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#murder boyfriends but one of em is a flesh eating lake creature or whatever
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From the depths
Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge, October 2023 edition
Prompt: suck, 480 words
CW: Mild blood and gore; Drowning; References to murder; Monsters; Tentacles
Rated: M
Notes: It's October, I'm all up in my spooky shit
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Eddie’s first thought as consciousness returns is that he’ll murder Jason fucking Carver. 
He should have known something was off when the asshole asked to make the deal by Lovers’ Lake, shouldn't have walked into the forest. Because of course his goons were hiding somewhere to tinker with the van. 
Eddie heaves a wrecking cough as the memories come. 
The rear swerving off the dark road. The brake pedal limp under his foot. Hitting the water. The sickening vertigo as the van went under. Water rising in the footwell, weight pressing in. The noise as the windshield cracked. 
The realization that he was gonna die. 
"Shhhh, breathe." 
A hand in his hair, a voice in his ear. 
Air in his lungs. 
Eddie's eyes open. 
For a second, he thinks he died and went to heaven. Because hovering above him is the prettiest boy he's ever seen. He's ethereal in the moonlight - chiseled features, soft hair, smooth skin dotted in moles.
"Wha-?"
"Don't speak," smiles the boy. His voice settles over Eddie, calm and commanding. "Only just pulled you out." 
He turns Eddie's head, probably to check for injuries? Eddie blinks as the surface of the lake swims into focus. Bubbles burst where the van disappeared. 
"Fuck," he rasps, sitting up. "Looks like I'm walking home." 
"No," coos the boy, and grips his hands. He's close, eyes very bright in the dark. They're hypnotic, like they're sucking him in. "Stay. It's been so long since I ate." 
Eddie freezes. Because the boy has just put a hand to his face, and it's clammy and cold like the water. Because there's something spanning between his clawed fingers, something webbed like membranes. 
Because the boy doesn't have legs. 
His bare torso melts into a coiling mass of tentacles, slithering all around them, wrapping around Eddie’s limbs, cold and moist and choking and- 
"Wait!" 
The boy - the creature - blinks gleaming eyes at him. One clawed hand pulls Eddie's fingers up to plush lips. They are still bloody from pounding against the walls of the van. A too-long, too-pointed tongue darts out to drag them into a mouth full of sharp fangs and sucks the blood right off.
"You're hungry," Eddie smiles through his horror, tries to make it disarming. "I can get you food. Lots of food, way better than my skinny ass." 
The boy releases his fingers with a wet pop. 
"Continue." 
Eddie frantically rambles on. "I know this big, meaty jock. Lots of muscle, very healthy. He should still be close, I can-" 
One membraned hand grabs his jaw.
"Do not try to wiggle out of this. I've marked you. If I call, you'll come. And I'll feed. Are we clear?" 
Eddie swallows. "Crystal. Now let me get you that snack." 
Jason disappears on that night. 
It's the first of many times Eddie feeds the boy from the lake.
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