#eddie munson x black!oc
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omg can u do like an angst/fluff one shot of when the reader says the safe word during sex bc he was being rough and eddie gets sad/comforting & it's a happy ending
Sex with Eddie was always sweet, slow and loving. He always made love to you. This time around, he got carried away. He plummeted in to you from behind, hard, holding your hip with one hand and using the other to grip your wrists behind you.
You were enjoying it at first, until he grip became bruising and you were starting to feel sore.
At the start of your relationship, you established a safe word. A safe word you had never had any reason to use until now.
"Edward," you uttered.
It took Eddie a minute to register what came out of your mouth but when he did, he pulled out and let go of you.
"I'm so so sorry princess," he said with pleading eyes.
He buried his face in his hands, visibly upset with himself.
"Are you ok? I'm so sorry I hurt you, I didn't mean to I-"
"Hey. It's ok Eds," you tried to soothe him.
"It's not. I fucking hurt you-"
"Eds. Stop, It's ok, I promise, you just squeezed a bit too tight that's all. You're just too strong," you teased, squeezing his biceps.
He chuckled and you gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
"You could never hurt me Ed, I love you."
"I love you too bunny, so much."
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Bambi and the Freak
Modern!Older!Eddie Munson x Dark-skinned!College!Reader
Summary: Being a student in an university is not a big thing in your life.
But falling in love with a long-haired metalhead?
Well, it’s an unexpected thing.
NSFW 18+ - minimal use of y/n, roommates to friends to lovers, angst, smut, mutual pining, mention of bullying, sexual tension, emotions, mention of loss of a parent
Author's note: Since English is not my first language, I like to give to me new goals and a lot anxiety because of that. So maybe there will be some grammar mistake, but I'll try my best (I hope I wrote it good, because that shit kept me awake for a few nights). Anyway have fun and I hope you'll like it! (Oh God, I'm so nervous...)
Chapter one: The Metalhead in the house
(wc: 3k)
This will be a typical boring Friday night.
Lucas has a party with his basketball teammates, Max is working at her night shift at the bar. But Eddie… Eddie stays at home that night which is suprising, because he uses to hang out too on Friday nights with his coworkers or his friends. But tonight he doesn’t.
You and Eddie are standing in the kitchen, watching Max as she gets ready for work. She takes out her lunchbox from the fridge and puts it in her bag, while she complains about how much she doesn’t want to work tonight and how tired she is. You and Eddie nod in understanding.
Max stops at the front door, she looks around to see if she forgot something, then look at you and smiles, ’’Alright then. Have a nice evening, lucky people who have Friday night off. I hate you! Bye bye!”
’’Bye!”you and Eddie say in chorus as Max opens the door and leaves you alone with Eddie.
This is your first time to being alone with him. Eddie has been living with you, Max and Lucas for a few weeks. He got a mechanic job nearby, and since Hawkins is too far, he moved in your apartment, which you share with Max and Lucas.
A two-bedrooms apartment is not too big for four people, but four of you can handle this situation. Max and Lucas share one bedroom, the other is yours. and Eddie sleeps on the couch in the living room which is in the same space as the kitchen. This means after Eddie fell asleep you must be quiet if you want anything from the kitchen. But it’s okay because he isn’t at home much, only at night, except when he is somewhere else at the weekends. But that weekend, Eddie stays home for mysterious reasons.
You glances at Eddie and turn around immediately when you see that he is looking at you with those dark eyes. To avoid his eyes, you go to the fridge, open it and take out the stuffs for your dinner. While you take the ingredients on the kitchen counter you start to apologizing to him, ’’I’ll be quick and I will not bother you, I promise.”
’’You’re not bothering me” Eddie says and you smile a little under your nose.
You and Eddie haven’t talked much with each other before. He is nice and all, but he is not your friend, he is your roommate and that’s all. You didn’t try to get to know him and he didn’t try to get to know you. You know guys like Eddie well. Long hair, chains, lot of rings on his fingers, wearing black boots, listening metal music and always being loud – these are the ingredients of a metalhead. Eddie is that kind of guy you see on the street, you try to be invisible to not catch his attention You’ve met too many guys like Eddie in the past, and you can tell these guys are not very nice. They are the worst. They find pleasure in insulting you with racist words. They don’t care that you are a human like them. They like to joke about your history, when your ancestors were slaves.
But Eddie is different. Even he looks like those guys, you know that he is not racist. Lucas said he knew Eddie from high school and Eddie was the only guy who was nice to him. Eddie showed to Lucas and his friends that the high school isn’t a nightmare, it can be fun if you are with the right people This story melted your heart, and you became a little curious about Eddie, but you didn’t dare to talk with him. And he didn’t too with you.
Until the moment, you hear his deep voice, ’’Are you cooking something?”
’’Yep” you nod as you take out the cutting board from the kitchen cabinet. ’’I found a recipe on Pinterest. I thought I’ll try it.”
’’What kind of recipe?’’
You take out your phone from your back pocket, open the recipe and hand the phone to Eddie. He looks at the screen with furrowed brows then looks at you with raised eyebrows. ’’Marry-me chicken?”
You can hear the judgment in his voice, but you don’t care, you just shrug, ’’There’s parmesan and a lot of garlic.”
Eddie gives back your phone to you. ’’Yeah, I saw it. It can kill a hundred vampires,” he smirks.
’’We don’t hurt vampires. They’re hot,” you say as you slice the chicken breast with a knife.
’’Hot? They want to kill you!”
’’Not if the vampire is Edward Cullen and he loves you,” you grin at Eddie and he shakes his head in disbelief. He mutters something under his breath, then to your suprise he takes out a black hair band from his pocket and starts to tie his long hair into a bun.
’’What are you doing?” you ask in shock when Eddie walks up to you.
’’I’ll help you cook,” he replies, glancing at your phone’s screen and taking out a plate from the cabinet. ’’We have to eat all the food, you know. Garlic protects us from vampires. And who knows? Maybe I’ll put a ring on your finger at the end of the night, if it’s really good,” Eddie gives you a cheeky wink and pours flour into the plate.
You giggle and give Eddie a slice of chicken breast, and he dips it into the flour. This happens for a while. You cut up the chicken, Eddie dredges it in flour, and while you’re working you glance at him for a few times.
You just noticed how tall is he. You have to lift your head to see his face. You look up at him for a few times and you notice his strong jawline, his straight nose and his kissable lips. Kissable?! Your strange thoughts make you turn back to the chicken as fast as you can and try to calm down.
’’You’re okay?” Eddie asks and tilts his head down to scan your face what is burning under your skin.
You swallow and nod, ’’Yeah.”
’’Are you sure? You’re panting,’’ Eddie furrows his brows as he continues to stare at your face.
’’I’m fine. It’s just a little hot here, isn’t it?” you fan yourself with your hand to chase away the burning feeling and smile at him awkwardly.
Eddie looks at you like you are an idiot then turns aways from you and glances back at your phone screen,’’The next step is put them into a pan with oil and butter.”
You nod and squat down to the lower cabinet for a pan. When you straighten up you notice Eddie’s eyes on you. ’’What?” you ask.
He shakes his head and mumbles, ’’Nothing.” You raise an eyebrow at his answer and put the pan on the stove.
The next few minutes pass in silence. Only the sizzle of butter can be heard in the kitchen as Eddie takes the chicken breast into it. Now the chicken is sizzling too, and both of you are waiting. Eddie stands next to counter with one hand on it. You rely on your elbows on the counter and watch the food starting to be cooked. There is nothing but the silence. The silence what is coming to be awkward and you glance at Eddie for a moment. To your suprise he stares at you and when Eddie catches your eyes he chuckles a little.
’’What?’’ you ask.
’’Nothing,’’ he grins and shakes his head in disbelief before looking back at you. ’’You know, you are not like what I thought at first.”
’’Well, you are not too.” you grin at him. ’’I thought you will be mean with me.”
’’Mean? With you?” he raises his brows.
’’Yeah.” you nod and start to rocking on your heels nerviously. ’’The guys like you, you know… They’re not very nice to girls like me.”
’’Like you?’’ Eddie asks back, then looks down on you and back. ’’You mean, because of…?” he touches his arm with his hand reffered to his skin and you nod. ’’Oh…’’ That’s all what he says.
You shrug like it’s not a big deal but for some mysterious reasons Eddie starts comforting you. ’’They were idiots because if they were smart, they would know that we are all the same under our skin. I mean flesh, veins and blood, and this is my personal opinion, but these people are colored, not you, because white guys like me go out to have a sunbath and they’ll have red skin after thirty minutes, but you…” Eddie points at you. ’’You will reamin as beautiful as you are right now.”
You blink at him in shock. These things what Eddie said are shocking and strangest thing is that Eddie thinks you are beautiful. Unsure what to say, you clear your throat and look away for a moment to collect your thoughts. What can you say to that? A ’’thank you” is not enough.
Suddenly, a knock breaks the atmosphere between you and Eddie. You raise your head up curiously and straighten while Eddie goes to the door and opens it. A small smile crosses his face as he welcomes the unexpected guest. ’’Harrington!”
’’Hi! Hi Bambi!” Steve Harrington smiles at you as he enters the apartman and you smile back at him.
’’Hi, Steve! How are you?” You ask sweetly, follow Eddie with your eyes who steps to his bag on the couch.
’’I’m good. You? What are you cooking?” Steve looks at the pan on the stove and before you can answer, Eddie walks back to Steve and hands him a small bag of weed. ’’Thanks.” Steve nods and puts it into his back pocket. ’’Would it be a problem if I’ll pay for these later?”
Eddie rolls his eyes at him. ’’Yes, it would be a problem if you don’t get out in five seconds.”
Steve grins at him then waves to you with a ’’bye, Bambi, nice to see you” as Eddie closes the door behind him. You shake your head and chuckle, then turn to the stove. While you take out the chicken breasts into a plate you see Eddie in the corner of your eyes, still standing by the door, watching you work.
’’So, are you a drug dealer?” you ask him to break the silence.
He snorts and walks past you, ’’What can that guy say whose mother died when he was a kid and whose his dad was shit?” he asks mockingly.
Now you are the one who snorts and says, ’’My mom died too and I’m not a drug dealer.”
’’I’m sorry for your mom.” His voice is serious and when you look up in his face you see his face is serious too, like he really mean it.
’’It’s okay,’ you shrug and turn back to the food. ’’My dad wasn’t shit as yours, so…”
’’Yeah, Sinclair said your father is doctor and you have siblings.”
’’I have four brother and one sister,” you nod and grin at Eddie when you see his jaws dropped. This is a frequent thing for you, everybody gets shock when they find out that you live in a big family. Eddie can’t say anything too just ’’Wow!” and you giggle.
’’Do you have sister or brother?” You ask and Eddie shakes his head.
’’No, just me and my uncle.”
’’Did you live with your uncle?”
’’After my dad got into trouble and went to the jail, because the real work was stinky for him and he found the worst way to make money.”
’’Oh… Sorry about that.” And you mean it, because you can’t imagine how hard it must have been for Eddie, but you can see it in his eyes when he nods and says, ’’Yeah…”.
You feel like you have to say something to make him feel better, so you start with a smile on your face, ’’But you are better than him, right? I mean you have a real job so you’ve outgrown him.”
Eddie snorts and nod with a little laugh, ’’Outgrown him is a little bit too much, because I’m still dealing with drugs, but yeah… Maybe you’re right.”
You smile at him and asks, ’’Are you doing it?”
’’You mean, the drugs?” And you nod. ’’Sometimes.”
’’I’ve never try it before,” you confess to him shyly.
’’Really?” Eddie raises an eyebrow.
’’My brothers used to smoke weed sometimes, but I didn’t dare to try it because I was scared,” you explain and Eddie nods in agreement.
’’Weed can be good if you have good company.”
Without thinking you ask back, ’’You mean, your company?”
Eddie snorts and nods again, ’’Yeah, my company. We can try it if you want to.”
You lift your head up for his answer, ’’Now?”
Eddie laughs and shakes his head, ’’Maybe next time when the others aren’t home again Okay?”
You nod, ’’Okay.”
*****
Eddie said you’ll have to wait because he is too poor to give you a ring, but he’ll work on it. The marry-me chicken was great as the night was also with Eddie. You and him ate together and talked for hours about everything that came to your mind. Eddie is really nice and smart, even though he failed in high school twice. ’’The education was not for me, because I was too lazy,” he said on that night.
The atmosphere between you and Eddie has changed a bit since that dinner. It became like between friends. Not best friends, just simple friends who live together. Sleepy smiles and greetings every mornings. Little questions about yours and his day in the end of the day before you two go to have some rest.
In the middle of the week, you sit at the dining table with your friends. Beverly and Mia are your classmates, and have been friends since the first day of college. Mia says all the time ’’Black girls should stick together”, and Beverly and you agree with her, so three of you spend a lot of time together. Just like that afternoon when Eddie comes home from work.
’’Hello, ladies!” He grins at them and looks at you for a moment as he takes off his shoes. Three of you smile at him and turn back to your textbooks. You need to write an essay due next week and you got an idea with the girls helping each other out.
You see in the corner of your eyes that Eddie goes to the kitchen sink, drinks a glass of water and sighs a big when he swallowed the last gulp. Then he turns around and goes to the couch where are his stuffs. You don’t see him, just hear the sound as he rummages in his bag. You look up for a moment to the girls and you see they’re watching Eddie curiously.
You want clear your throat to catch their attention from Eddie, when a hand touches your shoulder and you almost jump, but you don’t, only a shiver runs down on your spine. It’s Eddie’s hand on you. It’s warm and you can feel how strong, even if his touch is affectionate, when he squeezes your shoulder softly when he says, ’’I’m gonna take a shower. Can I use your shampoo?”
You nod in your textbook and you don’t dare to look up to Eddie or your friends. For a moment it felt like the whole world disappeared around you while Eddie’s hand was on you, but after he let it go you wake up and feel the heat around your face.
You don’t move or look up, until you hear the bathroom’s door voice as Eddie closes it behind him. You want to take a deep breath, but it’s stuck in your lungs when the girls lean closer and start to whispering, ’’What the hell was that?” and ’’Did you see the fact that the metalhead wants the chocolate girl?”
You roll your eyes sarcastically but your mouth twitches, ’’Eddie is just nice.”
’’Yeah, he would be so nice between your legs,” Beverly adds and Mia continues, ’’You know what the rumours say about the guys like Eddie?”
You furrow your brows at Mia, who smiles mischievous and shrugs. ’’They like it rough. Really rough.”
Beverly giggles and covers her mouth with her palm, ’’Now I see why he has handcuffs on his belt.”
’’It doesn’t mean anything,” you say, avoiding the fact that Beverly took a good look at Eddie’s belt.
Mia holds up her hands and shakes her head, ’’I don’t make the rules. I’m just saying the facts about the guys like Eddie. They like to bite if you know what I mean.”
Beverly snorts, ’’You sound like who has experiences with metalheads”. To your suprise, Mia nods and giggles. ’’I had a one-night-stand with a guy. He was creepy, because he wanted to biting my black ass and girls, that shit made him so hard. He fucked the life out of me and left me alone in the morning with bruises around my butt. He was a freak with a beautiful white cock.”
You and Beverly screaming with laughter, you bet Eddie hears your loud joy in the bathroom. As you calm down, you remember the first time you and Eddie met.
A few weeks ago int he kitchen Eddie extended his hand to you and he introduced himself as Eddie Munson. You looked into his dark eyes, as you told him your name - Bambi. He nodded and shaked your a hand a bit as he looked down on you. It was like he eating you with his eyes, which is not mean too good. He looked at you like a predator. A white-man predator who knows he will break you because of your dark skin. You’ve seen this look too many times, and it gave you anxiety as always.
Eddie smirked when he looked up into your eyes. ’’This name is fits to you, because you look at me like Bambi, when the hunter killed his mom. I won’t bite you, unless you ask for it.” He gave you a wink, what made your face burning. But thank God, he let go your hand.
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here some more eddie munson x black girlfriend core <3
if you don’t support eddie having a black girlfriend you’re racist :)
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The stages of dating ...... eddie munson[This is long]
[ I just think the song matches the vibe so I suggest listening ]
The meeting
:you had met eddie through the party because you were just like eleven but older and you understood the world more than her
:you had the same story plot as el because you escaped together
: you guys together were unstoppable so while you stay in Hawkins while the byers were in California you stayed with the wheelers
:befor you meet eddie you had a crush on Steve so it took a while for him to peek your liking
:people thought dnd was weird and you were one of the people
:so when most of the party met him you met him to
:so when lucas was busy with basketball mike ran to you so you can fill in
:[Mike out of breath] ed-eddie I found your sub for dnd
:"sup I'm y/n .... let's cut to the chase you obviously need me sooo in return I want my homework done for the rest of the week by you munson because I am supposed to be with nacy right know stuffing my face and binge watching horror movies so do I have my self a deal"?
Eddie:every day beside friday I have stuff to do
Yn: so deal ?
Him:.....deal
:it only took you a few minutes to learn because you scammed through your powers and got any information about dnd there is
:and ofcorse you won the game and that impressed him
The asking out
:he was formal ,came to you because you were friends so he wasn't so scared to ask you out
:so eddie asked you at lunch
"So y/n what about you and me Sunday at the movies "
Y/n:eddie who the fuck goes out on Sunday that's me day how about this Friday?
"Of course babe"
"Were not there yet munson "
:the date went great you both ate till you couldn't and laughed at the stupid movie that played
The dating
:hanging out in his trailer
: playing dnd together
:stealing his clothes
:getting a hell fire shirt
:you got to spend more time with Dustin and the boys and you got more closer to Erica
:using your powers for easy stuff
"Ed's I just read there mind and there definitely talking about us"
"Those ass holes"
:binge eating
:being lazy
:going to school and rocking your grades [with cheating of course]
:random drives at night and I love yous
:doing everything together
:him teaching you how to play guitar
:modeling for eachother
:showing him your powers
:random singing matches
:making mistakes for eachother
:laughing at each other
:being confident within eachother
Pictures and videos of you guys
You telling him his hair isn't all that
You being drunk at 2 in the morning and saying this
Playing a game of dnd
You after using your powers [Imagine your race and gender]
Id like to add one more stage .... grief
:you always thought why not you why did I not use my powers to save him then you realize el , Mike, hopper, max, Lucas, all of them... they all need you alive well.. you needed your eddie alive you were not even living when he dead
:the guilt took over you, you changed you weren't the same withought him
:you did the best you could for him trying to live life the way he would
:people say sooner or later it gets better it didn't kinda
:but your family and the people around you made life worth living again
:you would visit his grave and play the guitar for him
:you would tell him all the good and bad news
"Yeah and then they walked away like nothing happened "
: u tried to move on really
:but you did move on ... to steve
: you always felt bad like you shouldn't move on but then you would remember
A month ago...
"Hey y/n what would happen if you passed like would you want me to move on "
I think it depends..... on the person and how much you loved them I would want you to because you deserve happiness like I do so yes I would want you to because I would never want to see you hurt and not happy I'm not saying you have to or need to but you would know when the time is right
"Yeah I guess so y/n I would want you to move on to and if you do I hope they treat you good you deserve happiness so I would want you to move on "
And that's why I love you
"Come here gimme a kiss "
End of flashback
:know you remember why you loved
The " freak" eddie munson
"All my tears have been used up......... on another love "
And that is the start of the stages series
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Show you off Pt. 1
pairing: modern!Eddie x Sinclair sister
warning: breeding kink, unprotected sex, fingering(fem) receiving, masturbation, light angst, mentions of racist comments. A very horny Eddie Munson because that’s how much he loves his girl. Minors DNI
word count: 2k
a/n: HIIIIII MUTHA FUCKAS DID YOU MISS MEEE? (Lizzo voice)
Sometimes Eddie wonders how she got so lucky to be with someone like Devina Sinclair. Hawkins High School was anything but wonderful, especially for people like them. A Black girl, with a love for books and a nerdy chaotic metalhead. Eddie had no interest in books, unless it was fantasy, but more specifically The Hobbit. Devina had no interest in metal, maybe soft rock, or R&B; unlike most couples that had nothing in common, they were able to meet each other in the middle.
Eddie had taught Devina how to play guitar all summer long back in high school, the boys were getting jealous that he was spending more of his time with her, than with his actual band. “Well if you two had girlfriends, maybe you wouldn't have to wait for me all the time.” He would tease them, but he was right, the way Gareth and Jeff explained it, Eddie practically saved them from the vultures like some God in fifth grade. They had been stuck to his side ever since, eventually they went their separate ways after high school.
No matter how much she tried to coax him, Eddie still took no interest in books, but he loved it when she read to him. They’d lay in bed together, their bodies tangled, the curtains drawn, and her soft feminine voice lulled him to sleep like a baby every time. It was on a day like this when Eddie learned his baby could sing, and boy could she sing her ass off. Once she thought he was sleeping, her voice would shift into a hushed humming of whatever song popped into her head.
“When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye. You’re just like an angel, your skin makes me cry.” She sang quietly, while stroking Eddie’s hair, his eyes popped open, but he didnt move. Radiohead is one of his favorite bands, but he’s sure he hasn’t mentioned that before.
“Okay, two questions: 1. Who the hell taught you that song, and 2. When did you start singing? I need to know this information.” Eddie sat up from his spot between her thick thighs, suddenly he had the energy of a golden retriever.
“No one taught me that song, I’ve been a fan for a while, and I’ve alway been a singer…just in my own time. I thought you knew this?” Devina giggled when Eddie's eyes widened as large as plate saucers, his lips pulled back into a wide bright smile, and his brown eyes watched her with a mischievous look in them.
“No Eddie.” Devina began to pull away from him, but he wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into him closely so that she couldn't get away.
“Please Please Please come on stage tonight Vina. I want to show the world how amazing you are, you deserve it.” His voice lowered into a whisper, and his bottom lids brimmed with tears. He does this to her every time he has to ask her to do something she’ll most likely say no to. She doesn't cave in right away, after a while though she ends up saying yes.
He loves showing off his girl, any chance he gets Eddie brings her up in all of his interviews, or just regular conversation. When he does live shows she'd be standing directly in the front supporting him, and at the end of the shows Eddie would always shout her out. If he was more tech savvy he would probably post you all the time, but just watching you scroll through Instagram made him feel overwhelmed.
“Eddie dont give me that look, I’m sure your fans care nothing about me, they didn't pay to see me. They paid for Eddie Munson.” Devina groaned, some of his fans already gave her an ear full over social media. At one point it had gotten so bad that she had to just turn her comments off on all platforms. When you live in a bubble like Devina, one isn't quite aware of how shitty the world is until something happens directly to you.
“Babe, you know I don’t care what those people say, I love you.” Eddie proclaimed, he claimed on top of her, and held her arms above her head. His face leaned in closer to her, their lips grazing each other, she could smell the sweet scent of raspberries from the cheesecake they scarfed down a little over an hour ago.
“Yeah, but I care, Eddie, the things they say…they’re saying them to me, not you.” Devina argued, she knew he was hurt by some of the fans behavior, the way he saw it, Devina is an extension of him. However, there’s only so much of the insults that he could directly relate to, like the racist comments for example. She could recall a few times people have commented under her post with Eddie, calling her different variations of a “Fat monkey”, but she’s never told him about those.
“Baby girl…I know what it’s like to be bullied, the only reason why I wasn't thrown in trash cans in high school is because I hit a growth spurt by the time I reached 10th grade. That, and people thought I was using DnD to cast spells and summon the Devil. That’s not the point though.” Eddie took a breath, the warm air fanning out over Devina’s face, she remained quiet, he got deep in thought during conversations like this.
“For a while I’ve been letting you deal with these issues on your own, I guess I just didn't want to make you feel like I was babying you. But that’s about to change right now, you’re my girl, my love, my life. I guess what I’m saying is, I got your back Devina Sinclair. There is no way you’re going to be sitting back in my shadow when you’ve got your own sunshine. So please, please, pretty please, sing for me tonight.” Eddie begged, his hands slid down her arms to cup her round face, Devina brought her legs up to wrap around his waist.
“Only if you promise to be on stage with me?” she tried to bargain, though Eddie didn’t need much convincing from her, whatever Devina asked for the answer is always yes. Her hands slid underneath his undershirt, she lightly drug her nails down his stomach. He’s been in the gym a lot more than usual over the past few months, Devina is starting to notice how much more his muscles have become more defined. She’s not mad at it at all, she loved her DnD king either way.
“Sweetheart you could ask me to jump off a bridge and I do it, yes, I’ll be on stage with you.” Eddie moaned lightly as Devina's hands reached into his boxers, her hand wrapped around his thick shaft. Slowly she stroked him, Eddie trailed kisses from her lips, down her neck, and down between her breasts. He placed one hand next to her head to hold him up, and the other hand reached between her panties. Two of Eddie's fingers gently slipped into the warmth of her flower, which was already slick with her natural sap.
“Look at you, fucking perfect. And you’re all mine, isn't that right Devina.” Eddie cooed, his fingers slipped out, slipped over her clit, and back in one more time before he pulled himself out of his boxers.
“Fuck Eddie, yes I’m only yours.” She moaned as he slid into her slowly, Eddie fucking Munson, a monster of a dick if she did say so herself. He’s probably the biggest she’s ever had, and the best. Always so careful as to not hurt her, always knowing the right way to please her, he knew her body language like no other. The girth of him stretched her deliciously, he leaned back a little to get the right angle which had Devina’s back arching deeply. One leg at his side, and her other held in the air as Eddie gripped her ankle.
“That’s right baby, keep fucking squeezing me, I love it.” He moaned gruffly, nothing turned him on more than watching how Devina keeps herself healthy for him. Not that she was on a strenuous diet or anything, because he loved how soft, and plushy she is. But he knew that she liked to do a lot of self care, and beauty stuff. The bathroom is filled with fancy feminin hygiene products, and the fridge is packed with lots of fruits, and veggies. She keeps everything waxed, soft, and clean. His Devina is soft from the inside out, perfect, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.
“Devina sweetheart, this pussy is gonna kill me one of these days, you want me to come inside you baby? Say it out loud for me.”
“You know I want your cum baby, please, I love it when you fill me up.” The sound of her soft pleads, caressed Eddie's ears, and sent a shiver down his spine. There’s something so…mischievous about Devina, she has this side of her that is angelic, sweet. Then there are times she will say the nastiest things to him in private only to be heard by him. It drove him wild, the way she interacts with others, versus the way she interacted with him, it’s like she’s two different people.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, baby.” Eddie lowered himself onto her, the weight of him pressing Devina further into the bed, both her legs up over his shoulders, and their breathing escalated as he began to pound into Devina at a steady rhythm.
“Just like that baby, give me all that dick!” Devina shouted into Eddie's ear, he loved to hear her like this, not a single care in the world. Her words encouraged him further as he dug into her plush soft lips as far as he could go. Suddenly the thought of Devina with a large pregnant belly sparked in his mind, a sensation of butterflies rippling through his stomach brought him closer to an intense orgasam.
“Fuck Devina, I wanna give you every-fucking-thing. Can I do that, baby?” Eddie groaned, so close already, he couldn’t handle holding on any more. Her lips sucked gently on the base of her neck, and then trailed kissed up to his earlobe where she nibbled, flicked with her tongue.
“Give it to me baby.” Devina whispered lustfully, at the same time Eddie pulled all the way out to the tip, and thrusted back into her with all his might. His creamy hot load came spilling out into Devina, Their groans, and whines of pleasure mixed together as Eddie continued to pump in her, the gooey feeling becoming somewhat addicting. He had to do this again tonight, and the thought of it would never leave his mind until then.
The both of them laid there like that, arms, and legs tangled around each other. The air of their breathing, mixed with the scent of sex lingered in the room. Even when Eddie went soft again, they continued to lay like that until Devina had fallen asleep, and he really didn't want to wake her. After that they both needed a shower.
“You go first, if I go in with you this time, I won't make it to tonight's show.” Eddie chided, Davina giggled, kissed him on the lips, and rolled out of bed. Before she could get too far away, he turned over, and smacked her on the ass watching the way her cheeks jiggle. He ran his fingers through his curly hair getting turned on all over again, so he did what he always did when he got horny, and Devina wasn't around. He leaned back onto the bed, and wrapped his hand around himself, he closed his eyes imagining Devina on top of him with her round pillowy butt cheeks bouncing on him. He had endless lewd and explicit photos of Devina on his phone, but was too lazy to reach for it. Instead he reached for the pair of discarded cotton panties she just took off. A fresh musk scent left behind, and a tiny wet stain in the center.
“Shit this girl is gonna be the death of me.” Eddie moaned as he continued to stroke himself, though he wished this could last longer, he made quick work of it. After a few more pumps with his hand, Eddie is coming again into his hand, but it wasn't as quite exciting as coming into Devina.
“Alright rock star, showers all yours.” She appeared out of a haze of shower steam like a goddess, Eddie felt his dick jump, clearly it thought that they were going to get some more pussy. As much as he would like to comply, priorities must be at the top of the list. He sighed heavily, but still dragged himself out of bed, and got ready for his night.
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The Satanic Panic VI +18
Devil!Perv!Eddie Munson x Witch!Sinclair!Reader
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Summary: You’d gone out drinking at the bar with some friends which is fine for Eddie. That is, until he learns that you and Steve are hanging out together. Suddenly, he’s thinking maybe he should crash the party and teach you another lesson. Before that, a mysterious man approaches you alluring and angelic in nature.
Word Count: 4.4k+
A/N: It’s Part VI! Eddie’s going to get progressively meaner (and pervier 🤐) as the story goes because his devil components is slowly mixing into his personality. He’ll still be a cinnamon roll at times but he’s got a bite to ‘em. Plus the amazing hot ass smut with mean Eddie 🤤🤤 Enjoy!
Warnings: masturbation (f), mean!eddie, possessive!eddie, sexual tension, graphic language, blasphemy, religious themes, blood kink (dream sequence), oral (dream sequence), unprotected p in v sex (dream sequence), light choking (dream sequence), kissing (reality/dream sequence), reader x eddie x steve x peter (dream sequence)
VI. The 001: Archangel
Eddie rang your house phone several times. Each time was no answer. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions and let anxiety get the best of him but he couldn’t help it when it came to you. With you and Eddie’s plans to stop the angel bots, there were a lot risks including being caught early. He needed to know you were okay.
He ends up calling your parent’s house phone instead. It’s crazy especially since your parent’s still held some form of grudge for the trial but he didn’t care. When the phone did pick up, Eddie was pleased to know that it was your sister who’d picked up instead.
“Hey, Erica. Have you seen Ashley?”
“Ain’t ya’ll supposed to be attached the hip?”
Eddie figured you must of told her.
“She’s at the bar with friends.”
“Which one?”
“The Bazaar, I think.”
Eddie can feel himself becoming infuriated. He’d been worried when he hadn’t heard from you after his interview and you decide to go out for drinks without telling him. Why did he get the sudden feeling that you were with Steve?
After getting off the phone, Eddie got into his van and made his way to your destination. He didn’t want to ruin your night or anything. In fact, he wanted to have some fun, too. Although, your definition of fun was a lot different from his.
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The three of you were belting out the lyrics to Belinda Carlisle’s Heaven is A Place On Earth. The crowd cheering and singing along with you. It was the most fun you had in while and it felt good having female friends. It especially made you happy that Nancy and you decided to make up again.
After you were all done on stage, you girls talked and laughed amongst each until Robin took you and Nancy’s hand.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you guys.” She says very solemnly. “It’s been eating at me for so long. I’ve tried telling you guys so many times but I was afraid what you’d think. I’m ready to speak my truth.”
“We know that you like girls, Robin,” Nancy laughs before placing her hands on both sides of Robin’s face. “Those drinks affecting your memory?”
“No. It’s not that. I’m so gay there’s no way of denying it,” She laughs. “But no this is important and I need to say it or else I’ll put my foot in my mouth again and I’ll wallow in self pity for continuing to be dishonest to my girlfriends.”
She looks back at the table where the boys sat, making sure they weren’t an ear shot away. “I’m a witch.” Robin blurts out.
Your eyes widened.
“I know it’s crazy. You’re both probably looking at me like I need to end in an asylum. I get it. Who wouldn’t think that—”
“Robin, I’m a witch, too!” You blurted out, too.
“So am I.” Nancy says.
There’s a beat moment where you all just stare at each other before screaming so loud the boys looked over, confused.
“You bitches have been keeping this from me for so long.” You say, giggling.
“Oh, you’re one to talk.” Nancy smiles at you, arms crossed.
“You mean to tell me we could’ve been a badass witchy band the whole time? I feel like I’ve missed out on so much.” Robin shakes her head at the ridiculousness of it all.
“I can’t believe we grew up beside each other and we never once confessed.” Nancy says.
“I wanted to. So many times. But I didn’t want you or Jonathan to see me differently. By the way, does Jonathan know?” You questioned.
“Yes, he was freaked out at first but there are perks to having a witchy girlfriend. Bedroom wise, I mean.” A smirk creeping in on her face.
“You so nasty.” You teased.
Nancy looks over to Jonathan who’s downing his 5th drink. “One sec, gals. I have to stop this idiot from drinking anymore or he’ll end up doing karaoke, too.”
“Is that so bad?” You inquired.
“Yes.” Robin and Nancy say simultaneously.
Nancy excuses herself, leaving you and Robin to continue the conversation. You wanted to bring up so much but, for starters, she’s friends with Steve the Cult Leader. How on earth did that friendship begin?
“Hey, you and Steve being buds,” You try being subtle. “How’d that happen? Were you two, like, a part of a group or something?”
She laughs. “You’re trying to ask me if I’m a part of Steve’s batshit cult? I’m not. Me and Steve met at that god awful job, Scoops Ahoy. It was somewhere around the time you’d left for Louisiana for a few after graduation and I hadn’t gone to art school, yet. Thought he was a cool dude and we clicked. Didn’t know about cult thing until after? I thought it was a load of crap at first. Until he was alleged and then charged for influencing a group of hackers to leak the governor’s private emails. It was to blackmail him into making Lupercalia a recognized holiday in Indiana.”
“Whoa. The guy has passion. That’s for sure. What’s Lupercalia?”
“It’s like a celebration of bodily autonomy, sexual liberation and reproduction. Sometimes, it’s possible for it to end in one giant orgy.”
“I’m not sure if I should be aroused or disgusted by that fact.”
“It’s actually not so bad. You can meet some really cool peeps. But anyway, I wasn’t comfortable with Steve doing the organized crime thing just for the sake of Satanism. He’s changed, though. He’s staying out of trouble and using his charm for…somewhat good. He’s even planning something special for us witches. You’ll love it. Wanna join the gang? We could add some of our ideas for the event.”
“Yeah. Just give me a bit. I’m gonna get another drink at the bar.”
She nods before heading over to the table to meet the crew.
You sat, waiting patiently at the bar for the bartender to serve you. Then, all of a sudden, the air shifts around you. You whipped your head around searching for the presence that had sat right beside you.
He smiled, softly at you. He was tall, blonde, blue eyed and quite handsome. In an eerily otherworldly kind of way.
“Hi.” He’s the first to break your silent stares.
“Hey.” You said, shifting in your seat uncomfortably. Why did you suddenly feel nervous? But then you got your answer when he sat in the seat closest to you. His aura was intense! Not nearly as intense as Eddie’s who’s aura was so intense that sometimes you felt dizzy. But he was a pretty close runner up. Who is this guy?
“I saw you and friends performance some moments ago. You did wonderfully.” He spoke in polite way. Not like how people his age usually spoke. His voice, soothing and hypnotizing in tone.
“Thanks. It was just a spur of the moment kind of thing.”
“I’m Henry, by the way.” He holds out his hand.
You look down at his hand, hesitant to touch him while having the irrational fear that his overwhelming presence would drain you. Yet, you take his hand anyway.
“Ashley.”
“That’s a beautiful name. It’s actually quite rare nowadays. Like a diamond. It fits you.”
You look back at the group, noticing the girls watching and teasing playfully. Steve didn’t look to please, staring hard at the man.
“I’m sorry. Am I keeping you? I don’t want to interrupt your time with your friends.” He says following your gaze.
“No. It’s alright. I was just ordering a drink,” You point your head in the server’s direction. “Bartender’s pretty backed up. So, I could use the company.”
“Glad to be of service.” He playfully bows.
You notice a small tattoo on his wrist. 001. He see this and looks back up at you.
“Wanna know what it means?” He asks.
“Oh, you don’t have to if it’s personal. I’m sorry for staring so much.”
“It’s okay. I’d be happy to tell you. I understand that you’re a very perceptive person. So am I. There’s advantages to seeing things that others can’t. Like how I noticed that rune attached to the necklace you wear. It’s for protection. Am I correct?”
You touch a hand to your necklace. “Yeah, how’d ya know?”
“I dabbled in ancient language studies. My first impression of you is that you’re in touch with spirituality. It started off as a faint interest at first and then you fully committed to it.”
“You can tell all that just by looking at a necklace?”
He shrugs. “I don’t see much women buying expensive gemstones just for them not to commit.”
You nod. “You’re good.”
“I’ve had the time to practice.”
You didn’t expect for him to take your hand so your jolt at the sudden warm touch. He looks into your eyes for permission and somehow you allowed him. You blame your lack of sobriety. Taking your pointer finger, he gently brushes your finger up and down his wrist, letting you feel the tattoo.
“This is a symbol of unity and primacy. It means being one with family. I was lost before. Looking for meaning of everything. Hating the world around me. Then, She saved me and showed me the light. Now I am 001.”
Your eyes meet. “Ashley, are you looking to be saved?”
You opened your mouth to answer when Steve comes in and puts a hand over your shoulder. “Hey, Ash, everything alright here?”
Just as he asks this, the bartender hands you your drink.
“Everything’s fine. We were talking about spirituality,” You stood up from your seat holding out your hand for him to shake once again. “I’m sorry Henry. Looks like it’s my cue to join the group again. It was a great conversation, though. Really. Maybe we’ll see each other around sometime.”
“Yeah. Maybe,” Henry looks between the two of you, his stare lingering on Steve. He stands up. His attention is back on you. “I should be heading out. I have…work early in the morning. It was lovely meeting you, Ashley.”
He exits the bar. You face Steve, arms crossed.
“What?”
“You didn’t have to be so hostile.”
“Oh, like he wasn’t?”
“He was only matching your energy.”
“Maybe, I just don’t warm up to people that easily.”
You scoffed. “Oh, really, Mr. Cult Leader?”
The two laughed, joining everyone at the table. Steve brought up planning something called Hexennacht an occasion celebrating and honoring those who fell victim to superstition and pseudoscience, whether by witch hunt, Satanic panic, or other injustices.
“I’m thinking I’ll hold it just a week before Halloween. To peak the interests of the masses of course.” Steve says leaning back in his chair.
“Please don’t say ‘masses’ your beginning to sound like that kool-aid poisoning cult leader.” Robin says.
“Jim Jones?” Steve asks.
She groans. “Of course, you’d know that.”
The doors to the bar swings open, standing in the door was Eddie. He sport a leather jacket, his hair up in a bun, white shirt, blue jeans and looking like the metalhead version of James Dean. His eyes land on you, smiling wickedly and walking over to you. This can’t be good.
When he reaches the table he greets everyone, ignoring you at first. You rolled your eyes at childish behavior.
“Your majesty, can I just say that you crushed the interview today. You were incredible. Literal goosebumps.”
“I’m sorry. Did you say ‘your highness’?” Nancy says, moon-eyed.
“Oh, right, allow me to introduce you all to our Dark Lord.”
It felt like you were in another dimension because the next thing you knew, everyone was saying their graces to Eddie. “Oh, gosh, umm we’re so sorry for the formal greeting from before, Dark Lord.” Robin says.
You look over to Jonathan who was also saying his apologies. Did Eddie have an affect on humans, too? I mean, Steve is human but you understood he was different story. You’d assume that Jonathan would be the sane one. You watched the group in bewilderment seeing them go from drunken adults to loyal subjects.
“We, also, saw your interview, your highness.” Nancy says, pointing between her and her boyfriend.
“I missed the broadcast but if there’s a rerun I’ll could catch if it pleases you.” Robin adds.
Yeah, you’ve officially entered batshit crazy town.
“You guys, seriously don’t have to call me that. Eddie’s just fine. I’m just trying to hang out,” Eddie says, before looking down at you in your chair. “I’d like to hear you say it, though, Ash. Since, you haven’t given me a proper greeting.”
You swallow hard, trying to contain your anger. Why had he decided to do this now? “Sorry, my lord. It’s a pleasure to see you.”
“You’ve surrounded yourself with other men. Trying to get rid of my scent on you that quickly?” He smirks.
Your face grew hot, gauging your friends facial expressions and noticing them either quirking an eyebrow or shoot you teasing looks.
“Not trying. It’s effortless, actually.” You back talked. Why were you trying to be a brat knowing what it’d lead to?
“You guys, mind if I take Ashley for a private talk?”
“No not at all, Dar—Ed-die.” Robin says, nervously fumbling her words.
You give her a death glare. She shrugs, gritting her teeth in apology. Steve was, of course, amused by this. It was like he found joy in seeing Eddie use his authority over you. Did he know exactly what happens when you’re punished?
You stood up from your seat, following Eddie to the restroom hallways where it was more quiet.
“Hey, Eds, why are you being such a huge dick? You’re humiliating me in front of my friends.”
“What’d I do? They were the ones who made it weird. I just wanted to have a few drinks and talk shit. Be a regular guy.”
“That line about your smell on me. They probably think we’re fooling around. How’d you even get in the bar anyway? Drinking age is 21.”
“Will ya quit actin’ like you’re so much older than me? I’ll be 21 in another month. Relax. And it’s called the charm ability. I used it, they let me in.”
“How does that work?”
Your eyes locked and then it felt as if you were in a dream. You felt so overcome with the energy that you began to smile and giggle. “Anything for you, my king.”
What the fuck did he just do to you? Then, you’re snapped out of it, looking up at him confused.
“That was the charm.” He says.
“Please never do that to me again,” You think for a moment. This man probably used it on your friends. “Did you charm them, too?”
“Oh no, they were just that weird,” He nods in assurance. “Didn’t know witches and humans could get so horny for the devil.”
“They weren’t trying to suck up to you. They’re showing some respect. Who on this planet has ever consumed the devil energy and become him? That’s something you gotta pay your respects to.”
“And yet you continue to disrespect me.”
“I didn’t disrespect you. You’re the one being a jerk.”
“You didn’t tell me you were going out?”
“So that’s why you’re here? To clock my ever move.”
“No. I was worried that I hadn’t heard from you after my interview. I mean, there murderous angels going around town and we’ve just uncovered their plans. When I didn’t hear from you…I thought the worse. Then Erica tells me you’re at this bar.”
“You called my parent’s house?!”
“Yeah, so what. Are they really going to hold a grudge against me? I should be the one that’s angry. They were willing to throw me in to save your ass.”
You winced. He sees this and tones down his emotions, not wanting to make you feel terrible.
“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”
“No. You’re right. That was a really shitty thing my parents did. I’m so sorry,” You sighed. “I was going to call you but I thought you could use the break. That interview…when you said you’d thought about it being you instead of Chrissy…that was really intense. I didn’t know you felt that way.”
“It’s nothing. Those feelings were something that I at that time. I’m fine.”
You send him an unconvinced look.
“I mean it.”
“Okay, I guess I’ll just wait ‘til your comfortable.” You say, still in denial of his indifference. “Let’s go back to them. Please. Or they’ll think we went off to have sex?”
“Is that wrong?” Oh god, he was closer to you again. You could hardly breathe in his gaze.
“Yes. Because we’re not.”
“Maybe we should.”
“E-eddie. You don’t know what your saying right now.”
“Yeah, I do,” He breathes in your scent up your neck, lips now by your ear. “You can’t get rid of your ache for me no matter how many men you surround yourself with. I saw how wet I made you during your punishment. You love the pain.”
“No.”
“Don’t try to deny it, Ash. I can smell how aroused you get whenever I touch you.” He emphasizes the word “touch” by grasping your neck, you whimper in response.
He looks you in your half-lidded eyes, the gap between his lips and yours barely there.
“Kiss me, Ash. I wanna know how much you want me.”
It was like gravitational force and the smell of his spicy cologne and minty breath made you filled with need. You tilt your head up inching your lips closer to meet his. It was so close, you could practically taste him.
Then…he pulls away. Your eyes were the size of saucers, blinking at him.
“I just wanted to know that you’d do it. Good to know that you would. Anyway, let’s go to the group. Don’t want them to think we’re having sex, right?” He echos back to you, flashing that maddening smile.
The rest of the night everyone had a great time catching up and getting to know one another. You hadn’t expected the group to get along so well but it made sense. For the humans that look on the outside of your group, you were all just regular young adults having a wholesome good time. In reality, you were planning to fight off creatures that risk plenty of lives in Hawkins.
You hadn’t imagine your year leading like this or any of these people who you’ve come to know to be involved in such a supernatural event. Yet, here you were. It was kind of exhilarating to know that in someway you’d found your coven after all.
——
Everyone went their separate ways, making plans to meet up again. Steve decided to take you home. Offering because you lived closer compared to Eddie. Eddie was not amused but he let Steve make this gesture finding some kind of twisted fun in fighting over you with him.
You didn’t want to leave your car at the bar but Steve vowed to help you pick it up tomorrow.
“Maybe next time, you and I could carpool. You sure could handle your liquor, although I think you’ve reached your limit.”
“I needed the some fun in my life.” You shrugged, your words slurring. He laughs at this.
“Well, you’ve always got me if you ever need to drink so much that you can’t drive.”
“Hey, what’s up with you and Eddie? And what’s your deal with me?” You blurt out. You were a drunk mess. You wanted to shut up to keep from saying stupid things but alcohol gave you loose lips.
“What do you mean?”
“It feels like you hate me *hiccup* ya know. Somehow, I’m always getting in trouble *hiccup* being around you. Eddie gets mad and you laugh.” A. Drunken. Mess.
He laughs again.
“See there ya go.”
“I don’t know I’m just amused by you. I find Eddie’s fascination with you interesting. I could see the appeal, though. Beautiful, smart, funny. I like being around you. Eddie thinks he finds it infuriating, us being together, but he likes the challenge. I do, too.”
“Oh, so I’m just some conquest you both are trying to explore. Fuck off.” You grumbled, squishing your cheek against the passenger window.
He darts his eyes between you and the road. “Hey, it’s not like that. I just notice that he really likes you. I really like you, too. Maybe we are sleezy for being competitive but at least it’s competing for your heart. Although, it looks like Eddie’s got the moves can’t deny that. I’ll accept the outcome either way it comes but I have a feeling I know who your heart belongs to.”
He parks in front of your home, shutting of his car engine and turns to face you. “Eddie’s got you bad.”
“My heart…belongs to me. No one else,” You answered, defensively. You bring your face practically an inch away from him.“Besides you and Eddie don’t get to control who I want. I decide. I think I’d want you. Or maybe tomorrow, I’d want Eddie. Or no one at all. I make my own decisions. Like right now, I think I’ll do this.”
You yank Steve by his shirt with your two hands and plant a kiss on his lips. He’s stunned at first, eyes open during the kiss before melting into it and moving his lips against yours.
You pull away, quickly. Fuck! Curse your intoxicated, horny mind. “I’ve gotta go.”
You hopped out of his car, he follows after you. “Hey, Ash, I didn’t mean to make it so awkward. I really wasn’t trying to start anything.”
“It’s okay,” You turned to face him, your hand now on your door knob. “I’m just really confused right now. I’m so confused. Goodnight.” You don’t wait to hear him protest anymore, opening the door and shutting it behind you. You slid down, falling to the floor.
“What the fuck did I just do?” You ask yourself.
——
Your mind reflected back to Eddie touching you and your kiss with Steve. You knew it was wrong to think that way about them but it was only a harmless fantasy.
After changing out of your clothes, you hopped into the shower. You let your mind run wild thinking about them, running your hands down your body. You reach your clit rubbing, remembering how Eddie whispered in your ear asking you to kiss him. What little you got to feel, you appreciated it. His lips felt so soft and the sweet minty taste on his lip…heaven.
Then there was Steve’s actually lips on your. You’d craved the kind of intimacy for so long, having been celibate for 2 whole years. You’d sworn off men for awhile after your last boyfriend dumped you. Yet, when your lips touched Steve’s a side of you that you’ve locked away returned in spirit in that car. If you hadn’t pulled away, you were seconds from riding him. Tired of being teased constantly by Eddie especially. You craved to be taken but you won’t give in easily to their advances. You weren’t some kind of game to be played.
So why did you allow yourself the time to imagine what it’s be like to have them both?
You close your eyes, a pair of hands wrapping around your throat and kissing your neck gently. It felt so real. Opening your eyes once again, you see Steve standing behind you, choking you from behind whisper sweet nothings.
You groan, melting into his touch and grinding your hips up when you felt the cool feel of a tongue against your clit. Steve releases you, allowing you to look down while he continued to kiss and hold you against him. Looking down, Eddie was looking up at you, devouring your pussy like a feast. A ringed hand wrapped around your thigh bringing it over his shoulder for better access.
“Fuck yes.” You mewled, tugging on Eddie’s hair. It’s so soft and airy in your hands. You wanted to run your hands through them forever. You stare into his pitch black eyes. He looked like a demon but it was so fucking hot.
Steve turns your head to the side, kissing you. You kiss him back, adding tongue to give him a proper kiss this time.
Eddie stands turning you around so that your back faced him and that Steve stood right in front of you. He spreads your legs apart. You can feel how huge he is against you. Remembering back to the night where you felt his erection against your tummy. He thrusts into you with no warning. You gasp falling forward into Steve’s arms who shushes you as you took Eddie’s thrusts into your wet heat over and over.
Eddie grunts behind you like a mad man and you’re panting, slightly bent over. Steve tilts your head up to kiss you again. Your lips knocking into each other caused by the force of Eddie’s strokes.
You were going to cum soon and Steve sees this, bringing his body flushed to yours so that you were sandwiched between their body. The shower water running over your bodies. Steve brings a hand down to your clit, burying his head on your neck and rubbing faster at your sensitive bud.
“I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna—-” Squeezing your eyes shut, you cry out gushing over Eddie’s cock and Steve’s hand. Your juices running down your thigh. When you open your eyes once again, you wanted to scream but no sound would come out. Instead of Eddie behind you, it was some beast man with an ox looking head. The devil. You pull away from him, bumping into Steve only instead of it being Steve…it was Henry, who’s hands were covered in blood. Your blood.
He licks each digit making an erotic show of it. You look down between your thighs, seeing the blood leaking down your thighs. You hyperventilate before you have time to process the situation. Henry pushes you against the tile wall, placing a bloody hand on your thigh.
“Join me.” He whispers, the devil standing right behind him.
You clutch the rune around your neck and chant a spirit warding spell.
Then, there a light. It’s morning and you wake up to find yourself in your bed dressed in your white nightgown. It was all a dream.
You sigh in relief, trying to figure out exactly what had happened and if this were a future vision gift you’ve received.
Your dress rides up and you can see a bloody patch on the hip side of your dress. Yanking your dress up on the side like ripping off a bandaid, you inspect your thigh. A bloodied handprint.
Your phone rings and you go to answer it, still shaken from the night’s events. “Hello.”
Eddie is on the other line. “Ash…they’ve found another body.”
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I know you guys have been waiting for this........
Dating eddie Munson would include
:watching him play guitar
:joining hellfire club just for him
:being besties with Dustin
:he definitely chose you over Christy
:steve is like a brother to you
:you not doing cheer but is kinda popular
:going to school together
:helping him fix his trailer
:always messing with his hair
:helping him with the kids
:laughing when Erica put him in his place
:he is not the freak people says he is
:you love him with your all
:"let me into your heart"
:teaching him how to dance
Imagine your gender
I'm sorry for this but
:when you start to go crazy like Christy he gets really scared
"Y/n wake up I don't like this y/n waaaaake up hello? Time to wake up time to wake y/n please wake up can u hear me wake up y/n"
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Ummm I know people generally pair Eddie Munson with Chrissy Cunningham, which I'm cool with, they were cute together in the show.
But is there any Eddie/Black!Reader or Black!OFC out there? Point me to it!
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baby girl..sum about Eddie with a black woman and Bryson Tiller … just hits sum right 😌🤎 that interracial love 
(not erica obv.)
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Can you write something about Eddie making the reader "take it"
One of Eddie's hands held onto your hip, bruisingly, while the other kept your head pressed into the mattress. You drooled into the sheets and sobbed as he pounded mercilessly into you. It was your idea for him to give you his all but now, you weren't sure how much more your pussy could take. "Eds, can't," you whimpered. He chuckled darkly, and clamped his hand your mouth. "Take it. I know you can." He grabbed your wrists and held them tightly behind you, still brutalizing your pussy. Now, you were truly going to have to take it.
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SEND A DOVE
notes: instead of the constant use of y/n reader is affectionately nicknamed “nessie”
warnings: angst! disheartening mentions of death in detail, blood, heavy emotions in detail such as sadness, anger. Drug use & cursing. Excessive use of flashbacks which are characterized by bold and italic font together in small characters like it’s use in this description.
you stalked into the cafeteria, a pile of fuzzy matted curls, ripped and tattered jeans and an oversized half denim, half leather jacket, it was his. You wore it with pride, assembling it as armor. your black vans barely stepped over the tile, your laces flopped with every step. You hadn’t bother to tie them, you could fall splat in the middle of the floor but The only thing keeping you upright was the mission you had in mind, find Dustin Henderson. You could feel eyes, whispers hushed at your arrival further into the crowded space. they were quiet but not enough for you to miss their words
“what is she doing here?”
“freak girl.”
“She has a lot of nerve.”
“She should be in jail.”
“Nessie?”
“You’re scared of the-“ a fit of laughter cut him short, his long nest of brunette curls falling forward over his face as he doubled over, he couldn’t even repeat it back to you. The amusement of it only pulling laughs. you narrowed your eyes at the sight,“It’s not funny!” Launching your left arm at him, you land a blow at his right shoulder which only deepened his laughter, causing his upper body to fall into that direction dramatically. He landed on his forearm which propped him up
“it’s Litearlly a monster in a lake!”
“ Which we reside at currently!”
You defended, your right arm flinging through the humid air emphasizing your current scenery of lover lakes he was starting to wheeze, you noticed his right arm draping over his stomach clutching his gut his head getting closer to the left side of the truck. “The..Locknest monster.” He stated matter of factily, resting his head on the steel wall haulting his hearty laughter momentarily to suck in a breath. The statement hung in the air for a lone second before his laughter started again, he was shaking the van from his theatrics, his lanky pale legs swinging off the edge and his right thigh knocking into yours. you were starkly embarrassed, dragging another pull from the joint in your hand, You blew smoke at him as another defense against your very real fear. It stopped his laughter again, and he lifted his head, his eyes still shut and creased from the lingering smile he held. He embraced the scent of purple haze, The sentiment you made to attack him with the burning fog failing, as it dissipated past him into the humid air. You pouted, he flickered his eyes open the amusement in his deep brown irises illuminating under the dim light, of the moon. “oh Nessie.” To that you scrunched your eyebrows, your face contouring into disgust at the horrid name he referenced as you. “What?” “Nessie” he repeated in a sing song voice, dragging out the e for a dramatic effect. “No, stop.” You shook your head, raising the joint again. “okay.” He obliged. reaching over, to your hands which slowly lowered after another pull from your lips. His pale ringed fingers in your view, taking the barrier between your hands and his neck. You followed his hands, watching him take his own pull, his eyes never left you. another plan of yours failing, your rigidness melting at the sight of his cheeky smile, you couldn’t kill him. He was too cute to kill. He saw you softening, each pull and blow from his lips you were putty in his hands. He leaned closer, closing the space he made in his fit of laughter. He kissed you, his pouty lips colliding with yours in a short but sweet peck. His taste of bud light bitter on your tongue as you licked the remnants of him away, hungrily. he lingered inches away, the tip of his nose brushing yours. “I love you.” his whisper hot on your Cupid’s bow. a sinister smile creeping on his face “Ed-“ “Nessie.” He finished, the last nail in the coffin. You groaned into the night, pushing him on his chest away from you, another laugh tickling through his throat.
“Nessie..”
Snatching your attention from your thoughts, a hazy view of Dustin appeared in front of you revealing the true voice behind that name, his expression was lost. Eyes holding sorrow, as he looked at the mess you are, you hadn’t realized you were crying until his stubby thumb swiped your cheek to catch a discarded tear. for a moment, and only that you allowed him to comfort you. until the snatch of your body from his grasp, ripped the moment away. “No.” his expression faltered, his blue eyes tracing your face trying to read your emotions. His face was scrunched, cheeks a light pink from flush. He was confused..and hurt. Hurt? He..was hurt? He didn’t know what hurt felt like.
“Damn you Henderson.”
the bite of your voice caused his expression to coil “Nessie not here.” he whispered trying his best to conceal against the watchful eyes.
“Fuck them!”
your voice was loud enough to cut through the conversations around, drawing more attention to you. Dustin grabbed your arm, you fought against and he grabbed again with more force “come on!” He reluctantly pulled you back the way you came, holding you like toddler in a tantrum. the force you pushed against his grasp, was causing him to drag you forward. your eyes danced around the room, catching robin in a laugh with a red head, smearing peanut butter on a piece of bread. when her glare caught yours you shot your unoccupied hand at her your middle finger shooting in the air, wiping the joy from her face, as Dustin pushed on the double towards of the exit and tugged you through.
“Nessie what the hell?” he let his voice elevate in volume when you stepped into the vacant hallway, releasing his hold on your arm you rolled your eyes,
“fuck you.”
Your rage was stirring, his cheeks flushed pink “fuck me?” He didn’t understand
“Nessie I know you’re hurt-“ his voice was soft, attempting to wrap around you like a blanket wanting to warm all of your coldness away, but all it did was light a fire for the feeling to bubble
“You don’t know shit!”
“None of you do..”
you could feel them, the little tears stabbing at your cheeks like glass, breaking into shards down your face
“Why are you here?”
“Nessie it’s our to-“
you shoved his words back in continuing on your rampage
“they hate him!”
“It took two days for all of you to forget the people in this town never cared..”
“to forget him..”
his face hardened
“you think I forgot him?”
“Everybody did!”
“All of you act like he didn’t die, you make peanut butter sandwiches for these people while the news slander his name..”
“where’s Sinclair? Wheeler?-“
“Max is in the hospit-“
It boiled over
“Fuck max!”
Your hand collied with the locker to your left, your rage denting the steel. Dustin’s face broke, he couldn’t believe what was playing out before him “she’s living..and he’s-“
“Dead.”
He finished, just as coldly as you
“I was there remember?”
His voice cracked, but the heat you felt was increasing, piercing through your core too heavily to care, you wanted him to feel it. Wanted them all to feel it, wanted it to spread from your frame into the whole town and burn it to ash.
“We all were.”
Another voice cut through your conversation, Dustin eyes fluttering pass you to the left at the double doors you had just ventured through. You followed his eyes, Steve Harrington. And of course, robin stuck by his side. Her eyes were weary on your face, Steves was hard
“we understa-“
you laughed, a burn in your throat “understand?” the taste was bitter on your tongue,
he was quiet
“understand what? That he can’t graduate? Understand that he died for a stupid town that still blames him for everything? understand that you all let him fight a battle that wasn’t his?..”
you knew the blame wasn’t there’s to take, Eddie was stubborn. And whatever he had in his head that night, you knew no one could ever change. But that didn’t matter.
“Understand!”
silence,
“seems to me I’m the only one who really does.”
before you could gain a response, you were moving, black vans moving so fast you thought you would fall. past the trio, who you knew followed you with eyes but dared to move towards you.
Headed to the only place that made you feel safe,
Eddie’s
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A/N: now I won’t lie this was way far from being finished, but due to length and the fact I finally have downtime to write I figured I’d get out of my own head and give you guys a piece of my madness. Please note also, this draft is OLD I started writing thing right after the release of s4 I was afraid it’d never see the day of light, and also that no one would be interested but hey! You’re here :) thank you
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part two shall be coming soon and then to the good stuff ;)
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Eddie Munson x black girlfriend <3
(i made these gifs coloring be proud of me)
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EDDIE MUNSON WEEK:
Day three, graduation/ the freak or high school AU
This is my take on the whole Eddie being with a cheerleader.
TITLE: Bring It On
SUMMARY: Jensen tries out for the Hawkins cheer squad, much to Eddie’s horror.
PAIRING: Eddie x OFC
WORD COUNT: 9k
WARNINGS: 18+, underage drinking, smut, Eddie has a thigh fetish, cursing
I apologized if the smut is terrible. Hopefully, I caught most of the spelling errors!
Writing Links: Stranger Things Masterlist
It seemed Hawkins was going through an intense heat wave. Despite sitting in front of a fan, going to the pool, and heck, even taking a dip in Lover’s Lake could not bring any reprieve from the brutal heat of the sun. Eddie was fully convinced that it was the heat that had the words coming out of his best friend’s mouth.
They had decided to sweat it out in his trailer, clad in the simplest clothes. And as much as he loved his long hair, it was sort of becoming a nuisance. Jensen had offered her braiding skills. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but the feeling of Jensen parting his hair so gently and the way her fingers scratched his scalp felt really good. The bonus was in this heat wave he won’t have to worry about his hair for a couple of days as well as she works on giving him two French braids.
Eddie knew he got extremely lucky with his friendship with Jensen Thomas.
She had moved to town in January of this year and he had the added advantage of being her neighbor. That also meant he could be on the welcoming committee as well. She had moved in from Indianapolis with her dad.
Jensen was a different breed than all the girls that infested Hawkins. Eddie could admit Hawkins was homogenous. Anything that was a little outside of the normally repressed WASP suit with its nuclear family and a white picket fence was considered the devil’s work. Or “a freak” as they have labeled him along with his Hellfire club.
Jensen had curly brown hair streaked with vibrant pink, purple, and blue strands. Her skin, usually a tawny beige color, which was a vast contrast to his and 99.9% of the population's white skin, stood out. Now, her skin was turning to a brown-red terra cotta or maybe a smooth ochre darkened from the sun. He felt depending on the colors she wore would highlight the deep bronze of her skin. And her deep brown eyes he wanted to plant himself in her deep gazes.
But she was different and beautiful. She made him almost grateful that he had to repeat senior year, especially now with the words that had tumbled out of her mouth, which had him questioning his sanity.
“Cheerleading?” Eddie repeated as the word tasted foul on his tongue. “Of all things, Cheerleading! Just join Hellfire, officially, if you’re bored.”
He had yet been able to convince Jensen to actually join a D&D campaign officially. Despite boasting that he was the best Dungeon Master she could ever have the honor of learning under, it had only rewarded him with a smirk and a pat on the head as she declared she would rather watch than play.
He didn’t need to be looking at her to know she rolled her eyes. “This place has no gymnastic team, Eddie. Rolling dice isn’t exactly going to keep me nice and limber.”
Eddie's heart raced. If she got on the cheerleading team, it meant her possibly leaving the lunch table. She would have to attend those stupid sports games and associate with people who were the bane of his existence. Oh god, what if a jock tried to make a move on her?
Eddie’s head snapped back by Jensen’s grip. He met the somber gaze of Jensen as she pulled him back by his hair.
“Don’t be overdramatic, please.”
He groaned as her full and supple lips formed a pout. He was a goner, and they both knew it.
“No promises.”
Jensen rolled her eyes as she pulled his head back to the position she needed it in as she finished his braids.
Eddie sighed as he felt his world was about to turn upside down.
Eddie felt like the tryouts had come too quickly for his liking. In between his band’s practice and gigs and D&D campaigns, she subjected him to many cheers and dances. He thought at this point he could audition to wave chopped-up plastic bags around. It was with dread that he realized his friend was serious about this endeavor.
And he was going to be a supportive friend. After all, she has come to every Corroded Coffin gig at the Hideout, listened to all his rants on D&D, and she even designed a new Hellfire shirt for this upcoming school year.
It was a no-brainer that he would give her a ride to the tryouts. He ignored the fact he was willingly driving to Hawkins High in the middle of summer, not for school, but he frowned at all the cars that filled the parking lot.
It’s all green, yellow, and hair neat and clean. The total opposite of his green and white dented van, curly hair, and ripped jeans. It was weird that they considered him a cult leader.
“You can stay in the van.”
Eddie whipped his head over to look at Jensen, who was eying him apprehensively. He gave her a soft smile. “Just give me a minute.”
Jensen didn’t question him. She only nodded her head as she hopped out of the van. She looked back at him and he gave her a wave that seemed to settle something in her. Eddie rested his head against the steering wheel. Christ, he was 19, and he was on the verge of insanity because his friend wanted to be a cheerleader.
Eddie sighed as he stepped out of the driver’s seat and grabbed his pack of cigarettes. The nicotine flooding his system made him happy. He debated on if he should stay in his van, but he knew he wouldn’t. He would suffer in watching them wave plastic bags around as his brain matter leaked out of his ears.
He finished his cigarette quickly and flicked it out of his fingers tips since Jensen wasn’t here to scold him for littering.
He leisurely made his trek to the track field where there was a group of girls in their athletic best waiting to try out. He made his way to the bleachers, and he froze as his boots hitting the metal made a loud bang, causing all eyes to fly towards him.
He looked at the group of girls glaring at him for interrupting whatever speech was being said. Except there was a pair of deep eyes that reminded him of syrup looking at him and he was drowning as he watched a smile bloom across her face.
Eddie watched impressed as Jensen worked through the tryouts and all the challenges those girls were throwing at her. He was like a proud mom as he mouthed the routine with her and did small mimicking movements of the familiar Hawkins cheers he heard for the past five years. Yet, when she did her freestyle, he didn’t care about the attention he drew himself as he cheered and clapped loudly for Jensen.
“Hey, Freak!”
Eddie eyed Jason Carver and his bandit of idiots standing at the bottom of the bleachers.
His eyes caught Jensen’s, who had her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. He threw her a quick smirk as he gave Jason a blinding smile.
“Who have I pissed off to earn the displeasure of your company?” Eddie replied from his place. His eyes gleamed as Jason’s chest puffed underneath his Hawkins gray t-shirt.
“What are you even doing here?”
Eddie eyed the boy. “Minding my business.” Eddie plopped back down on the metal bench. “Is there a purpose you’re over here because I’ll have you know I charge by the hour?” Eddie threw in a wink for good measure and watched as Jason’s face turned an interesting shade of red.
Jason and his cronies left him alone, and Eddie turned his attention back to Jensen. Her eyes were full of questions. He rewarded her with some devil horns with his fingers and stuck his tongue out. He could hear her laughter from the bench.
Jensen was bursting with energy as the tryouts were over. Eddie watched as she practically skipped to the car. “You want some burgers?”
“Well, if you are offering,” Jensen replied with that sweet smile of hers. “Eddie Munson, my personal sugar daddy.”
Eddie snorted. “Maybe we will have to put those cheerleading skills to use then.”
“People do have fetishes for girls wearing the cheerleading skirt.” Jensen stood in front of his van and posed like a pin-up girl. “How much do you think I could make in an hour?”
Eddie paused as he eyed Jensen’s frame. She wasn’t stick thin like most of the girls. She had curves and his favorite features were her ass and thighs. Jesus, Eddie needed to get a grip. Her thighs were exposed in that stupid skirt were about to be his most beautiful nightmare. After all, when did he develop those feelings for Jensen?
Jensen made the squad, which wasn’t surprising to Eddie. He thought the squad would have been stupid to not have her. Yet, now her free time was taken up by cheerleading and their stupid fundraising. He was sure that if he didn’t live next door to her, he wouldn’t see her as much. Maybe he was being a tad dramatic, considering he was in a band and played D&D. He was just used to Jensen tagging along and being there.
It was Monday afternoon and the boys just got done practicing their gig for Tuesday night at the Hideout. With Jensen going to be gone for most of the day, he had offered to take them to get burgers and then go rent a movie.
They were passing downtown when they came across a display of balloons and a wet street. Eddie frowned as he looked at the gaggle of girls in their bright, colorful swimsuits.
“Holy shit! Is that Jensen!” Gareth exclaims with his face practically plastered to the window.
Eddie’s foot pressed on the brake and had his van screeching as he caught Jensen in her two-piece that was black with multi-colored frogs on it. He was at least thankful that she was wearing a pair of jean shorts. Yet, he didn’t know she even owed a pair of daisy dukes.
Jensen had her hair in two French braids similar to the style she gave him weeks before. She was laughing at something Chrissy said. Her skin was wet and glistening. Either way, he didn’t know why he felt her swimming suit was more scandalous and dangerous to his libido when they both jumped into Lover’s Lake only in their underwear.
Eddie smacked the back of Gareth and Jeff's heads. “Avert your eyes.”
“Come on, man, it ain’t like we are the only one looking,” Gareth replied as he rubbed his head.
“Besides, have you to admit that Jensen is hot as fuck?” Jeff added.
“Whoa!” Eddie yelled as he glared at his two friends. “Way out of line.”
Gareth snorted. “Just because we are all friends. We aren’t blind, Eddie. I think the only reason people haven’t tried anything is because of you. But if she is now a cheerleader…”
“Now what,” Eddie pressed.
“...its like open season with those jocks,” Gareth answered.
Eddie shook his head. Jensen wasn’t like that. She wouldn’t date the likes of Jason Carver and his band of idiots. She wouldn’t replace him with them.
Eddie turned his gaze back to the burning asphalt and soapy cars.
It convinced Eddie that cheerleading was the real cult.
“You’re not even listening to me.”
Eddie’s brown eyes bore into Jensen’s, who was lounging across his bed. They both had nothing to do for the day for once. They had the trailer to themselves. He was moving between plotting a new D&D campaign and plucking the strings on his guitars. She was flipping through a magazine, which was new for her. And from the quick flash he saw of it, it looked to be Cosmo.
“What?” He said gruffly as his fingers tapped against his D&D binder.
“Wayne said you’ve been moody for the past few weeks.”
“What?”
“Edward.”
“When you even talk to Wayne?”
“Today. I see him as much as you see him, Eddie.”
“Hmm,” Eddie replied.
He didn’t see it coming when his binder was snatched from his lap.
“Hey!” He shouted as she placed the binder underneath her. Eddie immediately lunged after her, but her knees come up. He grabbed her ankles and yanked her down.
“Ahh!”
He smiled as the binder was visible. However, he underestimated she was a gymnast as her legs wrapped themselves tightly around his waist. He made an oomph sound as he toppled over. He caught himself with his forearms and he peered down at her.
“What is up with you?” She asked.
“Nothing.”
“Edward.”
“I’m being serious, nothing,” he reiterated.
“And I’m the Queen of England,” Jensen retorted.
Eddie rolled his eyes, and he looked down at Jensen, who still had a vice grip on him with her legs. “You know, the last time a girl had me like this, my bed got lovely decorations.”
“Ugh, gross Eddie.”
Eddie cackled as she released him and he plopped down on the bed beside her, causing her to jiggle a bit.
Jensen turned, so she was on her side as she peered at him. “We need to go school shopping.”
Eddie made a disgusted face that caused Jensen to laugh. She moved over so her chin was resting on his chest. “You are going to graduate this year, Eddie.”
“You still sitting at the table?”
“What in the hell type of question is that?” Jensen asked, offended. “Of course I am.” Jensen sat up and ruffled his hair, causing him to slap her hands away. “Don’t be silly, Eds.”
She leaned over and grabbed the magazine she was looking at. She threw it on his chest and he realized it wasn’t Cosmo she was looking at, but the local ads.
“What color bookbag do you want this year?”
He didn’t know what it was about this moment as he looked at Jensen and watched as she grabbed his guitar. Her fingers played a very choppy rendition of “Cherry Bomb” that should embarrass them both, considering how many times he had tried to teach her the basics.
He watched as she mimicked the stage presence of Joan Jett and gave him a blinding smile.
Damn, he had a crush on his best friend.
Jensen had only been half-serious when she told Eddie about trying out for cheerleading. It had surprised her he didn’t insist he needed to perform an exorcism right then and there. She was serious when she told him she needed some physical activity. She missed the routine of gymnastics. God, she missed having sore muscles and the stupid leotards.
Jensen longed for the camaraderie between her and her teammates. Then she felt guilty, as Eddie was her best friend and he more than made up for the things she missed. He had easily welcomed her to the fold. He had been the best welcoming committee anyone could have asked her. It was a shame and pity how people in town treated him.
It baffled her that Eddie was considered scandalous for liking heavy metal and D&D when it was normal and accepted in the more urban areas of states. Still, Eddie was the bright spot in her life and she hoped to never lose his friendship.
She knew he was having a hard time with her being a cheerleader now. She wished she could say that it was utterly miserable. Yet, it wasn’t. The girls said nothing to her face nasty. She was under no illusion that they never said anything bad about Eddie or her. They were nice to her face, especially since she brought skill to their routine. Still, just being a cheerleader brought her teetering on the edge of moving up on the social ladder that she and Eddie both despised.
Yet, she was surprised she had convinced him to come to a sports game. As a cheerleader, it was mandated to cheer for both the football and basketball teams. Football in the fall and basketball in the spring.
Jensen was nervous. Her fingers gripped the edge of her green skirt. She turned into the mirror and admired her body. Luckily the Spanx provided the coverage she needed not to flash everyone. She grabbed her pompoms and found Eddie and her dad talking.
The two immediately stop talking. A weird feeling settled in her tummy as Eddie's eyes do a once-over and linger on her legs before they snapped to her face when her dad coughed.
A fire burned in Eddie's cheek that stayed the rest of the night.
"I don't get it," Eddie muttered as they pulled out of the school's parking lot.
"I think they could say the same for people who play D&D, Eds," Jensen added as she buckled herself in. It had surprised her to find that Eddie stayed sat on the bleachers and didn't escape to smoke a joint at his selling point.
She watched as he sat on the bleacher chewing his thumbs and hair. He seemed to pay attention to the game, which garner his confusion about how people were investing in people cheering for someone to run across a field.
"Thanks for coming, Eddie."
Eddie peered at her through his growing bangs. "You don't have to thank me. You know I need to support my girl."
Her cheeks warmed at his words. The smile was instant on her lips. She leaned over and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.
The van served a bit and his brown eyes were as wide as he eyed her. "What was that for?"
Jensen shrugged her shoulders. "Just cuz."
Affection between them wasn’t uncommon. She was used to Eddie wrapping her in tight hugs. He loved squeezing her cheeks, making her lips pucker. If they were lounging on the couch since she had curly hair, he couldn’t exactly run his fingers through it. He would run his fingertips along her hairline.
She was the type to lie on top of him if he was lounging on his stomach. She loved playing with his hands, twisting the rings on his fingers that decorated them. If he was seated, she had no problem wrapping herself around his shoulders or across his lap.
Yet, kisses were rare. Eddie would playfully kiss her hand and that was usually it.
Now, though, she wondered what it would feel like to kiss Eddie. If he liked to tease and nibble on lips. The taste of him in her mouth. Most likely, there would be the lingering taste of beer. Nicotine would stain his tongue. If he would kiss her, would it be as if he was starving for breath for her? Or would he tame the urge to be consumed by her - them?
But Eddie was her best friend. She knew there was no use in having thoughts like that.
Thankfully, cheerleading didn’t alter their schedule too much with school. Jensen relied on Eddie for rides, so she was thankful that any games or practice coincided with his Hellfire schedule. Although she forgot how seriously Eddie took his campaigns and they could go on for hours. She knew he was waiting to crush the spirits of the poor freshmen that had joined Hellfire. Not one to cause a disturbance and have all eyes on her if she walked into Hellfire, she waited in Eddie’s van. She bid bye to the girls and reassured Chrissy she was fine in waiting. After all, she preferred not to have to sit in a car with Jason Carver.
Thankfully, Eddie had cleaned his van out and she smirked at the air fresheners haphazardly hung in the van. She had been bitching for weeks. His van was like a dirty locker room. She got comfortable in the passenger seat and thought maybe she could try to sleep. A quick nap would do her good, as she knew Eddie would have a burst of adrenaline after a session if it went as well as he planned.
She didn’t realize she had fallen asleep until the sharp jolt of the van had her bolting upright.
“You little shit!” Eddie barked as he glared at his back seats.
Jensen blinked and wiped her eyes. She looked at Eddie, confused. “What’s going on?”
He gave her a remorseful smile. “Sorry, babe, promised to give the kiddos a ride.”
Jensen fixed her seat and turned to stare at Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, and Mike Wheeler. The only one missing was Will Byers. She assumed Jonathon had picked him up. She found the boys sweet. There was some serious hero worship going on with Dustin and Eddie. As much as Eddie acted indifferent towards it, she knew he was loving it and that someone seemed to admire and respect him.
Jensen loved all the boys. However, her favorite was Will. She wouldn’t admit it aloud as she didn’t want to cause any tension between the boys.
“Hi, Jen,” Dustin and Lucas greeted.
“Sorry, Jen,” Mike said with a grimace. He must have been the culprit in slamming the door. She turned to find Eddie glaring daggers at the raven-haired boy. She rolled her eyes at Eddie.
“Hi, boys. How was the session?”
She almost regretted the question as it seemed a firework shot off as the three began speaking at once. Excitement was clear in their tones as they regale the torture Eddie put them through. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Eddie smiling. Yet, seeing their excitement despite the school’s whispers about them being a cult, made her feel proud of Eddie - for Eddie.
Jensen waved bye to Dustin as he stood at his door before going in. She noticed that each parent (mother) of the boys’ were eagerly waiting for their return and couldn’t thank Eddie enough for dropping them off home.
Who knew Eddie was a hit with suburban moms?
“It’s sweet you do this?” Jensen said as they pulled away from Dustin’s street.
Eddie shrugged. “It’s no biggie. Have to care for all my little sheep.”
“Just a regular Bo Peep,” Jensen teased.
Eddie smiled. “How was practice?”
Jensen sighed. "Brutal!"
Jensen didn't know why the girls were stressing about their simple routines. It wasn't as if they were a team that tried out for competitions. The Hawkins Tigers cheerleading squad was small fries. They weren't even a ripple in a whirlpool.
"I just want to lay in bed and be a zombie."
"What's hurting?"
"My calves lately."
"So another night of ice and a massage?"
"Eddie, you don't have to sacrifice your Friday for me." She knew he couldn't really want to have another night with her legs packed with ice while he kneaded the taut muscles of her shoulders and arm.
"Pssh, nonsense," Eddie said. "It's no problem."
Jensen smiled.
"You want McDonald's?" Eddie offered.
"Yes, please."
Eddie thought he could handle it. He was used to things being said about him and his friends. People were always talking about his clothes, hair, shoes, and whatever else they found wrong with him on a certain day.
It was another thing to bear witness to the words the boys of Hawkins were saying about Jensen. Things that made his ears burn and want to go on a rampage.
However, his limit had reached its peak as he watched his new little sheep's eye Jensen in that ridiculously short cheerleading skirt at lunch. It turned his pretzels into pellets as he threw them at the three teenagers, who from his knowledge, had girlfriends. They had been lingering a little too long.
It also didn't make any goddamn sense why people were appreciating Jensen in a skirt when her ass looked better in jeans.
The math wasn't making any fucking sense and he would know it since math was the only class he passed with barely any effort.
He knew for the next D&D session; it was going to be extra torturous for those boys.
Eddie groaned as he eyed Jensen rummaging through his fridge. He had a clear shot of said ass as she was bent over. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the excuse of shorts she was wearing and she was wearing a thong or no underwear.
He smacked a hand to his face as this knowledge he could do without.
"You okay over there?"
Eddie groaned again, as he couldn't exactly tell her about the naughty thoughts he was having. He shook his head as he couldn't think of a convincing fib to tell her.
Eddie felt the cushion sink on the other end of the couch. He looked at her through his bangs as she eyed him with concern. He leaned forward with a decorative pillow, which he was sure she bought it and laid on her lap.
"Eddie?"
The weary metal head shook his head, as he didn't want to talk about it. He didn't know how to verbalize that he hated how other boys were looking at her. He cursed those stupid cheerleading uniforms that fit her body a little too well. Or worse, the fact he couldn't do a damn thing about anything. He was her friend. Not her boyfriend. He had no claim to her.
"Can you play with my hair?" He asked.
"Yeah," she muttered as her nails began scratching his scalp. He felt a shiver travel down his back and goosebumps pucker against his skin.
"You gonna tell me what's wrong?" Jensen probed.
"I don't think I can explain it,” he answered. What could he say without laying his feelings on the line and risk their friendship? He didn’t want to make things awkward. The repeat senior had little experience with girls and had never been in a relationship. So it shocked him he even befriended Jensen and maintain the relationship.
“Can you try?” She questioned gently as she massaged his scalp.
Eddie sighed and turned to lie fully on his back. Jensen’s hands move his hair away from his face and she trails his hairline.
“If you didn’t want to be here, you don’t have to. I know you made some new friends with the cheerleaders.”
Jensen frowned. “What gives you the impression I don’t want to be here?”
“I heard Philip Hayes was going to ask you out,” Eddie told her. Phillip was on the swim team. The aquatic athlete had been eyeing Jensen even before she slipped on that cheerleading uniform. He knew the tall, wiry boy had a major crush on Jensen. He remembered vividly how the boy stammered and stuttered when they worked on a group project. It was the worst three weeks of his life.
“He did,” Jensen told him a matter-of-factly.
“What! When?” Eddie asked, scandalized. “What did you say!”
“No, clearly. And he asked me on Thursday.”
“Why did you say no?”
“Because I don’t like him.”
“You don’t?”
“No. Besides, if I even got a boyfriend, I wouldn’t ditch you, Eddie.”
Eddie wanted to believe her words, but he knew things changed. There wouldn’t be room for him in her world and he wouldn’t want to be a third wheel.
“And you’re going on about me getting a boyfriend. What happens when you get a girlfriend, huh?”
“That will never happen,” he protested. “You’re the only girl in my life, sweetheart.”
“You tell your guitar that?”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”
Jensen giggled, and she went back to the light feather tip touches on his forehead.
"By the way, can we order pizza? You have fuck all in your fridge."
Eddie snorted. "Sure, sweetheart."
Eddie didn’t know why he agreed to come to this stupid party. The long-haired metal head was sure it had nothing to do with Jensen’s pouty lips, the way she was batting her eyelashes, and the way her ass jiggled in her tight jeans. He knew she had been ducking most of the party invitations, but curiosity got to someone at a certain point. He knew that all too well.
The party wasn’t a total bust. As Hawkins go to drug dealer, he was able to sell out his stash pretty quickly. He may buy some new amps, or he was eying this nice easel for Jensen to get her for Christmas.
Yet, after an hour or two, he was ready to leave. Jensen had stayed by his side as people approached for deals. Yet, after the 5th person interrupted them, she had left his side, and he hadn’t seen her sense. He ignored most of the offers of playing beer pong, darts, or trying to chug a keg. His mission was to find Jensen and to see if she had her fun yet. He necessarily didn’t want to be a party pooper, but this was not exactly his scene.
These people were only tolerating him now because of the drugs and alcohol in their system having them fuzzy. It would only take one person to sober up a bit or be a mean drunk to target any of their teenage frustration out on him. He didn’t want Jensen in that line of fire.
He thought she would be with Chrissy since, from what he gathered, they talked the most among the girls. However, she said that it was still a stilted friendship as Chrissy still allowed Jason to talk shit on him. He found Chrissy was sucking Jason’s tongue. He vomited a little at that sight. He groaned before he went deeper into the house and eventually walked down some steps to a furnished basement.
He felt his stomach drop as he found Jensen with Philip Hayes. They were standing too close to his comfort, and he saw red as Philip’s hand was on Jensen’s waist a little too close to the top of her ass.
He didn’t care if he bumped into people as he moved toward Jensen. He felt his irritation skyrocket even further as there was a red solo cup in her hand. Jensen didn’t even like beer or alcohol of any sort.
“Jensen.”
Jensen jumped while Philip looked at him with annoyance. Jensen placed the red solo cup, which was full on the counter. She looked at him sheepishly.
“You ready to go?” He asked her.
She didn’t get to answer as Philip puffed out his chest. “Dude, you ain’t her fucking boyfriend.” Eddie could smell the alcohol and weed on the man’s breath.
Eddie sighed in frustration. “Jen.”
Jensen nodded as she moved out of Philip’s hold. The man scoffed. “Whatever, you teasing bitch. Have fun with your freak.”
Eddie went to attack, but Jensen intercepted. Her arms wrapped around him, making them chest to chest. “Eddie, it’s not worth it.”
Eddie shook his head. He turned and led the two of them out of the party into his van. Maybe he slammed the door a little too hard. But he was pissed. Pissed he let some stupid boy get him so riled up. Pissed that Jensen allowed the dude to have his hands over her. He should have never agreed to go to this stupid party. Worst of all, he knew what would have happened between her and Philip if he wasn’t there to interrupt.
“I thought you didn’t like him?” He asked, breaking the silence. There was no music playing in his van for once.
“I don’t.”
“Then what the fuck was that back there?” he asked voice filled with venom.
“It was nothing, Eddie.” She was dismissive, as if his eyes couldn’t see that she wasn’t doing anything to dissuade the man’s flirting.
Eddie snorted. “So his hand on your ass was nothing.”
“His hand was not on my ass!” Jensen shrieked.
“Pretty damn close, princess!”
He patted his pockets for a cigarette. It made him even angrier when he couldn’t find them. “Grab me a smoke.” He pointed towards the glove box.
“You’re unbelievable,” Jensen remarked as she opened the glove box and rummaged through it.
“I’m unbelievable,” Eddie said mockingly. “Well, sweetie, I think you are full of shit when you’re telling me you don’t like him, and next thing I know, it seems you two are Ren and Ariel.”
“One, I fucking hate that movie and you know it! But I just told you it was nothing. I don’t like him. And he only started talking to me right before you approached me.”
“And you just let everyone put your hands on you these days, huh?” Eddie knew he crossed a line as it seemed it sucked all the air out of the van.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Jensen asked, but he knew she wasn’t really asking. She released a humorless chuckle. “You have no right to act like a jealous boyfriend. You can’t be pissed at other boys for showing a goddamn interest in me.”
“Philip just wants to fuck you,” Eddie said bluntly. He could write a novel about how many people wanted to sleep with her.
“Oh, like you don’t,” Jensen replied with bitterness.
Eddie sucked in a deep breath. Her words stung. The fight left him a bit. “This - I…I’m just looking out for you.”
“Well, newsflash, I don’t need you to.”
“If you wanted to stay talking to Philip, you could’ve. You didn’t need to follow me out of the party. Don’t me have holding you back from doing something stupid..”
“Whatever,” Jensen said. She found the pack of cigarettes and threw it at him.
“Hey!” He shouted as it smacked him in the face. “What the fuck was that for!”
“Because you’re an asshole!” Jensen screamed. “Just stop the car.”
“What?”
“Stop the fucking car!”
Eddie swerved over and parked the car. “Jesus Christ, what the hell is your problem?”
He was unprepared for the loud sob to take over the van. His cigarette was forgotten as Jensen hid her face in her hands.
“Shit,” he said with remorse. “Jen,” he reached out to touch her shoulder, but she recoiled.
She unclipped her seatbelt and reached for the handle. “What are you doing?” He asked, worried.
“I don’t want to be in the car with you.”
“Jen, seriously, it’s in the middle of the night. You going to walk home?”
“If it gets me away from you, yes!” She opened the door and slid out.
“Jensen!” He yelled. He watched horrified as she began making the trek towards their trailers, which was still ways to go. He got out of the driver’s seat.
“I will leave your ass!”
“It’s what I want you to do!” She screamed into the night.
“Jensen, seriously!” As she picked up her pace, he yelled at her. She continued walking down the road and ignored him.
He swore as she cut into the woods, effectively cutting his view of her. He stood in front of his van and chewed on his thumbnail. She had no flashlight to guide her, only the moon and on foot, it would take her like 20 minutes to get to their place.
This was not how he expected his night to go at all.
Jensen walked the rest of the way home. He trailed the edge of the woods slowly. Ignoring the beeps of various car horns. He got home before her and he stayed perched on his tiny porch until she broke through the wood’s edge.
She promptly ignored him and slammed her door in his face as she entered her own trailer. He knew it was best to give her space for the rest of the weekend. He knew he was an asshole for what happened. Eddie could have expressed his frustrations in a better -healthier way. Though that wasn’t the Munson way, he wasn’t like his uncle, who spoke in few words. Eddie, unfortunately, inherited his father’s mouth with dealing with emotions. He twisted words to make them hurt because he couldn’t outright say what was going on in his head.
Thankfully, everyone left him alone for the weekend. His uncle when coming home from his shift to crash, didn’t even ask about his and Jensen’s plans. The super senior was left strumming his acoustic guitar, and he was not watching through his window for any activity in the Thomas’ household.
Eddie knew that an apology would not be simply enough. He was going to have to get on his knees and grovel. There was a twinge of optimism that this could be a segue to him admitting his feelings for her. He could take the rejection. It would suck, but it would give the reason for his behavior. It wouldn’t excuse it but clear the air.
But on Monday morning, Jensen wasn’t waiting for him by his van berating him for being a sleepyhead. He knew his best friend must have been pissed to take the bus. They shared a locker at school and his heart dropped to his stomach as all her morning books were gone. They didn’t share classes, so it wouldn’t be until lunch they would see each other.
He barely paid attention in his morning classes as he fiddled with his rings, chewed on his nails, and couldn’t stop his leg from shaking. Multiple teachers scolded him for the distraction. He hoped she would be at least receptive to going to his picnic table in the woods to get some privacy and talk.
That hope swirled in the drain where her seat at their table was left empty. All eyes were on them as she sat with the cheerleaders for the first time. To add insult to injury, Philip was sitting right next to her.
“Uhh, what’s going on?” Dustin asked. His hair wasn’t tamed by gel today and whipped back and forth from teen’s movements. The curls out and loose. Eddie suspected Jensen had something to do with that.
Eddie would not admit any problems or cracks in his relationship with Jensen. He would divulge as little as possible. He opened his small baggie of pretzels. “Nothing for any of you to worry about.” He warned. His face was serious and no further questions are asked about him and Jensen.
She wasn’t there waiting next to his van. In fact, he bore witness to Chrissy giving her a ride.
On Tuesday, he didn’t know what to expect. It scared him to approach her, and she seemed fine in ignoring his existence. The worse thing was her missing her first ever Corroded Coffin gig that night.
Jensen did not mean for the silent treatment to go on for as long as it did. She did stew for the entire weekend over Eddie’s words. The mere insinuation that she was just going to let anyone touch her had her even temper skyrocket. It was one thing for random nobodies to talk shit on her and what she may or may not be doing with Eddie, but to hear Eddie say that to her even in anger, it hurt her.
She couldn’t believe her friend would do that to her. She knew he didn’t mean it, but it didn’t change the fact that they said it. Multiple times she wanted to march over his trailer and give him a piece of her mind. Or really get down to what the hell crawled up his ass? Better yet, for him to finally admit his feelings. It wasn’t fair for him to act like a jealous boyfriend, but do nothing about it.
The only positive thing about her week was getting to know Chrissy a bit better. Chrissy was nice and sweet. It was a shame that she was dating her bubble butt boyfriend, Jason Carver. It was the one thing she couldn’t really get past with Chrissy. She wanted to really consider Chrissy a friend, but she couldn’t ignore the fact Chrissy was a bystander to the bullying he did to Eddie and everyone associated with the Hellfire club.
It was the one thing she felt guilty about with being a cheerleader was she was mingling with people that was nasty to her best friend.
It was becoming a mess of feelings and she didn’t know what to do, or even why she thought it was a good idea to go to another party. This time without Eddie. Worse, it was at Benny’s old restaurant lot that Jason Carver and his band of idiots called home.
As soon as she arrived on the dingy graffiti lot, she had been ready to go home. The smell of the weed that permeated the place was enough to give anyone contact. There were liters of alcohol filling tables. She hated the taste of alcohol. She would share the occasional joint with Eddie. But alcohol was something she did not like the taste of. It did nothing for her. Yet, she was feeling miserable and the jungle juice tasted like pineapples.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t think she drank that much,” Chrissy apologized, as Eddie carried a clearly intoxicated Jensen to his van.
Eddie wasn’t sure what to think when his phone rung in his trailer and Chrissy Cunningham informed him that Jensen needed to be picked up. Concern had him rushing for his shoes and keys. Yet, as he arrived at Benny’s abandoned place and saw that Chrissy was nice enough to be ready outside. He wouldn’t have to work through sweaty bodies to reach her.
“Thanks for calling me,” he told Chrissy as he buckled Jensen in. She was strangely quiet. As she looked at him, he knew she was awake. He couldn’t tell if she was sad or confused. He guessed he could rule out her being some talkative drunk.
He closed the passenger door and looked at the strawberry blonde. “Do you need a ride?” He offered.
She shook her head and smiled. “No, I’m here with Jason. Could you just have her call me tomorrow?”
“Yeah, sure thing,” he told her. Chrissy walked back to the party as he slid into the driver’s seat. He turned on the ignition and pulled out the lot. Fleetwood Mac was playing softly in the background.
He wasn’t sure what to say or if he had anything to say.
Jensen hiccuped. “You’re mad at me?”
Eddie gripped the steering wheel. He was mad. It was one thing to go to a party, but the fact she got drunk that Chrissy had to call him because she was worried she overdid it left him pissed. To make matters worse, she was still in that stupid cheerleading uniform.
“Yes, I am,” he admitted. She got drunk around unfamiliar people when it wasn’t in her normal to be drinking. It didn’t help that this was how they were talking to each other after a week of silence.
She didn’t reply and her gaze stayed looking at the passing scenery. For once, Eddie was okay with the silence.
He pulled into his parking space. He expected he would walk a shaky Jensen back to her house. The following morning, Eddie would walk into her trailer and give her the riot act as he knew she would have a killer hangover.
Instead, the intoxicate cheerleader stumbled out of his van. Her feet shuffled to his door. His brown eyebrow quirked, and he decided he would not question it. He unlocked his front door and opened it for her.
“Let me get you some water,” he told her as she breezed by him. He could still smell the scent of vanilla that clung to her skin. She stood by his counter top as he grabbed her a cup and filled it with tap water.
He ignored the wrinkle of her nose. Now wasn’t the time for her to act like a princess. She took the cold water and sipped it tentatively. His eyes never left her frame. He could tell it was making her nervous as she squirmed from where she stood.
“I’m sorry,” she told him as she bit her bottom lip.
He nodded his head to acknowledge the apology. “You feel sick?”
She shook her head as she set down the empty cup. “Come on, I’m tired.”
It was normal for them to have sleepovers despite being neighbors. Somehow, they were at his more than hers. Still, she had a space in his drawers, which were shrunken shirts and pants that literally did not fit anymore. He passed her a set so she could take in the bathroom to brush her teeth and change.
He quickly stripped down to a pair of shorts. Despite the nights becoming cooler, Eddie slept hot. He placed his hair in a bun atop of his head while he waited for Jensen to come out of the bathroom. She shuffled in quietly with her cheerleading outfit folded, which she placed neatly on his desk. He made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
He turned off all the lights except for the small lamp for his uncle in the living room. Entering his bedroom, Jensen was already tucked underneath the covers. He turned off the lights as he slid into his spot.
It was awkward. They had never been in this type of situation before.
“I don’t like that you’re mad at me,” Jensen whispered in the night.
“But you can be mad at me?” He countered with more venom than he intended.
He felt her shift and move closer to him. He was going to mean and stay still, but he was weak for Jensen. Eddie moved his arm so she could move to his side and he wrapped his arm around her.
“Can we admit we were both sucky?” Her breath fanned across his neck, causing goosebumps to erupt.
“Maybe,” he conceded.
“Eddie.”
“Baby, you’re drunk and we are not having this conversation,” he told her. He felt her open her mouth to hurl a rebuttal. His hand covered her mouth. “And don’t say you're not drunk because I know you are and your shirt is on backwards.”
She exhaled a harsh, defeated breath. He chuckled. “It’s bedtime, sweetheart. We can talk in the morning.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Night, sweetheart.”
Eddie felt he was getting the best sleep of his life. His bed felt like a giant cloud and he didn’t want to leave the dreamland. However, he felt a very plush piece of flesh meet with a very sensitive area of his anatomy that startled him awake.
He and Jensen were spooning. She was a little spoon, and he was the big spoon. He had Jensen wrapped tightly in his arms with her back to his front. She made another movement, and it caused him to hiss as he was already straining because of morning wood. He went to move his arms, but Jensen’s soft hands gripped his forearm.
“Where are you going?” She mumbled sleepily.
“Got a situation,” he told her. He thought she would release her grip on him. Instead, she turned to face him, her brown eyes peering at him. They weren’t hazy with sleep and he suspected her movements weren’t just sleep induced.
“Would that be so bad?”
Eddie shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“So you’re telling me it wasn’t jealousy that had you all pissy that Philip’s hand was on my ass?”
Eddie glared at her. “Was he at that party last night?”
Jensen scrunched her nose. “I don’t know. I told you I didn’t like him. So why does it even matter?”
“What was that even last night?” He asked her seriously.
She ducked her head, clearly embarrassed.
He placed his hand under her chin. “None of that. You gave me a heart attack with Chrissy calling like that. Tempted to smack your ass for that bullshit.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Eddie shook his head as he moved out of the bed. “Jensen, this isn’t time for your fucking teasing. I’m being serious. Something could have happened to you last night.”
Jensen followed him. He wasn’t able to get far as her arms latched around his waist. He was sitting on the edge while she wrapped around him like an octopus.
“Eddie, I’m sorry!” She pressed her face against his back.
He sighed in defeat. She opened her legs, so he slotted between them. His hand came down onto her thigh. He squeezed the meaty flesh. “I’m sorry for what I said at that party.”
“But why did you do it, Eddie?”
Her voice was low and breathy. It made him shiver, especially as she began rubbing circles on his lower abdomen. However, he froze once her fingers teased the edge of his shorts.
“Jen, what are you doing?”
She didn’t reply as one hand dipped underneath his shorts.
“Do you want me to stop?”
He shook his head. His breath was caught in his throat as Jensen pulled him gently out of his boxers and shorts. She scooted closer to him and one hand disappeared for a quick second before she gripped him gently and begin moving her hand up and down. He moaned as he felt the lubrication from her spit.
“Shit, Jen, I …” He stuttered as his pre-cum provided more lubrication.
And she was using both hands to jerk him off. His grip on her thighs became tight when she would pay extra attention to his tip. He was swollen and red. Sticky against her hands. Eddie was only familiar with his own calloused hands. Having Jensen and her smooth hands gripping him, he knew he would not last very long.
He imagined how her tits looked, and how brown her nipples were. He wanted to know how Jensen moaned if he sucked on her nipples. How easily she would accept his fingers in her mouth or her pussy. He wanted to paint her skin with his spunk.
“Fuck, Jen, I ain’t going to last,” he told her as he bit his lip to hide his whimper.
“Do it, Eddie,” Jensen whispered as she bit the lobe of his ear. “It’s okay, come.”
He pinched his eyes shut and gasped. His orgasm hit him all at once. Praises and curses fell from his lips as he trembled. Her hand was still moving, covered in his release, when he gripped her wrist.
“Sensitive,” he told her and she released him gently. Her hand was covered in his release and he knew that image was going to be enough for the spank bank for a while.
“Let me get you something to clean that,” he told her. He moved from her legs to grab a towel. However, he froze when he watched her take an experimental lick.
“Fuck, Jen, don’t do that!”
She looked at him with hooded eyes. “It doesn’t taste awful.”
“You do this before?”
“Are you going to throw a fit?” She questioned.
Eddie huffed as he approached and wiped her hand. “I guess it doesn’t matter if you’re here now.”
“No, I haven’t done that before. I haven’t done anything before.”
“You’re shitting me?”
“Nope,” she replied, popping her p.
Eddie pulled her t-shirt off, exposing her bare tits. Jensen gave no resistance even as he pushed her back and chucked off her shorts, revealing a bare glistening pussy.
“Eddie, I never done this before.” She repeated, despite her legs opening wider for him.
“No one is getting fucked today, sweetheart.”
Jensen frowned. “Then what are you doing?”
Eddie leaned back to admire the beauty of Jensen’s body. He kicked his shorts and boxers fully off. He smirked as he grabbed her cheerleading skirt.
“Put this on.”
Eddie watched as she slid the green skirt on. He crawled over her and placed a kiss on her lips. It was gentle - cautious. He couldn’t believe this was the first time he was kissing Jensen. A pool of heat formed in his belly. Her tongue slid in his mouth and he found he didn’t mind the taste of him on her lips. His hand not holding him up over her, caressing her jaw before he met her neck, and he squeezed her throat.
A choked moan passed her lips.
“You like that?”
Jensen opened her eyes. Her cheeks were warm. “Yes.”
Eddie made a mental note to remember that as he hummed. His fingers dipped low before he slid between her dripping folds. “Is this your first time getting wet for me?”
She shook her head as the pads of his fingers rolled over her swollen clit.
“Hmmm, so you’re like this often?”
“Yeah,” she stuttered.
Her words had his cock fattening again and withdrew his fingers and sucked her juices away. As he moved down her body, he pressed wet kisses to her chest, stomach, and legs. He threw her leg over his shoulder. The movement bunched up the skirt, and he relished the sight. At her thighs, he made the kisses slower and left love bites along the journey. He gave the same treatment to the other side before he reached her center.
He read about eating girls out and watched some porn, so hopefully, something stuck.
“Eddie?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Have you done this before?”
“You’re the first, baby.”
His words made her relax, and he licked a long stripe up her puffy lips. She moaned and bucked, drawing her hips closer to his face. He teased her as he soaked her with spit and ran his tongue up and down.
The fingers of one hand dug into his sheet while the other gripped the pillow behind her. Her skin was flushed and heated.
“Eddie,” she whined. The hand that was on the pillow gripped his messy bun.
Eddie hummed as he sucked on her clit. A cry left Jensen’s lips, and he thought he could happily spend all day between her legs worshipping her. He spent most of his time lapping around her swollen bud. Her heels dug into the mattress, and Eddie grabbed her thighs and pushed them to her chest. The position made her cry out his name, and he thanked god his uncle was working a double and they weren’t at her place.
“Eddie, I think…I think I’m gonna cum,” she sobbed and Eddie swore he was going to come again at her words. He doubled his efforts as he sucked harder. His tongue slipped into her hole while he used his hand to rub her swollen bud He used his other hand to pinch her nipple, which set off her peak.
Her back arched, and she bucked loosely as she pulsated around his tongue. Her mouth was open as she gripped his hair tight, causing him to moan. He cleaned her until she was twitching away from his tongue. He pulled back, and he wished he could have this moment on repeat with how thoroughly fucked Jensen looked in this moment.
She was utterly boneless as he turned her. Pupils blown as she stared at him. The sheen of sweat forming on her skin. He watched as she heaved big breaths; her legs still slighting trembling. “On your knees, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck your thighs.”
She complied as she grabbed a pillow to rest on. His cock was hard as it bobbed against his stomach. He pushed her cheerleading skirt up some. He let a glob of spit fall down on it to lube it up. “Lock your knees,” he instructed as he placed a flat palm against her butt and stroked it as his other hand guided between her warm, soft thighs.
It felt good - too good. As he pulled out, it hit him with the knowledge that if her thighs felt like this; he was in for a real treat when he got the privilege to fuck her pussy. Eddie groaned before sinking back in. As he fucked between her thighs, he stretched himself over her. He used one hand to tweak her nipples.
“Fuck, Eddie,” she whimpered after a hard tug. He moved his hand back down to her pussy, rubbing her swollen nub again.
She moaned and her legs became tighter, causing him to groan. “Shit.”
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he whispered as he felt that familiar heat pool in his lower stomach.
The sound of skin slapping echoed through the trailer. Her breast bounced with each thrust and he could tell she was beginning to cum again.
He removed his fingers from her pussy, causing her to whine before he used the material of her skirt like a glove and went back to rubbing her nub, causing her to choke out a moan.
“Shit! Eddie!”
Eddie was overwhelmed, and the tightness of her thighs had him bursting at the seams. Long, thick ropes of cum painted her thighs, sheets, and her cheerleading skirt.
“Holy fuck,” Eddie whispered as he stopped spurting. “Don’t move okay.”
Jensen nodded as she panted. His leg felt like jelly as he grabbed the towel from earlier. He wiped at her thighs painted with his cum.
“Hmm, I came all over your skirt,” he pointed out smugly.
Jensen, still sensitive, turned and moved gingerly as to not lay in the jizz covered sheets. He helped her off the bed to pull down the soiled skirt.
“Didn’t know you had a fetish for cheerleading skirts.”
“Just yours,” he replied as he threw her skirt in the pile of clothes.
“You are totally buying me a new one.”
Eddie pulled her naked body into his and pressed a fat kiss to her lips. The kiss said everything that he was sorry, he liked her, wanted her, and a four letter word he wouldn’t say yet. He would at least wait until their first official date.
“So, does this mean you're officially my jealous boyfriend?” Jensen asked when they separated.
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Love in a Ghost Town--Part 7: Seismic Shifts (Finale)
Eddie Munson’s become content with working his day job. After the crazy stretching of events from 1983-1986, Eddie’s grateful for a little bit of normal in his life.
That is until one day, Valeria Browns shows up in town looking for a quick car fix. And she’s more than he might’ve bargained for on the eve of Valentine’s Day. Valeria is just trying to enjoy her Valentine’s Day weekend after many years of being perpetually single. She has her fun, but it’s never serious. Maybe Eddie can change some of that.
Older!Mechanic!Eddie Munson. 2003 alternative universe. BlackFem! OC.
The Upside Down doesn’t exist in this fic. But strange things do happen to the town of Hawkins, Indianna. Major Character Death that is not canon as a result of the non-Upside Down AU.
This chapter is from Eddie's perspective.
CW: 18+ content (Smut, oral--male and femme receiving, p in v); Pregnancy (unplanned); implied/past alcohol abuse
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
Edited Picture of Eddie by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple
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Eddie can count the number of times he thought the next day was never going to be his. Exactly 5,844 days of thinking the next day won’t be his--it’s not that Eddie is counting lately. He promised that when he made the promise to Valeria he’d stop. For all the times he didn’t show up to algebra or trig, he’s lightning at multiplication. Never mind the fact that he did the math on a calculator to double check himself. It’s not necessarily counting when he realized the last day he counted the days that the days kept coming was after Valeria came back into town and dropped off exactly 350 dollars in fifties, twenties, and tens. He stopped counting because he didn’t want to know how long it would be until he found himself in her presence again. Too much of an ache when he realized his life felt too settled--or perhaps he felt settled on the fact that he would live and die by Hawkins in the long run and he would never get out--and this ultimately settling could rob him of something more.
Eddie is selfish at times. He can admit that. It is a fatal flaw in his entire composition. He’d been selfish with Sinclair and his basketball years on the tail end of his final senior year by not always being flexible on Dungeons and Dragons sessions. He’d been selfish about Wayne’s funeral. Wayne told him to have just a small viewing and then cremate him. But Eddie spent what he had to give Wayne more. Eddie liked to tell himself he was doing his uncle proud--the mid range cost casket, the mid-range cost flowers. Nothing jaw dropping, but still more than Wayne said he wanted. Eddie felt like he couldn’t let his uncle go out in death remembered as the person who’d gotten too sick, spent too much money on not even getting better but rather only staying alive to afford anything else. The truth of it is simple. The funeral was for Eddie in retrospect. Wayne was always known around town as a good, decent, hardworking guy with a quick and quiet wit. But Eddie needed to see him go out with something more because it’s in that memory of Wayne’s body in a properly tailored suit, casket shutting on the still too young but hollowed face and lowered into the ground like good decent people go, that makes it easier for Eddie to sleep at night.
And maybe this particular moment, staring at his ringing house phone, knowing exactly who it is to call him at such a time in the evening, that Eddie’s hesitation to answer is self-preserving. There is a difference in being selfish versus knowing that the good thing is the scary thing and not choosing it. The difference is fear. The easy choices are made without much thought because there’s no need to question what comes after. The answer is already known. The answer comes like it’s supposed to.
Eddie answers though. He could never preserve himself enough around her. He picks up the yellow receiver on the fourth ring and settles it against his ear. “Hey, Val,” he greets.
“Hi, Eddie.” Her voice makes his innards feel like ice cubes melting in the summer heat. It’s not necessarily a rasp to her voice. But it is low, smooth in a way that makes Eddie feel warm on the inside. “How’d you know it was me?”
“When is it never not you?” Eddie returns, leaning into the wall. The yellow cord dangles around his legs. “I’m at a point where if it’s not you, it feels strange.” A confession--not that he hadn’t been trying to confess for a couple weeks now. He did miss Valeria and it didn’t shatter his whole day. It was an achy miss--a kind of longing he hadn’t really experienced since Wayne’s initial passing. Eddie couldn’t get enough of listening to Valeria in the evenings after work. He loved listening to her day; loved it when she asked about his day, picking up pieces of his job’s lingo.
Eddie missed Valeria in a way that feels sometimes so pitifully simple. He wants to watch movies next to Valeria tangled up on a couch, her buried into his side and swatting at his chest when he gives unnecessary commentary to the film. He wants to hear her laughter not through a phone, and wants to see her smile again--when she’s not playing coy or caring about how big her smile is. Eddie just fucking misses Valeria.
Lights fill the trailer. Eddie spins, listening to the rumble of a car cut out right outside his house. The curtains don’t fully shut out the light. When Eddie occasionally fell asleep on the couch, the thin barrier woke him before he really wanted to. “Can-can I call you back, Val? Someone’s outside I think and I’m not expecting visitors.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure.”
“Thanks,” Eddie hums. “Hopefully it won’t take long.”
“Be safe.”
“I will.”
Eddie hangs the phone back up on the receiver and ducks towards the front door. It’s dark out so he can’t make out who it might be or the car all too well from the window. Right after getting the blinds and curtains settled again, a knock rings out from his door. There’s no hiding it anymore. He turns the knob and like a visage, some sort of hallucination that Eddie can’t separate out from reality, is Valeria on his porch. The hand still on the knob twitches. Eddie can’t make heads or tails if he’s close to swinging the door close or swinging it wide open.
“Heard it’s someone’s birthday today,” Valeria offers.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Val? Is this even real?” Eddie’s own heart is thundering in his chest. He can feel it beating against his ribs. The edges of his vision blur for just a moment and then as Valeria speaks, his vision clears.
“I came to make a delivery.” From the top of her bag, she digs out a white envelope.
“Don’t--no. No more money,” Eddie huffs, releasing the door to pull her up the steps. His hands are flying to shove the envelope back into the slightly unzipped bag. He’d nearly thrown the cash she gave him back into a new envelope to mail it to her, but her note specifically said otherwise. Eddie’s sure that if Valeria hadn’t said anything otherwise he would’ve sent it all back. But she knew him all too well.
Valeria doesn’t resist Eddie’s work. She just pulls the tickets back out. “I heard there’s a show up in Indy tomorrow. Thought you might be interested in going.”
Eddie watches more closely now as she pulls the envelope back out and flips the lid. She produces two tickets. Eddie is gobsmacked. He’d been trying to get tickets--it was a match up of different bands on the road together-- and had even asked Valeria if she’d be interested. She’d returned that she’d been stuck with a shift that she couldn’t shake. After that Eddie let go of the romantic notion of getting one more weekend with Valeria. Valeria had begged, though, for Eddie to still do something for his birthday. He’d gotten dinner with Harrington, Buckley, Older Wheeler, and Byers. He’s sure the kids would track him down after work tomorrow for something to do as well for his birthday. Eddie felt at peace with the idea of merely enjoying the antics when the kids came up to get him. He’d happily accept the love when it came from them, attempting to make good on his promise. He is sure that he would give them a hard time about it. But inevitably he’d take the kindness, even if Eddie still didn’t seek it. Seeking is still much too risky.
“But the shop, I can’t--” Eddie counters.
Valeria slips the tickets into his hand, curling his fingers around them. “Jeff will cover.”
“How--you don’t even…?”
“I talked to Robin and Nancy who talked to Steve, who talked to Jeff.”
“I don’t know what I’m going to wear, Val. I can’t show up to this looking a mess,” Eddie teases. He wants to find something else--anything else--to rebut this act of kindness with. If he could come up with something more than who was going to watch the shop, he would. But in reality, Indy is only another two hours from here. The drive wouldn’t be bad. They could even visit some places around the venue if they wanted before the show. By the time it ended, it would be late, but not so late that the two hour drive back couldn’t be handled by one of them.
“Consider me your personal stylist for the evening,” Valeria whispers in retort.
Her eyes--deep and warm-- hold him steady. Like she’s begging him to not put up the front. The thing is Eddie always would at least a little bit. He’d always front, but Valeria would always be able to break him down. The stiff October breeze cuts over Eddie’s arms and he’s reminded that they’re still on his front porch. The door to the trailer is still wide open. God only knows what sort of bugs have flown in possibly in all of this. Eddie pulls Valeria inside, shutting the door softly behind him, a click of the lock sealing them firmly inside.
“You didn’t have to do this. How’d you get out of the shift?”
“I sacrificed some PTO before Thanksgiving in exchange with the assistant store manager. I bought the tickets months ago and then sort of worked backwards from there to get things all worked out.”
The living room feels more lived in as Valera slides out of her shoes and shucks her duffle back onto the single arm chair. The space exhales around her, like it too was rigid and waiting for her return. “You hungry?” Eddie asks, slipping the tickets onto the dining room table, next to his wallet and keys.
As he’s spinning to face her, Valeria’s slipping into his space. Her socked feet slide ever so gently over the floors and her head’s falling into his shoulder. Eddie winds his arms around her body with ease. His inhale is deep--pressing the smell of something sweet without being floral still decorating her skin. He wonders if it’s the same Shea Butter lotion he noticed she used or something related to it. But God, he loves it. He missed the scent on his sheets.
“Hey,” Eddie whispers against her temple.
“Hi,” Valeria giggles into his neck. The sound sends a shiver up his spine. “I ate on the road.”
Eddie hears the words, but he focuses for just a moment on the way Valeria feels in his arm. She’d never been small by any means. From their first sighting Eddie was well aware of that fact. But she’s always been soft against him. Valeria’s firm still because not even years away from sports can take away what genetics bring to the table. Maybe even firmer now than what was there before. She’d mentioned occasionally tagging along with Chelsea to the gym, but it doesn’t sound consistent. And all Eddie can manage to do is pray that his fingertips can absorb this feeling--Valeria’s warmth.
“Want something sweet then? I’m not much of a baker but Pillsbury does right by me each time.”
Valeria shakes her head against Eddie’s shoulder. There’s no braids this time. Her last visit she’d had her hair a slew of them, parted into squares. Now the tressesses fall like corkscrews down to her shoulders. The roots are flatter, look gelled or sprayed down and then curl down from there. Eddie’s not sure how to describe it. But he presses his nose into the foliage of her hair and inhales yet again.
“Are you sniffing my hair?” Valeria asks. Her voice is muffled now by the muscle of Eddie’s neck.
“Maybe,” he whispers. He is. He’d do it again. He’d do it forever if he had the option. “It smells tasty. Maybe I should take a bite out of it. Hmm. Think it could be a tasty treat.”
Valeria’s laughter echoes. As she struggles back out of his embrace, all she can do is laugh and laugh and laugh. Eddie adores it. He feels the sound down in his toes. “My hair is not for consumption, sir,” Valeria teases, plopping down onto the couch.
She fills the space, one arm resting up against the back of the couch. Valeria’s always spilled the space. But Eddie drinks in the sight, her sprawled out and laughing still. He could consume her. Not that he wants her selfishly, to have her so no one else can. But he wants her to swallow his heart in her arms. He wants to know the fullness in his chest like he knows the back of his own hands.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Valeria’s voice is soft, head ducked. Her hair--a dark brown with some honey highlights--covers her face like a curtain. Though she ducks her head, she still keeps her arms spread out. She still refused to fully stop consuming space.
“Tell me. Tell me how I’m looking at you,” Eddie laughs, reclining into the table, arms folded across his chest. He swears his body will totally evaporate if Valeria actually answers him. And he knows when he demands it, she will.
It’s silent for a moment. Her nails click--a nervous habit Eddie’s noticed. Valeria flicks her nails together when she’s gathering her nerves. This time her nails are painted a pearl pink with black spider webs across the fingers. Her middle fingers hold a spider though, a black window specifically given the red patch on the top. Eddie thinks--no, he knows--he wouldn’t mind getting caught in Valeria’s web. Hell, he probably already was. Everyone noticed it--Robin, Steve, the kids. They knew if Eddie didn’t talk to Valeria much the day before. He was a bit more clipped in his responses. Never actually grumpy, but never fully centered. Eddie always felt a little off kilter, like he hadn’t gotten enough rest by an hour or two, but knew he would still get through the day.
Valeria looks up, a new resolve settling onto her face. It pulls her lips down just a little into a pout. Eddie knows it’s never actually in displeasure. Her face usually scrunches up when she’s displeased. It reminds him just ever so slightly of Erica--they were both books that didn’t have problems opening up. They advertised who they were without hesitation. But Valeria’s looking at him, eyes slightly glazed over. He can’t tell if they’re tears or not, but the thought that they might be immediately sets his heart thundering.
Her words pin him back into his spot before he can push up and start over to her. “You look at me like you might love me. Like, love me differently than just friends do.”
Like you might love me. It was no question for Eddie though. He does love Valeria. He loves her more than he does the rest of his friends. He knew it a couple months ago. He didn’t want to say anything about it. Because it was ridiculous. They lived hours apart from each other. Neither one of them seemed to budge on making a move for more. Eddie didn’t want to leave the comfort of this town--even if it had caused him pain. Valeria most definitely wouldn’t be moving away from her friends to a town like Hawkins.
“I’m too chicken shit,” Eddie replies. “Because what would happen if I did say I did love you? What would we do if I said when I told you when you came back in June that when I said I missed you I wasn’t just talking about missing you in a friendly way.”
“Too chicken shit,” Valeria laughs softly, pushing up from the couch. “But my question in return is would you choose me? You said before you couldn’t choose. That it’s too scary to choose because inevitably someone leaves.”
Eddie’s not sure why he thought with Valeria they could just ride the wave. Maybe before--when she’d only come back once. But now she’s back twice. She’d chosen Eddie twice now and he still hadn’t budged. “You always know what you want,” Eddie returns. It’s meant to be a joke, but something catches in his throat when he watches her face drop.
“Do you know what you want? Are you ready to put in work? I feel stuck. All the time. And when I got unfortunately stranded, I realized I felt stuck because I was living this life on auto-pilot. After everything I’d done, seen, been through, going through the motions was just about keeping me alive, but wasn’t about me living. I want to live now. And I don’t know what that looks like, what it really means in the grand scheme of things. But I’d like to figure it out. With you. If you’re ready.”
That--that is the million dollar question. Is Eddie ready? Here, at thirty-eight, he felt like he should have a more readily available answer, but in the grand scheme of things, Eddie is still scared. He’s still the boy that lost his uncle--the last bits of family that felt like an anchor. He’s still the boy who got chased by this town, spilled blood for no real reason outside of other’s narrow beliefs.
“I don’t know who I am if I’m not here,” he replies. “I don’t know what it means to leave this--the town, this life. What if I’m just lost once I leave?”
“Those questions haunt me too, Eddie. You think I don’t think for a second about what happens if I leave my friends behind. Who’s going to ride by my grandmother’s to check on her each Sunday if it’s not me? What do I actually want to do with my life besides what I’ve already been doing? I don’t have these answers. But I’m trying. I signed up for fucking ballet classes. I don’t know if you remember but my ass is maybe too big for a tutu. I am haunted by ghosts. That statement feels more literal than not sometimes. But what do I do if I don’t try?”
“Your ass is not too big for a tutu. I happen to think it’s the perfect size for one.”
“Not my point, Eddie.” Her eyes narrow. “You can be scared, but you can’t not try.”
One of her flaws. Valeria has a very specific view of the world. It’s not that she’s wrong. It’s just that she fails to account for how fucking hard this is. She fails to account for a perspective fully outside of her own. “You don’t get to dictate what I do and don’t do, you know? I’m terrified. As ridiculous as it may sound. But it doesn’t mean I don’t think about what could be. You don’t get to assume.”
Valeria rests her hand onto his forearm. She tugs and Eddie hadn’t even fully recognized how closed off he’d made himself until Valeria’s silently pleading for him to let her back in. “Then tell me. What do you think could be?”
“I think about waking up next to you, in an apartment or something in a city that neither one of us has history in. I think about standing over your shoulder as you cook. I think about how angry you’d be at me for getting something red mixed in with the whites and turning all my work shirts pink but how ultimately you’d tease that pink might be my color after all. I-I think about if just in the other room that we sleep if it weren’t filled with my guitars and records and your stuff, maybe you get back to softball. I think about what if it had a crib instead. And I think about how scared I am. How much I could fuck up a good thing in a blink.”
Valeria blinks. Her eyes swim and then cloud over. Eddie can only watch for a moment but it feels heavy and his arms fall unceremoniously at his sides like they are suddenly filled with lead. Valeria’s hand goes with the action. She nods, a laugh falling from her throat. “Got it, Eddie. Got it. Envisioning a whole family but still too chicken shit.”
“What about you? What are you envisioning?”
She takes a step back and Eddie takes a step forward, but she curls her arms under her chest. Oh, how the tables have turned. The saving grace is that Eddie’s not going to push and when he reclines back to the spot where he was, Valeria stays in the half step between them. Her voice is clear. “Effort.”
It stings. He thinks maybe it was supposed to, but she’s right. Even if she’s never totally subtle about it. “Nope, never one to mince words, huh.”
“Never will be,” Valeria returns. “Let’s see what you’ve got in your closet since you can’t show up a mess.” She nods her head down the hall and then starts for Eddie’s bedroom.
He can only watch. Valeria’s arms are still folded, but she still carries on. Eddie hopes to God she waits for him. He wouldn’t dare call it a prayer, lest Valeria be the altar and the God he’s worshiping. But watching her, the sway of her hips, as she carries herself down the hallway more and more the darkness swallowing her, Eddie thinks maybe he should pray more often. Maybe he should get his fucking act together because no one can wait forever. But goddamn it, Eddie hopes Valeria does have the patience of a saint. That, Eddie realizes, is the truly selfish part. He wants Valeria to wait for him or at the very least come back to him. If she can’t wait, God, let her come back.
“What do you think?” Eddie holds his arms out. The pants have been sitting in his closet for years now--leather didn’t really seem like it was having its moment in the 90’s or early two thousands, but he’d been too proud of all the work he’d done to save up for them. So they sat in the closet and Eddie yearned for a day to break them back out. He’s thankful to all hell he got them a couple sizes larger than he might’ve needed them. There’s very little stretch in the material--some, but not a lot.
Valeria’s gaze is slow. She takes her eyes up his body. She has been the last hour of Eddie’s frantic flurry. Clothes flying out of his closet like a cartoon, Eddie hated almost everything he’s ever bought in his life. Occasionally, Valeria would give an impressed hum and then suggest what needed to change--bottoms that needed to go, jacket that was clashing. Now Eddie stands in his leather pants that he was sure would never see the light of day, and a white cotton button up that Eddie is sure was influenced by Robin. He unearthed his black cowboy boots from the corner of his closet to complete the ensemble.
Now, Valeria’s gaze travels up and up and Eddie can only wait. His fingers tremble just a little and he wonders for a moment if the soft click of the rings is audible enough for Valeria. Eddie watches her eyes. He needs her eyes to lock onto his again. Ever since she walked into the bedroom, she’d kept herself tucked away, legs pulled up to her chest. Valeria chews on her bottom lip. Just look. Please. Just look at me baby, please.
“You look good, Eds.”
Her voice is soft and when her eyes finally lift, settling onto his, Eddie exhales. Her eyes sparkle just a little. Something floats still behind them--sadness or maybe something else, but in front of that is a spark. Just what Eddie needed. If he could keep that spark alive, he could keep Valeria. And it’s insane really. Eddie is insane--no two ways about it. He’s insane about Valeria and he’s insane to keep toying with her. But fear--damn fear is a strong motivator. But if he can keep the spark in her alive maybe it would buy him a little bit more time.
“Oh, a nickname to the nickname. Damn, I must be special,” he teases. It’s not what he wants to say. He wants to beg. Ask Valeria not to let him go. Tell her that he just needs a little bit more time. But instead, he cracks a joke. Because that’s what he always does. It’s what always saves him. It’s the easy choice.
Valeria scoffs, resting her chin on her knees. “You’re special alright. Certifiable some might say.”
“Then I wonder what it says about you?” He crosses the foot between his bed and closet to the edge of the bed. One knee falls into the mattress and Valeria watches him the whole way. “Don’t you think there’s something to be said about you too in all this?”
“Yeah, that I’m certifiable too.”
Eddie leans in, holding his weight up on one pressed down fist. He tucks a little bit of Valeria’s hair back behind her ear. “What are you wearing?”
“Jeans, corseted top. Boots. Nothing special.”
“Let me see. We can’t clash.”
Valeria snorts. “You’ll see tomorrow. Also, I think you should go with the leather jacket.”
“That’s a lot of leather going on in one outfit, don’t you think?”
“Some might say that occasional indulgence is doctor recommended.”
It’s Eddie’s turn to snort at Valeria’s comment, head dropping for a moment. As it does, he feels some of the hair he hadn’t gotten secured well enough in the elastic fall down. It doesn’t stand a chance though. Valeria’s moving the strands back behind his ears just as soon as they fall, palms pressing into his cheeks. Her nails--a perfect addition of pressure when she scratches lightly at his bearded jaw. Eddie’s stomach quivers at the touch.
Eddie watches her tongue dart out to lick her lips. It’s hanging again between them--the tension. Eddie tilts her head back with just a gentle press of his palm. “Can I kiss you?”
He needs permission because it’s reckless. To tell Valeria he dream of what they could have--love, a family, and then to tell her that he won’t take the leap because he’s too scared is a coward’s move and it’s smothered in the stench of assholery to ask for more. Knowing he can’t give her what she wants. But still wanting it all.
“You’ll want more.” It doesn’t sound accusatory as it falls from Valeria’s lips. It’s factual. Because Eddie will. He will always want more.
“Is that a yes?” Don’t take what’s not given, but damn do I want you to say yes--the thought echoes and echoes until Valeria’s voice interrupts it.
“I worked all day and then drove down. Rain check.”
There and gone. Eddie nods, smiling at Valeria. He thinks it might reach his eyes, but even he can feel how it may not fully reach either, like the corners of his mouth and eyes hit an invisible wall. “I’m sure you’re exhausted. My bed or the guest bedroom--your pick of the litter.”
“Probably the guest room.”
“Probably? No one’s kicking you out, sweetheart. We can just cuddle, do face masks, kill the pint of vanilla ice cream I have if sugar cookies aren’t going to cut it.”
“You do not have a pint.”
“Go hop in the shower and find out then, hmm. I’ll teach you a thing or two about doubting me.” Eddie laughs and this time it does feel real as he pats her ankle. This time it feels like what they’ve always had when Valeria narrows her gaze but unfurls herself. This time it feels real when she smacks his ass. It’s a loud pop and Eddie’s not sure what stings more, her hand, his ass, or the lead in his chest. Just give me one more shot, he almost says.
Eddie changes out of the outfit, tucking the items back onto their respective hangers. He knows Valeria won’t be terribly long in the shower. Tucked back into the sweatpants and tank, Eddie settles on the couch. The shower still runs, but Eddie can feel the buzz, the anxiety creeping up under his skin. He’s going to lose it all. Everything he had and what could’ve been is going to slip through his fingers. There’ll be nothing to catch it, not even a coffee table with a pint of ice cream and one spoon.
“Where’s your spoon?” Valeria questions, freshly showered. Her skin still echoes with warmth that Eddie feels covering his arm.
“Must’ve forgotten,” he laughs, but opens his mouth wider when Valeria holds out a spoonful for him to have.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she laughs. But that luck feels like it’s running out.
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It’s not a long drive to Indy. Eddie’s done it himself plenty of times in under two hours. He doesn’t even fuss for control of the radio. He’d rather listen to Valeria sing along to the songs, the Top 40 that she seems to keep on all the time. He’s sure that she must get tired of it. But he doesn’t get tired when she bounces in the passenger seat to Hey Ya. It’s maybe the second time it's been played since they started driving. It makes the drive that much more entertaining as Valeria chants, “What’s cooler than being cool? Ice cold!”
Eddie joins in on the second call-and-response because he can catch just out of the corner of his vision, Valeria motioning at him. It's noon now, sun high above them. They’d stop to get lunch at a place Eddie enjoyed and then get dinner at a little mom and pop shop that Valeria recommended. An even and fair approach to the impromptu day trip. The middle is sort of up in the air. Eddie has some places he likes to frequent--the tattoo shop he’s gotten all his ink done at, a couple of record shops. Valeria vaguely mentioned wanting to stop at a few boutiques. It feels remarkably normal as the cracks in the window allow air to seep through.
It feels remarkably normal, but Eddie knows that it’s not. Even as Valeria giggles at his stupid jokes over her plate of fries and a burger, Eddie knows it’s not normal. When Valeria drags Eddie into a boutique and he snatches a fun green dress and pleads for Valeria to try it on, it’s not normal. When Valeria saunters out in the dress, off the shoulder sleeves, ruffles, and cinched waist, and Eddie’s jaw drops, it is not normal. It’s not normal to feel his arousal in fingertips. It’s not normal to drop to his knees from the stool outside the dressing room.
“You’re getting that. I don’t care how. You are getting that,” Eddie breathes. But this isn’t normal because Eddie knows that something between them is different. But he’s going to pretend that it is normal. Because he wants it to be normal. He wants what they’ve always had.
Valeria takes a socked foot and presses her toes into his sternum. “Slow down there. Dress is sixty dollars. And I technically need one more size up.”
In the reflection now of the mirror, he can see how the zipper is still undone. She got it partially up but it does look like a squeeze. “XL?” Eddie asks, dragging his fingers over the bone of her ankle.
“1X actually. This one doesn’t stretch like I thought.”
Eddie arches his brow, fingers now dragging over her calf. He should be more worried about standing. The leather pants will not hide anything. But he doesn’t care. This is about keeping the little piece of normal going that they have. His pride be damned. “I’ll go look for it.”
“That’s if they sell plus sizes. I can normally get by on the extra large.”
“I’ll go look, yeah?”
“Don’t do anything stupid, Eddie,” Valeria demands. She drags her foot down his stomach, pressing right over his crotch. There’s no hiding it—his erection. But the press of her foot is just enough. It should hurt and it does. But it hurts in just the right way. He groans—long and drawn out but he doesn’t care.
“I am going to do so many stupid things,” Eddie whispers into her knee. But he doesn’t wait for Valeria’s response. Maybe she doesn’t even respond. He stands, careful to get her foot back to the floor and let her get stable. He prays this place has a 1X. He needs them to have that dress in the right size for her.
He darts back to the rack where he saw the item. Small, small, extra small, medium, medium, medium, large, extra large, extra large. His breath stops in his throat. No 1X. “Excuse me, miss,” Eddie starts, trying to flag down the one person he spots behind the register. When they look up, Eddie smiles and lifts the dress. “Do you happen to have this in a 1X?”
The woman glances down at the item. The seconds are long and Eddie swears his heart is going to leap out his chest. His grip keeps tightening around the thin plastic of the hanger. “Hmm we don’t normally sell plus size here.”
Of fucking course.
“But I think that designer just recently expanded sizing, actually. She works directly with us so we try to make good sales. Give me just a second!” With that the worker flies off to a back corner. Eddie watches, hearing the scratch of metal over metal. He leans out and notices a longer rack of clothes—one that might be used to wheel loads of clothes to be stocked on the floor but aren’t themselves racks to shop off of. But her fingers are quick and then she lifts up the green dress.
“Last one too!” the worker calls out.
“I’ll take it.” Relief isn’t the right word to name what Eddie feels. His limbs feel like they’re floating and then suddenly drop back to earth. He hangs the clothing item back into the rack and begins digging out his wallet to meet the worker at the register.
“One lucky lady,” the woman teases. She scans the tag before pulling the hanger out of the neckline. “How long have you two been together?”
Did it seem like decades to the outside world? There was no way others would be able to see how well they fit together, how natural the whole thing felt. What Eddie and Valeria had feels like lifetimes together. The reality is that they only had a few months, but there’s no way someone on the outside could see it. And even if someone could see it, there was no way that Eddie was going to burden some stranger about his own inability to get his life together. Eddie grins, “Feels like a lifetime but wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Maybe it’s too soft how he says it. The girl looks up at him, a pout settling on her lips. “That is so sweet. God, I’d kill for a love like that. When it does come, you definitely have to hold onto it.”
Eddie can only nod, passing along the bills for the dress. All the words are dried up on his tongue because he knows. As much as he didn’t want to fuck things up with Val, he might have already. A dress wouldn’t save them. Maybe nothing would save them now. But Eddie takes the bag, a smile plastered on his face. “The right person will come around soon,” he offers. Just don’t fuck it up like me. There’s no need to break the illusion for her though. Maybe she’d already suffered enough heartache. Eddie does believe in love for other people. She’d find the right person soon. It takes hope. And effort, but hoping is so much easier.
“Please tell me you didn’t.” Valeria’s laughter cuts through whatever rebuttal the worker had primed on her tongue. Eddie turns to see Valeria carrying the dress that was a size too small, glaring at him. Even though Valeria called the outfit simple, tried to shrug it off as something minimal, Eddie still couldn’t believe the sight in front of them. The royal blue of the top dazzles off her skin. The black jeans and boots only seal off the look in a way that when Valeria stands next to him, it makes him feel taller. Though she’s the one in the four inch platforms.
Valeria shakes her head as she smiles. She places the dress back on the rack, by passing Eddie completely before facing him again. “Eddie, please. It’s your birthday not mine.”
It takes him a moment to work his throat and mouth again--tongue drying a little out on him. Eddie shrugs. “My birthday was yesterday. It’s over now.”
“No it’s not,” Val huffs. “It’s not over until this concert is over.”
Eddie holds out his bent arm. “Too late. It is done. Where to next?”
Valeria takes a gentle hold of his crooked elbow. “Your pick, birthday boy.” Valeria presses a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. Her lips brush against his skin as she whispers, “Record store?”
Eddie slips his free hand around her fingers. It reminds him he’s alive, in the middle of a clothing store. He’s not gone yet. Neither is she. Valeria’s not gone either. “It’s a little far out. You sure there’s nothing else you want to see on this side while we’re out here. We could just walk around?”
“Are you going to complain about your feet in those boots?” Valeria snorts.
“These boots were made for walking,” Eddie returns, voice barely above a whisper. His nose brushes against Valeria’s forehead. This could be his. This could all be normal--for right now, it is. It is normal. And it is Eddie’s.
“Sure, I guess. There’s a cool vintage shop I think around the corner. Maybe you’ll find some new rings.”
“Worth a shot.” Neither one of them moves for a moment, still pressed close together in their own bubble. But Valeria shifts, straightening up and that’s all it takes for motions to set off. They give their thanks and goodbyes to the worker. Valeria leads them to the vintage shop. The click of her keys on her hip and the heel of Eddie’s boot echoes. The sound precedes them. From the vintage store, back to the truck, to the record store, to the restaurant for dinner. There’s the click and clack of their synced steps. When the venue fills with chatter, others laughter bubbling around them, Eddie can still hear Valeria. Her breaths, the clink of her earrings when she bobs or turns her head. Everything is attuned to her. Because Eddie just needs to hold a little bit longer, a little bit tighter.
Eddie takes her hand when the songs slow down, thumb rubbing over her skin. Valeria squeezes in return. This is all you could ever need, Munson. And just as the thought settles, he feels the ‘but’. It’s the undermine--the thing Eddie tells himself so he feels better about his lack of action. In reality, the ‘could’ should be replaced. This is all he needs, but he fails to act on it, to make it a reality.
“...my drink? Edide?”
Eddie blinks, turning his head just a little to see Valeria looking at him, her lashes long and thick. The bass is still vibrating through the speakers. “What was that?” he shouts back to heard over the music.
“My drink,” she calls out. “Do you want the rest of it? I’m stuffed after dinner and the beer’s gonna disagree with me if I keep piling on more.” Her laughter just catches onto his eardrums.
Eddie holds out his empty cup and nods. “I’ll see what I can do for ya.”
“You don’t have to, if you don’t want.”
Eddie shakes his head, unraveling his fingers from hers to take her cup and stacking it into his own. About half of it is gone already, it shouldn’t be too hard. But even Eddie will admit that he might not have space for it after the slice of apple pie at dinner. “That cup alone was half my water bill, it’s getting drunk.”
Valeria pats his stomach. “Don’t bust your gut though.”
“Ha ha,” Eddie returns. “A true comedian you are.”
“I know!” Her smile is bright and Eddie catches it even in the dimmed lights of the theater. His face warms as if he were standing out in the sun on a summer day. His rebuttal catches in his throat and he can only manage an eye roll before slipping his arm around her shoulders. She tucks herself back into his side, arms winding around his waist in the process. It feels like a cocoon--the shared warmth of their bodies. Eddie never has to leave this. He can stay here, with Valeria’s breath tickling just a little at his neck, listening to bands he’s loved since he was a teenager. It’s all this moment needs.
It’s an awkward shuffle out of the venue. Eddie doesn’t want to leave just yet, wants to soak in every last echoing sound of the instruments. Wants to feel his bottles rattle to a stop, but they’re at the start of the row just about and there’s some guys to Eddie’s left that turn and he knows they’re looking to get out. Valeria and Eddie should too. It’s still a two hour drive back to Hawkins. So he follows behind Valeria, climbing up the step. Once outside he stops, tugging on Valeria’s hand to pause her too and turns to stare at the building. They haven’t dropped from the curb just yet to head back to Eddie’s truck. The seal of the moment hasn’t been broken. Once they step out into the parking lot, the reality all comes back. But until then, the cocoon remains intact.
“Not ready to go just yet?” Valeria asks.
“Gotta soak it all in,” Eddie returns. Because it is one part ritual for Eddie just to take a few extra seconds to soak in the adrenaline, to let the thundering of his chest still slowly. Eddie tugs on Valeria’s hand.
“Yes, Eddie?”
He tugs again and she steps in closer. Eddie’s faster, cupping her jaw with his palms to bring her in even closer. “Have I told you thank you?” He knows he hasn’t and as Valeria goes to speak, he’s already talking. Mouth moving faster than his brain at this point. The words are just falling. “Because thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chants, kissing her lips with each phrase. The kisses get longer and long.
She had a piece gum at some point, Eddie can tell. Her breath minty against what should've been the bitter bite of beer. But Eddie doesn’t really care. He’s just lost in the softness of her lips. The way Valeria ever so tentatively lets Eddie lick up into her mouth and melts into his embrace. Eddie knows when Valeria pulls out of the kiss first, slowly and with pecks to soothe the separation, he’s going to thank her properly. Because that’s how the moment should be savored, down to the last drops on his tongue.
“You’re welcome, Eddie,” she whispers against his lips.
“Don’t thank me just yet. Haven’t thanked you properly yet.”
“Oh, I. No, I don’t--”
“Please,” Eddie interrupts, hands slipping from her face down to her waist. He continues on, soothing her sides. “Please,” he whispers. It doesn’t even sound like Eddie. The whine in his own throat sounds desperate and sure Eddie is desperate to have Valeria again, make her come undone on his tongue, his fingers, his cock. But he won’t push her. He’ll plead but whatever she says now will override any desire he has.
“It’s two hours back to your place,” Valeria laughs.
“You say that like I don’t know, sweetheart. But there’s motels around here.”
She shakes her head. “Gonna make you wait.”
Eddie groans, taking a small nibble at her plump bottom lip. “You fucking tease.”
“And I’m driving back.”
“Oh, fuck off,” Eddie barks out between tufts of laughter. “That’s not fair.”
Valeria takes Eddie by the back of his head and brings his gaze to hers. “Never said it would be.”
The words bring a shiver to Eddie’s spine. But all he can do is close his eyes on the shaky exhale. Never said it would be. Eddie’s not sure if it’s a threat or a promise, but he likes the sound of both. None of this was probably fair but they were doing it anyway. Hell, Eddie would in a heartbeat. It may not be fair, but it for damn sure wasn’t going to stop Eddie.
Eddie slips the keys into her pockets, giving it a heavy handed pat. “Then let’s get this show on the road, hmm, darling?”
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Eddie doesn’t waste time. It’s a pride of his to know in his older age that he doesn’t waste too much time--he’ll waste some, but never too much. The clocks are ticking up and past one in the morning, but all Eddie is focused on is Valeria. She sighs into his open mouth. He swallows it down. If he could tuck Valeria up under his ribs, he would. If he could carry Valeria in his fingertips, he would. Eddie drinks in every sound. Valeria giggles at the tickle of his scruff at her neck and it makes his bones vibrate. He could fall apart right then and there when Valeria laughs.
“What’s so funny huh?” Eddie laughs in her neck.
“Just tickles,” Valeria hums.
Eddie skates his fingers over the soft skin of her belly, biting at the skin of her breast. Valeria gasps at the sensation but he can hear the smile in voice and that’s all that matters. All that matters is the way when Eddie takes, Valeria gives. All that matters is when Eddie gives, Valeria takes. Valeria’s nails trail over the skin of his back and shoulders, to his chest. Whatever fear he could have about the scars always melts away. Valeria touches him like glass, like she can’t quite believe it’s him in her hands. And while it might seem frustrating, Eddie appreciates the tenderness. It reminds him that there are people who still care. There are still people who may want to consume but they do not do so maliciously. There are some people who may want to pour back. It’s a rarity, but Eddie knows he needs the reminder.
The fire in Eddie’s gut only burns brighter. It’s messy, Valeria dripping down on his chin, but he doesn’t care. Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling like she can’t get him close enough. Maybe she can’t. Maybe Eddie can’t be close enough either. He holds her legs down, knowing Valeria likes to buck. But this isn’t about something quick and dirty. This is about taking their time--sunlight and responsibilities be damned. Eddie’s going to drink down every drop.
“Fuck,” Valeria whines, high in her throat.
Eddie can hear the strain in her voice. He laughs into her thighs, leaning up to watch Valeria’s heaving chest. “You doing okay up there, princess?” Eddie lazily drags a finger on her inner thigh.
“Better than okay,” Valeria hums. “So fucking good.”
“Oh, that’s what I like to hear,” Eddie grins before licking another stripe up Valeria’s cunt. She quakes when his tongue hooks around her clit. And though Valeria teased him by making him behave on the two hour drive because she was driving, Eddie is also going to tease her back by lapping from her--slowly, let his own body feed from her pleasure.
Everything her body can take Eddie wants. Eddie doesn’t care how he gets it. He’s always been one up for an adventure. But he must admit, when Valeria drags him up her body, still heaving from her orgasm, and seals their lips together in a kiss, Eddie thinks it’s going to be a reprieve. He thinks maybe they’ll just take a minute or two. What he’s not expecting is Valeria’s push up, hooking one leg around his waist and then onto his back Eddie goes. It’s not without a laugh, not without his own tease and wiggle of his brow.
“Oh, what a view,” he hums as Valeria settles on his waist.
“How does it feel down there?” she laughs.
“It’s a cool 50 degrees down here, I’d say.”
“Prepare for a warm front.”
He wants to ask what specifically that means but the words don’t get off his tongue before Valeria’s teasing him with her fingers. Eddie twitches in her hand, anticipation of what she might do next seeping into his skin and dripping into the sheets. Valeria leans in, mouth opening but she just breathes. Right over Eddie’s face. He whines, not meaning to, and Valeria tightens her hand around his cock. She mocks his whine just a little, laughing. “Cat got your tongue?”
“No,” Eddie heaves out. “A pretty vixen has my dick though in her hands and I would really appreciate anything she wants to give me though.”
“A wordsmith, aren’t you?”
“I try.” The words all take every ounce of Eddie’s strength to get out. Valeria’s started to lazily stroke him. It’s wet, more than he’s sure his own precum but he doesn’t dare think about Valeria reaching between her own legs to lube him up. No, the thought would absolutely make Eddie blow his load in half a second.
The tugs increase in pace, tighter and a little faster. More and more until Eddie’s throwing his head back against the pillows. “Shit, shit, shit, Valeria, please,” he cries out. The pace doesn’t feel like it’s sustainable like something’s going to give, either Eddie or Valeria, but so far, Valeria grins against him. Maybe she won’t tire out anytime soon.
“Please what? Need full words, baby.”
“Please,” Eddie huffs. “Anything. I’ll take fucking anything, honey. Shit.” His toes are curling. Everything in his lower gut is on fire and he swears he’s never going to actually feel anything like this again. Nothing can be as good as this.
“Anything anything?” Valeria asks.
Eddie can only nod, eyes screwed up tight, holding her hips in his hands. She’s so close, hovering right over him. He can feel the occasional drip onto his length adding more slick to the mess between them. “Anything,” he whimpers.
Valeria sinks, a sigh leaving her lips and Eddie’s eyes fly open. “Oh shit,” he huffs. Valeria lifts up and then settles again, hips grinding. Her warmth spreads like wildfire. Eddie’s clawing at Valeria to get her to bounce on him again, to create a rhythm that they can both enjoy. But she’s content for the moment just to grind.
“Tsk, tsk,” Valeria mocks from above him. “Don’t be greedy.”
“Oh, fuck, easy for you to say,” Eddie returns. He wants more bite in the words, but he can’t get it out. All he can do is pant and pray. Eddie’s floating. He feels it before he can name it. But his head it gone from his shoulder and he doesn’t care that Valeria mocks his every sound. He doesn’t care that her teeth are bruising his skin. He doesn’t care that he’s lost all his senses. All that fucking matters is feeling the hot breath on his skin. All that matters is the way Valeria bounces on him, a greedy pace that makes him feel needed. How desperate it is just to be needed no matter the format, but Eddie’s beyond a rational understanding. There’s nothing rational left here as the room fills with the echoes of their moans.
“Holy--” The swear doesn’t get enough air from Eddie before he can cums. All the air leaves his lungs as Valeria works atop him, hips rising and falling back onto his length. Maybe Eddie got this whole thing wrong. Maybe instead of getting everything Valeria had, she was going to get everything he had. Maybe they’d always wind up like this, giving and taking and giving and taking all in equal measures. Valeria falls into his chest, panting in her own right. She shivers against him and Eddie wraps her up tight in his arms. It’s a give and a take.
“Do you want pancakes in the morning?” Eddie asks into her temple after they’ve cleaned up. It took a few minutes before either one of them got feeling back into their limbs but it did happen eventually.
Valeria nods, curled into Eddie’s side. “You got blueberries?”
“I can do that for you.” It shouldn’t be too hard. Eddie can wake before she does and go out to the store to get a cartoon or maybe it would be better to get a frozen bag. But either way, Eddie feels himself drifting into sleep thinking about Valeria in his arms.
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The thing about their goodbyes is that when they should be permanent, they never feel that way. At least not with Eddie and Valeria. There’s something underneath them that always says more, says it’s goodbye just for now. Maybe this time will be like all the others. Eddie holds Valeria in the doorframe, in the liminal space of inside and outside his trailer. “You’ll still call, right?” Eddie asks. He needs those. What would fill his days if not for work and Valeria.
“I’ll still call,” Valeria promises. She looks at him, eyes swimming and Eddie knows. He knows that things are shifting. It feels like an earthquake beneath his feet that one one else can feel. This goodbye won’t be like the others because the thing neither one of them demands at that goodbye is how frequent the calls will be. And maybe Eddie knew it was a good idea not to ask. Maybe even in all his disbelief he still knows the ultimate outcome. A week from the concert and Eddie only gets five calls. They’re just as long as they’ve always been, but not every day. Two weeks from the concert and the calls drop from five to four. Then four to three. Three to two.
Two months pass and it feels like a drought. The calls happen, usually once a week. And then they shorten. It’s passing on how they’re doing--abbreviated retellings of the mechanic’s shop and the store. It’s just enough to feel like it’s a substantive conversation but not what they used to be--what would take hours, only take thirty minutes tops. The bottom of the barrel becomes higher and higher in their conversation more and more silences that feel much too awkward than before. The air is thick. Valeria’s breathing has filled Eddie’s ears for the past two minutes and she keeps stopping and starting her sentences.
“Cat got your tongue?” Eddie teases. “Did you eat chocolate? You know you’re mildly allergic to it right?”
Valeria laughs. It’s the first time Eddie’s heard it in weeks this full and this loud. It makes his chest tight at the sound and he’s so fucking thankful for it in the moment, he exhales deeply into the receiver. “No, no chocolate, Eddie.”
“Damn, I was sort of hoping maybe you had so you could finally answer my question about what’s your favorite M&M.”
This bout of laughter is deeper and Eddie feels his body sag in relief. He’s on a fucking roll and it feels so much better. Eddie feels like he can breathe. “The answer is clearly the red ones.”
“Atta girl,” Eddie cheers. Their laughter is shared and soft. Just as quickly as the tension is cut it returns. Eddie reclines into the wall next to his fridge. He hasn’t forgotten what Valeria said at the start of his call. How he barely got his greeting out before Valeria was barrelling through hers. “You said you called because you had something to tell me.”
Eddie tries not to panic when Valeria agrees that she does has something to tell him. Because it was coming--the end. It was always coming and it marched so freely because Eddie didn’t do anything to stop it. He was too chicken shit to do anything. Even if the world was going to shift again at least this time he would have nothing left to hold onto it. Maybe the world would just swallow him whole.
“It’s-I don’t know how to say this.”
“Just like always, putting one word in front of the other, sweetheart.”
“But it’s--it’s going to change everything.”
It’s at that sound that Eddie pushes back up. He’s not sure if he’s bracing himself for the inevitable or there’s the last spring of hope he’s holding onto surfacing. “Change everything?”
“I’m-I’m pregnant, Eddie.”
Yeah, there’s that earth swallowing him whole and spitting him out on his face. But it’s the one fucking thing he needs. It’s ice water on his face. It’s a broken nose. It’s the time Wayne had to buzz his hair back in middle school because he’d gotten it so tangled up that no one could really get it back into order.
A reset. A hard one that that.
A wake up call.
“Do you plan to keep the baby?” Eddie asks.
“I-I want to, yes. But I know you don’t necessarily want kids.”
“I want this kid,” Eddie confesses softly.
“No, you don’t have to do that. Tammie and Chels are willing to help me out.”
“Val, I’m not just saying anything. I want to be there for you and for my kid. I love you, you know that right?”
The words are out again before Eddie can process what they actually will do and mean. But he’d already been dropped on his face once today, learning that Valeria was pregnant with his kid. What was a second drop in the grand scheme of things.
“But not like that,” Valeria deflects.
“No,” Eddie returns stern. He doesn’t need her to assume anything anymore. Assumptions had gotten them in this place—at least on Eddie’s part. He’s assumed his way into this mess but he wouldn’t let it get worse. Not when a closed door cracked again. It wouldn’t do that too many more times. “Exactly like that. I fucked up before. I’m not going to fuck up twice. I love you, Valeria. Do you hear me? I love you. You were leaving and I did nothing to make you stay. I didn’t show effort. I just wanted to keep things like they were and hope bare minimum was enough. It wasn’t. It wasn’t enough and fuck, I’m not doing that again. I’m not asking you to pity. I just need you to hear me. I’m sorry. You were right. Effort is so important and you’re important. And I’m sorry I let you go.”
“I mean I left. I wasn't going to hurt myself if you weren’t ready to commit. I know that sounds harsh. I was walking away, Eddie. But the thing I wouldn’t do is lie to you. I wouldn’t try to hide anything from you.”
It’s not that it’s harsh. It just stings. Valeria had walked away—not all at once but things had shifted between them. Eddie didn’t fight the current. He had no reason too when Valeria asked if their relationship would ever reach for more he’d all but stomped it out. It’s not penance; it’s just a natural consequence. Every action has a reaction. “You are never one to mince words.”
“I’m sorry Eddie. I just wanted to tell you. You deserve to know.”
“Don’t.” Eddie knows that tone. A resolution she’s decided well before this conversation. “That’s still my kid. I know I messed up but please don’t cut me out of my own kid’s life.”
“No, no. I didn’t—I’m sorry. I meant it like you should know. You need to know so we can decide what to do next, ya know?”
“I’m a fool. I’ll admit. I am the court fucking jester but I—the thought that I’m a dad or going to be a dad. It means everything.” It’s the first time he’s thought about it like that. He’s going to be a dad. He’s going to have a kid—come hell or high water. He blinks back tears. Some fall over his lash line and he doesn’t move to clear them. “I can do this. I can do it right. I promise Val. I can.”
“I know you can, Eddie. I’ve always known. I just—I had to take you at your actions before. I still do.” Her voice cracks, the wet sound of her tears thickening her voice.
“I’ll show it. I’ll put in the work.” It’s silent. Eddie wonders if Valeria’s silence is bad but he barrels on before he can think too much about it. “How long have you known?” Eddie asks.
“About a month? Missed my period a couple of times and thought something was up. Took some at home tests. I go in two weeks to the OBGYN to see if I am for sure.”
“What day?”
“Friday, the 16th at 11 AM.”
“Text me the address, okay? I’ll be there. I’m going to be there for everything, I swear, Val.” He knows they’ll have to discuss if anyone is moving, which will mostly likely be him. He’d hate to uproot her in the middle of something like this. He could find another shop to work at. Eddie can and will do whatever necessary now to ensure he doesn’t let Valeria slip through his fingers again.
“I’ll text it to you. Promise. And I’m sorry. For dropping a bomb like this on you.”
Eddie giggles. Sure it is a bomb, and not what he anticipated when she said she had news, but at this point it is what it is. There’s no going back. “I’m sorry to have done it to you.” The smile is evident in his voice.
“No, you’re not. Admit it. Just fucking admit it,” Valeria laughs.
“I mean, if you’re yanking my leg. The picture of you pregnant is pretty hot so less sorry. But we probably should’ve been more careful.” He can’t remember if there was a condom involved or not. He was usually more on top of it, even if his sex life was inactive aside from Valeria. It was important to keep up with the expiration dates and keep them on hand. It’s not like Eddie can even blame the alcohol. He’d barely finished the second beer. He was in most rights in his right mind.
“It’s the antibiotics I was on, according to the nurses I spoke with. I’d just finished some two days before seeing you due to a root canal and they can make birth control less effective. As we now see.”
“Oh shit. I didn’t even know that. How—how are you? I mean this for real. I don’t want bullshit, Val. Not after what I know.”
Her exhale crackles through the receiver. The beats feel long—like stretched out taffy that keeps stretching and keeps stretching. He thinks the moment may never break and then Valeria speaks. “I’m scared, Eddie. I’m so fucking scared.”
Eddie spins, dropping his head into the wall, voice falling into a whisper as he speaks. God, he so wishes he was there with her. Not that he thinks she’d want him there immediately. But he wishes he could be. “Hey, it’s alright to be scared. I’m the biggest scaredy cat there is. Being afraid is okay. What’s got scared you?”
“Everything. We live in different cities. I have no clue how to take care of a baby. Morning sickness is a bitch. I’m starving but I can’t keep anything down. Haven’t pooped in a week. Pregnancy really isn’t all it’s glammed up to be.”
“Not shitting for a week and not being able to keep anything down sounds horrendous. It’s okay if you feel a little insane right now. Are you off tomorrow?”
“Yeah. I am.”
“How far are Tammie and Chels from you?”
“They’re planning to come over anyway, tomorrow.”
“Okay, good, good. What time?”
“One, I think. What-what are you doing, Eddie?”
He shakes his head, though she can’t see it. He knows that she knows. It’s who they are together--sentiment of each other in ways that should be creepy. “Can you get water down?”
“It’s a fight some days. But you’re changing the subject. Eddie, what are you planning?”
“Nothing, Val. I just want to make sure you’re okay, since I can’t be there.” From the living room, Eddie catches the chime of his phone. It goes off once. A text and he thinks it’s just the address Valeria promised to send, so he doesn’t bother going to look at the message. “For your appointment on the 16th, would you-would you be okay if I stayed the weekend with you? I want to talk properly. Face-to-face.”
“Yeah, that’d be okay. I think it would be good to talk.”
His phone chimes again and this time, Eddie does look in the direction. Not too many people had his cell phone number. The kids did, Harrington, Buckley, Older Wheeler, Byers, and Valeria. Gareth had it for emergencies--namely about the shop. And no one texted him. He was shit at it--hated it in the way that he had muster through it when absolutely necessary but much preferred just talking to someone.
“There’s two addresses I sent. I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess,” Valeria states. There’s a bit of something that catches at the end and from far away, Eddie catches a cough.
“You okay?”
“I think one of my neighbors is cooking fish and the smell is getting to me. It’s-” Another gag interrupts her. “It’s gonna be a long night.”
“Tell your neighbors I told them no more seafood. They can fight me on it.”
Valeria laughs--soft and mostly from her nose it sounds. “I’ll tell them. I’m sorry to cut this so abruptly. But it’s gonna get bad over here in a minute and I don’t think you want the sounds of someone vomiting in your ear.”
“I would. For you. But if you gotta go, I get it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I thought you weren’t planning anything, hmm?”
Eddie catches what sounds like a smile in her voice. He grins. “Just take care of yourself, Valeria.”
“See you tomorrow, Eddie.”
Eddie listens to the dial tone for several minutes after the phone call ends. A static in his ears but the longer he stays on the line, the longer he has with Valeria. Tomorrow, he’s got to get his life together for tomorrow. Eddie slams his phone back onto the receiver and scurries to his phone. The first message comes through and mentions Dr. Johnson is Suite 1121. But then he reads the second address, Apartment 23C. Tomorrow.
“Eddie?” Gareth answers on the third ring. “You alright, dude? You never use your cellphone.”
“Can you cover for me this weekend at the shop and the weekend starting the 16th?”
“Yeah, yeah of course. Is everything okay?”
“I-It’s Valeria.”
“Val? I thought--it’s been months.”
“She’s, uh, well, she’s pregnant and I really have to be there. I’m gonna have a kid.” The sentence makes his face lift, a grin pressing at the corners of his mouth.
“Fuck, dude. Congrats! Yeah, yeah, I got this weekend and the 16th. No worries. If you need anything else, let me know!”
“I will. Thanks, Gareth.”
Eddie’s expecting--well, he doesn’t really know what he’s expecting when he knocks on Valeria’s door. Maybe she lied. Maybe she’d kick him out and tell him to fuck off. He saw her car, but he doesn’t know what Tammie and Chels drive well enough to know if he’s going to be greeted by the lot of them once the door opens. Either way, Eddie raps his fist against the door, waits two, maybe three seconds and then brings his hands back up to knock again.
Just before his fist connects, the locks click and the door swings open. Valeria stands, face a little hollowed, but still with the cascade of dark brown corkscrew curls. They’re pulled to the top of her head and fall like bangs against her forehead. She smiles, stepping back behind the door. The gray t-shirt displays a college on it; it’s a little baggy, but still fits her mostly well. “Hi, Eddie. I’m sorry I’m such a mess right now.”
“No, no, you’re not a mess,” Eddie returns, gesturing to see if he’s okay to come in. Valeria nods. “It’s early.”
Eddie’s hit with the small of something like vanilla, maybe something deeper too. And around the edges of the scent, it smells of cleaner. The apartment is bright, thanks to the blinds being open. The couch is dark brown, blue throw pillows. A white knitted blanket is thrown over the back of it. The wooden TV stand holds a decent size TV, DVD cases resting on it. Eddie slips out of his shoes quickly, noting her hardwood floors though she has a thick shaggy rug in the living room.
“You didn’t have to clean for me,” Eddie laughs. He slips the duffle bag off his shoulders and places it right in front of the couch.
“Needed to clean anyways. You hungry?”
“I-I ate already. Thanks.” There’s a couple feet between them, Valera leaning against one of her bookcases--there’s two slender ones on the side resting against the wall between the two outward facing windows. Eddie stands still near the door.
Valeria nods, arms folding under her chest. Her gaze doesn’t lift up to meet his. Eddie feels like he’s intruding, but she did agree to this. “I’m-I’m going to try and fail with some toast. Bathroom’s down the hall, first on the left. Whatever’s in the kitchen is free for you to consume. Feel free to watch whatever too.”
Eddie takes a tentative step forward, fingers just brushing over her forearm. “Valeria, can you look at me?”
She lifts her head, slowly. She looks tired--more so than Eddie’s ever seen her. Eddie cups her cheeks, thumbs brushing the bottoms of her eyes. It makes his chest ache. He hopes she hasn’t been like this for the entire month and he hopes it won’t last the entire pregnancy either. “That’s it darling,” he praises once her sight is level on him.
“I’m glad you’re here.” It’s a soft whisper but Eddie catches it all the same. Her lower lip wobbles and before the tears even fall, Eddie hears it. The truth of the matter is that she’s scared and while she had friends, it was still a lot.
“I’m happy to be here too. But you can let it out now, okay? I’m here.”
Valeria falls into his body, face buried into junction between his shoulder and neck. She shakes--like a leaf in a winter wind, Valeria shudders against him. “I don’t want to do this alone,” she sobs.
“You won’t. You won’t do this alone. I’m here. Tammie’s here. Chels is too. You’re not alone.”
“Promise? I know it’s stupid. But I—,”
Eddie cups be back of her head, brushing ever so gently at the hairs at the nape of her neck. If only he could take the shakes, if only Eddie could pull the dead out of her bones. “No. It’s not stupid. I promise I’ll be here for you. You won’t be alone.”
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Eddie’s early. He knows that--knew it the moment he left his house at 7 in the morning. But he hadn’t been able to fall back asleep. He woke around 4:30 in the morning, a thick heat consuming his chest. He turned the fan up, cracked open a window, but nothing brought in enough of a chill to allow him to drift back to sleep. When his clock ticked over to 6, he called it--showered, got dressed, ate breakfast and then got on the road. Being early be damned, Eddie was not going to show up late to this. Besides, the earlier he was the more time they had to talk. It seemed like all they did these days--talk, trying to plan out a future even when it seems so daunting.
The front door has become an all too familiar sight. It’s a little after 9 now so Eddie knocks--twice and then waits. Valeria’s usually not far when he knocks. Just like always, the door opens a couple beats later. Valeria’s face is a little fuller now. She can keep food down more consistently now. But still struggles with seafood and beef. Eddie’s just grateful she’s not barfing up everything she eats anymore.
“Come here often?” Eddie smiles.
“Apparently you do.” Valera waves him inside. He toes off his shoes and drops the bag down in front of the couch. “Sorry to make you do this trek so much.”
“No, you need the appointments. I don’t mind. Besides, I’m sure the guys at the shop are thankful to get rid of me for a couple days here and there.”
“As long as you’re sure. Hungry? I just finished up some french toast and don’t mind sharing.”
Eddie nods, finger tips warm and itching to pull at one of the curls. He resists though. The casual displays of physical intimacy are at a snails pace. They hugged, occasionally held hands, but it was clearly a line that Valeria wasn’t going to cross soon so Eddie does his best to respect that limit. “I can go for a piece, if you’re sharing.”
Valeria’s kitchen is smaller than Eddie’s, a byproduct of the way the kitchen is sectioned off from the rest of the apartment. But it’s cozy to be in--the counters are lined with kitchen utensils in holders, flowers (a set that Eddie sent a few days prior and then another set that he’s not sure where they came from). There’s plates and bowls set out with the french toast, a fruit salad made by hand, and bacon in them. “Bacon okay too?”
“Fine with me.” Eddie hadn’t eaten much before leaving, knowing Valeria would offer up something once he arrived. If feeding someone is a love language, Valeria speaks it fluently. Eddie doesn’t mind though. He’s learned to speak it--accepting the offerings, finishing off what Valeria swears she can’t. If the stress weren’t getting to him like it was, he’s sure he would’ve gained ten pounds.
“Everything okay? You look like you’re being haunted.”
Eddie takes the stretched out plate, watching the way her eyes assess him. They would always get each other. “Worried sick about you some days and making sure we can do this, feasibly, you know.”
“About that,” Valeria starts, sighing a little. Her own fork clinks as she assembles her plate too.
“Yeah,” Eddie agrees when she looks at him. Her eyes say it all--we’re going to have to do something, make some sort of change.
There’s a moment of silence. Like neither one of them truly wants to crack open the surface. Nothing changes if they don’t go deeper. Valeria speaks first and the moment finally cuts loose from their shared fear. “I could move to Hawkins. Try and transfer to that GAP.”
Eddie scoffs, sliding his plate onto the dining room table before facing Valeria fully. He gets the gesture, what she’s probably offering, but the last thing he want if for Valeria to be miserable. “You’d hate living in Hawkins, Val. I’ve lived there my whole life and it’s not getting better.”
“Well, I don’t want you to sacrifice the car shop. You’re managing the shop. All your friends are there in Hawkins.”
“I’m not pulling you away from the people who can support you right now. You said so yourself you don’t want to do this alone. Tammie and Chels are your rocks right now and I think it’s important you feel supported.”
“You matter too, Eddie. I’m sure Steve and Robin are keeping you sane right now.”
“They are,” he admits. He talked to either one of them at least once a day. Buckley is ecstatic at the prospect of a tiny human addition. But Harrington, Harrington was keeping Steve on the straight and narrow. There were many times Eddie found himself in the aisle in the grocery store staring at the bottles. His fingers itched to grab one, thinking if he could just forget the fear and the anxiety it make things so much easier. Harrington’s cellphone number is etched into the tips of Eddie’s fingers from how many times he’s dialed it. Eddie doesn’t really want to drink. He just wants something to take the edge off. Drinking was stupid though.
“Is that why you’re building muscle? Challenging Steve now?”
Eddie lets himself clamber backwards into the edge of the dining room table at the jab to his bicep. He hisses like it hurts, though it doesn’t. “Be careful. I’m sensitive.”
Valeria snorts, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. “Need someone to rub your back?”
Eddie lets the tuft of laughter fall from his lips. “Harrington’s suggested I go to the gym when I feel…out of it.”
“Out of it?”
Eddie shrugs, pushing up to help her. He closes the cabinet for her and pulls out the jug of orange juice. “Out of it…you’re not the only one scared. I worry I’m going to fuck it all up. When that happens, I think about doing stupid shit.”
“Stupid shit? Eds, I don’t--you can talk to me.”
“It’s not that I think about drinking myself to death. But just. It’s stupid.”
“So you think about drinking? When you’re out of it?”
Eddie nods at the question. “Dad was an alcoholic. Never violent. Just…couldn’t function without it sometimes.”
Her eyes widen, the realization falling deeply onto her face. “No, no, you talk to me, Eddie. Okay? You call me. I don’t care what time it is. You call me, okay? Please.”
Eddie wants to recoil. Her fingers are cold from the juice, but her hold is firm and Eddie can only nod. “I’ll call you. When it gets bad.”
“You promise?”
“Yeah, I promise.”
Valeria nods. Her eyes stern, but her runs her hands down Eddie’s arm. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you can’t talk to me.”
“I don’t--it’s just I know you’re dealing with a lot. I don’t want to make it seem like I’m piling on.”
“You don’t. It’s a me thing.” Because it’s Eddie’s own anxieties. He knows he could talk to Valeria, but he doesn’t want to add on when she may not have the capacity. “I don’t want to burden you.”
“You’re not a burden, Eddie. A pain in my ass, but never a burden.”
“Sometimes I forget there’s a difference.” Eddie’s not sure where that came from, when the lines had gotten blurred from him. But it’s the truth. He’d spent so much time trying not to be a bother, that he couldn’t tell when people wanted him around sometimes.
Valeria steps in closer, body pressing flush into his. There’s just a few inches between their faces, but Valeria closes that gap too, pressing her forehead into his. Eddie encases her waist with his arms. It’s a slightly strange feeling, the slight bump of her stomach pressed into his. “Then let me remind you of the difference, okay?”
“Okay,” Eddie whispers, eyes fluttering close. Valeria goes to pull away, but Eddie squeezes. He doesn’t want to let her go just yet. “Can I have one more minute?”
“Of course, you can.”
Eddie misses this, holding her close. He’s missed the way she slots against him, head tucking into his shoulder. They’re like puzzle pieces slotted together to bring to life a fuller picture. Her breath tickles against his neck, but Eddie leans into the feeling. It lets him know she’s still real.
“Did you get a new body wash?” Valeria asks after a minute.
“Is it bad?”
“No, no, it smells really good.”
Eddie snorts. “Yeah, it’s new.”
“Smells good enough to eat.”
“No, that’s what your french toast is for. You can’t make our baby a cannibal without their consent first.” Eddie noses her temple. She still smells the same. Always has. It’s a true solace. When he leaves, his clothes still smell like her and he can carry the scent for a day or two longer in his jacket and hair of the candles she burns, the perfume she wears on occasion. Eddie cups the back of her head, lips pressing into the warm skin of her forehead. “We’ll make it, right?”
“We have so far. I have faith,” Valeria returns. There’s no hesitation in her response and Eddie thinks maybe he can believe that too. They resume their breakfast, hands finding each others under the table, sitting shoulder to shoulder instead of across from each other.
“Do you think moving into Indy is a good idea?” Eddie poses. He’s situated at Valeria’s vanity as she scraps through all the items in her closet. She pulls out a sweater--baby blue, and holds it up in front of her. “It’s cute.”
Valeria huffs and throws it back into the closet. “You said that about the last top. And I don’t think it’s a bad one. When are you thinking about it? My lease is up in April, another two months.”
Eddie’s situation was a tad more complicated. He’d paid off the mortgage on the trailer a few years ago, but he was still paying the land rent. If he wanted to move, he’d have to find a way to sell the trailer. Which wouldn’t be terrible, but it would be tedious. “Is this about the sweater or something else?”
“I don’t feel like any of my clothes fit right.”
“You’re growing a baby. Things are going to grow and change for a little bit. I really do think the blue top is the right one.”
Valeria nods and pulls it back out. “So Indy? You’re sure about that?”
“It’s close enough to home. Neither one of us has bullshit from our hometowns toto worry about. Still close enough that folks can visit.”
“What do you think about Franklin? Closer to Indy, but maybe not as crowded?”
“Oh, God, babe,” Eddie fakes a gag. “No. We are both not built for a town like that.”
Valeria snorts, slipping into a pair of black leggings. “Okay, fair. Franklin may not be our cup of tea. But you sure you want to dive into city life? A small town boy like yourself,” Valeria’s voice dips into a slight, albeit slightly off Southern twang.
Eddie pushes up, noticing a slight struggle Valeria’s diving into with the pants. He kneels in front of her, hand coming to her knee to settle her squirming. Eddie pulls the excess fabric up and off her heels. He then stands to help get the rest up her hips. “I think it’s time for the small town boy like me to get the hell out of there.” Satisfied that the pants are up and straight, he taps the end of her nose. “Gold earrings?”
“When do I ever go for anything different?”
“Never. Can I choose?”
“Yeah, absolutely.”
Eddie heads over to the vanity, fingers tracing over her jewelry. “Leave the shoes alone and let me get them please.” He spots her glare in the mirror and laughs as she settles onto the edge of the bed. It’s not a hard choice, Eddie’s always gravitated to simple. But he still reviews each pair of earrings before settling on a pair of gold holds with her name written on the inside of them.
“You know I’m not so pregnant I can’t do this by myself.”
“And do I look like I give a shit?” Eddie returns, grabbing a pair of slip on Vans for her.
“Not in the slightest,” she sighs. “So Indy?”
“If you’re okay with it?” Eddie counters, helping her into her shoes. “No, let’s go. We have an appointment to make. A baby to see!”
Valeria takes his outstretched hands. “I think it’s a boy.”
“Nah,” Eddie laughs. “Totally a girl.”
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She told him he could do this. Yet his fingers still shake. His body tells him to call Harrington like he always does when it gets like this. But he watches Valeria’s name in the phone in slightly blurry vision. The grocery store is a shitty place to have a moment like this, but it’s where Eddie finds himself. In another month Valeria’s lease will lapse. She’s already started selling some things in her house. Eddie’s still hasn’t found someone to take over the trailer. Hasn’t started packing up anything. They have a place they like in Indy, but are on the waitlist until June. In the meantime, Valeria’s taking a position at The GAP in the mall and Eddie’s transitioning Gareth and Jeff to take over the shop.
But Eddie hasn’t done a goddamn thing to get movement on the trailer--packing, selling or otherwise. And fuck the paralysis that comes with the fear. Before Eddie can over think it too much, he presses SEND. The phone rings and rings in his ear. “Shit, shit, shit. She’s probably at work, Munson. She told you she had a shift.”
“Eddie? Everything okay?
“Oh, thank fuck,” Eddie exhales.
“Baby? What’s going on?”
“Tell me to walk out of this grocery store, please. I don’t need it.”
“Eddie, get out of that aisle, please. Okay. It’s okay if you’re out of it. If it’s too much, but you don’t need anything on that aisle.”
One step. That’s all he gets. But if he hooks a left at the end of this aisle, he’ll run into the cookies. “I’m scared.”
“Why? What are you scared about?”
“We’re supposed to get the new place in June and I haven’t done anything. Nothing. Jack fucking shit. I’m just…stuck right now.”
“Want to vent or want some help?”
“I think I need Jesus and this is coming from me.” It’s not an answer. Eddie knows that, but it’s okay. “I just. I only got one step. There’s so many more.”
“Give me one more. One step is perfect. Just one more.”
He does. He takes another step away from the aisle. “What should I do? Just talk to me. Scream. I don’t care.”
“Enlist Dustin, Max, Lucas, and Erica. Yes, tell her I told her to be there because she will keep you all in line. Start just with your closet. What are clothes you don’t need anymore? Clear that out. Just one room at a time. You won’t be able to get through it all. It’s just a start.”
“But then who takes over the trailer? It’s paid off.”
“I’m sure the kids are probably feigning to get out from the parents. Maybe two of them are willing to take it over.”
Eddie gets to the end of the aisle and stops. It makes perfect sense. All he needed to do was take it in increments. Tiny pieces at a time. And while Harrington, Buckley, Wheeler and Byers all had places of their own. It didn’t meant the kids wouldn’t be looking for something else. The boys would probably enjoy having their own space. While Mike was still settling in from his post graduation life, Dustin and Lucas could forge something of their own. “Woman, you are a fucking genius. God damn.”
“You going to work out now?”
“I need to bypass the cookie aisle first. But why? Why are you saying it like that?”
“Nothing, no reason! But you might be able to transfer the paid off trailer to a couple of the kids and they can take over.”
“No, no, no. We are not bypassing the fact that you totally have the hots for my newly deeper defined biceps.”
“No, I don’t!” Valeria huffs. It’s indignant, fully.
“Oh, yes you do, sweetheart. Yes, you do,” Eddie teases. He continues on, waving at Dustin who waves in return. “Just admit it, love. Just fucking admit it.”
“Eddie, I do not have the hots for your new deeper defined biceps or large pecs. Absolutely not.”
Eddie’s grin is deep. Outside in the fresh air, he feels like he can breathe again. “Yes, you do. Let me hear you say it.”
“Nope. Nope, this is about you.”
“Yes, it is about me. Flatter my ego, lovebug. Please.”
Valeria’s laughter is big and loud. Eddie’s chest surges with pride at the sound. “Eddie, no. I’m not going to admit that pregnancy hormones are raging. Nope, nope, nope.”
“Are they raging my dear?”
“Maybe,” Valeria grumbles. “But again, this isn’t about me. This is about you. You don’t have to have it all sorted right this second. We can take it one piece at a time.”
Eddie climbs into his truck, phone pressed to his ear by the work of his shoulder. “Yeah, one piece at a time. Okay, I can do that. I can gather the troops for the weekend. You don’t have anything this weekend either?”
“No, no, next appointment is the week after.”
Eddie nods. “Got it. It’s on my calendar already. The weekend, cleaning out my closet. Yeah, yeah, doable.”
“You can call me while you do it too. If that’ll help.”
“I’ll get distracted, with you on the line. Never get any work done.”
“I expect a report though. Itemized. Head to toe.”
Eddie nods. “I-I can do that. Thank you, Val.”
“You’re so welcome, Eds.”
“Enjoy the rest of your shift knowing I’m going to be very sweaty in the gym.”
Valeria groans. “Fuck you. Enjoy the workout. I’ll call you once I get home okay?”
“Sounds like a plan, sugar. Talk to you then.”
“You’re getting your rocks off on this, aren’t you?” Valeria asks through a laugh.
“Only just a little,” Eddie answers. “Only just a little. I like making you sweat.”
“Just for that. The next time you visit, you’re rubbing my feet and you don’t get to control the remote.”
“Oh!” Eddie huffs. It's a ritual now during his visits. He sets up her foot spa--that he bought unnecessarily--and gives her a pedicure and foot rub. In return, Valeria gets to bliss out for a little bit and she forfeits all power over the remote. Eddie only teasingly stated that he’d only keep it up if he could control the remote to the TV and the color of the polish. Valeria freely relinquished the control. “That’s so not fair! If you tell me I can’t pick out the nail polish color, I’d rather you just take me out back and shoot me.”
“I’d never go that far, Eddie. Love you.”
He freezes, air catching in his throat. “Valeria.”
“I know what I said, Eddie. It’s not the pregnancy hormones. I’ve always loved you.”
“I-I don’t feel like I’ve earned that back. And I know it’s ridiculous but-”
“Eddie, you’re going on a spiral. Love isn’t earned. Trust is, but not love. You have never had to earn love and anyone who has told you otherwise is a dispshit. I’m sorry if I made you feel that way. I have always and will always love you. It took me a while to trust, to take a leap. But you’re too stinkin’ cute not to love.”
Eddie blinks. It’s only with the action that he realizes there are tears in his eyes. Snot drips down his nose and he sucks it back. He uses the back of his hand to clear his face. “I’m glad you trust me again. And I’m so fucking floored to hear you say that. To hear you say you love me. I love you too.”
“I know.” From faintly behind her, Eddie catches Valeria’s name called out. She sighs. “I’m sorry, Eds. I gotta go. They need up at the registers for something. I took my headset out to talk.”
“Yeah, no, no. I get it. Go. I’ll be here.”
“I’ll call you here soon.” Their goodbyes are clipped and Eddie drops his head to his steering wheel. I’ve always loved you. Oh even if the rest of the day is a disaster, Eddie’s never going to get a higher high.
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“She’s so stinkin’ tiny!” Eddie whispers. Valeria laughs, but Eddie doesn’t care, too caught up in the little girl in his arms. He’s repeated the mantra god only knows how many times since they brought her home. In the hospital Eddie wanted to keep his mind on getting Valeria through delivery. It’s a type of pain that he could never fully comprehend but sounded and appeared to be exhausting. Now Eddie can marvel. He can watch his baby girl’s face in blatant awe.
“She doesn’t eat like she’s tiny though,” Val snorts.
Eddie nods, taking the pad of his finger to trace her cheek. Denver Edith Munson in his arms--all seven pounds and 3 ounces of her. Though he’d argue there were built a few more ounces than before on her. She’s much too pale right now to see who she really will take after, but for the moment, Eddie sees the slope of Valeria’s brow and his nose. His entire universe feels wrapped up in a white and pink blanket. Denver’s eyes remain unopened but she has the cutest scrunch of her nose. There in the small dusting of freckles on her cheek, Eddie can see his heart resting in the constellation. A centimeter really in the grand destiny of the world but his little girl holds the essence of his heart on that one little cluster.
“I’m going to teach you all sorts of things, kiddo, okay? Stuff that will give your Mom a heart attack, but it’s okay. She’ll go easy on you. You’ll probably be sick of me sooner rather than later. But god, I’m going to be there for everything, alright? Every single thing. Giant poops. Skinned knees. Boyfriends. Your first drink. License. I love you, you know? Love you so much.”
A soft grunt greets him in return, Denver’s face pinched with the nose.
“Maybe that giant poop is sooner than you think,” Valeria teases.
“Oh God, I can handle this. Totally. I can totally handle this,” Eddie mutters. He’s not freaking out. Never, it’s just poop. Plenty of people change diapers. It can’t be that hard. He’s watched Valeria do it. Nurses helped in the hospital. It’s not like it’s defusing a bomb. Changing a diaper is a reasonable task and something anyone can handle.
“Want to tag me in?” Valeria asks.
“No! Absolutely not. You need your rest.”
“Start by getting a clean diaper, honey.” Valeria directs from the couch, watching from above.
Eddie assembles all the necessities-- the changing mat, a fresh diaper, wipes, trash bag for the soiled diaper, a little bit of baby powder. “The poop guardian angel,” Eddie teases, popping the secure tabs on the soiled diaper.
“Well, given that you have the new diaper upside down, I think it’s warranted.”
Eddie balks. “I haven’t even gotten her cleaned up yet, what are you on?”
Valeria grins. “Just making sure you’re paying attention to the lecture.”
He flicks her off, and Valeria can only laugh. The sound bounces in their living room--a bright summer day in Indy surrounding them. There’s still some clouds in the sky and given how dry it’s been in the summer, there’s an expectation that the summer showers will come in heavier in the following weeks. The thunder still rattles Denver--the sound of her cries still breaking Eddie’s heart. Together they’ll get through though. Always together.
Positive that Denver’s fresh top to bottom, Eddie slides the new diaper under her. “Now, we secure the tabs, and there! Bada bing bada boom! Easy peasy!” Eddie rubs his nose over Denver’s. “Do you feel secure, madam?”
A snort sounds from around them. It’s soft and sounds like it almost didn’t fully come out. “You’re such a dork.”
Eddie grins, looking up from Denver to Valeria. Her eyes are closed and he knows soon she’ll be drifting off for a nap. Not that he minds. There’s just dishes left and the laundry going in the dryer. Things he can surely handle to give Valeria a little extra sleep. “Your dork, though.” He nods down to the gold band on her finger. Not that she can see the motion. “Stuck with me.”
“I tossed out the receipt. I chose this,” Valeria grins, lifting her hand.
Eddie’s glad she did. It hadn’t been easy but the effort had been worth it in the end. “Perfect. Because I wasn’t going to go quietly into that good night.”
“I most certainly am. Right to sleep.”
“Can you spare me just two minutes while I go wash my hands?”
“Absolutely I can.” Valeria’s quick to scoop Denver up, slating her against the expanse of Val’s chest. Eddie’s knees pop as he stands. Surely being nearly 40 would do that but he’s met with barely concealed giggles. He lets it go with an eye roll, turning to head to the bathroom. “Hate when you walk away but I love to watch you go,” Valeria teases.
“You can’t steal my line! Totally unfair!”
Eddie’s only in the bathroom for a couple minutes. Nothing long at all. But when he returns to the living room it’s quiet. Valeria’s light snores make barely a dent over the hum over the A/C unit. Denver is tucked under Valeria’s chin, one of Valeria’s hand on her back. The dryer shrills and Eddie shuffles down to the closet. He’s quick to shut off the noise and looks back down the hall to see if it’s awakened them. But it doesn’t seem to as they still rest comfortably on the couch. That’s a sight that Eddie thinks he would never want to get used to, so he’s always struck with a sense of awe and wonder each day.
“Leave the fitted sheet, I’ll do it.”
Eddie giggles at the gruff sound of Valeria’s voice. “Thanks babe.” He should’ve at least expected Valeria to stir at the sound.
“I swear I’ll be up in a minute. Just-just checking my eyeballs for cracks.”
“Keep checking them for as long as you need.”
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The Satanic Panic II +18
Devil!Perv!Eddie Munson x Witch!Sinclair!Reader
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Chapter Summary: You plan to testify in court but your parent’s have other plans. Your bond grows stronger with Eddie as your worlds continue to collide and not in a good way. A year after Chrissy’s murder and the verdict is finally reached. Also how does one leave prison and become the literal devil?
Word Count: 4.5k+
A/N: If you looking for drama then this part has it. It’ll be a question of morality in this part. Reader is faces with tough decisions and these decisions will have consequences. What would you do in this situation? Enjoy!
Warnings: graphic language, lying in court, Eddie going to prison, Eddie/Devil, blasphemy, religious themes, mental illness stigma, corrupt cop, corrupt lawyer, my limited court and legal system knowledge
II. The Devil’s Advocate
You couldn’t believe the moron. You didn’t even get the chance to get your story straight and he just act on whim. You weren’t sure how you’d get him out of this situation now.
Your house phone rings. Putting a hand on the phone, your heart beats rapidly as you hesitantly answer it. “H-hello?”
“Ashley! Oh, I’m glad to know your okay. Your father just told me that Munson boy, Lucas and his friends are acquainted with, is now in police custody. He can’t go into detail right now since they’re looking to make sense of things but it sounds serious. I bumped into Mrs. Hudson at the grocery store. She lives in the same trailer park as Eddie says she saw the police tape up which could possibly mean…Gods, I hope not. Last night you attended your ritual. Your school’s not that far from the trailer park. Did you happen to see anything?”
You heart beat speeds and you worried that your chest heaving deeply in and out could be heard through the phone. “I didn’t go to the ritual. We’re still cursed sadly.” To you, it was a half-lie.
Mrs. Sinclair smiles. Her husband had been right. In his perspective, he believed you wouldn’t go against your parent’s wishes. He gave you the permission for to make your own decision knowing you wouldn’t go. It was his form of reverse psychology. Little did they know, reverse psychology had nothing on your rebellious spirit. Curse that side of you for getting you in this mess. Mrs. Sinclair speaks into the phone excitedly, “So you listened? You understand my point that it would’ve been dangerous? Right?”
“Y-yeah. Of course.”
She sighs. “Good. I really am proud of who you’re becoming. I want you to be in touch with your witchy roots but that doesn’t mean risking your life. And to think you would of gone into the woods and possibly run into that boy.”
Your eyes widened, knowing that’s exactly what happened. “Right. Umm, I’ve gotta go. Gonna be late for work. Love you. I’ll see you tonight”
“Okay, hun. By—-“ Click! You hang up the phone, abruptly. You rush to get dressed for the road. You were actually given the day off but you didn’t tell her. You couldn’t tell her anything. She’d only tell your father and he’s a cop. You couldn’t tell them just yet but you were going to tonight and hopefully come up with an alibi for the two of you. For now, you had to find someway to see Eddie.
——
You made your way to the police station. Your father and Sheriff Jim Hopper were deep in conversation. They quieted down as you approached them.
“Geez, kid, you look like shit.” Hopper laughs. You and Hopper usually joked around with each other. He was like a second father figure to you.
“Ever the subtle one, Mr. Hopper.” You say sarcastically. “This look is actually a product of only 2 hours of sleep.”
“Everything okay?” Your father asks, concerned.
“Yeah. I’m fine. Everything’s good. Just couldn’t sleep last night. But I really just came to visit you.”
“How much?” He says, giving you a bored look.
“No,” You laugh. “I’m not here for money,” You try to play off your inquiries with a nonchalant inflection. “Soooo, a little birdie told me that a certain friend of Lucas is in police custody. What’s the issue?”
“By ‘birdie’, you mean, your mother?” He quirks an eyebrow up.
“My lips are sealed.”
“Well, the little birdie shouldn’t have told you. At least, not yet. We’re still trying to make sense of everything.”
“How bad could it possibly be?”
“You wanna take this one, Sheriff.” Your father turns his attention to Hopper.
“Let’s just say that a lot of what we uncovered didn’t seem to add up.” Hopper explains, vaguely.
Well, that was no help. You were trying to gain some information, hoping that you can find a story with the evidence they gathered. “Sounds like you two have a lot of thinking to do. I won’t be anymore trouble. Hey, dad, is it okay if I can go into your office? I think I might’ve left my sweater in there from my last visit.”
“Sure, sweetie. The door’s open. I’ll be in a meeting soon but we can grab a bit after.”
“Sounds great. I’ll see you soon.” You give a small smile.
With that the two cops leave, giving you the chance to go into the next phase of your plan. You enter his office, taking a seat in the swivel chair and closed your eyes focusing on the white noise.
“Spiritus mentis et corporis proiectio.”
You eyes roll into the back of your head and you could feel yourself leaving your body. You were now traveling through the whole police department like a fly on the wall. You were able to find Eddie who’d been in an interrogation room. Clearly exhausted and distressed.
“Eddie.” You call his attention.
He turns to look at you, the look of disbelief displayed on his features. “Ashley?” He says a little too loud.
“Shhh. Whisper or they’ll hear us.”
“Is this real? Are you real?”
“Technically, no. I’m astral projecting right now. I don’t have much time. I can only do this for so long.”
“Astral projecting? I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this witch thing,” His eyes widened. “The cameras. They’ll see you.”
“Only you can see me. Cameras can’t pick up astral projection.”
“Ah, there’s laws of physics to this thing. Of course.”
“Eddie…If I were physically here with you…”
He looks up at you, swallowing hard enough for his adam’s apple to prominently bob.
“I’d punch you so hard,” You finished; a frown falls upon his face. “Why the fuck did you turn yourself in? I thought we agree that we’d figure this out together. I’m trying to get you a way out.”
“I know you’re trying to help but let’s face it. You can’t.”
“My mother’s a lawyer and my dad’s a cop. All I’ve got to do is explain all of this to them and we could figure out a way to get you out of this.”
“That would just drag you into all of my shit. I won’t do that to you.”
“I willingly step into that trailer, Munson. I’ll be okay being apart of this, too. You don’t deserve going down for something you didn’t do. Just let me tell them so we can get our story straight.”
“Okay. Your parents’ll believe you. Then, what? We testify in court about the angel bots? That they killed Chrissy before you could stop them with your powers?” He sighs. “The thing is: your parents’ will obviously believe you because they’re aware that these fuckers exist. There’s no explaining this to anyone else without ending up in a straight jacket. Your parents are going to do what they could to protect you in end and face the fact that there’s not much they could do for me. I’m just making this easier for all of us. You won’t be involved and no one has to make the decision to let me to the fall despite knowing the truth. Well, aside from you.”
“I’m not letting you take the fall. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I will get you out of this.”
“Why do you care what happens to me? Nobody else seems to besides my uncle.”
“Because you don’t deserve this. You blame yourself for her death, don’t you?”
“Yeah because it’s true.”
“No, it’s not. I feel like I’m to blame. I feel guilty. I’d never seen anyone die right in front of me. When I ran in, I didn’t even think of dying. I just knew I needed to do something. So, I did. Chrissy died because I just wasn’t strong enough.”
“Don’t put that burden on yourself. It’s not yours to carry. I told you, ‘you did all you could’. You didn’t even have to save me but you did. Thank you.”
“Please don’t give up. If I don’t get to blame myself for this then you shouldn’t either. Give me some time to think of something.”
“Let’s make a deal,” He stands up so that he’s facing you. “You don’t come forward as a witness until you have a perfect alibi for why you were there and what you saw. I haven’t said much so maybe I can get our stories to match. I don’t have much time. I only have a week before sentencing. If we don’t get our story straight, I could be seeing prison for at least a year before my next court date.”
“Shit. That’s a lot of pressure,” You exhaled. “But don’t worry. I am great under pressure.” You tried to reassure him.
“I have to leave now. The astral projection will end soon. I have to find some kind of information around here before it’s too late.”
“Okay. Yeah, they’re probably gonna come back and interrogate me some more.”
“Don’t give ‘em anything.”
He nods.
You wave him a shy goodbye, disappearing. You continued to float through space until you ended up in the evidence room. Luckily for you, no one was there. If you made it quick, you’d be able to get enough intel to get you started.
You find the file box under the case. At the top of the metal shelf. Getting up to your tippy toes, you reach for the box, slowly pulling it out so that nothing falls to the ground.
Once you set the box on the counter, you immediately spot the polaroid pictures taken at the sight. A direct close up of Chrissy’s face. Your stomach sinking seeing her whited out eyes and wide mouth like she was in a constant state of shock.
Eddie’s living room was also photographed. The picture looked chaotic almost like an actual murder scene and all the damning evidence that could lead this all to you was there, too. There was even a picture of the wall where you’d hit your head and made a dent. But what freaked you out the most: in one of the pictures that gave a view of the trailer’s ceiling, the hole where the creature had crashed in through was gone; completely sealed as if nothing was there.
You heard someone entering the room. Quickly finding place to hide in the back of the room, you peer in between the gaps of the shelf.
A female cop walks in, noticing the box out of its place. She’s suspicious, looking left and right around the room as if she sensed something. “Guys, if you need to look into the evidence boxes, please make sure you put it away in its rightful place when your done. This is third time today.” She calls out, putting the box back up then walking out.
You let yourself breathe finally a sense of relief. Then, a hand touches you. You gasp and suddenly you were back in your dad’s office. You look up at the intruder.
“I think you and I need to have talk.” Your father says, his arms crossed.
——
“You did what?!” Mr. Sinclair shouts, completely floored. A few heads in the diner turning to look at us.
“A little louder for those in Montana to hear, dad.” You snide. “I had to do it. I’m aware I put myself in this but I couldn’t let that monster kill them. It’s not fair that Eddie’s going to prison for this.”
“We have to tell your mother.” He shakes his head.
“Okay. And do you think it’s possible if you could convince mom to be his lawyer. She could totally win this for him. I’ll be the witness—”
“No, I won’t allow it.”
“What? Why?”
“Because we don’t have a story here, Ash. If you become a witness, they’ll somehow make you into an accomplice. We tested blood on the living room carpet… it didn’t belong to Ms. Cunningham or Munson. It was your blood.”
“Yeah.”
He runs his hands over his face. “This is very bad. I’ve never thought I’d resort to this. I’ll have to get rid of any evidence that leads to you.”
“I’m not asking for that. I just want you and mom to back me up on something for once. Help me explain the hole in the ceiling.”
“What hole in the ceiling?”
“You didn’t see one when you arrived. Your guys had nothing to do with fixing it.”
“Nope. The ceiling looked fine.”
You looked down at your hands, absolutely confused. Could you have done that without you realizing it? No way. You were way too weak to have done it that time. But you have been using your powers with less of a toll on your body. Maybe the ritual had done something.
“Please, let me take the stand. I can clear this all up and no one has to go to jail.”
“You’re not taking that stand. It’s too risky. You should thank your lucky stars that Munson boy gave you an out. The Cunningham folk will not feel as if justice has been served if no one’s put behind bars without any explanation.”
“His name is Eddie Munson. He’s 19. Practically my age. He has an uncle who cares deeply for him. Friends who believe and support him. Sure, he’s a little different but he’s kind. Are you saying that you’ll be fine keeping him behind bars if it means I won’t be involved?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I’m sorry.” He says, quietly.
“Mom, wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t let someone innocent go to prison.”
“She would. Because she’s a mother. Your mother. You won’t understand until the day you become a parent yourself.”
You can feel tears, prickling your eyes. “N-no. I won’t let you do this to him. I can’t.”
He ends with very chilling words. “I’m sorry, Ashley. But it’s already be done.”
——
It was the first time you’d looked at your parents as the villains. It was corrupt. Preposterous. You’d found out that your mother would be representing the Cunningham family. This was before she’d known the truth about your whereabouts. When you’d begged her to drop them as clients, your father stated she’d have to stay in order to keep the case focused on Eddie.
When the court date arrived, your stomach churned knowing that there was nothing you could do. Your father had connections that made it difficult for you to attend the court. You were denied access from being anywhere near the courthouse.
Forced to watch the broadcast of the trial on live television, you could only look at Eddie’s face who looked as if he accepted his fate.
“We submit evidence of him speaking to himself in the interrogation room, your honor. He’s not some devil worshipping cold killer, your honor. He’s just a mentally disturbed individual. He hasn’t admitted to murdering Ms. Cunningham because he isn’t a killer. Media has blown this boy’s life story and turned him into some circus sideshow.” His lawyer defended.
It hurt that he was being depicted in such a light. Using the stigma of mental illness as a ploy to help him get a lesser sentence felt like a dirty move. But it was a desperate attempt to keep him from throwing his whole life away.
In the end, the trial had ended and his next court date was due in the next year for his final sentencing. When you learned that he would be placed in a penitentiary for the criminally insane, you felt sick. You were aware of the horrors that awaited him there. You were studying as a behavioral therapist so you’ve heard of the horror stories.
Eddie’s face remained stoic as he was dragged to out the courtroom to be officially locked away.
———
One Year Later
You visited Eddie nearly every day throughout the year without your father’s knowledge, paying off the correctional officers to let you visit. You’d constantly apologize and cry to him about your guilt. He’d known all along that your parents would have favored protecting you. But he’d specify that he had no malice towards them.
“Hell, I wish I had folks who gave that much of a damn about me the way your parents did. Uncle Wayne’s great but he’d be too much of a pussy to get rid of the evidence.” He’d laugh.
Today, you were visiting Eddie two days before his trial. You noticed him changing in mood and appearance with each visit. He had more tats now specifically on his knuckles which covered the scars on them, he almost always wore his hair in a bun, and his nails were painted black but what really surprised you was the smile on his face that seemed to grow wider and wider each visit.
Eddie literally snaps you back into reality. Putting his fingers up close enough against the glass between you two so that you can hear. “Hey. Hellooo. Earth to Ashley. Ah, there she is,” He smiles, when your eyes land back on him. “I asked you ‘How Ya Doin’ and you started spacing out like you were having World War 2 flashbacks.”
“Sorry. Um, I’m okay. Just thinking.”
“Thinking’s good. Had a lot of time to think in here.” He gestures behind him.
“How are you by the way?”
“Great! I mean, it’s horrible in here. Terrible. But if you look passed all the fucked up shit, you can meet some really lovely people.”
You smile, awkwardly. “It’s good to know you’re okay.”
“I don’t believe you’re okay though. Is it because of my birthday next week? You don’t have to stress yourself about it, Ash,” He quips. You give him an unamused look. “Well, I guess we’re talking about the trial, then. You really don’t got to worry. I’ll be okay.”
“It’s just..having to see you going through that again really worries me. I could throw up just thinking about it. It’s selfish. I know. I mean, this is happening to you but I feel like shit.” You squeezed your hand around the phone in frustration.
He could see the waterworks beginning and he quickly rushes to comfort you. “I’m really okay, Ash. I want you being strong for me like you’ve always done.To be honest, you’re what’s kept me sane for the year.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I would’ve wished we met some other kind of way but I like that I got to know you,” He smiles almost innocently and it reminds you that it was still Eddie. You smile back just as widely at him. “There’s that smile. Now I know you’ll be okay. So, ya ready to see me on TV again. I think I’ll be wearing my best jumpsuit.”
“I won’t be watching the trial on television. I’ll be attending. As your witness.”
His demeanor changes. “Why?”
“What do you mean ‘why’? To defend you. Duh!”
“I told you to stay out of it.”
“We had a deal,” You choose your words carefully, knowing they were probably listening in on your conversation. “Your innocent and you’ve got to let yourself believe that, too.”
“What about your dad?”
“He doesn’t know but he’ll find out when that day comes.”
“He’s not gonna like it.”
You shrug. “There’s a lot of things he doesn’t like.”
——-
Trial Day
You could feel yourself shivering as you anticipated your turn to be on the stand. The evidence that you got to view a year ago now presented. You had something up your sleeve.
Your parents were extremely angry with you when they realized you would be testifying and there was nothing they could do. You felt your mother’s eyes burning into you every once in a while when she’d speak. You focused your attention on Eddie who sat there with a focused expression as the Cunningham family read their statements. You also spotted Jason Carver in the crowd, his eyes targeted in a piercing stare at Eddie.
You knew there was no going back now. You were going to have to lie under oath but you’d try to stay close enough to the truth so it wouldn’t affect the credibility of it all. Chrissy’s family would probably hate you after this which sucked because you wished that there was some way you could explain what happened to her. The actual truth.
It was finally your turn to take the stand and it you were visibly shaken. The crowd practically snarled at you once they realized you’d be a witness in favor of Eddie.
“Why did you go to Eddie’s trailer?” Mrs. Sinclair asked.
“Objection, your honor. She’s leading the witness.” Eddie’s lawyer objects.
“I’ll allow it.” The judge says.
“I went over to Eddie’s place because…I wanted to buy drugs. A friend of a friend told me that he was a dealer so I wanted to score some.”
“What happened once you arrived?” Your mother questions.
“I heard screaming. I heard her scream first then him. At first, I thought he trying to touch her inappropriately. So, I rushed in thinking I could save her.”
“What did you see when you entered the home?”
“He wasn’t touching her. He was nowhere near her, actually. He was on the other side of the living room. Almost paralyzed. Watching in horror. Chrissy was in the middle of the room…having a seizure because she was overdosing.”
“Autopsy report states that the girl shows signs of struggle on her body. Where, can you tell me, did the struggle begin?
“I tried calming her down. I didn’t know what else I could do so I pin her down but her movements were sporadic. She didn’t mean to but her hand connected with my nose hard. I bled onto the carpet. She was dead before I could resuscitate her.”
“Why have you come forward now?”
“I came forward now because I wasn’t scared of being threatened anymore,” You look defiantly at your mother. “I received threats anonymously about me coming forward in defense of Eddie Munson. The whole town has gone against him. I was scared that I’d get that same treatment. Possibly worse. But it ate at me and couldn’t let him go to prison for something he didn’t do. Eddie is strange but he’s no murderer. I’d only wished that I’d come forward sooner so that he wouldn’t of had to endure a year in a prison he didn’t belong in.”
“Based off your first impression, you assumed the screams were of Eddie assaulting Chrissy. Would you say that he would be capable?”
“Your honor, foundation? Speculation, even.” Eddie’s lawyer objects once again.
“I’m just want to know how she see’s the defendant.”
“Sustained. Maybe word it differently. I’m not sure where this question is leading.” Judge says.
“How would you summarize Eddie Munson?” Mrs. Sinclair asks.
“I’ve only recently got to know him. I apologized for not coming forward and he was always very kind to me. Even when he shouldn’t be,” Your eyes meet with Eddie’s as if you were speaking directly to him. Then, you focus your attention to the jury, hoping they hear you out.
“Eddie is a nerd. He’s a metalhead. A nephew. A friend. His intentions were never to hurt Chrissy but unfortunately she’d taken enough drugs to kill her. She’s a sweet girl and she deserves justice. And lying about the evidence and locking away an innocent man isn’t justice served. It’s been omitted out of the autopsy documents that she had enough drugs in her system that she’d consumed an hour prior to her meet up with Eddie that would have proved his innocence. The media jumped at the idea that Eddie is different and ran with it. It’s so easy to pick on the outcasts and blame their nonconformity for the way they behavior. But Eddie isn’t a murderer. He’s just a guy with a troubled life that makes him an easy target to be painted as one.”
After some more questioning, you’d felt a load lifted off as you’d tried to explain yourself the best way you could without being too disrespectful to Chrissy. You were hopeful but you were realistic about the verdict because it could go either way.
When the verdict was reached that Eddie had been cleared of all charges. It was a huge shock. They focused the idea that rather Chrissy as the user was held as the main one responsible in the death compared to Eddie who’d only sold her the drug.
It was a mixed crowd. On the other side of the room, Eddie’s friends and uncle cheered for his release. On the opposite side, the Cunningham family grieved and mourned on the other side. You couldn’t celebrate realizing how badly you’ve devastated the family. You were falling deeper and deeper into this madness of a situation.
——
You’d gone home feeling terribly guilty. It was a lose lose situation in your book. You felt guilty that Eddie had to go prison, that Chrissy died, that you had to embellish the story. All you could do was drink down a bottle of red wine in your bed, hoping you’d be drunk enough to forget everything just for a moment.
You’d heard that Eddie would be released today and that he’d probably celebrate with some friends. They invited you for the time out but you just couldn’t celebrate when you’d hurt an entire family.
You hear rustling in your kitchen and it pulls you out of your wallowing. You take the bat that you rest on the side of your bed, walking slowly down the hallway towards the living room and kitchen. You couldn’t help being paranoid since you now had a target on your back for being Eddie’s witness. You didn’t put it past anyone to come break into your home and torment you.
Raising the bat in your hand and gripping it tighter, you approach the kitchen. You flick the lights on and scream when you noticed the man in front of you.
“Munson?”
Eddie was currently rummaging through your fridge, eating cherries.
“Hey.” He simply says.
“I thought you were going to celebrate with some friends. How’d you get in here? The door was locked. I specifically remember—” A gust of wind whips around you.
“Boo.” You jump at the lips that were by your ear. Eddie was now right behind you.
You turned to face him in a flash. “How?”
Another gust of wind and he’s seated on your couch.
“Whaaaa?” You felt like you were losing it in that moment. You back away, slowly, only to bump into…Eddie “The Freak” Munson.
You look up and over your shoulder at him. “How are you doing this? What are you?”
“You know how one claims to find God in prison. My nonconformist brain said ‘Screw that! Not only would I find the Devil’, I’ll just become him, too’.”
And he smiles a literal devilish smile.
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Summary: You learn the story of how Eddie became the devil. Now he rules over you as your Dark Lord who, by the way, has a lot of fans. Also, you, Eddie, and his gang conduct a séance.
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To Die For—Vamp!Eddie one shot
Pairing: Eddie x black!oc
wc: 500
a/n: hiii it’s been quite a min since I posted here, it’s Aug 8th 2023, but by the time you see this it’ll be Oct 1st. I thought I’d get back into Eddie by doing a 15-20 min sprint. After I procrastinated for 2 hrs of course. This is a raw piece, it has bare minimum editing, there really isn’t meant to be plot but if y’all really like it or I change my mind I may expand on it. Ao3 will probably see this first. Anywho, enjoy, and as always reblogs and comments are strongly recommended 🎃🧡
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Somehow Cheryl got sucked into going to Eleven’s halloween party, something about her big childlike eyes made it hard for her to say no. That and El wouldn't stop begging, and nagging about it. She stood at the entrance of Joy’s Californian home, drinks in hand, and an expression on her face that read she'd rather be anywhere but here. That is until, “Sinclair, didn’t expect to see you here.” Eddie Munson snaked a tattooed arm around her shoulder, Eddie has never been one for personal space amongst ‘friends’, he got a whiff of the older Sinclair sibling’s perfume, he pulled away before he got too excited, and did something he regretted. He cleared his throat, grabbed Chyrel by the wrist, and pulled her towards the kitchen. People were scattered everywhere, they spilled into all parts of the house, ‘I doubt this is what Joyce and Hopper meant when they told them to have fun while they were away.’ She grimaced to herself, Eddie handed her a red solo, and she drank from it without hesitation knowing she could trust him.
“Why are you shocked?” She asked him, her hip leaning against the counter, Eddie eyed her, it's been quite a while since he's seen her, since he—
“I just never took you for a party, ya Know I imagine you somewhere under the covers reading scary books.”
“Imagined, me?” She asked playfully, Cheryl took a step forward, it was no secret that they crushed on each other, but with recent events, neither of them had time to explore much more than friends.
“C.mon now, you know I think about you Cher.” Eddie cooed, his hand coming out to reach for her chin, the way he said her name in combination with his cold hands sent a shiver down her spine, and right between her thighs. Suddenly she couldn't think, at least not the way she wanted to, her mind taking her back to the heated kiss they shared last summer when they thought they were going to die.
“You have a funny way of showing it.” She sassed, Eddie closed the gap between them, his other hand coming around her waist, her scent engulfing him more intensely than before. ‘This is a dangerous game you're playing Eddie,’ he fought himself, but she was so close to him, and he couldn't take that for granted this time.
“I’m sorry, would you like me to try harder?” His lips curled slightly into a smirk, his eyes shown with mirth, Cheryls eye’s darted to his lips, she didn't even answer, she met him half way in a long over do kiss. His lips, too cold for California weather, but at this moment she didn't give a damn. The world is no longer ending, it's Halloween, and the love of her life is standing right in front of her. The two of them stood in the midst of a dancing frenzy, lips intertwined, and not a care in the world.
“I need more Cheryl.” He begged, the hunger rising from the pit of his stomach, no longer seeing, or thinking straight he knew exactly what he had such a desperate taste for.
#eddie munson x black!oc#eddie munson x sinclair!reader#eddie munson fandom#eddie munson one shot#spooktober
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