#munsoninthedark.writes

He takes your hand and the two of you make your way out to the parking lot. He places everything in the back of the van and then the two of you get in. The ride back to Forest Hills is a bit silent save for the songs playing on the radio. You know that he will tell you what’s wrong once you get to the trailer.

Once inside Eddie’s room, he tosses his bag on the ground and sits on his bed. He pats the spot next to him, and you sit down right there. Still, there is tension. Finally, he lights up a leftover joint from the bedside table.

“Alright, I’ll tell you what happened.”

The two of you pass the joint back and forth for a bit before Eddie finally faces you. There’s something in his eyes that lets you know he’s about to be very vulnerable. Almost like a silent plea for you not to judge him too harshly.

“It’s just that…it’s been a while since I’ve been with someone.” He finally confesses.

“Is that all? It’s the same for me. Hard to date when it’s all the same bastards in town.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, not like that. Just…”

Then it dawns on you. He’s talking about how it's been a while since he’s had someone physically. It hits you sort of hard in a way, because you weren’t expecting him to talk about his troubles in the bedroom. You two have always been close, but this is a facet of his life that you haven’t really talked about too much.

“Oh…shit, man I’m sorry. I guess I misunderstood.” 

He laughs. “It’s alright. It’s not something I wanted to talk about, but you sussed me out.”

Another moment of silence as the two of you realize what kind of boundary you have crossed together. It wasn’t unpleasant, just something new and sort of exciting. You move a little closer.

“Have you thought about maybe asking someone out on a date?” You offer.

“It’s been a long time, so I’m just…like what if I’m rusty? What if I can’t fuck?”

Now this has you speechless. Eddie notices and he’s apologizing, but you try to reassure him that it’s fine. You’d be dumb(and a liar) to say that Eddie wasn’t hot. You’ve noticed him the entire time you went through puberty, and even now, you have caught yourself checking out your best friend. But that’s what you two are, you’re best friends and  you didn’t want to ruin it.

“I really doubt you can’t fuck anymore. I mean how does someone even lose that ability?”

Eddie groans and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “I don’t fuckin’ know. I just worry I can’t make someone cum, or maybe I’ll blow my load too fast.”

“Well, how can I help?”

The words just spilled out from your mouth. You didn’t know they were coming, and honestly, you were very embarrassed. Eddie looks at you with wide eyes, not sure how to answer either. Tension grows between you both, leaving you both just flustered messes.

“I should probably go then…”

He grabs your hand. “Please don’t. I don’t…I don’t wanna be alone.”

This causes you to pause. He sounds so vulnerable right now. You’ve seen him vulnerable, but never about anything like this. And when you look into his big, doe eyes, you find yourself unable to pull away. Eddie leans in closer, and you can smell his cologne mixed in with the scent of weed.

The moment your lips press together, you’re convinced that you should have been doing this years ago. Eddie kisses you like a man starved, pulling you even closer so he can’t let you go. His tongue slides against your bottom lip and when you part your lips, he moans as your tongues touch. You have to admit that the sound alone has you aroused. He pulls away to breathe, but keeps his forehead against yours.

“Shit…shit…” he laughs breathlessly. “Did you know it would feel that good?”

“No…no I didn’t know.”

He kisses you again, this time cupping your cheeks with his hands. His lips are searing against yours, almost like he’s trying to brand you as his. His hands then soothe down to your shoulders, then down your arms. You’re melting into his affections, arching your back to get even closer. Without warning, Eddie pulls you onto his lap. This makes you gasp, and he laughs softly.

“Sorry, I kinda—kinda got excited there.”

You lean in to kiss him; you’re trying to shut his insecurities up. If there’s one thing you don’t want Eddie to feel, it’s the feeling of not being good enough. He’s enjoying himself, kissing you longer and harder. Your tongues dance together as his hand slides up your shirt, relishing in the warmth of your skin.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” Eddie confesses, his brain is a little mush. “I was too dumb to say it cause I didn’t wanna ruin what we have and I swear I was going to tell you but I—”

He’s interrupted with you kissing him once more. The kind of kiss that really makes him feel desired. He doesn’t think of anything else but continuing to make out. As his hands soothe up and down your sides, he begins to rock his hips for a little relief. You whine against his lips, your own body starts moving with his.

“Before we go any further,” Eddie breathes. “I need to know if you’re truly okay with this.”

You look into his eyes and all you see is adoration in them. “Eddie, of course. I wouldn’t be straddling your lap and dry humping you if I didn’t want this.”

He snorts with laughter. “Okay, good point.”

Eddie then helps you lie down on the bed, and you keep giving him that smile of yours. The one that’s always made his heart skip a beat and restart haphazardly. It’s something he’s always been in love with; your smile brings so much light into his life. Then he dips down to kiss you again, and this time it’s slower and sweeter.

The two of you begin undressing one another, exploring each other’s bodies with haste and need. His hands feel divine on your soft skin, eliciting sweet moans from your kiss-swollen lips. Every little noise you make causes his cock to throb in his jeans. The minute you unbuckle his belt, he’s reaching down to help you take off his pants as well.

“You’re so hard,” you comment as you take his cock into your hand. “Didn’t realize it’s been that long.”

He grunts. “Please, don’t tease. It’s really been so long.”

You begin to stroke him slowly, watching as the pearlescent fluid oozes from the pretty pink tip. Your mind is whirling with the idea that you are, in fact, stroking Eddie Munson’s cock right now in his bed, half-dressed. The thought alone was turning you on, and so you guided one of his hands to your panties.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry.” Eddie whispers, his hand reaching down into your underwear.

You let out a gasp as his fingers slide between your soaked folds, only to tease your tight entrance. Eddie smirks when he notices your reaction, only for it to all turn into a moan when you begin to jerk him off a little faster.

Within minutes, Eddie already feels his balls tightening up. He has to reach down to grip your wrist, a needy whine slipping past his lips.

“D-don’t wanna cum just yet.”

Your eyes widen, but he just quiets any protests you have with a searing kiss. Then slowly, he kisses a sloppy trail down your body until he peels off your soaked panties. He slyly throws them onto his bedside table; a memento for later when you aren’t around. Then he spreads your thighs and you whine when his hot breath hits your swollen clit.

“Let me taste you, please.” He begs.

You nod eagerly. “Y-yes.”

Eddie wastes no time in diving in and teasing you. His lips linger on the tender flesh of your inner thighs, reaching so close to where you need him, only for him to pull away. When you tug on his hair to guide him where you want him to go, he smirks against your skin. Then he begins to kiss your folds, licking softly at first.

The moan you let out when he lets his tongue glide up through your lips to your swollen clit is nothing if not erotic in nature. Eddie’s cock throbs, leaking a little more precum. The taste of you alone could make him cum, but this is all about you. He needs to show you that he can make you feel so good. He wants to make you feel so desired and wanted, and nothing could show you that more than to make you cum so hard on his tongue.

Your hips begin to buck and you feel that coil in your tummy beginning to tighten. Soft, sweet whines of Eddie’s name fall from your lips and you shove your hand down to grip onto his hair; it’s a means to ground yourself. And then your thighs begin to shake and you can hardly warn Eddie before you’re coming undone so hard, you swear you can see stars dancing in your vision.

“That’s it,” Eddie coos. “That’s my good girl.”

He eagerly laps up your release, noticing how just the taste of you has his cock twitching and throbbing with need. He’s going to need to fuck you right now, unless he wants to finish prematurely and make a mess on the bed. As the waves of pleasure begin to subside, Eddie crawls back up to kiss you hungrily.

“So…” he nips at your bottom lip. “Think you’re ready for me?”

He guides the head of his cock towards your quivering pussy, sliding it through the folds to coat it in your juices as he waits for your answer. You look up at him like he just strung the stars in the sky for you.

“Fuck me, Eddie. Please.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. The head of his cock prods your hole before he slides into you. It’s warm, it’s snug and his mind is reeling from how amazing this feels. The minute his balls are plush against your ass and he’s bottomed out, he swears he’s falling in love with you even more.

“Fuuuuuckkk,” he groans as he begins to rock his hips. “Gonna make me cum prematurely.”

You giggle softly, but Eddie hits your sweet spot and it turns into a moan. “Don’t care. Want you to fuck me, baby.”

Just the sound of you calling him a pet name is something he could only dream about. He almost wanted to pinch himself in the moment to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. But when your walls begin to pulse around him, this is what snaps him out of his daze. He picks up his pace, enjoying the way your tits jiggle with each move he makes.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he whines as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. “So goddamn pretty.”

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him in even deeper. He rocks his hips faster, hitting against your sweet spot over and over. It doesn’t take long for you to begin feeling another orgasm building, and your nails dig into his back as you feel it washing over you.

“Eddie!” You cry out, making him grunt.

“I know, I know…” he whines this time. “I’m cumming too.”

He doesn’t pull out, instead you feel his hips going faster before they stutter. The two of you ride out your high, clinging to one another as the pleasure continues to course through the both of you. And then it subsides, leaving you both a messy heap on his bed.

“Holy shit,” he breathes. “Holy fucking shit,”

“Yeah, you said it.”

He slowly pulls out, enjoying the way his seed leaks out of you. He reaches for a t-shirt on the ground, cleaning you up. You laugh at his lack of hygiene at the moment, but you don’t care when he pulls you closer to snuggle. 

“You definitely aren’t rusty.”

He smirks. “Thanks, babe. I’m glad to know I can still rock someone’s world.”

He then cups your cheeks, kissing you deeply once more. You gently rub his sides, leaning closer and kissing him back with equal passion and need.

“Guess this means you’re mine now,” Eddie comments, his face burying in the crook of your neck again.

“That makes you mine,"

You were both just a little too high to not be horny. Eddie kept giving you those sultry looks with those damn big, brown eyes of his. It was driving you crazy. Whenever you and Eddie got into one of these moods, there was no turning back. He was too stubborn to admit his love to you, and you were too stubborn to make the first move.

So you just hovered in this limbo of “will they-won’t they?” for the sake of peace. You two liked to experiment with one another, especially sexually. Ever since the two of you hit puberty and realized what sex was, it was just natural for the both of you to be each other’s first a lot of things…

Tonight was certainly no different.

It took Eddie no time to pull off your sweatpants and to toy with your pussy through the little panties you were wearing. His lips were on yours, making you groan for more. This combination of teasing you and kissing you until you’re breathless was perfected by the man on top of you. And sometimes you cursed yourself for being jealous because you knew he was using it on other girls whenever he was hooking up with them.

“So fuckin’ soaked,” he grins playfully. “I think you were waiting for this all evening, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes but you can’t help but buck your hips. “Shut up and eat my pussy.”

Eddie laughs and spreads your thighs, pulling your panties to one side. He teases you even more, nipping at your soft inner thighs. The closer he gets to your cunt, the more you begin to squirm. He gives you that teasing look, the one that makes you dribble even more.

Then Eddie leans in and begins to lap at you like a man who’s just found his own personal oasis. He’d never really admit it to you, but your pussy was the one he always thought about when he was alone in his room. The other hookups were good, but they weren’t you and they’d never be you.

You push his hair back, watching as he works you to an incredible first orgasm. His cock strains in his jeans when you moan his name. It’s the sound that always seems to stick with him when he needs something to get him there. He’d gladly listen to you moan his name like that for the rest of his life…

His fingers slide through your soaked folds, making you whine. He loves being able to play with you like this. Eddie had a motive for this tonight, and he wanted to test out something he read about in a magazine.

The way you gasp when two of his fingers slide into you, it makes his head dizzy with lust. He has to remind himself that he’s doing this for you and that you’ll return the favor after you’ve thoroughly cum. Something inside of him tells him to pause to lay down a towel, but another part of him really doesn’t care either.

“Oh fuck, Ed—” you whine again as he crooks his fingers inside of you.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite make it out.”

You try to answer, but you’re a moaning and writhing mess on the old, lumpy mattress. Eddie’s other hand comes up to press on the bottom of your tummy, causing the pleasure to increase. You feel something inside of you; it’s different from the usual signs of an orgasm.

“W-wait, Eddie—ohfuckohgod!”

He chuckles. “Would you repeat that for me, angel?”

Your legs begin shaking and you really feel something inside of you. It’s different, it’s intoxicating and you are chasing that feeling. You’re chasing that high. Eddie watches smugly as you begin to come undone for him.

What makes you both surprised is the amount of liquid that comes from you. You begin splashing all over his hand and forearm, along with drenching the sheets beneath you. Eddie doesn’t stop, he continues to prolong every little minute of this pleasure.

Your thighs are shaking uncontrollably as you whine through each shockwave that invades your body. The juices continue to gush until it’s just a little trickle. Then you have to push the metalhead away from you, bringing your legs up against you to stop the trembling.

“Damn princess,” Eddie comments as he looks at the mess you made. “Thanks for letting me try that.”

You look at him bewildered, “what the hell did you do to me?”

He reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a playboy. He also grabs a cigarette from his pack, lighting it up before opening up the magazine. Your eyes scan the page he’s pointing to, and you realize what he’s just done to you.

“That’s fuckin’ filthy,” you whine as you grab a towel from the ground and try to clean up the mess.

“Yeah, it certainly was. But I don’t hear you complaining.”

Eddie looks too smug right now, and it sort of turns you on. You get up and throw the towel in the hamper. Then you crawl back on the bed, tugging his jeans down. Eddie lets you do what you want, allowing you to explore this newfound pleasure. The more you ride him, the more you find you can squirt even more. It’s something you both enjoy playing around with. And he’s learned that he can make you do it pretty much every time you have sex.

So right now, with his mattress in front of you both, you’re hoping that nobody sees the look you exchange. You think to yourself that you’ll finally admit to your feelings for the metalhead once this shit is all said and done with…

You push it all away every time you get on your knees and tug on his belt. Your mind goes blank as you swallow him whole, him holding you steady as you suck him dry. Hopper never complains when you surprise him like this, but you always have to shove those feelings away.

Things always get heated after a night out at the bar. Where the two of you always have to play it cool and casual, making yourselves appear like good friends instead of fuck buddies. He always has to drag you away before anyone notices the two of you aren’t around. Sometimes it’s in the bathroom of the bar, him getting on his knees to get you ready for him. Or he’s pushing into you from behind, one of his large hands on your mouth to keep you as quiet as possible. Nothing could stop you from the feelings that were brewing inside of you, all the while Jim Hopper was rearranging your guts in the dirty bar bathroom.

Not to mention that you also love to show up at his job. You’ve charmed his secretary, which was no easy feat. But she sussed you both out before either one of you could realize what you were doing. She had a sharp mind for these types of things, but she kept her mouth shut to yours and Jim’s relief.

You would come to him under the guise of dropping off lunch, or even a fresh brewed cup of coffee. Even if he could easily make one for himself in the office, you would always have something in your hands to bring. The coffee was always nice, but it was an afterthought. Especially when he had you bent over the desk, the wood creaking and pretty much alerting anyone in the vicinity of your actions.

You tried often not to kiss too much, wanting to distance yourself in some ways. The kisses that you two shared usually were messy and sloppy, and everywhere else but your lips. Hopper didn’t mind too much, though sometimes he would cup your cheeks and kiss you deeply when he felt that fire in his heart burning a little too hot.

At times, he wondered if he was even good for you. He would mess up your life, considering the age gap was already an issue for a lot of people. If they knew that you and Jim were knockin’ boots—so to speak—then they would not understand why a pretty, young thing like you would want to get attached to someone like him. He wasn’t a bad man per se, but you had your whole life in front of you. Still, in your heart of hearts, you knew that he was the one you wanted. You weren’t ready to let him go.

The sex was always amazing too. He wasn’t about to quit that, even if you were quite the vixen. He’d end up sweaty, exhausted but plenty happy and satisfied. Even if you continued to paw at his softening cock and continued to press yourself up against him, he couldn’t help but feel much too old for you. He often has to remind himself that you are younger and have more stamina.

Yet Jim still continues to wow you. He continues to fuck you like a seasoned pornstar, making you quiver under him as he laps at you like you are his final meal. He fucks you hard and fast, trying his best not to let the tempo get too slow so that the two of you will fall harder for one another. That would be the ultimate failure for the two of you.

One night, he’s got you back at his place. The wine is smooth, the jazz record spinning in the corner of the room makes you sway to the sounds, and he is very much enjoying himself. It felt like ages since the two of you had stayed home at his place for the night. Every little dalliance seemed to have been somewhere a bit more public the last few weeks.

Jim gathers you in his arms, holding you close. You could smell the wine on his breath as he leaned in to kiss you. It’s a soft kiss, one that makes your head spin. Soon, he has you pushed onto the couch. You look up at him like he’s the greatest thing in the world, and if you were being honest, you most definitely thought that of him. Jim had to look away for a moment to regain his thoughts. 

“C’mere chief,” you whisper hotly. “Come fuck my brains out.”

You tug on the collar of his shirt, pulling you on top of him. It takes him so little time to undress you, showing off skin and parts of your body that he adores kissing and nipping at. You were beautiful like this—though you were beautiful always, thinks Jim. Right now, you looked downright angelic and it bothered him. It bothered him because how was he supposed to be casual with you.

His hands slide down your body, gripping the fat of your thighs and pulling you closer. He helps you wrap your legs around him before he kisses you deeply. You feel the roughness of the denim of his jeans pressing into your soaked pussy, and a whine escapes you as the friction is almost electrifying on your swollen clit.

He grins before kissing down your body, stopping only to suck on your pert nipples. He surprises you at times with his stamina and his romantic gestures, and he’s pulling out all the stops tonight. Jim Hopper wouldn’t be able to lie tonight if you asked him if he had feelings for you.

His hands reach for yours, before he kisses you deeply. For a few moments, it’s just you and him and making out. You grind against him, shuddering at the way his jeans seem to dig into your sensitive little cunt. He loves the way you’re so desperate for him. Suddenly, he flips you over and unbuckles his belt. He figures it’s better to fuck you without you looking up at him.

You gasp as he pushes into you, making you grip the arm of the couch to ground yourself. Jim’s cursing under his breath at the way your pussy seems to just grip him, sucking him in deeper. He takes a deep breath before slamming into you over and over again, making you squeal with pleasure. The way the couch shakes with each harsh thrust turns you both on even more.

Your orgasm crashes over you fast, and you slump down as you feel weak in the knees. He surprises you by flipping you back over on your back, his cock nestled deep inside of you once more. But this time, the pace is much more intimate and slow. His eyes are piercing as he looks at you. You reach up to cup his cheeks and you initiate the kiss this time.

“I…fuck I love you…” he grunts. 

You feel the air being knocked out of you, and you cling to him. “Say it again. Please.”

He laughs as he realizes what he’s just said. So he kisses you harshly, quieting you. “I said I love you, what else do you want to hear?”

You laugh as well, but it turns into a moan when he hits your sweet spot dead on. “Fuck, love you too, Jim.”

He doesn’t need to hear it again, no. It’s too good to be true, but in this moment, it’s the thing that keeps you together. A few more thrusts has him spilling deep inside of you, and he’s pressing frantic kisses all over your neck and shoulders as he slowly comes down from his orgasm. Then he’s pulling out of you, and he has you on top of him.

“Sooo…everyone in town is gonna talk.” You mention as you nuzzle against him.

“Let them talk. You’re mine.”

You can’t argue with that. And with the way he holds you right now, you can tell he doesn’t care about what anyone will say.

He begins to drum his fingers on the top of the picnic table like he’s considering something. He always does this when he’s thinking a little deeper. You know something is on his mind.

“Well perfect,” he grins snarkily. “I’ll be there too.”

“You got invited? That’s—”

“Wrong, princess. They only want me there for my supply.”

This shuts you up completely. But Eddie is quick to lighten the mood, noticing how you really don’t like his answer. You were a bit naive at times, but probably because you liked him and you couldn’t understand how anyone could hate Eddie Munson.

“Alright, I’ll sell you one. Just one will do the trick for you,” he grins and plucks the one with the heart on it. “This little bad boy will make you feelin’ something good.”

You bat your eyelashes. “How much?”

“Twenty…but since it’s you, we’ll make it fifteen.”

You reach into your purse and produce three five dollar bills and slide them over to you. He places the pink pill in a small baggie for you and then hands it over. Just before you grab it, he pulls it away.

“Other than making you feel good, you’ll be a bit more loose, if you catch my drift. This isn’t like weed or booze, you’ll be a bit more flirty. Are you sure you want to do this?”

You smile. “Sounds like fun. Besides, you’ll be there if anything happens.”

Reluctantly, he hands you the baggie. “Right you are, princess. I’ll be keeping a close eye on you.”

You take the bag and place it in your purse. Tucked away for you to use on Friday night where you can have a great time. You thank Eddie for his time, and then he lights a cigarette.

“See you there, sweetheart.”

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Friday night rolls around and you’re ready to head out to the party. Truth be told, you wonder why you were even invited. It’s not like you’re a very popular person, and you hang out with Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson. It’s not a very flattering thing to be known for, but you really don’t care.

Really, you enjoyed hanging out with Eddie. He always made you feel welcome, he made you feel good about yourself. He would have you in stitches from laughing so much. And you’ve played a few campaigns with the Hellfire Club to know that he is incredibly talented and creative.

It dawned onto you some time ago that you were head over heels for the metalhead drug dealer. Though you were sure that someone like him wasn't one for committed relationships, so you just kept those feelings locked away. You didn’t want to face the rejection of your good friend.

With one last look in the mirror, you finish teasing your hair and you pluck the little pill from the baggie. You pop it into your mouth, downing it with the rest of your diet Coke. Then you head into the kitchen, pulling on your platform boots and you are out the door in seconds.

A few girls from your history class end up driving you to the party, and by the time you all arrive, it’s already pumping in there. The music is blaring from inside, and you instantly recognize the song as Love Shack.

“Isn’t this the B-52’s?” You ask, your head bobbing along to the synth.

One of the girls shrugs. “Who knows?”

The other one shakes her head. “I don’t really know music.”

Feeling a little deflated, the three of you head inside. It’s packed full of teen bodies, and you are beginning to regret this partially. Your eyes scan the room, but you don’t see your precious metalhead anywhere. You can feel the drugs beginning to creep into your system, and not seeing Eddie has you a bit worried.

Someone hands you a beer, and you begin to sip on it. Despite the fact that maybe Eddie isn’t actually here, you figure you can still have fun.

Eddie makes his usual rounds around the house, selling drugs to the rich kids in this neighborhood. Most of them look at him with disdain and disgust, but a lot of the girls seem to be pretty happy to see him. He figures it’s probably because he’s selling weed and uppers to their uptight shitty boyfriends, so they’ll be happy for some time.

It never really sits right with him to be selling drugs to kids, but what choice does he have? He has no real income other than this. And he’s already made a reputation for himself as the scary drug dealer of Hawkins High.

This is when he spots you. You’re dancing with some girls from shared classes, and while you seem to be having a good time, they all look at you like you aren’t worth it. They have this look of regret written on their faces. The guys in that room seem to be jeering at you, yet over the loud music, you don’t notice.

“If you’ll excuse me,” he says to the last customer.

And with that, Eddie is like a bat out of hell towards you. He comes over to you, swooping in just in time to shield you from any prying eyes. Judging by the way your pupils are dilated, you most certainly took the drug.

“Having a good time, princess?”

“Eddie! Hey!” You wrap your arms around him, dancing close to him.

Normally something like this wouldn’t sit right with him. He’d push whoever it was off of him and walk away, but seeing as it’s you, he doesn’t do that. He pulls you in closer, holding you close as the two of you sway to the music.

“I was worried you wouldn’t be here,” you confess quietly as you lean in.

“Why? I told you I’d be here.”

“It’s stupid…but I didn’t see you when I first got here.”

He laughs softly, twirling you around before pulling you back into his arms. So you were wanting him to be here, that was a fact. When he gets a good look at you, his eyes widen. You were way too hot for any of these brainless jocks. You smiled so sweetly, making his knees nearly buckle.

“How about we go get some air, yeah?” He offers, reaching to lace his fingers with yours.

You nod. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

The two of you head out the backdoor and past a few people sharing a joint and smoking cigarettes. Once alone, Eddie lights a cigarette. He takes a few drags before offering it to you, and you take a deep drag.

“This drug makes me feel so good,” you confess, squeezing your thighs together.

“Told you it would.”

You look up at him, your eyes so wide and your lips so wet with your own saliva. Eddie feels something stirring with him, but he quickly shuts that away.

The two of you share the cigarette, happy to be away from the loud crowd inside. Then as it finishes, Eddie snubs it out and pockets the butt. He turns to you, and his heart skips a beat. He knows it’s bad to make a move while you’re under the influence, but you look so damn sexy.

“Feelin’ alright?”

You nod, biting your lower lip. “Y-yeah. Really good.”

Eddie smirks as he notices the way you seem to be arching towards him. Without a word, he wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you closer. You let out a soft moan, and his cock is twitching to life in his jeans.

“How good, hm?” He teases softly. 

You whine as he leans in to nip at your neck. “Eddie, I’m feeling something…”

He nods, pressing a kiss to the bitemark. “Yeah. Of course you are, you’re getting horny, aren’t you?”

He leans back to look at you, and your face says it all. You’re definitely having this euphoric feeling from the drug pumping into your system. He could bring you back to the trailer and let you sleep it off, or he could completely rock your world.

Eddie grabs your hand and guides you back through the party, and then up the stairs. Luckily enough for the two of you, one of the bedrooms is completely vacant. Eddie shuts the door and feels around for a lock, making sure nobody will bother you both.

Then he’s on you, pushing you up against the wall. His lips are frantic on yours, and you begin melting into this. His tongue slides into your mouth, tangling with yours. You reach up for him, your fingers burying themselves in the mass of hair.

“That’s it,” he growls softly. “Take what you need, princess.”

You guide his hands to your chest, and Eddie begins to squeeze your tits. How many times had he imagined this alone in his bed at night? Too many times to count. Now that it was finally happening, he almost felt too stunned to do anything. It almost seemed too good to be true. But when you moan for him, it snaps him out of his trance.

“How’s that feelin’ for you, baby?” He wants to make sure you’re fine with all of this.

“So good, Eddie. Really fuckin’ good.”

He helps you onto the bed next, pulling off your platform boots. Then he crawls on top of you, kissing you with an even deeper need now. Your panties are soaked, and you keep bucking up to get just a little pressure. A little friction. 

“Needy little thing,” Eddie grunts before one of his hands comes down to hike up your skirt. When he feels your wet panties, he’s smirking. “This just the drugs, baby?”

You shake your head. “N-no, you make me feel good too.”

He knows that most of that is from the drugs, but he knows you’re not lying either. Eddie captures your lips with his own, making you moan into his mouth as his fingers dance over the lace of your underwear. You’re trembling under him and it’s definitely stroking his ego to have you like this.

“That’s a good girl. Just relax, let me take good care of you.”

His voice betrays him. He’s sincere, soft and completely in love with you. He has been since the first time you spoke to him. It’s something that has only grown over time, and no matter how much he tries to push those feelings away, they come back with a vengeance. They eat away at him, taking chunks of him only to replace that with emotions that threaten to boil over whenever you laugh at one of his dumb jokes.

“Eddie,” you whine. “Need you.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Right away, he lifts up your ripped up The Cure shirt and gasps dramatically when he sees you’re not wearing a bra. But he doesn’t say anything, instead opting to press kisses to your breasts.

“So beautiful,” he groans before capturing one of your nipples into his mouth.

You moan his name as his fingers push your panties aside, and glide through your wet labia. He’s feeling pretty smug already, but a part of him is very happy to be giving you this kind of pleasure. You deserve to have a good first time while high on MDMA. He continues to kiss and suck on your tits, his fingers teasing your little pussy.

“Edddiiiieeee…” you whine again. 

He looks up at you, a smirk on his face. “What is it, princess?”

“Need you inside,” You pant out.

Two of his fingers slide into you, and the coolness of his rings are an intense contrast to your warm cunt. Eddie groans as he feels the way your walls just seem to suck in his digits further. He needs to mentally prepare himself in case he fucks you in a little bit, and judging by the way you’re already fucking yourself on his fingers, he thinks he’s going to have to fuck you.

“You’re so needy right now,” he comments. “Look at you, baby.”

You keep rocking your hips, wanting to feel him even deeper. “Just feels so damn good,”

He chuckles before crooking his fingers, rubbing that sweet spot inside of you. “How about now?”

You can’t even respond, and Eddie only makes things worse(better?) by bringing his thumb up to rub your clit in slow, tantalizing circles. He’s keeping you right on that edge, and you swear you’re in heaven from the unbridled pleasure.

“Gonna cum for me, princess?”

You nod eagerly, your hips moving frantically to match his movements. “Mhm, yeah. Gonna cum. For you, for you Eddie.”

Your eyes screw shut, your thighs are shaking and you let out a cry of his name as you fall off the edge. If anyone heard you, they definitely know what you are up to. Eddie watches you carefully, enjoying the way you come undone just for him.

“That’s it. Let it all out, let go…”

You slowly come to, your eyes opening once more. Eddie’s slowing down his fingers, eventually pulling them out to lick them clean. His cock throbs at the taste of you, even if it’s indirectly. He then leans in to kiss you, allowing you to get a taste of your sweet and musky nectar.

“That was so beautiful,” he whispers against your lips. “You look so fucking sexy when you cum.”

You don’t know how to answer. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, allowing yourself a few moments to fully come down. The drugs were still pumping in your veins, but you felt a bit more cuddly and less full of lust right now. When you pull away, you notice how Eddie seems to be getting up.

“W-wait,” you grab his hand. “Don’t go.”

He’s a bit confused, but when you kiss him deeply, he realizes what you’re trying to convey.

He climbs on top of you again, this time removing your shirt. Your hands are so soft on his skin as you push off his vest and jacket, and then snaking your way up his Hellfire raglan. He wants this moment to happen, but there is something stopping him from going further.

“What happens after this?” He questions, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“What do you mean?”

“After this, do we go back to being just friends?”

His tone is vulnerable, and bordering on hopeful. He wants you to say no, that things won’t go back to the way they were. He wants to be your everything, the way you are his. You then cup his cheeks, forcing him to look into your eyes.

“No.”

“No?”

“You heard me, Munson. We aren’t just friends. I don’t think we’ve ever been just friends.”

He’s coming to the realization that you are right. Neither one of you was really being platonic. It’s always been flirting and dancing that line carefully, and it warms his heart to know that you want to be with him. When he kisses you again, it’s a promise that you will always be important to him.

You help him pull off his jeans and boxers, and Eddie moans as you begin to stroke his hard cock. The kisses you share are sloppy and hungry, but now hold a sense of belonging and wanting to be loved. You moan his name as he throbs in your hand, and soon he has to push you away so he doesn’t bust too quickly.

“I–I don’t have a condom.”

You smirk. “I’m on the pill.”

Despite the fact that this is still incredibly risky, Eddie’s too far gone to even think about saying no. With both of you mostly naked, he pushes your thighs apart. The look on your face says so much, and he has to look away to keep his composure. Then he guides the tip of his cock to your entrance, pushing into you.

“Jesus—” he grunts. “Fuck fuck fuck, you’re—haaahh fuck, you are so tight.”

You giggle softly, but it turns into a moan as Eddie bottoms out in you. 

Slowly, he begins a pace that makes you both unable to keep those noises locked away. He reaches for your hands, your fingers lacing together as he rolls his hips. You wrap one of your legs around him, pulling him in deeper. Everything seems to be fitting perfectly.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines as he speeds up. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to last.”

You reach up to cup his cheek. “It’s okay, really. It’s okay.”

His balls are drawing up so fast. He should be ashamed for busting so fast, but with the way you keep gripping him and the wet heat, it’s becoming almost impossible. With a few more stuttered thrusts, Eddie buries himself deep inside of you and spills his seed. He’s grunting your name, but the more he does, the more it turns into little whimpers of pleasure.

And then the two of you bask in the quiet of the room. All that can be heard is the ragged breathing coming from both of you, and then he sloppily kisses you. When Eddie pulls out, he watches as his own cum begins to leak out. He uses his fingers to push it back into you before helping you straighten out your clothes.

He pulls you into his arms, holding you close. Each kiss is a little promise, the kind that says ‘you mean everything to me’ and ‘I will always take care of you’. When your eyes lock, it seems to say everything you’ve ever needed to say.

“I love you,” you whisper.

He kisses your lips once more. “I love you too, princess.”

Then he helps you up, putting your boots back on. He wraps his arm around you, navigating you out of the hellscape that is this party that has reached its peak. Lots of the partygoers give you both filthy looks, but some of them seem to be happy for you. 

The night sky is clear, the moon shines on the two of you. Eddie guides you to his van, opening the door for you.

“Your chariot awaits.”

You climb inside. “Where are we going?”

He smirks as he gets into the driver’s side. “Home. Home to the trailer.”

You couldn’t think of a better way to end this night.

Eddie grins. “Yes, my little sheep, our beautiful lady of Hellfire came up with the idea of the lights in the shirt.”

Dustin can’t hide his own grin. He knows that Eddie is incredibly in love with you. Lucas and Mike share an exchanged glance, while Gareth kicks Jeff under the table. You take a little bow, and Eddie is watching you like a hawk so you don’t accidentally fall while showing off the amazing shirt.

“We made one for everyone, so we hope you consider it like a christmas gift from us.”

Eddie begins passing them out according to size. Everyone takes one and looks at it lovingly. The same logo that is now on their raglan shirts is the one looking at them from the sweater. The sweater is a soft cotton, and there’s a little battery pack in the lining. You and Eddie spent a few days constructing them and buying the sweaters to silkscreen. 

“These are amazing!” Dustin exclaims, throwing on his.

Everyone is more than happy with the results. You and Eddie are very pleased, considering you had no idea how this would go. You had been sure that the members of the club would enjoy them, but maybe they would find them too cheesy? You both sighed as you took your seats, already wearing your sweaters.

“So, the two of you worked on these for how many days?” Gareth asks.

“Just a few days. It was worth it to see everyone so happy!” You explain.

Everyone’s still thinking about how you and Eddie spent so much time together…alone. They all know how badly you two have it for one another. It’s been like this since you first joined Hellfire. Eddie had this look on his face that Jeff and Gareth had only seen when Eddie met Paige…maybe it was something even deeper this time.

Dustin, Mike and Lucas had figured it out pretty fast too and they often make fun of you and Eddie. Not with Eddie hearing it, of course. They are smart enough not to make jokes about Eddie’s love life in front of him, and they don’t want to embarrass you either. Really everyone in Hellfire very much enjoys your presence as the only chick.

The rest of the meet goes well and Eddie, of course, narrates such a great part of the campaign. Soon, it’s time to pack up. That leaves only you and Eddie as you wave goodbye to everyone else. And dutifully, you help him clean up the drama room.

“Great game today,” you nudge him playfully.

“Yeah? Thanks. I know they have their minds on the holidays rather than Dungeons and Dragons.”

You shrug. “I don’t know. You’re always so captivating.”

There’s a beat of silence before Eddie smirks at you. He’s thinking to himself that maybe this would be the best time to finally make a move. There’s only you and him in the drama room and maybe, just maybe, it would be worth it. The two of you could see in the new year as a couple and he might not be fully alone for the holidays for once considering his uncle would be working on Christmas.

He moves in closer, his eyes shining under the dim lights. You are truly beautiful in his eyes. You have always captivated him, and when you joined Hellfire, it was the icing on the cake. There he was, with the best club in the school, and with you basically as his second in command, Eddie considered him the luckiest fucker in Hawkins.

“Soooo…” He’s trying to stall.

“Yes?” You turn to look at him.

That’s when the two of you realize there is mistletoe above you. Your cheeks burn when you notice, but you can’t look away from Eddie. Eddie leans in closer, cupping your cheeks.

“Mistletoe, sweetheart. You know what that means?”

You grin. “Yeah, I do.”

Neither one of you says anything else. Eddie leans in and captures your lips in a sweet but passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that says so much with no words. The kind of kiss that makes you lean in closer, wanting to hold onto the metalhead in front of you. When you two break away to breathe, he leans his forehead against yours.

“I’ve been sort of an idiot all year…so I was wondering, will you be mine?”

You laugh. “You’re no idiot. Eddie, I really like you.”

His heart is beating so fast. He doesn’t really understand what you see in him, but he’s in no way complaining. He kisses you again, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. This time, when he pulls away, he hears someone at the door. You both turn to see the three freshmen spying on you.

“You little shits!” Eddie growls, but he’s not really mad.

“Oh we have spies, do we?”

You march over to them, and all three of them don’t have time to run away. You cross your arms over your chest, about to scold them when they all make some excuse that their mom is waiting for them. Dustin is the last one and he makes kissy faces at you and Eddie. Then for real, it’s only you and Eddie in the school.

He pulls you close to him, pressing a kiss to your temple. Things are as they should be. You know that after winter break, everyone’s gonna have some questions. But for now, you’re happy knowing you have Eddie in your life and that you two had finally made a move.

“They are little shits, aren’t they?” You tease softly.

“True…but it doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that I take my lovely girl out on a date.”

Eddie surprises you by picking you up in his arms and running over to his van. Time for a new adventure with your new boyfriend…

This makes you laugh. It shouldn’t make you laugh at all because it’s dumb but you still laugh. He smiles, feeling proud of himself for making you laugh.

“We can put it on my tab,”

You shake your head. “I couldn’t do that.”

“Of course you can, and you will.”

You sit next to him. He smells of cigarettes and a musky cologne. He gives you another smile, this one is a bit more genuine, you can tell. He tells you his name, but he tells you to call him Hopper. You introduce yourself, and he seems already quite interested in you.

The two of you talk about all kinds of things. The way music seems to be going these days, the movies you’ve seen recently, and he asks about the city you’re from. Both of you feel really attached to one another already. You can’t believe you’d find such a connection in a small bar in some backwoods town.

“You’re fun, sweetheart. Thanks for sitting with me.”

He takes your hand and guides you over to the pool table. A smirk spreads on your face. Oh this was going to be more fun than you thought. 

“I’ll warn you, I’m pretty good. I won’t go easy on you.”

You grab your cue and rub the tip with blue chalk. “I don’t expect you to. You’ll see who’s pretty good at pool soon.”

He smirks when he hears you. But soon his smirk disappears as you begin to pull out all these trick shots. You pocket nearly all your balls within minutes, leaving Hopper very stunned. You were something else, that was for sure.

You cheer as you pocket the final ball. Hopper is in disbelief, but he is incredibly impressed. And he’s actually aroused that you were able to beat him at pool. Or maybe it’s the drinks he’s been having that have caused him to get hard for a stranger he’s only met tonight.

“Alright, you win. What would you like as your prize?”

You look very smug. “How about a dance, hm?”

Hopper laughs. “I can do that.”

The two of you get onto the dance floor and begin swaying to the hip music that’s playing. You’re both a bit more than buzzed, so it’s fun to just let loose and have fun. It’s not long before it turns into a slow song, and the two of you gravitate towards each other like magnets. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck, and then you rest your head on his chest. It’s sweet and slow, and just romantic enough to have you swooning.

Soon, you look up at him. He looks down at you. It’s like something has clicked inside the two of you. Something that was meant to bring you together. Some might call it fate, some might just say some crazy coincidence. But you didn’t care what you called it when Hopper leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

He tastes like beer, but it’s not unwelcome. His mustache tickles ever so slightly, and your brain is already wondering what that might feel like between your legs. When his tongue slides into your mouth, you eagerly part your lips and allow him inside. This was going much better than you had anticipated, and you were eager to see where the rest of the night goes.

When the song ends, you let him lead you out of the bar and into some fresh air. It’s midsummer and the humidity is still somehow high even if the sun has gone down by this point. He lights up a cigarette then he takes your hand.

“I don’t want to sound like some sleazebag,” he begins and then takes a deep drag of his smoke. “Do you maybe wanna come back with me?”

You laugh softly before taking the cigarette from between his lips. “I had already decided that I’d be going with you, Hopper.”

A bigger smile spreads on his face as he guides you to the police car. You get in, realizing this is the first time you’ve actually ever been in one. Thankfully, you weren’t much of a trouble maker. Hopper gets in the driver's side, and the two of you drive towards his place.

It’s secluded as he parks the car. For some reason, you aren’t surprised to see that this man lives in a cabin in the woods. Part of your brain tells you to make a joke about him taking you out here to kill you, but the other part gets you to stop before you even start.

“I know it’s nothing fancy, but I—”

You stop him midsentence, pressing a kiss to his lips. “It’s fine. This is really nice. It’s private.”

The two of you get out of the car and he shows you around a little. Then you head inside, and you get an idea of what this place looks like for yourself. It’s cozy, if not a little cramped and disorganized. You don’t mind at all. In fact, this is quite an interesting hookup.

Hopper, on his end, doesn’t want the magic of the evening to end. He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you close to him, and then his lips are on yours. His hands wander down to your waist, pulling you even closer. You allow your own hands to move up his back, and then you reach up to play with his hair. Jim lets out a little purr of pleasure.

“Oh you must know all my sweet spots, sweetheart.” He whispers softly against your lips.

“Maybe I do.” You say confidently.

He gently guides you towards the couch, and the two of you crash down onto it. You’re not complaining one bit. Instead, the two of you go right back to making out. He presses his hips against yours, and you can feel just how hard he is right now. His kisses grow sloppier as he continues to grind against you.

“We could take this into the bedroom,” he mutters between kisses.

“I’m fine right here, Jim.”

He decides right then and there that he loves the sound of his own name coming from your lips. He kisses you once more before he tugs on the hem of your shirt. You raise your arms to help him take it off of you. Then he begins to kiss down your neck, to your collarbone. He gently sucks and nips on the tender flesh as he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra.

“Easy there, tiger.” You tease him, but you’re rubbing yourself up against his bulge.

He kisses you once more. “Can’t help it. You’ve got me so excited, baby.”

He pins you down, kissing down to your breasts. You watch through hooded eyes as his lips wrap around one of your nipples. Your back arches off the sofa, and he hums against your skin. One of his hands soothes down your tummy, then plays with the waistband of your shorts.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin. “I could eat you up.”

He doesn’t even really give you a chance to respond before pulling off your shorts and your panties all in one go. His hands part your thighs, pulling you closer to his face. And when you feel his warm breath on your cunt, you’re already done for. His tongue slides through your puffy folds; he’s tasting you thoroughly before he kisses your clit.

“I want to taste you, all of you.”

Then he pushes you over until you’re basically bent in half and he can feast on you the way he wants to. He leans in to begin slurping and sucking on your folds before he leans even closer, his nose nudging your clit as his tongue slides into your wet hole. The scent of you is overwhelming him in the best way possible, and the way you keep trying to get closer lets him know you’re enjoying this as much as him.

“H-Hop, I…”

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my face?”

You whine when he suckles on your clit. “Fuck, Jim I’m so goddamn close!”

He doesn’t stop now. He’s not going to tease you. As your orgasm begins to wash over you, Jim continues to suck and lick your clit. With his mouth on your nub, your pleasure is prolonged. You can barely catch your breath when he pushes you over the arm of the couch, flipping you over.

“Are you ready for me?” He grunts as he unbuckles his belt.

You look behind you to see him jerking himself off. His cock is thick, and you wonder how it’s going to fit into you. He grunts as he gets on top of you, his hands guiding your hips. You feel the head of his cock prodding your wet hole, and the tip slides in.

“Fuck,” he growls. “How are you this fucking tight?”

He presses forward, moaning as your tight walls begin to swallow him. He’s had sex before, and he’s had his fair share of drunk hook ups, but you were certainly the best he’s had in years. You were making all the sadness disappear, and only could he feel pure bliss.

“That’s it. Such a good girl takin’ all of my cock like this,” he grunts as he picks up his pace.

You can barely think straight. The way his cock keeps bullying its way deep inside of you has your mind swimming. All you can think about is how good it feels to be this full. One of your hands reaches down to feel him through your tummy, and you whine as he slams into you even harder.

“Can you feel me?” He growls in your ear. “Feelin’ me fill you up completely? Have you ever been this full?”

You shake your head. “N-no, never.”

He smirks as he hears your response. Soon he’s ramming into you so hard that the couch begins to move across the floor. Neither of you really seem to mind or to even really notice all that much. He reaches down, finding your clit with ease. The movements of his fingers make you whine his name.

“That’s it, baby girl. Cum for me.”

Your vision cuts to white as euphoria hits you. Your walls begin to pulse and contract around Hopper, and he has moments before he pulls out and spills all over your plump ass. Each jerk of his hand brings more of his thick seed to paint your skin. And then you’re both just panting, trying to catch your breath.

He admires the mess he’s made. His fingers drag through the cum before he brings it to your lips, and you surprise him by eagerly licking it off his fingers. When he flips you over, you pull him in for an eager kiss.

“You sure know how to treat a lady,” you say with a smile.

“Keep up the good attitude,” he replies with a kiss. “And maybe tomorrow, I’ll treat you to breakfast.”

After the rifts in Hawkins had opened up(and what the military and the news called an earthquake), a lot of the bodies were not recovered. You knew why you couldn’t bury Eddie, as his body had not been recovered from the Upside Down. You and Dustin had wanted to go back, but Nancy strictly forbade it. Something about it being too morbid.

At night, you found yourself in your bed wondering if he was cold in the Upside Down. Was he really dead? Or was he scrambling around in the other dimension, clutching his wounds? You remembered the way the light had gone out from his eyes, but sometimes you weren’t convinced that he was dead.

Not only did this make things worse, it seemed to alienate you from your friends. You spent most of your time alone in your apartment, only leaving to work your shifts at the record store. It felt strange to have to work during everything, but it was almost as if the military was making all of Hawkins used to this sort of thing. Making you all complacent and numb to the events that were happening in this town.

They came into town quickly, shutting everything down. The outside world seemed almost impossible to reach. In a way, Hawkins now felt like the Upside Down even when you didn’t cross over. Though some people tried their best to cling to hope and to optimism, you found yourself struggling with your own feelings of guilt, sadness and despair.

As the days went by, you clung to hope that maybe you were wrong about Eddie. You clung to the hope that maybe you two would reunite, even if you knew how ridiculous all of this was. You remember the way he had felt cold and stiff in your arms that last time, and you knew that he wasn’t alive. But part of you wished for that to have been some uncalculated mistake on yours and Dustin’s part.

All you wanted was to find the man who made you fall head over heels for him and to hold him tight. Even if it was just one more time…

───  ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅  ───

You arrived at the Squawk fairly early that morning. You knew that Robin had been there since an hour ago, despite her usual complaints about getting up early. When you get there, you notice that Steve’s car is here as well. It would seem that your two friends and sometimes coworkers had wanted to get a head start on the day. Maybe they had some information on the next crawl that you didn’t.

The walk from your own car to the radio station isn’t a long one, but this morning, you decide to look around just a bit longer before entering the building. There’s a fog that’s lingering in the air, and the sun is just beginning to creep a little higher up beyond the horizon.

There is something about this moment that makes you wish you could have shared it with Eddie. He too would have complained about getting up so early, but he would have appreciated just how eerie it looked out here. The glow from the tower is giving everything a slightly reddish hue as well. It almost seemed like a scene right out of those trashy horror movies you and Eddie loved to rent from Family Video.

Then you hear it. It’s something subtle at first. Almost like just the rustling in the trees from the wind, but there’s almost no breeze this morning. Something about this sound had the hair on your body standing on end. Your whole body feels like it’s on high alert; your eyes are darting around, desperate to find some sort of explanation for this sudden noise.

A beat of silence before you hear a giant wooshing sound behind you. When you turn around, you swear you see something at the tree tops. Something with large wings. Your eyes widen and you back away, nearly falling over your own feet. 

At the tree top, the creature spreads its wings and lets out a loud screech. You’ve seen the demobats before, but this one seems almost like a mutated version. Your blood runs cold when you realize this thing could reach you within seconds, and you wouldn’t be able to react fast enough to get away from it.

“You alright?” Steve asks as he puts his hand on your shoulder.

You jump and scream, causing him to pull away. 

“Shit, no…wait, are you okay?” Steve asks again, and you turn to point at the trees.

Steve squints, trying to see what you saw. There’s no more wooshing noise, no more rustling. There’s just the beginning of the hustle and bustle in town, but even that seems too far to really hear from the radio station. Seemingly, there was nothing there. Had you just imagined it? Yes…that had to be the true answer. There was no other explanation for the thing you just saw.

“I think so,” you whisper. “I think I’m just too tired to trust my own eyes.”

“Come inside,” Steve takes your hand and guides you towards the building. “Robin just put on a pot of fresh coffee.”

You follow Steve, enjoying the warmth of his hand in yours. You didn’t want to admit that his friendship meant this much to you, but he was the only one who didn’t think you were completely crazy.

At first, he had watched you grieve and didn’t know the best way to react. It’s not like he knew Eddie that well, but Steve’s heart still felt so full of sadness for you. He had slowly learned how to be patient with you, and how to react to your emotions.

He was patient, he was kind, and he did make you laugh. It was no substitute for your metalhead, but Steve Harrington had become your best friend in a very short period of time. So when he mentioned Robin taking over the radio station, you knew you had to come give them a hand. Despite still working at the record store, you made time to be a guest on the Squawk.

“Morning sleepyhead,” Robin comments as you head straight for the pot of coffee.

“Hey,” you pour yourself a cup, allowing the warm liquid to soothe your nerves.

She notices the look in your eyes and she looks over at Steve, who just shrugs. He didn’t even really get the full story from you, but you seem to be very spooked.

Most of the gang was on high alert since the events of the last eighteen months. Vecna had left his lasting mark on everyone, and while he had been greatly wounded, his presence was very much still felt.

Most of you were plagued with nightmares; the guilt of the people who had been killed or injured by this alone had made most of you fall into a pretty deep depression. Though some people in town were beginning to complain about bouts of bad dreams and terrible headaches as well.

Not to mention the fact that the military had basically shut the whole town down after 8 pm. A strict curfew basically killed all the nightlife, and brought down morale. Hawkins was turning into a military nightmare in its own right, and it only seemed to worsen everyone’s wounds.

“So,” Robin snaps you out of your thoughts. “Ready to pick out some records for today’s show?”

You nod. “Yeah. I’d love to.”

The shelves are filled with records, new and old alike. Your eyes dart down to the spot where most of the metal records are, and you want to reach for them.

“Sorry,” Robin speaks up. “Can we keep it uh…family friendly today?”

You swallow hard but nod again. “Oh, s-sure!”

Your eyes dart back up to the pop section. Lots of middle-of-the-road crap that Eddie would have made fun of. Your fingers stroke the spines of each vinyl, and you can’t quite pick. So you settle on a Beatles record and Hits Of ‘83 Vol. 1. Robin’s smile widens so much, her eyes crinkle.

“Very family friendly. Let’s see what we have here…”

Her eyes scan the tracklist. You didn’t even care to look at that, just wanting to have something to contribute. Robin seems pretty excited to play a few songs, but you aren’t really paying attention.

Something catches your eye out the window. It seems like a swarm of birds from the looks of it, but on closer inspection, you realize it’s a swarm of bats. 

“Uhhhh Robin…”

“This is great, I mean look at these songs, Steve—”

“Robin!” You call out to her, breaking her out of her tangent.

Steven and Robin come rushing over, their eyes widening at the sight before them. While they weren’t demobats, it was still quite the sight to behold. Bats in your neck of the woods barely came out, and most of them were becoming an endangered species.

So to see so many of them at once, it wasn’t something that was normal. Both your colleagues are speechless, unable to form words. Then you all see it, a flash of red from the forest. The air becomes thicker within seconds, and you watch as particles cover the air.

“The Upside Down…” Robin whispers.

You watch as whatever you saw earlier flap its giant wings and then dive down into the red glow. Then as quick as it appeared, it disappeared and everything went back to normal. All particles disintegrated. You exchange glances with your colleagues and Robin runs over to the sound booth.

“And we’re live, Hawkins! Good morning, rise and shine.” She begins her morning broadcast. “I don’t know if any of you were able to see the random swarm of what looked to be bats this morning, but it reminds me of those old vampire movies.”

Steve presses play on a tape that plays the sound of Dracula from the old 1930s movie. You give him a thumbs up.

“And with that, we’ve got the perfect song to start your morning. How about Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart?” she begins the song, keeping it low.

 “Hey Hawkins, did you know that songwriter Jim Steinman said this about writing the song: with 'Total Eclipse of the Heart', I was trying to come up with a love song and I remembered I actually wrote that to be a vampire love song. Its original title was 'Vampires in Love' because I was working on a musical of Nosferatu, the other great vampire story. How about that? Well, this is the great start of an eerie morning.”

You keep your eyes on the window, wondering just what you saw. The bats dissipated, the particles gone…but the eerie feeling that something was watching you remains.