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Feel Something

Summary: You're still struggling after the Upside Down. You find Eddie's stash in a desperate attempt to feel something.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Drug use, heavy drugs, cursing, mentions of death, self-harm, mentions of ED, mentions of trauma and PTSD.

Genre: dark shit, angst, light fluff

A/N: I'm not mentally in a great place, so I'm writing dark fics™ (PS, I'm fine, I'm just stuck in my own head.) I also have a killer bought of writers block and it's hindering me from completing my multi-chapter story, so I'm writing one-shots in order to remedy that.

You know exactly where Eddie’s stash is. Not just his weed, that shit was everywhere, but his harder stuff. The stuff he rarely sold, the pills, the K, the coke. It was all in a small wooden box in the back of his closet. Eddie had left the trailer earlier in the morning, going to see Dustin and rest of Hellfire for their first game since the events two months ago. You’ve been living at Eddie’s place ever since you got back from the Upside Down, both of you struggling to come to terms with what had happened. Eddie’s body was massacred afterwards, the demobats tearing his ribs, chest, and neck to shreds. After he got out of the hospital, it was hard for him to do a lot on his own, so you helped him around the house with whatever he needed. Your scars on the other hand were mental, having witnessed your friends in mortal peril, almost seeing Eddie eaten alive, watching the town you grew up in tear apart at the seams. Not wanting to add another burden onto Eddie’s plate, you kept your struggles hidden. You made excuses to not leave the trailer, saying you needed to clean something or do laundry whenever presented with plans. When Eddie and Wayne would leave for work or errands, you would break down in solitude, sobbing and screaming until you passed out from exhaustion. Sleep brought no reprieve, all you saw was Eddie dying every time you closed your eyes. Your brain constantly flashing images of your friends choked out by vines, of Max bleeding from her eyes and floating in mid-air, of the swarm of bats that descended onto the trailer as you and Dustin scrambled to get away, Eddie choosing not to follow you. There was no escape. You had stopped eating, food repulsed you. To keep up appearances you would choke down a few bites so Eddie wouldn’t catch on, but a sick part of you liked the nagging hunger, it made you feel something, anything, after being numb for so long. 

Eddie was progressing in his recovery, his gaping wounds were now sore pink scars, and he had started seeing his friends again about a month ago. Immediately after he got out of the hospital, he was just as fucked up as you. The two of you not leaving his bed for weeks, too afraid to let go of each other, not willing to talk about what happened. All you did was get high, and try to sleep. The nightmares didn’t let you stay asleep, and you both would frequently wake up screaming, or crying, or both. When you couldn’t sleep you would fuck, no romance just pure carnal need, trying to tire each other out in the hopes of being able to sleep for more than an hour. You love Eddie, and you know he feels the same, but you were both still in survival mode.

You haven’t seen the rest of your friends in a while. They had come to the trailer a few times at Eddie’s behest, and you had genuinely enjoyed their company, laughing and talking while you all gathered in the small living room. It felt like old times, if only for a few hours. They had all tried to move on, busying themselves with work or school, so they didn’t come around often anymore.

You knelt down onto the beige carpet in Eddie’s room and started to dig through his closet. Sifting through piles of old band tees, D&D manuals, and other assorted paraphernalia, you reach your arm all the way into the back corner underneath a shelf and feel the carved wood of the box you’re searching for. Pulling it out carefully, you crack open the lid and sort through its contents, finally finding the small baggie of whitish powder at the bottom. 

“Gotcha.” You whisper to yourself. 

You hadn’t slept again last night, another terror waking you up. Eddie was normally awake too, having similar nightmares to yours, but last night he was sound asleep. The tears that he normally would wipe away from your eyes flowed freely as you laid there and stared at his peaceful face. For the first time since you got back from the Upside Down, you felt completely and utterly alone. Your mind started to wander, and your thoughts turned darker: “What if he gets tired of you? He deserves someone sane, someone who has their shit together and can support him.” Hours passed, and you pretended to be asleep when you felt Eddie stir awake. 

Eddie wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, and Wayne had just left for work. The trailer was quiet, which you preferred, enabling you to hear every small sound inside or outside. You take a beer from the fridge and pop it open, walking back to the small bathroom off of the kitchen. Pulling the small baggie from your back pocket, you carefully tap out a small mound of powder onto the counter, maneuvering it into a neat line with a business card you had found on the fridge. You cocked your head to the side and bent down, plugging your left nostril with your finger as you positioned the other against the counter. Inhaling roughly, you finish the line and step back sniffling, waiting for it to kick in. The reflection in the mirror is someone you don’t recognize. Pale and gaunt with red rimmed eyes, pupils starting to blow out from the drugs you just ingested. You were a physical representation of your trauma. The poster child for “a cry for help.” 

The bathroom started to warp, and you made your way back to the bedroom. The bed seemed so far away, and you collapsed onto the floor, curling up next to Eddie’s dresser. 

You’re shaking. All you see is black, but you can hear a muffled sound from far away. All of your limbs feel like they’re floating, like you’re drifting through space. Your brain registers that someone is shaking you, and the words they’re chanting come into focus. Someone is crying your name. Your eyelids weigh a ton as you slowly lift them open, the room fuzzy and dull. Eddie is on the floor with you, cradling you in his arms as he shakes your shoulders. “

Y/N! Please, don’t leave me, I need you!” The warm tears streaming from his eyes fall onto your face as you bury your face into the side of his neck. 

“…Eddie…” you groan, not strong enough to hold him, but mustering enough to nuzzle his jaw. 

“Jesus Christ—“ his voice cracks as he holds you tighter, crushing you into this body as he rocks you. “—I thought I lost you. What were you thinking?”

You look up at him, and you wish you hadn’t. The look in his eyes can only be described as broken. He was scared, more scared than you had seen him in the Upside Down, and it breaks your heart. 

“I just…I just wanted to feel something, Eddie. I’m sorry. I wanted my brain to shut off. I wanted to feel anything besides fear…” you cry, feeling your strength slowly creep back. 

He doesn’t respond, just continues to rock you as he runs a hand through your hair. 

“This is my fault.” He mumbles as he rests a cheek on your head. “I saw you withering away and I refused to confront it. I’ve been so preoccupied with my own shit that I neglected you, and I’m so sorry.” 

Your body sits up so quickly you get dizzy. “Eddie don’t. We’ve both gone through some horrible shit. We went through hell and back, both of us. We’re dealing with it in different ways, mine just happens to be…self-destructive I guess.” 

“I threw all of the drugs away.” He looks towards the closet and you can see the box is gone. “Please promise me you won’t do something like that again, I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.” The tears in his eyes threatened to fall as you brought a hand to his cheek. 

“I need help, Eds. I can’t keep living like this…” your words come out as barely a whisper. Eddie nods and turns his head to kiss your palm. “I know. I’ll talk to Robin and Steve, and we’ll get you into therapy or someone to talk to. We’ll figure this out, okay? You’ll never have to go through this alone. I love you, I’ll always love you.” 

You crane your neck upwards and meet his lips, kissing him soft and slow. He grabs a handful of hair from the back of your head, and you can feel tears running down his face. Pulling away, you kiss each tear streak, and then his lips one more time. “I love you, Eddie.”

virgin sacrifice

a/n: you guys? hail satan.

summary: you didn’t think in your wildest dreams that Captain and Tennille’s best hits would be blasting over the camp’s speakers while you were running for your life from two nut job serial killers, ones who had already slain what looked like most of the other campers.

warnings: dark!steve harrington x reader x dark!eddie munson, dark content, noncon/dubcon, smut, summer camp au (they are all camp counsellors), slasher au, virgin!reader, very innocent!reader, final girl!reader, established relationship, violence, murder, weapons, blood, devil worship, predator/prey, bondage, knife kink, dirty talk, pussy inspection, oral, fingering, anal

word count: 1389

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It was the summer of 1986, right before you were supposed to go off to college and start your real life. It was also the summer when you worked as a counsellor at Camp Nebula, the very summer you fell in love for the first time. The summer when the most popular guy for some reason took notice of you and started calling you his girl. 

Now, he was a tad bit more experienced than you and wasn’t shy to show you in ways that you always snuffed out before they could grow into anything uncouth. That’s not how you’d been raised, to lose your virginity in a summer camp’s tool shed, however gobsmacked he made you feel, you just couldn’t take that step. 

No one had ever looked at you the way that he did, truly listened to you when you spoke, and even stood up for you, like whenever the camp’s freak would say things to you vulgar enough to render you speechless, your knight in shining armour would step in and save the day. 

It was the perfect summer. 

Was. 

Completely perfect right up till the murders began to happen. 

You didn’t think in your wildest dreams that Captain and Tennille’s best hits would be blasting over the camp’s speakers while you were running for your life from two nut job serial killers, ones who had already slain what looked like most of the other campers.

Lungs burning, you sprinted through the dark camp, a flicking lamppost above illuminating the path you raced down, the ground littered with sharp pine needles. 

When you made your way to the dining hall, the rotary phone inside, your plan of salvation, turned out to be just as dead as the summer friendships you’d thought would last a lifetime. 

“There’s nowhere left for you to run, little lamb!” the petrifying roar from just outside the hall’s walls caused you to jump and scurry into the kitchen, though when you did, your gaze should have been directed in front of you and not over your shoulder as you swiftly crashed into a figure. 

A blank mask stared down at you, one of the ones that the kids used for crafts, usually decorating them with an explosion of paint and beads. 

Chuckling softly at the way you stumbled back, he playfully uttered, “boo!” raising his hands up to scare you, retroactively flashing you the blade fast in his grip. Half-obscured eyes stilled glued to you, the killer shouted over his shoulder, “found her!” and held the weapon outstretched to keep you where you were. 

“Oh, good,” another masked murderer appeared as the back door was swung open, “well then let’s get this show on the road!”

“Please don’t kill me!” you cried as the one keeping you cornered grabbed you. 

“Kill you?” one of them laughed, “oh honey, we’re gonna do so much more than just kill you,” before he got out a bundle of rope and gestured to his partner, “get her up on the table.” 

Once they’d forced you down upon the cold steel surface and tied you up, they proceeded to reveal something to you that nearly caused your thumping heart to stop. 

“…Steve?” you scarcely breathed as one of them plucked off his mask and tossed it onto a counter. 

“Surprise,” your summer sweetheart flashed you a smile. 

“But–… I’ve been looking for you everywhere all night, you–… you did this?”

“Well, don’t give him all the credit,” the other one peeled off his mask as well. 

“Eddie?” you shuttered, “b-but you two hate each other.”

“That’s what we had to make you think so that no one would suspect a thing,” the long-haired rebel wiped some of the bloodstains on his blade clean on the hip of his jeans, “no one would ruin our plan.” 

“Y-your plan?”

“Might as well tell her,” Eddie nudged his partner who shifted his grip on the axe heavy in his grasp, “since she has such a big part to play in it.”

“Oh, what the hell, why not,” Steve grinned and pulled over a rickety stool, “you see, there are things, wishes, that both me and Eddie have,” the man you thought you’d loved began to explain, “ambitions that, try as we might, we can’t achieve on our own. So, Eddie here found this old book, this tome, that explained a ritual that could grant us our deepest desires...” he uttered dreamily, “it was really quite simple when it came down to it… first 40 lives and then you.”

“…me?” your voice trembled, “why me? I’m not anyone special, I'm just–”

“Oh no, Y/n, you sweet, sweet dumb girl,” Steve chuckled darkly, “you are the final piece to the puzzle,” he stared directly into your soul, “our perfect little virgin sacrifice.” 

Taking a step closer to your strapped-down form, Eddie’s stare danced down your frame, scrapes and dirt still tainting the uniform you’d freshly washed just this morning. 

“But you know, the funny thing is, our lord and saviour down in hell has a funny and pretty ancient definition of what a virgin is,” he teasingly ran the flat side of his blade up the length of your leg, smiling as you squirmed, “sure, some things are off limits, but not a lot…,” the tip of his knife dipped under your shorts and sliced them in two. With the configuration that they had bound you in, everything was already embarrassingly on show, though even more so now that all of your clothes were cut off your frame. Completely mesmerised as the last shred left your form, Eddie uttered softly, “oh, this is gonna be so much fun.”

“What are you doing?” you struggled against the robes as Steve rose from his seat. 

“It’s a real shame, baby,” his broad hands ran up your inner thigh, “I really did wanna pop your cherry myself, fuck I would have loved that, but I don’t deserve it as much as he does,” his thumbs, creeping up to either side of your core, extended out to wickedly spread you apart, “Satan may get to have your pussy,” you shuttered at the mortifyingly soppy sound that emanated as he briefly ran a finger though your folds, “but this little hole isn’t off limits,” his digit then swept down to draw a feathery circle over your rosebud. 

“Nor this one,” Eddie’s hand found your cheeks in a pinch and forced your lips to pucker, “but we might have to do a bit of convincing in order to be able to play up here,” your body stiffened up as the cold edge of his blade then pressed against your throat, “no teeth, or else we won’t make you feel good, won’t give you a little treat before you help us contact the man downstairs.” 

“How in the fuck do you think I’ll like any of this?” you spat back at him. 

“Uh!” they both laughed and shared a glance before Eddie noted, “I think that might have been the first time I’ve ever heard little miss goody two shoes swear! That’s so cute!”  

“Fuck you,” you wept, “you psycho–, oh!” a moan then ripped through your body and surprised you to the very core.

Glancing down between your legs, you saw that Steve was kissing you down there, his lips latched on to the little pearl that always seemed to throb in his presence. 

“What was that about you not enjoying this?” his sloppy peck detached in an obscene pop, “because you sure are soaked for someone who doesn’t think it feels good to be played with… we’re gonna make you feel good, so good, your virgin ass couldn’t even fucking dream about it…” the sensation of Eddie’s palm snaked down to squeeze your tit, while Steve brought his broad thumb up to bully your glistening clit, grinning at how your untouched hole clenched around nothing for him, “just look at how fucking messy you are for us… fucking leaking all over the place…” a groan then escaped him as one of his digits dipped down to slowly sink into your tight ass, simply testing the waters before the pair of them utterly obliterated you, “fuck… you almost make me wanna keep you forever and just find a different virgin to take your place…”

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princess orders. ୭‌⋆*｡

pairings : soft yandere!eddie munson x hyperfeminine!female reader.

summary : eddie doesn't follow orders but when he is with you, well, he changes his own rules on obeying.

includes : dark themes, kinda angsty, mainly fluff tho.

author's note : i thought of this while listening to my mom's record of madonna and i just loved the idea so much i had to write something about eddie listening to her. this is my first (kind of a) long fic so feedback will be appreciated! hope u girlies enjoy it<3

for Eddie, school is not something important.

to be a guitarist in a band, he doesn't need maths, psychics, chemistry or one of those boring sub themes of math.

he sometimes would skip classes and go to the school's parking lot to smoke, paint people's cars or to sell weed.

“munson!” the harsh scream of his name shut his spaced out self. “Paying attention?” Mrs. Wells annoyingly asked, her glasses in the top of her head.

“Of course, why would I miss knowing about... ” His eyes went small as he tried to read what was on the board. “ World War II. ” His monotone voice made some students laugh, other roll his eyes while his teacher only sighed.

“Just, pay attention. ” He nodded, sinking in his chair while glancing at the classroom clock. Five more minutes until he sees you.

the reason he started showing up to these boring classes, doing his homework, showing up in time to school rehearsals or those stupid championships it's because of you.

you, beautiful you.

a lovesick smile showed in his face while his thoughts drifted to your existence.

you're probably in class listening to your teacher explaining some weird science thing, your legs intertwined with each other, biting your pencil trying to figure out what the hell are you learning.

oh, what he would give to be with you right now.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

a heavy sigh left your lips as you left the classroom along some other students, walking to your closer, wishing to go home and sink in bed; or to go to your boyfriend's van and listen to him playing guitar while you draw in your notebook literal hearts, stars, flowers...

your thoughts were interrupted to the heavy sound of your locker being hit by some jock.

“ so, y/n. ” you smiled, nodding your head as you hugged the chemistry books to your chest.

“ that's me! ” you enthusiastically said, a giggle coming out as your turned to open your locker; the jock moving himself to stand next to you.

“ well, i was wondering, some of us are going to go to this party. ” you nodded again, not really paying attention to him as you left all your books in the small pinkish inside of your locker. “ wanna go with me? ”

before you could even process what he asked, you felt another hand grabbing your waist.

“ move, ken doll. ” the voice of your boyfriend made you smile, turning to him as you closed your locker, squealing as you hugged him.

“ eddie! i missed you so much! ” he smiled triumphantly, wrapping his arms in your waist, trying to cover your pink lace panties that your skirt failed to hide.

“ i missed you more, sweetheart. ” he said back, ignoring the jock scoff before leaving with some friends of his.

“ nope, i missed you much more. ” you brought your hands to his denim jacket, closing the distance between the both of you with a kiss, a hard passionate kiss.

you'd think that by the way the both of you made out in school hallways you didn't see each other for a long time and not just for thirty minutes but well, for eddie and for you that's a lifetime.

a hard thud was heard as your back hit the locker, his hands gripping your short pink skirt, both of your bodies almost molding into one before the bell rang making you break the kiss and opening your eyes comically wide.

“ practice! eds, i gotta go. ” he almost whined, making his lips a thin line as he moved to the side so you could move. “ remember i end in twenty minutes— oh, could you get my pink lemonade from that place we went? ” at the end of your sentence you pouted as you always did when asking him to do something for you (which was almost every moment of the day), your pink glossy lips looked so beautiful eddie had to steady himself.

“ of course, baby. wan' me to get you a cake too? ” he asked with that crazy love showing in his eyes as he watched you open your locker again just to fix your makeup, closing it again with a dramatic gasp.

“ yeah! ” you pouted again almost smiling this time. “ you, eddie munson, are the best boyfriend a girl can have. ” you came closer just to kiss his right cheek, 'booping' his nose and giggling as you went to your cheerleading practice after saying a quick and soft “ g'bye. ”

eddie could die happy in that moment.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

“ 'cause we're living in a material world, and i am a material girl! ” you hummed the rest of the song, now focused on finishing your nails as you painted them with the new nail polish eddie bought, a cute pink you didn't had before, this one had glitter on it!

your voice was something that always made eddie smile, doesn't matter if you're teasing him, explaining some movie you watched with your family, telling him about the new clothes you got, he will always pay attention just as long as he can hear your voice so, in this ocassion he had to endured the loud music of madonna you have being listening for the past hour.

seeing eddie in your room could be comical, a dark spot laying between your plushies, in a soft pink sheet with dark pink pillows; surrounded with a pink room, filled with posters of elvis presley, michael j. fox, river phoenix and paul mccartney, a big closet filled with different tones of pink, few white clothes too (those were ones nancy gifted you, smiling as she saw how excited you were of the soft material) and your iconic shoes with small heels.

there's a lot of difference between you and eddie as a couple, you are a big splash of pink with glitter while eddie is the black edgy spot you sometimes see. when you both began dating, some people in school made fun of it, thinking it was some mean prank you were pulling on eddie, everyone waiting for the punchline.

it wasn't until the whole school saw the both of you making out in the school's cafeteria that they confirmed it, in a gross way for them anyway.

you jumped out of bed when you finished painting your nails, giving eddie a kiss on his cheek as you walked to your closet, choosing your fluffy pajamas you liked to wear in this type of cold nights.

“ will you stay? ” you asked as you turned to look at him, taking your shorts and blouse off, an innocent look in your face.

if eddie was a beginner in your relationship, he would've mistaken what you were doing as a simple accident but he is better at figuring you out. the glimpse of mischief in your eyes always gave you away.

“ my, my, does my spoiled princess wishes me to stay? ” at the nickname you giggled, nodding as you put the pajamas on. he sighed, faking a (dramatic) thinking face as you whined, making your way to the bed with a pout. “ hm, i don't know if i should... have you been a good girl for me? ” he asked with a soft teasing tone in his voice, watching you crawl next to him in the bed.

“ i'm always a good girl for you! ” you whined again, looking up at him with those pretty bambi eyes and as you cuddled to him feeling the warmth of his body, you saw how a smile appear on his face.

“ well then, i will obey my little girl's orders. ” you laughed, that soft laugh you keep just for him to hear, he always knew the real you.

“ goodnight. ” after a small yawn you left your hands in his chest, resting your cheek in his shoulders while he turned the cute night lamp you had next to his side of the bed, kissing your head as he mumbled a goodnight as well.

eddie stayed there, staring at the ceiling and smiling a little for a few minutes before closing his eyes. he can take your mother screaming at him for sleeping in your room tomorrow — for now he just wants to enjoy the feeling of your body against his, the feeling of you and just you.