#To be fair this creature was crawling on Eddie

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Not a word was spoken but there's a looootta judgement right there.

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angel and evil steddie au where, for whatever reason, reader has put them on a sex ban/something of the sort, but one of them end up convincing her about ‘just the tip’. I think this could be both of them, but they slowly inch further and further in, swearing it’s just the top, but then u feel their balls fully pressed to u, and their only excuse is that ‘doesn’t it just feel so good/right though??’

A/N: i kinda went a bit crazy with this one, couldn’t just write a little blurb… the “just the tip” thing is just so nomnomnom yummy and i need it like i need oxygen. 

word count: 2022

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“Come on Y/n,” with yielding hands, Eddie carefully sat down next to you, “look, I know I fucked up, I am well aware of that,” he emphasized, “but it’s not fair for Steve,” he motioned to the creature sulking in the corner, staring out the cracked bedroom window, “he doesn’t deserve to undergo the same punishment, my punishment, I should take the full of it, not him,” he gesticulated, “fuck, I mean, just look at him. I think if you don’t do something now, relieve him even a little bit, he will just snap and trust me, you don’t wanna see that,” even from here you could see his ivory knuckles as the angel dug his fingernails into his palms hard enough to draw blood, “please, at least just kiss him a little bit.”

“Fine,” you huffed, snapping the angel out of his daze. Pointing a threatening finger towards him as he turned in your direction, “but you’re still not getting any, you got that?” you warned.

His stoic frown instantly melting away, he breathed out a soft smile, “got it,” slowly moving towards you as felt the devil crawl away. 

“I will just give you one kiss, alright?” your finger was still raised as he sat down beside you, his presents causing your arm to retract as he moved in closer. 

“Yep,” like coming up for air, his hands slid up to each side of your face, “one kiss,” and the next thing you knew, the angel dove in, and desperately pressed his lips against your own. 

Like a man starved, Steve didn’t let his touch falter for even a second, not even parting to catch his breath as his fevered kiss quickly grew out of control. His hands soon wandered all over your form, making you dizzy and causing you not to notice fully when he desperately tilted your body down, pressing you into the mattress with his own weight, just barely hovering above you as he attacked you with his ravenous lips. 

“O-okay,” you uttered weakly, his touch succeeding as usual in being extremely persuasive, “I think that counts as way more than one kiss,” your breath ragged as you turned your head for your kiss to be out of his reach.

Your legs naturally rested on either side of him, curled up and hugging his hips as he brashly melted further into you, letting you feel the previously only suspected tent in his pants press against your hot panties, your short dress haven ridden up completely. Ignoring your comment completely, he simply moved on to your neck as he began to grind down against you, needily scratching his itch and making your breath grow more wild. 

“Just a little bit more, please,” he croaked, smearing his plea all over where your pulse hammered on the side of your neck, “just give me a little bit more, sweetheart,” his fingers digging into your soft thigh for support as he rocked against the growing wet spot on your exposed underwear.

“Steve,” you tried to fight how your eyes fluttered closed, still determined to keep the disappointment alive, that you had taken out on the both of them, though your arms still reluctantly slid up around his neck and fervently grabbed onto his broad shoulders. 

Roaming a hand up to squeeze your tit, your nipples standing proud and visible through your thin dress, he purred, “come on, honey,” catching one of the pebbles between his fingers and tugging on it teasingly, causing your thighs to clench around his form, “I know you need this as much as I do.”

“Steve…” the rest of your words fell short as he raised himself up, hovering above you with his forearms strong on either side of your head, letting you stare into his breathtaking eyes. 

Looking down at you as if you were turning into his favourite meal, he continued, “and maybe this could be a way to up his punishment…” with a finger on your jaw, he tilted your head over for you to gaze at the devil, silently watching from the corner of the room, “just let him sit there and watch you get off, while he knows he can’t have you. Wouldn’t that make it much worse for him? Don’t you want him to learn his lesson? Don’t you want him to suffer?”

“I-… fuck, fine,” you gave up in a huff, him haven driven your mind so fuzzy that you couldn’t comprehend saying anything else, “but you are not fucking me,” you said firmly, “not with your tentacles, not with your cock, not even with your finger. You stay out of my pussy, okay?”

Victory seeping across his face in the form of a sly grin, he chuckled, “okay,” agreeing hazily as he dipped back down to catch your lips. 

Sneaking a hand down between your close bodies, you felt him tug your sodden panties to the side and rapidly after that heard him impatiently freeing his hard cock, a low sigh leaving his lungs as he felt the intimate contact of his throbbing length rest directly against your weeping folds, leaning his torso far enough back for him to get a good view. 

“Oh my god, what did I just say?” you groaned as he, with a grip firm at the base, swiped his leaking tip through your petals, pursing your pretty pussy lips apart for him.

“Don’t worry, honey,” he laughed, holding the soaked cotton to the side, hooked in his thumb, as he rubbed his length all over your cunt, relishing in your juices, “I’m not gonna put it in you. I just wanna feel you, please. It’s been so long.”

“Alright,” you rolled your eyes, “it’s been like a few days, a week max.”

“I don’t care, that’s still too long,” you sucked in a sharp breath as he suddenly tapped his heavy cock against your buzzing clit, making your whole body jolt in need. 

“Yeah, I bet if it was up to you, I would just stay like this,” you joked, “never go to school or work again, just let you two play with me for the rest of my days.”

“Is that a proposition?” he smirked, cocking his eyebrows and pinching your plump folds on either side of his girth, letting him fuck it and glide the bulbous head over your swollen clit. 

“Urgh,” you sighed, lifting your hands up and hiding your flushed face from him, “just shut up and cum so I can go back to studying.”

“Oh, yeah, you want me to be quiet all of a sudden?” you peeked down through your fingers and glanced at the sloppy mess he was making of you, “I thought you liked listening to me, listening to what you do to me…” he fucked his fist, angling his thrusts so he slid through your slick folds every time, ending each movement with a persistent nudge at your clit, “don’t lie, I know how much it pushes you over the edge.”

Maybe it was your abundant wetness causing his thrusts to go sloppy or perhaps it was just him being greedy and angling further down, accidentally catching your weeping hole on his way through your folds. 

“Oh my god,” you whimpered, just the sensation of him rubbing himself over your entrance made your legs quiver, “don’t do that,” you warned as it barely breached one too many times for it to have been accidental. 

“Oh, come on,” he flicked against your opening, purposefully getting caught every time, “what if it’s just the tip, huh? Would that be alright? I just wanna feel you squeeze me, even if it’s just the tip.”

Biting down on your lip, his teasing becoming simply too much, you let out a whimper and nodded your head meekly at him. 

The thing was, Steve was huge. There wasn’t any other way to put it. He was a powerful creature from beyond this realm and his assents made that painfully obvious. The tip of him didn’t just feel like the tip. The fat head was so big and staggering that it had your whole body just quit on you, the severe stretch being too much for it not to give out. It was always like that. It was so overwhelming that even just a whisper of him felt like he was rearranging your guts. If you didn’t look down, you never truly knew how much of him he had given you till you felt his pelvis rut against your clit and his tip bully your cervix. 

Pressing his lips against your own, he muffled your pathetic whimpers as he slowly fucked you with the tip of him, rudely yanking it out just to slap the heavy length against your puffy petals, filling the bedroom with the sloppy music of your need. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned as you melted into the mattress, losing yourself completely to the moment, “missed your little holes so much.” 

“Don’t push in any more, promise me you won’t,” you panted, wiggling under his weight.

“I won’t, don’t worry.” he hazily shook his head, capturing your lips once more. 

“Promise me,” you turned your cheek to demand.

“I promise, I promise,” his empty answer rushed out as he continued to prod your needy little hole. 

Keeping his lips pressed against yours, lapping up your whimpering moans, he crushed you with his body in a way that made the rest of the world just fall away from under you, making your whole universe be just him, the agonising feeling of him bullying your opening, and his warm eyes staring back into your own as you melted into a puddle beneath him. 

“Fuck,” you suddenly exclaimed as all the air in your lungs was forced out, “you asshole!” the all too familiar overwhelming sensation of him reaching the end of what you had to offer, making you doubt if you were on the verge of cumming or about to punch him, “I knew you were gonna do that!”

Grinding his pelvis against your own, burying himself so deep that it hurt, he taunted, “if you were really so smart, then why did you let me?” relishing in the feeling of your cunt clambering down around him.

Trying not to give him the satisfaction, you muttered, “god, I hate you,” though your conviction was lost completely as his sudden and powerful thrust made you moan out in enchanted ecstasy. 

“Aw, I love you too, honey,” he chuckled, kissing your fuzzy features as he found his greedy rhythm, “doesn’t this feel so much better, though?”

“I can feel you in my fucking throat,” you gasped, a statement true of every time he had filled you up. 

Adoring eyes soaking in your every reaction, he growled in response, “exactly.” 

His hands then swiftly grabbed yours as they began to claw at his back, hauling them up above your head and locking them in his tight grip. 

“This pretty little pussy just needed to be stuffed,” he cooed against your lips, “it’s what she deserves,” his balls, dripping with your juices, slapped against your heat with every needy slam, “deserves to be treated like this,” he empathized with his hips, “deserves to be used,” he shifted his grip on your wrists, gliding up to weave his fingers with yours, “to be loved,” his nose rhythmically bumped against yours as he pushed you over the edge, “to be worshipped,” he fervently captured your lips, silencing the guttural cry that escaped as you trembled violently beneath him, soaking the bedsheets and gushing all over his cock.

Letting your eyes flutter shut, his gruff moans washed over you as your clenching cunt milked him of all of his worth. 

“Fuck,” he panted, forehead resting against your own as he insatiably continued to roll into you, sloppily fucking his cum even deeper and forcing it to spill out as your pussy clambered around him, “I love you so much…”

“You are so terrible,” you said light-heartedly as a dazed smile bloomed upon your blissed-out face, your brows swiftly knitting together at his excessive and relentless desire.

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bela lugosi's dead

written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt: suck | wc: 480 | T | cw: none | tags: vampire!Steve

Like every good freak worth the nickname, Eddie made a habit of reading Dracula every Halloween. 

The first read led to closeted daydreaming about getting abducted by a handsome vampire. Letting himself poke at desires he hadn’t been ready to commit to. With age his fantasies and aesthetics matured, until he was the bloodsucking creature of the night stealing pretty boys away to give in to their secret temptations. So, if he's honest, he’s having a hard time dealing with life and the lemons it’s juggling off to the side of him.

“It isn't fair.”

“Hmm,” Steve, with his red puffer vest and his coordinating Nikes, sat across from him at some point in full view of Eddie’s misery over his annotated copy of Dracula.

“There's an aesthetic you're failing to appreciate and it isn't fair that you-”

“Are we going to do this every time?” He asks around the straw in his mouth, poked into a blood bag labeled ‘Robin:)’ like he’s sipping from a juice box.

“Until you stop dressing like a JCPenney catalog model, or vampires become lame, yeah we probably are, Harrington.”

“Fine,” he sighs, having the decency to pull the blood bag away from his face, “I'm sorry that you had to have five blood transfusions and basically have new, non-vampire blood. No one has ever suffered the way you, Eddie Munson, have.”

“You're being sarcastic, but I have suffered so apology accepted, Stevie.”

“Now you.” Steve prompts, gesturing with the bag in his hands.

“Now me what?”

Steve sits up, a languid move that makes Eddie’s prey brain sit up at attention and his horny boy brain poke its head up too. “Say I'm sorry, Steve, that you had to save the world for the fourth time so a bunch of freaky bat venom metastasized-”

“You absolutely stole that word from Henderson,” breathless, the jab doesn’t carry the weight it could.

“-in your bloodstream and combined with the remains of the experimental Soviet drugs and now," He crawls closer, "you can't eat garlic anymore.”

“That's the hang up for you? Not the blood drinking?”

“I'm Italian, I can’t eat anything anymore. Sure I can supplement the blood with raw meat, but what’s the point if everything is poorly seasoned.” Blood bag all but forgotten in the arm chair, he has Eddie pinned in place looming overtop of him, talking shit about what he’ll never be able to eat again.

The white collar of Steve’s t-shirt is visible beneath the color-block vest, even that isn’t enough to stop his brain from screaming predator on repeat. Supernaturally strong, it doesn’t take more than a hand on the shoulder to push Eddie down horizontal on the couch. He has to feel Eddie’s heart beat, the way it pounds in his chest as Steve noses up the collarbone to his neck. “Really does suck for me, huh baby?”

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Eddie, or something that used to be Eddie, wanders the Upside Down in the aftermath of it all.

He may not know where or who he is, but he knows he belongs. His heartbeat syncs with those of the screeching creatures that soar up above. The thrumming in his veins mirrors the pulsing of the vines that cover the ground at his feet. The hunger at his core is shared by the flower-faced beasts that roam the earth on all fours. He belongs, so he must be home.

Weeks after waking—or months, or years; time is unpredictable in this place, moving at whatever speed it so chooses, sometimes not moving at all—Eddie happens upon a gate. It's located on Morehead Street and small enough that he might have walked right past it if not for its peculiar orange glow.

Curious, Eddie digs his clawed fingers into its center, tearing through the viscous membrane until there's enough space for him to crawl through. He drags his scarred body through the tiny opening, dropping onto the other side with practiced grace. He finds himself atop what appears to be a crumbling staircase, overlooking a decrepit landscape that stretches on for miles.

Gone are the blue-gray skies, replaced with hazy red, roiling fog, and flashes of vibrant lightning. Gone is the air damp with rot, replaced with a sticky blanket of humidity and the scent of acrid smoke so thick he can taste it on his tongue.

Eddie descends the staircase, heedless of the wet squelch his shoe makes when he steps through a puddle of black, oily liquid at the bottom. Intrigued, he runs a pale hand lightly over a nearby tower of stalagmite. The place is littered with them, pointed spires made of knotted, dormant vines.

Eddie steps toward one of the larger spires, taking in the figure encased in its vines. It's a human girl, fair-haired and slight in stature, held upright against her tower by large, twisted tendrils. There's no life in her, just the stench of death and decay.

For a fleeting moment, Eddie thinks he might know her. But that's impossible. He knows only his brethren, knows only their chitters in the dark and their shrieks overhead.

He turns away from the girl, staunchly ignoring the deja vu that grips him as he walks away from her. It unsettles him, that niggling feeling he's missing something important here.

Without warning, a bell begins to toll, its ominous knell crashing through the air like thunder. The distant sound of footsteps reaches his ears next, accompanied by heavy, panting breaths and the occasional hissed curse.

Eddie conceals himself behind a partially standing wall, peering through its broken glass windows in search of his interloper. He spies a figure approaching, running through the fog in a zig zag pattern, as though trying to evade something. As the figure gets closer and Eddie can make out more of its features, he realizes it's a boy, carrying a bat embedded with nails and dressed in a brown leather jacket underneath a battered denim vest.

Denim vest?

Eddie doesn't have time to dwell on the vague sense of familiarity that flashes through him at the sight of this boy—of the vest—because the fog and miasma behind him slowly start to clear, revealing a large, gnarled creature walking calmly after him.

"Why do you run from me, Steven?" the creature says, its voice sinister and seductive, a long-stemmed rose laden with thorns. "You asked me to find you. You begged to be mine. Because you know, Steve, that only I can end your suffering."

The boy skids to a halt beside the body of the girl. He whirls around to face the creature, throwing an arm up to point at her remains. "End my suffering like you ended Chrissy's?"

Steve? Chrissy?

The creature laughs, an ugly, croaking sound that sends shivers up Eddie's spine. "She is beautiful now," it croons. "And you will be, too, once you join us."

And that confuses Eddie. Because despite his dirtied appearance, windswept hair, sweat-slicked face, and scarred neck, the boy before him is already beautiful.

"You want me?" the boy—Steve—spits as he brings both hands together, knuckles going white as he tightens them around the handle of his bat. He raises it between him and the creature, widening his stance and shifting his weight between his feet in anticipation of a fight. "Come and get me!"

As soon as the words leave his lips, the vines at his feet spring to life, shooting up and thrusting him back against a nearby spire. The force of it visibly knocks the breath out of Steve, but he was apparently expecting something like this, because he managed to bring one hand up to the level of his eye before he was fully immobilized, trapping his wrist in the hold one of the vines has against his neck.

"Poor, foolish Steve," the creature says, slowly approaching him. It huffs out a derisive laugh as it steps over the fallen nail bat, then reaches out a thrawn, leathery hand, hovering it over Steve's face, clawed fingers curling as if to grasp him, puncture him. "You cannot run from me."

Steve gasps and struggles against his binds, but goes still when something new resounds through the air—the sudden blare of an electric guitar, followed by a series of deep and distorted notes that Eddie can feel in his very bones.

Drums come crashing in, loud and unapologetic, and he revels in the sheer power of it all, letting the music wash over him and set his nerves alight.

"Try and stay very still," the creature murmurs, giving the noise no mind. "It will all be over soon."

Slowly, Steve's brows unfurrow and he actually smiles. "Yes, it will," he manages to choke out, the challenge in his voice apparent despite its compromised state, "but not in the way you think."

As if on cue, a voice rings out, rough and raspy and angry and perfect above the thunderous melody that fills the air. The words are familiar, seared in Eddie's mind like a memory. Without a doubt, he knows this song. If only he could remember how he knows it.

With the voice comes a gate, though it's unlike the one Eddie came in through. Its edges are wispy, like the fog itself cleared to make an opening, and he can see clearly through it to the other side.

The scene features three unconscious bodies. The first is Steve's, wearing a set of headphones and levitating several feet off the ground. The second is a young girl's, floating in a bathtub with a blindfold tied around her head. The third is a boy's, slumped over the side of the tub with his fingers intertwined with the girl's.

A gaggle of children are split between them, some kneeling by the tub and others standing below Steve, jumping and screaming up at him. Their faces are so familiar. Eddie wishes he could place them. But all he has to go on are the frantic pounding of his heart and the bone-deep feeling that these people, these strangers, are important.

There are older kids scattered about, too, one of which has her hands wrapped around Steve's ankle, yelling as she tries to keep him tethered. Her voice is muffled, but Eddie can make out her panicked, "That's enough, dingus, it's time to come back! They've got it from here!"

The song swells, powerful and ferocious, and Eddie feels the chords right in his very heartstrings. He looks down at his hands, watches some muscle memory react viscerally to the song's fury, watches his fingers start to curl as if itching to rest on a fretboard.

"This is for Eddie, you ugly son of a bitch!" Steve yells up at the creature. He manages to leverage a bit of space with his trapped hand, then—at the crest of an absolutely face-melting guitar solo—drops his head to take a huge, violent bite out of the vine wrapped around his neck.

Several things happen at once:

1) The creature—Vecna—rears back, affected enough by Steve's display of unhinged ferality that the vines loosen their grip on him. Steve bursts out of Vecna's hold and starts sprinting toward the gate.

2) Two figures materialize behind Vecna: the girl and the boy from the other side. He must be Will the Wise, in all his bowl-cut glory. And she must be Supergirl, if the way she blasts Vecna straight through a nearby wall is any indication.

3) Eddie fucking remembers.

He remembers Hawkins and the Upside Down. He remembers Vecna, and Chrissy, and nearly every single face on the other side of the gate.

He remembers Dustin sobbing over his dying body; he remembers Max offering up herself up as bait; he remembers Lucas turning on the basketball team to help his true friends; he remembers Erica thrusting a belt made of literal bullets into his hands; he remembers Nancy wielding a felonious shotgun into battle; he remembers Robin's knowing expression at hunt the freak. He remembers Mike Wheeler, and Jonathan Byers, and—well, not the long-haired guy next to Jonathan, but that's probably fine.

And of course, he remembers the boy who'd stripped off his yellow sweater and thrown it in Eddie's slack-jawed face, who'd worn Eddie's battle vest over his still-bleeding battle wounds, who'd walked side-by-side with Eddie in a forest full of danger and decay, who'd blushed so prettily when Eddie called him big boy, who'd held Eddie's gaze and warned him not to play hero.

Eddie remembers Steve.

Later, once they both tumble through the gate and end up on the ground in a pile of limbs, Eddie will groan low in his throat and try to untangle himself from Steve's heavy body. Steve, terrified that he might have brought something dangerous back with him, will twist on top of Eddie and nearly slam his head down into the tiled floor, stopping himself only once he realizes exactly who he has pinned under him.

Later, once the party finally stops screaming in response to Eddie's sudden appearance—to his literal resurrection—Steve will drag him into his chest and clutch desperately at his back, rocking their bodies back and forth in near-catatonic shock. Eddie will clutch him back just as tightly, drenching his shirt with hot, wet tears.

Later, after Vecna is reduced to mere dust and Eddie struggles to heal from his months of being trapped alone in an alternate dimension, he'll dial Steve's phone number in the dead of night just to hear another person's voice. Steve will talk about nothing and everything, hanging up only when he can hear Eddie's breaths slow and finally even out through the line.

Later, Steve will admit he purchased Metallica's record shortly after Eddie's supposed death, wanting to hear the song he played in the Upside Down, the legendary song he used to brand himself as bait before running off to protect Dustin and buy the rest of the party more time. Eddie will hide the pleased little thrill that rushes through him at Steve's admission by throwing an arm around him and insisting they'll make a metalhead of him yet.

Later, Eddie will bring the subject up again, curious to know how the song became Steve's Vecna song. Surely he had other options that he'd cherished for far longer than the several months he'd known Master of Puppets. Steve will quietly confess that the song made him think of Eddie, of a fiery, vibrant life snuffed out too soon. And though Steve made the mistake of not turning from the Creel house and running back to Eddie that night in the Upside Down, he knew if he'd ever have to fight for his life trapped in a Vecna mind prison, he'd do it right. He wouldn't for one second hesitate to run toward the song—to run toward Eddie.

Later, Steve will gently cup Eddie's cheek and press in, close enough that they both have to go slightly cross-eyed to keep eye contact, that they feel each other's nervous, shallow breaths in the space between them. Eddie will grapple with the slew of feelings swirling messily in his ribcage before his stubborn resolve wins out and he presses his lips against Steve's in a long overdue kiss.

Later, Steve and Eddie will fall in love. But now?

Now, Steve runs.

And Eddie, or the something that never truly stopped being Eddie, follows.

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late night rendezvous

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summary: you and Eddie make too much noise climbing in through your window. your oblivious brother thinks you're in danger and proceeds to miss what's really going on

cw: reader is Steve's brother, marijuana mention, Steve being protective, reader coming out to shitty parents (mentioned), clueless Steve, s1 things (mentioned), this is a drabble, lmk if I missed anything

Eddie Munson x male!reader (hinted), Steve & reader Harrington (platonic)

*Minors & ageless blogs Do Not Interact

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The first time Steve was basically terrified of his parents was the day you came out to them. Not because there was a lot of screaming but because your father didn't even look up from his paper. Your mother only said that they knew.

Back then, his heart dropped down to his stomach. The next time he felt that way was when that thing crawled out of the wall at the Byers' house; he only came to talk to Jonathan, apologize.

Thing is, he had stumbled into your coming out. He thought you were nervous about something else, didn't know what was going on and that was what made him more anxious than being around your parents usually does.

With that creature it was the same; he didn't know what was happening. That seems to be the scariest part for him in all situations.

So when he hears a thud coming from your room, Steve is on high alert. He grabs the nailed bat from under his bed and carefully approaches the door to your room. If anything happens to you, it's his head on his parent's silver platter.

He listens attentively, tries to find out if you're in danger without intruding your personal space. Another thud, he lifts his bat, places his hand on the doorknob. Maybe you've just been sneaking out again? Maybe he's paranoid and you just came home? Snuck back in?

There's a giggle, your giggle, and a soft moan. A voice shushing you, telling you to be quiet. Steve frowns, lowers his bat. “You don't want to wake your brother, do you?”

To be fair, Steve hasn't heard anyone talk like that before. Usually, he's the one saying these things. “Wouldn't wanna wake up your parents, right?” He used it way too often.

Steve puts the bat down, leans it against the wall and lands a few soft knocks on your door. There's a bit more noise, rustling of sheets, chuckling. Finally, your voice: "Come in!" Doorknob turning, Steve opens the door.

You look up at him from the book in your lap and a guy Steve's seen before, laying on his stomach, lifts his head from a comic book in front of him. Steve takes the situation in, notes the ruffled curtains, looking as if someone hastily closed them.

You frown, "Steve? What's up?"

"Nothing," your brother watches the guy on your bed, unable to place his face. "Just thought I heard something. Everything okay here?"

Eddie almost snorts a laugh, is barely able to keep it down. You kick him, very lightly, try to hold your own laugh back. "Yeah, everything's fine. Eddie just came to visit, sell me some weed."

"Yeah, Stevie boy," Eddie teases, "your brother's well taken care of."

Steve rolls his eyes, "Alright, just be careful. You know how easy it is to underestimate drugs."

"Weren't you the one who said, I'm not doing drugs, dad, it's just marijuana?" You chuckle, grin at your brother, kick Eddie again because this time he does start laughing.

Steve feels like he's missing something, feels like that guy with the weird hair enduring your kicks knows that Steve's missing it, like he should know what he's missing because he's been on the other side. But he just can't put it, can't grasp it.

So he nods, apologizes for barging in, and closes the door behind him. He picks up his bat, sighs, and makes his way back to his room. Later in the night, when he startles awake to a loud thud again, Steve realizes what he missed.

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please please more TLOU au the last snippet had me running laps hhh

TLOU AU 🥹I am still waiting for this one to return from war I finished the first chapter months ago and have not worked on it since BUT i do still love her!!! i WILL find the motivation to continue this thing the world is too good!!

until then, however, a snippet to hold you over my dear alex <3

“Yeah, take that, you little fucker!”  Swing of the barrel and widening of his eyes, Steve latches onto the movement the second it shoots out from behind the trailer, readies his trigger finger on instinct, and then just sort of—  “The fuck?” 

Because Steve has made this journey enough that he could do it with his eyes closed, but he’s also killed these creatures enough that he thought they couldn’t offer any surprises to him either.  In fairness, it’s not the bat that’s surprising when a fucking wackjob with a sword leaps out of the shadows in pursuit of a quick moving bat, swinging fast and hard enough to slice through one of the wings and send the thing toppling towards the ground.  It’s not the bat that’s surprising, it’s the tourist on their turf, big hair held back by a tight bandana and using an opposite sort of tactic to the stealth that Steve had been trying to maintain.  Ruined now, anyway, so it doesn’t matter enough for Steve to do anything but roll his eyes and step out from his hiding spot, lift his rifle and deftly send a single shot of hot lead through the demobat’s skull before it can even try to crawl away.  A single inconsequential bang! that hardly even seems to surprise the guy standing a mere three feet from Steve’s target, and then the momentary chaos is over.  “I could’a handled that,” says Eddie Munson, resident long-term tourist, but there’s something like amusement coloring the tilt of his head as he sheaths his stupid fucking— “The hell did you find a sword,” Steve mutters flatly, not even a question he cares about the answer to as he tucks his rifle over his shoulder again and strides to the front door of the trailer to tap two knuckles against it once, twice, three times. “Mayfield, it’s me! Coast’s clear!”

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I had a monstrous cockroach experience last night and got very little sleep, so here’s some spicy six headcanons about how they’d deal with it (feat. my Eddie/Wayne being from the south hc)

*They’re all hanging out at Eddie’s trailer*

Steve has fought actual monsters off with his bare hands and a baseball bat, so there’s very little else that scares him anymore. That being said, he keeps a respectable distance while he fends them off with roach spray. He’s never seen one in his house before so he’s a little startled, but he’s not afraid to take one of Eddie’s heavy boots and kill it

Jonathan’s always been the bug killer of his household so he’s used to it, slowly getting to his feet in his haze to grab the nearest thing to get rid of it with

Robin is the worst by far. She’s the first to see it racing along the wall and gets ahold of the strongest thing to protect her: tiny little Nancy Wheeler. Robin hates anything with a mind of its own that can’t be domesticated (except maybe giraffes or elephants or something) and starts freaking out. “You know those things carry diseases, right? You have to disinfect everything it touches I’m NOT kidding, Eddie.” The very sight of them makes her shiver and she’s this close to running out of the trailer until someone else gets rid of it

Between her and Robin, Nancy is obviously the tougher one. Are they ugly and gross? Yes, but she’s not having any nightmares over it. She’d sooner shoot a hole in the wall than get up to kill it

Argyle is all P.L.U.R in regards to everything and has seen more than his fair share of these “creatures of Earth that are just trying to hang, man,” in California, and he’s fine with just letting it run around and find its own way out. Robin hates that; if there is a god, this was not her creation. Argyle names the thing Hieronymus or something

Eddie. He’s a freak, he’s an animal, he’s a former gross kid that used to explore underneath the trailer just for fun. He gets up before Steve or Jonathan can kill it, slowly approaches it on the wall, and to Robin and Nancy’s horror, coerces it into crawling into his fucking hand. There’s not a bone in his body that’s scared of a bug and he wants to freak everyone else out, and he succeeds

“Come on, you think this is bad?” He says at it scuttles over his arm, cool as a cucumber, and tells them ghastly tales of real roaches from the south that probably mutated in the heat, the ones that fly and hiss and you can literally hear their many footsteps from across the room. The ones that rear back and bite when threatened, “And did you know they can hatch eggs from their dead bodies?” and he’s overjoyed by the horrified looks on everyone’s (except Argyle) faces

Robin yells when Eddie takes a few malicious steps towards her and walks out, fully prepared to walk home. Jonathan shakes his head and tells Eddie to leave him alone with that shit, and Argyle congratulates him for his oneness with nature. Nancy’s eyes are wide and her mouth is shut tight

Steve’s not crushing on Eddie anymore. He was a young boy once; he dug for worms like the rest of them, but this crosses the line. Eddie’s eyes are daring him to do…something, but whatever it is, Steve’s not taking the bait. After Eddie tosses it out the window, Steve won’t let him touch him, and the others beg Eddie to wash his hands and please shut up

They all go outside to find Robin, chills still running up her spine and she refuses to go back inside

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mythical creatures, pt. 1

// read on ao3 //

Chrissy wanted to go to beauty school. 

Eddie found this out one afternoon over ice cream. He had no idea how they went from a drug deal in the drug store parking lot to ice cream on a bench at the edge of Smithy Park. But honestly, he should have expected that by now. Every time he saw Chrissy, business would turn to pleasure in less than ten minutes, and it wasn't even his doing this time. 

She’d shoved the dime bag into her monogrammed backpack and somehow moved on to how the drug store they were behind secretly had the best ice cream in town, and how had Eddie never been before? Hadn't he lived here for a while? 

“Only like ten years.”

“Thats long enough for this to be embarrassing for you,” she teased. She’d been teasing him more lately, easing up around him. He had no idea what he had done to deserve a nice thing like that. 

So now he was demolishing a cone of rocky road that was dripping down his wrist, and she was plowing through a cup of cotton candy. 

But the plow slowed to a crawl, and eventually Eddie realized he was the only one eating, and Chrissy was sort of just stirring her now-soupy ice cream over and over. She did stuff like that sometimes; would give up eating a thing halfway. Maybe she just had a tiny ass stomach capacity. But with all the backflips and shit cheerleaders did, Eddie thought she’d have more of an appetite than the bag of trail mix (no M&Ms) he knew lived in her backpack. 

“Want me to wrap this up?” Eddie gestured to his cone. 

“Hm?” Chirssy looked up, thoughts interrupted. 

“If you’re not gonna eat anymore.” Eddie pointed to her cup of sugary sludge. 

“Oh,” Chrissy looked away, blushing like she’d been caught, but in a bad way. “Um, no take your time.”

Eddie was pretty crap with girls, usually they thought he was kind of creepy. Which to be fair, he kind of was. But creepy in a Halloween way, and not a Charles Manson way. 

Despite this, he sensed he’d said something wrong, and tried to change the subject. 

“Your ice cream matches your eyeshadow.” He said, and immediately realized how stupid that sounded. Goddamn luddite. 

But as luck would have it, Chrissy touched manicured fingertips to the corner of her eye, and smiled small. “Thanks.”

“Yeah,” Now that he started this, he might as well try to follow through. “You’re pretty good at like, makeup and stuff.”

Chrissy smiled for real now, perfect lips and crooked teeth. God, she was pretty. 

“Thank you.” Her posture relaxed. “You know, I’m planning on going to beauty school after high school.” “That's sick. Like, to open a salon?” “Actually,” She became ever so slightly bashful. “I want to be a celebrity makeup artist. Like, for musicians.”

It was Eddie's turn to light up. “Like, for rockstars and shit?”

She nodded.

“No fuckin’ way.”

“Yes fucking way.” She said, seemingly surprised that she still had the ability to curse. 

“Thats awesome, Chris.” Then, “you could always practice on me. If you wanted. I’m a bit of a rockstar myself, as you know.” 

Mostly he’d meant it to be like, self aggrandizing, but-

“Oh my god I’d love to.”

Eddie’s stomach flipped over. 

“Would you want to come to my place after school tomorrow? Normally I wouldn't offer to host cause, well, my mom,” she looked nervous just thinking about it. “But she’s got bridge Thursdays, and all my makeup stuff is at mine.”

Never in his life had Eddie been invited to a girl’s house. Not since 6th grade birthday parties, anyway. He hardly knew how to respond. 

“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

He got another glimpse of that toothy smile. 

-

Chrissy had her own car, so the next day she offered to drive him. At first he thought this was only because she didn't want the van parked in front of her pristine god-fearing household, but when he made a joke about it;

“Oh get over yourself,” she laughed. 

So he did. 

Her house wasn't nearly as imposing as he feared, but still he felt that no matter how many times he wiped his boots on the welcome mat, they'd never be clean enough to touch the cream-colored carpet. 

Chrissy excused herself to get changed when they got to her room at the far end of the house, and Eddie was alone in her bedroom. It might have been a nice room; fancy bed frame, a large window with heavy, expensive-looking curtains, but Chrissy had to be one of the messiest people Eddie had ever known. Laundry on the floor, textbooks piled on one end of a bed so unmade that the fitted sheet had popped off one side, a skyscraper of stacked unwashed cups. 

The most unexpected thing though, was the unicorns. 

Unicorn sheets, unicorn posters, and a wide array of unicorn figures and plushies arranged precariously on a shelf above the headboard. 

Eddie had leaned over the mound of pillows to get a closer look at said shelf when Chrissy walked back in. 

One of them probably should have said something, but they just stood there staring at each other. 

Eddie had never seen Chrissy so… casual. Her hair was down, falling loosely to her shoulders. She had on an old Hawkins High Cheer sweatshirt that was a few sizes too big, and gym shorts that looked like something he would own. But her pristine makeup and dangly earrings stayed. She looked comfy. It made her breathtaking. 

“Hello again.” She said finally. Then she looked to where Eddie was leaning. “Oh, god, the unicorns.” She waved him away. “Sorry it’s like, super childish.”

“No, no I thought it was cool-”

“Okay, no need to make fun-” “No,” Eddie laughed a little. “I’m serious, man. You know I love high fantasy.”

Chrissy took a fallen plushie of a fat, blue unicorn with a gold horn, a little older looking than the others, off her bed to set back in its place on the shelf. “Yeah, well. So do I.”

“You probably died when The Last Unicorn came out,” he offered. 

She rolled her eyes. “I’ve only seen it fourteen times. Read the book even more than that.” “There's a book?” Chrissy teased him for knowing less about a fantasy subgenre than her. He said she should try having the entire lexicon of Dungeons and Dragons books memorized. 

Eventually, she dragged a chair from across the room to sit next to her vanity- which was just as disastrously messy as the rest of her room. She made him sit down, touched his shoulders. That was butterfly-inflicting. 

Then she went about explaining what all the various instruments at her table were. Eddie liked the eyelash curler best, since it looked like a torture device. “You could pry someone's fingernails off with this thing.” He wiggled the handle.

Then she said he could pick colors for him to work with. He chose black. 

“You have to pick a contrast color, too,” she admonished him. 

So he picked black and red. And she set to work. 

Eddie realized how uneven his breathing was when she touched his face. Her hands were warm and steady; clearly she knew what she was doing. And having her face that close to his- her breath was sweet. He realized it still smelled like ice cream. 

“It's nice you're cool with this kind of thing.” She said after a bit of focused silence. “I mean, Jason never let me before…”

“Well I’m not Jason.”

“Thank god for that.” She smiled. “But, you know. I just thought maybe you'd think it was too girly.”

“Why?” He made a face, then remembered she’d said not to move his face too much, and tried to look neutral. 

“You're a boy.” “I'm almost twenty.”

“Fine, you’re a man .” 

Eddie almost flinched at the word. “Gross.” He said, then immediately regretted it.

But Chrissy just giggled. “Gross?”

“Yeah, men are gross, dude.”

“I mean, I agree. But it’s funny that you would say that.”

Eddie felt like he should backtrack. “Just reminds me of my dad, the word ‘man.’” Ah yes, because emotional vulnerability was definitely backtracking. Great job, Ed. “Or like, the president. Or cavemen. King Kong.” Eddie mimicked beating his chest in a parody of masculinity.

Chrissy hummed to indicate she was listening. 

“I’d rather be like… a formless eldritch being.”

“That makes sense for you.” She pulled back. “Okay, want to look?”

Eddie turned toward the mirror, and looked. 

He almost didn't recognize himself. I mean, he did. But whatever Chrissy had done had almost erased his acne scars, made his nose look straighter, and his eyes… His eyes look so cool. Black to red making his eyelashes look longer, his pupils shine, almost glow. 

“You like it?” Chrissy chewed her bottom lip, clearly nervous. 

“Like it?” Eddie grinned. “I look like David Bowie. This is awesome.” He leaned closer to the mirror, then looked back at Chrissy. “You’ve got a real talent.”

Eddie made a show of applauding and she did a small mock-bow. 

“Thank you, thank you.” She laughed. Eddie threw an invisible rose, and she caught it. “You’re too kind.”

She kept laughing though, small and wonderful joy barely contained, and again they found themselves sitting across from each other, silent and smiling. 

Eddie’s ripped-jean-clad knees knocked into her bare, ruddy ones. Everything about her was so pretty, and so easily that way. Eddie almost couldn't pick apart the crush from… well, from the jealousy. 

Almost as if she read his thoughts, Chrissy smiled and tilted her head to say, “You know, you look really pretty. Like this.”

Eddie smiled, “Hey, not so bad yourself.”

He thought about trying to kiss her, then thought better of it. 

Then she kissed him. 

Chrissy and her nervous smile. Chrissy and her ice-cream breath. Chrissy and her unicorn obsession and messy room and dream of being a makeup artist and soft shiny hair and weird laugh kissed him on the lips. Then kissed him deeper. Then moved to sit on his lap before there came the sound of a doorbell and the two of them shot apart. Then they realized the doorbell had been for the neighbor’s house. Then they both dissolved into laughter. Easy, ugly, wonderful laughter. 

Chrissy told Eddie he should leave before her mom got back, and he washed his face in her bathroom.

-

The next day at school, Chrissy found a little novelty tub of cotton candy in her locker. She’d given Eddie the combination for drop offs.

She flipped it over to check the nutritional facts by force of habit, but to her surprise, they'd been scribbled out. Next to where the ‘total sugars’ used to be, was a small doodle of a unicorn.

// pt. 2 coming soon //

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Steleddie Moments

Title: Swamp Thing and Burnt Dinner Summary: Stella goes to Eddie’s after her and Nancy’s first forte into the Inside Down, and Eddie cluelessly bumbles his way through cheering her up. Category: Teeth-Rotting Fluff, and Comfort When it takes place: Pre-fic, during Season 1 Word Count: 3418

Stella didn’t know how she managed to trudge over to the trailer park covered in sludge and whatever else that freakish place slathered on her in a sickening film. Hell, she wasn’t even worried about being seen either, just impressed she could actually make the trek. It was all a blur after they crawled out of the tree. She only vaguely remembered rejecting Jonathon’s offer for a ride, citing how Nancy’s need to get home outweighed her own. Which honestly made no sense given she was comparatively closer to his house than her. Though if she was being honest, she wouldn’t be surprised if the Wheeler house was the only stop they made tonight.  And she had no desire to be caught up in whatever weird love triangle Nancy found herself entangled in. Not when Barb was still out there, and not when creatures she thought were mere fiction actually roamed the earth, or some part of it anyway. No, instead, she was stumbling through town in a blur of thoughts and paranoid glances, trying and mostly failing to keep her thoughts clinical, instead of allowing the panic to set in. 

She needed to make sure she could research what this thing is with sources that weren’t already at the other two’s disposal. There were bestiaries at Eddie’s she could look into from their DnD campaigns, or maybe even something from their various fantasy novels. Even as she assured herself of the solidity of her plan, it didn’t work to stave off the impending doom she was trying to avoid. All she could think about was what she’d seen, what she’d done, and how she didn’t want to be alone. She’d followed that thing into a goddamn portal through a tree trunk in fucking Hawkin’s, Indiana of all the places in the world. And to make matters worse, she tracked it like she was actually the ranger she played at Hellfire, and shot at it. Straight through the arm with her crossbow that she only ever used on straw targets, and put herself in danger to allow Nancy a chance to escape. She didn’t even think about it, not for one second. 

And now she was wandering through town in the dark of the night, with the rest of the world totally unaware of what she’d done. It was nothing new, and yet there was a deep feeling of injustice to it. To this thing that had something to do with Will’s death, and maybe even Barb’s disappearance. But she shouldn’t be dwelling on that, she needed to get somewhere to rest, and to think. She needed to think of next steps, of something to report back to Nancy about, to prove herself useful still. Needed to prove the validity of the hesitant call to rope her into this fight to begin with. Needed…sleep, God, did she need sleep. And to shower…or to just recuperate without making Jacob and Claudia Henderson question her about where the hell she was, or what she could have gotten into.

Questions she couldn’t answer, which would only lead to the comments.  Comments about how her little brother needed her today and she’d abandoned him. About how she was being careless for doing these mysterious things that she couldn’t tell them about, and therefore defaulted to selfish impulses. Hell, they’d probably just assume she went off somewhere to smoke, which in all fairness, wasn’t necessarily wrong most of the time. No, in reality, she doubted they even noticed she was gone in the first place. Between School, varying work schedules, and the focus on Dusty, Stella doubted she was on her parents’ radar currently…or ever for that matter. 

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Her limbs felt leaden as she trudged up the concrete steps, her head barely turning to observe Eddie’s Van alone in the patch of grass they’ve designated as their driveway. The absence of Wayne’s truck did little to signify the time for her, which she’d lost track of several hours ago along with the sunlight. Either way the lack of the older Munson made things easier for her; less people to interact with, less people to have to lie to. It already killed her inside to lie to Eddie the other day- and have to continue to do so- and Wayne was too kind of a soul to have to deal with her bullshit on a normal day. No, it’ll be easier to lie her way through an explanation to her boyfriend, right?   

Eddie’s heavy footsteps approached slowly after the second knock, meaning he probably was watching TV in the living room while having a late night smoke. It was so normal, and so just…him that Stella debated running, just leaving him to his weed and late night programming and away from the mess that was her life. And yet, at the same time, it was something they’d done so many times before, that her body ached for it. She almost didn’t register the door opening, she was so lost in her thoughts, but luckily, the hinges were never the subtle sort. So she rolled her shoulders the best she could, and made an attempt at not looking like a waterlogged deer in headlights as he took in the sight of her. 

“Stel…hey…” He rubbed away some of the lingering high he was riding, looking disheveled and half asleep as he leaned on arm on the doorway. “It’s late… I didn’t think you were coming by tonight.” 

“Yeah, change of plans, I guess.” She shrugged her shoulders as nonchalantly as she could, letting out a hiss as the knots there gave a pang of protest. “Could I come in?” 

“Yeah, yeah…sure.” He blinked at her, the haze leaving his body as he fully looked at her. “Oh! Uh… you uh….you look like… what the hell happened to you?” 

A harsh snort forced its way through her nose, as she held her hand out and looked down. 

“Well, gee, Munson…way to make a girl feel pretty.” 

“You know you’re beautiful, Stella, I usually don’t have issues in that department, but right now uh…now you look….” His ran a hand over his mouth, backing up to let her inside. “Well for lack of a better word, you look fucking gnarly, Sweetheart.” 

“Keep talking, this could go a whole ‘nother direction, Handsome.” She rolls her eyes, and pats a sticky hand on his shirt, shaking it slightly to make sure she didn’t get trapped there. “Let’s just say that I need to be better prepared for night hikes.” 

“I’ll say, Swamp Thing…”  He grimaced as he rubbed the spot on his shirt, his eyebrows furrowed as he took in her frame. He must have accounted for her unsteady gait, because the next words he said were. “When was the last time you ate?”

Stella continued her way into the living room, turning to walk backwards as she spoke, shooting a single hand formed into a finger gun. “Excellent question; wish I knew the answer.” 

A shaky breath of laughter broke past his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. “Right, well, you can go make yourself look like my gorgeous human girlfriend again, and I’ll heat us up some grub, sound good?” 

She gives him a thumbs up, heading to the bathroom. “Sounds like the best idea you’ve ever had outside of DnD.”

“Don’t make me retract the offer, Henderson…” She barely caught him rolling his eyes, making his way to the kitchen with the shake of his head. “You strange, and mysteriously mucked woman…”  

“You love me!” She said, her smile cracking as she leaned her back against the bathroom door. 

While she could hear the muffled response assuring her the affirmative, she couldn’t help the doubt that always crept in when she said that in a burst of false confidence.

She didn’t have time to dwell on it though, her aching muscles were already starting to turn to jelly, both from fatigue and the sense of calm that came from Eddie’s home. The smell of cedar, cigarettes, and weed mixed with the stale smell that came from two bachelor’s sharing a home provided a soothing balm to her janked-up nerves. She allowed herself a second to breathe it all in, that feeling of safety, that feeling of home that seeped into her very bones. She almost could have collapsed onto the floor that second, broken down and allowed the fear and grief to overtake her, but she didn't. Instead, she took a deep breath and continued on with her intended task, grabbing a fresh towel from the cabinet and peeling off her clothing before stepping into the shower. 

It was a hot shower where time lost any sense of meaning as she locked herself back away into her thoughts. She doubted she was actually in there for all that long of a time, scraping away at her skin, and scrubbing at more than the physical grime that clung there. Her fingers dug at the pesky knots that tried to give her way, but were too stubborn for her efforts. After that, she moved onto the next nightmarish and herculean effort, her hair. It was a struggle that led to caught fingers, and snags thanks to the mess of tangles and various bits of forest and foreign gunk. She was thankful to have products here, and not be using either of the boys run of the mill shampoos. She almost sobbed at how stupid the thought was, given everything she just saw.

The creature with no face, but a mouth that looked like a flower littered with teeth instead of seeds. The slender and emaciated body that towered over her and Nancy as it sniffed out for the two of them… that deer that didn’t stand a chance left behind as they ran for their lives. 

The conditioner slipped from her shaking fingers and clattered to the floor, startling her from the memory. Stella barely had a chance to curse under her breath, let alone reach down for it before the door burst open, and Eddie’s voice broke through the reverberating din around her.

“Stel?! Are you okay?” 

She poked her head out the curtain to see wild eyes, and a heaving chest as he took stock in her face. Her heart clenched at his worry, at how quickly he’d rushed to help her at the mere sound of toiletries falling. She didn’t deserve him, and yet there he was, there he always was… and she was lying to him. She shook it off, offering a slight eye roll, and a painfully forced scoff.

“Just dropped the conditioner, like a klutz.” She hated how easy it was to slip into the apathetic mask, to lock away the fear and panic that stuck in her throat. “Nothing to worry your pretty little head about, Eds.”

“Right, well forgive me for being on edge,” he sighed, his hunched shoulders dropping as he gave her a look that dared to look at every inch of her face for cracks.

“I mean…This is weird…right? It’s fucking weird…you just, show up in the middle of the night, looking like- like the creature from the black lagoon or some shit…” He paused, as if waiting for her to make another comment about his comparisons, and when she didn’t, he barreled on. “An-and don’t tell me anything about it….which is fine, I’m not saying you owe me any kind of explanation- even if it would help- but…but then I hear a loud ass bang from where you are. It’s just- Its not fucking normal, Stella.”

“Yeah well, since when did we do normal anyway, Eddie…” She retreated back behind the curtain, scooping up the conditioner and stowing it away so she could rinse out her hair. The lump turned to stone in her throat. “There’s nothing for you to worry about… seriously.” 

She pulled back the curtain to find him standing between her and the towel she’d hung nearby. His gaze held none of his usual joking demeanor, and it didn’t flinch from her own blank stare. Her mouth went dry as Eddie looked through her defenses, and tried to analyze what was happening presently. She felt her face flush, and for a fleeting moment, she almost wished he was gawking at her with the usual lewd and carefree intentions. Instead, she was forced to hold his gaze, as she reached behind him, and wrapped her body in the warm cloth. She wanted to tell him she was fine, that this was just a fluke accident born from the first funeral she’d been to since her father’s. That she was genuinely just lost in the woods for hours on end, working her way through the loss of one of her brother’s friends, and the fear that her own was next. Instead she just stood there, and somehow that was so much worse. 

Stella registered his warmth before registering the hug. He’d pulled her into his chest, his lips brushing against her temple as one hand found the back of her head and the other the small of her back. He didn’t say anything, didn’t even ask any questions, just massaged her scalp in his hand. The arm around her torso held her flush against him but remained loose enough that she could push him away, if she felt the need to do so. And that act of simply being there for her, of shoving aside his own anxiety or need for answers; of knowing when to be silent but present, that was what finally got her to let go. 

The tears fell before she could even comprehend them forming, and hands balled into the fabric of his Black Sabbath T-shirt. Her breathing hitched as she pressed her face into the curve of his neck, and just cried in nothing but a towel as her boyfriend murmured sleepy assurances, and gently kissed at the side of her head. Her choked out apologies were whisked away with caring brushes of his thumbs, fears battled away by the smell of his cologne. She was home there, in Eddie’s arms and if possible that terrified her even more. 

Because if whatever hellish demon that was could get to Will, could be what took Barb…what could stop it from getting Eddie as well? She felt her body stiffen at that, her heartbeat erratic for a split second. No. She couldn’t let the what if’s flood her senses, not when this was her safe space, her haven from the outside world. So instead, she let herself cry until the tears stopped, and until she felt herself sag into the warmth of Eddie’s embrace. After what felt like an eternity of silence, she pulled away with a slight sniffle, rubbing at her face. 

“I uh…I didn’t mean to do that, for you to see me like this.” She looked down at their feet, ashamed. “I shouldn’t have come to bother you at all, really.” 

“Hey, you’ve had a rough week, I get it. I’d be more worried if you didn’t break down at some point, okay?” He hooked a finger under her chin, gently guiding her gaze upward. “And I’m not gonna push you for answers right now, but…you know you can tell me anything that’s going on with you, right? Whatever it is.” 

Stella could only bring herself to nod, any words of assurance to him being another lie. Instead, she sniffed again, the harsh scent of smoke spiking in her nostrils. “Hey Eddie…”

“Yeah, Stel?” He gave no indication of smelling it, and she almost thought she was imagining it. Then she remembered what he was doing before he ran to check on her.

“Weren’t you-” She glanced at the door and back at him. “Did you leave the stove on when you ran in here?”

His head tilted in confusion, but then his eyes widened with realization. “Oh, shit!” 

He let go of her so quickly, she stumbled back a bit, and was looking at his shoulders as he ran down the hall in the same instant. After some clattering, and the distinct squeal of water being turned on, Stella braved at following him to the kitchen. There she saw Eddie fanning at the smoke detector with a dish towel, the night breeze tickling at her skin from hastily opened windows. Steam was rising out of the sink as cold water flooded into a charred pot of Spaghetti-O’s. She must have made some sort of noise in surprise because Eddie stopped his little dance to look at her sheepishly, an embarrassed flush brightening his cheeks. 

“Ah well… guess you’ll just have to settle for crackers and tea…” He grimaced at the pot, waving a hand at it. “And I’ll worry about that….monstrosity in the morning.” 

“You are…a character, Eddie Munson.” Stella shook her head, feeling the first genuine smile she’d had all day break across her face. “And a ridiculous one at that.” 

“And you’re amazing, Stella Henderson.” He grinned, his face coming alive as he looked at her. “Don’t ever change.” 

“Oh god, you sound like a fucking Hallmark Card!” She laughed, covering her face with one hand. “You’re lucky I love you.” 

“You know, funnily enough, I didn’t need you to tell me that.” He charged over to her, grabbing her by the waist, and lifting her up. “I figured that out ages ago.” 

She opted to kiss him then, arms resting on his shoulders as he carried her to the bedroom and sat her down on his bed. She watched as he pulled out a faded AC/DC shirt for her to wear along with a pair of her own cotton shorts, placing them next to her. He then grabbed a bottle of moisturizer, motioning for her to dress as he got comfortable behind her. Eying him curiously, she dried herself off quickly, and got herself dressed, leaving the shirt to only cover the front half of her body as she settled between his legs. Peering over her shoulder, she was met with a small smile and a nod, as Eddie dolled out some of the lotion, warming it between his hands. He started at her lower back, palms finding all the tension hidden there and smoothing it away. Soft kisses were placed on her shoulder and neck as he moved his way up, paying special attention to the hard knots she failed to remedy earlier. Stella sighed in relief as she felt her eyelids grow heavy. Her head rolled back to rest against Eddie as he kissed and massaged away all the remaining worry from her body. 

When he finished, he pulled the shirt over her head to fully cover her, and wrapped his arms around her, laying them back into the pillows. She rolled slightly, placing a hand on his chest as she cuddled into him. All thoughts of monsters, and missing friends were gone and all that there was was her and Eddie, locked together in their bubble of happiness. She’d forgotten how well he knew her to not ask questions, to know exactly what she needed without her having to ask. 

“Hmmm…what about my tea and crackers?” She looked up at him, fully aware that she was too tired to even attempt to move at this point. 

“Later, Stel… for now, just rest, okay?” He kissed her forehead and brushed away some of her damp curls. “Did you need me to wrap your hair for you?”

“No…it’ll be alright I think…” She brushed her nose against his neck, taking in his scent, and falling deeper into his warmth. “Just for tonight anyway.” 

“Alright, Sweetheart…whatever you say.” His hand rubbed up and down her back in soothing strokes, a yawn escaping his lips, as he shifted under her. 

Stella sighed again, allowing herself to float in the calm he’d created for her. To finally let the weariness of the day overtake her as she did something as mundane as cuddling with her boyfriend. She didn’t know how long they rested there, the gentle breeze from his window ruffling their hair so that the strands mingled together in a mimicry of their bodies. They just stayed there, still and quiet, enjoying each other’s embrace. Hell, if it wasn’t for his hand still moving against her back, she would have thought Eddie had fallen asleep on her. Instead, she closed her eyes, any and all thanks she wanted to give dying away as sleep finally overtook her.

Hellfire Club Taglist: @drbobbimorse @bubblegum-barbie @booty-boggins @starcrossedjedis @harleyquinnzelz @susiesamurai @juliaswickcrs (wanted to be added? hmu)

[good-doctor-imagine]

Neibolt (Richie Tozier)

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Request from anon: “you and richie both like each other and you go to the neibolt house and like are holding his hand and are blushing but are super scared and you also fall with eddie and are freaking out and crying when it is tormenting you guys and when it leaves in that scene he grabs you and calms you and when the fight starts you just stand there but do something when he gets punched and he pulls you along with him after the fight and very fluff” [xxx]

Summary: You and Eddie are attacked in the Neibolt house, leading to the loser’s breakup.

Word Count: 3k

Warning(s): Swearing, Richie’s dick joke, lil bit of angst, a lot of movie dialogue

You knew it was a mistake from the moment you walked through the front door. It was eerie and muggy, covered in spider webs, rotten wood barely supporting the ground you were walking on. Richie must have noticed your growing distress because he leaned in close to your ear, speaking softly so he would startle you.

"Are you okay?"

You simply nodded, eyes darting around the room for any form of imminent danger. It was normal for Richie to ask you how you were doing, he did it all the time. Over the phone, it was the first question he would ask. However, it wasn't normal for him to make any physical advanced towards you. Richie wasn't very physical with you, which is why you were surprised when you felt his fingers entangling with yours.

Locking your gaze on him, Richie didn't seem like anything was out of the ordinary. He was still walking slowly into the house with you, his eyes carefully evaluating where you two were heading. 

He didn't even look as flustered as you were. Your cheeks started heating the moment you felt the warmth of his palm against yours. You prayed that your sweating hands were not that noticeable.

It wasn't like Richie was trying to tell you anything. He was being a nice friend, looking out for you when you're scared. Right. Nothing more.

"I can't believe I pulled the short straw," Richie sighed, "You guys are lucky we're not measuring dicks."

"Shut up Richie," Eddie shut him down instantly.

You sort of agreed with Eddie, now was not the time to joke. It was so fucking creepy you felt a headache beginning to form from the amount of information you were trying to process. Right now, even your shadow could frighten you.

The four of you headed up the stairs, you and Richie following close behind Bill, hands still clutching each other firmly. The stairs were as creepy as the rest of the house. They were winding and so old that you thought it was going to break from underneath you. You didn't touch the banister, lips curling at the amount of dust that had collected on the surface.

The only light that illuminated the second floor was the window in the stairwell. The windows in the room did little to lighten the room, many covered by stapled plywood.

The furniture was old, an abandoned couch still covered by a white cloth. Leaves and dirt were covering the floor, branches from outside trees growing into the building.

The three of you stood frozen, taking in your surroundings. That was until you started to feel Richie tugging your hand. He was walking towards a wall of spider webs. In the middle of it was some sort of paper with 'MISSING' written across the top.

Richie slowly took his hand out of yours, shakily retrieving the paper in the mess of webs and brittle tree branches. He held the paper in his hands, his hands trembling. Bill made his way over, coming to Richie's side to see what it was.

Your eyes were wide as you gazed at the picture.

"It, it says I'm missing."

"Y-y-y-you're not missing, Richie," Bill tried to reason with him, but Richie was speaking loudly over him.

"That's my hair, that's my face!"

"Calm down, this isn't real!" Bill raised his voice, attempting to grab the paper out of Richie's hands but Richie was quick to pull it away.

"That's my name, that's my age," Richie continued, his chest beginning to heave.

Bill made another move to grab the paper, successfully crumbling it in his hands. Richie was still holding on tightly, having a sort of tug of war with Bil.

"That's the date!"

"This isn't real Richie!"

You were terrified, looking between your two friends from the sidelines. It had gotten to Richie. Even if he didn't want to express it, he was probably as terrified as you.

"What the fuck?!" Richie's voice was ear piercing as terror gripped him. You couldn't help but scoot closer to Eddie, both of you not sure how to help in this situation.

Bill was able to tear the paper out of Richie's hands before throwing it haphazardly on the floor.

"It says I'm missing!"

"Calm down!" Bill attempted, gripping onto his friend's forearms.

It broke your heart to see your best friend and crush freaking out so badly. You cared for him with all your heart and to see him this terrified made you realize that you weren't the only one. He may always be looking out for you. Now was the time to begin looking out for him.

Before you could step in, Bill was already calming him down, getting Richie's arms to stop flailing.

Richie looked between the three of you before all of your heads turned to the staircase.

"Hello?"

The three of you walked to where you kept hearing the voice, leading you up the stairs again. You stuck close to Richie's side, despite not holding onto his hand anymore. You peaked over his shoulder, eyes locking onto the sight of a familiar girl.

"Betty?"

"Ripsom?"

Her body was moving up and down from how hard she was breathing. Before she could say anything else, her body was yanked out of the doorway, only a scream ripping from her body as she disappeared.

Your friends started moving forwards, curiosity taking over them. You stayed behind slightly, caught between Richie and Eddie.

"Eddie..." A voice drew out, haunting you and your friend. The other two boys kept walking like they didn't hear anything. You turned around with Eddie, gazing into the light behind you to figure out what made that noise.

"Guys, do you hear that?" Eddie spoke, his voice trembling slightly. You nodded but there was no other response. When Eddie turned around, the door was beginning to shut. "Guys!" Eddie instantly yelled, leaping towards the door.

When it slammed shut, your hands were on the doorknob, attempting to yank it open.

"Eddie! Y/n!"

You were frantic, breath quickening at the thought of being stuck in a room. At least you had Eddie. You abandoned your effort to open the door and clutched onto Eddie's hand for security. If you two were together, then nothing bad could happen. 

Almost instantaneously, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you went rigid. Eddie's watch was going off, but that wasn't what made you both frozen with fear.

"Time to take your pill, Eddie."

Eddie's head turned around, coming face to face with the leper. Before you could react, Eddie's eyes were closing, body going limp as he fell backward into a hole on the ground. Because of his hold on you, you couldn't catch yourself before falling with him.

There wasn't much time to change how you were positioned in mid-air. You cringed when you heard something snap from beneath you. The fall hurt like hell, but Eddie's arm took the brunt of it.

"Damn it, Eddie," You cursed under your breath, "Why'd you have to pull me with you?"

All the fear and pain were mixing together, making tears form in your eyes. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair.

"Eddie," You called out to him, sitting up and shaking his shoulders slightly. "Eddie, wake up."

Your throat was beginning to tighten up, warm tears streaming down your face. Everything was overwhelming.

The dining table that you both landed on was snapped in half from the force you exerted on it. Just looking at Eddie's arm, you knew why. It was bent in a horrible way that you couldn't stomach looking at it.

Just when you were going to call out for him again, Eddie bolted upwards, a gasp leaving his throat. First, he looked down at his arm, a whimper leaving his lips.

A white object peaking from the fridge caught your attention. Your eyes widened, breath caught in your throat as you stared at the familiar white glove. You stuck close to Eddie, hands gripping his upper left arm, careful not to get close to his right forearm.

The two of you began to shake when the fridge swung open, a demonic laugh escaping from inside it. The clown was beginning to crawl out of it, his body contorting unnaturally. When he stood up fully, he twisted his upper body, his head facing you two the entire time. He shook with a laugh, the bells on his costume jingling.

It felt like forever, watching the creature bend down towards both of you, the corners of his mouth curling up to form an evil grin.

"Time to float."

You both began to crawl back as the creature hauntingly stepped forwards, his arms waving dramatically.

When you two were stuck to the wall, IT finally crouched in front of you. You were positioned slightly behind Eddie, your hand still clutched onto his upper arm tightly.

Eddie quickly slapped his hand against IT's cheek in a pathetic attempt to make it go away. The creature teasingly grabbed Eddie’s hand, mouth motioning towards it like he was going to bite it off.

You were practically sobbing, chest heaving as you in took the scene in front of you. Despite your blurry vision, you could make out everything that was happening. The terrible look on that disgusting clown's face.

IT took Eddie's face into his hands, imitating his sobbing before directing his attention to you.

You watched as he took one of his hands off Eddie's cheek, placing it on yours instead. The feeling of his dry glove made you want to throw up. His breath certainly wasn't better either.

The creature's hands suddenly moved to your and Eddie's throats, but his grip wasn't enough to choke you.

"Tasty, tasty, beautiful fear."

His grin was wide, teeth pointy as drool poured out over his lips. Your hand gripped impossibly harder onto Eddie's arm when IT's eyes started to roll back, mouth opening wide. You'll have to apologize for the bruises later.

Before IT could make another move, his head twisted toward the side, eyes glazed over as he stared blankly into the room.

"HELP!" Eddie screamed, his voice scratchy from how much you two were crying.

You were too frozen in fear to do anything, eyes not moving from the clown in front of you. The creature moved his hand to cover Eddie's face as Bill and Richie rushed into the room.

"Eddie?" You could hear Richie call out, and then his eyes met yours. "Y/n?"

You couldn't see what the creature was doing anymore, his attention focused on the two boys on the other side of the room.

"This isn't real enough for you, Billy? I'm not real enough for you?"

"Holy shit," The words spilled out of Richie's mouth.

"It was real enough for Georgie."

You held your breath when IT lept forward at the pair, yelling as he made it across the room. Thankfully, he was stopped. Beverly quickly shoved a metal spear into IT's eye, stopping it in the middle of the room. All of the losers piled into the kitchen, eyes focused on the clown.

"Get Eddie – Get Y/n."

You couldn't tell who was saying what anymore, overwhelmed by the amount of stuff happening at the moment. Eddie was screaming, trying to rip away from Bill's grasp. You reluctantly let go of his arm, watching from behind Richie as the creature growled and spun towards you all. The eye that wasn't punctured was a bright red and the teeth in his mouth were poking out from his skin.

Richie clutched onto you, holding you close as the clown laughed deeply and started walking forwards, it's hand ripping its glove as it grew.

Everything was a blur. Eddie and Richie were screaming, Beverly was standing to the side, clutching onto the back of Richie's shirt. She lept away when IT made a move to jump towards you. However, instead, it turned around, sharp fingers digging into Ben's stomach before IT disappeared down the stairs.

"Don't let it get away," Bill said, standing up from the floor and walking to the staircase where IT disappeared.

"No! Bill!" You yelled at him, trembling in Richie's arms. Everyone was screaming at him when he disappeared down the stairs. You were afraid he was never going to come back up. 

If you weren't so terrified, you'd probably be flustered out of your mind. One of Richie's arms was wrapped around your middle, holding you close to his chest. Your hands were gripping onto his shirt, not even thinking about how stretched it was going to be after.

Richie's other hand was on Eddie's shoulder, gripping him hard as he tried to reassure him. Eddie was too shaken up to notice, though.

When Bill came up the stairs, all of you were stumbling out of the house, legs shaky as you tried to process what happened. You couldn't tell if your face was covered with tears or IT's drool. Either way, it felt sticky and gross. You were exhausted, eyes wanting to close as the fear started leaving your body.

Everyone took off to their bikes and started pedaling as fast as they could. Mike put Eddie in the basket of his, making sure he as secure before leaving. When you made it back to Bill's house, you dropped your bike on his driveway next to all the others.

The losers waited outside, dreading the moment the familiar car shows up. You gasped as Richie's arms wrapped around you again, his head finding it's way into your neck. His body was trembling and you thought you felt warm tears collecting on your shoulder. You held him as close as you could, your fingers scratching against his scalp lightly. You knew you weren't the only one who was terrified.

You swallowed thickly as the light beige car rolled up, Eddie's mom getting out of the car and slamming the door. Richie pulled away from you at the sound, his arm wiping whatever was left on his face.

You could see Eddie's mom's face redden as her anger spiked, gazing down at Eddie's broken arm.

"You, you did this," She accused, arm moving around to point her finger at all of you. She took her son by the back of the neck, dragging him with her to the car. "You know how delicate he is."

"We were attacked M-M-Mrs. K," Bill tried to reason, but she was having none of it.

"No. Don't, don't try to blame anyone else."

You bit your lip to stop it from trembling as she shut Eddie's door. He didn't even look at you guys.

"Let me help –" Beverly tried to grab the keys that Mrs. Kaspbrak dropped but was stopped.

"Get back!" She swiped the keys off the ground before straightening up in front of Beverly.

"Oh, I've heard of you, Mrs. Marsh... and I don't want a dirty girl like you touching my son."

She turned back around, hand digging through her purse.

You shuffled closer to Richie as Bill tried to speak up again.

"Mrs. K I..."

"No!" She yelled, pointing her finger at him. "You are all monsters. All of you. And Eddie is done with you. Do you hear? Done!"

You all watched as she made her way around the car, slamming the door shut again when she climbed in. As she drove off, the group walked forwards, following it as it drove over the curb and down the street.

It was silent for a few seconds until Bill turned around.

"I saw the well," He claimed, "W-W-W-We know where it is. A-A-And next time we'll be better prepared."

You brows scrunched up at his words. Why the fuck would he think you were going to go back into that damn trap?

"NO!" Stan spoke up, "No next time, Bill! You're insane!"

"Why?" Beverly questioned, "We all know no one else is going to do anything."

"Eddie and Y/n were nearly killed!" Richie stressed, "And look at this motherfucker," He motioned towards Ben's stomach, "He's leaking hamburger helper!"

"We can't pretend like it's going to go away," Beverly argued, "Ben, you said it yourself it comes back every 27 years."

"Fine! I'll be 40 and far away from here. I thought you said you wanted to get out of this town too."

"Because I want to run towards something, not away."

"I'm sorry but who invited Molly Ringwald into the group?" Beverly gave Richie the middle finger. 

"Richie –"

"I'm just saying let's face facts, real world. Georgie is dead. Stop trying to get us killed too."

Richie tried to walk past Bill, but Bill was quick to jump into his way. 

"Georgie's not dead."

"You couldn't save him, but you can still save yourself.

"No!" Bill struggled, pointing his finger at Richie. "T-t-t-take it back. You're scared and we all are but take it back!"

Your eyes widened when Bill pushed Richie back by his shoulders, making him stumble. Richie pursed his lips and pushed Bill, making him even angrier. Before you could intervene, Bill took Richie by his shirt and threw a punch, hitting him right in the cheek.

"Bill!" Beverly warned, looking down at Richie.

Stanley and Mike lifted Richie off the floor and held him back as he tried to lunge at Bill. Bill pulled his fist back like he was about to swing again when Ben pulled him back.

"You're a bunch of losers, get us all killed trying to catch a stupid clown."

"Stop!" Beverly screamed, placing herself inside of the fight.

"This is what IT wants, IT wants to divide us. We were all together when we heard it. That's why we're still alive."

"Yeah? Well, I plan to keep it that way," Richie walked forwards, grabbing your hand as he walked to his bike. He made sure to check Bill in the shoulder as he passed.

You couldn't stop the tears from rolling down your face as you looked back at Bill, a person you considered a friend.

"Fuck you, Bill. Friends don't put other friends in danger. I thought you cared about us. I was wrong," You spat.

When you turned to Richie, he was motioning for you to climb onto the back of his bike. You complied, refusing to think twice about your bike laying idly in Bill's driveway. You'll pick it up another time.

[queerlilacroses]

Nothing to fear but fear itself (TW Blood, Murder, Biphobia)

Richie had always been afraid of werewolves,  ever since he was a little kid the thought of them sent shivers up his spine. He didn’t know if it was the sharp claws, the big teeth or the fact it could be anyone, watching waiting to turn him into his worst fear.                                                                                                                                                              It has also been theorised that werewolves are a metaphor for a specific sexuality, bisexuality, not many people believe that bisexuals exist, at least that’s what Richie hears when he attempts to come out.  

   “There’s no such thing dear, I mean you can be gay or straight I don’t mind I know you’ve always been an odd child but there’s no such thing as both”. He had lamented over that loss for a while, honestly he know lots of people wouldn’t understand but his own mother! That was his biggest disappointment.

So he ran out on her, hiding in the Clubhouse™ that his good friend Ben had built, waiting hours until his best friends Bill, and Bev came frantic down falling down the hole of the clubhouse, “why didn’t they use the stairs”, he wondered aloud forgetting that he had disappeared without letting anyone know and it had been all day since he had ran out on his mother.

“WHY DIDN’T I… I was looking for you you’ve been missing for 6 hours you dummy”

“I’ve been wounded Bev darling, I…wait SIX HOURS”

“Yea is s-something wrong”

Whilst his friends had accepted him all those years ago Richie was still paranoid about his bisexuality despite knowing he wasn’t gay or straight there was a nagging doubt in the back of his mind watching, waiting to creep up on hm like a horror movie jump scare that made him spill popcorn all over the floor like an idiot.

The problem with horror movies is they are real; Vampires, Zombies, Witches and of course Werewolves which are the worst of them all. The first time Richie had seen a werewolf had been in a stupid movie , a teen movie, “supposedly a romance” Bev had mentioned nonchalantly as they walked past it at the Aladdin and well it was, for the first 20 minutes or so then it turned out the lead had a secret…the movie plagued him for months after that day after day, night after night all he could see was the male lead chasing him waiting to turn him into a werewolf. He never knew what to do or where to go Richie was traumatized.

Eddie, had been a new confusing figure in his life, they had met at gig which Eddie had helped organized and hit it off but there was something about him Richie wasn’t so sure of. Was it the smell of wet dog despite Eddie claiming to be allergic? Was it the fact that he refused to wear the silver chain that Richie got him as a present? Was it his oddly hairy body? Or was it the fact that anytime  a full moon was around no matter what Eddie would make and excuse and disappear so nobody would see him for days. It confused and scared the hell outta him so he had to confront his ‘boyfriend’ he isn’t sure honestly they haven’t labelled what they are yet and Richie’s kinda nervous that’s because Eddie doesn’t wanna be with a bi man and whilst all these thoughts are in his head he’s overthinking again and he needs to talk to Eddie.

“Eds,”                                                                                              “Urgh what?”                                                                     “Are we like?”                                                                             “Like what Richie use your words”       “Are we boyfriends?”                                                           “no we’re Italian farmers who love growing tomatoes of course we’re boyfriends”                                                                                                               “Geez okay I’m just making sure”                                                                                                      

“Especially cause you’ve been acting so weird, I mean I hardly see you, anytime you stay it’s daytime and the two occasions that we’ve stayed together you’re like a magician here one minute and then disappeared the next like some cruel trick it’s not fair Ed’s, I wanted to move forward with this relationship but it’s so hard when I can’t, don’t, know? Do you understand what I mean?                                                                                                                                          

“Uh no? Why would that ever make sense babe” sighed Eddie although he understood Richie well and knew him inside and out he didn’t understand how his brain worked? His ADHD flickering from thing to thing topic to topic and although Eddie could sometimes be known to ramble he couldn’t keep up.

“Well I mean with you? Why are you avoiding me at night? What’s the big secret?” Richie teased.

“I’m a werewolf”

“WHAT”

“I’m one of those creatures you know the ones that come out on the full moon I turn into a wolf howl at the moon y’know all those stereotypes”

“WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME THAT! YOU KNOW ABOUT MY FEAR OF WEREWOLVES”

“I’M SORRY BUT YOU ASKED. THIS IS WHY I’VE BEEN AVOIDING YOU! I DIDN’T WANT YOU TO BE SCARED OF ME YOU ASSHOLE”

“I…what”

“Yea I remembered you saying that you were terrified of werewolves since you were 12 so I’ve been trying to avoid transforming and all the side effects around it whilst I’m around you so I guess that seems like I need to avoid you and I mean there’s the murder”

“MURDER”

“Well I mean it’s not exactly murder more people get in the way of me as a 7 foot tall wolf and unfortunately I think my instincts kick in? Although it could be deer,  but there’s been bodies found and I…”

“BODIES!!?! BODIES AS IN PLURAL !!?!”

“Richie can you stop yelling, it’s been a long night I’m tired and sore, honestly I just want to rest…”

“WAIT WHAT,  YOU WERE OUT LAST NIGHT? Like it was a full moon ? I’m sorry I have to go call Bev or something, I-I can’t.

“WHERE ARE YOU- it’s your never mind” Eddie sighed as his voiced tailed off his head in his hands. This hadn’t been the way he wanted Richie to find out, honestly they’ve only been together for a few weeks and as soon as they talked he found out about his fear of werewolves and was horrified, he knew it might potentially be a dealbreaker and although he didn’t want to lose Richie. He had known that at one point that he’d have to sit down and tell him the story of the doctor, decided that his mother, who was a maniac bringing him to the hospital every time he even touched the ground too hard convinced he’d broken or dislocated his ankle needed something to worry about properly and turned him into a werewolf whilst he was at one of his many stays when he was eleven. His mother had been far more protective when she had found out, it was as if she had been normal beforehand, complete and utter curfew (“back straight after school Eddie-bear don’t talk to anybody, you don’t want them to find out!”), bars on the windows and even restraints at night as she was too paranoid, which wasn’t fun, especially as every night he just kept breaking out of them which in turn scared his mother more and more.

Shakily Richie reached into his pocket for his phone that he’d grabbed in his     haste to leave the apartment building, as it rang the word murder went in his stomach over and over again. “Hello?” Oh good she answered he wouldn’t have known what to do with himself otherwise I mean…. “Helloooo??” Oh right yeah she’s still on this phone.

“I-I Eddie, and…”

“What’s wrong with Eddie, depth breaths calm down and try to try me what happened.

“He.. he.. he’s a monster, a werewolf a murderer I don’t know if I can do this” sobbing he knelt on the pavement holding the phone thinking about how he didn’t want to lose Eddie, the problem was that he loved the shorter man despite them only dating a couple of weeks and he knew about the dangers of dating a monster.

They had learned about it in school which only fuelled Richie’s fear further the teachers explaining about scientific experiments gone wrong and turning ordinary people into creatures that could climb into his slightly opened window in the dead of night and maim them or if they were dating whilst in transformations they would completely forget their partner, ending up harming them. Listening to this had made him scared to moved his bed and slept under his window to make sure nothing got in, freaking out anytime a bug crawled on him.

“A werewolf? Yea probably. A murderer? Probably not and an I mean a monster definitely not. Don’t you love him? Don’t you want the chance for him to prove you wrong, honestly you’ve been scared for far too long. All this time people have been putting ideas into your head about ‘this that and the next thing to do with monsters and no offence Richie but I’m sick of hearing about it, time to march back to your apartment and make your own decisions about Eddie.

“Yea, yea I guess you’re right, I should maybe go back? I.. okay Bev darling I’ll speak to you later”.

Sitting up he decided that it was time to get back, not realising it was getting darker and darker as a full moon approached.

Waiting for Richie made him terrified he was transforming in an hour and he had no idea what would happen. Would they break up?? If they did it would be so much worse, the adrenaline in this body taking over, making him more angry and upset and he knew his wolf side would harm anything that got in his way, which could include his caring but stupid and scared boyfriend. Hearing the door creak open his head perked up realising that Richie hadn’t let for that long and that probably meant bad news, knots grew in his stomach as he waited in anticipation for Richie to say something, anything whilst looking at the clock ticking on closer and closer to his time of transformation.

“I’m home babey! I wanna talk to you, my love” he said in a singsong voice. This wasn’t good, he honestly knew Richie’s speech patterns very well and he almost never called him babey unless there was a big problem or something was wrong.  

“Yea I’m in here what’s happening”

“I just wanted to say, I talked to Bev and she put things into perspective, I think I love you and I shouldn’t judge you based on what happened when you were younger and I should try to get over it, I wanna keep dating you so I think it’s a good idea to see you at least once.

“Wait wait you want to stay with me? HOLD UP YOU THINK YOU LOVE ME”

“Well yea, I guess? I know we’ve only been dating for a few weeks and technically I only found out a few days ago but I have really strong feelings for you and I think I love you”.

“ I … okay… really don’t know what to say I love yo…” but before Eddie could finish off his sentence something happened, it was supposed to be a strange scary thing but Richie didn’t feel scared all he felt was concerned H could see the pain manifesting on Eddie’s face as he twisted and turned and hair grew from his body turning him taller, more muscular and then into a wolf.

Werewolves, although potentially not less dangerous were smaller than the stories, and Eddie didn’t seem to want to attack him honestly? Richie was very confused and conflicted between everything he had ever heard and feared vs the man who was his boyfriend who had just turned into what looked like a slightly taller dog still vigilant just sitting there. Well until it started talking, but you never hear about things like that when people are attempting to scare you.

“Well aren’t you going to say something? You’ve been looking at me in a daze for the last five minutes like I get the idea of you being scared like yea but can you please snap out of your like -why are you- dude why are you laughing?” Forgetting he was a wolf he attempted to walk over to Richie and ended up falling over four paws”.

Doubled over in laughter Richie realising his boyfriend was an idiot as a wolf decided that there something they needed to talk about “Eddieeeeeee we need to talk soooo I also have a secret”.

“Okay, and it is?

“I’m boisexual, well actually I’m bisexual but we both know I couldn’t come out without a pun”

“And an awful one at that I mean, what does that even mean rich? But honestly I know you told me about the time you dated Bev before she started dating Ben so I just assumed, why is that like a problem?”

“Oh…I- forgot about I just -I assumed like most gay guys you wouldn’t be down to date a bisexual guy I mean most of my life I’ve been told I don’t exist and-“

“Wait who told you this, how many people told you this? You know they’re wrong right I mean you’re bisexual”,

“thanks I means it was mainly my mum and a couple of ex-boyfriends, some teachers and stuff you know”

“Do you want to get your own back?”.

Richie looked at the small wolf in surprise thinking about how he could play pranks and stuff or what they could do in order to get his own back but Eddie had something else in mind.

“Do you want to come with me to kill them”

 Maggie Tozier, was baking in the kitchen humming a light tune whilst taking a pie out of the oven, she hadn’t spoken to her son since he turned sixteen and came out as bisexual for the third time to her disbelief that it wasn’t a phase and after she decided not to accept him they both just stopped talking to each other and then a year later he up and left.

As Richie made his way to his childhood home with his boyfriend in tow he looked at his mom and realised there was no turning back, it was now or never, he could talk to his mom get clarification? If it all went wrong Eddie would be there to make sure he’s okay. Walking in announced he saw he face drop and her mouth open, unfortunately it didn’t seem to be in a nice way. “What are you doing here” her voice laced with disappointment at seeing her thirty-odd year old son standing in front her for the first time in years waiting for her approval or acceptance at last, but that would never come. “Do you still think you can live in cloud cuckoo land and date both boys and girls, I hate to tell you baby but people are going to take advantage of you, I don’t see a ring if you’d just stop all this nonsense I could-“

Before anyone knew what was happening Eddie had lunged at Maggie and grabbed at her arm to bite her, Richie frozen in shock and horror couldn’t do anything except gape at the site as he could see she was losing more and more blood out of her arm, thinking realising he didn’t have many options his adrenaline kicked in, he pondered back to all the times he’d been told he was invisible, bisexuality didn’t exist or he was a monster for trying to invade both communities and he snapped. Grabbing a butcher’s knife from the kitchen he could see his mother attempting to back away muffled screaming, and stabbed her stomach, hearing the organs squishing made his feel better so he did it again and again until he was cover in a pool of blood, surrounded by his mother whilst he was sobbing, Eddie in a corner waiting on him.

“I just murdered my mother”

“Well yea, I just thought you’d hurt her a little honestly but that was a full on murder, but I think she had it coming? Do you want to get cleaned up?”

“Mhmm, that’d be nice, but the problem is I liked it, I enjoyed stabbing her, is that weird?

“Weeelll that depends on who you ask, me, I’m fine with it I mean I enjoy maiming people as a wolf but to normal person I guess?? Hey do you wanna murder people when I’m in my wolf form”.

“You mean people who deserve it right? Not just random people on the street because I don’t know if I enjoy it that much”.

“Yep yea sure of course I won’t pressure you it’s only been your first murder  after all”.

That next night was the final full moon for the month and Richie was trying to think who he would want to murder next, one of his teachers who made him terrified of werewolves, one of the executives who said he’d never get a job in comedy (look at him now!) or one of his biphobic ex-boyfriends who made him feel so disgusting and pathetic that he decided not to date for six years and when he at last did date ‘forgot’ to disclose his sexuality every date he went on.

Tracing down his ex-boyfriend wasn’t as difficult as it seemed just follow the scent of disappointment and go to the nearest seedy gay bar. Julian, who was happily walking towards his car according to the police report, was ribbed in the heart with a duller kitchen knife as if to mimic a broken heart. One arm was ripped off and had teeth marks in it as if it was created by both man and dog.

Waking up next to Eddie, was one of the nice things about existing having had one of the weirdest dreams of his life, although as the blood dripped from the mattress that he couldn’t see he did know one thing though.

He wasn’t frightened of werewolves anymore.

[loverssclub]

Please Stay

Pairing: Older!Bill Denbrough x Sister!Reader

Request Summary: It’s been 27 years after the incidents that occurred in Derry, Maine and you’re not quite sure if you can handle it again.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety attack. Please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable!

Author’s Note: it’s been a while since I’ve written anything so I’m a bit rusty!

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The neon sign seemed to taunt you.

Despite the fact that it displayed only the name of the Chinese restaurant, you couldn’t help but look around nervously.

Being in this town always had that effect on you. It didn’t matter where you were or who you were with, simply by being back in your hometown gave you the chills, forcing the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and making you look at your surroundings more than a couple of times.

Shivering a bit at the cool breeze that passed by, you rubbed your arms and slowly inhaled, wondering if you truly wanted to go inside.

“(Y/n)?”

Startled, you turned around, making eye contact with a face you hadn’t seen in almost 10 years.

“Bill?” you slowly breathed out, not quite believing your eyes.

He rushed forward as did you as the two of you embraced each other tightly. Letting go of each other, Bill held you at arms length, his eyes scanning you from top to bottom.

“Wow,” he breathed, a smile appearing on his face. “You look great!”

“So do you!” You grinned, looking at the grey hairs on his head that weren’t there the last time you two saw each other. “I see age has been treating you well,” you teased.

Bill let out a small laugh, running a hand through his hair and looking up.

“Being an author isn’t as easy as I thought it would be.”

You nodded your head.

“I’ve kept up with your books. You’re a wonderful writer,” you mentioned, watching the way his face seemed to light up.

“But I have to say, I really didn’t like the ending.”

Rolling his eyes, Bill shook his head.

“Ah, ever the encouraging sister,” he chuckled.

A silence settled over you two as you glanced nervously at the restaurant.

“Well,” you started. “We should probably head inside. Don’t want to keep Mike waiting.”

Nodding, Bill walked with you up the stairs to the entrance, neither of you ready for the news you were about to hear.

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Dinner was going great.

Everyone had showed up, except for Stan, who oddly enough, no one had heard from yet.

The night was spent with everyone laughing and joking around, reminiscing on the old times and catching up on the latest news.

Until Eddie brought up past events form when you were all children, events you had tried so desperately to bury in the back of your mind and forget about.

“Why are we here Mike?” your brother questioned as the group stared intently at said man.

As Mike began to explain why he brought you all back, you shook your head.

“No,” you started. “Mike, this isn’t fair. We-we came here under the impression that we were just going to catch up with one another.”

As you spoke, the fortune cookies began to open up on their own and strange creatures crawled their way out of the cookie. There was so much going on, you didn’t have time to process it. Everyone was screaming, there were decomposing heads in the fish tank and Mike was slamming a chair onto the table.

However, as soon as the waitress walked into the room, everything was gone. You glanced around nervously, waiting for something to happen.

“We’ll take the check please.”

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You practically burst out the doors of the restaurant, wanting nothing more than to get out of this god forsaken town.

Beverly whipped out her phone and dialed Stan’s wife. When she revealed what happened to her husband, your chest began to tighten.

Stumbling back, you landed harshly on the stairs and gripped your shirt, trying desperately to calm your breathing. Everyone was arguing with each other and no one even seemed to notice you.

Hands suddenly gripped your shoulders and you let out a small shriek, leaning backwards while attempting to swat them away.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n), breathe!”

Looking up, you stared into the familiar blue eyes of your older brother.

“Please, (Y/n), I need you to breathe. C’mon, just follow my lead.” Bill slowly took a deep breath in and exhaled as you struggled to mimic his actions.

After a couple of moments, your breathing had slowly returned to normal, but as soon as your breathing was under control, tears fell from your eyes.

“Please,” you sobbed, “please don’t make me do this. I-I can’t go through that again.”

Bill quickly gathered you in his arms, clutching you close to his chest as your hands gripped his shirt. His eyes shut tightly and his heart clenched listening to your sobs, being reminded of the moment when you two had found out about Georgie’s death.

He felt 13 all over again.

“N-no,” he began. “Please, s-stay. I promise, I won’t l-let anything hurt y-you. You’re my little sister a-and I swear I’ll prote-tect you if it’s the l-last thing I do.”

As your sobs slowly died down, Bill turned to face his old friends, keeping an arm around your shoulders.

“We need to kill IT.”

[har-rison-s]

Obstacles

request: hi! sorry for my english, can i request young Bill denbrough X reader, where they are at Neibolt and her fear is clowns, circus and that type of things, so Pennywise messes with her mind and stuff, and Bill helps her? thank you 💛

A/N: Finally, I've moved onto Bill. This is for @gabiatthedisco :)))), I wanna make her smile with this. I hope I do her, Bill and myself justice with writing this. This might be short, but I don't know yet. Happy reading!

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warnings: IT, clowns, neibolt house

gif credit goes to owner, which isn't me!

“I'll put a happy smile on your face, Y/N!” A clown with bright green hair and crimson lips and eyes grins at the girl who's simply paralysed in the corner of the room. It's filled with toys and creatures that are supposed to resemble the iconic faces that represent the circus, and they very well do. They affect Y/N horribly, since the girl's worst fear is clowns.

Strange, you'd think, that she'd be afraid of something that is supposed to bring children joy, cheer them up at fairs, at birthday parties and on McDonald's special occasions. Hand them balloons and promise cotton candy on a stick or popcorn in a bright red box. 

Y/N isn't sure when or how she started fearing clowns. All she knows is that seeing one makes her freeze. She can't move, she can't make a sound, she can't escape. And when there's a room crawling with her worst fear, she almost goes into cardiac arrest. That would be the worst thing that could happen, and she's nearing its happening.

Bill and Richie are trying to break through the door of the clown room. She wonders where they are, she wonders why they've not entered the room yet. But she can't voice it. She can't scream, she can't even cry or whimper. Her throat is dry as the desert, begging for any sign of water.

Bill stomps on the door with his foot, and Richie does, too. The door only squeaks and bends in a little, the boys groan, and go against it again. They're using the most force they can muster up. Bill might be bad at talking, but he's a strong boy. He'll do anything to save Y/N, he'll gain as much courage and strength as he'd need to. 

“Why the long face?” A clown snickers. Gloved hands reach out to Y/N hungrily, and she's about to run out of space to crawl into. How did she even get into this room? How did she get separated from her friends? From Bill? Why did she ever agree to go into Neibolt house? Why are they all here?

Horrible fear fogs her mind. It only has one instinct - get out of this room. Forget anything about standing up to and beating the creature that's been tormenting her friends. Y/N needs to get out of here, she needs to be home, she needs to be safe. She can't care about anything else.

Finally, the door busts open and the boys stare into a room that is filled with old fallen-over manekens. They look for Y/N, and she's to their left. Crouched down on the floor, her knees pulled to her chest. Her hands are by her sides, cramping up, and her face... The complete look of shock terrifies both Richie and Bill. 

Bill's the first to run over to her. His knees scrape the wooden floor when he gets down on them, there'll be bruises on the knees later. Bill takes Y/N's hands in his, gently untwisting her fingers from the crampy position they were in, and he holds her hands between his own. 

“Y-Y/N.” Bill calls to her, and her wide eyes look at him. “It's okay, you're--you're okay.” He tries to soothe her desperately. 

“Bill, man, we have to get out of here. Now.” Richie insists, even stomps his foot down on the wooden floor. Y/N doesn't even move, she's in shock. Bill looks at Richie, then at Y/N. 

“Then hel-help me get her uh-up.” Bill urges and Richie takes the few steps over to Bill to help him. The two boys grip their friend's arms and sides to get her standing on her feet and, with all their might and strength, carry her out of the maneken room.

When they've taken a single step past the doorframe, it's as if a damb broke loose. A damb of tears, a damb of fear. Of everything Y/N felt. 

She collapses downwards, but Bill is there to prevent that from happening. Her sobs are as loud as screams. Bill holds the poor girl in his arms, supporting her crying form with his arms. Richie's let go of her, wanting to quicker get out of Neibolt, for which Bill can't blame him, but still sends a nasty glare. 

“I'll lead the way.” Richie tells him and walks ahead of the two.

“Y/N. Br-breathe with me.” Bill tries to get through her sobbing and crying. “One... Two... C-Count with muh-me... One...”

“One...” Comes a soft whisper from Y/N.

“Two.” Bill continues. They walk behind Richie, but slower, and he already feels that Y/N's breathing is calming down. 

“Two...” She repeats. 

“Three.”

“Three...” Y/N says, takes a breath and sighs deeply. It's shaky at first, but the sigh is what she needed. She has cried everything out, now she breathes it all out. “I wanna go home.” She tells Bill, and sniffs. 

“We-we're leaving, Y/N.” Bill responds. “We're leaving right—right now.” He confirms. “We need—need to walk fuh-faster.” He informs her and Y/N nods. 

“I thought I was gonna die in there.” She admits to him as they pick up their pace. And Y/N can walk on her own now, she's regained most of her strength. 

“You—you saw c-clowns, right?” Bill cautiously asks. Y/N can only nod. 

“Mm-hm.” She hums. “So fucking many of them... I can't ever... I don't want to...” She doesn't know what to finish her sentence with. Bill takes her hand in his tightly. Y/N looks at him, fear still present in her eyes. 

“I won't ever leave you again.” He promises her, and Y/N has to raise her eyebrows. The boy didn't stutter. “You—You won't have to buh-be scared. If I'm—if I'm there, with you.” Bill promises her once more.

A tear rolls down Y/N's cheek, but it's a good tear. A tear that says thank you. She nods, and they look away, choosing to look ahead of them instead, to where they're actually going.

“Eddie!” Comes the strangled cry from Richie. Next obstacle, Bill and Y/N conclude, and they run to their friend together. 

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[eddiesasspbrak]

When I’m With You Ch. 15

Eddie can’t stand the barista at his favorite coffee shop. Richie has fallen in love with the man he sees twice a week. Stan is dating someone but won’t let his friends meet them. Ben is in love with Beverly, but is so afraid of scaring her away he’s not moving forward. Chaotic friends navigating college together.

Ch. 1

Ch. 16

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Eddie woke still in Richie’s arms. The TV screen had gone blank and the fairy lights above them still glowed, though the morning sun illuminated the space through the thin sheets. Richie’s glasses were folded on the floor beside the beanbag pile. Without them, Eddie could see just how long and dark his eyelashes were. He’s always known that Richie was attractive. Even when he couldn’t stand him, he couldn’t ignore the way his heart would flutter when he saw his face. He never wanted to be caught staring at him back then because he could only imagine what Richie would say or do. Now he could stare as much as he wanted without being embarrassed. Because Richie was his. Most of the time when he looked at Richie, he was already staring back at Eddie.

At some point in the night, Richie had pulled down one of the blankets and covered them with it. Eddie felt warm and content and didn’t want to move. If not for his bladder threatening to burst, he wouldn’t have. Carefully, he dislodged himself from Richie’s arms and made sure he stayed covered up as he slipped from under the blanket. He left his crutch behind to avoid any extra noise. He could limp on his hurt ankle without too much discomfort.

Luckily, Richie’s bathroom wasn’t far from where he’d built the fort. By the time he was done, including thoroughly washing his hands since he hadn’t had the chance the night before, Richie was up. His face lit up when he saw Eddie coming down the hall.

“There you are. I thought maybe you freaked and ditched me.” Richie said.

Eddie looked down at himself, his legs still bare. “Without my pants?”

“Who knows? If you were in a hurry you might have forgotten them. Your apartment is right down the hall.” He finally closed the distance and draped his arms around Eddie’s shoulders. “I thought I’d have to keep them as a souvenir to remember you by.”

“That’s vaguely creepy. I can’t get an image of you walking around in my jeans, too short for your long ass legs, crying and calling out my name.”

“That is precisely what would happen.”

Eddie smiled and dropped his forehead against Richie’s shoulder. His arms wrapped around his waist. “You’re such a dork.”

“A dork who is going to make you breakfast and coffee.”

Eddie looked up at him, placing his chin against his chest. “I definitely need pants to eat.”

“Why?”

“Because spilled hot coffee and food is a lot less painful when there’s a layer of fabric between it and your thighs.”

“Fair enough.”

“I think I’m going to bypass the jeans. I’ll just run home real quick and grab some sweats.”

“Nope. I’m not letting you leave. I’ve got some you can borrow.”

“Your pants will be too long on me.”

“We can cuff them.”

“You’re really not going to let me leave, are you?”

“Not for even a second.”

Richie kept one arm slung over his shoulders as he led him back down the hall to his bedroom. Eddie had the sudden realization that he’d never actually been in Richie’s room before. In fact, it was the only part of his apartment he hadn’t been in. It felt weirdly intimate getting to see his boyfriend’s bedroom for the first time. Richie hadn’t been in his yet either. Every time Richie stayed the night, they fell asleep on the couch. A bad habit they had to break as it really wasn’t big enough for the both of them and they both woke up sore.

Inside was fairly cluttered but in an organized way. A stack of small plastic bins stood in the corner of the room, the top one missing its lid. The bed was made messily, the blanket wrinkled and slightly diagonal over top of the mattress. His dresser sat against the opposite wall with a big glass tank on top. Inside, Eddie could see Penny curled up in a cardboard tube. Richie went to the dresser and pulled open one of the drawers, making the whole thing shake a bit. Penny woke and stretched, emerging from the tube and going straight for her water bottle.

Richie crouched down in front of the tank, looking in at Penny. “Sorry Pen. Didn’t mean to wake you.” He turned back to Eddie, handing him a pair of red plaid pajama pants. “Think you’re ready to hold her yet?”

Eddie slipped into the pants, his eyebrows furrowing together. “I don’t know. Small animals kind of freak me out. I wasn’t allowed to have pets growing up. Not even a goldfish. Though I really don’t know how one could be allergic to goldfish.”

“She’s very sweet and has never bitten anyone.” Richie scooped her up and held her out between them. “If you hate it then I promise you never have to hold her again.”

Eddie watched her walk around Richie’s hand, switching between sniffing him and sniffing the air. Part of Eddie wanted to admit that she was actually very cute. It was just his mother’s voice in his head telling him this was a bad idea. Pushing that thought away, he took a deep breath and held out his hand. Richie practically beamed at him as he allowed Penny to crawl from his own hand to Eddie’s.

Her little claws scraped at Eddie’s palm, making him itch. His mother’s voice came back telling him the itch was because he was allergic, but he knew that wasn’t it. He really was allergic to wool and he knew the itch it caused when he touched it. This wasn’t it. This was just a tickle of her movements across his skin. Her whiskers increased the tickle as she sniffed his hand, moving up toward his wrist. Eddie stood still as a statue as she began to crawl up his arm.

Panicked, he looked to Richie who was simply smiling and watching Penny while he put on a pair of pajama pants he’d grabbed for himself. Eddie tried to make himself relax. This was fine. She was just a small animal who was curious about this new person, curious about the new smells. A small creature who made homes in the walls of homes and scavenged for food. And spread disease. Richie told him that wasn’t true, he knew it was just something his mother had told him, but the panic was building anyway.

“Ok, I think that’s enough bonding.” He said, his voice quivering.

“Ah, really?” Richie didn’t hesitate to lift Penny off Eddie’s bicep, placing her back in her home. “What did you think of her?”

“She’s...cute. Softer than I thought. Her claws tickle. I just need to get used to her, I think. Slowly.”

Richie leaned forward and captured Eddie’s lips in a chaste kiss. “I knew you’d love her.” His fingers trailed down Eddie’s arm until he was taking hold of his hand. “Come on, I’ll make breakfast.”

Eddie allowed Richie to pull him toward the kitchen. They both rewashed their hands in the kitchen sink after touching Penny and Richie gathered the things he needed for pancakes. It definitely went a lot better than the last time they cooked together, though there was quite a bit of batter dripped on the counter and stovetop. Richie refused to let him clean until they finished eating. Sitting at the little table in front of the windows with their food and coffee, Eddie rested his feet on top of Richie’s beneath the table.

“This room feels small with the fort.” Eddie said as he sipped his coffee, looking out the window.

Richie shrugged. “We can take it down. It served its purpose.”

“You don’t want to give me permission to clean.”

“Why?”

“Have you seen my place? You could perform surgery in my kitchen if you needed to. I like to clean.”

“What if I give you permission to help straighten up this room and the kitchen but nothing else?”

Eddie thought for a second, knowing well he’d have a hard time stopping with the two rooms. “Fine. Two rooms. Don’t complain when I have you down on your knees-”

“Dirty.”

“-scrubbing the floors.”

“Well you had me on my knees last night.” Richie winked.

A light flush bloomed on Eddie’s cheeks as he lightly kicked Richie’s leg. “That was your choice and you know it.”

“Hell yea it was my choice and I’d for sure do it again whenever you want.”

Eddie covered his face with his hands, putting his elbows on the table. Richie chuckled as he placed his hand on top of Eddie’s head and gently ruffled his hair. Embarrassing Eddie was becoming one of his favorite pastimes. He was adorable when his face flushed red and he couldn’t even look at Richie anymore.

When Eddie finally calmed enough to drop his hands, they finished their meal and set to work washing the dishes together. Since Richie didn’t have gloves, he did the washing and Eddie did the drying. Eddie was underwhelmed at the amount of cleaning products he had, but since he was locked in for the day, he had to make do. Richie kept a smile on his face as Eddie scrubbed the counters and instructed Richie to sweep and carry the trash to the shoot in the hallway. Richie was beginning to realize that anything Eddie did was adorable in his eyes.

He listened well, letting Eddie boss him around in his own apartment. When he deemed the kitchen clean enough, they began disassembling the fort. They folded up the sheets and Richie carried them to the linen closet at the end of the hall. Eddie’s blush returned as his eyes fell on the beanbags and he wondered how they would clean them. Obviously, they had to get them clean, but they were full of beans. How did that work?

“What’s wrong?” Richie asked, reentering the room. Eddie was just standing there, staring at the beanbag pile, pink dusting his cheeks.

Eddie startled, having not heard him come back in. He looked up at Richie with wide eyes. “We...should, um, clean them don’t you think?” He asked, pointing at the beanbags.

Richie’s face lit up with a smile. “Yea, we can wash them.”

“What about the beans?”

Richie knelt down next to one and unzipped the side. Inside was a second, white cover that contained the beans. “Bev made these when she had the same concerns about them being gross. She wouldn’t sit on them until she made them and knew I washed the covers.”

Breaking out of his haze, Eddie helped him remove the covers from the last two and they carried them down to the laundry room together. Richie held his hand on the way back up and with the beanbags taken care of, he was back into hyper cleaning mode. Richie swept the floor while Eddie cleaned the windows.

“Have you never cleaned these windows before? They’re filthy.”

“Uh...they clean them from the outside.”

“You have to clean the inside too, Richie!” Eddie said as he scrubbed. If Richie noticed the way his hips swayed as he vigorously moved his arm, he wasn’t saying anything. With the first window nice and clear, Eddie sighed and put his hands on his hips, looking over his shoulder with a grin. “Much better, right?”

Before Richie could respond, a bird flew into the window with a loud thud, dropping to the ledge. Eddie and Richie both jumped, and Richie ran to the window to stand with Eddie.

“Is it...dead?” Richie asked.

“I can’t tell. Might just be stunned or injured.”

“Should we call like a rescue?”

“I don’t know! I’ve never seen a bird do that before!”

“You see what clean windows get you, Eds? Dead birds.”

Eddie slapped his shoulder with the back of his hand, and both startled again when the bird moved. It turned from its back onto its feet and shook its head. It made some peeping noises, hopping in place for a second. They watched it closely until it finally took off, flying away without issue.

Eddie let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god.”

“You were almost a bird murderer.”

“Shut up, Richie.”

“Better listen to you, I guess. Next thing I know, you’ll be smashing my head against a clean window.”

Eddie whirled around and shoved the dirty rag he’d been using into Richie’s face. Luckily, Richie leaned back fast enough that he missed, and Eddie wasn’t quite able to reach his face with the position. Laughing, Richie gently wrapped one of his big hands around Eddie’s tiny wrists, able to make his fingers meet and overlap easily. He knew Eddie was small but was in awe of how little he truly was.

Eddie laughed as he pushed against Richie’s hold, trying to get him with the rag. Richie tilted his head from side to side, avoiding his assault. Eddie stood on his toes, determined to get him at least once. Refusing to let Eddie win, Richie ducked down while releasing Eddie’s wrists and wrapped his arms around his waist. In one quick motion, he lifted him up over his shoulder, one hand around his legs and one resting on his ass.

Yelping in surprise, Eddie dropped the rag with a wet squelch and grabbed handfuls of the back of Richie’s shirt.

“Let me down, Richie!” He laughed.

“Not gonna happen baby doll.” Richie said, slapping Eddie’s ass as he carried him back to the bedroom.

He dropped him on the bed, following him down and leaning over him on his elbows. Eddie’s entire face was red at this point and he was looking up at Richie with those big, brown eyes that made him melt. Richie raised one hand to gently stroke down Eddie’s cheek, his thumb running across his bottom lip and pulling it down as he went in for a kiss. Eddie tilted his head back against the mattress, his eyes fluttering closed and a soft whimper leaving his throat at the contact. Richie held his chin, pressing his tongue past his teeth.

Memories of the night before, of Richie’s mouth on him, combined with the kiss had Eddie dizzy. He could practically feel the blood draining from his head to go south. He could feel against his thigh that Richie was already hard and all he could think about what touching him.

Neither was fully aware of the phone ringing in the pocket of Eddie’s pajama pants. Obviously, both could hear it but didn’t quite register where it was coming from. It wasn’t until Richie shifted and felt it vibrating against his him that he realized. He broke the kiss and reached into Eddie’s pocket to take his phone and ignore it. Eddie snapped out of the daze he’d been in and wrapped his hands around the phone.

“Wait!” His face was panicked, and Richie immediately released the phone. His eyes were wide and he then he was pushing Richie away, sitting up and pulling his legs up onto the bed. “Hi mom.” He said, pressing the phone to his ear.

Richie sat beside him on the bed, pushing his hair back with one hand and pulling through the tangles. Eddie was chewing his nail, staring at a spot on the sheet intently. Richie wished he could hear the other side that had him looking so anxious.

“You said you would call me, and it’s been nearly a week and not a word! What on Earth have you been doing that you can’t take two minutes to call your mother? I’m all alone here you know.”

“I know. I’m sorry. My workload at school has been really cray this week and I just-.”

“You’d rather spend your free time with your friends than calling your poor lonely mother then?”

“No. Of course not. I-.”

“I see you went out to eat. Are you going to suggest that you went alone?”

Eddie closed his eyes and mentally berated himself for using his card instead of cash the night they all went out. “No, I was will Ben and Stan. Sometimes we get lunch or dinner together.”

“So, you can remember what you promised them but not what you promised me. If you’re that distracted perhaps, I should just come to see you.”

“I…I guess.”

“Good. Then I’ll be there tomorrow.”

“No!”

“Excuse me?”

“I-I’m sorry I just…I really am busy. I have a paper I need to write tonight and tomorrow.” It was a lie. He just didn’t want her to come while he was still injured. “What about next weekend?”

She was silent on the other end of a long moment and Eddie didn’t even realize he had twisted his fingers up in his t-shirt, clenching tightly until his knuckled turned white. He let out a breath of relief when she finally spoke again.

“Fine. But I won’t change my mind again. I’ll be there next Sunday.”

“Ok. I’ll see you then.”

“Remember to call me.”

“Yes mom.”

They hung up and Eddie felt tense and wound up. Richie reached across and put his hand on Eddie’s, still twisted in the fabric of his shirt. He released his grip and turned his hand over to hold Richie’s hand instead. Scooching his body around, Eddie moved closer so he could wrap his arms around Richie, pressing his face against his neck. Richie held him tight, letting him relax all of his weight against him.

“I’m sorry.” Eddie’s voice seemed to be trembling, slightly muffled against Richie’s neck.

“Hey, don’t apologize. We have all the time in the world to get hot and heavy.” Richie rubbed circles into Eddie’s back with one hand, the other carding through his hair, cradling his head. “Are you ok?”

Eddie nodded against his shoulder. “She wants to visit. I have a week to prepare but...she can’t know about…” Eddie’s voice trailed off.

“Got it. Next weekend we’re friends and neighbors and you’re as straight as a ruler.”

“I’m sorry.” Eddie said again, feeling miserable.

“Hey, I’ve had to play straight before. I get it. It’s fine.”

“I don’t think you should even meet her. She’s hates everything I do and everyone I talk to. I don’t want her to piss you off to the point you never want to see me again.”

Richie leaned back, away from Eddie, forcing him to lift his head. He then cupped his face between both hands, making sure he was looking at him. “Nothing and no one could ever make me not want to see you again. I spent too long pining after you to let you go now over your mother’s opinion of me. Got it?”

Eddie nodded, though his eyes were wet. Richie pressed a kiss to his lips and then pulled him back into a hug, dragging him onto his lap in the same breath. They stayed like that for a long while until Eddie was ok again. To make him feel better, Richie agreed to let him organize his room a bit. One of the bins in the corner was full of pictures. Eddie told him that he needed to organize them and put them in albums. He’d help him with it when he decided to get around to it.

When dinner time came around, they cooked together again and ate in front of the TV. Eddie helped Richie stuff the beanbags back into the freshly cleaned covers and they sat cross legged watching a show on Netflix well into the night. Eddie insisted he needed a shower before bed and declined Richie’s offer to shower together, face red and words stuttering. He was able to shower without the chair easily and Richie gave him more of his pajamas to sleep in before he too took a shower.

Freshly clean, they climbed into bed together, wrapped up in one another’s arms. Eddie knew he couldn’t make a habit of spending all his time at Richie’s, but he could easily get addicted to sharing a bed with him. The following day, Richie would have to work, and Eddie would wake up alone with a note beside his head telling him there was coffee in the kitchen. Eddie would sit by the window, watching the rain, curled up in a hoodie he stole from Richie’s closet surrounded by his smell. He could definitely get addicted.

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Venom Symbrock AU, Peter Parker, Babysitter Extraordinare, Home

“Your dads are going to kill me,’ Peter swang from building to building as the small symbiote clung to him.

“I got hungry!”

“WE HAVE FOOD AT HOME!”

“...not good food…”

“You know it’s a good thing you’re adorable or I would be really angry at you right now.” The teen sighed and he pressed an ear com link. “Hey Ned, I found Sleeper but I need a favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

“Think you can distract Mr. Brock and Venom long enough for us to get to the apartment?”

“Ugh, I don’t know if you’ve noticed this but we’re talking about a mutant alien that eats people. How do I do that?”

“Just use the Spider Drone.”

“Dude we just finished painting it. We don’t even know if the missile launchers work.”

“Ned, it’s literally that or being eaten by two pissed off parents.”

“Fair enough, probably won’t be that hard to find a giant black slime monster.” Peter turned to Sleeper with a look.

“You’d be surprised.”

~~

“Did we really have to eat that guy? All I can taste is his shitty cologne.”

‘We’ve had worse.’ Venom said as he sat at the top of the building, eating the leftover leg despite Eddie’s protests. 

“Hey what’s that?”

‘What-’ Venom didn’t get the chance to turn as something hit the creature hard in the side of it’s head. It was a little red drone with a camera attached. Venom’s hand reaching out and snapping the thing in half. 

“Fucking hate those things. That’s like the third one today.”

‘Fourth. Tired, we should go home.’

“For once, I agree.”

~~

“Shit, shit, shit, shit-” Peter climbed up the building as fast as physically possible. Plan, distract Venom had failed and for all he knew the dads could already be home and panicking by now.

‘If dads eat you, can I get your lego Death Star?’

“No!” Peter hissed and he reached the apartment floor. Looking into the living room window the teen let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, “Oh thank God.”

Peter crawled into the window, carefully placing Sleeper into his small plastic bed. As he did so, the door opened prompting Peter to dive behind the couch.

“We’re home,” Eddie called out as he sat on the couch where Sleeper was. “Kid?”

“Oh, ugh, down here Mr. Brock.” Peter called out from behind the couch. He turned slightly confused.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“You know, just getting ready to go out….superheroing and stuff.”

“Ah. Cool. Sleeper wasn’t too much trouble was he?”

“Course not! But I really need to go, bye!” Peter was already out the window before Eddie or Venom could interject.

‘Weird kid.’ Eddie shrugged as he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, switching to the news. Grabbing a bag of frozen tater tots Eddie grabbed one and almost choked on it when he saw his son and Peter on the TV screen.

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

Waiting by an Open Door | Carlton Drake x Reader

Trope Prompt: Fairy Tale

Words: 2053

Fandom: Venom

Summary: You search for your friend and fellow reporter, Eddie Brock, only to find a mysterious mansion where the CEO and founder of the missing LIFE Foundation had been cursed with a creature that will consume him entirely if he can’t find the cure. Beauty and the Beast AU

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You rolled up to the imposing cliffside and stopped at the deadend in front of a wide clearing that overlooked the ocean. You double checked Eddie’s GPS signal that confirmed that it was indeed coming from this location. The weather had been fair that day and it only seemed to grow cloudier the closer you went to the cliff. You slowly climbed out of your car, spinning around to take in your surroundings, hoping to see Eddie pop out with a sheepish grin, explaining that he had been chasing a lead but came out empty and was left without a ride back.

It was quiet on the cliffside. A gentle breeze brush through your hair, the smell of salt and earth and the impending rain filling your nostrils. You zipped up your jacket and trudged upwards.

“Eddie?” you called out.

Nothing.

You decide to walk closer to the edge of the cliff, taking in the view before you. Ever since you moved to the city for work, you never had the chance to explore and appreciate San Francisco. It was a shame, really. Growing up, counting down the years until you can branch off on your own and travel and do all the things that you want once you’ve got the means to do it, far from your small hometown where you never fit in, only to realize that it wasn’t that simple.

You wanted to be a writer, to create stories that would teleport your readers into another world as your favorite books had done to you. Instead, you became a journalist, exposing corruption and lies that had been buried, and reporting only the truth. That’s where you met Eddie Brock.

The two of you were wary of the other until you were partnered up to cover a story. You worked so well together, that you decided to help with the Eddie Brock Show. You couldn’t be in front of the camera, though. You didn’t have the right charisma for it like Eddie had. It was fine though. As long you had credit for it and that it made a difference.

Which lead to the current situation. Eddie heard of the unethical experiments going down at the LIFE Foundation that was rumored to still be on the very location you were standing on, only hidden. It had been days since he left to check it out without you. The two of you had an agreement to notify the other when any information was found during field research and you have yet to hear from him.

What happened to the LIFE Foundation was a mystery. It used to be this impressive, futuristic, modern facility built into the cliffside with an extension that reached the ocean. Carlton Drake, the CEO and founder of LIFE was a rags to riches story that newspapers and magazines like to eat up, especially with the breakthroughs he’s had.

A blackout occurred one night. Residents flooded emergency call centers and electric companies scrambled to find the source of the problem, but came out empty. And then, the power came back on. No one could find an explanation for it, maybe some old power lines that needed fixing, but was was even curiouser was the fact that the entire LIFE Foundation facility had vanished.

You were nearing the edge of the cliff, continuously trying to call Eddie, when something shot up from the ground. You stumbled back, lowering your phone slowly as you watch the dark gooey substance morph into a large gate that swung open, almost as if inviting you in. It was never a good sign of sanity to see dark goo moving around and forming objects in thin air, let alone seeing a wide rundown mansion with dark vines crawling along the walls, fog and dirt covering the windows, with a healthy and thriving colorful garden in contrast. What the hell is this?

You looked back at your car, then down at your phone where the signal was blinking straight ahead from your current location. You needed to find Eddie.

So, you did as anyone crazy enough to be best friends with Eddie Brock and stepped through the gate.

The gate slammed shut behind you and disappeared, replaced by a thick wall of greenery. The only way was forward, you guessed.

As you neared the building, you realized how alive those dark vines were, squirming and crawling and seemingly watching your movements. You went to open the front door when the vines quickly covered it and opened the door for you.

What should you do? This shouldn’t be possible in the first place, but the shock was keeping the panic at bay for now. Should you try calling Eddie again? You doubt he would answer. If he hadn’t done so during those million times you’ve called and texted him, it was rather unlikely he would right now.

The slam of the heavy front door echoed through the massive space inside. You clutched your phone close to you and crept forward, taking in the interior of the mansion. You heard whispering behind you, making your blood ran cold, convinced that you were caught. You spun around, but saw no one. Your heart picked up, hearing whispers on the other side of the room, then back at where you first heard them.

Were you hallucinating? Were there mercury fumes that LIFE had managed to obtain and experiment on?

“How the hell did she get in here?” a gruffy man’s voice whispered. You spun around again, trying to pinpoint the voice. All you could see was furniture and scattered objects around the room.

“Maybe it was one of the symbiotes,” a soft woman’s voice said.

“She’s here for that damn reporter,” the man growled.

Your ears perked up. “Eddie? Is Eddie here? Please, just tell me where he is and we’ll leave,” you begged, wanting to be out of this strange dream as soon as you could.

“No,” another man’s voice said from the top of the stairwell.

You whipped around to face the stairs, seeing a familiar man half concealed by shadows looking down at you with dark brown eyes. He wore a black suit with a high collar jacket underneath, his appearance clean and presentable in contrast to the mansion.

“You cannot have Eddie Brock,” he said firmly.

“Why not?” you challenged, stepping forward.

He fidgeted in his spot, the thought of retreating completely into the shadows seemed tempting for him. “Eddie Brock not only trespassed, but he also attempted to steal from me!” he said, his voice echoing down the stairs.

You squint your eyes, your feet carrying you towards the staircase. The man immediately took a step back. “You’re Carlton Drake, aren’t you?” you said, “What the hell is going on here? What is all of this?”

He remained silent.

“Look, just let me see Eddie and we can talk this through. He’s been missing for days,” you tried to reason with him.

The whispering started again, though it was sort of comforting to know that he could hear them, too, as his body language responded to their words.

“Just let her, Doctor Drake,” the woman’s voice said.

“Enough, Skirth,” the man, confirmed to be Carlton Drake, hissed under his breath.

“We can’t stay like this!” she hissed back.

Drake glared at the source of the voice, then sighed.  He inhaled sharply, then exhaled through his mouth slowly. “Follow me,” he muttered, finally walking into the light to reveal the surprisingly handsome CEO.

He lead you around the mansion towards another set of stairs that led downwards to a large basement. You slowly followed in after him, internally cursing yourself for not bringing any form of self-defense besides the lessons you’ve been having. You fell into the habit of looking behind you, almost hoping to see another person in order to put a body with the voice.

Drake turned on the lights, revealing a long corridor that led into a wide room filled with glass paneled chambers. You gasped when you realized there were people in them, many curled up in the corner of their chambers whimpering. Their eyes widened as they spot you, crawling over to the panel and banging their palms to catch your attention.

“Silence!” Drake ordered, breathing heavily as he tried to control his anger.

“(Y/n)!” Eddie shouted from the last chamber.

You ran passed Drake towards your friend, slamming your hands on the panel, looking for a way to get him out, “Oh, god, Eddie! What are they doing here? What is going on?” you demanded.

“(Y/n/n), you have to get away from him!” Eddie said, “He’s got a freaky parasite up his ass! And he’s been trying to get one in all of us as well!”

“Enough from you, Eddie Brock!” Drake snapped, stalking over.

Eddie pressed himself against the glass and laughed. “Or what? Gonna force that freaky parasite in me? Your subjects are dying! You think it’ll work just like that? You think the world won’t get suspicious about this company?”

“Eddie, stop! Doctor Drake, release him and everyone else,” you said, stepping in between them.

“A company founded on a mountain of bodies!” Eddie shouted, provoking him.

“Eddie!”

Drake growled, clutching his head as dark veins, reminiscent to the vines covering the mansion, crawled over his skin until it swallowed him whole. A slimy grotesque creature took over, his mouth opened in a cruel grin.

“I should have eaten you when you walked in,” the creature growled.

“You can have a go.”

“Please you two, stop it! Just released Eddie and everyone here, and I promise that the information won’t get leaked out,” you said, holding your ground, though on the inside, while you were scared for your life, the need to protect the others overrode that.

“A trade, then,” the creature said, his long tongue drooling out of his mouth, “You for the others.”

“What? No!” Eddie protested, banging on the panel.

“And what will I have to do?” you asked, ignoring Eddie.

The creature groaned, retreating back into Drake’s body. He shook, staggering backwards as he clutched his head, He took a moment to collect himself again, but when he raised his head, half of his face were covered by the dark veins like a grotesque lace mask.

“Help me get rid of this,” he said, a shaky hand hovering over the veiny half of his face, “and I will release you, too. I am bound to honor my words. I promise I will release them. Deal?”

You looked back at Eddie who pleaded with you not to do it, but you saw the others, weakened, disheartened, and possibly malnourished. No one deserves this type of treatment.

“Deal,” you said, sticking a hand out to him.

He grabbed it firmly and shook. The walls began to melt into piles of dark goo, giving the imprisoned a means to escape. They all laughed and cried, seeing the outside after who knows how long. They ran out with their arms wide, feeling the warm sun against their skin and the breeze caressing them.

Eddie looked over at the others and the car, then back at you. He didn’t want to leave you. He knew that he shouldn’t have gone alone, but his resource was sketchy and there was no proof that the LIFE Foundation was still there. Whatever thing is keeping the place together allowed only certain people to go through.

In all honesty, Carlton Drake hadn’t done anything to him. Yet. Maybe he would have if you hadn’t gone looking for him. He only knew about the experiments because of the other subjects trapped along with him, a pile of goo next to the bodies that didn’t survive the experiment. Even then, he couldn’t quite figure out what he was planning on doing.

“I can’t leave,” Eddie said, shaking his head.

You gave him a grim smile, tossing your keys to him. “Annie misses you,” was all you said before the walls reformed again.

Panic was starting to set in, you could feel it. Your heart beating against your ribcage and the tips of your fingers tingling while you began to feel lightheaded. Your body swayed until your legs gave out. Drake quickly caught you, carrying you up three flights of stairs to the guest room.