I Didn’t Run Away This Time Right?

Robin was still terrified that someone would find out, or that the people you trusted the most would out the two of you. You, on the other hand, knew that wouldn’t necessarily be the case. You trusted your family more than anyone else in the world, not including the blue eyed girl currently laying on your bed.

Your mom already loved Robin like her own child. Jonathan had a few classes with Robin, but never took the time to get to know her, with her being your friend they got to know each other better. And Will, he didn’t really know how to feel about the teen that was now hanging out with his sister, but he didn’t seem to mind her when she was around. 

The entire day consisted of you and Robin spending time in your room laying on your bed as you listened to the different cassette tapes that Jonathan had gifted you, or the ones that you had taken from your brother's rooms. Robin was currently hovering above you, her arms resting near your face before she leaned down, pressing her lips to yours in a slow kiss, moving with the pace of the music that was loudly playing.

You didn’t hear the sound of the front door opening or the calls of your name from your brothers. Then, before you or Robin could take notice, the door to your room had opened and Jonathan was standing there like he had just seen a Demogorgon.

“Robin?” Was all he was able to say before a pillow went flying and hit him in the face.

“Jon! Get the hell out!” You yelled, embarrassed that your twin had walked in on you and your girlfriend.

Jonathan stuttered and reached for the door handle, not speaking a single coherent word, he closed the door.

You closed your eyes and tipped your head back, wishing that the Earth would swallow you whole. Robin decided to speak then, “I don’t think that went too bad… I mean it could’ve been a lot worse, we-we could’ve been like naked when he walked in, or it could’ve been your little brother. It could’ve been your mom-”

You cut her off with a short kiss, “Robin, I love you, but I really don’t want to think about any of that right now.”

She nodded, “Right sorry, you know how I get.”

“Yeah, well, why don’t we go out to the living room before Jon starts to think that something else is going on.”

You both then got up off the bed and slowly made your way to the living room. The TV was on and Will was sitting on the floor watching an episode of Doctor Who while Jonathan was nowhere to be found. Coming up behind your little brother you lightly messed his hair, something that you and your brothers did as a sign of affection. “So how did the campaign go today, Will the Wise?” You asked, emphasizing his title with a silly voice.

You sat on the floor as Will enthusiastically began to describe the adventure he had gone on with his friends. You were happy that he still had them, you knew it wasn’t easy for him after what had happened last year with him being taken to the Upside Down.

Just when he had started telling you about the epic battle that he and the other boys had to fight in, your mom had walked through the door.

You heard Jonathan call out, “Hey mom!” Which you and Will both echoed.

Robin, who had been sitting on the couch listening to you and Will, greeted your mom with a, “Hi Mrs. Byers!”

She turned to look at Robin, “Sweetie, how many times do I need to tell you? You can just call me Joyce.” Giving Robin a comforting smile, letting her know that it really was okay.

You then decided that now would be a good time to bring up the relationship that you and Robin had, just wanting to bite the bullet and get it over with. “Hey, mom… can I talk to you for just a second? In private?”

She gave you a confused look, but nodded her head anyway. That was just one of the things that you loved about your mom, whenever you or your brothers needed something she was always there. No matter how weird or strange the request may be.

You closed the door to your room behind the two of you, not wanting your brothers to intervene. You started picking at your nails, nervous about how to start this conversation. Your mom grabbed your hands before you could do any real damage to them, causing you to look into her eyes. “Honey, what’s going on? You know you can tell me anything right?”

You nodded, feeling tears starting to well up in your eyes. When you tried to start saying what you wanted to say, the only sound that came out was a broken sob. Your mom pulled you into her arms, one of her hands stroking your hair. “It’s okay, just take your time.”

Your breaths started to slow as you collected yourself, still hiding in her shoulder. After a few more seconds you gathered up the courage and spoke, “Mom… Robin and I, we-we’re not… we’re more than friends.”

You could feel as her arms tightened around you, “Are you saying that Robin is your girlfriend?”

All you could manage was a hum of agreement. “Oh honey, you know that who you date doesn’t matter to me right? Some of the things that your father has said about you kids, I don’t want you to ever, ever think that I share those ideas. You’re my babies, I always want what’s best for you, okay?”

The tears from before came back stronger as you pulled away so you could look into her eyes, “I knew I shouldn’t have worried but, I couldn’t help but think the worst, y’know?” You sniffled.

Your mom smiled, “Why don’t we go back out there? I really don’t want Jonathan to be alone in the kitchen.”

You laughed as you made your way back into the living room. Your eyes caught on Will as you sat next to Robin on the couch. “Hey kiddo, can I talk to you about something?” Your eyes shifted over to Robin, silently asking her if it was okay if the youngest Byers knew. She quickly nodded her head before averting her eyes to stare at her sock covered feet.

“Yeah, what’s going on? Does this have to do with what you said to mom?”

“Um… yeah, it-it does.” You took a shaky breath, not wanting to cry in front of your little brother. “I’m uh, well the thing is-” Robin held your hand in hers, letting her know that she was right there in case things got bad, “Will, Robin and I are dating.”

“Really? I didn’t think that girls could date other girls.” The confused look on his face made you melt.

“Well, it’s frowned upon by most people, they think that it’s ‘unnatural’.” You attempted to explain.

Will was silent for a moment before asking, “What about boys?”

Now it was your turn to give him a confused look, “What do you mean?”

“Boys who like boys, are they treated the same way as girls are?” The wide-eyed innocent look broke your heart.

“Yeah, I’m afraid so bud. Why? Is there a boy at school you’ve been crushing on?”

“Kinda… I don’t know, haven’t really thought about it much.”

You hummed, “Well, if you ever wanna talk about it you just let me know okay?”

Will stood from his place on the ground, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your neck. “I love you (Y/N).”

I still remember the look on your face Lit through the darkness at 1:58 The words that you whispered for just us to know You told me you loved me So why did you go away? Away

It was a cold winter night, you had stayed the night at Eddie’s while your dad was out of town for a few weeks. You couldn’t sleep, rolling over to glance at the digital clock sitting on Eddie’s bedside table. The clock read 1:58 AM in bright red numbers. Feeling you shifting around, Eddie woke, quietly mumbling, “What’re ya doin’ sweetheart?”

“Sorry, couldn’t sleep,” you whispered back.

“D’ya wanna talk ‘bout it?” Eddie was still half asleep, but he’d do anything if it would make you feel better.

You gently shook your head, “Not really, go back to sleep baby,” you said as you lightly traced his face.

He closed his eyes, “M’kay, I love you sweetheart. You know that, right?”

You couldn’t hold back your giggle, “Yeah, Eds, I know. I love you too.”

You snuggled in close, tucking your head underneath Eddie’s chin, the weight of his arms securing you against his body.

I do recall now, the smell of the rain Fresh on the pavement I ran off the plane That July ninth, the beat of your heart It jumps through your shirt I can still feel your arms

It had been almost a year since you had been in Hawkins, going out of state for college wasn’t something you really agreed with, but with the deaths and disappearances over the last few years your dad didn’t give you a choice. It was raining when the plane landed, you couldn’t wait any longer and rushed to get your things and off the plane, almost running to baggage claim when you saw him. 

His signature black ripped jeans, long shaggy hair, and ring clad fingers. Without hesitation you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he squeezed your waist.

The two of you were pressed against each other to the point where you could feel his heartbeat through his shirt. You thought you felt it skip a beat as he spoke, “I missed you like crazy,” he pulled away just enough to look in your eyes, his arms holding you in place, “You’re not allowed to leave for that long ever again. Understand? I don’t care what your dad says.”

You nodded, a giant smile on your face as you said, “Don’t worry, I won’t let him.”

Eddie gave you another squeeze before letting you go so you could collect your things, hoping that this summer would be a lazy one with your friends and family.

But now I'll go Sit on the floor, wearing your clothes All that I know is I don't know How to be something you miss

You were sitting on your bedroom floor at your dad's house, still not sure if you were in a terrible nightmare, or if this was your new reality. You were wearing Eddie’s Hellfire shirt, curled up in a ball, head tucked into your knees as tears continuously streamed down your face with no signs of stopping anytime soon.

I never thought we'd have a last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips

Eddie was laying on the ground, blood covering his neck and torso as you ran to him, not sure what you were going to see. You slowed your pace as you approached. Kneeling, you placed Eddie’s head in your lap.

“E-Eddie?” You could feel the sting of tears as they welled up in your eyes, you took in the sight of Eddie.

“(Y/N)?” His eyes slowly trailed to you.

“Hey,” you sniffled, “Hey baby, we’re gonna getcha outta here, okay?”

You could hear him struggle as he choked out: “Okay,” after a pause he continued, “I didn’t run away this time right?”

Tears were leaving streaks down your face, washing away the dirt and grime of the Upside Down, as you whispered, “No, you didn’t run away.”

His breaths were getting shallow, you didn’t know how much longer he had left, but it wouldn’t be enough, “Good. ‘Cause I’m actually gonna graduate. I think it’s finally my year. We can go wherever we want sweetheart.”

You nodded, tears falling from your face onto Eddie’s. You leaned down, scrunching your eyes closed as you softly pressed your lips to his. Not wanting to forget even a single detail of him.

You whispered a final, “I love you Eds,” as his eyes became unfocused and glassy. You felt the moment that his body went limp, a strangled “NO!” echoing around you.

I do remember the swing of your step The life of the party, you're showing off again And I'd roll my eyes and then you'd pull me in I'm not much for dancing, but for you, I did Because I love your handshake, meeting my father I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions

Somehow you had convinced Eddie to go to this party with you. You wanted to go to catch up with friends when Eddie decided to become the main event. He was doing business selling weed to whoever was desperate enough and making a scene by being his overdramatic self. 

That’s when you felt a tug on your arm, “Come and dance with me sweetheart,” the smile on his face was infectious. You rolled your eyes as he led you through a few dances, pulling you closer with every move, the music and atmosphere getting to you. 

Eddie had met your father only once, as you walked into the house you announced your presence. Your dad was taller than Eddie, which must’ve intimidated him from the look that the metalhead gave you. He masked his fear and stuck his hand out, “It’s nice to meet you sir, I’m Eddie Munson, (Y/N)’s boyfriend.”

Your father took Eddie’s hand, “Well, it’s finally nice to put a face to the name. (Y/N) won’t stop talking about you.”

Eddie laughed, “Only good things I hope.”

You were waiting for Eddie to meet you at the picnic table in the woods behind the football field. You heard a noise like a stick being snapped in half, when you looked up, you saw Eddie walking with his head down and hands in the pockets of his jeans. As he approached, you stood, meeting him halfway.

“Hey handsome, why do you look so mopey today? Y’know I thought me coming here would be a gre-”

You were cut off by Eddie placing his lips on yours, a gentle thing that ended as soon as it began. “I hate when you do that. You do know that, right?” You interrogated.

He just smiled, “Yeah, but I can’t help it. You’re just too beautiful, sweetheart.”

And I'll go Sit on the floor, wearing your clothes All that I know is I don't know How to be something you miss

You were still curled up wearing Eddie’s shirt as memories, good and bad, played through your mind like a greatest hits reel. There’s no way that he was gone, he couldn't be. He hadn’t even graduated, let alone got the chance to get away from lazy little Hawkins. There was so much you wanted to do with him, that you can’t do with him. The shirt still smelled like him.

I never thought we'd have a last kiss I never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips

You didn’t know how long you sat there in the Upside Down for. You couldn’t let go of Eddie’s body. You continued sobbing, cradling Eddie as your tears spilled onto his bandana that was wrapped around his head.

You sniffled, “Eddie? Eddie, come back. Please. Please come back. I ca-can’t do this without you. Please, Eddie, I love you.” You kissed the top of his head, then his temple, his cheek, until you reached his lips, letting your lips linger on his, hoping that it could somehow bring him back to life.

You tried to clean the blood off of his face, “I’ll never forget you, never,” you couldn’t tell if the promise was for him or for yourself, but you still believed it. As long as you lived you would always remember Edward Wayne Munson. Even if no one else would.

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe And I'll keep up with our old friends Just to ask them how you are Hope it's nice where you are And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day And something reminds you, you wish you had stayed You can plan for a change in the weather and time But I never planned on you changing your mind

You had found a stack of polaroids of you and Eddie that you had saved over the years together. Most of them weren’t that good, either out of focus or not framed quite right, but they were yours. They were the memories that you would never part with. The only thing you had left to remind you of what Eddie looked like before everything went to hell in a handbasket. Before he was accused of murder, before he ran, before any of this supernatural Upside Down nonsense was even on your radar.

Even with the pictures it was getting harder and harder to remember him, his voice: Was it deeper? Was there a certain lilt to it? Did ‘sweetheart’ actually sound like that? You couldn’t remember. 

His hands: Were they really that warm? Did the rings he wore go on certain fingers? It all felt like it was slipping away.

You still talked to the Hellfire Club, especially Dustin, Mike, and Lucas. The three boys who actually dealt with the Upside Down, that knew about all of the dangers. Because they were also grieving the loss of their friend Max, but at least she was in the hospital. There was actually a body if she didn’t make it. To prove that it actually happened.

Steve and Robin were who you talked to the most though. Having classes with them yourself, and them in turn having classes with Eddie. They were around for most of his antics and outbursts over the years. It was hard on them, even though they weren’t very close with the metalhead, it still hurt. Maybe not as much as it hurt you, but they tried to be understanding.

The only thing you could hope for was that he was somewhere better, maybe he was partying with some rockstars he had admired. You knew that had to be better than Hawkins. The sun hidden behind clouds as the town was split into quarters, the Upside Down merging with regular old Hawkins. Vecna was still on the loose, there were too many loose ends, too much pain and suffering. 

You still couldn’t believe what he had done, sacrificing himself for a town that labeled him a freak and a monster. A town that went on a manhunt for him over a false accusation. 

Every time you close your eyes that moment repeats: You and Dustin had made it back through the gate, both of you encouraging Eddie to climb back through. He reached for the spear, cut the sheets that connected both sides and ran back through the door of the trailer in the Upside Down.

So, I'll go Sit on the floor, wearing your clothes All that I know is I don't know How to be something you miss

The Hellfire shirt still smelled like him; like cigarettes, his cheap cologne, and something that was as unique as Eddie himself. You still sat there, unable to move from your place on the floor, staring at pictures from a life you can’t get back. He was gone, and there was nothing you could’ve done to prepare yourself for this. 

The ache in your chest wasn’t what hurt the most. It was the fact that you wouldn’t get any more time; no more late night talks, no more dances, no more Eddie. And you didn’t know if there was any way to emotionally recover from the what ifs and loss.

I never thought we'd have a last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips

Numbness. That was all you could feel as you sat there, running your fingers through his hair, his head still in your lap. The tears on your face had dried, leaving streaks down your face. That’s when they found you; Steve, Nancy, and Robin were on their way back from the Creel House when they stumbled upon you hunched over Eddie’s lifeless body.

Steve was the one to speak up, “(Y/N)... we have to go, Vecna won. He got Max.”

You shook your head, “No, I’m not leaving him here. Eddie deserves a proper burial,” you whispered, “Don’t make me leave him here. Please Steve.”

He sighed, “We have to go,” Steve attempted to grab your arm and move you away from Eddie’s body.

You ducked and tucked yourself closer to Eddie as tears started running down your face once again. After a few minutes of arguing with Steve he gave in, “Fine, say your goodbyes, then we’re leaving… and we’re not lugging him with us.”

The girls and Steve gave you space to make your final goodbye to the boy who would always have your heart. “I have to go now, Eds but I love you, okay?” you took a shaky breath, “No matter what, I will always love you.” You leaned down pressing one last tender kiss to his forehead which had started to lose color, looking paler than he had before.

You got up, turning to get one last glimpse of the boy who had died for a town that hated him. Who died and took your heart with him.

Eddie had wanted you to meet his uncle for a while now, but the timing was never quite right. Either Wayne had picked up an extra shift or you were busy with extra curriculars, babysitting, or school work. So when the time finally came for you to meet Eddie’s only family, you were beyond nervous. You wanted to make a good impression, you wanted Wayne to like you. Eddie constantly reassured you that his uncle did.

“You’ll be just fine! Honestly, he’s probably more nervous than you are right now. Wayne’s gotta be relieved because he won’t have to hear me talk about you, you’ll be right with me.” You could hear the smile that you knew was on his face as you pulled up to the trailer that Eddie called home.

“You’ve told him about me?”

“How could I not? You’re my girl, I’m always gonna talk about you,” His hand reached over to where your hands rested in your lap, grabbing the one closest to him, causing you to look up at him.

“I love you, and Wayne’s gonna love you too sweetheart, you need to stop being so hard on yourself. That’s my girlfriend you’re being mean to y’know.”

“Okay, lover boy. Let’s get inside before you start getting too mushy.”

With that Eddie launched himself out of the van and around to your side, opening the door before you could reach for the handle, and offering one of his hands to you, helping you step out of the van.

You laughed at his antics, “Someone’s on their best behavior today.”

There was a grin on Eddie’s face, one that you knew meant he was really trying. Whether that meant trying to be a good boyfriend, or to prove to his uncle that he was, you couldn’t tell, but it did make you smile up at him as he led you to one of the doors and into the trailer.

Upon entering the small home, you could immediately smell garlic and tomatoes. 

A voice made itself known in the kitchen, “I was wond’rin’ when you two love birds would show up. Spaghetti for dinner. I hope that’s okay with you,” and there in the kitchen was who you could only guess was Wayne Munson, Eddie’s uncle.

Eddie had a hand resting on your lower back as he responded, “Yeah, that’s fine. Uhh… s-so Wayne, this is my um, my girl-girlfriend, (y/n).”

You had never seen Eddie this nervous, ever. It never occurred to you that he could be nervous. Especially about something like this. You had expected Eddie to walk right in and boast about you, not stand there stuttering over his words like a little kid that had just gotten in trouble.

You decided to bring the attention to yourself with a quick and polite: “Hi Mr. Munson.”

Wayne had looked at you then, “Darlin’ you can just call me Wayne, none of that formal stuff matters much to me.”

“Oh, okay. Um… thank you for having me, then.”

Wayne laughed, “are you kiddin’ me? Ed wouldn’ve shut up about ya if I didn’t.”

You laughed, knowing that Wayne was telling the truth. You looked towards Eddie wanting to see his reaction, his head was hanging and you could see a blush starting to form on his face. 

“Wayne c’mon, really?” Eddie complained.

“Son, I’ve had to listen to you talk about this young lady for too damn long, any longer and I might’ve lost my damn mind. Now c’mon and eat, food’s gonna get cold.”

After a quiet dinner the three of you were still sitting at the small dining table, talking about whatever you could think of. Eddie had gotten up from the table, saying he needed to use the bathroom.

Silence fell over you and Wayne when you spoke up, “Mr. Mu- I mean, Wayne?”

“Mhm?” 

“I just wanted to let you know that… Eddie wouldn’t be the person he is today if it wasn’t for you. I don’t know how he ended up with you instead of being raised by his parents, but I know that if he had stayed with them… he wouldn’t be the Eddie I know now. He’s such a gentleman and so polite, always making sure that I’m okay. And he gets that from you, I can tell.”

You could just barely see the tears in Wayne’s eyes when he spoke up, “It hasn’t been easy for him, for either of us really. His daddy, my brother, was a drunk. Abusive as hell toward Ed’s momma, and one night,” he took a shaky breath, “One night, he took it too far. She ended up in a coma, Ed… he tried to stop him, got a big ol’ bruise right across his face from where his daddy hit him. I was called, and when I got to the house there were police everywhere, Ed was sitting in the back of one car. They had already taken my brother to the station. Suddenly I was raising a four year old boy on my own. We visited his momma whenever we could, one night we had come to visit, the doctors had stopped us before we could walk in. She had passed away, Ed was ‘bout six then? I never thought I would see that boy smile again. It took him a while, a damn long while. And now I see him all grown up, with a wonderful young lady that he won’t shut up about, and I know that I raised him right. I know his momma would be proud of that boy. And I hope to God he never has to see his daddy, because that bastard don’t deserve to see how much that boy has changed. He doesn’t deserve to even know Ed. As far as I’m concerned he’s my son, and I’d do anything for that kid.”

Both you and Wayne were crying, tears streaming down your faces. You looked up past Wayne, Eddie was standing there in the hallway. You didn’t know how much he heard, apparently most, if not all of it. He walked over, standing behind his uncle, leaned down and wrapped his arms around the older man, burying his face in Wayne’s shoulder.

You could barely hear when Eddie spoke, “I love you old man, I don’t show it often, let alone say it. I have no idea where I’d be right now if it wasn’t for you.”

The two parted, Eddie looked at you quickly before averting his gaze and staring at the floor. You stood, walking over to him and placing your hands on his cheeks, tilting his head up so you could look into his eyes. Without saying anything you leaned forward, closing your eyes as Eddie’s lips met yours in a slow, tender kiss. As if kissing any other way would break the long haired man into a thousand little pieces.

You moved your face away from his, looking into his eyes again, you could see the love he held for you being brought to the surface.

Wayne cleared his throat, causing you and Eddie to step away from each other. Evidently, during your little makeout session, the older man had grabbed a photo album and set it down on the table.

Eddie’s eyes went wide, “Wayne, please don’t do this, not tonight.”

Wayne didn’t listen as he opened the book motioning for you to sit down and look at the photos. When you did, you were greeted with a picture of a little boy, most likely 7 or 8 years old, looking into the camera with a smile that took over his entire face, a few teeth missing as well. The little boy was holding a small acoustic guitar, without a doubt, you knew this was a picture of Eddie as a kid. 

Wayne spoke up, “This was the first Christmas after Ed’s momma died, I saved up as much money as I could that year, he had started showin’ an interest in music and playing guitar, so I figured ‘why the hell not’ and found one that wasn’t too expensive. Now look at ‘im, has his own band and everything.”

Eddie chimed in, sitting next to you to see the photos as well, “We play for a crowd of rowdy drunks, it’s not that impressive Wayne.”

The older man laughed, “shit, it’s more than I could ever do. I don’t know where that talent came from, but it sure as hell didn’t come from us Munsons.”

You had turned the page, seeing a picture of a baby resting in a woman’s arms. She had a bright smile, one that reminded you so much of Eddie’s. Her hair was a light brunette color that went to her shoulders. The baby in her arms was also facing the camera, but he was focused on the woman holding him instead.

You could hear as Eddie’s breath caught, “I-I’ve never seen this before. Wayne, where did this picture come from?”

Wayne let out a sigh, your eyes darting between the picture, Eddie, and his uncle. “I found it, when I was going through some things. Your momma had kept this book for you, I put any pictures I had taken of you and mixed them in with these other photos. I was s’posed to give it to ya for your 18th birthday. She even had a letter to go with it. I don’t know if she knew that somethin’ was gonna happen to her or what. This is yours, that I do know.”

You glanced back over at Eddie, tears were streaming down his face. You wrapped an arm around him as he leaned his head against yours, “She was so beautiful,” he whispered. You nodded your head, Eddie’s mother was beautiful, there was no denying it.

Eddie had turned the page this time, the next photo to greet you was one of Eddie as a toddler, being held by a man with short dark hair. You looked over to Wayne, “Is this you?”

Wayne could only shake his head, a fire that hadn’t been there before was now burning in his eyes. “No, that ain’t me. That’s Ed’s daddy.”

Taking a closer look, you could see the resemblance between Wayne and the man in the picture, but also a resemblance between Eddie and the man as well. They both had dark eyes, and the same nose, but that was where the similarities ended. 

Eddie had gotten up and walked into his room, leaving you and Wayne to sit in the kitchen in a tense silence.

“I’m gonna go check on him,” you announced.

“I shouldn’t have brought that damn thing out, I know how he gets when his daddy’s mentioned, let alone seeing a picture of that bastard,” Wayne sighed, “Might as well turn in for the night, it’s getting late. It was nice meeting you though,” Wayne stated as he moved toward the living room.

“It was nice meeting you too, goodnight Mr. Munson.”

Opening the door to Eddie’s room, you were met with the sight of the metalhead laying face down on his bed, arms hugging one of his pillows tightly, face buried in it. You knocked on the doorframe to get his attention. When he looked up you were standing there with a concerned and sad look on your face.

Eddie spoke, voice broken, “I’m sorry sweetheart, it’s just… I can’t stand to even look at a picture of him, knowing what he did to my mom. I shouldn’t have walked out of the room like that, that wasn’t fair to you… or my uncle.”

You sat at the edge of Eddie’s bed, placing a hand on his back and started tracing comforting circles there, “Listen, Wayne feels horrible about what happened. And I shouldn’t have asked.”

Eddie’s head shook, his hair shifting with the movement, “No, you had every right to ask,” he let out a humorless laugh, “I sure as shit wasn’t gonna do it. I’m just sorry you had to see me act like that,” Eddie had turned his head so he could look at you, “that’s not the kind of man I want to be, especially towards you.”

“Good thing you’re not that kind of man then.”

Eddie’s lips twitched, tears had started to pool in his eyes. Those pretty big brown eyes that conveyed so much emotion. He whispered a strangled, “c’mere.”

He turned so he was laying on his back, arms wide open for you. As you laid down on the bed, you felt the weight of his arms around you. You buried your face in his chest as your arms wrapped around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair.

You whispered, “I love you Eddie, so so much. And guess what?”

“What?” he asked quietly.

“Your mom loves you too, and she’s so proud of you.”

After about five minutes Eddie had lit a joint, took a drag, then handed it to you which you happily accepted. As you passed the blunt back and forth your minds became more hazy.

You were laying down at this point, after having finished smoking, while one of Eddie’s metal radio stations playing extremely loud as he kissed all over your face.

“Y’know, this is probably the best date we’ve ever been on,” he mumbled onto your skin. The hot air from his mouth mixed with the vibrations of his voice causing you to shiver.

“Yeah?” you asked, you’re brain feeling like jelly from the differing sensations.

“Aw, is my girl already blissed out of her mind?” He questioned. 

The only thing you could do was nod your head.

“It’s okay sweetheart, I’ll take good care of you,” he said before placing his lips over yours, the kiss slow and sensual.

As he kissed you, his left hand worked its way down your body stopping right at the waist of your shorts. Breaking the kiss for only a few seconds to ask: “Can I take these off for you pretty girl?”

You let out a breathy whine of “yes” nodding your head to prove your point.

Eddie slowly worked your shorts down your legs, tossing them behind you into the van. His eyes zeroed in on the lacy red underwear you picked out this morning.

“Shit babe, I guess we better see if it’s a matching set,” he said before practically ripping your shirt off of your body to reveal that you were, in fact, wearing a matching lacy red set. Eddie laughed commenting, “All of this just for me? God damn babe, what did I do to deserve you?”

Before you could attempt at making a comment, Eddie’s left hand had circled back to your lace covered pussy, rubbing his fingers up and down the fabric.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’ve already soaked through your panties. Is all of this because of me?” He asked, though he already knew what the answer would be.

You let out a breathy “yeah, all for… for you, Eds.”

He chuckled before letting his fingers slip underneath the waistband. One of his ring-clad fingers circled around your clit before burying inside of you. You let out a whine a the feeling of his metal rings against you.

“That’s right baby, nobody can hear you, be as loud as you want,” he cooed into your ear as he slipped another finger inside of you.

You moaned out, “fuck… Eds,” as you grabbed onto his arms.

“It’s okay baby, I’m right here,” he leaned down to kiss you as his fingers moved faster. He moved down from your lips, over your neck, to your tits, placing sloppy kisses over every inch of skin.

Your moans grew louder as he started leaving bruising kisses that would turn into hickies all over your neck and chest, which you would scold him for later when you weren’t being completely finger-fucked out of your mind.

“E-Eds,” you sigh, “I’m getting… getting close.”

“Hold on for just a little bit longer okay?”

And before you could respond, Eddie had pulled his fingers from your aching center, before completely ripping your panties off of you. He hadn’t said a word to you as he buried his head between your legs. The feeling of his tongue on your clit, as his fingers went back to where you needed them most, was enough to send you over the edge. With a few more movements from his fingers, you were gone.

Breathing hard, you looked down to see your metalhead boyfriend, fingers still buried deep inside you, as he licked up as much of your release as he could without sending you over the edge again. You started to whine again as you gripped his wavy hair, pulling him away from your now sensitive center.

“How’re you feeling sweetheart?” He asked.

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath, “really fuckin’ good babe, but what about you?”

He gave you a confused look, “What do you mean? I feel great.”

“No, I mean... do you want me to… y’know, return the favor?”

You were currently sitting on the table, jeans thrown behind Eddie, who stood in front of you with his ring clad fingers buried deep inside of you. His lips leaving marks across your neck, jaw, anywhere he could reach.

You let out a quiet moan, the feeling of his lips and fingers bringing you closer to your inevitable release.

“Aww… does my sweet girl feel good?” Eddie teased.

You nodded, “Need more, Eds. N-need-” you gasped, “Need you”

Eddie let out a light laugh against your shoulder, “We’ll see about that.”

You heard the dull sound of something being dropped onto the table behind you. When you turned to look, you saw a red d20 with gold colored numbers, the number 10 was facing up.

“Sorry sweetheart, but you need a 12 or higher to get me out of my pants,” you let out a whine. Eddie relented, “but because you’ve been a good girl, and you have a +7 in charisma, you have persuaded me.”

And with that he had stripped himself of his torn up black jeans and his boxers in one motion. You could see precum glisten at the tip of his aching cock, his ringed fingers still moving inside of you. You reached out, grabbing at his hips to bring the two of you closer. 

Eddie removed his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth, tasting you. As he licked his fingers clean, he kept his dark brown, lust filled eyes locked with yours. You watched as his hand moved back down to his cock, guiding it to where you needed him most. The feeling of him slowly moving inside you bringing you back to that high.

He was almost moving too slowly, which you pointed out, “Eds, I need more.”

“More what, sweetheart?” His mouth was right next to your ear, causing you to shiver at the sound of his voice mixed with the warmth of his breath.

“Faster, go faster.” Getting irritated, you reached behind you, hand blindly searching for the red d20 the metalhead had rolled earlier. Eddie was still thrusting into you at an achingly slow pace. Your hand found the die, rolling it around before letting it drop onto the table.

Eddie looked over your shoulder once again to read the number that, apparently, decided how this private “session” would play out. The brown eyed man clicked his tongue, “A 15, alright princess, you better hold on.”

Before you could ask, you had wrapped your arms around Eddie’s neck, hands getting buried in his long wavy hair, as he started pounding into you, rougher and faster than before. His lips found yours in a sloppy kiss that had you moaning into his mouth. One of his hands trailing down your body, to where you needed it most, as the other gripped your waist. 

He panted, “Roll again,” his breath was hot against your lips.

As you rolled the d20, you could feel the tension building, getting closer to a much needed release. The die fell to the table once again, this time a golden 8 facing you. As you both looked at the die, you felt him slowing down and trailing his hand back up your body, away from your aching clit.

You whined out, your release still on the brink.

“Sorry princess,” Eddie was breathing hard, his face had a light flush, “not even your +7 charisma can save you here.”

He was moving slower, you moaned out, “Eddie,” he brought his hands down to your thighs, lifting them to wrap around his waist.

The slightly different angle causing you to continue your quiet whining and moaning.

“S-uh, save,” with this the metalhead stopped moving all together, “no, no,” you tried to get him to move, using your legs wrapped around him to push him back into you.

“Save?” Eddie was confused, “Save what sweetheart?”

“Save throw, that’s what it’s called… right?”

He chuckled, you were still getting used to the terminology, “Saving throw, but yeah, you want a saving throw?” He questioned as he suddenly and forcefully thrusted back into you.

You let out a whimper as you nodded your head, you reached up, untangling your hands from his long hair to place them on his face. Pulling him in for a seductive kiss, he started shallowly thrusting, going slow. He reached out for the d20, letting it drop. 

He glanced over, “No. Fucking. Way.”

“What?”

You didn’t get a response, just the suddenness of Eddie laying you out so your back was against the table. He moved like a man getting one last fuck before death claimed him. He grabbed your wrists with one hand pinning them above your head as the other snaked down your body. His fingers rubbing at your clit as he continued his frenzied pace. 

You could feel your release building up as you cried out “Eddie, please, please let me cum. I need it, please.”

“You rolled a fucking nat 20,” he panted, “you can cum whenever you want princess.”

With a few more thrusts, your legs were shaking as you came, a high-pitched whine you didn’t think you were capable of, escaping from your mouth. Eddie followed soon after, a dark and low moan leaving his lips. His cum painting the insides of your wet, aching, and abused pussy.

He was still buried deep inside you, covering you with his warm body, “Shit princess,” he panted, trying to regulate his breathing, “We need to use those dice more often.”

You giggled and let out a sigh, combing your fingers through his messy hair, “Especially if it leads to sex, right?”

“Oh please,” he said in an exaggerated offended tone, “I would ne-”

You gave him a look that said, Don’t say never you damn perv

“You’re right I would,” he agreed as he slowly lifted himself off of your body.

He gathered up your clothes, placing them on his “throne” as he dressed. As he walked back over to where you were once again sitting on the table, Eddie ripped the bandana out of the back pocket of his jeans. He handed it to you so you could somewhat clean up the mess between your legs before getting dressed.

After actually cleaning up the drama room, you walked out of Hawkins High and into the night. One of your hands in Eddie’s much bigger one, fingers laced together.

“So… same time next week?” He asked.

“Unless you want another private “session” this weekend,” you teased.

Eddie brought the hand not holding yours to cover his face, “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re gonna be the death of me.”