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thecomfortgoth · 8 months

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Peeping Tom Part 1

18+ MDNI (just don't, ok?)

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader x Perv!Steve Harrington

Summary: You're behind the school with your boyfriend Eddie making out, things get a little hot and heavy.. and then you see that someone is watching you..

WC: 6k

CW: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, masturbation, slight persuasion, use of degrading pet names, use of praisey pet names, posessiveness, voyeurism/exhibitionism (one party doesn't know it's happening, sorry), Steve being a huge secret pervert, Eddie being a little gross and pervy himself towards the end, semi public sex, kinda Dom!Eddie, all characters are 18+

Please let me know if I've forgotten anything and I can update it.

A/N: This was just a little something that came to my mind randomly a while ago, I've had it on my "to write" list for ages and decided to finally check it off, now that I'm actually starting to put some content out there. Enjoy! Please leave feedback, I always like to hear how people have enjoyed my writing.

Requests are OPEN

Smut under the cut

"Hurry up, Eds, come on. We don't have long" you giggled as you held your boyfriend's hand, leading him around to that little spot behind the gym block that you had both claimed as your little makeout spot. It was down a nice little alley, secluded apart from the two openings at either end. One of which was a brick wall that meant you could only go right or left and those little pathways leading off of it were rarely used by anyone, if ever. So it was pretty prime makeout spot material. You were surprised no one else had found it before. Unless you just didn't know about it.

"Oh don't you worry sweetheart, I'm coming alright" he said from behind you with a big smirk that you could literally hear, grabbing your hips and leaning around to nip at your ear, humming against your warm skin.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, turning to face him, taking his hand again as you turned the corner and walked backwards further into the alley. "Stop being such a pervert babe, just hurry up and kiss me" you said, biting your lip as you slowly backed towards the wall, squeezing at his hand.

He grinned at you and obliged, his palms grabbing you by both sides of your face and smashing his lips against yours, making your back hit the wall a little harder than he'd intended, mumbling a small apology to you. You just melted into the kiss though, sighing into his mouth as you rested your hands on his biceps, slowly rubbing them up and down and gently squeezing. You loved Eddie's arms, all that lifting amps and guitars and music equipment from his band's shows and practices really paid off. He didn't look very strong to most people, but he definitely was. You for one knew it by the way he lifted you with ease and threw you around in his bedroom or the back of his van. Or one time The Hideout bathrooms.

"I've been waiting for this all day, I always miss you so much when I have to go to these stupid fucking classes" your boyfriend hummed against your lips, his hands now moving to your waist and gripping at you, pulling your body against his as he crowded you against the wall. All you could do was nod your head and make a soft noise of agreement, not wanting to stop kissing him even for one second.

You lived for moments like this, however small they were. When you had Eddie all to yourself, even if it was just a quick makeout session when you'd both left class early feigning stomach aches because you'd missed each other too much. It didn't matter that you'd just saw each other at lunch, you were inseparable and you both really noticed the others absence when you weren't together. Even if it was something as simple as Eddie going to the store to grab some snacks for your movie night, you'd find yourself launching your body at him as soon as he came back, kissing him like he'd been gone for a lot longer than 10 minutes. And he was just as bad sometimes.

Eddie's hands began to wander, gripping at the soft cotton of your little black tank top, bunching it in his hands as he flicked his tongue across your lips, begging you to open up and let him in. You obliged without even thinking, your arms moving to wrap around his neck, your lips parting to which he took full advantage of, licking into your mouth with a small groan coming from him.

You could tell he was getting a little worked up, with the way your tank top was slowly riding up a little more each second, his greedy hands possessively gripping at it and trying to slyly move it up your skin. Your hands moved to his to sort yourself out a little, trying to pull the top down again. But his hands continued travelling upwards over the material, now cupping your breasts and squeezing. You weren't wearing a bra, so the slightest of friction on your nipples made you gasp a little into his mouth.

"Eds.." you said quietly, breaking the kiss and sounding slightly whiny. "Come on, we said this would be a quick makeout, you can undress me when we get back to yours later" you giggled, feeling his lips latch onto your jaw and suck a little mark into your skin, making you close your eyes and relish in the sensation.

"Baby, I can't help it. God they feel so good.. I gotta see em, please?" He groaned again, his lips now travelling down your jaw in little wet kisses towards your chin and moving to the other side. "Come on, show me your gorgeous tits and then that'll be it, I promise. Just flash me a little bit and I can hold off till later". He sounded desperate, but not in the way where he was whiney or pathetic sounding.

You didn't respond, hoping that if you just ignored it, he'd hopefully not push it any further. One of your hands found his face, gripping his chin gently and guiding him back to your lips, kissing him harder and deeper, your tongues fighting for dominance in each others mouths as you let out an involuntary soft moan into his mouth. Fuck. That wasn't going to help matters. And it didn't.

He groaned and pressed his body against yours, slotting his thigh between your legs and pushing you further into the wall as his hands moved down and slipped under your top, his rough palms now fully engulfing your bare tits, his thumbs gently flicking over your peaked nipples. A shudder ran through you as he did so, gripping onto his arms a little harder as he palmed at you and squeezed the soft skin of your breasts.

"Jesus, please show me 'em sweetheart. Just gotta see em for a second, promise" he said, his voice sounding rough and a tad fucked out as he began trailing his kisses down your neck, finding that one sensitive spot you had that he knew you wouldn't be able to resist and sinking his teeth in, latching on and sucking another bruise into your skin. It made you gasp and grab at his shoulders, looking up at the sky as your eyes fluttered closed from how he was sucking on that spot of your neck and working his thumbs over your nipples, hands shoved up the fabric of your tight top and definitely stretching it out. You tried to swallow down the little whimper that escaped you as he sucked particularly hard, he fucking knew just how to make you give in to him.

You knew he wasn't about to let this go. And when Eddie really wanted something, he got it. You tried to think of an excuse, one worthy enough of Eddie Munson and his stubborn ass. But you were shit out of luck. There wasn't one. You closed your eyes for a second, letting out a sigh as he squeezed a little harder at your tits, slightly pinching your nipples between his thumb and index finger, your back arching a little against the wall as he did so. "Fine" you said, trying to sound annoyed but how could you when he had you like this? "But I swear, just for a second and no more. I don't need someone coming around the corner and seeing me standing here with my tits out"

He let go of your skin from his mouth with a wet pop, kissing the now dark purple mark on the juncture of your neck which made you whimper slightly again, before he pulled back with a shit eating grin on his face. He palmed at your tits once more, biting his lip and nodding down towards them. "Go on then princess. Show me the goods" he winked at you, taking his hands out from under your top and resting them on your hips, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into the skin just above where the waistband of your cute little plaid skirt lay.

You rolled your eyes at him, trying hard not to let the smile on your face crack through. You didn't want him to think you were enjoying this. But you kinda were. Even if you were terrified of someone catching you and seeing you indecent at school, it was sort of exciting. Your heart was thumping in your chest as you moved your hands down towards the hem of your shirt, grabbing at it with your fingertips gently and slowly sliding it up your body, almost as if you were teasing him.

He looked at you completely entranced, his eyes widening as you revealed your tits to him, watching as you lifted the tight fabric up and over and both of your breasts bounced out from underneath, jiggling as they settled where they naturally lay. You held the top up just at your collarbones even though you didn't have to, gulping as you looked side to side, making sure no one was coming. If someone did appear, then you could quickly cover yourself up again.

Eddie's gaze was completely and utterly on your chest. His mouth hung open wide, eyes almost popping out of his skull as he stared at them like he'd never seen them before, like you were showing him for the first time that night in his bedroom when you'd confessed that you had a crush on him. He was a complete sucker for your tits. He swears he'd never see a better pair. Not even in nudey magazines or pornos he'd sometimes smuggle home from Family Video.

"Okay, is that enough? Can I put them away now and we can get back to smooching a little more?" You giggled, about to move the top back down and cover yourself up again. What you didn't see was Eddie moving without thinking, grabbing both your tits with his hands and his mouth latching onto one of your nipples, sucking and flicking his tongue over it as you looked down and gasped. "Eddie! Come on, we can't do this here" you hissed at him, watching as he looked up at you and then closed his eyes, pinching your other nipple as his teeth grazed at the one his mouth was currently attached to, a muffled groan coming from him.

You couldn't help but bite your lip and moan a little as he moved to the other one quickly, your hands coming away from where your top sat bunched up against your collarbones, one moving into his hair and tugging at it, trying to get him off of you. But it was no use, it just made him suck harder at your nipple, biting at the sensitive bud as his tongue flicked faster.

"E-Eddie.. not here..." you complained pathetically, your cheeks now completely red and flushed with embarrassment, the thought of someone coming around the corner and catching you with your boyfriend with his mouth quite literally glued to your chest making your heart thud harder than it normally would when he did this. His free hand had started to wander too, fingers running up the inside of your thigh under your skirt, the cool rings on each of his fingers making you shiver a little as they brushed against your skin.

"Why not? No ones here, no one ever comes here baby, come on.. let's just have a little fun hm?" He said as he looked up at you with his big brown eyes, fluttering his damn long lashes at you while his tongue peeked out of his mouth and circled each of your now stiff nipples, paying equal attention to them both as his hand under your skirt moved higher, your leg instinctively lifting up for him as he cupped your pussy gently and rubbed his fingers over the damp lace of your panties, a shaky quiet moan coming from you as he did so, your hand flying to your mouth to cover it. You didn't need anyone who was nearby hearing that kind of noise and suddenly getting intrigued.

"We can be quick, I promise, I just.. fuck, I need you so bad. And I know you need me too, I can feel how wet you are already" he grinned up at you, teeth grazing over your nipple as his fingers moved up and toyed with the elastic at the top of your underwear, sliding his hand down into them, two of his fingers parting your folds and stroking you teasingly, gathering up some of your wetness from your entrance on his middle finger. "Oh, my little slut really is fucking dripping for me"

Your eyes rolled back a little, another moan coming from you muffled by your hand. He knew he had you right where he wanted you, he knew you wouldn't be able to resist much longer, especially when he was talking to you like that. So he moved his mouth back onto one of your peaked nipples and sucked at it again, groaning and finding your clit with his fingers. As soon as he started to rub slow circles over it, you shuddered and fell forward a little. Your hand coming away from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut and then looked down at him. He was making you feel so fucking good, his fingers were well and truly skilled, as was his mouth. You cursed past you for all those nights you spent teaching him exactly how you liked it, all those nights he discovered a new way to make you crumble. And this was one of them. Sucking your tits while rubbing your pussy was always one way Eddie could get whatever he wanted. And he always looked so fucking pretty while doing it, even with a shit eating grin on his face because he knew exactly what it did to you.

"Fine. Okay, fine. But be quick, please Eds, I don't wa-" you were cut off by Eddie suddenly unlatching from your nipple, both of his hands suddenly under your skirt and pulling your panties down your legs. A little dumbfounded by how quickly he was getting them off you, you stepped out of them and watched him stuff them into his back pocket as he stood up again. Grinning at you devilishly, he was suddenly lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as you grabbed at his shoulders and let out a surprised squeal, one of his hands holding you up under your ass and squeezing, his other hand down at his belt unbuckling himself and making quick work of undoing his jeans.

Now he had you giving into him and giving him what he wanted, he'd do as he wanted. "I'll be as quick as I want to be. Or maybe I'll take my time. Make you late for class cause you're too busy being stuffed with my cock" he chuckled darkly, licking his lips as he freed his cock from his boxers, shoving them and his jeans down underneath his ass and moving closer to you again, rubbing his cock against your drenched slit as your boyfriend pinned you against the wall with his full body.

You could feel the fat head of him dripping with precum and nudging against your clit, making you whine a little. Eddie was long and thick, definitely the biggest you'd ever had. At first you'd been intimidated by his cock, but that was long gone now. You loved it, you begged for it sometimes too. You bit your lip and looked up at him, watching as he smirked and groaned, his nose slotted beside yours, letting your slick coat his cock as he made you needier for him. "Eddie please.. just.. just..."

Without another word, he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly started to push himself inside you, holding you up against the wall with both hands under your ass. Both of your arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, one hand on his back and the other in his hair, your mouth hung open as he stretched you out slowly, a choked moan coming from you as he bottomed out, stilling for a moment to let you adjust. You'd been with Eddie for months now, but you still needed a second to get used to him when he was fully inside you.

"Jesus FUCK angel, so fucking tight and so wet. And it's all for me ain't it?" He groaned, burying his face into your neck as he all but lost his mind, feeling your warm velvety walls clench down on him at his words. He slowly drew back and thrusted in again, making you bite down hard on your lip so you didn't moan too loudly as the sting of the stretch turned into burning pleasure, nodding slowly to agree with him that you were infact all his.

You were still absolutely fucking terrified of being caught. Of another student who was also ditching class stumbling across you both while trying to find somewhere secret to smoke or something. Or worse.. a teacher who'd been on the lookout for ditching students. The thought of it made you come to your senses a little, looking around cautiously as Eddie started fucking into you slowly but hard, mumbling curses into your neck and squeezing your tits, making you mewl under his touch. Maybe no one would come out here. Maybe you could just enjoy your boyfriend fucking you at school, when you should both be in class.

You were just about to look back at him and stop worrying so much, when suddenly you saw something move out of the corner of your eye and your heart almost fucking stopped. Your head snapped to where you saw the movement and you gasped loudly. You saw a little piece of brown wavy hair and an eye peeking out from the corner.

Someone was watching you.

Someone was watching Eddie fuck you right now. You felt like your heart was about to jump out of your throat, your mouth opening to try and speak, but only being able to let out a strangled noise as Eddie fucked you a little harder and squeezed at your ass, his fingers digging into the globe of it. You were about to slap his shoulder, alert him to something being wrong, when the person watching moved out of the corner a little more and pressed their finger to their lips and shaking their head, telling you to be quiet as their mouth moved in a silent "Shhh". It was then that you saw exactly who it was.

Steve Harrington.

Steve fucking Harrington was watching your boyfriend fuck you right now against a wall behind the gym block. Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins High, the captain of the basketball team, the beer keg champion. The pervert.

You looked at him in complete confusion, wondering what he was doing. How long had he been there? How much had he seen? You shook your head a little at him, waving your hand at him as if to shoo him off. But it was just as the head of Eddie's cock nudged at your g-spot in the right way and made you cry out in a moan, your head falling back against the wall that he was currently rutting you into. "Oh, there she is, is that good baby? Let it all out, let me hear all your pretty noises" Eddie mumbled, kissing up your jaw with his eyes clamped shut, mouthing at you sloppily as he moaned himself completely unabashedly. He clearly wasn't caring if you got caught. And he clearly wasn't aware of Steve's presence right now.

He'd always thought you were hot, you were insanely pretty and he'd always imagined what your tits looked like, maybe he'd even jerked off to your yearbook picture a couple times too. So when he had been walking around the school to cool off after Billy Hargrove pissed him off one too many times in gym class and he happened to stumble across you flashing your tits to Eddie, he absolutely couldn't pass up this opportunity. He immediately got hard as a rock and.. well he just couldn't help his 'manly urges'. He had to help himself out. And he definitely didn't want to stop watching when things got hotter and heavier.

You looked over at Steve again in a slight panic, seeing him watching you both intently, his eyes completely open wide in awe, licking his lips like he was concentrating hard on something. You quickly registered the fact that he looked like he was a little flushed. And then you saw his gym shorts were pushed down a little, his hand wrapped around his thick pink cock while he gripped at himself tightly, his other hand lifting his shirt up a little to let you see his toned stomach. You didn't think he was as big as Eddie from where you could see, but shit he definitely had a big dick. A little bit of precum dribbled from the slit of it and he immediately swiped it away, using his thumb to rub it into his cock and making eye contact with you, stroking at himself faster and smirking. He was enjoying that he'd been caught watching you both.

You couldn't fucking believe this. Not only was he watching Eddie fuck you, but he was getting off to it too. You were livid. You were absolutely disgusted. You were more soaked than you'd ever been. You're not sure why.. but having Steve watch you two was making your cunt flutter more around Eddie and your juices drip out of you. Eddie always usually had you soaked, but something about being watched like this, about someone seeing you completely indecently, your tits bouncing every single time Eddie thrusted his hips harshly into you.. yeah, it was fucking hot.

"Faster Eddie.. please.. god, please fuck me faster" you gasped, tugging at his hair and nibbling at his ear, keeping eye contact with Steve the whole time, deciding that if he wasn't going to shy away in embarrassment now that he's been caught and he was gonna continue to watch, then you better give him a good show right? Eddie, of course, obliged, cursing under his breath as he grabbed you under your thighs and shifted you up the wall a little, his hips snapping against your thighs hard enough to definitely leave bruises the next day.

Steve's eyes widened more and he raised his eyebrows as you spoke, lifting his hand up to his mouth and spitting into his hand, before going back to jerking himself off, trying to match the speed of which Eddie was fucking you now. He bit his lip to stop him from moaning, his eyes flicking from your face, your tits and Eddie's ass rutting into you. He couldn't help but imagine exactly how Eddie's length looked sliding in and out of your tight cunt, biting down on his lip harder as his head fell back for a second, before reminding himself that it was happening right in front of him and he could look. His head snapped back up, and he looked at you with a dark look in his eyes, his tongue darting over his lips and wetting them, moving out of the corner a little more and letting you get a good look at him and what he was doing.

No one knew this, but Steve liked being a bit of a disgusting pervert. Everyone thought just because he was "The King" and got any girl he wanted falling at his feet that he wouldn't need to be. He kinda liked the thought of spying on people when he thought they were alone. He'd never done it before, not until now. He'd thought about doing it plenty of times at parties, hiding in closets and waiting until some unsuspecting couple came stumbling into the room looking for somewhere private to fuck each others brains out. But he'd always chicken out and never actually acted on it. Not until this perfect opportunity presented itself and literally fell at his feet.

You gasped as you watched him, still a little in disbelief, moaning into Eddie's ear as he continued ramming into you. "Oh god, yeah, that's it baby, just like that, keep doing that, fuck that cock feels so good" you moaned out, keeping eye contact with Steve and licking your own lips slowly as your head fell back against the wall again, one hand coming to grab at your own breast and toying with your nipple, feeling yourself get closer to your orgasm. You weren't sure if you were playing it up on purpose now because Steve was watching, or if Eddie really was just making you feel that good. You felt his hand slide between your bodies, immediately finding your clit and making you cry out his name as he began furiously rubbing at your sensitive bud.

"You gonna cum for me pretty girl? Gonna gush all over this big dick, hm?" Eddie panted into your neck, groaning as he felt you clamp down on him. "That's it, come on princess, let me see you cum all over my dick" he said raspily as he lifted his head and looked down at the way your cunt swallowed his cock whole, holding onto his shoulders to keep yourself up as he parted your legs wider and held you there.

You nodded your head, your eyes flicking to him and then over to Steve again who was now tugging at himself furiously, standing on his tiptoes, hoping to get a tiny glimpse of your soaked cunt. He had to quickly cover his mouth as he caught sight of Eddie's fingers moving rapidly over your clit and sucked a breath in, stopping himself from making any noise and ultimately being caught by your boyfriend. He wasn't quite sure how Eddie would react, probably not in a great way since he saw how possessive he was over you, how he'd give death stares to any guy who's eyes lingered on you a little too long. Definitely not in the way you had reacted. He was still surprised at how you didn't even say anything, how you didn't rat him out and seemed to actually enjoy him watching you two. And God was he grateful. You're not sure why you didn't say, and you're even more unsure of why you're enjoying him watching your boyfriend about to make you cum.

"I'm.. I'm gonna cum! Eddie, fuck! I'm cumming!" You moaned out, squeezing your eyes shut tight as you felt your back arch and that knot in your stomach break, your orgasm washing over you with a loud gasp, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your head lulled forward and you opened your eyes, watching yourself squirt all over your boyfriends dick, his fingers rubbing at your clit making it a little more messy than it should have been, your fingers digging into the back of his neck, your nails leaving little half moon marks as he hissed at the feeling.

You'd never done that before. Eddie continued looking down as he felt the liquid spill from you, his eyes widening as he realised what had just happened. "Holy shit.. holy fucking shit" he said with a gasp, looking up at you and fucking into you faster, grabbing your jaw with his fingers covered in your release and kissing you hard, moaning into your mouth as he made out with you filthily, chasing his own high. His movements started to stutter and you opened your eyes, looking over as you watched Steve tug harshly at his now angry looking cock, his face screwing up as he looked at the puddle of your cum underneath you both and the way he was fucking into you. You moaned back into Eddie's mouth, your eyes half lidded and your mind fuzzy from the intensity of your orgasm.

"Cum for me baby, want you to cum for me please" you whimpered out against Eddie's lips. A small part of you was talking to Steve too, wanting to see the face he made when he orgasmed out of curiosity more than anything else. He knew you were talking to him too, nodding his head as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and his brow furrowed, letting you know he was close, his chest heaving as his eyes glazed over.

"M'cumming sweetheart, don't you worry, m'gonna fill you up baby, oh fuck, shit!" Eddie grunted out, his voice cracking as he did just that, panting against your cheek as he gasped and moaned your name, his eyes squeezing shut tight. His forehead rested against your temple as he slowed down his movements and twitched a little, thrusting into you shakily as his cum spilled into your now oversensitive pussy, the sensation of it making you whine.

You watched as Steve's own face scrunched up and he gasped quietly, his eyelids fluttering a little as he fought to keep them open so he could keep looking. His mouth was hanging open, his hand rubbing at his length as he shot thick ropes of cum out onto the ground, his body jerking forward a little and making him stumble, cursing under his breath silently as his head fell back and he milked every last drop from himself. He looked down and watched as the last few drops of his cum dribbled out, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. You're really not fucking sure why you find watching him cum so hot, why it made you whine just as Eddie did when he came inside you. You can't believe how much he came too, blinking slowly as you looked all of it on the ground in front of him.

"God baby.. you.. you fucking squirted" Eddie said in a breathy chuckle, opening his eyes and grabbing your jaw, guiding you back to kiss him, this time was much softer than before. He was being gentle with you now. "You've never done that before, my filthy girl. Was it really that hot, getting fucked behind the school where we could be caught? It was the hottest fucking thing that's ever happened to me, that's for sure" You giggled into his mouth and shrugged your shoulders. If only he knew.

"Maybe a lil' bit. Maybe you just turned me on that much" you said with a grin as you kissed him back, wincing a little as he slid himself out of you. He slowly lowered you down, rubbing gently at your tits and slowly lifting your top down for you, not before he kissed each of your sensitive nipples, which made you squirm and push at his shoulders gently in protest.

"Goodbye girls, I'll miss you" he said to your boobs with a big fake pout, looking at them and smoothing the fabric of your tank top back down your body as you watched Steve putting his cock away into his gym shorts. He was nodding his head with a grin on his face, almost like he was agreeing with Eddie. And it made you giggle just as much as Eddie's fake pouting did. You held your hand out expectantly, raising your eyebrows at Eddie. Who just looked up at your hand and then at you, cocking his head to the side with a dumb smile on his face. "What baby?"

"Um.. my underwear maybe? I kinda need those. Unless you want everyone to see your cum dribbling down my legs" you scoffed, already feeling some of it sliding down the inside of your thigh. You watched him as he squatted down in front of you and lifted your skirt up fully again, holding it bunched in his hand at the waistband. You felt your cheeks get all hot and looked over at Steve again who was smirking and leaning against the wall, his eyes glued to your pussy as Eddie lifted one of your thighs with the hand not holding your skirt up, spreading you out and revealing your creampied messy cunt to him. And to Steve.

"Keep your leg up just like that for me, Princess. Just like that, need to have a good look at my pretty pussy" he said, his voice low and gently commanding. You did as he said, keeping it held up and looked back down at Eddie, watching as he hummed and scratched his chin with a smirk on his face, like he was thinking about something. He took your panties from his back pocket and wiped up the cum from your leg slowly, grinning up at you. He gently wiped over your cunt a little too, chuckling darkly when you jerked and hissed with how sensitive you were.

Steve thought he was going to blow his load again as he watched on. He hadn't really seen just how perfect your pussy was. So pink and wet, your clit practically throbbing still. And it looked so fucking good filled with cum too. He began to wonder if Eddie did in fact know he was there and was just trying to make him jealous, showing him that it was his cum inside of you and not Steve's. Either way, he wasn't particularly fussed, he still got a great view of your legs spread and what lay between them.

"There. That should do it. I don't think you need panties anyway, considering I'm just gonna have you on my cock in a couple hours again anyway" he shrugged and winked at you, standing up to his full height and letting your skirt fall back down around your thighs, both of your feet firmly planted on the ground again as he shoved the now soiled panties back into his back pocket. You rolled your eyes at him and slapped his chest gently with a hand.

"You're disgusting" you laughed, shaking your head and smoothing your skirt out. "Come on, we're already late for class since someone decided me flashing them wasn't enough" you said with a small sigh as you reached out for his hand and pushed yourself up off the wall, smiling wide at him.

He grinned at you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. "You love that I'm disgusting" he winked at you, making you roll your eyes again. It was true. You kinda did love it when he was gross like that. "It's never enough, sweetheart. You know I can't resist you" he said as he kissed your cheek sloppily and loudly, accentuating the Mwah! sound of his lips smacking against your skin. You giggled and looked over your shoulder, watching as Steve stood there and winked at you, kissing the air towards you and flicking his tongue at you lewdly.

"That was fun though, Eddie. Maybe we should do it again sometime. Was kinda hot thinking we might get caught" you said, watching as he turned back around the corner and walked away, smirking as he heard what you said. Eddie simply chuckled and looked down at you, right as you turned to look up at him, smiling wide and melting into his side.

"Oh my girl enjoyed that did she? Are you a little exhibitionist baby? You want one of the jocks to catch us and see what they're missing out on and can't ever have cause you're all mine?" He said as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, making you giggle.

"Maybe a little bit..." you shrugged your shoulder, blushing at the fact that you know one of the jocks had already caught you. And it was Steve fucking Harrington nonetheless, who stood there and jerked off right in front of you, totally uncaring. Steve would definitely think about what he'd just witnessed later. Your jiggly round tits and your puffy dripping cunt was firmly embedded in his wank bank as jerk off material now. Or for when he was sleeping with some chick who was a little less skilled than he was used to and he needed something to get him off.

And maybe every now and then you'd think back to it too, to when you'd thought you had Eddie all alone behind the gym block..

But instead there was a peeping tom named Steve Harrington, watching your completely oblivious boyfriend cum inside you as you licked your lips at him and watched him stroke his cock.

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Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 14

I'm thinking about writing an epilogue/sequel to this because after reading the ending, I feel like I've cheated you out of something special, but the story feels like it should have ended after the rut. So let me know in the comments if you would like see the bonding and birth of their first child.

First of two chapters being posted today.

The after party. Tommy makes an appearance and Chrissy comes to rescue...well so do everyone in Stevie's corner, but especially her.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

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The after party was buzzing with the who’s who of the industry. Producers and artists mingled with label execs and the best escorts Starcourt had to offer.

Steve had been invited to a couple of these in his time and always had fun.

Eddie was talking to this beautiful actress in a long purple and black gown. She had song on the soundtrack of her latest movie, surprising a lot of people with her vocal talents in addition to her acting.

Steve gulped down a bit of champagne to chase the bile of jealousy that he had forced back down.

“Well if it isn’t, Steve Harrington,” a cool voice said behind him.

Steve schooled his expression and turned around.

There was Tommy Hagan.

It had been a lovely couple of months where they hadn’t run into each at an event at all.

Steve smiled. “Hey, Tommy, you working a client or just the room tonight?”

When Starcourt supplied omegas to after parties like this one, they were allowed to network to get new clients. So not only were they paid well, they could bring in even more money by picking up new clients.

“He doesn’t love you, you know,” Tommy sneered. “This is all stunt to take the attention off of the fact that he fucked up with two omegas and nearly caused a scandal for the label both times.”

Steve knew that was the reason for the ‘fake dating’ contract. It was his business to know. “What’s the matter, Tommy? Upset that I get to fuck your favorite rockstar? You must have been so livid when you found out that I got invited to their charity gala and you didn’t.”

“You think you’re so special getting a million dollar cherry pop price,” Tommy snapped. “But that just means that you had to stay longer to pay it off, stupid.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yes, and I made that my first year. I didn’t have to stay, but I know my worth, sweetie. And it is a hell of a lot more than a million dollars.”

“You’ve got your claws in him now,” Tommy hissed, “but he’ll figure out that you’re as shallow as your intelligence.”

Steve flushed and Tommy smirked, knowing he hit the mark. The one thing that Steve was always worried about and that was coming across as the dumb bunny.

“I’m not stupid,” he whispered harshly. “Just because I haven’t gone to fancy schools doesn’t mean I’m dumb.”

Tommy laughed cruelly. “Look around you, Steve. This is all you’ll ever have. All you’ll know. You’re only worth is what’s between your legs, not what’s between your ears.”

Tears stung at the corner of Steve’s eyes.

Then there was a warm arm that slid around his waist and Steve leaned into the embrace.

“You okay, baby?” Eddie murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“Much better now that you’re here,” Steve whispered back, nuzzling the under side of his throat.

“Stevie and I were just having a little chat,” Tommy said all false smiles, “weren’t we?”

Steve pressed further into Eddie’s side.

Eddie scoffed. “I heard what you were saying, it’s why I came over.”

Tommy blanched. “What?”

“And I did not like what you said at all.” He kissed Steve soundly on the lips. “Troy and Robin are waiting for you, babe. They’ll take you somewhere where you can calm down and I’ll be right behind you, okay?”

Steve nodded and went right into the waiting arms of Robin, Troy covering Steve from behind so no one could see how upset he was.

“You’re Tommy Hagan, right?” Eddie asked, low and menacing.

Tommy nodded.

“I’ve been hearing about your supposed rivalry with Steve from a couple different people tonight.” Eddie’s tone grew even darker.

Tommy opened his mouth, but Eddie held up his hand to stop him, “And no, Steve was not one of them. From other handlers and escorts. From what I could gather, you’re pissed because he rose to the top of the company faster than you did. He’s prettier, more charming, and better at his job.”

“Think whatever you like,” Tommy scoffed. But the red flush to his cheeks belied his statement.

“And now he’s dating the lead singer of your favorite band and you are just eaten up with envy and jealousy,” Eddie continued. “So you decided to go after Steve’s intelligence knowing it was a soft spot for him. But there are different kinds of intelligence and Steve’s is all emotional. And that’s what makes him brilliant at what he does.”

“Still makes him as dumb as a rock,” Tommy hissed.

Eddie just shook his head. “I’m making a complaint against you with the agency. This is really bad behavior for a Starcourt omega and doesn’t reflect well on them.”

Then Tommy really did pale. All color drained from his face, leaving his freckles more pronounced in the absence of color on his cheeks.

Eddie just shook his head and went in search of Steve.

Troy spotted him first and waved him over to a small alcove where Robin was rubbing Steve’s back as he struggled to calm down.

Eddie knelt in front of him and began rubbing his arms. “Hey, sweetheart. Do you need to leave?”

Steve took in a deep shuddering breath and held in his a moment. “No. Tommy is an ass but I can handle it.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Eddie murmured, caressing Steve’s cheek with his thumb. “With the horrible questions, the sexist alpha, and now this asshole. You admit it affected you and we can go home.”

Steve’s lip quivered. “But what about you, don’t you have to be here?”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie said, cupping his cheeks, “I have been here. I could duck out. The rest of the band is still here as well as Benny and our producer Alexi. They could hold court if you really needed us to go right now.”

“Tommy’s already been reported to management,” Troy said, cradling his ear. “They still want Eddie to make a formal complaint, but they’re pulling Tommy out and replacing him with Chrissy Cunningham.”

Robin nodded. “Elinor and a couple other omegas who were here with actual clients had run afoul of him as well.”

Steve raised his head. “Wait, really? He’s pissed that he was only here to work the room as opposed to being with a client? Is he stupid?”

Troy raised his hand and rocked his fingers back and forth. “The jury is still out on that one.”

Eddie looked back between Troy and Steve in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

“It depends on the client,” Steve said, “but an escort can make $1000-5000 a night. But working a room, you’re paid an five grand plus the chance to pick up future clients. Alphas that aren’t there with anyone who might have an event coming up that would be improved by having an escort. Maybe their rut is coming up soon. Working a room can net an escort closer to ten to fifteen grand.”

Eddie blinked. “Holy shit. Now, I’m wondering how he could be so stupid.”

“I could answer that,” a warm female voice said behind them.

Steve looked up and grinned. “Chrissy!”

Eddie stood up and turned around to see one of the prettiest female omegas he ever seen. Her strawberry blonde hair was artfully pulled back in a wavy bun, highlighting her green eyes and dazzling smile. She wore a pink mermaid tail dress that had feathers on her hips and on the train. She held a matching clutch.

She gave Steve a hug. “I’m sorry Tommy was an douchebag tonight, cher. But I’m here now.”

Steve relaxed, the last bit of tension bleeding from his frame with her casual support.

“So why would d-bag want a client over working the room if the gains are greater working the room?” Eddie asked, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

He had changed, too. The tuxedo pants had been replaced by leather ones, and he wore a band tee under a leather jacket. His knee high boots gave him a little extra height on Steve even in his own heels.

Chrissy smiled up at him. “Because if you’re working the room, that means you weren’t good enough to get a client going to the Grammy’s. It’s about the prestige of being with a big name artist. And that clout can’t be bought. Steve here is going to get more requests being at Eddie’s side, then I will from working the room.”

Robin snorted. “Only because Steve’s that hot.”

Steve ducked his head to hide his blush. He really did have the best of friends.

Chrissy giggled. “There’s a little bit to that, sure. But the salient point is that Tommy is jealous because he knows that even with Eddie courting Steve, Steve is going to make a hell of a lot more money than Tommy could hope to dream of in just this year.”

“He was trying to upset the escorts on jobs so that they would leave,” Troy said, “which would free up the clients for those only working the room.”

Steve and Chrissy gave Troy an appraising eyebrow, impressed.

“Sounds about right,” Steve said. “Which means leaving would be giving in to his schemes. Plus, Chrissy is here now. That makes the party way more fun.”

Eddie held out his hand and helped Steve to his feet. “Whatever you want, princess. I am but yours to command.”

Steve wagged his eyebrows. “Something I’ll consider for tonight.”

Robin and Chrissy wolf whistled.

Troy just shook his head. With Robin in tow, Troy melded back into the crowds to keep an eye on Steve from a distance.

Chrissy was introduced to the band. Jeff was immediately smitten by her charms.

He was falling over his feet to impress her.

“Jeffy here writes our music,” Eddie told her and Steve. “I write the lyrics and he turns them into songs. Really I have the easy part. He does all the heavy lifting.”

Gareth, immediately picking up on where Eddie was going with this followed that up with, “Yeah. Which considering he boxes to stay in shape it’s really easy for him.”

“You box?” Chrissy asked, all interest. “Do you actually get in the ring or do you just go up against punching bags to prevent ruining the prettiest face of the band?”

Steve hissed at her, “You take that back! Eddie is the hottest member of the band.”

“Hottest guitarist, maybe,” Elinor huffed. “Hottest member is clearly Gareth.”

The three alphas were starting to growl when Brian stepped in. “Guys, guys. You’re all very pretty. The prettiest. Now can we move on?”

Just when everyone had calmed down, he said, “Besides we all know the best looking one in the band is me!”

His friends dogpiled him and wrestled him to the ground.

Chrissy leaned over to Steve as the four of the tussled. “Do they do this often?”

Steve just shrugged. He hadn’t had the chance to hang out with band yet.

Elinor rolled her eyes. “They are like this all the time. In a minute or so, they’ll get tired, give up and move on like nothing has happened. They’ll straighten their clothes and hair, all the better for it.”

Sure enough they did just that.

Brian looked the worst for wear considering he had been the one under attack, but nothing was torn or out of place and quite quickly they were looking like nothing had happened.

“I love these dorks,” Eddie murmured. “So, so much.”

Steve kissed his cheek. “That’s good, because I think you’re stuck with them, being in a band and all.”

Jeff giggled. “Is he stuck in here with us, or are we stuck in here with him?”

Steve tapped his lips thoughtfully. “Oh, definitely the latter.”

“Hey!” Eddie protested.

Gareth shook his head. “No, no. I’m with Steve on this one. We are definitely stuck in here with you.”

“Traitors,” he muttered darkly.

Steve nuzzled his scent gland and Eddie’s alpha purred. It took every ounce of Steve’s professionalism he had to keep the replying chirp quiet enough that only Eddie could hear.

Eddie grinned. “Just let me make the rounds one more time and then you and I will get out of here.”

Steve nodded and then watched him go. He grabbed another glass of champagne from a passing waiter and downed in one gulp.

Chrissy’s eyes went wide and she slipped her arm through his and murmured, “Come on, cher. Let’s talk, you look like you need it.”

Steve nodded and followed her outside to get some fresh air. Once there he told her all about his night and not just the Tommy fuckery.

“I was standing there already feeling jealous about the gorgeous female omega actress that he was talking to and then Tommy came in and poked at my other biggest insecurity and I just crumpled...”

Chrissy put her arm around his shoulder and laid her head on his chest.

“You’re going to have to decide if that side of his job is going to be worth it, because if you’re freaking out over him just talking to an actress,” she said gently, “how are you going to fare when he goes on tour?”

Steve sighed. It was one of the reasons that Neil never requested to court him. Being on tour all the time, the constantly being away from Steve who was very much of fixture of LA.

“I don’t know,” he admitted softly. “But he stirs something inside me that I have never felt before and it’s addicting. It feels like flying and I worry that I’ll fly too close to the sun and fall.”

“Soar anyway, Steve,” she advised him. “It’s scary and it’s new. But soar anyway. You deserve a chance at happiness, just be sure to tell Eddie when you feel this way. Because he’s not a mind reader. He can’t see what’s happening behind his back.”

Steve frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Eddie was told Tommy was harassing you,” Chrissy said. She held up her hand before Steve could say anything. “Now before you get all in your head thinking that he had to be told to come to your rescue, we both know that’s not true. But he had to be told you were in danger. Because it was happening where he couldn’t see. So you have to tell him when you’re feeling left out or jealous, because if it’s happening where he can’t see, he can’t fix it.”

Steve let out a long sigh. “Yeah, I see what you mean. If I had been more honest about the actress, Eddie would have already been by my side and maybe Tommy would have still approached or not, but probably not.”

She nodded. She turned around and saw Eddie looking for Steve. She spun Steve around and pushed him toward Eddie.

“Now go get your man.”

Steve stumbled into the venue and began moving quickly so he could reach Eddie faster.

Suddenly Eddie had an armful of soft omega.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured into Steve’s ear, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist. “You ready to go home?”

“Yeah,” Steve said softly. “Take me home, Eds.”

****

Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

The confrontation with Tommy had been stewing in my head since I first starting writing the story, originally it was going to be with the Nancy and Billy at New Yorker party but there was already too much going on in that chapter so it got moved here.

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abibliophobiaa · 1 year

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Evermore - e.m x f!reader/ s.h x f!reader

summary: Eddie loved you, he still loves you, but he’s not the man he was before.

tags/warnings: Kas!Eddie/Vampire Eddie, angst, fluff, implied sexual content, character death, bittersweet ending, allusion to pregnancy (very brief, if you squint).

relationships: Eddie Munson x Afab!Reader, Steve Harrington x Afab!Reader.

song suggestions (in order): lovely by billie eilish; evermore by josh groban; beautiful boy (darling boy) by john lennon

Eddie…well, he remembers.

He remembers those before moments clearly.

Those times of togetherness. Of you and him side by side in his bedroom, hands tied together, whispering confessions of love. Of your words, spinning in his mind, as you whisper stories to him in the night, your fingers in his hair and his around your waist.

He can still see your face.

The way you smile at him, the faces you make when you’re hurt, happy, when you’re overwhelmed with pleasure. He can see them all. They’re clear as day still, as if they’re happening at present, an endless repeat in the back of his mind as he hunts—as he kills.

Because he’s no longer Eddie Munson.

No.

There's this otherness now. The mind he shares with this thing that resides in him. The monster. The creature that lurks in the shadows, that whispers of a deeper need, tells him to feed. The part of him that is enhanced, vision stronger, scent more refined, his hearing powerfully adept.

It’s the parts of him he’s most afraid of.

And yet he finds you that April evening, sitting before a little makeshift headstone in an open forest. You speak into the open air like you believe someone hears you, like someone’s listening.

He is, he supposes. He always is.

You’re sitting beside his Uncle Wayne, your head hung low, tears falling into decaying earth.

The world is full of rot now.

Hawkins is in four, and your heart is in two, and Eddie hides in the shadows because it’s best for the one.

He should be happy, he reminds himself, that the spirit of Henry, of Vecna, allows him these moments.

These moments of reprieve where his mind is his and he remembers all the things of his before—of a life that seems far away now.

A mere distant memory.

“I miss him.” Your words carry in the wind and curl around him, beckon him forth, but he never ventures further.

He’s not the man you knew.

Not anymore—never again.

His fingers long to touch you.

To reach out and grasp your hand as he watches from a distance when May burns bright.

You’re at the movies today with Dustin, Steve and Robin. You tip your head back in a laugh as they speak to you, but he knows it’s fake.

There’s a forced nature to the way you hold yourself. Your smile never quite reaches your eyes, the way you shift awkwardly on the spot, how you glance off into the distance.

You try and play it off as sincere, but Eddie knows.

You tell them you had fun, that you can’t wait for next time, that you’re happy you got to spend this time with them.

But when they’re gone, when you’ve returned to your home and creep up the stairs to your bedroom, Eddie sees through it all.

The way your forehead presses against your window, how you search into the distance in the way you used to when you were together. Longing, searching, begging for more.

You cry.

You cry so much lately and he wishes he could take that from you—this endless pain that sucks the life from you.

He misses you.

Gosh, he misses you so much.

But the shadows call, and he answers.

It’s safer this way.

You fell in love quickly, like many often do.

The first date was at the local diner, thighs slicked from nervousness and the summer heat against red vinyl, hearts all fluttery from excitement, his words a fumbled mess from his mouth because you were so pretty and he’d been wanting to ask you out for ages.

And with you there sitting across from him, all he could think was that, and he blurted out how pretty you are and his cheeks stained red because you bit your lip and averted your gaze and he assumed the whole thing was over.

But later that night it was all strawberry flavored kisses at your front doorstep, him nervous at first and you with this dangerous glint in your eye. He’d fall for it every time, and he told you as much, his forehead dropping down against yours to pull away and press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

He asked you, a little breathless, bitten with nervousness, “You wanna do this again sometime?”

And his heart felt like it had been punched in the best way when you’d crinkled your nose affectionately against his and whispered back, “Make out…or another date?”

“Both?” His stomach did that thing where it dropped out beneath him, but he’d thrown all caution to the wind at this point, because he liked you and you liked him and what a beautiful thing to know.

It was a summer love, Wayne had teased, as the weeks slipped on by in the lazy July heat. You spent nearly every day together, whether it was walking around town with ice cream cones in hand, hands stained vanilla and chocolate and rainbow colored sprinkles because you always talked for too long they started to melt, or in the back of his van at Lover’s Lake with a rolled joint shared between the two of you and nothing but time, hours spent in his bedroom where you talked until the moon grew high above the sky and a new day crept and you revealed all your thoughts and deepest secrets, a drive in movie with his friends from the band, where he’d introduced you as his girlfriend for the first time.

He immediately panicked, face hot and red, but you never corrected him. Instead, as the colors from the screen danced in the other boy’s eyes and they were distracted for a bit, you leaned over and kissed his cheek, and told him you accepted.

After that it was the kick start of his heart that first time he’d snuck through your bedroom window. Climbed up your trellis and nearly woke the neighbors as he careened into the room, leaves and other brush sticking out every which way from his hair. You’d giggled, all lyrical and bright, warning him he needed to be quiet. ‘Cause your parents were down the hall and you didn’t want to wake them, but you also really wanted to do this.

He wasn’t sure what to do, mentioned as much, just as you slipped your tank top from your shoulders and bared yourself to him. And he’d whispered a silent prayer, a curse under his breath, as he leaned forward and kissed you slowly, soundly, sweetly, walking you backward until you clambered across the bed and flopped down onto your back, staring up at him with a look in your eyes he’d never seen before.

But it was all for him, and relished in it as you whispered you loved him for the first time.

And what a beautiful thing, because no one had ever told him they loved him before. Not like that, not in the way one gives you a part of themselves, not as you handed your heart to him and he gave his right back.

Soon it was all pretty sighs and gasped moans against his mouth. It was hot flesh revealed as you helped rid himself of his clothes before he worked your shorts and underwear down your thighs, a hand curling around your kneecap as his hips settled against yours. It was a whimper and a plea of, “Need you, Eddie,” and a muffled cry as he pressed your head into his shoulder to stay quiet and slid inside inch by blessed inch for the first time.

And as he loved you in the night, closer than the two of you had ever been before, he promised himself it was forever.

Felt the first flicker of it deep within his chest as you shattered around him, babbling his name and telling him you loved him over and over and over again like a mantra.

Resigned himself to the fact you had all of him after he rolled off of you and opened his arms so you could crawl into them and fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

Whispered it to you against the crown of your head, even though you slept soundly against him, and reminded you in the morning when you leaned up and kissed him and told him how happy you were to be with him, and watched your face as it lit up, because you felt the same.

You still wear the ring he gave you, back at the boathouse, back when you slept under a tarp and prayed someone would take away the burden of Chrissy’s death and the public scrutiny—the allegations that the man you loved was, in fact, a murderer, the threat of Vecna looming closer and closer every day.

He sees it one night as he stands in the trees outside your bedroom, the glint of silver on your ring finger.

He’d given it to you the night before Patrick’s death, said he wanted to marry you after all was said in done, said you were two kids who were probably too young to be thinking about marriage, but he knew it didn’t matter if it was now or years from now because the person he wanted at the end of it all would always be you.

You cried and nodded your head, and he laughed through his own tears and pushed the ring up onto your finger, one of his that had been small enough to fit. He pulled your hand up to his mouth to press a kiss there.

Forever then, you were going to be together forever.

In the end though, you only get a few days.

He breaks your heart and it breaks his because he promises you till he’s old and gray but only days later he watches you from below as you scream his name and sob for him to come back.

It breaks his heart as he cuts that rope dangling through your two worlds and your cries bleed into Dustin’s as he rushes from the trailer and gets on that damn bike.

It breaks his heart because you and Dustin somehow find him anyway at the end of it all, sobbing into his broken body as he pushes your hair from your face and tries to make you smile, even though he knows you’re splitting down the center.

It breaks his heart to watch your hands as they hover over the parts of him that are no longer whole and only bleed, because you want to keep him alive, want to keep your love alive. But there’s so much blood, there’s too much, and even he understands that he’s running out of time.

You’re telling him you love him over and over and over again and he asks you to tell him about your future. And you whisper against his bloody lips through salty tears that, “We’ll…we’ll have a little house with a l-little porch swing so we can sit and you can read to me every night. We’ll adopt a dog—our little O-Ozzy. And you’ll call me w-wife and I’ll call you husband, and maybe someday we’ll do something crazy like have a kid. One with…your hair and your eyes and your heart, because the world needs more of you. And when they’re all grown up, and they m-move out and have families of their own, you’ll still sit with me every night on that swing. You’ll tell me you l-love me and I’ll tell you I love you because…because there’s no reality I want without a forever with you in it.”

He smiles even though you whimper against him because he feels so happy and of all the things he’s done in life, all the adventures he’s gone on, all the choices that have led him here, you’re his favorite.

It makes it less scary, as his vision grows darker and darker and his life bleeds into the ground beneath him, knowing you’re the light to guide his path.

It does little to change the fact he’ll miss you forever when it finally grows dark.

You twist the ring now as you sit in your bedroom window, your knees pulled up to your chest. He sees the way your face crumples as you hold your hand close to your frame, just over your heart, and submit to your tears.

He hates himself, because in this new body he is cursed with a forever, and he’s cursed with a reality with no you in it.

And in the night, with nothing but your image just feet away from him and the moon to keep you both company, he cries, too.

Your first close call comes when the summer bleeds into fall.

Vecna finds a new vessel, his powers grow once more, and the Upside Down bleeds into Hawkins.

But there are those brave enough to fight back, and it comes as no surprise that you’re one of those people.

He watches from a distance, a shadow in the night, a guardian to keep you safe, because it’s the only way he can have you, even if it’s not in the way he wants.

You and the group you grew close with that last week of his life are in the streets of a now broken Hawkins, fighting off a monster that walks on all fours and has a mouth like a venus flytrap—a gaping maw of rows full of gore-slick teeth.

He knows its name. Demogorgon. He feeds off them, walks the same lands they do.

He is not part of the hive.

He’s special, that voice whispers to him sometimes, he’s a most remarkable creation. He’s a monster.

He feels the pull of that other world.

The voice calling his name as the demogorgon grows a little too close to you growls and leaps.

He screams in his mind and the monster’s head turns, turns toward him and in its momentary distraction you slide a knife into its head just before Steve whirls around with a nail studded bat and watches it bleed and die against the ground.

“What’s wrong?” He hears Steve ask you, catching your eyes staring directly in Eddie’s direction. “Are you hurt?”

Steve’s eyes scour your body for any injury, his hands coming to rest on your arms, but you’re fine.

Eddie made sure of it.

Robin turns as well to see what’s going on, Nancy using her shoulder for support, hand cupping a wound on her side.

But he’s hidden in the shroud of night.

That voice whispers his name again, and he knows he has to go back to the place where the sky is always red, but he lingers just a moment longer to hear you start to walk closer, your head tilting to the side, eyes straining to see.

“I just thought…” Your voice trails off in the wind. It’s been so long since he’s heard it, he’s almost forgotten what it sounds like. “Nevermind.”

You're hurt, and there are no beds in the hospital.

You’re hurt, attacked by a demogorgon, so it’s not like they can bring you there anyway. Too many questions, too many risks involved.

You’re hurt, and he watches from a distance as Steve and Nancy bind the wounds on your side with whatever scraps of fabric they have in their backpacks, snow beneath you blooming red like flower petals around you.

You’re hurt and he watches as Steve lifts your weak body from the ground, your eyes closed and limbs slack. He tries to not think about the way you already look gone from this side of earth, tries to picture your smiling face in his mind, because you’ll be okay.

You have to be.

You’re hurt and he follows from a distance as they take you back to Steve’s house, because his parents are gone and you’ll be able to rest up there. Eddie watches through the trees as Steve lays you down in his bed and murmurs with Robin and Nancy, his face furrowing in worry at the sight of you unconscious in his bed.

Eddie ignores the call of the Upside Down beckoning him back home.

Because all his mind can focus on is that you’re hurt, you’re hurt, you’re hurt.

He ignores the voice of Vecna and shoves him into the catacombs of his mind as he climbs into the tree outside Steve’s window and watches for days as you slip in and out of consciousness, towels on your forehead, as you fight off fevers. Steve, Robin and Nancy watch you in shifts, sitting at your side in vigil.

Sometimes the kids do, too, with their hand around your own and mouths moving as they talk to you, as they remind you of all the reasons why it’s too soon for you to go.

One afternoon, he hears Steve and Robin sitting outside on the lounge chairs set up around the patio, Steve’s head in his hands and Robin’s hand on his shoulder as she says, “There was nothing you could do. She knew what she was getting into.”

“But if she dies—if she dies…that’s two in less than a year. I can’t—I can’t lose them both.” If Eddie had a heart, he knows it would ache, because though their tentative friendship had been short, it had been meaningful.

He wishes he had more time to see what could have been.

“Eddie knew what he was doing, just like she did, too,” Robin reminds him. Her voice is low and she sounds broken. They both do. “You can’t carry around this guilt. It’s eating you alive. When did the doctor say they could get here?”

Steve’s breath is shaky as he says, “Tomorrow. They’re coming tomorrow. I just hope she makes it.”

It’s stupid.

Eddie knows it’s stupid, but under the cover of night, he slips out from the tree he’s hiding in and climbs up to Steve’s window. He climbs to where Steve has left it unlocked, always does to make it easy to slip out when his parents are home and the Party comes calling, and pushes in through the parted curtains.

His senses overwhelm him.

The smell of your sickness, the shallowness of your breath in and out of your weak lungs, the slow beat of your heart holding on beneath your ribcage.

There had been a time he’d fallen asleep to it, but now it only fills the cavity where his own organ used to beat with dread.

He reaches out to touch you, but you don’t feel like he remembers.

Your skin is slick and clammy, sweat clinging to the surface, body warm from your fever.

Your lips tremble in your fitful sleep, like you’re speaking, only no words come.

His fingers trail along your forehead, across the hair along your scalp, the curve of your ear.

His ears focus on your breath, the sound of your heart, and he tries to clear his mind of everything else.

Slips into that space he’s gone to only a few times before since becoming this thing he is now.

It’s dark there.

An endless sea of inky night that stretches endlessly on and he finds you there.

Feels the ground ripple near his feet as he walks over to where you sit on Steve’s bed.

In here, your body isn’t broken.

In here, there’s no sickness, no fever, no wounds staining through white bandages with your beautiful life.

Your head tilts up and his breath catches because you’re beautiful and it’s the closest he’s been to you in months.

And your face crumples as you look at him and jump off the bed, rushing over, hands pausing before touching him like you’re afraid you might hurt him—like you’re not sure he’s really there at all.

“Are you real right now? Am…”

“You’re not dead, sweetheart. I won’t let you go yet,” he tells you, bringing his arms around you to hold you close. His legs nearly buckle under the weight of the moment. You fold back into him as you always have, as if you’ve missed no time at all. He nearly chokes on a sob, feels you heave and crumble against him, noisy cries ripping from your throat. “I know, baby. I know.”

“You’re here.”

“I am,” he promises, cupping the back of your head.

“Am I dreaming?”

His chest cleaves in two as you look up at him, your eyes bloodshot, tears falling like glittering stars down your cheeks. His hands slide up to rest on either side of your face, thumbs brushing against your skin, mouth dropping kiss after kiss to your forehead.

“Something like it.”

“So you’re…”

“Yeah, still gone,” he tries to smile, but it makes your eyes water more, your hands shaking against his forearms as you reach up to touch him. “Unfortunately.”

“I love you,” you whisper the words and they sail in the wind in the world that lives in the in between.

“I love you, too,” he tells you. It hasn’t changed, and never will change. Time, space, and death will never erase that. “But I don’t have a lot of time. I need you to fight, okay? I need you to rest and heal. Think you can do that for me?”

“It hurts,” you say, and he knows you mean your mortal, wounded body.

“I know, I know it hurts. But there’s a doctor that’s going to come tomorrow and they’ll give you the medicine you need to kick that infection and patch you right up. I just need you to hold on till then. Think you can do that for me?”

His fingers trail down the side of your face, and somewhere in the vestiges of his mind he can feel your waking body relax, can feel your breathing deepen, your heartbeat strengthen.

“I want to go with you,” you tell him.

He shakes his head. “No. It’s not your time yet.”

Your head drops, and his stomach does along with it. “Will you come back?” Your words are a watery plea.

It's a sad sound that has his anguish exposed, raw anew.

“I’ll try, okay?” It’s the most he can offer you, and you nod slowly, sniffling on an inhale. “You’re going to live a long, long life, okay? I want you to do that for me.”

“I will, Eddie, I will,” you promise. You slide back into his arms, pressing your head against his chest, keeping him close.

“I can feel this place slipping from my mind,” he says, palm sliding up and down your back. “I love you. I’ll always love you.”

You dissolve like that, held safe and sound within his arms, there one moment and gone the next.

In waking, in the real world, when his eyes open and he’s back in Steve’s bedroom, he sees you there.

It’s then, blessedly and finally then, that you rest.

Before long, it’s Spring again.

The weather warms, but Eddie’s body never does. Dead things don’t have hearts that beat, they don’t have blood to circulate through their bodies. His chest rises and falls, sure, but that almost seems like an involuntary reflex of a life that feels more and more like a memory with every passing day.

You’re on Steve’s patio with the Harrington boy himself and Robin. You look more rested than he’s seen in a long while. He thinks to the night before, visiting you in your dreams, laughter in the air as he brought a vision back to your mind, one of the two of you sitting in a field back before the world grew dark, him with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair, reading to him in an open field.

He hates leaving you at the end of it, hates it every time he has to go, and finds it grows harder and harder to do so every time.

But it’s not reality; he knows that.

He supposes eventually things will crash and burn, just as they always do; he just doesn’t expect it to happen so quickly.

One moment you’re sitting, laughing at something Robin has said, and the next he’s wincing as a twig snaps under his foot. The swear he lets out drives him to move, cursing his body for giving him supernatural hearing and smell, but not the speed he needs right now to outrun you.

Your feet pound in his ears, a thump that beats in tandem with your heart as you tear through Steve’s backyard and rush after him into the open street.

His insides tear in two the first time you call his name into the open air. It’s a cry, your voice shaking, tremulous like you can’t believe your sight.

He pushes faster, feet pumping beneath him, the echo of them a drumbeat. He needs to go. He needs to get far away. Run like hell, because you can’t see him.

Steve’s voice joins into the mix. A call of your name that sounds frantic in his ears. Steve cares for you. Eddie’s not blind to it; he’s grateful for it. Just like he’s grateful for it now, because your footsteps start to slow as Steve’s cries of your name grow louder.

“It’s Eddie,” you shout back, and Eddie rushes around a car and crouches down in your momentary distraction.

Catches sight of himself in a side door mirror, his reflection illuminated by the moon.

His eyes are dark and rimmed with shadow. Lines like little swirls beneath his bottom lashes, a telltale sign he needs to feed. And if he lifts his lip, like he does now, he sees those elongated canines.

He’s no longer human.

Hasn’t been for a while now.

You start to cry in your frustration. He hears your breath coming in rasping heaves, the way your voice breaks as Steve’s body collides with yours, how it wobbles as you tell him over and over again, “It’s Eddie, Steve.”

His eyes drift up to his face once more. The image looking back at him so unlike the boy you once knew.

Even if he would…even if he could, your Eddie is gone.

He’s gone, and he can never be again.

He can’t be what you need. He knows that for certain now.

Eddie crawls around the side of the car and catches the sight of Steve moving to curl his arms around your shoulders, forms illuminated in the street lamp, the way your face crumples against his chest as your cries grow hoarse. The pitiful way you whisper, “I saw him, Steve.”

But Steve’s honest.

He’s always been honest, and it shatters both you and Eddie when he says, “Eddie is gone. I’m so sorry, but he’s gone and I wish I could bring him back but I ca—”

His words break off at the end because you shove at him. Hands coming up to push Steve backward. He doesn’t flinch. Not as you shove him again and again and again as tears leak down your face.

Eddie wishes he could collect them all. Could ease the ache growing in your chest.

“Why would you say that?” Your voice is high and tight.

You shove at him again, body growing lax with your efforts. Feet wobbling, knees growing uneasy.

Steve remains firm, a strong tower, a shoulder to lean on in your time of need.

“I’m sorry, swee—”

“Don’t call me that. He called me that.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, and holds his hands up in surrender.

“I hate you.” You shout it at him, and this time Steve does flinch.

You don’t mean it. Eddie knows you don’t. In a heart full of love such as yours, there’s never been room for it.

It breaks him even more.

Something on your face changes then. A flash of recognition flickers across your features. A slow, painful understanding sliding into place behind your eyes. Eddie wants to rush out, to hold you, to protect you from the utter despair that crashes over your form so suddenly. The way you practically fall into Steve and he’s there to catch you as you come crashing to the ground, howling with the anguish of what you start to sob into the man’s chest.

Of the reality you now understand. Maybe for the first time in the twelve months he’s been dead.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

“I know,” he whispers. “I know.”

“He’s gone.”

Steve cups the back of your head.

Eddie’s hand curls into a fist.

“He’s gone.”

Steve pulls you into his lap, rocks you as your cries grow louder.

Eddie closes his eyes.

“He’s gone. He’s never coming back, Steve.”

Eddie watches your heart break all over again.

And he makes his decision.

He knows what he has to do.

You’re there, sitting in the center of your bed as always, when Eddie comes to you in the world that lives in the in between again.

After your close encounter with death, he’s come to visit you multiple times. Always in your dreams, in that land that’s always so dark, and yet it’s peaceful there. He can make it anything he wants to be, a horrifying ‘positive’ to being linked to Vecna.

Some nights you simply talk, your warm hand in his cold one, laying on your bed.

Others, you play cards, put together a puzzle, sing along to music because he misses it so much—if only to pretend like anything about this is normal.

Eddie doesn’t have a heart, not anymore, but if he did…he knows it would be racing because of what he knows he has to do.

This night is different; this night changes everything.

Your head lifts and your smile blooms as he fills your vision, his skin pale and unmarked from the bites that killed him, and it should have been your first realization that he’s not what he once was from when he first began visiting you in your sleep.

The man who died, the man who had closed his eyes and who slipped away your arms is not the same one standing before you now.

It’s why what once was can never be again.

It pains him to admit it.

In another world, another life, he would be selfish.

But he can’t.

He can’t fathom the idea of you aging when he stays forever twenty-one, can’t imagine losing you to time at the end of your life. He can’t think about it because doing so would break him.

And he can’t look at the pain in your eyes any longer. The way you always look to the woods, always searching for him, seeking out the boy who no longer is.

You need to move on, to flourish, to grow beyond this.

Your body crashes into his, your voice muffled by the front of his shirt. He’s always wearing the same thing, somehow never dirty, rid of his blood. “I missed you,” you breathe into him, into the chilliness of his body.

You never comment on it. He sometimes thinks you pretend it’s not real to preserve yourself from the pain of the ‘what if.’

He pulls his head back just enough to look down at you, and your mouth dips south. “I need to talk to you.”

“Okay…” You trail off as he settles down on your bed, his legs straight as you fold yours beneath your body where you sit beside him.

His fingers reach into the spaces between yours and lace within them. His next words, he thinks if he wasn’t already dead, might kill him. “I can’t feel you, baby.”

You brush your thumb along the back of his hand, mouth a wobbly pout as you say, “What do you mean? I can feel you right now. You’re…you’re right here.” You hold your interlocked fingers together in front of his face, trying to smile.

He leans forward and brushes his mouth near the corner of your lips. “I can feel you…but it’s like I’m hollow. Like I'm empty. You notice how I’m always cold now?”

You sniffle noisily, nodding. “It’s cold here, though.”

He brings your head closer to his chest. He presses your ear where proof of his life used to lay inside. Now it’s only silent.

Empty.

So fucking empty.

“Do you understand what I’m trying to say? Don’t make me say it, sweetheart, please.” He chokes on a cry as your hand slides up beside where your cheek rests, your head pulling back enough to look up at him. “Do you get it now? Do you get why it can only be like this here…in your dreams, in our dreams?”

“Eddie…”

“So here’s what you’re going to do, okay? You’re going to live. You’re going to do it to the fullest. Do all the stupid shit we didn’t get to do together. Travel the world. Try all the food. You’re going to move on, okay? I need to know you’re gonna be fine—”

“Eddie, no” you say, swallowing the sob threatening to spill from your mouth. “Just stay here.”

“This—this isn’t real.” The chair imagined the night before disappears from sight. Dissolves into nothing. The books sitting on the floor near your bed, the ones you’ve been reading to him, follow suit. One by one, the image he conjured up slips away. Little particles of light sifting and shifting into nothingness. “I can’t be what I was to you before. That future we dreamed up? I can’t do that. I can’t give you that. Not in this body, not like this. And I can’t…I can’t watch you grow up, can’t watch you and all our friends...please, shit, please d—”

Your hand comes up to rest on his cheek, and he finds you crying silently before him.

“I want you to live for me,” he says, brushing his lips against yours. One of the last kisses you’ll share. “I need you to promise me that. I need you to do all the things I can’t. Take pictures, go on adventures, read all the books, find new hobbies. I need you to experience the world, fall in love with it, fall in love again.”

You’re kissing him and he’s holding you close. His hands fist in your shirt and cling to you, like you’ll drift into the wind, like if he lets go you’ll flutter away. And in a way, you will.

It’s goodbye.

It’s the end of who you both were, who you wanted to be, and no longer can.

You whisper over and over again into his lips that you love him, that you’ll never forget him, that you’ll live for him.

He smiles into your skin and nods his head, his hand coming to rest against your chest.

You’re alive and you're real, you’re his and you’re also not.

Part of you always will be.

“I’ll miss you. I’ll always miss you,” Eddie tells you, his face moving to press into the side of your neck. He feels the shudder of your breath as you take in his words, as you understand the seriousness of them. His finger taps your chest and he laughs, but it’s a broken sound. “I’ll be right here.”

You don’t talk for a while. You rest in the unspoken understanding that this is the last time you'll be together.

It’s the last time you’ll feel his arms around you, the last time he’ll hold you like he planned on doing for the rest of his life.

He presses a kiss to your brow and feels you hug him tighter still as you lay beside him on your bed, legs tangling with his own, your fingers in his hair.

You kiss endlessly. Constant presses of skin against skin.

A thousand, for all the days you’ll be without. You kiss until you’re breathless and in the waking world the sun starts to creep up the waiting sky.

“Live, sweetheart, live,” he says against your skin, feeling you warm, feeling your body start to fade in the circle of his embrace.

“I love you,” you whisper, eyes lingering on his face as particles of light burst and dance around you. Just a few moments now. “I’ll always love you. And I’ll do what you asked. I’ll live, Eddie. I’ll do it for you.”

“I love you, too.”

He smiles, and light bursts behind his eyes.

When he wakes, the sky is red, but all he sees is your face.

He finds peace in that.

Vecna’s gone now. Has been for a while.

The world heals and rests, and the Upside Down chooses Eddie. The world that once was, full of dark skies and death, is now teeming with life.

He’s tied to it now, just as he was before, but more so now.

There’s a small gap in worlds, left open, that he ventures out of every so often to remind him of the place that seems almost foreign now.

He’s on a path he’s traveled many times now.

Not in some years, but he’s familiar all the same. The winding roads that lead to your family home bring him to your front lawn. There are two cars out front, one a familiar BMW, and beside it sits a newer, bigger SUV.

The place looks different than when you were two kids in love. There are more flowers now, brighter blooms, and the smell of something sweet spills from the curtains blowing in the wind.

He hears the heartbeats within the home before the voices. Four all together. Two slower—he knows those are adults. There’s the rapid flutter of what he assumes to be a child, and the last is muffled and swift, unfamiliar to him even after all these years in his new body.

His head tilts up and he sees Steve Harrington’s familiar head of hair moving about a little boy’s room illuminated by a lamp. There are endless blocks strewn in a corner, little postcards from places all over the world plastered on the sky blue walls.

He’s nearly thirty two if Eddie remembers correctly, and wears a pair of thin wired glasses. He’s still disgustingly pretty in that way only Steve Harrington could be.

Steve’s voice is soft as he runs his fingers through the little one's hair. Brushes a kiss on his forehead from where he kneels beside a kiddy bed. “I told you, the Tooth Fairy is nice. Plus you’re four, little man, you don’t have to worry about it for a long time. And if you really don’t want the Tooth Fairy to come, I’ll tell them our house is off limits.”

“Are you sure?”

Steve nods, his chuckle carrying through the gently parted window. “Plus, Uncle Dustin and Aunt Suzie don’t know what they’re talking about anyway.”

“They don’t?” Those little eyes perk up, soft and round like his father’s.

“No, Jamie. Also, didn’t I tell you I’ll always keep you safe?” The little boy nods, and Steve’s finger slides down the gentle slope of his nose until it wrinkles and a boyish giggle reaches Eddie’s ears. “So you never have to worry, because I’ll always protect you. Always.”

“Daddy, can you sing me the song?” It’s then, as Steve nods and shifts to sit in the bed beside his son, Eddie sees the boy fully.

He’s got Steve’s eyes and his dark hair, but Eddie immediately knows the rest is all you.

He doesn’t even need to see you appear in the doorway to notice the clear resemblance. But his breath catches all the same. You’re just as he remembers you. Smiling and beautiful as ever, one hand on the doorway, the other on your hip.

He catches the rings on your left hand, and then higher up, around your neck against your heart where he remains forever now, the ring he gave you all those years ago.

You're thirty-one now, just like Steve, though you could never tell ten years has gone by from looking at you.

You’re that girl from the diner, the same girl he fell in love with so many years ago it feels like another lifetime.

“Jamie Edward, it’s past your bedtime, sweet boy,” you admonish, and Eddie’s throat swells with emotion, chest aching with fondness.

He glows inwardly, because what a gift you’ve unknowingly given him.

Jamie Edward.

“Uncle Dusty scared me,” the little boy whines as you join them and sit on the end of the bed.

Eddie watches your fingers reach across and twine with Steve’s, and he feels that ache in his chest for you start to subside. The part of him that always feared you’d live in the past forever, stuck in the memory of the boy you’d loved and lost.

Steve whispers, “Tooth Fairy.”

You only nod.

Jamie climbs further into his father’s arms, resting his head over his chest, looping an arm around his waist.

Steve rocks the boy slightly and sings. The sound that comes out is beautiful. Uniquely Steve. Quiet, a little raspy in tone, but Eddie feels a weightlessness creep into his soul as the words fall from his mouth and out that open window.

“Close your eyes, have no fear. The monster’s gone, he’s on the run, and your daddy’s here…”

Jamie’s head nuzzles against his father’s chest, and your ringed hand comes up to brush along your little one’s hair as your husband sings into open air.

“Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful…beautiful boy…”

Eddie turns on the heel and starts in the other direction, Steve’s voice following him along the way like a gentle caress.

A healing balm.

He walks down the path from whence he came, a new lightness to his steps.

There’s no bitterness, no sadness.

No, there’s only joy, because you’re happy and you’re alive and so full of it and that’s all he’s ever hoped for.

He kicks a rock down the road and hums to himself, glancing over his shoulder one last time to watch Steve kiss you on the forehead, his palm coming to rest lovingly against your slightly rounded midsection.

Steve moves away from you a second later to close the blinds and pauses. For a moment Eddie wonders if he can see him, hidden in the veil of his shadows. Steve squints and lingers, then shakes his head softly as though he thinks he’s seeing things, and shuts the light before he follows you out of Jamie’s bedroom.

Eddie smiles to himself.

He’s finally at rest.

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Dudes Kissin' Dudes

So this post broke my writer's block...

Buckle up for a fluffy fic of Eddie thirsting over Steve at the bar after he overhears him tell Robin he's kissed dudes before. Modern AU, aged up, first meeting and first kiss, rated T, 3.1k words! Also posted to ao3!

One of the things Eddie loves about bars is people watching. Some nights he'll just sit at the counter and observe the throngs of people. It’s fun to admire their looks and their clothes and the way they dance, sometimes to make up stories about them in his head about who they are, why they’re here, what they’re in search of. He’s gotten quite a few NPC ideas from it, the occasional character or two.

The other thing he loves is the buckwild stories he overhears. No one gossips like loose-lipped drunks. He weaves some of those into his campaigns too but mostly he just gets to have a good laugh or a sigh of relief that he’s not living out that particular drama.

The bar Eddie visited tonight was a little further than home from usual, but the queer scene there was always great and there was a live band playing that he’d seen a few times before. He’d heard a few good stories tonight too–a woman walking by exclaiming about some roommate entanglement gone wrong, one person’s aunt having been arrested for an illegal zoo complete with an emu that almost disembowelled a guy and then escaped–so it’d been worth the longer trip.

For now, he sat at the bar nursing his third drink, one elbow propped up as he scrolled through instagram to snoop on whatever his friends were up to and hoping the lull in patrons passes. A couple people had come up to chat, but no one sparked any mutual interest. It was fine, he wasn’t really on the prowl tonight.

Or so he thought.

Two people approached the bar, just one stool’s distance away, and Eddie’s eyes flicked up from his screen on instinct. The one furthest from him, with a dirty blonde bob, wore a bright patterned shirt and suspenders combo that screamed lesbian, to which he gave an internal nod of approval and solidarity, but then her friend pulled up beside her. And oh. Oh, her friend.

In the dim lighting of the room he still somehow shone just a little golden. Mole-flecked, with a strong nose and wide, easy smile. Warm eyes that sloped in a graceful downturn made him look a little soulful. And his swooping brown hair that fell with a touch of deliberate unkemptness that made Eddie want to mess it up, see if it was as soft as it looked, dig his fingers in and pull. He can’t look at the guy’s lips too long or he’ll start imagining things he really ought not to do outside the privacy of his own bedroom.

Unfortunately he also wore the straightest outfit he’d seen all night: khaki shorts and a white and blue striped polo. He would’ve looked right at home at a frat party, even ordered a bland pale ale those types chug right from the keg. Sighing, Eddie returned to his phone. There was no way he’d waste any more energy mooning over a straight man. Of course, that doesn’t mean he won’t eavesdrop.

Settling in, the pair leaned against the bar and surveyed the crowd. They started to catch up and the woman–Robin, he learns–went on a rambling rant about a needy client at what sounds like her translator job. Apparently the friend’s name was Steve, if Robin’s shouted, “Twenty-five pages in two hours. Two hours, Steve!” was anything to go by. He just listened with encouraging head-nods and appropriately offended gasps as he drank, sometimes surveying the other people mingling or dancing. Eventually, he stopped her with a smack to her shoulder, and pointed with the hand holding the bottle off in a corner.

“What about her?” he asked with an eyebrow wiggle, and Eddie narrowed his eyes as he stared at this guy.

“God, no. She’s way out of my league,” Robin says. Eddie relaxes, glad he’s not about to listen to some dude creep on someone.

“Are you crazy? Robs, leagues don’t exist, for one-”

She cut him off, claiming, “That’s what hot, confident people say to make us awkward ducklings feel better.”

“You’re not an awkward duckling, you’re a very majestic full-grown lady duck. And I bet you twenty bucks that lady duck over there would be thrilled if you crossed this pond to talk to her.”

“Please, for the love of god, never call me or another woman ducks ever again. That’s just weird.”

Sputtering, Steve said, “I was just following the- the metaphor!”

Eddie valiantly contained a snort while Robin rolled her eyes so hard her head rolled back with them. He appreciated the dramatics. But, looking at the woman Steve referred to, Eddie saw his point. He kept it to himself, but he believed in Robin.

Steve levelled a determined look at Robin. “Listen, I’m a phys ed and history teacher, not english, you get what I mean. You could absolutely sweep her off her feet.”

Frowning, with only a tiny bit of a stubborn pout, Robin fussed with the curling corners of the label of her own beer. “Well, what happened to this being girl’s night, huh? If I go home with someone–which I’m not saying I will, dingus– then you’re probably gonna have to hang around the bar all sad and alone and stuff.”

“Honestly, I’d probably go back and watch a movie with Roommate Greg.”

Robin made a face. “Not Greg. I can’t wait until he moves out.” Sighing, she finished her drink, left the bottle on the counter and asked the bartender for another. “I’d feel better if you’d be able to find your own lady duck here, but I think you’d be out of luck. If only you liked kissing dudes too.”

Eddie gave a silent, slightly ironic amen to that statement. But then, as if the gods themselves heard his plea, Steve said something that nearly had Eddie spitting out his drink.

“I mean, I have kissed dudes before.”

Robin went silent as Steve’s head turned to face her, her eyes wide, mouth open. Eddie’s phone screen had enough time to go black as he waited, on the edge of his stool, to learn more about this very handsome Steve kissing dudes sometimes.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve told you this before, Robs, it’s not that shocking.”

“Apparently you haven’t! I definitely would have remembered if my very straight male friend suddenly confessed to me that he’s ‘kissed dudes,’ plural, to my face,” she said, both hands gesturing wildly. She almost knocked over her refill.

God, Eddie wished he could see Steve’s face now, but he refused to move much in case they both realise he’s desperate to hear what comes next. He couldn’t even look away, he just stared like a weirdo, but he couldn't help it. This was juicier than killer emus. Eddie flat-out refused to acknowledge why, despite the tiny thrum of excitement in his chest.

Shoulders falling with a heavy sigh, Steve shook his head and leaned further into the bar, all too casual for this conversation in Eddie’s opinion. “It’s not that big a deal, jeez. Sometimes, with my old friends-”

“You do not mean Tommy and Carol.” Steve was quiet and Robin’s eyes got even wider. “You do not mean Tommy and Carol!”

“Well, yeah, it’s just. Y’know, when you’re hanging out at a bar and you’re at that happy tipsy point, not drunk, like, you’ve still got all your awareness or whatever, sometimes you just wanna show your friends you’re happy they’re around.”

“By… kissing them.”

“Uh-huh.”

“On the lips?”

The shrug Eddie witnesses is surprisingly easy for the sheer amount of obliviousness Steve was clearly carrying. “Sure. I won’t do it with someone who wouldn’t want it, of course, and after Carol saw me and Tommy do it a few times she’d asked him to stop, so we did, but if you’re confident in your sexuality it shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

“Steve. You are like my platonic soulmate and brother wrapped into one, and I mean this with all the love in my heart, but you are, on some occasions, extremely dense.”

“Hey,” Steve said, sounding offended, and Robin placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean you’re stupid. But sometimes it takes some time for things to click, my guy, and this might be one of them.”

Eddie couldn’t help but agree at least a little, having struggled with his own comphet demons, but even as an out and proud bisexual he certainly never kissed his friends unless he was trying to annoy the shit out of them or they were in a “with-benefits” situation. There were so many more ways to show appreciation than to tenderly kiss your buddies on the mouth.

As Steve started to speak again, someone walked up to the stool between Eddie and Steve, his eyes on Eddie. With a slightly mean grin, swung his foot up onto the stool with a clang and said, “Sorry, waiting for a friend.” The guy left with a judgemental side-eye but Eddie couldn’t care less. When he glanced back at Steve, Robin caught his eye with a confused look, and Eddie quickly unlocked his phone to pretend to be busy, hoping the low lights hid the slight flush in his face. It’s not like he hasn’t been caught doing this before, but in this case Eddie really, really wanted to hear the conclusion to this conversation.

“Let me get this ‘straight,’” Robin began, “you’ve kissed Tommy, on the mouth, multiple times.” Steve nodded. “In front of his girlfriend.” Another nod. “With tongue?”

“No, never with tongue.”

“But like, softly. You’re not mashing your faces together.”

Steve sounded annoyed when he stated, “I know how to kiss, Robin.”

“Humour me.”

“Yes, it was soft.” He’d crossed his arms now, and Eddie had to force his eyes away from Steve’s biceps.

“Did you… enjoy it?” Robin asked, much more gently than the rest of her inquisition.

“I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t like it.”

“I know I’m thoroughly a lesbian but I cannot fathom enjoying kissing Tommy Hagan even if I wasn’t.”

Steve snorts at that and some of the tension leaves his shoulders at the joke. “It’s not just Tommy, though, like I’ve done it with Jonathan, so it’s not just one person.”

Robin’s lips curled inwards like she was biting back something she desperately wanted to say, but wouldn’t. With one long breath in, then out, she said instead, “Okay. So. Two guys you’ve enjoyed kissing.”

“And Argyle. He’s great about it, actually, we kiss all the time.”

“Three. Guys.”

“Guy friends,” Steve clarified, as if that helped anything.

“That’s like this far away from being boy friends.” She held up two fingers that were basically touching, right in Steve’s face, and he swatted her away with a laugh. Taking her hand back, she leaned forward instead, asking, “Have you ever, I dunno, tried kissing a guy who isn’t a friend?”

Something in Eddie’s gut dropped at the question, making room for butterflies that had absolutely no right to be there and needed to vacate immediately. At the same time, a tiny, loud, selfish part of him wanted to raise his hand and yell, “pick me! Please, for the love of everything holy, unholy, and in between, fucking pick me!”

“What? No. That’s rude, I’m not just gonna walk up and kiss a stranger, I’d either be a massive creep or get punched.”

“Not if you ask, and especially not in this bar. You’re allowed to experiment, if you’re open about that.”

Silence lay thickly between them as Eddie watched Steve tilt his head to the side. Like he was actually considering it. He even let out a small “huh” and Eddie felt the seconds slide by like molasses, his own head tilted down at his phone but his eyes fixed on that perfect head of hair just a few feet away. Slowly, Steve turned so his back was to the bar again, and Eddie saw those puppy dog eyes glancing over the other patrons.

“Have you even seen anyone checking me out, though?” Steve asked.

Robin stared right at Eddie, and he swore his heart stopped. Oh fuck. “Probably the guy who’s been looking at you like you’re his last meal on death row all night.”

Oh fuck.

Twisting, Steve finally noticed Eddie. If his heart had stopped when Robin completely caught him out, it started back up again at a rabbit-fast pace, blood rushing straight to Eddie’s cheeks and ears, staining them bright red. Having the full force of Steve’s gaze on him was equal parts awful and wonderful and deeply fucking embarrassing. It was worse when Steve started looking him up and down, eyes tracing a languid path down Eddie’s body and along the leg still resting on the spare stool.

He knows what he looks like, and it’s nothing like Steve. Lankier, dressed in all black and ripped denim. Eddie had just enough self-esteem to acknowledge he could attract a few people with his long curls and dark, intense eyes, but not enough to think that this guy right here, seemingly checking him out, would find anything all that appealing. And yet.

“Hey,” Steve said when he got back to Eddie’s face, all calm confidence.

“H-howdy,” Eddie squeaked, zero charm to be found.

“I’m Steve.”

“I’m Eddie,” he said with slightly more vocal control, and the slight smile that brought to Steve’s face could spawn entire hair metal ballads.

Steve readjusted so he actually faced Eddie, and Robin leaned on his back, peering over it with a conniving little smirk. “So I guess you heard all that,” he said, and Eddie nodded.

“Yeah, uh, sorry about that, I didn’t mean to-”

“Oh you totally did,” Robin said, grinning.

Eddie’s mouth pressed into a thin line, but all that did was make Steve chuckle. It wasn’t even a mean chuckle, he sounded amused, like they were all in on a joke instead of justifiably pissed that a stranger had heard their entire private conversation. Robin, also laughing, pushed off of Steve with a pat to the back and a “good luck,” walked off towards the dance floor. Eddie watched her leave with only a little bit of malice.

“So what do you think?”

His head whipped back to Steve, who’d stepped a bit closer. One of the track lights above highlighted the natural tan to Steve’s skin. Eddie bet he’d look stunning with a bit of glitter on his cheeks. “What?”

“About experimenting, dude,” Steve laughed, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I won’t push. I’m not a shitty person.”

“And you’re just. Okay with this.” He couldn’t help waving a hand between them with a disbelieving shake of his head.

“Wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.” Steve’s arms were crossed again, making some frayed wires spark in Eddie’s poor, overwhelmed brain as he took in Steve’s patient, friendly smile. His lips made this adorable wide v-shape like that, and whatever remaining restraints held Eddie back from this idea swiftly dissolved at the idea that he could kiss that smile away, even if only for a moment. Even if he knew he’d probably think about it for a year, or, likely, more.

With a sharp exhale, Eddie said, “Fuck it. Yeah. Let’s do it.” He stood, finding he was more or less as tall as Steve, and dredged up every ounce of bravado he could manage. “Any time you wanna stop, you stop, ‘kay? I’ll back off.” He paused to lean closer, glanced down at Steve’s lips with all the hunger he’d been fighting off all night, then back up for effect. “But don’t blame me if I rock your world.”

“You’re a dork,” Steve teased but, if Eddie wasn’t imagining things, he sounded just a little breathless.

Eddie closed the distance. Instead of getting right to kissing, he gently nudged Steve’s nose with his own, ghosting his full lips over Steve’s and earning a tiny, frustrated huff, and finally, with a smile, Eddie dove in for a kiss. It was soft, like he imagined Steve giving all those other guys, and intentionally short. Eddie pulled away a smidge, only to find Steve chasing after him, his broad hands grasping Eddie’s belt loops and yanking their hips closer.

Their kisses grew more fervent. Hands roaming, Eddie got his wish and buried his fingers into that silky soft hair, his other hand cupping the small of Steve’s back and bringing them flush together. He could feel the small groan in Steve’s chest when Eddie pulled his hair just the right side of too hard and gave a short laugh. Steve swallowed it, drew his tongue over Eddie’s lips in a question Eddie answered by letting him lick his way inside. Fuck, Steve really did know how to kiss.

A push, and Steve was pressed into the bartop, his hands slipping to Eddie’s ass and kneading while Eddie had him pinned. He could feel Steve getting hard in his preppy little shorts, felt it against his own hardness and couldn’t help but grind into it, both of them moaning low into each other’s mouths as their kisses grew hungrier, sloppier.

Neither of them remembered where they were until hands slapped both of their shoulders and they jolted apart, pupil blown and lips pink.

“Welp, looks like you figured your shit out, dingus. I’m heading home with Chrissy here,” Robin wiggled her and the woman that was apparently Chrissy’s hands in the air between them all, Chrissy giving a little giggle.

“Hey, I knew I was right about the lady duck!” Steve said, still clinging to Eddie, and Robin groaned.

“Yeah, and I was right that it’s not straight to enjoy kissing your guy friends. Have fun, be safe, make good choices, give me the address of wherever you’re going,” she said, turning to leave, but glanced back. “Also, nice to meet you Eddie. I’ll probably see you around.”

Eddie snorted but waved goodbye before turning his attention to the handsome man he still had trapped against the bar. Steve was already looking at him with a mix of heated desire and genuine interest that bolstered Eddie’s ego considerably. “How would you say your experiment went, big boy?” he asked despite still being able to feel the results between them.

“Pretty good I think.” Steve’s hands wandered up under the hem of Eddie’s shirt, making his shiver. Shit. He wanted those hands everywhere immediately. “Wouldn’t mind a few more test runs though. Gotta follow the, uh, scientific method.”

“Of course, of course. We definitely need to see if the results can be replicated.” As he spoke, Eddie started to trail light kisses along Steve’s jaw, then down his neck.

“Fuck yes.”

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peterbarnes · 2 years

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Family

Summary: Vecna curses you as the party makes their way out of the Upside own. And, in the midst of the chaos, you learn more about why you keep choosing to fight on. Henderson!Reader

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Cold. The feeling slowly crept over your body, freezing you inch by inch. Your breathing started to stack, and through the icy haze, you began to hyperventilate. Your lungs burned as your chest felt overcome with a stinging panic. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t breathe, you could barely think.

And then suddenly it all stopped.

And there you stood, in the middle of your living room, as if you hadn’t just been on the brink of death. A relieved sigh left your lips desperately as you took in the sight of your tan, wooden walls and velvet couch. You were home, you were safe.

“Dustin?” You called, turning toward the stairs.

You called him again when you didn’t hear his voice call back to you. Still no response. A spark of anxiety startled your chest.

“Dustin?” You called again, voice wavering as you began to climb the stairs.

With each step, the wood beneath you creaked, humming an eerie song. Each hallway light flickered as you walked past it and towards Dustin’s room. When you finally reached it, you shoved the door open, flinching as it banged into the adjacent wall.

“Dustin?” You called one final time, scanning the mess that was his room.

Then your eyes landed on the bed.

Wait, Dustin doesn’t have red sheets?

You took the sheets in your hand, running your fingers over them. You pulled your hand back once you felt the liquid dripping from them.

“What the hell?” You whispered to yourself. But when you looked down at your hand to see what it could be, you didn’t expect to see your skin stained a dark red.

Your feet staggered back until your back hit the wall and your breath hitched as your nose finally registered the smell of copper. Then came the hyperventilation, stealing the oxygen from your lungs until you couldn’t hold your body weight up any longer. Your knees buckled as you crashed to the floor, gasping for breath. You tried to push yourself up but your arms shook with fatigue. You raised your head as much as you could, but when you saw what lay under the bed, the cold feeling from before returned. You didn’t even register the blood-curdling scream you released until your ears started to ring.

Under the bed, with their arms sticking out at an inhuman angle, were your brother and your boyfriend. Both of their eyes were light and glazed over, with blood dripping onto the carpet from every possible orifice, and Dustin’s hat lay abandoned next to his head. But what scared you the most was the way Steve’s lips were parted open as if he had died in the middle of a sentence, calling out for you, for your help. And you weren’t there. You couldn’t save him. Your failure had killed the two people you loved the most.

Violent tears streamed down your cheeks as you crawled your way toward your fallen brother. You felt your body giving out on you, but you kept going. You reached further and further until your hand locked with your brothers.

“Stop fighting, [Y/N].”

“Stop fighting- you never win.”

“You’re pathetic.”

“Useless.”

“You ruin everything around you.”

“Dad? Gone. Mother? Absent. Brother? Dead. Boyfriend? Dead. They’re dead!”

“Because of you!”

“No, no,” you sobbed, grasping onto your brother for dear life. “Make it stop, please. Make it stop. Make it STOP!”

Your eyes snapped open and oxygen finally found your lungs. You gasped loudly as you shot up from the mattress you laid on in Eddie’s trailer. You screamed when you felt arms wrapping around you, pulling you into whoever was touching you.

“Hey, hey! It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re safe, baby, we’re okay.”

The world around you stopped buzzing and came into view. You saw soft brown hair, chocolate eyes, blue denim. But you also saw a cap, a green shirt, curly hair.

“Oh my god,” you breathed out. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

You tackled your brother, pushing him to the floor, and squeezing him as tight as you could. He shrieked at the unexpected movement and tried to wiggle his way from your grasp.

“What are you doing, you psycho?!” He yelled at you.

You pulled your head up, taking in the sight of your baby brother as tears slipped from your eyes.

“Hugging you, dingus.”

An arm circled your waist, pulling you up from the harsh ground you lay on.

“Can I get one?”

Tears stung your eyes as your boyfriend stood in front of you. He was burned and bruised and scratched but still managed to be breathtakingly beautiful. You rushed into his arms and buried your face in his chest.

He pressed soft kisses to your forehead but held you tight, as if nothing in the world could hurt you as long as you were in his arms. And that’s when the sobs started.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Steve soothed. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“Y-You and D-Dustin,” you whimpered into the skin between his denim jacket. “Dead. My fault. It was all my fault.”

Dustin and Steve locked worried eyes before Dustin rushed into your hug. You pulled your boys closer as you cried, thanking whatever God out there that they were here, alive.

“We’re here,” Dustin croaked, resting his head against yours.

“And we’re not going anywhere, okay?” Steve added as if choking back tears. “We’re a family. Family sticks together.”

You nodded, wiping your nose on Dustin’s shirt.

“C’mon, I’m trying to have a nice moment here, that’s gross.”

The three of you broke out into laughter, clutching your sides at fucking crazy this whole situation was. Yet, warmth filled your heart nonetheless.

Vecna had tried to kill you by lifting you off the ground, but your family, they grounded you. In more ways than one.

The rest of the party watched on as the three of you embraced. Soft smiles tickled their faces- even Erica’s.

“Okay, while this is truly touching, can we go save the world now?” She quipped, the smile never leaving her face. Eddie fist-pumped the air in agreement.

The three of you pulled out of the hug but didn’t leave each other’s side. Steve’s arm lingered around your shoulders.

“Will you kill me if I curse?” Dustin asked you, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Nah, go for it, kid.”

“Then, to answer your question, Erica. Fuck yea!”

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rindecisions · 2 months

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What Are You?

Made for the @strangerthingswritersguild Daily Prompt

Prompt | “in my defense, this wasn’t the outcome I was expecting.”

Turned out to be the perfect prompt to add to my Vampire Eddie Series: Bloodlust

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"Oh, good. You're awake!" Steve stated chipperly when he heard Eddie groan. "I wasn't sure if you were going to wake up at all. You slept the whole day.”

"Yeah, I—" Eddie tried to sit up, holding his head as it spun. "I don't function during daylight hours.”

"You don't functi—What?" Steve stated in confusion. "Well, right before you passed out, you said you were hungry, so I have food ready for whenever you want it. It'll just take a few minutes for me to heat it up.”

Eddie laughed and finally got a good look at the victim he passed out on last night. His face fell in shock. "Harrington!?" He sat upright despite his splitting headache. "What are—? Why am I—?”

Steve shook his head with a small laugh. "I'll take it you don't remember last night. You must have been hella drunk or something because you were barely coherent and just kind of passed out on—" When his eyes met Eddie's, his blood ran cold, just as it had last night. He was certain he'd been seeing things, but sure enough, Eddie's eyes were solid black. "What the fuck?!" he exclaimed in horror, grasping the armrests of the chair he was sitting in.

"Woah!" Eddie gasped, putting his hands up where Steve could see them. "I know my eyes are fucked-up, but I don't want to hurt you.”

"The fuck are you?!" Steve spat. "Are you even Eddie? Are you like some evil clone thing?" he asked frantically, pulling his legs up on the chair as if he'd seen a mouse in the room.

"Look, I'm still Eddie. I'm the same loser from high school. I just got into some shit and ended up like this, alright?" He was breathing heavily, both from the panic of Steve freaking out and because he could feel himself getting weaker the longer he was awake without feeding. He could swear he could hear Steve's heart pushing the life-giving liquid through his body.

As freaked out as he was, Steve couldn't help but worry when he saw Eddie sway slightly and his eyelids flutter. He looked like he was about to pass out again any second now. He also looked insanely pale, but he wasn't sure if it was because he was suffering or due to whatever he'd become.

He wanted to trust Eddie. He was acting and speaking like himself, but there was no doubt that there was something different about him, and not just the weird eyes. "What were you trying to do to me last night?" Steve asked suspiciously.

Eddie groaned with a cringe and ran his hand through his hair. "In my defense, this wasn't the outcome I was expecting.”

"What were you expecting?" Steve squinted.

"If everything had gone as planned, you wouldn't have remembered anything," he sighed.

"Any of what?" Steve stressed.

With a heavy sigh, Eddie flopped back onto the soft bed. "The best way to sum it up is that I'm a vampire now.”

"What!?" Steve snapped. "But vampires aren't re—" He froze and glanced at Eddie's inhuman eyes. "Holy shit... Vampires are real..." He sat back down in the chair and stared at the carpet in disbelief.

Eddie pursed his lips as he let Steve process that information in silence.

"Wait! Does that mean you were going to drink my blood?!" Steve gasped, covering his neck with both hands.

"Bingo," Eddie sighed. "But it wouldn't kill you," he added quickly before Steve freaked out even further. "I'd only take what I needed. You'd barely even notice. At most, you might feel a little weak or woozy. They take more from you when you donate blood than what I would need to survive off of for a few days.”

Steve relaxed a little at the information, but still kept his hands loosely around his neck. "Was that why you passed out? You haven't... y'know.”

"Yeah," Eddie nodded weakly. "It's been almost a week.”

"A week!?" Steve exclaimed. He might not understand this whole thing with Eddie being a vampire or whatever, but it didn't sound like a good thing to go a week without eating. Even if eating meant sucking someone's blood. His first instinct was to help, but how exactly could he help? Was he really willing to risk letting Eddie drink his blood?

"I don't think I've ever gone this long," He groaned and tried to sit up, but his head spun too fiercely and he fell back onto the pillows.

"Why have you?”

"I try not to take more than I need, and I just let it go too far this time.”

"Is it gross or something?" Steve cringed at the idea of drinking blood.

"No, I fucking love it," Eddie scoffed. "It's almost better than sex. Everything about it is just incredible, but that makes it dangerous. It's pretty easy to overindulge and end up killing someone by bleeding them dry.”

Steve shivered at the thought.

"So I make a point to pace myself. I really don't want to end up killing someone.”

"When you're this weak, wouldn't you need a lot more to get back on your feet?”

"Not necessarily. I just need enough to not feel like shit anymore, then I can take small drinks here and there to get back to 100%.”

Steve swallowed nervously, not sure how to feel about what he was considering. "Does it have to be the neck?”

Eddie laughed feebly and shook his head. "Anywhere on the body works. If it bleeds, I can drink it." He jumped when Steve's fist came flying towards his face. On top of the shock of not getting punched, he was baffled by Steve holding out his wrist to him.

"Just what you need, right?" Steve confirmed tentatively.

Eddie swallowed as his mouth watered, staring hungrily at the clear veins under his tender skin. He forced himself to sit upright before delicately cradling Steve's hand and arm. He looked up at the man in awe and gave a small nod. "Are you sure?”

Steve nodded sharply and looked away. "Do it before I change my mind.”

Eddie licked his lips as he brought the wrist up to his open mouth, his heart racing wildly.

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undreaming-fanfiction · 4 months

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You might have noticed that my BigBang still hasn't been posted, but that doesn't mean I haven't been working on it, just like my wonderful artists @mcdadarts and @m00n-arin have. I would like to give you a small teaser before the posting date on February 15th...

My Steddie Corpse Bride drabble seemed to get people interested in more. I heard you and because of that, I proudly announce that my BigBang fanfiction is...

With This Ring

(an excerpt from the first chapter, very reminescent of the drabble I posted over a year ago)

Steve wandered further and further into the forest, kicking at decayed wood and fallen leaves, his mood sour. “You want vows, I’ll give you some,” he muttered and grasped the wedding ring in his hand so tightly it made an imprint into his skin.

He stomped on a rotten branch, snapping it in half.

“With this hand, I will punch my father’s perfectly shaved face and get arrested, maybe that would postpone the stupid wedding for a day or two.”

His foot slipped on a wet patch of moss and he stomped on it in retribution.

“Your cup will never empty because if you ever marry into my family, alcoholism is the way to go, baby, and wine might not be enough to get through a single dinner with my parents, do you like vodka? You will need vodka.”

Steve’s suit got caught on a thorny bush and he swore, sending a bunch of nearby crows into a complaining match. He could relate.

“With this candle, I will set fire to our marriage certificate and set you free, at least for two days or so before our parents bribe someone to re-issue it on a fireproof paper.”

With that last word, he slipped on moss once again and barely kept his balance, only stopping against a stump of an old oak tree. He remembered spending careless summer afternoons there, in the small clearing with Eddie, laughing and humming tunes that his mind refused to forget. The same ones he still played whenever he could, gripping the memory tight and not letting it go. Eddie might have been gone, but his melodies would stay with Steve forever, no matter how dramatic that sounded.

The old oak tree used to be a place of comfort for him and Steve really needed some comfort. Uncaring whether his suit trousers would survive the damp and overgrown seating, he slumped down and closed his eyes, sighing. It really felt like his life was over before it had even begun.

He finally opened his palm to look at the ring, turning it in his fingers. It looked beautiful in the setting sun, gleaming and reflecting the dying rays of light. Such a small thing. Such a commitment.

“With this ring, I wish someone like you could be mine,” whispered Steve and hung his head down.

He would have been content sitting in the woods much longer, but several things happened that foiled his plan.

First, the birds stopped singing and the woods became eerily quiet.

Second, a strong gust of wind threw several fallen leaves into Steve’s face, obscuring his vision.

And third – a hand grasped Steve’s ankle and started pulling.

Steve yelped and tried to run, get away from that icy touch, but to no avail - the grasp of the hand, yep, definitely a hand, not a root or anything, remained firm, although he distantly noticed some of its joints cracking, as if they were finally getting some movement after a long period of stiffness.

Steve’s escape attempt had him yanked back, spinning around and then everything was a whirl of thick tree crowns, growing shadows and cowing of crows – and then his back hit the forest floor and everything went dark.

When he came to, he immediately wished he’d remained unconscious for just a little longer.

The pressure on his ankle was gone, but only because the hand found something better to do – digging. It started removing the soil around and soon another one joined it, loosening the soil…and disappearing into the ground.

A thud from underneath. The crows were louder and louder, flapping their wings and flying in circles over the clearing.

Another thud, roots cracking, the whole tree stump shaking and tilting back.

And with the third one, the roots snapped and those hands were back, but with them a head of messy dark hair, pale skin covered in mud, sticks and patches of moss, faded black clothes and a chain belt, a belt that Steve knew too well, this had to be his punishment, had to be a sign because he still tried to pretend that he hadn’t known from the second the hand with all those gaudy thick rings touched him, but now he couldn’t pretend any longer, the long fingers pushed back all those dirtied strands of hair and Steve was met with the deep eyes that haunted his dreams, the best and the worst ones. Only in those dreams, the eyes had a spark of life in them, the desire to exist, to fight.

These had none of it. Not anymore.

Crawling away from the horrifying sight, Steve hissed as something in his ankle snapped and with unexpected clarity, he remembered his recent half-baked plan to break his own leg. Finally, something going according to plan, he thought and felt a hysterical urge to laugh.

The figure spat out a mouthful of dirt and wiped his face, throwing his head back and letting out a dry, humorless laugh. His skin had a blue tint but, and Steve couldn’t comprehend why his brain would focus on that instead of the actual reanimated corpse in front of him, was surprisingly well-preserved. It would have been a wonderful Halloween costume and maybe others would have doubted, assumed that it was a prank, a sick joke, but Steve saw the undisturbed moss, the unnatural movements of those once graceful limbs, and knew.

What used to be Eddie leaned down, the clearing quiet except for cracking of joints and Steve’s uneven breathing, and picked up something shiny, something that caught the last ray of the setting sun before shadows enveloped both of them, the living and the dead. It was a ring – the ring that Steve must have dropped right before he fainted.

“Eddie-“ Steve whispered and he wanted to say so much, ask even more, but the words wouldn’t leave his lips. He just stared at his former friend and the ring he was holding.

Eddie’s pale lips spread into a wide smile, his dirtied teeth on display. “That for me, Harrington?” he asked, cocking his head to the side as he examined the ring. His voice was rough, parched. “I expected at least one date first, perhaps a dinner. And the ring isn’t really my style. But,” he sighed with theatricality so familiar that it made Steve’s heart ache, “beggars can’t be choosers. Well then, King Steven the first of the House of Harrington…”

Steve couldn’t speak. He just watched as Eddie slipped the wedding band onto his ring finger.

“I do.”

The full fic will begin posting on 15th of February, unless the world ends. Or something.

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withacapitalp · 1 year

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That Little Voice in the Back of your Head

I am so so sorry for this one (TW at the end)

Get up.

Steve let out an irritated little growl, turning over and pushing his face further into the mattress

Uuuuuuuup. Getupgetupgetupgetupgetup

“No,” He practically whined, shoving another pillow over his head.

C’mon Dingus, what are you gonna do? Stay in bed all day? Wake up! Wipe the crud out of your eyes! Up and at ‘em lazybones! Early bird gets the tomato!

Steve rolled his eyes at his inner Robin and her thousand weird little catchphrases. She was always interjecting some idiom, comparing one thing to another in a way that never made sense to anyone but her.

That was one of the things he loved most about her, one of the things that stuck with him even when she wasn’t around.

As much as he wanted to just ignore that voice, he knew it wasn't going to stop anytime soon. So Steve did as his inner Robin bid. He threw the pillow half heartedly to the floor and swung up into a sitting position, his spine cracking into place as he did. Immediately his head began to swim, starbursts dancing along his vision as his empty stomach made itself known with a ridiculously loud growl.

That’s what happens when you don’t eat, Stevie.

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve sighed to the empty room, dragging his hand across his face and sighing, “I know, Robinbird. I know,”

Logically, Steve knew his body was hungry. He hadn’t eaten in at least a day, and he had barely been eating the entire week. His clothes were starting to hang on him in funny ways, and his fingers and toes were perpetually cold no matter how much he bundled up.

French toast. French toast and bacon.

French toast and bacon. Robin’s favorite breakfast. The one she demanded every time she slept over, even when they were rushing to make it to work or school on time. If he couldn’t make it for her in the morning, she would show up at night, waiting and expectant.

Of course his brain version of her would demand that. Even when she wasn’t here, he still had to make what she wanted.

Steve huffed out a soft laugh, standing up and almost immediately falling back on his ass. Okay, maybe it had been more than a day since he last ate.

Easy there, Tiger. Don’t wanna have to call for help, do you? ‘I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!’ the kids would have a field day, and you would never live it down.

Steve snorted, shaking his head.

“I’m not quite that bad yet,” He murmured to himself, taking a small step forward and moving slowly into the hallway and down the stairs. He was halfway down, taking them just one single step at a time, when Robin’s voice filtered through his head once more

Remember when I fell down these?

“Which time?”

Shut up. The last time I was here.

She had tripped the last time she was here, hadn’t she? They had been rushing, trying to get to Eddie’s on time. They were all going to go together to Eddie’s show in the van, but he had sworn he would leave without the two of them if they were late again.

Robin had been trying to put on earrings as she was walking, a dangerous combo when she was moving on a flat surface. Combine that with wearing a pair of socks, and the fact that the stairs in Steve’s house were notoriously slippery, and she hadn’t stood a chance.

The only reason she hadn’t broken her neck when she tumbled down was she had fallen directly on top of Steve. They had both been bruised from head to toe from that one, but they had laughed for so long that they ended up being late anyway.

Steve looked down at his arm, absentmindedly tracing the faded yellow bruise on his wrist. Most of them were already gone, this was pretty much the last one.

It’s been a lot longer than you want to admit. A couple weeks. You can’t just keep pretending. It’s not healthy.

Steve pushed Robin away, shuffling into the kitchen and beginning to drag out ingredients. He just had to make her favorite breakfast. Then he would eat, and her nagging little voice would be satisfied, and he could go back to sleep.

But, just as he went to crack the first egg, a loud bell echoed through the house.

Who’s that?

“Steve?” Another ring of the doorbell, and Nancy’s voice floated in from outside.

A pretty girl on your doorstep! That doesn’t happen every day for you anymore, Robin’s voice teased. Steve could practically feel her elbowing his side, You should open the door.

Steve couldn’t make his legs move, but he did put the egg carefully back into its carton. The fatigue, which had just been beginning to slowly leech out of his body, slammed back in at full force, making his legs shake. He gripped tight onto the countertop in an effort to stay vertical, his entire body suddenly lighting up in pain.

Answer the door, Steve.

“C’mon, I saw you moving in there,” Nancy shouted from outside.

The front door was right next to the kitchen, barely a few feet from where he was standing. It would be so easy to go and open the door.

He couldn’t.

Steve.

“Stop,” He whispered, raising one hand so he could bury it in his hair and pull. He wasn’t talking loud enough for Nancy to hear, but that didn’t matter.

He wasn’t talking to Nancy.

No. I won’t His inner Robin said stubbornly.

“Please, stop,”

No! You can’t do this. You promised you wouldn’t do this.

“Please let me in. You can’t just shove us all away,” Nancy sounded mad now, and she had given up on the doorbell, simply pounding her fist angrily against the wood of the door, furiously shaking the doorknob like she could somehow make it unlock with just her ire.

The irony was, Nancy could have opened the door very easily. Right by her left foot, hidden behind a pot, was a fake rock that contained a key. If she had that, then Steve couldn’t stop her from barging in, forcing him to talk to her and speak for the first time in almost two weeks.

But only one person knew which rock had the false bottom, and she wasn’t here to tell Nancy.

“We need each other right now, Steve,” Nancy’s voice had gotten quieter, and he could see from the way her shadow shifted that she was leaning her forehead against the door.

She’s right. They need you. They need their babysitter, their caretaker, their person. They need you, Steve.

He couldn’t bring himself to care. He didn’t want to care, didn’t want to have to give everything up again, only to lose it all.

They needed their person, but he needed his too. He needed his person here with him, standing by his side, making her stupid little jokes, keeping him alive right alongside her.

She had been taken away from him, and nothing made sense anymore.

You promised me you wouldn’t do this.

Steve loved Robin with all of his heart. She was everything to him. He would have done anything for her, anything.

But he hated her for making him make that promise.

“Promise me you won’t become a turtle,” Robin whispered, pushing away the mask from her face. Steve carefully replaced it, holding both of her hands in his.

“I don’t understand what you mean, Robinbird,” Steve replied, trying for a smile. He couldn’t think of a moment where he wanted to smile less, but he did it anyway. She needed that.

“You do this thing when you’re hurt, or scared,” Robin cut herself off with a gasp, every word clearly a struggle.

“Don’t talk,” Steve whispered, kissing their joined hands, “You’ll be fine. Just rest,”

It was a lie, and they both knew it was a lie. Normally Robin let him lie, but she seemed determined to finish what she was saying this time. She pulled one hand away, carding it through his hair and giving him a tired smile. She looked exhausted, completely and utterly spent.

“You close up. You push everyone but me away. You don’t let them in. You can’t do that this time. Promise me, you won’t do that this time.”

“She wouldn’t want this. She wouldn’t want you to push us all away,”

Steve knew that. Those had been the last fucking words Robin had ever said. She had used whatever strength she had left to tell him that, to try and save him one last time.

And Steve hated her for it. He hated her, and he loved her, and he missed her so badly all of his bones were aching.

You need help.

Yeah, he probably did. He needed lots of things. That didn’t mean he was going to get any of them. Steve abandoned the forgotten ingredients of his breakfast, staggering towards the stairs and lurching his way back up to the bedroom

He was tired. He was going to sleep, and nothing was going to stop him. Not Nancy, not his body, not even Robin’s voice.

After all, it wasn’t like she was here to actually yell at him anymore.

((TW: Death, grief, and disordered eating. Robin dies, and Steve is not handling it well))

#Steve harrington #Nancy wheeler #robin buckley #tw: major character death #tw: death #tw: grief #tw: disordered eating #platonic soulmates steve and robin #platonic soulmates stobin #qpr stobin #platonic stobin #robin and steve #they're soulmates man #and losing your soulmate?#indescribable #Liam speaks up #Writing(withacapitalW)

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we won’t be like them

ALMOST PARADISE: PART FOUR - CHAPTER EIGHT OF NINE

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!reader

word count: 10.4k

a/n: gulp. thanks to ms ruby @stevebabey for helping me w the early stages of the shower scene ehheheheheh. YES THERE’S A SHOWER SCENE!!!!!!! warnings for descriptions of blood/wounds, general nondescript nudity, major character deaths, and loooooooooots of physical touch pls enjoy!!!!

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Steve says your name, breaking through the haze of dread and anxiety that’s overtaken you in the last several minutes. His palms grip your face intently as he finally gets you to focus on him, your wide eyes locking onto his. Despite being back in Hawkins, his palms are still slightly chilled from the freezing temperature of the Upside Down; the longer he spends with his skin on yours, you can feel yourself warming him up. He looks scared, panicked even.

Steve’s voice is firm and a bit stern with every ounce of his conviction pouring out into his words, “He’s a smart kid, okay? We’re gonna find him.”

All you can manage is a small nod. Your throat is dry. You can tell Steve’s desperate to keep a level head, but he’s bursting at the seams, emotion showing even though he doesn’t mean it to.

The one time you weren’t with the teens and this happens.

You two agreed that they’ve grown more capable; if there was anywhere your skills would be needed, it was with Nancy. It wasn’t her who you should’ve been helping.

You wished her luck as she landed on the sidewalk outside the RV with Creel House a few yards ahead. If either you or Steve had been there to protect them, this never would have happened. Whatever it was that went wrong may have been prevented; the plan wasn’t great, but it wasn’t terrible. That doesn’t matter anymore.

You left her to die. You swore to yourself that you’d keep her safe and you left her to fend for herself.

Your brother’s missing. He’s not at the RV like he promised he’d be.

A gentle tap on your face brings you back — you hadn’t noticed you’d fallen into your thoughts once again. Steve’s eyes continue to bore into yours although you’re unable to give any further acknowledgement. He swallows harshly; you’re in shock. He can’t help you any further right now.

Regretfully, Steve removes his hands from you and rises from his knees. He doesn’t want to leave you.

“Just… just stay right here, okay? Don’t move,” He says, his fingers reaching out to the axe in the dirt beside him, “I’m gonna help them look. I’ll be right back.”

Steve presses a firm kiss to the skin above your eyebrow and vanishes around the corner of the RV, leaving you to sit alone on the steps that lead inside the vehicle. In his absence, you can hear the sporadic shouts of your brother’s name from Robin and Nancy; Steve’s voice joins theirs. Emergency sirens grow in the distance.

You can’t pull your gaze from the red glow. The crack in the earth shredded the landscape with ease, destroying many of the trailers in its wake. You wonder if any of those families survived — it’s not likely they did. The sky, while dark from the late hour, fades into a maroon haze that rises from the gate and the surrounding tree line. What does the rest of Hawkins look like? Is your mom safe? The Wheelers? The Sinclairs?

The Munson’s is gone. You imagine it splintered to pieces and was sucked into the gate as it appeared, torn apart in the same way Creel House did with the four of you inside. You barely escaped with the others. The chimes of the grandfather clock didn’t sound how you expected, but rather like haunting bell tolls from Hell, marking the end of so many lives. It was an awful sound; it’s one you’re not sure you’ll ever forget.

Lucas and Erica were inside Creel House too. Dustin and Eddie would’ve been in his trailer.

More tears burn your eyes. Your hand rises to your forehead; the spot Steve kissed feels warm. There’s pressure in your chest. You’re still loved. Someone still loves you. You’ve done terrible things and you’re still loved. You left her to die.

A ragged sigh is pushed from your lungs when your lip begins to quiver. Far too many tears have already been spilled, but you can’t seem to find the will to stop. Your feelings have always been big — strong enough that it used to feel like a superpower to experience emotion so deeply. But now, after all you’ve been through, it feels like a curse. Everything feels too big. This level of grief and regret… you’ll have to learn to tolerate it. A section of your heart will need to be carved out to make room. Your failure has cost lives. More blood stains your hands; your palms are already spattered. Maybe this is a feeling you’ll need to get used to.

You’re still loved. You left her to die. Your head hurts.

Despite the thoughts fighting for dominance inside your mind, another voice cuts through the air like a knife through silk — Dustin’s voice. You wonder if it’s a dream or some sick trick of Vecna’s as you see him emerge from the edge of your periphery, a long shadow cast over the ground. It takes you a moment to register him as tangible, then you notice his limp. Immediately, you rise to meet him. You sprint a distance of fifty feet in mere seconds.

Dustin’s the first to go in for a hug; you’re more worried about the state of his injury until you see the tears that track down his face too. You gladly welcome his embrace, your arms settling around his shoulders. Your brother cries harder and some semblance of relief washes over the pair of you — the Hendersons made it out alive. Selfishly, you’re glad others were killed and not him. You instantly feel guilty for that thought.

The thought of another crosses your mind. You’re almost afraid to ask.

“Where’s Eddie?”

Dustin’s breathing comes in disjointed heaves. His voice is clogged from his sobs.

“I h-had to… I just…”

As he struggles to speak, Steve jogs over to the pair of you. A myriad of emotions are etched across his face — relief, fear, and perhaps a hint of anger. You lock eyes as Dustin pushes through his stutters and confirms what you thought.

“I had to leave him there. His body’s s-still in there.”

His body.

More guilt washes through you. Steve’s mouth presses into a firm line and he casts his gaze down towards the ground. A hand smooths over the crease in his forehead, the other still holding the axe tightly. He curses under his breath.

How many lives did this failure cost?

You squeeze your brother even tighter, one of your palms slipping to cradle the back of his head. You want to take this feeling from him and carry it instead. Dustin sighs a rather deep breath, his words muffled against the fabric of your vest, “Max is gone too, isn’t she?”

At the mention of the girl, your resolve crumbles. Your shoulders sag from the weight of her name, now burned into your mind as a reminder of what more you could’ve done. More tears pool behind your eyelashes; you blink and they fall, pouring down over your face. Your reaction is enough of an answer for him, but not for you. You inhale, knowing that your actions, or lack thereof, took one of your brother’s best friends away from him. You left her to die.

“I’m so sorry,” You mumble. It’s unclear who you’re saying it to, or which death you’re comforting him over. Maybe it’s for everything.

A weight lays across the line of your shoulders; not another moment passes before Steve’s brow is pressing into your temple, his nose nudging the swell of your cheek. His other arm wraps firmly around Dustin as you instinctively lean into his touch, beckoning him closer without retreating from your brother’s embrace. It’s a bit of an awkward position but no one has the mind to care, especially as the three of you come to terms with what’s happened and what’s to come. This is a weight you’ll carry forever.

—

Steve has a pretty strict ‘no-dust-in-my-car’ policy; tonight, it is completely disregarded. He doesn’t particularly care that Dustin doesn’t wipe his feet off before entering, or that your pants are probably depositing dirt in the passenger’s seat. It is a major sigh of relief to be somewhere familiar — in this case, Steve’s BMW parked in the Maple Street cul-de-sac. You abandoned the Winnebago one street over.

Exhausted doesn’t begin to describe what you’re feeling. Your mind is blank and your body is sore. Everything hurts in one way or another. You can’t tell if you’ll be able to sleep or not, but you know you need rest, preferably with your love curled up beside you.

It takes a few minutes longer than normal to reach the driveway to your home. Roads have already been closed off by police and detours made around the damage. People are hastily packing up their families and clogging up the streets as they abandon their homes — you wish you had the luxury.

You pull the spare key from its usual place in the light fixture on the porch. The second you insert it into the lock, the door opens from the opposite side; your mother stands before you clad in an obnoxiously fluffy pink robe. She appears to be bouncing between worry, anger and relief, which blooms into unmistakable concern. There’s fresh bruising on your neck and Dustin’s arm is thrown across Steve’s shoulders to keep him balanced.

You imagine the three of you clad in military green and protective attire must be quite a sight. You feel pathetic. You feel like a child.

“It’s a…” You pause to clear your throat, which has only grown raspier since your experience at Creel House; you can still feel the tendril constricting your airflow.

“It’s a long story. I promise we’ll tell yo-”

Before you can finish, your mom pulls you into a tight hug, effectively silencing the excuse you had conjured up on the drive over. Right now she doesn’t care what it was that kept you away so long, she’s just glad you’re safe. It takes a bit of effort to hide your wince as her hand smooths over the wound on your back, but more than anything, it feels good to be home and welcomed by the comfort of your mother’s touch.

She doesn’t know the things you’ve done; you hope it stays that way.

As she pulls away, her hands shift to hold your face for a moment before switching her attention.

“Oh my boys,” She mumbles, reaching out to greet Dustin and Steve next. She does the same, pulling them both into a tight hug and plants a kiss on each of their cheeks. After they break away, Steve gently leads Dustin back into his bedroom, per his request. All he wants to do is sleep.

You manage to convince your mom that food can wait until the morning, so she nervously darts off to help your brother in whatever way he needs. As Steve exits Dustin’s room, your tired eyes meet and your outstretched hands follow. Instantly, warmth spreads through your veins at his touch; you need more. You lead him along the familiar path from the hall and into your bedroom.

It’s sparser than it used to be, but it’s still a relief to be greeted by the wallpaper you picked in your youth. This space exudes nothing but comfort — even more so when Steve scoops you into his hold the second you enter.

The moment you’re settled with your arms slung around his shoulders and his firmly clutching your ribs, it’s like the both of you melt. A deep cleansing exhale somehow pulls you closer until you’re fairly confident there’s no place where your souls begin or end. For everything that went wrong today, thank god the love you share has endured.

“I’m so fucking exhausted.”

You hum in agreement at Steve’s words, muttered from deep in the bend of your neck. You can feel his tiredness, evident in how he’s practically leaning against you to stay upright. His fingers are slightly trembling against you — a side effect of adrenaline threaded through his veins for too long. Now that it’s finally beginning to wane, all that’s left is the desire to rest.

You bury your face deeper into his clothes, greedily taking in every ounce of solace you can. While his touch is soothing, you unsurprisingly find yourself hungry for more, craving skin against skin after all these heavy garments have been stripped away. The longer you spend here in each other’s embrace, the more of a necessity it becomes.

“Stay with me tonight. Please.”

Steve huffs a tiny laugh, “You’re crazy for thinking I was going anywhere else.”

You allow the hint of a smile to crack your solemn exterior; it’s stupid how good it feels to hear a bit of humor fall from his lips. Instantly, you feel guilty for enjoying a spark of happiness.

He shifts his hold and pulls away enough to meet your eyes. His exhaustion would be easy to miss if you didn’t know him better than anyone else. A small frown creates that crease between his brow as his hand rises to ghost over your cheek; it’s hard to keep the shiver at bay that comes from him lightly skimming the pad of his thumb across your cheekbone. Your skin is ashy, coated in a layer of dust and splatters of blood, belonging to you and those disgusting creatures. He wants to wipe away all reminders of these horrible few days. An awful knot forms at the bottom of his stomach as he remembers not all of them are going to disappear.

Steve drops his hand to your shoulder before smoothing his palm down the side of your arm, “Go get cleaned up, yeah? I’ll bring your spare clothes.”

You nod once and say a silent thank you in the form of a kiss, gently pressed to the skin above his jawline; your lips prickle against the stubble that resides there. For a moment, you spot the hint of a blush beneath the grime that flecks his face. You smile a bit, for something so simple as a kiss from you still earns a reaction as sweet as your love.

With that, Steve removes his hands from you and disappears out the bedroom door. The sound of his car keys echoes through the dark living room while you shuffle down the hall; through the walls, you catch the muffled voice of your mother and the quiet sobs from Dustin. That golden feeling in your chest dissipates.

It takes a few seconds for the temperature of the shower to shift from freezing cold to comfortably warm. Before you have the chance to make any additional adjustments, a knock on the door steals your focus. It’s Steve; a case of déjà vu clouds your mind.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” He whispers as he passes you a small stack of folded clothes. They turn out to be nothing more than one of his long sleeved tees, as well as a fresh pair of socks and underwear. The emergency outfits for situations just like this, hidden away in the back of Steve’s trunk, don’t have comfort in mind. Your eyes meet as you thank him, your voice even softer than his.

You feel the need to comfort him building up inside your chest, like a compulsion you wouldn’t dare try to defy. He’s done such a good job of protecting and caring for you — you’d like to return the favor. You place your free hand onto his forearm and begin gently guiding him into the room with you; your touch, as well as the delicate gaze that accompanies, serves as a silent invitation he understands through all his weariness.

As Steve shuts the door behind him, the steam from the shower immediately begins to enhance his exhaustion. Sluggishly, he sets his own bundle of clothes onto the counter beside yours. Before he can reach for you, you’ve already sunk down to the tile, your nimble fingers tugging at the triple knotted laces of his boots. Once you’ve managed to loosen the shoes, he steps out of them with ease; they’re a size and a half too big. The boots are discarded by the door with a heavy thunk.

Steve’s kneeling as soon as he can and repeats the same action on you. He works quickly to undo your laces and with a hand pressed to the back of your calf for support, he pulls each shoe off. Another heavy thunk near the door.

A tired silence falls over the pair of you as Steve straightens back up to his full height, minus a heavy sag in his posture. His fingers come to tug on the side of your vest, zippers and velcro ripping as he gingerly eases it off you. He can feel the relief roll through your body in a wave, one less weight on your injured shoulder and before he can continue, you’re repeating the action on him.

Steve’s chest heats with love as you begin removing his own vest with care; the jacket follows soon after and they’re both discarded onto the tile. He briefly wonders what to do with them — he’d love to have a stupid bonfire and burn it all, along with the terrible memories of the past few days. But your voice in his head reminds him that can’t be done, that there’s a chance you’ll need this armor again. He grows even wearier with that thought. As if you can sense it, because of course you can, your hands press into his skin and bring him back out of his head.

The skirting touches are against the skin of his waist, just below the sweat-soaked gauze your warm fingers placed there not long ago. But now, your hands are calloused and on the brink of blistering, worn from weapon use. Although the sensation is slightly different than he’s used to, Steve would recognize the curious intention beneath those palms anywhere. It’s still you, even if a bit jaded.

Steve lets you work the fabric of his shirt off him. He winces when he twists too far to the side; pain splinters off in all directions from his stomach wounds, irritated and angry after hours of strenuous movement. Your worried eyes dart up to study his expressions, intent on putting him through as little discomfort as you can. Gently, he manages to pull his arms through the sleeves and tugs it over his head with a small hiss. It’s tossed into the pile with everything else.

He’s glad you don’t protest when he begins the same process on you. Once the zipper of your suit is down its track and you start to remove the clothing, a particularly pained whimper escapes you. Steve stills in an instant, waiting for your face to relax before he continues to guide your arms out of the thick sleeves. It takes you a moment to slip out of the fabric now bunched around your thighs; one of Steve’s hands grips your uninjured shoulder for balance as you slide the suit down to the floor. Goosebumps erupt over your bare legs as your skin is exposed to the air, which grows warmer by the minute due to the steam from the shower. It makes it more difficult for you to stay awake, your eyelids drooping even further as you step out of the clothing, pulling your socks off quickly as well.

Both of your gazes are much different than they normally would be in similar circumstances to this. You’re far too upset, far too angry, far too exhausted to even allow yourselves the luxury of such thoughts. Neither of your eyes carry a single hint of that type of warmth, but a different one instead — the kind that comes from fierce trust and overwhelming love.

Rather than beginning to remove any more clothing, you kneel back to the ground and open the cabinet beneath the sink. After a few seconds of clattering plastic hidden from Steve’s view, you emerge with a rather large first aid kit. Without getting up, you place it onto the countertop and root around for a box of bandages — all shapes and sizes. It pains Steve to think you had prepared for this, knowing that someday you could come home with a wound so terrible that it must be treated with this amount of care, including sutures and hospital grade gauze. He wonders how long it’s been down there, packed away from the prying eyes of your mother so she'd never stumble upon it while cleaning.

When you finally rise once again, your fingers ghost over his abdomen and the bandage you placed there earlier. Both of your wounds need to be flushed with water and gently washed in the shower, now that you have the proper time. As you begin unwrapping the gauze across his stomach, trying not to focus too intently on the deep shade of maroon that’s seeped through the fabric, Steve exhales deeply in preparation. His eyes screw shut and he blindly reaches behind him to grasp the lip of the sink, a cold sweat starting to trickle down his spine.

“That’s it, Stevie,” You mumble as you continue your tedious work, “You’re doing so good. Last layer.”

What was once alabaster white is stained — hues of red and brown from dried and fresher blood. Steve swears it’s fused to his skin, a whimper breaking past his lips as you lift a scab off when you pull. An apology is already out of your mouth.

You’re frozen, stuck a moment too long scanning the wounds on his abdomen. From the bob in your throat as you swallow, Steve can feel the guilt, sadness, and pain that radiates from you; seeing your lover in this state never gets easier, no matter how used to it you might be. You sniffle quietly.

A soft brush of Steve’s fingers across your cheek forces your eyes upwards. You’re able to blink back the tears as he swipes his thumb over your skin. It’s a silent act of reassurance, but how much it actually does to soothe you, neither of you know.

He shifts his hand to your shoulder, accentuating the movement with a nod of his head and muttering softly, “Turn around.”

You spin on the cool tile at his request, wincing as you begin hiking up the fabric of your tank; the motion angers your shoulder unbelievably so. The sound immediately forces Steve’s hands to rest on top of yours, urging you to stop. He pulls them away, carefully watching your reaction to ensure you go through as little pain as possible while he takes over, sliding it up your torso. The wounds begin to show themselves the higher it rises.

With a tense jaw, Steve grimaces at the sight of your scratched skin, which had been left to rub against your clothes. He wishes there was more he could’ve done for you earlier. He wishes he could’ve taken as much care with your wounds as you did his. The raised marks appear agitated, fresher blood clotting in some areas; Steve stretches the shirt to move your left arm through easily, guiding it over your head so he can slide it off the other without hurting you. He doesn’t want to look at the worst part but it calls to him like the world’s cruelest temptation — the wound is finally exposed to the air as he discards the tank top somewhere behind him.

Briefly, Steve pinches his eyes closed before forcing them back open; you hear him sigh dejectedly as his gaze lands on the bandage covering where the Demobat had burrowed into your skin. You’ve bled through it over the past day or so, leaving most of the fabric inked red. The only plus side to this is that the adhesive gives much faster when Steve takes a corner in between his fingers. The other hand is holding your hip steady as he peels it away, thumb brushing comfortingly until the bandage is removed; he places the soiled piece on top of his discarded in the sink.

You haven’t realized how tightly you’ve been gripping the countertop until Steve pulls your hand away from the stone, lightly massaging your palm as he remains intently focused on the deep wound punctured into your skin. Then he finds his eyes roving over your back, eventually landing on the stained band of your bra, now splotched with red from your blood and gray from the parallel dimension. It used to be one of his favorites — he doesn’t know how many times he’s seen this one; the color flatters you so, but now he’s pretty certain he’ll never be able to look at it again. A part of him hopes you feel the same way and toss it out later. He’ll buy you a million more if you do.

You silently turn in his hold and your gaze is already cast down to meet with his own injuries once more. You want to make it better right now, you don’t want to wait however long it’ll take for him to heal. Why is it seeing them right now that makes your throat ache so much?

You’ve collected your own reminders of what you’ve survived; you’ve learned to accept them as both a blessing and a curse. The thought of Steve looking over his body and seeing twisted skin left behind from one of these nightmares, and being reminded of what left them there, makes your heart crack. You know how painful it is to relive these traumatic moments from your life day after day. You hate the idea of him doing the same, especially when this time was significantly worse than the others.

Now, you’ll have matching scars given to you by the same awful creatures. For the rest of your lives, they will remind you both of how neither of you could save each other from them.

Steve’s seen you go through this before — watched your body heal after one of these horrific moments in time. It’s incredibly difficult to know there’s nothing more you’re able to do except change the bindings and flush them with water. Twice he’s witnessed a traumatic event indent itself on your skin, as if it isn’t already wired deep into your brain, now unforgettable.

He knows how terrible this feels, seeing what will be the first scars on his body. Now you’ve got yet another reminder torn into the fabric of your back — the back Steve has run his hands over more times than he can count. Nevermind that you’ve lost it yourself thrice now, you’re still mourning what he should be grieving: the normalcy of his own skin.

Your face pinches, mind running over the events of the Upside Down, looking for a moment where something could’ve happened differently — a moment where you could’ve saved him from this. But every time, it happens the same way.

It’s like he can sense everything you’re feeling, almost as if the uncertainty and sadness swirls in the air between you. Your fingers are lightly skimming over the skin of his stomach, absently lost in these terrible thoughts. You need to fix this.

“Sweetheart,” Steve murmurs gently, his large hands covering yours as he pulls them away and coaxes you towards the shower. Stitches and gauze don’t matter until it’s clean.

“Shower first, yeah?”

He doesn’t wait for your response, finally beginning to work off his cargo pants that feel a million times heavier than when he put them on in War Zone. Stripping off the final fabric from his body, Steve lets you follow suit, testing the temperature of the water with his hand. Just like the billows of steam that cling to every surface suggest, it’s grown hotter. He adjusts it slightly, the stream warm instead of scalding and he steps in, knowing you’ll be right behind.

The water cascades along his shoulders deliciously, each drop heating patches of skin he hasn’t realized were frigid until now. Steve was worried that the warmth would send him straight to sleep, so he’s relieved that some of his exhaustion washes down the drain as his body is soothed. It’s a deep breath he can finally take.

Naturally, as you enter after him, Steve shifts back and ushers you under the stream; he’s desperate to let you get some reprieve from the aches of your body. His hands settle on your face, thumbs swiping away the grime and dirt as water spills down your skin. As softly as he can, Steve tilts your head to rinse your hair, his fingers massaging along your hairline for additional comfort.

The water that swirls around the drain starts to change color the longer you spend beneath the shower head; it shifts deep red, then pink, sometimes a brownish gray. Your wounds sting each time the water hits them, discomfort showing on your face with a quick squint of the eye, but it’s a pain you can bear — you’ve felt far worse. With hair now wet enough for his liking, Steve gently spins you with a hand on each arm, letting the stream hit your chest instead. He takes a red bottle from the small shelf and lathers a bit of your shampoo in his palms, the familiar scent mixing with the steam billowing around you.

His fingers move expertly to work the suds through your wet strands, taking extra time to ensure the shampoo gets to your scalp. You’re practically putty in his hands, sighing lightly as Steve continues washing your hair, head falling backward in bliss from his touch. He’s washed your hair before, but never with this much care and dedication to a deep cleanse. A part of you wishes it didn’t take another encounter with the supernatural to experience it… or any of the significant moments in your relationship you’ve shared recently.

As he finishes lathering your hair, Steve’s eyes drift to your neck — a bruise has begun to form against the smooth skin, wrapping the entire expanse of your throat in splotches of purple and deep red. He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the sight of your face without all its warmth and life. His right hand rests at the base of your neck between your shoulder blades, his fingers gently caressing the injured flesh with a dark gaze, irises holding a restrained rage within.

A shiver — a direct contrast to the steam that envelops you — rolls down the length of your spine as Steve’s cheek brushes yours. His other hand splays out across the expanse of your stomach, keeping you still as his head ducks lower and settles in the crook between your throat and collarbone. Instinctively you lean into him, pressing your face to his hair as Steve stays here for a moment, gratefully taking in the feeling of you standing in front of him. It’s so featherlight that you almost miss it — a kiss pressed to the mark on your skin that he had left there, the only sign of his love on your body. He’s tempted to leave more, to outnumber the other bruises a million to one and make you understand just how thankful he is to have you here with him.

It doesn’t take very long for you to spin in his hold, your hands seeking to find purchase on him wherever you can. You settle for sliding your fingers into Steve’s hair as his grip on you shifts, his rough palms slipping across your waist to keep you close. His forehead rests against your shoulder as you continue to wet the dark strands as best you can, intent on helping him unwind too. When it’s time to add some shampoo, you have to twist awkwardly to reach the bottles on the shelf. But before you get the chance to, a sound nearly drowned out by the rushing water catches your attention — a small sniffle.

Instantly you snap back to Steve, whose face you take between your wet hands. He doesn’t fight as you gently tilt his head up to see his eyes are rimmed with red. You swallow harshly. You can only imagine how surreal this must be for him; just a couple of hours ago, he was clutching your dying body in the same hands that caress you now. That’s a memory he’s not likely to forget, no matter how much longer he lives for. You hate he has to carry that.

You don’t have any words to comfort him and quite frankly, you’re not sure anything you say right now could be helpful. What he needs is just you — your presence, your touch, and your love.

Your noses brush as you press your forehead to his and you shut your eyes, taking this quiet moment to do nothing but be present with him. He’s done the same for you so many times it’s hard to keep count. In the darkness, while both the water and Steve warm you from within, he shifts even closer. His lips find yours.

You’ll never grow tired of kisses like this — ones where there’s a swoop in your stomach and every emotion he’s feeling presses into your skin. Through both his hands and his kiss, you understand it all in an instant. The adoration is almost overwhelming, pouring over the edge until you are firm in your belief that it’ll never run out. But the ridiculous amount of affection for you is eclipsed by an unwavering fear. It’s louder than anything else, told by the way his fingers gently dig into the depressions of your ribcage and his lips, which cling to yours until the moment his oxygen runs out.

Most people wouldn’t associate Steve with being afraid. They couldn’t be more wrong. Steve Harrington is terrified.

There’s a soft desperation that lingers, which you blindly follow into another kiss. Though diluted from the water that glides down your face, the familiar taste of tears hits your tongue; it takes a moment to realize they’re coming from you too. You’re not sure of the exact cause as a deep sadness takes root somewhere in your heart, too far to be inspected further but ever present. But upon understanding the depth of emotions Steve has felt recently, you realize it’s more grief. Grief that for a brief period of time, there was nowhere for his love to go.

It’s not right to say he deserves the world because that doesn’t seem like enough; there’s far more that you want to give him. You want to give him a gift as imperfectly beautiful and impractical as the moon, for someone who holds you this delicately should be rewarded. You’re drawn to him with your tides, even with shipwrecks and skeletons hidden in the darkest parts of your mind. He knows your deepest secrets and he’d still beg to reflect his love in your ocean, even if you’re clouded with storms or calm and clear.

It’s all meaningless anyways. If you tried to hand him the moon, he’d shrug it off in an instant and give it to you instead.

When you pull away, both the tears and water are streaming down your faces in a seemingly endless river. Steve feels like you’ve exchanged pieces of your souls. You place a final kiss on the corner of his mouth before you turn in his hold and reach for the shampoo. He presses his lips to your shoulder as you lather the suds in your palms.

This routine continues until you’ve both rinsed and scrubbed the other until all of the grime is washed down the drain. While your bodies may feel clean, your minds don’t have the same luxury. The pair of you retreat with the medical supplies to your room, where there’s no rush to care for your love properly. Steve’s thankful that patching you up goes significantly smoother than last time, even though he does have to stitch your wound closed. It’s rather nerve wracking work, but after a quick refresher from you, he completes it with more confidence. You place large bandages over the bites in his abdomen rather than a continuous piece of cloth so he can be more comfortable. Nearly an hour has passed by the time you’re finished.

—

Under normal circumstances, you’d prop the window open to let the spring breeze filter through the room and cool off your bodies from the warmth of the shower — you decide against it when your ears catch the endless echo of sirens from the town beyond. You should be out there helping, offering your assistance in any way you can to attempt to make up for what you’ve done, but that can wait.

Steve desperately wants to hold you close, fully envelop you in his arms and pull you on top of him so he can feel your heartbeat thudding along with his own. He needs to feel every inch of your body against his — a reminder that you’re alive, laying here with him in the darkness of your bedroom. His wounds, on the other hand, have a different idea.

With every movement, his stomach aches; pain shoots through his muscles and forces his face to pinch as he carefully crawls beneath the covers. Even through his pain, he shifts the blankets so you can slip in beside him. The cotton is cool against your skin; it’s the reprieve you’ve been craving ever since finding Eddie holed up in that boathouse last week — the relief of knowing it’s over, that you’ve survived, the same one you’ve felt four times now.

Even so, it’s not the same. It’s not over. Vecna’s still out there somewhere. Hawkins has been destroyed. It’s only a matter of time before you’re called back into the fray; the pile of battle-worn gear in the corner says as much.

Steve’s mind is running through the same thoughts as he finally settles on his back, eyelashes fluttering closed when he stills. He’s overthinking, worrying obsessively about what’s going to come next and whether or not he has the strength to do this again.

The thoughts shift when your hand rests in the center of his torso, palm pressed over the dip in his ribs where his sternum ends. You crave the closeness too; you wish you could crawl into his arms and sleep forever in his embrace without a care in the world. As you press your forehead to the outside of his arm, Steve removes your hand to clutch it in his, your intertwined fingers now resting against him — his grip is firm and gentle.

As you two lay here, the time on your digital clock passing midnight, Steve finds himself reflecting on what’s to come, more specifically for the two of you.

If he’s honest, a lot of what he said is a complete blur. Only a few details come to mind if he thinks hard enough. What he does remember is that everything he said was the truth — he can feel it deep in his chest. He wouldn’t have lied to you about any of that, not that he’d ever lie to you about anything.

You said yes to it all, too. You said yes to the future, to the-

Oh god.

Suddenly, Steve wonders if you said yes to everything because… well, of course you did. You thought you were gonna die. It would’ve been pretty shitty to turn down something like that from the one you love before charging into battle. He may have accidentally chosen the worst time to spring all that on you.

It’s not that Steve doesn’t want that life with you anymore. On the contrary, he’s certain there will never be anyone else. But wanting to share your future is a big commitment, no matter how in love you are. You’re the one with some semblance of a plan for your life… is he intruding by asking for so much so soon?

Sometimes Steve forgets that he hasn’t known you his entire life. It often feels like he has. In reality, it’s only been a couple of years. You’ve been together for a shorter period of time than that.

His expression immediately creases in embarrassment. You seriously told your girlfriend of fifteen months that you want her to have your kids?

“Y’know that uh… all that stuff I said? In the woods?”

You raise your head to rest on his pillow, intently studying the anxiety as it forms over his face. The streetlight outside your window lightly washes the pair of you in a yellow hue, even behind the drawn curtains.

You feel your face heat as you recall his beautiful words. You nod once, your damp hair mussing against the pillowcase, “Yeah. What about it?”

He steals a quick glance at you out of the corner of his eye; the thrum of his heartbeat increases in your intertwined hands.

“It’s okay if you… if that’s not what you really want. We thought we were gonna die, y’know, so if you agreed to everything back there and you didn’t really mean it, that’s fine. Okay? That’s perfectly fine because I still wanna live with you and I still love you a-”

“I did.”

While you could’ve let him ramble on and on until his brain was empty, you can’t listen to him doubt himself like this for much longer. Confusion shutters across his face with your interruption, his brow pinching as he turns his gaze back to you. He doesn’t have to speak for you to understand.

An easy smile pulls at your lips. You remove your hand from his and rest your palm on his cheek, your thumb lightly stroking his skin; his lashes flutter from the contact. His fingers curl around your forearm in response.

“I meant it. All of it, baby. I want that too, and I want it with you.”

To reinforce your words, you lower your head and press a kiss to the bare skin of his shoulder. When you pull away, a strange feeling spreads from the imprint of your lips. It travels down his arm and across his chest until his entire body is bathed in what can only be described as pure love, far stronger than anything he’s ever felt, including fear. As terrified as you make him, he loves you much more. Warm relief curls around his heart. You meant it.

He can’t stand it anymore.

“C’mere,” Steve mutters gently, sliding his palm down to your elbow. He lifts the arm trapped between you so you can scooch closer; he doesn’t particularly care about his wounds anymore, not when he needs your skin against him like he needs oxygen. He’s convinced your touch will heal him. With your hand secured against his ribs, you pull yourself flush against him and tuck the other beneath the pillow. Once you’re settled, Steve winds his arm around your waist to avoid your own injuries. It’s awfully snug, but exactly what you’ve been craving.

You think you could gaze into his eyes forever — endless galaxies of rich browns and flecks of amber stars with a black hole right in the center. A pocket of space only meant for you, until the end of time.

Steve smiles as he tucks his hand beneath the hem of your shirt, his fingers tracing aimless lines along your hip. He’ll never quite understand how a young boy’s disappearance brought him the love of his life, the future mother of his children, his soulmate — he decides not to question it too much. His life would be so ridiculously boring without you.

His voice is sincere, “You’re my best friend.”

“Well I hope so,” You tease, somehow scooting even closer to him, “You never stopped being mine.”

Steve’s heart swells tremendously. Beneath all the endearment and fondness, you’re still those two lonely idiots who found a friend in the most unlikely of places. Although he never wants to lose your love, losing the innocent friendship that first tied you together would be catastrophic. Before he gets a chance to come up with any sort of equally gooey reply, your eyes are widening slightly — like something’s just dawned on you.

“Wait, does this mean we’re… like… married now?”

The idea of getting to call you his wife makes his head go fuzzy. As much as he’d love to, that does seem like too much too soon. Last week you were planning on moving in together and now there’s talk of marriage and children and the rest of your lives. He’s got you, he knows that now. You’re not going anywhere. He can wait a bit longer.

“Hm…” Steve briefly turns his gaze to the ceiling, the hum in his throat playful as he acts like he’s deciding, “Not yet. Think I still wanna ask you properly.”

A bit of relief leaves you in the form of a scoff — a small taunt that humors his banter, “You gonna get me a ring, Harrington?”

Gingerly, Steve takes your right hand from its place on his chest and holds it out in front of him, carefully twisting your wrist to get a better look. A few seconds of silence pass.

“Steve?”

“Hold on. I’m picturing it.”

You have to hold back a chuckle; you don’t have the heart to joke about it being the wrong hand. Instead, you join him in the endeavor. A delicate silver band molds to the column of your ring finger. It’s nothing fancy — no gems or diamonds perched on the metal but it’d still be yours. Steve grins stupidly as he imagines the feeling of the silver, cool to the touch, pressing into his skin.

He guides your hand to his lips, where he presses a kiss onto the place a ring would sit between your knuckles: a promise. He rests your clasped hands back onto his chest, “I think a ring sounds nice.”

You smile just as sweetly, knowing that there’s no reason for something material to signify your love. Steve could ask you to marry him while tangled together on the couch and you’d be just as eager. But for all the chaos you’ve experienced, a slice of normalcy and a traditional proposal doesn’t sound so bad.

“I think so too,” You mumble as you tuck your face into the bend of his neck, your warm exhale fanning out over his skin. Steve welcomes the feeling and rests his cheek against your hair, his arm tightening around you.

Marriage… god that’s a heavy word. The more you think about it, the more you realize how you barely understand the definition. Nothing positive comes to mind, only failure and unhappiness with a side of regret. You don’t know how anyone could regret love. You’ve found someone who’s willing to learn and adapt with you, who will stick beside you even on your darkest days, who will dish out extra affection on the days where you don’t feel like you deserve it. You’ve been very lucky; perhaps it’s the universe apologizing for all the hardship and scars. It sent you someone with hundreds of constellations across his skin and a golden touch to comfort you in times of great stress.

Steve doesn’t have experience with loving marriage either, yet he’s still willing to jump off this cliff with you.

“We won’t be like them.”

Filled with so much mistrust and contempt it’s hard to imagine there was once kindness for the other. Desperate enough to have a son in the hopes he’d fix everything that went wrong. No, it doesn’t take much to understand you and Steve will change the Harrington name into something synonymous with compassion and love. The massive difference between you and his parents is your desire.

You want a family. You want a home. Your children won't be brought into this world for any other reason than to be an extension of your love. They’ll be cared for and comforted, celebrated and cheered on. You’ll take pride in the mundane that his parents found so disinteresting. You’ll have the weekly movie nights and sit on the bleachers at their sports games. You’ll hang their art projects on the fridge and make their stuffed animals have silly voices. You and Steve will show your children the best parts of yourselves and hope they become even better.

Steve didn’t realize becoming like his parents was something he was concerned about until you said it. It’s a fear that’s quickly squashed. Instead, he worries about what reassurance you might need.

“I won’t leave you.”

Out of everything Steve’s said over the past few hours, he means this the most. Sure, he can’t promise there won’t be bad times or stressful situations that cause an argument or two. He can’t promise there won’t be mistakes made or conflicting ideas. He can’t promise that this addicting feeling of young love will last forever. One thing, however, that he can promise is that he’ll be true to you. He can’t imagine a day where he could meet someone better for him. The thought of having to explain what he’s experienced to someone else makes him want to break out in hives — rather than you, who can see a blank stare or a balled up fist and just know, no explanation required. Taking care of Steve is second nature; he hopes you understand he feels the same for you.

He thinks you might assume this is in reference to your own parents, which he supposes is true as well. He’d never force you to raise your children alone just because he got bored, which he can’t picture either. How could he ever grow tired of the Harrington/Henderson kids? They’re almost guaranteed to be the craziest, most adorable little rascals the world has ever seen. But he wants that life, which he hopes is a comfort in itself.

No, Steve will never leave you. He doesn’t think he could, if he’s honest. Even if you were to grow to hate him through years of marriage and parenting, he’d never initiate anything that could take you from him. How could he? You’re the first person that’s ever loved him. He’ll never give that up willingly, no matter how stupid that may sound.

When you shift your head back, Steve does the same — he can’t stand the thought of going another moment without sealing your soft words in a proper kiss. The only word that comes to mind as you slot your lips against his is safety; he’s never felt as safe and secure as he does right now, receiving your love and cradling you in his arms. You’re going to take care of each other.

The passion builds as you sigh against him, suddenly feeling a bit too warm for your skin when his palm curls up around your jaw to keep you near. Although the press of his mouth is gentle, he is fierce in his intent.

“I love you,” Steve whispers against you, pausing for a moment as he allows himself to bask in this wonderful feeling. It continues to grow as you deliver a light peck to his lips; he opens his eyes to peer into yours, a bit dazed by everything. Your response is simple.

“I love you too.”

Steve would kiss you again if you two didn’t burst into a pair of brilliant smiles, like pure happiness emanating from within. He pulls back slightly to get a proper look at you — a smile that he hopes he’ll see in more than one face.

“I think our first is gonna be a girl.”

You scoff, your voice switching into something playfully stern, “Steve. You don’t know that.”

“Well I do!” He pouts, almost offended that you would doubt him on a matter as serious as this. As his focus returns to your ceiling, his hand moves from your cheek to wave through the air in front of him, “Just call it… father’s intuition, okay? It’ll be a girl.”

Another noise reminiscent of a laugh is pulled from your throat at his insistence. You’d be lying if you didn’t find him insanely endearing — talking about your children like they’re already here. Your heart flutters as the image of Steve doting on a baby girl materializes inside your brain.

You shuffle down the bed a bit to rest your head on his shoulder, “Alright then. What do we name her?”

Steve hums curiously. He hasn’t thought about that part yet. Although it doesn’t have to, he feels like her name should have meaning. Something important to the both of you, something that signifies a fresh start.

He inhales as it comes to him — a name he’s been repeating to himself over and over again, accompanied by a handful of numbers.

“Marcie’s a cute name, don’t you think?”

Tears nearly pool at your lash line with his admission. The street name for your little apartment in Chicago. Steve would want to name your daughter after the first symbol of your future together. Your smile returns, but far more sentimental than it was before.

“I like that a lot,” You confirm, tilting your head up to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. As you do, another idea forms, this one far more upsetting than the other.

“That or… or Max, maybe.”

Steve sighs, closing his eyes at your suggestion. His free hand runs across his brow in an exasperated motion — not at you, but at the outside world he was having a blissful time ignoring. He eventually nods, exhaling once again, “Yeah. That’s a good option too.”

He hates how quickly sadness crawls between you; he can feel you retreating into yourself and away from him, your arm curling back near your body rather than draped out across his chest. While he knows addressing the trauma you both experienced is important, right now doesn’t seem like the best time. Not while all the wounds are still fresh.

“Y’know we don’t have to worry about a name right now,” He mumbles, leaning down to press a kiss into your hair, “We don’t even have a kid yet.”

A small smirk pulls at his lips, “And I don’t know if you’re aware of this Henderson, but I heard that making the baby’s supposed to be the best part.”

His plan works; you let out a chuckle against his skin, “Did you really?”

Steve grins at your playful tone, his hand beneath your shirt shifting tantalizingly higher. He relishes the smattering of goosebumps that he leaves behind and he leans down to nuzzle his nose along your hairline. He hums in response and uses that familiarly flirtatious lilt in his voice that you have a hard time refusing, where you feel desired by him.

“Too bad that’s years away, hm?”

Damn him for being so good at distracting you. You shift against him once more, hooking your leg around his hips, “That’s alright. Gives us plenty of time to practice.”

Your answer earns you a genuine laugh and another kiss to your head.

—

Determined to keep your mind from wandering too far, Steve ends up reciting all the movies available to rent at Family Video, in alphabetical order no less. It’s another one of those stupid skills he’s learned through his tenure there, as well as how to change receipt paper in under five seconds (yes, he and Robin had a competition to see who could do it faster and no, Keith did not think it was very funny). But it ends up working wonders for you, and you make mental notes of those that sound interesting enough to watch for yourselves. As he starts the N’s — “Nighthawks… Nightmare on Elm Street” — Steve recognizes the slowing tempo of your breath and realizes that you’ve drifted off.

Your head’s tilted back now. You had been watching him adoringly as he rambled, giving him an unrestricted view of your sleeping face. For a moment, an emptiness fills his chest. Although he can feel the rise and fall of your torso, you look awfully similar to how you did as you were losing consciousness, also while in his arms. Briefly, he feels a wash of cold come over him at the memory and the tips of his fingers prickle, almost like they’re going numb. Then, he decides to match his breathing with yours; your deep exhales in time with his keep him from completely succumbing to the anxiety. You’re still here with him. There’s nothing to be afraid of right now. Maybe tomorrow, but not right now.

He’s not sure how long you’re out for, but it couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes. Although your body’s grown more tired, you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched, even while lost to a world of dreams. Adorably, you open one of your eyes.

“You staring at me?”

It’s more of a rhetorical question, because it’s incredibly obvious that Steve is. It’s crazy how comforted he is upon the sight of your irises peering back at him. He doesn’t even try to deny it.

“Yeah. Just thinking.”

Your mouth begins curling into a small smile. Steve jokingly rolls his eyes, “Don’t sa-”

“That’s dangerous.”

He scowls and shakes his head as best he can. Steve leans forward to press his lips to your cheek, leaving quite a few kisses indented onto your skin. Your nose scrunches up at the feeling and a tiny giggle escapes when he doesn’t relent, propping himself up above you so he can continue his attack all across your face.

Although you had expected more sleep to come tonight, it’s hard to complain when it’s replaced by a golden haze, as if both of you were dipped in pure honey; it’s all slow and soft movements and even sweeter words to keep you stuck together. It’s nothing and everything all at the same time.

“Steve.”

“I’m not done,” He whines as he peppers what feels like another one hundred kisses onto every square inch of your forehead and along the bridge of your nose. A chaste peck to your lips seems to satisfy him.

Suddenly, his expression shifts to something far more stoic; that crease in his brow begins to make a reappearance, as well as the firm clench of his jaw. His eyes go sad, almost like he’s looking through you instead. When your hand rises to caress his face, Steve cracks.

“I’ve never been so scared.”

Creel House — you know it instantly. You can hear it in the tremble of his voice. You did this to him. You gave him the most traumatic moment of his life.

“M’sorry I scared you,” You mumble, gently running the back of your index finger along his cheek, “I can’t… can’t even imagine…”

You get choked up thinking about if the roles were reversed, if you had been clutching Steve’s dying body in your arms. It’s possible you would have been too frozen to do anything other than sob, just wail into his chest as he slipped away from you.

You tut softly, remembering that the stubbornness of the man above you is the only reason you’re still here. His love for you saved your life.

“You’re so strong, Steve.”

It takes every ounce of self control he has not to break. He’s not sure anyone’s ever said that to him before. He shakes his head, biting down on his bottom lip as he wills the tears away. He swallows harshly when your eyes grow watery.

“I’m not. Thought I was dying too. Would’ve torn out my own heart right there and given it to you.”

His brow furrows, “That’s a… little bit dramatic maybe but… you know what I mean. You always do.”

As his left hand rises to cradle the top of your head, you allow the hint of a smile to grace your features, “I like when you’re dramatic.”

Steve smiles too.

“It’s not your fault, baby,” He answers lightly, wishing to absolve you of any guilt you might harbor over this, “Just glad you’re with me now. That’s all that matters. Never letting you go.”

As you melt over his words, you notice the exhaustion is starting to make a home in him. You know Steve takes the role of your protector very seriously, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t get time to recharge. He’d argue you deserve all the sleep you can get, so it’s only fair he gets some too, especially as your body grows sore with every passing minute.

“You can get some rest too, Stevie,” You card your hand through his half-dried hair, pushing his natural waves back from his drooping and tired eyes, “My love.”

“My love,” He laughs lightly, his voice a bit teasing, “That’s a new one.”

“What, you don’t like it?”

“Actually, I love it,” Steve replies. His voice is as sincere as his touch, which shifts away from your hair. Beginning at the divot below your cheekbone, he traces the back of his index finger along the line of your jaw. His thumb lightly skims your bottom lip when he reaches your chin — caramel eyes study the path along your skin, like a golden line has been tattooed into your skin.

“My love.”

After a kiss to your forehead, Steve shuffles beneath the blankets to drape himself over you, almost like you’ve swapped places. His legs tangle with yours as he tucks his head into the bend of your neck, while one of your hands cups the back of his and your fingers drift into his hair. He sighs happily when he throws his arm across your chest and finally relaxes against you.

Although his body is tired beyond all reason, his thoughts are running over themselves endlessly. He raises his head to sleepily peer at you, blinking slowly.

“Do you have any of your books here?”

You nod against the pillow, “Yeah, why?”

His hesitation is spoken in the silence that follows. He licks his lips nervously, “Can you…”

You nod again when he doesn’t finish, “I can read something to you, yeah. Of course.”

With a comforting kiss placed to his forehead this time, you reach over to your nightstand, careful not to anger any of your wounds. You stumble upon one of the old blue-spined Hardy Boys mysteries you’ve had since your childhood; it might not be as sophisticated as some of the other books you’ve read, but this has always remained one of your favorites.

You both fall asleep shortly after you start the third chapter — the book is slung across his back when you doze off. Steve snores lightly against you. Rest has finally found you both.

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S. HARRINGTON X F!READER

Sypnosis: The older ones of the group of Hawkins go to find where the gate to the upside-down is, making old struggles come back and those feelings come creeping up even more.

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All five of them were quiet on the boat, no one in the mood to talk right now as they all stared at the compass in Nancy's hand. It was still going bonkers and being completely incorrect, as it had been ever since they tried to find Eddie at Skull Rock. It was thanks to that that they had figured out there was probably a gate in Lovers Lake, and that explained just how the five oldest members of the group were now sitting in silence on the boat.

Nancy sat next to Robin on the front of the boat, with Eddie behind them, as y/n and Steve sat next to one another by the motor. It was cold and dark outside; the water was black as the night, and there was only the moon and the flashlight in Steve's hand that gave off light, making it less dark.

Steve let his eyes travel from the compass to y/n. She seemed to be on edge, but he understood completely. They were going to look for the gate to the upside-down, and that was the last place y/n wanted to be close to. His eyes lingered longer than he intended, like always lately and how it had been for a long time now. He didn't know how he suddenly fell for her, but it happened, and now she was on his mind more than any other girl ever.

When he thought about it, it might have been after she returned from her time in the upside-down. He had been there. He willingly came over to her house at night and would just spend time talking to her as she lay and listened, relaxing. Or how, after everything that happened at Starcourt Mall the previous summer, Steve was relieved when y/n invited him to stay at her house for the first time in about three months, as everything from months earlier had resurfaced.

He saw the girl he grew up with go from being an unscared and sweet girl to a shaking mess, but she eventually returned to the same girl. Talking about what happened with a lighter heart. But now, as Steve sat there in the boat next to her, he could see an unsure look on her face.

To say that since all of this started, Steve had started to be protective of y/n was an understatement. At first it was just him wanting to keep her close to him and be sure she was okay, but as not only was Chrissy dead but Fred also, if y/n wasn't close by, he would turn around and hold her by his side. Then, when Max had read her file and found out she had similar problems like Fred and Chrissy, Steve couldn't help but also connect some dots to y/n. She had trauma. She watched her biological parents die in a car crash, which she blamed on herself due to her distracting her dad while he was driving. Anyone else would say he did all this because he blamed himself for what happened last year.

"Woah, woah," Nancy reached to stop Robin and Eddie from going further. "Slow down, guys."

"Woah!" Steve exclaimed.

As they stopped, taking up the oars in the boat, the compass went even crazier and started to spin uncontrollably. As they stopped, y/n looked around and felt the slight rise of the hairs in her neck. She touched her neck and glanced over at the compass. Steve put a hand on her shoulder, giving a questioning look as he knew that move from last summer, thanks to Will Byers. But y/n said nothing and only continued to look around.

"Guys, what's going on?" Dustin asked through the walkie as he and Lucas noticed them stopping through the binoculars."Come on, guys, talk to me. What's going on?"

As y/n continued looking around, she then looked straight down into the water, leaning slightly over the edge of the boat and not focused on the compass like the rest. It was then that the sudden voice in her head made another chill go through her spine. "y/n, I was right after all. I knew we would meet again."

"Eh, Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital, uaAaahh." Answered Robin as she looked at the compass. y/n knew that there was a gate down there; she could feel it. She could hear faintly in her head how Vecna quite literally was telling her to get down there, to meet him again. She had been starting to take off her shoes and socks, making sure she didn't get noticed. But then, when Steve started to shuffle beside her and seemed to be looking through things in the boat more, everyone looked at him.

"Steve, what are you doing?" Nancy asked as he was taking off his shoes too. It seemed Nancy, Robin, and Steve did not notice y/n doing the same. But one person did, Eddie. He looked at her questionably.

"Someone's got to get down there to look at this thing," Steve said, looking up, not at Y/N but at the others, as if he thought she'd never go down there. "Unless any of you three can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then it's got to be me, okay, all right! "

"I think someone else has the same idea," Eddie commented, grabbing the others attention that went to y/n who had been quite the whole time. She swallowed, feeling the cold prickle her skin as she had just taken off her zip-up, being left in just a short-sleeved shirt.

"y/n?" Robin asked with a confused look as she looked at the girl.

"I can go," y/n said, and it was quite confident. "I'm also a certified lifeguard. I know how to dive and if anything is found and happens that gets me to the upside-down, I know how it works." y/n was now standing up in the boat, looking down at all four of them. Nancy glanced at Robin and then Eddie. To Steve, this was seen as a signal that they were for y/n going. So he stood up, almost a little too quickly as the boat became a bit unsteady, but y/n stood still, looking at him expectantly. waiting for yet another time where he would treat her like a kid, like he had been doing quite a lot lately.

"No." was all Steve said as he looked at y/n, but she didn't budge from where she stood and shook her head. Knowing that there was more to come. "No, you're not going down there. You're not going down there to risk getting back into the upside-down."

"Look, Steve," y/n sighed as she looked up at the boy. "I really don't care what you think. Forgive me if you see me as weak or whatever since what happened last year, but I'm just as capable as any of you four, so for once in a while, let me do this."

"You're not going down there. No more arguing." But y/n only sighed and rolled her eyes as she looked over the side of the boat.

"Steve," Nancy started. "It's actually not such a bad idea that it's her to go down there. She knows the upside-down and how to communicate if you get stuck. Right? " Nancy looked up at y/n who nodded her head, having tried to communicate with the others last year but failed, as it seemed none of them were listening closely enough.

"Besides, she's not reacting like in the summer when she froze up and all seeing that mind flayer thing, you know." Robin chimed in, trying to sound convincing and be helpful, but just as many times she ended up saying something that didn't help at all. But bless her heart.

"We're not arguing about this," Steve turned to y/n who was too irritated to even blush at him being shirtless. "I'm going, you're staying."

"Okey, you know what," y/n mumbled to herself and turned so she stood straight towards the edge of the boat. In a swift motion, she reached over towards Eddie, who had already held up the flashlight he had put into a plastic bag for her. Giving a slight smile before glaring at Steve. Their eyes were glued on one another until y/n smiled a bit too sweetly at him.

"If you don't want me to go, then come get me." With that, she dove straight into the water with no hesitation. She did a perfect and beautiful dive into the water, but her sudden dive took the others by shock, and Steve was immediately by the edge looking for the girl.

"Goddammit," Steve cursed as he shook his head and quickly got to diving in after y/n, only the protests from Nancy and Robin being heard before he was under water.

"Man, he didn't waste a second." Eddie commented and earned a glare from Nancy and Robin, who quietly agreed with Eddie.

The sudden splash that she could barely hear a good ten feet above her made y/n stop, pointing the flash up only to come face to face with Steve. But without even a second more, she turned back to diving further down. Focusing on the eerie voice in her head that got stronger in one direction but weaker in another. It called for her, the voice, whom she now thought had been Vecna ever since last year, asking her to join him. Steve, who was behind her, wanted to curse her out there and then if he could have been able to talk or breath under water.

Once at the bottom of Lovers Lake, Steve tapped y/n and showed he'd go in another direction, and y/n simply nodded at him. But soon, Steve realized that he had no light and was quickly by y/n who followed the tingling in her body and the voice in her head. They came to where a skeleton was, and it was not white and clean but brown and dirty looking. Just as they got over the stones by the skeleton, they were met by a light. The light was in a red hue, and immediately they both knew what it was. The gate.

Both of them swam closer and looked at it with great fascination. She knew that when this was all over, Steve would ask if she went through one of those portals to get stuck in the upside-down, but she knew her answer would be that she just happened to be there. It was something that seemed to cover the gate into the upside-down, like a skin layer. y/n reached her hand out and touched the skin-like cover of the gate, only to jerk back with Steve as a vine-like thing hit the skin like layer. Without wasting a second, they both returned to the surface as quickly as they could.

After what felt like the longest time ever, they both reached the surface. As oxygen entered their lungs for the first time in minutes, they breathed deeply to calm down. Robin, Eddie, and Nancy all looked over the edge at the two. y/n placed both her hands up on the edge of the boat and held on to relax her legs. Steve mimicked her move.

"We found it." y/n announced and the three in the boat smiled. "There's a gate."

"Dustin, you're a goddamm Einstein. Steve and y/n found the gate." Robin spoke with a smile into the walkie.

"It's pretty wild," Steve spoke out of breath, glancing over at y/n who was just resting and relaxing. "It's more like a snack-sized gate instead of a mama gate, but still, it's pretty big." y/n

nodded along when she felt something slimy slowly wrap around her ankle, then it tightened its grip on her leg, and suddenly she was pulled under the water for a split second, which took everyone by surprise. As she, for a moment, resurfaced, Steve looked at her with wide eyes. "What was that?"

"Something is pulling on my le-" And her sentence was cut short as she once more was pulled under the water and this time wasn't let go of. Everyone on the boat called for her, but their voices were muffled under the water. Steve cursed lowly to himself as he looked into the water and, without second thought, dove down after y/n.

"Steve!" Robin and Nancy called in unison, and had Robin not been in such a shocked state, she would have made a comment about them saying it at the same time.

"What the hell was that man?!" Eddie stressed behind the two girls as they did not know what to do.

Under the surface, Steve had gotten a hold of y/ns hand and was being dragged along with her down towards the gate. She reached both her hands to hold onto Steve's wrists but lost her grip as the vine pulled her down harder. A screm left her and, instead of oxygen, a fair bit of water entered her system. Steve fought harder to dive after her as fast as he could, but suddenly he was being pulled by a vine down into the gate.

It was sudden when the vine pulled her, so she fell into the air and then hit the hard ground. The upside-down. Steve came soon after her and hit the ground with a grunt, but both of them were dragged harder against the ground by the vines. Both of them fought against the vines as much as they could, both of their backs hurting from being dragged. And then they were pulled to a stop and the vines let go of both of them as they hit what seemed to be the boat in a lot of vines.

"Shit," Steve breathed as he slowly pushed himself to stand up and looked around, but the pain-filled groan coming from his left made him turn. "Woah, hey, you okay there y/n/n?"

Steve reached out to help her stand up as she rolled her shoulders for the pain in her back. Her eyes squeezed shut. He held his hands on her upper arms and waited for a reaction from her. "I hate those things."

It made Steve let out a short laugh as y/n opened her eyes and looked around. Her features, instead of sarcasm, got filled with discomfort as she looked around. The dark blue sky with a slight red, they stood in the middle of Lovers Lake minus the water. The vines were everywhere and the trees were left bare of leaves. But then there was also that dusty thing in the air. Steve's hands fell from y/ns shoulders as she reached up and touched the dust. She was back into the cold and dark as she once described the place.

"We should get—" But Steve was cut off by the rumble of lightning and the sky being painted a red color. A screech could be heard from the distance, and out of instinct, his hand reached out and grabbed y/n's as they both turned to see a creature in the distance.

"What are those?" Steve asked, with a quick look over his shoulder at y/n.

"I don't really know what the kids would call them, but I call them demo bats," y/n said as she could still hear the faint voice of what had to be Vecna in her head.

"Well," Steve said, taking two oars from the empty boat and handing one to y/n, who scowled at him. "Can you put up a fight against those things?"

"I can do my best. The second best option is to run."

"And how easy is that?" Steve stood with his back again y/n as they both looked opposite ways.

"Not the easiest."

When the demo bats were close by and started to attack the two, they started to hit them one by one. Steve had it easier to hit the demo bats. y/n, on the other hand, struggled a bit as the oars were quite heavy and hard to hold up. It being solid wood didn't help her case. But she did as well as she could and hit them herself. Occasionally, either Steve or y/n would cover the others' backs when a bat tried to attack all of a sudden.

"Die, you lousy piece of shit!" y/n yelled as she hit one of the bats repeatedly and seemed to forget that there were others. This was proven right that she had forgotten as one bat was able to wrap its tail around her wrist and pull her back. It caused her to fall and scream as the spikey thing on its tail stabbed her arm.

At her scream, Steve turned and began to angrily hit at the bats, trying to get them off of y/n. But all of a sudden, he too got pulled back as one had its tail wrapped around his neck and had him down on the ground in seconds. The bats split up on the two, some going to Steve and the rest on y/n. Both of them screamed in pain, y/n kicking around as she tried to free herself. Not being that held down as Steve, who had been held by his neck and began to get choked out.

Memories came back into y/ns mind as she fought for her life and tried to keep from getting bitten or hurt worse. The last time she was here, they had been her number one fear. It seems that this time, though, the bats didn't try to hurt her badly. as they only stabbed her in the arms a few times. It still hurt, but not the worst.

"Steve!" y/n called as she heard him fighting to breathe, but as she tried to get free, the bats tightened their grip.

It was when a demo bat was hit off by y/n and no longer held a death grip on her arm that she stopped struggling against it and turned her head. Since last year, y/n had never been so relieved to see a human. "Hi there," Nancy said quietly as she hit another off y/n.

"Not me! Help Steve," Nancy and Robin did as instructed and focused on assisting Steve in breaking free from the demo bat that was choking him out. Eddie took over and helped y/n get up, and they kept the newer bats that came for them away together.

y/n and Eddie turned to see Steve repeatedly hitting the demo bat that had tried to choke him into the ground. Over and over, the demo bat hit the ground and screeched in pain at the violent hits to the ground. He then put one foot on its one wing and began to pull the tail and was somehow able to tear it into two pieces. y/n blinked as she stared at him. Now, there was no more, and everyone began to do their own thing to calm down. Nancy was quick to check Steve and, after y/n, Eddie began his own little ramble of curses to the side as Robin stressed over the fact that she thought Steve could have rabies and wanted to get him checked out.

y/n let out a breath and walked over to Steve as Robin continued her little rant as Nancy was as nice as she could be and listened in.

"That looks nasty," y/n scrunched her face up as she took a quick look at Steve's lower stomach wound. "How are you feeling?"

"Other than a piece of flesh missing, I have never felt better." He smiled at her as he had taken a look at his wound himself. For a moment, his gaze just stayed there. He looked into y/n's eyes as they seemed to hold relief. But when his eyes landed on the stabbing she had received in her wrist, he immediately grabbed her arm and inspected it.

"Ow ow, be careful!" y/n swatted his shoulder. His eyes moved to look at her face for a second before he returned to inspecting the wounds. Some blood had seeped out of the rounded wounds, but nothing too bad. His hand holding her wrist more gently now.

A screech from the far distance made all five of them turn and look to see a few dark figures of demo bats heading for them. There was no way they were going to fight more of those things. Nancy had pointed to the woods, and in just a few seconds, all five of them were running for protection there. Steve, however, seemed to have forgotten about that y/n and had told himself he could handle herself as he dragged her with him. Holding tightly onto the right hand and never letting go. He would never do what he did last year. matter how much she wanted him to stop, Steve knew it was going to be hard to do so.

All five of them huddled together under Skull Rock. The demo bats flew right over the tree tops, and they never stopped screeching. But as the last of them faded into the distance, all five under Skull Rock let out the breaths they had been holding. y/n had been sandwiched between Nancy and Robin, who had somehow been able to rip her from Steve. y/n had a hold on Robin's arm to keep herself calm and finally released the girl. As she did, Robin pulled a face at her. "Ow," Robin said, shaking her arm. "What kind of death grip is that?"

"Sorry, but, you'll survive." y/n told her friend, who slapped her upper arm gingerly.

y/n then turned to Steve to see how it was going, but as she did so, he stumbled against the stone wall of Skull Rock. "Oh shit," Steve breathed as he leaned against the wall. y/n was quickly by his side, helping to steady him out.

She helped hold Steve's arm a bit as he swayed from the dizziness. "Woah hey, shit," she said in almost one word. But his stubborn side soon came out and began to swat y/n away, acting as if everything was fine.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I just need to stand here a bit," He protested, but the obvious sway in him disagreed, and Nancy was by his side, checking on Steve's wound a little.

"You're losing blood," Nancy stated, and y/n, out of instinct, slapped Steve across the head.

"Stupid," y/n grumbled at him before helping him sit down to let the dizziness stop. "Come on, easy."

Robin then came and sat next to y/n beside Steve, worried for her friend. Nancy stood up, starting to rip a large enough piece of fabric from her long shirt. y/n's hand laid gently on Steve's bicep, and even though he was in that bad state, it still grabbed his attention more than the wound on his stomach. But his attention was drawn away by Robin, who started a rant once again.

"Okey, so the good news here is that I'm pretty sure that wooziness is not a common sign of rabies. But, ehm, if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms, or you feel really aggressive, like you kind of want to punch me or something, just let me know then. She ranted as usual, making Nancy let out a breath as she handed Y/N the piece of cloth from her shirt, and y/n only smiled slightly at Robin being so worried.

"Robin. "Steve said as he pulled a face.

"Yeah?"

"I kind of want to punch you," It made y/n smile a bit more, and her hand slid down to Steve's wrist, once again drawing his attention.

"Your sense of humour's still intact; it's a good sign!" As Robin said, she smiled brightly with hope and then moved to let y/n help Steve. Nancy put a hand on the girls' shoulder before also backing off slightly, which, in y/n's eyes, was kind of strange.

"Okey," she said, as she held up the cloth and Steve sat up a bit more. Now this was a pretty inconvenient time for both of them to feel their cheeks heat up, but thankfully, the darkness of the upside-down made sure the other couldn't see. y/n looked to the side and took a breath before turning back to Steve, who had his arms up to give her room.

"You ready?" She asked, and Steve simply pulled a face before answering.

"Yeah, just do it already." With that, she reached to wrap the cloth around Steve's midsection. He took in a sharp breath at the pressure and y/n looked up to make sure she didn't hurt him any more.

"Tighter or is that okay?"

"That's fine,"

y/n finished by tying the cloth so it wouldn't move out of place. When she was done, Steve let out a sigh and held out his hand to help her stand up again. She took it without question and just shot him a small smile without looking up at him, but Steve kept his eyes on her and wouldn't look away. Her arm had stopped bleeding a while ago, and except for a cut under her eye, she was fine.

It was when his fingers reached and brushed some strands from her face that y/n looked at him. His eyes were glued on her without moving to anything else. But it was Nancy this time who made y/n quickly turned away from Steve and walk over to her. Cheeks on fire and insides doing cartwheels It seemed Nancy noticed y/n and mumbled her shoulder, but the girl simply said nothing. Steve, however, had dropped his hand from where his fingers had brushed away from the hair on her face and pushed himself off the stone wall of Skull Rock.

A conversation quickly arose as to what they were to do next. But they all came to realize how useless oars were for beating up demo bats or even Vecna. That was when Nancy remembered her guns she hid in her house, and that meant those guns were probably and hopefully in her room. which was not too far away.

Right as they were about to start walking to the Wheeler house, Eddie stopped Steve by throwing his jeans jacket at him. Steve grabbed it and gave a confused face. "For your modesty, dude." Eddie said, and Steve just shrugged.

Just as Steve was about to put the jacket on, yet another earthquake like thing happened. The ground shook violently and made almost everyone lose their footing, except Steve and y/n. In a split second, Steve had wrapped an arm around y/n's shoulders and pulled her into his chest. Her hands came up and held onto his arm that was wrapped around her. It seemed they would always be put in these situations, especially lately when both of their feelings had gotten stronger. Oh, how fate wanted them to be together.

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Walking to the Wheeler house felt like it took forever. The woods felt endless and every time there was a sound that definitely did not come from any of the five, they all would react, turning to look round and then up at the sky. At times, the sudden sound would make y/n jump slightly, as she realized it was far from her and couldn't hurt her where she was. It never left her. Being stuck for one and a half months in the upside-down, it stayed like an annoying fly that wouldn't fly away. But she had done her best at coping with it all; that meant not graduating when she was supposed to so she could stay at home in the comfort of her bed; asking Steve to stay over; when she became friends with Robin, she spent time with her. Then everything at Starcourt happened, and she kept as far away as she could, which proved to work and none of the others blamed her. In the autumn, she worked up her grades to get her high school diploma and graduated just before the end of the fall. y/n found that occupying herself with things along with trying to shine light on what happened every once in a while worked for her. Maybe not the best, but it worked.

Robin, y/n, and Nancy were all three walking a good few feet in front of the two boys. Nancy and Robin seemed to be getting along better than they had when the three were at the library the previous day. Steve and Eddie walked behind the girls, or more like Steve being quite behind Eddie with a flashlight. Before Steve came to realize one thing, he hadn't thanked Eddie for earlier.

"Eddie. Eddie, hey, man, "Eddie slowed slightly for Steve to catch up. "Uhh, I just... uh, I just want to say thanks. For saving my ass back there. "

"Shit, you saved your own ass," Eddie said as they walked on. "I mean that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there."

Steve furrowed his brows and looked at Eddie with confusion written all over his face. "Ozzy?"

"When you took a bite out of that bat." Silence followed. Steve didn't understand. "Ozzy Osborne? Black Sabbath? He- he bit a bat's head off on stage,"

"I don't know," Steve simply shrugged at the metalhead, which he didn't, because it wasn't his style of music, but he respected it.

"It was very metal; what you did is all I'm saying."

"Thanks,"

"Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter in fact. " Eddie paused for a second.

"Wait, Henderson said that?" It kind of surprised Steve. "Oh yeah, shit, kid worships you dude. Like you have no idea, it's kind of annoying, to be honest." Steve let out a dry laugh. "I don't even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, but, eh, guess I got a little jealous, Steve."

Now that made Steve look even more lost than he was when Eddie tried to see if he understood who Ozzy Osborne was. They continued walking, with Steve still holding the flashlight in his hand and just waiting for Eddie to continue.

"I guess I couldn't accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. Rich parents, popular, chicks love him. Not a douche? No way, man, no way. That's like flies in the face of all the laws in the universe. " Eddie explained, and Steve simply just listened. "Still super jealous by the way."

Steve laughed as Eddie leaned closer a bit when he said that and just shook his head. As silence then surrounded them except for the faint voices of the girls in the front talking, Steve's eyes landed on y/n as she was walking next to Robin. What he didn't know was how clear he had been making it all to Eddie, who sighed at Steve and shook his head.

"She likes you a lot, man. She talks about you a lot." Eddie spoke, catching Steve's attention. What Steve had grasped was that when y/n worked up her grades to graduate, she had automatically hung around Robin more. But apparently, one time Dustin and Mike dragged her off somewhere because they needed help and she met Eddie. They became friends, kind of.

"What? Who? " Steve pretended not to understand.

"Man, I'm not blind. You're all googly eyes at y/n." Eddie rolled his eyes a bit and continued walking.

Steve knew he was completely smitten with the girl at hand, and there was no denying it to him. He had never felt so strongly for another girl. She held a special place in his heart. She was the girl who had just been sitting there and called him an ass when he got beat up by Jonathan Byers, but not in a bad way. Y/N was the girl who, when he picked her up in the summer, was out dancing with her adoptive parents on their front porch to music. She was the girl that had asked for him to just talk to her for her to feel safe and who would lie next to him with her hand interlocked with his as she'd fallen asleep after hours of worrying about what would meet her in her sleep.

"I'm not." Steve simply said and averted his gaze away from y/n to look around the place. But this only made Eddie sigh even deeper and quite practically made him want to hit Steve across the head.

"Dude, okey, you know what?" Eddie stopped Steve from walking any further, making him frown in confusion. "That girl over there, she cares a whole lot for you, man. I mean, I've only known you for less than four days and can already see those heart eyes of yours. And hers. No girl would ever freeze up like she does when looking at you without liking you. No way."

Steve turned his attention over to y/n in the distance. She, Nancy, and Robin seemed to be in their own conversations. It seemed important too.

"Look," Eddie started, making Steve look at him. "She didn't want you to jump in and go here. She'd rather go through whatever happened to her last year than have you go through that. That's what I call being in love. I don't know what it is between you two or exactly why you are all so protective over her, but trust me. You love her, and she loves you. Now, if I were you and a girl looked at me the way she looks at you or sought to be close to you in that way, I'd take the chance rather than have her go for another guy."

Steve was quiet, as he just stood there and took in what Eddie was saying. y/n was looking at him in a special way? That had to be impossible. There was no way he was that blind. Had he never seen her look at him the way Eddie had described her? Had she ever really looked at him in any way similar to how he was looking at her, it had to have been quite obvious that Eddie noticed and not Steve.

"Hey! y/n!" Eddie then called out for the h/c as she stopped and turned to show she was listening. "Steve's bored of me. I think he'd rather talk to you." It was quite smoothly done as Eddie was away from Steve's side within seconds.

Steve cursed Eddie out in his head as y/n stood and just waited for him to catch up so they could continue to the Wheeler house. His eyes were on the ground as he came up beside her. y/n smiled slightly as they started to walk behind the others in silence, but it didn't last long.

"You feeling any better?" y/n asked as she took a quick look at where he had been hurt earlier.

"It's going." Steve said as he glanced at her arm. "What about you? I didn't get to ask you how you are, you know, being here and all. "

It made y/n's heart flutter just a little more that he wanted to ask her that. She took a look around at her surroundings and then focused forward. "Not exactly where I wanted to be, he won't leave me alone." It made Steve's brows knit together as he looked over at her.

"Who won't leave you alone?"

"You know how I said there was this voice before I woke up, that said we were going to meet again?" Steve nodded his head. "I think it's always been Vecna, and he was right, we meet again. It's like a voice in my head. He's like telling me that he's happy I'm back. I hate it. "

"Hm," Steve hummed. He wasn't going to say he understood. because he didn't understand. He didn't know what it was like to have someone torment you for a month and a half and leave you with a constant reminder.

"Anyway, so, you got tired of Eddie, huh? Is he being like Robin? " y/n questioned as she wanted to lighten up the mood.

Steve rubbed his neck and said, "No, no, he kind of lied about that."

"Why?"

"To be honest, I don't even know." He did. "But while I can, I just want to say sorry for how I've been acting."

"You mean for hoovering the past year?"

"I wouldn't say I've been hovering," Steve mumbled, but y/n turned her head to him.

"Really? You don't call starting to work with me and Robin at Family Video, never dropping me off where you've always been dropping me off, not letting me go down here, not letting me do practically anything, aren't you hovering? "

Steve didn't say a word and just continued walking. It seemed that this didn't help his case, as y/n let out what seemed to be an annoyed sigh. She really wanted to know why he was like that. Sure, she loved to hang around him, but it was as if he saw her as less capable. Now Steve was struggling to tell her why he was like he was. Right now, in the upside-down, didn't seem like the right time to tell the girl you liked that you did just that. He would much rather do that when it was all over.

"I just want to know, you know? I'm just as capable as everyone else no matter what happens. " This made Steve stop and just shake his head, grabbing y/n's hand to stop her from walking further, giving them some distance from the others.

"I don't think you're less capable. I know you can take care of yourself."

"Well, you sure as hell make it feel like the opposite."

"Okay," Steve said in an exasperated tone. "Well excuse me for caring over the fact that last year you weren't yourself for three months and I'm so very sorry for feeling guilty about it. And I'm also so sorry that I'm worried you'll be like that again after this. " This truly shut her up. She took a step back from Steve and just looked at him.

"I just—" But Steve didn't know what more to say. As she stood there before him, listening to him, he could see that slight glimmer in her eyes. That glimmer he recognized from when they were younger and y/n had a crush on some boy. He would always tease her about it. But now, that glimmer was in her eyes as she looked at him. Eddie was right.

Without thinking, Steve reached out and placed his hands gently on her cheeks. holding her face as he stood closer now, his thumbs brushing her cheekbone. And in just a split second, he had leant down and placed his lips softly on hers. y/n was taken aback. She was stiff for just a slight moment before she sank into it. When Steve felt she began to relax, one of his hands moved so he could brush his knuckles on her cheek, lips still connected. y/n was unsure what to do with her hands, but she placed them gently on Steve's waist to steady herself.

After only what had been a little more than ten seconds, they parted. y/n was slow in opening her eyes and didn't look up at Steve. But he kept his eyes on her and tried to find her gaze. She felt his thumb brushing her left cheek, right under the cut she had gotten earlier. It was... comforting, nice. just what both of them wanted.

Steve didn't say anything, just waiting for a reaction from Y/N. Her eyes had been fixed on the ground as she seemed to be deep in thought. But then he could feel her lean a bit into his left and that rested on her cheek, making his heart leap a bit. The softest of smile grazed her lips. It seemed as though she was about to say something but was interrupted by Nancy.

"Hey you two, come on, my house is over there!" Nancy called to the two of them in the distance.

Steve turned back to look at y/n, and in a quick motion, which took him aback, y/n had placed one hand in his cheek and leaned up to give him a quick peck. And just as quickly as she'd done that, she was slowly jogging up to the other four. Steve stood there in shock, but despite the circumstances and location, a smile tugged on his lips. His heart rate increased, as did the flushing of the cheeks.

"Hey Dingus, you coming?" Robin yelled from where she was, making Steve shake his head and come back to reality.

—

Both parties of the Hawkins group were quite relived and all for the same reason. The oldest ones were in the upside-down because Dustin had come to realize that there was going to be a gate at every murder site, meaning they could all five get back into the normal Hawkins. And the younger part of the group, that being Max, Dustin, Lucas, and Erica too now, because the eldest ones had been gone for long enough and were all freaking out a bit inside because of the cops.

As soon as they came to realize that there was a gate at Eddie's place, it was in a matter of seconds that Nancy had said that they should still have bikes at her house in the upside-down. Since it was 1983 there, but when they had gone to take the bikes, there was one problem. They were one short. This meant that someone had to sit behind someone else on one of the bikes. This, however, appeared to be an easy choice, as Nancy, Robin, and Eddie had just taken bikes and rushed to get on. Leaving y/n to ride behind Steve.

None of the two said anything on the way. None of them mentioned the two shared kisses before, but it seemed that both of them knew about the other's feelings now at least. But as y/n sat and rode behind Steve, her hands rested on his waist from behind, and boy did this move make Steve blush like crazy. He peddled on and when they had reached the top of a hill to ride down, he simply relaxed and let the bike glide down. As he did, he put his larger hand on top of y/ns and slightly grabbed onto her hand. It, too, was a simple move, but enough to bring a smile to Y/N's face. It was only one of the other three that noticed them both; not Eddie, but Robin. She pulled a face and knew instantly when all this shit was over, she was so going to tease them about this.

It was when they rode past a house, one that was dark and seemingly familiar. Nancy knew what house it was; Victor Creels' house. All five of them felt on edge as the lighting seemed stronger there, but it was y/n was even more on edge. Her grip on Eddie's jeans jacket that Steve was wearing got tighter and she swallowed. A shiver went down her spine as her eyes never left the house. "Don't worry, we'll meet very soon." The voice said it loudly in her head, and she turned her eyes away. She focused on other things, like how El was doing, she missed the girl.

When they turned into the trailer park, the sky was still occasionally lit up by lightning and red hues in splotches of the dark blue sky. Eddie was first as he led them all. "Right here!" He called out as he jumped off the bike.

Robin and Nancy did the same, throwing their bikes to the ground. y/n jumped off a few feet away from the rest, so Steve could easily jump off the bike and drop it.

"It's got to be a Guinness world record, most miles traveled interdimensionally." Robin pointed out as they all walked towards the door.

"I just inhaled a bunch of that crap." Steve coughed while taking up the flashlight and his other free hand went to take y/n's. Bold. "It's stuck in my throat."

"Funny, ain't it?" y/n commented as they walked inside. But as they walked in, it was right there, the gate. It was right as you entered the trailer, in the ceiling. Just like the one in the lake, it was small and had a skin-like cover that gave off a red hue. All of them commented on it, Eddie pointing out that that was exactly where Chrissy had died. Then it was Nancy who pointed out the movement of the skin-like layer.

y/n walked closer to get a better look, but Steve's hand was still intertwined with hers, which stopped her from walking much closer. But then, when the skin layer broke, all five jumped back and looked with wide eyes at the gate. But when looking closer, they could see something, something that was strange. It was then the muffled sound of a triumphal laugh from the other side of the portal that they all walked closer. only to find the kids standing upside-down from where they were and in Eddie's trailer. His real one. All smiles and happy. They all waved at one another happily and relived that this was going to be over in just a matter of minutes.

Dustin had thrown a bunch of tied together sheets to form some kind of rope. According to him, when they threw it to the other side, it should stay and not move. Max and Lucas had put down a mattress to land on. "All right, pull on it, see if it holds!" Dustin called.

Robin hung on the tied-together sheets as instructed, and when it held, she became the test rabbit to climb through. It worked like a charm, and Robin landed on her back on the mattress with a sigh. Next was Eddie, and then Nancy.

"Well," Steve turned to y/n. "See you on the other side."

Y/N nodded and smiled at him. "On the other side." With that, she let go of his hand and reached out to begin climbing.

Steve stood beside her and just made sure he was ready if she were to fall on the wrong side, so she wouldn't get more hurt. But y/n climbed like a champ. She went through the gate, and once she was upside down, her own weight became too much to hold up, so she let go. But instead of landing on the soft mattress, she fell into nothingness, falling into a black void that felt like forever. The sound of a grandfather-clock ticking around her as she fell into slow motion. That was until she landed stuck under something. She knew what this was, Vecna.

She then finds herself lying under a piece of debris, no, a piece of a car. Flames around her as she looked around, feeling small. The memories were all coming back as panic began to set in. And then she was standing on the road beside the burning car, watching as it burned and saw two shadows inside.

"Mom! Dad!" She called out for her biological parents, not those who she now called mom and dad. But for those two, whom she had lost at the age of five due to her dad not looking on the road when another cat came and crashed into theirs.

She had never even touched the tied sheets. Right as Steve had turned to y/n and help her through, he noticed how her hand was just completely floppy in his. Not holding on, just laying there. And when he had turned, her eyes were blue as the clearest of sky but rolled up in her head. Twitching.

"y/n," Steve squeezed her hand, but she didn't respond. She just stood there, unresponsive and in a worse place than she'd been in a year ago.

"y/n, please," He now stood in front of her, hands on her shoulders before moving to hold her cheeks. He was cold, and his stress levels began to go up. Once again, he shook her slightly, but nothing came out of her, no response. His blood ran cold with realization.

"Steve! What's going on? " Robin yelled through the gate as she began to worry over the way y/n just stood there. But his focus was elsewhere.

"Come please! Damn it, come back, fight it! " Steve shouted at the motionless girl whom he had just gotten to, at least in some way, able to show how much he cared for her. And she had shown she cared as much for him as well. They both loved one another, but here he was, trying to get her back to him just like a year before.

"What's going on?" Dustin asked with wide eyes. Max took a breath and swallowed.

"Vecna" was all she said.

Mah gog that's the longest I've ever written, new score I guess. Anyway, yes, I will write another part when Vol. 2 of season 4 comes out but until then you'll have to wait <3

Also, you can submit ideas to me with Steve now too. I plan on writing a lot for him lol, and I already have a few cute one-shots in my drafts. (+one with Robin)

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dyk3medown · 2 years

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hii, if ur comfortable with it, could you write a fic of eddie x fem!reader with any plot but to include

- sadism & masochism

- pain kink

- degradation & praise

- exhibitionism

so sorry if this is a burden to you i just rlly love ur work lol ❤️

danger zone

eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie’s knife against your throat should scare you, but your reaction couldn't be further from fear

warnings: fem reader, smut, slightly dark!eddie, dom/sub dynamics, some degradation + praise, knife play, choking, very bad bdsm etiquette, sort of autassassinophilia but to a very minor extent

a/n: this has been almost finished in my drafts for months, I'm so sorry it took so fucking long lol. unfortunately i didn't fit the exhibitionism in but i hope you enjoy anyways!!

smut under the cut <3

Eddie Munson is not a murderer.

Your mind races as you sit in Steve's car on the way to Reefer Rick's house, Eddie's supposed hideout.

He can't be… right?

You and Eddie knew each other reasonably well, though to call you friends would be a bit of a stretch. Your interactions were mostly composed of short conversations and a quick smile here and there when you passed by in the halls.

You found yourself oddly fascinated with him, and it didn't help that he made you weak in the knees every time you saw him, embarrassingly attracted to every little detail. The first time he had given you a tour of his tattoos, you had almost passed out, the sight of him pulling up his shirt enough to make you light-headed.

Contrary to his reputation, he was really a sweet guy, and you couldn't imagine him hurting someone, let alone killing them.

The car pulls up to a rather run-down house next to the lake, and you take a deep breath before climbing out of the vehicle, following your friends as they search for Eddie.

"Eddie! It's Dustin!" Dustin calls out as you enter a boathouse that's clearly seen better days. "Look, we just wanna talk, okay? No cops, I swear. We just wanna help."

You look around, but much like the main house you checked first, it seems empty. "I guess he's not here, guys."

You hear a slight sound of movement, and then Eddie has you up against the wall before you can even think about reacting, the jagged edge of a broken bottle pressing against your throat as his leg slots between yours. He pins your arms above your head, both wrists held in the hand not holding the makeshift weapon.

You gasp, a noise that's only partially from surprise and sounds more like a moan. With their view of you blocked by his body, your friends are unable to see how you arch unconsciously toward Eddie, pressing forward against him.

As soon as you realize what you're doing, you slam back against the wall, praying that Eddie somehow missed what happened.

Something flickers in Eddie's gaze as you lock eyes, a look of lust that's gone so quickly you're not sure if you imagined it.

You're distantly aware of your friends shouting for Eddie to stop, but the only sounds you can focus on are his ragged breathing and your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Eddie's eyebrows raise almost imperceptibly as he moves even closer, the glass digging into your throat as his thigh presses between yours.

You whimper at the feeling, desperately hoping that the others think it's a sound of fear. Trying to keep your breathing shallow, you are keenly aware that with one wrong move, the bottle could draw blood.

Any doubts Eddie might have had about how you were feeling are pushed away as he takes in your reaction, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

"Steve, put down the oar."

Eddie's head turns to look at Dustin, who is trying his best to talk Eddie down, while Steve slowly lowers the oar he had approached you two with.

After a few long moments, Eddie pulls the bottle back, still aimed at your throat but no longer touching your skin. You're hyper-aware of Eddie's thigh still positioned between your legs, shifting slightly underneath you as he talks with the group. Much to your shame, you can feel yourself getting wet, growing increasingly paranoid that Eddie will somehow be able to tell. You inhale sharply as he pushes against you at just the right angle, your hips bucking involuntarily.

You know you shouldn't be so turned on by a threat to your life, but your body seems unaware of that.

Eddie's attention snaps back to you, giving you a knowing look before dropping your wrists and stepping back. You just barely manage not to collapse when he moves away, your knees buckling as Robin rushes up to you. You lean on her for support, your heart still racing as you find somewhere to sit.

You zone out for most of the conversation, listening to Eddie's account of the night of Chrissy's death and then bit and pieces of the explanation of the upside down. You can't help but stare at Eddie, glancing back at him almost immediately every time you force yourself to look elsewhere. Eddie can't seem to keep his eyes off you either, gaze wandering over to you every so often.

You're fully aware of how fucked up it is that your focus is on him during a conversation about a girl's death, but you can't help the less-than-innocent thoughts that keep rising to the surface.

Eventually, after some more conversation, the others agree to go on a supply run, but Dustin insists that someone stay with Eddie just in case.

"I can stay!" You volunteer, internally cringing at how enthusiastic you sound.

"Are you sure? He was a little stabby with you," Robin mimes stabbing someone with a knife.

"It's fine," you assure her, looking over at Eddie.

"I'll be on my best behavior, scout's honor." Eddie holds up three fingers, a wry grin on his face.

"Yeah, alright, fine." Steve rolls his eyes and turns to leave, the rest of the group following behind him.

As you hear the car driving away, you're able to stop pretending like you're focusing on anything but Eddie.

"So uh," you stammer nervously as you stand, trying to think of something to say.

"So uh," Eddie mimics mockingly. "What was all that?"

Your eyes widen. "What do you mean?"

"Don't think I didn't notice the way you were acting earlier." Eddie says, a smirk growing on his face.

You feign nonchalance, pretending to examine your nails. "I don't know what you're taking about."

"Don't play dumb, princess," Eddie's voice lowers, taking on a dark tone that makes you shiver. "Did it turn you on when I pinned you up against the wall? Huh? Did I make you wet when I held that bottle to your pretty little throat?"

Your heart jumps in your throat at his words, and you can't deny the way they're affecting you, a wave of heat going through your body.

"Stop it." Your voice wavers as he stalks towards you. You stumble backward, finding yourself once again with your back against the dark wood of the boathouse.

"Why so shy?" The smirk on Eddie's face turns into a feral grin. "You were so eager before, fucking rutting against my thigh in front of all your friends."

Your chest tightens with a mix of panic and excitement as he invades your space, only a few inches separating you now.

You turn your head to the side to avoid his piercing gaze, squeezing your eyes tightly shut.

"Look at me."

You keep your eyes closed, breath coming in short pants.

"I said, look at me." Eddie grabs your jaw and forces you to face him, your eyes flying open in surprise at the spark of pain that comes with his tight grip.

He takes his hand back and pulls something out of his pocket, flicking it open. He holds it up for you to see, and your breath hitches as a switchblade glints in the light, lips parting in a surprised little oh.

"I think you deserve better than some broken glass, baby," Eddie says as he lifts it to your neck, just barely brushing your skin.

"Eddie," you whimper, "please."

You're not sure if you're asking him to stop or keep going, but Eddie takes it as the latter.

"Don't worry, princess, I'll give you what you need."

Eddie tilts your chin up with the blade's tip, barely brushing his lips against yours.

Throwing all caution to the wind, you grip onto his shirt and pull him into a bruising kiss. He remains still for a moment, clearly surprised by your sudden movement, but quickly begins to kiss you back. There's little finesse in the way his lips move against yours, all technique forgotten in favor of the way he's devouring you.

You whimper as Eddie bites your lip hard enough to draw blood. He swipes his tongue over the wound and groans, grinding his hips forward against you. You can feel how hard he is in his jeans, clearly enjoying this just as much as you.

The knife travels down to the neckline of your shirt, and you gasp as Eddie slices it open, leaving it hanging loosely from your shoulders.

He takes advantage of the newly exposed skin, grabbing onto your chest roughly. Before you can protest, he cuts through your bra as well, stepping back enough to tug the remnants of your clothing down your arms.

Eddie's hands cup your breasts softly as he looks at you almost reverently, a brief moment of gentleness that's quickly gone as the hunger overtakes his gaze.

"God, who knew you'd have such pretty fucking tits?" Eddie tweaks a nipple harshly, chuckling when you cry out. "You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you?"

"Uh huh," you manage to get out, so overwhelmed by what's happening that you're struggling to speak.

One of Eddie's hands trails down to the waistband of your pants, unbuttoning them and unceremoniously shoving his way inside.

"Eddie!" Your back arches as he roughly plunges two fingers inside of you. It's too much all at once, and there's a sharp sting of pain with the pleasure despite how wet you've gotten.

"Fuck, you're dripping baby." Eddie's thumb rolls over your clit, and you spasm around his fingers. "You tried to act all innocent but I knew, god I knew you were just gagging for it."

You reach down and push your remaining clothing down your hips, leaving you completely naked. Hand now unrestricted, Eddie takes full advantage of the new range of motion, fingers thrusting deeper until you can feel the cool metal of his rings trying to push into you.

Eddie suddenly pulls away, leaving you gasping for air. "Get on the table."

You look to see a dusty old table sitting in the corner of the room. "I-"

Eddie cuts you off. "That wasn't a request, (Y/N)."

The look in his eyes leaves no room for protest, and you scramble over to the table. You feel like you should be embarrassed that you're letting him order you around so easily, but the only thing that goes through your mind with every command is yes. Eddie is close behind you and pushes you down the second you reach it, bending you in half over the dusty surface.

"Don't move."

You follow Eddie's instruction, keeping your arms and chest still against the table. You can hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt and a zipper being pulled down, your breath hitching in anticipation.

Eddie wrenches both of your arms behind your back and wraps the belt around your wrists, the soft, worn leather biting with how tightly he binds them. Your shoulders are already starting to ache from the position, and you struggle slightly, trying to get more comfortable. A harsh slap to your ass makes you freeze and cry out.

"I thought I told you not to move," He mocks. "You aren't very good at following instructions, are you, sweetheart?"

"Eddie, please," you whine as you fight to keep yourself still.

"Be a good girl for me," Eddie lines himself up and just barely presses the head of his cock into you, "and beg for it."

Desperation taking over, you have no trouble swallowing your pride and giving him what he wants. "Please, Eddie, please fuck me!"

You muffle a scream as Eddie slams into you in one harsh thrust, wasting no time in setting a brutal pace. With no real prep, the way he's stretching you out is borderline painful, but somehow that makes it even better. You can feel every inch of him so intensely as he fucks into you, splitting you open on his cock.

He grabs your bound wrists and uses them to pull you up, causing you to arch off of the table. The switchblade is in his hand again, and he brings it to rest gently against the base of your throat as he thrusts into you roughly.

"Stay just like that, princess, wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

He presses the blade just a little harder into your skin, and you whimper as you clench around him, unable to control your reaction.

"God, you're fucking filthy," Eddie moans. "Getting off to me holding a knife to your throat."

You want to hate it, to mentally distance yourself from the depraved acts you're committing, but the ever-present danger of the situation is making you wetter than you've ever been before. Eddie is clearly just as into it as you are, a constant string of moans and curses coming from behind you.

He pulls out suddenly and lets you drop back onto the table as he takes a moment to free your hands, leaving you confused and wanting him back inside you immediately. "Eddie?"

You start to push yourself up with shaking arms, but before you can fully stand, Eddie manhandles you over onto your back, lining himself up again before pushing into you with the same force as before.

"Oh, fuck." You practically sob as he angles his hips up slightly to hit the perfect spot, a new wave of pleasure making you spasm around him.

Eddie leans down, and your eyes flutter shut as he kisses you sloppily, cracking open again when you feel his hand wrap around your throat.

"Eddie!" Your eyes roll back as he slowly increases the pressure, limiting your air supply and suppressing your voice.

"Knew you'd like that. You just want to be good for me, don't you, princess? You'll do whatever I want."

You don't even try to deny it, nodding your head the best you can with your neck restrained. Eddie groans as you put your hand on top of his, encouraging him to push down harder, hips stuttering for a moment before falling back into rhythm.

"So fucking perfect for me." With how tight his grip is, you're quickly growing light-headed, and you're sure there'll be bruises left as remnants of his touch when you're done. "Take it so well."

Eddie's free hand snakes down your body to rub at your clit as his hips snap into yours even harder. At this point, you're sure you'll be walking funny for days, remembering the savage way he took you every time you sit down.

The knot in your stomach tightens as you feel yourself getting close, eyes fluttering closed as the feelings threaten to completely overwhelm you.

"You gonna cum?" Eddie looks down at you, the ever-present hunger gleaming in his eyes. "C'mon baby, wanna feel you cum on my cock."

"Eddie!" His name is the only thing you can say as your back arches, vision going white for a moment as the most intense pleasure you've ever experienced wracks your body.

Eddie's thrusts turn frantic as he desperately chases his release, pounding into you with no consideration for your comfort. You can only lay there and take it, blissed-out and practically boneless as you come down from your high.

Hips stuttering, Eddie comes with a choked-out groan of your name, and you moan softly as he spills inside of you. Eddie leans down to kiss you softly, almost tenderly, a stark contrast to the rough treatment that already has you aching in the best way. He pulls away, and you suppress a whimper as he slips out of you, oversensitivity making you wince. He tucks himself back into his pants, and you suddenly feel very exposed, completely naked, while Eddie is now fully clothed. You sit up, crossing your arms over your chest and hunching over slightly.

"Here." Eddie strips off his shirt and hands it to you.

"Thanks." You take it gratefully, slipping it over your head.

Neither of you speaks for a moment, just looking at each other in the fading light streaming through the windows.

"Eddie, I-" You're cut off by the door creaking open, your head snapping towards the sound to watch in horror as your friends make their way in, momentarily unaware of the situation in front of them.

Steve stops in his tracks as he looks around, gaze flickering from Eddie's shirtless body, to his shirt on your body, to your clothes strewn across the floor.

"What the fuck?"

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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All My Roads Lead Back to You Part 3

The part you’ve all been waiting for. Steve and Eddie! We also get the explanation of Edith’s names. True story: A friend of mine got his girlfriend pregnant and she called their daughter Josephine, but he HATED it, so when they broke up, he started calling her Jo to piss the mom off because she hated the nickname.

Part 1 Part 2

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Eddie Munson got out of his car and was impressed by the members of Harri’s band. It was four member group with a guitarist, a bassist, a drummer and a keyboardist. Not quite like his boys, but they seemed like they knew what they were doing.

He opened his mouth to say hello when he stopped dead in his tracks. Standing up from the drum kit was the female version Steve Harrington. Down to the honey colored hair, the hazel eyes, and the freckles. Her hair was shorter than Steve ever kept it, one side half-shaved and the half over her left eye, but it was the same wild locks that made Steve famous in school. He quickly took a couple of pictures with his phone before his son spotted him.

“Dad!” Harri cried, practically throwing himself at his dad.

Eddie gave him a big hug.

“Sweet place you’re friend’s got here,” he said, looking around the garage, slipping his phone into his back pocket. The house couldn’t have been further from the Harrington place in Loch Nora. It was warm browns and cool blues. And that was just what he could see of the garage.

“Come meet her,” Harri said bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly. “She kicks ass.”

Eddie laughed and allowed his son to drag him over to the drum kit. “You know Mandy, and this Kenny Grant. And this is the queen of the castle, Miss Thing.”

Edith laughed and shoved her sticks back into the bucket she kept close by. “Hi, Mr Munson.” She stuck out her hand for him to shake and he took it.

“What’s with the moniker?” Eddie asked, shoving his hands into his pockets with a grin.

“Most of my friends call me Miss Thing because when I was little I was mute and I loved the Addams Family movies, so because I could sign Uncle Dusty called me Miss Thing,” Edith explained. “But everyone else calls me Edie.”

Eddie’s grin grew bigger. “Edie, huh?”

“My full name is Edith Barbara Harrington,” Edie explained. “My dad wanted to name me Lilian, but my mother overruled him. So when she fucked off, Dad started calling me Edie to piss her off.” She pursed her lips and looked at the ground. Eddie was struck by how much she looked like Steve. “At least he got to chose the middle name.”

Eddie’s smile grew fond. “Barbara’s good name.”

Edie just shrugged her shoulders, “Aunt Nancy was pissed Dad got to it first. But as Dad pointed out she told everyone who would sit down for longer than five minutes that she wasn’t going to have kids so...”

“So your dad won that argument,” Eddie finished. “Losing once and while is good for her.”

Edie laughed. “That’s what Dad said. So when her and Uncle Jon had a little girl while doing some expose in Europe somewhere, she stole Lilian from him.”

Eddie chuckled. “Sounds about right.” He looked around. “I want to let you kids get back to practicing so where’s your dad?”

Edie jerked her thumb at the house. “If it’s as bad as it looked, just follow the sounds of retching, you’ll find him.”

Eddie nodded and made his way to the house but as he turned she could have sworn Mr Munson said, “Still getting migraines, the poor bastard.”

Once he was gone Edie turned to Harri. “Does your dad already know my dad?”

Harri frowned. “I’ve never heard my dad mention a Steve or even the last name Harrington in my life.”

Edie looked at the door that led to the house in confusion. “And I’ve never heard of the name Munson before either.” She turned to him. “What did you say your dad’s first name was?”

“I didn’t,” Harri said with grim expression. “It’s Edmond, but everyone calls him Ed or Eddie.”

Edie’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. No wonder I’ve never heard the name before.”

Harri just nodded.

Mandy spoke up. “Hey, guys can we get back to practice?”

Harri and Edie looked at each other and then nodded.

Eddie heard the retching and his heart ached. He hadn’t thought about Steve Harrington for years. Not since Jay’s funeral. They had fallen out long before then, but Steve had been on his mind that rainy day in Hampshire. Mostly cursing him, but a thought nonetheless.

But now he was so far from that man that knelt there sobbing in the rain begging for Jay to come back, maybe this was the universe’s sign that it was time to mend bridges.

He found Steve right where Edie said he’d be, curled in front of a toilet retching his very empty guts out. He crouched down to the side of him and tapped his shoulder.

“Harri?” Steve murmured.

Eddie huffed out a laugh and signed. “Flatterer.”

Steve rolled over to prop himself against the side of the tub and looked at him more closely. “Eddie?”

Again he signed, “Where’s your hearing aid, rock star?”

“On the sink,” Steve muttered. “And I can hear just fine out of my right ear. It’s just the left one that’s a bitch.”

Eddie laughed and reaching behind him grabbed the aid off the vanity top and put in his pocket. “I don’t think you want this to fall into the toilet or the sink for that matter.”

“Dustin would kill me,” Steve agreed warily.

Eddie flushed the toilet and got a washcloth wet. He handed it to Steve.

Steve flushed a bright pink and used it wipe off his face and some of his shirt where he hadn’t made it to the bathroom in time. He washed his hands and threw it in the laundry basket.

“You know I used to make jokes about basketball being nothing more than shooting balls into laundry baskets,” Eddie teased. “Way to prove me right, Harrington.”

Steve gave a half smile. “Don’t make me laugh, I’ll throw up again.”

“And we definitely don’t want that,” Eddie agreed. “Do you think you’re done with your porcelain throne, your majesty?”

Steve rubbed his face and looked down awkwardly. “If you mean to ask if I’m done throwing up, I should be.”

It came out harsher than he meant to, but he didn’t need Eddie bringing up King Steve, not now.

Because he was looking down he missed the flicker of emotion skitter across Eddie’s face.

“Can you stand?” Eddie asked softly.

Steve tried but ended up lurching his direction instead. Eddie scrambled to catch him.

“Whoa there, Harrington,” Eddie murmured. “I’m going to help you up and then get you to your bed. Please tell me it’s not upstairs.”

“It’s not,” Steve murmured. “It’s just down the hall, third door on the left.”

Eddie got his arms under Steve and lifted him to his feet. He propped him against the wall and then lifted him bridal style. Steve merely moaned and buried his aching head into Eddie’s neck to block out the light that would hit his face once they exited the bathroom.

“All right, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Steve nodded.

Eddie slipped out of the bathroom and followed Steve’s directions to the bedroom. The door was open so Eddie was able to walk right in without disturbing Steve.

The room was a far cry from the soulless monstrosity that was Steve’s teenaged bedroom. It was blues and greys and soft downy covers. He had pictures of Edie on his night stand and a large white wardrobe.

“Can you make it to the bed if I set you in front of it?” Eddie murmured.

“I should be able to,” Steve said, strained. “I just had a hard time getting up because I’d been on the floor for so long.”

Eddie pursed his lips. Yep. Yep, that was more likely than Steve not being able to walk. Yep.

“But thanks for the assist,” Steve continued, oblivious of Eddie’s internal panic.

Eddie gently let him down and waited until Steve was able to stand on his own before letting go. Eddie turned down the covers and Steve slid in with a sigh of relief. Eddie draped the blankets over him and tucked him in. He pulled out the hearing aid and placed on the nightstand next to Edie’s picture.

“I’ll send Edie to check on you when they’re done with their practice,” Eddie said softly.

Steve nodded and Eddie turned to leave.

“I didn’t name her after you, you know,” Steve whispered.

Eddie’s shoulders sagged and turned back to face him. “So she said.”

“The nickname though...” Steve said with a chuckle.

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

Steve snuggled further into the pillow. “Mhmm. Did it to piss Addison off.”

There was a story there, Eddie could tell but he didn’t want to press Steve while he was in pain.

“Go to sleep, rock star,” Eddie said instead.

And as he closed the door, Eddie swore he heard Steve murmur, “I missed you.”

Eddie pulled out his cell phone and pressed and held down the number two.

“Eddie!” Dustin greeted. “How are you on this fine spring evening?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” Eddie said in that tone that immediately set Dustin’s teeth on edge. It was the tone that said something had gone horribly wrong and it was up to Dustin to fix it.

“What’s up?” he asked, his voice cracking a bit.

“Well, Uncle Dusty,” Eddie said with a malicious grin on his face. “You’ll never guess where I am.” He turned his phone around and sent the two pictures to him.

“Hold on I got a couple pictures here...” Dustin said trailing off. “Holy fucking shit! Is that Harri with Edie Harrington? At Steve’s house?!”

“It most certainly is,” Eddie continued. “Would you care to tell me why I wasn’t informed OUR KIDS WENT TO THE SAME SCHOOL!” he whisper-screamed, knowing that Steve was just down the hall and his kid was in the garage.

Dustin pulled the phone away from his ear and rubbed his ear with his finger. “Sheesh, dude. You’re loud. Even when you’re trying to be quiet.”

Eddie pushed his fingers into his eye as he fought to tamp down on his temper. “Dustin...” he said, slow, dark and sharp.

“Look, man,” Dustin said. “I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I warned you that if you moved back to Indy there was a chance you’d see Steve. And as for your guys’s kids going to the same school, you had to know that was possibility. You moved into the richest neighborhood. Which is where Steve has lived for the last five years.”

Eddie ground his teeth and seethed. Because Dustin was right, the little butthead. He had been warned. A lot of people had warned him.

“Fuck!” Eddie hissed into his phone. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t uproot Harri again. It’d kill him.”

“So don’t,” Dustin said. “You don’t have to interact with Steve outside your kids being in the same band and going to the same school. I don’t think my Mom and Joyce ever spent more than five minutes in each others’ company at time and they liked each other.”

“I don’t think I can do it,” Eddie whispered. “When I came over he was in the throes of one of his migraines and from the look of it, it was one of the bad ones. You know what a bleeding heart I am...”

Dustin sighed. “So you helped with a migraine. You remembered how to do it. Congrats. I still don’t see how you can’t just avoid him in the future. You know,” he said bitterly, “like you have for the last twenty years.”

“Hey,” Eddie bit out. “You know why. You fucking know why.”

Dustin scoffed. “And I still think it’s bullshit. So go on then, why can’t you ignore him now?”

Eddie took a deep breath and let out in a shuddering sigh. “As I was leaving after helping him get back to bed, he said...”

“Wait, wait, hold up,” Dustin said. “You helped him to bed?”

“Fuck, Dustin,” Eddie snapped. “Not like that. I just made sure he didn’t fall down.” Which was a lie. But that’s what Dustin got when he insinuated there was more to it than that. “Anyways, he said that he missed me and that though Edith wasn’t his choice, calling her Edie was definitely in honor of me. How the hell am I supposed to walk away from that?”

There was silence on the line for a moment or two and Eddie thought he’d lost the connection.

“No,” Dustin agreed, soft and solemn. “I don’t think I would’ve been able to walk away either.”

“What do I do?” Eddie whined.

“I think you know what to do,” Dustin said. “Stop running away.”

Eddie let out another shuddering breath. “Yeah. It’s time.”

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musedblues · 1 year

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Another Little Piece

a/n: im supposed to be writing a completely different story but i literally dreamed this monstrosity up after too much nyquil. sorry it's so sad that's my brand i guess.

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Ever since Eddie came back, he'd felt further away than before.

Maybe it was how you'd reacted to the news. When your beloved metal headed lover showed up at your door after having gone on the run for the police, dirty and tired and all scratched up; you sat in stunned silence as he explained to you everything that had happened in deadly detail.

Eddie explained to you why he'd run away from home the night the cheerleader wound up dead in Wayne's living room. He told you how Dustin and Steve and company had found him and how Eddie wound up in the upside down. He explained the upside down to you. He showed you his scars. He cried and you sat in stunned silence. You thought he'd died. You were busy planning a funeral. But then he was back and talking a mile a minute about something you could barely comprehend.

"Oh God, do you think I've lost my mind?" Eddie tried to laugh, but you could tell he was really worried in his asking. And because you were stunned, you waited one second too long to respond. And even though your answer was no, that beat of silence caused Eddies face to turn irrevocably twisted into an expression of upset you couldn't bear to see. You assured him over and over, once you got the words out, that you believed him. That you were sorry you weren't there with him. That you'd always been on his side through frenzy that erupted through Hawkins.

Or maybe it was the way you'd tried to make him feel normal again. You made plans and insisted on going out with Eddie as often as possible. Plans he'd never want to follow through. Maybe it was the night you kept asking too many questions, trying to understand better what he'd gone through. Maybe it was just the fact that what Eddie had gone through shifted something within him that couldn't be nudged back with good intentions.

It was the first day of Spring when you woke up to find him gone; again. Unlike the night he disappeared on the run from what killed Chrissy; he was prepared this time. Your shared drawers were disheveled, his clothes missing. His guitar gone from the stand in the corner. Your heart vanished, all the same. You ran from room to room as if you'd find him, ending up outside hoping the bike tire tracks out of the drive would give away the direction he'd fled. No matter, you'd lost Eddie.

But you weren't about to let him get away with it again. And this time, with a better idea of where to go looking, you took off into town.

The first stop was Wayne's place. When he finally answered your pounding at his door, he looked just as worried as you felt. But he'd gotten good at being reasonable. After telling Wayne that Eddie vanished with all his things, and learning your man hadn't ended up at his uncles, you both decided not to panic. Wayne told you to keep looking around town, and if you both had too, you'd figure out the next step when night fell. You thanked the elder fellow for keeping you calm and laying out a loose plan to follow.

And so your search went on. You stopped at the record store, the guitar shop, the convenience store, the school, all of his bandmates homes and his old hiding places. Every place you went looking for Eddie disappointed you. The weather seemed to turn chilly as the sun sank low in the sky. The breeze cut your face as you paced through town. As you sat waiting for your car to warm, you realized your nose wasn't running from the cold but from the tears you could no longer keep contained.

So you sat in the old mall parking lot and cried until your throat went dry. And then you drove back to Wayne. You didn't want to. You didn't want a new plan. You didn't want to keep looking or figure out a next step. You wanted your boyfriend back and better. And when you found Wayne waiting on the steps of his home, you realized nothing was quite the same at all. It hadn't been and it wasn't about to be.

"What are you doing?" You asked with a sniffle, halting your approach in the gravel pathway as Wayne looked up, his elbows on his knees, a cigarette burning between his fingers.

"He's here. He's safe. You don't need to worry." The man nodded, matter of factly. You breathed a sigh of relief, moving to race inside, to dote over the man you'd been missing for longer than a day. But before you could break out into your intended sprint, Wayne stopped you.

"But, darlin', he don't wanna see you right now." Wayne was slow to stand, looking regretful as he held a hand out to signal you to stay right where you were. You thought you're heart had up and gone when Eddie did, this morning. But it was still beating somewhere inside you, you realized, when it ached in a way it never had before.

"Wha- well, why not?" You stuttered, looking toward the windows, hoping if you caught a glimpse of Eddie you could get him to come out, or let you in.

"Look I don't know." Wayne spoke, stepping down to approach you now. "I don't like not lettin' ya in but he'- I don't know, he just needs more time I think."

"It's been months." You cried, voice dull as the voice around your throat grew tighter.

"I know." Wayne frowned, seemingly just as unhappy about this situation as you. "I know. Look kid, just come back in a day or two. I'll do my best to talk some sense into him, deal?"

You listened, letting your hands cover your face as you cried yet again. Wayne stood there a while longer, promising he'd do what he could to help. And you knew he would.

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The knocking at your door stirred you from your slumber. A shot of hopeful adrenaline coursed through your system, could it be Eddie? No, you realized, as sadness numbed you. Eddie wouldn't knock. He would barge in and jump on the bed or kiss you awake. But a false hope ached at your core, because things had been so different since he'd gotten back. Maybe, just maybe, he was a knocker now?

Steve Harrington was the last person you'd expected to see on your doorstep. You'd never known him, you'd never cared to. So, when you found out Eddie's adventure away featured the infamous jock, you'd been more surprised by that fact than most anything else.

"Is Eddie here?" Steve wondered right away.

"No, but you are. Weird right?" You noted the quizzical quirk that appeared on Steves face as he sighed and decidedly told you why he'd shown up.

"Look, during the... the thing that happened, Eddie and I talked. He helped me realize some stuff and I just really could use more of his input. Could you let him know I stopped by?"

You bit your lip to cease the tears that threated to sting the backs of your eyes.

"Look, he's staying with Wayne. You'd have better luck stopping by there. I don't know when I'll be seeing him again."

"Wait what?" Steve waved a hand, confusion engulfing his features.

"I dunno." You shrugged and shifted your weight as you stood in the doorway. "I woke up on two days ago and he was gone." You'd stopped by the trailer like Wayne instructed, last night, and it went almost exactly like the one before. You were turned away with little to know information and an invitation to try again some other time. Steve stared at you, his befuddled expression unchanging.

"Okay, let me use your phone." Steve barged his way past you, inside your home. You watched with a slacked jaw as the guy headed right for the receiver on the stand by the sofa.

"Waynes number." Steve demanded, and because you were so caught off guard by his unexpected company and actions, you told him. After a beat of silence, waiting for someone to pick up the other line, Steve smiled with a hand on his hip.

"Hey, Edwardoooo!" Steve gave you a thumbs up, like a plan you'd worked on together had come together. Your heart dropped when you realized Eddie had picked up, and was listening to Steves call. Why did he get to talk to him? Why were you being left in the dark?

"Listen man, meet me at the diner? It's an emergency." Steve plead, and after another beat of silence, he nodded. Then he put the receiver down and told you to grab a jacket. You were both going to the dinner.

"Thanks." You muttered, confused, pissed, hopeful.

This wasn't how you pictured spending your year. You'd planned to watch Eddie graduate and to by a little piece of land and start a new job. You planned to help Eddies band get gigs in the shitty bars across town. You were fully unprepared for these new plans. For such lingering hurt and worry to haunt the outlines of your every waking moment. You were fully unprepared to hold small talk with Steve Harrington from the passenger seat of his car. You were fully unprepared to try and win Eddie back. You were fully unprepared to have lost him once, let alone all over again.

Steve bought you a coffee and started rambling about Nancy, and before you knew it he was asking you for the advice he'd sought after Eddie for. Inside, you scoffed. Outside, you listened and tried to offer the best answers you could to the guy's dilemma. Should he risk it all and publicly express his undying love for his high school sweetheart? Or should he let her go off with the man she'd been in a long-distance relationship with for longer than anyone had expected? You didn't know.

But your opinion on his quandary didn't matter anymore. Because Eddie was walking in. His eyes squinted as he searched the eatery for the man who'd called him here. He looked tired, he looked like the man you'd loved the most of all. He looked right at you.

When Eddies eyes locked with yours, for one moment, your heart soared. You sat up a little straighter, you began to open your mouth to call him over. But he spun around and hurried out of that dumpy diner faster than he'd waltzed in. Leaving Steve disappointed. Leaving you irate. Enough was enough.

"Maybe you two need my input more than I need yours..." Steve wondered aloud, watching you struggle to contain your hurt. He'd watched the whole thing play out, seemingly more confused than before. "I think you should let me take you over to Waynes. Don't ask to see him. Make him talk. He's running away from his problems again. But you don't have to let him keep at it."

You sniffled back tears as a fiercer hotter anger swelled with in you, and nodded, agreeing to Steves plan. You hadn't expected Steve Harrington to show up at your door or save the day. You'd thank him later.

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Wayne opened the door, sad eyes flashing with shock when you stormed past him, apologizing with each step. He moved instantly to let you through, and you noticed out of the corner of your eye as the guy grabbed a hat and let the door shut on his way out.

Your march through the trailer ended when you reached Eddies opened doorway. He was slumped in a chair, head rested on a fist, a cassette blaring from his radio. He didn't look at you. Instead, he let both of his hands cover his face as you started to yell.

"Tell me you don't love me anymore. Tell me you're moving out, tell me what's wrong. Say something. But don't just fucking disappear again. I cannot take it again Eddie."

"I do love you!" He shouted back, uncovering his features, eyes leaking instant tears. You'd never seen him so distraught. Not when his car broke down on the way to a Metallica show. Not when he got back from the upside down. His heartbreak was never so apparent as it was now.

"Then what the fuck is wrong!" You demanded to know, throwing your hands in the air as the man you loved rose from the seat he'd occupied.

"I wake up from those crazy fucking nightmares and I see that you're not sleeping. I stay home from all those stupid parties that I know you want to go to, and you stay at home with me. I can't eat the dinner you make because I can't keep it down. I'm in the fucking way. I'm in your way. And I don't know how to get over all the shit that happened. But I do know I can't fucking live with myself if I keep dragging you down with me."

"Shit Eddie, I'd rather never sleep again so long as I knew we got to share a bed each night!" You pointed as he paced before you. Then Eddie stepped an inch away to let his grasp engulf the sides of your face. His hold on you was delicately gentle, his response was manic.

"That's romantic but it's bullshit." He hissed, his glossy eyes widening under a furrowed brow. "I'm gonna fuck this up eventually. You're gonna get sick of me screaming in my sleep. You're gonna tell me I'm wasting perfectly good food. You're gonna start going to all all those parties without me and come home to find out I still can't move on. I don't want us to end like that. So I'm ending things on my own terms, get it?"

"No, I don't fucking get it!" You cried, reaching for the man's arms and softly shoving his hands away from your face. "You don't just get to decide the future. You don't just get to decide what I think or what I might get sick of! You sure as fuck don't get to just leave. I know you don't want that. And I know you know I don't either. And that should be enough for now."

"So this is what you want? Because this is what it's like now." Eddie frowned, gesturing at the space between the two of you. Acknowledging the fight, the confusion, the hurt.

"Yes." You rang, voice still raised, desperate for your point to become clear.

"I'm gonna ruin your life. I'm gonna be a bitch. I don't know what else." Eddie warned in a whimper, seemingly exhausted. He probably wasn't sleeping well here, either. Not in the home he'd fled that housed such trauma.

"Sure, maybe." You pointed, eyes piercing into his. "But I'm choosing that. I'm begging you to let me deal with whatever happens. Now..." You shuddered a deeply held breath and tried to lower your tone, speaking up again more gently, "I'm gonna go make some tea, and then I'm going home. I want you to come with me. I want you to pack up all your shit and come with me. But if you don't, and I leave by myself, I'll be back in the morning. I won't stop coming back here until we work this out."

Eddie stood silent, watching you speak. You declared your final statement and watched him begin to decide his next move. After you'd announced your intentions, you stormed out of the room and put the kettle on. Try as you might to hear a bag unzip or a closet door shut, Eddies cassette drowned out any other noise.

You sipped your tea, trying to make it last as long as you could. Trying to give him as much time as possible. But the longer the clock ticked, the more your hopes crashed further to the floor. He wasn't coming out of that room. He wasn't coming back with you.

You abandoned your borrowed mug and slipped past Wayne as he arrived back, a million questions in his gaze. You couldn't meet his eye, however, and mumbled something about seeing him around.

You wished Steve had waited up to give you a lift home. You wished you lived on the same side of town, that the night air wasn't so cold. You wished you knew how to get to the upside down. You wished you'd gone there with Eddie, that you knew exactly what he went through. There was nothing more you could do or say, nothing that you hadn't already tried. Maybe Eddie was right. Maybe the pair of you couldn't make this work, even if that's what you both wanted.

"Hey, wait up."

You stalled, turning to find someone standing at the bend of the dirt path you were near the end of. Eddie was there, guitar slung over his back, bag in hand. You let your gaze sweep across the expanse of his figure, lean and scared. His features wrought; his hair frizzy. And you fell a little more in love; knowing that even through terse shared words and the uncertainty of the days ahead, love still kept the pair of you tethered. That even if you couldn't make it work, that he was about to let you try.

Eddie stepped deeper into the night, closer to you. He grinned when you took his bag in your hands and told him you loved him as you started to share the long walk back home together. And that was enough for now.

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 2 years

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Linger

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Plus Size Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Warnings: Spoilers for S.4

Prompt: I would definitely be interested in anything with Steve Harrington and a plus size reader!!! + hugs that last a little longer than they should

Normally i’d ask for a prompt go along with this request, but I had something in mind, so here you go.

Note: In this house what happened in S4. Vol. 2, that we do not speak of, that didn’t actually happen.

It's silly, but not at the same time, the way you're so utterly hyper aware of Steve Harrington and every little thing he does or says. It's that hyper awareness that makes you feel like you're going crazy sometimes, like you're imagining the things you notice. Like right now, how his hugs seem to linger. It’s a combination of insecurity and hope that makes you wonder if his hugs mean something more, if the linger is that of a good friendship or the chance that maybe, just maybe, your startlingly large crush is returned.

It's typical for you to hug Steve goodbye, you hug all your friends goodbye, always have done. You were known as the hugger, and the 'good hugger' at that, your physical softness apparently making you ripe for hugging. You're not necessarily surprised by that, you're bigger, you're softer, where Nancy and Robin are lean lines, more angular than you, you are round curves and a soft stomach and that naturally changes the way you hug, how it feels to hug you, the same way hugging Steve differs from hugging Nancy or how hugging Robin feels different to hugging Hopper.

The thing about hugs with Steve is that they never used to linger. At the start they were quick, his hands always detached from you as he patted your back in an awkward sort of manner before pulling away. They were so quick that sometimes it felt like they might as well not happen at all, a wave or a handshake felt longer than those first few hugs...and then it changed. Slowly, over time, each moment lasting just a little bit longer.

You held on a little longer, Steve's arms would tighter around you just a little bit more, hands holding you against him rather than awkwardly patting your back. Then it developed from there even more, an almost ridiculous reluctance to pull away forming, even as you did so, his hands would linger on the thickness of your waist or the width of your hips, yours trailing down his arms, as if two magnets struggling to pull apart. Then his lips would find the crown of your head, your temple, your forehead, your cheek, one last effort to make the moment last longer, eyes intense and smiling, the inevitable sound of Dustin or Mike gagging at the gesture, enough to make you believe that maybe you weren’t imagining it, that this was truly happening. That it was something a bit more than friendship that pushed Steve to linger, encouraged you to stay bound in his arms.

It doesn’t help that you’ve had a rough few days; Eddie being hunted down for murder, Vecna, Max being hunted by Vecna, Chriss dying, Jason being a supreme cult leader, Eddie nearly dying, Max in hospital, no idea if she’ll even wake up, Hawkins splitting in two...fuck, it’s been so utterly rough, so horrendously difficult that saying goodbye to Steve feels so extremely difficult, like if you leave him, if you blink, he’ll be gone too. Like you’ll never see him again.

It’s why you push your cheek further into his chest, warmth and the steady beating rhythm of his heart beneath your ear as your arms wrap as tight as they can around his waist. It feels like Steve understands, he doesn’t say a word, but his arms wrap around you tight, squeezing pressure that helps the almost insurmountable feeling in your chest to ease, one of his hands cupping the back of your neck, fingers digging into a tight spot there. His chin lands on the top of your head, a weight, familiar and welcome as you close your eyes and just breathe him in. Like this, it’s easy to feel like you’re surrounded by Steve, like you’re the only two people in the world as the hug doesn’t just linger, but prolongs itself.

You don’t want to let go. Don’t want to leave. Don’t want to go back to your empty house, your parents away on holiday, leaving you alone. Now an adult, now seen as responsible enough to care for the house while they enjoy the freedom of their child being an adult, finally. But, the world might be ending and you’re so fucking tired but so very scared at the same time.

It’s almost like he knows what you’re thinking as he presses a kiss to your hair and mumbles out just loud enough for you to hear it, “Sleepover at mine?” It’s not something you’ve really done before, not normal for you and Steve to sleep round the other’s house, but the world is going to shit and maybe next year won’t even exist, maybe next week won’t, or tomorrow, and you really don’t want to leave Steve so you just nod under the weight of his chin and let him lead you to his car.

Even that sees a reluctance to separate, an arm wrapped around your shoulders and neck, side pressed fully against your own, so close that you bump each other as you walk and find yourselves veering off course with each step.

And maybe...maybe it’s not that the world is ending and you’re good friends, maybe, maybe it’s that you and Steve have been toeing the line between friendship and lovers for a while now, and the reality is that maybe you won’t get even a year together. Maybe the world is ending and maybe whatever hesistancy that always caused you to pull away is gone, replaced with a new found reality that lingering, being as close as you can for as long as you can is worth it because who knows what’s going to happen. Why fear rejection and humilation? Why fear the potential for unrequited love when everything might not even exist tomorrow?

All you know is wherever hell is, you’ll be in the thick of it, with Steve. Wherever he is, you’re not going to be far behind.

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tiannasfanfic · 2 years

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Blood Doll: Part 2

VampSteve x VampReader x VampEddie (Angst)

Summary: Humans are such fragile creatures, a fact Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson don't fully realize until they're not human anymore. They realize this after they accidentally hurt their favorite human: you. [Part 1] [Crossposted to AO3]

Rating: Explicit - 18+

Author Note: Gender neutral reader, they/them pronouns used, part 2 of 3. More stuff that wouldn't get out of my head until I wrote it out. Enjoy! 💜🖤

CW: Reader has effects of severe brain damage (little cognitive function, motor skills and speech capabilities); vampire stuff (resurrection, blood drinking, daylight sleeping, healing factor); light descriptions of severe injuries healing (no details, only the parts that are healing, everything else is left to the imagination); discussion of mercy killing.

Word Count: 2,123

The change is a complicated process. While it’s a similar experience that every vampire shares and can bond over, the process can differ wildly from person to person. This seemed based on the state a person was in at the time of the turning. Steve and Eddie had been, for the most part, whole and healthy when they were bitten the first time, despite the further bat attacks that happened afterwards. There had been very little in need of repair, just a little restructuring at the cellular level was needed.

You though? Not so much.

Your body had been broken when Eddie fed you his blood around the ventilator. Your body was still broken when they snuck you out of the morgue, your form trembling in unimaginable pain as Eddie carried you through the empty halls. He clutched you close to his chest as they hurried out to Steve’s car, cradling you in his arms with his leather jacket wrapped tightly around you like a blanket.

The boys never left your side as the damage from the wreck healed, giving you regular drinks of their own blood to help ease your pain. The simpler structures healed quickly, like your skeletal system, the breaks and sprains knitting back together easily enough. Things that were more complicated took longer, such as complex webs of muscles and tendons that held everything together, as well as other soft tissues such as your skin. Your nervous system was the last thing to repair itself. Within a few days, you were whole again.

Physically, at least. Your brain, however, was a completely different story.

The brain was a very delicate thing. A very, very delicate thing. So delicate, in fact, a hard bump on the head just right can completely change someone’s personality. But you’d gotten more than just a hard bump on the head. The wreck had left you with severe, life altering damage.

Your cognitive capabilities were nearly shot, you could say very little outside of their names, simple sentences, and simple questions. Asking where the hell you were when you woke up was about as complicated as you could manage. So much of your memory was gone that Steve and Eddie were thankful you even knew who they were. You couldn’t get around the trailer or do anything without help. You never really tried too either. If they didn’t try to interact with you, you just stayed sitting wherever they put you, staring off into space.

Weeks went by with little change. Eddie grew more depressed and anxious as the time went on and Steve couldn’t blame him. You hadn’t shown any changes mentally since your body had healed. You were a blank slate almost, like you were awake yet still unconscious at the same time. It was no way to live, Steve knew that. But he pushed that out of his mind. He wasn’t going to think about that, couldn’t bring himself to even get near thinking about that.

Even though they kept feeding you their blood and it seemed to do just fine at holding off your hunger, neither of them fed from you. They didn’t discuss it; it was just an unspoken agreement. Things had really changed between you all now and they didn’t want to assume they still had your consent. Asking you for it now would do no good since you weren’t fully informed of what was going on. You barely seemed to know where you were most nights much less understand what you are now.

That wasn’t to say it wasn’t hard to restrain themselves. Far from it. For some reason, you smelled even more delicious now than you did as a human. It confused Steve since no other human smelled like you. He had noticed that fact immediately once he returned to the normal aspects of his life, like working a job. Bills still needed to be paid even when you were a vampire.

But, on the other hand, you didn’t smell like other vampires either. To be fair, Eddie was the only other vampire he had to compare you to, and Eddie didn’t have much of a scent to him anymore since he turned. Plus, Steve could tell he wasn’t the only one experiencing it. While he never brought it up, he could tell just by way Eddie acted fidgety around you that he was feeling it too.

They tried to keep things as normal for you as they could while they gave you more time to heal. They’d help you move to the living room and put the tv on so you would have something to watch. They tried to always keep it on programs they knew you liked or thought you might like. They took turns taking you for short walks outside around the trailer like you sometimes did before. At sunrise, they’d curl up on either side of you on the small bed, the three of you pressed tightly together since neither of them was willing to sleep apart from you, even just in the next room. They both had trouble sleeping these days, but you always knocked right out, always turning to cuddle up into one or the other.

One day while Steve was trying to sleep, it dawned on him that it seemed like you were giving each of them a turn to curl up with you. He started paying more attention, and discovered he was right. Every night, you started out the night by falling asleep turned in the opposite direction from the night before. Last night, for instance, you had curled up into Eddie. Tonight, you were curled up into Steve. This gave him a flutter of hope. Somewhere in your brain, you still knew they both needed you and you wanted to be there for both of them. Maybe it also meant you needed them both too.

That’s how Steve was choosing to take it, at least, but Eddie was so depressed he was highly doubtful. There wasn’t much hope left in the metal head, so Steve chose to have enough hope for all three of you.

A few days later, Steve felt validated in his hope when you suddenly sat upright in bed, ripping yourself from his arms in the process and scaring the hell out of both men. They were up in an instant, trying to figure out what was wrong. You’d never done anything like this before.

You were quiet, but most importantly calm, your eyes slowly sweeping the room. Your brow was slightly furrowed, as if you were trying to remember something. There was a small spark of life in your eyes that had been absent ever since you woke up in the morgue.

Steve suddenly recognized your expression. He grabbed Eddie, pulling him back from you slightly so he would let go of your arms and stop trying to talk to you. Eddie looked like he wanted to punch Steve until he pointed out what he was seeing.

You looked like you always did when you’d taken an extra-long nap after they’d fed. It usually only happened when they got too carried away and accidentally drank too much from you, resulting in naps in the ten-to-twelve-hour range. You’d have this period of time upon waking where you were still far from conscious, the fatigue from blood loss completely slowing your mind down to levels where you acted almost drugged out. When you woke up in that state, you would always sit up and look around the room for a while like this, as if to remind yourself of where you were. Then you would curl back up in the arms of whoever had fed from you and they’d hold you until your head cleared.

It wasn’t long before the spark faded from your eyes and was gone, replaced by the blank look that had become your normal expression. You quietly laid back down, turning towards Steve again like you had earlier. He immediately laid down with you, taking you into your arms. It didn’t take long before you were asleep again.

Over the next few weeks, this became a frequent occurrence, getting to where it was happening a few times a week. It wasn’t just at night, either. Sometimes you would just look around the room from your spot on the couch, and sometimes you would stand up to do it. You really made progress one night when you wandered from room to room, looking at and touching random things as you went. Your face was that confused expression, which spark back in your eyes. Steve and Eddie could barely contain their excitement. It was the first time you had walked unguided since you came back. After a while, you meandered back to the couch and didn’t move again.

While they hoped it was a major sign of progress, instead you seemed to regress after that.

The moments of attempted recognition ended. You virtually stopped talking or doing anything, even when prompted. They had to pick you up whenever they needed you to move you somewhere. It was as if you were an actual living doll now.

Close to the eight-month mark after your turning, with a long time since the last sign of life from you, they had the conversation Steve had been dreading. Surprisingly, it was Eddie who initiated it.

“Steve are we being selfish assholes?” he asked.

It forced them both to think about it. Clearly turning you hadn’t brought you back. Physically, yes, but everything that made you who you were as a person was long gone. Eddie said you reminded him of a zombie, only without the eating brains. The only reason Steve could figure was, you had actually died before they attempted to turn you. Brain death was as real as body death, and you can’t bring something back from the dead. They both knew what they had to do.

But how do you kill the person you love, even out of mercy?

That’s exactly what they hadn’t figured out a few days later when a series of major storm fronts swept through Hawkins. It was a nightmare for Steve and Eddie. The high winds, thunder and lightning reminded them a little too much of that night in the Upside Down. It left them both riddled with anxiety, unable to sleep properly for days. Once it was all over and they finally could sleep, they slept hard.

Even though they had gone to sleep shortly before dawn, it was a couple hours after nightfall when they awoke. Normally they got anywhere from five to eight hours each. Now Steve understood part of the reason why you were always so disoriented from your really long naps.

After Steve groggily sat up and saw the time, he felt a pang of guilt. He knew you had been awake for some time now. You usually woke up before either of them. Since you would just lay there until one of them moved you, neither of them liked to just leave you waiting on them like that.

Just as he was about to turn to you to wish you good morning like he always did, Eddie cried out with surprise.

“Where’s Y/N?!?”

Steve whipped around. Sure enough, you weren’t laying between them anymore. A frantic glance around the room told him you weren’t anywhere in there either.

Steve and Eddie frantically scrambled out of bed and made for the main part of the trailer. As they reached the living room, they both skidded to a stop. They didn’t move, would’ve stopped breathing if they still did such a thing, and gawked at the dream they saw before them.

You were standing in front of the open refrigerator, peering inside of it with one hand resting on the open door, the other on your hip. It looked like you had just gotten out of the shower, your clothes exchanged for a long towel that was wrapped around your body. Your hair had been towel dried, but was still wet, dripping water down your torso and arms.

Steve heard a loud whimper next to him from Eddie, but he couldn’t bring himself to tear his gaze away from you to look at his friend. You might disappear if he did.

Instead of disappearing though, the sound drew your attention, and you looked over. A smile came to your face when you saw them. Steve looked into your eyes and his heart soared at what he saw.

You. You were in there again.

“Morning, sleepyheads,” you said, then turned back to the refrigerator. “I’m starving but absolutely nothing sounds good and everything we have is expired. Didn’t we just go shopping last week?”

(To be concluded in Part 3…)

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