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you are tired (i think) - steve harrington
in which…in the aftermath of it all, the night is loud and you and steve find slumber in each others arms.
The night was gentle. You aren’t used to gentle —at least you weren’t, not for a long time. The coffee was sweet but cold and so was Steve Harrington, who lay in between your sheets. His hand rested on your hip.
“do you think it’s over?” He tried to whisper, but his voice came out as more of a cracked whimper, afraid.
Your chest rose, then fell. You could only cover his cheek with the warmth of your hand and exhale.
“does it really matter if it’s over?” You shuffled closer to him. Sleep weighed heavy on his shoulders. He needed reassurance from you. Reassurance that you were there, that he didn’t have to touch you to know that you’re real. That today, everything tragic was behind. He still didn’t understand what that was supposed to mean.
His head shook. He wanted to get closer, to feel warm, to know that he wasn’t cold even after everything that happened.
He only knew you, he only wanted you. Your fingers rested on his head, surrounded by his brown locks. He breathed through his nose. That’s all he needed, to close his eyes and know that you were still there because your perfume still sent shocks to his heart.
“when i wake up, will you still be here?” His breathing was barely steady. His stillness was kind, but his hands weren’t still. Right now, in this moment, he was weak and you knew that.
“of course, always” You closed the lingering space between you., feathering his face with small kisses. As your hands cradled his head, everything faded as quiet as the night. Regardless of everything broken and everything sinister, he gives into your touch. It burns but in the greatest way possible. He thinks that you are what makes his chest rise and fall. And as his eyes slowly tire, he knows he’s alive because you’re beside him and you are beautiful.
hi bug! you are one of the best writers on here. I love your work! I was wondering if I could request eddie and shy!reader watching a scary movie? maybe it’s early on in their relationship and she’s afraid that he’ll think she’s a baby if she says no, even though she’s pretty freaked? I love their dynamic!
ty lovie! hope u like it!! — eddie (the local freak) loves you, horror movies, and halloween, in the order. you (the scaredy cat) just love eddie. (new relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort-ish, 1.7k)
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Orange lamplight illuminates the dark trailer. You squint at the brightness, still curled up on the couch and missing Eddie’s warmth. He’s too busy rifling through his collection of VHS tapes beneath the TV stand, searching for a scary movie within a sea of scary movies.
He’s giddy like a kid on Christmas despite having seen all of them a thousand times over. But, then again, the Halloween season tends to be like Christmas for metalhead freaks like the one you love so dearly.
“Okay, Texas Chainsaw Massacre or The Exorcist?” the boy offers when he rises again, chestnut curls as wild as the bright beam on his face. He stands in front of the small television where red names scroll against a black screen and holds both options in eager hands. “Which one do you wanna watch next?”
You shrink inside yourself at the sight of both tapes. On one, a screaming girl — on the other, a masked man with a weapon. Your organs writhe with a fear most irrational. It runs ice-cold through your veins.
You pull the woven blanket up to your chin and shrug, feigning a nonchalance despite your tightening chest. “Whichever one—”
“—And don’t say whichever one I want, alright? You always do that,” Eddie interjects, all boyishly harsh compared to how softly you had spoken. His playful grin hasn’t yet left him, though, and even in the dim lighting, his dark eyes still sparkle when they look at you.
You cower again, more visibly and with a different emotion this time.
The corner of your lip quirks with a poorly hidden smile as you peek at the boy from beneath your lashes. “I don’t mind, Eds. Seriously,” you assure, still quiet in your way.
He pouts like a child, features scrunching in a childlike disdain. “But we always do the stuff I wanna do! You never have an opinion on anything. It’s always just, like, ‘whatever you want, Eds’ or ‘I’m good with whatever, babe—’”
You laugh at his obviously poor imitation of you.
The bubbly sound makes his smile widen.
“—You don’t have to be so sweet all the time, you know? You can be a little mean to me. I won’t mind, I promise.”
It’s in his nature to make dumb, dirty jokes at arguably the worst times — especially with you, ‘cause he loves watching you get all flustered about it. But he thinks if you ever got the least bit assertive with him, he’d turn into a puddle at your feet.
“It’s because I don’t really care what we do,” you confess, warm with the blushy pink feeling he stirs in your chest. “I just like being with you, you know?”
Eddie’s stomach whirls. He’s too metal to let it turn him to mush.
“As cute as that is, you’re not sweet talkin’ your way outta this one, princess,” the boy retorts with a scrunched nose and twinkling eyes. “Pick.”
Too indecisive and too in love with the boy standing before you, you whine, “Eds…”
“Babe,” he grouses to match your pouty tone. His socked feet scuff against the carpet when he walks the short distance to you. “C’mon. You’re killin’ me here.”
A staring contest ensues, each of you stubborn and playfully serious with it.
It’s embarrassingly brief.
It’s hard for you to stare too long at Eddie before you get completely lost in him. You too quickly realize that he’s real — that he’s looking back at you and that he loves you — and you feel a bit like your feet have been pulled out from under you.
Stern, but still gentle, you cave. “Texas Chainsaw Massacre.”
Eddie beams when he gets his way.
“See? Was that so hard?” he teases quietly, bending at the waist to kiss you.
You tilt your chin to meet him halfway. It’s instinct at this point, like he’s got his own gravitational pull. His breath smells like warm nicotine and buttery popcorn as it fans against your chin.
He pulls back before you can reach him, though, and your fluttering eyes widen at the sudden refusal.
You find Eddie already squinting down at you.
“Are you just saying that ‘cause you know it’s my favorite?” he interrogates lowly.
“Maybe I like it because you like it,” you argue, too soft to be as serious as you seem. “Ever thought of that?”
“You’re too sweet for your own good, you know that, right?”
Your playfully taunting gaze gives way to a more genuine grin. “Now, I do.”
Eddie leans in to kiss you. For real this time. It’s a fleeting peck that leaves you grieving. His plush lips press pink against yours for one moment, and they’re gone the very next.
The couch dips beneath his weight when he plops down beside you. He coaxes your folded-up legs onto his lap with an urging hand on your knee.
“Okay, how about this,” he offers with rosy lips so suddenly kissable. “We go down to Family Video — bother Steve for, like, ten minutes — and you get whatever movies you want instead of the old shit we have here. My treat.”
Your chest warms. You’d follow Eddie blindly for the rest of your life if he let you. You’d do whatever he wanted and not think twice about any of it. It feels nice to know he’d do the same for you.
“Any movie?” you press, soft with a girlish giddiness you fight to keep hidden.
“Yeah,” the boy scoffs like it’s obvious. Then, in a vaguely posh accent, he assures, “What my lady wants, my lady shall get.”
You grow so suddenly sheepish, shrinking inside yourself like you always do when you’ve got something to say but lack the confidence to put it into words. It’s dumb to get nervous about it, and you know this, but you don’t want Eddie to think any differently of you — not for a moment, not even in the most innocent way.
“Does it have to be scary?” you wonder with a scrunched nose and a bashful gaze that doesn’t quite meet his.
Eddie falters for a moment. Not because it’s a big deal, but because he thought you liked horror films — that you both had that in common.
“Well— I mean— No. It’s just— It’s October, you know? So, I thought scary movies would be more appropriate. ’Tis the season or whatever.”
“I think I just need a break for a bit,” you confess with a wavering smile, picking tiny balls of cotton from the blanket with a fidgeting hand. “Especially after that last one… It was pretty scary…”
Eddie’s blood runs cold. Too clouded by the haze of puppy love, he thought you were having just as much fun as he was. He thought you were clutching his arm and digging your nose into his shoulder because you wanted to be close to him.
Because he’s an idiot.
Realizing that you’ve been scared out of your mind for the past several hours feels a little like a knife to the gut.
“I thought you liked scary movies…” Eddie quavers with pinched brows.
“I like them because you like them—”
“Babe!” he exclaims suddenly, as though offended by how much you love him.
“What?”
“That’s, like— That’s totally not cool!” he gapes in a boyish outrage. “That means I’ve been, like, fucking traumatizing you this whole time!”
You can’t help but giggle at his dramatics. You’d been scared, of course, but it hadn’t been all that extreme to you. “It’s okay, Eds. It’s not that serious—”
“Yes, it is!” he retorts firmly, with wide eyes and a stern nod. “If I knew you weren’t into them, I wouldn’t have forced you to—”
“You didn’t force me.”
“—To come over every weekend and watch them!”
“That’s why I didn’t wanna tell you, Eds,” you admit with a shy, halfway-forced giggle.
He goes quiet again. “…Why?”
“‘Cause I was scared you wouldn’t wanna hang out with me… I mean, what kinda girlfriend would I be if I was too much of a scaredy cat to watch stupid slasher films with my boyfriend?”
“Well, that’s just— that’s just not true. I just meant that we coulda been doing other stuff together,” Eddie affirms, gentle but in the overtly firm Munson way. A chuckle sputters from his lips as his palm squeezes your knee, warm and reassuring. “Stuff that wasn’t scaring the absolute shit outta you, preferably.”
You don’t know what to say, so you just laugh.
Eddie smiles back at you, mostly because it’s terribly hard not to, but he grows suddenly somber again.
“Seriously, babe,” he presses, leaning closer so you can’t duck away from his sparkling gaze. His chocolate eyes are dark enough to drown in. They flit between both of yours. “You gotta tell me shit like this, okay? You’re not gonna hurt my feelings— or, like, make me like you less or whatever. That’s pretty much impossible, I think.”
Your stomach does a backflip. It unleashes a thousand butterflies that flutter relentlessly against your ribcage. “Yeah?” you press softly and with a shy smile you try to keep hidden.
“Oh, totally,” he answers without thinking twice. “Our friends are idiots, but they’re right— I’m so fucking whipped for you, it’s not even funny.”
That joke was only halfway gratifying when it spilled from Steve or Dustin’s mouth. Hearing Eddie say it — with his nose mere inches away from your own and with his cigarette smoke and candied breath entwining with yours — it’s that times a thousand. A million, even.
“Well, maybe a little,” you tease quietly in return.
Eddie shrugs with a jutted-out lip. “Just a bit, I guess.”
He might as well be telling you I love you. It feels like he is, in his own special way.
“Are we still gonna go to Family Video?” you wonder aloud when the silence becomes too heavy to bear.
“Oh, yeah. You’re getting whatever the hell you want, alright? I’ll buy out the whole damn store if you want.”
He only has mere dollars to his name. You know this, too. But he says it with so much hubris that it feels just as real, anyway.
Beaming fully again, you joke. “Are we still gonna bother Steve while we’re there?”
“Yes,” Eddie answers with a single nod and a deadpan, like he’s offended you would even ask. “That answer’s always gonna be yes.”
An Electric Connection (2/?)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
Warnings: mild language, drugs, mentions of anxiety
Word Count: 2.0k
Part Summary: Y/N and Eddie meet in the woods and have a heart-to-heart neither of them were expecting
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As you sit and wait at the picnic table Eddie described, you listen to music on your walkman and work on some homework. You always try to get as much done before a game because the rest of your weekend is basically a wash with college applications and dance planning.
Out of nowhere, something slams onto the table out of your peripheral vision. You scream and nearly fall back off the bench.
Eddie settles down across from you, laughing his ass off.
"Munson!" You scold, removing your headset.
"Couldn't help myself," he holds his hands up in surrender through bits of laughter.
You stuff your walkman back into your purse with a huff.
"So, the Bangles got any interesting new stuff?" He teases as he sets down his metal case.
You glare at him bitterly. "Is that all you think I listen to?"
"Well, let's just say you don't exactly take me for a Black Sabbath-type girl," he grins.
"Come here." You wave for him to lean forward as you start your walkman again.
He hesitates, giving you a knowing look.
You scoff. "I don't bite."
"Well that's a shame," he remarks flirtatiously.
You roll his eyes and ignore his comment.
He presses on the table and leans forward so you can place the headset over his ears. You watch as his eyes grow wide and meet yours with the comprehension that it's music he actually listens to.
"No freaking way!" He sits back down with a jaw to the floor. "You listen to Mötley Crüe?"
"Don't tell Chance!" You state sternly. "He doesn't know and would totally flip."
Eddie peers at you truly impressed. As if he couldn't already be crazy about you enough. "So, you do have a little metal freak in you."
You giggle at his conclusion as you stuff your books and walkman into your purse.
"You ever heard of Quiet Riot?" He asks.
You bite down on your lip. "Maybe..." you answer timidly.
He slams his hands down on the table with a bright grin. "Bullshit!"
"So, I'm not as predictable as you thought?" You joke.
"The Cheerleading Preppy Prom Queen not fitting her mold? Yeah, didn't see it happening!" He argues. "Kinda goes against the rules of the universe."
You can't help but giggle. He can be so dramatic and more excentric than anyone you've ever met.
"Speaking of rules. There are some with this," he remarks as he brings his case in front of him and pops it open. "They're pretty obvious. No receipts and cash only. I'll give you half an ounce for twenty bucks."
He tosses a ziplock of weed between you so casually it's mind-boggling to you. All you can do is stare at the bag while you bite down on your lip anxiously. Your hands pull down the sleeves of your cheer sweater and bunch in your palms.
You don't notice but Eddie is watching and analyzing your reaction. Your little nervous habits he's noted since the moment he developed a crush on you... which was the day you met practically.
He shakes his head. "You don't have to worry," he assures you. "We're safe, no one ever comes out here."
You peer up from the bag to meet his uncharacteristically soft gaze.
"I promise," he mutters.
You nod slowly and try to swallow your nerves. "Will it... does it..." You struggle to find the right words.
"Is everything okay, Y/N?" He asks, growing more concerned.
"It's... I don't know I have a lot going on and..." You pause, searching your brain for a reasonable explanation, yet you can't find one other than to be honest. "Do you ever feel like you're sort of losing your mind?"
Eddie chuckles, his eyes scanning the table as he brings his arms to rest on it. "Basically on the daily..."
His reaction makes you laugh, genuinely and wholeheartedly laugh which you can't remember the last time you have. Only Eddie would admit that too. If you had told Chrissy, Jason, and even Chance, they would've all denied it or looked at you like you were crazy.
"If you don't want to do this just say the word and I'll go," Eddie states, moving to place the bag back in his container.
"No!" You blurt out and place your hand over his. "I... I don't want you to go," you mumble.
For a moment, you stay like his, your hand covering his and peering at one another. Eddie's are eyes full of concern and beneath your's a debilitating anxiety.
Eddie flips his hand over, allowing yours to rest in it gently. His thumb rubs the back of it comfortingly. It eases your nerves immensely like a security blanket or a rope tethering you to Earth.
"Look, if you're nervous to smoke alone and afraid of how you'll react, my uncle works nights. I know there's a game tonight but how about we meet up after? I can walk you through it," he offers.
Your immediate reaction is to accept and you even start to say it but then you remember the party. Chance would get suspicious if you didn't go. "I'm supposed to go to this thing..." you mumble.
"Oh, of course." Snapping back to reality, Eddie slips his hand from you. For a second, just a second, he forgot who you were. "I forgot, it's busy being the Queen of Hawkins High."
Again, he starts to collect the bag and close up his case to leave.
As you watch him do so, you come to the realization that spending a night with Eddie Munson smoking weed sounds more appealing than a drunken party. "You know what," you voice right as he rises from he spot. "I'll just tell everyone I have a family thing in the morning and can't go."
Eddie peers down at you wide-eyed. "You sure?"
"Positive," you express confidently and stand up. "Besides, I need this..." You sigh. "But we'll have to be discreet! If my friends or parents-"
"Don't worry, Princess." He grins. "Wouldn't want the rest of the world to know you're associating with the school freak, right? Not the best for your pure image."
"I-"
"It's okay, really," he assures you. "How about I pick you up by the loading dock at the back of the school? No one goes back there."
You nod slowly, doing your best to remember the information.
"You got a ride home?" He asks as you two head back toward the school.
"I..." You pause and conclude your mistake with a huff. "I guess I didn't think that far ahead.
"Don't worry about it. I'll drop you off," he suggests and glances over at you. "That is if you don't mind risking the chance of being seen in my van."
"Oh stop." You snicker and playfully nudge him on the arm, earning a laugh from him.
"Hey, uh, what other tapes you got in there anyway?" Eddie asks, pointing to your purse.
A smirk appears on your lips. He's going to regret he asked that.
In his van, you two go back and forth debating on what to listen to on the ride to your house. From an outsider's perspective, they would never be able to tell you've never hung out before. You argue like an old married couple all while laughing at the same time. A vastly different image than what was seen in the woods just minutes ago. You two can flip like a switch, from quiet and peaceful to chaotic and unpredictable.
"Just give it a chance!" You request, attempting again to put the tape into the stereo.
"No, no way!" Eddie blocks the slot with his palm as he drives. "You're not corrupting my car with...What even is that?" He questions, glancing down at the device in your hand.
"Fleetwood Mac, you'll like it!" You argue. "You're Mr. Guitar, right?"
"How'd you know I play?" He grins and side-eyes you as he tries to focus on the road.
"Your band, isn't it called Corroded Coffin," you state nonchalantly with a shrug.
"Yeah but..." Eddie pauses, then comprehends something with a gasp. "You remember that from middle school?" He asks enthusiastically.
"How could I forget?" You practically shout through your giggling. "You played the guitar."
"Still do, yep, still do." Eddie shakes his head in disbelief as a permanent smile has remained on his face since entering the van. "You should come see us. Uh, we play at The Hideout on Tuesdays. It's pretty cool," he stammers slightly. He can feel the warmth rise to his cheeks and hope you don't notice it. "We... We actually get a crowd of about five drunks."
You giggle and Eddie's smile grows. The warmth in his cheeks deepening.
"It's not exactly the Garden, but you gotta start somewhere, right?" He shrugs.
"That's wicked!" You compliment. "I could never play an instrument. I have basically no hand-eye coordination."
"Maybe I could teach you a few cords or something," he offers, glancing over at you as he stops at a light.
You smile, meeting his dark eyes. "I'd like that."
As Eddie stares into your eyes he can feel his tough rocker exterior fading every passing second. He would do anything, be anything for you, anything that makes you happy.
"Well, you're lucky flattery works with me." He complies and points to the stereo as the light changes. "One song!"
You squeal and slip the tape in. "Thank you! Thank you! You'll like it, promise."
Eddie peers over at your glowing expression while you skip tracks to your favorite. His heart hasn't stopped racing since he saw you sitting at the picnic table. This whole time together feels like a dream, something he imagined in one of your many classes together. For years, he's wanted to be with you, alone, doing anything you wanted. It didn't matter as long as he got to talk to you, be with you.
"See?" You remark, glancing over at him with a pleased look in your eye.
Eddie hadn't even been listening to the song. He was too enthralled with you. "Always surprising me, Princess."
"Gotta keep you on your toes," you joke, leaning back in your seat. "Like you are with me and your driving. You really do drive like a maniac!" You laugh as you buckle your seatbelt.
"I'm only a little quick." He symbolizes with his thumb and pointer finger.
You giggle and glance out your window as the many buildings zoom by in flashes. The lyrics of "Go Your Own Way" playing in the back of your subconscious.
The silence and obligation to focus on the road allows Eddie to actually listen to your music. The words are more relatable than he'd care to admit, especially to you. The willingness he is crippled with to give you everything he has plagues him even in his dreams. Yet, there are so many factors that keep you from him, your boyfriend, your social circles, but most importantly your complete unawareness of his feelings. In Eddie's ideal world, none of that high school crap would matter, Chance wouldn't exist and he would actually have the balls to tell you the truth.
He's completely and uncontrollably in love with you.
Sooner than you'd like, Eddie turns onto your road. You would've never guessed this morning that you'd end up in Eddie Munson's van listening to some of your favorite music and actually having a good time.
"So, which corner do you want me to drop you off on?" Eddie asks. "I'm assuming you don't want you parents to see you hopping out of a scary black van."
"They're not home. They're never home," you mumble the last part with a deep sigh. "I'm the blue one at the end."
Your words don't go unheard by Eddie. While you're peering out the passenger window with your smile faltering, he feels a sting in his chest. He wishes he had driven slower or waited a minute before scaring you in the woods, anything to make your time longer together. Seeing the smile, the smile that he put on your face, disappear pains him more than he'd like to admit.
Reluctantly, Eddie pulls into your driveway. He does his best to hide his gawking. Your house is three times the size of his trailer and your perfectly landscaped yard makes his look like a mud pit.
"Thank you for the ride." You grab your purse before hopping out of the car. "So, tonight?"
Eddie looks away from your house with a hum. "I'll be there."
You climb out and start toward your house. Almost every day when Chance drops you off you're reminded you're coming home to an empty house. From the outside, it looks so grand and welcoming. Yet, inside, most rooms remain untouched, dark, and above all quiet.
While your music plays, Eddie watches as you stroll up the sidewalk leading to your front door. Then, it hits him, your music is still in the stereo.
"Oh wait, shit!" He quickly tries to get the tape out. "Y/N!" He calls to you while he struggles. "Y/N!"
You stop and whip your head around. After setting your things down on the front steps, you jog back over to Eddie and stand outside his door.
"Your tape." He holds out the cassette to you between his fingers.
You urge it back to him. "Keep it. Give me your thoughts tonight," you suggest and start back to your house.
Eddie smirks, placing the tape back into his stereo to listen to on the way home.
"By the way!" You holler to him from the sidewalk. When your eyes meet, you smile. "I just... I just thought you should know I've never considered you a freak. The people who call you that are just too self-conscious to admit that you have better taste," you tell him with a wink.
Eddie chuckles, tapping his fingers on his wheel with a nod.
You spin on your heels and head up toward your house.
As Eddie drives down your road listening to your music the smile on his lips grows sore from being present the last hour, yet he can't find the means to care. He couldn't remove it if he tried. The best part of today and the major reason he continues to smile even though you're gone, he gets to see you again tonight.
"I'm so freaking screwed!" He laughs to himself nervously, well aware that there are only two options for tonight, either you break his heart or he falls in love with you more than he already is, if that's possible.
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first time having sex with eddie pleasepleaseplease
bug's blurb sleepover (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)! 18+
The first time you and Eddie have sex, he gives you a paper ring.
It’s made of the delicate wrappings of a straw. He’d gotten it for his drink at the diner, ripped off the end of it, and blew it square in your face, then laughed when you tried to do the same to him.
You couldn’t get the trajectory quite right, though, and decided to count your losses.
When he retrieves the pieces of forlorn trash from your end of the table and twirls it around in his hand, you figure he’s just fiddling with it. That it’s some absentminded thing he’s doing because his mind is always so preoccupied with one thing or another. Then he reaches for your hand across the table and takes hold of your left hand.
Your fingertips are ice-cold, he finds, from where they’d been clutching the ribbed glass of your milkshake. He holds onto them anyway, and slips the twisted piece of paper onto your fourth finger. It’s tied at the top like a ribbon with a large knot at the center like a ring.
You don’t realize the sentiment in it at first. You think it’s some party trick, like tying a cherry stem with your tongue or making a paper crane out of a napkin.
Then Eddie smiles at you, a big, dumb, and sparkling grin — “Let Henderson try to make fun of us now, sweetheart. It’s finally official.”
Your eyes widen at the realization.
Eddie used to call you his wife as a joke. It started as a way to get free meals at fancy restaurants you couldn’t afford. Then he saw how it made you blush and he did it just to make you laugh. It became a habit he couldn’t break sometime thereafter. The rest of Hellfire teased him to no end about the whole thing.
But it’s official now, or so he says. And you know it’s not real, not entirely, but suddenly you’re sad that it isn’t.
Eddie steals your milkshake and lifts the lip of the glass to his mouth rather than use the straw. He smears whipped cream all over the tip of his nose and his cupid’s bow. You realize you can’t imagine spending your life with anyone else.
The thought doesn’t scare you as much as you thought it would. And you know that you’re just a couple of kids who don’t know a single damn thing about the world, but you know that yours would be so empty without Eddie in it.
You keep the ring on the rest of your lunch and flaunt it like it’s the real thing. It may not be made of metal with a too big diamond at the center, but the sentiment feels the same.
He takes you back to the trailer a little while later. Eddie makes sure to tell you how pretty you look sitting in the passenger seat of his van while he goes a world over the speed limit. You scold him for not paying attention and he blames you for distracting him.
Wayne’s truck is gone from the drive when you get to Forest Hills. It’s the first time you’ve had the trailer to yourselves and the realization sends a sick feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach — an elation, an apprehension, a shiver of anticipation.
And things weren’t tense exactly, nothing between you and Eddie was ever tense, but it was a foreign edge of a different kind. Things were unusually charged, like, sexually. It was just the thought of having the place to yourselves, of what couples usually did when they were alone. It left the both of you silently stewing over whether or not to take advantage of it all.
But you manage to keep things fairly innocent despite the distant, lingering libido that purrs like a roused sleeping dragon in the backs of your mind.
The post-lunch fatigue hits the both of you like a ton of bricks, and you peel off what little you’d put on for your short trip to the diner most innocently. In nothing but oversized t-shirts and less than sexy underwear, you crawl into his bed and slip off to sleep without thinking.
That, coincidentally, is when things bubbled over.
You wake first some hours later. The setting sun has started to coat Eddie’s bedroom in various shades of orange You rise only because of the way the boy shifts behind you, sliding his hips over your back and gripping your waist with his fingers only for them to go lax a moment or so later.
He tangles himself with you and it’s all perfectly normal. Eddie tends to shift in his sleep and the only way he can ever be content, it seems, is when he’s holding you like a teddy bear.
What isn’t normal, though, is the very apparent erection nudging at your lower back.
“Eds…” you murmur, voice still groggy and heavy with exhaustion despite your alarm.
The boy, still half asleep and unknowing of the brick in his pants, mumbles back a lazy “hm?”
He shifts again as he becomes more aware of his surroundings. It isn’t until his sensitive cock brushes against you that he notices how alarmingly hard he’d gotten in his sleep. He tenses, utterly mortified, before he feels you rock back against him.
It’s intentional this time, knowing, and it lessens his fear but certainly not his hunger.
You press yourself further into him and twist your neck to look over at him. With tired eyes and heavy mouths, he shifts over you and catches your lips in a kiss. It’s lazy and slow, simmering with a cozy warmth. It doesn’t take either of you very long to wake up.
He presses a hand to your shoulder and rolls you onto your back, propping himself on his elbows to rest his weight on top of you. In your adjustment, lies a five-second pause that manages to feel like a moment’s blink in time and an eternity all at once. It’s as blissful as it is terrifying, the moment just before the kiss, the feeling when you know it’s about to happen.
Your eyes dart between his darker ones in a silent question. Eddie answers it with a searing kiss.
His knuckles brush against your buzzing skin as he strips you from the top you wear. You lift your hips to remove your panties after, while he rises to remove his own shirt. He tugs it up and over his pale torso, spotted with patches of hair on his chest and belly and fading tattoos.
“This was bound to happen, huh?” he jokes with a grin.
You bite back your own wide smile that threatens to take over your mouth and watch with twinkling eyes as he maneuvers his boxers down his legs without standing up. His hard cock bounces to his stomach, grateful to have been released from its confines. It glows an angry red at the tip.
“Are you complaining?” you retort playfully as he leans back over you again — both of you fully naked, bare chest pressed to bare chest.
The ends of Eddie’s hair tickle your jaw as he shakes his head. “Hell, no I’m not complaining, sweetheart.”
Lust swallows the two of you whole and blankets the room in a heavy heat. It’s all tongue and teeth and scorching touches. You flip yourself over for him suddenly, pressing your face into his pillow, and leaving the rest of you perfectly on display for him.
Eddie is all too happy to admire the view as he takes you. His eyes remained locked on your ass, trained on the way you swallow his cock and how you meet his unpracticed thrusts with ease and diligence. His nervous hands are nearly numb where they clutch the dip of your waist.
You peek over your shoulder at him, a playful and eager glint in your eye. Your smile widens when one of his hands lifts to swat your outer thigh.
He was no stranger to this position — doggy style. In fact, the few girls he had fucked before you, he’d taken this way. But none of them were girlfriends. They were one-night stands from The Hideout or girls who used him to pass the time. He never minded how impersonal it felt before now. Because even with his cock nestled within you, closer than he could possibly be to you, the distance still feels like too much.
The breathless moans you exhale into the pillow cease when his hips still.
“Could you— Can you, uh… Can you roll over?” he stammers, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
As lame as he feels in his request, you comply without thinking.
You feel empty when he pulls out of you, warm again when he gets you on your back and looms over you again. You don’t mind when he presses his weight into you. Instead, you pull him somehow closer, catching him by his jaw to pull him into a devouring kiss that has him chasing you back into the pillows.
Your legs hook around his waist, keeping him locked into you though you writhe something fierce beneath him. Your hips roll with each of his unhurried thrusts, exhaling heavily against his mouth every time he presses into you.
“Eddie…” you breathe through lusted pants. “Please. I need… Need more.”
He doesn’t know why you’re begging. He’s never denied you of anything before. He doesn’t plan on starting now. Eddie wants to give you everything you want all the time — even when he doesn’t exactly know how to.
He ruts his hips harder than he had been before, with a pace far quicker than the relaxed thrusts he’d been given you. And it becomes obvious how greatly he’d undermined his strength when his pelvis presses into you and drives you up the bed. The crown of your head meets the wall with a dull thunk that echoes through the quiet, golden room.
Eddie stills immediately, blanching and gaping in fear.
“Ow,” you whine lowly, then laugh at yourself and him and the situation entire.
You let Eddie cradle the back of your head as his fingers dance through the strands of your hair, rubbing gently at the sore spot of your skull. “Not that much, Eds…”
It makes him feel like a fumbling virgin all over again.
“Sorry,” he apologizes, wincing for you. He presses a sheepish kiss to the tip of your nose, rubbing the buzzing skin of your waist with the hand not pillowing the crown of your head.
You’re healed instantaneously by all of the softness of touch.
“It’s okay,” you promise with a distant smile. “I asked for it.”
After your assurance (and then some), Eddie gets back into the swing of things. Distantly, he’s still terrified of hurting you again, but he gets so drunk on the praises that spill so effortlessly from your mouth to care.
Your honeyed words are entwined with moans of his name and fragile whimpers as you near your peak. It catapults Eddie to his own orgasm. When you come, you do it with your fingers wrapped in the umber strands of his wild hair. Your walls flutter and tighten around his cock and your hands tug at his curly strands, hard — it drags him down right along with you.
He tenses and stills against you, whining and whimpering with his eyes squeezed shut. He fights to keep himself from bucking too wildly against you while you milk him and moan his name like it’s some prayer. You drive him crazy without even trying, reduce him to a puddle of nothingness with ease.
He flops less than gracefully beside you all over again, pale chest heaving with uneven breaths and curls clinging to his sweating forehead. The two of you fight to catch your breath.
You’re not looking at him. Your eyes have long fluttered shut as you revel in the aftermath of your orgasm, feeling like you’re not all there. A lazy smile pulls at the corners of your mouth and you exhale sharply, stuttering breaths in the place of a laugh.
He can’t take his eyes off of you. You look ethereal and filthy, a heavenly being and a succubus from hell. He’s amazed by you, confounded at how an angel like you could wind up in his bed like this, somehow more in love with you than he had been just minutes before.
“I’m gonna marry you one day,” he promises out of the blue, voice heavy and far away from himself.
And Eddie so often speaks candidly. He’s honest to a fault, saying things he knows he probably shouldn’t — but that? That catches even him off guard.
But you don’t seem all that surprised by his words. They make you laugh, actually, eyes squinting and nose crinkling when you finally peek over at him.
Eddie’s still too far gone to laugh with you, but the corners of his lips quirky slightly.
“I thought we already were.”
You lift your left hand to remind him of the ring he’d tied to your finger just hours ago. The paper has slackened around the joint. The knot isn’t as tight as it had been before, hanging loosely at the knuckle. The edges are frayed and ripping in some places. But it’s still there.
And when it tears completely, he’ll make you another. And another. And another.
Until he can replace it with the real thing.
An Electric Connection (5/?)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
Warnings: mild language, smut, fluff
Word Count: 5.1k (longer bc more important part)
Part Summary: Y/N and Eddie can't stop thinking about each other as they're out with their individual friends. When they finally get to see each other again, things become complicated, and reality sets in.
Masterlist
Your fingertips glide over a denim jacket and your mind wanders to Eddie. 'What's he doing? Is he thinking about me?' All of these questions and more enter your thoughts. You haven't been able to go five minutes without thinking about it. Now, looking at this distressed denim jacket on the hanger, it reminds you of him. The one he keeps on his dresser with all of the badges and pins.
“Y/N!"
You hum and whip your head around to see Chrissy holding up a yellow plaid skirt.
“I ask if you liked this?” She repeats with furrowed brows.
“Oh, uh… yeah!" You stammer. "It’s uh... It's very… yellow.”
"No it is then," she concludes before placing it back on the rack. “You okay?” She questions with a curious look in her eye.
You hum and move on to the next section, hoping she won't ask any more questions.
“We missed you at the party last night."
You sigh. “I know, I’m sorry. I wasn’t really in the mood. I was so tired and could use the sleep.”
“I get that. I feel like I’ve been drowning lately," she expresses, much to your surprise. Her blank expression morphs into a soft smile. “Well, if we win the championship next Friday then there will definitely be a reason to celebrate and you must come.”
“Deal." You offer her a smile in return but remain stuck on her prior confession.
Meanwhile, Eddie is across down in Garth's garage trying to remain present at the practice, but his mind is keeping him occupied. Memories of last night continue to force themselves to his consciousness. Your touch lingers on his skin and all he wants to do is see you. When he starts thinking about this morning in the van, he can feel his dick getting harder and the last thing he needs is for the band to notice.
“Yo man," Garth calls out, gaining the attention of everyone. "You’ve been off all afternoon, what’s going on?”
Eddie clears his throat nervously and moves to his spot by his mic. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Jeff scoffs. “If you say you’re on shrooms again-”
Eddie scrunches his brows together. “No, no, it’s not that.”
“What then?” Garth presses.
“Nothing, never mind," Eddie dismisses with a shake of his head. "Let’s just play, alright?"
“Okay then…” Jeff mumbles, glancing at Garth.
They share a curious look and wonder what the hell is up with their friend. Eddie is usually up everyone else's ass to get themselves together for practice. Yet, today, he's completely out of it and in some sort of daze they can't pinpoint.
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Chrissy leaves your house at exactly 6:30 as planned. Then, true to his word, Eddie rings your doorbell at exactly 6:55. You practically run to the door, but calm down before you make yourself look like an absolute fool. You swing open the massive mahogany door with a grin. Eddie stands at the top of your stairs with a smirk.
“Hey you," you greet.
"Hey, Princess."
Eagerly, you grab his wrist and pull him inside. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you. Before any more conversation, you press your lips together, having longed to do it again all day.
"I brought something for you," he mumbles against your lips.
"Tiffany necklace? Brand new car?" You list jokingly.
He chuckles, "not quite." He pulls back and reveals something black from behind his back. "For you."
You take it hesitantly and begin to unfold it. As the letters on the front reveal themselves, you realize it's his Led Zepplin t-shirt. Instantly, your smile grows brighter and you peer up at him. Gleaming, you jump forward and drape your arms over his shoulders. He catches you in a bear hug.
You peck his lip and can't lose the grin etched on your face. “Missed you."
“Not as much as I missed you," he guarantees and kisses you again. “The boys kept giving me shit because I couldn’t focus.”
You snicker. “Same with Chrissy.”
“Sounds like we gotta be more subtle if this is gonna stay our little secret," he concludes with a sigh.
You nod. If things are to remain calm and not turn into a complete Hellfire vs. basketball team bloodbath, being discrete is crucial. Now that you think about it, it's very Romeo and Juliet-esk
“So, my tour?” Eddie questions.
You giggle and step back from his embrace. "Follow me," you instruct and take his hand. “The foyer, dining room, my dad's office," you list from your spot in the entry way. “Kitchen and family through there," you point toward the archway directly ahead. You turn around and start walking backward up the stairs. “Now, my favorite part of the house...upstairs..."
"Favorite party?" Eddie questions with a raised brow.
You shrug, "technically, my favorite part is the pool and hot tub out back, but I was sorta hoping to show you my room.”
He smirks at her insinuation. "I'm all your's."
As you two enter your bedroom, Eddie takes it all in. It's exactly as he imagined it, well, close. He never pinpointed any colors specifically, but he knew it would be pastel, florally, and most of all extravagant. The light baby blue walls, the white upholstered headboard, and all-white matching duvet, yep looks like a princess's room. The pieces that make it look less like a catalog and more like a teen girl's room are the posters of the cheer squad, Hawkins High dances, but most importantly Rob Lowe and Johnny Depp. Your matching white vanity has its mirrored covered in polaroids, ranging from just you to photos of you and Chance or with a whole bunch of Populars.
“I know, it looks like a scene from a Pottery Barn catalog," you joke. "You can thank my mom.”
Eddie laughs and his eyes wander to your bookshelf. Half of it is books and the other is full of records or tapes.
"Oh! What’d you think of the album?" You remember as you walk over to your walk-in closet. You disappear for a second to hang up Eddie's shirt as he looks around.
"I liked it, ten out of ten!” He answers as he scans your collection.
"See, knew it!” You giggle.
"Got anything else I should listen to?" He asks, noting a few familiar names, but nothing quite his taste, but who knows, you might surprise him again.
You emerge from your closet and join him. “I could make you a mix tape," you offer.
You don't think much of it, but to Eddie, music is everything. You offering to make him a tape is like buying him a promise ring.
He nods casually. "No yeah, cool." He tries to play it cool, but inside he's completely dying.
You reach up and peck his cheek, earning a smile from him. “In the meantime...” you slip your hand into his and start back toward your door. “I have something we could do…”
You lead Eddie downstairs and through the remainder of the house to your sliding back door. Your parents insist on leaving the hot tub on, even in the winter months. You're not complaining, it does come in handy, like right now when all you want is to see Eddie Munson in his boxers again.
You turn to the boy with a mischievous smirk. “What do you say, Munson?”
He releases a breathless chuckle and starts to remove his jacket. “Is that even a question?”
You snicker. “I’ll grab towels and something from the liquor cabinet."
On the way to your dad's stash in the dining room, you turn on the speaker system that travels throughout the house. A little rock radio will surely make Eddie feel right at home.
One benefit of your parents always being gone for one reason or another, is there's rarely anyone to tell you no. Living in your dad's tech-obsessed house rent-free definitely has its pros.
When you return with towels and a bottle of your dad's whiskey, Eddie is already in the hot tub relaxing. His eyes have since fallen shut and clearly, he's in need of it. He hears you shut the screen door and lifts his head.
“This feels like a fancy hotel!" He gushes.
“Am I the hot poolside waitress?” You grin, setting down the towels on the nearby chair.
You slip your t-shirt over your head and place it on the side table. Unbeknownst to you, Eddie watches from the hot tub. Your black braw clings to you and Eddie's lips part with a sharp inhale. His brows rise and he tries his best to not completely embarrass himself in front of you. Little does he know you watched him last night and had the same exact reaction. Casually, you begin to yank down your jeans, revealing your matching panties. Eddie rolls his eyes, knowing this may be the end of him.
Once you've climbed inside the hot tub, Eddie guides you to straddle his lap. This is exactly what you wanted all day, just you two, no one else, and peace. You brush some strands back from his cheeks gently.
"The boys were frustrated with me today because I couldn't focus," he admits with a slight blush to his cheek.
You snicker. "Really and what did you say?"
"Nothing. They wouldn't believe me if I told them," he chuckles.
"Same thing with Chrissy," you confess as your eyes fall to his tatted chest. "She could tell I was a little out of it."
Eddie tucks his fingers under your chin, urging you to meet his jet-black gaze. "We're gonna have a lot less time to hang out during the week. I guess I have to give you some thoughts to fill your head to satisfy you." He reaches up and presses his lips to yours.
Your hips roll forward, needing the friction. God, you want him so bad you'd just about anything.
Eddie grips your waist and guides you back until eventually, you're doing a slow rocking motion. Beneath you, you feel him getting harder against your panties.
You comb your fingers through his hair and tug at the root, earning a deep moan from him.
Right when you feel ready to take things to the next level, your doorbell rings. You and Eddie practically jump apart, causing the water in the hot tub to wave about. You both pant, struggling to catch your breath. Your eyes locked on the house.
"Expecting someone?" He asks.
"No..." You state with a hesitant curiosity. You start to climb out and grab a towel. "Stay here."
"You sure?" He checks, slightly concerned.
"No yeah, it's probably nothing," you assure him as you wrap the towel around yourself. "Plus, how do I explain you?"
"Yeah, fair enough," he complies.
You shuffle toward the front of your house. Who in the hell is showing up randomly on a Saturday night? Everyone, you're friends with should be at the mall, bowling alley or the abandoned Benny's Burgers where everyone parties.
You swing open your front door and are shocked to see Chance standing on your front porch. Your heart immediately sinks and your pulse begins to race.
He meets your gaze with a grin. "Hey, Baby"
"Uh, hey!" You manage to greet, but remain stunned.
He steps forward and gives you a quick peck. "Was in the neighborhood and was wondering if you wanted to get some dinner."
"Oh uh-" You glance over your shoulder, praying to God Eddie doesn't decide to check on you.
"You know, you really shouldn’t answer the door in a towel," Chance suggests. "You never who it could be."
You adjust your hair, bringing it forward over your shoulders. You had forgotten you were in a towel. The surprise of seeing Chance sorta tops that. "No yeah, I was just in the shower. I guess I didn't think about it..."
His brows scrunch together with a chuckle. "You got here quick. Surprised you could hear it from your room.
You kick yourself. You're a shit liar.
"Oh, well I just got out," you try to cover. "No yeah, I was already out and was in the kitchen."
"Gotcha, well I can wait if you wanna grab something to eat," he offers.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"I'm sorry," you sigh. "I totally would but with exams coming up, dance and application deadlines, I don’t want to get off track. I'm kinda using the quiet time with my parents gone to really isolate myself and focus."
The disappointment is hard to miss on Chance's features, but he does his best to mask it with a weak smile. "Oh okay, yeah, no worries. Proud of you, Baby." He gives you a quick peck on the cheek and heads down the steps. Then, he turns around. "So, see you Monday? Pick you up?"
"Definitely. Bye, drive safe!" You wave.
"Bye, Babe, love you." He winks.
You blow him a kiss as you always do. He jogs off back to his car parked in the driveway. As soon as he's in, you shut the door behind you. A subtle sense of relief rushes over you that he was convinced, but lying to him knocked you through a loop.
You start to head back to the backyard in a daze.
Chance is a good guy. He's supportive and accommodating.
You glide open the backdoor with an absentminded look that doesn't go unnoticed by Eddie. Instead of stepping out, you stand frozen in the doorway.
Chance went out of his way tonight to see if you wanted to go on a date. What kind of teenage boy does that?
The guilt and shame are starting to grumble you into pieces. Needing a minute, you spin on your heels and start to hurry toward the steps. Eddie rushes up from his spot and climbs out after you. He chases you all the way up the stairs and back to your bedroom. He hears you slam a door and realizes it's to your bathroom when he spots your towel laying just outside.
"Y/N?" He mutters and tries to door to find it locked. "Y/N, you okay? Who was at the door?"
You press your palms to the counter, staring at yourself in the mirror. This isn't you. You're clean-cut, honest, and hardworking. You don't... you don't go around cheating on your boyfriend of years with a drug-dealing metalhead.
The silence is killing Eddie. He knocks on the door, growing impatient with each passing minute. "Y/N, could you please at least answer me? You're making me nervous." When you don't respond, he presses his forehead against the door and pleads with you. "Babe, please..."
After a minute, you unlock the door and step passed him into your room.
"Who was it?" He asks.
You collect your towel off the floor and toss it onto your vanity chair. "Take a lucky guess," you remark with a snarky tone.
It doesn't take long for Eddie to piece it together based on your reaction. "Oh..." He mumbles, his eyes falling to the ground.
You snicker sarcastically as you begin to pace. Anxiously, you fidget with your fingers. You're a horrible person. You're doing everything you disapprove of and worse you didn't care until you saw Chance.
Eddie sighs, "Well did he see me or-"
"No, he didn't have a clue," you rush out.
Eddie feels a giant weight lift off his chest. At least he's not getting his ass kicked anytime soon.
"That's probably why I'm feeling like absolute shit right now," you express as your eyes remain locked on the floor.
Eddie rushes over to you and grips your shoulders, putting your pacing to a halt. "What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him!"
You yank his hands off of you. "But it’s killing me! It didn't really hit me until I saw him standing there on my front porch utterly oblivious and so willing to go out of his way to make time for me..." Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you stare into Eddie's eyes. A part of you wishes to cling to him, but the other knows deep down it's wrong. "I don't lie, Eddie! I hate it! I hate hurting people and here I am lying and cheating and-"
"Then forget about it!" He cups your face in his hands pleadingly.
You bring your hand up to lay on top of his and lean into his touch. You know it's the worst betrayal, but Eddie's warm touch eases your mind like the strongest drug.
"Just for a little bit... forget about it," he whispers.
Your eyes fall shut and Eddie leans down, brushing his lips against yours. "Eddie…" you whisper as a weak protest.
"Just allow yourself to relax for a minute," he instructs softly. "You’re so wired all the time, Princess. Relax, let me handle everything for a little…" He presses his lips to yours more aggressively and you don't fight him.
Your arms drape his shoulders, deepening the kiss. You're breaking all of yours morals, but you can't resist him.
Eddie walks you back until the back of your thighs hit your bed. You scoot back, never breaking from him. He hovers above you and moves his lips down to your neck. You rest on your bed as your lips part with a soft gasp.
“Is this okay?” He whispers against your collarbone.
You hum, too focused on the feeling to care.
Eddie's rough hands roam your body freely. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips travel from your neck and down to my chest on a slow trail. His fingers slip around your back and begin to fidget with the clasp of your bra, undoing it effortlessly. You slip your arms out from the clothing and Eddie tosses it aimlessly onto the floor. He wastes no time gliding the tip of his tongue down your chest to your tit, causing you to gasp.
Desperately, your fingers travel down his tatted chest to the rim of his boxers. Over the fabric, you begin to rub your hand over his already rock-hard dick. It's ungodly how turned on Eddie can make you and he can do it with little effort.
“Shit Y/N," he breathes against your chest.
Growing eager, you change courses and slip your fingers into his boxers. The still wet fabric clings to his skin.
Eddie grips your wrist, pausing your efforts. “Hold on, Baby. I was supposed to be focusing on you."
His glossy ink eyes meet yours and you can't help but beg for him. “Please...”
He chuckles nervously and his eyes squeeze shut. “Oh no, God, don’t say that.”
Comprehending the reason behind his words, you use your free hand to start where you left off. “Why not?” You question innocently, taking his dick in your hand.
His grip tightens around your wrist pleadingly. “Because if you do I won’t have the willpower to say no.”
Amused by the power you have over him, you giggle. His eyes remain shut as he desperately tries to concentrate on not cumming in your hand.
You reach up and begin to suck on his neck, determined to leave a mark.
“Oh for fucks sake," Eddie moans.
You take advantage of his distracted state and urge him to lay down beside you. In one swift motion, you lift yourself up and straddle him.
“Y/N…” He mumbles as his hands find your waist.
You peer up at him as you start to kiss down his chest. “Please…”
He drops his head down on the mattress, reluctantly giving in. His willpower holding on by a thread. “You’re no Princess. You’re evil," he whispers.
You giggle and continue your pursuit. You love pleasing Eddie and seeing him become utterly defenseless under your touch. His loud and intimidating demeanor fading all because of you. The idea of him cumming in your mouth is enough to get you wet.
Eddie urges you back so he can sit up. His arms wrap around you, hugging your bare chest to his. “Well you relaxed quickly," he grins. "Finally actually listen to me for once.” His eyes fall to your lips as he runs his thumb across the bottom. “I knew there was another side to you.”
You nod, on the verge of losing your mind if you don't get some sort of relief. Hungrily, you slam your lips to his, desperate to feel him. Your nails graze his chest, leaving thin red lines. Eddie groans at the sensation, wishing he could fuck you senseless.
“How about I make you feel good and then I’ll do anything you say?” You mumble against his lips as you attempt to slip his boxers off.
As he did before, he grips your wrist, bringing to his chest. “No, no, no,” he instructs. “Easy.”
You sit back, meeting his gaze with a pout. “Seriously!”
He sighs. “No, no, don’t do that.”
Despite his request, you continue to pout unapologetically, though outwardly you pretend to be utterly innocent.
Eddie huffs, bringing his hand to your jaw, squeezing your cheeks slightly. “Aw come on, that’s not fair," he argues.
"Punish me then..." The foreign phrase falls from your lips from you don't know where. You've never said anything quite like it before and based on Eddie's surprised reaction, he wasn't expecting it either.
“Alright fuck it." He finally breaks. His arm wraps around your back before he lifts you and lays you gently on the bed.
In a flash, he's down your chest, stomach, and eventually between your legs yanking off your panties. "I'll teach you to listen to me, Princess," he states sternly as he peers up at you.
“Fuck," you whisper as your eyes fall shut.
Eddie's fingers brush against your folds, causing you to shutter. You've never felt anything quite like it. The rush of electric euphoria is addicting and overwhelming.
"Already so wet for me, Princess," Eddie purrs.
You can feel his hot breath wave over your inner thigh as he speaks. You release a soft moan as he continues to glide his fingers in circles over your clit.
"I want to taste you, Baby," he mumbles and plants a kiss to your inner thigh. "Has someone ever made you feel like this?"
You shake your head slightly, too focused on the sensation building up in your core.
Eddie loves seeing you react to him this way. He's envisioned it so many times. He's daydreamed of your plump glossed lips around his dick during class more than he'd like to admit. He wants to make you feel so good that Chance won't be so much as a thought in your mind. He intends on making you is and his alone, even if it's your little secrete.
Anticipation nearly drives you mad, then Eddie slips a finger into you. His tongue works in unison, moving in a circle around your clit.
“Eddie…” You whimper as your head tilts back.
“That’s right, Baby Girl, beg," he instructs with a husky tone.
“Please..." You comply breathlessly.
He groans. “God, you make me so hard.”
With every syllable that falls from your perfect lips, Eddie is one step closer to the edge of wanting to fuck your brains out. You're being so obedient and the fact that you'd do anything he wants has to be the hottest thing he's ever experienced.
As Eddie adds another finger, you gasp. Your walls begin to clench around him as the sensation builds up in your core. The thought of cumming on Eddie's fingers is enough to push you over the edge.
“Uh, uh, not yet," he instructs, emerging from between your legs. He slips his fingers out and you huff in frustration. He's such a tease.
He grabs you by the chin, urging you to meet his gaze. “Not until I say, Princess," he states sternly. "Is that understood?"
You roll your eyes and before you can complete the action, Eddie's large hand wraps around your neck. Your lips part as a sharp inhale travels between them. Eddie's eyes fall to them with a hooded gaze. "I said, is that understood?"
You nod as chills form on your skin. His demands and tone are unlike any side of Eddie you've ever seen. It ignites something in you. If you weren't already enthralled with him, you sure are now.
“Good girl," Eddie purrs as he moves back down between your legs. He peers up and meets your eyes with a smirk. “You need to ask for permission.”
He's relentless with his motions. His focus on your clit causes your back to arch in a way you hadn't thought possible. He has complete control of you and he knows it... he loves it. He flicks his tongue and it sends shock waves throughout your body.
“Can I please cum?” You plead, knowing you won't last much longer.
“Not yet," he demands, tightening his grip on your thighs. His nails dig into your skin with a deep intensity.
"This isn't fair," you whine between pants.
He chuckles and you can feel the vibration between your legs. "You're the Queen of not playing fair."
Just to piss you off more, Eddie slips two fingers inside your soaking wet folds. He curls them, hitting a spot that makes you fist the fabric of your comforter. His pace steady, but any quicker and you'll become an utter mess.
"Can I... I please cum?" You stutter.
He ticks his tongue and shakes his head with a smirk. "So needy, Princess. I don't think you've learned your lesson..." Biting down on his lip, Eddie moves up to hover over you. His free hand latches around your neck as he leans down to brush his lips against yours. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll scream... and when you do, I'm going to taste every bit of it."
His words alone could make you reach your limit. It's gratifying.
Without warning, Eddie picks up his pace, thrusting in and out of your pussy. Your breathing quickens into short pants.
"Eddie... Eddie... I Can't..." You stutter desperately.
He continues his assault with a wicked smirk as your eyes roll back in pleasure. "That's a good girl, use your words." He removes his hand from your throat and starts to kiss the now slightly red skin. He can feel your walls clench around his fingers. Your wetness coats them, making him eager to taste you again.
Your hands grip his shoulder blades. Your nails dig into his skin pleadingly, begging for a release.
"Okay, I think you deserve it now," he whispers in your ear. "Cum for me, Princess." He begins to circle your clit with his thumb, causing your back to arch again.
You don't hesitate to feel the climax of your pleasure. A deep moan escapes you as your eyes squeeze shut. The intense pressure building in your core releases and you chase the high. "Fuck... Fuck... Holy fucking shit."
As the sensation steadiness and you catch your breath, Eddie moves down between your legs. His tongue glides up your folds, collecting every bit of cum he can.
Your fingers comb through his hair, gripping the roots as your sensitivity from his actions nearly makes you jolt.
He props himself up beside you as your eyes flutter open. Your eyes meet his and he wears a proud grin. Without a word, he leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your lips. "You're amazing," he mutters against your lips.
Utterly determined, you sit up and urge him to lay down.
"Uh, what are you doing?" He questions.
"Returning the favor." You smirk, gliding your nails down his chest until you reach the rim of his boxers.
"You know, Baby, I-"
Ignoring him, you eagerly yank them off and toss them wherever.
He props himself up on his elbows to look at you. "You don't-"
Before he can finish, you wrap your hand around his dick, causing him to inhale sharply with a hiss.
"Real... Really, you don't-"
You waste no time taking him in your mouth, dragging your tongue across the tip.
He gasps and falls down onto his back. "Okay, never mind, keep going. Fuck..."
You relax your throat and take what you can. What length of him remains, you pump with your hand.
Once Eddie gets past the initial shock of pleasure, he collects your hair in his fist to keep it out of your way. The vision he's daydreamed a thousand times is a reality and he could cum right now, but he wants to enjoy it.
Your innocent looking eyes flicker up, meeting his and you feel his dick twitch in your mouth.
"Jesus..." He pants. "You can't look at me like that."
You hollow out your mouth as you glide up his dick and release him with a pop. You run your thumb across your bottom lip seductively and bat your eyelashes at him. "Like what?"
He chuckles weakly and allows his head to fall back. "You're wicked."
You giggle and return to your task. You increase the suction as you take him deep in your throat, loving every minute of it. Eddie's moans and short breaths make you wish it'll never stop. You take his ball in your empty palm and he rolls his hips.
"I'm... I'm... close, Baby," he pants.
"Cum in my mouth," you instruct as you admire his angelic state. His hair clings to his forehead with a thin layer of sweat. His jet black eyes screwed shut. "I want you to cum in my mouth so hard."
"Oh God...you should have a warning label," he whispers.
You giggle, anticipating his climax. You wrap your lips around him and quicken your pace. With your free hand, you drag your nails down his chest, knowing how much he loves it.
"Fuck...Fuck...I'm so close...Fucking shit." He swiftly props himself up on an elbow and grips the roots of your hair. He watches you as you take him in your mouth effortlessly. The sight is something he'll never get tired of. "Oh, shit!"
You feel him twitch in your mouth and it's followed by a rush of warmth in your mouth. It's a salty bitterness that coats your tongue.
"Fuck... Holy shit... Jesus Fuck," he pants.
When you're certain he's finished, you sit back on your knees and swallow. Eddie peers at you with the utmost admiration. He leans forward and runs his thumb across your bottom lip, wiping away any wetness.
You close the short distance between you and slam your lips to his. He wraps his arms around you, urging you to straddle him.
"Stay?" You ask breathlessly against his lips.
He grins. "You're crazy if you thought I was leaving."
You both laugh and look forward to the rest of the night.
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An Electric Connection (4/?)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
Warnings: mild language, fluff
Word Count: 3.3k
Part Summary: After your argument, you return to Eddie's place. The natural chemistry between you returns effortlessly and the night takes a turn you both can't fight.
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While Eddie steps into the bathroom for a minute, you explore the rest of his house. You find yourself in his bedroom, fascinated by the dozens of posters on his walls. Metallica, Black Sabbath, every rock band on the planet, and some others you've never heard of. The aesthetic of the space is perfectly reflective of how he presents himself. There are limited colors beyond red, white, and mainly black. Your fingers glide over the cold strings of his guitar. Then, over his denim jacket on the dresser that's covered with various badges and pins.
You haven't noticed, but Eddie emerged from the bathroom a little bit ago. He remains in the doorway, leaning against the frame with an amused smirk as you scan his stuff. He loves your curiosity and is eager to introduce you to his world. He could show you, the Cheer Queen, that there's more in the world than pretty bows and department stores. He could corrupt you in the best way.
"You wanna stay the night?" He finally voices.
You whip your head around with a hum, not having heard what he said. You meet his gaze and the sudden sight of your eyes causes him to freeze. He pushes off the doorframe but is suddenly too nervous to approach you.
"I don't expect anything. I was just asking so you're not home alone and high for the first time and everything," he rambles. "I can sleep on the couch or-"
"Eddie!" You cut him off with a giggle. "Yes, that'd be great."
He rubs his hand across the back of his neck. The familiar warm feeling rising to his cheeks. "Right, cool."
"Do you maybe have something I could borrow?" You ask timidly, not wanting to impose.
"Um...." Eddie clasps his hands together and crosses the room to his dresser right beside you. He squats down and begins searching through his t-shirt drawer for something not ripped, too graphic, or too big to swallow you up.
You linger beside him, growing a bit nervous. "If not I can sleep in my uniform. It's just-"
Eddie pulls out a black Led Zepplin shirt he got last summer and rises to tower over you again. "Here you go," he offers with a smirk.
"Thanks," you mutter, taking it with a soft smile.
You step out of the room for a second to change in the bathroom. Meanwhile, Eddie takes a deep breath and tries to settle himself down again. When you stopped him after class earlier today, he could've never predicted you two would end up here. He's not mad at it, just taken aback.
He gathers an extra blanket from the end of his bed and one of the pillows to take into the living room. Then, you emerge from the bathroom. You enter Eddie's bedroom and place your neatly stacked uniform on an extra chair by the door. His Led Zepplin shirt ends relatively high on your thighs, but you don't mind. It's soft and more importantly, it smells like Eddie, which you could never say aloud is your favorite part.
When Eddie catches sight of you, he inhales sharply. "Holy-" He stops himself before he completely embarrasses himself.
You turn around, meeting his gaze with a sense of confusion.
Eddie covers his mouth with his fist, trying to play it off, but fails poorly.
You glance at the objects in his hands and frown. "Where are you going?"
"Oh, uh," he points at the bed. "I was gonna let you have the bed."
"I'm not going to make you sleep on that tiny couch when you're practically as tall as Big Bird," you insist, moving to sit down on the mattress. "Plus, I'm scared enough of the dark in a familiar space. In a new one, I won't get a second of sleep." You pat the spot beside you and begin to climb in. "Come on."
"Okay, uh, cool," Eddie stumbles over his words, utterly speechless.
He moves toward his closet and swings open the doors. You slip to the side of the bed away from the door, hating to sleep anywhere near it. You've seen enough horror movies to know better. Eddie, being the boy, gets the door. When you turn toward the front of the bed, your eyes land on Eddie, more like a shirtless Eddie. Chills course over your skin as you take in the numerous tattoos scattering his arms, and shoulder blades... Holy shit-balls. Then, paying no mind, he unbuckles his belt and drops his jeans. A smack of reality hits you, snapping you out of your gawking. You swiftly lay down and try to make it look like you went completely staring. While in your head, you're screaming.
Eddie switches off the lights and shuts his door, locking it. He can't believe he's climbing into his bed with you in it, in his fucking shirt too. If you say anything to him he won't hear it over his heart pounding like a drum set in his ears. He lays down beside you and wishes he had better game but instead is as stiff as a board.
You flip onto your side and peer across the short distance at him. Eddie follows your lead, trying to do it as smoothly as possible.
You realize how his eyes capture every ounce of light they can. They're so dark they shimmer so evidently in the moonlight.
"I didn't know what I was expecting when we agreed to meet up this afternoon," you whisper. "I didn't know if you were going to be-"
"Mean and scary?" He predicts.
You nod. "Well, a little considering how you act at school, toward Jason and the guys..."
His brows scrunch together. "I only do that to get a rise out of them."
"I know... I guess I was nervous because..." You hesitate and your eyes slip to Eddie's hand resting on his pillow. You've never looked at his rings so up close. "Well, I thought you couldn't stand me. You know so much more about music, the world, and things that actually matter. I thought... I thought you were better than me."
"No way," he chuckles. "You're lying."
When you don't respond, he brings his hand to your cheek, brushing the strands of hair back. “Look at me..."
You shy away from his instruction, continuing to focus on the spot where his hand used to be.
"Y/N, look at me," he repeats, this time more sternly.
You do as he asks, meeting his gaze timidly.
"I could never hate you..." he states with the utmost certainty. "Now, can you and your cheerleader friends get on my nerves sometimes? Sure," he jokes with a cheeky smirk.
You snicker, making Eddie's smirk grow into a grin.
He rubs his thumb across your cheek, peering at you with the most sense of protection and admiration he's felt for anyone. “But seriously, some days your smile is the only thing that got me through school. Even if it was because of your asshole boyfriend you were smiling. Being around you no matter the situation is like the first day of summer, freeing and exciting.”
“Even when we’re bickering?” You mumble.
He chuckles. “Yeah, even then.” He assures as he leans in and plants a quick peck to your forehead.
You two shift, allowing Eddie to lay on his back and you on his chest. His arm around you is like a security blanket. Then again, that's whenever he touches you. Your hand glides across his bare chest as you take in his numerous tattoos. In your ear, you can hear his heart beating quickly. It's comforting.
You lift your head, resting your chin on his chest. “I wish we had genuinely talked sooner. I feel like an entirely different person when I’m with you.”
“In a good way?” He asks, partially joking.
“In the best way.” You reach up and plant a quick kiss on his lips.
You settle back down on his chest and Eddie glides his fingertips over your spine like he does with his guitar. Though, the thought crosses his mind that he may like it more than playing, just to feel you next to him.
"I hope you know now I'm never letting you go now," he whispers.
“Good," you reply. "Because I don't want you to."
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Eddie wakes before you. The golden light of the sun's early rays sneak in between Eddie's sheer curtains. He stretches out his arms above his head with a groan. For a second, he wonders what the weight is on his chest. He rubs his eyes and peers down to find your Y/H/C hair. Your hand and cheek rest gently on his skin with such warmth.
Making sure not to wake you, he slips out slowly from beneath your embrace. He shuffles out of the room to use the bathroom quietly before heading to the kitchen to leave his uncle a note on the counter. He figures he won't be home by the time his uncle gets off considering he has to drop you off. Plus, he has his usual Saturday plans to meet up with the band.
Eddie returns to his room to find you still fast asleep. Your hair is scattered across his pillows and he's never seen something more beautiful. He settles on the edge of his bed and brushes his hand over the back of your head. Your curls have since settled into waves and he's never loved it more.
If it weren't for his uncle coming home in a few hours and his uncertainty of your social obligations, he'd let you sleep here all day. He'd get back into bed with you, hold you, and ponder the peace from the world. Yet, that's not the reality. If his uncle came home and found you, there would be a million questions, questions Eddie predicts neither of you are ready to answer.
Ready to wake you, Eddie leans down and plants a kiss on your cheek. You shift slightly, but that's about it. He brushes strands of your hair over your shoulder and moves on to your neck. "Good morning, Princess," he whispers in your ear.
You release a soft moan and turn onto your side. Your eyes flutter open slowly to see Eddie leaning over you with a smirk.
"Morning." You smile and hide your face in the pillow.
He chuckles at your sleepy state. "Coffee?" He asks, rubbing his hand up and down your spine.
You hum and reveal your face again. "Yes, please."
Eddie can't help that his mind switches on like a lightbulb upon hearing that word fall from your lips. What he would give to hear you beg to him. The idea of you, this pure, pristine, and perfect good girl, would only be bad for him... it drives him crazy.
He shakes the thoughts from his head and tries to focus on you. “How do you like it? I will confess though we don’t have an espresso machine," he jokes.
You snicker with a shrug. “However you have it.”
He inhales sharply between his teeth and rise from his spot. “If you say so.”
He leans down and gives you a quick peck before disappearing again to the kitchen.
As Eddie makes you coffee, you slowly wake up and become a functioning human again. You glance about his bedroom, taking in what it looks like during the day. His t-shirt covers you like a cologne-scented blanket that you gladly embrace. You weren't kidding, you might want to steal it.
An unbreakable smile remains on your lips as the memories of last night flash across your mind. Eddie's touch still lingers on your skin and you hope it never goes away. The hours went by too quickly. You wish you could restart the clock to after the game and do the whole night over again.
The door creaks open and Eddie emerges with two mugs. “Coffee, milady," he announces as he hands you one.
You peer into the cup to see the jet-black substance. You knew it. Eddie didn't take you for the cream and sugar type.
“Thank you." You reach up and meet his lips for a quick peck. “This shirt is so comfy. Might have to stuff it in my cheer bag when you’re not looking.”
“Wouldn’t be mad if you did. Looks hot on you.” He smirks as he settles down at your side, crossing his legs on the bed in the process. “How’d you sleep?”
“The best I have in months!" You express, utterly relieved. "I don’t know whether it’s because of the weed, not actually being home alone for once, or maybe sleeping next to you.”
Upon hearing your words, the familiar sensation of heat creeping up to his cheeks threatens to reveal Eddie's sensitive side. “What are your plans for today?” He asks, trying to ignore the feeling.
You exhale deeply and rack your brain. “Chrissy wanted to go to the mall and then we were going to head back to my place to work on winter dance planning. What about you?” You ask, bringing your mug to your lips.
“That sounds totes fun, can I join in?" He teases with a Valley Girl accent and tosses his hair to add to it.
You playfully move to shove him in the chest, but Eddie catches your hand and holds onto it. He brings them to his lap and interlocks his fingers with your's.
"Band stuff and then I'm free," he describes. “I mean we usually come back here and smoke after but if you wanted to do something…” He insinuates, too nervous to straight out ask you. His eyes linger on your interlocked hands as he rubs his thumb over the back of yours.
"Well my parents are supposed to be gone all weekend if you wanted to come over after Chrissy and I finish up," you offer.
Eddie looks up at you with wooded eyes and a smirk. "I would love to see what that mansion looks like inside."
You roll your eyes with a scoff. "Oh geez, it's not a mansion."
"Your three-car garage is the size of this trailer!" Eddie argues.
You can't help but laugh. You hadn't thought about it, but now that he mentions it, perhaps it's true.
"Well then, I'll make sure to give you the grand tour," you assure him.
"Aw thank you, Sweetheart." He grins as plants a lingering kiss on your cheek. Then, he leans in to whisper in your ear. "If the final stop is your bedroom, I'll leave you an excellent review."
You pull back to look into his eyes and bite down on your lip. "I can certainly do that."
Eddie's eyes fall to your lips and then leans in to kiss you. The kiss is less urgent or pleading than the ones you shared last night. The way you two are with each other, it's as though you two have been together forever. You banter, make each other laugh and take care of one another. None of it makes any sense, you two are of entirely different worlds, yet it feels so right and natural.
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Outside of your house, you can't seem to leave Eddie's van. It took over an hour for you two to actually leave his house. Then, the ten-minute drive to your place felt more like five. When he pulled into your driveway, you ended up talking for thirty minutes about the most random things. The threat of noon came out of nowhere and when it became crunch time to say goodbye, neither of you could bring yourselves to do it. A goodbye peck turned into a kiss and eventually a full-blown make-out session with you straddling Eddie's lap as Journey plays over the radio.
"I have to go!" You giggle against his lips.
"Five more minutes," he pants, gripping your waist tighter.
"Chrissy will be here any minute!"
Eddie pulls back and glances at his watch. "You said noon, it's clearly 11:55."
You laugh and cup his face. "I have to get inside and she's always early!"
"Tell her the van is a maintenance guy's or something," he rushes out and begins to kiss your neck.
"She would have to be blind to believe that," remark breathlessly, becoming too consumed by his actions.
If Chrissy rolled up to your house and saw Eddie's van in the driveway she'd probably think you were being robbed. If she looked in the window to see you on Eddie's lap, she'd faint right there on your lawn.
Eddie pulls at the collar of your cheer vest for more access to your collarbone. Your fingers comb through his hair and gather it into a fist with a slight tug, earning a moan from him.
Suddenly, your butt hits the horn, causing you both to jump.
"Oh shit!" You nearly scream.
You and Eddie peer at one another for a moment then break out laughing. You rest your forehead against his shoulder as you two can't believe that just happened.
"Okay, I really have to go! If my neighbors see us they'll tell my parents," you sigh, moving to climb off of him.
Eddie groans and holds onto your hand for as long as possible.
"I'll see you tonight." You say as you plant a quick peck on his cheek. "Promise."
"This is gonna be the longest day ever," he whines and reluctantly lets your hand go so you can hop out.
"You'll live." You smirk and grab your duffle bag from the bag.
"Don't count on it," he grumbles under his breath.
You jog in front of the van to his window and he rolls it down. You rest your arms in the open and he takes your hand.
"So, seven?" You double-check, biting down on your lip.
"I'll be here at 6:55, we'll call it being on Chrissy Time," he jokes with a grin.
"Awesome, bye!" You lean in a give him a quick peck.
When you turn to walk away, Eddie grabs your wrist and pulls you back. "What was that bullshit?"
You knew he wouldn't like your quick goodbye. You did it just to irk him.
You giggle as he slips his hand over your cheek and pulls you in for a desperate kiss. You wish you didn't have to go. In a perfect world, you'd invite Eddie in and spend the entire day together. Yet, if this is truly going to remain a secret, you have to be smart about it, discrete.
You two break apart with a shared sigh.
"Later, Princess," Eddie mumbles, finally letting you go.
You pick up the handle of your duffle that you dropped when Eddie got frustrated. Swiftly, you jog toward your front door, eager to get inside before Chrissy gets here. You have to change and act like you've been here all morning otherwise she'll get suspicious. When you reach your door, you glance back at Eddie and smile to find him waiting until you get inside safely. You unlock it and step inside. Once the heavy wood door shuts behind you, you rest against it and drop your bag with a sigh.
"Holy shit," you whisper to yourself, finally taking a deep breath after the whirlwind of a night and morning you've had. In a matter of twelve hours your entirely world has flipped upside down and all because of one boy.
As Eddie drives down your street, just as he did yesterday, he's losing his mind. "Holy shit," he mumbles. He still can't wrap his head around that any of it actually happened, last night, this morning. All he knows for sure is he won't be able to pay attention for a second during practice and he'll be counting down the hours until he sees you again.
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Dazed and Confused (S1: 10/10)
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader
Warnings: mild language
Word Count: 4.9k
Part Summary: Y/N and Steve are left watching the kids as everyone breaks out onto their own missions. When the kids drag the teens to The Hub, they truly put their feelings for each other to the test.
A/N: There will be an epilogue
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Following Eleven’s grand return and Hopper’s conversation with Mike, everyone returns to the kitchen table to form some sort of game plan. I’m not sure in what world a bunch of kids and two adults could possibly take down a bunch of mini-Demogorgons, but I’ll stick around. I rather be here in a house full of guns and other weapons than be a sitting duck outside.
“It's not like it was before. It's grown. A lot,” Hopper expresses to everyone, especially Eleven who’s seeing everything for the first time. “And, I mean, that's considering we can get in there. The place is crawling with those dogs.”
My point exactly. At least there’s someone else here who lacks a little faith in this death mission.
“Demo-dogs,” Dustin corrects, leading me to roll my eyes.
“I'm sorry, what?” Hopper questions harshly.
“I said… uh…Demo-dogs.” Dustin continues and if I weren’t sitting on the counter across the room I’d knock him across the head. “Like Demogorgon and dogs. You put them together, it sounds pretty badass…”
“How is this important right now?” Hopper snaps.
“It's not. I'm sorry.” The boy cowers.
“I can do it,” Eleven interjects confidently.
“You're not hearing me,” Hopper counters.
“I'm hearing you. I can do it.” The girl stands her ground.
“Even if El can, there's still another problem,” Mike reasons. “If the brain dies, the body dies.”
“I thought that was the whole point,” Steve voices beside me.
“It is, but if we're really right about this… I mean, if El closes the gate and kills the Mindflayer's army… Will's a part of that army. Closing the gate will kill him,” Mike explains.
Suddenly, Joyce steps away and down the hall. Hopper follows after her, causing all of us to do the same. Steve pushes off the counter and grips my waist to help me down. We all shuffle into Will’s room where we’ve settled him on the bed. They had to drug him after he figured out where we were so he couldn’t send signals to the Mindflayer.
“He likes it cold,” Joyce mutters.
“What?” Hopper inquires.
“It's what Will kept saying to me. He likes it cold,” Joyce repeats as she stomps over to the open window. She slams it shut and turns to her sleeping son. “We keep giving it what it wants!”
As I peer at Will’s newly pale complexion, I make a realization. “Then heat him up,” I mutter to myself as I piece it all together.
Out of my peripheral vision, Hopper looks to me. “What was that?” He presses.
“It hates heat,” I voice to the Chief then redirect my attention back to the boy. “Take wolves or polar bears for example. They need the cold to survive.” I scoop up Will’s hand to feel his temperature and sure enough he’s freezing. “If you place them in the desert, they’d eventually die out. Place him in heat.”
Jonathan moves to stand beside me and places a hand on his brother’s forehead. “We need to burn it out of him,” He concludes.
“We have to do it somewhere he doesn't know this time,” Joyce remarks.
“Yeah…somewhere far away,” Hopper agrees, and it’s evident by his expression he already has somewhere in mind.
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Steve
While Y/N stays inside watching the little shits, Nancy and I dig around the pile of junk in the Byers’s yard for anything that can create heat. Jonathan and Mrs. Byers are going to take Will somewhere to burn this thing out of him while Hopper takes Eleven to close the gate. If we’re going to burn this parasite of an alien, we’re going to need a lot of heat… a lot a lot. As we kick and toss shit around, I realize this is the first time Nance and I have been alone in days, weeks almost.
“You should go with him,” I tell her, breaking the silence.
“What?”
“With Jonathan,” I suggest.
No, I'm... I'm not just gonna leave Mike,” she states, avoiding eye contact.
“No one's leaving anyone,” I assure her as I spot a space heater. “I may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but… turns out I'm actually a pretty damn good babysitter,” I joke half-heartedly.
Her features fall. “Steve…”
“It's okay, Nance. It's okay.”
She gives me a soft smile and continues digging. “So you and Y/N…”
A soft nervous laugh escapes me and I feel a faint heat forming in my cheeks. “Yeah…” I bite down on my lip.
“I’m… I’m happy for you guys…” Nance expresses. “Really.”
I nod contently. “It was kind of unexpected.”
“Suprised me at first,” She admits. “But now… Now I can kinda see how it made sense all along.”
My brows scrunch together slightly without Nancy noticing as she searches for more stuff. So, Nancy can see how Y/N and I make sense, even while she and I were together? How? I didn’t even see it until all this happened. Could everyone see it? I mean sure Y/N and I were friends but… we were just friends… right?
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Y/N
While Hopper is out with Eleven and the Byers/Nancy are with Will, Steve and I are left with the kiddos at the Byers. I remove myself to Jonathan's room for a second in search of one thing, his walkman. If we're going to be stuck here until the foreseeable future I'm not going to listen to a bunch of middle schoolers talk about nerd stuff for hours.
I shuffle down the hallway with some decent music. As I pass by the kitchen, my eyes land on Steve and Dustin struggling in front of the fridge.
Dustin removes the last remaining shelf and sets in on the floor. “Okay, he should fit now...”
“is this really necessary?” Steve grunts, holding a clump of blanket in his arms. As he tosses his arms up to adjust, the demodog's head slips out.
“Oh my god!” I shout, causing both of the idiots to snap their heads in my direction. They peer at me with wide eyes like they've been caught committing a crime. "What are you guys doing?!”
“This is a significant scientific discovery!” Dustin argues.
My jaw drops with a huff. “You’re not putting that thing in their fridge!”
“You can’t just bury it like some common mammal!” Dustin whines.
I press my fingers to my temple with a deep sigh. I'm definitely going to need to see a shrink after this. I'm the one-woman show of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest. “Alright, well --" I state calmly. "You’re explaining this to Mrs. Byers...”
The two continue on with their task. I watch for a moment as they both try to shove the alien into the small fridge. Limbs are falling out and I swear they've lost their minds.
I shake my head and start toward the living room. “Jesus Christ... unbelievable...” I mumble.
Steve pants. “Babe, we got it!"
“Nope!" I holler from the next room, earning Lucas and Max's attention. "I saw nothing! I was not a part of that!”
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Steve
How I ended up with these little shits in the kitchen as they come up with some grand scheme to get themselves killed is beyond me.
"We need Y/N's perspective," Dustin concludes.
"No, leave her out of your idiotic plan," I demand.
"But she-"
"I don't care! You hear that?" I snap, causing all of them to look at me wide-eyed. My eyes flicker over to her in the room, peacefully laying on the couch with Jonathan's walkman over her ears. I sigh, "Look, she's already on the verge of losing her shit so keep her out of this."
"What do you mean?" Mike challenges and gestures over to her. "Look at her, she's fine!"
"That's not fine! That's her trying to calm herself down. I've seen it before a million times." I argue. I love how he thinks he knows more about Y/N than me, idiot. "When she's quiet and reclusive, that's when you have to worry about her, so just trust me on this one, alright?"
Y/N
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. The sound of Asia blasting in my ears brings me a few steps closer to forgetting where I am or what we're facing. If I separate myself from the situation for a little bit then perhaps my trauma won't be so chaotic as it was after last year. I do my best to drown out the many voices traveling from the kitchen, but those little shits apparently have never heard of indoor voices.
“Guys! Hey! Hey!” Steve shouts.
I lift one headphone to listen in. "What's going on in there?" I holler.
The cluster ignores me or didn't hear me as they continue to argue.
“This isn’t happening!” Steve yells again.
I rise off the couch and begin toward the kitchen as Steve continues his lecture.
“No! No 'buts!' I promised to keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do!" He declares. "We’re sitting here, on the bench, and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everyone understand that?”
“This isn’t a sports game!” Mike fires back.
“I said does everyone understand that?!” Steve repeats, yanking the kitchen towel off his shoulder. “I need a yes.”
"Yes!" They finally answer.
"Geez," Lucas grumbles.
"What's going on?" I ask again, causing each of them to flicker their focus in my direction.
Before I get an answer, the sound of a car rolling up the gravel driveway interrupts us. It couldn't be the Byers or Hopper already.
Max hurries over to the window and peeks out from behind the curtains. “It’s my brother!”
We all gasp. “What?!”
“He can’t know I’m here!" Lucas begins to panic. "He’ll kill me! He’ll kill us!”
Steve starts toward the front door with a stern glare.
“No!” I grab his wrist before he can pass me. "Are you nuts?”
“It’s okay, I got it," he tries to assure me.
“Billy is bat shit crazy" I remind him. "He’ll kick your ass!”
“Aw come on, have a little faith," he chuckles, bringing his hand up to my cheek.
I could come up with a million more reasons as to why going out there is a suicide mission, but instead I watch silently as Steve disappears out the front door.
The kids one by one rush passed me to all watch from the window.
“Steve’s right, he’s got this," Dustin voices confidently.
“One punch from Billy and I’m beating the shit out of him with the bat," I huff and reluctantly join the kids on the couch by the window. I pry Lucas and Dustin apart to get a better view, much to their annoyance.
The five of us in a nice row, peer out the window as Steve and Billy exchange words. I can't help but fidget. God, I hate Billy. He creeps me out and if he so much as looks at Steve the wrong way I'm going full-blow psycho on him. I'm already on edge, I don't need Billy's bullshit on top of it.
Suddenly, Billy points toward the window and Steve turns around, making eye contact with me. In unison, the five of us drop onto the couch.
“Shit! Did he see us?” Dustin panics.
I lift myself up and peek over the back of the couch to see Billy shove Steve to the ground and stomp on his stomach. Without a second thought, I rush to my feet and sprint toward the door. Before I grab my handle, the front door flies open.
Billy marches in with a snarky grin and cigarette hanging from his lips. “Well, well, well, hey there Beautiful...” He purrs, eyeing my up and down. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
I growl and storm up to him. “You asshole!” I scream, shoving him in the chest with all my strength.
He stumbles only slightly, then wraps his fingers around my neck.
The kids scream for him to let me go as Billy pins me against the wall.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" Mike yells.
Max hurries to his side and tries to pry at his arm. "Get off of her Billy!"
He easily shoves her away, causing her to fall on her ass. Lucas helps her up and pulls her away.
“Get the hell off of me!” I hiss, clawing at his hand around my neck.
“Oo, I love a feisty girl," Billy purrs, bringing his face mere inches from mine. "How about you and I go talk in private?"
You lift your knee between his legs, knocking him right in the nuts.
Billy falls to his knees with a sharp grunt. His hand slips from your neck and you sprint over to the kids to protect them.
He growls, slowly rising to his feet. “You’re so dead, you bitch!"
“No, you are!” Steve announces and punches Billy right across the face.
Billy releases a deep, evil, chuckle. “You got some fire in you after all, huh? I’ve been waiting to meet this “King Steve” they tell me so much about!" He yells.
Steve points to the door calmly. “Get. Out.”
Billy ignores his command and throws a punch. Thankfully, Steve dodges it and hits Billy again.
“Get him!” Mike cheers.
“Get the son of a bitch!” Dustin adds.
Billy grabs a plate off the counter and smashes it over Steves head, causing the boy to fall to the ground.
Amidst the chaos, I glance at the small table by the front door. The medicine needle Hopper used to subdue Will remains filled on it.
Meanwhile, Billy, picks up Steve by the collar and brings him close. “No one tells me what to do.” He then headbutts Steve, knocking him out.
I start to Billy, but Dustin tries to stop me by grabbing my wrist. I yank my arm free and run into the kitchen, snatching the spare needle in route. I raise my fist to get a punch in. "You sick son of a-"
Billy laughs and intercepts my hand. "Gonna fight me, Princess? I don't fight girls."
"Guess you're a pussy then!" I snap and jab the needle into Billy's neck.
He whinces and feels around his neck to discover the plastic bit. His features morph into pure wickedness and he charges at me. His palm slaps me across the face with such force it feels as though my eye is going to be pop out of socket.
The children yell for him to stop, but to no avail.
Billy gathers a lump of my hair in his fist and yanks me closer. "You're gonna-"
Before the threat can be completed, Billy becomes unstable on his feet, swaying from side to side. “The hell is this?” He pants.
I pry his fingers from my hair with a hiss as he tugs at the root.
He falls to his knees, starting to appear delirious. “You bitch, what did you? What did... you... you-”
“Shove it you asshole!” I command, towering over him.
He slowly lays back onto the floor. “Screw... you...”
“Oh don't you wish you could," I fire back.
In a matter of seconds, Billy is completely knocked out and I feel like a can take a breath again, not a fulfilling one though, not yet. I won't actually be relaxed until this shit is over, and even then I won't be fully settled.
I turn to check on the kids and they all peer at me wide-eyed.
"Holy shit!" Dustin gawks at the fallen Billy.
"That was badass," Lucas adds.
Max jogs over to her older brother and digs in his pockets. She reveals his keys and gives them a jiggle. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Give those to me," I order, holding out my hand.
“But you’re hurt," she protests and points to my cheek.
I bring my hand up to not only feel my sensitive and likely to bruise skin, but also the blood coming from my lip. I sigh, "don’t worry, I got this." I take the keys from Max and turn to address the rest of the kids. "Besides, no one else can drive. Now, help me get Steve into the car before your psycho brother wakes up.”
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Steve
Everything hurts. I've never woken up with a headache, but now I know it's hell. I inhale and a sharp pain aches in my ribs. My eyes begin to flicker open, but one of them is refusing to rise above halfway. I forget where I am for a second, then I slowly start to realize the last thing I remember is Billy beating the living shit out of me. As I become more conscious, I comprehend I'm nowhere freaking near the Byers house and am instead in a car.
"Wait... What's going on?" I ask.
"Shh..." Dustin purrs next to me. "It's alright, buddy." He comes into view all blurry.
"Left here!" A voice instructs from the front seat.
"Shit!" I hear Y/N shout. "Maybe a little more heads-up!"
I jump as she jolts the car to the left and I slide into Mike. "Oh my god!"
"They were gonna leave you behind. I promised that you'd be cool, okay?" Dustin tries to reason with me.
"No, no, we're not doing this!" I protest. "Turn around!"
"I told you he'd freak out!" Mike barks.
"Y/N stop the car!" I yell to her.
"Everyone shut up! I'm trying to focus!" She snaps over her shoulder.
"Right!" Max announces, studying a map closely.
"For fuck sake!" Y/N shouts, taking another sharp turn. "Are you sure this looks like-"
"Stop the car!" I scream.
Y/N ignores me and instead picks up her speed. I grip the shoulders of the front seats, trying my best to not throw up as Y/N drives like a maniac.
Y/N
I skid to a stop right before a gorge-like hole in the middle of this pumpkin field. I swear to god these kids are going to get us all killed.
"We're here..." I announce with a huff.
Everyone begins to climb out and head to the trunk where we stashed everything we'll need, goggles, flashlights, mouth coverings, gasoline, a lighter, everything. We don't know what the hell is down there, so we came ready.
"Guys!" Steve shouts as he climbs out of the car. "Oh, no. Guys!" He covers his ribs and struggles to hold himself up against the door. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" He asks as Lucas passes him with cases of gasoline toward the gorge. "What are you, deaf? Hello?" He hollers as the kids and I continue our tasks.
I grab my swords from the truck and begin to strap them to my back. No matter how many times I use them, it'll never feel normal. I also pick up Steve's bat. He may refuse to come, but there's no way I'm leaving him without a weapon.
Once everything is out, I slam the trunk shut and start toward the gorge to set up with the kids.
“I made myself clear!” Steve yells as I pass him.
“Steve!” I finally snap, causing everyone to halt. “We get it! You’re not on board with this and frankly nor am I but this is all we got! I’m not going to just sit at the Byers house waiting for those demo dogs to eat us!"
Steve sighs, combing his fingers through his hair.
"Plus, Will needs our help!” I argue, much more calmly.
“Y/N, I promised nothing would happen to you!” He challenges.
“You can’t be certain of that! I got royally screwed last year and I refuse to let it happen again," I remind him.
It feels as if the entire world goes silent as I mention what happened. Since I was attacked by the Demogorgon, Steve has never forgiven himself. A complete stranger would be able to see it. What happened wasn't his fault, but he was the reason I was at the Byers that night at all.
“Now, you can either help us or you can stand here and bitch," I tell him.
Steve gently takes his bat from me, his fingers linger over mine. “If you think for a second I’m letting you go down there by yourself you’re crazier than I thought.” He offers me a weak smile and leans in to place a quick peck to my cheek.
Mike pretends to gag. “You two are more disgusting than the dogs."
Steve is the first to climb into the gorge. I offered, but of course, he refused. I could've seen that coming. He did, however, have no objects to me being second. We'll both put ourselves in front of the children in any circumstance.
While Steve holds the end of the rope and helps the kids down, I begin to walk ahead and get an idea of what we're working with. Blue intestines, that's all I can think. Icky, sticky, blue intestine tunnels.
“Hey!” Steve hollers.
I whip my head around to see Steve pointing at me warningly. “Don’t go too far!”
Who died and made him Queen?
I mockingly salute him. “Yes sir!”
He rolls his eyes and returns his attention back to his cluster of kiddos as they file in.
“I have a map!” Mike announces, joining me a few feet ahead of the group.
“Let me see that," Steve commands, snatching the map from him. He studies it and starts to march ahead. “So, we head this way and it should lead us to a cove of sorts?”
“Basically," Mike agrees.
“We’re calling it the Hub," Dustin voices a bit too enthusiastically.
Mike starts to walk ahead and Steve immediately protests. “Woah! Woah! Pause it! Any of you little shits down here I get the blame! I’m leading the way.”
“Then I’m leading with you," I announce, marching to catch up with him.
“No, no," he counters. "If anything-”
“Take it or leave it, Harrington," I state, already annoyed with this whole thing. Dustin thinks it's a field trip, Mike wants to save the world, and Steve is acting like G.I. Joe.
“Ugh fine," he huffs. "But if anything shows up don’t pull what you did at the junkyard alright? I want you to take these little assholes and run for it. You got that?”
“No promises," I grumble, moving ahead.
“Y/N!" Steve wraps his fingers around my wrist, pulling me to a halt. "I’m serious!”
“So am I! I’m not just going to leave you down here if something happens!" I argue.
“This isn’t just about our safety anymore! We’re also responsible for them!” He points to the cluster of tweens behind us watching like we're on Days of Our Lives.
I scoff. “You don’t think I realize that? But how can you expect me to get them out of here by myself if you’re dead?”
“Hey! Guys! Shut it! We have a mission here!” Dustin barks, snapping Steve and I out of our melodrama. “You act like a married couple later.”
Steve returns his attention to me, simultaneously gliding his hand down from my wrist to interlock with mine. "You're going to be next to me the whole time, no arguing, no heroic acts. You listen to everything I say."
I grin. "Oh come on, Harrington. You know that's not my style."
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We walk for what feels like forever but is likely no more than ten minutes when all of a sudden, Dustin starts to scream.
"Shit!" He cries. "Help! Help!"
We all dart back to find him on the ground coughing up a lung.
"It's in my mouth! It's in my mouth!" He panics.
"Shit!" Steve huffs.
Dustin spits and peers up at us, looking like a complete idiot. He pants, "I'm okay."
"Oh for fuck sake!" I voice, following Max as she's already walked away.
"Sorry!" Dustin whines as he rises to his feet.
We continue marching along. Steve is at the lead, map in hand and flashlight in the other. I nervously twirl my lighter between my fingers. All I can say is this little shit better work down here otherwise we're fucked.
We emerge into a large circular space that connects various tunnels. Steve steadies to a stop and we all follow suit.
"Yo Wheeler," Steve announces. "I think we found your hub."
"Let's drench it," Dustin declares.
Like rain, we begin to pour gallons upon gallons of gasoline from the center of the hub and into the tunnel where we came. I've tried to mimimize my breaths down here considering there's white floating shit in the air, but even in short breaths I can tell it smells like a soaked up gas station.
"Get ready!" Steve announces once we're down to the last drops of gas. As I pass him, he snatches the lighter from my hand. "I'll take that."
"But-"
"No buts," he practically orders. "No way in hell I'm letting you do it."
I roll my eyes and reluctantly join the kids behind him.
"I'm so screwed," Steve mumbles to himself before dropping the lighter and setting the place on fire. The tunnel becomes an inferno and I watch in awe as the fire rapidly engulfs the place.
Steve grabs my hand urgently. "Time to go!"
I hadn't noticed the kids were gone, already well ahead on their sprint until Steve pulled me from my daze.
Steve and I start running toward the gorge and I can't help but laugh a little. "Is it too late to mention I have a deadly fear of fire?"
He chuckles and holds my hand tighter. "After everything we've seen, fire is still on your list?"
His words bring a smile to my face, but the brief moment of amusement is brought to a sharp end when I'm yanked to the ground by something locked around my ankle. I hit the dirt floor with a smack and flip myself around. The jet black, slimy, branch around my ankle begins to crawl up my leg.
“Steve, Hel...Help!" I stutter, in an utter panic. "Help!”
The kids come rush back as Steve begins to wack the branch with his bat.
"Get it off! Get it off!" I plead, memories of last year flood my mind. If I get stuck down here I'm haunting these stupid kids so hard for getting me into this.
The branch cowers back from Steve's assault and frees my leg. He wraps his fingers around my forearm and yanks me to my feet. His arms then fling around me, pressing me into his chest. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
I shake my head, still catching my breath. “God, I hate this shit.”
"We gotta go!" Lucas reminds us.
Steve grips my hand and keeps me close the remainder of the way to the gorge. Loud screeches echo throughout the space and it's evident the demodogs are close. We dodge branches, and holes, all while trying to see in the misty tunnel.
When we finally reach the opening and the rope, Steve and I both agree kids go first. The screeching of the dogs becomes louder and louder with each passing second. We're all yelling at one another to hurry the hell up so we don't become an alien's dinner. First, it's max, then Lucas, Mike, and finally Dustin all up the rope. Steve practically shoves them up by the asses in a panic.
A loud shriek comes from around the corner, causing Steve and I to pause. My heart sinks, already predicting what he's going to say as he picks up his bat.
“Y/N, go!” He urges me along.
“Okay, that's not happening," I remark, yanking my swords out.
“Babe, come on! Please just listen to me for once!” He yells.
"Y/N! Hurry up!" Mike yells, offering me his hand.
I huff at Steve. "I'm not just gonna leave you when-"
I breath hitches in my throat when a pack of demodogs turn the corner right at us.
"Shit! Shit!" I squeal and set up my swords in front of me.
Abruptly, the dogs run right passed us and down the tunnel. Immediately, Steve wraps his arm around me, pulling me into his chest. I hide my face in his neck, utterly losing my mind. I cling to his chest and never wish to leave. I wait for the dogs to realize their mistake and turn around to eat us. When that doesn't occur and their screeching fades into the distance, I lift my head slowly.
Steve is already peering down the tunnel where they went with a furrowed brow. Both of us are catching our breath, still left utterly confused.
“Eleven," Mike mutters from above.
Steve eyes flicker down to meet mine and slowly I'm brought down from that panic attack. Without any word or warning, Steve slams his lips to mine. I drop my swords and drape my arms over his shoulders, deepening the kiss. There's nothing quite like dying to make people realize their priorities and act on impulse.
The kids groan above us, causing Steve and I to chuckle, but don't stop in the slightest. When we finally break for breath, Steve and I rest our foreheads against each other.
"Never try to make me leave you like that again," I whisper, caressing his cheek.
He peers into my eyes pleadingly. "I just couldn't live with myself if anything ever happened to you... You're... You're everything to me... God, I love you so much, Y/N."
"I love you too," I tell him wholeheartedly. "Which is exactly why I could never leave you."
He nods and presses his lips to mine, this time gently and comfortingly.
God, I love Steve more than anything. I couldn't imagine risking my life on multiple occasions for anyone else.
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Masterlist
Tags: @treblebeth @supersouthy @ultrunningning @gillybear17bear17 @steve-is-daddy @babyblue-lahey @aut13har @redgetawaycar
Dazed and Confused (S1: 9/?)
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader
Warnings: mild language
Word Count: 2.4k
Part Summary: At the Byers house, Y/N has a flashback from last year and things take a surprising turn.
Masterlist
I remove one of my swords from its sheath and inspect its blade. Memories from last year flash across my mind. In this very living room, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan, and I faced the Demogorgon. Well, it started out as just the three of us before Steve showed up and got all frazzled. Granted, he had every reason to be. It's not every day someone sees an alien.
"This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy! This is crazy! This is crazy!" Steve paces toward the phone and begins to dial 911.
I quickly snatch the device from his hands and slam it down.
“What the hell are you doing here Nance? Let’s go!” I try to reason with her.
“Get out of here!” She yells, “Y/N, just go!”
Okay, um, bitch! I didn’t miss The Facts of Life for this bullshit!
I cross my arms over my chest and grant her the death glare. “You don’t want to leave? Fine by me! Steve, let’s go!” I spin on my heels and head toward the door.
The idiotic Christmas lights scattered all over the shack of a house start to flicker which makes Jonathan and Nancy lose their shit.
“He’s back!” She screams.
“Everyone get together!” Jonathan demands.
“What? Why? What’s going on?” Steve actually listens to them.
As if I’m going to listen to that freak! It’s going to happen! I’m going home! I have practice tomorrow and I can’t be late!
“Y/N! Get over here!” Jonathan orders.
He has the audacity to command me? He’s about to have a rude awakening here in a minute.
I whip around to address the asshole. “Watch it, Byers! I’m in no mood to-”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel a weight resembling a cement block colliding with my stomach. I fall onto my side and swords collapse from my hands to the carpet. I'm whipped onto my back and above me is nothing but a flower of million teeth as the beast releases a deep growl.
"Y/N!" Nancy and Jonathan shout as they begin to shoot at it.
I release a blood-curdling scream and attempt to reach for one of my swords just inches away. The monster lifts one of its massive claws and digs it into my extended arm.
"Go to hell, you son of a bitch!" Nancy yells.
The pain is so sharp it makes every ounce of breath leave my lungs. For a moment, my body is stiff and my eyes begin to well up.
Suddenly, the monster disappears from above me. The vision of the Byers's cream ceiling comes into view.
"Take that, asshole!" Steve grunts, knocking the Demogorgon again, this time into the hallway. "He’s in the trap!" Jonathan announces.
All three of them disappear from my immediate sight. Their voices are muffled around the corner and all I can do is stare up at the damaged ceiling with blurry vision. Slowly, my head inches to the side to catch a glimpse of the stinging I feel. All I see is red on what was once a yellow-like carpet.
I just... I just need to sit up and I'll be okay. I try to move but a piercing headache plagues me and I become lightheaded. The shouting coming from the hallway reaches my ears as gibberish.
"Y/N!" Steve calls, suddenly emerging into the living room. He slides onto his knees at my side, dropping the bat beside him.
"Oh shit!" Jonathan gasps as his eyes lock onto my arm.
"She's losing a lot of blood!" Nancy panics as she kneels beside Steve.
"Guys, what's... what's going on?" I question anxiously.
"Hey, hey..." Steve looks into my eyes and speaks with a gentle tone. "It's all going to be okay." He grips the bottom of his shirt and begins to rip it. "I'll take her to the hospital."
"And tell them what? She got attacked by an alien?" Jonathan challenges as he paces back and forth behind them.
"What else do you suggest we do?" Steve snaps before he starts to wrap the long line of fabric around my arm.
I wince at the pain.
"Steve is right. She needs help!" Nancy adds.
When Steve moves to pick me up, my vision goes black for... I'm not actually sure how long. All I can focus on is the pain. The piercing pain radiating from my forearm, to my shoulder and all throughout my body. I come to when Jonathan props open the front door and Steve carries me outside.
"Don't worry. I've got you," he mumbles against my ear.
Nancy hurries ahead, unlocking the car and opening the passenger door. "I'll come to be with you as soon as I can!" She assures me as Steve gently places me inside.
Once they shut the door, the world goes silent. I've seen enough documentaries and crime shows to know the cardinal rule of a severe injury, don't fall asleep. I always used to yell at the screen when the characters would fall asleep. I mean, how hard could it be to stay awake? Now that I'm living the scenario, I can see why passing out would be the better choice.
"Hey! Hey!"
My eyes flicker open as I feel a frantic tapping on my leg.
"Stay with me Y/N! You with me?" Steve shouts as he floors it down the Byers's driveway.
I hum weakly.
"Oh my shit! You scared the hell out of me!" He worriedly glances between the poorly lit backroad and me.
I snicker faintly. Even when my on the verge of fainting he still makes me laugh.
"Hey! Everything's going to be okay..." He tries to reassure me. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, alright?"
I nod slowly, doing my best to remain conscious. I roll my head to the side and stare at Steve as his eyes remain ahead. "Steve?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks..." I struggle to bring my voice any higher than a whisper. "Thanks for saving me."
His sight swiftly meets mine again. His hand leaves the divider and finds my hand. "Anytime, Y/N... Anytime."
“Y/N!” A voice pulls me from my daydream.
When I snap back to reality, I'm met with Dustin's curious gaze. i huff. “What?”
“I asked where you got those.” He points at the sword in my lap.
“Oh uh..." I glance down at the object and it takes me a minute to fully return to the present. It's like waking up from a dream and trying to operate too quickly. What's real and what's fake is still blurry. "They're uh... They’re samurai swords. My dad travels a lot. He got them while on a business trip in Japan.”
“Can I try them?” He grins eagerly.
“What? No." My brows scrunch together. He can't be serious. "This isn't the Ninja Turtles. They're real and could cut you like paper.”
Abruptly, Hopper barges into the house looking distraught.
"What happened?" Dustin questions, leaving his spot in front of me to follow the Chief into the kitchen.
Still, in a daze, I slowly but surely follow behind the kid. Eventually, I join the others around the kitchen table.
Hopper sighs, grabbing any piece of paper he can find. "I think he's talking, just not with words."
I watch absentmindedly as the others focus on whatever Hopper is trying to figure out. Out of my peripheral vision, Steve moves from his leaning position against the fridge to join me across the room.
He cups my cheek, urging me to look at him. "Are you okay?"
I nod slightly. "Fine."
Steve's brows scrunch together with evident concern, clearly not convinced. I'll admit, I would've even believe myself.
A commotion ensues around the table, breaking his attention from me.
He studies the sheet over Lucas's shoulder. "What is that?"
"Morse code," everyone voices in unison.
Hopper writes out the translation beneath the markings, eventually coming up with H.E.R.E
"Here," all of us conclude together.
"Will's still in there. He's talking to us!" Hopper expresses excitedly before rushing out of the house again.
I look to Steve who meets my gaze. "We're going to need more paper."
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"Dash, dot, dash, dot," Lucas announces as he listens to the walkie talkie.
"Yeah, got it," I mumble, scanning the translation key. "C!"
Nancy marks down the letter urgently.
Steve grips the back of my chair, watching the operation like the rest of the kids.
C.L.O.S.E.G.A.T.
One after the next, Nancy, Lucas, and I translate the Will taps out to us. Somehow, some way, this is working.
"E!" I answer swiftly for Nancy to add.
She marks down the letter in red crayon and then meets my gaze wide-eyed. "Close gate," she mutters, appearing utterly struck in awe.
Before any of us can react or pick up the radio to tell Hopper, the phone begins to ring. We all jump, startled by the sudden noise.
"Shit! Shit!" Dustin runs to the phone and slams it down.
There's a moment of silence and relief. If Will had heard that-
Before I can even finish my thought, the phone rings again.
Nancy flies up from her chair in a fit of rage and yanks the entire phone off the wall. She chucks the clump of plastic to the floor with a grunt.
"Do... Do you think he heard that?" Lucas questions.
"It's just a phone. It could be anywhere. Right?" Max tries to reason.
Hopper storms back into the house in a panic. “They’re coming! It knows where we are!”
Immediately, everyone breaks out into a frenzy to get ready. My heart begins to race as my eyes fall to the floor. Yet again I find myself facing other worldly monsters in the Byers house. This will be like the junkyard but probably a million times worse because instead of a handful of demodogs it'll be the whole swarm.
A gentle hand falls on my shoulder and my eyes lift to meet Steve's. He offers me a weak but reassuring smile. "Stay close to me."
I nod, rising from my seat to grab my swords.
"Hey. Hey, get away from the windows!" Hopper orders the kids and they instantly scatter.
I collect my swords from the couch, removing the second from its sheath. The handles in my hands are something I thought and hoped I would never feel again. When I first stole my dad's swords it was out of desperation and lack of any other weapon. They were completely foreign to me. Now, the idea of using them is like returning to an old hobby after years away.
Hopper tosses Nancy a shotgun as everyone gathers in the living room.
"Get behind me," Steve instructs... Well... more like commands.
I scoff, a bit amused. "Seriously?"
He rolls his eyes. "Y/N-"
"Steve!" I huff. He can't be serious!
"I don't want you to get hurt!" He argues.
"Hello! Swords!" I hold them up between us.
He grumbles. "These things! These monsters-"
"Look, I don't need-"
"Hey!" Hopper barks at us, causing the room to fall silent and all eyes to land on us. "Shut up!" He orders.
A sudden ear-piercing screech echoes from outside, leading everyone's heads to snap toward the front window.
Steve holds his bat in one hand and slips his other across my back.
In front of me, I cross my dad's swords into an X and await any sort of motion.
Minutes pass with various growls and thuds echoing from outside.
"Where are they?" Max panics under the anticipation.
"What are they doing?" Lucas presses, voicing what we're all wondering, why haven't they attacked yet?
I lower my swords slightly and right when I do, the front window shaders. The house fills with screams, including my own. In one swift motion, Steve's hand leaves my back and slips around my front. He jumps in front of me and grips my jean loops to keep me behind him.
When the room settles and outside falls quiet, everyone stares at the laying demodog.
"Holy shit!" Dustin gawks.
"Is it dead?" Lucas asks.
Hopper shifts closer to it and using the tip of his gun, pokes it. When the monster doesn't move or attack, we all silently agree it's dead. As quickly as some mild sense of relief came, it disappears again with the front door creaking.
Steve's hand leaves my hip and glides up to my back, pressing my chest into him. Despite my earlier protests, I don't fight off his protective actions and I peer over his shoulder.
My lips part in pure shock when my sight lands on Eleven of all people. After a year... she's just... here. I drop my swords to the carpet with a clink and move to stand next to Steve. He loosens his grip on the bat and it dangles beside his legs.
Mike emerges from behind Hopper with an equally stunned expression. “El?”
The young girl nods as she wipes away her bloody nose.
The two embrace eagerly and my eyes meet Steve's utterly dumbfounded. As things start to calm down, Steve guides me over to the couch and the two of us actually rest for the first time in hours.
The peace is short-lived as a fight breaks out between Mike and Hopper once the boy realizes he knew where Eleven was this whole time. The Chief escorts him away to talk it out rather than arguing.
Meanwhile, Max approaches Eleven while she catches up with the boys. “Eleven?” The girl offers the other a warm smile and extends her hand out to her.
Eleven passes Max and makes her way over to me. I rise up from my spot beside Steve and take the girl into a warm embrace. “Hey, I’ve missed you girly!"
Eleven tightens her grip around me while she presses her cheek into my chest.
“It’s okay... I know... I’m here...” I rest my cheek against the top of her head. "I’m glad to see you're okay.”
After a short time, she pulls back to meet my gaze. Then, her eyes land on my arm, my scar. Her fingers run over it. “Your arm is better...” She states a matter-of-factly.
“Oh!" I giggle. “Yeah, yeah almost. Hopefully, there’s no more scar in the future.”
Abruptly, she slings her arms around me again. “I’ve missed you too.”
A genuine smile forms on my lips to see Eleven okay and to some extent happy. I run my fingers over her slicked-back hair. “Love the new style by the way... You could work at MTV or something," I snicker.
She laughs and nods against my chest.
My eyes flicker over to Steve who continues to watch the interaction with a pleased grin. For a moment, a second even, I can actually breathe and remember that despite everything the people I care about are still okay. We have a shot at saving Will and things could possibly go back to the way they were before all of this... Minus the part of Nancy and Steve being together but that's more of a side note.
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