Dya'z stuff

“No, no, no,” you mumbled for yourself, “come on, please, come on…”

But after a few more attempts, you had no choice but to accept it: your car, for some reason, wasn’t starting. You let out a frustrated cry, hitting the wheel, and the honk it gave was that of a wounded animal.

Your options weren’t looking good. Your parents weren’t home, there didn’t seem to be anyone left at school, though to be fair, there wasn’t much you could see through the rain, and right now, brain short-circuited by anxiety, you couldn’t think of much else to do.

Realistically, you knew that popping the hood open wouldn’t do you any good. You didn’t know jack shit about cars, and you didn’t have anything you could use to fix anything that would need fixing anyway. But the idea of staying in the small cabin, unable to see anything outside with the rain, made claustrophobia bubble in your throat. That didn’t use to be something you struggled with, but it turned out being stuck hundreds of feet underground in a Russian bunker could do weird things to you.

Who’d have thunk.

With a silent curse, you got out again, and used your key to open the hood. You half-expected something dramatic to happen, for smoke to rise out maybe, or for something to catch on fire. Anything that would indicate that there was an issue.

Instead, nothing happened, and you found yourself just staring dumbly at the engine, which looked just fine to you.

“Son of a bitch,” you cursed, though it came out as a half-sob.

The rain was still pouring down, trickling down your cheeks, under your clothes, each drop hitting you harshly. You wiped your eyes, trying to hold back the tears which would only further impair your vision. It seemed that the rain made out your whole world, filling your senses. It was all you could hear, all you could see, most of what you could feel on your skin, and even the smell of it on the concrete felt overpowering. You kept staring at the engine as though it would change anything, as though you’d be able to magically figure out the problem and then fix it.

God, this had already been such a bad day and now you weren’t even able to escape it.

Then, suddenly, hands landed on your shoulders and you spun around, ready to scream, when you met Eddie Munson’s warm brown eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked, though you could barely hear him over the rain.

“It’s not starting,” you shouted in hopes your voice would reach his ears. “I don’t know—”

He peeked under the hood, shook his head, and slammed it shut.

“C’mon,” he yelled, “let’s go to my car.”

The words conjured the image of his minivan into your mind. It was old, rusty, and it looked a few seconds away from falling apart.

But, well, if it ran, you were in no position to ask for more.

“Just a second!” you said, diving back in your car to grab your bag.

“Let’s go!”

Eddie was bouncing up and down for impatience, but he still waited for you to emerge again. Once you did, he grabbed your hand without a second’s hesitation, guiding you through the downpour. His hand was warm and firm, if a little calloused from playing the guitar.

When you reached it, he opened the door for you, catching you when stumbled into his back. He checked on you with worried eyes, then nodded once he’d figured you hadn’t hurt yourself. He slammed the door behind you once you’d gotten in, and a few seconds later he was sitting in the driver’s seat beside you, shaking his head like a wet dog to get some of the water out of his hair.

You let out a short laugh, wrapping your arms around yourself and doing your best to suppress a shiver.

“I’d offer you my jacket, princess,” Eddie said as he peeled it off himself, “but I don’t think it would do much for you right now.”

He unceremoniously threw it in the back of the van. In front of you, the glove compartment was overspilling with tapes. The van smelled like pot and cigarette, and it wasn’t much warmer than the outside, but it did have one amazing quality. Being dry.

“Th-Thanks,” you said, gritting your teeth in an attempt to keep them from chattering.

“No problem,” he answered with a shrug, reaching for his key to start the engine. “I mean, I wasn’t going to just abandon you.”

Despite how cold you were, a soft warmth was already spreading through you from Eddie’s mere presence — and, you suspected, from the earlier handholding. Even if it didn’t mean anything, it— happened. For sure. And you enjoyed it. Which— was probably not great, actually. Seems liked you’re getting ahead of yourself, reading into what clearly didn’t mean anything to him, and you guiltily put your hand under your leg, as if to punish it.

“What are you even doing here so late, huh?” Eddie asked as he backed away. “I mean, I think I’d have noticed if you’d been in detention with me. Have you ever even gotten detention?”

“No,” you answered, “I was at the library. Working on a— school project. I didn’t realize it was raining this hard.”

“Well, it’s pretty lucky we both came out at the same time, right?”

He shot you a wide smile that makes your stomach do a somersault.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s a good thing you spotted me.”

He shrugged with only one shoulder.

“I dropped by at the library to see if you were still there, and she told me you’d just left. I figured if I hurried I might still catch you.”

Oh.

“I’m glad you did,” you said quietly, but Eddie just laughed, not noticing the softness in your tone.

“I’m sure you’d have found someone else to call and come pick you up.”

Maybe. Now that you were less freaked out, you thought that Nancy would have come. Steve would have too. But that wasn’t what you were talking about.

“You live next door to Dustin’s, right?”

You were surprised he remembers that.

“Right.” You frowned at the rain that was still pouring outside. “I hope he made it home before it started. It’d be horrible to get caught under all that on a bike.”

You still could barely make out what was outside the— Wait a minute.

“Hey, shouldn’t you start your windshield wipers?”

“Oh,” Eddie said with his usual carelessness, “they’re toast. I need to get that fixed, but I haven’t gotten around to it. I mean, there’s so much that needs to be done on this baby, you know?”

“Hmm-hmm, well, that seems pretty dangerous, don’t you think?”

“Nah, it’s fine. The other drivers can avoid us. I’ve got my headlights on, I’m sure they can’t miss us.”

Those… were not conditions in which you liked being in a car.

The loud honking noise that followed mere seconds later, and Eddie swerving at the last second to avoid an upcoming truck… were worse.

“Shit!” Eddie screamed, stopping the van on the side of the road, while you held on to the grab handle for dear life.

You didn’t scream, though. Must have been the several near death experiences you’d had that helped you to hold on to your dignity, even in this situation. You had once found yourself in a car that was being chased by a giant fleshy spider. Of course, you’d still be dead if you crashed, a thought that made you a little nauseous, but still. This was basically nothing.

“Are you okay?” you asked the second the car stopped, turning towards Eddie, reaching for his face, his chest, making sure he wasn’t injured.

He blinked at you.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah.”

One of his hands came to cover the one you’d put on his chest.

“Are you?”

You nodded, quickly, decisively. Your senses were in overdrive, adrenaline kicking in, like there would be monsters coming anytime soon.

Except, of course, the gate to the Upside Down was closed. There were no monsters in Hawkins, El had lost her powers, and you were in a car with Eddie Munson. Whose eyes were boring into yours as his thumb stroked your wrist.

“I think we should wait here for things to clear out a bit,” he said at last, breath short.

“That works for me,” you replied.

You’d heard your mom recalling of a trip when she was young, when the wipers had broken down. Her dad had tied a rope to them and made her pull on it the whole trip, keeping the window open.

You… didn’t really want to try that. You would if you had to, but for now, you supposed you could just try and wait it off.

At least, that was what you were thinking before a new shiver had your entire body quivering, and you wrapped your arms tighter around yourself to try and suppress it.

“You okay?” Eddie asked, leaning towards you, eyes filled with concern.

“I’m f-f-fine,” you said. “Just drenched. I n-need a change of clothes, that’s all.”

He turned around to look at the back of his van, but it was mostly empty, apart from a box full of D&D rule books.

“I should start keeping blankets in there,” he muttered.

“It’s not like this kind of situation should be a frequent issue,” you pointed out, teeth still chattering.

“Yeah, but I’m thinking about taking this baby to a metal festival. And if I skip town after graduation, it wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

It was funny. You’d thought about that too — leaving Hawkins and never coming back. It had been your plan for the longest time. And yet, since the Upside Down, you weren’t sure there was a point in telling yourself that anymore.

This town would never leave you.

“That s-sounds fun. You could probably fit a mattress back there. Road-trip around the country.”

You missed the fondness in Eddie’s eyes when he looked at you.

You hadn’t even questioned the notion of him graduating. You were probably the only person who had any confidence in him ever making it out of here.

“You know,” he said, resting his hand on the seat behind you, “I can think of one way to warm yourself up.”

He bit his tongue to stop himself from laughing when your eyes immediately went wide.

Man, you were cute.

“C’mon,” you said, trying to laugh it off, trying to pretend that he hadn’t sent your heart spiking worse than the earlier near collision had, “be serious.”

His smile softened, just a little.

“Oh, trust me, princess, I’m more serious about this than I have ever been.” A pause, his eyes darting to the side as if searching his memories. “About anything,” he added after a second’s reflection. “What, didn’t like it last time?”

He was giving you an out, but you didn’t even notice, too quick to shake your head.

“No, no, it was… nice… It’s just I don’t— I mean I didn’t—”

He didn’t let you flail too long.

“If you thought it was just ‘nice’, I’ll have to try harder,” he said.

He didn’t wait any longer before leaning in. And you let him, heart hammering like it was trying to jump out of your chest, cheeks on fire, and with your entire body suddenly screaming for his touch.

His lips were soft when they pressed against yours, careful. Giving you another chance to push him away, should you want to. Instead, your eyes closed, and, slowly, you put your arms on his shoulders. You felt him tense for a second — worried he’d overstepped, worried you were about to push him off — and relax once you started pulling him towards you.

He started to move his lips, leaning further into the kiss. His nose brushed against your cheek as he took your bottom lip between his and you let out a quiet gasp. You tightened your hold on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you, and you felt his mouth curving into a smile. His hands were just as cautious as his mouth had been when he finally touched you. His fingers lingered on your arms first, before settling on your waist.

Soft kissing sounds filled the cabin, and Eddie was right, this was marking you warmer. Not just because it had set your whole body on fire, but also because he was practically radiating heat. And as much as he didn’t seem to want to push, it was only making you want more.

So, carefully, you parted your lips to let your tongue probe against his. You heard a grunt come from him, something that sounded suspiciously like ‘fuck’, and then he’d parted his lips too. His tongue brushed against yours, and the kiss turned more demanding. His hand squeezed your waist, pulling you closer to him, until your body was flush against his. It woke all sorts of very new sensations in you.

For the first time, you felt wanted. Desired. It made you grow bolder, and your hands moved from his neck into his hair, which you discovered was already half-dry. There was another grunt — or perhaps a moan — when your fingers scraped against his scalp. This time, you were the one who leaned closer, pressing yourself against him.

“Shit,” he whispered against your mouth. “You’re gonna drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”

No, you hadn’t, but that made you want to— try something. Something you would never have envisioned, even just a few minutes ago. Clumsily, you pushed yourself up on the seat so you’d be kneeling on it. Eddie’s hand followed, moving to the small of your back. The other one came up to your face as he tilted his head back, thumb stroking along your jaw.

Then, you lifted a leg, and put it over his lap. It wasn’t nearly as easy as the movies made it look, what with the steering wheel being in your back, and also how distracting the kissing was.

Eddie’s eyes shot open as you straddled him. He was flushed, breath fast, lips swollen.

“Is this okay?” you asked, breathless.

“Is this—” he choked on the words. “It’s more than okay, but— you sure?”

There was genuine concern in his voice, and such gentleness in the way he touched your face, the next shiver that ran through you had nothing to do with the cold.

You replied by kissing him again, harder, and this time you were sure it was a moan that came out of him. He was fully hard under you, you discovered, and that was perfect, because you found yourself aching as well. Eddie’s hand dipped underneath your shirt, touching bares skin, and it made you tingle all over. He didn’t try to push, but there was enough strength in his hold that you wondered if it was going to leave a mark.

You didn’t think you minded this idea.

You rolled your hips against him, and felt him jolt under you. He rubbed against you just right, and it sent sparks of pleasure through you. Under your shirt, his hand travelled a little higher, until it was brushing against your bra. A thrill ran down your spine at the thought of what could be next. You’d always thought you’d be nervous, in this situation, but you just felt good, and warm, and you couldn’t wait to—

There was a sudden knock against the van, and you practically flew off his lap, turning a terrified look against the back.

Your first thought was Demogorgon, despite the lack of sightings these past few months. It would be insane, obviously, but, well, everything that had happened in this town was insane. Your next thought was police and officer Powell telling your parents about your ‘public indecency’, which might be scarier than the Demogorgon, actually.

Then, the door open, and you discovered a very wet, very annoyed Dustin Henderson.

“Eddie, dude, thank God you’re here!” He threw his bike in the back and climbed in, closing the doors behind him. “I went to check something at the library and got caught by this shit, I thought I was going to fucking drown out there.”

Back hunched, he walked towards the seat, and blinked when he finally spotted you. You did your best to straighten your clothes, hoping what you’d been doing in there wouldn’t be too obvious.

“Oh, hey!” he said, and shot you his brightest smile. “Why are you here?”

“My car wouldn’t start,” you squeaked. “Eddie was kind enough to offer to take me home.”

Eddie had to fight himself not to scoff at that. Right. Kind. Well, it wasn’t like he’d planned on making out with you in his car, but he’d be lying if he’d said it was a selfless act.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” Dustin commented, climbing the seat and letting himself fall between you and Eddie. “That means you’re already going to my place!”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, not bothering to hide his annoyance, even if his fondness for the kid softened it, “but we’re not going anywhere right now. My wipers are dead, and I’m not driving like that. You’d be faster with your bike, honestly.”

“That’s fine,” Dustin said with a shrug, “I must have a rope somewhere. You can just tie that around your wrist, and you’ll be able to make them move.”

Eddie stared. Opened his mouth. Closed it.

Well, it looked like there was no escaping him. He glanced at you, and you were very pointedly avoiding his eyes.

“Sure, Henderson. Let’s do that.”

Your heart was still beating so loud that you could barely hear the conversation. The ache between your legs certainly hadn’t subsided, and your skin was still ablaze everywhere Eddie had touched you. You took an opportunity to steal a quick look at him, found him already staring.

The look in his eyes, and even more so, the slow way he was running his thumb over his lower lip told you he wanted to return to your earlier activities just as badly as you, and you had to look away quickly.

Well, this was just a setback. Maybe. Perhaps. Possibly. Possibly not. You’d kissed him before, but he hadn’t shown any interest in you after that — not that you’d noticed, anyway. Even now, as nice as it had felt — and you knew for a fact he’d enjoyed himself — it was mostly circumstances. You didn’t know if he’d— if he’d be into—

“Aaand done!” Dustin announced loudly. “We can go now. By the way, how’d you two know each other?”

Great. Now it was time to be grilled by the most inquisitive fifteen year old on the planet. He was also, of course, one of your favorite people in the whole world — you just weren’t quite in the right state of mind to talk to him. You cleared your throat awkwardly while Eddie gave a vague answer, which didn’t surprise. He’d kept the tutoring thing pretty discreet.

Of course, that was also never going to satisfy Dustin, and he already had seven more questions by the time Eddie closed his mouth.

This was going to be a long ride.

i hope you had fun reading this! any style inconsistencies with previous parts is because i started the series three years ago, when s4 was coming out, and didn't have the heart to continue after the last two episodes of that season came out :') I still hope you liked it! reblogs and comments of any kind are highly appreciated, and who knows, they might end up motivating me to write more for these two. if there is even a readerbase for eddie anymore. i'm not even daring to tag the people who'd asked me because this is from so long ago :')