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resident-gay-bitch · 1 year

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Steve had developed a habit of calling Robin at horrid hours of the night. He’d wake up from a bad dream, screaming in a cold sweat, and he’d dial her number and make her talk about her day, or a movie she liked, or literally anything because it took his mind away from everything bad and calmed him down. He always made her say goodnight. And then, when Robin had bad dreams, she’d call Steve too, and he’d do the same for her. One night, a couple of months ago, Steve got a call in the middle of the night. He knew it was Robin, who else would call at this time of night? When he answered all he heard was heavy breathing, and it made him sit up straight in bed, reaching for the bat he kept at his side every night.

“Hello?”

More heavy breathing, and then a sniffle, and then a sob, “Steve?”

“E-“ Steve scratched his head, releasing the bat from his grip, “Eddie?”

“I didn’t want to wake you, I just…” He sniffled again.

“Are you crying?” Steve leant back against his headboard.

“I can’t sleep.”

Steve nodded, “Okay…”

“Have you ever… do you get bad dreams, Stevie?”

Steve sighed, shoulders relaxing as he took a breath, “Yeah. All the time, man.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“I mean- sorry. Not good. Just… I’m glad i’m not going insane over here.” Eddie forced a laugh, but Steve didn’t laugh back, “I had a really bad one. And I usually wake Wayne if they’re this bad, but he’s started working nights again-“

“It’s okay, Eddie.” Steve smiled, “What do you need?”

“I don’t know.” There was a little silence, “What do you do when you have bad dreams?”

“Ah, I call Robin. Make her talk about random shit. Takes my mind off it.”

Eddie nodded, “Can you… is that weird if I ask you to do that?”

“Of course not.” Steve smiled, “We’re friends, man.”

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded, swallowing down the rising lump in his throat.

“Are you laying down in bed? Comfy?”

“Yeah, as comfy as my shitty mattress can be.” Eddie giggled.

Steve smiled, “Well… what did you want me to talk about?”

“Uhm… talk about something boring. Send me to sleep faster.”

“What do you count as boring?”

Eddie hummed for a moment, “Jocks.”

“Asshole.” Steve scoffed, but they were both laughing.

“No… you, you know a lot about flowers. Talk about that. I don’t care about flowers.”

“Okay… uhm, flowers. I know about them because my nanny for like, seven years loved flora, talked about it all the time.”

Steve continued to talk, and Eddie fell asleep peacefully, mind blank. And Steve definitely didn’t stay on the line for an extra hour listening to Eddie snore, roll around, and mumble random shit in his sleep. And he definitely didn’t hear Eddie mumble his name a couple of times.

It sort of became a habit for Eddie now too. He’d call up Steve when he couldn’t sleep and Steve would make it all better. It made Eddie feel so warm. Robin tried to call one night when Eddie was on the line, Steve didn’t realise. She ended up calling Nancy instead, and Nancy helped her just like Steve did. When they talked the next day, Steve apologised profusely, but Robin didn’t care. She had talked to Nancy almost all night and got to listen to her pretty voice talk about this piece she was working on to submit to a big paper in hopes of getting a job. Robin slept soundly after that, only wishing she could still hear Nancy talk. Robin started calling Nancy more often, and vide versa. So, one night when Steve had a horrible dream and couldn’t get through to Robin, he called for Eddie.

“Of course, Steve. You do this for me all the time, why wouldn’t I wanna do it for you?” Eddie scoffed, “Any topics you find boring? I could talk about flowers if you wanted, know enough about the topic now.”

Steve giggled, “How about you talk about… Garfield? You’ve got half the comic strips memorised, right? Recite them all to me?”

“Okay, prepare yourself Stevie. Things are about to get intense.”

And so calling Eddie and Nancy became a habit for them too. And eventually everyone was just calling anyone they could get a hold of, the four of them always teaching themselves new stories or random pieces of knowledge, or memorising television episodes or song lyrics so there would always be something to talk about if another needed it. They relied on each other. And then Nancy and Robin got together, and the calls to Steve and Eddie hardly happened. They slept beside one another most nights, they didn’t need a phone call if they had a bad dream. Steve has his worst dream in months, and he knows Robin and Nancy are out tonight, down at some bar for their one month anniversary. So Steve calls Eddie.

“Your worst one?” Eddie rubbed his face, he was so tired.

“Yeah.” He shuffled, tears soaking his face, “Really need your help, Ed’s.”

“You know Wayne’s been getting on my back about the phone bill.” He sighed, “And I’m so tired, I don’t trust myself to hang up before morning.”

“I’m- I’m sorry. I’ll just- I’ll put on some music or some-“

“No.” Eddie shook his head, “I’ll just come over? Yeah?”

That made Steve’s heart skip, “You don’t have too. I’ll be okay-“

“Steve. It’s my job to help you with your bad dreams. I’ll be there in ten. Stay calm.”

“Eddie you don’t-“

But Eddie was already pulling his shorts back on, and a baggy shirt and his sneakers and was heading for the door. Steve sat in bed, too scared to move, the dark watching him. Waiting to pounce. He bunched his knees up to his chest. He heard a sound echo from downstairs. It terrified him even more, he froze. He heard a heavy thud work it’s way through his house, up his stairs, creeping closer and closer. Steve reached for his bat. He thought he was gonna die. Then his bedroom door, that he never fully closes, was being pushed open and he was ready to swing. But then in sauntered Eddie, hair a messy, eyes droopy and closing, and he was yawing. He tossed his keys onto Steve’s desk and toeing off his shoes, walking to the bed. Steve was suddenly vary aware of the fact he was wearing only his boxers and socks. Eddie didn’t say a word when he saw the state Steve was in, he just grabbed the bat out of his hand and placed it on the floor before shooing Steve over and sitting down under the covers beside him. They had never done this before. Soothed their bad dreams face to face, it was always over the phone. They never had a sleepover, and they definitely haven’t shared a bed. But Eddie was too tired to care, or be nervous, and Steve was too scared. Eddie wrapped his arm around Steve, pulling them both down until their heads were on Steve’s soft pillows and they were sinking down into his perfect mattress. Eddie groaned.

“Can I sleep here every night, man?” Eddie smiled, eyes closed and face smushed into the pillow. His voice was raspy from the sleep and it made butterflies erupt in Steve’s stomach, “Such a nice bed.”

“Not if it means I get your shitty mattress in return.”

“Fine. We can just share. Wayne’s making me pay for the phone bill now, so it will save me.” They both laughed.

“You didn’t have to come here, Eddie.”

“It was all just a rouse to get in your bed, Stevie. I’ve won.” He grinned, and Steve shoved his shoulder half heartedly. Eddie sighed, “What was your dream about?”

They didn’t ask that… ever, “Uhm… I was drowning again. And as I was drowning I was watching you die, your limbs being torn off and eaten, and I just kept falling further and further away from you and you were screaming at me to help you.”

There was a long silence. Steve wasn’t sure if he’d scared Eddie off, or if he’d just fallen asleep. Eddie sighed deeply, “I’m not dying, Steve. You did save me, remember? You carried me outta there.”

“Still… it’s-“

“Scary. I know.” Eddie hummed, “But I’m here, okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

You better not. Steve snuggled closer into Eddie, “Do your scars hurt sometimes?”

“Sometimes. Yours do too?”

“Hmm.”

“I’m glad I’m not alone, then.” Eddie smiled.

“Your never alone.” Steve mumbled into Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie looked at him, sitting up slightly, “Neither are you.”

Steve sat up too, bringing his knees back to his chest, “How are you so brave about it?”

“About what?” Eddie hummed, head tipping to the side.

“Your scars… how do you not hate them?”

Eddie sighed with a little shrug, “I’ll tell you a secret… I sorta do. They remind me of… everything. But they’re not something I’m ashamed off because they prove that I lived. So do yours.”

Steve shrugged, “They make me feel shit.”

“So do mine sometimes.”

“They make me feel ugly.” His eyes were wet as he looked at Eddie.

Eddie looked at him for a moment, his hand stretching out to smooth over Steve’s cheek, holding him at the back of his neck, “Your not ugly, Steve, your beautiful.”

Steve scoffed, “Am not.”

“You are.” Eddie pressed, “I promise, you are.”

Steve shrugged, laying back down. Eddie laid beside him, facing one another. Steve’s finger traced the neckline of Eddie’s shirt, and his necklace, and his collarbone that peaked out. Eddie lifted his hand slowly, tentatively, and traced his finger over Steve’s scars.

“These are beautiful. You are beautiful.”

Steve nodded, “Can you just talk me to sleep, please?”

“Yeah.” Eddie smiled, and started his story for the night, “Tonight, I’ll be telling you why Steve Harrington needs to stop putting himself down.”

“Eddie-“

“I’m serious.” Eddie a scoffed, looking away from Steve with a yawn, “First, he is gorgeous. One of the prettiest boys i’ve ever seen. Two, he’s so kind, and warm and has a brilliantly big heart. Three, he’s amazing at looking after the kids, would make an excellent dad one day. Four, he’s so smart, he makes me think on my toes all the time and teaches me about so many things, like flora and baking and sports, and how a turbo engine works. Five, he’s so soft. Six, he’s got the making of a Greek God. Seven, he’s not who he was in high school, he’s redeemed himself and more. Eight-“

“That’s enough.” Steve mumbled.

“Eight,” Eddie continued, adamant on proving his point, “Steve is brilliant at sports, specifically basketball and I love watching him play. Nine, he’s got a really comfy bed. Ten, he bakes the best brownies I’ve ever had. Eleven, he makes me think about my future. Twelve, Dustin does everything in his power to be just like him, because he admires him so fucking much. Thirteen, he puts others first… sometimes a little too much. Fourteen, he’s so easy to love. Fifteen-“

“You think I’m easy to love?” Steve opened his eyes, staring right into Eddie’s now, blown out all dark and glistening.

Eddie smiled, a faint whisper on his lips, “The easiest.”

Steve smiled, his insides bubbling, “You can sleep in my bed whenever you want, Eddie. As long as I can too.”

“Deal.” Eddie nodded, shuffling a little closer, “I’ve got some great luck tonight.”

Steve grinned, “Ed’s.”

“Yeah, Stevie?”

“I think your easy to love too.”

Eddie smiled fondly, cheeks turning pink, but unfortunately it was too dark for Steve to notice. Eddie brushed his nose against Steve’s, slow and calculated in his movements. Steve’s breath hitched, and then Eddie kissed him, and he melted. He pulled Eddie tighter and melted into his arms.

The only time Steve called anyone in the middle of the night now, was when Eddie was snoring obnoxiously loud beside him, and he needed Robins monologue about how adorable Nancy looked tonight to block it out.

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a-strange-inkling · 11 months

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Does Eddie ever go to counseling with Chrissy to talk about his own trauma? He went through literal hell and has ptsd too.

Eventually, yeah he does. He’s hesitant at first, sees it kind of as a weakness, not for Chrissy, but for himself. He ends up going when Chrissy’s counselor wants to meet him. I have this little unedited snippet of him and Steve talking about it:

“So um Chrissy,” Steve clears his throat.

“Yeah, I know her.” Eddie smiles as he takes a sip of his beer, leaning on the railing of the terrace next to him.

Steve gives him his signature don’t be a smartass look. “Does she… is she still going to counseling?”

“Yeah, not as much as before, but like once or twice a month.” Eddie replies, sobering up, a little thrown off.

“That’s good,” he bobs his head up and down. Eddie waits for the next pending question. “How does she… does she like it?”

“Well, I mean… she likes it as much as one can like putting all their trauma and issues on a white board to be scrutinized… She really misses Clara back in Chicago, they were close and got through a lot together, but she’s slowly getting on with her new one here.”

“But, it must help, right?” Steve presses on. “Like she wouldn’t go if it didn’t… Even though she can’t tell her… you know, everything.”

“…Yeah, it helps.” Eddie eyes him, frowning a little in concern. “It still helps…Why you thinking about seeing someone?”

Steve shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. “I don’t know, maybe…”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah no, everything’s fine,” Steve assures quickly. “It’s just… You know I love Gwen, I never thought I’d love anyone as much as I love her again… but there’s this barrier whenever things flair up with me. I always thought that shared trauma thing was kind of bullshit, but it makes sense you know… you’ve got Chrissy… Jonathan and Nancy have each other… And I had Robin, sure, but after she moved to Chicago… I don’t always have someone I can talk to about it.”

“We’re all here Steve… it’s just a phone call.”

“Yeah, I know… but you know what I mean,” he tells him with a heavy roll of his eyes. “If you wake up in the middle of the night screaming or some shit, Chrissy’s right there and she knows why… Gwen doesn’t and I know I scare her when it happens and she… she doesn’t scare easy, man.”

“Have you thought about telling her?”

“No.” Steve answers firmly. “No, I don’t want her or the boys to ever… I won’t put them through that.”

“Yeah, I get it.” Eddie can’t imagine getting through any of his shit without Chrissy. He feels a little guilty for the sudden wave of gratitude that washes over him. “I’ve gone with Chrissy once in a while… to counseling.”

Steve’s eyes widen. “Really?”

Eddie nods, trying not to be too aloof and defensive about it. There’s nothing wrong with it. He knows that, but it still always makes him feel pathetic to admit it. “Yeah, Clara was a little concerned for our marriage early on.”

Steve seems stunned by that. “You two? You and Chrissy were having marriage trouble?”

“More of the opposite of that, I guess,” Eddie replies with a shrug, looking out into the city. “She was worried about how close we were, how we had such a hard time being away from another… threw words like separation anxiety and codependency around.”

“But, that’s understandable.” Steve points out.

“Yeah… if she knew what we really went through, sure… but the whole kidnapping, accused murder thing was enough for her to get a grasp on it… turns out we’re both fucked up enough even without Creel that therapy still is beneficial.”

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #old haunts #steve and eddie #anon ask #ask answered

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fastcardotmp3 · 1 year

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may I interest you in a little White Rabbit sneak peek as both a treat for you and motivation for me? why thank you I'd love to do just that!

“I scared her,” Steve says, forty-five minutes later with his head still on Eddie’s shoulder, tucked closer under his arm as they’ve relaxed into each other’s weight. Eddie hums a questioning sound in response, quiet and rumbling to match the croak of disuse in Steve’s throat. “She’s— scared. Of me.”

“Your mom?” Eddie clarifies softly, hearing the harsh sniff through Steve’s nose that is an eternal tell towards his attempts at keeping it together.

“I wake up and I’m— I’m not here sometimes,” Steve explains. “It’s dark. I don’t know that house. I wake up and I’m there and I have a routine there. I have to block the windows and— I have to— I get a knife…”

Eddie lets his hand rub down the length of Steve’s arm and back up, creating gentle friction, creating warmth.

“I wouldn’t hurt her,” Steve insists, although there’s a fire lacking from the claim, like he’s just tired of having to say it at all, tired of having to convince someone who Eddie thinks probably hasn’t been listening.

She was always a distant mother. She’s trying. That doesn’t mean she’s succeeding, not when caring for Steve became a triply involved task seemingly overnight, not when all of her regrets and her promises to do better had come during a time when she never would have had to.

It’s easy to say if I had a second chance when there’s no hope at a second chance.

It’s harder to follow through.

Eddie doesn’t want to blame her for that, but he’s got this guy curled up against him in the glow of the September sun and feels more and more with each chirping bird and roll of tires over gravel that he’ll never be on her side here.

“I know you wouldn’t,” Eddie says into the crown of Steve’s head, grateful that today isn’t a no-touching day, grateful every time Steve feels comfortable enough to allow this sort of closeness.

Grateful, and also buzzing with the same unnamable energy he’d felt when he’d seen Steve swimming in freezing water last year, though. Like Eddie knows without knowing it that this isn’t the first morning of its kind for Steve.

Like there’s more to the story than he’s privy.

It’s kind of terrifying, Steve leaning against him and breathing deliberately as though he’s reacclimating to the consistency of it without intermittent coughing. It’s kind of terrifying, that Steve doesn’t really have anyone capable of talking him down at home before he’s wandering the streets of Hawkins half out of his mind in the middle of the night.

It’s kind of terrifying enough that Eddie’s grip on Steve tightens, that the filter between his brain and his mouth does no sort of slowing before he’s saying, “where else do you go when she gets scared, Steve? Where do you go that’s not here?”

He expects Steve to go tense, stiff, uncomfortable to the point where he might even run away, but Steve is different now and he shows none of the old armor against vulnerable questions that Eddie might have been able to prepare for.

No, instead he just stays there, tucked against Eddie’s side, and worst of all, he’s honest.

#sneak peek #dot fic #I am chipping away at part 3 and I love these little dudes <3 #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

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pixielovers2account · 5 months

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Heartline the girl next door

Nancy wheeler x fem reader.

In which y/n moves into the new house and finds herself running into wheeler. Ugh! *reader has a panic attack slight lemon but mainly fluff. Enjoy!

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Since I could remember I’ve always known Nancy. From the first time we could walk or do test we’ve been in the same class but never got the chance to talk to one another. And for that I’m grateful I’ve always found her so uptight and so much of a priss! I mean how could anyone like her? I mean I understand her dark curls that distracted bees in the light from the illusion of honey. Or her huge blue eyes that bore into you like some doll. Or I guess it’s her slim body easy to grab and take hold of. Any boy or man for that matter would love that…a small girl they could hold and take control of. And Nancy…well Nancy the thing is.

SLAM

I flinched outta fear of the sudden loud noice and rush of cool air. “Wake up L/n!” Steve was the one to shut my locker I rolled my eyes. His huge puff of curly hair and dark spots on his face. You know I understand why the girls jump their pillows at night at the thought of him. But for me… “oh come on you gotta come!” He’s an annoying fuck. I rolled my eyes “I got work to do Harrington. And you do too.” He huffs crossing his arms. “Baby y/n please. You never go anywhere fun with us!” I scratched my eyebrow and scoffed in annoyance. “Plus we all need it after the upside down.” He leans in to whisper. To this is stopped dead in my tracks my eyes widened as a shiver ran through my core. The thought of being picked up and strangled near to death was trauma inducing or knowing Steve and Robin where there too getting hurt and that Eddie….oh god no Eddie. I took in a breath turning to face the five eleven boy and puffed my chest out “fine! Just don’t bother me during this party.” He smiles pumping his fist into the air “yes yes yes!” “But!” He raises a brow placing his fist down. “For a week you have to clean up the back shelf’s in family video.” He smiles “oh come on it’s not like you’re gonna last during the party. Let’s make a deal. If you make it to….hm 2:00 clock I’ll do it. But if you don’t I can drag you wherever I want.”

I shrugged “deal.” I held out my hand as he spits on his and hold it out. My face contorts in disbelief and disgust “Ew Steve!”

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Four hours later and here I stood in front of clay Thomsons house. The white build of the place was beautiful that’s for sure. And the red outlining was different from the rest on the block. Three cars parked out front sitting on the side of the road while others had bikes racked up wherever they could place it and two cars in the drive way with a bike. For me I’d token my skateboard and with a huge breath and reinsurance I walked up to the door. And stepped in. Immediately the smell of smoke, sweat, pizza, alcohol and weed filled my nose I placed a hand over my face almost gaging at the sudden rush of horrible smells. I turned my head towards the out side letting out a sigh before taking another breath and rushing through the grinding and horny bodies of people who held each other with the smooth music held to a minimum to keep the police away.

I gripped my board as people rushed into each other talking making out. It was all too much and not my environment. But all I had to do was find Steve and Robin. Stay with them for the night and make it to 2:00 o’clock then I’ll be free from this poison. This room was dim. And I couldn’t see I was literally starting to panic not being able to find Steve or maybe Robin hell if Johnathan was here I’d ask for his help.

But I was stranded at the middle of sweaty bodies that didn’t give a fuck about me. Ones that didn’t mind pushing to their goals to have sex with each other. The room felt like it was spinning as I did looking for Steve. I frowned as my breathing seemed to thicken with the heat of the room. My throat burning as my eyes teared up. My chest tightened. I felt like the walls were closing in and i couldn’t shake myself outta my body trembling under the gaze of random people who raised a brow and laughed. I stumbled backwards holding my skateboard close to my chest before crashing into someone.

“I’m sorry I’m so so sorry.” I started out babbling the tears and heat from my face finally set loose as I cried out. “Hey! Hey it’s okay can you breathe for me?” A voice called back to me over the humming music and sound of rumbling people. “You’re okay.” She said again this time grabbing a hold of me placing a finger underneath my chin forcing me up to look at beautiful blue eyes that never seemed to end with deep details of hints of gray and maybe a flash of green. “Hi.” She said softly. “H-hi.” I stutter back. “Have you ever been to a party?” Her eyebrows creased in curiosity yet worry. I just shook my head slowly as she stood us up. She softly smiles and says “that figures. Why don’t we go to a quiet place hm?” I nodded as she claps her hands holding onto mine. “Come with me. I’ll keep you safe I promise.”

She pulls me along with her. All I could look at was the back of her golden hair that lit up with every pink light and light blue shine that hit it. We pushed up the stairs. The music becoming more muffled and less people were up here. Eventually we went into some room and closed the door behind us locking it and turning the lights on. I blocked at the sudden blinding “so what’s your name?” She turns to me with a kind smile. “Y/n…” something sparks in her eyes like a realization. “So you’re the famous y/n that’s Robin and Steve talk about huh?”

She says sitting on the bed. I sit beside her nodding. “Apparently so. And your Mrs wheeler that that Steve so loves to talk about.” She smiles and laughs a bit. “That’d be me. But please call me Nancy.”

We smile at each other enjoying the company. “So why did you come? I mean I’ve never seen you at any other party before.” I shrugged looking forward at the empty tv screen. “Steve and I made a bet. If I stay till two o’clock he has to clean for me. And if he wins well I have to party more.” She hums nodding. “Sounds like king Steve alright.” She lets out a sigh laying back on the bed letting her head smother and some else’s sheets. I tilted my head falling back too my head beside hers.

“Let’s play a game.” She sat in a dull manner “how about 21 questions hm?” She fixes her head to look at me. Blue eyes hitting my average brown ones. “Okay..”

And for hours we sat there talking learning about each other laughing and pushing each other….maybe she wasn’t so much of a priss nor a stuck up asshole who needs to learn their place…but a human. A human girl with very high standards but…reasonable. She’d told me about her break up with Steve. And Johnathan we shared a lot of things even exchanged numbers and houses.

Later on I found myself sound asleep. But Nancy stayed up her blue eyes darting over my face. Soft slim fingers tracing and pushing hair behind my ears. She smiled leaning in and batting her long eyelashes “goodnight. Y/n.” Kissing my forehead and laying back herself closing her eyes and dozing off.

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Me being the first to wake up I notice our intwined bodies. Her warm hand on my him while the other underneath her head. Legs tangled like a puzzled waiting to fit and the smell…oh the smell of fruit punch and mainly peaches that’s stood out. I took in a breath letting my body collapse to hers. Before slithering away to work.

“Looks like you had a fun night.” Steve laughed out to me while Robin butted his stomach. “What he means is where were you last night.” She takes over. I rolled my eyes tiredly. “At the party….i couldn’t find you two so I went upstairs and slept…woke up at 3:00 in the morning. That’s it.” They looked to each other again. When I get behind the counter. Lazily I stare off into space my mind trembling back to last night and this morning…I shivered at the thought of her warmth. The taste of her cherry blossom colored lips and the smell of her. I took in a deep breath sighing.

Hours later I sat reading a book at the counter. “Yo, y/n me and Robin are heading out to get some ice cream?” I shook my head “nah, I was late I should take this. But have a goodnight.”

So I sat alone in the store for about 30 minutes or so. Before it started raining hella hard and a car pulled up a blue one to be exact and a woman stood out of it with a huge gray sweater and white thin pants. She ran to the store the wind moving her curls bouncing it in a way that makes it like some love movie. The door bell rings as the girl enters with a drenched body. Her blue eyes lock up to mine with a small smile. “Nancy?” She tilts her head nodding holding something to her chest “hi y/n. You left your board in the room and Steve told me you’d worked here so I brought it.” My eyes widened looking at the huge bag in her hand. “Oh yea. I left it in a rush this morning.” I said thoughtfully “well I wish you’d woke me. I could’ve drove you.” I raised a brow looking into her dull blue eyes. Something told me I should apologize something told me I should… “yea sorry about that.” I scratched my ear looking into the far corner of the room. I could hear her wet shoes clacking on the floor. Her presence way closer than before “so uhm…what are you reading?” “Oh uhm.” I blushed hiding the book away. She lets out a sigh setting my board down.

“Well, since there’s no one here” she looked around the store. “Can you take this as a lunch break and talk to me?” She places her hands on the counter leaning in. “Please?” Finally I looked up to her beautiful blue eyes and let out a sigh. “Okay. Let me just put up a sign.” I leaned down shuffling and finding the ‘sorry out for lunch’ sign and placing it up. “You can come to the back and we can talk.” She nods picking up my board walking around the floating island and walking towards the back room behind me.

My keys clicked and clacked as i unlocked opened and pushed the door ajar. The dark room loomed until i flickered the light on and pushed the door open fully reviling a long table in the middle, chairs, microwave, counter, refrigerator basically a mini kitchen. “So? You hungry or anything.” We walked into the room. She hums “why do you have anything for me to consume?” She questions. Looking around the room. “Hm. If you want I have a huge sandwich my mother made for me.” I took it out the fridge handing the long Italian bread to her. She raises a brow and smiles. “Your Italian y/n?”

My eyebrows creased as I shook my head “what no?” She laughs placing and hand I between my chest. “Chill I was joking.” My eyes widened my heart pounding the smell of peaches and mangos god she leans in and kisses my cheek and my body heats up. Taking the bread from my hands and turning to sit at the table. I blinked twice before sitting across from her.

And for a bit we sat there eating in silence but once we finished I looked up to the clock. “Looks like my shifts over.” I mumbled. I crossed my arms listening to the rain. “Hey..about when I left. Are you still up to giving me a ride.” Her eyes shimmered with happiness as she nods. “Ready when you are.”

I sat in the front got her car watching the rain race down the window. Secretly hoping the one on the left would win. “Y/n.” I turn to Nancy with a “hm?” And she smiled at me for a second as we pulled up into some forest like area. “Where are we?” I looked around slightly panicked “it’s okay I just wanted to ask something.” I again look to her the girl next to me who seemed now shy and nervous “do you remember Mrs p class?” She asked my eyes widened. “Our second grade teacher?” She nodded I was shocked she remembered her or that I was even there with her.

“Do you remember her little rants on soul mates?”

I slowly nodded as we smiled. Suddenly the girl I’d known my whole life placed a hand on the dashboard and on the middle box of the car her knee dug into the seat as she leaned into me. When did she unbuckle herself? I’d asked myself I could smell the mint from her breath that’s how close she was. “Do you remember how she spoke about that feeling? When you found them they’d always be on your mind? Make your heart race with enjoyment and most of all. You’d always be with them unconsciously?” My heart beat quickened as i slowly nodded her hands rubbing my knees and she undid my seatbelt. “Do you believe it?” She asked in a husk tone gosh her voice was so low and sensational so…hypnotic.

“Yes.” I breathed out I knew at this point my face was red redder than the blood or any fruit that passed for a vegetable.

“Y/n.” She said. “Yes?” She licks her lips as our nose touched. “Can I….kiss you?” I let out another shaky breath nodding and saying “please.” Suddenly she attacked me with her lips on mine. Biting and nibbling on my bottom one leaving it swollen from the harsh behavior. I let out another breath but of pleasure as she climbed into my lap. Kissing down my neck her tongue assaulting me in such a delicate way. I moaned out gripping her waist as she sat on me taking a her sweater off. I gasped at the sight of beauty. The pale skin and silk white bra. My mouth was practically watering. “Can we?” She whispered out breathlessly. I nodded. “Please.” She nods her hands traveling up my shirt as she rubbed her body against mine. “Please…please.” I hushed out as she suck and bit my neck hopefully leaving light marks behind. BUMP

We jumped at the sudden noise our attention to the left of us. We smiled laughing at the confused doe that wondered near. I rubbed Nancy’s back kissing her should when it left. “Oh my god we were just robbed.” She laughed out. I smiled leaning down to kiss her stomach. “Well maybe we could do this at my place?” Her eyes sparkled. “Lead the way y/n.”

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Part 16 - Dove's First Crush

Part 15 | Eddie & Bird | Part 17

Dove and Eddie woke up to incessant knocking and doorbell ringing the next morning.

“Eddieeeee” Dove whined.

“Hm?” Eddie grunted face down on the pillow.

“Go get that please?”

“Why me?”

“Because I said please!” she snapped.

“Ugh, fine,” Eddie rolled out of bed. “Y’know you snore by the way,”

“You do too, and it’s waaaay louder!” Dove called as Eddie left to get the door.

He opened it to find Robin struggling to hold a couple boxes. Nancy followed right behind her with even more boxes. Eddie tried to lend a hand but the girls walked right past him to the living room.

“Mornin, Eddie!” Robin said brightly.

“No offense ladies, but if you’re trying to move in, you’ll have to bunk in the kitchen. It’s pretty tight as is,” Eddie chuckled.

“Very funny, Munson, but all of this is actually for you,” Nancy said as she set her boxes down on the floor.

“Delivery for me? Aw, you shouldn’t have, Wheeler,” Eddie said as he looked into the boxes.

“We just figured you won’t fit into most of my sister's clothes, so we scavenged a new wardrobe for you,” Robin put her hands on her hips. “Speaking of, is she doing alright?”

“The princess is sleeping in her quarters. I’d suggest not waking her, she’s a little cranky this morning,” Eddie teased.

“Yeah thanks, but I think I can handle my sister’s attitude,” Robin went ahead and walked into Dove’s room while Nancy and Eddie chatted. “Hey Bird,” she said as she stumbled into Dove’s bed next to her.

“Hey, Robin... Sorry about dinner,” She stretched her arm out around her sister to give her a hug.

“Bird, I am beyond dinner. We already know Mom and Dad are dicks. I am just worried about you! Steve told me you passed out in the middle of the road last night?” Robin questioned.

“Yeah, I had a weird panic attack slash nightmare thing? Everyone said it was that monster thing who’s been killing people and attacking Eddie. I don’t know what it was but I’m fine. Your friends have been taking good care of me,” Dove sighed.

“Especially Munson right?” Robin smiled.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” She rubbed the rest of the sleep out of her eyes and sat up.

“Okay Dove I love you, but you are so oblivious it’s actually insane,” Robin pinched Dove’s cheeks.

“Eddie… likes me doesn’t he?” Dove's eyes grew wide and she gave a distant stare.

“Uh, yeah Dingus and you know you like him back. I thought love, at first sight, was a load of crap until I saw you guys meet,” she nodded slowly.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Dove muffled her cursing into her pillow.

“Is that such a terrible thing? I mean I kind of like you guys together. You guys are cute… y’know as much as a guy and a girl could be,” Robin giggled petting Dove’s head.

“We can’t be… right? I mean, because of everything going on?” She asked shyly.

“I mean why not? If the world’s ending anyway, might as well die in some guy's big, strong arms,” Robin jokingly flexed. Dove tossed her pillow at her face. “What? I’m kidding. If we ever make it past the apocalypse, I wouldn’t mind seeing you with Eddie. He’s kind of a mess, but he’s a good guy,”

“I’ll think about it,” Dove rolled her eyes and got up from her bed. “Also, what was all that noise earlier?” She asked as she and Robin got up and exited the bedroom.

“We brought Eddie some clothes, me and-“

“Nancy!” Dove jumped as she saw Nancy and Eddie talking on the couch. She frantically smoothed out her hair and adjusted her clothes. Nancy smiled as she got up to shake Dove’s hand.

“Hey, Dove! Gosh, I haven’t seen you since…”

“Mr. Clarke’s biology class,” Dove interjected, breathing heavily.

“Yeah, that’s right. It’s nice to see you again. So sorry that it’s kind of an awkward time, but we should catch up soon, yeah?” Nancy’s voice was bubbly and polite, something Dove always liked about her.

“Oh, you guys are leaving?” she stuttered, still fidgeting with her hair.

“Yeah, we’re on our way back to War Zone for more weapons. We need to re-up for some multi-dimensional ass-kicking,” Robin answered.

“We’ll be back tonight with the others to solidify our plan. Stay here and stay safe,” Nancy explained. Dove nodded repeatedly.

“See you guys soon!” Eddie called before they left. Dove waved out to them before shutting the front door.

“Okay, what was that?” Eddie smirked as she stepped away.

“What are you on about Munson?” Dove asked defensively. She walked right past him to the kitchen, starting to make a pot of coffee.

“That little thing between you and Wheeler. Are we not going to talk about the way you had stars in your eyes when you saw Nancy?” he chuckled.

“I did not!” she spat.

“Sure Dove,” he scoffed. “You know, I know I look big and scary, but I’m not judgemental. It’s okay if-”

“Okay, okay! I had the smallest crush on Nancy in middle school! Is that what you want to hear?” she folded her arms.

“Huh… interesting. When was this?” he asked, taking a seat at the counter.

“When we were lab partners in Mr. Clarke’s. That smarty pants went to his advanced biology class with me even though she was two grades below. We were lab partners for frog dissection day. She wore this baby blue Care Bears t-shirt with faded bell bottom jeans and even wearing the big, stupid goggles, she was adorable…” Dove said, lost in the memory.

“Adorable, huh?” Eddie frowned a bit, dragging his fingers along the table.

“Yeah. I never told her because I always knew she’d eventually fall for a dumb jock like Steve Harrington. Sorry for the unsatisfying ending,” she shrugged.

“It’s fine, Bird. I just didn’t-”

“Didn’t know I play for both teams?” Dove interrupted Eddie.

“I was going to say I didn’t know you would like someone like her,” Eddie admitted. Dove raised her brow.

“What do you mean?” She glared at him, expecting an insult.

“I was thinking your type would be more like… tall metal head dropouts with tattoos and extensive D&D knowledge… I don’t know,” He rambled, scratching his neck. It was finally clear to her what Robin was saying about him earlier.

“And who said it wasn’t?” Dove smirked.

Dove made her way around the counter and Eddie spun in his seat to follow her with his eyes. She stood in front of him, finally at his height where he sat. Now that she had solid proof of Eddie’s crush on her and Robin’s blessing, she decided it was time to make her move. However, Dove wasn’t planning on doing it without having a bit of fun with him. She wanted to use this moment as a little bit of revenge for him smoking on her roof the other night.

“Sounds like you’re jealous, Eddie. You got something to say to me?” Dove smirked. He gave a visible gulp.

“Um… I don’t know, I don’t think so,” Eddie started to sweat as Dove placed her hands on the arms of the kitchen stool. Their faces were just inches from each other now.

“Hm, right. So you don’t know any metal head dropouts that would be interested in me?” she batted her eyes.

Eddie felt like his heart was going to explode from the violent beating it did. He had never seen Dove this close before. His brain went into overload as he studied her bright eyes that fluttered with long lashes and the curve of her smile that led to a dimple in her cheek. Eddie felt his body relax as Dove crept in closer. He prepared himself for a kiss when suddenly he heard the front door open.

“Dove, I almost forgot!” Robin stopped when she saw the two in the kitchen. “Am I uh… interrupting something?”

“No of course not, Rob. What’d you forget?” Dove asked, pulling away from Eddie. Eddie let out a deep breath as he broke out of the moment.

“I got you a Walkman and there should be some tapes in the boxes somewhere. If you get those weird visions or nightmares you can’t snap out of, just keep playing your favorite songs and they should bring you back to reality. It worked for our friend Max when she got attacked… well kinda… Don’t worry I’ll tell you later, just take this,” Robin handed her the Walkman and left out again.

Dove placed it on the counter and locked eyes with Eddie once again. Eddie had no idea of what could happen next. The fact that he was seconds away from kissing Dove created a tornado in his mind. He was thrown off that the roles were now reversed and she was starting to reciprocate his advances. She was much better at making him nervous than he was with her. He tried to keep his composure in silence and waited for Dove to make the next move.

“You alright, Munson? You’re looking a little pale,” Dove giggled.

“I’m fine, I think,” He said softly. He squeezed into his thighs, making imprints of his rings on his skin.

“I guess I forgot something too,” Dove swooped in next to Eddie’s face and gave him a quick kiss. It wasn’t enough for him to kiss back but just enough time for him to feel her pillowy smile. Eddie sat for too long with his eyes closed and lips puckered as he wanted to stay in the kiss for a bit longer. “What can I make you for breakfast?” Dove asked as she pulled away again.

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staygoldwriting · 2 years

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👻 Eddie the Brave?

Summary: You, your boyfriend Eddie, and your little brother Dustin watch a scary movie!

Warnings: fluff, discussion of most of the plot of Nightmare on Elm Street (including blood mentions and killings)

Word count: ~750

A/N: Here’s a short little blurb to bring a little Halloween cheer since As You Wish was a little more of the yearning type! I’ve also been wanting to write a Henderson!reader fic for a while, so here’s the first of many! As always, please show love and support! ❤️✨

Happy Halloween, you guys! 🎃 Let me know if you dressed up! I was Gwen Stacy for a part last night and a scarecrow tonight, but no trick-or-treaters showed up 😢

“I’m telling you guys, there are some people who can watch horror movies, and there are some that should just stay away!”

“Eddie, you haven’t even seen half the shi-”

“Language, Dustin!”

You grimaced at your little brother as he grinned innocently. You pursed your lips and looked over at Eddie.

“He’s just compensating because he’s gonna wet himself tonight,” Eddie smirked.

“That’s big talk from a guy who couldn’t even finish Gremlins without practically sitting in my lap the whole time,” you sassed, making Eddie scoff.

“Obviously I was doing that to be close to you, gorgeous,” he said, kissing you.

“Oh, sure, and that’s also why you needed to leave a light on afterward?”

“The light of my life was leaving, so I needed a temporary replacement,” Eddie tried to reason.

“You know, when Y/N told me she was dating you, I was so excited. Now, I’m miserable,” Dustin complained.

“Oh, come on, you see him more than I do!” you laughed. “So, what did you rent, Eddie?”

“Nightmare on Elm Street!” Eddie held up the tape triumphantly.

“Baby, you’re not gonna be able to sleep after that!”

“Y/N, sweetheart, don’t worry! I’m the bravest guy you know, right?”

“I mean, there’s Steve, but-” Dustin muttered.

“Henderson! I’m gonna kick you out of movie night!”

“Yes, Eddie, you are brave! Now come on, let’s just sit down,” you said. “Dustin, grab the pizza please!”

You all settled down on the couch with pizza and plenty of soda. You were in the middle, and as Dustin put the video in, you felt Eddie’s hand slip into yours.

“You know, in case you’re scared,” Eddie shrugged. You kissed his hand.

“Thanks, I needed that,” you winked, then turned to the movie.

-👻-

“Oh my gosh, she’s on the wall, Y/N, baby, she’s on the wall!” Eddie yelled as he watched Tina be killed by a mysterious force.

“Eddie, it’s alright!” you tried to soothe him.

“Baby! You can’t fall asleep in this movie, that’s so messed up! Do you know how quickly I’d be killed? I love sleep, I can’t stop sleeping! And I’m such a heavy sleeper, you wouldn’t even be able to wake me and then you’d have to watch me die like this guy!”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’d do whatever to wake you up and protect you,” you said, rubbing his arm.

“Yeah, unlike this guy,” he said, pointing to the tv. “I bet you he’ll be the next to go.”

Eddie was exactly right, and watching Rod die helped no one. However, no death scared him more than Glen’s scene. As he got sucked into the bed and blood started to pour upward, Eddie’s face went pale, his grip on your arm tightening.

“Eddie, baby, you’re squeezing me a little too tight,” you said, holding his hand. He released your arm, grabbing a pillow instead, and you swore you heard a small rip. You rubbed his back as you kept watching. As it went on, Eddie ditched his pillow and instead jumped into your lap, facing away from the tv.

“This is so fake!” Dustin yelled at the tv.

“I wish I could see,” you replied flatly.

Eddie’s big mane of hair was blocking your view as he hid in the crook of your shoulder. You patted his back sympathetically while Dustin shook his head.

“I’m blocking you by having you hold me,” Eddie said, sounding muffled. “You see? Win win.”

“Well, this is way too boring, so I’m going to bed,” Dustin sighed. “Night you guys, don’t let Freddy get you,” he said spookily.

“Oh, stop it and go put on your footie pajamas,” you joked. Dustin stuck his tongue out at you and went upstairs, leaving you and Eddie alone.

“Do you wanna keep watching?” you asked as you turned to Eddie, who pouted. “I’ll hold you either way.”

“Well, I rented another movie in case, you know, you or Dustin got too scared.”

“Oh? What did you rent?” you asked, and Eddie grabbed the other video, holding it up for you to see.

“Splash?” you chuckled.

“I find their romance to be enjoyable, innocent, and groundbreaking,” Eddie defended.

“Groundbreaking how?” you laughed.

“Baby. He’s a human, she’s a mermaid. It’s like forbidden love made possible. It’s magically beautiful!”

You giggled as you kissed him.

“You are too cute. Should we dress as them for the Halloween party tomorrow?”

“Most definitely,” Eddie smiled, kissing you. “But only if I can be Daryl Hannah.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

-👻-

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cryptidcasanova · 2 years

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Master of Mortals

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Female Reader

I just needed some deceptively handsome vampire content on my dash. This is my own contribution to Hellfire Haunts - Vampire!Eddie with prompt #2.

Summary: Eddie has made his fair share of sacrifices for Hawkins, and he’s hungry for his friends to return the favor.

Warnings: 18+ content. Vampirism, Glamour, Seduction. Dark!Eddie, Soft!dark toward the reader, Violence implied.

Words: 3k

It was the middle of the night when you heard it, your name frantically being called over the walkie.

You kept one on your dresser just in case there was trouble. And in Hawkins, there was always trouble.

"This is an emergency -"

"SOS -"

Henderson.

You groaned into your pillow, your mind struggling to wake up. You worked all day and weren't happy about them bugging you in the middle of the night-

"You need to get out of there-"

"-Don't let anyone in your house!" Steve's voice was urgent in the background.

"-It's Eddie-"

When the muddled voices finally resonated, your eyes burst open. You scrambled up, getting tangled in the sheets as you pushed yourself out of bed.

You couldn't get to the walkie-talkie fast enough.

"What do you mean, it's Eddie?" You all but spat into the box.

But the line was silent.

"Come on, you guys, this isn't funny." You groaned, hitting the plastic when no one answered. "Guys?"

You cursed under your breath.

Why would they say something like that? They couldn't just throw around Eddie's name and leave you high and dry. Why would they do that to you? Your anger simmered into muted anxiety, and you paced back and forth to calm down.

It had been – shit – it had been months since Vecna disappeared.

Spring break had come and gone, and the summer turned to fall. Hawkins was starting to put itself back together again.

But you could still see it when you closed your eyes.

You could see Eddie cutting the tether between the upside down and Hawkins, how your lifeline to the other side fell to your feet in Eddie's trailer. Your heart was beating in your throat.

The look he gave you was devastating.

He was going to keep the demo-bats distracted. He was buying more time for everyone.

He wasn't coming back.

But you and Dustin couldn't just leave him there. And then, when you finally helped Dustin get back over, letting him crawl over your shoulders before falling into the upside-down, he abandoned you too.

You were supposed to work together to go fight against the demo bats with Eddie.

But they abandoned you. Dustin was too young, too impulsive to think of what he was doing. He didn't think about how helpless you felt – you couldn't get back there alone.

And Eddie never came back.

You never quite recovered from it.

You loved the freak of Hawkins, and he knew it. Everyone knew it. Eddie knew it, and he cut the rope anyway.

He was the hero he never had the chance to be. Your belly ached. You never got to say goodbye.

You turned off the walkie, setting it down a little too hard against the wood. The dull throb of a headache made itself known. You coaxed your legs down the hall to the kitchen.

Tylenol - then back to bed. If you could get back to bed.

The house was quiet, except for the tap water filling your cup and pills clacking against each other in the bottle. And then, when you finally turned around to head back to your room, you dropped the cup.

What you thought was a shadow in the living room was no shadow at all. The shadow was moving, stalking closer to you with careful steps.

You could have sworn your heart stopped for a moment.

"Eddie?"

Eddie Munson was standing in the middle of your living room, looking the same as the day he left.

The same as when the gates closed.

His hair was free from his bandana, and his hellfire shirt was torn to shreds. Even then, his eyes were just as devastating as you remembered. He exhaled, and the curve of his lips were slightly parted.

You thought you were going to cry.

"Miss me, sweetheart?" The hint of a grin lingered on his cheeks, and he took a step closer.

Fear gripped the corners of your mind, and you took a half step back before hitting the kitchen counter. You shook your head in disbelief.

You had finally lost your goddamned mind.

Those big brown eyes possessed a power you'd never seen before. His features were sharper, his movements more calculated, but the soft smile on his lips was grounding.

You were too afraid to move, fearful that you would wake up.

It was a dream. It must have been a terrible, heartbreaking dream.

"I'm here, baby," Eddie whispered, lifting his hands in surrender. It was as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. "It's okay, really. I'm not going anywhere."

He closed the distance until you were face to face, and your eyes traveled the space he took up in disbelief.

He reached out to you.

Eddie could feel the shift in your heartbeat as his fingers danced along your skin. He took your hand, lingering there before gliding it up your arm and cupping your cheek.

It was agonizing.

His touch was powerful - soothing the burn in your heart, and you didn't even know it. Eddie could lessen that pain, the ache in your veins. He never meant to be the cause of it.

And now, he exuded a confident, cunning power. He was going to protect you. This time, he was going to take care of you.

And when he finally lulled you into his embrace, you were defenseless to it.

He smelled like iron and smoke, and his hold on you was stronger than you could have ever hoped for. You were going to crumble there into a pile at his feet.

"I lost you," Your defeat was heartbreaking. "I couldn't get to you."

The gate closed before you ever had the chance.

But Eddie was going to make you forget all about it. He would wrap you up in all the affection you deserved and help you forget all your worries.

"I shouldn't have scared you," He almost purred, his words lulling you in close. "I shouldn't have left you. I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

And he meant it. He leaned in closer, holding you like you would disappear if he let go. His hands were strong, cupping your waist.

"I'm going to make it right. I'll make it up to you," He urged, whispering the words into the nape of your neck. "I promise. Come away with me."

The agonizing, depraved feeling in his chest finally subsided.

Eddie missed you. He ached for you.

When he pulled back, his dark eyes were locked on your face. He was hypnotizing.

Eddie was mapping and memorizing everything. His hand cupped your cheek, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip before giving you the softest kiss you'd ever had. It was a whisper against your skin. And then, after a slow blink, he pulled back.

"Don't even think about it, Harrington."

You couldn't have known that Steve Harrington broke into your house. He had snuck up behind Eddie, a jagged piece of wood in his grip. He was close to Eddie, too close.

"Let her go."

Steve was brave, naively, so.

But Steve didn't know what he was dealing with. Harrington called your name, but you were still locked on Eddie's intense gaze.

"It's not real," Steve urged, calling your name again. "Snap out of it."

But Eddie's eyes were reeling you in. He was begging you to stay. His gentle smile and the soft curve of his nose were too good to be true.

Eddie was alive.

"Whatever you're seeing, whatever he told you, it's not real." You blinked out of it when you heard Nancy Wheeler's voice pierce through the room.

They were in your house. They were all in your house.

The illusion dissolved as Eddie's expression shifted into a snarl.

In an instant, everything changed. His hair was darker and wilder than you remembered. Eddie's skin was pale, and the fingers hooked under your jaw were sharp claws. Dark trails of blood covered his shirt, and as your focus shifted back to his face, you froze in fear.

It was all a lie. This wasn't your Eddie at all.

His bone structure had changed. The features of his face were sharp, his cheeks gaunt. His brow bone was pushed out, and his eyes were tortuous. They were dark, almost red, and glowing regardless of the lack of light in the room. The bridge of his nose led you down to his lips, parted in a dissatisfied snarl to show you two sharp canines.

Fangs.

Blood was splattered down the corners of his mouth. It rolled down his chin all the way down his neck.

His grip on you was unforgiving.

He was too close.

Oh god.

"Come on, sweetheart," He tormented, his voice a soft contrast to the long, clawed fingernail tracing the curve of your jaw. "Don't be scared. It's just me. Just look at me."

His glamour was powerful and frightening. Your shock was unsettling, and he could taste it in the air. But you didn't jump away from him. Maybe he had a stronger hold than he realized.

Or maybe it was you. Perhaps you were just as devoted to him all along.

"I was so scared, sweetheart." He whispered again. "Scared and alone. And then it was so cold." He remembered, his fingers digging into your skin. "It was so cold. I couldn't get back through the gate. The trailer was locked tight, and I couldn't get back to you."

You were choked up listening to the emotion in his voice.

"What happened to you?" You were stunned, finally finding your voice. "Eds, what did they do to you?"

Eddie shook his head in your direction.

It didn't matter what happened. It didn't matter that he had spent months dazed and confused. It didn't matter then that he didn't feel hunger or the need to rest in the upside-down. It didn't matter that he spent so much time walking, running like a bat out of hell to find an open gate.

And when he finally found an open gate? He took the first chance he got out of there.

He stepped out into the night more alive than he ever felt. The lights were brighter. The sounds were louder. The upside-down muffled him to just how different he was.

And he was hungry.

It didn't matter that he left a trail of bodies from Memphis to Hawkins. It didn't matter that he could only travel by night or that he'd have to find his own means to get back home.

He should have gone to you first.

He shouldn't have stopped at Dustin's house on the way to yours. He shouldn't have tried to explain - Henderson could only see what Eddie had become.

He was one of the monsters from his campaigns.

But none of it mattered now. You mattered to him, and he would find redemption in you.

Eddie called your name again.

"Come with me, please," He all but begged, the low lull of his words dragging you under.

Eddie had been alone for so long. He had always been lonely, but not like this. You could see the hint of a tremor in his lip.

"Get away from her," Steve warned, and you watched as Eddie's expression shifted.

The soft-spoken, lovable man you knew turned into something dangerous. The smirk on his lips was vile.

He let his hand fall away from your face before turning, cornering you between him and the counter while he glared daggers at Steve.

"What are you afraid of, big boy?" His tease was sinister, his lips curling up. "I don't bite."

And before you could blink, Eddie was there, sneaking behind Steve and pulling the wooden stake out of his hands. He moved faster than could be explained, cracking the wood in his hands before letting the woodchips and sawdust fall to the floor.

He wasn't only fast, but he was strong, too.

Eddie had backed Steve into the wall, clacking against the pictures you hung with a groan. It was similar to how they first met at Reefer Ricks. Things were so much simpler then. Back then, Eddie was terrified. But now, he was terrifying.

He was all teeth and claws, his eyes glowing against Steve's brown ones.

"You don't know what it's like, Harrington," Eddie growled, his eyes trailing down to Steve's frantic pulse. "To have everything change in an instant. You know the freaks come out at night. Don't you judge me."

The whisper died on his tongue as he shoved Steve down to the carpet. The sound of a cocking shotgun made you spin; in a flash, your eyes were on Nancy. She was defending Steve. She was going to –

"No, no!" You called out as she aimed the double barrel. "No, Nancy, not like this."

You pleaded with her, and in a fraction of a moment, she looked away from Eddie. He made his move.

He reached for the gun, yanking it out of her grasp. He bent the metal barrels together, with what little effort it would have taken you to break a toothpick, before letting it fall to the floor.

Eddie let out a bitter sigh. His disappointment was potent, suffocating the room.

Nancy changed her tune, rushing over to Steve's side while keeping an eye on Eddie. They never stood a chance. Eddie ran a frustrated hand through his hair, urging himself to calm down.

He took a step back towards the kitchen, gaining your attention.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this," He admitted.

Before your eyes, you watched as the violent mirth faded from his expression. Sharp canines turned dull, and you watched as the structure of his face softened.

"Come with me, sweetheart, and no one will get hurt." It wasn't a choice, not for Eddie. He wasn't going to leave without you.

You covered your mouth with your hand. You didn't know what to say. You didn't know what to do.

Until ten minutes ago, you thought he was dead, but he was there. Someway somehow, he was there. As you looked at him, your eyes went wide in realization.

The demo bats. They changed him.

"Eds," Your eyes were brimming with tears as you stepped toward him. "They hurt you bad, baby. There's," your voice broke, "There's got to be something we can do."

You almost barreled into him regardless of the sirens going off in your head to back away. You couldn't let him hurt your friends.

You cradled Eddie's face in your hands, your heart pounding at the discovery.

"There's got to be something we can do." You pleaded again.

Eddie placed his hands over your own. His rings were just as cold as his skin, and he shook his head with a sad grin.

"Look at me, angel," He urged, pulling you back into his potent stare. "I'm not going to hurt them, but I can't stay here." He rubbed his thumbs against the backs of your hands, listening to how your breathing calmed at his touch. He could make it work.

"I promised I'd make it up to you, but we have to go."

His words were calculated and decisive. Steve and Nancy watched as you blinked, but your eyes were far away. Eddie was giving you an ultimatum. You'd have to turn yourself over to save your friends. He wasn't after them; he came for you.

You didn't even look over at your friends before nodding. "Okay, Eddie. Okay."

Their reactions were instantaneous.

"You can't-"

"Don't!-"

Nancy and Steve shouted in sync, but all Eddie could do was offer them the hint of a scowl as he lowered his hands from yours. Your heartbeat was steady. He convinced you to go. And as he ushered you out the back door from the kitchen to the backyard, he gave Steve and Nancy a weighted stare.

"Don't fuck this up for me," Eddie warned with venom. He was pointing a ringed finger at them. "Or this won't end well for you; for any of you."

Eddie remembered everything he sacrificed when they faced Vecna, and by the look in their eyes, they remembered it too. He did it for them. He helped save Hawkins for them.

This was the least they could do.

Their hearts ached, letting their heads hang low as Eddie walked out the door behind you. Steve put his hand around Nancy's shoulder when he heard her sniffle.

It wasn't a moment later that Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Robin busted through the front door with stakes and squirt guns filled with holy water. Robin had two bundles of garlic in her hands. They were ready to go into battle.

"Where the hell is he?" Dustin bellowed, stomping into the house.

But the group stopped as they looked from the busted-up shotgun to their friends huddling around on the floor.

"It's too late." Robin realized, looking around the room to the back door.

When she caught Steve's eye, he put his head in his hand.

"We can't go after him." Steve was deflated.

The weight of Eddie's threat was more frightening than he could have imagined out of Hawkins High's freak. One look at Nancy and he knew – Eddie wasn't bluffing.

"So what now? We just throw her to the wolves?" Lucas asked incredulously before looking at the stake in his hand. "Vampires." He corrected.

"He's going to hurt people," Max added quickly.

"But he's not going to hurt her." Steve corrected, looking at one of your pictures hanging on the wall.

Eddie wasn't thinking straight, but he wasn't going to hurt you. And the way he looked at you? Eddie was risking getting caught to find you. At least, that's what Steve had to tell himself.

"No, maybe not," Nancy finally spoke up, pulling herself to her feet. "Maybe he won't bleed her dry and leave her on the side of the road."

She looked over the group before looking down at her shotgun. Her eyes were wide in terror. A shiver traveled down her back with a concern she couldn't dare speak.

"But I think he's going to do something much worse."

Back to Hellfire Haunts

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piastrinorris · 2 years

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An Unambiguous Love [6/10]: The Next Day

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Your favourite customers really make it easier returning to the town you never went to school in. If only your friends at work would stop trying to play matchmaker between you.

Chapter 6 word count: 3416

A/N: Can y'all guess one of my all-time favourite franchises based on this chapter? Betcha can't!

You wake up somewhere between Steve and Eddie, cramped up on the same couch, but covered in a blanket that you don't recognise. Your head feels as though it's vibrating, though. Nothing painful, just… Really uncomfortably annoying.

You're grateful that Eddie had insisted on being in the middle, as they're still snoozing away. You hear whisperings in the kitchen, so you gently slide out of Steve and Eddie's arms and tuck the blanket back over them before you head over to join Johnathan and Nancy. “Good morning, sleepyhead! How are you holding up?”

You rub your eyes and yawn, “Head feels… Gross. But other than that I’m not so bad. Been worse. Sorry that I crashed here on the first night I met all of you,” you mutter, but Nancy simply smiles warmly back at you.

“That’s totally fine! That was gonna be the plan if we all ended up being in the condition we all got into, anyway. The kids are all still down in the basement, and Robin’s in Mike’s room, Any sign of life from the boys?”

“Other than their snoring, they’re out of it,” you explain with a soft laugh, leaning against a counter.

Johnathan hands you some pain relief and some water, which you take gratefully. “I’m making eggs. And - and bacon, if you like any of that stuff.”

You smile, “Either, either’s fine. Thank you.”

“Both it is,” Johnathan nods back, throwing a towel over his shoulder and picking up a pan.

Robin’s next to join you all. She takes her place next to you, leaning against your arm. “Congrats on surviving your first party with us. Welcome to it being exactly the same, every single time, with the same hangover, every single time.”

You smile between them all, “Sorry, again, that I kind of just stuck with -” you start, but Robin swats at your hand lightly.

“Stop that, I told you last night, it’s totally fine. We knew you already knew those two so we assumed you’d be more comfortable with them anyway.”

“Hopefully we’ve made our case now too, though,” Johnathan pipes up, before asking you how you prefer your eggs.

“Totally! Do you know your phone number? I can add it into my diary!” Nancy holds a finger up and then goes rushing upstairs to her room.

As she returns, and you’ve been handed your breakfast, you hear a voice behind you, “Uh, hey, what’s a pig’s favourite duet?”

You look over at Steve, “Why would a pig have a fav-”

“Don’t Go Bacon My Heart,” he grins, taking a streak of bacon from your plate, waving it in the air in front of you and chomping on it, still smiling as he chews.

“Jerk!” you frown and he laughs.

“You can just take some of mine,” he shrugs.

Johnathan scoffs, “And what makes you think you’re getting any?”

“How else is poor Y/N going to recover from the starvation she’s been subjected to now?” Steve chuckles with his mouth full of food, standing next to you and winking.

Nancy rolls her eyes, “Just do it,” she tells Johnathan, kissing his cheek.

“Any sign of life from Eddie yet?” you ask.

“Took me a good minute or so to get away,” Steve explains. “But he didn’t wake up.”

You frown. “I hope he’s okay.”

Robin cocks her head. “I’m sure he’s fine, I just don’t think he’s much of a morning person. I’m lucky to get eye contact if I see him before school starts,” she explains.

“Got it,” you nod slowly, finishing up your food. Johnathan serves up another plate, feigns giving it to Steve and actually presents it to you. With a laugh, you take great delight in choosing just the right streak to take, as Steve looks on in defeat.

As you finish the last bite of it, you go over to check on Eddie. The way he’s fallen back onto the couch after Steve broke free, his hair sprawls across his face. You gently move it out and he snuffles, stirring ever so slightly. You laugh, “So Steve basically wrestling you wasn’t enough to wake you, but that was?”

Eddie makes a grunting noise that you’re fairly sure you’ve never heard any other human make before. He rubs his eyes open to look at a clock on the wall and immediately shoves his face back into the couch cushions. “I don’t even wake up at this time sober,” he wails into the seat, and you laugh.

“Well, I’ve gotta head off soon, so I just wanted to make sure you weren’t, y’know, dead or whatever,” you shrug.

He moves his head round to face you, with a soft smirk. “Your level of concern is astounding.” You giggle, and he pushes himself up a little before giving up and laying back down again. “Are you really leaving?” he asks with a frown.

“Well, yeah.My family aren’t home for a while, so I have to make sure Marvin’s still got food and water to last him,” you explain.

“Marvin?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah! My cat,” you grin, and Eddie sits upright as though a bolt of lightning has passed through his body.

“You have a cat?! Can I meet him?” His face looks bright, eager; as though he wasn’t just fighting a losing battle with his own exhaustion.

You laugh, “Get some breakfast first.” Eddie groans and flops back in the seat. You try and grab his arm to pull him up, but he deliberately resists, giving you a very smug smile as he remains sitting.

“Steve!” you call out. “Help me drag Eddie into reality, please!”

“’m schtill ea’hing!” Steve calls back, clearly with a mouthful of food. You soon hear the clatter of a plate being put down, though, and he approaches you both.

Eddie makes grabbing motions with both his hands in Steve’s direction. “You gonna carry me, Stevie?”

Steve gives you a deflated look and turns on his heel, but you grab the back of his shirt and pull him back. “No, no, we’re doing it together, c’mon, take one arm.” You and Steve manage to pull Eddie to standing, at last.

Eddie steadies himself, then turns to Steve and holds his face. Steve looks perplexed until Eddie quietly drawls, “You know, it’s not very polite to talk with your mouth full, Harrington,” and gently slaps Steve’s cheek twice before stepping away and continuing in a normal volume, “At least, not while there’s ladies present. Now, where do I find this breakfast I’m supposed to eat?”

You and Steve point him in the direction of everyone else, then Steve turns to you. “Uh, so, what are you… How are you getting home?”

“Well, I was just saying to Eddie, I’ll have to go soon, but I think Eddie wants to meet Marvin, so I guess if you want to as well, you can!” Steve nods. You ponder for a moment, scrunching your face in various ways. “I’d invite the others, too, but -”

“Nah, it’ll be fine,” Steve waves you off. “Nancy and Johnathan like to do their own thing anyway, and Robin has to work this afternoon.”

You frown, “Does that mean you have to, also?”

With another shake of the head, Steve chuckles, “The manager tried so hard to get us to not work together, but we just kept changing shifts around with the others to do it as much as possible. Didn’t work out 100%, though.”

“Got it,” you nod, before both of you rejoin the group. “Sorry you have to work today,” you tell Robin, and she smiles at you.

“That’s so nice! See, not everyone has to wish that I have nothing but sweaty mouth-breathers the whole time,” she pulls a face at Steve.

“Well, that’s what you get for not securing that last part of the weekend and abandoning your best friend in his hour of need,” he crosses his arms, feigning annoyance.

“At least now you’ve got two new best friends to babysit you,” she smiles sarcastically, gesturing to you and Eddie, who is scarfing down eggs like he’s not eaten for weeks.

“I am the babysitter, not the babysittee, thank you,” Steve replies in a tone heavy with sass.

“I don’t think that’s a word, Harrington,” Eddie explains.

“I - You’re not a word,” he mumbles, walking away.

Laughing, you turn to Eddie. “Hey, did you drive here?”

He shakes his head. “I got my uncle to drive me here in my van. Figured it wouldn’t help if word got out that our school paper’s greatest editor has had the school freak’s van parked outside all night.”

Nancy proudly tucks her hair behind her ear. “Thank you, Eddie. Sweet of you to say.” He swings back and forth on the balls of his feet with a small, proud smile on his face.

“So Steve can take us both, right? Robin, too?” You look at Steve who has begrudgingly returned, but Robin interjects.

“It’s fine!” she exclaims hurriedly. “I’m not - I’ve - I’m meeting some friends before my shift starts, anyway. Nancy said she’s happy to drive me.” Both Robin and Nancy nod in unison. It’s too creepy for you to ask further.

Steve, however, looks confused. “Friends? I thought all yours were in this room.”

“Hey!” you frown, swatting at his arm.

Robin laughs, “As sweet as it is of you to come to my defence, he’s mostly right. But yeah, now I meet up with a few other people now and again either before or after work, it’s just a little thing.”

“Well… As long as you’re safe, that parking lot gets pretty sketchy,” you warn.

“Again, appreciate it, but I am a big girl. I can take care of myself once in a while,” Robin nods.

You make sure your sketchbook, pencil and now almost-empty whiskey bottle are back in your bag and hug your new friends goodbye. Nancy once again promises to call you very soon.

You tell Eddie you’d rather keep talking to a minimum so that Steve can focus on directions, which Eddie appreciates as he basically falls asleep again in the back seat, though you frown as Steve hits his turn signal on a road you know you should drive straight ahead onto. “Uhh, hey, you can go straight on from here, it’s faster,” you advise.

“Hmm?” Steve asks, clearly being taken out of his own train of thought. “Oh… Right.” A light blush dusts his cheeks. “I… had kind of plotted the route from my house to yours on my map, I was going to see how well I’d memorised it. But you’re right, this gets you home quicker.”

“Could I get that address from you sometime? I oughta do the same,” Eddie asks sleepily, his eyes still closed.

“Yeah, for sure, I’ll show you it later,” Steve glances into the rearview mirror to look at Eddie, though obviously does not make eye contact with him, slumped over in his seat with his arms folded, head resting on the window.

Still Eddie smiles softly and quietly drawls, “That’s a good boy, Stevie.” Steve’s cheeks tint a darker pink. It makes him look quite cute, actually.

You direct Steve back to your house, and breathe a sigh of relief to see that the family car is not parked up outside. “Okay, we’re safe from any immediate ambush,” you nod.

Steve looks at you, confused. “But didn’t Eddie want to meet someone?”

“Oh yeah, Marvin will still be in, he’s no trouble,” you explain as you get out of the car. You notice that Eddie still hasn’t noticed you’re getting out, and deduce that he must have genuinely fallen asleep. With a semi-malicious grin, Steve opens Eddie’s door from the outside, causing him to fall far enough to wake him up, and fast enough to trigger the safety belt’s stopping mechanism, jolting Eddie’s body. He looks up and flips you both off as you laugh.

You open your front door, make sure the boys shut it behind them, and start calling after Marvin, stepping through the hallway and looking around. You hear a familiar mewl and turn round to see your most favourite being, adorned with markings that never exactly fit together but also somehow did, which is what caused you to name him after your favourite character from your favourite book.

You run back over to pick him up with a laugh. “Are you scolding me, Marvin? Asking me just where I’ve been all night, huh? Who are these strange men I’ve brought home?”

Eddie jokingly bows in front of Marvin and holds out his hand with an exaggerated, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir, you keep a wonderful home.” Marvin simply looks up at Eddie, who then can’t help but bend over him and start stroking him. You gently point out Marvin’s favourite scratch spots, and just how much pressure to apply to each one, and then look over and see Steve, standing several feet away, eyes wide and hands firmly behind his back.

“Is everything okay, Steve?” you ask. “You’re not allergic, are you?”

He swallows hard, his eyes unblinking and unmoving from the creature in your arms. “So Marvin’s… not your brother? It’s a cat?”

Eddie grins mischievously, taking Marvin from you. “Don’t tell me the great Steve Harrington, the King of Hawkins High himself, is scared of this little guy?!”

“I am not scared!” Steve’s voice raises in volume, but not pitch, and you and Eddie both lean against each other laughing. “It’s just… Cats don’t like me, and I respect their decision by staying away.”

“Steve, you can’t say all cats don’t like you,” you say, but Steve shakes his head.

“Enough have hated me right off the bat that I’m not willing to risk upsetting any more,” he replies, and you giggle. “Whatever it is that I’ve done to offend them all, it’s clearly unforgivable.”

“Alright, let’s not let Big Scary Marv upset Steve any more,” you take Marvin back from Eddie and put him down on the ground. “His food is in a bucket in the kitchen, and the bowls are out there too, would you guys mind, while I grab some things from my room?” You gesture to the door that leads to your kitchen.

“Yeah, c’mon Stevie, let’s go get you on ol’ Marv’s good side,” Eddie grabs him by the back of his sweater and frog-marches him through to the other room. You laugh as you run upstairs.

Gently putting your whiskey back in its usual hiding spot, and your sketchbook back on your desk, you start hunting for what you’re looking for: your map of Hawkins, which you find easy enough; your coloured pencils, which you gather from various spots around your room; and your box full of VHS tapes that you don’t want your brother to find, from under your bed.

You’re perusing what to potentially bring downstairs to watch with the boys when they turn up in the doorway. “So… This is where the magic happens, huh,” Eddie looks around incredulously as he steps in slowly.

“It’s nothing, really,” you wave off. “Did you find everything okay?”

“Yeah, he’s eating good down there. Stevie even made contact,” Eddie grins.

“Hardly,” Steve replies stoically, as you beam back up at them.

“Oh come on, he was rubbing himself up on your leg!” Eddie replies.

“That means he wants to be your friend!” you gasp, smiling warmly at Steve.

Steve pulls a face. “Nuh-uh. False sense of security? Please, I’m smarter than that,” he taps his head, and you roll your eyes.

“Ooh, is this a journal?” Eddie asks, pulling out a book you’d forgotten to hide.

You cringe, “You’re not allowed to read it!”

“I won’t, I won’t,” he raises his free hand as he studies the cover of the book with the other, twisting it around to look at the whole thing. His brow furrows, “Why write the words ‘Don’t Panic’ on here so big?”

This time it’s your turn to look incredulous. “Are you serious?!” Eddie looks confused. You continue, “Same reason Marvin’s named why he is? The paranoid android? The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy?!” Eddie shakes his head, and you laugh, “Damn, and you call yourself a nerd.” Steve snorts with laughter in the background.

“I am a nerd for fantasy, alright,” Eddie explains. “These superhero comics, this sci-fi stuff, it- it’s nothing like the classics, you know?”

“Oh, so I’m wrong for liking what I like now?!” you fold your arms, watching with glee as Eddie tries to backtrack. As he stammers, you grin, “Come on, if I were anyone else, you’d be ripping me to shreds now, right?”

“Not to break up the Geek Civil War over here,” Steve interrupts, sitting on the floor next to you, “but I gotta know. Why is there a map here, and why is it all… Colourful like this?”

“It’s… A map I photocopied in black and white so I could colour in all the routes I need. Blue is my way to work, green is to the hospital if I ever need it, orange is to the arcade since my brother loves to go there, pink is to the library in case my brother needs to go there for his classes,” you explain.

“Classes?” Eddie asks, putting your journal back and also joining you both on the floor. “He doesn’t go to school?”

You shake your head. “That’s why nobody’s home, they’re taking him on a “field trip” for the day. He, uh, doesn’t exactly thrive in a classroom environment.”

“I know how that feels,” Eddie blows air up into his bangs.

You rub Eddie’s arm sympathetically. “So yeah, they take him out to places a lot to show him how stuff works instead, it’s way better for him. They’re going out of town in a few weeks for a big one.”

“So you don’t see much of them?” Steve asks sympathetically, and you shake your head. “Probably for the better. Parents can be major assholes.”

“Amen to that!” Eddie concurs, before looking at your map. “So, uh, you got this out because…?”

“Because! I wanted to add wherever you guys’ houses are to the map. And if you could add Nancy’s too…”

“Sure thing! Do we get to pick our own colou- now, why would you pick yellow?” Steve asks as Eddie plucks a pencil out from the box.

Eddie narrows his eyes, “Because I’m a ray of fucking sunshine, Harrington. Why have you picked red, huh?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Steve asks with a smirk, before using the pencil to point at himself. “It symbolises my role here, as the rose between two thorns.”

Eddie pulls a horrified expression, “Not 30 minutes ago, I was a seatbelt away from landing on my face because of you two!” to a chorus of laughter from you and Steve.

The two of them have made themselves very comfortable on your floor, in ways that are just very… Them. Steve is sprawled out on his side, propped up on one elbow as he slides his fingers across the spines of your VHS cassette boxes, giving his sass-filled commentary on all of your titles; Eddie is laid on his front, legs bent at the knee and kicking up in the air as he fills in the roads on your map a vibrant yellow, with his tongue poking out in concentration and moving direction based on the direction he’s colouring.

Once Steve finally picks out a few of his “personal highlights” from your collection, you all head back downstairs to watch them. You sit in the middle of the two this time, just each of you sitting as you would on the couch at first. Then heads start to rest on shoulders. Then arms start to move for comfort. Before long, Eddie’s head is more or less on your chest, one arm draped over your stomach, while Steve is nestled between your jaw and your shoulder, with his arm snaked around your back to rest on your hips. You, yourself, have resorted to having an arm around each boy, so that they don’t go numb from being pinned in between anyone else.

You sit, you watch, you commentate, you laugh. You and Eddie cheer when Marvin decides to fall asleep on Steve’s knees, and it’s not long before, for the second time in 24 hours, you too fall asleep on a couch nestled amongst your new best friends.

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eddienbird · 2 years

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