasnât quite making it to his lungs. His palms felt sweaty, he wiped them on his jeans.
âLook, Iâm really sorry, I know-â
âWhy are you sorry?â You frowned. âIâm not mad. I just wanna see.â
Eddie froze. He didnât 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.
âCome show me.â
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. âSo. How do you start?â
âUhâŠâ Eddie was still trying to gather his bearings, still trying to come to terms with the reality of what was happening. âIâŠâ
You tried a different angle. âWhat turns you on?â
âYou,â 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.
âWhat do you think about?â
âFuck,â he breathed - and then it all spilled out. âI 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-â He almost let it slip, almost said the way you look when youâre 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. âDo you like what Iâm wearing now?â
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. Heâd had plenty of time to think about it.
âWould you like it better if IâŠâ You played with the bottom of your shirt, pure teasing, but Eddie didnât mind. ââŠtook something off?â
Eddieâs 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.
âYou first,â you said. âLet me see what youâre working with, Munson.â
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 wasnât 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.
âJesus Christ, Munson.â
Eddie stopped. He looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed together. âWhat?â
âEddie.â You looked at him seriously, but he didnât seem to get it. âYou are huge. Do you really not know that?â
His cheeks tinged pink, heat rushing to them. âWell, IâŠI mean, I guess I kind of knew, but I donât exactly have any experience-â
You didnât 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?
âIâve never been with a guy quite so bigâŠâ 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 werenât quite there. Yet.
âYou- you havenât?â 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.
âDefinitely not.â You licked your lips as you looked down at him. âItâs gonna take some work to fit.â
Eddie let out a strangled groan, hips snapping up into his fist just once at your words. âFuck. YouâŠyou want to do that?â His voice shook as he spoke. âI think- I mean, we could make it fit.â
He hadnât even said it to be hot, but it made you clench your thighs together anyway. âMaybe sometime,â you smirked. âWhat do you do when you start?â
âUhâŠâ Eddie cleared his throat. âI justâŠâ He slowly stroked his hand up and down his cock, chest heaving as he watched you, in real life, on his bed. âShit. I justâŠlike this.â
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. âDo you want me toâŠ?â
âWhat?â Eddie asked, lazily stroking himself as he looked at you, the small part of his brain still thinking logically struck with confusion.
You didnât 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. âShit.â
âWhat next?â you whispered.
âIâŠâ his eyes left you for only a second, darting to the yearbook then back to the real thing. âIâd look at the book. Look at your body. Think about whatâs underneath.â
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 didnât move his eyes an inch as you reached behind your back and unhooked the bra, slowly letting it fall forward, exposing your breasts.Â
His breath caught in his throat - sure heâd 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 couldnât get over that - here, wanting to show him. His eyes roamed your perfect tits, sitting so pretty on your chest, within his grasp. He didnât reach for you - you hadnât 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 youâd expected when you initiated this little plan. You didnât expect the way your panties clung to your wet pussy, your nipples hard in the cool air of his bedroom. You werenât 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?
âThatâs it,â you cooed. âStroke your cock just like that for me. Thatâs right. Youâre doing so good, getting off for me. Look so good, Eddie.â
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 âFuck, fuck, fuck,âs 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.
âAre you close, Eddie?â you asked him, as if it wasnât completely obvious he was.
âYeah, oh fuck yeah,â 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.
âGood boy,â you praised, and he whined. âYouâre being so good for me, arenât you?â
âYes,â Eddie moaned immediately. âSo good. So good for you.â
You leaned in closer, seeing how absolutely wrecked he looked. So far gone. âYou gonna cum for me, Eddie?â You grabbed your tits in your hands, squeezing them and playing with your nipples right in front of his face.
Eddie whimpered, then - âOh, fuck!â - 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. Eddieâs 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. Eddieâs cock was softening as it lay against his stomach, his body still painted with his cum. He didnât care - he couldnât take his eyes off of you. You, coated in his release, had to be the hottest thing heâd ever seen in his life.
âDo you, uhâŠhave a towel?â you asked awkwardly, gesturing to your chest.
âOh, shit, yeah,â Eddie said. He leaned off the bed, grabbing a dirty-but-not-too-dirty towel from the floor. âHere. Can IâŠ?â
You didnât 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.
âThatâŠthat wasâŠâ Eddie began.
âHot as hell?â you offered with a smirk, and he felt such immense relief in that moment, he let out a deep breath.
âYeah. Holy fuck. Iâve never- never even dreamed of anything that hot-â
âIâm glad I could help you out,â you said. You were smiling at him kindly from where you sat, and Eddie still couldnât believe his luck. He couldnât believe this had happened, and you didnât seem disgusted with him whatsoever.
âOh shit,â Eddie said as he laughed sheepishly, standing from the bed. âI forgot all about your shrooms. Let me just, uhâŠsorry, I canât think straight.â
âItâs okay,â you said. You were picking up your duffel bag, much to Eddieâs disappointment. âI do need to get going after you find them, though. My familyâs gonna be wondering about me if Iâm not home for dinner.â
âGot you.â Eddie held up the bag of shrooms. âWant me to drive you back to your car?â
âYeah, that would be great.â
As you walked out of the trailer with Eddie, letting him lock up behind you, it felt surreal. What youâd just done, you hadnât planned. Sure you loved teasing Eddie, but you hadnât intended for it to go that far. But you found that you didnât 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 hadnât 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 wouldnât go over well. It wasnât 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 wasnât 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 werenât 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.
âGot something to say to my sister, freak?â
Jason stepped out in front of him - fuck, Eddie hadnât 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 âbullyâ scene straight from a movie.
How cute.
âI-â
âNo, you can save yourself the breath because I donât think thereâs any world where youâd have an excuse to talk to my sister that makes any sense.â Jason turned to each of his friends, laughing as if he were a real comedian. âIf she wants to buy, sheâll come find you, freak. Schoolâs over. You can run back home to your trailer park now.â
Eddie clenched his fists - he couldnât let Jason get to him the way he was trying to. It wasnât worth it. Behind Jasonâs 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.
âJason,â you said. âWhat the fuck are you doing?â
Jason did a double take, looking back over his shoulder at you, then back to Eddie. âYou canât actually want to talk to this loser, right?â
âWhat if I do?â You put your hands on your hips, looking at your brother with all the attitude in the world. âI donât remember hiring you as my bodyguard.â
Jason scoffed. âYeah. Well, donât worry, if this is the company you want to keep, I wonât be getting involved.â
âGood.â You tilted your head to the side. âNow donât you have a basketball game to get to?â
Jason didnât 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. âFine. Bitch.â
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.
âThanks,â Eddie said, looking less than his usual confident self. âThat guyâs an asshole.â
âYeah. Try living with him.â You smiled softly. âIâm sorry. I donât know why heâs playing protective older brother all of a sudden. He doesnât actually give a shit about me outside of his own reputation.â
âItâs okay. He just doesnât want his sister seen talking to the freak. I get it.â He laughed, but it didnât reach his eyes. It bothered you.
âSeriously, fuck him,â you said. âBut, uhâŠâ A smirk danced across your lips. âYou wanted to talk to me?â
âOh, yeah.â Eddie pushed Jason from his mind, turning to the Carver twin standing before him - you were much nicer on the eyes. âUhâŠabout yesterdayâŠâ
âYeah?â 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. âDid you think about it after I left?â
Oh, fuck, did he.
âYeah,â Eddie admitted, needing to clear his throat. âYeah, IâŠI did.â
âOoh,â you hummed, pleased. âWhat did you do? Did you touch yourself again?â
Eddie closed his eyes. Fuck, you were going to kill him. âYes.â
âYeah?â you giggled. âDid you make yourself cum for me one more time?â
Eddie nodded. He was so far gone for you.
âAnd without me,â you tsked. âI would have liked to see it, Eds. Wasnât that a little selfish of you?â
âIâm sorry,â he said quickly. You did something to his brain that he couldnât understand. âCanâŠcan I make it up to you?â
Your eyes lit up at that - it made Eddieâs heart stutter. You really wanted to see him again? That badly? âOf course you can,â you said. âMaybe I can come over again after the game?â
He nodded, way too vigorously. âYes. Yeah. Of course.â His eyes dropped to the bag on your shoulder. âDâyou want me to wait and give you a ride?â
âI can drive,â you said. âI donât wanna subject you to basketball.â
Eddie was a little disappointed - he kind of loved watching you cheer. He loved watching you, at least. But he wasnât going to say that. âOkay. Cool. You know where to go?â
âYeah,â you smiled. âIâll see you there.â You trailed your hand down his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in your wake. âMiss me while Iâm gone.â
Eddie went straight home after school. He wasnât interested in hanging around and taking even a single chance at missing you - even though youâd 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.
âHey, son,â he said. âHow was school?â
âFine,â Eddie said. He tossed his keys on the counter with a clatter. Wayne looked over at him before turning back to his coffee.
âHowâd that essay turn out?â he asked.
Shit. Eddie hadnât even started the essay that was due tomorrow. How did Wayne even remember that? He had been too preoccupied with you.
âOh, uhâŠâ he scratched the back of his neck. âGood. It, uhâŠcame out good.â
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 heâd had a little session this morning before school, so what?
He hid them far in the back of his closet, where he didnât 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 didnât 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 hadnât 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.
âHi,â he said, his palms sweaty. He tried to subtly wipe them on his jeans.Â
âHi, Eddie,â you purred, voice like honey. When he didnât move, your smile grew bigger, your light giggle like music to his ears. âAre you gonna let me in?â
âOh, yeah! Yes. Yeah,â 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. âSorry.â
âItâs okay,â 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?
ââŠHow was the game?â he asked dumbly.
You laughed. âFine. The usual.â You tilted your head. âSad you missed it?â
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. âMaybe.â
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 pavlovâd 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.
âWanna go to your room?â you asked, your voice so soft and beautiful it floated through the air to Eddieâs ears, his whole body going hot. He was getting harder by the second, and nothing had even happened.
âYeah,â he said, barely a whisper. âLetâs go.â
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 heâd 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 couldnât even look at you, bouncing his knee.
âEddie,â you said lightly. âCalm down. Itâs okay. Itâs just me.â
Itâs just you.
Yeah, itâs you, thatâs 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-
âDo you want to kiss me?â
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.Â
âWhat?â he asked, his eyes going wide.
âI saidâŠâ You lifted a hand, resting it on Eddieâs 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. ââŠdo you want to kiss me?â
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 didnât know what to do. He sat there, still, until you giggled against his lips and took the lead. You grabbed Eddieâs 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 couldnât 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. Sheâs in my bed and weâre kissing and Iâm 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 Eddieâs 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 couldnât 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.Â
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.
âGod, Eddie, youâre so needy, arenât you?â you whispered in his ear. âDâyou want this pussy?â
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-
ââm gonna cum,â 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.
âDid you just dry hump me until you came in your pants?â you asked, giggling. You didnât push him off you.
Eddie blushed deeply, not moving his face from your neck, not yet brave enough to meet your eyes after that. âYeah.â
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 didnât speak to Eddie for a week. Youâd give him a short smile when you passed by him, but you didnât speak, didnât ask to buy, didnât 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 couldnât 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 youâd 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 didnât know what to say. He looked at you, stunned. Your smile grew bigger - he was just so cute.
âHi, Eddie,â you said, sending his heart rocketing in his chest. âCan I come in?â
âOh, y-yeah,â 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.Â
âIâm sorry I havenât spoken to you sinceâŠâ You trailed off, not saying the obvious, as if sparing Eddie the embarrassment. He blushed, but continued listening. âMy friends wereâŠgetting suspicious.â
âSuspicious?â Eddie asked, eyebrows shooting up. âOf what?â
âOf what Iâve been doing with you,â you said, finally meeting his big brown doe eyes.
âOh,â 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.
âItâs not because Iâm embarrassed of you, I swear,â you said. âGod, I couldnât give less of a fuck about what those assholes think. I like you. I just donât want to subject you to that. To the Hawkins gossip mill, the spotlight. To Jason and Steve. It doesnât feel fair to you.â
Eddie nodded slowly. He didnât exactly care about Jason or Steve at all, but he got where you were coming from. âSoâŠâ
âSo,â you said. âI came here because I wanted to see you.â
Something twisted in his chest. âYou wanted to see me?â
âOf course.â You rested your hand on his thigh, the warmth of your palm against him. âI like you, Eds.â
âYeah?â He was breathless, your words stealing every thought, every ounce of energy from his body. âIâŠlike you, too.â
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 wasnât 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 youâd put on for him.
âEddie,â 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 heâd never experience outside of his filthy fantasies.
âFuck,â he breathed against your lips. He rutted against you harder, fully hard now - maybe harder than heâd 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 couldnât 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. âCan I please fuck you?â he asked, completely out of breath, his eyes glazed over and darkened with lust.
You giggled, the blunt question almost cute. You didnât 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 werenât 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 Eddieâs 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 heâd dreamed of, precum soaking into his boxers.
âFeels so good, Eds,â 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 youâd 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 didnât 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 - âThis okay?â
You nodded. âYeah, baby,â you purred. âYou can do whatever you want to me.â
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.
âAm I dreaming?â he asked, genuinely wondering. He had to be asleep or high or something, because there was no fucking way-
You laughed. âThis is all real, baby.â 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. âOh, Eddie. I want you so bad.â
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. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â he breathed quickly. âJust trying not to cum.â
âI havenât even touched you yet,â 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. âFuck, Eds.â
âTaste so good,â he rasped. âJust like I knew you would.â
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 heâd ever experienced or even dreamed of. So velvety soft, and warm, and soaking wet with how badly you wanted him - not Steve. Eddie.
âYou ready?â 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.
âY-yeah,â he said. âFuck, yeah.â
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 -Â
Eddie screwed his face up, his breaths coming out in quick pants as he inched further and further inside of you. He couldnât look at you - fuck, he wanted to so bad, but he knew heâd cum instantly. He was already barely holding on from the feeling of being enveloped by your tight, wet heat, inch by inch.
âOh my god, Eddie,â you moaned, manicured fingernails digging into his biceps. âYouâre so big, holy shit-â
Eddie whimpered again, his hips jerking forward and pushing the last few inches in at once. âShit,â he rasped. âOh, god. Fuck. Youâre- holy fuck, Iâm inside of you- Jesus Christ-â
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.
âGo ahead and fuck me, Eddie,â you cooed, and Eddie thought he must actually be dreaming this time. He nodded quickly.
âYeah. Yeah, okay. Iâm gonna fuck you now.â 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.
âOh god,â he cried, fingers digging into the plush of the bed. âShit. Oh, baby- fuck- H-ah, I-I canât-â
He was fucking you so frantically - babbling incoherently, face contorted in pure pleasure - youâd never had a guy fuck you like this. Never had a guy soâŠgrateful to be inside you, so completely affected by you and your body.
You had to admit, it was hot.
âShit,â Eddie cursed. âYou are so, so fucking tight, you feel so good, Iâve never felt anything so fucking- so fucking good in my life, I canât believe Iâm fucking you, holy shit-â
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.
âThatâs it, Eddie,â you praised him, which made him rut into you even harder as he buried his face in your neck. âDoes it feel good?â
âOh, god, yes, fuck yes,â he keened. âIâm not gonna- oh baby, Iâm not gonna last, fuck fuck fuck-â
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 couldnât take it anymore. Only then did he still, shuddering body pressed to your chest.Â
You had never had sex like that before. The guys you fucked werenât virgins by any means, for one thing- but youâd 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 hadnât cum. You were more turned on than youâd ever been, clit still throbbing between your legs.
âWas that okay?â he asked, breathing hard. âYou didnâtâŠâ
âItâs okay, Eds,â you said. âI had fun. Did you?â
His eyes went wide. âYeah, fuck yeah. That was the best thing thatâs ever happened to me.â He looked down at you beneath him, so perfect, real. âI could still make you cum?â
You raised your eyebrows. âYouâŠwant to?â
âOh yeah, yes, I, uhâŠI really really want to,â he rambled nervously. âLet me just, uhâŠâ
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 heâd 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.
âW-what are you doing?â 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. âEating you out?â he said, like a question. âI mean, only if you want me to-â
âNo, I-â You were still confused, was he seriously about to just dive in with his cum leaking out of you? âI mean, you want to?â
âFuck yeah I want to,â he huffed a laugh, like he couldnât believe youâd even ask. He looked back down at your pussy, spreading your folds with his fingers and looking at it like heâd never seen anything better. âYou know how many times Iâve dreamed of this?â
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 heâd always dreamed of while his cock hardened again, grinding his hips against the bed.
He couldnât 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.
âFuck, thatâs it,â he said, muffled against you. âPull me in, baby, just like that. Fuck, youâre so good.â
âEddie!â you keened, the coil tightening in your belly, burning hotter and hotter. âOh my god- youâre fucking unreal-â
âYou deserve to be worshipped, baby,â he hummed against your slick pussy, determined to pull an orgasm from your shuddering body. âCan you cum for me?â
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-
âEddieEddieEddie, oh god, oh fuck-!â
You cried out, a loud, desperate, broken moan as your vision went white and you fisted your hands in Eddieâs 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 heâd 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.
âCan I please fuck you again?â
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise - âWhat?â
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.
âPlease,â he said. âI couldnât help it. That was so fucking hot. Please.â
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.
âShit,â he whimpered. âOh, fuck. I really wonât last.â
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 Eddieâs massive cock sinking into you, to the fucking hilt each and every time.
Eddie couldnât think straight. It was pure animalistic instinct, driving into you like he would die if he didnât. 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-
âAre you cumming again?â Eddie asked, looking at you in disbelief. âOh fuck, oh Christ-â
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 couldnât 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.
âEddieâŠâ you whispered. You didnât 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.
âDonât leave,â he whispered, his nose nudging the shell of your ear. âStay the night.â
You couldnât say no.
âWell boys, I may be a third year senior, but Iâve graduated from what matters. Iâm not a virgin anymore.â
That got everyoneâs attention at the table. The guys looked at him, both dumbfounded - and also not believing a word he said.
âWith who?â Jeff asked suspiciously, his brows drawn together. âYou finally call that groupie from the Hideout?â
âNo,â 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. âThatâs the best part.â
âWho, then?â Gareth asked, humoring Eddie.Â
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.Â
When your name rolled off his tongue, silence descended over the group. Then - laughter. Eddieâs face dropped as his friends laughed harder than heâd ever seen.
âYeah, and Iâm the Queen of England,â Grant said.
âHow was that dream? Did you wake up sticky?â Jeff joked.
âMastubating with her panties doesnât count,â Gareth said.
Heat spread through Eddieâs body, both anger and embarrassment. Sure, it was unlikely, but they really had no faith in him? They thought it was that impossible?
âIâm being serious,â Eddie said. âWe-â
âMan, I think youâre getting a little too obsessed,â Gareth said. âYouâre losing it.â
âI am not crazy!â Eddie exclaimed. âJesus, is it really that hard to believe that she might like me back?â
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 Eddieâs heart sank.
âGood one, Eddie,â Jeff said. âAlmost had me for a second there.â
Eddie deflated. His friends really thought he didnât 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 didnât mean he wasnât 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.
âSeeing Steve?â
You froze, rolling your eyes before turning around. âWhat do you care?â
Jason crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, in his usual varsity jacket, polo, and jeans. He looked smug, but when didnât he?
âJust checking on my sister. Wouldnât want her out getting herself in trouble.â His eyes quickly scanned your outfit. âEspecially dressed like that.â
You were losing your patience fast. âItâs none of your business where Iâm going,â you said. âDonât you have plans with your boyfriends?â
He dropped the smirk. âFuck you. Youâre such a bitch.â
âWonder where I got it from,â you rolled your eyes again, crossing your arms. âAre we good here? Can I go?â
Jason scoffed. âYeah, I guess so. Have fun being treated like nothing but a hole to fuck - seems like you like that, though.â
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-
âAnd where are you going looking like that?â
You wanted to scream. You wanted to punch a wall, to throw something, to run away. Instead, you turned.
âIâm going out with a friend,â 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. âYou look like a whore.â
The words struck you like a slap. You winced, looking down at your feet. You didnât know what to say. There wasnât anything to say.
âAre you one?â she asked, taking a step closer to you. âGoing to meet up with some boy, I suppose. Maybe if you spent more time with your brother and his friends, youâd have some respect for yourself.â
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. âHow did I end up with a daughter like you?â
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 didnât want to ruin your makeup, after all - and snatched your car keys from the hook by the door.
And went off into the night.
Youâve 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.
âYou look beautiful,â he said.
You blushed, taking in Eddieâs 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.
âThank you,â 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 Eddieâs 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 youâd be sneaking out of your house just to see him again.
âI, uhâŠâ he said shyly after you had parted. âI got someâŠmovies from Family Video. I thought maybe you might want to watch one?â
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. âYeah. That sounds nice.â
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 Eddieâs chest - he ate it up, pulling you closer, his arm around you.
âItâs okay, baby,â he whispered against the top of your head. âIâve got you.â
When the movie was over, Eddie shut the TV off. He looked down at you. âDâyou have to go?â he asked quietly, nose nudging your cheek. He placed a gentle kiss against your jaw.
It really didnât take any convincing. âI donât have to,â you said. âNo one will notice if I donât come back on time.â
Eddie was relieved to hear you could stay, but his chest ached for you at your words. He didnât 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. âWanna go to my room?â
Minutes later and you were on Eddieâs 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.
âCan I take it off?â 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 wasnât 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.
ââŠHaving fun?â you asked with a giggle, relaxing back on his pillows while Eddie lavished attention on your chest.
âFuck yeah,â he said, not even looking up to meet your eyes. âI fuckinâ love these.â
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.Â
âCan I try something?â he asked breathlessly, looking down at you.
You furrowed your brows slightly. âSure,â you said. You didnât 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.
âIs that good?â you asked softly, watching him use your body to pleasure himself. âFeel good?â
Eddie nodded quickly, continuing to thrust his hips against you. âS-so good,â 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.
âMake yourself cum, baby,â you said. âYouâre doing so good, so fucking good.â
âYeah?â he rasped. âWant me to- to c-um?â 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.Â
You were laying in his bed, naked, covered in his cum.
âGod,â Eddie breathed. âYou- you lookâŠâ
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. âGet the camera.â
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.
âAre you sure?â he asked.
âYes, Eddie,â you said, full of confidence, a smirk on your face. âThen youâll really have something to look at.â
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 heâd 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.
âCan I, uhâŠkeep this in my wallet?â Eddie asked, looking at you sheepishly.
You smirked up at him. âSure, Eds.â
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 werenât 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 Eddieâs 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.
âHere,â you said, stuffing the panties into his jeans pocket. âFor your collection.â
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 couldnât 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 couldnât 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 couldnât wait for the next time heâd get to be alone with you.
He couldnât 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 heâd 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 Jasonâs temper could be, and he was worried he was about to be on the receiving end of it.
âUh, hey, man,â Andy said, apprehension evident in his voice. Jason turned to his best friend.
âWhatâs up?â 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.
âUhâŠâ Andy scratched the back of his neck. âI donât know how to tell you this.â
âJust say it,â Jason said, beginning to lose his patience. The anticipation was making him anxious. Whatever it was, it was bad. âWhatâs going on?â
âLook, Jason,â Andy said. âI just, uhâŠlook, as soon as I saw it I came here. It hasnât been seen by anyone after me. But I, uh, just thought you should know this was being passed around.â
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 friendâs hand, and turned it over.
âOh, Jesus Christ.â
He felt sick. He felt angry. Nausea roiled in his stomach, and fire spread through his veins, making him shake. âWhat the fuck?â
âI donât know, man, I swear,â Andy said quickly, holding his hands up. âIt was being passed around in the locker room, and I came straight to you. I donât know where it came from.â
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 didnât even look when Jason came in.
âHarrington!â
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 Jasonâs fiery ones. The rest of the team backed off, staying out of it.
âWhat the fu-â
Jason swung his fist, catching him right in the jaw. Steveâs head was knocked to the side, blood spraying from his mouth. Steve recovered quickly, shoving Jason off of him.
âWhat the fuck, man?â he said, holding his jaw. âWhat the hell was that for?â
Jason held the photo in front of Steveâs face with a hand that shook in anger. Steve looked at it, his face conveying complete surprise.
âWhat the fuck have you done?â Jason screamed in his face. âYou fucking creep. Iâve had about enough of you.â
Steve snatched the photo from Jasonâs hand, looking at it closer. âJesus,â he whispered. âI donât- I didnât-â
âI know damn well this was you, you fucking piece of shit,â Jason yelled, getting in Steveâs face. âSheâs done nothing but give you everything you want, and you treat her like a fucking-â He stopped, rubbing a hand over his face. He was furious. He was more than furious.
âI didnât fucking do this,â Steve said, still looking down at the photo. The anger was building within him, too. âThatâs not my fucking bed. I donât- I donât know who took this.â
âYouâre a fucking liar-â
âIâm not!â Steve yelled back. âFuck! That doesnât look anything like my room. I swear to god, I didnât take that fucking picture.â
Steve looked sincere. Lost for words, Jason took a step back. âYou didn't take it.â
âNo, dude,â he said. âI- I didnât even know she was sleeping with anybody else. I donât know anything about it.â
Steve was pale as he looked at the photo. He didnât like seeing you like that, knowing it wasnât 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- âLet me find out youâre lying, Harrington.â
And with that, he stomped out of the locker room.
âIâm so fucking sorry,â Eddie said for the millionth time. âI swear I never would have let it out of my sight, I never would have done this on purpose, Iâm not like that, baby, I promise you-â
âEddie,â you said, putting a stop to his rambling. âPlease. I get it.â
âI just donât want you to hate me,â he said. His eyes were glassy, and he had never felt so panicked, so guilty, so distraught in his life. âThat picture was for me only. Youâre my dream girl, baby. I would never in a million years do anything to fuck that up.â
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.
âIt was careless, Eds!â
âI know,â he said. He dropped to his knees in front of where you sat at the end of your bed. âFuck, I know. I canâtâŠI canât tell you how fucking sorry I am. How badly I regret it.â
You had told him he could carry the photo with him, sure, but you thought heâd 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 couldnât undo.
âI get it, Eddie, but you canât take this back.â
âIs there any way I can make it up to you?â he begged, pleaded. He clutched your hands in his. He would go to the ends of the earth to make things right.
âYou really fucked me over, you know that?â you ranted. âHow am I supposed to live that down? I donât know if we can see each other anymore, I mean, I have to fucking explain this to everyone. Youâre such an asshole, Eddie, I trusted you-â
Eddie pressed his lips to yours, cutting you off.
Your eyes went wide. You shoved him away from you. âWhat the fuck?â
You looked at each other, Eddieâs chest heaving with his breaths. It felt like electricity between you, an invisible pull, stronger than anything youâd 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.Â
âCome on, Iâm aching for you, baby,â Eddie murmured, rocking his hips against you. âNeed you so bad.â
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. âJ-Jesus,â he stuttered. âOh my god.â
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.
âOh, fuck,â Eddie moaned, watching your every move. This might have been the best thing heâd 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. Eddieâs hand came to rest on your head, carding through your hair. He didnât push - just held on.
âFuck,â he moaned. âThatâs- shit, oh my god. Youâre so cool, fuck.â
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.
âShit,â he hissed, his hips involuntarily bucking into your mouth. He couldnât stop, even though he felt
bad - it was too good. âSorry, fuck, sorry, âm sorry-â
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.
âFuck! Fuck-â he rasped. âJesus, baby, I- Iâm gonna- gonna cum, please, wanna be inside you, wanna fill you-â
You pulled off of him, and his slick cock landed against his stomach, throbbing. He whimpered. Even though heâd 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 Eddieâs 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.
âYou feel so good,â 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. âSo good, youâre so good. Tight and hot and wet - fuck - so perfect for me-â
âEddie,â 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 youâd been fucked by him. That it was him who marked you in that photo.
âYou moan my name so pretty, baby,â he groaned. âSounds so good. Fuck, even better than I imagined.â
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.
âWhere the fuck did this picture-â
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.
âEddie fucking Munson?â he screamed. âYouâre fucking the freak now?â
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. âPlease, man-â
âYou sick fucking bastard,â Jason said. He swung, hitting Eddie in the face, knocking him back. Eddie groaned, covering his face.
âJASON!â you screamed. âStop, jesus!â
âHow dare you touch my sister, you fucking freak!â 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.
âJason!â 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.
âYou fucking idiot,â he seethed. âYou let this freak take those pictures of you like that? You let him touch you?â
âJason-â
âNo,â he said. âWhy do you have to be such a fucking slut? First Steve, now Munson - whatâs next? Hargrove? One of Munsonâs freak friends?â
âDonât fucking talk to her that way,â Eddie mumbled weakly from the ground.
Jason turned, kicking Eddie hard in the stomach. âShut the fuck up! Youâve done enough!â
You were sobbing, tears streaming down your face as you tried to get your brother to stop. âJason, please! Just go!â
âDo you know how embarrassing it is to be your brother?â Jason said, turning back to you. âYou disgraced the whole fucking family, whoring around town. Everyone knows what you are. Thatâs the only reason heâs here - he knows youâre easy.â
The words hit as if heâd punched you, too. âI hate you!â
âI donât fucking care if you hate me,â 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. âOh fuck, oh jesus-â
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.
âEddie, Iâm so sorry,â you cried. âIâm so fucking sorry. I never should have brought you here. I never should have-â
âNot your fault, princess,â he said weakly, grabbing onto your hand. It broke your heart.
âIt is,â you said softly. âIt is my fault.â
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.
âCould be worse,â Eddie said, wincing as pain shot through his jaw.
ââŠItâs pretty bad, Eds,â you said gently. You wiped the last of the blood off his cheek, then lowered your hand with a sigh.
âDoes it make me look tough?â he asked, grinning slightly - until he winced again, his whole head feeling like heâd been hit by a truck.
âEddieâŠâ you looked down at your feet. âI donât think we can see each other anymore.â
Eddieâs face dropped. âBaby, no. Please. Donât say that.â
âThis is my fault,â you said. âI knew what Jason would do if he caught us. And I did it anyway, I brought you here anyway.â
âBabyâŠâ Eddie reached for your hand. âI 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.â
âI just canât live with myself after that,â you said. âI canât live with myself knowing youâre in danger because of me, knowing your life is going to be worse because of me.â
Eddie chuckled, but there wasnât much humor behind it. âBaby, Jason has already hated me. Thatâs nothing new.â
âYou werenât fucking his twin sister before.â
âThat just makes it better,â he said. âPlease, princess. Donât do this. I- I love you.â The words struck both of you deep - neither of you expected it. âI love you, and I canât lose you now that I have you. I couldnât live with that. Please.â
âEdâŠâ you sighed. âI think you should go home.â
Eddie just looked at you. You werenât 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.
âBaby, please, donât- donât do this,â his voice cracked.
You shook your head. âGo home, Eds.â
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 wasnât 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 didnât understand, but they didnât turn on you, at least. It felt like they were your only friends for a while.
âReally?â Steve had said, after pulling you into the locker room at school to talk privately. âEddie Munson? You let that freak touch you like that?â
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 youâd done.
âI like him, Steve,â you said, defeated.Â
âI just donât understand.â He shook his head. âYou could have had anyone- we couldâve- you were mine.â
âWe broke up,â you reminded him. âRemember? It was nothing but sex between us anymore.â
Steveâs face crumpled - as if he finally realized how he had lost you, and that it was his fault. âBaby-â
âHeâs good to me,â you said. âHe was good to me.â
He looked at you, pained. âAnd I wasnât.â
It wasnât a question.
You didnât 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 didnât exist. His friends snickered at you in the hallway, whispering things like âslutâ, âwhoreâ, âfreak fuckerâ. You didnât 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. Heâd 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 didnât deserve to get involved with you. He deserved better than what heâd have to deal with.
You hadnât 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 wasnât exactly in any shape to fight.
A couple of days after the incident, he noticed you werenât 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 hadnât been at school for a week, he decided heâd 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 heâd 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 didnât 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. âEddie-â
âPlease,â he said, cutting you off. âPlease. Can I come in? I just want to talk.â
You hesitated. Finally, you stepped back, letting him into the house. âYeah, come in.â
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.
âOh, uh, these are for you,â he said, handing you the bouquet of tulips. You took them and brought them to your noise, smiling softly.
âThank you,â you said. âLet me get a vase for it.â
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.
âCome on. Letâs go to my room.â
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 werenât taking any chances.
âEddie-â
âPlease, just listen to me,â he said. He grabbed your hands in his. âI know I messed up-â
âItâs not about that,â you said. âI swear itâs not about that. I justâŠwatching Jason hurt you like that- I couldnât live with myself. Iâve felt like shit since it happened. It was my fault.â
âBaby, no.â He pulled you closer. âYou canât blame yourself for something your asshole brother did.â
âI do, though,â you mumbled. âI know how he is. And I brought you here. I thought heâd be at practice, but I was wrong, and you paid for it.â
âAnd Iâd do it again if it meant I could be with you.â
You looked up at him with sad eyes, tears brimming. Gently, you raised your hand and rested it on the side of Eddieâs battered face. âLook at you, Eddie.â
âI donât care,â he said. âI donât give a fuck about Jason or any of his friends, I promise you. I donât care about Steve Harrington. I donât care about anyone in Hawkins the way I care about you.â
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 didnât 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. âI love you. I mean that. And Iâd do anything to make sure you know it.â
âI do know it,â you whispered. âAnd IâŠI love you too.â
Eddie smiled. âThen thatâs all that matters.â
You shook your head, a breathless chuckle. âYouâre crazy, Eddie Munson.â
His smile only grew. âOnly for you.â
Being Eddieâs 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 didnât matter to you. Eddie loved you, he worshipped the ground you walked on. It was different - youâd never been treated that way before.
Youâd never had someone love you like that.
Jason and Steve were not happy, but you couldnât have cared less. Steve continued to try to get you back - the first time heâd 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 didnât give up the idea that youâd come to your senses one day.
Things with Jason were even worse. He wouldnât even speak to you, wouldnât look at you. He pretended you didnât exist at home. You honestly preferred it that way.
Eddieâs friends couldnât 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, theyâd all just stare.
âHi, princess,â 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. Heâd recovered since the Jason incident, his bruises fading and cuts healing. He looked like himself again - your handsome boyfriend.
âMissed you,â you mumbled against his lips. You kissed him again, longer this time.
âI watched you practice,â he said, laughing again. âIâve been here the whole time.â
You shrugged, unable to wipe the grin off your face. âStill missed you.â
You knew you had an audience, but you didnât care. He sat you back down on your feet, his arms still wrapped around you. âReady to go?â
âFuck yeah,â you said. âGet me out of here.â
You climbed into the passenger seat of Eddieâs 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 couldnât 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 canât help being obsessed with you, even though he knows youâre unattainable. The single most popular girl in school - and the hottest heâs 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 youâre 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!!
Eddieâs 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.
âFuck,â 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 didnât know if he could hold off- he was going to cum, hard.
âYou like that?â he whispered to your picture, eyes locked on you. âYâlike when I fuck you like this? Taking this thick cock in your little pussy?â A shaky groan clawed its way out of his throat, his eyes fluttering closed before he snapped them open to look at you again.
âFuck, baby, Iâm gonna cum,â he whined. âYouâre gonna make me cum so hard. Gonna give it to you, give you everything.â
His eyes traveled up your body in your yearbook photo, lingering on your tits before finally locking in on your face.
âShit.â 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.
âYou want me to cum?â he whined to your picture. âWanna see how hard you make me cum, baby?â
He moved his hand faster, fucking his fist. The wet noise of his hand on his cock filled the room, along with Eddieâs 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 couldnât 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 wasâŠa 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 Jasonâs 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. Heâd always been popular, but ask anyone - the King title was always Steveâs 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 heâs lucky. Come home, daydream about you, get so hard he canât stand it. Pull out your picture and jerk off while thinking about you, cum so hard he canât think - then the guilt, the remorse.
And, fuck, heâd have to face you tomorrow. You, Carol, and Tina always bought from him every other Friday. Heâd have to look you in the eyes, knowing what he just did.
Well, it wasnât 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 werenât 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 doesnât exist - until next time. Fuck. God, he really was a creep, wasnât he?
âDonât look at me like that,â 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.
âOh, fuck, Steve!â
âYeah,â 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. âFuck, take it. God, youâre such a fucking slut.â
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.
âCanât believe you let me do this,â he grunted into your ear, a smirk on his lips. He squeezed your neck harder. Fuck, he was gonna leave bruises again. Youâd 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.
âMake a fucking mess on my cock, baby,â he whispered in your ear. âLet me feel how hard you can cum for me. Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me- shit, Iâm not gonna last much longer-â
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 didnât 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. âMotherfucker, you werenât supposed to finish inside!â
âRelax, Iâve got Plan B money.â He slapped your ass, grinning like an asshole. âBesides, you know I always cum inside you.â
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 werenât 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. âYou coming to my party tonight?â
âUm, yeah,â you said - as if you ever missed a party. âWeâre picking up the weed after school, donât worry about it.â
âCool,â he smirked. His eyes dropped down to your ass again before going back to your face. âYouâre gonna make Munson cream his pants. You know how he feels about the uniform.â
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.
âI feel bad,â you said. You put the top back on your lipstick, smacking your lips together. âHeâs a nice guy.â
âMunson?â Steve snorted. âDudeâs a-â
âA freak, yeah I know.â
âWell, donât feel bad for him,â Steve said. He fixed his hair in the mirror, somehow without noticing the kiss prints and hickies on his neck. âWe get a discount, he gets to talk to you and look up your skirt a little. Itâs a win-win situation.â
You frowned. You werenât so sure you felt good about it, but you didnât push it. You knew the friend group relied on you for this - itâs not like any of you were hurting for money, but still.
âYouâre just using what you were blessed with, baby,â he winked. âItâs not like you have to fuck him.â
The idea of that was so outlandish it nearly made you laugh. âYeah. No.â
âJust make sure you lay it on thick. Let him think heâs got a shot,â Steve snorted. His hand slid up your skirt, grabbing your ass tightly in his hand. âEveryone knows all this belongs to me, anyway.â
âSteve, we are not together,â you reminded him.
âSo?â He kissed your neck, a light hand shaped bruise starting to bloom there. âStill mine.â
It wasnât, but you let him believe what he wanted. Steve finally stepped away from you, picking up his backpack from the floor against the wall. âIâm gonna sneak out before anyone notices we were in here together. Iâll see you.â
âSee ya.â
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.
âWhat were you doing in the menâs locker room?â
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 youâd just left.
âNothing,â you said. âSteve forgot something and asked me to run and get it.â
Jason didnât believe you for a second. âDo you always have to be such a slut?â he hissed, so quiet for only you to hear, even though the hallway was deserted.
You rolled your eyes. âI wasnât doing anything.â
âYou think I believe that?â he scoffed. âI know you. You know Steve talks, right? Do you know how fucking embarrassing that is? That everyone knows how my sister puts out?â
You reeled back, jaw dropping. âJason Michael Carver.â
âOh, do not full name me-â
âYou just called me a slut!â You threw your arms up in the air. âYouâre such a saint. Iâm sure you and Chrissy have never done anything.â
âIf we do, itâs in private,â he spat. âBecause Chrissy has respect for herself, unlike you.â
âWhatever.â You pushed past Jasonâs shoulder, flipping him off over your shoulder as you walked to class. âAsshole.â
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.
âWhere were you?â Carol whispered, chewing her bubblegum.
Your cheeks heated. âWith Steve.â
She rolled her eyes. âI could have guessed that.â She leaned over the aisle, getting closer to you. âWhere?â
You almost didnât want to tell her. âMenâs locker room.â
Her eyes went wide before she gave you a look. âGirl.â
You shrugged, heat rushing to your cheeks even more. âNo one saw us.â As the memory came back to you, you winced. âWell, Jason kind of caught me coming out and put it together.â
Carol stifled her giggle with her hand. âOh my god. I bet he was pissed.â
You nodded, widening your eyes. âSo pissed.â You pulled your notebook out, flipping to a clean page. âGood thing I donât give a fuck if Jasonâs mad.â
âHeâs gonna kick Steveâs ass one of these days,â Carol said, turning back to her own book. âIf I donât do it first.â
Your friends werenât Steveâs biggest fans either. They thought Steve treated you like shit, which, they werenât really wrong. It was worse when you and Steve actually were together. He hadnât been a good boyfriend at all. Now, they were just disappointed you kept sleeping with him.
âHe just doesnât want to be embarrassed,â you mumbled. âHe doesnât actually care about me.â
âI think thatâs enough to get Steveâs ass beat.â
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 didnât 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 didnât 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-
âEarth to Eddie,â Gareth said, shoving Eddie hard in the shoulder. âGod, snap out of it, man.â
Eddie jumped, looking at Gareth - he quickly snapped his head back in your direction, but heâd already lost you in the crowd. Great. He turned back to Gareth with a scowl on his face.
âWhat, man?â he snapped.
âOh, come on. You canât seriously be mad I interrupted you staring at Miss Queen of Hawkinsâ ass.â
âYou know what?â Eddie said, stopping at his locker. âYeah, I am. I was enjoying the view.â
âYeah. I know.â Gareth rolled his eyes. âYouâd think one day youâd stop chasing that pipe dream.â
âIâm not chasing a dream,â Eddie grumbled. âYou think I donât know perfectly well I have no chance with her? Iâm not delusional.â
âSometimes I wonder.â Gareth leaned against the lockers, watching Eddie shove his books in his own disaster of a locker. âWhy donât you try to be interested in someone else? That girl at The Hideout last week was flirting with you, I swear-â
âI just wasnât interested,â Eddie shrugged. âShe wasnât my type.â
âYeah, because your type is the fairer Carver twin.â Gareth looked at Eddie, like he had him all figured out. It pissed Eddie off. âYouâre going to be a virgin forever at this rate.â
âYouâre a virgin, too!â Eddie hissed, trying to not alert the entire Hawkins student body to the embarrassing truth about both of them. âSo donât act like youâve got shit figured out, or even know the first thing about women.â
âYouâre being testy because I interrupted your ass-staring time. Got it, wonât do it again.â Gareth pushed off the lockers. âYou cool off, and Iâll see you in the cafeteria.â
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.
âAbout time you made it in here,â Jeff said, watching Eddie take a bite of his ham sandwich. Eddie looked irritated, chewing his food and avoiding eye contact with anyone.
âHe was too busy staring at you-know-who,â Gareth snorted.
âBig surprise,â Grant muttered.
âWho?â Dustin asked. âWho are you talking about?â
Gareth happily got the first syllable of your name out before Eddie cut him off. âDude, shut the fuck up.â
But he had said enough for the boys to put the pieces together. âCarver?â Mike asked. âJasonâs sister?â
âOh, dude,â Dustin said.
âThanks, Gare,â Eddie sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.
âOh yeah,â Gareth said, ignoring Eddie. âHeâs been obsessed with her for as long as I can remember. You should see when they have class together. Oh, and todayâs his favorite day, because every other Friday she-â
âGareth, shut up!â Eddie snapped. âFuck, come on, man.â
âWell, thatâs just a waste of time,â Dustin said, as if he were surprised his DM would be obsessed with you. You werenât exactly what heâd imagine to be Eddieâs type - although, you were kind of everybodyâs type.
âOh, he knows,â Gareth said. âHeâs just that whipped. Totally wrapped around her perfectly manicured finger. And she barely even knows who he is.â
âShe knows who I am,â Eddie grumbled.
âOnly because you sell her and her friends drugs,â Jeff commented.
Eddie didnât say anything. He wasnât so sure Jeff was wrong, although he didnât want to admit it to himself. He knew he didnât 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 wasnât in it - heâd be seeing you first and that was all he could think about.
He watched you from across the cafeteria - the way youâd 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 werenât 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.
âWell well, good afternoon, ladies,â Eddie greeted, putting on his usual confident smile and sauntering around the table. âWhat can I do you for today?â
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 didnât 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.
âHey, Eddie,â you said, and his stomach did flips at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. âJust the usual.â
He bowed his head. âYou got it. Anything for the prettiest girl in Hawkins.â He flipped open his lunchbox with a flourish, pulling out the ounce of weed heâd already weighed and bagged in preparation of this meeting.
You giggled, hand fiddling with your gold cross necklace. Eddieâs eyes dropped down with the motion, letting them linger on your tits. You didnât miss it.
âHowâs the band?â you asked, crossing one foot in front of the other.
âOh, you know, making it big,â Eddie said, dangling the baggie from his hand. âAll five of our fans are loving our new stuff.â
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.
âMaybe Iâll have to come see you sometime,â 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.
Eddieâs 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.
âOh, uh, yeah, definitely,â he said once heâd remembered it was his turn to speak. âI, uhâŠyeah. At The Hideout, Tuesday nights. You should definitely come.â
âIâll keep that in mind.â You tilted your head with a smile - crossing your legs. Show over. Just a tease. âHow much do we owe you?â
â20 for the ounce?â he offered, finally meeting your eyes again. âThatâs 50% off. Youâre robbing me blind, sweetheart.â
âAw, Eddie,â you cooed, hopping off the table. âYouâre so sweet. What would we do without you?â
Eddie was blushing hard, feeling more flustered than he usually did - you usually werenât this flirty. âI, uh- I donât- I mean yeah, of course, itâs no problem. Not for you, princess.â
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.
âThank you, Eddie,â you purred, and the sound of you saying his name again had his cock throbbing in his pants. âI appreciate it.â
âOf course,â he said, lost in your eyes. You were standing so close he couldnât think straight. âAny time. Seriously, just, uhâŠsay the word.â
âI will.â Fuck, were you flirting? You handed the weed off to Carol, who stuffed it in her purse. âYou should come to a game sometime.â
Eddie couldnât even think straight. It took him an embarrassingly long time to respond. âOh, yeah, definitely. I-I love basketball. I loveâŠâ he mimed cheerleading, or at least the most basic pom-pom waving kind. âWhat you do is cool.â
You giggled again. âCool. Iâll see you there one of these days, right?â
âOh, yeah, for sure,â Eddie nodded enthusiastically. âYeah. Of course.â 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.
âGood. Iâve got to get ready for the game, butâŠâ You stepped closer to him, like right up against him. He gulped. âThank you, Eddie. Youâre always so sweet.â
You stood on your toes in your perfect white sneakers and kissed him on the cheek.
Eddie was frozen. He didnât 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 heâd 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.
âOh my god, is that a handprint?â Chrissy asked, completely scandalized, her eyes wide. âWho did that to you?â
You glanced over at her briefly - Chrissy was a sweet girl, but she was also very naive. âNo, itâs nothing. Just, uhâŠwore my seatbelt too tight.â
The excuse didnât 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 didnât 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 friendsâ characters through it.
As the game went on, though, Eddie found himself distracted. He couldnât 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 didnât 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 wasnât 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 heâd 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. ButâŠ
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 hadnât crossed before. He felt a little disgusted at himself, butâŠalso excited. This was thrilling.
He rounded the corner and came face to face with the door to the womenâs 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 womenâs locker room was much different than the menâs. For one thing, it didnât 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 wasnât hard to find your locker. Everyoneâs 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 arenât 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 couldnât believe they were real.
Then he brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply.
Fuck. Eddie couldnât 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 couldnât wait to get home.
You rolled up to Steveâs 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.Â
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 youâd 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.
âYeah, itâs a lot,â Heather laughed as you made a face, the alcohol burning on the way down.
âSteveâs looking for you, by the way,â Tina said, giving you a smirk. âSaid when I see you to tell you to meet him out back.â
You rolled your eyes. Of course he was. But for some reason, you could never resist Steve. Itâs not even that you loved him, or had particularly strong feelings for himâŠhe just always got what he wanted.
âI think I need to be a little more drunk first.â You downed your first drink - to the shocked expressions of your friends - and immediately poured yourself another.
âBe careful,â Carol whispered against your ear, leaning close to you so you could hear her over the music. âDonât get so drunk you let him take advantage of you again.â
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 wasnât 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.
âAbout time,â he said, holding an arm out for you. You took your place under it. âI was beginning to think youâd stood me up.â
âNever,â you said - an honest answer. You noticed he still had obvious hickies in his neck, but heâd 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. âWanna go upstairs with me, baby?â
Your skin tingled, like static electricity in your bloodstream. You were a little unsteady on your feet, letting Steve hold you up. âOkay.â
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.
âGod, I want you,â 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.
âWant you too, Stevie,â 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.
âFuck,â he muttered as he leaned forward, mouthing at your tits. âShit, youâre so hot. So fucking hot, baby.â 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 Steveâs 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 - heâd had plenty of experiences with girls where he couldnât even get it in - so it could be uncomfortable, but god, once you got used to it? It was incredible.
âAlmost in, baby,â he mumbled soothing words against your cheek. âAlmost in you, just a little bit more. You can take it, you always do.â
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 Steveâs 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.
âSo, so good, baby,â he praised, voice muffled against your skin. âMaking me feel so good, taking this dick like that. God youâre such a slut, you always take it-â
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-
âFuck- shit, Iâm cumming,â 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.
âAre you serious?â 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.
âIâm sorry, baby. You just felt so good.â Steve winked and smirked at you, looking like he wasnât 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.
âYouâre a dick,â you mumbled. You felt angry - you felt used. Steve always made you feel used.
âDonât be like that, baby,â he cooed, but he was still smiling like he found the whole situation funny. âYou know how I feel about you. You know youâre my favorite girl.â
You werenât having it. âWhereâs the Plan B money?â
Steve frowned. âMy walletâs on the desk.â
You walked over to the desk sitting against the wall, seeing Steveâs expensive leather wallet laying on top. You flipped it open and plucked out the bills to cover the emergency contraceptive.
âBaby, seriously. Donât be like this.â 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 didnât care right now.
You slammed Steveâs 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 couldnât stand to be at this party for another second.
Eddie had rushed home, speeding even faster than he usually did. His heart wouldnât 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 couldnât stop thinking about them and what heâd done.
He was relieved to see Wayne gone when he got home. He didnât want to be interrupted.
He locked up behind himself before heading straight for his room - fuck eating, he couldnât wait another second. He was already half hard as he pulled his shirt off, then reached for the joint heâd 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 hadnât 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 couldnât 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 wouldnât be satisfied until he made you cum harder than you ever had. Itâs 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. âShit,â 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.Â
He reached into his bedside table and pulled out the yearbook. It was a surprise the pages werenât stuck together at this rate. He flipped straight to the dog eared page, letting out a groan at the sight of you.
âYouâre so beautiful, baby,â he whispered to your picture as he stroked himself faster. âFuck. Did you wear these just for me today? Did you know how fucking crazy it would drive me?â
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.
âYeah, baby,â 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. âDâyou like when Iâm this hard for you? You wanna feel me deep inside your little cunt?â
Eddieâs 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 heâd bend you in half, let you show him just how flexible you are. Heâd spread your legs wide, watching his cock disappearing into that tight cunt. His hips bucked up into his fist.
âChrist, baby,â Eddie groaned. âYouâd be so good, I know you would. Youâd 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-â
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 âAh ah ahâs 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. âThatâs it, thatâs it. Good girl, so good for me. So fucking beautiful. Take this big cock, sweetheart, let me fuck that pretty pussy - fuck fuck fuck-â
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.
âYou want my cum?â he whispered. âIâll give it to you, baby. Gonna cum so hard, all for you. âm so close, baby, just- fuck- just a little more, almost fuckinâ there-â
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.
Eddieâs 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 youâd 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 didnât 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.Â
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 heâd done - and what heâd 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 wasnât prepared for the guilt heâd 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 couldnât 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 Carverâs sister, and the coolest girl heâd 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 heâd realized. His mouth watered, he longed to reach out and touch you.
âI canât believe him,â Carol said quietly to you, and Eddie strained to hear the whispered conversation.
âI can,â you shrugged. âHeâs always beenâŠselfish.â
Who were you talking about?Â
âYou need to stop sleeping with him,â Carol said. Eddieâs stomach clenched at the words - Steve. You were talking about Steve. âHeâs no good for you. And you know heâs already told Tommy and all the guys about Friday night?â
âIâm sure he left out the part where he finished in a couple minutes and didnât return the favor.â
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 didnât exist, as usual, but as they passed each other Jason reached out, knocking Eddieâs books out of his hands.
âSorry, freak,â 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.
âWhat, not gonna follow Carver into the lunch line to stare at her ass some more?â Gareth teased, and Eddie hated how obvious he must have been.
âShut the fuck up,â Eddie muttered. He flipped his lunchbox open, reaching for the bag of chips heâd packed. His fingers itched for a cigarette instead.
âI just canât believe itâs Carver that Eddieâs obsessed with,â Dustin said. âLikeâŠthatâs not what I imagined your type to be whatsoever.â
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 wouldnât make things any better.
âYeah, it makes no sense,â Gareth said, poking at his mac and cheese. âLike, yeah sheâs hot as hell, but sheâs also a Carver. Ms. Stuck up Queen of Hawkins.â
âCome on Gareth, be nice,â Jeff scolded. Then, a raised eyebrow - âbut really Eddie? Her?â
âSheâs-â 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. âSheâs nice.â
âSure,â Grant said.
Eddie didnât want to talk about the subject anymore. You were his, and he didnât 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 wasnât 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 Rickâs 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, Jeffâs 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.
âAbout time,â Gareth complained. âWhat, did you follow Carver home to peek through her windows first?â
âHa, ha,â 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 Eddieâs cramped bedroom. While Eddie opened his stash box to pull out the blunt heâd rolled earlier, they found a place to sit. Then-
âEddie, are you fucking kidding?â Gareth asked.
Eddie froze. He turned around slowly - finding Gareth standing next to the bed, holding your panties. His stomach dropped to his feet.
âUh, what are those?â Jeff asked, brows furrowed in confusion. He leaned in for a closer look - yeah, those were definitely panties.
âAre these what I think they are?â Gareth asked, his voice rising.
âUh- no, I mean-â
âWhat are you talking about?â Grant asked, confused, feeling like he was out of the loop. He didnât connect the dots, until-Â
âYou stole her panties?â Gareth choked out. âHow did you- Eddie, what the fuck-â
Eddie snatched the panties from Garethâs hand quickly, tossing them into the bedside drawer for now. Gareth watched - spotting the well-loved yearbook laying inside. âDude, is that your jerk off drawer?â
Eddieâs face was bright red. âGareth. Shut the fuck up.â
âOh my god,â Jeff said, looking between Eddie and Gareth. âYou are obsessed with her.â
âThose arenât hers!â Eddie said quickly, frantically trying to come up with an excuse. âTheyâreâŠyou know, probably got mixed up with my clothes at the laundromat, it happens sometimes-â
âSo you just kept some strangerâs panties?â Gareth asked with his eyebrows raised, not believing a word out of Eddieâs mouth.
Eddie sighed. That was worse, wasnât it? âOkay, theyâre hers. But Iâm not- I didnât- look, they were there, and-â
Gareth held up his hand. âI donât want to hear any more about your obsession with Carver. Whatever illegal creepy pervert shit you did to get those, I donât wanna know. Letâs just smoke this blunt and talk about the campaign.â
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 couldnât 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.
âExcellent, Carver!â Coach Mills yelled from her spot on the sidelines. âAbsolutely beautiful.â
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 didnât watch practice often, but when he couldâŠ
God, you were so good. It wasnât 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 didnât 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 didnât 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 couldnât 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.
âIâm going to shower before everyone else uses all the hot water,â your friend - Sarah? Lauren? - said, picking up her gym bag. âYou coming?â
âYou can go ahead,â you said. âI like waiting until everyoneâs gone. Itâs peaceful.â
Your friend shrugged her shoulders. âSuit yourself.â
The words youâd just said bounced around in Eddieâs head. You like waiting until everyoneâs gone. That means youâd 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 womenâs 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 moreâŠ
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 hadnât 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 didnât hear anything at all.
ââŠHello?â 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 hadnât 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. Heâd come this far, he was going to follow through with it.
God? I know you never hear from me, because I donât believe in you, but please donât 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.
âCome on, baby.â
Eddie froze. You werenât alone.
âI said Iâm done!â you exclaimed, sounding fed up. âThe party was my limit, Steve, seriously. Iâm sick of you and how you only care about yourself.â
âBaby, please. Donât be like that.â
Eddie could practically hear the smirk in Harringtonâs 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.
âDonât be like what, Steve?â
âDonât be a fucking bitch.â
Eddieâs 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.
âIâm not being a bitch. Iâm just done with you.â You sat the bow on the counter, picking up your hairbrush and beginning to comb it through your hair.
âYou know you donât mean that.â 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 couldnât make out.
You giggled. Was this douchebagâs bullshit really working on you? Eddie clenched his fist - he fucking hated that guy.
His eyes darted down to follow the movement - Steveâs 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 couldnât hear at all, but the more he said the more you leaned back into him, hairbrush forgotten on the counter as Steveâs 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. Eddieâs eyes went wide - oh shit.
âYou wanna be a fucking brat?â 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, butâŠ
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 couldnât quite see with Steveâs 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 couldnât blame him - Eddie would do the same.
âWhy donât you show me why they call you the King, Steve,â you taunted, pushing your ass back against his hips. Eddieâs breath hitched.
Steve hissed at the contact against his cock, then chuckled, slapping your ass one more time. âOh, baby. Iâll have you screaming my name before you know what fuckinâ hit you.â
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 Eddieâs 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.Â
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 didnât 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.
âYou like that?â Steve huffed. âYou like watching yourself get fucked?â
Oh god.
âYes,â you moaned, practically crying out as Steve rutted his cock into you at a brutal pace. âI love watching you fuck me.â
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.Â
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.
âEddie, Eddie, Eddie!â you would cry instead.
Why donât 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.
âSteveâŠoh god,â you whimpered, body nearly going limp in Steveâs arms. ââm gonna cum.â
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.
âCome on, baby, make a mess all over my cock for me. Wanna feel you cum around me,â 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 couldnât 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.
âOh my god, oh my god,â you cried. âI- oh fuck, oh my god-â
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.
âKnew youâd come back,â 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.
âI wouldnât say that,â you mumbled. You pulled your top and sports bra over your head, pushed your skirt to the floor. âI was horny and you asked.â
âSure, baby,â Steve smirked. He ran his hand over your ass again. âJust remember all this belongs to me. And everyone knows it.â
âIâm going to take a shower.â You ignored him, grabbing your bag and heading for the showers. Eddie backed up away from the curtain, afraid youâd see him through the crack.
âWant me to join you?â he asked, but he was already picking up his backpack.
âGo home, Harrington.â
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 didnât 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 heâd done - heâd be even more of a Hawkins pariah than he already was. That didnât bother him as much as the thought that youâd hate him.
He tried to stop thinking about you, he really did. He didnât 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 heâd 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 didnât often go hand in hand.
And when you approached him after class Thursday, he swore his heart stopped. Thatâs the only way youâd 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.
âHey Eddie,â 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.
âO-ohâŠhey,â he greeted you back, trying to look casual as he was freaking out. âWhatâs up?â
âI was just thinkingâŠâ 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. âAre you free tonight?â
He couldnât help it - his eyes widened, mouth parting in shock before he could mask his surprise. âYes- um, I mean, yeah. Iâm free. What for?â
âCould we maybeâŠmeet?â 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. âOur usual spot?â
âYeah? Yeah, of course,â he said quickly, nodding his head, curls bouncing. â3:30?â
âThatâs perfect.â You smiled even bigger at him, looking like an absolute angel. âThanks, Eddie. See you there.â
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 wasnât 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. Theyâd 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 didnât have much on him today - he wasnât 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 heâd say - he had to be confident. He couldnât 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 didnât know if heâd 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 Eddieâs 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.
âWoah,â he said, casual, although the feeling of touching you, having you in his arms, sent his heart racing. âCareful, sweetheart.â
âThanks,â you said, your cheeks hot as you stood back up. âEmbarrassing.â
âNot at all.â Eddie smiled kindly, and you realized in that moment that he had a really nice smile. A pretty smile. Eddie wasnât 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. âWhat can I help you with today, princess? Iâm a little low on supply today, but I can get more from home.â
You looked around. âI had just been thinkingâŠâ You tapped your fingernails nervously on the wood, avoiding Eddieâs eyes. âI guess I was just wonderingâŠif you have anythingâŠstronger?â
Eddieâs eyes widened. He hadnât been expecting that. He was shocked enough when heâd 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?
âUmâŠâ he thought for a second, mentally going over his supply. âI donât have anything on me, but at the house I have some stuff. Have you ever done shrooms?â
You broke out into a grin. âNo. Have you?â
âOh yeah,â he laughed. âI, uh, have some at the house, if you want toâŠget some?â
You smiled even bigger. âOh, hell yeah. That sounds amazing.â You thought for a second. âI could ride home with you after practice?â
Eddie practically choked on air at that. âRide- home? With me? To my house?â
You laughed, although a little awkwardly. âYeah. You did say it was at the house, right? I mean I definitely donât have to if you donât want me to-â
âNo!â Eddie said, too fast and too loud. âNo. I mean, yeah, itâs fine. You canâŠuh, weâll ride to my place together after practice. Iâll hang around.â
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?
âCool,â you smiled. âYou can always come watch practice, yâknow, if you want.â
Eddie wasnât about to say he had watched practice multiple times already, so he just nodded. âYeah. Okay, yeah, Iâll hang out and watch.â
You smiled even bigger. You actually looked excited at the thought of Eddie watching you practice. âPractice ends at 5, so we can go to your place then.â Something occurred to you then, your smile fading. âWill your, uhâŠparents be there?â
âNo, I live with my uncle,â Eddie explained. âAnd he works nights at the plant making the big bucks, soâŠjust us.â
You seemed relieved at that. âThat must be cool, having the house to yourself all night.â
Eddie shrugged sheepishly. âIt can be. I usually just get high and fuck around on my guitar until I pass out.â And, you know, jerk off to your picture with your panties and lotion. Itâs not like he had any girls coming over.
Until now. This would be the first time heâd ever had a girl over, and it was you. He had to be dreaming, right?
âSounds like a good night,â you giggled. You stood from the table, throwing your bag over your shoulder. âI have to run to practice now, but Iâll see you after?â
âYeah, of course. Wonât let you down,â Eddie said, then felt like a total idiot. âIâll meet you out front.â
âSounds good.â You gave him that beautiful smile, the one that always sent him reeling. âSee you then, Eddie.â
He watched you go, frozen in place. Itâs 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 thereâs more)
A/N: After an extremely long hiatus, Iâm 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 itâs definitely nowhere near finished. This part is about 5K words, but Iâve 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 youâre 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 thatâs about it. It was a bare necessities type of town.
The residents didnât ask questions or go poking their noses into othersâ 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 didnât 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 werenât 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 didnât 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 armâs 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 hadnât 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 âPapa.â
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 didnât 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 didnât 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 wasnât what you wanted for your future. She had helped you become ânormalâ 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 wasnât 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. âHere you go! Have a good night and enjoy your food!â you smiled. You handed over the bag that held a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken.
âYou too,â 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 didnât entirely make sense. Not all customers were like that. Some wouldnât 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 wasnât anyone else in line at the drive-thru so you went ahead and started wiping down the black counters.
âI guess we should start shutting down,â Polly called from deeper in the kitchen.
âYeah might as well,â 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 werenât 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.
âIâm done up front.â 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. âIâm just about finished up here. It was a slow night so I had time to clean in between customers.â 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.
âSoâŠâ Grant started. âI went on a date with Katie last night.â
You smiled and looked at him. âHow did it go?â 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.
âIt went good. At least I think it did. Yeah- yeah it went good.â He nodded, chewing on the inside of his lip.
âDid you ask her to go out again?â 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. âYeah.â
âAnd what did she say?â you dragged out the last word, eager to know.
âShe said yes.â He grinned and shuffled his feet a little, doing a little happy dance.
You raised your eyebrows and smiled. âGrant, oh my god! Finally.â
Polly walked in running her fingers through her hair. âWhatâs goinâ on?â
âGrant here has finally got a second date,â you said, looking at the man of the hour.
Pollyâs mouth dropped open and you could see the line that her burgundy lipstick created on the inside of her lips. âNo f-ing way. I didnât know he had it in âem.â
Grant gave her a deadpan face. âYou guys suck.â
Polly snickered, âSure we do.â
âAnywaysâŠâ you started, changing the subject. âWhat are you guys doing this weekend?â
Grant let his head roll back and groaned. âSpring break is starting for my sisters and my mom wants me to drive them to their friends' houses or whatever.â Grant still lived at his parentâs house and had twin sisters in high school. He supplied you guys with constant stories about them and their shenanigans. âBut I have that date with Katie soon.â
âOoo,â 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. âI want Mickey to take me to Indianapolis for a concert next Friday but heâs dragging his feet.â
You shut your eyes and rubbed them. Mickey was Pollyâs latest boyfriend, and not a good one at that. Everything she told you about him made you like him less and less. You hadnât actually met him yet because every time Polly tried to set up a hang out he declined. âGo by yourself if Mickey wonât take you. Or go with that one cousin you have that lives around here.â
She grimaced. âNo. Absolutely not. I'm pretty sure Shelby has a thing for me and weâre cousins. Heâs⊠just no.â She crossed her arms and shook her head, disgusted at the idea. Polly tilted her head up at you, âWhatâre you going to be up to y/n?â
âIâm 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 itâs there.â The music store was a frequent visit for you. So much so that you were on a first name basis with the workers there.
âSounds fun.â Pollyâs voice was monotone. She wasnât really thinking about what you had said at all. She was in her own mind worried about the concert and her boyfriend.
âWell I think thatâs cool. If you find it you need to get me a copy too. Iâll pay you back when I get paid.â The blonde boy had grabbed a toothpick from a jar and had it hanging out of his mouth.
âYeah, Iâll look.â 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. âIâll lock up. You guys go ahead and leave.â He started heading further into the kitchen to grab the keys.
âYou sure?â you called after him.
âYep!â 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 didnât exactly pur but he was in working order. Angus, which was your SUVâs name, was inspired by AC/DCâs Angus Young. He was a trustworthy machine and had been with you since you arrived in Burns Harbor. He hadnât 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 oâclock 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 werenât really any âbad partsâ of town. Not a lot of crime happened and if it did they were dumb, unharmful crimes. You couldnât 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 wasnât 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 wouldnât 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 hadnât.
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 wasnât 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 couldnât feel the stream hitting your body, and the air wasnât 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 âwake up.â 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 didnât 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 didnât 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 wasnât there. Hawkins was in danger and she wasnât 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 wasnât human. It wasnât 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 werenât 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 canât 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 wasnât your problem anymore. You werenât a hero by any means. Sure you had powers just like most comic book heroes, but that didnât 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 couldnât say you were normal either, and you sure couldnât 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 didnât 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 wouldnât be worried when she came home. âbe back in a few days.â 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 wasnât with her parents, but not totally by herself. She worked at the front desk of her parentâs law firm in town. She made decent money considering she hadnât 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 werenât 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 wouldnât 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 didnât lock their doors, you always did. It wouldnât do much to protect against the evils that you knew lurked in Hawkins though.
When the handle didnât 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. Thatâs 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 didnât 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 werenât 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. âGoing somewhere?â he asked. He didnât sound at all interested but you answered anyway.
âYeah, something like that.â 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 âbathroom.â You suddenly had an idea.
âCan I use your bathroom?â 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 workedâŠ
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 thatâs all you could see. âHello?â 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. âHello?â 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. âHey, wake up.â He fidgeted a little.
âWake up!â 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.
âHey! You didnât die in there did you?â the cashier hollered from the other side of the door.
âNo! Iâm alive. Just having some stomach issues,â you called back.
There was silence for a second and you could just imagine the disgust on his face. âOkay.â 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.
âThatâll be twenty-five thirty-one.â
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.
âCome again,â 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 thereâs 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 thereâs 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 wouldnât be a good idea to keep driving. You rolled into a town youâd 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 wasnât 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 wouldnât need overnight- although it was already morning and you wouldnât 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. âCan I get a room? I just need it for a few hours and Iâll be gone later today.â
She looked you up and down with judgmental eyes. âJust one night?â Her voice was crackly and reminded you of tv static in a way.
âI guess,â you responded. âI won't need it overnight or anything. Just for a few hours.â 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. âNineteen ninety-nine,â she said flatly. âAnd I need to see some identification.â
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 wasnât 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 donât 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.
âHave a good night,â 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.
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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.
âI just need to drop this key off,â you said, placing the key on the table in front of him. âI was in room five. I checked in this morning.â
âLeaving so soon?â he asked. His mouth was turned up at one corner as he picked up the key and replaced it on a hook behind him.
âUnfortunately,â you said sarcastically.
He laughed and nodded, understanding what you meant. âWell weâre sad to see you go.â
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 didnât 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 wasnât like they had done anything for you. But they couldnât have known what was going on either. They were innocent. You werenât 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 wasnât terrible, but it wasnât 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 didnât 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 âcurseâ 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 âWelcome to Hawkins, Indianaâ 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 didnât 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 theyâd never seen before in a bright red Jeep in town.
You didnât know where anything was located in town. It had been years since youâd 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 didnât want to stay at another motel, but it didnât look like you really had a choice. You didnât know anyone in town and you sure as hell werenât 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 wouldnât 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 wasnât smoking, nor did it smell particularly like cigarettes in the room. It was cleaner and smelled like coffee.
âHello dear, how can I help you?â 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. âI need a room. Iâm not sure how long Iâm going to be staying thoughâŠâ you trailed off.
âWell thatâs no problem,â she nodded her head and picked up a pen to write in her log book. âI can start you off with two days and then go from there.â
You nodded. âThat sounds good.â You pulled out your wallet and opened up the compartment with the bills. âHow much is it?â
âTwenty-five a night. You can just give me fifty for now,â 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.
âYou chose a bad time to come here young lady. Weâve got a killer on the loose,â 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. âDonât mind Earl dearie. He loves scaring people.â
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 hadnât 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 hadnât had a real meal in hours and it was dinner time. âDo you know any place to eat close by?â you asked.
âOh yes! Just a few buildings down my friend Patty owns a little diner.â 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 werenât 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 didnât 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. âHello there, welcome to Pattyâs! What can I get you to drink?â She waited eagerly with a pen and pad of paper in hand.
âUm⊠just a water please.â
She scribbled something on her pad and nodded. âIâll be right back with that and then Iâll take your order!â
âThank you,â 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 hadnât piqued your interest.
âI heard it was that Munson boy,â the woman tsked. âI knew he was trouble, jusâ like his daddy.â
âWhereâd you hear that from?â the man asked in a hushed voice.
âSamuel called me this morning and said cops were swarminâ âround Munsonâs trailer, and Eddieâs been missinâ since last night. Nobody knows where heâs at,â she answered. âWayne swears that his nephew could never do something like that but I donât believe it for a hot second. If you ask me-â
âDarlene!â he whispered fervently, cutting the woman off. âThereâs Wayne.â
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 manâs nephew- Eddie- is the so-called âmurdererâ the man from the motel mentioned earlier. If the âmurderâ theyâre 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. âHere you goâŠâ she set the drink down in front of you and pulled a straw out of her apron. âDo you know what youâd like to eat yet?â
You were so busy listening in on Darlene and her male friendâs conversation that you didnât even look over the menu. There was one thing that almost all American eateries had though. âA burger please. And fries,â you added.
âAlrightâŠâ she wrote it down on her pad. âIs that all?â
You nodded.
âAlrighty! Iâll be back with your food in a few minutes.â 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 wasnât 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 guyâs uncle. He was quiet and didnât 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 couldnât 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. âHere you go,â she said, setting the burger and fries in front of you. âIf you need anything just flag me down.â
âThank you,â you managed to smile, but were still frazzled from the vision. While you replayed the vision youâd just had you started eating. It was good, but the image in your head wouldnât go away. If you were any normal person your appetite wouldâve ceased immediately at the grotesque scene. But you were starving, and the abilities of the Upside Down werenât anything new to you.
So another person was going to die. You knew the vision wasnât 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 hadnât 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 wasnât sunny there in Hawkins like it was in that last town or Burns Harbor, it was cloudy. The gloomy atmosphere outside matched the townâs 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 wasnât 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 wasnât 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.
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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 werenât sure where you were headed, but it wouldnât 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 wouldnât 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 hadnât 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 thatâs what Keith thought.
âCan I- Can I help you?â he asked, struggling to pick his jaw up off the floor because of you. Heâd never seen you in town before; he would definitely remember if he had.
âUm⊠yeah. Do you have a bathroom?â you asked. You were aware of the way he was looking at you, but you werenât interested.
âYeah- um, itâs back there,â he pointed to the back of the store where the bathroom was.
You nodded and started heading back there. âThanks.â
âNo problem,â he breathed out, eyes trailing after you even when youâd disappeared behind the bathroom door.
You didnât 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 didnât 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. âEddie?â
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. âEddie,â you said again. He clenched his jaw and shook his head. He could clearly hear you but was choosing to ignore you. You couldnât say you blamed him. If you were hearing voices in your head you would try to pretend they werenât there too.
âEddie,â you said one last time.
This time he tilted his head back and looked up to the ceiling⊠then he talked. âGod if thatâs you please, please know that I didnât do it. You must have seen it! I didnât kill her.â
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 couldnât. âEddie, I'm not God.â
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. âI canât see you. Who are you? How- How are you talking to me? Am I going crazy? Oh my god, I am going crazy.â
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. âNo, you arenât going crazy.â
âHow do you know my name then? How can I hear you? What are you?â Boy was he full of questions.
âIâll 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,â you said.
He started shaking his head quickly. âNo, no, no, stop! I didnât- I donât know!â
You opened your eyes and you were back in the bathroom at the Family Video. âFuck,â you muttered. Eddie had pushed you out of his mind, but you couldnât 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 arenât sure. He knew you were back there.
âEverything go okay?â he asked.
â...yeah,â you answered. What an odd question. You felt bad for him though; he was obviously nervous.
âUmâŠâ He wasnât sure what to say, but he didnât want you to leave just yet.
Before he had to struggle to find something to say to you, you spoke. âCan you show me some movies?â
His eyebrows shot up. âOh! Yeah- yeah I can.â He walked out from behind the counter and started walking towards aisles of movies. âSo what are some movies you like?â he asked.
âI like Star Wars, Terminator, Poltergeist, and The Breakfast Club to name a few,â you answered, scanning over all the movies on the shelves.
âThe last oneâs a bit different from the others,â the guy said, laughing awkwardly.
âYeah, it's my roommateâs favorite movie. She rents it all the time so Iâve seen it a bunch.â
âOh.â He nodded. âHave you seen Back to the Future? It came out last year.â He picked up a VHS tape and showed it to you. Marty McFly was printed on the front along with the DeLorean.
âI watched it in a theater whenever it came out actually,â you told him. You realized then that every movie he recommended to you would be something youâve probably already watched. Watching VHS tapes and listening to cassettes were your top two pastimes. You had a feeling that if you told him youâd watched all these movies already he would probably spend all day trying to find one you hadnât watched and you didnât feel like being at the video store all day. âI would love to watch it again though.â
His face lit up. âOkay, sounds good. Um- come over here and I can get you checked out.â You followed him over to the counter and he set his fingers over the keys of a computer but didnât type anything just yet. âSo first I need to know your name.â
âOh itâs y/n y/l/n.â
âOkayâŠâ He squinted at the computer screen while he typed out your name into its database. âCan I get an address?â
You paused for a second and werenât sure what to say. You were only going to be in town for a few days and he didnât really need your address back in Burns Harbor. âIâm actually staying at a motel right now so I donât have one. Could I just give you the money for it and return it on time?â 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. âYeah that- thatâs um, fine. Actually I can just put it under my name, itâs no big deal. I work here so you know⊠just come back and itâs fine.â
âOkay thanks.â 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.
âUh, here you go.â He slid the VHS across the counter. âCome again, to return the tape you know.â
âThank you; I will.â 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 couldnât get out and start knocking on doors; that just wasnât 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 didnât know about? You hadnât 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 didnât 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 couldnât 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 werenât 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 doesnât even know sheâs 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 werenât sure what to do next.
Driving around wasnât 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 didnât 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.
âIs there anything I can help you with dear?â
âWell I was thinking about what that man said earlier⊠Earl was it? He said thereâs a murderer around here right now?â You tried to seem genuinely concerned.
She shook her head, the smile dropping from her face. âHawkins has had a lot of tragedies. Itâs gotten worse these past couple years. A girl died a few nights ago, but it wasnât right. And what I hear people say⊠I just donât believe it.â
âWhat do they say?â
âA boy, Eddie Munson, he lives in that house with his uncle. Heâs 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? Itâs not everyoneâs strong suit. And Wayne speaks so good of him. I donât see him hurting anyone.â 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. âI donât know who, or what, did those horrific things to that girl, but Hawkins isnât safe. I donât know what youâre here for, but I donât suggest staying long.â
She gave you a lasting look, deathly serious. She wanted you to heed her words, even if it meant she lost business. âI make sure that itâs safe here; to the best of my ability. Earl too. He wonât let any harm come to any of our guests. Iâve 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 canât say the same for when you leave. You be careful now.â
You nodded, âYes maâam, of course. Thank you.â
She didnât 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 couldnât believe that people were just up to no good.
Summary: Youâve grown weary of your virtue, and, unfortunately for Eddie, youâve 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: Pavlovâs Bell by Aimee Mann
A/N: I herald his beginning. I herald your end. I heraldâŠexperienced!eddie. Itâs been a while since Iâve 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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âSo, what do you think?â you eagerly ask.Â
Eddieâs 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 stillâfrozen. Heâs not too sure what to make of your plan.Â
Honestly, heâs waiting for you to laugh and tell him it was just a joke. A very unfunny, crass joke.
But you donât, and after what feels like an eternity, he manages a response.
âThat is the worst fucking idea Iâve ever heard, sweetheart, and I listen to every single one of Garethâs âmillion-dollar-cashgrabs.ââÂ
He shakes his head with careful subtltyâlike any sudden movement will scare you into actually committing to this plan.Â
Disbelief clouds his features, heavy and foreboding like the sky before a summer squallâÂ
The nerve. The gumption. The audacity so potent on such an unassuming young woman.Â
You want to lose your virginity to a stranger and youâre, what, warning him first?Â
Itâs like you want him to disrupt your plans.Â
He watches you roll your eyes, all pursed lips and impudence.Â
âOh, seriously?â you sass. âCalm down. Itâs really not that big of a deal.â
Eddie practically chokes on his scoff, and the strangled sound ripples over your body, drawing out the look he knows well. Annoyanceâit forces you to sit up straight.Â
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 knowsâŠthe argument is imminent, but not before he speaks his pieceâ
âNot 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,â his voice raises as he gestures wildly, feeling like a Bible Belt preacher wailing about temptation of the flesh. âLosing your virginity? To a stranger? Thatâs a pretty big-fuckinâ-deal!â
Again, you roll your eyesâblatantly 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 heâs dust on your pristine shoulderâ
A quiet chuckle leaves your lips as you avert your gaze, suddenly finding the speckled laminate far more interesting.Â
Like a puppy hearing an unfamiliar noise, Eddieâs 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 doesnât like the tone of this one. Thereâs something deeply derisive buried beneath the nonchalant surface.Â
âIâm sorry, I mustâve missed the joke there, sweets. Care to clue me in?â he rasps, goading you.
A jeering smirk pulls at your lips, like youâre finding his simmering temper and deepening voice increasingly amusing.Â
After another soft huffâa sound that could almost be mistaken for a scoffâyou level him with a penetrating look, your smirk slowly splitting into an incredulous grin.Â
âSorry,â you start, but a chuckle bubbles up your throat, catching on the clearly insincere apology. âSorry, I just find this whole thing very funny.â
Eddie sucks his teeth as he watches you shrug dismissivelyâno 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.Â
And just like that, out comes your most dangerous weapon: your self-satisfaction.Â
From all his years with you, he knows, when your complacency reaches an all-time high, thereâs almost no way to change your mind. Youâve already doubled down once, and youâre about to batten down the hatches. Because more than anything, he knows you hate being wrong and hate it even more when youâre told youâre wrong.Â
And through festering nerves and itchy discomfort, Eddie realizes he just shot your idea down and danced on its grave.Â
Of course, he wouldnât have had such a strong reaction if it werenât such a sensitive topic. But you donât know that. All youâve heard so far is youâre wrong, and I know more than you.Â
Itâs moments like these where Eddie curses his motormouthâhis 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 heâs 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 heâs not certain he can remain level-headed about this subject matter.Â
Not when itâs you.Â
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 youâre not the bomb, after all.Â
âOh, you find it funny, do you?â he questions, nodding his head.Â
âWell, yeah. Youâre sitting here trying to tell me that, what, losing your virginity is supposed to be special?â you mockingly ask, your features alight with mirth. Itâs like youâre a bloodhound catching a scentâthe scent of sweet, sweet hypocrisy.Â
Eddie opens his mouth to answer your rhetorical question, becauseâŠyes.Â
For you?Â
Yes, it should be specialâ
âYou know what? I want you to go look in a mirror and say what you just said to me, and see if you donât laugh too.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â he argues, jerking his head back. Your words might as well have physically manifested themselves into a slap because thatâs how they feel, acidic and seeping into his skin with a sting.
âPlease! 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!â
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 wasâisâso sweet. So funny. So unlike anyone you had ever met.Â
He would play the fool just to make you laugh, but heâd 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.Â
Then you were a sophomore and Eddie was a seniorâfor the first time.Â
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 wouldâ
Every prideful sentenceâevery dirty detail boasting the changed man he had becomeâacted like a rain of pesticide on your delicate ecosystem.
It was a level of desecration you couldnât undo if you wanted to.Â
And you werenât sure you were even strong enough to try.
Because it became clear that day, he wasnât yours. He wouldnât be yours.Â
You couldnât see him the same after that. The chemicals contaminated the image, degrading and defacing the likeness.Â
He wasnât the man you used to dream about every night.Â
He didnât look like he once hadâso 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.Â
But maybe it was the image of him that was delicateânot truly him.Â
After all, your tears melted the wisps pretty easily.Â
All that was left was piles of sugarâtoo wet for consumption, and not in the right formâand a crash unrivaled by any confectionery youâd ever had.Â
White, hot anger seeps from every pore in Eddieâs skin, replaced by the shocking chill of a memory heâs tried very hard to forget.
He feels like throwing upâ
This. This, right here, is why heâs vehemently opposing your plan. This feeling constricting his chest, like not enough fresh air in the world could inflate his lungsâ
He thought the experience was cool at first. He thought he was being totally âmetal.âÂ
But he was just being used.Â
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 wasnât 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.Â
And now, here you are, sitting in front of him, smug as can be, thinking youâre proving your point with his own hypocrisy.Â
But heâs not a hypocrite.Â
Heâs just a liar.Â
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.Â
Because as much as you may think youâve cornered him with a âgotchaâ moment, your reminder of his past transgressions only makes him all the more passionate about how you should spend your first time.Â
He canât let you feel how he felt.Â
Not you.Â
You deserve better than empty touches and unfeeling words.Â
âYou wore it like a badge of honor!â
Your voice echoing in his mind has a sentiment never meant to be revealed tumbling past his lips with frightening easeâ
âYeah, and I lied!âÂ
Slowly, your self-satisfied smile falls off your face. Confusion overtakes your confidence.Â
Capitalizing on your stunned silence, Eddie continuesâ
âThat first time was fucking awful! I felt like shit. I only acted like it was good because I thought thatâs what I was supposed to doâŠ. Because I was stupid and young.â He utters the words with disdain, mortification and frustration mixing low in his gut until he feels more flammable than ever.
âIt wasnât good,â he repeats, a frown etched tightly into his features. âIt just made me feelâŠempty.â
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.Â
But heâs 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.
âWell, I donât plan on doing it in the Hideout bathroom, so I think weâre good there,â you shrug.
Eddie purses his lips; he knows itâs deliberate. What youâre doing, itâs purposeful, and youâre doing it to piss him off. Because youâre pissed off.Â
Your eyes narrow at his, challenging him in the silence of the trailer.
A huff of air escapes through flared nostrilsâheâs refraining.
But youâre killing him.Â
Sometimes you can be so difficult, but he wouldnât stick around if he wasnât addicted to the agony of trying to figure you out.
Thatâs half the fun of every conversation heâs had with you.Â
You push his buttons more than any woman heâs ever met, but youâve twisted him up so bad, the only time he feels normal is when youâre looking at him. Doesnât matter if itâs with anger or fondness or humor.Â
Youâre a paradox he canât sort out because youâve made him like thisâwires crossed and incendiary feelingsâbut you also have a way of fixing him. Though, itâs usually just to mangle him all over again.
And heâd like to be your only victim. Heâd like to burn in only your pyre, if given the chance.Â
If given the chance.
If given the chance, heâd like to put a stop to this. And with the quasi-warning youâve granted him, he feels this is as good a time as any to poke as many holes in your plan as he canâ
âWhatâs the rush? Why now?â
He can see in your eyes, youâre taken aback by his question as your challenging gaze turns suspicious. âWhat do you mean, âWhy now?â Because I want to, thatâs why.âÂ
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 downâlooking 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 rightâa nervous tick he hopes youâre too annoyed to notice.Â
âWell, yeah, but why not yesterday? Why not a month from now?â He shrugs, feeling flinty resentment sharpen his edges as he continues the onslaught of questions, now bordering on antagonistic. âWhy not prom night a few years ago? Isnât that where all the girls go to lose it? You went, you had a date. You couldâve.â
Your eye twitches.
âBecause I didnât want to, jackass. Iâm ready now. I want to nowâŠâ
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.Â
The soft whistle of the A/C unit and the ticking of the old clock on the wall make him feel like heâs trapped in this liminal space where conversations never truly end because nobodyâs point ever actually gets made. Like heâs just meant to sit here, staring at you, both waiting for the other shoe to drop, but nothing comes. Because thatâs not how the game is played.Â
Unfettered, Eddie continues to look at you, as though youâre something to be watchedâconsumed. A separate entity he canât touch, but he can play the part of an onlooker, waiting for disaster to hit.Â
You squirm and shuffle in your seat. He observes. Waits. Gives you the space to tell on yourself because he knows youâre not strong enough to resist it.
Your eyes sporadically flit from his to random places in the trailer as you avoid his patient gaze.Â
After a few seconds, it appears the opened cereal box and empty beer cans across the room become a bore to you.Â
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.Â
He sees the exact moment you buckle under his unyielding attentionâthe 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.Â
 âIâm tired of being a virgin,â you mutter, shame darkening every syllable. âI just want it over with, I donât care anymore.â
Eddie purses his lips again, nodding, because he understands the feeling. He remembers the pressure. âAnd you donât wanna wait to lose it to someone you love?âÂ
You donât respond. Donât look at him. All you do is laugh. Just a quiet, humorless chuckle. A few notes of melody that tell him youâve got a well of emotions, thoughts, and opinions on the subject that youâll have to spare him for timeâs sake.Â
But Eddieâs not in the business of letting you off easy. As much as you can be difficult sometimes, he can be far worse.Â
He can talk, and talk, and talk for hours. Stall forever if he needs to.
Suddenly, he sits up, hunching his shoulders forward, determined. âI think you should waitâŠ. For someone you love,â he implores.
You roll your eyes again, as though heâs spinning you an opulent fantasy and swearing itâs true.
He crosses his arms, mirroring your own movementâ
âThank you for your input, Iâll take it into consideration.â 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. âOkay. Iâve considered it. And Iâm choosing to ignore it.âÂ
Eddie bristles, sucking in a quick breath to bolster his impending rebuttal, but you donât even let himâ
âI donât know if you've noticed, Eddie, but thereâs a distinct lack of guys lining down the block, waiting to woo me. And thatâs fine, itâs whatever,â you shrug, shaking your head like you couldnât be less bothered. âI canât make someone love me. But this, I can controlâŠâÂ
You snort, mordacious words spewing from your perfect lips. âOne thing I know about men is they may not be quick to love, but theyâre certainly easy to seduce.âÂ
Eddie shifts angrily in his seat. Not quick to love?Â
As if that could be true. Who in their right mindâ
Part of him wants to yell at any guy whoâs ever rejected you, but the other partâthe dark, untamable egoâwants to jump up in celebration, in smug satisfaction that heâs not having to duel for your devotion.Â
But he doesnât do either because love is awful.Â
Itâs like staring into a mirror and all his worst flaws are staring back.Â
Right now, his selfishness is glaring at him, and yet, he canât seem to care. Thatâs the worst part.Â
He should be good. He should be better for you. Should want to be better for you. Itâs what you deserve. But youâve done something irreversible to him.Â
And love is fickle.Â
Because, unfortunately, he can relate to you on one thingâthe woes of not being able to make someone love you.Â
The pain of wanting it and not getting it.Â
If he couldâŠ.Â
If he could get itâŠÂ
If he could make someone love himâif it were possibleâhe wouldnât be stuck here listening to you plot how youâre going to lose your virginity to some guy. Instead, heâd be half-way to the bedroom by now, your hand in his, and a million sweet kisses waiting for you.Â
But love is fickle.Â
âOkay, fine. Yeah, guys are easy, but you canât lose it to a stranger. Thatâs probably the worst way to go about it,â 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, becauseâ
âI meanâŠpeople hook up with people all the time. Some even after theyâve just met at a bar,â you pointedly argue, pinning Eddie to the spot with a time-hardened gaze.Â
His lip curls as he regrets ever opening his mouth that day in â84.
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 Eddieâs assâ
âAnd besides, Iâm not doing it with a stranger. I was thinking of asking Jimmy Royston,â you shrug, focusing on the chipped nail polish you canât seem to stop picking at. âI sat next to him in Chemistry, like, all of junior year.âÂ
For the first time in what feels like foreverâwell, at least since you told him your plans for laterâEddie laughs. A boisterous, belly laugh that echoes around the trailer, the sound bouncing off the smoke-stained wallpaper and hitting every surface in sight.Â
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 hurtsâ He always did sat you were the funnier one out of you and him.Â
A terse ahem draws his attention back, and he tries to stop his body from shaking with heaving laughter.
âOh, sorry. Phew! I needed that, I needed that.â He wipes some escaped tears off his cheeks. âOhh, thank you, sweetheart, that was very funny. Thank you,â he says with a breathless grin, smoothing his shirt and rubbing his sore abdomen.Â
Staring at him with a heavy brow, your expression remains stillâ
When your facade doesnât crackâwhen you donât smirk and revel in how hard you made him break, like you usually doâEddieâs smile drops off his face, replaced by unabashed incredulity.Â
Youâre serious. You truly mean to tell himâŠJimmy 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 âPuke-yâ Royston? Â
Whatâs more, your choice is based on a year of being lab partners? Really? Eddie has known you since freshman yearâknown of you since elementary schoolâand youâre choosing an acquaintance over him?Â
Not even an acquaintanceâan obligatory desk-mate. How romantic. Touching, reallyâ
He canât help but imagine how that conversation would go. âHey, Jimmy, remember me from Chem? Stoichiometry, am I right? That shit sucked. Anyway, do you wanna fuck me?â
All of a sudden, he starts considering whether he could win in a fight against the short, slim guy.Â
Who knows? It may come to that if he fucks this up and fails to convince you never to leave his trailerâespecially not for Jimmy Royston.Â
âSorry, you wanna have your first time with your eleventh grade chem partner? Are you out of your goddamn mind?â Eddie wails, a crazed, bemused look in his eyes as he leans forward over the table that separates you two.Â
You groan loudly, rolling your eyes so hard your head lolls back. âOh, what now? You donât want it to be a stranger, I said itâs not gonna be. Now you donât want it to be someone I know? Seriously, Eddie, youâre grasping at straws here.â
âSomeone you know? Jimmy is someone you know?â he scoffs, his brows lift so high they disappear into the messy curls of his bangs.Â
When you donât say anything else, only pursing your lips and avoiding his fiery gaze, he nods fervently, his frizzy locks swaying softly with the movement.Â
âYeah, well, of course. You guys go way back,â he mocks. âYou know what, while youâre at it, why donât you call up Chris Trilcek? You were paired up for that final presentation in world history freshman year. Bet heâd be a hoot-and-a-half in the sack, and Iâm sure heâs free!âÂ
âOh, do you think I should?â you ask, staring off to the side of his frazzled face like youâre actually considering his teasing suggestion. âI mean itâd be nice to have options in case Jimmy isnât up for itâŠâ
Before Eddie has a chance to figure out if youâre being deliberately obtuse again, youâre up, leaving him to stare at the empty space across the table as you rifle through the junk-drawer in his kitchen.Â
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 youâre 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.Â
Quickly, you split the phone book open, flipping through the flimsy pages to get to the âRâ section.Â
âWhat the fââÂ
Eddie shakes his head wildly, slamming his hand down on the binding of the book before he drags it to him and away from youâaway from your deft, searching fingers.Â
âHey!âÂ
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.Â
âHey! I need that, asshole!â you yell, vexation turning your tone shrill.
You stare into his eyes for a moment, annoyance cooking your insides like a stew as youâre met with utter indifference and what looks to be a hint of smugness. Youâre going to kill him.Â
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 outâfrail pages folding under the weight of itself in haphazard creases. Eddie follows your gaze and thatâs 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.Â
âUgh!â 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 roomâfurther 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 youâre too quick. You get a hold of the book and stand up, rushing over to the yellow landline by the door.
âFuck!â 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.Â
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.Â
Right as youâre about to start typing in the number you found for the Roystons, the phone lodged between your ear and shoulder disappearsâyanked free, and slammed back onto the hook by a large, ringed hand.Â
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 handâthe one that guards the phoneâto protect your precious White Pages. But it doesnât workâÂ
His left handâthe one you hadnât noticed was resting on your hipâambushes you from the other side.Â
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.Â
âEddie, what the fuck?â 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.Â
Eddie lifts his hand high above his head, fully aware of how silly this game of life-or-death keep-away is. But heâll be damned if you get that fucking phone number.Â
As you reach for the crumpled paper, he uses his body to block youâleaning 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 canât reach it. Heâs never been more overjoyed at his lanky stature than in this momentâ
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. Heâd never admit it to you because youâd probably junk-punch himâespecially right nowâbut heâs loving the way youâre all over him.Â
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.Â
âSorry, sweetheart, but I donât think youâre tall enough to ride this ride,â he goads, utterly drunk on you.
You let out the loudest groan heâs 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.Â
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.Â
In a moment of desperationâyour body hanging from his flexing bicep, slowly but surely bringing it to your levelâEddie 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.Â
Your irate features melt into a look of disgust as you squirm out of his arms.Â
âEw! Egh! Thatâs so gross, Eddie!âÂ
âMmm, phone book,â he taunts through a mouthful of White Pages.Â
âYou know, that was your phone book, right? You just lost yourself a whole two pages of Râs,â you say, raising a brow.Â
âDonât care.âÂ
His petulance is muffled by the crumpled paper in his mouth, and he canât help but cringe at the taste. Paper. It just tastes like paper. But old.Â
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 itâs making him want to scrub his mouth out.Â
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.Â
âUgh, youâre a child.âÂ
He pauses from scrubbing a towel over his tongueâattempting to clean any remaining pieces of paper from his mouth. âAnd youâre a brat.âÂ
You huff at his declaration. âAm not!âÂ
âAre too!â he rebuts, dropping the towel and coming out from around the counter.Â
âIâm just trying to tell you youâre gonna regret it! Iâm on board with the âvirginity is a conceptâ trainâhell, Iâm the conductor! My point is, sure, itâs a concept, but itâs a concept with feelings attached to it. And feelings get all confusing andâŠfeelings-y,â he rushes out, frustrated at how he can never find the right words when youâre around. âYou might not believe it now, but if you go through with this, youâre gonna feel pretty shitty afterwards.âÂ
He ends his spiel by crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the counter, staring at you. Heâs said his piece.
You watch him for a moment, thenâ
âGreat. Thank you for the wisdom, Gandalf. But how âbout you go share that with someone who cares? Iâve got a âTâ name to call.âÂ
You turn around, pick up the phonebook once more, and flip through a few chunks of pages to get to the right section.Â
Eddie lets out a loud, defeated sigh as he lets his arms drop to his sides. âYouâre really not gonna give this up?âÂ
Scoffing, you shoot him a glare from across the room before looking back down at the list of names. âExactly which part of âIâm gonna lose my virginity tonightâ did you not understand?â
He sucks his teeth as he watches your finger find Chrisâs last name, your hand already reaching for the phone.Â
Fuck itâ
âFine. If you really wanna lose it to someone, and you donât care who, then lose it to me,â he shrugs, crossing his arms again.Â
He glances away from your now-still figure, your shoulders so high, theyâre nearly up to your ears.Â
Forcing a level of indifference heâs never quite been capable ofâespecially not when it comes to youâhe 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.
Youâre pretty sure you can hear the fibers unfurling beneath his shifting feet. Or maybe itâs your feet. Maybe itâs your heartbeat in your ears, not his. Everything is a little confusing and you canât seem to look away from the wall. It feels like a safe place to rest your unseeing eyes.Â
Your arm aches and you retract it from where you were reaching for the phoneâyou hadnât made it, you were half-way there when he said it.Â
Carefully, you turn your head to him, trying to figure out if this is some shitty joke heâs 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 didâwhich was never a lot, but no different to now.Â
More than anything, he looks almost vulnerable as he avoids your shocked gaze.Â
âWhat? Eddieââ you start, already exasperated because youâve decided that, even though he appears to be completely serious, he must be joking, âif this is another way for you to try andââ
âItâs not.â He shrugs his shoulders again, finally meeting your eyes while shoving his hands into the back pockets of his ripped jeans. âYou win. I capitulate to her majesty.âÂ
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 continuesâÂ
âIf youâre gonna go have sex with someone you feel nothing for, then why not feel nothing for me?â
You almost want to laugh at his âfoolproofâ 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.
Heâs offering something you only ever dreamed of like it never crossed your mind.Â
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?Â
Does he want strings?Â
Strings do get messy when left untied. All the criss-cross feelings and knotted touches.Â
But itâs himâ
âEdsââ
Like heâs been burned by your solemn tone, Eddie cuts you off in a hurry. âAt least itâd be with someone you know. Like really knowâŠ. Someone who cares about youâabout your experience.â
The fragility in his eyes makes you want to console him. To tell him you believe every word. That youâre sure he would be good to you.Â
Because he looks like himâ
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.Â
All the little things that molded you into a reverent devotee in the first place.Â
Asking for every small thing to bolster your faith.
And now, heâs finally offering something much larger.Â
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 usefulâ
Fuck it.Â
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.Â
Youâve never really been this close to him. Not with this much on the table.Â
Mindlesslyâshamelesslyâyou 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.Â
Thereâs something there, you find.Â
Something else that swirls deep in the molten shade of brown.Â
Something you want to know more about.Â
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 partedâlike a siren call to his.Â
You couldnât be any closer to him. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you feel the soft puffs of air from his wanton mouth. But you wonât move anymore.Â
You leave yourself for him. He can have you if he wants.Â
A sacrifice.
Eddieâs eyes rove over your face, looking down at the way youâre almost reaching for him, but itâs as if you wonât allow the touch. Wonât allow the crossing of some imaginary barrier youâve built.Â
Steadily, he lifts his handsâcrosses the lineâtrailing 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 itselfâjust a second, a blip, like heâs plucking a ripe berry to savor in the thousand milliseconds heâs stolenâhe 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 skinâhe marvels at the feeling.
Simmering from the heat of your body, he tries to memorize all your prettiest features, seen through an advantage heâs never had before. To be this close. To never be again.Â
Heâs 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 thereâs 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.
âDâyou want this?â
Heâs so quiet, but he can feel the way you shudder against him. The way you feel him, his words mumbled devoutly into your skin.
âI wanna lose my virginity,â you whisper confidently, like itâs the only thing you're absolutely certain of.
Eddie tries to fight the way his face falls, but he canât 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.Â
But, ever-observant, you notice, and he catches the worry as soon as it draws your brows together.Â
âT-To youâŠâ you amend. âCan I?â
The frail uncertainty in your voice feeds the fire deep in Eddieâs gut, like bone-dry wood being thrown into the hearth on a years-long winter night.Â
The flames, once dim and hopeless, time-weathered and starving, roar back to life.Â
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.Â
Side stepping your body, he gently pulls you to his room. His backwards strides are confidentâa sign of comfortability in the home heâd call yours, just the same as heâd call it his. After all, these walls have seen nearly every iteration of his care for you. From acquaintances to friends toâ
Neither of you speak as he guides you around his frameâyou, now in front of him, and him, leaning his weight against the bedroom door until it clicks shut.Â
Wayne is on a fishing trip for the weekend with some buddies from the plant, but heâs 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 canâbetter than anyone.
He drops one hand from yours only to lock the door. Once heâs certain there will be no interruptions, he walks you back toward the bed until youâre standing right in front of it.Â
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 heâs toying with the hem of your t-shirtâhis t-shirt, the one you stole in tenth grade and never gave back.Â
His selfishness befriends the possessive fiend he fights back daily, because youâre 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 donât respond. Donât know how to speak. Nerves rattle against your ribcage. Or maybe itâs your heart testing its prison, looking for a way out as it pounds and pounds and poundsâ
âCan I take this off?âÂ
His low mutterâalmost a monosyllabic slur of soundâregisters a second later in your hazy brain. You nod, forcing your lungs to expand, but nearly choke at the faint scent of his cologne.Â
Itâs familiar. Piercing, clean, and richâ
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 wasnât too sure about it. You remember warning him about the price tag, about how he should pick one he really likes if heâs going to splurge on it. But he wouldnât hear itâ
âWords.â
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, thereâs a level of fondness in them that has you grabbing onto his wrist for support.
âWanna hear your words, sweetheart. Yâgotta tell me what you want.â
Understanding washes over you like cool hose water on a hot summer day. Quickly, you open your mouth to ask himâno, beg himâto 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.Â
Your breath catches, and you shudder because heâs both hot and coldâ
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 friendâ
âIâ I, umâŠâ
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 canât seem to figure it out, to fill in the blanksâlike a cipher missing its key.Â
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. Heâs everything you feel, everything you smell, everything you see, everything you touch, everything youâŠwant to taste.
You so desperately want to know what flavor his kisses areâ
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?
Youâre 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 mouthâan action youâre painfully aware is not meant to be shared among friends. No, this kind of touch is reserved for lovers onlyâÂ
âWhat do you want, sweetheart? Want me to touch you? Want me to hold you?â 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.Â
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 itâs the latter.
Emboldened by his body against yoursâall growing hardness and twitching musclesâyour hands paw at his abdomen, his waist, kneading and pulling him impossibly closer.
âWhat do you want, baby?âÂ
You bite back a whimper at the new endearment.Â
Because thatâs reserved for lovers tooâ
âI wantâŠW-Wanâ you. I wanna beâŠbe with you,â 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 wouldnât have.Â
With expert dexterity, he removes your bra, and this time, he doesnât hold back. You practically bloom under his attentionâhis wide, hungry eyes, his almost pained rasp of humming appreciation.Â
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.Â
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.Â
But he seems uninterested in your needy silence and you remember his instructionsâ
âEddie, please. Please, touch me. I need youâŠ. Wanna feel you.â
âWhatever you want,â 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 youâre not accustomed to.Â
Leaning down, Eddie attacks your jaw and neck with greedy, open-mouthed kisses. His nose nudges you zealously, like heâs devouring your delicate flesh and still aching for more, so you tilt your head away, eager to provide.Â
You tug his shirt up his body, but quickly realize youâll 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 youâre looking for.
With a level of speed youâve never once seen him use, he peels his shirt off, balls it up, and blindly tosses it somewhere in the corner of the room.Â
Unabashedly, you ogle his body in a way youâve 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.Â
Youâve only ever seen them a few timesâmostly at the Hawkins pool on hot summer days, and once when you walked in on him changing. You remember how you couldnât 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.Â
And like a set path guided by nothing but desire, your eyes track down, down, down his bodyâall 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.Â
Whatever liesâ
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, Eddieâs 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 soâŠraw that it has you grabbing onto him, your balance escaping you.Â
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 softâso gentleâyou think you might cry.
Barely anything has happened yet and heâs taking such good care of you. You shudder to think how this would have gone had you called up Jimmy or Chris.Â
Nobody could compare to Eddie.Â
Feeling weightless, heavy, high, and stone-cold sober all at once, you meet his eyes.Â
âYou lookâŠâ he pauses, swallowing harshly, âyouâre so beautiful.â
Your ears ring at the hidden sentiment between those three words. A million extra meanings you canât catch, but you heard them like a whisper in the windâreal 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.Â
Wet, searing kisses travel upward, his hands slide in tandem with the needy affection. He holds you with a type of reverence you couldnât have foreseenâas if you could have ever foreseen this. He moves along your body like youâre allowing him, not like heâs the one doing you a favor.Â
You sigh when you feel the heat of his breath over the place you need him most. Heâs stopped at the apex of your thighs, panting like a desperate man, blocked by a flimsy slip of fabric that youâre certain he could shred to pieces with the way his eyes have darkened.Â
âC-Can I?â His strained voice breaks through the music in the room, disrupting the melody of syncopating gasps and pants.Â
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.Â
Underneath his wanton gaze, you feel the weight of roles reversed. Itâs like itâs his first time, the way heâs looking up at you like your permission will fix him. Your touch will mend something broken.Â
With wide eyes and parted lips, you nod. âY-Yes. Please, Eddie.â
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.Â
You watch his efforts slow, his lids grow heavy like he canât control the need. Then, he presses his face between your thighs, the very faint graze of his tongue leaves you trembling.Â
With one targeted swipe, Eddieâs tongue snaps the silky string, catching what he can with overwhelming zeal.
âWant more,â he mumbles into your heat. âSweetsâŠâ
âYes,â you interrupt, already drowning in desperation. âNeed youââ
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 brokenlyâa lewd sound of appreciation.Â
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.Â
âOh, god, Eddie,â you mewl, hips twitching against his face, hands threading through his fluffy hair for balance.Â
Vibrations from his responding groan move through you, tearing you apart until youâre 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 mattressâone foot still planted on the ground, the other dangling over Eddieâs 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.Â
Youâre 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. Itâs an unfamiliar sensation, and one you think no other man could ever replicate.Â
Your hips react ardently to every twist and flick of his tongue, the talented muscle toying with you until youâre shaking and whining and bucking against his mouth for more.Â
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 itâs not enough. The material is so thin, you canât get the grip you need.Â
Like he can sense the desperate energy rolling off of you in tidal wavesâlike he knows the feelingâEddie grabs your hands, momentarily sacrificing his fragile skin to your clawing, pressing, sinking, crushingâ
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 heâs 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 himâto 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 youâre hisâ
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.Â
Not even bothering to pull away, he moans his pleas right into your pussy. âGive it to me, baby. Mmmph, give it to me, sweets. Taste so fuckinâ goodââÂ
The tone heâs using, the way he pauses after every other word to slurp and lap at your quivering folds, almost makes it feel like heâs not even talking to you. Or maybe not just you. But itâs like heâs speaking directly to your weeping cunt, pleading for moreâmore arousal to devour, more fluttering pulses to tickle his tongue.
Your brows contort in pleasure as tears prick at your waterlineâalmost 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.Â
âOh, god! Oh, fuck!â
His other hand holds your hips down, blunt nails sinking deeper into the surface of your skin as electricity speeds along a high-strung coilâcrackling and tightâjust 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 outâgentle yet firm in his actions.Â
âEddie, Eddie, oh, fuck!âÂ
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 headâappealing for mercy.
Like heâs not ready to part from you just yet, Eddie doesnât yield to your push, though he does begrudgingly grant you reprieve. But he stays between your legs, and for a moment, you wonder if heâs not just breathing deeply to catch his breath. The way he inches infinitesimally closer, the way he wonât let your thighs closeâitâs like heâs reveling in your heady scentâ
âFuck, youâre so pretty when you cum. Squeezinâ my finger so hard. God, this was just one, baby,â 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 heâs searing a promise into your skinâ
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 moundâsoaked and slobbered on by his overzealous mouth.Â
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. Whatâs more, his face is covered in you.Â
All the way up to his nose, his skin shimmers in the light, glistening with your juices. But he doesnât seem ashamed of the indecent display. Instead, he seems proud. Proud to wear you on himâlike a badge of honor.
âEddie, please. I want more,â you whine, breathless from the come-down.Â
âPretty girl,â he purrs, nuzzling your thigh, âso desperate. Am I turning you to the dark side already?â
You shudder at his smug grin, but you canât 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 âmy.â
âPlease,â you mewl.Â
His grin widens, and you note the hunger no longer hidden in the dark brown of his irises. Because heâs not aiming for decency anymore. Not in the way heâs eyeing you like youâre a meal and heâs famished, and not in the way his words are rife with untapped desire.Â
âAlright, pretty.â He pats your thigh before backing away from you. âUp on the bed.â
Itâs 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.Â
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.Â
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. Itâs flattering, but more than anything, heâs leaking at the thought of fitting inside you.Â
âThatâsâ YouâreââÂ
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.Â
Heat warms Eddieâs cheeks as he tries to stop the smile from overtaking his face. He shouldnât be like thisâhe should be calm, cool, and collected, but clearly exceeding your expectations has him feeling a myriad of things. Giddy, confident, smugâŠeager.Â
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.Â
âIâll make sure it feels good, donât worry. Youâre gonna help me with that,â 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. âGood girl.â
A quiet huff of amusement escapes him when he hears your strained whimperâthe way you so obviously try to keep yourself quiet, but canât help it.Â
Heâs 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 itâs 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 wordsâ
His body warms as he wonders what youâll sound like when youâre wrapped around him. His mind conjures its best guess at the noises youâll make when his thrusts knock the air out of you, like sweet rasping melodies meant to torture him.Â
He wants to know just how shrill your cries will get when youâre nearly there, searching for just a little bit more.Â
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 youâll share. The secrets youâll spill. God, heâs aching to hear you.
If he could, heâd lock you in his room and run experiments on you for a week straightâjust to find out what makes you tick. Heâd take you apart piece-by-pretty-piece, just to put you back together again. Heâd hold you tight and play with you passionately, like you were his favorite toy.Â
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 openâ
âSafe sex,â he declares, sliding the oily-feeling latex out of the wrapper.Â
His wry smile widens to a goofy grin when you giggle at his words, easing the tension.Â
âStupid,â you mutter, knocking your shin against the side of his thigh as he hovers near the head of the bed, putting the condom on.Â
Once heâs done, he crumples the wrapper in his hand, glancing over at you before throwing it on the cluttered surface of the nightstand. âYou sure you wanna do this?â
You roll your eyes, smirking. âYes, Eddie. You already ate me out.â
That leaves him frowningâ
âSweetheart, just because we did that doesnât mean you have to continue. We can be done. Nothing more needs to happen if you donât want it to.â
You remain silent, only staring up at him with so muchâŠsomethingâŠin 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 badâÂ
âI know,â you mutter softly. âBut I want to. With you. Will youâŠ. Will you take care of me?â
Eddieâs breath hitches, and thereâs a stinging feeling behind his eyesâone he knows all too well.Â
You sound so small, so nervous. As if he could ever deny you something that was meant to be yours. His care. His devotion.Â
ââCourse I will.âÂ
He nods one too many times, entranced by the way you seem so delicate under his watchful eyes.Â
Delicate because youâre asking him to take care. In the way heâll touch you. The way heâll guide you. The way heâllâ
Slowly, he steps closer. You scoot to the side, making room for him to knee his way onto the bed.Â
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.Â
âYou look so pretty like this. I meanâŠyou lookâ Well, you lookâŠpretty all the time,â he nervously amends, eyes flitting over your face, but never any lower.Â
He wants you to know he means you. Youâre pretty. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Not because you have a gorgeous body, but because you are gorgeous.Â
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, heâs memorizing the moment. Every twitch of your brows, every flutter of your lashes, every quiet breath from your pleasure-bitten lips.Â
Below, you glance to the side, find his wrists, and wrap your hands around each one, as if grounding yourself in his touch. Only thenâwhen his pulse beats wildly against your fingersâdo you meet his eyes.
Wandering palmsâsoft and unfamiliar in their affectionâtravel 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.Â
âYouâre pretty, too,â you murmur, sliding your palms back down and rubbing at his wrists.Â
Eddie chuckles, then swallows. âNo, Iâm not.â
The subtle twitch of your brows, the split-second peek at the budding frown that says you disagree has him beating you to your rebuttalâ
âNot like you.â
His heart leaps in his chest as your hands suddenly drag his face to yours, like youâre about to kiss him with overwhelming need. But you donât complete the motion.
And neither does he.
Because heâs not sure he can come back from all of this if he kisses you.Â
If you allow him to have you in that wayâ
Heâs not sure heâs 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.Â
He couldnât go back to living a lie. To live like he doesnât think about you every single day. Like he doesnât wonder what youâre doing when youâre not with him. Like he doesnât do the most mundane shit and spends the whole time thinking about how much better it would be to do it with you.Â
So he doesnât kiss you. He canât. Not when youâre not his to keep.Â
Instead, he leaves a delicate, chaste brush of an almost-kiss to the corner of your mouth. Again.
Another cop-out from a coward.Â
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.Â
âNeed you,â you mutter, hearing the hitch of his breath as you whisper the plea against his mouth.Â
âFuckâ Okay.âÂ
You watch as he reaches for his length. Taking a strong grip, he guides the thick tip along your slick folds, gathering your wetness.Â
The raw combination of moan and a sigh leaves your lipsâan accidental slip portraying just how much youâre aching for him.Â
âItâs gonna feel a little weird, likeâŠpressure. Okay? But you gotta let me know if it hurts, sweets, you hear me?âÂ
Your fluttering eyes, panting mouth, and rolling hips arenât enough of a response, apparently, because his voice grows firm.Â
âHey, pretty girl, you with me?âÂ
âMhm,â you whine, nodding your head.Â
âWhat did I tell you?â he asks, smoothing a thumb down your temple before tapping three times.Â
âUm, youâ you said, um, if it hurts, I'll tell you.âÂ
âGood girl.âÂ
His muttered praise leaves you mewling, inching your hips closer to him, looking for moreâyearning for it.Â
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 heâs fighting to maintain his composure. For a moment, you wonder what it must look like from his point of viewâthe way your folds open up to him, welcoming the intrusion, ready to wrap around him in a vice grip.
âOh, god. Mmm.âÂ
Your features crumble at the sensation of dull pressureâexactly what he warned you about. It doesnât hurt, it just leaves you wanting more, like youâll find reprieve once heâs fully inside you.Â
âHow you doinâ, baby? Need a break?â he rasps, kneading your thigh gently.
âNeed more.â
âFuck, yâwant more? Wanna feel more oâ me?âÂ
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. Heâs just barely got the tip inâ
As your gaze creeps up his body, you realize Eddie hasnât looked down once, not to where youâre connected. You wonder if itâs self-preservation or if maybe itâs part of his care for you. The way he watches your face intently, like heâs monitoring every slight change in expression leads you to believe itâs the latter. Probably both, really.
But youâre thankful heâs looking, because he immediately notices when the pinch in your brows shifts from pleasure to a wince of discomfort.Â
His hand is on your face in a second, smoothing the crease between your brows and petting your hair soothingly.
âBaby, you okay? Is it too much? You feelinâ pain?âÂ
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 itâs not just the tip, he also gets impossibly thicker through the middle of his length, and youâre sure thatâs what youâre feeling nowâ
âHey, look at me.â His thumb catches your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his. âI can make you feel good, but I need you to help me out. Tell me what youâre feeling.â
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 youâthe rotted, selfish partâwonders if feigning pain would allow you to finally taste him properly, all smoky mint and dancing tonguesâ
âLet me make you feel good, baby,â he implores.
ââS just a pinch, âs justâ Itâs fine,â you placate, rubbing your hands gingerly down his sides.Â
âAlright, weâre 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 donât mean to.â
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.Â
âOkay, youâŠyou can move now.âÂ
But he doesnât. 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 thatâs 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.
âPretty girl,â he coos, his hot breath tickling your ear, leaving your cunt pulsing with need.
Then a hissâthe kind that sounds like itâs bordering on pain, but is only one degree away from pleasureâescapes 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.Â
âOh, good girl,â he huffs out, voice strained. âYouâre doinâ so good for me, taking me so well. Howâs it feel, sweets? Think you like it? Wanâ more?â
Struggling to turn pitiful mewls into actual words, you nod your head fervently, reaching down to press your palms against his hips. âMmm, wanâ more. Please, Eddie.âÂ
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 outâto chamber a thrust. And he seems utterly amusedâ
âOh, baby, did you want something? You wanna do the work? Help me out like a good girl?âÂ
Something deeply raw and needy peels from your throat in response, and you silently rejoice when he pulls back, aiding your efforts. Unfortunately, itâs only a couple inches becauseâto your burgeoning frustrationâheâs following your guidance, and your arms donât reach nearly as far as you need.Â
But youâll take anything right now; desperation is cooking your nerves and boiling your insides.Â
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.Â
Clawing at his soft skin, you struggle to set up another thrust. âPlease, pleaseâ I need more.â
âMore? But youâre doinâ so well all by yourself,â he condescends, eyes twinkling with hunger as he lets you push and pull him. âLook at you go, pretty girl. Makinâ yourself feel so good. What an independent little woman.â
His teasing shakes you to your core because itâs so him. Itâs your best friend, just in a new scenario with unfettered access to your body and pleasure. God, youâve allowed him too much powerâÂ
âEddie! Please! Iâmâ I need it. I need youâŠâ
Amusement washes from his face and you pout as he pauses, as if admiring a view. Then he ducks down.
âWhatever the princess wishes,â 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.Â
The mewl that was halfway out of your mouth catches like a lock clicking into place. A loud, desperate cry comes out in its steadâa reckless, candid response to the deep gut-punching thrusts barreling into you. Theyâre not hard, not rough, but firm. Controlled. Resolute.Â
Like he wants you to feel it. Feel him.
You chase your breath in his rutting hips, surrendering to the affection heâs 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.Â
âShit, you feel so good, sweetsâ Oh, god, wanâ you to beâ Fuck!â
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 youâre dying to hear. But the sensations are overwhelming. Every nerve in your body is sparkingâall livewires itching to explode.
All you can say is his name, all you can feel is him, and yet, itâs still not enoughâ
âEddie, n-need m-more, pleâaseee!â
âAh, fuck, baby, I know. I got youââ
Eddie glides his tongue over the pad of his thumb before reaching between your legs and circling your swollen clit.Â
And suddenly, itâs like lightning has struck the furnace deep in your core, shooting high voltage shocks up your body until you grow so hot youâre almost cold. A sensation of fullness takes over, like youâre mere seconds from bursting.Â
Delirious with passion, your hand flies down to stop his movementsâto stop what you know is coming.
âH-Hold on, Iâ Eddie, I need toâ I wanna feel you! Please, please, let meââ
Your needy sobs have him slowing down until he stills inside of you, chest heaving and damp with sweat.
âWhatâ You can feel me. Arenât you feelinâ me, sweets?â 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 itâs trying to entice him back into movement.Â
And, God, you can feel himâÂ
Heâs burrowed his way deep inside you, but itâs still not enoughâ
âNoâ Yes, Iâ Oh, god, I c-can feel you. I justââ Your words melt into a whimper as you squeeze your eyes shut. The feeling of warm wetness slides down your cheek.
Youâre 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.Â
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 doesnât openâitâs not a trail of kisses. Just a soothing glide of soft pink, collecting salt water.Â
âWhat do you wanna feel?â he asks patiently, like heâs ready to bring your deepest desires to fruition.Â
When you donât respond, he brushes his lips against the thin skin of your eyelids in short, delicate kisses.Â
âIâll do anything for you, baby. Just tell me what you wantââ
The raw truth of his statement rings in your ears along with a prayer in the shape of your nameâreverent, impassioned, desperate. The tone has you questioning when the god became the devotee.Â
Your eyes flutter open as you peer up at him.Â
âWanna feel you. All of you. I donât wantâ I donât want anything in between,â you whisper, your gaze flitting between his earnest attention and his glistening lips, wet with your tears.
Eddieâs mouth parts slightly, a look of quiet shock mixing with curious disbelief as he tilts his head, like heâs observing you for any lapse in conviction. But thereâs none to be found. Youâre certain you want this. So he gives a single nod, yielding to you.
Before he can even shift his weight, youâre 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.Â
The calm Eddie found since ceasing his thrusts starts to dissipate as he watches your movements with rapt attention.Â
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.Â
The sensation is like a loss of inhibitions. Like heâs gorged himself on you and now heâs utterly wasted. And he knows from personal experience, he doesnât make the best decisions when inebriatedâ
The reminder that heâs here for youâthat heâs supposed to be the one guiding youâis hard to hold onto when youâre expertly drawing him back into you, teasing yourself with the thick, ruddy tip of his cock, painting your folds with dribbling precum.Â
He shudders at your wrecked moan, your eyes smoked out with hunger and desire and nothing else as you leer at his flexing length.
âF-Fuck, sweetheart, are you sure about this?â
You only hum in response, deep in focus.
âUnh, unh, look at me.â
Eddieâs 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.Â
But then your attention falters, your eyes slowly glide down to his mouth, your lips parting like a call to himâ
He adjusts his grip, his thumb and fingers digging into your cheeks.
âNo, up here, pretty girl.â
Tipping your chin up, he manually fixes your gaze to his.
âAre you sure you want this?â
As if words are too difficult to drum up, you whimper imploringly.Â
And all it takes is one warning tilt to his head and youâre righting yourself. Forcing the words to comeâÂ
âYes! God, please. I need youâŠâ
Satisfied, Eddie nods, taking a moment to revel in just how gone you are for him.Â
âOkay.â
Another pitiful whimper escapes your closed mouth as you push harder into his gripâwanting, asking.
Knowing exactly what youâre missingâa quick learner in the language of your desperationâa smirk curls at his lips. âGood girlââ
Then he sinks into you in one quick, deep thrust that carves a half-scream, half-gasp from your chest.Â
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.
âOh, fuck, baby. Shit, yâgotta stop squeezinâ me like that. Youâre not gonna give me enough time to pull out,â he mutters, dragging his hips back and slamming into you, starting a brutal pace.Â
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.Â
Your knees drop open as your hands blindly reach for his hips, pulling him in for impossibly deeper strokes.Â
âIâmâ E-Eddie, Iââ
âI know, baby. I know,â 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.Â
His gaze flits across your face, memorizing your pleasure-shocked features like itâs the last time heâll 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 timeâ
And if itâs the last time, maybe heâs allowed to be selfish. One time. Just this onceâ
âFuck it,â 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 youâre trying to taste yourself. Overwhelmed with desire, he begins to lav his tongue into you the same way he devoured your cunt earlier.Â
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. Youâve wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles, leaving him no way of escaping your hold. Fuck, youâre going to be the death of himâ
âBaby, we canâtâ I gottaâ I needâta pull out,â he slurs against your mouth.Â
âPlease donât,â 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 wantingâthe weight of possession. All it would take to claim you, all it would take⊠is just to let go. To make you his.
Heâs not strong enoughâ
âPlease donât,â 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 claimâor rather, be claimedâyou muster all your strength and press your palms hard into his spine, dragging him to you.Â
Following a groan that sounds suspiciously like a surrendering cry, Eddie pulls his hips back just enough to shallowly thrust into you. Theyâre firm, breathtaking strokes that feel like heâs trying to permanently burrow beneath your flesh, and his mouth glides over yours in a messy, blind display of drunken need. Itâs a thorough loss of all space and you revel in it.
Eddieâs 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.Â
Deep in your core, you feel a magmatic pressure that just builds, and builds, and builds, until something snapsâ
Arching into him, you cry out as your body goes weightless, and your mind floats into the ether once more.Â
His groans, his grunts, the smacking of skin on skinâevery sound echoes as you move further away from your mind. Vaguely, youâre aware of his faltering thrusts, his hungry lips devouring. Your mouth might be moving in tandem with his, or maybe youâre babbling incoherently, itâs unclearâall your senses are fried.
All youâre certain of is the sinking of your body. Deeper than the mattress, deeper than the floor. Down, down, downâyouâre dragged into the pit of sated desire while your soul soars high above you.Â
âAh, s-shit, babyâ Iââ
By the time you find your way out of the depthsâcrawling back to himâyou register the tail end of shivers wracking his entire being. His arms havenât loosened around you and his softening cock is still twitching and flexing inside of you, goaded by every pulsing constriction of your warm walls.Â
Nosing into your cheek, Eddie pulls back for a second, just to get a look at youâto memorize.Â
What he sees is exactly what he expectedâ
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 skinâhe 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 heâll never live long enough to see you walk out of his roomâhis sweat staining your skin, his spend safe inside youâhe kisses you, slow and rottingly sweet. Swallowing every sigh, stealing every breathâhe prays to you with selfishness in his heart.Â
âI felt something,â you mumble against his mouth, pressing your hands to his shoulders.
Ignoring the ache in his chestâthe kind that blooms when space starts to grow between his body and yours, like a weed whose roots never truly dieâhe forces a laugh that crumbles to dust in his throat.Â
âWell, yeahâŠ. God, I hope so,â he huffs, all strained amusement and bitter jokes.
A small smile pulls at your lips. âNo, I mean.⊠I meanâ You said, um, earlier, you saidâŠâ
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.Â
âYou said if I was gonna sleep withâ If I was gonna f-feel nothing with a stranger, then I shouldâŠfeel nothing with you.â
Realization dawns on him, almost at the same time he decides this conversation shouldnât take place with him inside of youâ
âMaybe we shouldââ
âNo!â You stop his movements, pressing your fingers into his hips before he can slip away. âPlease, donât! Donâtâ Donât go.â
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 heartâ
âOkay. Okay.â He nods, placating.Â
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 respondâ
 âWhat, uh, what did you feel?â
Your nails sink into him with a pinch, but by the way you seem lost in your own head, he doesnât think youâre aware. Thenâ
âW-Whatâ Um, did youâŠfeelâŠanything?â
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 canât discern all of them, but one has YOU written in what heâs certain is your handwriting. Another says everything in posh, looping cursive. A third one is void of any advertisements, and unfortunately, thatâs the one that stops for himâ
âI donât think it matters,â he mutters, avoiding your frown. âItâsâ Iâm not the one who lost their virginity.â
You cock your head to the side, the kind of movement he knows means youâre not letting him slip by. âYes, it does.âÂ
Your tone bites at him, scrambling the illusion until heâs a clear picture of vulnerability, bare under your hardened gaze.Â
âI just mean, it matters more how you felt. If youâ If I made you comfortable. Doesnât matter how I felt,â he tries, wondering how likely it is that he could be struck by lightning indoors, on a sunny dayâ
Because youâre looking at him like heâs eighteen again. Like heâs stupid and boyish and easily breakable. But thereâs something else in your eyesâ
Something that makes him feel almost mendable.Â
âNo, but it does matter how you felt. How you feel. It matters. I care how you feel. I wanna hear what you think,â you implore, holding onto his wrists beside your head. You press the pads of your fingers into his pulse and he worries youâll feel it before he says itâ
âBut did youââ
âYes, I felt good. Yes, you did a good job taking care of me. Yes, I felt safe. Now how did you feel?â
âI feel likeâ I donât want youâŠtoâŠâ He closes his eyes, hanging his head. âI feel like I wish you were mine,â he says, letting a humorless chuckle float out of his mouth and electrocute the air with tension. âAnd I feel like calling up Jimmy and Chris just to curse them out for being the ones you thought of first.â
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.Â
As if you have nothing better to say, you pluck the lowest hanging fruitâ
âWell, technically you suggested Chris,â you half shrug.
Charged silence fills the room like rushing water until he blinks at you.
âOkay.â He begins to back away, ignoring your grasping hands.
Your face falls. âNo, Iâm sorry! Iâ That was a joke! âM sorry, it was stupidââ
âOkay,â 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 throatâ
âEddie, no! Donâtâ I love you!â you utter quickly, as if the words will act as a balm upon his burning skinâthe skin that broils under your touch. And for a moment, he almost accepts it. Heâs so selfish with youâ
But when your eyes grow wide, like you hadnât meant to let something so damning slip past your lips, he realizes the truthâ
He was right.
He doesnât leave you to explain yourselfâdoesnât wait for you to quantify the secret.
âItâs okay,â he answers your worried gaze. âI told you, sex has weird feelings attached to it. Things get said in the heat of the moment, itâs all good.âÂ
Hopefully, if he repeats the sentiment enough, heâll start to believe it too.
But instead of appreciation, he sees indignation warp your face.Â
âIâm sorry, where have you been? The heat of the moment was five minutes ago,â you huff, eyeing him like you canât even begin to comprehend his level of delusion. âTrue, I didnât mean to say it just then. But I felt it. I have felt it. ForâŠâ you laugh, a humorless sound that grates Eddieâs heart, âyears.âÂ
And suddenly, he feels like he got his wishâ
Every muscle in his body has turned to mush, every nerve is frayed, every wire is uncrossedâ
âIâveââ you pause, then scoff. âLike, Jesus Christ, Eddie! Do you know how longââÂ
He melts into you, his lips on yours, his hands on your face, holding you right where he needs you mostâ
Swallowing your surprised moan, he takes your needy grip in strideâevery bite of painted nails against pale burning flesh, every tug and drag, seeking a closeness he craves to sate.
âI donât care,â he slurs against your mouth, too intoxicated to hear how much time heâs missed out on. Then he pulls back a fraction of an inch, instead deciding he wants to know every single detailâeven the painful bitsâ
Even if just to hear you talkâ
âWell, I do care,â he amends. âI justââ
You peer up at him through heavy lids and a teasing grin, and he feels too far from you.
âNot right now,â he drawls, unable to think past âI love you, too.â
A/N: Please say nice things about this, it took so fucking long lmao.Â
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 pleaseđđđ„°đ
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 thatâs where the idea came from. So so sorry to the person that requested this thatâs it taken so long for me to finally write it đđ
Heâs 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 thereâs more)
A/N: After an extremely long hiatus, Iâm 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 itâs definitely nowhere near finished. This part is about 5K words, but Iâve 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 youâre 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 thatâs about it. It was a bare necessities type of town.
The residents didnât ask questions or go poking their noses into othersâ 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 didnât 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 werenât 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 didnât 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 armâs 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 hadnât 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 âPapa.â
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 didnât 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 didnât 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 wasnât what you wanted for your future. She had helped you become ânormalâ 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 wasnât 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. âHere you go! Have a good night and enjoy your food!â you smiled. You handed over the bag that held a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken.
âYou too,â 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 didnât entirely make sense. Not all customers were like that. Some wouldnât 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 wasnât anyone else in line at the drive-thru so you went ahead and started wiping down the black counters.
âI guess we should start shutting down,â Polly called from deeper in the kitchen.
âYeah might as well,â 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 werenât 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.
âIâm done up front.â 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. âIâm just about finished up here. It was a slow night so I had time to clean in between customers.â 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.
âSoâŠâ Grant started. âI went on a date with Katie last night.â
You smiled and looked at him. âHow did it go?â 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.
âIt went good. At least I think it did. Yeah- yeah it went good.â He nodded, chewing on the inside of his lip.
âDid you ask her to go out again?â 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. âYeah.â
âAnd what did she say?â you dragged out the last word, eager to know.
âShe said yes.â He grinned and shuffled his feet a little, doing a little happy dance.
You raised your eyebrows and smiled. âGrant, oh my god! Finally.â
Polly walked in running her fingers through her hair. âWhatâs goinâ on?â
âGrant here has finally got a second date,â you said, looking at the man of the hour.
Pollyâs mouth dropped open and you could see the line that her burgundy lipstick created on the inside of her lips. âNo f-ing way. I didnât know he had it in âem.â
Grant gave her a deadpan face. âYou guys suck.â
Polly snickered, âSure we do.â
âAnywaysâŠâ you started, changing the subject. âWhat are you guys doing this weekend?â
Grant let his head roll back and groaned. âSpring break is starting for my sisters and my mom wants me to drive them to their friends' houses or whatever.â Grant still lived at his parentâs house and had twin sisters in high school. He supplied you guys with constant stories about them and their shenanigans. âBut I have that date with Katie soon.â
âOoo,â 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. âI want Mickey to take me to Indianapolis for a concert next Friday but heâs dragging his feet.â
You shut your eyes and rubbed them. Mickey was Pollyâs latest boyfriend, and not a good one at that. Everything she told you about him made you like him less and less. You hadnât actually met him yet because every time Polly tried to set up a hang out he declined. âGo by yourself if Mickey wonât take you. Or go with that one cousin you have that lives around here.â
She grimaced. âNo. Absolutely not. I'm pretty sure Shelby has a thing for me and weâre cousins. Heâs⊠just no.â She crossed her arms and shook her head, disgusted at the idea. Polly tilted her head up at you, âWhatâre you going to be up to y/n?â
âIâm 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 itâs there.â The music store was a frequent visit for you. So much so that you were on a first name basis with the workers there.
âSounds fun.â Pollyâs voice was monotone. She wasnât really thinking about what you had said at all. She was in her own mind worried about the concert and her boyfriend.
âWell I think thatâs cool. If you find it you need to get me a copy too. Iâll pay you back when I get paid.â The blonde boy had grabbed a toothpick from a jar and had it hanging out of his mouth.
âYeah, Iâll look.â 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. âIâll lock up. You guys go ahead and leave.â He started heading further into the kitchen to grab the keys.
âYou sure?â you called after him.
âYep!â 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 didnât exactly pur but he was in working order. Angus, which was your SUVâs name, was inspired by AC/DCâs Angus Young. He was a trustworthy machine and had been with you since you arrived in Burns Harbor. He hadnât 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 oâclock 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 werenât really any âbad partsâ of town. Not a lot of crime happened and if it did they were dumb, unharmful crimes. You couldnât 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 wasnât 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 wouldnât 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 hadnât.
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 wasnât 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 couldnât feel the stream hitting your body, and the air wasnât 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 âwake up.â 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 didnât 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 didnât 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 wasnât there. Hawkins was in danger and she wasnât 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 wasnât human. It wasnât 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 werenât 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 canât 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 wasnât your problem anymore. You werenât a hero by any means. Sure you had powers just like most comic book heroes, but that didnât 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 couldnât say you were normal either, and you sure couldnât 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 didnât 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 wouldnât be worried when she came home. âbe back in a few days.â 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 wasnât with her parents, but not totally by herself. She worked at the front desk of her parentâs law firm in town. She made decent money considering she hadnât 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 werenât 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 wouldnât 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 didnât lock their doors, you always did. It wouldnât do much to protect against the evils that you knew lurked in Hawkins though.
When the handle didnât 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. Thatâs 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 didnât 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 werenât 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. âGoing somewhere?â he asked. He didnât sound at all interested but you answered anyway.
âYeah, something like that.â 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 âbathroom.â You suddenly had an idea.
âCan I use your bathroom?â 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 workedâŠ
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 thatâs all you could see. âHello?â 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. âHello?â 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. âHey, wake up.â He fidgeted a little.
âWake up!â 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.
âHey! You didnât die in there did you?â the cashier hollered from the other side of the door.
âNo! Iâm alive. Just having some stomach issues,â you called back.
There was silence for a second and you could just imagine the disgust on his face. âOkay.â 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.
âThatâll be twenty-five thirty-one.â
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.
âCome again,â 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 Iâm finally working on writing again đđ Iâve got an Eddie Munson fic in the works thatâs currently at 18.7K words and Iâm still working on it
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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
âđ»âđ» 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 itâs some kid thatâs literally so stupid. Like imagine having nothing better to do but send hate and on top of that itâs anonymouslyâŠlike people are so weird these days.
honestly⊠hiding behind a screen and telling someone you donât know at all to harm themselves is wrong on a lot of levels, and youâre right, a lot of the time it is a kid