hi wri!!! for the fanfic guessing game: "blood" and "water" 🖤
I didn’t have “water” anywhere in my current WIPs, but you KNOW I had some variation of “blood” 😤
this is a lil somethin’ from the alternate ending to this fic. no title yet, so we’ll just call it flayed!eddie part 3. it features flayed!reader this time. 🤭
Hot and hungry, you suck in a dizzying gulp of air, desire washing over you in pulsing waves. You smell lust, and beneath it, blood. The music booms, but the blood blares an even louder song. And there’s so much of it. All around you, it pumps through hearts made faster by pills and powder; it pumps under the warm, dewy flesh you itch to tear from all of the bodies in this room; it pumps between the legs of couples tangled in a close, sensual dance. The arousal makes your head spin, and mixed with the blood, your hold on the beast within slips almost entirely out of your grasp.
“Not here,” Eddie says from behind you. His voice is a whisper only you can hear, his grip on your waist the heaviest anchor.
“Why not?”
His chuckle rumbles against your back, chest firm as he presses himself even closer to you. You shiver when his lips find your ear. “Too many witnesses, baby. You have to control yourself.”
Send me a word and if it’s in my WIP I’ll answer your ask with the sentence or line it appears in.
omggg i love that you are really including the stranger things part on isf and not just a the hunger games with st characters, and yeah when people are flyed they are insanely strong, billy’s scenes where crazy, when mike hit him with a pipe ¿? I don't remember if that’s the word in english, but billy immediately gets up and it was so hard for El to use her powers on him bc he was too strong and she was tired, and then she made him go through a brick wall and anyway he still kept chasing them, his face was so weird too with black and purple veins…
ahhhhhh THANKYOUUU angel !!
it's been a literal fever dream, making I SEE FIRE a lore-ridden crossover fic that merges all the universes... like putting stranger things, the hunger games annnnd the purge all together?? madness. so much lore to explore...
also, yes x999999 to everything you just said because YUP. uh-huh. that's right. the black and purple veins, the possession, the fury and ferocity that takes over the body and mind... now just imagine all that happening to beautiful little ren, in all her ethereal angelic glory... and then Steve being able to reach her as he grills her outta that mindset and her being like, "......Steve....you have to let me go...." because he reaches her.
and ofc he refuses to kill her and they save her but STILL AHHHHHHH
Part 1 of 2: Pagtingin (Feelings) [Steve Harrington x Reader]
a/n: let's pretend this hasn't been sitting in my completed list since ferbruary. it was initially a 3-parter, but i decided the 3rd one to be part of the sequel.
guess who's the dumdum who doesn't have a title for it? i'm using the Ben&Ben song I listened to while writing this chapter. it was either this or "baka sakali (Maybe, just in case)".
it also annoyed me because "pagtingin" means "look; gaze" but in its context it means "(hidden) feelings," so it's neither wrong or right. language, ammarite?
summary: based on this blurb on a hanahaki au/flayed!reader
word count: 2.1k (brace yourself because the next chapter is almost 5 times long. yep. you heard me.)
warning: steve is an oblivious himbo; unrequited feelings / pining; minor violence; implied underage drinking (it's season 2, ykyk?); stranger things season 2 canon
You had a crush on Steve “The Hair” Harrington. Then again, who didn’t have a crush on King Steve?
Growing up with Steve, albeit shy of two years from the senior, had you following him around like a puppy. You watched him jump from one girl to the next before he surprisingly settled with Nancy Wheeler last year. “She’s different,” he had said before asking you for help on how to woo her.
Stop flirting with other girls around her. Actually listen to her and try to be interested in what she says. Get to know her instead of treating her like another girl. Surprisingly, he listened to your advice – everything you wished he would do for you – and got the girl.
Steve always got the girl.
However, something strange happened when Nancy’s best friend, Barbara, went missing, not much later since Will Byers as well. With your overprotective parents dropping a curfew on you, you barely hung out with Steve anymore. You knew nothing good will happen when you left him too long with Tommy and Carol, and you were right.
Much to your surprise again, Steve and Nancy lasted until his senior year. You couldn’t argue that being with her made Steve want to better himself. You even got to know Nancy for a bit, and for someone quite reserved, you actually liked her.
“Haven’t you ever considered dating?” she had asked you once.
You hummed for a bit, pondering on your answer. “Steve knows most of the nitty gritty on the guys on Hawkins High,” you explained. “He scares the bad ones away, and the ones that are decent are too intimidated with him being my friend since forever.”
“You never thought of dating Steve?”
You laughed lightly. You had a crush on Steve, but you didn’t like him enough to act out on it. “What an odd question from his own girlfriend,” you pointed out, and interestingly enough, it made her uncomfortable. You guessed a lot of Steve’s exes were also pretty intimidated by your friendship with Steve.
“Nope,” you lied smoothly. “Steve never asked me, and we never had the conversation on crossing that line in our friendship.” Still, the pinched look on Nancy’s face remained, and you began to wonder if it was more than just jealousy… or if she was hiding something else.
That inkling you had took form in Jonathan Byers half-carrying a wasted Nancy during a Halloween party. You asked around for Steve only to find out that he also ditched you. You aggressively poured yourself a glass of spiked punch before catching yourself, pouring the contents back in the bowl.
“Smart move.”
You didn’t need Steve to tell you that Billy Hargrove was bad news.
“Harrington ditched you, pretty girl?”
“What do you think?” you shot back. You walked out of the kitchen to find a house phone, only to find a couple making out right against it. “Seriously?”
Billy snickered right next to you.
“You’re still here,” you sighed in exasperation to show your annoyance. “Why?” You narrowed your eyes at the blonde.
“Oh, please, no need to be short with me, pretty girl,” Billy said, flashing you what he probably thought was his charming smile. “Harrington isn’t here for you to be his loyal lapdog.”
“What are you talking about?”
Billy stepped closer to you, and you were overwhelmed by the smell of beer and cigarettes from his person. “From what I saw earlier, Wheeler and Harrington seem to be over,” he whispered in your ear, “so you might actually have a chance this time.”
Rage quickly filled your veins, and you shoved his bare chest, pushing him away from you. Your reaction only amused Billy further. “You don’t know anything about me,” you spat out.
“As a matter of fact, I know everything just by looking at you,” Billy retorted, giving you a once-over. “I don’t often help out girls like you, but you’re just pitiful. Pathetic even.” He continued, “Guys like Steve don’t stay single for long. Takes one to know one, pretty girl. Best make your move soon.”
You hated how you knew Billy was right. Nancy clearly had feelings for Jonathan, and it wouldn’t be long before Steve would be looking for a rebound. Maybe if… maybe if he could see how you and him worked so well over the years, Steve might also see you as someone worth long-term. Even longer than Nancy.
For the next two days, you muddled over how you would tell Steve how you really feel. You settled for simplicity. Just give it to him honest and straightforward. With a motivated resolution, you drove to his house and caught Steve just in time as he was leaving his house.
“Oh, perfect timing,” Steve smiled, pulling his keys out. “Come with me. I need your help picking out something. I’m driving.”
Ten minutes later, you and the florist locked eyes, seeming to have an understanding with each other, while Steve fawned over the bouquet that you chose for Nancy.
There’s just something fucked up over choosing a bouquet you want for your crush to give as a reconciliation gift for his ex.
Mysteriously enough, Nancy wasn’t at her house, but Dustin Henderson, a friend of her younger brother’s, was. You observed how the boy dragged Steve over to the car, where you were waiting, and talked about “a baseball bat with nails.” Steve succumbed to Dustin’s demands and opened the trunk of his car.
“Why the hell do you have a baseball bat mace, Harrington?”
Dustin directed his attention to you. “Are you good with pets?” he asked randomly.
“I used to have a cat and a dog?”
“Perfect. You can come with us.”
For the next three hours, you and Steve followed the boy in his storm cellar, finding a tunnel dug by an animal too big to be a dog. Dustin explained to you about a monster he cared for as a baby, until it ate his cat. Now, he made plans that you and Steve would come back the next day to find it before it was fully grown.
By that point, you simply indulged Dustin and his games. It was all just bad unskippable side quests on your way to confess to Steve. … right?
When morning came, Steve picked you up, telling you that Dustin called him to buy meat to bait his rogue monster pet. Again, you indulged them and came along. If Steve was losing his sanity over his breakup, so were you by still trying to confess in these conditions.
“Why are you still friends with me?” Steve asked all of a sudden, his eyes were focused on the road to the way to Dustin’s house. “I’m no longer popular. My girlfriend broke up with me. I’m currently hanging out with my ex’s brother’s friend finding a cat-eating monster.”
Tell him. It’s the right time. But what if it’s not? Of course, it is. What if he’ll think I’m only taking advantage of his situation? What if he’ll think I’m only friends with him for that reason?
“Don’t be full of yourself, Steve,” you snorted, picking at your chipped nail polish. “I’ve known you since you were a loser. It isn’t so different now.”
“You’re such an ass.”
Your heart mellowed at the sight of Steve’s soft smile. Maybe I don’t have to tell him. These quiet genuine moments didn’t have to change. You loved it as it was.
~~
“You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who... who you just met?”
“You have to admit, Steve, that’s pretty metal,” you commented, bumping Steve’s shoulder.
“What does that even mean?” Steve asked while still tossing pieces of chopped meat along the abandoned train tracks.
“It means it’s an awesome gesture,” you said, patting Dustin on the back. The boy smiled at you, preening from your support. From the past hour, you held a soft spot for Dustin who lacked in confidence but still put himself out there for a crush.
He’s younger but definitely had more guts than you.
“I just feel like you’re trying too hard,” Steve admitted.
“Hey,” you elbowed your friend in the side in warning.
“Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?” Dustin said quite glumly.
“The key with girls is just…” Steve trailed off, while you cut in, “Oh, I’d love to hear this.” He continued, “… just acting like you don’t care.”
And you burst laughing. You laughed for a good minute with tears leaking from the corner of your eyes. “Oh, for goodness’ sakes,” you said, “stop giving the boy bad relationship advice, Steven.”
“Are you telling me you never chased after a boy who didn’t show that much interest?” Steve asked, but just as he shot the question, he immediately followed with, “Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”
“I wanna know,” Dustin piped in.
“Just one boy,” you whispered in the boy’s ear but still loud enough for Steve to hear. “It doesn’t matter because he doesn’t like me that way.” Before anyone could catch your hidden meaning, you added, “Besides, I only go for guys who genuinely adore me.”
“As they should!” Steve exclaimed, pointing a finger at you. “Remember what I told you: Never take less than what you deserve.”
“As I was saying,” you emphasized, pointedly looking at Steve for interrupting, then crouching to meet Dustin’s eyes, “just be true with your feelings and yourself, and the right girl will come around for you.”
“I mean, that works too,” Steve mumbled. “Some girls are just special.”
“Like Nancy?”
… and that was your cue to walk ahead of them. You should’ve known that a wholesome moment wouldn’t last. Unfortunately, it would only go downhill from there.
In the next few hours, you were being chased by reptilian dogs, rendezvoused with Chief Hopper and the Byers, and met a punk kid who had mind powers. If you weren’t constantly fighting to stay alive, you would’ve demanded context from Steve. And now, you were in a tunnel under a pumpkin patch farm that led to an evil alternate dimension.
Some side quest for romance.
Steve led the group while with you last in case something snuck from behind. You were all careful not to breathe too hard, and you made sure to avoid touching anything on the walls, keeping eye on the kids as well. Doing so proved more difficult the further you went down the tunnel looking for what Mike called “the hub.” The vines and plant bulbs for some reason looked aware of your presence in the tunnels. In fact…
“Dustin, watch out!”
You shoved him to the side only to be sprayed with spores from the flower bulbs. Coughs and wheezes broke uncontrollably from your mouth as you tried to expel what seeped through your kerchief mask. You just hoped that you managed to get most out when you did.
After the little mishap with the flower, your group – much more carefully this time – finally succeeded in setting fire to the tunnels. You ignored the burning in your lungs when it did, especially when you ran back for Mike who got caught by one of the vines as its last resort. Running on instinct, you snatched Steve’s bat and rushed over to the boy.
“Grab him!” you barked at anyone. You stomped the offending vine with the heel of your boot and swung over and over. You screamed and cried out, not knowing whether it was out of aggression or from the burning in your lungs, until Mike was freed and the rest of the vines retreated back to God knows where.
Steve stared at you in awe and slowly approached you, retrieving back his bat but keeping his other hand locked with yours. “That was awesome,” he chuckled, squeezing your entwined fingers.
Unfortunately, the moment didn’t last because a pack of demodogs came barrelling down the tunnels in pursuit of us. Interestingly enough, one of them still managed to listen to Dustin – D’Art. So, he was real... Their reunion and goodbye were enough time to escape to the opening of the tunnel.
Steve climbed out into the farm first, and you began hoisting them up, saving yourself last. You barely managed to get Dustin out, who was putting up a fight to see D’Art until his last moments. Then the strangest thing happened…
The demodogs just stared at you.
It remained that way until they dropped dead, signalling the gate finally being shut.
You were frozen and was only pulled out of your stupor when Steve hoisted you out himself.
The way those monsters clicked and growled at you felt familiar. As if they knew you. Yet you didn’t have to worry about it anymore.
summary: . . . the year Eddie Munson doesn’t give a fuck about not having graduated when he’s gotta save the girl so he can get the girl. (in which Eddie is in ST3 and reader is basically Heather Holloway) ┊ Eddie Munson x Flayed!Reader┊Main Masterlist - Series Masterlist - PI - PII
chapter summary . . . Eddie finally learns the circumstances surrounding your bizarre behavior and teams up with a ragtag group of kids to track you down and finally confront you. The only problem is you aren’t you because you’re suddenly committing grand theft auto and people around you are going missing.
chapter warnings: pining, billy hargrove (this fic is black reader friendly, I PROMISE), ‘unrequited’ love, angst, jealousy, mind control, nightmares, violence.
a/n: a very big thank you to my dear friend @kitmon for betaing this chapter! a literal angel ♡ and the detergent scene is inspired by this post, as I am a fan of LifeFire/Headdie/whatever the fuck eddie x heather's ship name would be and it was stupid fucking funny to imagine eddie seeing flayed heather do it. also didn't want to make Reader eat dirt.
word count: 8.4k
“No.”
“What? What do you mean ‘no’?” Max demanded from her place in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van.
Eddie let out an incredulous, so-fucking-done-with-this laugh, void of any humor as he drove towards her home. They’d spent the entire car ride feeding him some utter bullshit story about weird paranormal shit going around Hawkins. Now, Eddie knew Hawkins was bizarre but he gave the credit for that to its rather conservative townsfolk. Not some preteen with mind powers and a gaggle of other kids trying to take on an alternate dimension and its monsters. He loved fantasy, so the moment they mentioned a Demogorgon, Eddie knew the whole thing was a lie. A Demogorgon was a monster that existed only within the confines of DND guidebooks and lore. Not in real life.
“I mean whatever game of pretend you’re trying to play, I’m not playing.” He should have known better. Maybe they’d gotten mixed in all this when Billy had brought you over (thinking that alone caused his heart to ache) to his house and decided to have some fun with it.
“You don’t think it’s bizarre Chief Hopper suddenly has a new daughter after the death of his other one?”
“Sara.” El immediately leans forward from the back, frowning at Max’s lack of humanization for a sister she’d never get to know.
Max shot her an apologetic look before turning her attention back to Eddie who was sneering.
“You weren’t even around to see Hopper with his family, so no, I don’t think it’s bizarre! There’s a thing called adoption, you know. You adopted?” Eddie directed the question to El, glancing at her reflection in the rearview mirror.
She nodded.
“There you go!” Eddie sighed as he pulled up outside of the house they’d been directing him to, windshield wipers working aggressively to clear the constant stream of rainwater pelting down. “Look. I get it. It’s summer, you’re probably bored out of your fucking minds but what’s going on with Billy and—.”
God, he couldn’t even fucking say your name in the same sentence with him, it felt vile. Bad. What were you thinking? Why couldn’t he have just gotten to you sooner? He shouldn’t have canceled to make a few more bucks, if he hadn’t, you’d be with him. Not fucking Billy.
Oh, god. No. He should have thought of another explicit word to use because his mind was racing with images that were making him sick to his stomach.
“It’s just adult stuff, okay?” He croaked out, throat thick with emotion. “It’s not whatever you think it is, you’ll understand when you get older.”
El opened her mouth to argue but Max hushed her, shaking her head as they once more exchanged a secretive look that Eddie could very much see since he had working eyeballs.
“No,” El whispered in return as fragments of what she’d seen in her trances rushed to the forefront of her mind, the last being an image of you, soaked in an ice bath with red teary eyes as you begged her to help you. Then you’d been pulled away, dragged under by something wicked. That hadn’t been her imagination. Despite having seen you, seemingly fine in the flesh, something was amiss. Your eyes hadn’t looked the same as they did, had lacked life almost.
El directed her stare at Eddie with pleading eyes.
“You have to believe me, she needs help. She asked me herself.”
Eddie frowned, exhausted with this whole back and forth. He’d been right freaking there and you’d asked her no such thing.
“When was this?”
“Last night. I can see things─”
Eddie groaned, yanking his door open. “Christ, I’ve had it. Out, everybody out.”
The girls scrambled out of the van and into the rain, staring up at Eddie while he pulled their bikes out from the back. “Enough! Enough with the magic powers, the lab, the visions and the monsters! This shit is not a game! If something wrong is going on with them, then I’ll find out on my own! I don’t have time for your little fables and I’m not a babysitter.”
Eddie was beyond frustrated. He’d wasted all this time with them when he could have been staking out your house to see what you were up to next. Instead, he’d foolishly trusted some 13 year olds and now he’d probably have to track you down.
He didn’t even know what the fuck he was going to do, obviously you weren’t going to talk to him now that you had your stupid ass ex-fling back and said ex-fling just wanted to rub it in his face that he’d gotten you because Eddie had been too little too fucking late, as per usual. Eddie just couldn’t let you settle for Hargrove, not after everything he’d put you through and how much you’d grown since Billy had discarded you. If you didn’t want Eddie, then that’d be fine.
It really wouldn’t, because Eddie would be a total wreck and never forgive himself for missing out on you, let alone be able to get over you, but he’d rather experience that epic heartbreak over you choosing Patrick McKinney instead of Eddie. Or literally, anyone one other than Billy.
Nevermind the strong sensation of danger that radiated out of the house while you’d been in it. Hell, Eddie had been reluctant to think it but the feeling also seemed to be coming from you as well as Billy. It was difficult for him to believe, he’d dubbed you Sunshine on impulse but it had immediately gained meaning as Eddie grew to know you. Regardless of how people tried to bring you down, tried to discourage you from what you wanted and where you wanted to be socially (he’d been one of those people at some point) you refused to settle, refused to give in and fall back into the crowd like your peers wanted you to. You were positive you’d shine one day.
And one day, you did.
For Eddie, at least. He’d just been too stupid to see it—no. He’d seen it. He’d just always assumed you’d be there. Now, you weren’t. There had been no sort of sunshine present in your dining room. You hadn’t been you.
“Just go home.” Eddie shooed them in the direction of the house, ready to go back to the trailer and collapse, though his brain was running a mile a minute to try and figure out what to do next.
As he’d been about to reach for his car door handle, it suddenly moved higher than his reach.
And so did the door it was connected to.
Because his fucking van was hovering a couple of feet in the fucking air.
Eddie’s mouth dropped open, eyes wide and the hairs on his body raising at the sight of the impossible.
His head whipped around to see El, hand out towards his van with blood dripping from one of her nostrils as a look of concentration morphed her docile features into something fierce.
He watched, stunned as she lowered his van, letting it go once it was just a couple of inches off the ground and it bounced on its tires. Eddie couldn’t even wince at the damage his rims were definitely feeling.
He was stupefied, gaze moving from the van to the young girls over and over again while his mouth opened and closed like a fish.
What. The. Fuck.
“Believe us, now?” Max asked, smug smirk on her face at Eddie’s astoundment.
He could only nod stupidly, mouth on autopilot.
“Definitely fucked up my rims, so don’t do that again.” He whispered out, still mindfucked.
Eddie let himself fall against the side of his van, back pressed up against the wet metal as he ran a hand down his face and pushed the hair sticking there way, the rain wasn’t even a bother to him anymore.
His brain was spazzing out, sizzling like bacon as it tried to make sense of what he just witnessed. It just—It couldn’t!
But it reminded him of the outlandish story they’d given him in the van. The government, the not so random deaths of Benny, Barb, the disappearance and reappearance of Will Byers and how Jonathan, Nancy and Steve’s weird little love triangle (used lightly, everyone could see Nancy and Jonathan would be ending up together) also was involved in the supernatural events. And The Monsters.
Eddie felt the blood drain from his face as he specifically recalled the one about Will Byers and how he’d been just about possessed by the Mindflayer, as the girls had dubbed it. A spy for its sinister intentions.
His stomach hurt.
“Okay, okay.” Eddie finally gave in, he still had no fucking clue what was going on and he really didn’t want to but there wasn’t anytime to waste trying to somehow argue his way into coming up with a reasonable explanation for all of this. It’s been obvious to him you weren’t in the most ideal of situations, despite giving him the cold shoulder, and he knew you were possibly in danger but know he knew El actually had real fucking powers and the stories they told him were true. You weren’t just in peril, you were in a life or death situation.
How he didn’t faint was unknown to him.
“What do we do?” The question escaped him in a rush as he started at Max and El, eyes wide with desperation.
“We have to save her.” Max’s eyebrows furrowed as she stated the obvious and the desperation left Eddie just for a moment so he could glare at her.
“I know that. How? Is it the Mindflayer?”
“We didn’t kill it, just made sure it couldn’t come out,” El informed him, wiping the blood from her nose.
“Look, I hate to put all of this on hold, but there’s not much we can do right now. We can recon tomorrow. Give me your phone number.”
Eddie winced again, eyes darting around to make sure there was no one else around. God, why did this have to look so fucking bad?
He yanked his car door open to dig around the floor of it for a piece of paper, shouting in victory when he’d found not only a receipt, but a really fucked up pen that still worked. He scribbled his phone number down and made sure to keep it snug in his palms to protect it from the rain as it was transferred to Max’s hold.
“And don’t you dare think about leaving me out of any of your weird plans, I’ve seen those little looks you’ve been giving each other so I know you scheme. If it’s about her then I need to know. Deal?”
“You’re not even offering us anything.” Max made a face as she shoved the receipt with his contact information into her pocket.
“Are most kids this annoying?”
“Just go home and get some rest, Eddie. You look like hell,” she snorted out as she and El hurriedly guided the bikes up the driveway.
“I mean it! You better not leave me out of the loop!” He shouted after them before quickly jumping back into his van.
“Go home and rest. Yeah, right.” He mumbled, fumbling momentarily with the keys before the van was sputtering to life. He yanked his seatbelt on and floored it, ring clad fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly as he made his way back to your house.
No fucking way was he going home, now. Not when the love of his fucking life was possibly possessed by some cthulhu fucker. Eddie didn’t even bother turning to music for comfort, nothing but you could offer that to him and you were currently busy, apparently.
When he was just a little ways down the street, he turned his headlights off and slowed his speed. He’d do a quick driveby and then circle back to park a little ways from your house, scope it out to make sure Billy wasn’t hurting you.
That feeling of dread returned when he drove by and saw your home, every single light off and seemingly vacant of life. It was your wide open front door that really worried him, though. Fuck the discreet attempt.
Eddie swerved into your empty driveway and jumped out of the van, slamming the door shut as he surveyed for the car he’d failed to notice the last time he was present but Billy’s Camaro was nowhere in sight.
“Sunshine?” He called out as he slowly crossed the threshold of your home, shutting the door behind him. The house didn’t seem all that scary anymore, he had a feeling neither Billy nor you were here.`
When you didn’t answer him and Billy didn’t spring around the corner to attack him, he made a beeline for your room. Didn’t even bother knocking, just burst right in but like the rest of the house, your room was empty.
Eddie’s shoulders sagged as he sighed, a hand wiping down his tired face, back leaning up against your bedroom door to shut it.
The day and his newfound knowledge were finally catching up to him. He was exhausted, physically, mentally and emotionally. And the stupid fucking weight on his chest wasn’t helping, Eddie was not a fan of melancholy or heartbreak, dealing with both the idea of the girl he loved being with someone else and being in mortal danger were not the obstacles he thought he’d have to face when he planned to confess his feelings.
Selfishly, he hadn’t thought he’d face any obstacles. Definitely fucking karma.
Eddie should just pull himself together to go home and wait for Max and Eleven’s (he still couldn’t believe they had nicknamed her after a fucking number, the whole time he thought it was one of those preteen phases as Eddie had once tried to make himself known as The Munster. Terrible, he’s aware) call, just like he shouldn’t deal drugs. But he does. And he wasn't going home.
He’s had a feeling, now that you and Billy were aware of your parents’ plans, Billy had taken you out somewhere. It was killing him to not know if you were doing something along the lines of Max and El’s memories or if you were doing something else with Billy.
Were you completely out of it? Or were you aware of what you were doing? Did you really have feelings for Billy or were you being forced to stick around him? He needed answers and having to wait ‘til morning made him want to scream.
So, he did. He collapsed onto your bed, body cushioned by your soft blankets and screamed into one of your pillows. He didn’t stop until it physically hurt his lungs to continue and only then did he shift around, kicking off his sneakers as he stared up at your ceiling, another thought (one he feared to even be thinking) plaguing his conscience.
Could he lose you?
And he didn’t mean to Billy.
People had apparently lost their lives when this Upside Down place was involved. And now you were mixed into it, would that mean you’d lose your life, too?
Eddie frantically shook his head, trying to kick the thought out of it.
No. No, you did not get to die. You deserved so much more than what the world had dealt you and Eddie would move heaven and hell to make sure you got it. Whatever the fuck had a hold on you, he’d fucking rid you of it. And he was gonna tell you he loved you, too. If you didn’t love him, well then. Then, well. Yeah, he had no idea what he’d do but you’d still be alive so he could live with it. And if you did love him, then he’d spend the rest of his fucking life–your lives making sure you knew how important and loved you were. How much he loved you and wanted to make you happy. He’d do it every day. Tell you every day, if he could somehow keep from professing it multiple times a day (which he didn’t plan to). Wouldn’t be able to stop kissing you, either.
GOD, how he wanted to kiss you. He’d had the urge sporadically throughout your friendship but it intensified around Christmas time last year and by the end of the school year, Eddie’s self control was hanging by a thread. He hadn’t kissed you then because he was too stupid to even think about acknowledging his feelings as well as yours. Then summer had punched him in the fucking face because all he wanted to do was kiss you stupid, hold you and just smother himself with your existence.
Only he couldn’t.
You were possessed and maybe dating your ex-whatever he was, while under the influence of something non-human (his brain hurt to make sense of it). How the fuck was he supposed to un-posses you? The only scenario he could think of was that of The Exorcist and while you hadn’t seemed yourself, your neck hadn’t been moving in ways it shouldn’t so an exorcism was probably out of the question.
Eddie sighed, head nestled into your pillow before he realized it was your pillow, then he was pressing his face into again, albeit much more gentle, as he inhaled your scent, the ache in his heart immediately comforted by it. On impulse, he nuzzled further into it and for a moment, he was able to pretend it was your hair and you were with him, safe and curled into his side. Where you always should have been.
He cracked an eye open with a sniffle to see one of your stuffed animals staring back at him. It was the one you’d immediately dove for, to hide, when you’d first invited him over and forgot it was still displayed on your bed. He’d teased you about it for only a moment before he’d made amends by having a one sided conversation in which he befriended it.
It was quickly pulled into his arms and Eddie was further comforted just knowing he was holding something you held and cared for. He hoped–full offense to the stuffed animal–he’d be taking its place in the future.
It was all too much for him, the tears slipped out before he could stop them. Eddie found himself muffling his sobs into your pillow. It was so unfair. So, so fucking undeserved. All you wanted was to be accepted, how could that fucking warrant all this bullshit? If Eddie could, he’d swap places with you in an instant. He’d do anything.
He cried so hard and so long, he eventually ended up tiring himself out. Eddie wasn’t even aware that he’d been slipping further away from consciousness, thoughts only focused on you, so much he even dreamed of you.
“You’re really not helping me out here, Sunshine,” Eddie commented with a smirk and a dry tone as he watched you get comfortable on his bed, stomach down and feet up in the air.
“You met her at one of your shows, Eddie. She knows you’re metal so literally every single piece of clothing you own is not only appropriate for your date, it also means you can’t go wrong. ‘Sides, you look great in all your clothes,” you said, rolling onto your back to peer up at him upside down.
“Now, you’re just flattering me.” But it had been the right thing to say, Eddie had already changed twice—eager to please—and just needed reassurance. You always made him feel better about being himself.
You were also making it harder and harder for him to deny his feelings.
Maybe he shouldn’t anymore.
“Sunshine,” Eddie started, voice serious to even his own ears as he closed the distance between the two of you, squatting by the edge of the bed directly in front of you. You flipped over and sat up on your knees, hands clasped together in your lap with a hopeful gleam in your eyes. “I wanted to tell you something.”
“Okay, you can tell me anything,” you quirked and Eddie felt his heart squeeze, affections for you growing as each moment passed.
He knew he could, you were always so easy to talk to. Still, something in him was scared, he didn’t want this to be another Chrissy situation. He didn’t hold anything against her, knew hurting people wasn’t in her nature but she’d still chosen Jason over him. It had stung, but he’d had you as a salve for the pain when he was finally ready to stop running from their end and stop seeking her out.
Who would he have if you got tired of him? Something about the ache he got at the mere thought of losing you told him it would hurt way more than any of his previous heartbreaks and that wasn’t something he was keen on experiencing. So, he chickened out.
“You’re my best friend, you know that?”
“Of course, I know that. You tell me all the time,” you reminded him and Eddie just leaned forward to ruffle your hair, chuckling when you fought his hand away. He stood back up and went to grab his jacket from where he’d thrown it over one of his amps. He pointedly pretended he hadn’t seen disappointment flash over your face.
He’d make it up to you later, take you to buy a new cassette or something. God, what was he thinking? He’d almost ruined it all.
“I better get going or I’ll be late,” Eddie shrugged his jacket on, watching from the corner of his eye as you quickly pulled yourself together, pushing yourself off the bed.
It was only a little awkward as you both made your way out of the trailer. You walked over to retrieve your bike from where you always left it when you came over, unchained. No one really took stuff that didn’t belong to them around here.
Except for Eddie.
“Well, I hope you have fun, Eddie. Just don’t trash her music taste if it differs from yours in the slightest like you always do and you’ll definitely get a second date.”
“What about you? Doing anything fun?”
“Oh, yeah. Babysitting some of the neighborhood kids. I think you and Lucas would get along. He’s a huge nerd, too.” You shot him a smirk over your shoulder as you walked your bike away, always too embarrassed to hobble onto it in front of him.
Eddie stood by the door of the van, the handle loosely in his grasp as he watched your retreating figure and felt the familiar feeling of longing settle into his belly.
Fuck this.
“HEY!” He called out to you, already jogging the distance as you stopped to look back, eyes wide as you noticed the sudden change in him.
“What?”
“The thing is,” Eddie started, lips pursed as he debated over what he was about to confess. It would change everything and Eddie didn’t take to change very well. It was precisely why he’d ignored your feelings and his, hoping they’d simply go away, vanish into thin air someday.
He didn’t want them to go away anymore. He wasn’t afraid of change. Because the change that would come to your relationship was the good kind. The kind that would allow him to hold your hand, kiss you, be close to you without feeling like he was pushing a boundary.
“Are you okay?”
Eddie snapped out of it, focusing on your expression again. You looked concerned, of course you were worried about him. You were one of the few people who cared for him.
He reached out, gently taking your soft hand in his, thumb stroking over your knuckles.
“The thing is . . . I love you. I love you, so much and I’ve been too chicken shit to say anything because you’re also my best fucking friend, Sunshine. I didn’t want to lose that. But if I didn’t say anything, I’d be losing the chance for more. I want everything with you, I want to be your boyfriend,” he confessed, giving your hand a squeeze as he watched you with bated breath.
You stared down at your hands for a moment.
Then you laughed.
You laughed cold and cruel and hard, before yanking your hand out of his grasp.
“You think I’d want you? After all this time?”
The pain in his chest was immediate, he could feel the blood drain from his face. Then Billy Hargrove walked around the corner of a neighboring trailer, hands in his pockets with the most smug of smirks on his stupid fucking face. The fuck was he doing here?
“Why the hell would she want you, Freakazoid? She’s my girl, always has been.” Eddie watched as he walked right up to you, slipping an arm around your shoulders as you leaned into his embrace like you were used to it, your own arms slipping around his waist. Eddie felt physically ill.
He could also feel his heart cracking, chipping and shattering into millions of pieces as he stared hopelessly at you and Billy. It got worse.
Billy leaned down, mouth devouring yours in a messy kiss that you returned with fervor and Eddie felt like he was dying, could feel the hot tears of anger, heartache, frustration and betrayal—he didn’t really have a right to feel—already running down his cheeks.
He wiped furiously at them but they just kept coming. When you and BIlly finally pulled away, it was only to laugh at him.
Then it wasn’t just you and Billy. Suddenly, he was in the cafeteria of the high school, and everyone was crowded around, laughing at him, having an absolute fit of a good time at his expense.
Eddie couldn’t breathe, wet gaze and red eyes darting around to take in all the cruel faces around him before landing on yours again, begging with them.
This time, there was no cruelty on your face. It was void of any emotion before you turned your back to him and made your way into the crowd solo, Billy was no longer present.
Eddie made a desperate attempt to follow you, trying to force and bully his way through the crowd, watching the back of your head disappear into it as he screamed your name, begging you to come back to him as the crowd got louder and rowdier. You were gone. He was left alone.
Eddie’s eyes snapped open as he gasped for breaths and jolted up, chest heaving and filled with momentary panic before he realized he’d experienced a nightmare. Or something close to it.
It wasn’t real. Thank fucking hell.
The nightmare had started off as a memory. You had been at his trailer, hanging out with him before one of his dates but he hadn’t stopped you when you left on your bike. Eddie had only watched you. Then he got in his van and went to pick up the girl he had asked out.
He fell back into soft pillows, relaxing for just a moment before he realized the pillows were too soft and fluffy to be his, as was the mattress under his body. A quick look around his surroundings reminded him he was in your bedroom.
He was also reminded of the horrifying circumstances regarding why he was in your bedroom and you weren’t.
Shit.
Reluctantly, Eddie got out of your bed, quickly gathering his things. Max would probably call soon and he had to be at the trailer to answer. He practically ran down your stairs, stopped, ran back up them to snag the stuffed animal he’d cuddled the night before. He’d need a little bit of you to keep him sane.
As he locked and closed your front door behind him, he just so happened to glance at your next door neighbor’s house, head doing a double take when he noticed their front door was also open.
Eddie did a quick glance around before he made his way over to investigate, brows furrowing when he noticed the door jam was broken.
“Hello?” He called out, pushing the door open further. The entrance was a wreck, a small table with flowers had been knocked over along with a coat rack, which had a large section of it broken off. The broken piece was only a little ways away. The home had obviously been broken into and some sort of struggle had taken place.
Eddie had a feeling both you and Billy had been involved. Just as he turned to leave, a picture had been knocked to the floor caught his eye.
Of fucking course your neighbor had to be the goddamn Mayor.
He ran back to his van in record time, quickly peeling out of the area as he weighed his options. He couldn’t call the cops, not only because he was probably still on their radar, there was no way they wouldn’t try to blame him for it. Then, he’d get locked up and saving you wouldn’t be impossible from behind bars.
Besides, they were pretty much useless. He’d have to tell Red and El.
Eddie made it into his trailer just in time to answer the phone before it could finish its first ring. He nearly broke his ankles flinging himself at it, wincing as his shoulder collided roughly with the wall.
“‘Lo?” He croaked out, mouthing ‘ow’ as he rubbed the sore spot.
“It’s me.”
Red—Max, whatever.
“What’s up?” He demanded, shoulder pain immediately forgotten.
“Your girlfriend, you know her schedule right?”
“She’s not my—yeah. Yeah, I know her schedule. Why?” It didn’t matter all that much to correct her, right?
“Does she work today?”
“No. WAIT. Yes, she’s covering for her co-worker Heather. I don’t know what shift, though,” If you bothered showing up this time, anyways. “Why?”
“Meet us at the pool then.”
“WHY?” Eddie demanded again, wincing once more when he remembered Wayne should be asleep on his bed. A quick glance into the living room confirmed his old man was still asleep. Thank god that man could sleep through the apocalypse.
“Why?” Eddie muttered into the receiver, voice much lower this time.
“We’re gonna see if she’s a spy.”
“Were you not in the same house as me, yesterday? I wouldn’t call that atmosphere pleasant.”
“I wouldn’t call any atmosphere Billy is in ‘pleasant’.”
“Alright, you got me there. But I went over again and—hello?” Eddie was met with the sound of the dial tone. He rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath as he placed the phone back on the receiver. Kids were such assholes.
He took a quick shower, probably less than five minutes, and freshened up just so he wouldn’t smell in case he ended up in close quarters with you.
When he got to the pool, he was momentarily concerned he wouldn’t be able to find them. Then he caught sight of Red and El, crouched in the parking lot in front of a nearby car. They weren’t alone.
“Oh great, you brought the rest of the little rascals,” Eddie sighed as he walked over.
“Shut up.”
“I’m Lucas.”
“Will.” Eddie had seen him on a couple of ‘Missing’ flyers, had been handed one when Jonathan was passing them around during all of his breaks and lunch.
“Mike.” He was prompted when El shoved her elbow into his rib.
“Eddie,” He introduced himself, giving them all a nod before his attention was on Red. “What are we doing here?”
“I already told you,” Max sighed, ready to elaborate once more.
“Yes, I know that. I mean why are we hiding in the parking lot?”
“Plotting,” Max stated, glancing back at where Billy lounged on the lifeguard tower. Eddie followed her stare and frowned. If Billy was on duty, then they’d most likely missed you.
You appeared on the other side of Billy, still clad in your swimsuit with a towel over your arm as you conversed.
Eddie perked up immediately and so did the sense of longing in his belly.
“What were you saying?” Lucas asked Will, referring to whatever it was they were talking about before Eddie interrupted with his arrival.
Eddie didn’t take his eyes off you, too afraid you’d disappear like you did in his dream but he was listening intently to the conversation.
“The Mind Flayer liked to hide. He only used me when he needed me.” There was that unsettling feeling again. Eddie did not like that, not one bit. “It’s like you’re a doormat. And then, when he needs you, you’re activated.”
You didn’t look like you could harm a fly, sunglasses over your face as you appeared to argue with Billy, who didn’t so much as look down at you, gesturing to a kid in the water he’d most likely called a name.
You told him Billy did that a lot and it bothered you significantly.
“Okay, so we just wait until they get activated,” Max decided.
“No,” Mike shook his head, “What if they hurt someone?”
“Or kill someone.” Lucas added.
“They already broke into the Mayor’s house,” Eddie informed them, grimly. He was trying to wrap his head around the idea of the cute lifeguard, who held his heart in the soft palms of her hands, breaking into a home and abducting someone.
“What?!”
“I went by again yesterday.” Eddie threw Max a glare as he recalled what he had attempted to tell her over the phone before she hung up on him. “And when I left this morning—don’t ask—I noticed her neighbor’s door looked kicked in. The inside was wrecked and a lovely little photo of that asshole and his wife was on the ground.”
“That’s not the Mayor’s house,” Lucas corrected him, “It’s his mistress’ house. The Mayor lives in some fancy schmancy part of town with his wife but he’s been seeing my mom’s hair stylist and that’s where she lives. I hear my mom talking about it to her friends all the time.”
“Then they got a rude interruption last night.”
“We’re not taking any more chances,” Mike declared. “We need to find out if they’re hosts to it.”
Mike, Lucas and Will ran to the boys locker rooms to check something but Eddie couldn’t be bothered to go with them, choosing to wait with Max and El so he could keep an eye on you. The boys came back within minutes and had developed a plan to capture Billy. Which just left you.
Mike had come up with the idea to lock you in the sauna with Billy but Eddie vehemently rejected the idea. He was not about to lock you anywhere with Billy, especially since he was a little more reassured of your dislike of him. While you two had been playing house the evening before, it looked like you were back to being annoyed with him today. What the hell was up with that?
Eddie noticed you walking away and stiffend. Was The Mindflayer calling you away?
“She’s leaving,” he pointed out, a desperate edge to his voice.
“Oh, shit. We can’t let her out of our sight!”
“I won’t,” Eddie stated as they crouched low to hide behind the car when you came out. He’d been expecting you to walk over to the bike racks but you made your way to the parking lot instead, hopping into the first car you saw. You dipped a little below the steering wheel before the car came to life and you drove out of the parking lot.
“Should we follow her car?”
“She doesn’t have a car,” was all Eddie stated before he bolted over to the van. Before he could peel out after you, Lucas’s face popped into view of the window and Eddie hastily lowered it in time for the preteen to shove a giant fucking walkie talkie through it.
“Use this to keep in contact and be careful!”
“Thanks, kid.”
Eddie didn’t wait any longer, speeding out of the parking lot to make sure he didn’t lose you.
His heart was racing, palms sweaty and gripping the steering wheel as he followed the car you stole. When you pulled into the grocery store, he parked further from you, just to make sure you weren’t on to him.
You got out of the car and Eddie realized you were still in your red swimsuit and white sneakers, with no bag or car keys. You glanced around you and Eddie quickly ducked down into the seat cursing as he waited a few moments before peaking over at your retreating figure. There was no telling whether you saw him or not, you were still wearing your sunglasses but if you had seen him, his presence didn’t bother you enough to stop you.
Eddie pulled out the TRC, fumbling with it until he managed to get it operating, “Eddie to Little Rascals. Come in, Little Rascals.”
There was nothing for a few moments, then static.
“Eddie?” It was Lucas.
“Yeah, it’s me. I followed her to Bradley’s Big Buy.”
“What’s she doing there?”
“Buying groceries? I don’t know! But I’m gonna find out. I’ll check in soon.” Eddie didn’t bother asking how their plan with Billy was going, they couldn’t exactly trap him in broad daylight with witnesses, nor did he even care about what happened to the mondo-douche. Not after he got you involved in this fucked up mess.
He did his best to maintain a sense of casualty when he got into the store, giving a forced smile to some lady who was staring at him for obvious reasons: his attire and general appearance. “Hey, how you doin’?”
Eddie speedwalked, checking each aisle for you. He almost feared he’d lost you, maybe you’d already left the store, until he reached the laundry detergent aisle.
There you were and for a moment, he forgot about the current situation, eyes raking over your figure with deep appreciation. Wow. Just—wow.
Then you grabbed a detergent off the shelf, uncapped it and began chugging the liquid down, effectively snapping him out of his horny thoughts.
Eddie could only stare, eyes wide and mouth open, dumbfounded.
You lowered the nearly empty jug, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before you noticed his presence, turning your head to him.
“Hi, Eddie.” You greeted him as though nothing was wrong, like you didn’t just down an entire jug of chemicals.
“Uh, hey, Sunshine.” Was all he could force out because he didn’t know if he was interacting with you or The Mindflayer. Did it even allow you to be you? Fuck, it was confusing. Did he mention how fucked up this whole thing was?
“I’d go with the lemon scented, lavender’s pretty shit.” Then you capped the jug and put it back on the shelf before walking off. Eddie took a few moments to regain his composure, trying not to have a panic attack about what drinking that shit could do to you before he was stumbling after you but he was too late.
You weren’t in the store anymore and Eddie cursed as he made a break for the front doors, running out of them just as the car you were in—an entirely new one from the one you stole at the pool—screeched by.
FUCK.
“FUCK!” Eddie gripped the roots of his hair in frustration, paying no mind to the weird looks he was getting.
You’d gotten out of there fast, there was no way you weren’t on to him following you around now. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He ran back to the van, yanking the door open and rooting around until he pulled up the walkie talkie.
“Preteens, we have a problem. I repeat, we have a colossal problem.”
This time it was Max who responded, “What is it, Eddie?”
“She knows.”
Eddie heard a bunch of them trying to talk as Max held down the button before she told them to be quiet, “What does she know? What happened?”
“I was following her inside and I caught—well, I mean it was out in the open but not a whole lot of people were around—anyways, I caught her drinking laundry detergent and I was so damn shocked, she had time to make it out. She must have been bolting in the parking lot because by the time I made it out behind her, she was already driving off!” Eddie rambled, still shook up by the whole ordeal.
“She was drinking detergent?”
“Messed up, right? She took off in a different car this time and I don’t know how she’s doing it unless The Mindflayer gives his little puppets a crash course on hotwiring.” But even that took a few moments, you’d gotten out of there way too quick if that was the case.
“You have to find her, Eddie!”
“I know, I know. I’m gonna search around town. Be careful on your end.” The TRC was tossed onto the passenger seat as Eddie started up the van.
He drove through the streets of Hawkins looking for any sign of you and while he didn’t find you, he found elements of your presence in the form of a few homes which looked broken into. He wasn’t entirely sure if you’d done it since Bradley’s or if they had been homes you and Billy had hit the night prior.
You made your way through the crowded mall, easily weaving between bodies as you approached the girls hanging out by the fountain. You’d since changed your lifeguard attire, He needed you to blend in for the next part of his plan.
“Well, well. Look who’s out of the house,” Beverly commented, hot pink lips pursed into an ignorant smirk. The rest of her lackeys giggled as if she said something remotely insulting.
“Thank you for stating the obvious, Beverly. I am—indeed—at the fucking mall and not my house,” you stated, face void of any amusement. Fix it, He commanded and your face broke out into a smile just as Beverley’s contorted in shock at your brazen reply.
“Anywho, girls, Billy sent me.” You waited for them to show signs of interest, He was pleased when they did; sitting up straighter, leaning forward to hear what you had to say. “He’s throwing a warehouse party tonight. Interested?”
Eddie was camped out in front of your house, sunk just low enough in the seat to see over the edge of the dashboard as he waited for you to come home. He had no luck perusing the town, so his best bet was to wait for you to come to him.
The stuffed animal was clutched to his chest again, mind entirely filled with nothing but thoughts and concern about you when you finally pulled up to your home in another car, having ditched the other.
He knew it probably wasn’t wise, but he needed to confront you, he had to find out what was going on with you.
The moment you were out of your car, Eddie was out of the van and calling out to you.
You stopped in your tracks, staring at him with a bleak expression, “Yes?”
He had no idea what to fucking say, so he went with, “Where have you been?”
“Around.”
His eyes squeezed shut for a moment, ache in his chest only growing, “Sweetheart, please. Please talk to me. What’s going on? You’re avoiding me, hanging around Billy again and not acting like yourself. Did I do something? If I did, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Eddie saw you fidget, brows furrowing as something akin to sadness appeared to pass over you.
“You didn’t do anything, Eddie,” He let you tell him. “Go away.”
You turned to walk up your driveway but Eddie was desperate, he reached forward to grasp your wrist and you whirled around, expression dark as your body tensed.
“I said. . . Go. Away.” It was hissed out between your clenched teeth with so much venom, Eddie almost backed down. Almost. The impending doom feeling returned, filling the warm night air with dread.
He clenched his jaw, preparing for you to attack him at that point but he’d take whatever you gave him. He could handle it, even if he had to wrestle you into submission.
“No.”
Just as it looked like you were about to make a move, something odd happened.
You froze, eyes looking both at him and beyond him. The skin of your wrist under Eddie’s palm began to move in a way that was not at all normal or even remotely human. He stared in horror as your veins appeared to bulge and crawl up your arm, following them up to your face where the veins around your eye sockets—not normally seen to the human eye—were very apparent, bulging and dark.
Your eyes were nearly pitch black.
With ease, you flung the arm Eddie had a hold of, sending him flying in the air before crashing onto the lawn on the other side of the street.
He gasped, trying to get the air that had escaped his lungs on impact to return to him and was still gasping when he managed to roll onto his side, eyes darting around until they caught sight of you running towards a telephone poll with an electricity distribution box on it.
Eddie watched, chest heaving as you tore the cover off, before flinging it at an alarming speed towards the telephone wires, one of the jagged ends catching along and snapping a wire from its place as its sparks rained down around you.
It was only then Eddie noticed the puddle of water, left over from last night’s storm, you stood in.
“NO!” He managed to yell, voice hoarse as he tried to warn you, gritting his teeth while he pushed his sore body up from the ground. He watched the wire dance around the street, sparks flying from the end.
He’d just managed to get to his feet, ignoring the pain in his sides as he ran towards you.
Before Eddie could reach you, the wire end dipped into the puddle and he was sure his heart stopped.
Only, you weren’t electrocuted as you should have been. You weren’t affected at all.
Eddie’s running slowed to a stop as you reached down, grabbed the thick wire and raised it to your mouth.
“No fucking way.” He whispered into the air, mouth dry.
You bit into it and Eddie swore he saw your body illuminate, literally glow from within like a finger would if held against the lens of a flashlight, before the lights of the homes around him flickered, as did the street lights. Suddenly, telephone pole glass insulators burst on every pole as far as his eyes could see and the bulbs of every street light shattered. The homes went black, leaving your street and probably the next couple of blocks swallowed in darkness.
Eddie could barely make out your figure fleeing under the cover of a total blackout, sprinting further and further away until he could no longer see you at all.
He stood in the middle of the street for quite some time before he painstakingly made his way back to the van.
The drive back to the community pool was filled with silence, his headlights the only source of light.
When Eddie pulled up to the pool it was obvious the area had been affected by the power outage but not too bad, a couple of lights flickering and the ones that weren’t were dim. The kids were all seated on the sidewalk, looking as defeated as he felt.
“We lost Billy. He’s flayed,” Max stated, sounding disheartened as Eddie sat next to her, grimacing at the shock of pain flaring through his side.
“So is she.” Saying it out loud made his eyes burn with the sting of tears, fists clenched as they rested over his knees. It was one thing to fear you were possibly under the control of that thing, he felt a whole new sense of terror knowing, without a doubt, you were.
He explained what had happened on his end, how you possessed almost superhuman strength and managed to drain a large region of the town of its electricity, which also explained how you were easily able to start all those cars you’d stolen. The kids deflated further as they realized exactly what they were up against this time around.
“What are you going to do, now?” Max asked quietly, fully expecting him to run for the hills. It’s what any sane person would do.
Max didn’t know Eddie wasn’t sane. And if it hadn’t been you in this situation, he would have run, wouldn’t have even been mixed into this whack ass situation.
But it was you and Eddie was done running from you. It was high time he ran towards you.
“I’m gonna save her. Or—y’know, die trying, I guess.”
“The girl,” you asked, grabbing the rag at your side. “Was it her?”
“Yeah. It was her. She knows now. She knows about me.” Before you could press it to the cut actively bleeding on Billy’s forehead, his hand darted out to grip your arm. “Will Munson be a problem?”
“No,” Brief flashes of warm, pretty brown kind eyes, a smirk, a wide grin, and brown curls managed to slip past His control before they were snuffed out, the ashes left to sink into the the grips of the Upside Down, along with your freewill.
Billy’s grip on your arm loosened and despite his bruising hold, there were no marks left behind on your skin. You were one in the same.
“She could have killed me,” he continued, and you felt what he feared. The failure of your plan. Of His plan.
“Yes.” Billy would be no match for the girl with superhuman abilities. Even with the gift He bestowed you, you may be no match for her. “But not us.”
You turned your head, both you and Billy taking in the sight of your growing numbers, various members of the community now a part of your legion, a part of Him. Soon, you would all join Him as one.
“Not us.”
And He watched you, from the eyes of the creature left behind in the world he’d been cast out of.
In his domain, the realm of the Upside Down, the being, the nightmare who would soon be known began his preparations.
thinking about flayed!billy and flayed!reader who literally had no idea who one another were but often found eachother in the locker room showers (of the community pool) just standing under freezing cold water.
neither of you had known that the other was flayed until one time he'd just pulled you into the shower with him in attempt to bash you against the wall in pure anger.
when you felt the cold water your head falls back against the wall billy had pushed you into and you moan loudly in immediate pleasure as he gets away from the heat.
because he likes it cold.
the second he sees your face, the black veins fading away, he knows.
the two of you end up pushing eachother out of under the shower head, taking turns under the cold water.
you guys would shower together every day that you would go to the pool. and since you had a little brother who wanted to go all the time, that left you in the heat, and you couldn't take it.
it burnt your skin. the what you used to think was average 80 degree weather became equivalent to the burn of flames when it hit your skin.
you would cover as much of your body as you could until you'd go into the locker rooms to take a cold shower. you'd undress from your longsleeved shirt and shorts to where you're just wearing the bikini you'd always wear beneath.
and every time, either billy had been there waiting for you, or he'd follow you swiftly into the shower.
he was most vulnerable when he was with you. it wasn't so bad when he was with you. he knew that he was real, when he was with you. he was himself, for short periods of time.
vulnerability made it easier for the two of you to be under control of your own mind.
sometimes you guys would hug eachothers bodies tight and stand under the water together when it was specifically hotter than usual outside.
he found you screaming in pain sitting outside on the hot concrete after hours. your skin was blistering, you were crying. your brother, who usually would be there, wasn't there.
"what are you doing here? the pool is closed, little girl." he'd pull your arm, lifting you up off the burning hot ground before bringing you to the shower you'd usually be in.
you can't stop the tears. this wasn't him, this was you. this was you fighting to get out of this scary deep trance he'd put you into.
"why?" you cry out as billy pushes you under the cold water in hopes of your sulking to stop.
you grip your blistered shoulder, your blood was black. you could see movement as the cold water pieced your skin back together.
continuing to cry softly as you sit on the floor of the shower, rubbing hands through wet hair.
he just watches in silence before he brings himself into the shower, you hear him groan from behind you when the water stops hitting your back.
"stand up." he'd instruct before you begrudgingly ignore him, "i said, stand up, girl." he'd say in a more angry tone.
you whine before you stand up and face him, mascara staining your undereyes from tears. he has his arms out before you walk into them, hugging him as the water hits the both of you exactly where it needed to most.
one day he'd invited you on a walk late at night, when it'd been slightly chilled. the two of you wearing little clothing, such as a sports bra and shorts and he'd simply be wearing basketball shorts.
the two of you walk, the sandals protecting your feet from touching the hot streets below you.
"it's nice out." he hums.
you don't respond. you don't know where he's taking you.
soon you'd arrive at some deserted, abandoned hospital looking building.
walking inside, seeing containers with body parts in them, shivers flow down your spine.
"strange." billy says softly before walking back to where the two of you had entered.
"wait." he'd stop walking at the sound of your voice, "i'm cold."
he turns around with a grunt, "it's not that cold in here, sweets. let's just go." he lightly takes your hand into his own, leading you out of the building.
your body stays cold, and you're unsure why.
"that bothered you, didn't it?" billy asks.
you nod slightly, holding his hand tighter as you walk side by side to a nearby bed and breakfast.
you knock on the door and an elderly woman answers, "hello, would you like a room?".
"yeah." billy would respond, squeezing my hand tightly as he attempts not to hurt her.
she leads us upstairs, talking about nothing in specific before opening a door to a small room, one bed, and a small television.
you sigh, letting go of billy's hand.
"you did good." he'd praise quietly as he opens the window, turning on the small fan located across the room.
he'd praise you for having not flayed anyone else. the two of you had to learn not to hurt people, as there were too many surrounding the two of you constantly.
your bodies would be controlled by this monster that had taken over the two of you. training your mind to resist urges that hadn't been your own intentions.
each day that passes is different, attempting to relearn simple things that were taken from you.
the next morning when the two of you had gone downstairs to have breakfast with the elderly woman, you couldn't control yourself.
your body disobeyed your mind. when he watched you abuse the woman he gets the urge himself.
kind of like when a wolf howls, the entire pack begins to, letting others know where they are.
"you're so horrible, you know that?" he'd say as he closes the trunk to the woman's car, her body lying inside.
ultimate thanks to the ever-genius @heart-eye-harrington for giving me the idea for this fic!! and to the catsluts for helping!! <3 have some pain <3
Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader
Summary: When the Mind Flayer gets a hold of the reader, Steve tries to break through to them before time runs out (aka flayed!reader)
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: cursing, violence mention
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It happens too quickly for Steve to stop it.
The moment the mind flayer lets your limp and unconscious body slump to the ground, Steve - and everyone - knows, logically, that while you may not be dead yet, you’re more than a lost cause - you’re an impossibility, an untouchable, a marionette controlled by another.
He knows that each moment brings him closer to the one in which he loses you. Maybe that’s why he’s doing this. Why he hoisted you into his arms and carried you inside, why he deposited you safely behind the Scoops Ahoy counter and bound your hands and legs; why he refuses to let go.
The moment he lets go is the moment he loses you for good.
With the party and the teenagers fluttering about, divvying up explosives and readying the so-called battle stations, it takes them a minute to realize Steve and your absence. When they do, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan are sent as mediators.
He's standing with his arms folded, watching you sleep in the chair wound in rope when they approach him slowly like one might a wounded and dangerous animal. He supposes, right now, he is; the lion tending to the injured lioness, snapping its maws at anything that moves near.
"Steve…" Nancy starts, in that condescending and overly careful tone she seems to reserve for him, and Steve snaps around to face them, narrowing his eyes. The intensity in his gaze appears to silence Nancy, and she clamps her mouth shut, Robin sliding in to take the reins.
“Look, Harrington, I get that you and y/n are-” Robin pauses, gaze flicking in your direction, her jaw tensing and her brow twitching. “-close, but we need you out there. If what the others said really is true, you know how this ends-”
“Don’t,” Steve practically snarls. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”
“Steve-” Jonathan protests.
“We need you out there,” Nancy says. “We need your help.”
“Too bad,” he says. “Cuz y/n needs it more.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Steve-” Nancy says.
“If you guys don’t mind, I don’t really have a lot of time here, so…” Steve trails off, leveling his gaze and letting ice into his tone. It isn’t often he drags up his old facade, but it’s like shrugging into an old coat, easier than it should be but surprisingly effective. “Isn’t there a monster out there that’s trying to kill us, or something?”
“Yeah,” Jonathan snaps, “and we could really use your help killing the damn thing.”
Steve shrugs, letting his hand fall to the tire jack he found in the back of the Todd-father - a makeshift weapon, though he doubted he’d get a chance to use it if the Mind Flayer truly set its sight on him - in a silent threat. Nancy and Jonathan’s gaze fall to his hand, curled around the metal, and they stiffen, but Robin doesn’t take the bait, stepping forward.
“Steve, I don’t really know what’s coming, but apparently, you do, or you know how to handle it. And we need as many people like that as we can get. We need you to fight. It’s important,” she says, gentler than she’s ever been, her fear visible in the twist of her expression.
“The only fight that matters to me,” he says, “is the one for them.” He jerks a finger in your direction, and the intensity of his words and expression must finally break through to the trio in front of him, because they exchange looks before slowly peeling off, their displeasure evident but ignored by Steve.
Steve shoves the door shut and bolts the lock the moment they’re gone, moving to the partition and slamming the shutter closed before turning to face where you’re slowly regaining consciousness, your eyes fluttering and fingers twitching.
He crosses the room to drop into the chair across from you, keeping a healthy distance between you and folding his arms, forcing an even expression - at least, he hopes it’s even. His heart is a kick drum pounding against his chest and threatening to bunch through, and his memories of you - unflayed and as he remembers - rolling like film credits behind his eyes.
He doesn’t really have a plan here beyond trying to break through to you, and even that is more of an end goal than anything.
If the mind flayer has taken over, turned your world to grey, there may not be a way to bring the color back. But if there is, wouldn’t Steve be the best to find it?
He will not break - you will. It’s the only choice he has; the other option is death, and it is not one he is willing to consider.
Your head snaps up, eyes narrowed and gaze dark, inky black vines curling around your cheekbones and down your neck, disappearing beneath your shirt's collar. A twisted grin pulls on your lips, and you incline your head.
“You’re still here, then,” you say. You scan the room, gaze sweeping down over your bindings and the space between you and Steve, and your brows lift. “A little nervous, are we?”
“Just trying to keep you from doing something you’ll regret.”
“Oh, I highly doubt I’ll regret it,” you say. You struggle against your restraints and let out a frustrated noise. “Let me out. Now.”
“Yeah, that’s not happening.”
“I think you’re going to be the one ending with regrets, Steve,” you say, voice hard. “Because I will get out of this.” You tug at your restraints, and Steve ignores the sharp twist to his gut at the coldness to your tone.
“We’ll see, I guess.”
"What's your plan here?" You ask. "You know there are only two ways this can go. Either I escape and kill you, or you run out of time, and your friends kill me. What's it going to be?"
Steve pushes to his feet, turning and regaining his composure, rifling through his panicked mind for some semblance of a method of attack.
All he has are the memories you share, and they will have to be enough - Steve will have to be fast enough.
He steels himself and turns to face you, stepping up to you and leaning down, face inches from yours - a silent show of fearlessness, though a lie Steve prays you don’t see through. He’s terrified, more terrified than he’s ever been, and there isn’t a monster to be seen; there is just you and the wall up in your mind between monster and man.
“Like I said,” Steve says, voice as cold as he can manage, “I guess we’ll see.”
Your jaw tenses, and you thrash in your bindings, snapping like a turtle, teeth gnashing. Steve suppresses his flinch and leans back, settling back onto the chair, perched on the edge with his elbows pressed to his knees.
“Do you know why I brought you in here?” He asks, gesturing to the Scoops back room.
“Does it look like I care?” You retort, and Steve ignores you, pushing forward.
“I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to y/n.”
“I am y/n,” you snap. “New and improved.”
“No,” Steve says, “you’re not.”
“Always with the denial,” you say, expression near teasing. “First Nancy Wheeler, then Robin Buckley, now me. You’re really comfortable with this living a lie thing, aren’t you?”
“It’s not going to work,” Steve says. “You can’t hurt me.”
Your eyes narrow, and the ice that slides through Steve’s veins pins him in place momentarily, his stomach clawing its way up his throat.
“Oh, Steve,” you say, voice sweet, “I’m the only one who can.”
A pit forms in his belly, acid coiling around his insides and turning him cold. He repeats the mantra this isn’t them over and over, but the fear and dread noosed around his neck tighten by the second.
“I’m not giving up on you. Not until you’re dead,” he says, spitting the last word, throwing his anger into it - he isn’t angry at you, but he is angry, boiling over with it, a rubber band milliseconds from snapping.
It’s a battle of wits, and unfortunately for Steve, he’s always been better with a bat than words, but words - memories - are all he has; they will have to be enough.
You let out a humorless laugh that Steve knows will haunt his nightmares for years to come, regardless of whether you survive this, and you level him with a cool stare.
“You want to know the truth about you?” You ask.
“I’m not going to be able to stop you from telling me, so…” He waves a hand, gesturing for you to continue, letting out a huff.
Your lip twitches and Steve thinks he sees a flash of irritation; it is not what he was looking for, but any permeation of the wall is worthwhile.
"You're never going to be the first choice, Steve Harrington." Your lip curls. "And why would you? Who in their right mind would choose you?”
The words cut through every single wall Steve has, slicing down to his core, and it takes everything in him to make the blow invisible. His heart thuds and his pulse races, and he can barely hear over the ringing in his ears, but he doesn't let you see it - he can't let you see it.
“You did,” he says, more emotion bleeding into his tone than he intends.
He isn’t looking - he misses it completely - but your expression turns to stone for a millisecond before the twisted smile returns; a chink in the armor.
When he meets your gaze, the slate is clean and the vines on your face coil and twist, dancing along your cheekbones. The black has spread to your eyes, like bloodshot darkness.
You’re still in there. You have to be.
A memory Steve had forgotten slips to the surface, and he straightens like a rod, leaning forward, a smile pulling on his lips. Something warm blooms in his chest, small and soft; hope is a terrifying, dangerous feeling, but Steve holds on anyway.
“You don’t really understand how this works, do you?” You snap. “The person you knew is gone. At least, the one who pretended to love you. They’re not coming back.”
"Bullshit," Steve snaps, the use of the word that has cut him so deep his stomach twists. "The y/n I know is still there."
“Delusional.”
"You know, I would have expected the monster that's possessing you to be a little smarter than this," Steve says, standing and strolling around the room, moving behind you and back to the front. His motion seems to frustrate you, and he swears you swallow a growl the first time he disappears from sight.
"The hell are you going on about now?" You ask, pushing your irritation into the form of annoyance at Steve's drawn-out speech and not the fraying of your strings. He stops to the side of you, stepping forward just enough to be seen, and you snap your head toward him, narrowing your eyes.
You are not the cat in this situation, contrary to what you clearly believe: you are the mouse. This is his web, and he just needs to draw you close enough to get stuck in it.
“I mean, if my y/n is supposed to be gone, they wouldn’t remember the things they’d said. Things they told me.” Steve shrugs a shoulder, playing at nonchalant despite the nervousness skittering across his skin. He moves in front of you, leaning in close and cocking his brows; he allows some of the King Steve persona he’s shamefully kept hidden for so long to slip into the light, filling him with - albeit false - confidence. “You kinda screwed the pooch on that one.”
He shifts back, letting his expression soften, and though it might lose him a hand, he stretches his fingers out and lets them settle against your cheek. You stiffen, but don’t wrench away or try to bite him, to his relief.
“I know you’re still in there,” he says, looking deep into your ink-stained eyes and trying to find the y/n he remembers. “I need you to fight like hell, okay?”
Your eyes flutter shut for a long moment, and when they open, your jaw is slack, and the irritation has dissipated. You widen your eyes, lips parting, and say, in a soft tone, "Steve?"
Cool relief floods Steve’s veins, but it is too quickly squashed by a wave of nausea at the glint in your eye. The illusion is simply that: an illusion. The monster is still curling along your exposed skin, your eyes still bloodshot.
Rage snaps inside him, and he resists the urge to slam his fist into the wall - he’s trying not to be his old self, and he’s also not sure a show of weakness is the best move right now.
This isn't your fault, and the sooner he breaks the spell - if such a thing is even possible - the sooner he can apologize for tying you up and basically interrogating you. Which, seeing as it's your second interrogation of the day, Steve feels even more guilty about.
He doesn't have a choice. If he did, he'd never have chosen this. If he'd had a choice, he would have taken your hand and walked you far away from Starcourt Mall the day you both got hired.
But choices have never really been afforded to Steve Harrington.
“You want to know when I realized I loved you?” He asks, rhetorically. You roll your eyes, but don’t snap at him to stop, and he has to take that as hope - it’s either that or a delusion, and he prefers hope.
"I was working late, closed up the shop after you and Robin, and everyone else was gone. It's like, midnight, and I walk out into the empty parking lot, and there you are, sitting in your car by the curb, waiting for me," he says, lips curling up as the images roll through his head. "And when I knocked on your window, you rolled the window down, and said, 'took you long enough,' and you just…smiled, and-" Steve shakes his head. "-it was so stupid, such a dumb little thing, but nobody had ever done that for me before. Waited to make sure I got home okay."
Your expression stays cold and emotionless, but Steve takes your silence as a reason to continue.
Because the truth is, if this doesn’t work, or if Steve runs out of time, or if you do make it out of your binds somehow, the story of you and Steve dies in this room.
Steve Harrington is not someone who deserved a great love story, or a love story at all, but you gave him one, and he refuses to let that go. So, he tells the story, as if letting it out into the air will crystallize it, solidify it and keep it safe. He weaves it into the sky and leaves it to hang.
“I asked you once,” Steve says, his throat tightening, “why you picked me, when you could have been with anyone else. You remember what you told me?” He looks to you, and though he hates himself for it, a tear snakes down his cheek, dripping off his chin and onto the floor.
Your lips part ever so slightly, but the monster is still holding the reins. A fierce, overpowering sadness rolls through Steve, desperation and fear and doubt and loss wreaking havoc inside him.
“You told me I deserved to be someone’s first choice,” he says, the tears falling freely now. He swallows the sob that claws up his chest, holding your gaze through his blurry vision. “And then you told me that for you, it wasn’t even really a choice. That I had always been the only choice.”
The battle rages outside, fireworks crackling and roars thundering, and Steve knows the sand is running out of the hourglass. He can feel the wave beginning to recede from the shore, and if he isn’t quick, you’ll be dragged out into the depths.
The next step he takes isn’t the smartest, and if you were you right now, you’d surely scold him for its idiocy, but Steve Harrington has never been much of a think-first-shoot-later kind of guy. He’s an ‘act-first-regret-later’ kind of guy. It has screwed him before, but it has also saved him.
“I don’t really have any other moves to make,” Steve says, pulling a knife from the drawer of the counter behind him and turning to face you. You stiffen, eyes wide and lips curled back in a half-snarl. “Please don’t kill me.” He reaches forward, slicing through the ropes around your ankles and quickly moving to your wrists behind you before stepping in front of you.
You inspect him curiously, as if waiting for whatever bullshit move he’s about to make - for entertainment, he assumes - before killing him.
“Now that wasn’t smart,” you say, flexing your fingers and rolling out your shoulders. You push to your feet, standing opposite him, and though Steve stiffens, he doesn’t step back.
“If anyone’s going to kill me,” he says, “I figure it might as well be you, yeah?”
Your brows twitch, your breath catches, and for a moment, just a moment, Steve can see the y/n he’s fighting for - he can see you fighting.
“I need you to remember,” he says. “Remember you loved me, and I loved you.” Then he leans in and kisses you.
He feels you tense and shift beneath him, but by the time your hands find his neck, they are gentle, settling on his skin with the intention of tightening and immediately relaxing. Your fingers splay against his skin, and you let out the tiniest of gasps against his lips, and then you’re kissing him back - you, the real you, the one shoving through the Mind Flayer’s sticky membrane up to the surface.
“I remember,” you murmur against his mouth. Steve pulls back, taking your face in his hands, watching as the ink retreats, seeing to leap off your skin and dissipate. The Mind Flayer’s darkness snaps off, like a plastic coating, revealing the humanity beneath.
The guilt and shame that cloud your expression make Steve’s stomach twist, and he pulls you into his arms just as a sob slips past your lips, burying your face in his neck. He holds you tight, ducking his chin and inhaling deeply, trying to memorize the scent of sticky ice cream and metallic blood and dirt and something indescribably you.
“I’m so sorry,” you mumble. “I’m so, so, so sorry. I’m so-”
Steve pulls back, shaking his head, voice gentle when he speaks.
“Hey, hey,” he says. “It’s okay. It wasn’t you.”
“I swear, I didn’t mean it, Steve. I would never-I could never-”
“I know.” He forces you to hold his gaze, and your lips part, a soft exhale slipping past them. “I know, and it’s okay.”
“It’s not,” you say softly. “The things I said…” You shake your head, disgusted.
“You were possessed by an ancient evil monster,” Steve says, one side of his mouth quirking up. “I think we can let it slide.”
“Steve,” you say, gaze scanning his. Your hands settle on his chest, his heart thrumming beneath your fingers. “You saved my life. Thank you.”
“Don’t have to thank me,” Steve says, shrugging a shoulder. “That’s what we do, right? Save each other?”
“In every possible definition of the word,” you say with a smile. Steve’s lips tug up, and he ducks his chin, pressing a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger on your skin.
“I knew you’d come back to me,” he murmurs against your temple. You step closer, pressed flush against him, arms wound around his waist, and say, “I always will.”
And though Steve Harrington has always been reticent to believe in much for fear of losing it, he believes in you - he believes in both of you. It isn't much, but it is enough.
