#bit of a longer one but Gareth was having feelings and i needed to let him have his feelings

[smeddiemunson]

(part 1 here) (part 2 here)

Gareth, in a feat of truly impressive self-restraint, lasted all the way through their band practise before asking.

The four of them packed into Eddie’s van. Gareth had ultimate dibs on the front seat since he’d known Eddie the longest, despite being in different grades. 

“So,” he said, breaking the expectant silence. “Steve Harrington?” 

Eddie groaned and let his head thunk against the steering wheel, not even flinching when the horn sounded. “Please don’t.” 

“Nah, man. It’s all good,” Jeff soothed as he leaned through the gap between the front seats. “We’ve not got a problem with it, but Harrington? Really? Not exactly your type.” 

Eddie laughed humourlessly. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

Gareth turned in his seat to share a loaded look with the two sat in the back as Eddie started the van. They were planning to find out the all of it.

“And you guys just don’t have a problem with it?” Eddie asked once they were well on the road to Loch Nora. “I know you don’t exactly have the best memories of him from school.”

Eddie tapped his fingers against the steering wheel in a rhythm that didn’t even match the tape that was playing quietly. He was nervous and Eddie hated being anything other than completely sure of himself. 

“You’re right, we don’t have the best memories of him, but the guy saved your life, Eddie,” Gareth reminded him gently. 

It was the worst phone call he’d ever received in his life. He couldn’t imagine getting another one like it. Wayne on the other end, breathing shakily as he told Gareth that Eddie was in the hospital, that he wasn’t waking up but that he was going to be okay and that he thought Eddie would really like it if his best friends, his brothers, were there when he woke up. 

It had been hard seeing Eddie like that, small, frail and paler than usual, no rings or battle vest, no Eddie. Steve and Wayne had been sat at his bedside, both just staring into the middle distance, when they had filtered into the room. Gareth remembered so vividly the sinking feeling that he felt at the quiet. Eddie hated the quiet, he was never quiet. 

And maybe it had been the wrong thing to do, to interrupt Steve and Wayne in such a way, but Gareth knew Eddie. Wayne, for all he tried, never really understood his nephew and Steve was clearly a new development.

So he started talking. He talked about school, about the assignment he was working on, and he talked about the girl that worked behind the counter of Camelot, and he talked about his mom chewing him out for almost crashing her car. Jeff and Grant, who knew exactly what he was doing, picked up the thread when it sounded like he was running out of steam. 

He just couldn’t stand to let Eddie exist like that.

Gareth owed him that much. Gareth owed him everything.

Eddie who had stood on lunch tables and made himself the centre of attention, the target, when Gareth couldn’t fight off the tears after getting an F on his history midterm. Eddie who got them their first paying gig as Corroded Coffin and pushed them all to take their music seriously. 

He joked about them being his sheep, but he wasn’t exactly wrong. 

“Yeah, man,” Grant doubled down. “We can’t hate him anymore. Without him you wouldn’t be here. And you trust him?” 

“With my life,” Eddie confirmed with conviction. 

“Then that’s good enough for us. It’s all water under the bridge,” Jeff concluded. “Now turn that fucking music up, I don’t want to cry in the back of your shitty van, Ed.”

Eddie cracked the music up with a blubbery laugh and all four of them yelled along with Ozzy for the rest of the drive.

The door to the Harrington house was opened before they even got out of the car. Steve stood there, excitement buzzing around him.

"Ed," Gareth stopped him with a hand on his arm before Eddie could scamper off. "Do they know about you?"

Eddie shook his head. "Only Buckley."

Gareth nodded once and jumped out of the van. He was still too short to climb out normally, and at seventeen, he didn't have much hope for a late growth spurt to help him out with it.

“You been waiting for us all this time, Stevie?” Eddie teased as he slammed his door shut.

Steve laughed, stepping out the door with bare feet on the porch so he could accept Eddie’s hug. He didn’t have a shirt on, pink scars on full display, and short yellow swim shorts on. It was nothing short of a miracle that Eddie still had the brain cells to flirt.

“We could hear you guys coming all the way up the street.” He explained as Eddie let go of him. “Ozzy?”

“Oh for fuck sake,” Jeff muttered from his place at Gareth’s shoulder. “How is Ed not seeing this?”

“He had to do senior year three times, dude.” Grant fired back from Gareth’s other side, but still not loud enough for Eddie or Steve to hear. “Steve could plant one on him right now and he’d still find a way to make it a just friends thing.”

Steve, having finally managed to pull his focus away from Eddie long enough to see his other guests, waved them over. “Come on in guys.”

Gareth made sure to share with Steve what he hoped past for a friendly, macho and athletic half handshake as he passed him to go through the door.

“Thanks again for having us. You really didn’t have to invite us,” Grant said, using the good manners his father taught him.

Steve clapped him on the shoulder. “No way, man. I’ve been trying to get Teddy to bring you guys over for ages. He talks about you all the time.”

“You talk about us, Ed?” Gareth asked with a shit eating grin. 

Eddie pushed at his shoulder, sending Gareth stumbling towards the open french doors. “Yeah and I’ll talk about Tammy Thompson if you don’t shut up.” 

Jeff and Gareth snickered together. They knew all about Gareth’s benadryl induced dream about Tammy Thompson because when he told them he was still half high on the same benadryl.

Gareth huffed but didn’t say anything. He didn’t doubt that Eddie would follow through with his threat if pushed. 

Out in the garden, it seemed that the party was already in full swing. There were scattered cans, Robin and Nancy were giggling together at something, and s portable stereo playing The Cure. 

Steve smiled shyly. “We got started without you.” 

His voice seemed to draw the attention of the other four people. They all stopped in the middle of their conversations. 

“Whoa, dude,” The guy with long hair that Gareth didn’t recognise said to break the silence. “Your cult looks super culty.” 

Gareth froze. Jeff and Grant did too. 

But Eddie, determined to always surprise them, just laughed. “Not a cult, my man.” He kicked his shoes off by the door (surprising how little care he paid them since he sulked for a week straight when Jeff accidentally scuffed them) and started making his way over to the sun loungers. “This the legendary Corroded Coffin. Gareth, Jeff and Grant.” 

He pointed them out each in turn then shucked off his shirt and started working the intricate handcuff clasp of his belt. 

Gareth pretended he didn’t hear the strangled noise that came from Steve’s throat. 

“And guys, this is Argyle. You know everyone else.” 

Gareth waved politely but awkwardly and it was returned by a chorus of ‘hello’s.

Once Eddie had divested himself of his jeans, the black swim shorts he had forced underneath them sitting starkly against his pale skin, he dipped back in his jeans pocket to pull out two perfectly rolled joints.

“I brought party favours!” He waved them in front of Argyle’s face how he would sometimes play with the stray cats that skulked around Forest Hills.

Grant groaned. “Eddie, you know I can’t afford weed right now.” 

Eddie scoffed at him. “These’s ones are on the house, Ad-Grant-age. This is a party after all.” 

Steve, somehow having forced himself out of the trace that Eddie’s torso had put him in, was the first to start moving. “You guys can change inside if you want. There’s bedrooms upstairs or the bathroom just past the kitchen. I’ll get some more drinks. Can we switch this tape?” 

The rambling did nothing to hide the redness of his cheeks. If anything it just brought more attention to them. 

“Your tapes are shit, Steveo,” Robin informed him happily. “But this one is also awful, so yes I will change it just for you.” She ignored Jonathan’s annoyed hey and beckoned Steve to follow her. 

Eddie settled on the sun lounger next to Argyle, already having pulled a lighter from somewhere. 

Gareth took that as his cue to drag Jeff and Grant inside to change. 

Jeff, as soon as they were out of hearing range, asked, “When has Eddie ever given us free weed?” 

Gareth shook his head. “I’ve known about this crush for less than a week and I’m already tired of it. We have to do something to get them together.” 

Grant narrowed his eyes. “You already have a plan, don’t you?”

He pushed them both towards the bathroom. “Get changed, our work starts today.”

(part 4)

[eddies-ashtray]

eddie is practically hanging off of you, his arms wrapped around you from behind, dangling over your shoulders. one of your hands is being held by both of his near the centre of your chest.

it wasn’t a big get-together: just you and eddie, most of the hellfire guys, steve, nancy, and robin. though you’re sure a larger crowd of people wouldn’t have deterred eddie from any PDA when he had alcohol in his system.

though you’re in the middle of a conversation with robin, eddie begins to smack loud, ardent kisses against your cheek until robin feels she has no choice but to cut herself off to acknowledge it.

“-totally disregard the closed sign on the door and bang on it until steve gives in and let’s them in! sometimes they’re just so-okay, i can’t pretend that’s not happening right now, what the hell is he doing?”

eddie didn’t drink like this often; he liked a beer or two, but weed was more his speed. it seemed to slow him down, whereas alcohol tended to speed him up. which, considering eddie’s typical excitable pace, he really didn’t need the alcohol to become more sociable or friendly.

but tonight he’d probably had one too many; having far too much fun challenging steve and gareth to shotgunning contests. you weren’t sure how he kept it down if you’re honest.

you smush your hand over eddie’s face to push him away gently, his nose squishing against your palm. he whines lightly against your hand, disgruntled that you’d interrupted his kisses.

“he’s just-”

eddie redirects his kisses to your hand now.

“-just a bit tipsy, is all.”

robin gives you a pointed look and then casts a glance at eddie who’s now kissing down your shoulder lazily.

robin looks back to you, quipping, “‘a bit’?”

“he gets like this when he’s drunk,” you explain.“touchy.”

when eddie suddenly bites into your shoulder playfully, robin says, “okay, well i’m gonna go get a soda from the kitchen while you deal with that.”

once robin leaves you and eddie in the living room, you question lightly, “eds, what’re you doing?”

eddie smushes his cheek against your shoulder, staring up at your face from a strange angle.

“just love you so much, wanted to”—he hiccups—“to kiss every square inch of you.”

you melt a little at that, though it was extremely sappy and not what you were asking.

“no, i meant-” you turn in his arms and eddie stays attached to you still, his hands coming down instead to rest on your waist. “rest” is a generous word though; really, he was grasping the flesh there like if he didn’t hold on to you tight enough you’d slip away. and if you’re honest, you think he might cry if you pulled away from him.

the second eddie’s glassy eyes are on yours, you continue gently, hoping that he’ll be better focused once you’re face-to-face, “i meant when you bit me, baby.”

“y’smell nice. like sooo nice. just wanted to take a bite,” he explains immediately like it’s simple (and it was to him), and then his eyes go almost comically wide as he asks, “is that okay?”

smiling softly at your completely wasted boyfriend, you brush the hair from his face, tucking curly strands behind his ear. eddie never takes his eyes off of you, staring into your face with so much love and admiration that you almost need to look away for a moment.

“that’s okay,” you reassure, kissing his red-tipped nose. he scrunches it at you in response.

and then, because you think that eddie biting you is probably a good indicator that it’s time to leave the function, you announce, “i think it’s time to go home though.”

eddie’s grip tightens on your waist as he gasps dramatically, goes, “don’t want you to go home yet. please stay longer, wanna be with you longer.”

you think he resembles a sad puppy.

smoothing out the crease between his brows with your thumb, you reassure, “i meant your trailer, puppy.”

he softens considerably at that, and asks quietly, as if in awe, “my trailer is ‘home’ for you?”

eddie is bursting with emotion, feels like sunshine somehow entered his chest to allow flowers to bloom in the spaces between his ribs.

he can only hug you tightly. you don’t tell him that anywhere he is is home to you because you’re sure he’d never let go of you again if you said so. though you’re not sure that would be such a bad thing. you hug him back just as tightly.

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pt. 1

pt. 3

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[wontontrap]

Feast for Kings | Part 1

【 Eddie plays with your pussy in front of Steve before letting him have a taste

【 18 +

【 fuckboy eddie | cuck eddie | bully eddie | steddie x reader

【 content warnings: voyeurism, exhibitionism, manhandling, cuckold behavior, mean!eddie, bully!eddie, dub-con turns into consent, reader has established relationship with Eddie

【 Part II | Prelude

The party had ended just an hour earlier, and only the three of you remained holed up in the camper belonging to Eddie's neighbors. They were "old heads" as Eddie put it - hippie types that didn't mind he and Steve hotboxing the hell out of it.

"They were probably at Woodstock!" Eddie always says with revel and a bit of jealousy.

You on the other hand lay down on the small bed in back trying to catch some semblance of a snooze. Normally by this time of night you'd be at home cuddled in your bed, or on Eddie's couch. Sweet uncle Wayne wouldn't allow you to sleep in his bed while he was present in the house. Of course, you thought, he must know you sleep together when he himself is out all night or out of town. You shudder to think how disappointed in his nephew he'd be if he found out some of the things you let Eddie do to you when you're alone.

You'd had enough of listening to them kid and laugh behind the paper thin partition. Unable to snooze, and with uncle Wayne out for the night with a lady friend of his own, you set your mind to coaxing Eddie out of the camper and into bed with you.

Slowly, you opened the partition to the bedroom, peeking your head out. Eddie was wildly talking with his hands, joint hanging from his lips, Steve doubled over in laughter. You stepped out into the small corridor and they both turned to look at you.

"Did we wake you?" Eddie asks. Beside him, Steve recovers from his fit of laughter.

"No, I couldn't sleep. I was just lying there."

"Well, sweetheart, that is one of your many talents," he says.

You give him a sheepish look. The kind of sheepish look that lets him know you need him in that way.

He passes the joint to Steve and walks over to you. He plays with the hem of your skirt as he talks to you in a hushed tone.

"You need me, huh?"

You nod your head, a faint blush creeping onto your cheeks.

"God!" he exclaims. He goes on even louder, "You are so cute when you're embarrassed!" He punctuated those last few words enough for Steve to catch onto the private conversation. He turned to look at you both.

Still playing with the hem of your skirt, Eddie started to drag it up with the tip of his finger. In your feeble attempt to swat his hand away, you accidentally flashed your pussy. Steve began coughing and stood up, quickly turning around so you could right yourself. You smoothed your skirt down compulsively. This wasn't your plan for the night.

Eddie's new found love of showing you off in the most obscene ways was something you were still getting used to. Even the bullying turns you on. The first time Eddie offered to share you with Gareth you could've died of embarrassment right there in the Hellfire room, but with Gareth pounding into you from behind and Eddie fucking your throat, you no longer cared about anything, let alone feeling embarrassed at your boyfriend's newest kink.

"God, Harrington, I love this woman. No panties!" he exclaims, before lifting your skirt all the way up to your stomach.

Eddie laughs as you struggle to cover your self once again. Steve was still turned away, but you were feeding into the game now and starting to get really turned on.

Eddie grabs you by the waist, manhandling you through the corridor and flops down onto one of the motor home's vinyl couches, taking you with him. You land on his lap with your dignity in tact for the moment.

"What's the matter, Harrington? All those nice young ladies you must've conquered as king of Hawkins High and you're scared of a little pink?"

"Well, there was only ever-"

"Turn around asshole! I can't hear you!" Eddie barks.

"Chill out, man!" he replies. He turns around and starts again, "There was only ever Nancy and it was kinda dark, you know."

Eddie laughs hard.

"You mean to tell me you've been in a pussy, but you've never seen one? Not even in a porno mag or anything?"

"You know I don't read that shit, man." Steve replies.

"They're not for reading, idiot." Eddie says, giving him the finger.

"Need to get you a girl like mine," he continues, "I mean, look at this shit."

You fight for only a second as he pries your legs apart, keeping them there with his own. With his legs caging yours in, and his left hand around your throat, he uses his right to flip your skirt up once more and spread your pussy open for Steve. He turns away quickly again.

"Ah, ah, ah! Turn around, buddy," he scolds.

Steve turns around only for a moment, meaning to tell him that this wasn't funny, but he can't help glancing at it.

"Don't do this to me, Eds, that's your girl" he says.

"This girl?" he sarcastically asks, "Nah, man, this is our girl."

You were starting to become feral for the situation. The intimate exposure. Eddie enveloping you. Steve's attempted chivalry.

"Oh? What's this?" Eddie asks you, "Is somebody enjoying this?"

He ran his fingers up your slit, gathering your growing arousal.

"You want me to dip into this little honey pot right in front of Harrington?" Eddie asks you.

A small moan escapes you. "Yes," you say softly.

"So fucking filthy," Eddie rasps before inserting a finger into you.

"Oh my god," you squeal, laying your head on Eddie's shoulder. He lets go of your throat. Steve's eyes now fully on your pussy growing wetter by the second, with Eddie's finger inside you to the hilt.

"Let's give Stevie here an anatomy lesson, sweetheart," he says, removing his finger. He takes his left hand and pulls back the hood of your clit.

"See," he says, "sometimes it's hiding from ya."

With your clit fully exposed, and with a small amount of pressure. Eddie starts to rub his first two fingers over it at punishing pace.

You start to breathe heavily, panting. He's locked you into this torturous embrace and you struggle to close your legs, the overstimulation too much. You feel your orgasm coming as your stomach begins to tighten. You love what Eddie's doing to you, you always do, but you focus on Steve now sitting across from you on the other vinyl couch, hand down his pants and eyes hungry.

"Be a good girl and show Harrington your little trick," Eddie says.

Just as you're about to cum, Eddie sticks two fingers in you, curling them, while his thumb presses down on your clit. You squirt onto Eddie's leg and the carpeted floor below.

"Gotta love the water works!" Eddie says with a smile.

His smile quickly fades noticing the pent up Steve before him.

"C'mere, Harrington," he says. Steve hesitates.

"It's not a suggestion, motherfucker, get over here and get down on your knees." he orders him.

Steve complies and looks from your eyes to Eddie's.

"I'm guessing you've never eaten pussy, huh buddy?"

"No," Steve replies.

"Chop, chop big boy, I got our girl all hot and ready for you. What are you waiting for?"

You gently stroke Steve's face with your fingers.

"C'mon, Steve," you say sweetly, "it won't bite."

Your participation earns you a low chuckle from Eddie.

Eddie reaches out, putting his hand on the back of Steve's head and guiding him toward you. You flash Eddie a mischievous look and a slow smile paints his face before shoving Steve's head right into your aching cunt. You cry out, reaching for Steve as well, you and Eddie now both holding his head - your cunt suffocating him.

You wished you could see the three of you. You on Eddie's lap, legs spread wide. Steve lapping at you like an animal, you and Eddie roughly holding his head in place.

"It's the fountain of life, Harrington. Drink up."

Steve tried his best but it was obvious he had never done this before and needed practice, even with Eddie roughly guiding him.

"That's enough." Eddie says. His right leg was free with you having squirmed to his other, and he kicked Steve square in the chest with his right foot, heavy boot almost knocking the wind out of him.

"I gotta do everything around here..." he says, trailing off.

He picks you up as he stands, and immediately throws you back down on the couch. He positions himself in between your legs, exposes your most sensitive nerve, and latches onto you. You scream. You look over at Steve who now has his cock fully out. He's jerking himself hard, staring at Eddie's face buried in your soaking wetness. The slurping sounds that Eddie's making mixed with the slapping sound of Steve abusing his cock are absolutely obscene and turn you on even more. You pull your top down to play with your own nipples, exposing your pierced tits. Eddie looks up and groans, still attacking your clit. Steve lets out a pitiful moan, having never seen a pair of pierced tits in his life. Eddie had done them for you in the trailer with ice and a hot needle and it was his new favorite thing about you.

"C'mere," you softly said to Steve.

He crouched down, still jerking his now slick cock, and wrapped his mouth around your hard nipple. You moaned and Eddie stopped his assault to give that low chuckle again.

"Alright!" Eddie suddenly exclaims, giving your pussy three quick slaps. You cry out again.

"Let's settle you up, sweetheart," he says again.

Again with his first two fingers he begins to finish you off after all those minutes of teasing you with only his tongue. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling and twisting, all while his other thumb abuses your already sensitive clit. Steve still has his mouth around your nipple and his jerks start to become erratic as his body curls inward, stomach starting to hollow out.

"I think Harrington's gonna blow, baby!" Eddie says, a wide grin on his face, "Why don't you help him out?"

While Eddie brings you to the edge you reach your hand down and start stroking Steve's aching cock. Knees spread he uses his newly free hand to squeeze your other tit, while still suckling the first. You and Steve cum together. His body shook as you used his cum to violently jerk him through his huge orgasm. Eddie was clapping and hollering as you two lay spent. After a few moments of silence, you hear the distinct sound of Eddie's cuff belt being unbuckled.

"Get the fuck up Harrington," he tells Steve, "It's my turn now."

[jo-harrington]

Freaky Friday - A Stranger Things Story (Part 1)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Eddie and Steve (Enemies to Friends)

Summary: Eddie thinks that Steve has everything in life handed to him on a silver platter (including his new girlfriend who Eddie has a crush on). And Steve just can't believe that the kids look up to Eddie the Freak, or that he lives his life without giving a single fuck.

Must be nice. But you know what they say, the grass is always greener.

Warnings/Themes: AU with no Upside Down. Body swapping, dark magic/alchemy, unrequited love--some crushes at least, Babysitter Steve, No Upside Down means slightly still King Steve, unresolved feelings, manipulation/deception, Reader gets a nickname (Honey), no Y/N if I can help it, no smut in Part 1 but liable to be in other chapters

Note: After a very hot and fast suggestion by @shiftingtherain, this mini-series was born. And instead of working on Store Manager Verse like I wanted to, here we are. This part is a little shorter...it's the intro, sue me. Next few parts will be a tad longer.

Credit for the header partially goes to me for the design and the logistics but I was tired, so I may have borrowed gifs from @emziess and Netflix itself as a jumping off point (with permission from Emzies and Netflix is a corporation so they can rot). I can only do so much guys, I also had to write this thing too.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

If Eddie never saw Steve Harrington again in his life, it would still be too soon.

He didn't always indulge in rentals from Family Video—if it was too cold and wet to have band practice in Gareth's garage, or if he was having an especially bad week at school, or if he needed something a little more realistic than the illustrations of Heavy Metal magazine to help him satisfy his needs—but today just had that special feel to it.

He'd gotten a B on his math test, Rick had been feeling a little under the weather and let Eddie make the rounds to his usuals for a sweet little cut, and he had found a dusty old book about alchemy and occultism at the library that was going to help him put the finishing touches on tomorrow night's Hellfire session.

For all of that, Eddie thought a little reward was in order.

A little Dark Crystal, a little pizza from Lou's, a little weed...he'd be having the best Thursday night.

Except...

For the past twenty minutes, he'd pretended to hem and haw over the selection of movies just so he could glare across the store at the counter, where Steve stood, flirting and making grandiose promises, with you.

He burned with jealousy, and God, it took almost everything in him not to gag as Steve reached across the counter to slyly hold your hand. And everything else for his heart not to break as you just let it happen.

Eddie didn't know how or when or why this started—when Harrington had gotten his claws into you and how he had managed to charm his way into your heart—when it should have been Eddie instead.

Eddie'd had a crush on you for years but had always been too nervous to do anything about it.

You were a year younger than him, and friends with his pal Mickey's younger sister, so he'd seen you around quite a bit. Smart and funny and pretty; maybe not as unpopular as Eddie was, but certainly not in the running for homecoming court or whatever other social hierarchies were in place at Hawkins High either. He figured...you know, maybe once he got to senior year he'd get the courage. Maybe take you to prom or something; who wouldn't want to go out with a senior?

But he'd gotten the notice from Higgins that he wouldn't be graduating with the rest of the Class of '84 and it really put a damper on his plans.

He had been hopeful again the following year, actually had a few classes with you and sat with you for partner work when no one else wanted to work with him, when they laughed at him. You weren't even afraid to go up to him in the cafeteria to ask a question, or walk with him in the hall if you had to go in the same direction for your next class. You'd talk about assignments mostly, but he savored every little fact he could learn about you. What books you'd been reading, the fact that you watched Svengoolie on Saturday nights—just like he did—or that you'd had some squabble with Mickey's sister over a scrunchie of all things and were no longer speaking.

But Eddie knew how bad his grades were—somehow even worse than the year before—and aside from the work you did with him, he knew it wasn't gonna be enough for him to graduate. So he wasn't gonna put himself in the position for you to laugh in his face—not that you would but...just in case you did—by asking you out.

He thought you would disappear from his life after you graduated. Get the hell out of Hawkins the way everyone else wanted to. But no. You took a few classes at the community college and worked the dinner shift at Benny's a few nights a week. You'd been there every Tuesday night, when he and the guys grabbed food after their gig at the Hideout. The usual booth reserved, drinks already poured by the time they sat down, and their usual orders already written in your little order pad.

You usually gave him extra whipped cream on his slice of cherry pie too.

The guys always urged him to ask for your number...but he never did. How could he? Even if you were stuck in this town the same way he was...he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

And now...here you were, listening to Harrington talk about some great surprise he had planned for your third date the next day.

Eddie wondered why you hadn't screamed in outrage when Steve mentioned how much Nancy Wheeler had liked it when he took her to this mystery place. He would have definitely expected you to at least flinch at the mention of his ex-girlfriend's name.

"It sounds really great," you said instead, smiling and nodding. "I get out of class at 3 on Fridays...should I be here around 4?"

"4 is perfect, honey," Steve grinned.

Eddie couldn't stand to hear whatever sickeningly sweet goodbye you both would come up with so he just grabbed whatever tape was in front of him and approached the counter. You and Steve both flinched when Eddie slammed his selections down on the counter to be checked out.

“Uh…I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bye Steve,” you muttered, eyeing Eddie with a half-smile that felt a bit sad. “Bye Eddie.”

"Bye honey."

“Bye honey,” Eddie mocked once you were out the door, then turned back to Steve. “You gonna try and make goo goo eyes at me next Harrington? I don’t have all day.”

“Jesus Munson. What’s up your ass?” Steve scoffed, grabbing the tapes.

“I’m just trying to get my videos and go.” Eddie rapped his knuckles on the counter. “Not really interested in the kind of customer service you're trying to provide."

Steve wondered what the likelihood of getting fired would be, if he just punched that smug look right off of Munson's face.

Keith hated the guy too, he always left the Adult section looking like a mess. Maybe Steve would get a promotion instead.

For years Eddie roamed around Hawkins being a general menace with his gaggle of friends. Causing trouble, shouting at people, making faces at old ladies. He’d gotten “taken in” to the police station one too many times but always seemed to make it out without actually being arrested. Which baffled Steve; Eddie was a drug dealer for crying out loud.

And yeah, Steve had even asked him to come and deal at a party or two but…people like that were bad. Simple as that.

Even after all of that, after you got past the “bad boy” persona….he was a fucking nerd. He wasn’t even cool like the bad boys in movies were. Steve felt like someone was tricking him the first time he had walked past the Hellfire Club’s table in the cafeteria. For all the leather and chains and band tees—all the talk of satanic rituals and blood sacrifices—there was sure a lot of talk about elves and…and bards and Star Wars.

So it shouldn’t have been a surprise to Steve that the kids would flock to Eddie by the time they made it to Hawkins High.

But it had been. A huge shock.

His unexpected little gaggle of morons…weren’t really his anymore.

Steve had dropped Dustin off on the first day of school and said “don’t get into any trouble.” Even made Robin promise to keep an eye out for him. He expected the kid to…join the mathletes or something. Get roped in with the science nerds.

But by the end of the week, the kids were all clamoring about how they would need to reschedule movie nights with Steve so they could go to Hellfire club with Eddie.

Steve couldn’t understand it. Eddie was a freak, a punk, some good for nothing…and now the kids were suddenly following him like he was some sort of prophet. Spreading the word of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

See? Steve could do the nerd talk too when he wanted...thanks to Dustin.

Who, much to Steve's annoyance, was apparently Eddie's biggest fan. The guy could do no wrong in Dustin's eyes, and it really irked Steve.

Will and Lucas were spending Saturdays at the library—not for homework, but for research because apparently Eddie really liked incorporating mythology into his campaigns. (Whatever that meant.) Mike was growing his hair out because "Eddie's hair was cool.” What about Steve, whose literal nickname was The Hair? Shit, he'd even seen Eddie give Max a ride to school on a few occasions when he was late dropping Robin off. And he knew Max and her mom had been having a hard time since her step-dad skipped town and Billy...

Steve knew some of the town gossip about Eddie was just a bunch of bullshit...but if Max Mayfield was cool with him?

Yeah, he just couldn't help but be suspicious of the guy.

Regardless, the sooner Steve could get him out of the store, the better his night was gonna get.

...actually...

"That's gonna be $10." Steve announced dryly.

"Woah, $10?!" Eddie scoffed. "I have a membership."

"Since when?" Steve asked, hands immediately landing on his hips.

"I use one every time I'm in here."

"Yeah you use Reefer Rick's."

"So?"

"New policy," Steve lied, hoping it would get Eddie out of his hair for a good while. "No sharing memberships outside of your family. Last I checked, your last name isn't Lipton. So you either cough up the $25 for a new membership Munson, or the $10 for your rental. What's it gonna be?"

Eddie grumbled and dug his wallet out of his pocket, slamming the money on the counter.

"Any candy?" Steve asked mockingly before grabbing the cash.

Eddie grabbed the tape and grumbled under his breath as he exited the store.

Yeah, Steve wasn't gonna be dealing with him any time soon.

For a second though, as he went to start processing returns, he wondered...

If Eddie was in some ritualistic cult...what kind of curse could he possibly put on me?

But that was a dumb thought to have.

Eddie's night just went down hill from the minute he left Family Video.

He didn't notice that they'd given him the wrong pizza at Lou's so now he was stuck with some specialty veggie pie with broccoli on it, the tape he had grabbed indiscriminately had been some artsy foreign romance crap, and just now he'd just spilled Dr. Pepper all over his Hellfire notebook.

"Fuck," he shouted as it spilled over the side of the coffee table and onto his sock-clad feet. He couldn't give a shit about the carpet, he could even ignore his wet socks, but his notebook. Weeks of work, planning and toiling over the most sadistic campaign.

He liked to keep all of the notes of Hellfire's completed campaigns, a sort of...record for future kids to look back on and reference. And now this specific masterpiece would be lost to memory.

He cleaned everything up as best he could before making a quick trip back to his room for an extra notebook or something he could use to salvage his plans for tomorrow's session. He had always been really bad at...keeping spare notebooks on hand. Even the ones he'd used for class always ended up covered in his drawings or notes, little bits and ideas of dialogue he could use for speeches or NPCs.

The best he could find was his math notebook from last year which, surprisingly, sat relatively untouched.

Eddie knew why: that was a class he shared with you. And as he opened to some random mostly-empty page, he saw his little scribbles in the margins surrounding half-faded, penciled-in algebraic equations. Daggers and hearts and his and your initials intertwined together.

It was the one class where he would never encounter partner work with you, so he felt compelled to fill the pages with his daydreams instead of fantasies and lore. You would never see it.

"Well," he huffed as he dropped back down onto the floor and slapped the notebook onto the coffee table. He grabbed his pen and scribbled over the drawings on the page. "Now that she's with Harrington, no use living in this fantasy. Fuck, I was stupid, so stupid to ever think she would want anything to do with me."

He grabbed the dusty old alchemical book from the library and found his place, staring at old sigils and runes and text indiscriminately until he came upon one that looked too perfect for the campaign. Concentric circles, arcane lettering, angular lines...

While Eddie would usually use a clean page for something like this—something he would hand off to his players—he drew a copy of the sigil onto the page and planned to rip the edges off, maybe singe them with his lighter to make it look more authentic.

He kept staring at the still-noticeable doodles beneath the pen scribbles and his heart ached a little in his chest.

Yeah, he would definitely want to burn those too.

By the time he was done copying the sigil, a wave of exhaustion overtook him and he glanced down at his watch.

It wasn't much later than he usually went to bed on a weeknight...

He stared at the half-ruined notes for tomorrow's session that he still needed to rewrite and sighed.

"Fuck it, I'll just redo them in the morning." He got up and stretched his arms over his head. "I can just sleep in tomorrow. Skip class. Show up for Hellfire. Who cares anymore.”

He put the rest of the pizza in the fridge for Wayne and then headed to bed, only to be plagued with dreams of scribbled out love hearts, movie theater candy, guitar solos, and big red gum.

When Eddie woke up the next morning, he felt...honestly felt like he was floating on a cloud. Every muscle in his body felt looser, yet somehow tighter at the same time. His skin felt tighter, like it wasn't right, like it didn't fit somehow, it was suffocating him.

He must have died but he wasn't quite sure if this was heaven or hell.

His eyes burned and blurred slightly as he opened them and what he saw was...unexpected.

Gone were the off-white walls, his posters, the piles of his crap, and that concerning patch of probably-mold in the corner of the ceiling. Instead there was a sturdy ceiling, plaid-papered walls, and matching curtains?

Eddie groaned and rolled over.

What the fuck was this place?

There was a slam of a door somewhere that practically shook the walls surrounding Eddie and as he sat up, he found himself only wearing...briefs? He didn't wear briefs.

This wasn’t his bed, wasn’t his room…wasn’t his… body?

He looked down at his chest, his arms, his hands…his fingers weren’t right, he didn’t have this many freckles and moles, he didn’t have…abs, if that’s what you could call the slight definition on his torso. Still it was more than his body had ever had. His skin…was itchy and mostly hairless.

Eddie reached up and touches his hair—shorter than he was used to, not curly…at all—then his face, as if that was any indicator to what he—

“A mirror!” He exclaimed. His voice…sounded familiar, but different. Fuck what kind of dream was this?

Because it had to be a dream right? It had to be. How else did he wake up in someone else’s body?

He pushed himself out of the bed, walking slightly off-cadence, which…yeah probably came with the territory of your brain needing to get used to a new body. Fuck…was his brain even his brain or did his mind just get transported what was happening?

Ugh it was too early to think about that.

Eddie slowly cracked the bedroom door open and peaked into the rest of the house. He spotted a bathroom just across the way, otherwise…shit, this place actually looked a little familiar. Where the fuck was he? Who the fuck was he?

He quickly crossed the landing into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. He heaved a breath and leaned back against the door for a moment to calm himself; his hands were shaking and felt cold. Could he even feel his fingers? Nice to know the occasional nervousness that snuck up on him at his lowest moments hadn’t been left behind in his old body, that they’d followed him to this one.

His body…would it still be in his bed? What if he really had died and…had jumped into his new body? Was this reincarnation?

Fuck, if he was dead…Wayne would find him. Could he even…see his uncle again? How could he ever explain who he was?

Eddie felt the tears prick his eyes and his throat tighten and he slapped his face a few times.

“Come on man, come on,” he muttered. “It’s not that bad. It’s only…mildly awful. Fuck, ok. Just go, just look, just…rip it off like a bandaid.”

Eddie took a deep breath and nodded, then crossed the short distance to stand in front of the sink. He stared at his new feet, wiggled his new toes. You never…appreciated the toes you had until you have new ones.

That was awful and you’re an idiot. Just look.

Eddie closed his eyes again and turned his face up towards the mirror. He could do it. He would do it.

He opened his eyes.

“Jesus H. Christ!”

Steve woke up feeling like absolute shit. Everything ached—like he had pulled a muscle or something by sleeping crookedly—he had awful cottonmouth, and he had inhaled…some yarn or something because he woke up coughing and gagging until he got the intrusive strands out of his mouth.

“Gahh, shit, shit,” he said and scratched at his throat. He sounded hoarse. Ugh was he getting sick? He’d have to ask his mom to bring home some soup or something.

Could he call out of work? Shit he had to take Robin to school. She could walk today, he felt awful.

Steve blinked his eyes open and took in the unfamiliar popcorn ceiling with growing concern.

He looked around at the…piles of garbage and the cracks in the plaster walls partially covered by band posters...and felt the rise of panic grow within him. He tried to recall the night before.

He’d wrapped up his shift at Family Video, gone home and had a rare dinner with both of his parents, then…felt extremely tired and went to bed.

So how did he end up here…wherever here was?

This was a kidnapping; it had to be. He was…drugged—explained the cottonmouth—and kidnapped. And now someone was holding him for ransom or something to…blackmail his father? Thomas Harrington was kind of a dick sometimes, sure, but still…he was a pretty decent guy. Who would want to blackmail him?

“H-hello?” Steve called out. “Anyone there? C-can anyone hear me?”

There was some shuffling outside of the door of the room.

Thankfully Steve wasn’t tied up or anything. God, what kind of kidnappers were these? He quickly glanced around the room for a weapon of some sort and he immediately spotted...

A guitar? A few guitars actually. Man these kidnappers really liked music huh?

One was a weird shape--he'd seen some hair metal bands use guitars like that in magazines, but he'd never seen one in person--and was a mottled red color. One was just what you'd expect when someone said "electric guitar." And one was acoustic and looked like it could pack a real wallop.

Bingo.

Steve pushed himself out of the bed and immediately jumped because whatever had been in his mouth was on his shoulders now. He reached up to grab it: hair. Long, wavy, messy...knotty and frizzy. Like it hadn't been brushed for days, maybe weeks?

And his arm, sticking out from whatever t-shirt he'd been put in...was lithe and weak and there were tattoos. On both arms. A creepy claw hand and a bunch of bats.

What was this? How long had they held him hostage for? No wonder they didn't feel the need to tie him up! He'd been knocked out cold.

He needed to get out of here. Now. He needed to get home.

Steve crossed the room to grab the guitar when he noticed it. At first he thought it was another person. But no, it was just a mirror...and in the mirror...his reflection.

Only it wasn't...his reflection.

It had startled him and he had jumped. Then he moved his arms a little and watched the figure in the mirror mimic him. Over and over.

A wave, a turn, a funny face.

He couldn’t believe it. This had to be a joke. A dream. A nightmare.

Because it was him, his reflection. But it was not his—Steve Harrington’s—reflection.

It was Eddie Munson's.

[roanniom]

Attention

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie is cocky during a session of Hellfire and it makes you need him - now. 

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: NSWF, 18+ ONLY, unprotected PIV sex, relatively dom!Eddie (Eddie is a lil mean to reader but it’s what reader wants from him and he knows that), dirty dirty DIRTY talk, tiny bit of orgasm denial, drug use. Don’t judge me if this makes no sense, I was high when I wrote it but Eddie would be proud. 

Hellfire has been different since you and Eddie graduated high school. You’ve been taking classes at the Hawkins community college while he works at the local record shop, but your Thursday nights have been dedicated to keeping the D&D dream alive. You all have been meeting in Gareth’s basement now that the club is no longer school affiliated. But one thing that hasn’t changed is the effect Eddie has on you as dungeon master. 

You sit in your seat across the table from him and watch him shout at the group from his throne. He voices every NPC intricately - with complicated accents and unique inflections. He flails his arms as he gesticulates. He pulls weird faces and jumps up as often as he sits down.

But most importantly, he’s the cockiest son of a bitch to ever live. 

And when he engages with you, in particular, he’s sexy as sin. 

“Care to roll a charisma check, princess?” he asks you after you attempt to question a particularly prickly guard. 

“Not wisdom?” you ask sweetly, hopeful that you could roll for the ability for which you have a higher number. 

“Don’t think I don’t know you’re flirting, baby. Got to make sure you’re convincing,” Eddie says lowly, gazing at you over steepled fingers. You frown and let out a huffed exhale. 

“Dustin flirted with that barmaid and you didn’t make him roll for shit,” you point out while Dustin raises his hands beside you in a ‘why bring me into this’ pose. 

“That’s because Henderson is shit at flirting. He didn’t need to roll to see if the barmaid was uncharmed, her panties solidified into a chastity belt of their own accord.” 

“Hey!” Dustin defends weakly, though he doesn’t try to argue further. You narrow your eyes at Eddie across the table. 

“You’re doing this because I’m the only one with tits at this table, aren’t you.”

All of the younger boys cringe and look away, groaning audibly. But Eddie doesn’t break eye contact with you. Instead his smirk grows. 

“I’m doing this because you’re the only one with tits,” he agrees, cocking his head to the side as he lets his eyes drag down from your face to your body and back. “And because I know for damn certain you don’t have a chastity belt yourself.”

The other boys shout out Eddie’s name in alarm and reproach, but you barely hear them. You’re too distracted feeling blood rushing to your ears and other places with the insinuation. His eyes are dark and his voice is deep and he leans back in his chair comfortably. Legs spreading open a little wider on his throne - completely at his leisure as you find yourself squirming and beginning to sweat under his gaze. 

“So I need you to show me what you can do, princess.”

~*~

An hour later and the session is over, with the party only narrowly escaping capture at the hands of the guards. But the success of the session is far from your mind as you rocket down the dark country road in the passenger seat of Eddie Munson’s van, poured all over his frame in the driver’s seat, kissing his neck and fondling his package even as his foot grows more leaden on the gas. 

You’d rolled a natural 20, essentially eviscerating any concern that your flirting wasn’t charismatic enough. The boys had cheered and Eddie had waved towards you, unnervingly pleased by this roll which should have inconvenienced him, urging you to roleplay whatever flirting it was that would be worthy of a crit success. 

You’d unbuttoned the top few buttons of your shirt, completely ignoring the gasps from the younger players. Leaning forward with eyes only for Eddie, you’d pulled your arms in close - demurely even - knowing that it pushed your tits closer together to create an eyeful of cleavage. 

Eddie doesn’t even remember what you’d said, his hearing pretty much zonked out after that. But as rattled as he was, he kept his cool, allowing his smirk to simmer into something even darker. When it was clear you’d finished making your case, Eddie had roleplayed as a seduced guard, providing you and your friends with safe passage into the tomb beyond. 

As a result of that success, however, Eddie had cracked down even harder on all of you for the rest of the session. He barked at Mike and refused to so much as bat an eye when Lucas begged for mercy after a shitty roll. More than once you caught him staring at you while other players completed the actions for their turns. When he was caught looking, he never shied away. Never broke the eye contact or tried to pretend like he hadn’t been looking. 

Because he had been looking. And he wanted you to know. 

When the kids had all piled out of Gareth’s basement, the two of you had headed straight to Eddie’s van. Your friendship had always been flirty - bordering on inappropriate - but the dam had finally broken a few weeks ago after a memorable night of getting high in his trailer while clandestinely helping him prep for the new campaign he was currently running. Eddie didn’t want the boys to know you were getting special treatment - and you didn’t want to put up with their predictable discomfort - so you had kept things low key, meeting up in secret. 

But today you’d barely waited for the last boy to bike out of sight before pouncing on Eddie in his van. 

Your hands had gripped his face and pulled you to him across the center console, mashing his mouth to yours with an aggression with which he’d only just started becoming accustomed. You hadn’t had much time to yourselves since things had started up between the two of you - a quickie in the arcade bathroom. A quiet hand job with Wayne in the next room, a whispered dirty phone call in the middle of the night. But tonight you were done with the distractions. Done with patience and done with waiting. 

“I want you right fucking now,” you moan into his ear, hand on the side of his neck to keep a hold on him. Eddie’s eyes dart from the road and back to you. 

“As much as I’d die happy getting to make you cum, I’d rather not crash this van, princess.” he says with a husky chuckle, whipping the vehicle around a turn. “I’m going to want to be able to do it about a million more times.”

“Then pull over and make me cum now!” you practically whine. Your hand slides over his upper thigh but he catches it before it can reach his crotch again. 

“I’m not fucking you in the van again,” he says with authority that rings through your brain like a bell. “I’m taking you home.” He brings your hand to your own thigh and pushes it to rub circles into your skin. “I’m going to fuck you on my bed like you should be fucked. The way I want to fuck you.”

You huff and pout but secretly his words have you positively aching. 

You don’t protest again until you’re both through the door of his trailer, your arms slung around his neck, when he reaches for his black pail. 

“Are you not going to - ,” you’re already accusatory and he laughs smoke into your face. He pulled out and lit a pre rolled joint.

“Of course I’m going to fuck you. But I’m also going to enjoy this,” he says around the joint, taking another deep inhale before holding it up to your lips. You take a grateful drag and feel him tug you into his room and close the door behind with a definitive snap. 

Eddie divests you of your clothing one piece at a time and it is agonizing. You try to grip at him with greedy fingers but he holds you down by the wrists, keeping you in place. But that just makes you want him more. The casual way he can control your body reminds you of the casual, cocky control he had over the Hellfire session and your panties grow even more damp. Just in time for him to peel them off of you. 

“This pussy is positively dripping, princess. Who is it all for?” His fingers glide through your wet folds deliciously. 

“The fucking pope,” you huff out, rolling your eyes to distract from the way your chest is heaving. He’s kept you waiting and he still has the nerve to tease you more? Eddie gasps theatrically, pulling his hand away from your cunt fast enough to make you whine. He makes the sign of the cross between you with the hand that glistens with your slick. 

“I hate to break it to you, babe,” he says, smirking before putting his slick-soaked fingers into his mouth, sucking and releasing them with a satisfied pop. “I don’t think he’s going to be able to help you with this.”

“Oh no?” you ask, biting your tongue to keep from laughing at his stupid joke. He leans forward and kisses the taste of you onto your lips. 

“No. But he does have that cool staff, cane thing. Maybe he’ll let you use it to get off.” 

You slap him hard on the chest and pull back. 

“Eddie, that thing has a fucking cross on it.” Your laugh is more affronted squeal than anything. Eddie shrugs. 

“So?”

“You are suggesting that I…fuck myself on a cross?” One of your hands flies to cover your mouth as your voice dips into a whisper, unsure if you should even say that last part. 

“Baby it’s just dirty talk. It’s theoretical,” he reasons, not even missing a beat or seeming one bit deterred by your words. He peels your hand from your mouth and kisses your wrist. “Theoretically I think you should be able to fuck yourself on whatever you so choose.” He begins kissing his way up from your wrist to the crook of your elbow to your shoulder to your collarbone. “I would, however, like to volunteer my services in the matter.”

“Oh yeah? You have something better to offer me than the papal staff?” you ask teasingly, beginning to melt in his arms under the force of his lips, suctioning as they were to your neck between his words. 

“Princess. I’ve got your staff right here. And I can promise you it’s better than old John Paul whatever-the-fuck.” As he says this Eddie grabs your hand and places it on his crotch so you can feel his ridiculously solid hard on through his jeans. You bite back a moan, knowing you still need to get the last word in. 

“John Paul the second,” you correct, and Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, should I really be worried you want to fuck the pope more than me?”

“Eddie,” you interrupt his dramatics by grabbing his face with both hands. “Shut up and fuck me.”

It’s a mad scramble of teeth and lips and flailing limbs as Eddie lunges for you and you do what you can to ride out his fervor. Your fingers dig into his biceps, holding on for dear life as he picks you up and manhandles you onto the bed. Finallyfinallyfinally giving you what you’ve been begging for for the better part of an hour. 

With his jeans discarded on the floor, Eddie is now skin to skin with you, chest to chest. He takes both of your breasts into his hands and pushes them together, dropping his nose to plunge into the crevice he creates. 

“How dare you dangle these tits in front of me during Hellfire,” he says, voice muffled by your breasts. His lips latch onto your flesh, suctioning so deeply you know you’ll have a mark. He releases you and looks up at you with shining lips. “You’re a fucking minx, you know that?”

“Yeah. And you’re a tease, Eds. Come on, I want it.” You’re pouting now. Something you’ve never done with any other guy before. But Eddie’s smile and voice and hands and being have got you acting funny. They’ve got you feeling funny. He makes you want to strip yourself bare and throw yourself at him - beg him to do with you what he will. To use you like an object and leave you shaking and writhing beneath him. 

He must see all of that in your eyes as he bears down on you because his smile widens dangerously.

“Oh princess. What’s gotten into you? You used to be a good girl.” He says this while lining the tip of his cock up with your entrance, swiveling a teasing circle against the weeping hole. “Now you’re begging the dungeon master to give you his cock.”

“I want it,” you repeat, though your voice is starting to sound feeble to your own ears. One of his hands grips his cock for more dexterity and he drags it up and down, drawing a line up the length of your slit, tapping your clit each time he reaches it. 

“I guess you were never really a good girl, let’s be honest,” he chuckles, ignoring your plea. He taps your clit with the head of his cock, more deliberately this time, and you whine. “Even all those years when we were just friends, really you were wanting this.”

It’s not exactly true and you know he knows that. Eddie’s just high and horny and talking shit and you love it - and what’s worse is he knows you love it. He knows you’re so turned on right now because he was so in charge during the Hellfire session and it boils your blood in more ways than one. 

“Will you please fuck me, Eddie,” you try one more time, putting all your effort into speaking intelligably. 

“Well since you ask so nicely, princess,” he says with a smirk before sinking all the way into you in one smooth, gut-wrenching motion. 

“Ohmygod Eddie,” you gasp at the intrusion an he leans down to settle into the juncture of your neck. His lips press into your throat and you feel your body melt, feel it accept him inside you even deeper. 

He finds a steady rhythm gradually, working himself and yourself up to a healthy pace. His thrust bring his body flush against you and you hold onto him for dear life as the pleasure mounts in your abdomen. 

This is what you’d been wanting What you’d been needing. 

One thrust lands perfectly, finding that spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head. Your strangled moan makes him laugh against your skin. 

“Yeah, baby? Yeah?” he asks teasingly in response to your wordless sounds. You weren’t capable of speech a second ago, so you’re not sure what he assumes teasing you will produce. It sure isn’t anything comprehensible, because now you’re muttering slurred amalgamations of expletives and his name. 

“Next time you try to tease me during a session, you should get exactly what you deserve, princess,” he whispers then into your ear. A shudder runs through your body, making you clench around him and making his hips stutter in turn. He bites down into your shoulder before resuming his whispering. “Should send everyone out of the room and fuck you then and there on the table.”

Oh god. 

He’s been fucking you for a while at this point, building building building just to slow his hips enough to pull you back from teetering on the edge. But now you find yourself getting lost. Find your head lolling back against the pillows, eyes out of focus. 

“Because this is what you want, isn’t it? My full attention? Huh?” 

You crane your neck up blindly, trying to kiss him. He leans forward just enough for your mouths to touch, but your panting is so ragged that without his effort, your lips just mash against his sloppily. He laughs into your parted lips. 

“Baby’s so desperate. Like’s when I’m mean while DMing and while fucking her.”

“Yes!” you confess on a gasp and he rewards you by swirling a finger over your clit, throwing you off the edge. You cum on his cock violently and it seems like a release of more than just the tension built up over the last few weeks. You’re finally getting what you wanted and he’s right - it was his full attention. 

“Jesus fucking christ you’re so beautiful,” he says on a cracked voice. His thrusts turn sloppy and you preen at the idea that your cumming could have such an effect on his impending orgasm. 

“Don’t…” you struggle to catch your breath but you push through to speak. “Don’t say the lord’s name in vain.” And suddenly Eddie’s laughing so hard it’s got him hissing with how close he is to bursting inside you. 

“First the pope, now the lord. Since when did you get religious on me?” Eddie’s breathless. Flush and sweating and you know he’s close. Can feel the pulse of his cock and know the end is near. 

“What can I say? Being fucked by you is a religious experience,” you reply before clenching down on him as hard as you can. He sees stars and suddenly he’s cumming inside of you in big shuddering spurts. You accept all of him, peppering kisses on his throat and jaw as his cock finishes twitching and filling you with his spend. 

He collapses down on you, but for only a moment before rolling over to lay beside you. He hasn’t dismounted you for more than two seconds, though, before he’s pulling you in against his body. His nose nuzzles into your hair and he inhales a deep shuddering breath. 

“That enough attention for you?”

You duck your head out from under his chin to look up at him with mischievous eyes. 

“I’ll probably need more soon. Hope you’re up for it.” Your tone is casual, but your smile is a challenge. Eddie leans down and nips at your bottom lip. 

“Anything for you, princess.”

~*~

I’ll be honest, I can’t tell who to tag for just random Eddie stuff vs. who just wanted to be tagged in Show Me parts, so this is who I think wants to see this: @millenialcatlady​ @sacklerscumrag​ @theoncrayjoy​  chaoschaoswriting  copycatkillerfics @cowboy-kylo​  lassie-bird  softpshycopath  katsukis1wife  spookyreidd 

[rosewaterandivy]

i. incandescent glow

summary: have you ever been so alone you spend the day confusing a man in a coma?

pairing: assumed e.m x reader, eventual s.h x reader

warnings: my blog is 18+ MDNI; mutual pining, yearning, miscommunication, poorly-wired idiot signals, vague nineties vibes, asshole-ish rockstar eddie, best friend & store manager steve, drug abuse, comas and hospitals, found family, hop and wayne knocking sense into people, eventual smut, schmaltzy rom-com goodness, mention of thanksgiving, christmas, and new year's holidays

w.c.: 8.2k

a/n: when I say that writing this kicked my ass, I'm tellin' you I had a rough time. @bettyfrommars this flannel-wearing Steve is for you especially! Please enjoy & I hope y'all like it 🥹

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Steve hadn’t planned for his life to amount to this, he’d simply blinked and found himself in a new decade, still rewinding tapes at Family Video. Granted, he’s district manager now and has several stores in the area he’s responsible for. 

Meanwhile, Eddie got the hell outta dodge and Corroded Coffin actually made something of themselves. Two albums under their belt and a forth-coming world tour after the holidays, and, more recently, a cover on the Rolling Stone. Ed had called him up once it was all finalized, “Can you fuckin’ believe it man?!”

And, Steve loves Eddie, so he could actually believe it. He tries and fails to keep his jealousy at bay, Ed is one of his best friends for christ sakes. Steve is happy for him, he really is, despite the revolving doors at rehab centers dotting the west coast, late night calls from strangers because Munson passed out in someone’s bathroom again. 

He is, after all, Eddie’s emergency contact. Gareth approached him after the second stint at rehab and suggested it, thought it would be the best all things considered. Steve readily agreed and signed the forms, kept his pager on him, and dutifully smoothed things over when Eddie’s benders got a bit too much.

So, he’s rewinding tapes when his pager goes off. He glances at the number and drags the phone across the counter. Nestling the handset between his shoulder and cheek, he punches in the numbers and shoves the tape in a plastic case to be shelved later.

“Hello, this is Hawkins Memorial Hospital. How may I direct your call?” a kind, if perfunctory voice recites. He can hear the hustle and bustle of the hospital waiting room, muted conversations and the ringing of phones.

“Hi, this is Steve Harrington. I received a page from this number regarding Eddie Munson.” Steve eyes the clock, he’s on closing shift by himself already having sent he employees home to celebrate with their families. 

“Yes, one moment please.” The receptionist places him on hold, allowing Steve to rewind a couple more tapes and sort them for shelving. “Mr. Harrington?” the line roars back to life, no longer the receptionist, but the doctor in charge of Eddie’s care instead. “Mr. Munson came into the hospital unresponsive but breathing, he was revived by a…” He rattles off a name that Steve has never heard before. “His, fiancée, as I understand it.”

Steve feels the floor sway under his feet.

Eddie.

With a fiancée?

“She’s here now and in a bit of shock, as you can expect. Since you’re his emergency contact, we wanted to alert you of his current state as well as get any contact information for family and friends that need to be made aware.”

“Oh, uh, sure.”

The doctor continues to relay that they’ve elected to place Eddie under a medically induced coma for the time being, to allow his body to flush the drugs from his system before assessing for any further damage. 

Steve is transferred to a medical assistant who takes down Wayne and Hopper’s information. He figures between the two men the job will get done, but let’s be real, it’ll be Joyce that activates the phone tree and calls the kids, and he plans to swing by the hospital later that evening once he’s closed up.

Grabbing the stack of tapes and begins to shelve them with a shake of his head. It would be just like Eddie to get engaged and not be fucked to tell anyone. Returning to the counter, he fiddles with the cuffs of his flannel shirt— Robin got it for him the last time she swung through town, insisted that Steve’s wardrobe needed some serious upgrading and all but thrust it upon him. 

“It brings out your eyes,” She said, leaning against the wall outside the dressing room. Her worn boots kicked against one another, half of her reflected in the mirror while Steve assessed. 

“It’s brown.”

“And gold!” She turns him around to press down the collar and pop the first two buttons of the shirt open. “It’s color theory man, just trust me on this, okay?”

Which is how Steve found himself the new owner of several flannel shirts of varying hues. And boots. When he complained it was all too lumberjack-like, Robin shushed him and continued to flirt with the cute check-out girl. 

But that had been months ago. It was coming on Thanksgiving now and his two best friends had been too busy traveling or showing art pieces to even call. He doesn’t mind, not really— well, he tries not to. Steve gets it, people are busy, things to do and people to see. 

The remainder of his shift goes by slowly. Kids home from school, families coming in by the dozen. Steve manages to complete a few menial tasks in between customers, throws on Planes, Trains and Automobiles just to have something on in the background.

He’s helping a regular when his pager beeps again, this time flashing Robin’s number. The door dings as they leave and Steve’s already wedged the phone to balance against his shoulder once more as he leans and elbow on the counter.

“Eddie has a fiancée?!” is the thing she screeches down the line. “When the fuck did that happen? Harrington, you’re supposed to keep me aware of these things!”

He signs and scrubs a hand down his face, “I’m his emergency contact, not his guardian.”

“Have you met her? What’s she like?”

“I don’t—”

“I got the first flight out of the city. Which means I had to go to LaGuardia blech,” She makes a gagging sound down the line. “Jonathan’s picking me up now from Indy. Oh my god, is she pretty?” Robin pings between her travel plans and hypothesizing about Eddie’s girl, “I bet she’s a total knock-out, knowing him. How did they meet? D’ya think she’d pose for me?”

“Slow down there, killer.” Steve laughs, “Might want to meet the girl first before propositioning her.”

She huffs a laugh, “You’re right, of course. She’d probably think I’m insane or something. What would I do without you Stevie?”

“Probably scare off more chicks than you already do.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself Harrington.” Robin’s laugh is loud and warm, soothing something in his gut. “I’ll see you tonight, dingus.”

“Sure, stay safe. Call me later, bye.” He places the phone back in its cradle and has half a mind to check the room behind the curtain, just in case some teenagers slipped past without him noticing, but then the phone rings.

“Thank you for calling Family Video, this is Steve. How may I help you?”

“Uh, hi.” A voice says down the line, small and tight. You introduce yourself, quickly followed by, “I’m at the hospital, with, uh Eddie?”

“Oh! Hi, how’s he doing?”

“Good, still in the coma.” 

Steve can hear some voices filtering through the mic, loud and familiar. 

“So, Hop and Wayne made it? That’s good.”

“Yeah, yeah, Joyce too. The kids are here too, I guess? It’s all a bit overwhelming.”

He huffs a laugh, “Yeah, I can only imagine.” He occupies himself with the slinky on the counter, much preferring to hear your voice than deal with the families that just walked in, ten minutes to close. “You holding up okay?”

An intake of breath, “Mmhm.” 

It’s a feeling he knows well. 

You’re overwhelmed by all these people you’d never met, on top of the fact that your fiancee is in a coma. Steve feels like shit, having you handle all of that by yourself. If he hadn’t stupidly sent the mid-shift employees home early, he would have been there to help you navigate it all.

“Joyce wants to know if you’re coming by after work. If we should wait for you,” You say after a beat or two of silence, “Or if you’ll just meet us at the house for Thanksgiving tomorrow?”

Steve rolls his neck in an effort to relieve the built-up tension there, bones popping, he rubs a hand at the nape of his neck. “Could you put her on real quick?”

He listens as the phone changes hands and Joyce’s comforting voice intones, “Steve?”

“She’s freaking out.”

“What?”

He sighs, “The fiancée, she sounds like she’s in a bad way.” He checks out the straggling customers, “Don’t wait on my account. I’ll see Ed after I’m done here.”

“Okay, Steve.”

“Does she have a place to stay? I know Rob is crashing with you and Hop—”

Joyce laughs, “We’ll have a full house I suppose. I can put Jonathan on the couch or something, don’t worry about it Steve.”

“Right. Okay.” He gives the final customer a smile and wave as they wish him a happy holiday. “I’ll see you later.”

Hanging up the phone, Steve walks to the door to turn the lock and flip the sign to ‘closed.’ He lingers against the door, resting his forearms against the bar, watching as the snow falls against the dark sky. Wonders how it is that just from the sound of your voice, he felt himself falling not unlike snowflakes outside.

Earlier that day

Turns out, landing the Corroded Coffin interview was not the boon to your career you thought it would be.

Maybe you’d set yourself up for failure. And it didn’t help that you had one big, fat embarrassing crush on a member of the band. Generally, being a fan of the artist coupled with the tendency to romanticize things in your mind only led to disaster.

Or, in your case, attempting to revive the frontman of the aforementioned band on the bathroom floor. 

Eddie Munson was unresponsive at your feet, a panoply of pills and baggies scattered across the floor. Having no time to think, you launch into action— checked for breathing and finding none began CPR followed by chest compressions, all while yelling for help.

Gareth is the one to find you, compressing Eddie’s chest with your two hands in between administering two breaths after every 30 counts.

“Call an ambulance!”

You can’t even bring yourself to feel sorry about your tone, harried and frantic, as he stumbles out to call 911. Thankfully, the paramedics are quick. One paramedic asks, “You’re his fiancée?” 

Dumbly, you nod, too in shock to register what’s been said. Someone guides you down the steps and into the front of the ambulance strapping you in with a seatbelt. He can’t just die, you reason, not when Corroded is just taking off— a world tour in the new year and a cover story with Rolling Stone. 

Your editor would have your head if something were to go wrong. Munson was notoriously picky with interviews and reporters, it was a miracle they’d approved you for the job. Rumor has it that he’d have much preferred Nancy Wheeler, but the board wasn’t keen to bring in a free-lance reporter for the job.

Somehow, this would be your fault.

Arriving at the hospital isn’t any better. Gareth and the other band members stayed behind to call management and see what was to be done about Eddie, and made you promise to call them once you’d arrived at Hawkins Memorial. 

Nevermind that you’re alone in a town you’d never stepped foot in before today. And all at Eddie Munson’s behest.

They rushed him off past the swinging double-doors, out of your reach. Stepping to the front desk, you ask the receptionist where the nearest pay-phone is, and she offers you one of the hospital phones instead. 

Dialing the number hastily scribbled onto your hand, your fingers brush along the plastic keys listening for the trill of the ring down the line. 

“Hi, Gareth? We made it to the hospital, they took him back with a team of doctors and nurses.”

“You didn’t go back with him?”

“It’s family only, I think?” You scratch the back of your neck nervously. “It’s not a big deal, I can stay in the lobby until you get here.”

“Yeah, that’s gonna be a while…”

He goes on to explain that their team has to meet and discuss next steps. The band can’t leave until they’ve done so and their manager asked them to stay put. 

“That’s shitty.”

He hums his agreement. 

“And I’m just supposed to stay here by myself? I don’t—”

“That’d be great, that is, if you don’t mind,” Gareth interrupts. “They’ll call his emergency contact soon enough. But we’d really appreciate having someone we know there until then.”

“Oh, okay.”

He thanks you for being so cool with all of this and says his goodbyes. With a short smile, you hand the phone back to the receptionist. Heaving a sigh, you drop your head into your hands and lament, “I was gonna marry him.”

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie’s attending nurse overhears you and recalls how the paramedic who brought him in said something about a fiancee. Turning toward you, she places a delicate hand on your back. You jump with a start and look up.

“You’re the fiancée, right?”

“Wh–”

“It’s okay honey, he’s doing fine. I’ll take you back there now.”

Allowing yourself to be guided by the kind nurse as she prattles on about something or other, you wonder how to get yourself out of this. No one was going to buy that Eddie Munson has a secret fiancee. If he was awake, he’d probably laugh you out of the room himself.

But, as it was, they’d placed him in a medically induced coma to let the drugs work their way out of his system. A small miracle, that. The doctor briefs you on his status, all of which flies directly out of your brain, too focused on how small he looks in the bed. Tubes dripping fluids and machines whirring or beeping every so often. Tattoos a stark contrast to the pallor of his skin, a sharp relief against a marble canvas. 

A medical assistant approaches you and asks about an emergency contact or the contact information of family and friends. 

“I don’t–”

The dazed look in your eye must give something away because the assistant attempts to pat your back comfortingly before saying they’ll check his personal effects.

The nurse, impossibly kind, rests a hand on your shoulder, “Let him hear your voice, honey.” 

Her shoes squeak along the tile floor as she leaves. There’s a brief reprieve where you’re left alone with Eddie in the hospital room. The nurse and medical assistant flit in and out occasionally, making notes in his chart here and there. But you’re transfixed by the man in front of you— beautiful and impossibly out of reach. He was even before the interview, you rationalize, but now he’s even more so. It’s bittersweet, almost, makes you want to reach out and hold the hand at his side, silver rings glinting in the fluorescent lights.

“Hi,” You greet. “I bet you’re wondering what I’m doing here, huh?” You take the seat closest to him. “Well, I didn’t really get a chance to introduce myself, so here it goes.” Taking a sip from the coffee the nurse left to fortify you, you recite your full name. “And I think you should know your family thinks we’re engaged. Never been engaged before, so this is all very sudden for me.” You huff a laugh and roll your eyes, “Um, what I really came here to tell you was, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“I don’t know what to do,” You continue, a quasi-one sided conversation and therapy session all in one neat package. “I’m just a reporter for the Rolling Stone. And if you were awake, or hell, even if Gareth were here, I wouldn’t be in this mess. Oh, god not that I’m blaming you.” Your hand finds his arm briefly before you jerk back as if stung, “Shit, sorry.” 

“This is not how I pictured my life going, to be honest with you. I thought when I did get engaged, I’d at least have the luxury of knowing my fiancé, or y’know them being conscious at least.” You sigh and take another sip of shitty coffee, “Don’t get me wrong, I love my life— I’ve got a great job and apartment, I get to travel and write for a living. It’s definitely not a bad gig.”

“It’s just, I never met anyone I could truly be myself with, y’know? Laugh with, and I mean ugly laugh with a snort and witch cackle. D’ya ever believe in love at first sight? No, probably not, you’re too rock and roll for that. Or have you even seen someone, and you knew that if only that person really knew you, they would…”

Thinking back to your Corroded Coffin research and tabloid perusals, you sigh. “Of course, they would dump the perfect model that they were with and realize that you were the one they wanted to grow old with.” You shake your head, realizing how ridiculous you sound, talking to a man in a coma who probably can’t even hear you. Your voice falls to a hush, “You ever fall in love with someone you’ve never even talked to? Have you ever been so alone you spend the day confusing a man in a coma?”

“No? Me neither.”

There’s the sound of shuffling of feet echoing from the hallway, followed by a relived: “Oh, there he is.”

A voice startles you from the doorway, deep and masculine, albeit out of breath. A tall, broad man steps into the room quickly followed by a shorter woman and a lankier man. The first addresses you, “You must be the fiancée, I’m Jim Hopper.” He holds out his hand in greeting.

You shake his hand, palm engulfed in his larger one. 

“This is my wife, Joyce, and that there is Eddie’s uncle Wayne.”

“He’s so pale,” She laments, crossing the room to his bedside. “Oh, my god.”

You nod to each of them, dropping your hand from Hopper’s. He studies you and you feel like squirming under his gaze, he’s still in uniform but sets his hat on a nearby chair. Great, just what you needed, a police chief to sniff you out.

Grabbing your things, you ready yourself to leave. “There’s been a misunderstanding. I should—”

“Nonsense,” Joyce says from opposite of you, she brushes a few strands of hair away from Eddie’s face. “The kids’ll be here soon and they’ll want to meet you.”

Wayne claps a hand to your shoulder, warmly giving it a squeeze. 

“The doctor said you found him and gave him CPR until the paramedics arrived?”

“Oh, um, yeah.”

“They say the only reason he was breathing when they brought him in was because of you.” His voice is hoarse, he coughs into his fist and clears his throat. “Thank you, for that.”

“It’s what anyone would’ve done.”

He squeezes your shoulder once more, “Not necessarily,” and moves off to sit in one of the chairs. 

“The doctor should be back soon,” You say, sitting beside Wayne. “He said the vital signs and brainwaves were looking good.”

Joyce nods and shoots you a smile, making idle chit-chat while the rest of you wait for the kids to arrive. There was some concern over Wayne and his heart condition, doesn’t take to shocking news too well, as you understand it. But who are these kids, Eddie’s kids? You didn’t recall coming across any mention of a previous wife or children in your research, but there are stranger things for rockstars to get up to than having a secret family you suppose.

It’s only when Wayne nudges you with his foot that you realize Joyce has been calling your name, “Where are you staying?”

“Oh, a hotel for the night.” You say softly, “I have to get back to New York soon.”

“Well, I won’t hear of it.” Joyce says looking to Hopper, “She’ll stay with us, won’t she Jim?”

He looks back at his wife and seeing her steely resolve, he knows better than to argue with her. “Sure, you’ll spend the holiday with us.”

Damn.

“Oh, we should see if we need to wait for Steve,” Joyce notes, just as a gaggle of people walk in. “Hi kids!” She stands quickly to greet them, their names coming too fast for you to keep up. A man and woman about your age bring up the rear, Joyce hugging them in turn.

Quietly, you step out to collect yourself. After taking a few breaths, you spot the medical assistant from earlier and flag him down for the emergency contact information. He scribbles a name and several phone numbers on a scrap of paper, “I would try this one first,” He points to the middle number, “It’s the work line, I think.”

“Great, thank you!”

Entering the room again, Wayne introduces you as Eddie’s fiancee and rescuer, to whoops and hollers. The younger woman lets out a wolf-whistle and drops you a wink, causing the heat to skitter underneath your skin. Making toward the phone, you dial the number and read the name on the paper.

Steve Harrington.

“Thank you for calling Family Video, this is Steve. How may I help you?”

The rich baritone of his voice, strong and deep, brings a quiver to your knees. Stumbling your way through an introduction, you make disastrous small-talk and wave Joyce over. She takes the phone with a smile, pushing you lightly toward the assembled group where the young woman, Robin, takes you under her wing.

“Fiancée, huh?” She asks with a quirked brow, to your noncommittal shrug. “Hmm.” Her eyes sweep toward Eddie, “I think you can do better,” She jokes with a wink.

Wayne drives you from the hospital to the house, graciously stopping by a grocery store along the way because you didn’t want to show up empty-handed. You make quick work of the deserted aisles, grabbing the necessary ingredients for pumpkin and pecan pie. He helps you to load the bags in the back of the truck and softly croons along to Woody Guthrie as he drives along the icy streets.

A comfortable silence sits between you. Wayne Munson is a man of few words, which is fine by you. The less opportunity for talking yourself into a hole, the better. He comes to a stop in front of a two-storey house festooned with Christmas lights. He carries your bags from the truck into the house, promising Joyce that he’ll be back tomorrow for Thanksgiving. Joyce rolls her eyes fondly and turns back toward the kitchen, leaving the pair of you in the entryway.

You rock back on your heels uncomfortably. Before you can make your escape, Wayne’s hand falls to your shoulder again kneading gently. You glance up to find his watery eyes and quiet smile; he pulls you in for a brief hug. “Thank you sweetheart,” He sighs, followed by a sniff, “I don’t know where he’d be without you, or where we’d be for that matter.” Giving you a final squeeze, he releases you and calls out a goodbye to Hopper and Joyce, shutting the front door behind him.

“Hey kid,” Hopper says, leaning against the bannister. “Join me outside for a minute?” He shrugs into his coat and nods toward the front porch. “Lemme grab my smokes, I’ll meet you out there.”

Well, shit.

It takes everything in you to not give in and pace along the icy boards of the porch as you wait. He’s figured you out, you know he has, and now he’s going to kick you out and you’ll have to call a cab and get back to the hotel before booking it to the airport first thing tomorrow.

“I know you and Munson aren’t involved, kid.” Hopper shuts the front door with a soft click, “Heard you back at the hospital talking to him.”

Your blood goes cold and you know there’s no way you can spin yourself out of this one. “I know, I know and I’m so sorry. It just all happened so fast and Wayne has that heart thing—” Your voice is choked and tight as you try to explain.

“Hey, slow down, take a breath. This isn’t the end of the world.”

“I’ll tell them, I just—”

He shakes his head and lets out a sigh, “Let me level with you,” He brushes off the snow and ice from the top step and invites you to sit down beside him. “God knows what that boy did to earn your attention, cause I certainly can’t make heads or tails of it.” He lights up a cigarette and offers one to you, “No? Can’t say I blame you, it’s a bad habit.” He takes a long drag in thought, leaving you to stew in your guilt. “What I’m trying to say is this: whatever you did, it brought him back. Eddie’s here and breathing because of you, so, in a way, we have him back because of you.”

You stay silent, knowing that whatever Hopper just shared with you is important. The guilt doesn’t leave you, not entirely, but this gruff lawman confiding in you does lodge something loose from the knot in your chest. And when he throws his arm over your shoulders to draw you to his side, you can’t help the watery smile that makes its way across your face. 

He smells like your dad, the same blend of tobacco, leather, and spice. It’s been far too long since you’ve indulged in the memory of him, so you allow yourself the weakness, just this once.

And you let Hopper lead you back inside his loud and warmly lit home where Joyce greets you with a plate for dinner and promises to help you bake the pies for tomorrow.

Steve is dead on his feet when he arrives at Hop and Joyce’s house. He’d swung by the hospital to check on Eddie and talked with the doctor and nurses. It was all pretty standard— let him dry out and then assess for further damage. His vitals were good and there didn’t appear to be a need for concern at this point. The doctor, of course, recommended a stay in rehab after being discharged from the hospital, which was already suggested by Corroded’s management team.

“You fucking idiot.” 

That’s the first thing Steve says to Eddie, quickly followed by:

“When you wake up, I’m gonna kill you myself.”

He doesn’t linger, knowing he’ll be back tomorrow, and the next day until Eddie wakes up. But it’s gone midnight by the time he turns the key at Hop’s place, kicking his boots at the door to rid them of the snow and ice, before toeing them off at the door. They thunk across the hardwood as he carelessly kicks them off, shrugging out of his coat and hanging it on the hooks by the door. 

“Sshh, dingus, you’re gonna wake her up!” Robin hisses as her socked feet light down the stairs.

Steve smiles, relieved to see her, before asking, “Wake up who?” 

Robin rolls her eyes and gestures to your sleeping form on the sofa. Steve studies you from a few steps up, one hand resting on the wooden bannister while the other pauses mid-air as he unravels his scarf. “Eddie’s fiancée, of course.”

“So, that’s her?” 

You’ve turned your back to them, and you’ve curled in ever so slightly on the sofa. One of Joyce’s many blankets covers you, but your socked feet stick out from underneath one corner— dancing penguins.

At least, that’s what Steve thinks are on your socks. But, he may need to get his eyes checked again.

“What, you haven’t met her?” Robin takes in Steve’s shocked expression, before it softens into something akin to how he goes all moon-eyed at the babes who frequented Scoops Ahoy or Family Video when they were teens as his eyes fall to you once more. “She’s great, you’ll love her. Now c’mon, let’s get you some food.” 

“Cereal?” 

She snorts at that, “Not my cereal. You took the toy surprise last time!”

Safely ensconced in the kitchen, Robin and Steve catch up in between bites of sugary cereal. She regales him with how valiantly Jonathan tried to get you to take his room upstairs for your stay and how stubbornly you’d refused, insisting you’d be fine on the couch. 

“I was right,” Robin says, some milk dribbling from her mouth as she chews. “Total knock-out and smart. Dunno how Munson managed it.”

“Oh y’know, the Munson charm probably.”

She hums in thought, setting her empty bowl in the sink. “Why d’you think he didn’t tell us?”

“Maybe he wanted it to be a surprise?”

“Fuck, what if he knocked her up?!”

Steve’s eyes blow wide at that thought. “Uh,” He says, astutely, “I don’t think that’s the case.”

“Yeah,” Robin hops down from her perch on the counter. “But how do we know?”

“You could ask her.”

She punches him in the arm, “You don’t just ask women if they’re pregnant Steve, geeze.”

He shrugs and slurps the sugary milk from the bowl before setting it alongside Robin’s. He licks his lips and crosses his arms in thought. Steve hadn’t considered the rather obvious conclusion that his rockstar best friend had inadvertently knocked someone up. Considering the groupies and types that flocked to Eddie, it was a long time coming.

If that’s what the case may be.

As it stands, it’s nearly two in the morning and Steve is exhausted. Thankfully, Family Video is closed for the holiday tomorrow, but he knows that in a few hours everyone is going to tramping around the house and generally being a nuisance. And he really doesn’t wanna drive clear across town to his place.

Steve pauses on the stairs, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. Robin clears the landing and calls to him from the guest room, “C’mon dingus, I haven’t got all night.”

With a shake of his head, he climbs the stairs mindful not to linger too long on the creaky boards. He settles in sharing a bed with Robin, her icicle feet darting under his calves as he fusses with the blankets. His head hits the pillow, and he’s out like a light.

All you can think as you blearily blink yourself awake, is how everything is so loud. Even when they try to be quiet, scampering across the hall past the living room where you clung to the last vestiges of sleep - it was loud. Strained whispers about breakfast and hospital visits, the opening and closing of doors, Hopper hissing at the kids to “Keep your mouths shut,” and to “Stop chasing each other across the house!”

A man, whom you can only assume is Steve, stumbles down the stairs, sweats swung low on his hips sporting a threadbare t-shirt and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You’ve never seen a human being with bedhead like that - strands sticking up every which way and the sheer volume it had, my god. Hand falling from his eye, his glasses slot back into place, a pair of simple round frames decked in silver. He stops short at the landing, one hand grasping the wood of the bannister, watching as you set the phone back in its cradle.

“Leaving so soon?”

And that voice - all husky and low from sleep, with a slight rasp to it. It’s amazing you’re not reduced to a puddle on the floor at this point. He stretches slowly, like an animal would, a hushed groan falling from his lips. You swallow the lump in your throat and drag your eyes from the sliver of skin exposed at his hip.

“No, just talking to Wayne.” You offer meekly, voice rusty from disuse, “He’s on his way over for an early morning hospital run.”

“Mmm,” Steve nods, “That’s not a bad idea.” He turns the corner from the stairs and stands beside you in the entryway. “I don’t think we’ve officially met,” He says, offering his hand to shake. “I’m Steve.”

“Nice to meet you.” You shake hands and introduce yourself. His hand is large and warm, the contact of your skin against his sending a shiver down your spine.

“That’s a pretty name,” He smiles at you, beginning to wake up a bit more. “So, you’re the fiancée.”

“Yup.”

“Huh.” He looks you up and down, clucks his tongue and departs, making his way toward the kitchen. 

Once there, all hell breaks loose. Joyce and Hop are manning the stove and counter, flipping pancakes and shovelling eggs onto plates and all but throwing them at the kids. Wedged into the breakfast nook are Dustin, Lucas, and Mike while El, Max, Robin, and Jonathan commandeer the table in the kitchen. 

“Mornin’ family.” Steve greets, bee-lining for the coffeemaker. Blessedly, there’s a fresh pot brewing in the percolator while he scavenges for a mug. 

Mumbled versions of “Morning Steve,” sound out from the peanut gallery between bites of food and sips of coffee or orange juice. Joyce sets a plate in front of him on the counter and ruffles his hair, “Morning kiddo.”

Hop sighs from the stove, turning the dial of the burner to ‘Off’ before intoning, “The kitchen is officially closed, you gremlins.”

Steve chuckles as he removes the coffeepot and gives a generous pour into the ‘World’s Best Dad’ mug El made many moons ago. He’s not sure of your preferred cream-to-sugar ratio, so he decides to go without and trots out of the kitchen.

He sees the front door close at the end of the hall and quickens his step not wanting to miss you. Spying a pair of slides from god knows who, he slips them on and pulls the door open. Wayne’s old pickup is idling in the driveway as you step into the cab, feet unsteady and the newly formed ice of the drive. Wayne nods to Steve in greeting as he walks toward the house, while Steve waves in return.

“Careful,” He says as a hand comes to rest at your back. 

Tossing a ‘thanks’ over your shoulder, you settle into the seat with a click of the seatbelt. “Did you need something?” You ask, breath forming puffs of vapor in the morning light.

“Well, uh,” Steve begins, ducking his head and gesturing to the mug in his hand. “The coffee’s not too great over there at the hospital.” He hands you the mug through the open door.

“Oh, thank you.”

He leans against the car, face level with yours. One fist at the roof of the cab while his opposite arm braces against the open door. A lock of hair falls into his face, and he’s so attractive that it’s stupid. “So, uh, y-you’re comin’ back, right? You’ll come back?”

You glance to him, unsure of why he’s so concerned with your whereabouts. “Yeah, we’re just checking in. We’ll be back soon.” 

Steve nods at your confirmation, pushing off of the truck to stand at his full height. His hands slide to his hips, fingers just beneath the band of the sweatpants as he slowly arches his back, hips bobbing toward you. And you don’t know whether to maintain eye contact with him or focus on the looming proximity of his crotch.

“Oh boy,” He exhales, looking off into the distance. “What a day.”

Your eyes dart away when he looks to you once more, uncomfortable under his scrutiny. “Well, thank you.” You hold the mug up and take a tentative sip, “Good goddamn,” You whisper in disbelief.

“It’s good, right?” You nod and take another sip as he smiles, “I had a dream about you last night.” He tugs at the band of his sweats while your eyes cut to his.

“What?”

“Yeah,” He leans against the truck again, face closer to yours and arms resting against the roof of the cab. “I ended up havin’ a dream about you.”

“W-what was I doing?” You stammer out, as the sound of crushed snow and ice underfoot signals Wayne’s return.

“Well–” Steve starts to say before he’s cut off by Wayne’s, “Y’ready, sweetheart?”

You nod and clear your throat uncomfortably. 

“You comin’?” Wayne asks Steve before he closes the passenger door.

“Later.” He turns to leave as Wayne settles into the driver’s seat but before you can pull out of the driveway, “Oh, y’know, you gotta make sure to bring back the mug because it’s Hop’s favorite.” 

You stare back at him blankly. 

“Or he’ll kill ya.”

“Okay,” You breathe watching as he makes his way back to the house, Adidas slides flopping through the snow.

Returning from the hospital an hour or so later, with plans to bring a few plates over for Eddie’s attending doctor and nurses, you nearly breeze past Steve sitting on the staircase with a mug of coffee and paper in hand.

“Hey,” You greet, toeing off your boots and shrugging out of your coat. “Wayne’s coming back for later, just had to grab some things from his place.”

He’s changed out of his sweats and done something to tame his hair. You can hear Joyce frantically corralling the kids in the kitchen, something about Mass and how she refuses to be late again. Steve shakes his head and drinks his coffee, ready and waiting to cart Robin, Dustin, and Max over to Our Lady of Perpetual Mercy for the Thanksgiving Mass.

But it would seem that no one warned you about Mass last night, which would explain the deer in headlights look you’re sporting now. Steve stands from his perch on the stairs, turning to yell at Robin, “Our Lady may have perpetual mercy, but I don’t and you’re really pushing it today Rob!”

When he turns back, you’re no longer in the entryway. The kitchen door swings as if someone just passed through, and he can hear your voice over the chatter from the kids. Joyce is rattling off instructions and times for food to be cooked and you’re diligently taking notes on the whiteboard attached to the fridge. Your handwriting is neat, and a bit slanted, giving it an effortless look. Capping the marker, you let it swing from the string on the fridge. 

“Think that about does it,” You assure Joyce, gesturing to the lone velcro roller in her hair. “I’ll have everything ready by the time you get back.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with?” She asks, unraveling the roller and setting it on the windowsill above the sink. “I’m sure Robin has something you could borrow.”

Steve catches your eye roll and snorts into his mug. Your eyes cut to him, silently admonishing his outburst. He shakes his head and sets the mug on the counter, seeing Hop’s mug he loaned you earlier already on the drying rack.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” You kindly brush her off, “Besides, you’ll want to get going soon and I would just hold you up.”

“And the hotel is dropping off your luggage later?”

You nod, tying on an apron and moving to wash your hands. “Yeah, I spoke with the concierge this morning.”

“I wish you’d just sleep in Jonathan’s old room,” Joyce tuts, “He can go on the couch, he’s used to it.”

“Mom, I already offered—”

You laugh and raise your hand, “It’s fine Joyce, I’m already an imposition as it is. The last thing I’d want to do is put him out.”

Steve watches as you blend in with the family, how easily you soothe Joyce and her worries, banter with the kids, and crack jokes with Hop. It’s easy to see why Eddie could fall for someone like you. He just wishes he could find someone like that— easy going and kind, someone who fits in like a missing puzzle piece.

But maybe it’s too perfect.

Now there’s some food for thought.

A loud honk from Hop’s Bronco jars him from his musings. Steve claps his hands together, rallying the troops, “Okay, who’s with me?” Dustin, Lucas, and Max jump up from the table and gather their coats, scurrying out to the beemer. Robin takes the stairs two at a time, struggling to shrug into her coat. “Look alive, sunshine!”

Goodbyes ring out as you follow them to the porch, watching as they clamber into their cars. You wave as they pull out of the drive, Joyce rolling down the window for a final reminder about the dinner rolls. With good humor, you nod and give her a thumbs up as the Bronco drives onto the street.

The church parking lot is packed by the time they arrive. Steve drops off Robin and the kids before peeling out to find a parking spot, while Hop leaves the Bronco in the drop-off lane in front. Mass has already begun when Steve enters the chapel, quickly he slips in alongside Hop and Joyce at the family pew.

“We pray that the Lord’s healing presence will be felt by those who are sick and by their families. Especially Robert Newby, Barbara Holland, and Edward Munson. We pray to the Lord,” The priest intones from the lectern.

“Lord hear our prayer.”

Steve stands in between Hopper and Robin, waiting for the priest to move it along. 

“O, God, you call us to live as one family. Save us from…”

Finally, they sit. Half-paying attention to the priest, Steve turns to Hop and asks, “So, who’s this fiancée?”

“She’s Eddie’s girl, she’s family now.”

“You’d think if Eddie were getting married, he would have announced it in the Times.”

Hop turns to him, “We read the Indianapolis Star.”

And the congregants say, “Amen.”

“If she’s family, why isn’t she at Mass with us?”

Hop snorts, “That’s rich, comin’ from you, kid.” 

“I like Mass better in Latin,” Wayne pipes up from his seat next to Joyce, “It’s nicer when you don’t know what they’re sayin’.”

“D’ya think about what I said the other night?”

“Nope.”

“Steve, come on.” Hop stands with the rest of the congregation, “You’ve got the instinct for it, and gettin’ through the Academy is a breeze.”

“I told you,” Steve says following suit, “I don’t wanna be a cop for chrissakes.”

“Stop swearing,” Joyce hisses, “We’re in Mass.”

“But there is something I’d like to talk to you about.”

“Well, you can talk about it later,” Joyce reminds them.

“Talk about it now,” Robin says leaning toward Steve conspiratorially, “He can’t kill you in church.”

“Will you please pipe down?” An exasperated parishioner asks from the pew behind them.

Hop scoffs and slowly turns around, “Hey, be nice, pal. We’re in church.”

“You’re disrupting the Mass!” He hisses back.

“Yeah? And who made you the Pope?”

“Jim!” Joyce hisses, nudging with an elbow.

“Now how did Argyle get to be a lector?” Wayne asks, “He took over Ed’s gig with Reefer Rick after he moved to LA with the band.”

Steve and Hopper snort, Robin tries and fails to repress her laughter. Down past Wayne, Dustin and Mike are a few seconds from a slap fight while Max and El whisper in between fits of giggles. Joyce sighs deeply.

And the congregation says, “Amen.”

Cooking Thanksgiving lunch goes off without a hitch. Everything was ready, as you promised, by the time they’d returned from Mass and you’d caught the tail end of Joyce’s scolding: “We will try to behave as a civilized family might—”

The kitchen door swung open to reveal Hopper and Joyce both stopping short at the sight of you washing dishes.

“H-how did you—” Joyce’s mouth opens and closes, struck dumb at the sight of gleaming dishes in the drying rack and the dishwasher already running.

“Oh, hi,” You toss over your shoulder, “The dining room table is set, I was just cleaning up in here.”

Steve and Robin file in soon after, bickering about something or other. They’re talking fast and cutting each other off, but it doesn’t deter their conversation.

“Why do you keep singling me out?” Steve balks, throwing his coat on the back of a nearby chair.

“Well, if you hadn’t been pestering Hop throughout Mass we might’ve—” 

“And I can’t even defend myself?”

“Forget it,” Hop cuts in with a warning tone, “And I know you gave her my mug, Harrington.”

“Oh, did you need it?” Your hand flies to the cabinet above the coffeemaker, a fresh pot already brewed. “It’s all washed and ready to go.”

Dustin enters shortly after, “Let’s just vote Steve off the island,” and thumps him on the chest in passing. 

“Yeah,” Hop agrees.

Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Well, I’m ashamed of all of you.”

“Oh, there’s some news,” Max mutters sarcastically, leaning against the fridge.

Steve’s eyes fall to Lucas, “Even you Sinclair.”

Lucas throws up his hands in exasperation, “I didn’t even do anything!”

“Okay, enough.” Joyce says cutting through the nonsense. “It’s Thanksgiving, we’re going to eat lunch without any of this bickering. And then, with any luck, you lot will pass out watching the game and I can finally get some goddamn peace.”

Everyone has the decency to look mildly embarrassed, that is until:

“No swearing.”

Steve punches Robin in the arm, “Can it.”

The room descends into guffaws and fits of laughter shortly thereafter. Joyce eventually herds everyone into the dining room, Robin pours the drinks while Hop carves the turkey. Everyone helps themselves to the various sides— dinner rolls, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, stuffing, and roasted veggies. Wayne arrives with cornbread fresh from the oven and some vanilla ice cream to go with the pies for dessert. 

The candles are lit casting a warm glow around the room, illuminating smiling faces. And it’s nice. Nice to belong, if only temporarily, to a big family that loves hard. Growing up, it had been only you and your dad. And after his death, that left only you. You had missed it, all of it— the inside jokes, sibling taunts, half-assed scolding followed by a cheeky wink, and that effortless touch. 

It was second nature, how freely they expressed their affection for one another. Steve roping Dustin into a half-nelson for a noogie, Jonathan and Will kicking eachother under the table, El and Max communicating in half-formed sentences and wild gesticulations, Joyce, Hop, and Wayne sharing long-suffering sighs.

“Hey,” Robin says, nudging you with her elbow after refilling your wine glass. “I’m thankful for you.” Her voice is soft, like she’s sharing a secret. Cheeks tinged with a flush from the wine, she smiles at you and raises her glass. “I’d like to propose a toast,” She announced to the group, “To our newest addition and guardian angel, cheers!”

The sentiment is echoed across the table, calls of your name and ‘here, here.’ And it’s so kind that your heart could burst. You sip your wine and swallow around the lump in your throat. Going back to your meal, you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched, observed. Glancing up, you catch Steve looking at you from across the table. 

The flicker of golden light against his face does little to ease the knot in your chest. His hair is slightly disheveled, a lock falling across his face wrought loose from his fingers combing through it. His eyes appear more green than hazel in the light, studying you from behind wire frames. Your pulse kicks up under his scrutiny, and he looks at you as if you’ll unravel right then and there.

Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe it was the years of tropical vacations instead of celebrating holidays with friends and family that made you forget that, actually, families are complicated and any recollection of pleasant holiday celebrations spent with your dad were a figment of your own nostalgia-tinted imagination and the promise of skiing the next day.

For a moment, shame creeps upon you like a thief in the night. You tear yourself from Steve's gaze, not noticing the concerned furrow of his brows as you hastily stand and offer to clear some plates from the table. Sweeping out of the room and nudging the kitchen door open with your hip. He absentmindedly swirls the remaining wine in his glass and blows out a puff of air. 

Ever the detective, it takes Hopper all of two seconds to ascertain that Steve did something to hasten your departure from the table. Seeing as the punk is pointedly not looking his way, Hopper lobs a dinner role at Steve, grazing his cheek only to land on his plate sending the cutlery clattering. He jerks upright, setting the glass on the table, “What the–”

“That’s enough,” Hop warns with cool detachment and a knowing look in his eye. He nods toward the kitchen, “Now, go make nice.”

Everything is still mostly out of your control in the kitchen, precisely because you don’t know where anything should go and having a knot in your chest as hard as a rock does little to help matters. But Steve silently rescues you by beginning to unload the dishwasher and Robin starts a thirty minute tale of increasing ridiculousness and by the time the attention turns back to you, you are slightly less hysteric and better able to answer El’s kind questions.

You swallow a twist of guilt and a bigger twist of gratitude. You feel some anxiety brimming in your stomach and nod, giving El a strained smile.

Something knocks against your shoulder. The warm scent of cedar and musk invading your senses— Steve.

“Your shoulders are up near your ears,” he observes.

You sigh at that, trying to roll out the tension, but not quite managing to. Par for the course, with your indeterminate stay in Hawkins looming in the air and stretching far across the foreseeable future.

[strangerthingsn]

My evil dad

Summary: You’re Eddies pregnant girlfriend during season 4 of stranger things. Eddie is not gonna die at the end tho!

a/n: I just came up with this idea a week ago so now I started writing it! (If you find any type faults or anything else please mention!)

warning:kissing, make out, sex , pinv , 18+, she/her reader, dad!eddie, if I missed something please let me know!

Chapter three ~ the monster and the superhero

You slowly started waking up. It was 11:03, pretty late. You was wondering why Alice hasn’t cried you awake yet. You open your eyes and sit up. You look at her crib, finding it empty…

“Uh..?” You immediately get up really confused. You look in your room but no. No Alice. Then you rush downstairs. No time to put anything else on.

“I have her” your mom is sitting on the couch in the living room.

“You scared the hell out of me.” You put a hand on your chest.

“Im sorry, I thought you can sleep a lil longer, you still need to get rid of your little baby bumb. Cost your body much energy.” She is giving Alice the bottle. You walk over to them and sit next to your mom.

“Does she drink out of a bottle?” You look surprised.

“Yeah she was so hungry because her mom won’t wake up” she teases you.

“Mommmm” you roll your eyes. You feel someone starring at you. You look down at Alice and give her kisses on her face.

“My sweet girl.”

“You heard anything from Eddie yet?” Your mom looks at you both.

“Uh-..noo…not really.” You were not a good liar but it seems like your mom believes you.

“I miss him around, I heard about what happened. I heard it on the radio and I called Wayne.” Your mom looks at you.

“Me too I wish he was hire” In meanwhile Alice had pushed the bottle away. “You don’t want it anymore?” Your mom smiles at her. You get up and walk to the kitchen.

“you not gonna work or something?” You are looking for breakfast.

“no I took a day off today to be with my daughter and grandchild.” You mom smiles and turns the tv on.

“how nice” you smile. Then grab some milk and cereal to put it in a bowl. Getting a spoon and you walk to the couch.

You sit down at you look at Alice. She gives you a soft smile. “you wanna go to mama?” Your mom sees her smiling, “let her finish her food first okay?” She kisses her cheek.

You giggle and start eating. You watch a bit tv and watch Alice fall asleep. You thought about Eddie probably being hungry by now. But how can you bring any food while your mom is hire?

she absolutely can’t know Eddie is hiding there. Maybe you can say you’re gonna visit one of your best friends.

“mom?”

“hm?” She looks at you.

“can i vist Gareth today?”

“yeah sure, but if you gonna drive in your car just don’t go too far and keep your eyes on the road.”

“yes mom I know. I’ll take Alice with me “ you smile.

Well that was fixed. Now only a reason to bring a bag with you. Well ofcourse diapers for Alice? That will work.

“I’ll already go pack my bag” you put the bowl on table and get up, “and I’ll put Alice in her bed” you take Alice from your mom and you kiss her nose. Your mom turns back to the tv while you walk upstairs.

You walk into your room to lay Alice in bed. Then you go to your records. You grab a wham! album and put it in the record player. They are one of your favorite music artist.

you grab a bag and put diapers in it and you walk downstairs again to put some chips, fresh bread from the baker and candy in it.

“where you need all that food for?”your mom suddenly stands behind you.

“I-..” you needed to think about something,”I’m very hungry always and Gareth told me he needs to do some grocery. So I thought I get some things so he doesn’t have to do that.” You talked fast.

“uh okay..” your mom give you a weird look.

“what?! Im for real.” You look irritated.

“your hormones are still working.” She rolls her eyes and walks back to the living room. You sigh. Ofcourse she had to be grumpy again.

“did you give Alice her new diaper?” You pack a beer and some other drinks.

“mhm about like a hour ago”

“okay.” You set the bag in the hallway.

“are you already going? Its literally 12 AM” your mom sits on the couch again.

“I’ll wait until she wakes up then.”

——-

The loud baby sounds. You wake up again. You decided to just sleep for a bit again because you needed to wait for Alice to wake up anyways. You get up and pick the little lady up then you lay her down on bed. “Come hire babieee” you give her kisses all over her face to make her stop crying. You tickle her feet a little and she finally stops crying.

“Good girl, you don’t have to cry mommy is hire” she gives you a soft smile.

“so pretty.” You kiss her nose and you grab some clothes for you and Alice. For her black jeans a Metallica shirt and thick socks. For you grey jeans and a simple hoodie. You put it on while Alice lays down looking at you.

“you ever heard from privacy miss Munson?” You smile at her, after your clothes are on you just put some mascara on with some eyeliner.

“I think I have to go buy you some stuff for your curly hair, I’ll ask your dad what we need for that.” You don’t know what he puts in his hair, it are much bottles. Eddies hair looks always good but you don’t have curly hair so you have no idea what to buy Alice. Alice starts making a little crying noices, she clearly wants something.

you walk over to her, “what’s up young lady?”.

You look at her crib for something she might had lost and then you notice her pacifier.

“oh sorry sweetheart.” You grab it and put it in her mouth carefully. You grab your comb and you sit next to her on the bed. You brush your hair a bit and you just let it down.

“I need to brush my teeth you staying hire? Don’t move, I’ll keep my eyes on you.” You giggle and walk to the bathroom. Then you grab your toothbrush and start brushing you teeth.

When you finish that you put Alice her clothes on. When it’s all done you put your jacket on to put Alice in it.

not much later you step in your car.

——

You step into ricks garage (Eddies hiding place) still scared of Eddie attacking you.

“don’t want any knifes to my or Alice face.” You look around for Eddie.

“not gonna happen.” He smiles and sits in the same corner as last time you saw him.

“hey baby” you walk over to him and you give him a couple pecks.

“hello princess.” Eddie immediately takes Alice out of your jacket.

“hey sweet girl.” He smiles and kisses her forehead.

“you had a good night?”

“yeah actually thanks for the pillow and blanket” he looks at you again.

“anything happened? Or still boring all day in this garage?” You throw your jacket next to Eddie, today was a pretty warm day.

“actually… yesterday Dustin, Steve, Robin and uh…a redhead found me…” he sighs.

“Oh…shit” you look surprised down at him.

“it’s okay…actually they helped me. They got me some cereals as breakfast.” He nods.

“well let’s hope they not telling anyone.” You walks a little around.

“Dustin as a good guy, and they told me some-…stuff… about Hawkins..”

“stuff?” You look at him again.

“I’ll tell you later.” He smiles.

“How did you even came hire while your mom is home without her knowing” Eddie looks at you while holding his daughter.

“Just being smart.” You wink at him.

“come hire.” He grabs your ankle. You smile and sit down next to him.

“I was thinking… it’s a really long time ago we had sex.” He looks at you. You first ook at his face to look if he’s serious.

“just about four or three days ago. Not that long.”

“too long for me.” He wraps his arm around you.

“well just telling I’m not having sex with you in the cold garage of your drugs dealer with a baby.”

——

You were wrong.

You moan loud. “AH. Eddie f- feels so good baby.” He smirks with his eyes closed and keeps trusting into you.

“So pretty for me” he kisses your neck, while you sit on his lap. Your legs were on either side of him. You have probably already been fucking for 10 minutes. The sweat was on Eddies forehead.

He speeds up. Hitting your g-spot every single trust he makes. The moans from both of you were getting louder. He opens his eyes just to look at you. You were already so fucked out but if feels so incredibly good.

“giving birth of our pretty girl needs to be rewarded, huh?” He leaves a couple hickeys on your tits. You looked down at him for a minute before your eyes fluttered shut again.

“y-yes babe.” You moan out. He puts some hair behind your ear and speeds up a little again. “Is my baby gonna cum for me?” Eddie has now both of his hands on your waist. You just nod at his words.

“I need words darling” he whispers in your ear.

“yes!” You whine. Eddie smirks proud and his hands rubbed along your sides softly. You moan loud. Eddie bites his lip. He absolutely can’t handle it anymore. You moan his name, as you cum. He was spilling his warm cum into you at the same time.

You let yourself fall on Eddies chest. He rubs your back carefully and soft.

“good girl. Are you okay?” He kisses the top of your head. You nod with your eyes closed.

“m’ good…” you rest against his chest. His warm breath in your neck and you could hear his heart.

——-

Your wake up and open your eyes as you feel anything on your nipples. “it’s okay baby just letting Allie drink.” Eddie kisses your forehead. You lay on the ground on your jacket and Eddies. The blanket over you and your face on the pillow. You have your panties and jeans on again, all cleaned up. Also your hoodie but it was lifted up over your boobs so Alice can drink.

“I’m sorry I felt asleep.. how long was I gone?” You wrap your arms around the baby on your chest. Eddie looks at the clock behind him.

“About two hours” Eddie chuckles. You shake your head while giggling.

“but the lil girl started to get impatient.” He smiles and lays next to you. He goes with his hand over your cheek.

“fuck I love you.” He kisses your nose.

“How did you clean me up?”

“my old shirt. I saw you had a new one for me in ur bag, you just have to clean the other one at home.” He gives a soft smile.

“I love you.” You smile back at him.

“love you more.” He plays with your hair.

“don’t forget your morning after pill. I don’t want another one yet.” He giggles. You laugh.

“no seriously don’t forget it y/n” he smiles and cuddles you.

“I promise babe.” You lay warm against him.

“I have dinner for you in the bag” you smile at him.

“what is it?” He lays his head in your neck.

“sushi! I got it for you yesterday I thought you can eat it cold that’s easier”

“ill pay you back after I worked again and I’m not wanted hire in Hawkins.”

“you don’t have to. I don’t need to money back” you go with your hands through his hair.

“but I’ll atleast try to pay you back.” Eddie is so nice. His uncle absolutely raised him perfect. He actually never told you where his parents are. But that’s probably a trauma for him. And that’s the worst thing. A boy with a trauma getting another one. But he’s still so strong.

“no is no.” You grin.

“Fine, y/n. Fine” he chuckles softly in your neck. Alice finishes drinking so you put your shirt down. It was just 5PM but you stayed until Eddie ate and you leaved around 12PM.

The rest of the time you was there you lay in eacothers arms.

To be continued…

—-——

im so sorry y’all. This part is pretty short I just had not enough time this week so I finished this in a day. But I really wanted to give you all a part 3 rn. I had to post this quickly so let me know if you see any typfaults

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[ladykailitha]

Star Child Part 6

Yeah...I’m going to hold out a little bit longer on who Steve’s ACTUAL security is going to be. Next chapter though. But we get to meet the indomitable Corroded Coffin manager this time.

For the next few chapters Eddie and Steve will be dealing with separate shit so the angst will be high, but have no fear Happily Ever After is the end game. I promise.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

*

Steve pulled into the Motel 6 parking lot to find a woman waiting for him. She was dressed in a black suit with a pale blue button down. Her long hair was pulled back in a neat pony tail. Steve knew that this was his security.

He got out the car and grabbed his bag from his trunk. He walked over to her. “Hellfire Security I assume?”

She nodded. “You’ve got good instincts. That will help. I’m Janice Montgomery.” She stuck out her hand.

Steve shook it. “The CEO, I’m impressed.”

She laughed. “I was in the area and needed to go west, so I figured we could make the trek together.”

Steve sighed in relief. That made better sense. He hated being treated differently. “Works for me.”

“I booked us two rooms and scoped out the area,” she said. “So we’ll be good tonight. Then tomorrow we’ll begin the drive out to LA.”

Steve blinked. “We’re driving?”

Janice smiled. “Your manager, Robin Buckley told me you’re afraid of flying?”

He ducked his head and blushed. He scratched his cheek. “Bad experience flying to Europe for the first time. So I avoid it when I can.”

“Fair enough,” she said. “She also said you don’t mind staying at bigger hotels, but prefer places like this?”

Steve nodded. “I’ve been told by other security teams that they’re not as secure, but...”

“But people fawning over you makes you uncomfortable?” Janice suggested.

He nodded again.

“Happens to the best of them,” she said softly. She squeezed his shoulder.

Steve sighed in relief.

“Let’s get to bed and we’ll start first thing in the morning.”

“Is seven too early?” he asked.

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re a teen idol? Because I thought there was a law that your lot didn’t get up before noon if they could get away with it.”

Steve laughed. “I wake up at 6am most days to go for a run. Or if I’m home in LA a swim. I don’t understand how people can sleep that late.”

She shook her head. “Usually partying until three or four in the morning. Which I understand you don’t do.”

He shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Under contract to not get into any trouble. So I don’t do that anymore.”

Janice raised an eyebrow at ‘anymore’ but said nothing. She would contact the label tomorrow and let them know her company would be in charge of Steve’s security. Until then. She had herself an unusual client. And she loved those.

*

The next day at the Corroded Coffin sound check it was a little awkward.

Jeff and Brian tuned their instruments and kept throwing glances at each other as if they were daring the other to broach the subject.

“You guys are wusses,” Gareth finally bit out. “What these morons are trying not say is that we’re sorry about last night. We shouldn’t have made fun of Steve that way.”

Jeff sighed. “Yeah, man. You were right. We don’t know if it’s just us or if he sees other bands.”

“Especially when we were talking him up the last three days,” Brian said. “We were dicks and we’re sorry.”

Eddie huffed angrily and rubbed his eye. “I know. I just wanted tonight to end as well as it had started. And it didn’t.”

Brian nodded. “Yeah, I feel that. You just keep striking out with this guy and I know you’re worried that we might have scared him away.”

Eddie threw himself back against the seat he was in and his lip twisted. “It’s not just that. I think he was trying to befriend you guys, too. Remember this is the guy that got his start in a group and now he’s solo. He travels with stage musicians. And you can’t tell me they’re always the same ones. So I think he wanted to hang with you guys too.”

The three other members of the band looked down at their shoes.

Jeff scratched the back of his neck, Gareth fiddled with his drumsticks, and Brian scuffed the floor.

“We really fucked up, didn’t we?” Brian asked after a few moments.

Eddie sighed. “I don’t know, man. I don’t know.”

They went out onto the stage for the soundcheck as their manager ran around making sure that everything was setup properly. Chrissy Cunningham was one of the best managers in the business and Corroded Coffin was happy to have her. She had been in LA meeting with their agent Dustin Henderson to make sure they didn’t accidentally cross streams over the recent tour dates.

But she had only managed to get in late last night and missed the concert but barely.

She bounced onto the stage. “Hey, guys, we might have to cancel tonight.”

All heads turned to her in shock. “The venue has changed hands since the last time we were here and I don’t like the look of the bartender or the spotter.”

“Fuck,” Gareth hissed.

“Did they at least read the rider?” Jeff asked.

“Not a Pierre or red M&M in sight,” Chrissy said dryly.

Shit. They added the fancy water and red M&Ms to make sure the venue actually read the rider. And if they weren’t there it was sure bet they didn’t read the parts on how heavy their equipment was or when the lights should go up.

Brian looked up at the rafters and grimaced. “Ew, gross.”

The other four looked up to see grease and dirt and filth clinging to the rafters.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Eddie cursed. This was bad. “Cancel it. Find a park willing to take us with such short notice. If not, full refunds.”

Chrissy nodded. She pulled out her phone and immediately began making calls.

A roadie came up to them. “Hey, guys. We need to get this stuff off the stage, now.”

All four of them looked at each other in shock. “What do you mean?” Jeff asked.

“I just heard the owner talking to one of the waitresses and he was telling her that the guy that was supposed to repair the stage upped his price by a thousand so it never happened.”

“Shit!” Gareth hissed. He shot up from his seat and all of the band helped the roadies get their equipment off the stage and back into the bus.

“What are you doing!” the owner screamed when he saw them packing up.

“This is unsafe,” the roadie who had warned them told the guy. “I’m not having my guys get hurt because you can’t be assed to keep this place up to code.”

“I’ll sue!” the owner screamed.

“You can try,” Jeff said, “but you didn’t read our rider so, you broke contract with us first.”

The man started sputtering and a couple of the bigger roadies stood guard to prevent the man from trying to stop them.

Chrissy hung up the phone and walked over to where the man was spouting obscenities at the band.

“Mr Dallas?” she asked sweetly.

He stopped screaming and looked her over. “What can I do for you, princess?”

She smiled. “I have the health department and liquor license people on the way over here to shut you down. And I have a pretty good idea that you have been dodging your taxes, too. So the IRS will be informed as well. Have a nice day.”

Mr Dallas looked at the bartender and the two of them made a dash for the backroom, but it was too late.

The liquor license people had called the cops and they were being invaded. The band and roadies gave statements and vanished into the night, giggling and heckling the owner.

Once on the bus, Chrissy smiled. “All right, we’ve got a large park nearby that is willing to house the concert. But it’s going to be a hell of a mark up and it’s going cost a lot in merch sales too.”

The band groaned.

“And I am assuming, Chrissy the fair,” Eddie said waving his hands, “that you have already started checking up on our other venues, yes?”

She batted her eyes at him. “But of course, Eddie the Banished.” She winked and got on the phone.

“Dustin,” she greeted.

They got set up at the park and Eddie didn’t like the look of it. There was too much of a chance of people getting hurt.

He bounded up to Chrissy. “Hey, babe. I hate to add you to your already growing pile of shit you have to deal with tonight, but if you can swing it, I want extra security.”

Chrissy looked out at the growing crowd with pursed lips. “I’ll see what I can do. I’ve got Dustin working the other venues so I don’t have to worry about that.”

Eddie nodded. He almost felt sorry for the other venues.

Almost.

Dustin was a tough and tenacious agent and when he got going it was hard to stop the guy. It why Eddie had been with him for so many years. He knew his band was in safe hands if Henderson was talking to the venues.

Soon it was time to rock his heart out.

“Thank you everyone for being able to come to our little impromptu jam session,” Eddie said, stepping up to the mic. “The original venue was a shit show, I wouldn’t recommend it. At all. But let’s get to what you came here for!”

He started playing, turning his head to bob to the music as Gareth came in on drums.

“I want to make you mine!” he screamed into mic. “Your body next to me, Fitted together like by design. You set me free!”

The crowd went wild. Eddie working out his anger and frustration at the way everything ended last night. The way their previous venue had shat all over everything because they were greedy bastards. The way that Chrissy had to step in and take over because without her, they probably would have played and gotten hurt.

All that rage, hurt, and anger channeled into his music and it pushed the crowd to a fevered pitch.

Finally when the note was played and the final encore performed, Eddie felt at peace. That was the real reason he did this. It was a way for him to channel his emotions constructively.

He loved it.

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walking the world for you - e.m.

-eddie munson x reader

-2.1k words

-best friend eddie that deserves a little kiss for all the pining he’s done

Dating wasn’t where you were luckiest, often striking out when trying to pursue people. But even when you accepted a date that someone asked you on, it was almost 100% certain that you would wind up at Eddie Munson’s trailer, bitching about the date to your best friend. 

And that is exactly where you were tonight. 

“-and then, when he walked me out to the car, he was like ‘are you the kind of girl that sleeps on the first date?’ and when I was offended, he tried to act like he was all jokes and that I was the bitch for thinking he was serious.” You pace around his living room while he watches from the couch, eyes following your form back and forth like he was watching a tennis game. 

“Yeah, that’s fucked up,” he agrees absently, going to take another hit from the bowl you had just packed. 

“Hey, don't finish that without me,” you lightly scold him. 

“Well then come here princess,” he gestures to the open space next to him, handing you the lighter once you finally plopped down next to him. “Why do you even bother with these guys anyway? It seems like you have shit luck with Hawkins men,” he muses while rotating one of his rings on his finger over and over. You roll your eyes at his observation. 

“Yeah, I realize that, Eds. Thanks,” you grumble. “What should I do, then? Give up? Hang out with you and smoke forever?” 

“I wouldn’t exactly mind that,” he laughs, flicking your forehead lightly. “But no, I just mean that maybe you should just vibe on your own for a little bit. You always get so worked up about dating, it just doesn’t seem worth it. Like, do you even enjoy going out anymore?”

You lean back into the sofa in defeat, because you know he’s right. You just don’t want him to know that. “No, I really don’t. But I don’t want to just give up, you know?” You turn your head to meet his heavy gaze. “You’re not one to talk about dating, by the way. You haven’t even made a move on anyone since ‘84.” 

“Haven’t felt the need. Just content to chill here with you.” He says with a cheeky grin, making you laugh and smack his shoulder. 

“Is that your plan? To just hang out with my undesirable ass for the rest of your life?” 

That was the thing, it kinda was his plan. The reason he hadn’t made a move on anyone in two years is because he wasn’t interested in anyone since meeting you. He was far too hesitant to make a move on you, because having you as just a friend was better than losing you altogether. Eddie was patient and content to admire from afar, but he can’t tell you all of this when you tease him like that. So instead he settles for his normal excuse. 

“Not forever, just for now.” He hums, watching you shut your eyes and just listen. “And you’re not undesirable, you’re just too good for these Hawkins assholes.” This makes you chuckle dryly and he insists, “No, I mean it. Why else would I let you come over and complain almost every Saturday night.” 

“Because I’m the only one that willingly comes over,” you tease. 

“Hey, that’s not true. Gareth comes over to buy from me like… every two weeks,” he grins, knowing you have a point but he doesn’t mind you saying it. You don’t mean any malice and your friendship is built on making fun of each other. He wouldn’t have it any other way

Actually, yes he would, but he’s resigned to the negative outcome he’s imagined if he were to confess his feelings to you. 

The two of you chill like that for a little while longer before you stand, saying something about how you should head home before it gets too late.

“It already is super late, doll. Just stay the night here again,” Eddie suggests, and you seriously consider it for a second before deciding you shouldn’t. “No, no, I gotta shower and all that in the morning and I don’t wanna take over your bathroom in the morning.” 

He wants to tell you that he wouldn’t mind if you took over the whole house, but he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to stay. He walks you out and watches you drive away until your car is out of sight before heading back inside to pass out in his room. He was in deep, really deep. 

Over the next few weeks, you notice slight changes in Eddie. He’s not acting outwardly weird or standoffish in the way that most people would notice, but he just seems slightly more tense than usual. Like he’s anxious about something, except he wasn’t telling you what. And that was the strangest part, because he told you almost everything as soon as he could. He even used to make a joke about you being like his diary manifested into a person, so for you to not know about something that was going on with him was unsettling, in a way. He wasn’t even asking you to come over like he normally did. He wouldn’t say no to you showing up, of course, but it hadn’t been solicited by him lately. 

That is, until you were left out in the rain after yet another shitty date. You used the public phone to call him, teeth audibly chattering as you spoke. 

“Wait, where are you?” He asked, and you could hear rustling as he held the phone between his shoulder and ear to be able to get his shoes on. 

“Outside of town, near that little dive diner. I’m at the phone booth and I didn’t have anyone else to call, I’m sorry,” you sniffle, emotional from the argument you had just gotten into with your date. He had made a comment about you hanging out with “that freak Eddie” all the time, for some reason he thought you would find it funny. Instead, the argument resulted in him calling you a bitch and leaving you in the rain without a ride home. Asshole. 

“Don’t be sorry, I’m on my way, okay?” Eddie waits until you hang up, and then goes out to his van and finds himself driving at speeds that are way too high for the downpour going on outside. 

Eventually he finds you, sitting on one of those enclosed bus stop benches with your head in your hands. He gets out to come get you, shedding his jacket once he sees that you’re soaked to the bone. “Hey,” he says once he’s closer, and your head snaps up before you relax and see that it’s just him. 

“Hi,” you give him a watery smile, embarrassed and emotional. But you’re glad it’s him, anyone else would have made you feel worse. But he’s here, giving you his jacket and coming to pick you up 10 miles outside of town after a date he told you not to go on. Of course he’s here. 

He gets you in the van and starts driving back to town before saying anything else, and even then he just asks, “Do you wanna go home?” You shake your head silently, and he gives you a quiet ‘okay’ before turning onto the street that would bring him back to his place. Once inside, he gives you some clothes you had left over there for you to change into, giving you his room to change in as he waits on the couch and wrung out his hair. 

You come out in the new clothes and still wearing his jacket, sitting next to him. Eddie gives you a quick once over before lifting his arm to you, and you immediately fall into his side with a heavy sigh, finally feeling relaxed with his arm around you and his thumb rubbing circles into your bicep. “So what happened, doll?” He prompts. 

“It’s just so stupid, and you were right that I shouldn’t have gone. I just… I don’t know, I was desperate,” you look up at him before turning back to the floor, “He said some out of pocket shit about you and then left me there when I argued with him.” 

You heard him curse lowly under his breath. “I’m sorry doll, you shouldn’t have to stick up for me,” he mumbles. 

“No, I want to. I shouldn’t have even gone on the date after you told me what an asshole you remembered him to be,” You sit up cross legged on the couch to face him completely. “Why wouldn’t I stick up for you? I don’t think anyone else would've dropped everything to come get me as quickly as you did. And then you gave me your jacket, and let me come back to your place all soaking wet and cold. You even had clothes here for me.” You watch his reaction carefully, as he leans forward and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Please don’t say you’re sorry. You’d do anything for me, yeah? So I would do the same for you.” 

Eddie stays leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, shoulders shaking with a soft chuckle. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” He runs a hand over his face before looking up at your confused expression. “You’re absolutely right, I would do anything for you. Why do you think that is? I’ve spent every weekend since we became friends with you, whether it was after one of your shitty dates or you coming to my shows and making sure I get home alright. I’ve watched you get screwed over by like.. Every guy you’ve ever seen and it sucks because you’re way too good for any of them. But you’re always so excited to go out with them, so I let you, even though we both know the outcome. And I’ll be waiting here afterwards for whenever you need someone.” He searches your face before finishing, “Because I love you.” 

Your brain was going a mile a minute, it wasn’t rare for you and Eddie to say you loved each other, so his serious tone just added to your confusion, “I love you, too, Eddie. What’s… going on?” 

He groans in frustration before adjusting himself to be facing you directly. He musters up every ounce of courage in his body before saying, “No, not like that. I’m in love with you.” 

The silence that falls after terrifies him. He wants to curl up and hide from your reaction, but he feels frozen in place under your gaze. He doesn’t regret saying it, he actually feels relieved that it’s out there, but he just wishes you would say something. 

You, on the other hand, feel something akin to starstruck. Never in a million years would you have thought Eddie looked at you that way. Suddenly everything from the past two years made sense. Why else would he have done these things for you? He’s always been the most reliable person in your life, and you would describe him as nothing short of perfect. You realize all at once that Eddie is exactly what you’ve been looking for, all this time. 

“I’m sorry,” his voice interrupts your rapid train of thought, “I can… I can bring you home if you want, if you’re uncomfortable-” 

“No,” you shake your head. “Sorry, I was just thinking. I’m not uncomfortable, I promise. I just…” you hurry to reassure him, but find yourself struggling to find the words to tell him how you felt. His soft brown eyes staring at you made you feel warm and nervous, but in a good way. Instead of talking, you have to make a quick decision, so you do. 

You lean in quickly and press your lips to his, bring a hand up to the side of his face. You’re afraid you made the wrong move at first, but then both his arms are around you and pulling you impossibly closer as he kisses you back. The butterflies in your stomach flutter even faster, and you both pull away to catch your breath, and you see Eddie smile for the first time since he picked you up tonight. 

“That was a long time coming,” he teases breathlessly, and you giggle at him. 

“How long have you had that speech prepared?” You ask, and he shakes his head and looks down to hide the red flush that covers his cheeks. 

“Since knowing you for two weeks, babe.” He admits, “I’ve been playing the long game.” 

“And was it worth it?”

“For you?” He smiles up at you again, and you feel heart melt for a millionth time that night. “Anything’s worth it.” 

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Through the Fire (Series)

(previously every little thing she does is magic.)

CHAPTER 1 - DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

Eddie Munson x black reader

Next Chapter

Eddie desperately needs a tutor to ensure he passes all his classes and graduates. You are in desperate need of a distraction. Getting a new locker neighbor can be just what the two of you need to navigate your final year of high school

Warning for the series : angst, (eventual ) smut, per usual MDNI

Note: Beginning chapters takes place pre-season 4 but the transition into season 4, when it happens, is obvious lol. CANON for the most part. Additional details that are unknown on MY end were put in place to fit the narrative. Though nothing about anyone was changed. I’ll add what it is I input on each chapter ( if I remember )

Also! Not beta’d , if anyone is willing to help out with that for future chapters though, feel free to DM me, I’d gladly accept it appreciate the help

He had never really noticed you before, seeing as most people, let alone girls, never paid him any attention save for the popular kids and jocks who like to pick at him from time to time. Not like Eddie gave a fuck. He was more than secure in who he was. The insults and judgment no longer hurt him the way it use to. He’d have his days, sure. He was human after all, but his only focus was graduating. He was over this high school bullshit. Having repeated senior year twice, he was painfully aware school wasn’t for him. But he needed to graduate so he could get the fuck out of Hawkins once and for all.

He was standing at his talking with Gareth and Jeff about the next campaign for the DND meeting today the three of them super excited when he was interrupted by, quite frankly, the most angelic voice he thinks he’s ever heard.

“Excuse me.”

As he turned to look at you he could practically hear the opening melody of ‘Little thing She Does Begin to play. You were quite literally the most beautiful human he’d every seen. The first time he noticed was how positively captivating your eyes were all wide, almond, shaped and doe like. The way the bun full of soft looking curls sat on the top of your head perfectly adorned with the school color ribbon. You had these half hoop earrings in that were gold, matching the small hoop nose ring you had. The way your lips shined made your lips look almost as inviting as the smile you wore. You were adorable. He then noticed all the things you were caring including your pom-pom. You were a cheerleader?

Of course you were.

He deflated slightly on the inside that said nothing about it.

“Do you mind? That’s my locker.” You informed him politely .

“This one?” He pointed to the one next to his.

Eddie was a bit confused. He hadn’t had a locker neighbor in the past three years, since the last one left. In fact his last locker neighbor graduated early. The irony. It was also a bit odd they were 5 weeks into the school year and you were just being moved but what did he know.

“That’s the one.” You confirmed

“Of course it is. Gareth?” Eddie turned to his friend who had been watching the the interaction between the two of you.

“Hmmm?”

“Get out of the lady’s way.”

“Right! We’ll catch you later Ed,” him and Jeff walked off.

Eddie took a step to he side extending his arm for you to go ahead and step forward. You gave him a closed lip smile not wanting show your irritation. You’d hate for him to think it was because of him. You were more than irritated having to switch lockers in the first place having had the same one for the past three years, but there was nothing you can do about the change.

Shuffling your book and pom-Pom’s into the crevices of your right arm, so you could put in the combination. You had taken another peek at the combination on the tiny piece of paper the secretary in the office had given you. Putting the numbers in order you finished following it off with a tag but nothing happened. Frowning you tried it again.

And again.

Nothing.

The entire time and he stood by idlely pretending to be searching for something in his own locker. Finally, he took pity on you when your frustration began to show visibly on your face. That and you had began banging and vigorously shaking it.

“Great, shitty piece of-“ you hit again before shaking it and few times.

“Damsel in distress?”

You raised an eyebrow before giving him a once over. At first it was something about the way you shamelessly size him up that made him so desperately want to know what you could’ve been thinking. It wasn’t a look he was used to getting from people, or he could tell they were being stereotypical judgmental assholes. This was different. But then..

“I look like the type that needs a big strong man to save her?” You asked, free hand now on your hip that poked our slightly.

It was something about the way you had spoken to him, the tone you used, that made him feel…things. Still, his eyes widened as he put his hands up in mock defense.

“Noooo, no, not at all, I just meant,” he was tripping over his words and he couldn’t for the life of him understand why. “I thought that, you know if, if I may-“

He nodded toward the locker and you gave one small one back, moving to the side a bit. You peered over his shoulder trying to get a good look at what he was doing. He looked back with a slight grin.

“I kind of need you to give me the combination, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” you blushed. “Right.”

“Thank you,” you have him a genuine smile that time, turning to put your belongings in your locker. “One of the guys from the science club kept a project in their locker over the weekend and it caused a rather…peculiar smell let’s just say. Bunch of us got relocated. I appreciate the help”

“Yeah well, you know. Freaks gotta be good for something around here.” He said nonchalantly.

Silent for a moment you couldn’t help but wondering if referring to himself as freak was a defense mechanism. Like ‘haha I beat you you the punch’ kind of thing. Either way, you never understood the label to begin with and why people were so mean to him. It was one thing for people to have this false perception of somebody else, and another for that person to believe it. removing the frown from your face you close the locker and cut your eyes at him.

“I don’t have to worry about you using my combination to get into my locker do I?” He frowned.

“What combination?” The confused look on his face melted into a smile letting you know he caught on.

“Thanks Eddie,” you made sure to put emphasis on his name before offering him a smile and turning to go to class.

From then on out you made sure to speak to Eddie everyday. You were raised that way. To treat the Janitor with the same respect you’d treat the principal. You refused to treat him like like he was beneath because of some stupid stereotypical high school patriarchy that just fueled the male ego. Besides, you’d hardly consider him a ‘freak’. Not because he liked metal music and enjoyed playing DND. So did your brother. As a matter of fact you were the one who taught him and his friend how to play, reading the instructions to them and helping them understand. You and Nancy used to play with them from time to time back when you guys were something like friends. No, you didn’t find any weird at all just because he was different. A little eccentric maybe, but in your book that was nothing wrong with that and you definitely admired the way he was unapologetically himself.

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The bell rang signaling the break between classes. Laughing you bid Chrissy and Tara goodbye as you turn down the hall needing to make a quick stop at your locker to switch out your books. The closer you got you could see Jason and a few other job harassing Eddie. Yesterday after school when you stopped at your locker you noticed he seemed a bit down. There was none of usual banter between the two of you like they usually had been if you were at your lockers at the same time. You seem to be somewhere else. You noticed the same thing this morning figuring whatever happened yesterday at school had carried over. Whatever it is it was, you could tell that he was not in the mood for other’s shit today because most times you noticed he did what he could in return to get a new Jason skin. The look on Jason‘s face at the tables finally turned, but when was four on one fair?

“It’s entirely too early for this shit.” You mumbled to yourself.

Picking up the pace you all but throw yourself in between Eddie and the others.

“Hey Jason! Boys!”

You smiled sweetly as you came in between the two opening your locker.

“I’m so excited for todays game.” You begin feigning ignorant to the situation between the two. You took notice of Eddie’s body language and could practically feel the tension in the air.You quickly open the locker placing your books from your last class in there. Picking up a small compact mirror you handed it to Jason. “can you hold this for me?”

“I-“ you cut them off before he could even begin.

“Thank you, ever the gentlemen.” You smile sweetly why batting your eyelashes.

Pulling out a small pink tube from your locker, you began applying lipgloss. It was really a shame out easily distracted boys were. The four you tried -and failed miserably- to act like they weren’t watch, but you knew they were. Even Eddie who had caught on to what you were doing, had zero’d in with the rest on the small pink tube following it as you trace your full lips, the gloss and a pretty shine that highlighted how full and luscious they were.

You ‘pretended’ not to notice.

Teenage boys, am I right. You thought, mentally rolling your eyes.

“Everything has to be perfect today,” you voiced with a sultry sigh. You rubbbed you lips together ending with a light pop before looking at the 5 bodies that stood before you, you batted your eye lashes a bit. “don’t you boys agree?”

They all but jumped as it quickly pretended as if they hadn’t been watching you so closely several words flying around letting you know that they agreed with you while avoiding eye contact.

You smirked this time, before addressing Jason once more.

“Oh yeah. Chrissy’s looking for you Jason. I know you don’t like to keep her waiting.”

“Yeah, yeah of course.” Jason cleared his throat. “See you at lunch Y/n.”

He spared Eddie one last glare. “Freak.”

As his flunkies suit, you wiggled your fingers at them as I left, all except Patrick who hesitated. You watched his eyes bounce between you and Eddie and you fought not to roll your eyes.

“You can go to Patrick, I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine. Besides,” you turn to look at Eddie giving him a wink before looking back at Patrick. “Eddie’s harmless.”

“Call me later?” He asked.

“Mmhmm! Bye now.” You gave him another four smile before turning around back to face your.

Once you felt he was a good amount of feet away you sighed heavily annoyed.

“I have to say,” you could hear the teasing in Eddie’s tone. “That has to be the first time I’ve ever seen a cheerleader use her powers for good.”

“What can I say, Munson, the uniform works wonders.” You wink exchanging the things necessary in your locker.

You could here Eddie chuckle softly but he didn’t say much. You glance over and see him openly gapping into his locker.

“You okay?” You asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just don’t seem like….you.” You answered voice softening a bit.

Surprised you even notice, Eddie didn’t know what to say. Nobody outside of his small group of friends ever asked him how he was. Not everyone hated him, though everyone called him a freak since that was his high school label of course. Some would speak to him on occasion, but nobody ever really checked on him outside of those in the Hellfire Club. The pair of you have been locker neighbors for about two weeks now and he swears he never spoken to someone of your status so much. It’s almost like you went out of your way to at least say hi to him every day. He checked it up to you just being polite. But for you to actually noticed something was wrong with him, well, it caught him off guard.

“I have to find a tutor for English or Ms Odonells gonna fail my ass.” He found himself confessing as he closed his locker, turned and leaned against it, head thrown back in faux despair.

“Oh I see. No luck?” You glanced at him as you continued to shuffle things around in your locker, making sure you had all you needed for your next two classes.

“Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada.”

You can’t help it feel bad you couldn’t help but feel bad, he knew he had repeated to seeing your twice and this is his third time. It had to be discouraging, watching all your classmates moving on year after year.

“Keep your head up Munson. You’ll find someone.” You assured him patting his shoulder in support.

“Oh honey don’t you worry. I’m going to pass and get the fuck out of here. ‘86 is my year baby!” Eddie said confidently his usual flair returned.

“So I’ve heard.” You replied knowingly.

“Stalker much?”

“You wish.” You rolled you eyes. “You don’t remember screaming down the hall ‘86 was your year on the first day of school?”

“You saw that?” He chuckled while scratching the back of his head.

“I was certainly entertained.” You said with a grin closing your locker. “later Munson.”

“You really gonna call him?” He called after you, causing you to turn around as you walked backwards a few paces.

“In his dreams.”

[warmaidensrevenge]

What do we name her Eddie?

Pairing: Papa!Eddie x Fem!plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: I know I've been slacking when it comes to this series but I'm going to try and be more current. So without further Ado. Meet my 9th part in my daddy Eddie fan fic. Thanks for reading. As always feedback is always appreciated. Kay love ya byyyyyeeee.

Warnings: 18+ language, mentions of blood loss, premature birth, jealousy, arguments, and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: You and Eddie deal with the aftermath of a difficult birth. With Thomas now in the picture, Eddie can't help the feeling of losing you.

Part 9

😔🖤

Eddie left work in such a rush that he nearly crashed four times. He was so out of it he had to pull over for a minute to calm down.

This morning he felt like he should stay home. The way you were walking had him nervous. But you were smiling and so happy that he shook off the dread he felt.

He was working on welding a part for a machine when he was called to human resources. When he got there he just knew. He didn't even let Linda the HR manager finish her sentence. All he heard was the word hospital and he was booking it to his van.

He was shaking his head and cursing at himself. He should have stayed home. He should have gone with you to visit Bastian.

He didn't know what was going on until he ran into the hospital. He saw Rosie first. A little bit of relief washed over him when he saw that she was okay and with his uncle.

But he stopped in his tracks and saw the other guy. He knew who that was. He went to school with him too. He didn't know why Thomas was here. But he hated that fucking guy.

The very moment Wayne saw Eddie's worried look turn to anger he quickly got up and went to him.

"Son-"

" What the hell man?! What-"

" Stop! Listen to me!" Wayne used his dad voice. " He found y/n and Rosie in the cemetery. He's the one who got her here as fast as he could....son if he hadn't found her. We don't know what could have happened."

Eddie swallowed his anger and was now just worried about you.

" Where is she? What's going on? She can't have the baby yet. It's too soon!"

" Yes son, it's early. Y/n's in surgery right now. It's been about an hour since she got here."

" Surgery?" Eddie whimpered.

" Yeah. But it's gonna be okay....okay."

Eddie nodded.

"Let's go sit down son."

Eddie nodded once more before following his uncle. He no longer cared that Thomas was there. All he cared about was you and his baby.

After a little while Wayne took Thomas back to his car. That's when Eddie's friends started to come. He originally called Erika and asked for her to watch Rosie while he waited to hear about you. But now Dustin, Mike, Erika, and Gareth were there.

Wayne finally came back and sat with Eddie. He tried to comfort him but Eddie was gone. The surgery was taking too long. Something was wrong. Eddie could feel it.

It was about 3 hours after you got there when the doctor finally came out.

" Mr Munson?"

Wayne and Eddie said yeah at the same time.

" I'm sorry. Edward Munson?"

" Th-that's me." Eddie said standing up.

Eddie gave Rosie to Erika and he and Wayne went to the doctor.

" Hello. I'm Dr. Martin. Your wife's surgeon. Let's have a seat."

The doctor led them to a few empty chairs.

"How's my girls doc?"

" Well let's start off with your baby girl. She came a bit early. So we have her in the NICU. She's just a little underdeveloped. But she is a fighter. We need to keep her here for a while and get her weight up. But as soon as she gets stronger you can take her home. I will write out a list of regiments for her in order to make sure she continues to get all the necessary nutrition she will need."

Eddie looked at his uncle.

" Does she have pulmonary hypertension?" Wayne asked.

" No. Other than her coming early, she is very healthy."

Eddie felt a little better. But he still was worried about you.

" So Mrs Munson came in with vaginal hemorrhage and going into early labor. With tests and closer inspection I found that she had a complete placenta previa. That's when the placenta covers her cervix not allowing your baby to be delivered normally. So we had to do a C-section."

"How did that happen?" Wayne asked.

" Well sometimes it can occur when a previous C-section was done or when a uterine fibroid was removed. Which Mrs Munson has had both. So it's very likely that was the cause."

Wayne nodded. " So is she okay now?"

Eddie thanked God for his uncle. He wouldn't know what to do without him right now. Eddie was at a loss for words. He needed to hear if you were okay.

" She lost a lot of blood not only before she arrived but during the surgery."

Eddie's heart sunk.

" We had to give her a blood transfusion in order to replace what she had lost. But the sudden amount of blood loss has caused her to slip into a coma. However..."

As the doctor trailed on Eddie officially stopped listening. The last thing he said to you this morning was if you want spaghetti for dinner. He should have said he loved you. He should have been with you.

...

Eddie refused to see the baby. He sat with you every day holding your hand. Begging you to wake up. Days went by with no change.

Wayne came and tried to comfort him and get him to see the baby but it was no use. You needed to wake up. He needed you to wake up. Rosie and the baby needed you. He needed you.

It was two weeks later when the nurse brought in the baby. She was still tiny but she was getting bigger. When he held her he cried. He felt awful for not seeing her. She was so beautiful. She looked just like you. But she did have his hair. He looked at her then looked at you.

Why was this happening? Haven't you two been through enough?

Another week went by and he was changing the baby. Rosie was sitting on the hospital floor coloring you a picture when he heard her talking.

" Mommy. When are you coming home?"

Eddie's heart broke. Rosie missed you. She's been asking for weeks when you would come home.

" Mommy. Daddy cries a lot...He says please wake up."

Eddie felt his tears again. He really has been crying a lot. He missed you so much.

" Mommy?"

Eddie was wrapping the baby in a blanket when Rosie tugged at his jeans.

" What is it princess? Did you finish coloring for mommy?"

"uh-huh. Daddy?"

Eddie picked the baby and held her close to his chest, looking down at Rosie.

" What is it princess?"

" Can mommy come home now?"

Eddie frowned. " I'm sorry princess-"

"Look. Mommy's up."

Eddie's head shot toward you. Rosie was right. You were up. He saw you trying to sit up. He quickly put the baby down and went to you.

" Baby!" He cried out.

He helped you sit up and waited for you to get your bearings.

"Ed-eddie?" Your voice was soft and low.

" Sweetheart."

" Where...where is she?"

" She's right here." He said grabbing the bassinet and pulling the baby closer.

" Rosie?"

" She's here too... princess come here."

Eddie put a pillow behind your back to get you more comfortable.

He lifted up Rosie and sat her at the foot of the bed.

" Hey sweet girl. Are you okay?"

Rosie nodded. " Mommy. Sissy's here." She pointed at her

Eddie started to cry. He rubbed his eyes on his sleeve. Finally you were awake.

" Eddie can I hold her?"

" y-yeah."

He picked up the baby and carefully handed her to you.

" She's so small." You whimpered.

Eddie put his arm around your shoulders while sitting on the very edge of the bed.

He sniffled " Yeah but she's strong...just like her mom."

You finally looked at him with tears streaming down your face.

" I'm so sorry Eddie. It's all my fault."

" No baby. No...it wasn't. She just wanted out."

He gave you a loose hug. He wanted to hug you tighter but he didn't want to hurt you. He wiped your tears away along with his after.

After a little while Eddie could tell you were tired. He tried to grab the baby but you didn't want to let her go.

" Sweetheart. You need rest. I promise she isn't going anywhere."

You nodded and let him take her.

He helped you lay back down but moved the head of the bed up a little. He put Rosie down for a nap and moved her to the cot he had been sleeping on for the past three weeks.

You scooted over and motioned for him to lay with you. He did wrapping you in his arms.

"I missed you so much sweetheart...please don't leave us again."

"I won't. I promise."

After a few minutes of crying he kissed you.

" Honey?" You said after.

" Yeah baby."

" What's her name?"

He sighed. " She doesn't have one yet."

" No?"

" I-I didn't want to name her without you."

Your little laugh made him want to cry again.

" How about Lilly?"

Eddie smiled. " Lilly Munson...hmm I like it."

" Yeah?"

" Yeah." He said kissing your forehead.

" Rosie and Lilly Munson."

Eddie repeated his daughter's names. They were perfect. And now that you were finally able to come back everything was how it should be.

He had his beautiful daughters and the most amazing wife. And he swore to never let you or them down.

...

A few days later you guys finally went home. There was a conversation that needed to happen. Not with just you and Eddie. But with you and Thomas.

Eddie was so grateful for what Thomas did. There were no amounts of thank yous he could say for saving both of you. However, he was worried that Thomas came back for you.

Deep down he knew you would never leave him. You and Rosie and his uncle have been the only constant in his life. And just like you fought for him and Rosie. He would fight just as hard to keep you.

One night you were feeding Lilly in the rocking chair. While Rosie was playing with her dolls and Eddie was fixing his van.

" Mommy?"

" Yeah sweet girl?"

"Can you sing to me?"

" Of course princess. What do you want me to sing?"

She didn't know the name of it but she started to hum it.

You smiled. "Okay sweet girl. How about I sing it for you and your sister?"

" Okay "

🎵

Moon river, wider than a mile. I'm crossing you in style some day Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way. Two drifters, off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see. We're after the same rainbow's end Waitin' 'round the bend. My huckleberry friend. Moon river and me.

🎵

While you sang you heard Eddie singing too. When you looked at him you smiled.

" Daddy. That's mommy's song."

" Oh I'm sorry princess." Eddie said sitting with Rosie. " I'll let mommy sing it."

He softly smiled at you while you sang again.

This was how it should be. Eddie's life with you and your daughters. How it should have always been. The love you gave him and Rosie was what he always wanted.

While you sang there was a little bit of sadness in your voice. It has been there since you and Lilly got home. You barely talked now and you stopped sleeping in the room. Eddie would constantly wake up to find your side empty. When he would look for you, he found you asleep in Rosie's room with the rocking chair pulled up between Lilly and Rosie.

Every night he found you, he would grab two blankets and a pillow. He would cover you and lay on the floor next to you.

You would wake him up with a cup of coffee and some breakfast before tending to Lilly and Rosie. You kept looking sadder and sadder every day. Sometimes Eddie would hear you crying. But you wouldn't tell him why.

That was until he came home from work one night. It was a month after the difficult birth when he found you sitting at the dinner table.

" Hey sweetheart."

You looked at him with a small smile. But it was as if you weren't looking at him. More like passed him.

" Hi" your voice was melancholy.

He went to you giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

" How was your day?"

" It was fine. The girls are napping."

He nodded.

" How was work?"

" It was good. Everyone misses you."

You didn't respond to him. You just sat there.

Eddie pulled up a chair next to you and sat down. You looked so tired and just so damn gone. He didn't know what to do.

" Baby? Talk to me... please."

You hung your head and started to cry. " I don't know what's wrong with me."

"What do you mean sweetheart?" He said grabbing your hand.

" I don't...I feel like...I'm failing...I'm trying to be with Lilly all the time. And...I just feel like we're not bonding how we should...I don't feel like she's mine."

Eddie cupped your face making you look at him.

" I don't know what to do Eddie... I'm scared that I don't love her as much as I should."

" No baby. That's not it. I see you with her. You love her. I know you do. She's yours and you love her."

" I'm so sorry Eddie... I know I'm not me. I just-"

You were cut off by a knock on the door. Eddie looked towards it and then back to you.

" Are we expecting someone?"

You shook your head wiping your tears away. He got up and opened the door. He was instantly enraged when he saw Thomas standing there. He was about to tell him that you guys were busy. But then he felt your hand in his. He looked over to you and your eyes told him everything he needed to know.

" Don't be too long sweetheart." Eddie said giving you another kiss on your forehead and went to check on the girls.

...

You stepped outside, closing the door behind you.

"What's the matter bunny?"

You rolled your eyes. You always hated that nickname.

"Nothing Thom-"

" No. I can tell you've been crying. What happened? Did that guy hurt you?"

" Who? Eddie?"

" Yeah. That guy was always a fr-"

" Don't you dare! Eddie is my husband! He's not a freak. He never was."

Thomas sighed. " I...I'm sorry bunny...It's just you know I hate seeing you sad."

You rolled your eyes so hard that you swore you saw the back of your head.

" What do you want?"

"I wanted to see how you were. How's the baby? How's your... daughter... Ruthy was it?"

" Rosie." You corrected him.

" Right. Sorry. Rosie."

" They're both perfect."

" Yeah? That's good. Really good...Had me worried there for a second."

" What were you doing there Thomas? You never visited Bastian before."

" Yes I have. I just don't go on the exact day of him passing."

"Why?"

" Because bunny. I know you wouldn't want to see me there. I...I know I hurt you. And I didn't want to keep on hurting you."

" Yeah sure."

" Stop it! You know I don't lie. Not when it comes to you."

" But you did lie. You said you loved me and you said you would always be here. That was a lie. Or how about you promised to marry me and be a father to Bastian. That was also a lie."

" I know. I never...I'm just really sorry okay...I didn't" he sighed. " Look bunny, I know I could never make it up to you and there's nothing I can do to take that pain I caused you back. I know leaving you like that was the biggest mistake I have ever made...and I can't help but think what would have happened if I would have stayed. Would Sebastian still be alive? Would you still love me like you did? Bunny, I didn't come here to try and win you back. I came here because I wanted you to know that I know I made a stupid decision that day...I want you to know how sorry I am for it...for... everything. It took me a long time to deal with losing Sebastian. I know I wasn't there but I always call my mom to see how you two were... When she told me that he died my heart broke. For losing him, but mostly it broke for you...I wanted to be there. I wanted to be with you. But I just couldn't face the shame I brought on myself to face you."

Your eyes filled with tears. Things were already so hard for you. Now Thomas had to come and say this.

" Thomas-"

" No bunny, please let me finish...I was a coward and I was selfish. You were always the most important person to me. But...I understand if you don't want to forgive me. Just know if I could I would take it all back. I wish I wasn't scared of it all."

Your body shook out of such heartache. Could the universe just give you a god damn break for once?!

" I...I was scared too Thomas. I was so afraid of being a teenage mom and getting married. I was fucking terrified! But...I stayed!" Your voice broke. " I stayed... I was hurt and broken. But I still fucking stayed! And I did my best. I tried so hard to take care of Bastian and love him and keep him safe... but it wasn't enough...and when he died." You started to cry." I NEEDED YOU! I NEEDED YOU AND YOU WEREN'T THERE!"

" I know. I'm sorry-"

"No Thomas. You don't get to be sorry. You don't get to come to my home and tell me this stuff. I don't want to hear it. I'm finally good now. I'm better now."

" Are you sure about that?"

" What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

" Don't you see what you did? You filled the hole in your heart by attaching yourself to him and his daughter"

" No I didn't! You don't know what the hell you're talking about! I love them!"

" I know you do. But you need to just take a step back and look at the whole picture...you replaced us. You replaced me with him and Sebastian with Ruby."

" HER NAME IS ROSIE!"

Thomas stepped closer but Eddie opened the door.

Eddie had listened to the whole thing. And there were so many times he wanted to beat the shit out of Thomas. But you seemed to be handling it yourself. Then he heard that and he knew it was time to step in.

" You need to leave." Eddie nearly growled the words.

" Look man I-"

Eddie stepped in front of you to face Thomas "RIGHT NOW!"

Thomas took a few steps back. He just looked back and forth between you and Eddie. He tried to catch your eye but you refused to look up.

Thomas took one last look at Eddie and took off.

Eddie was so fucking gone. Out of respect for you he held back. He could have killed him. Maybe he should have. He thought if one of the upsidedown gates was open, it would be a very convenient place to get rid of a body.

When Thomas car was out of sight he turned to find that you were gone.

He found you in the room sitting at the edge of the bed crying. His heart sank. This was the first time he heard you cry like that. It was like how when you find out your whole life is over. Or someone close died. Like everything you knew was a lie. Or when you first get your heart broken.

The crying was a mixture of all types of hurt and he couldn't stand it. It was truly the worst sound he's ever heard.

" Baby?" He squatted in front of you. Trying to catch all your tears. With eyes filling up with their own.

" Is...is that...is that what I did ed-eddie? Did I replace..."

" Do you feel like that's what you did?"

You shook your head slowly. " N-no. I love Rosie. And I love you... Maybe...I- maybe at first I wanted to feel needed like that again. To-to feel like a mother again. But...it didn't stay like that."

Eddie's heart broke for you. He knew you needed him then. Just how he needed you too. But it was real. Everything you guys went through, everything that was said or shared was real. He loved and you loved him.

" I know that there's a lot to unpack here. And I'm so sorry this had to happen right now. I wished I had the answers for you instead of questions. But baby when it comes to where you see yourself in 30 or 40 years down the road. Do you see yourself with us? Or do you see it with him?"

You rested your forehead on his." With you Eddie. Always."

Your answer gave him a wave of relief. For a moment there he was scared.

" Okay sweetheart. But let me ask you this. Do you love me the same way you used to love him?"

You shook your head and said a soft no.

Eddie hung his head.

You cupped his chin pulling it gently so he could look at you. "No honey. No. I love you so much more."

He brought your knuckles to his mouth. Kissing them tenderly. " I love you. God I love you."

He stood up and sat next to you, pulling at your waist to hug you.

There was only one more thing he needed to tell you. And he worried it might not be what you wanted to hear.

" Y/n?...I think I need to take you to see the doctor."

You started crying again. "I...I have postpartum don't I?"

Eddie kissed your forehead. " I think so baby."

...

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[stevebckley]

About me!

Hello, I’m Iri!

If you have come here from my Stranger Things twitter or my AO3, welcome.

I’ve been around fandom for a long time and on tumblr for longer but I wanted to start fresh here.

I’m a multishipper to my core. I love Steddie in my grubby little rat heart but I’ll ship anyone with Steve, Eddie or many combinations of my little barbie doll characters. 

I have no tolerance for any hate. I’m into a lot of Dead Dove concepts, A/B/O and I refuse to tolerate ship or character slander.

I’ll be accepting prompts and headcanons as I love interacting with people and bouncing ideas around.

I love to write and I’ve been trying to push myself to write more so I’d really love to be pushed out of my comfort zone to write! I have no preferences really on dynamics or top/bottom so if you’re interested we can bounce ideas around!

My AO3

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Links to my current works!

Choking Loneliness to Hope : (Complete) A study of Steve Harrington through the years and his fascination with the hands of everyone around him

Make Me an Offer (I Cannot Refuse You): (OneShot) Steve just needs weed for this party and Tommy sends him instead. When Eddie tries to overcharge him for it, he figures the can work something out but he ends up getting a bit more than he bargained for when he makes too much of an open ended offer.

It's Crazy What You'll Do (For a Friend): (WIP) A season 4 that we could have had if they'd just let Gareth be dragged into everything along with Eddie because he would've smacked Eddie upside his self sacrificing head, I just know it

I Don't Like Anticipating my Face in a Red Flush: (Complete) The five times Eddie Munson kissed Steve on the cheek and the one time he didn’t

The Bat of it All: (OneShot) Kas survives the upside down and becomes the leader of the bats but there's a catch when his friends stumble back into the upside down

Love Comes Hand in Hand: Ongoing Series

I Want You (like you want me too): (Pt 1) Chrissy Cunningham and Steve Harrington are a cheerleading power couple but they have a secret life that no one knows about. When Chrissy looks a little closer at how her boyfriend looks at Eddie Munson, she devises her own plan to make them all happy.

In Good Hands: (Pt 2) A sequel to I Want You (like you want me too) from Wayne's point of view when he comes home in the morning

Raccoons, Cheese and Other Surprises: (Pt 3) Eddie finally got the boy AND the girl. No one told him he was dating a pair of Disney princesses though, complete with the wild animals that come with them.

You Can Leave Your Manners (at the door): (OneShot) Eddie just wants to take a shower before going home but Steve has other ideas for him.

The Adventures at Hawkins Park: (OneShot) Stobin Month - A chance meeting in the park

A Needle to the Nose: (OneShot) Stobin Month - Steve gets dragged with Robin to get her nose pierced but a chance jewelry spotting means there's a change of plans

the reason comes (on the common tongue): (Oneshot) Eddie keeps Steve from succumbing to isolation syndrome after the fight with Billy and Steve offers to pay him back in a very creative way. (Omegaverse)

i will grow bold (in a barren and desolate land): (Oneshot) Tommy walks in on a scene he never expected in his own parents bedroom, luckily he's invited to stay

Something New (for me, for you): (Oneshot) Eddie knows that Steve Harrington has a penchant for helping people lose their virginities and he’s finally feeling brave enough to anonymously throw his own hat in the ring. Unbeknownst to him, Steve has plenty of plans of his own.

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Wolfe in Sheep's Clothing, pt 13

I'm sorry it's been 600 years. I wonder if anyone is still interested!

Words: 1400 ~ Pairing: Pero Tovar x OFC Beatrix Wolfe ~ Content: swears

Masterlist of all chapters here

“Do you have any idea how worried I was? Your maid came to tell me you were unwell and that I wasn’t to see you - you could have died, Bea! I was out of my mind!”

Bea worried her lower lip between her teeth as her father chewed her out. She deserved it, she knew that, but it made it no easier.

“You are my only heir. You will carry on the Wolfe lineage! And you almost sacrificed it, for what? To ride your horse five minutes longer?”

“It was only a little rain,” Bea murmured, feeling six years old again.

“You must be more careful!” Lord Wolfe knelt before her, taking her hands in his larger ones. “Sometimes I look at you and see the small child you were. I didn’t take risks with her and I won’t take risks with you. Do you understand?” He frowned, pressing his lips to the backs of her hands, gently. “I’m not convinced that the mercenary - the foreign one - is a good influence.”

Bea scoffed. “He saved me from Sir Gareth!”

Lord Wolfe rose to his feet, sighing, his gaze scanning the walls of her room before landing on her again. “Be that as it may. He is wild, and I want you to walk the path appropriate for a lady. I will have William accompany you from today onwards.”

Bea bit the inside of her cheek to stop a retort. Defending Tovar would not help him.

“Very well,” she said, hollowly.

Lord Wolfe cupped her cheek. “You are your mother’s daughter, my precious girl, and I care for you deeply.”

You care for your legacy deeply, Bea almost snipped at him, but stopped herself. She was being unfair and she knew it.

Her father could have made her wed Sir Gareth. Could have turned a blind eye to his overstepping and brutish behaviour, but he’d sided with her, and she was grateful for that, and everything else he had done for her.

She leaned up to kiss his cheek. “I know you do, father.”

He smiled at last. “Perhaps you should rest. I’ll arrange for a meal to be brought up to your room.”

Bea swallowed. She couldn’t stay here, looking at the bed she’d seen Heaven in with Tovar - with Pero.

“I’d like to eat with everyone else. If that is all right with you.”

“That’s my girl. Come down when you’re ready.”

Bea gave him a smile and then let it drop when the door closed behind him.

A few seconds later, Matilda poked her head in. 

“My lady?”

“Come in, Matilda.”

Her maid’s face was suspended in concern. “You are quite well?”

“Yes.” Bea embraced her, breathed in her lavender soap scent. “Thankyou. I’d like to join everyone for breakfast. Perhaps you would see to my appearance?”

** 

Bea sat between William and her father during the meal.

Pero sat four tables away from them, with the other servants, liveried footmen, and such. He picked at his food, simultaneously trying to sneak looks at Bea and also not make it obvious that he was trying to look.

It was exhausting.

Mierda, he’d be lucky to ever get within six feet of her ever again.

He should leave now. Return to Spain. Or, travel this country in search of more work. He would need to leave William, he supposed. But the Irishman seemed settled here, and interested in Bea’s lady’s maid, Matilda.

It would be a good life. William deserved that.

Tovar deserved nothing. He’d been a breath away from stealing Bea’s innocence. In a way, he’d taken some of it already.

But he couldn’t regret that, not for a single heartbeat.

After the meal, none of which he tasted, he wore himself to exhaustion mucking out the stables, patrolling the perimeter, and taking on any menial tasks that needed to be done. He worked harder than he had in months, if not years.

By the end of the day, he opted to take supper with the kitchen staff, to avoid seeing Bea dressed in her finery for dinner.

When he finally dragged his exhausted old bones back to the room he shared with William, the Irishman was waiting there, a smug little smile on his irritatingly handsome face.

“What?” Pero all but snarled.

“Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, did we?” William, the little shit, asked.

“If I were you, I would move out of the way, pendejo,” Tovar grunted.

William held out a folded piece of paper. “Even if I have a message for you?”

Interest stirred Tovar out of his mood, and he took the parchment from his friend.

Meet me in the orchard when the moon is up

I need to see you

B

“La hostia,” Pero breathed. “My head will be separated from my fool body if I go. It would be insanity of the highest order.”

William folded his arms. “But you will go. I can see it on your face. And I’m going with you. If it all goes to shit, I’ll say Lady Wolfe asked me to take her on a walk because she couldn’t sleep.”

Pero arched a brow. “You think that will work?”

“Christ, no. But it’s better than the alternative, which is letting her out alone.”

Pero snorted. “Si. When the moon rises, then.”

*** 

Bea waited nervously under the branches of the biggest apple tree. Would he come? Had William given him the note?

Maybe he’d had his fill of her last night. Perhaps he would move on. Had she imagined the softness in his gaze when he’d touched her?

William stood a polite few feet away, hand on his scabbard. Bea trusted the Irishman. He was sweet, kind, funny.

A pity that he did not appeal to her on the level that Tovar did. 

“Princesa.”

Her heart leapt and she turned to catch Pero’s gaze, dark amber under the hood of a grey cloak. “You came!”

She launched herself into his arms and he caught her, and she all but purred in delight at being so close to his warm, broad body.

She had a moment to wonder anxiously if maybe he had tired of her now they had been naked together, but then he buried his face in her hair and murmured, “I missed you, bonita. It is insanity, but it is true.”

Bea lifted her face for his kiss, and for heartbeats that stretched, they got lost in each other.

“Is this all we shall ever have?” Bea whispered into his neck. “Stolen moments under apple trees?”

Pero sighed, stroking small circles with the pad on his thumb on the small of her back. “Were I a better man, I would let you go. But I am not. I am greedy, and I want whatever time I can steal with you, for as long as you will stoop to be with me.”

A crack tore through Bea’s heart. “I am not stooping. You are worth a thousand of spoiled brats like Sir Gareth. I wish there were a way to show my father that.”

They held on to each other, not speaking. Bea listened to the steady thrum of Pero’s heart under her ear.

“My lady. As sorry as I am to interrupt, the guard will be changing soon,” William intoned a few feet away. “We can’t be caught.”

Bea squeezed Pero tight. He returned the hold, as if he was trying to press the memory of her into the lines of his body, and then he cupped her face for a deep, tender kiss.

William snagged her hand and Bea glanced back over her shoulder at the line of her lover, tall and proud and broad, in his black cloak. The moonlight kissed the outline of his figure against the column of the tree. She would have given anything to run away with him, and never have to look back.

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[msviolacea]

4 skips!

So, this one turned out interesting - I used my "Big List of Favorites" playlist, and four shuffled skips in was Poe - Control. Which has been associated in my mind for YEARS with an OC whose story I've never written, mostly because I've never quite managed to work out all the details of the plot.

But, she's the one who appears in my head when this song plays, so I decided to try to put her down on the page, at least a little.

Original fic here - a space opera setting, one I'm slowly (VERY slowly) adapting from an AU fanfic I wrote in ... 2008? Thereabouts.

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Oh no, Lark thinks, you're not winning that easily.

"Return to previous level," she tells the computer, as she reaches up to move a piece of code from one screen to another. "We'll find a different entrance."

"Fourth level," the computer announces, a moment later. Its voice is cheerful and feminine, and Lark mostly tries not to think about how much it sounds like Serena. She built it that way, but sometimes it's hard to remember why.

Her hand reaches up to touch her cheek reflexively. She no longer feels a phantom ache around the irregular ridges in her skin, not while awake. The feel of them grounds her.

"Move to position 3509.4," she tells the computer, "and deploy at half speed."

Gareth's team built this security system. They're better than the last time, she notes, but they still won't be better than her. Honestly, Gareth should thank her for all the training she's giving his people. No training simulation would teach them how to code a security system better than trying to keep a step ahead of a hacker. And Gareth himself taught Lark the basics, all those years ago.

She shakes her head. "Why the nostalgia today?" she asks herself.

"I do not recognize that command."

"Disregard, I'm not talking to you." Lark slaps her own cheek lightly. "Let's see what this section looks like."

Another hour passes without her notice, as she analyzes the code, line by line, symbol by symbol, looking for the weak point. She's almost resigned to pulling back to the previous level again when she finally sees it - a simple juxtaposition, two symbols switched. It's a mistake anyone could make, even the most expert of programmers. It doesn't affect the way the code runs at all; what it does, though, is give someone like her a millimeter of space to squeeze through.

A millimeter is all she needs.

It takes several more hours, but the work from here is a well worn path for Lark. The virus she leaves will do its job the next time the system reboots, sometime within the next twenty-eight hours. At that time, more than two dozen people will receive a notice that their debts to Den-Tarr have been forgiven. The Den-Tarr system will have no record of those debts ever existing. And more than two dozen people, along with their families, will have the means to save a bit of money and get the hell off of their miserable planet.

It would have been nice to free more, she thinks, but this was as large a group she could manage without exposing herself. She'll come back later, she promises. Her next target is another recruiting company, a way to stop the exploitative assholes from ever funneling the desperate to this planet in the first place.

Oh, yeah, and to take the Den-Tarr recruiting fees for herself. Her hardware doesn't pay for itself, after all.

"Process complete," the computer says. "Execute?"

"Yes."

As her primary screen goes blank, Lark sees her own reflection - and for a brief second, another face imposes itself on top. A hallucination, she knows it, but she still sneers at the memory of it.

"Hi Mom," she murmurs. "Get fucked."

[whatamesswehavemade]

Best Friends and First Loves

Requested: No, but I am taking requests :)

Fluff no smut! Totally safe

Warnings: swearing, kissing, thunder and lightning

Word count: 1075

Summary: It’s a rainy day meant for studying, best friends, and sudden feelings bursting out the seams.

Y/N- Your Name

Y/L/N- Your last name

GIF not mine

Pit. Pat.

Pit. Pat.

You looked up from where you were sitting and saw rain droplets on the window.

“Shit, I didn’t know it was gonna rain today.”

“Well, it was windy and cold today. I had a feeling it might.” Eddie sat on the floor against the couch where you sat. Chewing on the end of his pen, he didn’t even look up at you with his comment. His brows furrowed as he stared at his algebra homework.

“If you knew it was gonna rain, why didn’t you say anything when you saw I didn’t have a jacket?” you asked, eyes glued on his concentrated look.

Eddie looked up at you, looking even more confused than when staring at his papers. “What am I? Your mom? And whatever, I was just gonna let you borrow my jacket if need be. I knew we were coming back to my place after school. You have your own pick of jackets or sweaters here.” he shrugged and, with a wave of his hand at you, turned his attention back to the work in front of him.

Staring at him for a second, a smile grew on your face. You nudged him with your foot, “I knew you liked me, Munson.”

His head shot up, “What? I mean, yeah, you’re my best friend, so I guess I tolerate you.”

Eddie's stuttering and being defensive make your smile grow wider. “You’re fully ready to hand over any jacket of yours to me, right?”

“Yeah… what about it?” He squints at you, trying to calculate your next move.

You slide off the couch and sit, crisscrossed next to him. You lean in close to him, “Only guys who like-like a girl will let them have their choice of any of their precious jackets.”

“‘Like-like’? What are we? Five?” He leans back into you, still squinting at you.

“Would you rather me use ‘love’?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him. He stares at you a bit longer. You see his eyes flicker down to your lips for a second.

Lightly elbowing you away, he scoffs. “Whatever. You’re my best friend, Y/N. I love you as a friend.” His cheeks are flushed red. You poke his cheek, but he doesn’t look back up at you. You lean over and kiss his cheek, knowing that’ll set him off.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He shakes his head, not looking up at you. He drops his pen and grabs your hand, playing with your fingers.

You sigh and try to pull your hand away. Maybe you’re in over your head. He is your best friend. 

His grip tightens on your hand, not wanting to lose your hand. He still doesn’t look up at you. You stare at him for a second, then look back to the window, the rain picking up— lightning flashes by the window. You prepare yourself for the thunder. You always hate thunder. When it doesn’t come, you look back at Eddie’s hand connected to yours, still moving your fingers around.

“Eddie, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Let’s just drop it and get back to our wo––” thunder cut you off, causing you to jump closer to Eddie. He laughs and lets go of your hand quickly, wrapping his arm around you.

“It’s cute how scared you are of something as harmless as thunder.” He rubs your arm, trying to calm you.

“It comes out of nowhere! I just don't expect it.” You laugh, hiding your face into the crook of his neck. 

You feel him kiss the top of your head. His free hand lightly touches your chin. He pushes up, wanting you to look at him. Meeting his soft, brown eyes, he just stares at you and takes a long, deep sigh. You feel his breath fan over your face.

“OK, Y/L/N, you’ve got me. I do love you. And I have since the day we were assigned as partners in that lab in middle school. I barely knew you then, but I knew off the bat that you’d be my best friend and hopefully my girlfriend one day. And then freshman year of high school, when you came to my first band practice. God, I knew you were a keeper then–– the way you cheered me on in Gareth’s garage. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you when playing. Oh jeez, or that one time you came over in the middle of the night because you were past curfew and your mom locked you out, and you insisted on cuddling with me in bed instead of me sleeping on the couch and giving you the bed. Or––” he was rambling. It seemed to you that every moment you’ve ever had together has built up in him and is spewing out in front of you as he confesses his love for you. As he recounts each detail, his eyes have moved back to your hands, where he has interlocked your fingers. He pushes your hands around lightly as he recounts these memories.

You can tell he’s never going to stop. You quickly lean in and kiss him, his talking stopping and his lips light on yours.

As you go to pull away, his hand comes up and grabs the back of your head, keeping you close to him as he deepens the kiss. You can still feel the memories and love he was expressing in his long monologue pouring out into this kiss. His hand moves to your cheek–– you can feel his cold rings sting against your hot skin. This is everything you’ve been dreaming of. You start to wonder if this is a dream, but then another rumbling bout of thunder comes through, causing you to jump out of the kiss. This was definitely real.

Eddie’s breath is quick, trying to catch it after the makeout. He’s laughing at the same time–– he can never get enough of your reaction to thunder. You giggle and lean your forehead against his. “I love you too, Munson.”

He shakes his head. “I love you more, Princess. I’ll keep you safe from the thunder.” He pecks your nose.

You grab his notebook that has fallen next to him and shove it back in his lap. “And I’ll keep you from failing your algebra exam tomorrow, so let’s get back to studying.” You peck his nose back as he rolls his eyes and grunts. 

[plaindonutsworld]

Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

I made part two to the Gareth story! Also this is 1st person this time (I, Me, My) next might be in you, your, and that kind of stuff

Part two

Okay, I made this because I thought it was cute but I got a request for a part two, I was going to make it anyway. But I just felt like I should get started now. And this one is longer than the first one, I think.

Warning: Blood, kissing, cussing, fluff, small abuse, injuries, fighting, comfort, and some harassment (somewhat) that may be it but I'm really not too bright so I have forgotten some stuff

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Sunday, 1984 6:58 AM

I picked my head up, tired and drowsy. Finding Gareth in my lap, my hand on his head, bundled in his hair. He was beautiful, and I enjoy his company. His clock on the wall dinged. 7 o'clock, my dad's going to beat the living hell out of me. But I could stay a bit longer, right? I rubbed Gareth's head softly, for maybe 5-10 minutes. Then stood up, softly moving him off of me, and he let out a small groan. "Huh? Where are you going, Sweetheart?" He said picking his head up drowsily and blinked a few times. "Nowhere, go back to sleep" I said rubbing his back, sitting next to him as he drifted back into his sleep.

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Sunday, 1984 9:30 AM

I'm so dead meat at home, but the house smelled nice. I had made breakfast, waffles, side of bacon and eggs and some lovely coffee for me and grabbed a Dr. Pepper for "Gareth The Great". Even though Gareth made sure I never did his house work, I had already cleaned the dishes, bathroom, his room, done the clothes and cleaned the kitchen and living room.

Gareth had started stirring around, he got up from the couch, house was clean and breakfast was on the table. "Y/N, did you do this? The house? And some food?" He said walking up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, he was shirtless and good God was he hot. The way he said he was always cold, but his body was so warm, he eyes were gentle, and I could feel his soft abs through my shirt. I nodded while washing the remaining dishes. "I told you four billion times that you do not clean here, I do. Got it?" He said, his morning voice was raspy and quite deep. Definitely a turn on for most people, I was most people yet I wasn't in the 'mood'. I groaned and turned around, now facing him. "But you don't clean like I do! Plus your house can get quite dirty sometimes, which isn't too pleasant when HellFire is over. And then you've got your shirts in the floor issue. I'm sorry babe but I refuse to le-" He cut me off, and with a long, yet sweet kiss. Which obviously melted my heart and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you, but shut up" "Awww you love me?" "No, I think you're a horrible being." It came out so fast like he was certain. He said it so flatly. Did he mean it? "Of course I love you! And don't ever think otherwise, got it Sweetheart?" Sweetheart. The name that made me melt like butter. I nodded and swiped a kiss before running out the door yelling out. "Love you too, eat your food I'm running home!" And I was infact running home, I need to face your dad.

It has been atleast half an hour, I have never realized how far I lived, and I actually lived 30 minutes away from Gareth, and that was driving! Maybe I should have had Gareth drive me home, my current location wasn't even halfway home right now. Which I have to admit, sucks. As I arrived in town I heard the large clock ding, 11:00. Amazing, Dad wanted me home sooner but here I am, dying in this heat, sweating, and not to mention I already tripped four times. Maybe long bell-bottoms weren't the way to go. I just kept walking, and heard a car horn behind me. I turned around to see a older man. Okay he was like early 30's, so older than me. "Hey pretty lady, come on in my car. It'll cost you though." Ew. This old man was trying to get me to come home with him. Not to mention I was only 14. Minor safety at it's peak, how lovely. I turned around and began walking again, but someone grabbed my wrist. "I said. Get in the car." "What!? Ew! No!" "Get. In. The. Car."

The next thing I knew he was on the ground. And holy shit, your peaceful Gareth was beating him into the concrete. His hands were bloody, and the man had gotten up and threw your boyfriend onto the ground hitting the mess out of him. You needed to do something, and fast. "Get off of him!" You screamed, trying to pull the man off, yet he just threw you into his van door, you head slammed into it, knocked out. You awoke not much longer, maybe a minute later. Gareth was against the wall, his face was bloody, so were his hands, his clothes, his hair wasn't very fluffy anymore, he had cuts all over him, bruises, possible black eye and it looked like the list went on. You stood up, wincing. Killer headache, great. You saw a metal pole, this would help you out right now, eh? You picked it up, okay your boyfriend is getting he blood beat out of him, but suddenly Gareth had thrown him into the wall, and was messing this man's face up. Was it even the same creep? It was back and forth, man beat Gareth, Gareth beat man. You ran up behind the man, POW. You had just knocked this dude out with a pole. He fell to the ground, your eyes and Gareth's followed his back to the ground, then looked at each other quickly. "Y/N! You- you just knocked him out with that? Nevermind that, are you okay? Come here!" He said pulling you into his arms then grabbing you face looking you over. "Your head! It's... Well it's bleeding!" He cared way too much. "My head's fine, you don't look too sharp. Y-your face, and your arms, you look like you just got out of a meat grinder. Are YOU okay?" I said just above a whisper, cupping his face gently. "I'm fine, just go get in the car. Please?" (Yes, he drives illegally) His eyes were too much to say no to. I kissed his forehead and went to the car, looking at my hands as I sat down. It was a few minutes later before Gareth got in the car, but he got blood pretty much everywhere. "What took you so long?" "Just had to take a breather"

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What really happened:

"Listen here, you touch her again. You won't be so lucky. You're just glad she was here, or I'd be in jail for murder. Got it, Creep?" Gareth had the man by his collar, pinned to the wall. The man nodded quickly and scrambled away.

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We pulled up at my driveway and I got out, Gareth was about to drive away when I made him get out too. "Get inside this house so I can clean you up. Or I will just have to leave you." That was enough for him to get out. "I'll distract my dad, and you run to my room" "What?" "Just do it"

I walked through the door, and found my dad asleep on the couch, and motioned for Gareth to go. Which he did, I never saw him run so slow though. "Look what the dog dragged in" My dad said, grabbing my arm. "You're pretty late, don't you think so?" I kept my eyes of the ground, but looked up to see Gareth watching from a corner. I flashed a warm, comforting smile. I knew he'd do something if my dad decided to do anything, but Gareth wasn't in the condition to do anything. Yet sure enough my dear ol' dad was drunk. He practically threw me into our fireplace, tossing his glass bottle at me. Which busted, cutting me up. And I was unfazed, this was normal, I'd grown used to it, but I saw the fear, worry, and anger in Gareth's eye.

While my ever so loving father laughed, Gareth was marching up to him, throwing the hardest punch I'd ever seen. When did he get THAT strong? He was definitely out cold. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to my room, slamming and locking my door. "No." He said flatly. "No? What did I do?" "It's not you, it's him. Pack your stuff, you're moving in with me." "What? No it's fine. Just sit down Babe. You can't take much more of this. Let me clean you up atleast." I sat down on my bed, and looked at me, he sat down as well. "Im not taking no for a answer, you can get me cleaned up, as long as you move in with me." He played that card, and I wasn't going to let him leave my house without being treated. "Fine, just come on." I said dragging him to the bathroom.

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Sunday, 1984 12:36

"Hold still!" I yelled at him, sitting in his lap, cleaning the cut on his face. "You shouldn't have done that" I whispered to him. "Oh but I did. Both of the times. That creep was looking at you. And the man who helped you into this world could have took you out" He said swiping a kiss and smiling. He's just like a little kid. "Alright, get in the shower, you've still got blood on you. I'll find some clothes I stole- I mean you left here." "Yea... 'left' here " He said smiling as I got off him and leaving. I walked back in while he had just got undressed, my jaw dropped and I closed my eyes. "It's called a lock!" "Oh come on Sweetheart, it's nothing you haven't seen before!" "Shut up! Just take your clothes!" I was bright red, practically a tomato. "You're not getting in with me?" "Umm no! You told me to get packing so I best hop to it!" I said making my way out of the bathroom and back into my room, hearing him yell dramatically. "Why must you do thissssss!"

I let out a light chuckle and grabbed a bag, or two, or three. Okay maybe six bags, but they had important stuff going to be put in them. You got to work grabbing the best clothes then the rest, chucking them in a bag. Then you moved to makeup, then the hair supplies, and finally the stuff that hit home, like a picture of you and your mom when you were a small kid. And your first stuffed animal, or your favorite blanket. Which was your baby blanket 'Maddie' as you called it. "Y/N, you almost done?" "Huh? Oh, yes! Just a fe-" you were interrupted by a loud clatter under your bed. Your head, as well as Gareth's whipped to look, you knew what it was but your boyfriend didn't and he looked suspicious. He walked slowly over, and you ran and slid on your knees, reaching under the bed, pulling out your grey and white kitten. "Timmy!" You yelled out.

"Timmy?" "Timmy!" "Timmy." "Timmy!"

"That's a Timmy?" He questioned. "Yea, turns out she's a girl but we already had a name picked out." "We?" He stared blankly at you. "Me and Robin of course! Wait can he come? Please? My dad won't feed her. But I will, you won't even know she's there!" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine fine fine. I'll talk to my mom." "Thank you so so so SO much! Here just pet her!" You said holding Timmy out. "No thanks I'm good" "Please?" You said, big puppy dog eyes and he knew he wasn't going to win this one. "Fine" He said grabbing the cat, petting her softly and she was starting to purr. "She's okay I guess"

The kitten jumped off him, and a few seconds later and I jumped in Gareth's lap, shoving him onto his back on the bed. He winced. I hurt him. I quickly scrambled off him, not wanting to further hurt him. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you! I... I just... I didn't mean to, it was an accident! I'm sorry I don't know what got into me, I knew you were hurt yet I sti-" He pulled me into his arms, and kissed me, pulling me in tighter, I could almost feel the pain he was going through, just to kiss me. "You uhh... You ramble. A lot" He said breaking the kiss, and holding me close but held his side with one hand. Hoping I wouldn't notice, but I did. "Hey? Are you okay?" I said moving his hand, and lifting his shirt. Instant horror shot across my face. "Babe, I'm going to be right back." He had a horrible gash on his side, like he was slammed into something then they ripped his skin.

After I finally got him cleaned up, he was perky already, nagging me to finish getting my stuff together. He grabbed all my bags, despite all my protests. "Just grab the kitten, Sweetheart."

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Monday, 1986 11:53 AM

It had been 3 years since I moved in with him. And his best friend was dead, Eddie was gone. Gareth became the DM of HellFire, but he claims it wasn't the same. Not without Eddie. So he became slightly depressed, and joined the gang to help kill Vecna. And he was quite shocked to hear everything that went on in Hawkins.

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Part three?

I am definitely making a part three to this. I'm invested, this will definitely be a fix it, small spoiler for next part, *in code*, Fangs.

I'll let everyone sit on that for a bit, this part was longer than the last and I'm glad I could write it so fast. Part three should be out by the 26th. Excited for anyone to read!