#eddie is officially a wheeler sibling in this fic

[queenie-ofthe-void]

A Desperate Fool - Part 2

written for @steddiemicrofic

Prompt: 'top' | wc: 510 | rated: T | cw: hurt/no comfort (comfort is coming I promise!), mentions of child abandonment, breakup fic, AU-Modern Rockstar!Eddie

Part 1

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“Hey, Teddy Bear!”

Eddie quickly scans for the voice piercing the buzzing swarm of paparazzi outside his home. It’s a cold winter night, yet after his public outburst with Robin a week ago and the ensuing onslaught of viral videos, they never seem to leave. Attention that used to have him feeling on top of the world now only leaves him feeling like the scum of the earth.

The overtly personal nickname rings through his memories, filling him with hope and dread in equal measure.

If I’m your baby, Eds, then you’re my Teddy Bear.

A swath of red hair and a high fade catch his gaze against the light snowfall. The boy’s usual charming smile’s been replaced with a cold stare, while she’s actively scowling. Eddie rushes through the crowd, excited to see them after so long despite the circumstances. He pulls them into the safety of his home, slamming the door behind them.

“Did you honestly think Steve was the only person you abandoned?” Max asks, before Eddie can even say hello.

Abandoned. A low blow, throwing Eddie’s childhood in his face, at least before he was adopted in all but name by the Wheeler’s. But coming from Max, he thinks maybe it’s fair play. She’s always been more Harrington than Mayfield, Lucas too. Out of the bunch, they’ve always been Steve’s kids.

“Mike had to go back to therapy! Nancy actually cried,” she spits, pacing the foyer while Lucas stands stoic by the door. 

“I didn’t think they’d-” Eddie starts before he’s interrupted.

“What? That your family wouldn’t be upset, feel as betrayed as Steve?” Lucas finally speaks up. “So when you bragged about outgrowing your roots, that wasn’t supposed to mean us too?”

Eddie shrinks in on himself. He’s being admonished in his own home, and he knows he deserves it. He knows, truly. He just can’t handle the overwhelming aches of guilt and regret, which pang louder with each disappointed loved one. Another reminder he’d surrounded himself with people who only care about Metal Munson. 

He’s foolishly desperate to win back his family, people who loved him for himself. He wants to be Eddie again. His baby’s Teddy Bear.

“What-” he tries again, forcing words around the growing knot in his throat and watery eyes. He’s cried so much lately. “Why are you here?”

Max eyes him skeptically, glancing at Lucas and sharing a look Eddie can’t decipher. They make a silent decision, and she moves to stand by her husband at the door.

“Steve’s getting married this summer,” she states, like it’s nothing. Like it’s not the end of Eddie’s world.

The tears fall, then. He loses control of a sob before he gets his voice back. “To who?” he pitifully asks, pretending he actually wants to know.

“You don’t know her,” Lucas replies.

Her. Her. Herherherher.

“Oh,” Eddie says softly. He can’t stop shaking, or is the earth quaking beneath him.

Max sighs, sympathetic, and rips his world open further still.

“Steve wants to talk, but you’ll have to get through Nancy first.”

Part Three

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I SWEAR it's gonna get better!!! Some solid Eddie and Nancy comfort coming up next. Think I might keep adding on to this fic via prompts only but we'll see.

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Oh my god!!! That Steve/baby sister fic!!! If you ever want to build it out more I’d be obsessed (ie the party + extended party’s reactions, hop + Joyce and how everyone pitches in)

╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯ awwww anon!!!!!

Honestly I have been thinking about it and I know I put in the tags of the original post, buuuut. Robin called Steve Bud or Buddy which morphed into Bubba when they are being particularly soft with each other, and the baby (who I am possibly leaning towards calling Tina so her nickname can be Tintin because it's cute idk) picks up on it so calls Steve her Bubba. Also because "he's my big brother" can sort of become "he's my Bubba!" If words are smushed together by baby babble

But before all that, Steve (who walked to work that day because he didn't have a baby car seat yet and wasn't going to leave his baby sister whom he always wanted and loves so dearly already ALONE or worse. With their FATHER.) goes to, of all people, Mrs. Wheeler for help. He'd go to Joyce but she's working and Karen Wheeler has the youngest kid he knows so is the best bet for maybe getting some tips and also maybe a carrier because the bjorn isn't going to cut it for long. So he goes and Mr. Wheeler immediately thinks Steve's Accidental Baby Acquisition is due to Steve's own recklessness. (Steve is a prolific lover, sure, but he's smart and safe about it! When he was thirteen his dad sat him down for a talk about not wanting the disgrace of a shotgun wedding and his grandpa gave him a run down of venereal diseases he saw (didn't mention having but. Well.) His pals have in WWII that put the fear of God in him regarding unsafe sex. Moreso than the potential babies. So. He's always very careful. For this very reason!! Except apparently his dad didn't use his own advice but Steve isn't complaining because, once again, he always wanted a little sibling.)

Anyways the wheelers are like ohhhh a Harrington Scandal not involving the boy our daughter dated? Okay sure here's Holly's old baby carseat. Hopper is just. He's like. I thought Steve and that kid I kept giving warnings to about selling dope to were a thing and Steve is like "will people stop assuming she's mine!! I know I am a bit of a slut but I am terrified of chlamydia!!! And even if this WAS my fault (which it is not and also she's a gift I love you little baby sister you're the light of my life) I am taking responsibility for it so maybe we all need to be a little less judgy hmmm??"

Joyce and Karen give him some hand me down baby clothes and books, some good tips about feeding and burping and things like that, and Claudia and Sue offer to come passive aggressively congratulate Steve's dad.

Dustin is a little jealous because this Steve Time is going to be encroached upon by This Literal Infant but Steve is like Dustin... you are my Little Brother... My silly pal...Now you have a sister too!! 🥰 And Dustin is like Oh Shit That's Right and proceeds to try to teach this Literal Infant, it cannot be stressed enough that she is a few months old and cannot stay sitting up by herself, how to build a radio.

Eddie is just trying to not have a heart attack from the concentration of Pure Longing activated by seeing Steve With A Baby and has also been forbidden from playing anything loud near them. He is fine and deals with this by writing ballads that make Gareth gag from their sweetness and Jeff have a very knowingly indulgent look when he sees the lyrics. But Gareth lets he hit his drums with he baby hands and Jeff pretends she stole his nose so they aren't that put out by it.

El is Fascinated by the tiny human and asks lots of questions and wants to play with her, give her experiences of softness and kindness right off the bat she knew she herself was denied, so she's often the official baby holder when Steve needs to do something when the Party is around.

The rest of the party is pretty meh on the baby. Sure it's exciting at first but she just kinda becomes part of regular life. They take turns doing actual babysitting for Steve so he can work or run errands or even, gasp, have some normal early adult fun times, but it's all pretty regular. Erica is glad she's not the party baby anymore.

They do however probably secretly fight over who gets to be baby's godparent. Steve isn't allowed to know.

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No One Like You- We Aren't Just Friends Part Two.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem reader

Warning: sibling death, abuse, cussing, angst, Vecna

Summary: Your boyfriend Eddie is unaware of your recent symptoms, you intended on keeping it that way. Vecna had other plans.

Word Count: 3875 words

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Part One: We Aren't Just Friends

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This week has been the craziest of your life. Not only did you start an official relationship with your long term best friend and town outcast, Eddie Munson. But, You also found out about a parallel dimension that copied your hometown, Hawkins that's accompanied by a vicious monster hellbent on infecting our world. 

Not only has your life been disrupted as you knew it but your headaches have grown increasingly worse since they first began a few days ago. We’ve found out that they are connected to a demon named Vecna who preys on vulnerable teens, teens like your friend, Chrissy. Your heart pangs with guilt as flashes of her smiling, cheering, even at the picnic table as she shyly announces herself to Eddie and you. That was the last memory you have of her before she and Eddie headed to his trailer for more drugs and to her death. 

You look over at Eddie who sits adjacent to you at the Wheeler’s. Sadness takes a tighter hold on your heart as you think of him alone having to witness Chrissy’s final moments and the scar that those memories will have on him forever. Suddenly, a sharp pain washes over your head from your neck. Pressure builds as if someone is pressing down on your head, squishing it. You shut your eyes tightly as your ears begin to ring with a loud chime of a grandfather clock.

The noise is so loud and real that your eyes fly open despite the searing pain attacking your head. Everything is…wrong. There's no better word to describe what was before you than wrong. You were still at the Wheeler’s but you were alone and it was dark. Vine-like tendrils wrap around the world like it’s being held, hostage. You recognize it to be the Upside Down. Within a blink of an eye, your father stands before you.

Chills snake up your spine. Fear freezes you as if someone dunked you into an ice bath. Your relationship with your father was complicated, to say the least. He was a cruel man, a drunk man. You and your mother suffered at his hands for years before he almost killed you both. Your father bares his teeth at you as he spits at your feet.

“You’re nothing but a whore like your mother. That slutty uniform and your stupid little boy toy. Do you think that freak is going to save you? He’s gonna be your death sentence, you little ungrateful bitch.” His words carve a hole into your chest as you try to push the memories away. You refuse to let Vecna torture you. Flashes of Eddie pass as you close your eyes. Your father's presents disappear as the world suddenly feels lighter.

“Y/N? Are you okay? You spaced out a little there, babe.” Eddie’s concerned voice floods your ears as you open your eyes. He was only a foot away, bent down in front of your position on the couch. You smile up at him.

“I’m sorry. I’m just processing everything. It’s still so unbelievable to me.” You lie. Guilt wrecks you as you hide the telltale signs of Vecna’s curse. You can’t put more anguish onto the boy in front of you than has already been dealt with him. With a nod, he leans down to kiss your forehead. His lips linger before he pulls away. 

“I know. I’m still processing it myself. I’m here for you, okay? Just know that you can always come to talk to me.” His voice is earnest and firm. He analyzes your face to which you give him a small smile, accompanied by a chuckle.

“I know you are. I’m okay.” You shrug him off. Trying to change the subject you look around, despite your fear of seeing the other world, for a distraction. Unable to find one, you look back to Eddie who is still squatting in front of you with nothing but worry about his beautiful features. 

“Y/N, I’m serious. I will always be here for you. A shoulder to cry on or a hug when you need one. Whether we are platonically, sexually, or romantically involved, I’ll always have time for you and what worries you.” He opens his heart to you. A need to get away from any subject that might lead you to talk about your symptoms multiplies.

“In that exact order.” you deadpan. Eddie furrows his brows with confusion. 

“What?” He questions. 

“We have been involved in that exact order.” You answer, smiling lazily. “We’ve been involved platonically, then sexually. Then finally, romantically.” Understanding takes over Eddie’s features as he realizes. As if a light bulb popped over his head, Eddie straightened up with a finger hovering in the air.

“Actually, whether you won't admit it or not, we were romantically involved way before we were sexual, milady. We were a couple before we knew we wanted to be.” Eddie’s admission warms your heart as he smiles happily at the memories that no doubt are flashing through his head as they are flashing through yours. All of those late-night talks about his campaigns and your current book obsession, your smoking sessions that always ended with you two spending the night, you lay with his head in your lap, reading to him or your head resting on his chest as music hums in the background, him trying to teach you to play guitar, and the countless kisses that followed the first and the childish giggles that erupted from you both every time you realized that kissing was something you two could do. Butterflies erupt from your stomach as you reach out for his ring-claded hand, holding it in your own

“That is very true, my good sir.” You say back, voice filled with reassurance. You fiddle with his rings before interlocking your fingers. Lovingly, you kiss his knuckles while looking up at him. His other hand reaches for you, to touch your cheek. But, all you can see is your father’s fist coming towards your face and you flinch. Eddie’s expression twists into one of immense worry. Before he could address what had just happened, Steve enters the room.

“Max wants to drop some letters off to some people, do you guys want to come?” Steve asks, his head popping around the doorway. Quickly, I get up from my position on the couch and walk towards the doorway, dropping Eddie’s hand in the process.

“Yeah, I wanna make sure she’s alright.” Since her stepfather left the picture, Max has been staying across from Eddie. You nod and go to follow Steve. Eddie reaches, grabbing your wrist as Steve goes back to the car. Instead of saying anything, he tilts his head. As if to ask,’ What just happened?”. You shake your head, not wanting to talk about it, and kiss his cheek to try to reassure him. You turn and head towards Steve and the kids. Max’s headphones rest over her ears as she looks at the distance. A wave of guilt cloaks over you as you long to let the younger girl know she isn’t alone. She won’t die alone. But you can’t. Not without breaking Eddie’s heart.

Knowing what it’s like having a deadbeat dad, you connected with Max. You looked to her as a younger sister, like the one you never got to be with. When you were twelve and your sister was sixteen, a terrible accident happened. Your father was drunk off his ass, like usual, and was driving you two girls to your mother’s for the weekend. They had a terrible conversation on the phone prior to the drive over, so your father was already livid. Swerving all over the place, other cars honked viciously at us as he went down the two-lane road. Suddenly, a deer jumps out from the woods. Your father swerves hard to miss it. The car spins out of control as you barrel towards a massive tree. The car twists as you grab onto your sister before her side smashes into the large oak. 

That was the last memory you had of the accident before waking up in the sterile hospital. Not even Eddie knew the story of how your sister passed. Everyone knew that it was a car accident, but that was it. You blamed your father and rebelled against your parents. Quickly, your mother took full custody of you and you never saw the man again. Not until Vecna picks you to prey upon. With a shake of your head, you keep walking to the kids. Swiftly, Max takes her headphones before reaching into her bag.  Before you can say anything, Max reaches out an arm, and a letter extends to you.

“Thank you. But we won’t need these. You are going to be okay.” Those words were the final ones you spoke to your sister, they won’t be your final to Max. She shrugs you off. With a smirk, you reach out and pull the young girl into a hug. At first, she retreats before her arms wrap around you. She holds onto you tightly. You let her hug you, knowing you both desperately needed it right now. 

“Hey, I’m sorry to interrupt. Everyone is ready,” Lucas comes up from behind Max. You both let go of each other as Max turns to face Lucas. 

“I’m coming,” Max says before throwing on her headphones and following Lucas to Steve’s car. Eddie stands with Steve beside the car as they let the kids get settled in the backseat. You start to make your way over when a thought strikes you. Patting your sides for your bag, you realize you left it in the house. Eddie notices your frantic pat down and starts to make his way over to you after wrapping up his conversation with Steve.

“You ready, princess?” He rests his hand on your shoulder before sliding down your arm to hold your hand. You shake your head.

“No, I forgot my bag in the house.” You look back at the house. Understanding takes over Eddie’s confused look. 

“Do you want me to go get it?” He moves to walk towards the house, but your hand reaches out to stop him. Your hand rests against his chest.

“No, baby. I got it. Just don’t let them leave without me.” You joke. A beautiful laugh leaves Eddie’s lips as he goes to explain to Steve what’s happening. You turn towards the house and head to the basement where you were last. You glance around the room, looking at the couch you sat on at last. Suddenly, a coldness creeps along your spine as you spin around to see this is no longer the Wheeler’s home. This is the house your family fell apart in. Slowly, you move from the hallway and make your way into the next room. The room was your old living room. Your father sits on the couch watching television. A beer in his hand and three empty ones sitting on the coffee table in front of him. The TV is on but mute. That was his way of listening in on you guys so he could hear us if any of us talked back under our breath. 

To your surprise, you accidentally knocked into a vase that rested off to the side. The metal clangs loudly against the hardwood flooring. With a gasp, your hand flies to your mouth, covering as you could swallow back the sound you caused. With a snap of his neck, your father’s dead shark-like eyes watch you. You back up, knowing he will strike you if you don’t calculate this correctly. With a blink of your eyes, Your father is in front of you, hand around your throat. Pain pulses from your neck where he crushes your windpipe. His nails bite into your skin as you begin to lift up. His inhuman strength holds you, feet unable to feel the ground. You thrash around to flee, which causes his grip to tighten.

“It should’ve been you. It is all your fault.” His voice is eerily calm as his face gets closer to yours. Tears fall down your cheeks as you scratch at his hands in a desperate attempt to move his hand. Your legs flail, trying to kick him, but it seems impossible.

“You killed your sister. She’d be alive if it wasn’t for you, you piece of garbage. I should kill you right now. I could. We both know that. You are nothing. I’m glad she’s dead, so she doesn’t have to see what a terrible disappointment you are.” He throws you down on the ground, raising his fist. You flinch, shutting your eyes before you hear loud honking. You look up and see you are no longer in the house. You now are standing on the road where the wreck happened. Suddenly, headlights are heading straight for you before cutting to the side, smacking into the tree line. Multiple screams erupt from the car. Your feet pound into the ground as you make your way over. The vehicle is pinned against a large oak tree. Desperately, you reach for your sister. You see her lying unconscious in the backseat of the car, but you can't open the car. The door refuses to budge as you put your entire body into pulling it. With a loud ‘fuck’, you kick the car door before punching the window. You crawl in, carefully picking her up before leaving the car. 

Blood pouring from her head, you lay her on the ground. Before you could've checked her pulse or done CPR, her eyes flies open. Her hand locks with a death grip on my wrist as she pulls herself up in a flash. Her skin is now washed out, dead. Her eyes clouded over. Decay covers her skin.

“You should’ve been the one. I should be alive with friends and boyfriends. You don’t deserve it. Any of it.” She screams in my face as tears stream down her face. Sobs wrack through your body as you desperately try to pull your arm from her supernatural grasp. 

“You don’t deserve them. Eddie would be happier without you. Lying to him when you know that you are going to die, just like Chrissy! I. Should’ve. Been. You. I had so much life to live! You should’ve died.” Her words strike you like an ax chopping wood. Hard, fast, and unyielding. Her other hand grabs your throat like your father did moments before. She raises your body while standing to her feet. “You will die this time. We will end your suffering.” Her voice distorts into a deeper, meaner voice. It’s not your sister in front of you anymore. Vecna standing before you, arms reaching for you. Fear subsides as you realize your time has come. You can’t fight this monster, no matter what form it may take. Your thoughts drift to Eddie as your eyes start to flutter shut, accepting your fate.

Music blasts into your ears as your eyes shoot back open. Vecna is still in front of you, but you two aren’t alone. Behind the decayed monster, a whole opens up showing you floating in Nancy’s basement with Eddie screaming for you to come down. Max’s headphones resting on your head. 

“Girl, it's been a long time that we've been apart

Much too long for a man who needs love

I miss you since I've been away

Babe, it wasn’t easy to leave you alone

It’s getting harder each time that I go

If I had the choice, I would stay” 

“No One Like You” By Scorpions breaks you away from Vecna’s torture as your foot curls up, kicking him in the chest over and over again. His grip loosens as you kick a final time. You drop to the ground. Eddie’s cries lace in with the music, crushing your heart as you start to run to him. 

“There's no one like you

I can't wait for the nights with you

I imagine the things we'll do

I just want to be loved by you”

Memories of Eddie humming your favorite song into your hair as your head rests on his chest, a finger tapping the beat on your bare thigh. You push yourself further as you close in on the gate where Steve and Eddie are both trying to pull you down. Max and the kids are begging you to come back

“Girl, there are really no words strong enough

To describe all my longing for love

I don't want my feelings restrained

Oh babe, I just need you like never before

I just imagine you'd come through this door

You'd take all my sorrow away”

Flashes of Eddie keep you going. Eddie tickling you because you wouldn’t give him something. Eddie teaching you how to roll a joint and messing up massively. Smoking with him. Your first kiss and every kiss since then. 

Suddenly, You’re back in your body, falling to the ground. With a blood-curdling scream, you crash into two sets of arms, music still blaring in your ears. Speechless, You reach out to grab anyone that you can. One hand grips onto Eddie’s denim vest, who you were leaning against, while the other has held onto Steve’s arm. Gasps leave your body as you look around frantically. Dustin, Lucas, and Max drop right in front of you, pulling you into their arms. One side of Max’s headphones slides down as you lean your head on Eddie’s shoulder, trying to catch your breath. 

“I thought you were going to die. I thought it was happening all over again. Why didn’t you tell me?” Eddie mumbles more to himself than you, tears streaking down his handsome features. 

“I’m here. I’m still here.” Noticing your headphones slipped, Eddie quickly puts them back, muttering something you couldn’t catch as the music floods your ears. After you settle your breathing and then calm down, you see Steve and Eddie talking. Both sets of eyes move to you every thirty seconds or so. Steve nods his head at Eddie before they each turn and look back at you. Then, Steve grabs the kids' attention who was sitting beside you, Max hugging your side. Lucas is the first to get up, not before hugging you. Dustin follows him, walking behind Steve upstairs. Lucas waits at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Max, who is still hugging you. With a tight squeeze, she pulls away. Looking into your terrified eyes, she reaches for the headphones causing Eddie to say something to stop her. With an understanding nod at Eddie, she gives you a sad smile before going with Lucas upstairs. 

Now alone, Eddie paces back and forth in front of me. I know that he has questions. Ready to address them, I pull off the headphones. The music hums from the headphones still, faintly. 

“I’m sorry.” You croak, voice sore from Vecna. Eddie stops. Looking up from the ground, he stares at the wall for a minute before turning to you. His face is red and wet, eyes bloodshot and overflowing. He doesn’t attempt to stop them as they drip down onto his Hellfire Club shirt.

“You’re sorry?” His voice is just above a whisper. Disbelief floods him. “That’s all you have to say?”  Memories of Chrissy’s body on the ceiling stain his thoughts as he looks up at the roof of the Wheeler’s basement. He lazily points at the spot right above where you were floating.

“You were going to die. Right. There. That exact spot. I was going to watch you die. Do you know what I felt when I came down those fucking steps-” He points to the stairs leading into the basement. “ those steps right there? When I saw your fucking eyes hazed over?” You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off.

“Wanna know the worst part?” He asks, anger lacing his voice. You shake your head, tears falling from your eyes as you hear his pleas for you to come back to him. “I knew exactly what was happening to you. And I fucking knew I couldn’t stop it, just like I couldn’t stop it last time.” He was livid but relieved. Relieved that he had you and that you weren’t like Chrissy. At the thought of the cheerleader, anger boils in his chest.

“I didn’t want to worry you. I wanted handle it my-” 

“I don’t want to fucking hear the words you are about to say. I can’t handle the thought of you accepting that!” His finger juts towards the ceiling again. “You were going to die, Y/N. Fucking die! Do you understand that? I did the moment I came down those steps. You were already fucking floating, Y/N. I thought I was too late. I thought I was about to watch your body crumble and your fucking eyes get sucked out.” With the mention of how you would’ve looked on the ceiling, both of you break down. Eddie crumbles to the ground, hands covering his face as he cries. Sobbing, you crawl over to him. Gently you wrap your arm around him, to which he opens his, pulling you in greedily. 

“I am so sorry, Eddie. I was scared and didn’t know what to do. I am so sorry I hurt you.” You cry into his chest. 

“You can always come to me. I told you that! I will always be here for you. You didn’t hurt me. You scared the fuck out of me.  I’ve never felt fear like that in my life. I just got you, Y/N. We haven’t even been together a month, Y/N. I thought you were about to leave me, right in front of me, and I couldn’t do anything. I just got you.” He mutters the last part more to himself as his head is buried in your neck. “Please talk to me next time. Tell me this shit. I can’t lose you, not now, not ever. Please.” His voice is hoarse and broken as he lifts his head to look at you. A bruise is forming around your neck, causing another tear to fall down his face.

“I will. I won’t keep this from you again. I am so sorry, Eddie. I love you. I can’t lose you either. You’re what brought me back. I could…” Your voice trails off as your find strength inside you. “I could hear you. I heard you all screaming for me, so I ran as fast as I could go.” Your hand cups his cheek as he leans his forehead against yours.

“I love you. Just know that. I love you more than anything, and we will beat this fuck. I won't let Vecna take you from me. I promise. ” He replies. With a smile, you close your eyes and lean against him as his hands hold yours. Fear still keeps you on edge, but with Eddie by your side, you feel better than before. You can’t begin to process how you’ll defeat this creature, but until then, you'll work on building trust back up with Eddie, knowing he’ll be vigilant now. None of that matters as you just allow yourself to feel his warmth as he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly, never letting you go.

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