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SPIT IN MY FACE (IT WON'T PHASE ME)

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⭒pairing: katsuki bakugo x afab reader (band!au)

⭒wc: 4.0k

⭒warnings: blood, violence, broken nose, oral (m receiving), face fucking, spit, fem equivalent of blue balls, bkg’s a drummer, just general filth, mentions of intercourse whilst on drugs, dubcon themes, noncon themes, hatefucking-ish, degrading, dumbification, all characters are 21+.

⭒ he tried to wipe the blood with the back of his hand, causing some of it to smear across his right cheek. standing all the way up, he rolled his shoulders back and jutted out his tongue to lick some of the blood that stayed static on his lip.

“fiesty one, aren’t ‘cha?”

clatter, clatter, crash.

“could you act like an adult for one second and listen to me?”

clatter, clatter, crash.

“fuck this.”

many people would think being in a band brings a group closer together.

you and bakugo seemed to prove others very wrong.

sero and kaminari frantically tried to keep you from leaving. waving their arms to and fro, following you from area to area as you picked up your stuff. kirishima racked his guitar and sternly walked over to where the blonde still continued to bang on his drums. albeit quieter, just tapping the hi-hats and occasionally beating the bass.

“c’mon we still have another half hour!”

“kiri will handle it!”

words fell upon deaf ears. you continued to collect your items and wave them off. you knew you couldn’t actually quit. your threats were always empty, the farthest you’d actually gone to leaving was you driving two blocks down and turning right back around. the boys knew you wouldn’t quit either, but they never knew which day you’d actually snap. for now, your love of music remained triumphant over your hate for the drummer.

you were never too sure over why he didn’t like you. seemingly since the day you stepped in and replaced jiro due to her having vocal nodules that fried her range, causing her to effectively retire from singing. you were a trusted friend of hers that also had a talent and she pushed for you to audition. you did well, of course, the whole band seeming to like you besides the grumpy, hot-headed drummer.

every practice was filled with him throwing remarks your way. never being able to find something positive about you to say. you took the remarks in stride your first few rehearsals, but as your time together progressed, you stopped holding back. once getting into a full-out screaming match that led to him breaking a set of drumsticks from throwing them down so hard.

once you were out on stage, though, anybody could be fooled. his and your energy alone could power an arena. the way his adrenaline kicked when he performed sent him into a high that wouldn’t slow until he was done with a set. he even start letting you interact with him on stage once fans started to notice you’d go around to anyone but him. his vibe would be electric, the most enthusiastic you’d ever seen him. especially around you.

but nothing could last forever. highs had to come down, and his always crashed and burned. going back to his same pissy personality as soon as you’d get back to the tour bus and sliding a sly remark your way. usually starting some sort of argument or silent treatment between the two of you.

you continued to rummage through your bag to ensure you didn’t forget anything. planning to message the boys, excluding bakugo, to tell them you weren’t actually going to quit and just needed time before you broke of pair of sticks over the blonde’s head and shoved your microphone down his throat.

you were about to scram, until you heard the voice you wanted and needed to hear the least.

“don’t forget your blow, princess.” you slowly turned over your shoulder, body following suit, to look the blonde in his eyes. catching a glimpse of sero and kaminari’s eyes widening at the comment.

“what’d you just say to me?” your body turned itself around all the way and you were fully facing him, about ten feet away from where he stood in front of his drums next to kiri. he looked unhinged, as if he could snap and pounce on you at any second. your look probably rivaled his. fists clenched and body turning stiff just looking at him.

“oh, sorry if that’s not what you’re into,” his eyelids lowered as he looked down on you and that stupid smirk began to grow on his face, “speed, smack, bump, whatever you like.”

“i’m not fucked up on drugs like the coke whores you like to pick up.” you moved in closer as you spoke, venom dripping from your voice, “between you and me, one of us has to have some self-respect.” your bag had been abandoned from your shoulder and dropped on the floor, disregarding if any of its contents had spilled. all eyes in the room were on you and bakugo. the tension between you so thick it could be cut with a knife and still ever-growing. you were face to face with him.

“self-respect, huh? we’ll talk again once you stop dressing like a streetwalker. here and at shows.”

your fist connected with the left side of his nose before you could think about the possibility of catching a charge. the sound of cartilage crunching under your knuckles filled the room. his head jerked to the right from impact and you watched as he folded at the waist and doubled over.

the surrounding eyes widened in shock and the air in the room was incredibly still. nobody spoke, the only sound in the room being the fan in the corner continuing to oscillate and the quiet drip drip drip of blood splattering on the floor from bakugo’s nose.

kirishima was the first to try and move in, lightly touching his friend’s back. he was quickly swatted away by the blonde with his free hand, the other covering his bloodied nose.

once kiri backed away, bakugo used both of his hands to set his nose back into its rightful place. the sound of cracking once again wafts through the uncomfortably thick air, his face scrunched at the discomfort and stayed like that for a few moments. once he was able to relax again, he dropped his blood-covered hands to lift his head and stare into your eyes. you put up a tough front, but he can still see the fear hidden beneath. the way your bitten-red lip slightly trembled when he looked down at you made the electric feel of power surge throughout his body. the crimson liquid dripped from his nostril all the way down to his chin. it trickled into the cracks of his mouth and you could see his red-stained teeth when he gave you an evil, cheshire cat smile.

you could feel his breath fanning over you. it felt heavy from him using his mouth due to his nose now being unable to carry out the action. kirishima was ready to spring into action to protect you from harm until he heard bakugo lightly laugh.

he tried to wipe the blood with the back of his hand, causing some of it to smear across his right cheek. standing all the way up, he rolled his shoulders up and back and jutted out his tongue to lick some of the blood that stayed static on his lip.

“fiesty one, aren’t ‘cha?” you chose to avoid his burning gaze, instead trying to find something interesting enough on the floor to have an excuse to keep your eyes down. ultimately, choosing the blood spatter near his and your feet.

being in a band is supposed to bring others together.

you felt like you just threw yourself in the lion’s den.

“hey man before you do any-“

“want you all out.” he abruptly cut kirishima off. in the heat of the moment, you had honestly forgot about sero and kaminari. kiri only staying fresh in your head because he was standing right in front of you.

“are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“i said it nicely, here’s what i actually mean,” he stepped closer to his red-headed friend, “get the fuck out.” kiri looked to you, to bakugo, and back to you. somberly nodding his head and waving his hand in a ‘come on’ motion to the other guys. he patted your back as he passed you.

“scream if you need us, we’ll break the damned door down.” and with that, the three men exited the studio. leaving you alone with the blonde. bakugo’s eyes rivaled the color of the blood that still leaked from his nose. they were sharp and angular, as if he had murder on his mind, and it was all aimed at you.

he stared deep into your soul for a few minutes more as you tried to look everywhere but his face. you got to study the blood that had collected on his hands that had slightly smeared on his jeans. the track that ran from his chin, down his neck, and soaked into his tee. he once again swiped his tongue against his lip to collect any of the liquid that he dribbled down.

“y’think you’re hot shit now huh?” he began. circling your body like a shark would to it’s prey. “think you can beat up on me like i’m some submissive ass bitch?”

“listen, i didn’t think before i moved. i’d never touch your fuckin’ face willingly.”

“y’didnt think? you fuckin’ stupid? i could have your ass in jail for third degree assault, you know that? i’ll move my fuckin’ nose back to the crooked shit you caused right now if you don’t believe me.” he stopped in front of you, looking down at your figure like you were scum on earth and ignoring your last little comment. he loved the way you looked like a scared little animal under his glaring gaze. he did have to admit though, after taking a good look at you, you were fucking cute. pretty face with long eyelashes that you stared up at him through. pretty lip gloss with gold flecks that would disgust him on anyone else since it looked so childish, but it looked perfect on you. he found it amusing how you writhed under his gaze, watching the way your tits bounced when you moved. he found himself staring at your backside on more than a few occasions hoping to get a peak of your underwear if your skirt swished the right way. you looked like a prime subject for him to ruin.

“bakugo i’m really sorry. like fucking genuinely sorry. no bullshit. please don’t-“ he shushed you by placing one of his bloody index fingers on your lips. you hated his dickhead habit of cutting people off when they spoke, but the way your core fluttered at the motion made you able to push your hatred to the side for just a little bit.

“y’gonna prove how sorry you are?” he removed his finger from your lip and dragged it down your chin, smearing his blood on your face. you unconsciously darted your own tongue out to taste the liquid. the metallic flavor infiltrated your inviting tastebuds. bakugo’s eyes darkened at the sight of you tasting his blood from your stained lips.

“on your knees.” you looked at him with dumb eyes, still focusing on the taste of his blood swishing in your mouth. “ya fuckin’ stupid? deaf? i said on your knees.” he forcefully pushed your head down, causing your knees to bend at just the right angle for you to drop. your little denim skirt barely covering your thighs. only a few more wrong moves and the mean drummer would have a delicious shot of your pretty thong. he saw a peak earlier. nice and a pretty, lacy pink. matching the lettering on your crop top that barely covered your tits. your excuse being ‘trying not to get too hot in the summer’s heat.’ fucking pathetic.

maybe it was that hate you felt that clouded your brain, but had never realized how hot he was. he looked like the dictionary image of power above you. to you, he could be a reincarnate of kratos. the dips and curves of his perfectly curated muscles screamed strength and might. his big arms were folded over his broad chest with a pair of drumsticks in his right palm. his and your skin glowed under the pink and blue neon lights that lit up the studio. the pink lighting up his right side and the blue his left. the colors mixed and danced along his dewy skin, making him look a wonderful piece of art only you had the pleasure of enjoying. you wanted to keep the image of him like this engraved in your mind so you’d never forget it.

you were too busy admiring him to notice his belt had been unbuckled and the zipper of his black dickies had traveled south. you could see the waistband of his underwear and you were eye to eye with the rather large tent that had formed. you smirked at the thought of the katsuki bakugo getting turned on from pain. especially from pain inflicted by you. the girl he hated most in this world.

you.

you’d never been submissive to bakugo, choosing to fight his fire back with your own, but damn you looked like a needy bitch right now. hands moving so fast to pull his rock solid cock out from his boxers and practically drooling before you ever even saw it.

bakugo groaned once he was freed from the confines of his uncomfortably-tight underwear. seeing his dick made you regret all the small-pecker insults you’d thrown his way in anger because it was far from the truth. he was above-averagely long, but the girth is what made your eyes widen. the thickness in combination with the length weighed his cock down to be perfectly eye-level with you. you got a good view of the angry-red tip and the bead of pre that formed at the slit. your eyes stayed fixated every detail you could absorb of him.

“y’just gonna sit there and look at it?” d’ya know how to suck cock or or ya too stupid?” your eyes met his with an annoyed glare. the blood had stopped flowing from his nose, but it still adorned the lower half of his face. the sight of the man all roughed up because of you caused the growing dampness between your legs to gush and grow a little more.

bakugo snapped you out of your own thoughts once again by slapping your cheek with his dick, making soft pat pat pat noises when it came in contact. he smeared the pre-cum over your awaiting lips and carefully watched your reactions as you stuck your tongue out to taste the mix of the blood remnant and his pre. he took his opportunity to shove himself inside your mouth when you had opened it to take a needed breath.

the action of your mouth being filled so quickly caught you off guard and you hadn’t actually gotten to take a breath. he had already pushed himself so far down your throat you thought you could suffocate, trying to take deep breaths through your nose. you felt your hair being pulled back and you were off his cock as quickly as you were on it. he had let go of your hair to reach down and grab your chin and tilt it up at him.

“open wide, slut.” was the only thing he said and you obeyed without reluctance. slightly sticking your tongue out in anticipation for him. you were a little confused when he didn’t immediately push himself back in, but the realization hit when you watched him open his mouth, too. he let his saliva that was tinged red from blood run off his tongue and into your awaiting mouth, smirking when you took it all in without fighting back or hesistance. the taste of him had barely registered on your tastebuds when he roughly pushed his cock back into your mouth.

you used the mix of his saliva and yours to start the apologetic blowjob you were being forced to give. you’d been around the block and sucked a few ducks here and there, but this was by far the sloppiest you’d ever felt. drool had already began to make its way down your chin and you’d barely even started. tongue moving up and down his length, hoping he’ll finish fast. bakugo dropped his drumsticks to grip your hair in a makeshift ponytail with one hand and to hold his shirt up and out of the way with the other.

he had no intentions of making this easy on you.

he had mercy for you at first. just loving the way you bobbed up and down on him on your own. the adorably fucked out face you were already making could’ve sent him over the edge already, but then he remembered. this is your payback, punishment even. your less-than-formal apology to him.

and he wanted to fucking ruin you.

he tightened his grip on your hair, causing you to moan around him and to simultaneously stop moving your head. he kept his grip tight and began to thrust himself into your warm mouth. it was the best head he’d gotten in months. the girls and the occasional guy he’d bring to his dressing room after a show were always fucked up on some drug that messed with their ability to perform, but you were something else. the fire that had ignited in his loins. something he fucking needed.

your throat was already growing sore from bakugo’s unrelenting thrusts, going so far that your nose would brush the hairs that were neatly groomed around his base. tears began to flow down your stuffed cheeks. you hated to admit that you actually liked being used by the same guy you’d fantasize of ripping his head off. the groans and grunts that left his mouth were music to your ears and only urged you to use your tongue more to elicit more of the sweet sounds. his hand was slapped over his own mouth and his eyes were squinted in a way that said ‘this is too good’ without him having to actually speak. bakugo had never made love before, always choosing the more vulgar word of ‘fucking’ to describe his private escapades, but the way your sweet mouth felt over his sensitive cock made him feel as if this was the closest thing to making love he’d ever get.

“that’s it.. take it. take my fuckin’ cock.” his thrusts only slowed to press himself as far as he could into your mouth and watch you squirm as you tried to catch your breath. your mascara was running down your cheeks and an old, small drop of blood had fallen from his face and onto yours. your lip gloss had been smeared off your lips and transferred off onto bakugo’s dick, making a pretty little ring around. you moaned something incomprehensible around his cock when you were finally able to breath, sending electricity shooting down his spine.

“dontcha know it’s rude to talk with your damn mouth full? be a good fuckin’ cocksleeve and shut the fuck up.” you were for sure soaking through your panties at this point, not even able to think about touching yourself due to the rough thrusts of the male in front of you and the fear that he’d make this hell on earth if he saw you trying to get off too. you were slightly ashamed at how your body had submitted so easily to the blonde you’d spent months loathing. the way you were clenching around nothing as you were being used like whore made you feel a slight pang of embarrassment internally.

all embarrassing feelings being swiftly washed away when he growled from the pleasure.

“i can see that mess on the floor. ya like being used this much? maybe you are just a fucking whore.” the last few syllables of the sentence was punctuated with rough jerks of his hips into your mouth. he watched the way you tear-filled eyes rolled and looked back up at him. the sight of you loving his mean treatment had him feeling impossibly more feral and more eager to bust down your inviting little throat. he stuck his own thumb in his mouth to lube himself up with spit and rubbed it along your face, smearing the mascara tracks even further under your eyes and down your cheeks. ruining your pretty makeup even more.

the little upwards curve of his dick was hitting your throat in a way that made you want to gag, but your pride made you hold back. you weren’t fully infatuated with him yet over some rough face fucking that had you wetter than you’d been in months. you still hated him and there was no doubt the feeling was mutual from the way he manhandled you. you still couldn’t help but fantasize about how perfect he would feel inside your other holes. how full you’d feel from his thick cock. you’re aching for release and would practically take anything given to you. holding on to a sliver of hope that you’d at least be able to ride his thigh to get off afterwords.

“fuckin’ shit.. knew you were a goddamn slut.” you were sure the grip his big hand had on your hair had ripped more than a few strands out. his assault on your throat slightly speeding up as he started really chasing his orgasm. your voice was sure to be hoarse tomorrow and you felt like you might actually have lockjaw. your own spit had collected in your throat, bubbling around your lips with every thrust in and dripping down onto your clothes and bakugo’s heavy balls that glistened due to it. bakugo himself was glistening with a sheen of sweat that he accumulated from his rough, fast movements and the general heat of summer. your face was also glistening in sweat, but it was overshadowed by your tears and bakugo’s spit. his brows were furrowed and his thigh started to shake, you knew he was close. knowing this information from sero when he let that secret bakugo made him promise not to tell slip to you after a blunt too many.

“fuck… dirty, nasty fuckin’ bitch.” he shoved your face down all the way. your nose was flush with his pubic area as he gave a few more rough thrusts. he threw his head back and his brow furrow deepened. his cheeks turned a a rosy shade of pink and the most beautiful groan left his throat as his adam’s apple bobbed. with one more harsh thrust, he shot his seed down your throat and onto your eager, awaiting tongue. he didn’t have the worst taste in the world, but still was an equivalent to edible battery acid. it felt like his orgasm was never-ending, rope after rope continued to spill from his now-softening cock. your head still felt sore when he released his death grip and let his hand fall by his side, breathing heavily. eyes still closed as he tried to come back down from his incredible high.

some people think being in a band brings a group closer together.

maybe you guys showed that they’re not completely wrong.

you didn’t have time to swallow before he grabbed your chin again and asked you to ‘open up’ once more. admiring the marks of his seed left on your tongue.

“don’t fuckin’ waste it, dumb slut.” with that, he pulled you into a rough kiss, immediately invading your mouth with his curious tongue as he scooped some of his own cum up and tasted himself. this wasn’t a kiss out of love or passion, just pure animalistic lust and curiosity. you roughly bit down on his lip to cause him some more pain, just to show that you weren’t in love with him yet, either. he got abord again at the feeling of your teeth biting down on him. drawing some more blood that mixed with the dried liquid still plastered on his face.

you still looked up at him with pleading eyes as he began to clean himself up. making himself decent again and gently cleaning around his nose with the bottom of his shirt. your core still desperately ached for some kind of touch.

“what? you think i’m gonna fuckin’ help you? this is your gift to me. not the other way around, princess.” you huffed at him. getting off your knees and trying to confidently walk with wobbly legs. gathering your things once more to hightail it out of here and fix the problem he gave you on your own.

“go out the back. don’t want the others to see that i proved my point.” your gaze was pointed at him and if lazers could suddenly shoot from your eyes, you’d burn through him in a heartbeat.

“you’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” your voice was already scratchy and rough from the previous events. paining you to try and speak. bakugo only smiled in return.

“a fucking asshole with god’s generous gift of a nice dick. you seemed to enjoyed it enough.” you were half tempted to punch him in the face again, instead deciding to retreat to the back door before you actually did catch an assault charge.

“oh, by the way,” he began, stopping you right as you reached the glowing ‘exit’ sign, “‘m not done with you yet. if you think that was enough to repay me for fucking up my face, you really are fucking dumb.” you shot him a bird before pushing open the door and making your way outside. you heard him say one more thing over the crash symbols before the door fully shut behind you.

“better keep your phone off silent, i don’t like to wait.”

by god you hated that prick.

masterlist.

“better keep your phone off silent, i don’t like waiting.”

by god you hated that prick.

masterlist.

by god you hated that prick.

by god you hated that prick.

“oh, by the way,” he began, stopping you right as you reached the glowing ‘exit’ sign, “‘m not done with you yet. if you think that was enough to repay me for fucking up my face, you really are fucking dumb.” you shot him a bird before pushing open the door and making your way outside. you heard him say one more thing over the crash symbols before the door fully shut behind you.

“better keep your phone off silent. don’t keep me waiting.”

by god you hated that prick.

masterlist.

masterlist.

Look at him so far away

He's getting closer

Closer

Even closer

He has something to say

Wow, what an inspiration

“no grave can hold my body down. i’ll crawl home to her” …. yea …. that. that or Nothing

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Chapter Nine: Dark Cloud

The Ascension of Kas

Vampire/Kas!Eddie Munson x afab!Reader

summary: It’s been eight months since Vecna had won, leaving the group in despair with the aftermath. But you seem to be having it the worst with the hauntings of your boyfriend keeping you awake at night. But are the visions of Eddie only a dream, or is Vecna slowly showing that he is once again ready to finish what he’d started?based off these fanmade trailers (x) & (x)

warnings: death, blood, violence, gore, murder + other Stranger Things related themes.

words: 2.5k+ // The Ascension of Kas Masterlist // stranger things masterlist

You stared around the room looking at everyone as silence fell upon the group. Everyone was taking a moment to let the information you told sink in. The moment that Eddie left you home, the first person you called was Hopper. You didn't want to waste any more time knowing that it was limited.

"How can we trust what he told you?" Jonathan asked, being the first to speak and breaking the tense silence. "I-I mean we know that Vecna created him, or whatever, and controlling him. How can we be sure that Vecna didn't send him to you?"

"He didn't have that demonic look in his eyes," You spoke confidently, "He was Eddie again, my Eddie."

"I think whether it was Vecna or not, we should still take advantage of Eddie's information," Hopper spoke. "The only thing left is to devise a plan to take this fucker out."

"He's still weak if what we know is true," Joyce spoke "What if we took him out while he's doing the remote travel like before? It almost worked the first time. But maybe a second hit will finally take him out."

"That's not a bad idea. But how are we going get him in that state?" Nancy spoke, wrapping her arms around herself as she leaned forward.

"Eddie," You spoke up, "Vecna controls him to feed so that he pulls strength into the Hive Mind."

"What are we going to do? Stalk your boyfriend and wait for him to pick a victim?" Steve asked.

"We don't need to wait, we can give him a victim," You started and watched as a look crossed over Steve's face as the two of you stared off with one another.

"No. No, absolutely not." Steve spoke with his voice rising. "We're not doing that."

"You aren't making the choice for me, Steve." You rolled your eyes and suddenly felt hostile toward him. "I can be the bait."

The room erupted into chaos as everyone started to talk over one another. Every once voicing how they didn't want you to place yourself in danger. A feeling flared through you that you weren't sure if it was anger or a mix of fear. But to see everyone reject the idea of you drawing Eddie's attention to you.

"It's my decision! I am willing to do this. Vecna is already trying to use me for something," You spoke, causing everyone to halt and look at you. "...or...or using me to torture Eddie, either way, we already have an in."

"Vecna let you by chance that first time," Robin spoke, "Are we forgetting about Max right now in the hospital fighting for her life because of this Vecna creep?"

"We're going to be more prepared this time, also, he's weaker. Are we forgetting this part?" You exclaimed

"She has a point," Nancy spoke up, being the only one at your defense. "El can go into a sensory tank, find Vecna, and we end him. The plan we had last time we a good one, we just went in ill-prepared. But we are all together now."

"You want to feed her to that demon?" Steve spoke with anger still clear in his voice.

"I can draw him away and give enough time for El to end Vecna. Us killing him in the real world did nothing, only injured him. Vecna found a way to become stronger." You spoke, before turning your eyes to Hopper. "I can do this."

Hopper sighed deeply, moving to rub his hand over his beard. "How are sure that you want to do this?"

"Hopper!" Steve and Robin shouted at the same time, looking at him in shock.

Hopper held his hand out to them, a motion to silence their protests. But he kept his brown eyes on you, waiting for your response.

"I can do this," You spoke nodding your head, even as nerves moved through your body like electricity.

"Alright, this is what we're going to do," Hopper spoke, quickly laying out the plan. "Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Y/N, you're going to head down to the Upside Down. That's where Eddie is and we're going to bring the fight to him. Y/N you draw his attention to you, but dear god, don't let him get you. We cannot lose another one of you."

You nodded your head before Hopper continued.

"Joyce, Will and Dustin will act as points of contact between the Upside Down and the rest of us." Hopper sighed "They'll also be the ones there to pull you out. That'll leave El, Mike, and I, we are going to make sure that nothing happens on El's end so that she can go under."

"So we're taking the fight to Vecna?" Dustin asked

"We're taking this son of a bitch down," Hopper nodded his head

~.~

"Are you seriously going to do this?" Steve asked, his voice harsh even in a whisper. "I mean...you're really going to use yourself as bait for Vecna."

"Steve...please..." You sighed heavily

"No," He shook his head, "I can't believe that you're going to do this. What if something goes wrong? What if you're hurt?"

"I-I don't know...I didn't think that far ahead. But I do know that we can sit back and wait for something to happen. Not if what Eddie said was true,"

"Eddie, right." Steve scoffed "We don't know if this is a trick that Vecna is using. He already tried to take you once before, h-how are we supposed to stop him if it happens again?"

Robin stepped forward, "We care about you, we're not...we can't imagine losing you."

You softened slightly and moved to the two of them. Instantly you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around your two friends, pulling them into a tight group hug. You felt both Steve and Robin's grips on you tighten the moment you stepped into their arms.

"I can't lose another friend," Steve's voice cracked slightly.

"You're not going to. I'm going to do everything that I can to make sure that doesn't happen,"

You stepped out of their arms, tears swimming in all your eyes, before giving Steve a small smile. He'd always felt like the brother you'd always wanted ever since the two of you became friends. And to see the fear in his eyes made your stomach clench for a moment.

~.~

The low rumblings of the world on the other side could be heard, the sky was red and violent more than before. Over the last few days, more of the Upside Down seemed to bleed into Hawkins. And with the multiple people coming up missing in the few days since you'd seen Eddie, something within you knew what was the cause.

You sighed heavily as you looked down to the gate that cracked through the center of City Hall. When the "earthquake" happened and the earth beneath Hawkins split, City Hall took the greatest hit with it being the center of the craters. Once again you were all strapped and geared to head down through into the Upside Down.

"Alright," Joyce spoke as she looked at the five of you, a nervous shaky breath passing through her lips. "Dustin and I will be here as the point of action between you and Hopper. The moment that something goes wrong, you need to get out of there. Understand?"

You all nodded your heads in agreement before Joyce's eyes landed on you. "And you...don't you dare do anything reckless?"

"I won't. Promise." You gave her a small smile for reassurance.

Dustin sent down the rope from before, dragging it over to a column and tying it tightly to the structure. Steve slid down first followed close behind by Nancy and Robin. Your stomach fluttered with nervous butterflies as you gripped tightly to the rope, before kicking off and sliding down. Your feet landed hard against the ground as you looked around to the Upside Down version of City Hall. The moment Jonathan followed down behind you, it was like that was the moment it finally hit you on what you were all about to do.

"Where do we think he'd be hiding?" Robin asked, double checking her rifle was loaded, "Trailer park?"

"That or Creel House, we know that's where Vecna likes to hide." You spoke up. "Maybe we should draw him away from where's he comfortable."

"You can stay downtown?" Jonathan asked

"It would give us better cover if anything went wrong, and we wouldn't have to run back here either. It would be us choosing a home base." Nancy agreed as she nodded her head.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out the switchblade that Hopper had passed off to you before you'd all left. "Let's get this over with,"

The five of you walked out of the decrepit City Hall and out into the Upside Down. There was a low and eerie noise that moved through the town. It was like a tornado was rumbling in the distance and ready to rip through everything.

"Are you sure about this?" Steve asked as he looked down at you, his hand gently on your shoulder. "We can turn back and think of something else."

"I'm sure," You spoke, before moving down through the streets.

Everyone took their places making sure to spread out slightly through the abandoned streets of Hawkins. You stood with Steve and Jonathan in front of you, with Nancy and Robin behind you both of them holding rifles tightly in their grasps. You clenched and unclenched your fist a few times before opening the palm up to expose it. With the blade tightly in your hand, you dragged the blade across the top of your skin. A painful hiss passed through your lips as the firey pain moved up through your arm.

A tense and eerie silence moved over the five of you as your blood dripped down your hand, through your fingers, and onto the floor beneath you.

"We sure that's gonna be enough blood to draw his attention?" Jonathan asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Or he's going to be hungry enough?" Robin followed up.

"I have a feeling this is going to be more than enough," Steve spoke, watching as your blood dropped down to the ground beneath your feet. "We don't need to go overboard with this."

Before anyone could say another word, a deep animalistic sound echoed from the woods only a few miles from downtown. That made your heart stop for a moment. Everyone's head swiveled around looking for the source of the noise but was not able to see anything. Soon enough the sound of large wings flapping through the wind was heard, and you knew immediately who it was.

"Guys," Robin whispered

"I can hear him," You whispered, closing the blade and sliding it into your back pocket. "Remember, no matter what...do not kill him. He's still Eddie."

"Even if he's ripping you to pieces?" Steve asked harshly as the sound grew closer.

"Do. Not. Hurt. Him." You spoke through clenched teeth.

A swift and fast motion catches your eyes, and when you all looked over, you saw him. Perched on the edge of the roof of the general store only a couple blocks down. His wings stretched out behind him and a part of you couldn't help but think of how beautiful he looked. His dark curls moved in the wind around his face adding to the dark beauty that he now exuded. But even with the few blocks between you, something in his stance, of how he glowered down at you all - this was no longer your Eddie.

This was the monster that Vecna had turned him into.

Everyone seemed to stiffen slightly as he shot up from the roof and landed on the streets before all of you. The dark bruise-like shadows were beneath his eyes with his eyes completely encased in darkness, the whites of his eyes gone. Your stomach churned as he growled with his fangs gleaming.

"Dustin, we've got him," Jonathan spoke into the walkie, his voice shaky with not only nerves but fear as he stared at Eddie.

"Copy that," His voice echoed through the speaker. It seemed hearing Dustin's voice caused Eddie's head to turn to the side slightly with recognition.

But just as Dustin's voice echoed out there was a calmness that settled over everything surrounding you all. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Before anyone could say a word, a familiar shriek echoed through the sky. It started off slow as one by one they started to appear, before soon, they filled the sky like a billowing cloud headed straight for you all.

Demobats.

"Run!" Steve screamed, everyone quickly moving, "Run!"

You broke off into a sprint and ran toward the City Hall, hearing as your friends ran around you. You weren't paying attention as your feet pounded against the concrete with your fear pushing your feet to move faster.

"YN!" Nacy screamed your name, causing you to turn over your shoulder.

Your breath halted in your throat as you watched the dark cloud made of the demobats span out over you all. You could see that you'd all split up. Jonathan and Nancy were closest to you, ducked behind a car that was left abandoned in the street and covered in vines. You could see Robin peeking out from behind a building with Steve across the street behind another.

In the middle of the bats, was Eddie, he quickly flew down closer to you. It was only a matter of seconds of Nancy calling your name before you felt his grip and you were soon lifted from the ground. A scream ripped from deep within your chest as he grabbed you.

"Y/N!" Steve's voice echoed back, fear ripping through his tone of voice. "Y/N!"

Everything happened quickly before you felt yourself being dropped to the forest floor. You screamed as you hit the forest floor, a pain shooting through your body, and tears quickly filling your eyes. You rolled for a short distance before stopping with your back hitting the side of a fallen tree. The pain moving through your body was firey and made you feel paralyzed.

You watched as Eddie landed in front of you, a sadistic smirk across his pale lips. You whimpered softly as you tried to move away, but it was like your body wasn't able to move.

"Did you really think that you were going to get away from me," Eddie spoke. But your brows pulled together tightly as you listened to his voice. Because it wasn't his voice, it was someone else's. "You don't think I don't see what you're trying to do?"

Eddie stopped right in front of you and moved to bend down in front of you.

"What a silly little game you and your friends like to play, can't realize and accept that you'd lost?"

You felt vile move up your throat as you realized who was in front of you. He might be using your boyfriend's body, but there wasn't a sign of him in front of you.

"Vecna," You whimper, causing his smirk to widen more.

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