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steddio · 1 year

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Eddie can’t listen to music anymore. God knows he wants to, would give anything to lose himself in a particularly intense guitar riff, or bang on the steering wheel of his van like it’s a drum kit, or just generally annoy those in his vicinity by refusing to turn down “that noise” (as his neighbors call it). Music was his life, his sanctuary, his whole reason for being on this stupid, fucked up planet.

But now, music makes him jumpy, panicky. Hands clenched into fists, the back of his neck prickling. He can’t help but look for the threat, for the reason music is being played. Eddie finds himself sitting in silence now, when before he couldn’t stand it. His bedroom eerily quiet, cassettes shoved in a shoebox, stereo covered with an old t-shirt. He drives with the windows down, radio off, listening only to the mundane sounds of small town Indiana.

He can’t even play guitar. Three days after he woke up covered in bandages, head aching, Wayne had brought Eddie his sweetheart, mumbling something about not wanting Eddie to be bored in the hospital. Eddie had tried to play, he really had. But just touching the strings sent him back into that life-or-death mindset, and suddenly his mouth felt like it was filled with blood and he couldn’t breathe, and the nurse had to rush in and help him release his death grip on the guitar, take deep breaths, count to ten.

After, he threw the provided pamphlets about Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder in the trash and tried to convince himself he didn’t really need to play guitar anymore. As Dustin is so fond of reminding him, he already lived the most metal moment of all time, embodied it, played for the lives of everyone he loves, for Chrissy’s death, for Hawkins’s survival. His sweetheart helped save the world, and now it’s enough that she’s only decoration in their new government payout trailer. It has to be enough, because he can barely look at her, can’t touch her without shaking, without almost throwing up.

His friends must notice. They must, because he’s been avoiding band practice, hasn’t scheduled any D&D sessions, staying far away from everything that used to bring him joy because it doesn’t. Not anymore. And sometimes he wishes they would say something, that anyone would acknowledge this 180 degree shift in Eddie’s entire being. But Jeff and Gareth are giving him space, letting him heal. And the kids are kids, dealing with their own trauma and shit. So it’s just Eddie and the silence.

—

Eddie is listlessly staring at his bedroom wall, actively trying to think about nothing, when he hears a car horn honking. He ignores it, sure that it’s irrelevant to him. The horn honks again. Then a third, fourth, fifth time, followed by, “Munson, dude, I know you’re in there!”

And what the fuck. Because Eddie knows that voice, and there’s absolutely no reason for Steve Harrington of all people to be outside his trailer. They’re not even friends! They’re just… trauma bonded. Or whatever. Maybe Eddie should have read those pamphlets.

He peeks his head out the window to see Steve shading his eyes with one hand, the other on his hip. Eddie waggles his fingers in a hesitant wave, even more surprised when Steve’s face breaks out into a grin.

“There you are, buddy! Come on, let’s go!”

Eddie begrudgingly grabs his jacket, swinging it on as he slams the door of the trailer behind him.

“Um, dude, what’s up?”

Steve only waggles his eyebrows in response. “You’ll see, but c’mon, we’re running late.”

Eddie slides into the front seat of Steve’s BMW, eyes glancing to the radio, which is blasting some Top 40 station that not only sounds like nails on a chalkboard but is already making Eddie uneasy. Steve hops in the drivers seat and, as if he can read Eddie’s mind, turns the radio off before pulling out of the trailer park.

The ride is quiet, but comfortable. Steve has the windows down, it’s a breezy summer day, and Eddie feels something underneath the listlessness that has infiltrated his brain like cobwebs. Anticipation, maybe even excitement.

Steve pulls into the Wheelers’ driveway, and Eddie follows him inside the house, down to the basement, where Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will have set up their D&D table, Will at the head wearing… is that a wizard hat?

“Welcome back from banishment, Eddie!” Dustin shouts as soon as he sees him, smiling widely. And Eddie can’t help but smile back. Because these are his kids, and he missed them, and he really did feel banished even if it was somewhat self-imposed.

Four hours later, after part one of a thrilling campaign led by Will (who really is a promising DM, Eddie has to admit), he no longer feels like that. He’s glowing, breathless, warm. The feeling buoys him through the car ride home, Steve having left and then returned to drive Eddie back. And if that good feeling allows Eddie to glance a little too long at Steve’s hair blowing in the wind, his left hand loosely resting on the steering wheel and his right on his thigh, then that’s Eddie’s business and no one else’s.

They fall into a routine. Steve picks Eddie up, drives him to the Wheelers’ house for an afternoon of D&D, and drives him home. Eddie tries not to be too obvious in his appreciation of Steve in the summer sun but he’s just a man, okay, and Steve didn’t earn his reputation for nothing.

Every time, Eddie offers to drive himself, but Steve just laughs, shakes his head. “Get in the car, Munson.”

And every time Eddie does, Steve turns the radio off. Doesn’t say anything, doesn’t acknowledge it, but their car rides are blissfully quiet. Light and easy in a way that silences aren’t when he’s alone.

—

It’s pouring rain one afternoon, rattling the roof of the trailer. Eddie is contemplating whether he can get away with smoking out his bedroom window when he hears a familiar car horn. As he approaches the car, Eddie hears what can’t be, but what is unmistakably the sound of Steve… singing? Softly, almost under his breath, Steve is singing along to the radio. He cuts off when he sees Eddie, offering a half wave and a lopsided grin. As Eddie slides into the front seat, Steve turns the radio off.

“Hey why do you do that, man?” The question slips out before Eddie can stop himself.

“Do what?” Steve looks confused.

“Turn the radio off. When I get in the car.” Now that he’s asked, Eddie finds that he needs to know. Why of all possible people, it’s Steve who’s been the most accommodating.

Steve shrugs, puts the car into drive, turns onto the main road before answering. “It bothers you,” he says simply.

Eddie must look confused when Steve glances over because he continues. “I never see you listen to music anymore. I figured it must bother you. And hey man, if anyone understands fucked up reactions it’s me. I can’t hear fireworks or see Christmas lights anymore.”

Eddie barely manages to nod his thanks, to present a facade of normalcy while his mind is racing a million miles an hour. He knows that Steve has been through some shit, clearly he had even before Eddie walked headfirst into whatever the fuck is going on in Hawkins. But he never expected Steve to be so… observant. Not of him at least.

The D&D session takes his mind off the mortifying knowledge that Steve is paying attention to him. They’re approaching Will’s grand finale, and Eddie is caught off guard by how normal it feels. To be excited about a campaign, to mess around with the kids. To laugh, unironically.

The ride home is tenser than usual but as they pull into the trailer park, Eddie musters the courage to reach out. To touch Steve’s arm and mumble a quiet but sincere “thank you.” He doesn’t stay to see if Steve responds, but the pads of his fingers burn where they met Steve’s bare forearm, and he falls asleep that night with the ghost of a pop song in his head.

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A week later, Eddie finds himself in the backseat of Steve’s car, his usual shotgun seat occupied by Robin. In situations like these, it’s hard not to feel left out, like a third wheel. Steve and Robin orbit around each other in a way that Eddie never has with anyone. But their jubilance is addictive and Eddie can’t help but be drawn in. A lone planet in their binary star system.

They’re telling some inside joke, something about Muppets, and Steve is glowing in the way he only ever does with Robin or Dustin, beaming like a carefree teenager instead of gazing sadly out of eyes that look too old for his face. Eddie is breathless, finds himself laughing along, eyes glued to Steve’s mouth (his smile, not his lips, Eddie lies to himself). Robin launches into song and there’s a moment when Steve joins in, and it’s ridiculous but possibly the most glorious thing Eddie has ever heard because it’s music. It’s music and it makes him feel safe.

After a blissful few seconds, Steve cuts off, as if catching himself, turns to meet Eddie’s eyes, face halfway between joy and panic. Robin doesn’t seem to notice, and Steve has one hand up as if to stop her before Eddie shakes his head slowly, starts to smile. Steve’s face begins to relax again, one eyebrow raising in question.

“Don’t stop,” Eddie mouths.

Steve turns back to Robin, picking up the thread of their foolish imitation. And maybe Eddie is still lying to himself because is this really music? But he thinks it might be the most beautiful sound regardless.

They drop Robin off at home and Eddie climbs up to the front seat, winking at Steve’s feigned outrage about “the leather, dude!” Steve backs out of Robin’s driveway, gets halfway down the block before he pulls over.

“Hey I’m sorry about earlier,” he starts softly. “I got carried away. I hope—. Well. I hope you’re okay, man. I know music bothers you.”

Eddie feels a blush rising at this ridiculous, lovely man and his concern. Steve is looking at Eddie, brow furrowed, assessing every minute detail of his face as if searching for evidence of injury. Eddie wants to reach out and smooth it with a touch, to make Steve laugh again in that carefree way. He settles for reaching out in a different way, laying a piece of himself bare.

“It doesn’t. Bother me, that is. Not when it’s you.”

The silence that follows is expectant, Steve’s expression hard to read. They’ve been on the precipice of something for weeks now, and Eddie has stepped off the ledge. But as always, Steve is there to catch him. His grin is lopsided, eyes warm, as he sings softly,

“But I know, uh-huh, that you're sad. And I know I'll make you happy with the one thing that you never had, baby I'm your man.”

And Eddie has half a second to think Wham!? Really? before they’re kissing. They’re kissing in the front seat of Steve’s car and Eddie has the sudden, embarrassing, wondrous urge to turn the radio on. So he does.

#steddie #stranger things #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve is a wham! fanboy in this #eddie is in the car with a beautiful boy and the beautiful boy can SING???#A writes

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its-monster-mash · 1 year

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Didn’t Your Momma Ever Tell You not to Talk to Strangers?

Bo Sinclair x Reader - Part One

WARNINGS: Fem!Reader, Gendered terms of endearments/insults, violent thoughts—but they don’t get enacted in this chapter, Bo is…Bo. Sexist Pig.

Part Two Part Three

Bo still thinks back on that first day he saw you.

The first thing he heard when that busted up old van rolled into town was a god awful rattling that told him the wheel bearing was beyond fucked and you were all lucky the wheel hadn’t popped right off and went careening down the highway without you.

You didn’t get his funeral act—he happened to already be hard at work when the rust bucket rolled in, so of course, he was in a pretty shit mood about having to deal with new arrivals right that second until you popped out of the window like a Dukes of Hazzard reject—your sweaty hair matted to your face and your ratty old band tee clinging to your body for dear life in the summer heat.

That lightened his mood right away—you’d look real pretty in his basement, and he was already running through all the ways he’d enjoy making you cry when he realized something awfully damn disappointing.

The rest of your little crew was packed into that van like a goddamn clown car, and judging by the outline of the knife in your tight little cut off shorts, you ladies weren’t fucking around.

But you were fuckin’ nice, weren’t you? All polite and shit. ‘Course, you couldn’t have been too awfully bright, asking the guy in the greasy coveralls if he’s a mechanic—no shit bitch; you think he just rolls around in motor oil because it smells pretty? Get fucked.

His momma would have thought you were trash—the way you were strutting around like that with all that ink in your skin—but god help him, it got him hot. Just the thought of slapping his own name down on you sent a rush through him.

He knows better though. As easy as it would be to grab you and drag you away—the way you were smiling at him like you fucking trusted him and the bullshit charming persona he was feeding you—but even he was smart enough to know that if he tried anything, your little pack of women would fall upon him like wolves—that’d be a fuckin’ stupid way to go out.

So he replaced the wheel-bearing on your friend’s shitty van, you paid him, and his eye twitched at the thought of letting you slip from his grasp when you’d been just about close enough for him to taste your blood under his teeth.

You called him a ‘Lifesaver’ before giving him a peck on the cheek and climbing back in through the window.

You had no idea how right you were—the fact that he let you walk out of Ambrose may as well have been the same thing as saving your useless life.

What a fuckin’ joke.

He didn’t figure he’d see you again after that.

~*~

That is, until two weeks later when he heard the most goddamn annoying custom horn he’d ever heard in his life, and in rolls the slutwagon—you were already leaning out the window with a big stupid smile, waving at him like you two were buddies or something.

Fuck, he was annoyed to see you—it was a goddamned tease—he couldn’t get his hands on you, and yet here you were, darkening his doorstep with that big fuckin’ smile. You probably thought you were so adorable.

He did have to hand it to you about your taste in music though—assuming you weren’t just some vapid bitch wearing someone else’s shirts.

More interesting though, was the shiny loaf of tinfoil you presented to him.

Banana bread—you’d told him—baked it yourself.

Like he was supposed to be touched.

He figured you’d stopped by because you needed him to fix something else on that rolling death trap, but no; all you wanted to do was stop by while you went on your road trip and bring him something nice—since he had been so good to you before.

Fucking freak; who does that?

That damn banana bread was fucking good though—maybe there was hope to make a fuckin’ woman out of you yet.

~*~

Week after week, he had come to expect your little visits—and the sweets you always brought with you. It was like tribute—and goddamn if he didn’t deserve it for being so fucking patient with you.

It was fucking rude of you, honestly, training him like a fucking dog to get all excited when you would come in to town. It had been an awfully long time since he was actually excited to see a specific person—been a long fuckin’ time since there was anyone outside of Ambrose who actually wanted to see him—and part of him hated you for the way your smile spread to his lips when he saw you.

The more genuine his happiness, the more he wanted to fucking punish you.

Honestly, how dare you? How dare you go and make yourself important enough to him that he actually misses you between your little visits?

And then you have the nerve to leave too?

Fuck you, Cunt. The least you could do is go ahead and chain yourself up in his basement, for all the trouble you’ve caused him.

Maybe then he could forgive you.

Fuckin’ doubt it though.

~*~

He hates this day—the day you’re supposed to visit always puts him on edge, and he spends the hours until you and your little pack of wolves actually decide to roll in pacing around by his shop—as if he’s got nothing better to be doing—because that’s where you always come looking for him.

And why not?

You’ve got no idea anything’s weird about Ambrose—you only ever come ‘round to fuck with his heart anyway.

He oughta let Vincent immortalize you in wax—that way you could never fucking leave him again—but then who’d bake him pumpkin bread with the little chocolate chips, just the way he likes it?

Seriously, somehow it was like the chocolate stayed melty even after the bread was long cooled—the bakery in the closest town over doesn’t even sell pumpkin bread. It had to be some kind of fuckin’ witchcraft—that’s it, you bewitched him with your cooking—it’s the only explanation for the for the way his heart stirs when he hears that goddamn horn.

Quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach after all—honestly—you must have done this to him on purpose.

“Hey Bo!” You call out of the window as that sad excuse for a van stops out in front of his shop.

He could have fixed that door of course, but he loves watching you climb out of that little window, so he’s never offered.

“Hey Pretty Lady, got something good for me today?”

“Your favorite,” you beam proudly, presenting a wrapped up loaf that better be fucking pumpkin.

He’d be awful hurt if after all this time you thought his favorite was anything else—not sure how well he could hold himself back if you managed to screw that up.

You are cute though, standing there expectantly, waiting for the hug that’s become a part of your little ritual. He likes the way your titties crush against his chest when you wrap your arms around him, and he lifts you off the ground just a bit for good measure—even he knows that girls love that shit, and to be honest, he’s not quite sure how he’d react if you just up and decided to never come visit him again.

So he’ll keep playing nice, even when it makes the bile rise up to the back of his throat every time your vapid little friends make immature little noises mocking you—and by extension him—for how damn cute you look.

He doesn’t hear the cacophony of hyenas this time though—no—this time it’s a man’s voice.

“So that’s my competition?”

Bo’s jaw goes tense immediately, and he’s not sure if he’s more angry with you for being a fucking slut, or the douchebag leaning out the window and eye-fucking you.

“Get fucked, Corey,” you hiss, throwing the bird over your shoulder without so much as looking at him.

Good Girl, he thinks. Don’t you fucking dare look at that yuppie little fucker.

But that yuppie little fucker is in the shitbucket van—the van you came in on. There’s a metallic taste in Bo’s mouth, and it’s only now that he realizes he’d been biting the inside of his cheek. Truth is, all he is to you is a fucking stop on your road trip—whoever the fuck Corey is, he’s part of your world.

The thought of that shrimpy little cuck bitch getting to fuck you makes him see fucking red.

You have no idea how much danger you’re in right now. There’s nothing Bo wants more that to smack the shit out of your pretty little face for making a fool out of him.

That would teach you—fuck you up so bad no one but him ever wanted to fuck you again.

But he deserves better—he likes your pretty face—so you’d better fucking make it up to him.

What stings the most is that he can’t do shit about any of it right now—and he knows damn well that maybe he never will.

He is not used to feeling powerless, and he is not a fan.

“Oh come on,” The dickprint whines. “You’ll fuck around with this hick but not me?”

So you weren’t fucking him.

That eases Bo’s temper a little bit—even in spite of the fucking rude bullshit the little shit is spewing—and his world stops falling down around him.

“Hey Cumstain, how about you shut your fucking mouth when you’re in my damn town,” Bo fires off, pulling you off to the side of him as he stalks toward the van—your stupid little friends actually look intimidated for once, and it fills him with a surge of pride.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not staying—unlike you I actually have places to go in life.”

“Corey,” you hiss, and the way your lip curls with rage is getting Bo hot under the collar—you look fucking good when you’re angry.

“Oh calm down,” he waves you off. “You’re not this guy’s type anyway—he looks like he gets all his action at the family reunion.”

Bo’s about two seconds shy of dragging this fucker out of the van and making him settle their differences like men—which is to say, he’d utterly pummel the much smaller guy—because God Damn would it feel good to bash that guy’s skull in until his brain matter is clinging to his fists.

But you get in the way.

You’re marching right back to that van with a fire in your eyes that makes Bo wonder if you might actually have more in common with him than he’d originally thought.

You take a fistful off the fucker’s necklaces, and drag him close to you. “You’re gonna fucking apologize to Bo, and you’re gonna do it right fucking now,” you snarl.

“No way, you fucking crazy bitch!” He squirms, but you don’t let him go until one of your usual group shouts your name a couple of times.

Bo kind of wants to rip her throat out for that—he was really looking forward to seeing what you would have done to that guy if he kept up his disrespectful mouth.

“Okay, Tasha, I’m not going one more mile with this piece of shit—so we’re gonna have to figure something else out,” you save Bo the trouble of snapping at her.

“We’re six hours away from home—what are you planning to do?” She huffs. “Walk?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” You put your hands up in exasperation, and Bo can’t help but watch you with baited breath—praying to God that this goes where he hopes it’s going.

Maybe, fucking finally, all his patience is about to pay off.

You turn to face him, and he slaps on a super forced looking smile to cover up the manic glee that’s threatening to burst through. “Is there a hotel in Ambrose?”

“Nah,” Bo shakes his head in a mockery of solemnity, before seeming to perk up with an idea that of course hadn’t crossed his mind before. “You can crash with me though if you want—I got plenty’a room for ya.”

He looks like such a fucking gentleman, and you just fucking nod, taking his hand like a fucking dumb slut who has no idea how much danger she’s getting herself into. “Thanks, Bo, I think I’ll have to take you up on that, if it’s not to much trouble.”

“If it were, I wouldn’t have offered.” That should have been fucking obvious—that’s okay though, he’ll have so much time to force some sense into you now—all the time in the fucking world.

“Are you crazy?” Tasha stares at you in utter disbelief, but you don’t budge—at this point, Bo’s not sure if he’d let you, not when he’s so close to finally bringing you home where you belong. “Come on, just get in the van, okay?”

“No, I’m staying—so don’t bother worrying about me.” You squeeze Bo’s hand a little tighter, and it takes all his willpower not to laugh.

He’s well aware that you’re at least partly using him to antagonize your friends, but he’s more than happy to indulge you right now—you’ll be indulging him soon enough.

“Fine, be that way,” she huffs, kicking the van into drive. “I’ll pick you up next week.”

“Fine,” you sneer, and with that, you’ve sealed your fate.

Bo had spent so much time wracking his brain trying to figure out how to separate you from your little friends, but you went and did all the hard work for him.

Stupid little slut.

He watches that rolling scrap pile leave, and the animal in his chest pants and whines and begs him to maul you like the savage dog you’ve made him—but not yet.

He’s the master of this kennel, and he’s feeling like having a little foreplay this time around.

Lucky you.

#Bo Sinclair #bo sinclair simping #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x female reader #Bo Sinclair x reader #good god I love this disaster man #dymetynttts #probably going to be at least a short series for when I need to decompress from work

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theactioneer · 1 year

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The Dead Pool (Buddy Van Horn, 1988)

#dirty harry #clint eastwood #speargun #80s action movies #gif

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perfettamentechic · 2 years

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The Lady and the Lord

Chapter 10

Eddie Munson x fem!reader.

This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰

Chapter summary: time to deal with the damages Vecna's done.

Chapter warnings: spoiler season 4, slight mention of rape, Andy, lots of cuteness.

Two days... two days since the Upside Down.

Apparently even if Steve, Nancy and Robin managed to kill Vecna, part of his plan succeded.

Four big gates spreading over the whole town, destroyed almost everything, then they stopped and retreated themselves... but they still did lots of damages around Hawkins.That's why a lot of people are now leaving the city.

Max is... okay... she's in a coma. According to the doctor she died for a whole minute, that's why just part of Vecna's plan succeded. Thankfully the doctors also say she's stable and there are a lot of chances she'll wake up soon. Lucas is with her everyday.

And... Eddie... we had lot of troubles bringing him back through the gate, but we did it.

At the hospital they didn't want to take him in, but I managed to talk to the chief and explained to him almost everything so.. he helped. Basically Eddie is fine. Still recovering, but he should be out soon.

Today we, as in Nancy, Robin, Steve, Dustin and I, are collecting some things to take to the Hawkins High school, to help those who got injured and left homeless by the "earthquake".

"Hey Nance! I found so.e more of your old stuff in the attic" Mrs Wheeler comes out of the house with a bix box in her arms.

Nancy quickly collects it and put it in the car.

"Someone order a pizza?" She then asks, earning confused looks from the rest of us.

"Pizza?" Dustin echoes.

We all turn to hear, before see, a horn blaring of a pizza van... stopping in front of the house.

"Oh my god" I let out a chuckle as we see Mike, Will, El, Jonathan and a guy with very long hair... impressive hair getting out of the vehicle.

Mike rushes to his mother, Nancy to Jonathan, Will and El coming towards me and Dustin.

I immediately pull El in for a hug, holding her close not believing she's actually here.

"Hi" I say.

"Hi" she replies tightening her hug.

"What... happened?" I let go to properly look at her, noticing her buzzed hair.

"Long story" she says.

"Hey you" I go to hug Will as Dustin hugs El.

"Hi, Y/n" He says "Where's Lucas?"

"He's at the hospital" Dustin answers.

"Was he hurt?" El asks.

"No. No, he's.."

"He's okay.. Max on the other hand, she's in a sort of coma. The doctors say she should wake up soon though... hopefully" I explain.

"We can take you see her, if you want" Nancy offers and El is quickly to nod her head yes.

Nancy, Jonathan, Mike, El, Will and Argyle, I think his name is, go to the hospital, then to Hopper's cabin, apparently El needs a place to hide, all while Robin, Steve, Dustin and I go to take the boxes to the high school.

"You got it, buddy?" Steve asks Dustin as we walk through the parking lot.

"I'm fine" he assures him. His leg isn't completely healed yet, but Dustin insisted on helping.

We enter the gym, the whole place is filled with people. Lot of them are volunteers, medics, but just as many, if not more, are now-homeless people, people who lost their close ones..

There a big board, covered in poster of missing people.

"Oh god.." I mutter to myself.

One of the girls responsible there smiles at us as we arrive to leave the boxes on the table in front of her.

"Hi"

"Uh, so these are blankets and sheets. And some... some clothes and... and some kids' toys" Robin explains.

"Wow" the girl, 'Melissa' says her name tag, is surprised "it's already so organized. We appreciate that. Do you want a tax receipt for it?" She then asks.

"Uh...No. I don't think that we need one. Thank you, though" Robin answers. "But is there anything else that we can do to help?"

I'm sent to give water to the people sitting in the gym, so is Dustin while Robin is making sandwiches and Steve is at the clothes section.

As I walk around offering glasses of water I notice a man at the missing posters board, he's taking one off to hang another.

I look a bit more attentively and notice it's for Eddie.

Oh my god, that must be Eddie's uncle. Hadn't anyone told him Eddie's okay?

I walk to Dustin.

"Can you hold these for a moment?" I ask him.

"Sure"

I give him the last three glasses of water and I make my way to the man and take a very deep breath.

"Hi, uh... sorry?" I try to catch his attention, he eventually turns around. "Are you... uh... are you Eddie's uncle?"

"That's me" he dryly replies. "What do you want?"

"I'm... can, uh.. can we talk, please?"

"I can't imagine we got anything to talk about. My nephew is innocent" he firmly says.

I look down with a small smile and notice the poster he took of just a moment before.

The old poster of Eddie is smeared with horns and "satanic" drawings... oh..

"I.. I know that, Mr Munson. Trust me" I tell him, looking up at him again.

"What?" He seems taken aback by that.

"I know Eddie, I know he's innocent. And I know he's not missing, sir. He's at the hospital. He got badly hurt during the... the earthquake, saving me..."

I see him letting out a big sigh of relief, going to sit down.

"You're not making fun of me?" He checks.

"I know the people around here are mean and likes to point their fingers at the first... different person they find.. and you have no reason to trust me, but I'm not lying, sir." I sit with him "Eddie is at the hospital. I don't know why no one warned you earlier"

"What's your name?" He asks.

"I'm Y/n L/n" I answer.

"Oh... I should've known right away... you're the Y/n my nephew always talks about" He chuckles and I feel my cheeks heating up at the thought of Eddie talking about me with his uncle.

"Can't seem to make him shut up about you, you know. God..." he chuckles again, relief written all over his face "for a moment I really thought he was dead... thank you"

"I actually should be the one thanking him, he was a true hero. He is." I chuckle nervously.

"I better go see him.. thank you, for telling me" he stands up shaking my hand, holding it in his. "Hope to see you again, Y/n."

"I hope so too."

As he walks away I call him again "actually... Uh. I know your trailer was one of those seriously damaged by the earthquake and... Eddie's gonna stay at mine for a while.. if you have no place to go, you're more than welcome" I offer.

"You're very kind, Eddie was right about that. But don't worry, I got a place to stay in. Just promise to take care of him?"

"Of course, sir"

"Thank you again" He answers with a sweet smile and walks away again.

I go to Steve to help him folding some shirts and sweaters, and I notice Robin talking and joking with Vickie at the table in front of us.

"Awe look at our baby.." I say.

"I'm so happy for her. She deserves this" Steve says.

"Definitely. Now we're gonna have to find someone for you. You too deserve that" I sweetly tell him as I start to fold some clothes.

"You're just saying that because you want to get rid of me" he jokes.

"Yeah... I mean.. I don't know how Eddie would take it to have you in the way... constantly. You know, a threesome every now and then, fine, but constantly? You're lots of work, Harrington" I laughs.

"Don't tempt me, honey. I still remember some things about that night" he jokes back.

"Oh shut up" I scold him playfully and he laughs.

"So... should I get from it that you and Eddie are a thing now?" He asks with a teasing tone.

"Maybe.." I shyly grin.

"Mhmm... he hurts you, he's dead." He says, suddenly serious.

"Yeah, sure Stevie. Sure" I give him a sceptical look.

"Hey... I can beat him up" He insists.

"I'm not saying anything, Stevie"

"I didn't like your tone, honey" he says.

"I'm messing with you" I nudge him "thank you.."

"For what? Handing you the shirts?" He jokes.

"Yeah that... and also.. for always looking out for me" I quietly say.

"Thank you for trusting me" he wraps one arm around my shoulders kissing my head.

"Now, please... don't say anything about Eddie to Dustin, not yet."

"Why?" Steve asks confused, getting back at folding some sweaters.

"Because he wanted to be the very first to know about me and Eddie so... don't say anything." I ask him with a chuckle.

"Sure" he laughs.

" I have to find the right way to tell him"

"why? He's been your number one fan all this time, he's gonna be enthusiastic" Steve tells me.

"Yeah, I know. I just don't want him to organise a wedding or... hear him say 'I told you'" I explain, mimicking Dustin's voice.

"Right... wait...Do I get to be the best man, right?" He jokes leaning onto me.

"You're gonna be my bridesmaid, Stevie." I tell him with a laugh.

There's a comical pause in which he actually considers it, before he speaks again "deal"

"I need to find a way to tell him without him freaking out too much, you gotta help me, okay?" I let out a nervous chuckle, when he doesn't answer right away I insist "Okay?"

"I don't think he's the one you should be worried about... on this 'boyfriend' matter" he tells me.

"Why?" I look up to him, but his eyes aren't on me, rather behind me.

I turn around curiously looking around the gym.

My eyes land on a very familiar figure... that can't be... Hopper?

"Steve..."

"Yes honey?"

"Tell me you see him too please." I shakily ask "I don't want to run to a complete stranger because I'm having hallucinations"

"Go hug him, honey." Steve gently pushes me forward and I immediately rush to the other side of the gym, making my way through the sea of people on the way.

I see him brightly smile at me as I get closer, he opens his arm as I jump at him wrapping my arms around his neck crying like a baby.

His arms are tightly wrapped around me.

"I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here" he rubs my back, letting me back on the ground gently.

I notice Joyce next to him and I hug her too.

"Hey" she says kissing my head.

I let her go and turns back to Hopper.

"How... what... how?" I ask between sobs.

"Well... someone still owes me some snacks for movie night, right?" He jokes, his eyes wet from tears too.

"Shut up" I tell him, wiping away some tears, even if more falls from my eyes. "Oh my god... El! You already saw El? She's at..."

"I did, we stopped at the cabin and they were all there" He tells me.

"Now she looks just like you. You got the same haircut" I laugh, still wiping away some tears.

"Yeah, it looks better on her though" he laughs too.

Then I feel someone beside me, Steve arrived too.

"Hey" Steve greets Hopper, shaking his hand.

"Hey Cool-Hair, you took care of my daughter?" Hopper asks.

"Always, sir" Steve nods.

"Daughter?" I ask.

"I... I wanted to surprise you last year, before the mind flayer happened, but..I didn't get the chance" Hop says reaching behind him to his pocket.

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

"I left it at the cabin, thankfully it was still there when I went earlier." He hands me some papers.

"What... what is it?" I ask again, more confused.

"Adoption papers... all you need to do is sign it..." he nervously explain "if you want to, of course. And you're still gonna live in your house, I know how much you care about your independence... but.. yeah we can still be a family."

"I... I... I don't know what... to say" I stutter.

"Well, think about it, whether you sign it or not, you'll have to tell him about you and Eddie" Steve jokes. I glare at him and he turns back around walking back to the clothing section.

"Who's Eddie? And why there's a 'you and Eddie', uh?" Hopper asks.

"Jim..." Joyce warns him, a sweet smile on her face though.

"What? I'm away for a year and she got a boyfriend? I have the right to ask about it!" He defends, making me laugh.

"Yeah ask, not interrogate" Joyce insists.

Hooper just sighs, deeply, eyes softening when he looks back at me.

"What do you say, sweetheart?" He then asks.

I look down at the papers in my hand, more tears spilling out.

"Well, uh... do you.. do you have a pen?" I ask.

Joyce rushes to grab a pen and excitedly hands it to me, so I can sign the papers.

I'm gonna have a dad... oh shit. That's crazy.

I realised, during this last week, that I always got a family. Now.. now It's just official.

After I sign it, I hand the papers back to him, hugging him again, tightly.

"So, now that we're officially a family," he starts as he pulls away, wiping away more tears. "who's Eddie?

"Oh, I think I should get back to help Steve, you know." I start to walk away "he's not that good at folding shirts"

"This isn't over!" He tells me.

"I'm counting on it!" I yell back, with the biggest smile on my face.

I love how Steve completely gave up in complaining and just drives around wherever we want.

It's actually nice of him, I know he secretly likes doing it.

"Thanks again, Stevie" I tell him as he drives me and Dustin to the Hospital.

"Oh no problem, honey. Gotta check if the boyfriend is okay" he casually says.

"I still can't believe you told him before me!" Dustin complains.

"How many times do I have to ask for forgiveness?" I ask, holding back a chuckle.

"I already forgave you. Also, me constantly telling you 'I told you so' is just enough punishment" he replies.

"You're lucky I love you, Dusty" I semi-warn him.

"Well.. he did tell you" Steve chimes in.

"I warn you too, Harrington" I tell him pointing a finger at him.

"What are you gonna do, uh? Spank me?" He laughs.

"Hey! She's taken, dude. Enough of that" Dustin scold Steve.

"Calm down, Dustin. No risk here anymore" Steve reassures him.

"You better." Dustin sends Steve a glare through the rearview mirror, then realises what he says "wait... anymore?"

"Oh god.." I laugh. "Enough with this, alright? Also... we didn't define anything yet. He was too busy bleeding out to talk about... whatever this is"

"What do you mean? It's pretty obvious he wants you to be his girlfriend" Steve says as a matter of fact.

"Still... we haven't talked about it yet." I tell them.

"Ready for another round of 'I told you's, Henderson?" Steve asks.

"Always"

"I don't like you guys teaming up against me" I laugh.

"You do that all the time with him against me!" Steve complains, with a chuckle.

"Yeah.. because that's fun!" I reply as he parks the car.

We get out of the car and make our way in the hospital.

We go to the table and ask one of the nurses for Max's room and Eddie's. After showing us the way he went back to his desk and we got into Max's room first, finding Lucas still there.

"Hey Lucas" I greet him with a hug and then I go to sit beside Max's bed.

She's still unconscious, but she... looks fine. I think.

"Hey yourself" I softly say to her.

"Thanks for coming" Lucas then tells us as he sit beside me.

"How couldn't we?" Dustin replies with a smile.

"Your eye looks better" I notice looking at his face.

"Yeah, it feels better too"

If I ever find Jason in front of me again, I swear he's done. Beating up a fourteen year-old... fuck's sake.

"Jason's lucky I wasn't there.." Steve comments, rightly mad.

"With all respect, Steve, but I think Y/n here would kick his ass better than you" Dustin shrugs and I let out a small chuckle, while Lucas laughs.

"Thank you very much, Henderson" Steve rolls his eyes.

"Aww, Stevie, we know you could've taken him." I sarcastically say.

"You're on thin ice, Honey" he warns me.

I stick my tongue out at him and go back at looking at Max. She's completely still, obviously yeah, but it's still a painful sight.

"Did the doctors say anything else?" I ask Lucas, not once looking away from Max.

"They just say she's actually doing great, that she'll probably wake up soon" he answers.

"That's.. that's good" I slightly smile at him before moving my attention back to Max.

"Hey, guys, why don't you go buy something to eat, uh? Have a walk, Sinclair. We'll stay here" Steve suggests them.

Dustin and Lucas accept and walk out of the room.

"You good?" Steve takes Lucas' place beside me.

"Yeah.. yeah. It's just hard seeing her like this. Even though the doctors are positive she'll wake up soon... it's still hard. All of that to keep her save and..." I take a deep breath.

"I know" he gently grabs one of my hand "I know. When we killed Vecna, we went down to see his body and then... we heard the grandfather clock chiming, in that moment.. in that moment, I swear I felt.. I felt like dying myself. I couldn't believe we failed" he sincerely tells me and I squeeze his hand to reassure him "but thankfully... we didn't.. or not completely at least. But I still can't not think about how we could've prevented it..."

"You couldn't know, Steve, we couldn't know. That was the biggest risk all along. But we did it, uh? Once again we fucking did it." I look at him, giving him a small smile as my eyes start watering "as always"

"We fucking did it" he nods with a smile.

"And she's gonna be fine and everything is going to be okay"

"Oh definitely, if Mayfield doesn't wake up, I'll kill her" he jokes.

"I'll help you." I laugh and Steve does the same.

In that moment Dustin and Lucas come back with some food for us too.

"We stopped by Eddie's room on the way back, he looks good" Dustin says.

"You talked to him?"

"Yeah, he just feels a little tired he says. You should.. see your boyfriend" Dustin teases.

"Ooh so it's official?" Lucas asks with a small grin.

"No. Nothing's official. And you, Dusty, you're lucky we almost lost two of us, otherwise you'd be dead now" I say as stand up walking to the door.

"You're not coming, Steve?" I ask.

"I'll just leave you two some room, I'll come later" he winks and I just roll my eyes before exiting and heading to Eddie's room.

On my way there, in an almost empty hallway, I bump into someone.

"Sorry" I quietly apologise.

"No worries, baby"

You've got to be kidding me.

I look up seeing Andy right on front of me with a disgusting grin on his face.

What the hell is he doing here? Oh.. righ... Jason's been injured too.

I quickly move to the side to walk past him, but he blocks my way, making me roll my eyes.

"What are you doing here, uh? Came here to apologise?" He asks.

"I'm..." I stutter " w-wait... apologies? Why would I apologise?" I ask, rather confused.

"Well, you haven't been very kind last time we saw each other... threatening to use a shotgun against us..." he says it like the most obvious thing in the world.

"You first threatened to rape me, then you threatened my friend... I don't think I should be the one fucking apologising" I tell him, shocked.

"Hey, hey, hey, Where's the sweet girl gone?" He jokes getting closer, making me take a few steps back. "Uh? C'mon, baby. Why don't we get out of here?"

"No.." I move back again, but he follows quickly.

"Oh, why? You got better plans?" He asks.

"Yes" I try to sound firm, but I know my voice breaks a little.

"Like what?"

"Seeing my friends" I answer.

"You're not here to see Munson, are you?"

"Yes... yes I am" I try to walk past him again, but once again he grabs my hips pulling me to him.

I put my hands on his arms to push him away, but he doesn't bulge.

"You look so cute when you struggle. I'm sure I could show you a better time than him." he leans down towards me.

"I said no" I hit him in the crotch with my knee, making him hiss in pain and let me go. "Don't fucking touch me"

I walk away to Eddie's room and once I find it I enter, as fast as I can.

"What a beautiful sight... hey what's wrong?"

Oh... it's so nice to hear his voice again..

I turn around walking to him, sitting on the bed with him. Eddie just looks at me worried and confused.

"Just a dickhead who can't seem to accept 'no' as an answer" I shrug.

"Oh my" he starts, but I cut him off.

"I hit him in the balls. Hopefully he understands this" I tell Eddie and he just bursts out laughing.

"Oh god... I wish I saw that" he says "my brave girl"

"Shut up.." I look down.

"Still so shy, aren't we?" He teases.

"Me? Never" I sarcastically say and he gently grabs my hand in his playing with my fingers. "You okay?" I ask him.

"Now that you're here... so much better" he grins at me.

"You're terrible..." I playfully roll my eyes "but seriously... are you okay?"

"Yeah, yes m'lady. I'm okay. They patched me up good" he softly chuckles.

"That's good" I smile at him and I see his eyes moving between my own and my lips. "You'll kiss me properly" I tell him.

"Oh c'mon!" He complains, but laugh too and I just shake my head "You're being cruel now, you know that?"

"It was the deal" I shrug.

"The deal included, also, anything else" he hints, teasingly.

"It still does" I wink at him.

"Oh christ... be mine" he suddenly says.

"What?" I ask, taken aback by his words.

"Would you be my girlfriend? Like... officially?" He sweetly smiles at me and, I swear, I could just melt for how softly his eyes are looking at me right now. "And before you could answer. Yes, Dustin talked to me, but no it wasn't because of him I'm asking you. Yes, I'm asking you because I like you, a lot" he smiles at me "Aaaand... Yes, I know Hopper's your father now, like officially your father now and I am ready to meet him, whenever he wants"

That makes me laugh, genuinely.

"I would've said yes, even if you weren't ready, my lord"

"I know... but I still wanted you to know." He move my hand to his lips kissing it gently, making me look away.

"You're gonna be the death of me, Munson" I tell him.

"The feeling is mutual, m'lady" he winks and then smiles. "Are you still sure you want me to stay at your place?" He then asks.

"Positive" I nod "why wouldn't I?"

"Well maybe Hopper has something to say about that" he tells me with a shrug.

"He's fine... I guess, he doesn't have much of a choice. I told him I made a promise to your uncle and he couldn't argue that." I reply with a reassuring smile.

"Oh about that... Wayne wants to.. have dinner all together one of these days.. you know" he's slightly nervous again, playing with my fingers and rings "he insists on buying us dinner to.. get to know you better"

"Why so nervous, love?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"It would be the first time I introduce someone to him" he answers with a timid smile looking me in the eyes "it's a big deal"

"Well then, I accept his invitation. But... next time I'll cook" I tell him.

"Oh well you'll have to talk with him about that. I want nothing to do with this" he raises his hand up.

I laugh and move my gaze to his hands as he lowers them back to his lap.

Shit...What if his uncle finds me boring, or he hates me? I'm gonna make a fool of myself, I know.

I never thought I'd be the kind of girl someone would want to introduce to their relatives... it's gonna be a disaster.

"Where's that mind going, m'lady?" Eddie's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Uh?"

"What troubles my lady's mind?" He grabs my hands caressing them.

"Nothing... it's stupid" I shake my head.

"Mmh..." he considers me for a moment "Nah, that can't be. Tell me" he moves his head sideways, a pout on his lips "please?"

"Just... overthinking.." I answer.

"About what?" He sits up straight again.

"Oh nothing... just what if he ends up hating me?" I softly say.

"Yeah.. as if that's even possible" Eddie chuckles, but his eyes are gentle. "He already loves you. I talked so much about you, it's like he already knows you"

I laugh, still embarrassed he actually talked about me to his uncle... it's sweet.

"And trust me... I said all good thing"

"You did?" I ask, shyly meeting his eyes.

"Oh yeah. I started to tell him about you after I brought you home, after out project meeting." He starts, fingers interlocking with mine as he speaks "he asked me why I was so late and I told him I had to take home the most beautiful girl in the world"

"Oh shut it.." I say, feeling my cheeks warming up.

"Then everyday I would tell him what those little shits told me about you... I'd tell him about how sweet you looked that day, how kind you always are with everyone.. and also I'd ask him what could I have done to approach you again, without scaring you"

"You could have never scared me, Eddie." I gently tell him chucking.

"That's one of the many things that attracted me to you. 'How come such a sweet girl isn't afraid of me?' I asked myself, you know... seeing what everyone says about me." He continues "Dustin then told me how little you care about what everyone says, that's when I started to get obsessed" he laughs "always looking your way, hoping you would notice me"

"I always noticed you" I tell him "whenever the professors forced you to sit in the front row I take a look at you. At your vest, trying to see if there are any new patch on it. In the cafeteria, I always hoped you put on one of your 'shows' so I had a good excuse to look at you and not just stare" I let out a small laugh "and obviously, Dustin started to talk more and more about you and about the campaigns you make, your jokes and about how you were the only person in high school to treat them... well.. not like shit." I squeeze his hands "I always noticed you... I just never thought you would notice me"

"Well, we always noticed each other..."

"But none of us had enough courage to speak to the other" I finish for him, with a chuckle.

"Exactly." He nods "Oh well.. now we'll just have to make it up for the lost time, uh?" He winks.

"Of course" I smile.

A knock interrupts us.

"Yes?"

"It's Steve. Can I come in?" Steve asks.

"Does he have to?" Eddie jokes.

"Sure!" I tell Steve.

"Hey, man" he enters and walk to us. "How do you feel?"

"Oh all good." Eddie replies "especially with her right here"

"I told you to stop it" I shyly laugh.

"And I told you... never" he replies smugly.

"Is it official? Like.. you guys..." Steve starts.

"Yes, Steve. Okay?" I say with an exasperated laugh.

"So... I can finally to 'The Speech', yeah?" He asks me, hopeful.

"Oh god.." I hide behind my hand.

"C'mon, Harrington, scare me." Eddie listens carefully.

"Listen, man. We all care about you, that's true. But... if you dare hurt Y/n, I promise you, I personally will hunt you down and you wouldn't want me to find you. You'd regret those bats." Steve tries to sound threatening.

"Don't worry Harrington, if I ever hurt her, I'd gladly let you kick my ass. I'd deserve that" Eddie replies, calmly.

"I don't need you to 'let me' kick your ass, man... I could take you" Steve insists.

"With all due respect... I'm much more scared of the younger Sinclair" Eddie says honestly.

"Told you, Stevie."

"Also... she could easily kick my ass better than you" Eddie adds pointing at me.

"Alright, fuck you guys" Steve just shrugs, defeated.

"Oh c'mon." I laugh "come here" I grab a chair and put it next to the bed so Steve can sit with us.

"You sure you're good?" He checks again.

"Yeah, Harrington. I'm good, surprisingly good." Eddie answers ad he keeps playing with my fingers. "Plus I got a cute girl helping me, right?" He looks at me.

"Anytime" I smile at him.

"That's good, man. You faced the worst of the worst and look at you, still with us. Only a few scratches" Steve tries to cheer him up.

"Yeah, got some big scars.." Eddie replies, quietly. Feigning confidence, but I think there's more than that. Before I could say something he continues "like yours, big boy, uh?"

"Scar-brothers, you should start a band now" I joke, squeezing Eddie's hand, silently reassuring him.

"Cool name. We're gonna drop 'corroded coffin' and make new t-shirts" he chuckles.

"I'll make the logo" I offer.

"Oh then you're gonna be famous for sure" Steve teases.

"Obviously" Eddie agrees.

"I think we should go though. I have a shift at family video today" Steve tells me.

"Oh.. yeah don't worry" I say "give us a minute, okay?"

"Sure" he smiles. "Get well soon, alright? I don't think I could stand Henderson alone for much longer" he jokes.

"Don't worry, I heal quickly" Eddie assures him.

"Good" Steve walks to the door "can I still call her 'honey' or is it forbidden?" He asks then.

"You ask her, not me" Eddie replies.

Good answer, I think.

I just laugh "as always Stevie. Me having a boyfriend doesn't mean you can't be my friend anymore"

"Just checking. Okay, see you at the car, honey" he finally leaves.

I shake my head chuckling.

"He cares a lot about you" he notes.

"Yeah, well... we've been friends for centuries basically" I smile at him again.

"Hey.. uh... thanks for visiting today" he leans his head to the wall behind him.

"No need to thank me, my lord. I'm just glad you're okay" I tell him "you scared the shit out of me" I then admit.

"I'm sorry" he smiles a little. "But I'd do that again if it means you're gonna be fine"

"So would I" I tell him.

"Oh no, no, I'm more expendable, you let me risk my life" he defends.

"Yeah.. sure, as if I'd let you" I laugh confidently.

"I don't need your permission" he chuckles surprised.

"Neither do I" I smirk.

He just laughs, happily, and I do too.

"Should I tell you what you do to me when you get so cocky, or it's too soon?" He wonders with a teasing grin.

"Let it be a surprise" I say getting up. "I better go. I don't want to be the reason Steve's gonna get fired... or I'll never hear the end of it"

"I'll see you tomorrow then?" He asks. "I mean... I get out tomorrow"

"Oh no, you'll never see me again, my lord I say dramatically with a small laugh.

"Then kiss me and say goodbye properly, m'lady" he follows my joke.

"Fair point.. you got me" I laugh, then sweetly smile at him. I lean down to give him a peck on the cheek.

"Can't wait, m'lady" he bows his head a little.

I walk to the door and, before walking out, I blow him a kiss which he gladly catches and theatrically place it on his lips.

"See you tomorrow, love" I tell him and I walk out of the door as I hear him again.

"I fucking love it when you call me that!"

I laugh rolling my eyes and head out to Steve's car.

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