#eddie munson/original character

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Fuck You Maureen (to the tune of 'come on Eileen') E.M

Eddie Munson x OC | Eddie Munson x Karmen Jones

Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Too-Ra-Loo-Rye-Aye

Summary: Eddie left out a crucial detail when he finally told his closest loved ones about his ordeal with The Upside Down. A news headline sparks his memory and he's excited confess to a fun crime he actually did commit.

Tags: Pregnancy brain, S4 spoilers, Fulff, Joking, Banter, Comedy (I hope) Eddie's titty tatts.

Words: 2k

Notes: This fic sits somewhere between Anticipation and Evie :)

I took "Bird Club" from this post by @morganbritton132 because I haven't stopped chuckling about it since I saw it a week ago. Wayne would join Bird Club. So would Steve regardless of the AU one thing is certain, Steve is in Bird Club.

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Eddie didn’t mind house-sitting for Wayne. Especially since his Uncle had finally decided that he deserved a holiday. Gathering some of his buddies from Bird Club and going on a weekend long fishing trip.

Being in the trailer again after officially moving out was nostalgic in a way. He kind of missed the cozy walls adorned with homey adages. If he ignored the badly cleaned blood stain on the carpet between himself and the TV and the discoloration on the ceiling above where a hole to another dimension had been permanently closed for about six months now.

The news anchor that had interrupted his favorite game show to read off the headlines with a bored drawl. Dead eyes barely blinked and rivaled the tired stare Eddie was giving the man back through the screen as he waited for the bulletins to be over.

“...and Grand Theft Auto appears to be on the rise with residents in Indianapolis protesting the lack of concern from local law enforcement after a string of–”

Eddie gasped suddenly, sitting up straight and startling Karmen as she fell from his arms. Falling against the back of the couch as she looked up at him in surprise.

“I forgot to tell you!” He exclaimed, bouncing in his seat like an excited child. “I stole Maureen’s RV.” He said quickly, slapping his hand over his mouth as soon as it came out as if that would make the admission less heinous or he could take it back. 

Karmen stared at him for a long second. Pregnancy brain clouding her thoughts as she desperately tried to remember who Maureen was despite knowing the horrid woman quite well and knowing Eddie’s untoward history with her even more intimately.

“What?” She asked dumbly, shaking her head to try and get her thoughts in place as Eddie huffed in exasperation at his excited admission not being received the way he’d expected.

“Maureen!” He pressed, pointing over his shoulder towards the wall behind them. “From over there!” He explained as if she could see through the trailer wall and would magically know what he was talking about.

Maureen and her husband Eustace lived a couple of trailers over. They were atrocious neighbors that had been more than open about their disdain for his lifestyle over the years he’d lived with Wayne.

Karmen gasped in realization as she followed his finger towards a plethora of caps and mugs. The wall not fully obscuring her vision of the outside world as she imagined beyond it and her thoughts clicked into place. 

She slapped her own hand over her mouth, matching him.

“Eddie!” She exclaimed scandalously. “Are you serious right now?” She asked, her other hand slapping against his forearm as he nodded excitedly in response.

Karmen’s eyes were wide as she let her hand fall away from her mouth and she gritted her teeth together in a pained frown.

“I swore on my life that you weren’t involved in that!” She shouted incredulously. Eddie leaned forward in shock.

“Why would you do that?!” He shouted back, alarmed.

 “Why would YOU do that?” She asked, just as stunned.

“We needed a car!” He defended.

“So you took a home?” She hollered, making him snort.

“It needed to fit a lot of people…” He defended weakly, shrugging his shoulders as Karmen brought both her hands up to cover her mouth.

“Oh my God.” She murmured into them. “They said they saw you and I told them there was no way.” She groaned. “ Now I’m going to die!” She yelled mirthfully.

“No!” Eddie exclaimed, his hands on her thighs. “Maureen will win!” He shouted. Karmen’s mouth fell open in disbelief at the statement. Eddie catching himself and amending his exclamation.  “I mean…” He paused.”No! I’ll miss you!” He said clumsily, making her laugh.

“You’re a dick.” She chuckled, pushing his hands off her thighs playfully and watching as Eddie crossed his arms over his chest.

“That’s Maureen talking.” He hissed. “Evil.”

“She’s someone’s Grandma.” Karmen argued, making him balk.

“So is Sally.” He contested. 

The meanest Nurse he had encountered in the hospital during his recovery was the first person he’d met in over ten years that had skyrocketed to the top of his mortal enemies list.

She had kicked Maureen out of top spot. Put her in second and her husband Eustace in third. 

Eddie knew those assholes from a few trailers down would have been the first to jump on the ‘Eddie was a murderer’ bandwagon. Not because they actually believed it but because they would do just about anything to get rid of him and his guitar. Including but not limited to sending their grandkids to throw stink-bombs through his bedroom window and reporting him to the cops for growing illicit substances that turned out to just be Wayne’s tomato plants that he’d sat on the kitchen window sill to get some sun while protecting them from the summer storms.

Phil Callahan that buffoon had ripped them from their pot to make a point before Hopper had pointed out the large red fruits hanging from the ruined plant he was holding.

Eddie had made a big deal about it. The imbecile officer had apologized profusely. Being shooed out the door by the Chief and waiting in the car as Hopper compensated Eddie for his troubles by tipping him extra on the ounce of actual weed he bought on his way out the door.

Eddie had used the money to replace Wayne’s plants. Granted with the wrong kind of tomato so he noticed immediately but it was the thought that counted.

He’d had just enough money left over to buy Maureen and Eustice a ‘sorry for worrying you’ gift.

A bag of peanuts that he had left for them, open, on their couch with a trail leading from their back window to the trash cans where his favorite raccoon liked to hang out.

It hadn’t taken long for Jerry to take the bait and Eddie had watched with a smug smile as the furry little critter used the boxes he’d stacked there as leverage to jump through the window.

He’d closed the window after Jerry and taken the boxes back to the trash. Giving the assholes a little wave as he walked back home and waited by the living room window for the chaos to begin.

It had taken them a long time to get Jerry out of their trailer. Eddie had worried at one point that he might need to step in for the raccoons protection but when Eustace had realized that the hissing, spitting, fluff ball with claws was standing between him and his shotgun, he’d grabbed a snack and sat back down.

Somehow they’d known that Eddie was responsible. But plausible deniability meant that he had no reason to confess. Because how the hell would he ever convince a racoon to do his dirty work Wayne? The accusation was insane. They were just out to get him.

Despite that fact, a tit for tat had begun and Eddie spent the next several years essentially locked in a prank war with this couple that could have been his Grandparents. 

Until March when Eddie had pretty decidedly won by hot-wiring their motorhome and letting Harrington drive it the hell out of Forest Hills. 

Hopefully forever. 

“You know they’re coming back right?” Karmen asked at the smug smile on Eddie’s lips. “They never left, actually. They’re staying up that way with Teresa.” She explained, pointing towards Eddie’s bedroom and making him huff.

“What?” He asked dejectedly. “No!” He groaned. “How come I haven’t seen them?

“I don’t know.” Karmen said. “Maybe you won.” She shrugged.

“What do you mean?” He asked, confused.

“Maybe they’re too scared of you to engage in any more pettiness.” She theorized. “I mean she waved to me yesterday as I was coming inside. That’s not exactly usual.” 

“Mmm.” Eddie hummed in reply, frowning at nothing as he imagined the way Maureen probably lost her shit after she saw Karmen’s bump.

Another Munson! Another one! There’s too many already! 

Eddie smiled to himself at the thought. Recalling the look on her and Eustace’s face as they had banged on the locked door of the RV while he was hot-wiring it. Demanding that he open the door and having him laugh in their face.

“God I hope so.” He said wistfully, referring to the fact that they might be scared of him. “Only people I’d gladly play a monster for.” 

Karmen hummed as he had, thinking back on what he’d said earlier that had started the whole conversation.

“So wait.” She interjected, holding up a hand. “You… Drove a motorhome?” She asked. “Without killing everyone inside?” She added before Eddie could respond.

“Oh no. Harrington did that, I just started the sucker.” He offered quickly as Karmen balked at his response. She had been sharing an office with Steve for a few months now. He seemed like a bit of a car guy but he didn’t exactly fit the part of large vehicle driver.

“Steve drove a motorhome?” She asked, even more disbelieving than when she’d thought it had been Eddie.

“He’s a big boy.” Eddie said. Remembering the stunned look on the other man’s face when he had called him that particular term of endearment and smirking to himself. “He handled it.” 

“Well?” She asked simply.

“We didn’t die.” Eddie shrugged as Karmen tilted her head in consession. 

“So Maureen actually saw your face?” She asked rhetorically. “She told the cops you stole her home and no one really believed her since you were missing at the time but how the hell did you get away with that?” 

“I’m assuming it has something to do with the whole ‘Hawkins PD being really sorry they fucked me in the ass’ thing.” He said, putting bunny ears around the words ‘really sorry’. As if the Hawkins Police Department was ever sorry for anything and wasn’t just trying to cover their own butt.

Even in the case of the ruined tomatoes. 

“She was very vocal about it.” Kam chortled. “I’m surprised they didn’t slap you on the wrists as a bogus punishment to make her shut up.” She said, dragging out the last words as Eddie blew out an exhale through pursed lips.

“Oh I was punished, don’t worry.”He scoffed. “Had to listen to Harrington waffle on about his breeding kink fantasies like him and Nance’ were the only ones in the damn car.” 

“Sorry. His what what? Like what?” Karmen queeried quickly, giving him a scandalous look. 

“Yeah he wants like six kids and to live on a farm or some crap.” He answered with a grimace. “The actual kids and I were just like, sitting there silently the whole time pretending like we couldn’t hear and Robin was making strong eye-contact with me which I took to mean ‘shut the fuck up’. So I did despite the overwhelming urge to ask thousands of questions.” He nodded proudly. 

Karmen screwed her face up at the thought of not just the children listening to Steve waffle about his dream life to the woman he was obviously still in love with but the thought of six kids in general.

One was enough for now and she wasn’t even born yet.

“Steve seems like a six kids and a farm type of guy.” She said after a moment. 

“You think?” Eddie winced. He’d never put any thought really into what Steve Harrington might want out of life before he had to hear that garbage towards the end of the worst week of his life.

“Yeah. The way he gets weirdly pouty when I talk about the baby.” She laughed,  placing her hand on her stomach. “Not surprised.” She added.

“I don’t like that.” Eddie said simply, pursing his lips as they fell into a comfortable silence. “Anyway, fuck Maureen.” He said after a moment, making Karmen laugh as he pulled her back into his arms. “The titty tatts continue I guess.”

“What?” Karmen asked again, pretty sure this time that her pregnancy brain wasn’t to blame for her not understanding the statement.

“Doesn’t matter.”

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Notes: Thanks Bug for the idea of the Fic name. I've been singing "Fuck Your Maureen" all afternoon. 😂

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Chapter 5: Under Pressure

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Just because he’s my favorite character doesn’t mean I don’t want to see him suffering

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In October of 1967, Steve Harrington is born in Hawkins, Indiana.

He's raised there, forced to live under the strict expectations of his parents, Richard and Samantha. Barely escapes their clutches, freedom fueled by the kids and adults that take the role of guardian and family when the time is right. Keeps himself in check with the always impending apocalypses that arise beneath his feet.

In June of 1985 - when Steve Harrington is 18, while Richard and Samantha Harrington are visiting New York for an extended work trip - Veronica Harrington is born.

She was carried and raised in secret from their hometown. They take care of her between their business hours, dropping her in the hands of nannies and babysitters galore. They don't even think of Indiana during Veronica's early childhood, too focused on work and making sure their daughter starts up right.

In October of 1986 - when Steve Harrington is 19, aged further by ending the Vecna War, yet tamed by his newfound love in Eddie Munson - Richard and Samantha Harrington return to Hawkins.

They don't ask about what happened to their son. They don't ask about the town. They don't ask questions, just give responses to them. Sneering at Steve's friends, complaining about the state of the house, commenting at the disfunctional chaos their home has become.

In November of 1986, Richard and Samantha Harrington disown Steve.

They just let him go. They at least give him a folder of his legal documents, but otherwise just tell him to get out of their house and never use their name again. Claiming Steve doesn't need anything from the room because the Harrington's own everything in it. They don't call him son, they don't say goodbye, they don't acknowledge who's actually taken care of the house, they don't admit most of Steve's former room has changed with money Steve earned himself, they don't dare to give him any money or care where he goes. They just say they're sick of dealing with an unworthy mistake of a child, and force him out of their house.

In November of 1986, the Party's adults adopt Steve.

He runs to them first after everything happens. Held himself together at the start, but broke down the second the words were out. While everyone was trying to comfort Steve, Wayne Munson and Jim Hopper were the first to succeed. They know firsthand that this family would never be the same as blood, no matter how much that blood has boiled and burned before, but the love will be stronger and it will be here. When everyone seconds it, Steve finally accepts it. He becomes a child of the Party - he's everyone's son and everyone's brother, taking whatever surname he sees fit.

In November of 1986, Steve Henderson and Eddie Munson leave Hawkins.

Despite all this good, Steve can't bear to stay in this damned town a second longer, where everyone knows who he is and will soon know everything he isn't. And it's not like Eddie was looking forward to sticking around Hawkins either, especially without his Steve. The kids are the first to agree, surprisingly, and the adults promise to find a way for the boys to get out. Later that week, when Richard and Samantha leave the house to prepare for Veronica, Steve and Eddie break in to take everything that's rightfully theirs. While they're there, not sure what prompts him, Steve makes a bag of his clothes with shoes and his wallet tucked within it, shoving it into his closet. Dustin's mom uses an old favor to get the boys an apartment in Chicago, the Party has one last farewell, and the two boys are gone.

From 1986 onward, Veronica Harrington is raised in Hawkins, Indiana.

Richard and Samantha are adamant in their daughter coming out exactly how she should. They steadily convince the town to forget the Harringtons ever had a son and lock the room on the second floor next to the stairs without ever touching the inside. They raise her with formality and pride at the top of their expectations, wanting at least one child to come out right.

But Veronica is the spitting image of Steve's honesty and care. She puts on a facade when needed, but even at a young age, she wants nothing more than to be someone's light in the darkness. She plays with every lonely kid at school, and tries to make people laugh at the business parties she's dragged to. It's not received well by her parents, but Veronica is much too strong willed and stubborn to let it phase her.

In April of 1991 - when she's 6 and they're so much stronger around their hearts - Veronica Harrington meets Steve and Eddie Munson for the first time.

It's the year Erica is set to graduate high school. Steve and Eddie have been making the drive for every holiday this year, ordered determined to give her the best senior year she could have. It's Easter Sunday, and Wayne somehow managed to drag his boys away to church - a Munson custom, as even Eddie insisted they go.

While at the snack table post sermon, a little girl comes up to Steve, mistaking him for her father. He and Eddie gently comfort the girl, introducing themselves and offering to help the girl find her parents. That's when Veronica introduces herself, striking Steve deep in his heart. Still, he keeps quiet, even gifting her a little origami crane made from napkins at the table. He calls her "chickpea" for the color of her dress, tells her to keep the crane secret and safe, "If ever you need to find your way back home, you hold that close, and it'll tell you."

Meanwhile, Wayne has come across Richard and Samantha in the crowd opposite the kids. Exchanging formalities, Wayne mentions his son and nephew are in town, news the Harrington's are surprised at, as Wayne didn't seem like the father type. However, trying to keep face, they remain civil and insist on introducing their daughter.

Cue Veronica running to her parents with Steve and Eddie in tow. Cue Steve calling Wayne dad right to Richard's face. Cue the Harrington's immediate leave from the church, Veronica waving behind her with a crane placed carefully in her pocket.

From then on, Veronica Harrington's life changes indefinitely.

Her parents' expectations grow tenfold. She finds out she's horribly allergic to chickpeas. All of her friends must be approved by her parents, and any that don't fit their image are ordered to leave her.

Veronica takes these changes in stride - is her class's top student, captain of the softball and volleyball teams in junior high, keeps the friends she wants in secret from her parents - but she can't help but keep the crane in a little box in her room. Gets a necklace with a little origami crane pendant, holds it whenever she needs to make a hard choice. Can't help but expand herself in secret, learn things her parents would never approve of - lock picking, other languages, sleight of hand, a clothing style that's nothing like the dark blues of her family, all warmth and light. She explores every room in her house, yet is unable to find her way into that room upstairs next to the steps.

In May of 1998, Veronica Harrington discovers the truth about her brother.

She's about to be a freshman. Her class was touring the high school in preparation, and while passing the athletics hall, her eyes hit the swimming trophies. Each row stuffed with trophies, and each one with a name that stabbed her right in the stomach: Steve Harrington.

After that, she couldn't bear all the secrecy anymore. Late that same night, she finally uses her lock picking skills to break into that room. And though it's devoid of life, it is a bedroom, so evidently lived in. It's frozen in time, twisted sheets covered in dust, old papers crinkled from being stepped on but not picked up, old clean clothes still sitting in the hamper. It's a boy's room, clearly, and Veronica is careful walking around this place of memories.

She does still explore, quietly clicking on lights around the room, too cautious to touch the overhead lights. She looks under the bed, finding a bat and a trash can lid, both embedded with rusty nails. A shirt that still smells like fresh laundry yet has a back stained permanently with long red lines down the shoulders. Dozens of stapled documents labeled NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT, detailing horrific events that each have that same name signed at the bottom.

With shaking hands she checks the closet, and finds it mostly empty. All except for a deep green graduation robe and cap, a cream Hawkins High letterman, and a duffel bag hidden in the back corner. The cap has a 1985 tassel, and the letterman has Harrington branded on the back with basketball and swimming patches galore. And the bag, when she checks it, looks like a survivalist pack someone would make in an apocalypse. At the top sits a wallet, and inside is an ID for a Steve Harrington, who has the same face as the one in her origami memories.

And Veronica is done. She wakes up the next morning and throws Steve's jacket on the kitchen table, startling both her parents mid sip of coffee. She finds herself in a screaming match with her father, demanding them to quit lying to her, begging to know who her brother is.

In a fit of rage, Richard tells her. Tells her everything Richard and Samantha never saw in Steve, about Veronica's secret birth, the disownment, Steve's disappearance from the Harrington house and Hawkins. She's reminded of that one Easter Sunday, and is told how Richard and Samantha faked Veronica's allergy to keep her mind from being tainted by whatever curse befell their bloodline before. Orders her to never say that name again.

In a fit of rage, Veronica bites back. Calls her parents cruel and overly expectant. Comes clean about her secret freedom. Says she'd rather be nothing than ever carry the burden of the Harrington name ever again.

She hides away in her room after the fight. Cries in her closet with her origami box cradled tightly to her chest, begging it to take her home because this place isn't anymore, maybe never was. Cries for the brother she never even got to meet, who went through so many horrible things yet still got put through this same punishment. Cries for the future she won't get to have, losing her hope for a new beginning that will now never be.

At the start of June, 1998, Veronica runs away.

She makes it through the rest of May in near silence. She writes notes for all of her friends at the end of the school year, and one for her parents to inevitably find. Finds 75 dollars in Steve's old wallet, stuffs the duffel bag the rest of the way with her belongings, and says goodbye to Hawkins.

She takes the first bus she can find out of town. Doesn't care that it's going to Chicago, doesn't really care where she's going now. She befriends an old homeless man riding the bus as well, becomes another interesting name in his "Book of Wanders (Pronounced as Wonders)." As Veronica's telling the story about unknowingly meeting her brother, she remembers the crane in her bag. She reaches in to retrieve the little box, then the crane, nearly crying seeing how disheveled and unfolded it is. Broken and doomed, just like her. But looking at it now after so long, she thinks she sees something written inside it. Despite it shattering her heart pieces, she carefully unfolds the little crane.

At its center, in old, bleeding blue text, reads, "Find the Swooping Bat if you've lost your way."

The old man laughs then, taking Veronica's hand and placing it onto her chest, over her heart. "It's fate," he whispers in the dark bus. "There's a place called that in Chicago."

Veronica uses her money to rent them both a hotel for the night, giving the old man a warm bath for the first time in weeks. She gifts him the clothes as well, saying it's, "an honorary thanks from my brother, for helping me get here." They bid each other farewell in the morning, the old man telling her to keep hold of fate.

She finds her way to the Swooping Bat easily, hand on her necklace guiding her way. It's a quaint little diner, popular enough to be comfortably warm when she walks in. A young lady in a wheelchair - Max, says her nametag, with pins saying things like, "Summer work blows" and "USC grad or bust!" resting on her collar - guides her to a booth next to the sunrise.

"Anything I can get you today?" Max asks when Veronica's seated.

Veronica's fully ready to order everything on the menu, what with how delicious this place smells, but then she remembers her funds. 5 bucks, if she's lucky. "Just a chocolate milk, for now. Biggest one you have, please." She somehow plays off Max's skeptical look, her eyes sweeping over Veronica's no doubt disheveled and no-food-in-36-hours appearance.

It somehow works out, and Max is wheeling away. Veronica allows herself a moment to collapse, stomach growling in pain and eyes burning with the realization she has no idea what she's going to do now. She just has this last bit of hope to hold onto, and without it, she'll be nothing but a husk.

She's not sure how long she sits there, staring at the sunrise and letting sound and AC whisk her mind away, but there's suddenly a little knock on her table. Her head snaps up, and there's Max again, setting down a giant glass of chocolate milk... alongside a loaded breakfast plate.

"It's on the house," Max rushes to explain, all fondness when Veronica scrambles to get her wallet. "Courtesy of the owner. And between you and me," she whispers with a wink, "just take the damn food, kid."

Veronica stumbles over herself for a moment, rendered near speechless, before she finally comes back. She begs Max to thank the owner profusely, before rushing to dig into the pancakes before her. She's halfway done dousing the stack in syrup by the time Max wheels away, when there's suddenly someone laughing.

"Of course," says a choked-up voice behind her. "Can't have any chickpeas starving in my booths."

Veronica nearly drops her fork. She turns so sharply she gets dizzy. Seven years can't change a person that much, surely, because though he's bigger in the torso and he has glasses on the bridge of his nose and his hair is cut so close, he still has the same softness in his voice and the same slouch in his stance and the same moles around his eyes and his smile is so bright despite the tears in his eyes, and though Veronica can barely see through tears herself, it's not like she needs them anyway to know it's-

"Steve!" she cries, scrambling out of the booth to meet her brother halfway. The relief of it all working out has the rest of her restraint collapsing, forcing harsh sobs out of her and into Steve's shoulder. The siblings hold each other in the middle of a restaurant, a voice in the background asking everyone to leave them be. Steve doesn't stop whispering, even as his chest heaves with broken gasps between tears, "You're save, Veronica, I got you, I got you, it's gonna be okay, you're safe here, it's okay, sis, it's okay..."

"That you, lil' chickpea?" whispers a different voice once they've calmed down. Veronica reluctantly pulls away and finds a man kneeling beside them, a hand on Steve's shoulder and similar tears in his eyes. His hair and tattoos remind her of the tamed wild from seven years ago, covered in black in the middle of church yet glowing brighter than the stained glass, the one that Steve looks at in past and present with a glowing love Veronica never saw between her parents.

"Yeah," she whispers, wiping her tears away before placing a hand atop her necklace. It catches Eddie and Steve's eyes and make them beam with pride and relief. "Yeah, it's... it's me...."

[bambisworlds]

caught

eddie catches bambi dry humping a plushie on his bed (626 word count).

content warnings, mdni 18+

bambi!oc, no physical reader description, masturbation, oral (f. receiving)

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Bambi frowned as she glanced at the clock beside Eddie’s bed. It was nearing 10 PM and he should’ve been home from the Hellfire club by now. He had promised he’d be back by 9, or 9:30 at the latest if there was a line at the Chinese place they always got takeout from. 

Bambi sighs exasperatedly. She had been wound up for hours after finding a stack of dirty magazines underneath his bed. They surprisingly turned her on a lot, and had been eager for Eddie to get back to his trailer to ease the throbbing between her legs. Unable to bear it anymore, Bambi shimmed her pajama shorts off and snatched one of the plushies she had bought Eddie from beside his pillows and wedged it between her legs. 

Bambi exhaled shakily as she began to roll her hips, enjoying the friction on her clit through her panties. She hadn’t even noticed when the trailer door shut and Eddie came down the hall. She didn’t even look up when Eddie stood in the doorway to his bedroom, his jaw falling open.

“Holy shit,” Eddie mumbles, his eyes scanning Bambi’s body from head to toe. He could already feel his cock hardening. She was so beautiful and he was utterly mesmerized as he watched her roll her hips. Eddie already had a plan to never wash that plushie again. He wanted to be able to smell her on it.

Bambi yelped in surprise at the sound of Eddie’s voice and practically flew off the plushie. Eddie didn’t move, his eyes flickering down to the wet spot on the crotch of her panties, “Eddie!” Bambi gasped, holding her hand over her chest, “You scared me.”

“Hey baby,” he murmured mindlessly as if his mind couldn’t catch up with what was happening in front of him while he continued to devour the sight of her partially exposed body. He was practically drooling.

Bambi furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at him, “Are you… okay?” Eddie didn’t answer, dropping the bag of takeout onto the ground, causing some of the food to spill onto the carpet, and strided over to her. Bambi nearly flinched at the urgency of his movements, unsure of what he was doing, until he dropped to his knees in front of her and fumbled with her panties to yank them down her legs, “Eddie I–” she began to speak but Eddie shook his head, not wanting to hear some excuse to try to cover up what she had been doing, and pushed her thighs firmly apart once her panties were off, “I was just–” Bambi tried to explain again in attempt to ease her own embarrassment in being caught but Eddie buried his face between her thighs.

“Oh shit…” Bambi whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as Eddie eagerly suctioned her clit between his lips. Her weak excuses and explanations of what she had been doing died on her tongue and she leaned back slightly on the bed with breathy moans. Eddie pulled away for a moment, as if considering something, then with a decisive nod of his head he plopped onto his back on the bed and yanked Bambi over him. She squeaked in surprise as he hastily positioned her cunt over his face and began to eat her out with fervor. Bambi’s eyes roll back as he quickly sets into a perfect rhythm, not bothering to start slow like usual. 

Eddie moaned against her folds, his hands sliding beneath the t-shirt of his she was wearing to cup and squeeze her tits. One of his hands moved down to grip her hip, encouraging her to grind against his face, “Ride my face like you did the plushie.” he mumbled against her pussy.

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[munsonkitten]

Eddie falls asleep on the couch when he doesn’t mean to. He’s there watching a movie on TV while he waits for Steve to come home from a shift at Family Video. Those saturday shifts when Steve works until midnight always have Eddie fighting off sleep.

It’s weird because he’s always been a night owl. He stays up until the early hours of the morning so often he used to think his sleep schedule was permanently fucked. But on the nights when all he can do is wait there on the couch under a blanket, the cat on his chest and their dog on his legs, he can’t help it. He slips away as a movie plays on low volume, the lights turned down low, his head turned toward the front door so he can see Steve right when he comes in.

Cozy and warm, it's always the best feeling to let himself get comfortable and let sleep take him.

Steve comes home on those nights, finds Eddie there with their pets, sleeping soundly. He goes over to press a kiss to his forehead, right on the exposed spot where Eddie’s bangs have parted in his sleep. Eddie blinks his eyes open, fights the sleepiness away.

He rolls off the couch and lets Steve catch his arm to steady him as he rises to his feet. He stumbles -- overheated from the cat and dog and warm cozy blanket -- down to their bedroom. He lays in their bed while Steve changes out of his work clothes.

It’s in these soft, warm moments, when Eddie’s just barely awake, where he knows that this is exactly how he wants to spend the rest of his life.

[hawkingsbarkins]

Sometime early ‘82

“His hair is getting longer again, I like it. Still a dork.”

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Holiday Antics (Eddie Munson x OC)

Eddie Munson x OC | Eddie Munson x Karmen Jones

Summary: Delighted by the sound of their Father screaming, Eddie's children torment him with the new toys he bought them for Christmas.

Tags: Dad!Eddie, Mom!Karmen, The Munson Children, Uncle Wayne, Family Fun, Christmas Day, New Years Eve, Pranks, Joking, Banter, Comedy (I hope), Children's laughter etc.

Words: 3.2K

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Eddie skidded down the hallway, gasping in pain as he clipped his hip against the doorframe of the bedroom. He continued on regardless, flying through it, hand covering the source of the pain as he locked his eyes on his target. 

The closet was in sight, taking up entirely too much of his attention as he tripped on the edge of the rug. He swore under his breath, regaining his balance and murmuring about ‘fixing that’ as he reached for the handle to the walk-in.

He was supposed to be dressed already but he’d left it to the last minute as was customary these days. He’s gotten caught up building Lego and hadn’t realized the time until Karmen had stopped by the playroom and questioned why he wasn’t ready.

Guests were due to start arriving in the next ten minutes and he had sworn black and blue that if he opened his new Lego this afternoon he would still be more than ready to greet them at the door by the time they did so.

He was going to be ready. It was fine. He knew exactly what he was wearing…

He just had to find it.

He pulled on the handle, reefing the door open and completely missing the set of eyes that shot open as soon as they were exposed to light.

“Hey!”

“Ahhh!” Eddie screamed, the ferocity of his own yelp scaring even himself as he jumped out of his skin. Clutching at his chest as he stumbled backwards. Foot catching on the mat for a second time and lurching him back further. The back of his knees hitting against the edge of the bed and sending him crashing down like a felled hardwood. 

He landed on the old mattress with a thump. Squeaky springs protesting under his weight as he gasped in a broken breath at the way his back twinged from the landing.

“May-may Oo-nye!” Said the voice from the closet. The sound of mechanical whirring echoing in the small space as Eddie stared at the creature with wide, frightened eyes. Chest heaving, breathing shaky as pointed, furry ears moved up and down and large dead eyes blinked in his direction.

“I h-hate you.” He hissed, venom in his tone as the sound of children’s laughter came barrelling into the room.

“We got you again!” Evie squealed, rushing towards the closet and wrapping eager hands around the gray and pink Furby that giggled in response. It’s stupid little beak moving as it spoke nonsense in his direction. Its lashed eyelids drooped briefly as it was picked up. One of them opened again and the other got stuck, leaving it looking frazzled as his daughter held her arms out straight in front of her and shoved the toy in his face.

“May-may Oo-nye!” The Furby repeated, just an inch from Eddie’s nose.

“That means he loves you!” The little boy at his feet piped up. His own monstrosity was black and white and resting on the floor where he was crouched. Looking up at his Dad with a cheeky expression.

“Kids!” Karmen shouted from somewhere outside the room. “Stop scaring your Dad with the Furbys!” Her words grew closer, along with heavy footsteps that made the children scatter.

Evie clambered towards the closet, tripping on the same corner of the rug he had moments earlier and slamming into the wall. She recovered faster than Eddie could cringe. Flinging herself into the hanging clothes and yanking the door closed in front of her. 

She settled down in the shoes to hide while the other child flattened himself and tried to roll under the bed. Getting caught on Eddie’s feet as he went and slapping at his Dad’s shins until he lifted them out of the way to aid the escape.

Karmen appeared in the doorway. Shoulders slumping as she looked around at the seemingly kid free room. Her eyes narrowing as they landed on Eddie and despite his heart being in his throat and his stomach being in his ass he shrugged nonchalantly as if he didn’t know where they’d gone.

“Did Evie hide that thing in the closet again?” She asked, frustration in her tone as he tried to lie to her. Shaking his head as casually as he could manage. Not daring to speak in front of her lest the fright brought on his stutter and gave him away

It was New Years Eve 1998 and Eddie’s thirty three year old body felt fifty after he’d had the life scared out of him for the 25th time in seven days.

They’d been torturing him for a week now.

Making him regret the family pack of batteries he’d insisted upon because:

“The kids are going to love these things!” 

And love them they did.

What Eddie hadn’t anticipated however, was his utter horror at sound of the little fucker’s voices.

The Furbys. Not the children.

The rough nasally whine of an inanimate object that spoke like a person but couldn’t feel things. That could seemingly understand him and learn but didn’t possess a sense of empathy.

They hadn’t seemed so atrocious on the TV. The kids in the ads were laughing and the toy’s little voices hadn’t been anywhere near as grating. 

But in real life, the Uncanny Valley was instantaneous and powerful. 

Unfortunately for Eddie, so was the love the kids felt for their new toys. Their little eyes turned dark and possessive when he had suggested they put them away for a while.

“Let them play, we don’t have anywhere to be.” Karmen had argued, her fingers stroking over the mohawk style mane of one of the creatures and making him want to gag at how comfortable she was with it.

“How do you turn them off?” Eddie had asked her quietly a little while later. While the children were getting ready to go outside and make a snowman with Grandpa Wayne. 

Their fluffy abominations forgotten for now and chittering to one another on the coffee table in front of their parents.

“Uh, I think they have to go to sleep.” She had answered, looking up briefly from her gameboy.

“Sleep?” Eddie had croaked. “Like a baby? You can’t just turn them off?”

“Awww look at this one!” Karmen had cooed, seemingly oblivious to his distress as she pointed the screen of her device in his face and showed him a Vulpix. “He’s a widdle fox!” 

Eddie had stared at the little creature on the screen. A sense of dread filled him as the kids had rushed back into the room and picked up their toys while Karmen went back to her game.

“Leave them inside guys, they’ll stop working if you get them wet.” She’d said absently, the chorus of disappointed whining not phasing her as she threw a virtual ball at a little monster on her screen.

“I’m sure it’s fine.” Eddie had chuckled uncomfortably, jumping out of his skin as a heavy hand landed on his shoulder and the Furby closest to him seemed to laugh at his expense.

He wondered if that was possible as he looked up and locked eyes with Uncle Wayne. 

“Leave those terrifying critters in here or I’m going home.” He said flatly, the kids screeching with glee at the thought that someone as tough as Grandpa Wayne was scared of such a silly looking kid’s toy.

Eddie had taken it upon himself to clean up that morning. Gathering all the gift wrap and empty packages and hiding behind the trash cans outside to read the back of the Furby box to try and figure out how to turn them off. 

Karmen was right.

It said that they had a light sensor in their forehead and if they spent long enough in the dark they would go to sleep. So he’d done the only rational thing he could think of. Picked them both up, shuddered as their little ears moved against his hands and shoved them in the pantry.

Karmen had eyed him suspiciously from her place on the couch. But ultimately she was too enthralled by Pokemon Red to really care. Grateful when he offered to get breakfast started as a way to take the heat off himself.

He’d dug his own grave already. He just didn’t know it.

The muffled yammering of the toys simmered down after a few minutes in the cupboard and Eddie had moved on to thinking about other things like which Lego set he was going to build first. 

His relief at the silence had been short lived as the kids came rushing back inside complaining about being freezing.

Karmen had begrudgingly turned off her game, taking over lunch and making Wayne a coffee while Eddie took the kids to the bathroom to have a warm shower. 

They’d returned twenty minutes later and as they entered the living room from the hallway Karmen had called out for Eddie to grab the condiments from the pantry to help her set the table.

He’d opened the door without thinking. A shriek flying from his lips as the light hit the little vermin he’d decided for some God forsaken reason, to leave at head height and both sets of eyes flew open to blink at him lazily.

“Dah-ay-loh-oo-tye!” They shouted in unison as Eddie leaped backwards, his shoulder blade connecting with the opposite wall and making him take in a rattling gasp of a breath as he slowly slid down the wall and onto the floor.

Breathing heavy through the pain in his joints as he sat, defeated, for a long moment. Before he finally mustered the courage to lol his head to the side. Fully aware that the entire family was watching him and waiting to see what would happen next.

The silence would have been deafening if not for the janky hum of the mechanics inside the toys as they blinked at nothing. Repeating the same phrase over and over until one of them yawned and they both started snoring.

The comical drag of the whistling snort made him close his eyes as he waited for someone to say something.

“Dad’s scared of Furby.” Evie stage whispered, looking at Karmen with concern in her big beautiful eyes as her Mother frowned in his direction.

“Mmm.” She hummed. The room fell silent once again until the tight purse of Wayne’s lips could be contained no longer and he spat out a laugh so hearty that it startled the kids.

Both of them turned to him with the same fearful eyes he recognized as Eddie’s before they realized what was happening and laughed along with him. 

They locked eyes with one another quickly. Pupils dilated as their little faces lit up with glee. Both of them turning to Eddie with borderline unhinged expressions of pure delight that reminded him somehow of when he’d looked back at Steve in 1986. Snapping the wires in his fingers together and finally getting to say ‘Fuck you Maureen’ by stealing her house.

“Dad’s scared of Furby.” Evie repeated, barely contained excitement dripping from her tone as the children stared at one another with unrestrained joy and silently schemed on how to best take advantage of this new, hilarious and highly unusual situation.

Dad wasn’t scared of anything.

Except yes Dad was. 

He was scared of so many things all the time.

But he’d never admit it to the children.

“Well it sure is a shame that there’s no children in here.” Karmen said loudly, in the present time as she stepped inside the bedroom. “Because any toys that are still on the floor in the living room when the guests start arriving are going in the trash.” She continued as she stopped in front of Eddie and crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Kah-mee-mee-noo-loo!” The closest exclaimed, muffled shushing and the rustling of clothing not enough to prevent the toy under the bed from responding to its friend. 

“Dah-doo-ay-wah!” It shouted happily. Eddie scrunching up his nose at the sound as Karmen tried not to laugh at the little hands she could see fumbling with the furry thing under the bed.

“Kids, seriously. It’s not funny anymore. Leave Dad alone.” She said as firmly as she could. The absurdity of the situation making it hard to be sincere.

“I’m fine!” Eddie lied as the kids slowly showed themselves, reappearing beside their Mother. 

Mischievous grins on their faces until they caught her eye and had the humility to look half apologetic.

“Sorry Daddy.” Evie said softly, eyes twinkling under long fluttery lashes that rivaled the Furby’s as she blinked at him. Feigning innocence while knowing exactly what she was doing. She was nearly twelve now. She never called him Daddy anymore unless she really wanted to tug at the heartstrings. 

“You too.” Karmen gestured at their other child. The little boy, the picture of Eddie as a child, stared up at him with eyes that were somehow bigger and even more like his than Evie’s had ever been.

“Sowwy.” He murmured, pouting his lips as Eddie looked between them both tiredly. He was too big now to be forgoing his R’s. 

He couldn’t blame them. They were twice as clever as he had been at their ages. But he had been twice as manipulative.

“Thank you.” He ground out. Deciding to accept the apology and move on instead of continuing to pretend as though they hadn’t scared him. 

“Good job. Go and pick up your toys.” Karmen said wearily, sick of repeating herself.

She turned back to Eddie as they left. Sitting herself down on the bed next to him and placing her hands on his thigh. She leaned on them heavily, staring deeply into his eyes as he relished in her undivided attention.

It was rare these days but it still made him flush like it had the night they met. His heart beating like crazy as he took in the sight of her fully dressed and ready to host.

She looked delicious.

“For the love of God, please get dressed.” She said simply. Making him throw his head back and scoff.

She chuckled, fisting a hand in his hair and pulling him in for the kiss he’d been hoping for. His hands groped greedily at her as she pulled away. “Ah ah, we don’t have time.” She warned him quickly, placing a finger over his lips to quiet him as he tried to argue about how quick he could be. “Get dressed.” She repeated, as Eddie grumbled about not really wanting to make any more babies anyway since all they did was bully him.

“Woah!” Said a voice from the floor. Both of them jumping but Karmen yipping in surprise and kicking out her high heel clad foot in reflex.

The black and white Furby that had been left behind was hurled across the carpet. Hitting the closed door of the closet hard and rolling back towards them. Stopping in the middle of the rug, its ear half hanging off and his grainy little robot voice skipping as it tried to tell them how much it loved them.

Karmen brought her hands up to cover her face. Tears springing to her eyes as she realized what she had done.

Eddie stared at the toy open mouthed. It’s skipping voice and hanging ear making it look a sorry sight as it jittered around on the rug.

His eyes slowly slid from the malfunctioning toy to her. They locked gazes for a quick second. Eddie registering the shock and sadness in her emerald orbs and jumping into action. Diving for the creature and pulling it to him as he clicked the ear back in place, good as new.

He leaned to the side, craning to try and see if the kids were on their way up the hall as he put his finger in the bastard thing’s mouth and pressed down on its tongue. Gagging as it stopped trying to talk and made slurping and sucking sounds as if it was being fed. 

It was eating him.

He pushed through the disgust, pressing and holding another button on the bottom at the same time and after a few seconds the thing turned off, successfully reset. He flipped it on its head and then held it upright on his hand as they both waited with baited breath.

The toy came back to life suddenly. Bidding Eddie good morning without stuttering in the gibberish language it spoke and they both let go of a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you.” Karmen breathed as Eddie put the critter back on the floor. 

“You gave it the Eddie Special.” He laughed, making her whimper at the reference to his speech disorder.

Eddie chuckled at his own joke. Flopping back on the bed and groaning long and loud.

Goddammit. 

Why did he have to love his damn kids so much?

He should have left it broken.

“Wait.” Karmen said suddenly, staring down at the demon toy with confusion on her face before turning to him. “You know how to turn them off?” She asked incredulously. Slapping him on the thigh and watching as his shoulders shook with a dramatic, yet quiet, fake cry in response.

He did.

He did know how to turn them off.

It had been on the back of the box he’d read Christmas morning and he’d considered it many, many times since the point when he was hunched in the snow reading about it.

But when he had seen the glint in his children’s eyes after the first time he’d frightened himself, he hadn’t had the heart to do that to them. He knew, deep down in his heart of hearts, that if it made his kids happy he would continue to be voluntarily startled for the rest of his life.

Wayne could have thrown many rubber snakes and fake poos in the trash over the years but he never did. He always reacted with the appropriate shock or disgust and gave Eddie the show he’d been hoping for when he spent a good twenty minutes rigging them up to fall from his bedroom door or finding the perfect hiding spot to scare him the most.

Looking back, he knew logically that there was no way he’d actually surprised the man every single time. But he was allowed to feel like he did when he was a kid and those were some of the memories he cherished the most from when he was little.

It just so happened that Eddie’s kids had accidentally found the perfect toy to terrorize him with. One that provoked an actual fear response every single time and kept them coming after him.

Although, he had to admit. Seeing it all broken on the floor after Karmen had kicked it had taken some of the power away from it. Reminding him that after all it was just a toy and making him almost feel sorry for it in a strange way.

It looked kind of pathetic and evoked his sense of empathy.

He guessed he kind of did understand now why Karmen had stayed with him all these years.

He sighed heavily. Closing his eyes and listening to the string of nonsense coming out of the toy's mouth. His eyes shooting open suddenly as he gasped in realization, sitting bolt upright and grinning at his wife with the same unhinged smile she’d seen on their kid’s faces on Christmas Day.

“Kids!” He shouted, making her jump. “Mum’s scared of Furby!”

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A/N: In 2020 Evie texts Eddie a picture of a Long Furby and he cries about it.

So apparently I'm the only person ever that loves the original Furby and doesn't want it to burn in hell? 🤷‍♀️

Furby doesn't actually wake up in a light room but it never shuts the fuck up either so the chances of them just not hearing it talking were slim. I needed to add a feature.

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[thruheavenandhighwater]

Okay so I have kind of a weird/ specific request for an Eddie fic. Problem is, I haven't seen anyone who writes the kind of fic I want to read, so I don't know who (if anyone) I can send my request to. So I'm just gonna post it and hope that someone out there sees and is able and willing to write it! Okay. So.

Basically, I want Eddie and Queer!Fem!Platonic OC or reader. A sweet little something about Eddie comforting her through her mother being homophobic. Straight up based on my own damn life. I'm kinda sorta writing something similar, but it's going to be 12+ parts long and I'm only on part 4. Literally I just need to read something about Eddie being loving and supportive and comforting because I wish I had that irl, but I don't. I'd also be thrilled to read this as a Steve fic, but I don't want to ask for too much.

Anyway, if anyone is able to write this, I'd probably cry. If you do write this please please please tag me!

[snake-queen04]

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

magical mimic

kinktober, day thirty

a/n: happy witch!reader season 🔮

warnings: eddie munson x witch!reader, smut, established relationship, magic, mutual masturbation, sex toys, dirty talk

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Fingertips kissing the flared base, you pushed the dildo back in, angling it up slightly to nudge against your g-spot. Lips parted in a hushed moan, your fingers fluttered back up to rub your clit, your lavish circles growing more desperate as your gaze returned to your boyfriend beside you, his own fist tight around his cock as he leisurely got himself of as well.

Utterly enchanted by his strokes, an idea suddenly popped into your hazy head. Not relenting the tease to your pearl, you reluctantly loosened the pinch your other one had around your nipple and sneakily began to flick the pointer finger back and forth, through the air, eyes glued to his rhythm as you magically tried to make the toy mimic it. 

As you let out a breathy moan, Eddie’s gaze flickered back to you, quickly noticing the glimmer to your wafting hand. Squinting his eyes, a smirk then bloomed on his lips as he put the pieces together, almost laughing as he changed his pace just to make sure.  

“Are you-… copying me?” 

“Mhm,” you giggled, gazing up at his grin, “I mean,” you let the enchantment faulter as another spell flickered across your memory, “I could also just do this,” reaching out, you grabbed his occupied hand and placed it upon the toy still lodged deep within you. Concentrating a moment, you stared deeply into his eyes as you muttered, “inflo traisum contrarotulus,” the lights in your room temporarily flickering at the incantation before you flashed him a satisfied smile, “there!” guiding his fingers back to his girth before he got any ideas of his own. 

“…alright,” he narrowed his eyes, “what did you-,” but as soon as he returned to his lavish strokes, all of his confusion melted away just as you melted down against his shoulder, fuzzily digging your teeth into his skin to muffle your moan, “oh…” he watched how the fake phallus miraculously moved in and out of you in the exact same way he was touching himself, “oh my god, did you really-, that’s so fucking hot!”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[psychotic-nonsense]

"I'm sorry."

It's the first thing Steve says after everything.

After getting Vecna Cursed. After nearly dying. After a hallucination of Eddie saved him. After running through a looped forest. After finding sanctuary in Steve's memory of that Starcourt bathroom. After Eddie reveals himself as Eddie.

It's the only thing he can think of. It's not big enough to fit everything, but it's the only thing that fits in his mouth.

"Don't be."

Maybe that's the only thing Eddie can think of too. The only thing Eddie can bear to say.

Because don't be can't stop Steve's eyes from watering when he sees the vest in his closet. Don't be can't stop Steve's feet from dragging him to the cemetery every evening to clean Eddie's graffiti-covered tombstone. Don't be can't stop Steve from sitting beside Wayne and listening to him talk about the Eddie he remembers. Don't be can't stop Eddie's body from showing up in Steve's dreams, nor Eddie's corpse from his nightmares. Don't be couldn't keep the pain away enough, didn't stop Vecna from latching onto it while Steve was walking alone in the woods.

Don't be isn't enough for what Steve wants to hear. But even stuck here waiting, hoping, for someone to get Steve out, there just isn't enough time.

"I miss you."

"...Why?"

Eddie says it back so quickly, so quietly, like it's just unfathomable to him. Maybe it is, considering their last memories. But their eyes meet and he looks just as sad, just as longing, as Steve.

"You were my friend."

Steve can't help but say it like that. Like they were friends for years instead of days. Like Eddie was that important to him in their final moments. Like his heart really aches for Eddie every second of the apocalypse.

Can't help but say it like he means it.

"I wish we could've had more time..."

Steve's voice cracks a little there as he turns away, hiding. It's all he wants. It's all Vecna used to entice him with. It's all that's keeping him going, to finally fulfill the last request Eddie made. It's all he has left to feel close to Eddie.

The Eddie that's sitting right next to him, silent, his sight weighing on Steve's skin. Conscious and aware and the real Eddie. Trapped in Vecna's head as a backup power source, yet who still risked everything to come save Steve. Who Steve will never see again because killing Vecna means killing Eddie for good, and his heart doesn't want it, is begging for another solution...

But for once, his broken head overpowers his shattered heart.

"Maybe we did."

Eddie takes Steve's hand. Meets Steve's surprised look with his own small smile of hope. They're both suddenly tearing up, eyes glistening with life in this gray stall.

"Maybe in another world, we got a second first chance. A first second chance. Maybe even a third, or fourth. Maybe in a different life, we had everything we wanted. Because you, Steve Harrington, are too good for me to be doomed to meet just once."

And for a moment, Steve sees it. Feels it. Versions of them connected through the universe.

Little kids playing in the lake. One with bruised skin and shaved hair, loud but unfathomably lonely. One with a bruised heart and soft eyes, timid but stubbornly hopeful.

A rockstar with glittering chains, center stage in the spotlight. A set of eyes in the crowd or behind the curtain, watching only him.

A werewolf and a vampire, two cryptids of horror, meeting in the dead of a full moon night to feel safe with the only other one who understands.

A future where they won, where the only death was the one that mattered. A process of healing and learning, coming home to a family every single day.

A world without pain, without their hell, where two high schoolers found freedom from their shackles and company in each other. Hiding away together in the dark corners of the town.

Steve even sees other versions of them. Versions that he knows were originally never supposed to meet, yet forces so much greater than them pulled them together.

A metalhead drug dealer, constantly getting into trouble with one nail-bat-weilding cop.

A criminal's fugitive nature leading him to a rugged trailer park, and the dangerous owner within one such home.

An eccentric king in an old coliseum, always choosing one particular warrior as his champion.

A young programmer being pulled away from his work by sobs above his apartment, running upstairs to check on the law student that recently moved in.

Two actors, finding an easy friendship in the months of filming one season of a show that would change their lives.

In that moment, Steve's overwhelmed by the closeness he suddenly feels with the soul beside him. Falling into tears, he pulls Eddie into a tight hug, holding him so so close to convey everything he can't say. Feeling Eddie hold him back, hearing everything Eddie can't say in return.

Familiar music comes on outside the stall. Robin's voice calls out to him, telling him to come home.

And when he does leave, Steve hopes that someone out there will understand that he never can. Because here in Eddie's arms is the only place that will ever truly feel like home.

"Thank you... for everything, Eddie."

Thank you, Steve. For everything and more..."

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- List of AUs, in order, after, "Versions of them connected through the universe": Childhood Friends / Rockstar!Eddie / Werewolf!Steve & Vampire!Eddie / Eddie Survives / No Upside Down & High School

- List of Multiverse Steddie AUs, in order, after, "...yet forces so much greater than them pulled them together": Eddie x Gator / Baron x Michael / Geta x Sean / Keys x Eric / Quinn and Keery

[niku30]