#stanger things x reader

[zo-inks]

Eleven and Max with older fem! Reader as a sister figure.

(Reader owns a rat)

(Works at scoops ahoy)

Helping Eleven understand more vocabulary

Telling hopper that she’s growing up, meaning he’s gonna have to let her go sometimes.

Helping max with Billy even though he doesn’t like you.

^means taking fully responsibility on why she’s late

Helping them with the break up situation

“Are you sure you wanna spy on them” they deserve some privacy too

“Does it matter [Y/n{ ?” You roll your eyes

Leaving them to go to work,

Steve is here to drive me, so don’t cause to much trouble while I’m gone.

They spy when you’re not there

Showing them your pet rat named after Teenage Mutan Ninja turtles. splinter

Freaking them out

They get use to it 

They try to figure out who you like.

You tease them about it.

Max asking for free ice cream, Eleven asking for waffle cones.

“Again, El it’s not the same things as Eggo waffles.

Being there for max when Billy is gone.

Crying when Eleven moves away.

“You need to call me everyday.”

Being apart of the Cali group with Mike and Will

Watching Will cry about Mike

Almost Beating up Eleven’s bully

“Hey freak-” *cue you standing behind Eleven with your arms crossed”

You getting high with Jonathan and Argyle when Eleven goes missing again.

Debating if pineapple goes on pizza with Eleven.

[kurooisant]

there is currently a tumble weed in my inbox LMAO 

but no fr i wanna write ppl’s ideas they have for michael afton, peepaw willy, sally face, stranger things or even the outsiders ahhhhh anyways, but before requesting pls check out the overview of my acc (it has rules and other fun stuff)

[msgexymunson]

Forbidden Fruit

Description: The newest object of your affections happens to be Eddie; your father's closest friend!

A/N: this is just smut personified and I ain't even sorry. Enjoy it with caution, hells saving a mighty fine warm spot for you ;). 

Warnings: age gap, Eddie's in his forties, reader implied 20s. Voyeurism, fingering, p in v unprotected sex (wrap the thingy, trust me I'm old) 

5k words

Masterlist Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Delicate fingers are slipping under the waistband of your sleep shorts. You stroke at your soft skin, running in teasing patterns. Your body begins to react to your secret touches, downy hairs starting to stand on end as your skin prickles with sensation. Then your hand drifts lower, lower, until it meets your pubic hair. Massaging your breast with your other hand you try to relax and empty your mind, just focus on the feeling. Not that it works. All you see when you close your eyes is Eddie. 

This is wrong. So fucking wrong. He was at least 20 years your senior. Hell, he was one of your father's closest friends. It may as well be forbidden. He probably thinks of you more like a daughter than a lover. 

You couldn't help it though. Recently he was just looking so damn fine. You're not sure if it was just him getting better with age, or you growing up and appreciating the man in front of you. Either way, woof. 

Your fingers find your clit as you think back to earlier today; the events of which hadn't been much help in quenching your mounting feelings. It had been a lovely day, the sun was beating down and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Eddie and your father had teamed up to do some of the yard work. Eddie was always on hand to help with any manual labour, or to fix things. He was really very good with those hands. 

Well, it was a beautiful day, so sunbathing seemed perfectly acceptable behaviour, and not an excuse to be in the yard at all. Nuh uh. You'd headed outside in your skimpy red bikini, book in hand, and laid on a lounger keeping one eye on Eddie. 

God, he'd looked particularly good today. His hair was grasped in a messy bun with a shock of grey and white visible through it. His stubble looked a few days old, peppering his chin and sharp jaw. Those eyes of his sparkled, a deep chocolate brown you wanted to dive into. Jeans clung to his muscular thighs, only wearing an old wife beater on top, showing off his tattoos and chiselled arms. There was a brief moment when he'd lifted up his vest to use it to wipe the sweat from his brow. Abs had gleamed in the midday sun, flexing and taunting you on purpose, or at least it had felt that way. 

When your father had gone inside to grab them both a beer, Eddie had sauntered over to you and crouched right by your lounger. You had done everything you could to keep your face neutral, even though your head was screaming and flinging its metaphorical hands in the air. 

"Hey sweetheart." 

The gravel in his voice sent shivers down your spine. 

"Hey Mr Munson." You responded, trying to keep your eyes on your book. 

"How many times I gotta tell ya? Call me Eddie." 

You glanced over and saw a slow grin creeping across his face, as he eyed you up and down. Is he checking me out? 

Tearing his eyes away, he spoke again. 

"So, where's the little boyfriend today?" 

"What? Oh, him. We broke up. He was… selfish" you reminded yourself of all those disappointing encounters, flicking through your mind like a magazine of the mundane.

His grin widened at that. 

"Oh, that's such a shame." 

He sounded so sincere, but that smile of his was certainly telling a different story. You found yourself looking at the way his eyes crinkled when he grinned. Probably thought he wasn't good enough for me, just like father said. 

It was like he'd read your mind. 

"He wasn't good enough for you anyway." 

"You think?" 

He'd leaned into you, as if telling a secret. You could smell him, lingering sweat, aftershave and cigarettes. Drawn to him, you'd sat up and moved a little closer. His words were a whisper in your ear, his hot breath on your neck making your heart beat just a little too fast.  

"What you need is a real man." 

Mouth falling open, you snapped your head to face him. A quick wink and he was back on his feet, smiling at your father who had just returned from the kitchen. He had walked off without a glance back. 

You press your clit harder at the memory of his words, your other hand snaking its way into your top to tease at your hardened nipple. A real man. 

Was he talking about himself? Or had he just been teasing you for your taste in boys? Either way, his words had made you wet, your thighs clinging together in supplication. 

Fuck it. If he was on your mind you may as well lean into it. Your thoughts wandered, making up scenarios in your head, thinking of those thick fingers replacing yours. Your speed on your clit doubles, thighs squeezing together. It still wasn't enough. There wasn't enough pressure. 

Pulling your hand away in a huff, your eyes land on a cushion on your bed. Hmm, now that just might do. 

Clambering to your bare knees, you straddle it, positioning the seam to sit just where you needed it. 

Now, this was better. You could almost imagine him underneath you as you humped at his impressive length. You assume he had a huge cock. Well, he did in your fantasies anyway. Pulling your top off and away, you tease at your sensitive nipples, one hand keeping the cushion in place. 

So close, you were so close. The warm feeling was pooling in your belly, your clit humming with desire. Scrunching your eyes shut and whimpering, a particularly good rub had you moaning out "Eddie!" 

Unfortunately, you had failed to hear the approaching footsteps. 

"Yeah sweetheart?" 

Frozen, you can only watch in abject horror as your bedroom door swings open and the object of your fantasies is standing in the door frame. 

"Oh shit, I thought- did you just say my name?" He seems split between looking away and getting an eyeful. 

Grasping the bed sheet you quickly cover up your bare chest, cheeks burning scarlet. 

"Sorry." He adds, looking you up and down one last time, and finally swings the door shut. 

Well that's it, now I need to move to a different state. Fuck fuck fuck. 

"Hey, honey, come hear a sec!" Your mother's voice, ringing up the stairs. Trying to get the blood to diffuse from your cheeks with sheer force of will, you hastily scramble to put your top back on. 

"Coming!" You shout back. Well, you nearly had. So fucking close. 

Making your way downstairs past the bathroom you see your parents arm in arm, Eddie spread out on one of the bar stools in the kitchen. Practically feeling his grin from here, you focus on your parents. 

"We're going out to dinner hon. Mr Munson here, well he was going to have a look at the cable. I can't get the damn thing to work. Sure you don't mind Eddie? Ain't you got somewhere else to be?" Your father looks towards Eddie with his question. 

"Nope. Completely free. I'm sure I can fix it." 

"Thanks buddy, you're a lifesaver. Hon, can you look after him? Make sure to give Mr Munson anything he needs." 

Cheeks flaring again with heat, you mumble out your agreement. 

"Thanks sweetie!" Your mother adds, planting a peck on your cheek. Then, they leave. It's just you and Eddie. 

He begins to walk towards you. The walls suddenly seem too close, your skin itchy, hairs standing on end. He stops in front of you, too close for comfort. A rough hand reaches to you and you flinch. He quickly pulls it away. 

"Well, better fix the cable." He smiles at you, and turns on his heel to the TV room, leaving you staring at his retreating ass as he leaves. 

Maybe he's not going to mention it? 

The thought seems too good to be true. You turn to leave, back the way you came, but a strange force is pulling at your gut. Pretty soon you're standing in the door frame of the TV room, staring at Eddie's ass as he bends to look at the cable box.

Fuck, that perfect ass.

He must have changed from earlier. Maybe he'd had a shower? He certainly smelled good. Staring at his back you notice his hair looked damp. 

OK, so, ignore what happened. Eddie seemed to be. Act natural. Be a good host. 

"Eddie, do you want a beer?" 

He doesn't bother looking back, but you hear his deep voice say, "sure thing sweetheart." 

Making your way back to the kitchen, you grab a beer for him and one for yourself, to steady your nerves. 

Placing it on the coffee table, you let him know it's behind him, as you swig your own. 

"Could you come down here sweetheart? I need a hand." 

You fall to your knees beside him. 

"Show me your hands?" 

Confused, you hold your palms up. 

"Perfect, tiny hands. Here." And he grasps one, swallowing it up in his large palm. The skin on skin contact is a shock to your system. 

He pulls your arm gently. 

"There's a cable right there, can you reach that?" 

Sticking your tongue out of the corner of your mouth, you extend your arm, reaching into the gap he couldn't quite hit. 

"Got it." 

"That's it. Good girl." You suck in a sudden breath at his words, warmth simmering in your core. Eddie doesn't seem to notice. 

He's adjusting some other cable, moving the network box to a better position as you stare at the veins in his neck. 

"So, did you finish?" 

"Huh?" Confusion floods your face as you scrunch your eyes at his words. 

"Earlier, when I walked in. Did you finish?" 

Your mouth hangs open. He mentioned it so nonchalantly, not even gaining eye contact. You're so shocked that you answer him without thinking about it. 

"N-no." 

"Shame." 

What sort of alternative reality is this? 

"OK, can you feel my hand? Give me that cable." 

You pass it to him wordlessly, fingers brushing his ever so slightly. 

"There. Should be fine now. Try the remote."

Turning the TV on, it does indeed work. You switch it off as Eddie sits back on his heels. 

"It just wasn't wired correctly. Easy mistake to make. So, you need a hand?" 

"Huh?" You sound out doltishly as he swigs his beer. 

"Seemed like you could do with some help earlier is all." 

Swallowing hard at his words, you feel your thighs clench and your heart race. 

"Eddie, what are you saying, exactly?" Words spilling out a lot calmer than you felt. 

"All I'm saying is, you looked like you could use some help. I reckon I could help you out. A lot more than a cushion, anyway." He says, a slow smile spreading over his face making your knees want to melt.

You stare and stare, momentarily lost for words. 

"Come on sweetheart, there's a reason why you were moaning my name. We need to get whatever this is out of our system. " 

You will your legs to move, to flee. They don't. They have their own agenda it seems, taking a shaky step towards him, and another. He's still kneeling on the floor, a slight smirk pulling at his face as if he has all the time in the world. 

Your knees do buckle then, under the weight of his words, as you mirror his position. There's a slight gap between you, but you're closer than you think you ever have been. The air between you seems to hum with desire, an electric current buzzing back and forth. 

Reaching out with hesitant fingers, you finally close the distance, resting your hand softly on his knee. 

"I'm- I'm sorry that I, erm, said your name, it's so damn embarrassing-" 

"Don't be sorry," he responds, his giant hand coming to rest over yours sending your pulse into overdrive, "that was the hottest thing I've ever seen." 

"Really?" You can't help the disbelief dripping all over your tone. 

"You're kidding right? I've been fuckin' hard for the last hour, I'm sure it's not healthy." 

You giggle into your hand at his confession and move to look down, but his hand is on your jaw then, pulling your chin up. 

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, you know. We can just forget all this and I'll leave." 

His stare is firm and sincere, but there's an undercurrent of need behind those eyes, one that's making the pulse between your legs hammer out a tattoo on your insides. 

Before it even registers in your head, you're the one pushing toward him, drawn in by that stare. Your lips are crushing against his when you realise you had taken the leap and kissed him. Eddie's hand presses into the small of your back, pushing you bodily against him, the other snaking into your hair. Opening your mouth to deepen the kiss his tongue begins to slide against yours. Never had a kiss felt so good, so sordid. You wrap your arms around his middle to steady yourself as he explores your mouth greedily. 

A slam of a car door snaps you back to reality; pushing your body off him hurriedly you look around with wild eyes. 

"Hey, sweetheart, it's OK. It's not them, it's too early for that." 

You stop and listen, and realise he's right. 

"Sorry." 

"Hey, it's OK." He smiles, flooding your tummy with warmth. 

"You wanna go and get comfortable, sweets? We can, well, just this once."

You nod and stand up wordlessly, leading him to your bedroom. Your pace is slow and measured as you walk up the stairs, belying the running commentary in your head. 

Oh fuck, I can't believe this is happening. This is Mr Munson for fucks sake. Dad would absolutely freak. Oh fuck. 

As you're closing the door, he's kicking his shoes off and sitting up on your bed. His rough demeanour and chiselled physique look so out of place, juxtaposed by the sweet pink bedclothes. 

"Come here sweetheart, right here." He says, patting his lap. You move over to him, trying to work out exactly where he wants you. 

"Knees either side, come on baby, I know you know how to straddle." His smile is dipped in sin, biting his lower lip slightly and flashing his teeth. You take a shaky breath and mount him, your thin sleep shorts barely covering your expectant pussy. 

"Can you, um, take your jeans off?" You ask hesitantly, "I wanna feel you." 

"Whatever you want baby, I'm here to help." 

You sit awkwardly to one side as he wiggles his jeans off those perfect hips, giving you a teasing sliver of his lower abdomen to gawp at before he's gripping your hips forcefully and pushing your core down against his solid bulge. 

"Hmm, nearly perfect," he says, giving you an appraising look. 

"What's not right?" You feel your cheeks blush, waiting for him to point out some flaws you have. 

"Well, I'm sure when I walked in earlier with you in this position you were topless." 

An impossible amount of blood flushes your face, chest, neck. Eddie's thumbs trace calming circles into the flesh of your hips, catching the hem of your top and slipping just beneath. 

Lifting your top up hesitantly, you move your arms up and away, discarding the clothing on the floor of your room. 

Eddie's eyes are fixated on your nude breasts, letting out a slow breath. He holds your hips harder, fingers bruising into you. 

"There. Perfect. You are perfect sweetheart. Such a good girl for me." 

It's deeply pathetic, the noise that escapes your lips at his praise, but it serves to break the spell Eddie is under and forces him to look at your rosy cheeks and pouting lips. 

"Fuck, you like that sweetheart?" He asks, large hands clinging to your hips, starting to grind you back and forth. His breathing is laboured, as if he's trying to hold himself together.

"Yeah." You say back, voice small, hiding under his studious gaze. 

"Don't go all shy on me now baby. This good, yeah?" 

You nod, mewling at the sensation. He's rock hard, and just the feel of his solid dick rubbing back and forth, hitting your swollen clit with each pass has your head spinning. Just two layers, two layers of flimsy fabric lay between him and you. Between him entering you. 

"Talk to me sweetheart. What do you need?" 

His eyes are searching yours, so eager to make you happy. 

"Please, please play with my nipples." 

A rough hum rumbles from his throat, hands creeping up to your chest. 

"So polite. Whatever you need sweetheart." 

Taking over grinding over his member, you feel your skin thrumming, heat bubbling in your gut as his hands begin to trace over your curves. His thumbs graze the underside of your tits with confident movements. Expecting him to start pinching at your nipples, it takes you entirely by surprise when he leans forward and takes one in his mouth, sucking hard. 

Whimpering quietly, you grip his shoulders, willing yourself to be quiet. It's like Eddie can read your fucking mind. Unlatching from your nipple, he grabs your chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your eyes to meet his. 

"I told you. Don't be shy. It's just you and me here. I want to hear you. Every whimper, every fucking moan. I'm committing this to memory, so make it a good one." 

A watery grin unfurls over your face, eyes tearing up unexpectedly. 

"OK Eddie." 

"Good fucking girl." 

"Oh God-"

Before you're done moaning at his words, his lips are immersing your nipple again, wet and warm and rough; as he pinches the other with hardened skin fingertips. A thick tongue darts out, flicking back and forth over the hardened nub. 

"Oh Eddie, oh fuck!" Your moans are loud and unashamed, your hips frantically humping over his turgid cock, clit swollen, nearing on sore.

His breath diffuses over the sensitive skin of your breast. 

"See that's it baby, I know, I know. Keep going, use me." 

Chasing your release your movements become almost violent, hands grasping onto his wavy locks and tugging hard. He groans at that, almost a growl. Teeth scraping your aching nipple, he unlatches with a wet pop and instead bites into the joining spot between your neck and shoulder harder than anyone had done before. The act was bordering on feral. An animalistic gesture, sucking on your flesh as if he was sucking the orgasm out of you. 

It was working. The low simmering in your gut had bubbled over, threatening to pull you under into the deep depths of pleasure. You let it, screaming out his name as you lost breath, quickly losing yourself in the gaping depths of your release. 

Slowing your frantic rocking movements, you finally slow to a halt.

"Feel better sweetheart?" 

You hum, fingers tracing over the muscles of his toned arms. Your pussy hasn't gotten the message however, clenching around nothing. Your walls are pulsing, wanting to clench onto something, anything. 

"Yeah I'm good." 

"Don't lie to me." 

Gasping at his hard words, you look into his eyes. 

"If you're done I'll leave-" 

"No!" You shout, gripping him harshly,

fingernails embedding into his skin. This can't be over, not yet.

"See?" He laughs, almost mocking you, "if you need more, say so. I want to help you. What do you need?"

"I-" fuck why is this so difficult? "I need, I need something inside me." 

"See? Was that so hard? You want my fingers baby? I'll make you come, as many times as you need." 

You nod enthusiastically, slipping off his lap. He turns you to the side suddenly so your legs are draped over his. Firm, smooth strokes rub up, up, up your thighs making you quiver. 

"Take these shorts off. I need to see that pretty pussy of yours." 

Wiggling out of them, they land on the floor in a heap. 

"Fuck. Spread your legs a little." 

It isn't in you not to comply. Your knees fall open, entirely exposed. 

"Well, look at you. Fucking perfect." A rough hand slots between your legs, two fingers rubbing the length of your pussy. 

Leaning back on your hands, your back arches into his touch, hips moving upwards to meet each stroke. 

"You really want this? You want me to fuck you with my fingers?" His movements are tantalising and slow. Your body begs for more, more. 

Nodding at him, you soon see it's not enough. 

"Use your words sweetheart." Fingers whisper across forbidden skin, circling around but never touching your clit. 

"Oh God please, please I need you, please fill me up!" All modesty forgotten.

"Fuck, yeah that's it, hmm" you feel his fingers swipe your wet lips, about to go deeper. Leaning forward, he angles his head towards your cunt, and spits, hard.

Holy fucking fuck. 

That act had you clenching all over again, rocking into nothing. 

"Oh she likes that! Dirty girl." 

He smiles his approval and gathers your combined wetness, two fingers diving deep inside you. It's aggressive and rough and entirely what you've been craving. 

"This what you wanted baby? My fingers filling you up? Fucking into your cunt?" 

His words are filthy, switching something inside your head you weren't aware of until just now.

"Yeah, fuck please, stretch me out, I fucking need you baby, please please please!" 

Your tiny hands are gripping onto him, desperately seeking him, digging into skin and flesh. 

"Oh you are so hot. Keep begging, I like it." His salacious grin pours over his features, fingers working you roughly, nestling into a spot inside that had your toes curling. Your breathing is heavy and ragged, as his other hand slaps harshly against your thigh. 

"I said beg." 

His ministrations start to slow. 

"No, don't stop! Please, oh fuck please, I need to fucking come Eddie!" Your eyes seeking his with a desperate gleam, toying with your features. 

"Yeah, that's it sweetheart, fuck," and his hand lands a hard smack against the side of your ass making you shriek. 

"You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" His fingers continue, setting a brutal pace, each stroke reaching your g spot pathetically easily.

"Yeah, oh yes, for you I am." 

A thick tongue runs up the side of your neck, pushing his fingers harder, deeper. 

"Oh Eddie I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, don't stop!" 

"Not stopping, not even if you paid me. Come for me sweetheart." 

Your hips betray you, rubbing against his fingers as hard as they can, desperately seeking your second release. 

They don't have long to look. Suddenly it bursts around you, popping in your head like a firecracker of feeling, pulsing out of you in waves. Your fingers wind into his hair once again as your orgasm floods your system, hands almost frightened of being swept away. 

You knew he was good with his hands but fuck, his words were something else. 

"Oh my God that was incredible." You stutter out, legs still trembling. 

"I aim to please. You good now baby?" His fingers whispering over your arm, catching your nerves, making quivers run over and over you. 

If I'm good, he's gonna leave, and that will be it. Fuck, just don't want it to be over. 

"No. I need you to fuck me. Just this once. Please. I- I need you to cum inside me."

"Shit sweetheart, you want my fuckin' cock? How could I refuse such a sweet good girl." 

Laying you down against your many pillows, he stands, ridding himself of his shirt and pants. 

Oh fuck, just look at his cock. 

It's swollen, throbbing against his slickened pubic hair, wetted by your own juices. Licking your lips impulsively, you spread your legs wide, wanting to guide his hips between yours.

"Fuck that's a pretty dick. So fucking big." 

He looks at you, quirking an eyebrow. 

Oh fuck you just said that out loud. 

"Yeah? You want it? You want me?" 

He's smiling, stroking at his throbbing length, making an emotion akin to jealousness bloom in your chest. 

"I need you Eddie." 

He climbs between your thighs again, letting another glob of spit fly from those perfect lips of his. 

"Oh!" You moan eagerly, writhing beneath him.

"You are perfect, aren't you? Fucking filthy and ready for me." The head of his swollen member nudges your soft opening. 

"I'm on birth control, please just fill me up." 

"Oh fuck you're gonna make me bust if you keep on like that." The words are admonishing, but he sounds impressed. 

His weight dips onto the mattress between your legs, making it sink dramatically. You grab his relatively narrow hips, your slender fingers forcing his body between yours. You need him inside you, now.

The fat, leaking head of his cock rubs against your intumescent lips. 

"Fuck me Eddie, I need you, please fuck me!" You blabber, fingers flexing hard against his hard muscles. 

The mushroom head of his turgid cock pushes against your sodden opening. It breaches you then, forcing its way into your soaking lips. 

Pushing harder and harder into your deepest depths, you whimper, walls quivering around his fat length. 

"Eddie, oh God Eddie!" Your moans are unrestrained and throaty, him rubbing against the spot that makes you wobble inside. 

"You wanna come again? So fucking greedy sweetheart." You expect those words to have bite to them, but he's grinning, forehead nearly touching yours as he hikes your legs around his middle. 

You hump at him recklessly, hips thrusting against his waist as hard as you can. 

 "Oh my fucking God, fuck!!" 

You release hard, wetness squirting over Eddie's imposing length as you moan hard and loud. 

"Hey honey, we're home!" 

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. 

Your eyes flick wildly to Eddie. It doesn't help that he seems amused, chuckling a silent laugh into your skin. 

"I've, I've gone to bed, see you in the morning!" You cry out desperately, hoping to heaven, or hell, that they listen. 

"Eddie fix the cable?" You hear your mom call out up the stairway. 

"Yeah he's, he's really good with his hands!" You shout back, Eddie's body shaking with silent laughter over you, the arms caging your head trembling with barely contained amusement. 

"Great news, night honey!" 

You grip Eddie's shoulders as hard as you can as you listen for the minute changes in air. There it is, mother and father both going to bed. 

"Fuck that was close." You huff, releasing your titanesque grip on his shoulders. 

"But I'm not done sweetheart." 

He thrusts hard and deep against you, his impressive member rubbing against that sweet spot yet again.

"Eddie, you can't, fuck-"

"Oh I can. You just need to shut up." He grins quietly, holding your body close to his. 

"Oh Eddie, oh-" 

"Shhh, fuck sweetheart, shut the fuck up." He whispers urgently into the skin of your neck. Your mouth forms a perfect 'o', wiggling against him ardently. 

He releases his cum into you with a hard, shuddering thrust, throbbing and throbbing out of him. It pumps inside you, pushing you to the edge of coming yet again.

Eddie knows. 

Grinning wickedly, he latches his teeth to your nipple again and sucks hard. Moments later you feel your release explode from your core, dampening your bed sheets in the process. 

Thrumming against him, sweaty skin against sweaty skin, you manage to coax your breathing to a normal level. 

"I hope that's everything you wanted sweetheart, 'cause it aint happening again." 

Before you can protest, Eddie is leaving the warmth between your thighs and aiming for the window, so no one suspects what just happened between you two. A few sure movements and he disappears, however reluctantly, into the night. Leaving you huffing, and panting, and wanting. 

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[siriuslysmoking]

Oh, Baby

A/N: I have not been motivated in the slightest to write anything recently, but I was in the shower and thought of this.

Warnings: Pregnant!reader, afab!reader, she/her pronouns, delivery, comfort, Y/n is overused, I have no idea what pregnancy or birth feels like, this is all either from google or how I think It'd feel like.

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: You're pregnant, three weeks till your due date, your husband is on tour with his band for a last 'hurrah' before he becomes a stay-at-home dad. One problem. He arrives back at home tomorrow, but your water breaks tonight.

Masterlist

You were making dinner when you felt it, a slight pain in your belly, you turned the stove on to low as you made your way towards the bathroom, you didn't.

Wayne's in the kitchen, getting ready for his night shift, you feel a trickle of liquid rush down your leg. embarrassed you rush back to the kitchen to grab towels.

Then you feel the pain, a soft pain in your lower stomach before a sharp pain travels through your body. You take deep breaths, putting your hands on the counter holding yourself up.

no. nope. not happening.

"Are you alright, Y/n?" Wayne speaks from the living room where he's tying his shoes. you quickly shake your head as the pain leaves after a minute. He moves quickly, coming to your aid.

Wayne was staying with you just in case you needed anything while Eddie was gone. you had a spare bedroom and he was happy to help. "My water might have just broken in the hallway."

Wayne looks, seeing a small puddle of liquid on the hardwood. "You call Eddie, I'll grab your bag, okay?"

You give a soft nod, making your way to the phone, "It's in the nursery."

You punch the numbers of Eddie's phone, before looking to the stove to see the time, it's seven, meaning Eddie is playing his last show for the next few hours.

There's no hope in calling him, he won't have his phone on him, you quickly dial his managers.

ring

ring...

ring...

"Hello?"

"John! It's Y/n, Eddie's wife."

"Hey, hon' what can I do for you?"

"I might be in labor, would really appreciate it if you would notify Eddie."

"Oh! sure thing!"

"Thank you! I'll be at the Hospital in Hawkins, tell him he can reach me there."

"Of course!"

"Alright, thank." You hang the phone back up, just when Wayne comes back down the hallway with your go bag and your shoes. you look at him in appreciation.

"Talk to him?"

"no, I called John, he said he'd relay the message." Wayne nods, heading to the door.

"Ready?"

"Nope."

"Sounds about right." Wayne laughs as he helps your sit and put on your shoes, he grabs your hands, helping you stand up and head out the door.

It's silent for most of the ten minute car drive, there's a total of three contractions on the way there. Wayne just reaches over to squeeze your shoulder.

you walk in the emergency room, a nurse comes quickly with a wheelchair. they find you a birthing room as a nurse starts to ask Wayne questions.

How far along is she?

Is she on any medication?

"Ask me.' Y/n sits up, looking at the nurse.

"Oh! I'm sorry, are you not the father?"

"No!" Both of you shout at the same time.

"I'm-"

"Grandpa, He's the baby' grandpa." The nurse nods, looking over to you.

"Alright, if you can lift your legs on the stirrups, I'll check your dialation." You nod as Wayne comes to your side, he asks you a silent question.

Want me to go? You shake your head, he's the only one here and you'd rather not do it alone.

"Alright, you are six centimeters dilated." Your eyes widen, only four? you need to dilate four more inches?

"How long?"

"It differs from patient to patient, Ma'am."

Another nurse comes into the room, "You have a call, it's transferred to your phone."

Wayne hands you the phone.

"Eddie?"

"Sweetheart?"

"Hey."

"Are you alright?"

"Are you kidding, I'm getting ready to push out your baby and you aren't here."

"right, sorry. I'm about to get onto a flight, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"You better or I will be so pissed at you."

"I know, baby"

"Please hurry."

"I will, I love you, honey."

"I love you too, Eds."

Eddie asks if he can talk to Wayne so you hand the phone to him, just in time for another contraction, Eddie can hear it through the phone, he feels a tear roll down his eye in this empty airport.

That's how your night turns, for three hours, Wayne never leaving your side, telling you to squeeze as hard as you want. You do, you feel bad, but you do. "Alright, Mrs. Munson, you're at nine centimeters."

"Can I push? Please can I push." You can't even hear Wayne's words of encouragement in this moment, you see the doctor shake her head, as she says something, "I change my mind! I don't want to do this! He's supposed to be here!"

There's tears running down your cheek. You had received your Epidural Block two hours ago, you still felt the pain, but right now all you were feeling was the absence of someone who is supposed to be in this room, right now.

“Alright Ma’am, take a deep breath and push for me.” You do as she says, Wayne squeezes your hand. You can finally hear everything around you again, you can also hear the heavy footsteps in the halls.

A doctor hurries in followed by a frantic looking Eddie, you sigh in relief as he makes his way towards you. He kisses your forehead and takes a hold of your hand.

“Another breath and push.” The doctor speaks again, you do, looking at Eddie as you do, you’re so beyond grateful he got here in time.

“One more.” You have tears running down your cheek as you give it your all, you collapse back onto the bed once you’ve done your best, that’s when you hear it. The soft wailing of a child.

“Congratulations, It’s a girl.” Eddie smiles down at you, brushing stray hairs away from your face as he kisses your head once again.

“You did so well, I’m so proud of you.” The nurse hands you the baby and you hold her on your chest as eddie’ hand grazes her little arms. Wayne is sitting in the chair next to the bed as he also smiles at you.

Eddie and you both make eye contact, you have decided on both a name for a girl and a boy.

Eddie of course said, ‘if it’s a boy we have to name him edward jr.’

‘Eds, there is no Edward sr.’ because no one ever calls him Edward

After a split second, you mutter together, “Melanie.”

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[munsonluhvr]

☆ painting their nails - steddie x reader ☆

"Steve, I told you not to move." You whine, as the soft pink nail polish brushes the skin beside Steve's thumbnail. Steve wiggles underneath your touch, his impatience getting the best of him. You sigh, attempting to wipe away the excess nail polish on his skin with your own fingernail.

"I'm trying," Steve says, glancing at his freshly painted nails. He pouts, knowing that the little action tugs at your most sensitive heart strings. "It's just hard to stay still for so long."

Beside Steve, Eddie blows lightly on his dark nails - he had chosen black as his color of choice. "Y/n is almost done, Steve. There's one nail left to do, just be still." Eddie says. He had been perfectly patient for you, intrigued by the process of nail painting. With the feeling of becoming similar to Ozzy Osbourne and other rockstars that paint their nails growing inside him, Eddie didn't mind being still for however long it took.

With one last brush, you plunge the nail polish wand back into the jar and twist the cap. "There," you say, pleased with your work. Maybe you should do this for a career you think. "Now don't touch anything, Steve. I mean it."

Steve nods and holds his hands out away from him, admiring his new pink nails. Eddie mimics Steve, holding his own hands out. You lean back, amused by the boys admiring your handy work. "Do you like it?" you ask, clasping your hands in front of you.

Both Steve and Eddie nod quickly, look at each other's nails and then their own. "I feel like a real rockstar now," Eddie says, glancing at you. He swipes at his air guitar, his fingers twiddling quickly against imaginary strings.

"I think pink is my color, honestly." Steve says, a little smile on his face. He puts his hand out to you, flicking his fingers in your direction. "Don't you think?"

[aestheticaltcow]

Fatherhood: Billy Hargrove

Billy met you when he moved back to California after graduating high school and turning 18. He got a job working at an autobody shop. He watched you pull up in a baby blue 1969 Bronco; he was the first one to come up to ask you what kind of help you needed. You thought he was cute and hoped to run into him again.

While driving home after work, he noticed that same Bronco in the parking lot of the local grocery store. He didn’t want to seem like a stalker, but seeing you twice in one day felt like a sign.

He was right to ‘run into you’ at the grocery store- you asked him if he wanted to hang out that weekend, and the rest was history. 

Your relationship moved ‘quickly,’ saying ‘I love you’ after a couple of months, moving in together at six months, and engaged within a year of knowing one another. Your friends thought you were insane, and so did your parents- until they saw just how happy Billy made you.

After a small wedding on the beach, the two of you enjoyed a few years of married bliss before deciding to start your family. You wanted ‘like a million’ kids. Billy wanted to make you happy but couldn’t suppress his fears of being like his father. ‘Billy, you’re nothing like him- you’re different, love.’ as much as you tried to reassure him, it could only do so much.

You wanted to tell Billy you were pregnant in some cute way, but he beat you to it when he was emptying the bathroom trash, ‘Holy shit.’ he muttered under his breath before going back inside the house to ask you if it was true. When you nodded, he hugged you tightly and promised to be the man you saw him as.

Watching your body change throughout your pregnancy made Billy feral. Knowing you were having his baby- it just did something to him. He’d rub your feet and hands at the end of the day to help alleviate swelling pains. He’d help you rub cocoa butter on your bump to help with stretch marks. He went to every appointment and listened as you summarized parenting books to him. 

When the two of you found out you were having a boy- Billy tried not to think about the pain Neil had put him through; he would be the father he’d wished for as a kid.

Joseph Anothy Hargrove, 8lbs 14 oz, 19 inches, was born August 15, 1991. Billy was in love the second he laid his eyes on the infant; he had your eyes- how could he not fall in love with those eyes all over again?

In the early months of Joseph’s life, Billy felt useless. He tried his best to help and became inactive as Joseph got older and slightly less dependent on you. His favorite time of day was the early mornings he’d spend with Joseph; you’d be asleep in your shared bedroom. Billy would sit in the rocking chair in the corner and hold Joseph against his bare chest, ‘I got you, baby. Daddy’s always gonna be there.’ 

Billy kept that promise. Whenever his son needed him, he was there. He coached Little League basketball and even took a turn being the leader of his Boy Scout group. 

Both of you taught him how cars worked- although you’d sneak away after a few minutes to give the boys their bonding time, you loved how Billy relaxed when he was with Joseph.

Billy had broken the cycle.

[strangerxperv]

Just some Thots on Roommate Eddie x perv reader

(Steddie x reader)

High Libido Low Stamina

Eddie Munson fucks you. He fucks you better than anyone, including yourself. This man has stamina as a rocker and a mechanic so he can pound you. And keep pounding you even when your own stamina fails you. You have low stamina and a high libido that matches Eddie's.

The man has even fucked you to unconsciousness numerous times. After the first time he's learned to keep fucking you because you aren't done cumming. He fucks you till you're satisfied with your head empty as slick slips out of your holes.

Eddie overstimulates you both all the time and still keeps going. This man will take an hour break with you and know you wanna wanna go again. He has no problem making you cum with his tongue after filling you up, he loves Twinkies.

Your relationship is a free use kind of thing for either person. If you wanna fuck? Hop on his dick. If he wants to fill you up? Slip right in. Anytime anywhere so long as company isn't over.

Unless it's Steve, who has fucked both of you together and separately. Hell, Eddie and Steve have stuffed themselves into your cunt at the same time. Both are addicted to the way you strangled their cocks. How they rubbed together inside you.

Maybe Steve will have to become a roommate too?

[allthingsfangirl101]

*The Basketball Coach – Steve Harrington

Masterlist

Warnings: sneaking around kink, protected sex, rough sex, public sex, single-mom, teen pregnancy, language

I sat in the stands, my eyes on the coach. My son and I moved to Hawkins for a new start the summer before he started his junior year of high school. We were well aware of what happened here about 10 years ago, but things were back to normal.

During our first week, my son met some of our neighbors' kids and immediately hit it off with them. He ended up spending the night with a few of them and playing basketball. While he did that, I needed to blow off some steam. After a whole week of moving, cleaning, and setting up our new house, I decided to go to a bar on Saturday night.  Usually, when I go to a bar, I drink alone at the counter. That night, I met someone.

I started talking and flirting with a gorgeous guy my age named Steve Harrington. Four drinks later, we were making out in the bathroom. We were interrupted so we finished in his car. Before I left, he asked me for his number.

We spent the next week flirt-texting each other. When I texted the guy from the bar, I felt like a teenager again. That weekend, he practically begged to see me again. Not that I minded. I was dying to see him again.

Things went like that for a month - flirting all week followed by a heavy weekend where we fulfilled everything we promised while sexting. After that month, Steve told me he wanted more than just a hook-up.

I told him about Johnny and my concerns about dating a guy and he was completely understanding. We started dating but kept it "lowkey". I use quotes because nothing was lowkey about what we did when we were together. We just didn't tell anyone.

When the school year started, Johnny joined the basketball team. He came home talking about his awesomely funny coach, Coach Harrington. I was stunned. The guy I've been sleeping with all summer was now coaching my son's basketball team.

I freaked out to him, but he instantly reassured me. He said that we could keep dating without anyone, especially Johnny, finding out. I wasn't sure at first, but after the first game, I realized one very special thing - sneaking around was incredibly hot.

As the team ran into the locker room, I walked over to the sidelines. I waited until he passed me before moaning, "Good game, Coach."

"Fuck," he moaned as he froze. He looked over and bit his bottom lip as he scanned my body. "I want nothing more than to take you under these bleachers and ravish you until they call the cops because of all the screaming."

"Calm down, hot stuff," I smirked. "Can't have one of your players see their coach fucking one of their moms."

The butterflies in my stomach went crazy because of the way he was looking at me. He chewed on his bottom lip and scanned my body. He took a step closer to me, no longer caring about anyone seeing us.

"There's something I need to show you in the back of my car," he said, his voice low and dark.

"You know," I paused, "Johnny did drive himself."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the side door. I had to jog to keep up with him as he led me through the empty employee parking lot. He unlocked his car and I climbed in. I laid on my back as he crawled in.

I couldn't help but giggle as he closed the door behind him. Unable to wait any longer, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to me. Steve smirked before crashing his lips onto mine.

We let out moans as we undressed each other. I caused Steve to groan as I tore off his polo. He kept himself as close to me as possible and pulled my shirt over my head. He glanced over my chest and moaned.

He didn't go back to kissing me. Instead, he tore my skirt down to my knees. I smirked as he sat up, letting me kick it the rest of the way off. Without breaking eye contact, Steve yanked my underwear down. As he took off his pants and boxers, I reached into the pouch behind the front seat and pulled out our hidden supply of condoms.

Steve sat back and waited for me to put it on him. He loved it when I put the condom on him. He leaned his head back, moaning as I slipped it on. The second I was done, Steve crashed his lips to mine. I ran my fingers through his hair as our bodies rubbed against each other.

I arched my back as Steve roughly pushed into me. He broke the kiss and smirked when he saw my face all scrunched from the pressure.

"Oh, Steve," I moaned. He cut me off by leaning down and smashing his face between my breasts. I let out a girlish giggle as he slipped his tongue under my bra.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath. I gasped when he pulled out of me and sat up, quickly bringing me with him. Steve grabbed me and roughly brought me onto his lap. He guided my hips until he was making me ride him.

"Holy shit, baby," I moaned as I arched my back.

"Why does it feel like it's been forever since we. . ." He cut himself off when I brought my hips down rougher.

Our orgasms built the longer I was on top of him. He pressed his hands to my shoulder blades as he brought my chest to his face. I moaned as he did what I loved - licked me.

"Baby," he growled. I gasped when he laid us down without pulling out of me. He took back control instantly. The longer he had control, the closer we got to finishing. Until my phone started ringing.

"Shit," I gasped. "That's Johnny's ring."

Steve sighed and pulled out of me but didn't pull away from my breast as I answered my phone.

"Hey, sweetie," I greeted, trying to sound normal.

"Hey, Mom," Johnny said. I almost didn't hear him because I was focused on Steve paying extra attention to my chest. "I'm heading over to Mike's house. I just wanted to call you since I didn't see you after the game."

"Sorry," I said, forcing myself to look away from the veins sticking out of Steve's neck as he chewed on the skin peeking out from under my bra. "I needed to run a few errands while I'm out."

"Okay," he said simply. "Well, I'm heading to Mike's."

"Thanks for letting me know, baby. Have fun with Mike and make sure you're home before tomorrow night. Your grandparents want to take us to dinner."

"Will do. Love you."

"Love you too."

I hung up the phone and looked at Steve. "Good news," I smirked.

He hummed as he slowly pulled away from my chest. I moaned as he started rubbing his chest against mine.

"What's the news, baby girl?" He asked under his breath as he started kissing my neck.

"Johnny is spending the night at Mike's house," I said shakily.

"Which means you're going to be all alone," he grunted.

"Mmhmm. Care to accompany me?"

Steve crashed his lips down roughly onto mine. I instantly slipped my tongue into his mouth, exploring as much as I could. He bit my lip and sucked on it before slowly breaking the kiss.

"Can't leave a gorgeous woman like you home all alone."

* * * * *

The second I opened the door, Steve spun me around and pulled me into his chest. We backed into the house, never pulling out of the kiss as we made our way inside. We didn't stop until Steve pushed me up against the handrail that led up the stairs.

With a grunt, Steve broke the kiss and picked me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist. As he carried me to my room, I turned my attention to his neck. He moaned as I chewed on his veins that always poked out when he got turned on.

I smirked when Steve roughly dropped me onto the bed. I chewed on my bottom lip as he instantly climbed on top of me. Steve started chewing on my neck, switching between kissing and licking, as he started grinding his body down onto mine.

In minutes, our clothes were scattered around the room. We tucked under my covers as we wrapped up the foreplay and got into things. Something felt oddly familiar as we switched from him being on top to me being on top. That, of course, didn't last long though. Steve hated not being in control. He could only handle it for so long. And I loved it when he took control.

I gasped as he quickly rolled us over so he was on top again. Steve roughly pushed into me, both of us moaning.

"Fuck, Steve," I moaned. "I love it when you get rough, baby."

"Holy shit, sexy," Steve moaned as he pushed further into me. "This is exactly what I needed."

There it was again - that feeling of familiarity.

I pushed it aside as I focused on moaning his name and doing the other things he liked in bed to help keep him going.

"Give in, baby girl," he groaned through his teeth. "I know you want to."

"Sounds to me like you're the one who wants to. . ." Steve made me choke on my words when he leaned down and wrapped his mouth around my nipple.

"Fuck, Steve," I moaned as I arched my back, pushing my chest further against his face. I felt him smirk as he started to suck on me.

"Moan for me," he growled against my breast.

"Oh, Steve!" I repeated his name as he pushed further and rougher into me. "Keep going, Steve."

"Perfect, baby," he growled. "Do it again."

"Oh, Steve!"

We let out matching moans as we both gave in. Steve leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips before gently pulling out of me and lying next to me. Steve slid his hand under my body and pulled me into his side. I smiled as he fixed the blanket around us. I fell asleep to Steve gently rubbing my bare back.

The next morning, I woke up to the sun shining through the small crack in my curtains. The second I was awake, that familiar feeling came back. I tried to push it away, but it kept bugging me.

For some reason, something about our hook-up last night brought back some memories. I looked over my shoulder to see Steve asleep next to me. I carefully got out of my bed and searched for my clothes. I was slipping on my underwear when all of a sudden, it hit me.

De jà vü.

I quickly got dressed and spent the rest of the morning doing random chores around the house. I was loading the dishwasher when I felt him wrap his arms around my waist. I bit my lip when he started sucking on my neck.

"Last night was fun," he moaned against my shoulder. All I could do was moan in response. "But I'm kinda mad at you."

"Why?" I whispered. Steve grabbed my waist and slowly spun me toward him. We were suddenly in an intense staring contest as he grabbed my thigh and wrapped my leg around his waist.

"I'm mad," he groaned, "because I hate waking up alone."

"Sorry," I gasped as he started nibbling on my ear. "I was. . . I woke up and. . . Fuck."

Steve laughed as he picked me up and carried me to the couch. We spent the rest of the morning in a heavy make-out session. He slid his hand under my shirt and started massaging my breast as our tongues danced.

"Steve," I moaned into his mouth. "Baby."

"What?" He pouted as he broke the kiss.

"Johnny will be home soon," I said, out of breath. The lust in Steve's eyes slowly went away. He reached down and moved some hair out of my face.

"You're right," he whispered. "I should get going."

Steve hesitated before finally climbing off of me. He grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. Without letting go of my hand, Steve walked to the front door. He turned around and pulled me into his chest. I smiled as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we got into the kiss. Steve finally broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily.

"I'll call you later," he whispered.

"Not tonight," I said out of breath. "My parents are taking me and Johnny to dinner."

"Okay," he smiled. "What about tomorrow?"

"Johnny and a couple of other boys from the team are going to see that new movie," I smirked.

"That gives us two hours."

"Three, actually."

"Three hours?" He asked.

"They're going to get burgers before the movie."

"Perfect," Steve smirked as he pulled me in closer. "Three hours of privacy for us to do naughty things."

"Naughty things?" I chuckled.

"Adult things," he changed.

"Adult things," I repeated as I struggled not to laugh. "I know you spend your days talking to teenagers, but angsty Harrington isn't really sexy."

"Fine."

I gasped when Steve pushed me up against the door and started kissing my chest. I leaned my head back against the door as he used his tongue.

"Steve," I stuttered. He licked up my chest, across my collarbone, and up my neck.

"Three hours for us to fool around, make out, massage each other," he listed off, "and my personal favorite; fuck."

* * * * *

As much as I tried to resist it, I couldn't. I had to talk to him about this. It was too big.

With it being Monday, I knew that Steve didn't have practice. He wanted his players to start the week off without having practice to distract them from school. I also knew that Johnny went to his lab partner's house after school on Mondays to get a headstart on their weekly chem packet.

I got to the high school right as the bell rang. I didn't bother to wait for the students to clear out. I got out of my car and headed to his office. When I got there, I stopped.

How would he react to this?

It could go really well, but it could also go horribly wrong and I could lose the one person who has made me happier than I've been in years.

"Y/N? Is everything okay? Where's Johnny?"

"He's fine," I stuttered a little taken aback by the panic in Steve's voice. "He doesn't know I'm here."

"Oh?" Steve asked as he stood up. "Then what are you doing here?"

"I need to tell you something," I said under my breath as I stood in his office doorway.

Steve quickly walked over and closed the gap between us. He grabbed my hands, pulling me more into his office, and shutting the door. "What is it, baby?"

"I figured something out."

Steve locked his office door before pulling me over so we were sitting on the couch. "What did you figure out?"

I looked up at him, unable to approach the topic. "I was thinking about the night I got pregnant with Johnny," I started.

"Okay," he said, reaching up and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "What about that night?"

"It was a Halloween party," I explained. "I was drunk and so was Johnny's dad. It turns out. . . He had gotten into a pretty bad fight with his girlfriend that night. So bad they broke up."

My heart beat against my chest as I waited to see if he was figuring it out.

"What umm. . . What costume was he wearing?"

Yep, he was figuring it out. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"Joel Goodson from Risky Business."

"Oh," he whispered. I bit my lip, trying to stop the tears as Steve focused on something on the other side of his office.

"You're Johnny's dad, Steve," I said, my voice breaking, "I just want to say that you don't have to get involved. In fact, the only reason I'm telling you is because I figured you had the right to know. But, again, I don't expect you to get involved. If you need some time then take it. Call me when you're ready to talk."

I started to get up, but Steve pulled me back. The second I was sitting, he pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as he pushed me back, instantly hovering over me. Our lips and bodies began our usual routine of pleasing each other.

Steve broke the kiss before things could get too heated. He leaned back but stayed close to me.

"I'm glad you told me," he whispered. "I know there are a lot of logistics to figure out, but there is one thing I can say right now to help relieve some of your stress."

"What?" I asked with my stomach basically in my throat.

"I want to be involved."

"You do?" I stuttered, my voice breaking. Steve smiled at me as he moved some hair out of my face.

"Of course I do, baby," he whispered. I let out a small moan as Steve kissed me again.

"There's one more thing," I said, stopping things before they could get started.

"What is it, baby girl?"

"Johnny deserves to know who his father is. All his life, I've said that I didn't know who it was, that it was a one-night stand. But now that I know, now that you know, and now that we're together, he deserves to be involved. I mean. . . We're a family, Steve. I want us to be one. At least, I want us to try."

Steve leaned in and delicately pressed his lips to mine. When he broke the kiss, he pressed his forehead to mine.

"I want us to be one too," he whispered. He smiled as he added with a small chuckle, "He's my son. Johnny is my son. Of course I want to be involved, Y/N. You've done an amazing job but you shouldn't have to do this on your own. Whenever you're ready to tell him about us and me being his father, I will be there."

* * * * *

After a lot of discussion and debate with Steve, we figured that Johnny was old enough to handle his mom sleeping with his coach. He definitely deserved to know that his coach was actually his father. We just needed to be gentle about how we told him. I decided that it was probably best for me to tell him alone. Steve didn't fight me on it. He told me to call him and let him know how it goes.

After a lot more debating with myself, I decided to tell him at dinner. I was going to start by telling him about me and Steve secretly dating. Depending on how he responded to that, then I'd tell him what I figured out about Steve.

"Hey, Mom?" Johnny called from the other room. "What's for dinner?"

I looked up when he walked into the family room. "Actually," I cleared my throat, "I was thinking we'd go out for dinner."

"What?" Johnny laughed. "We never go out unless it's a birthday or something. Are we celebrating something?" I stood up and wrapped my arms around myself. "Mom? Is something wrong?"

"No," I said clearing my throat. I let out a small laugh when my son looked at me like he knew there was something I wasn't telling him. "Alright," I sighed, giving in. "There is something I need to talk to you about. It's nothing bad. We just need to talk about it."

"Okay," he said slowly. "I'll go grab my coat."

Maybe going to Johnny's favorite restaurant was a little overkill. We were halfway through our entrées when Johnny couldn't take it anymore.

"Mom," he sighed, putting his fork down. "Can you just tell me what's going on already? It's. . . It's killing me."

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "There are a couple of things I wanted to. . . Needed to talk to you about. They aren't bad, just. . . Complicated."

"Okay," Johnny said, shifting in his seat. "Can you just blurt it out? Might be easier on both of us."

"I've been seeing your basketball coach," I said quickly. I held my breath waiting for his reaction. He looked down at his food as he processed it. Nervous, I began to explain myself. "Look, I didn't mean. . . When we first got together, I had no idea he was your basketball coach. We met at a bar and immediately hit it off. We dated all summer. At first, I kept it from you because I wasn't sure how you'd react to me dating. And then, when I found out Steve was your coach, I knew how you'd react."

"No, you don't," he said, sounding like he was still thinking.

"What?"

"You don't know how I'd react," he said, finally looking at me.

"I don't?"

"Don't get me wrong," he said with a teasing smile, "it's weird. Like really weird. But can I ask you one question?"

"Of course, baby," I said quickly. "What do you want to know?"

"Does Coach Harrington make you happy?"

My heart jumped into my throat at his question. "He does," I said, my voice dropping. "He has made me feel things I haven't felt in a long time."

"Ew," he teased.

"That's not what I meant," I said quickly.

"I know," he laughed. "I'm just messing with you, Mom. But, honestly, I'm glad he makes you happy. You've spent my entire life taking care of me. If Coach Harrington takes care of you, then I'm okay with it."

"You're amazing," I gushed.

"Mom," he groaned.

"Sorry," I chuckled. "I mean it, Johnny. Most teenagers would hate the idea of their mom dating their coach. It really doesn't bother you?"

"No," he shrugged. "I like Coach Harrington. He's awesome."

That was extremely reassuring.

"That's good to hear," I whispered, "because there is something else I need to tell you."

"Okay," he said as he went back to eating his dinner.

"You know how I wasn't sure who your father is," I started this news slower.

"Yeah," he shrugged.

"Well. . . I know now."

Johnny's head snapped up. "You do?" He stuttered.

"I figured it out," I said, my voice soft.

"Who is it?" He asked, scooting closer to the table. I smiled at him, suddenly nervous to tell him.

"It's Coach Harrington," I whispered.

"What?"

"It was Steve that I met that night at the Halloween party," I further explained.

"Wait," Johnny stuttered. "So you're saying. . . Coach Harrington is. . . My dad?"

"He is."

He cleared his throat before asking, "Does he know?"

"He knows," I smiled, my eyes filling with tears. "In fact, I was with him when I figured it out. He offered to be here when I told you but I thought it would be better. . ."

"Does he want to be involved?" Johnny cut me off. He cleared his throat before asking, "I mean. . . Does he want to be a part of our family?"

I reached over and gently placed my hand on his. He looked up at me and my heart sank when I saw the tears threatening to spill.

"That is exactly what he wants, sweetheart," I whispered. "If you want that too."

* * * * *

I walked into Johnny's basketball practice, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw my son talking to Steve. It felt hard to breathe as I watched them talk. I wrapped my arms around myself, not wanting to interrupt them. Steve caught me over Johnny's shoulder. He said something to him before nodding my way.

"Mom!" Johnny yelled as he ran over to me. I laughed as he wrapped me in a hug.

He's never done this. He's never been affectionate with me. Especially somewhere his friends could see him hugging his mother. Ever since I told him about Steve being his father, he's been like this more with me. He's also been eager to go to practice.

"How was practice?" I asked as I returned the hug.

"Awesome, as always," he laughed. Suddenly, his smile dropped. "Umm. . . Mom?"

"What is it, hun?"

"Can we. . . I was talking to Coach. . . I invited him over for dinner," he finally got out. "Is that okay?"

"Of course, baby," I smiled.

His demeanor changed as he got nervous. "I just thought it would be good for him to join us at dinner a couple of times since he's. . ."

"Your father," I finished for him. "How is that, by the way? I mean, how are you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess," he shrugged. "It's a little weird but I've always liked him. It might take me some time before I'm ready to call him Dad."

"You don't have to start calling him that," I said quickly. "At least not right away. Take your time, sweetheart."

"Hey, you two."

"Hi. . . Coach," Johnny said, glancing at me.

"What are you guys talking about?" Steve asked glancing at me.

"Johnny was just telling me that he invited you to dinner tonight," I said. "Anything sound good to either of you?"

"Pizza," Johnny said instantly. Steve and I shared a look.

"Nothing homemade?" I offered.

"Nah," Johnny said before jogging to the locker room. I couldn't help but follow him with my eyes. I gasped when Steve stepped up behind me.

"He's okay," he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"Is he?" I didn't bother to turn around.

Steve grabbed my waist and spun me around. He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. He glanced around the empty gym before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. He broke the kiss and kept his face inches from mine.

"He's fine," he reassured. "I talked to him before practice. Or should I say, he talked to me."

"He did?" I whispered. "What did he say?"

"He told me that you told him about us and about me being his father," Steve explained. "All he said was that he wanted to make sure that I would be around for a while."

"And what did you say?"

Steve smiled as he pulled me closer. He leaned down and pressed his lips delicately to mine. I moaned softly as I deepened the kiss. We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily.

"I said that I would be in his and your life for the rest of mine."

"What did he say?" I asked as I played with the collar of his shirt. I looked up to see him smiling at me.

"He said that he wanted me to be in your life for the rest of his life," Steve whispered. "And he said that he sees how happy I make you and how he would get me fired and destroy my life if I ever broke your heart."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry," I giggled. "He shouldn't have threatened you like that."

"It's okay," he shrugged. "It's kinda sweet how protective he was of you."

"He's a good kid," I blushed.

"He's a fantastic kid," Steve chuckled. His smile softened. "All thanks to you. Y/N, you did an amazing job with him. And I hope you know that I will do everything I can to give you and Johnny a good life. I know I wasn't there to help you through the hard years, but I'm here now and I want to be here for the rest of my life. I love you, Y/N."

My breath got caught in my throat. Overcome with happiness, I grabbed his face and smashed my lips onto his. I felt him smile as he tightened his arms around my waist and deepened the kiss. I broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily.

"I love you too, Steve."

Part 2

[catherinnn]

HE LOOKS SO GOOD

you're welcome btw. I HAD to share this.

[luveline]

baby blurb about giggly kisses with steve 🥲🥲

this DID NOT end up a baby blurb <3 for you my angel

1k words gn!reader of giggly kisses with Steve

It's the kind of laughing that feels sticky. Fondness has you close-lipped and still you find yourself giggling as you kiss him, your twin smiles pressing together lightly, over and over. 

"You're impossible to kiss when you get like this," Steve says, though his tone would suggest he doesn't mind, not one bit. 

"I'm sorry," you say, similarly insincere as you stroke your hand over the side of his pretty face.

His smile affects every feature. His bark brown eyes squint softly. His lips turn up at the corners, lopsided in his pleasure driven sloveness. His pert nose flares with every laugh, and his cheeks apple with the force of his deitific grin. 

You lean forward to dot kisses over all of it. One kiss to each cheek, each eyelid, his nose bridge and the tip, his cupids bow, his lips. You giggle chestily to yourself as you do, enjoying the sensation of his hands over your back and your abdomens pressed together as your weight bares down on him. 

You brush the hair from his eyes and hold his face firmly in place as you kiss his forehead and his hairline.  

You pause, chest on fire at the sounds of his dizzied chuckling. 

Steve's hands climb over your shoulders, arms locked under yours, hugging you tightly as he kisses your bared throat clumsily, tiny hot pecks and then, to your startled delight, a careful nibble. 

You sigh at the feeling. 

"You like that?" he asks knowingly. 

You burst into a breathless pitch of laughter at his question and pull back so he can't get you anymore, meeting his heavy-lidded gaze. "Very much," you say sweetly. 

"How much?" he asks. 

You're so sick with love you could cry. You laugh some more instead, wondering if maybe the room has been filled with happy gas. "So much. So so," you inch forward, your noses almost touching, "so so," he closes his eyes and you follow suit, "so… so…" The heat of his breath tickles your lips as you brush them over his with a lightness that tickles.

Steve steals an arm from between your bodies to take your face into his hand. He kisses ardently, your lips parting in response to his enthusiasm, sighing as he deepens the kiss and his heat becomes yours. 

You sew your fingers into his hair and pull gently. He gasps and the kiss finally breaks, your eyes drifting open to see him.

Steve drops his chin. "Much?" he finishes. 

"So so so so so so so much," you say agreeably. 

It's not funny, it isn't, but you're both so happy you laugh some more, noses sliding against each other as you duck in for another handful of sweet kisses. 

Steve groans into your open mouth and ushers you away from him. "Okay, pretty thing. Take a breather." 

You know what he means. You're so happy you might split at the seams, your breathing coming hard and in untrustworthy waves. 

Despite his command he continues his plight, dragging your hand to his mouth to kiss as you catch your breath. He presses each of your fingertips to his lips in turn, then each knuckle, then the back. The skin he loves on feels tight and warm and tingling. 

You blow a hot breath out of the corner of your mouth. 

"You're beautiful," he says. 

"Me or my hand?" you ask. 

"Both. Both," he repeats, like he'd been talking to someone who wasn't you, like he has to argue the point. "You have pretty fucking hands." 

"You've got a pretty fucking face," you say. 

He tilts his head to the side, as if offering his cheek to you. You take him up on it, though without your hand which remains firmly held in his you've got no way to hold him still. You lean in to kiss his cheek and he quickly moves his head. Your lips land on his. 

"Cheater," you mumble into the softness. 

You gasp quietly as he sits up and pulls you with him, his height allowing him that little extra pressure, his kiss firm and his hands hungry as they leap for your hot face, his thumbs stroking quarter circles into your cheeks. 

"I never claimed to be anything else," he says as he pulls back a half inch.

You kiss him again quickly before saying, "Cheater's get disqualified." 

He pouts almost imperceptibly; his top lip rises a millimetre, his nose wrinkles gently. "You wanna stop?" 

"I didn't say that," you say, leaning back in. 

He evades you, grinning because he knows exactly what you want. He loves to tease. "Now, wait a second, baby. I'm disqualified, huh? No more kisses?" 

"I didn't say that," you repeat, eyebrows beginning to rise, as if to say, are you really gonna do this? 

His own eyebrows rise. I am. 

"Fine," you hardball. "No more." 

The two of you lie with your limbs twined together, a mess of clothes and heat and wanting, waiting for the other to crack. Steve looks incredibly attractive with kiss bitten lips and glassy eyes, his hair ruffled and his shirt collar unbuttoned, a strip of his exposed collar tantalising and taunting you. 

You can feel his eyes on you. You look up guiltily from your oggling and last about five seconds before you're leaning in for another kiss, the two of you predictably giggling like idiots as you join. 

"Let's stop with the games," he says, shaking his head, your lips skipping over his as he moves. 

"Stay still. You're impossible to kiss when you get like this," you parrot his reprimand from earlier back at him. 

He grasps the hills of your shoulders in big hands. "Yes, ma'am," he drawls, stilling. You roll your eyes and finally kiss him properly, his lips parting and pliant beneath yours. Things get much quieter after that. 

[dezznuggz]

Road Trip |Steve Harrington × FemReader

~ You and Steve make plans for a road trip to the beach that is 30 minutes away from Hawkins, the drive from there and back is a total mess and it's up to you and Steve to calm everyone down and control everything so that it goes planned

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Warning: Use of y/n, readers pronouns are she/her (sorry), complete chaos, mentions of the events from the upside down, Steve feeling left out and 'targeted', might be some misspelled words, a little bit of a cliff hanger at the end. (Enjoy and pls request more ideas)

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“Okay and turn right here”

“Here?”

“Yes babe here!”

It was hard for Steve to hear your directions due to the people in the back of the Volkswagen (that you and Steve rented for this particular trip) were talking a little too loud just for them to be 2 inches away from each other. “Y/n did you get my sandals?”. “Yes I have them in the front with me!” You shouted back to Max so that he could hear you, “oh wait did you get my towel too?”. “I brought an extra one so yes I did!” This time you shouted back to Lucas, “and what about my sunscreen?”. “I have everything that you guys need with me!” You responded to Mike loudly while also talking to everyone to prevent them from asking any further questions.

“How long is this ride gonna take, you know it's hot back here!?” Robin says with an annoyed grunt while moving around, “we're like 5 minutes away just give me a second okay!” Steve replies back to Robin with an annoyed tone. Steve has trouble with being able to concentrate at multiple things at once, he tends to get frustrated or he starts feeling pressured, that's why you're always around, to prevent Steve from blowing up on the kid or even Robin and Eddie.

“Here Robin is the air hitting you know?” You say while moving your air fan towards the back in hopes that it reaches to her. “A little, I would feel more if Eddie's hair wasn't making me claustrophobic!” Robin sounds even more cranky but you couldn't blame her, she was in the very back with a guy who only gets a haircut every 7 months and to top it all, there was a whole lot of movement In Front of her that prevented any access of air going towards her.

“Well beauty takes up space, we already talked about this!” Eddie responds back to robins complaints, he seems to be the only one that doesn't seem physically bothered with his overgrown hair. “Here take one of these” you reach your hand out as far as you can to give Eddie a rubber band, “no that's gonna make my hair look bad at the beach, no girl is gonna want me with my hair up, why else do you think I grow it out!” Eddie replies back while pushing your hand away from his direction to deny your offer. “Well no woman is gonna like your hair being a mess while looking like you haven't showered in weeks” you say to Eddie while moving your hand back to his direction while also trying to dodge your arm from hitting any of the kids heads. Eddie finally took up on your offer and snatched it out of your hand while pouting a little and mocking you under his breath,

“That's true, honestly man, what conditioner do you use cause Jesus, that thing is a bird nest!” Steve butts in the conversation while looking at Eddie through the rear view mirror, “Clubman but that's cause it's always on clearance so I work with what I can get” Eddie moves his head as he talks to Steve to show that he's trying to give him attitude, “that's why, you should use the one that Steve uses, he uses this shampoo called Fa- HEY!” Your sentence was rudely cut off due to Lucas pushing himself through the little gap between you and Steve to get the bag full of snacks that sat on your lap, “sorry excuse me” Lucas says before he sits back down and opens the bag for Dustin and Max to see and grab what they want. “Hey no no no half of those are robins and Eddie's, don't eat them” Steve tries to stop the kids from eating what's not theirs, “yea guys, half of those are mine come on!” Robin says while trying to see and check that none of the kids take her candy, “y/n! Get your kids, they're practically robbing me!” Eddie screams out to you while trying to grab any candy from Dustin's hands.

“Hey, give me the bag”. “Okay just give me a second”. “Guys give her the bag!”. “That one's mine STOP EATING IT!”. “Let me have one!” chaos broke loose over candy, everyone was screaming and talking to each other at the same time, Eddie and Robin were moving in their seats to get a closer chance of getting their candy back from the greedy kids, Mike, El and Will were complaining about Robin and Eddie hitting their heads with their grabby arms and hands while you were yelling at max, Lucas, and Dustin for not listening to Steve and the other 2 adults while also trying to prevent them from eating more candy. Steve wasn't sure if he liked the commotion, he sure didn't like it while driving but he knew that it wouldn't be a perfect road trip without an argument breaking out over something little such as candy.

“OH WOW LOOK AT THAT WE'RE HERE!”

Steve says loudly which grabs everyone's attention, that one sentence has everyone go quiet and look out the windows. Hawkins was the most boring town known, I mean any new folks only go there for a bathroom break to Disneyland so something as basic as the beach was thrilling to everyone including you and Steve.The moment of calmness and quietness was soon over when Dustin and Max opened their side doors to run out. “Woah woah hey guys hold on!” Steve says frantically in hopes of slowing down everyone from getting out of the car, but no one listened to him instead they just kept getting out of the car until it was just you and Steve left, “they never listen to me” Steve sighs and unbuckles his seat belt to get out, he then goes to your side of the car and opens to door for you and help you carry anything that you needed help with. The kids seemed to have found a perfect spot that was not too far from the water but not too close.

you and Steve watch everyone set their towels down onto the sand from afar, “you know what Max told me” you say to Steve to start up a conversation, “if it has something to do with my bathing suit then dont bother, her and lucas already made fun of me enough” Steve says while moving his left arm (since his right hand is dragging along a cooler filled with refreshing drinks) around to make awareness to himself that his swim suit is a joke to the kids, “what? No….well..” you look Steve up and down

“Okay maybe your bathing suit is a little funny” you giggle at Steve which causes him to laugh as well, “no but max told me that she always wanted to go to the beach since coming to Hawkins cause that's the only thing that reminds her of California” you say while squinting your eyes a little to look up at Steve, “is that why you planned this trip? To make Max happy?” Steve questions you, “I want her to feel at home in Hawkins, and with us since we're basically the only ones she has left” you respond back as you watch Max and Robin move Lucas's and Mike's towels and replace it with theirs.

“You know she looks up to you right?” Steve breaks your stare from Max and Robin and you turn to him, “she also looks up to you too, she told me she sees you as her older brother” you look at Steve to see him smile. Steve is an only child (it's pretty obvious) so for him to hear that he's an older brother to someone's eyes, it makes his heart jump from excitement, “they're annoying and all but I still love them you know”

“What purpose would we serve if we don't become role models to these knuckleheads” you say as you gesture your head towards the group of people that you and Steve would kill for. Both of y'all finally catch up to where everyone was at, “Jesus can y'all walk any slower” Mike complains and moves to reach for the bag that hangs around your wrist but you pull your arm away before he can grab it, “hey you should be thankful I bought your stupidly expensive sunscreen, I mean who needs a specific type of sunscreen that costs more than $3!” You complain back to Mike while you dig in the bag filled with supplies in attempt of finding Mike's ‘special’ sunscreen, “I have delicate skin okay I can't help that” Mike moves his arms around dramatically, “how many times do I have to tell you, your skin isn't delicate it's all in your mind” you let out a sigh before handing Mike his bottle of sunscreen which he rudely snatches away from your hand but before he can walk off Steve hits him in the back of his head, “hey have some manners, you're only here cause El’s here so be grateful!” Steve raises his voice at Mike so that he can hear him but he was already walking away from you and Steve while rubbing his head.

After everyone got themselves situated and set all their belongings down in their own area, the kids ran into the water while Robin and Eddie moved not too far away from you and Steve to play and build with the sand. You have your bikini on and your sunglasses and right when you're about to lay down to finally enjoy the breeze, a heavy breathing and soaking wet teen runs up to you (which causes you to lift your sunglasses up to look up at him). “hey uh me and my friends wanted to know if you'd like to play volleyball with us over there” he points to a group of teenage boys standing and waiting there awkwardly, “um…no thank you I just wanna relax for today” you reject the teens offer before lowering your sunglasses down over your eyes, “okay um….” The teen stands there quietly before talking again “can I maybe get your number and we can hang out sometime?” this causes you to laugh, “Jesus dude take a hint and besides you're like 15, I'm too old for you alright so stay in school and go play with your geek friends'' you wave him off but before the teen boy can make any more comments to defend himself someone butts in, “babe do you need help with putting sunscreen on your back?” Steve makes his appearance known as he walks up to you with a sunscreen bottle in his hand, “yes please” you reply to Steve's offer before sitting up straight and giving the teen boy a smug look, “you know this kid?” Before Steve applies sunscreen onto his hand, he points a finger towards the teen who was still standing there, “oh no he was just leaving” you say and this time you wave at him in a mocking gesture, he walks off towards his friends who were laughing at him. “jesus you didn't seem to change since highschool” Steve laughs at your mockery towards the kid while rubbing sunscreen on your back, “sometimes I gotta bring the old me back you know” you mumble due to you enjoying the little message that Steve is giving you as he applies sun protection on your back.

Steve then finishes up your back and he lays flat on his stomach waiting for you to do the same gesture towards him. Yours and Steve's relationship was always equal, for Valentine's Day he'll get you something and you'll make him something, at restaurants y'all both would split the bill, when eating food you'll give half to Steve and he would give half to you. So Steve didn't have to ask you if you can put sunscreen on his back, he kinda just expected that you would and you would've expected the same for him if you were in Steve's position right now.

You straddle Steve's hips and sit on his butt. You apply sunscreen on your hand and rub them together to get the cream warm since you knew that Steve flinches and complains when you don't make any type of lotion warm before putting it onto his back. As you put pressure onto Steve's back, he starts to groan. You make sure that the sunscreen is all over his back but you didn't get off him but instead you continued massaging him. Steve deserved a massage due to always being booked and busy with work or the bills or even the kids, so you're hoping that your massage helps him feel relaxed while at the beach.

You finish massaging him after a while and once you get up from sitting on his lower back half, he slowly rises up with a face that looks like he just woke up from the best nap. “Jesus I really needed that thank you” Steve says now fully sitting up and stretching his arms, “you were looking stiff anyways so I couldn't help but loosen you up” you reply back with a teasing smile “oh God what did I just walk into?!” Eddie walks towards you and Steve with Robin following behind him, “you perv we weren't trying to sound like that” Steve gives Eddie a disgusted face for having his head in the gutter. “Yea sure hey um we're kinda hungry” Robin moves next to Eddie while swinging her arms forward and backwards, “you guys are old enough to make your own sandwich” you tell both Robin and Eddie while gesturing towards the bag and cooler filled with enough supplies to make a sandwich, “oh but I bet if we were any of your scrawny kids then you would've made us a sandwich” eddie replies back to you while pointing towards the kids and moving his head in a sassy way, you look to where eddie was pointing and see all the kids walk out of the water and head towards y'all.

“Oh look what you did now, you summoned them” Steve shakes his head as he watches the group of soaked kids walk to y'all, “I guess I'm making sandwiches” you sigh before getting up and setting everything that you needed up onto a table (that Eddie brought). “Y/n we're hungry”. “Can we eat the sandwiches now?”. “Y/n can you make me a sandwich!?”. “Oh can you make me one too please!?” The kids were now bugging you like you were their mom's and you're already used to their constant complaining and bickering so you did what every ‘mom’ would do, “alright everyone line up no cutting- HEY Eddie, I said no cutting get to the back!” You kept clapping your hands together to have the kids move faster while forming a line. As every kid came up with a towel wrapped around themselves while standing in a single file line, Steve was getting their drinks and chips ready for them to take and sit down. “Can I have mine with no mayonnaise please”. “Yea I know, no mayonnaise and no pickles” you say as you just add ham and cheese to Will's sandwich, “i want mine with no cheese and no mustard?”. “That's how you ask?”. “Oh can I please have no cheese and no mustard” you already had the sandwich set up and you give it to Mike but not after mocking his cranky face as he walks off. Everyone (including you and Steve) were now sitting down and eating y'all's sandwich with chips. “Ooo you know what sounds good right now?” Robin turns towards you, “what?”. “Watermelon” Robin says with an excited tone and smile, “I think we have one in the car, do we have one in the back of the car babe?” You then turn towards Steve who was eating his sandwich and zoning out, “huh?”. “Don't we have the watermelon in the back of the car?” You tell Steve twice knowing that he isn't the quickest thinker, “oh uh….I don't know, you want me to check?” Steve starts getting ready to walk to the car, “no no sit down, Hey Dustin”. “Yea?” Dustin responds to you calling his name (since he was the first one done eating), “can you do me a favor and check if we have watermelon in the back of the car please” you say with a cheeky smile, it was a smile that looked so nice and innocent and hard to say no to.

“....fine” Dustin lets out a sigh before throwing away his bag of chips and heading towards the car. Everyone goes back to their conversation while finishing up their sandwiches, “isn't your birthday coming up?” Max asks you, “oh yea next month” you say while nodding your head, “oh my God we should totally have a girl's night” El tells you and you just widen your eyes at her idea. You didn't have any sisters and you never had a girl's night so the idea excites you mostly when you're going to spend it with people who you dearly love. “I never had one, what would we do?” You say now fully engaged into the idea of a girl's night, “wait you never had one!?” Robin's face was fully shocked, “no why is that bad?” You say with curiosity, “oh no no that's not bad it's just that I thought you had one before, I mean what about all the girls you hung out with in highschool? You never had one with them?” Robin questions you due to the shock of you never having a day out with only girls, “no not really, I mean we would all hang out but they're boyfriends would be around so does that count?” You question the girls again. “no that's called a hang out, we're talking about a girl's night with no one else but us girls.” Max clarifies for you, “yea that means not talking about boys, no calling boys, and definitely no boys being invited” Robin says while eyeing Steve who was listening and watching y'all's conversation, “but I'm acceptable right?” No one answered Steve's question, not even you. “If you go then you're gonna hog y/n away and it'll just be me, max, and Robin” El was the only one that answered Steve's question, “I won't-” Steve couldn't even finish his sentence without being cut off and shut down from the girls, “yea you will”. “You most definitely will”. “Yes you would” with the girls ‘attacking’ Steve he looks at you waiting for you to defend him, “....anyways, do y'all go out or do y'all just go to someone's house?” You decided that it's best not to actually reply to Steve's question but instead go back to the previous conversation. Steve's face was filled with disbelief so he chose to listen and join in on someone else's conversation. “And that when the master comes in and proves to all the other peasants who the real king is but just before he can put his foot down he-....” Eddie stops his conversation with Lucas and Mike to turn his head towards Steve, “can I help…you?” Eddie raises his eyebrows at Steve, “oh me? No I'm just listening” Steve says as he moves his hand around to show Eddie that he can continue, “you wouldn't like it, let alone understand it” Eddie tells Steve and he takes it as a sign to just not join into their conversation anymore.

Steve sat in-between the 2 groups of people and he zoned out while staring at the ocean, his trance was soon broken when he felt someone's presence sit down next to him. He turns his head expecting to see you looking at him with a warm smile but instead it was Will, the least person that he talks to. Even though Steve didn't talk to Will that much, it didn't mean that he was uncomfortable around him, it was just that he wasn't sure what they had in common. “Hey…” Will says to Steve, “hey” Steve nods his head towards Will as a gesture of saying ‘whats up’. Will tries to hand Steve a small bag of chips but he kindly declines, “no thanks man, I ate too much junk today” Steve says before turning his head towards the ocean again, “what junk? I just saw you eat a sandwich with chips and a can of coke, that's nothing” Will scoffs at Steve, “yea well I gotta keep in shape for my lady” Steve repondes back to Will while turning his view from the ocean to you laughing with El and max covering robins mouth as if Robin was gonna say something she wasn't supposed to say. “you do know that she doesn't care if you lose weight or gain weight, she'll still go home with you” Will tells Steve as he opens and starts eating the bag of chips, “yea...that's why- i don't know, sometimes I feel like she's too good for me” Steve says as he still stares at you laughing with the girls, “you know what's crazy, she told me the exact same thing” Will looks at Steve with faint smile and Steve then finally looks at Will, “she said that? She told you that?” Steve knows that you have a strong bond with all the kids so he wasn't sure why he was surprised that you would tell Will something like that.

“Oh yeah, she talks about you a lot when you're not around and it gets annoying sometimes but it's also pretty cute” Will responds in a calm tone while Steve had a face full of shock, “what else does she tell you?” Steve now being more curious leans in closer to Will, “um… I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you” Will leans back a little thinking that he said a little too much than needed, “come on man I drove you here and besides it isn't anything bad, right?” Steve became more and more curious with Will not telling him what you talk about behind his back, “umm….I think she said something about not wanting 6 kids�� Will says to Steve with a sour face as he watches Steve's eyes sadden, “oh…”

“Instead she only wants 3” With Will's response this causes Steve's eyes to lighten up with joy, “really?! What else?” Steve asks Will for clarification that he heard things right, “yea and she also said she wants to get married at-” Will didn't finish his sentence due to Dustin walking towards everyone while complaining and empty handed.

“I'm not doing it next time, Jesus that's a long walk. What the hell” Dustin lets out a huff of breath before sitting back down onto the sand. With everyone's attention towards Dustin, Steve grabs Will's attention back towards him to have him finish his sentence, “when does she want to get married!?” Steve is making direct eye contact with Will in hopes that he can answer Steve's question that he's been waiting for since 2 years. “Um… she said when she's-”. “Alright everyone I'm ready to go, it's starting to look a little cloudy!” you scream out to everyone so they can start packing their stuff up and heading back to the car. Will was quick to get up and away from Steve due to the pressure that he got from wanting to answer a basic question that was so important to Steve. This led to Steve sitting there in disbelief and a little bit of frustration, “babe come on help me with the bags please” you call Steve over to you, “yea Steve actually do something” max laughed at Lucas's statement since steve was in fact the only one not doing anything but Steve didn't find anything funny so he threw them both a glare which causes them both to laugh even harder. “Hey cut it out guys but seriously babe, help me out” you tell the kids and Steve while you grunt out of struggle of trying to hold all the bags in one, this causes Steve to move and help you.

With the help from everyone, things got put away quicker than expected, “wipe your feet'' Steve tells Dustin before he even steps a foot in the car, but Dustin being annoyed that he had to walk back and forth to the car, he decided to wipe his feet in the car while making eye contact to Steve. “On the outside not the inside!” Steve screams at Dustin before shoving his head in the car since he's already tired and worn out. Steve pulls out of the beach area and starts heading home, of course the kids (including Robin and Eddie) are going to freshen and clean themselves up at yours and Steve's house and if Steve's feeling chill then he'll even let them spend a night.

Everyone wasn't talking as loud as they were before, Mike and El are falling asleep on each other, Robin and Eddie are looking and daydreaming out the window, Max and Lucas are talking to each other, and Will and Dustin are jamming out to the music that was playing on the radio. With no one talking and everyone being in their own world Steve thought it would be the perfect time to bring up his unanswered question. “Um…you know a little birdie told me that you plan on having 3 kids, is that true?” Steve looks from the road to you back and forth just so he can see your reaction, “is that so? What else did this little birdie tell you?” You look at Steve while raising your eyebrows at him in a mocking way. Steve is a very curious person, he feels the need to know something even if it does change or affect him in any way and you've grown to get used to it mostly since in highschool he would constantly want to know who you would go on dates with. “Well the little birdie WAS going to tell me when you want to get married and I'm just curious cause you know I get like that…when do you actually want to get married?” Steve emphasizes the word ‘was’ and he looks at you now even more anxious to hear any sort of answer to his desperate question, “you really wanna know?” You still look at Steve while loving the way he looks back and forth from the road to you while also nodding his head frantically, it just shows that he really really REALLY wants to know. “Well I want to get married when I'm….” You look at Steve and before you can answer his question someone screams from the top of their lungs from the back of the car.

“I LEFT MY SANDALS!”

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Full House llll -Eddie Munson

Authors Note: Merry Christmas Pookies! Today I am blessing you with not one but TWO NEW FULL HOUSE CHAPTERS! Because I love you guys so so much.

Word Count: 10,668

Warnings: Semi Smut. Cheesy engagement here folks.

Part one HERE .... Part Two HERE.... Part Three HERE

(Thank you for the gif @thehumming6irdwrites )

Enjoy!

“Edward! Edwardedwardedward-“ That seemed to be the only thing you could manage to say, hand clutched into his own so hard that he could feel the bones crack under the skin. 

He can do nothing but watch in amazement as you push, and push and push and he thinks that you look so angelic. 

The nurses keep cheering you on, handing you ice chips here and there as he swipes your hair out of your eyes to try and help. 

“You’re doing so great. You’re almost there, give us another push.” The nurse mumbles as the doctor keeps busy trying to help you. 

“You’re so fucking metal.” Eddie smiles, letting you squeeze his hand. “So metal.” 

You cry out, and then there is one. He cries, the newborn baby cries, you sob. Eddie doesn’t know whether to follow the nurses with his kid or to keep with you and support you. 

He is answered when you shove him lightly. “Go.” 

And he does, heart beating through his throat as he walks up to where they are holding the baby. 

He doesn’t like how aggressive the nurses are being, and he wants them to lighten their touches but at the same time he understood that they knew what they are doing. 

The baby sobs as they press him to the scale, and Eddie can’t help but say something. “Take it easy on him, man. He’s new to the world.” 

And he hears you laugh before you cry out. It was all a flurry, they brought the first one back and replaced him with the second. You held the first, hospital dress moved down so the baby can get skin to skin contact to calm him down. 

Then the second baby comes back and you grab him as well, letting both calm down in your presence as Eddie gulps and watches. 

They were here. Holy shit these were tiny humans. He helped make these things. 

He leans a little closer to look at them as tears roll down your eyes and he leans to touch one of their cheeks gently. “Hey buddies.”

“Got any names mom and dad?” The nurse asks, holding a clipboard. Eddie could barely tear his eyes away. 

You look at him with wide eyes. “Eddie?” 

“No no. I’m not the one that just shoved them out my cooch. You name them.” 

“Even if I name one of them Arnold?” 

“I’ll find nicknames.” He mumbles, hands shaking as you try to hand him a bundle. “Welcome to the world rockstar.” 

-

“Sorry! Sorry!” He winces as the car hits a pothole. “I’m sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry?” You laugh, laying against the window and keeping your lower half comfortable as he drives home, the new twins buckled safely in the backseat. 

“I keep hitting all the bumps and holes.” He sighs, casting an eye to you. “I don’t want to bother the boys and I don’t want you being in pain.” 

“Those car seats are comfortable.” You sigh. “And I can’t feel my lower half so-“ 

“The drugs that  good?” 

“Yeah. And the fact that woman have enough pain tolerance that the chemicals in their body made the memory seem more sweet the painful so that they might want to do it again.” You murmur, watching as he flinches while hitting another bump and looking nervously to the babies in the back. 

“Women are metal man.” 

“You know you have to move faster than 10 miles an hour right?” You tease. 

“I’m trying. I’m a bit nervous.” He blushes, shaking his head. 

-

“Oh…..” is all you can mumble, your legs tucked under your sweater as you sat curled up on the couch, your chin on the tops of your knees and your eyes so wide as you stare at the screen in front of you. 

Eddie hears you, shuffling out slowly to come see what had grabbed your attention so closely, trying his best to peer at the screen without bothering you. When he realizes he can’t see he just gives up and shuffles to sit by you, melting into the couch as you immediately melt into him. 

With your head on his chest he takes advantage and rubs your back comfortably, eyes watching the screen to try and gather what you were watching. “Are you watching the news?” 

“No. No. It’s a court case special by this like, true crime channel.” You murmur, not blinking. “I cannot believe what is going on-“ 

“Explain.” He smiles, ready to hear all about it. 

“It’s so nasty.” You whisper back, still not blinking. Eddie gets caught between 2 emotions, thinking you're adorable and also being a little worried for your sanity right now. 

He chooses the ladder, leaning to kiss you softly as his hand grabs the remote and turns off the tv. “It’s bedtime.” 

“What?! No!” You gasp, leaning to snatch the remote but he chucks it to the other side of the couch and pulls you closer. 

“Baby… we gotta sleep.” He whispers again. “The twins aren’t gonna be asleep forever. Take our chance now.” 

You whine, letting Eddie pull you to stand up as he does a concerned once over of your body to make sure you were okay. “Do you need your diapers?” 

“I will shank you.” You warn, blushing at the thought of the diapers you have been wearing since labor. “I know where you sleep.” 

“Oh don’t I know it. You give the the sexiest view every night.” 

“If you make another breastfeeding joke I’m leaving and never returning.” You tease, making him laugh as he follows you through the kitchen and shuffling down the steps with his hand laced in your own. 

You both have already gotten quite skilled at getting ready for bed in silence and little light since both the boys’ cribs were in the room. 

He makes quick work of getting out of his clothes and into boxers, moving to the dresser and removing all his rings as he watches your figure through the mirror. It was his favorite thing to do, watch you when you’re not paying attention. 

He watches as you take off your earrings and get into one of his shorts for the night before grabbing both your cups and using the bathroom sink to fill them up just in case either of you would need them. 

By the time you both get into the sheets you are already passed out, cuddled into him to keep some warmth. 

- 

Neither of you realize that you had left the tv on that channel. And neither of you had realized that Motley had begun sneaking out of her room to watch cartoons since you guys had moved downstairs and could not hear the tv from your room now. 

Within the next hour she manages to watch the entire special, getting more scared out of her mind as it goes and finally it breaks. Screaming and crying as Motley runs down the steps, slipping in the dark and falling down half the steps which makes Eddie snap awake hearing a kid fall. 

“Shit.” He curses, launching from the bed quickly as you wake up at the screaming, and right on cue there are two newborn screeches filling the air. 

“MOMMY! DADDY!” Motley screams, and you struggle to find a light in the panic and when you finally do you find your daughter absolutely sobbing with a purple face. 

“Breathe. Breathe baby- EDDIE BLOW IN HER FACE!” You panic, moving to help as Eddie hurriedly blows in her face as hard as he can. She doesn’t, her face just gets worse before Eddie is rushing her into the bathroom, reaching a panicked hand out for the shower and setting it as cold as it will go before he hauls her in with him.  

He makes sure that her face and chest are being hit by the water which forces her to breathe. 

“Ohthankjesus-“ Eddie gasps out, finally breathing himself as he pulls her head to his chest and sits in the tub. “Ohmyfuckinggod.” 

You lean to turn the water from cold to warm now that she’s breathing before you bend down to kiss at her face, tears streaming down everyone’s faces as you both hug her tight. 

“What the hell?” Wayne asks from the door, eyes wide at the scene. The twins are still screaming and now there is pattering in the kitchen of Ziggys feet and Zeps paws which makes you worried she’s gonna fall too and dashing past Wayne to go grab her. 

Eddie can’t let go of Motley, hands shaking as he keeps a hold on her, not really knowing what to do. He just had to keep a hold of Motley. 

He sees Ziggy run to the bed from the doorway, climbing up before your figure makes it to the cribs to try and ease the sobs of the boys. 

“Wayne, can you hold one of the boys? I gotta-“ he’s already there , helping you by scooping Ozzy up in his arm and limping to sit with Ziggy on the bed as you scoop up Halen. 

“Motley.” Eddie whispers, moving a hand to the center of her chest to make sure she was breathing since he couldn’t see her face. A sigh of relief falls past his lips as he feels it rise and fall before he manages to pull himself together, reaching to turn the water off. She keeps quiet, keeping her hands gripped tightly on the arm he has wrapped around her as he stands up and exits the shower, carrying her into the room and moving to grab his robe quickly. 

“Go sit on the bed please.” He orders gently, kissing her head and moving to help Wayne calm Ozzy down as you sit in the corner with a blanket covering you while you breastfeed Halen. 

Tears are still springing from your eyes as you try to subtly wipe them, obviously still scared that this had all happened. 

“Who left the tv on?” Wayne asks, rubbing his hip in pain as Ziggy kept trying to convince Zeppelin to get on the bed. He must have rushed down here too quickly at all the screaming. 

“Did we…?” You croak out, swiping your cheek once more as you look at Eddie. 

“No we turned it-“ he realizes then, turning to look at Motley. “You watch something a little scary on tv?” 

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles, staying burrowed in your pillows, soaking wet from the shower. 

“Sissy bad.” Ziggy murmurs, leaning to touch her cheek before Motley slaps her hand away. 

“Hey now!” Eddie warns, reaching a hand to pull them apart. “Ziggy mind your business.” 

“Shit Ziggy.” 

“No. Bad.” 

“She’s not a dog Eddie” you sigh and he gasps. 

“You don’t say?!” 

“I swear to god with you tonight!” You snap and he turns to snap back as the girls start bickering. 

Wayne breaks it all up. “HEY HEY HEY!” 

Everyone stops, taking a look to him. “Everyone needs to breathe. Okay? It’s been a rough two weeks, we are all lacking sleep. Okay? Let’s not let it get the best of us.” 

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” You mumble, sniffling as you lean to unlatch Halen. Eddie moves naturally, helping you switch the boys before kissing your forehead and moving to wrap Halen with his scarf so he could carry him on his chest and then he reaches for Motley. 

“Come on. Let’s go get you dry clothes.” He holds her hand as he goes up the stairs, leading her to her room, setting her on her desk chair as he finds her new pajamas. 

“I’m sorry daddy.” She murmurs. 

“Do you know what you did wrong?” 

“Yeah…” 

“Are you going to do it again?” 

“No.” 

“Then this was a lesson learned and I forgive you.” He smiles, summoning her closer to help her get changed. “You fell really hard. You okay?” 

“I’m okay.” She nods. 

“It scare you more than hurt ya?” 

“Yeah.” She nods, looking down to where Halen is sleeping in the wrap. “Can people get in the house?” 

“Not without getting fucked up.” Eddie sighs. “But I’ll go check that everything is locked just in case.” 

“Swear it?” 

“Swear it.” 

He puts her to bed, tucking her in and turning on her nightlight before checking her closet and window, then moving to change the channel on the tv before turning it off. Then….. for his own sanity he does check all the exits before moving to get Ziggy. But when he goes downstairs he realizes that you already have her set up and Wayne must have gone back to bed so he gets Halen changed and back into his crib before sitting on the bed and waiting for you. 

When you get downstairs he pulls you into his lap, and you both take a moment to sob. 

-

“Ziggy. Final warning.” Eddie warns, one hand on his hip as the other is pointing a finger in her face as the girl stares up at him with a little glare of her own, stomping her foot. “What. Do. We. Say?” 

“Shit.” 

“No.” 

“Shit!” 

“No!” 

“Sorry?” 

“There it is! Now who are you gonna say sorry too?” Eddie asks, moving to the side so she can see where Dustin now sat on the couch. 

“Not him.” 

“Yes him. You were mean.” Eddie sighs. 

“Him first!” She yells, stomping her foot again. 

“He was mean first?” Eddie asks, leaning to look at Dustin. “You were mean first?” 

“Nuh uh.” Dustin denies and Eddie spots the way he casts his eyes to the lamp beside him. 

“Come here!” He yells, charging for Dustin which leads to a half assed wrestling match in the living room. 

“Not in the house boys!” You call from Motleys room where you are currently trying to clean the stain from her mattress. 

Eddie laughs, being dragged to the front yard so they can continue to wrestle. 

Ziggy and Zeppelin follow, and without realizing the dog makes it out the front door to immediately book down the street. 

“Oh shit!” Eddie sighs, pushing Dustin. “Stay with her. I’ll get him.” 

And then before he knows it Eddie is booking it down the street, chasing after the dog as the mutt barks in excitement. Then, without any context, the dog turns and starts dashing back which makes Eddie groan out. 

“Ahhhhhhh. I hate you!” He huffs, running back. When he gets there he sees you standing on the porch, covering your mouth to keep from laughing as he huffs and puffs. 

He falls to the grass, pressing his cheek into it as you finally cackle. 

“Shut up!” He laughs, flipping over to stare at the sky. “That dog is a fucker.” 

“FUCKER!” Ziggy laughs. 

“You gotta be kidding me.” 

-

Two months after the twins are born, with them sleeping peacefully in their cribs, Eddie munsons lays on top of you with his nose shoved into your abdomen as he kisses across your stomach. He is hypnotized by your light giggles and the way you flex at some of the nerves ticking you. 

He takes turns from kissing, licking a few spots to see you gasp out and he nips at his favorite spots that he knows will make you giggle. He just couldn’t stop himself. 

“I’m not getting pregnant again if that’s what you’re aiming at.” You mumble through closed eyes. “We can barely keep our eyes on the four we have.” 

“I don’t want to get you pregnant again.” He murmurs, nipping at one of your stretch marks. “I wanna play with you.” 

You laugh, moving your hand to flick his forehead before he snatches it into his own, pretending to bite at your fingers which makes you yell out in fear before you cover your mouth and he freezes. 

“If you wake the demons up before I am done with you I will never forgive you.” He whispers, smiling from ear to ear, as he crawls over you before kissing you deeply and shoving you into the pillows. 

“All of them are demons cause of you.” You tease when he pulls away to let you breathe, tugging at his hair which makes him bite his lip to hide groan. “The munson chaos curse.” 

“The Munsters.” He smiles, leaning to take your shirt off. You lean up, slipping a hand beneath his boxer band to take him into your hand and kiss him to hide the moan that falls from his lips as he starts thrusting into your hand. 

And just like that he is falling apart, still in his boxers just after 30 seconds. His eyes shut tightly and his fists raveled in your hair tightly as he shook while he came undone. 

Once he rides it out you smile, watching his eyes widen and his cheeks redden in embarrassment while he falls back to sit on his calves. Staring down at the wet patch in his boxers with such disgust. 

“I am so sorry.” He blurts, still panting from the orgasm. “Oh my god.” 

“Why are you sorry?” You giggle, leaning to kiss him quickly. Once again his hands find their way to your hair and hips, keeping you close as you take control. 

“I can’t believe I did that.” He murmurs, nose tracing your cheek. 

“I thought it was hot.” You smile. It had been awhile since you two had done anything, your last months in pregnancy spent in pain and ever since labor you obviously couldn’t. It was nice to know you still had that effect on him. 

“I….. d-do you…. Do you believe in soulmates?” He asks, tracing your collarbone with his fingers. “I think I’m the luckiest son of bitch to have found mine.” 

“Eddie…” 

“No. Let me…. Let me talk. Okay? Because I’m the luckiest man and you have given me so many great things. Far too many than I deserve. You’ve given me yourself. And you’ve let me into the lives of two of the biggest angels I have ever met and you’ve given me 2 little hell raisers.” 

“Munson.” 

“I- shit- words are getting caught on my tongue here. I would be nothing without you. When you’re not near I feel like I have this red little rope on my rib cage just pulling and pulling like it might rip my heart out and all I want is you. All I need in this life is my family. 

I was nothing but a freak for the longest time. No matter how hard I tried I was just branded that way and no one thought I was worth the time before that whole VECNA situation. And then you came in and you just, without any question, just let me in. You didn’t see me as a freak and I still wonder to god how I managed to get ya but I did and I don’t think I ever want to let go.” He rants, licking his lips before shaking his head and reaching over you to open his nightstand as you stare at him. But a gasp leaves your lips as he pulls out a ring. 

“I hadn’t planned on doing this with a cum stain on my boxers but-“ 

“Munson chaos.” You laugh, sitting up as he leans to kiss you. 

“Marry me.” He mumbles while kissing you, mourning the words with his lips on yours. 

“This is…..” 

“Disgusting?” He laughs. 

“Yes. Absolutely yes.” You laugh as well, letting him put the ring on you. 

- 

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.” Eddie grunts out, keeping a stern look on his face as he glares at his twin sons, hands on his hips as he tried to seem confident and sure. 

Did it work? Of course not. 

Ozzy, three months old with the same curly black hair his father had at that age, takes the apple sauce that he had scooped in his hand and lets it fly across the room as Eddie groans. Halen giggles and claps at his brothers throw and Eddie thinks back to a time where he liked using condoms as he cleans the mess, making sure to glare at his boys every once in awhile so they knew he was upset by it. Ozzy did not seem to care, Halen however seemed to take his fathers glares to heart. 

His little lip quivers as he watches Eddie which makes him sigh out and move to kiss his son on the head to ease his worries. 

“I’m back!” Ziggy calls as you usher the girls into the house, trying to bring in the bags without their help. Motley runs to see her brothers, her new favorite friends as Eddie moves to help you. 

“You buy the store?” He laughs, and you swat his shoulder easily. 

“You wanna see?” 

“Of course.” He scoffs, setting the bags on the coffee tables while Ziggy keeps running in circles around him. 

“Motley, you wanna show daddy what you got?” You call, a smile on your face. “He’s gonna love it.” 

“I am?” He asks suspiciously, watching the look on your face which tells him he probably won’t. “I won’t.” 

“Shhh!” You smile, watching your daughter snatch her bag and dash to her room quickly. 

When she comes out she is wearing a cami too and choker necklace, capri pants and sandals and Eddie shakes his head. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Daddy!” 

“Nope. No. Go put another shirt on. I don’t like that.” 

“It’s a style!” She stomps her foot and he blinks. 

“Baby I’ve seen style. I’ve been style -“ you scoff at that. “And that is not it.” 

“Daddy!” 

“Who says this is style?!” 

“Britney spears!” 

“Who the fuck is he?!” He snaps and you laugh. Motley reaches into the bag, pulling out more shirts and Eddie snatches them to look through. He seems two acceptable before throwing the others to the side, then Motley hands him a pouch of very colorful rubber bands. “What the fuck?” 

Then there are tapes being shoved into his hands, no cds, all with some blonde girl on the cover. “This is Brittany Spires?” 

“Britney Spears.” 

“Is she metal?” That seemed like a dumb question but he had to ask, which led to his daughter snatching his hand and dragging him to her room so he could listen to one of the cds. 

It was the worst 30 minutes of his life, but when the songs finally ended he did his best to smile, watching as she smiled in excitement. 

“You liked it?” 

“…..yes?” He lies, nodding. “You’re still not wearing that shirt.” 

- 

“SO CALL ME!” Eddie sings, sliding down the hall in his socks with Motley over his shoulder as he dances to the music. “On the line call me call me anytime!” 

He had a wash rag hanging from his back pocket and a bandana around his hair, all set for spring cleaning as the girls ran around trying to figure out what toys they wanted to keep or give away. 

You were out shopping for a dress, which meant that Eddie had all the kids to himself and that meant ample entertainment. As much as he loves his daughters he can’t listen to another spears song so Blondie it will have to be. 

Ozzy and Halen are both sitting in their playpen. Well more of Halen is building with his little blocks and Ozzy is napping but the twins were happy so who could be mad. Ziggy, who has officially learned that she likes giraffes, is on the couch clutching her newest gift from Steve, watching a cartoon on the tv even with the loud music Eddie is playing. 

“Okay motley, I gotta clean the bathroom so stay in here.” He mumbles, setting her down before dancing down the hall to the song. Only there was no peace. 

Within minutes the girls are running in, yelling above each other as Eddie whirls from where he was cleaning the tub. 

“SHE CALLED ME THE B WORD!” Motley yells and Eddie whirls on his youngest daughter. 

“You called her a bitch?!” 

“I did not say bitch, daddy.” Ziggy shrugs, dimples showing as she pouts. 

“What did you say?” 

“She called me bad.” Motley explains and Eddie does his best not to roll his eyes. 

“Bitch.” Ziggy whispers. 

“Get away from me. Both of you. Daddy Eddie needs alone time.” He grumbles, shooing them away before rubbing his forehead. 

He hears Ziggy mumble “bitch” down the hallways and groans out, hitting his head against the wall.

-

“I’m sorry? You…. You what?” Eddie sighs, sitting next to Steve and across from Gary (Troys dad) at the annual spring festival for the elementary and middle school. 

It had been quite a struggle to get everyone out of the house today, including Wayne. The old man didn’t want to use his cane and Ziggy didn’t like her pants but didn’t want to wear a dress. The boys were….. Jesus they just don’t like anything and Motley didn’t like her hair. 

But you had managed, somehow, and Eddie swore he loved you more than anything in the world. 

Promising a candy apple to Wayne if he used the cane, finding a pair of shorts for Ziggy that she somehow didn’t turn her nose up to, bouncing Halen on your hip as you prepared breakfast and leaving Ozzy in the playpen with his little stereo since one twin craved physical affection and the other only really calmed down to music. Then you spent an hour…. Yes an hour, in the bathroom with Motley trying to figure out her new zigzag hairstyle as she threw a fit. 

But you managed to do and now Eddie sat across from the dumbest dad in the grade as he slowly sipped on a lemonade. 

Steve had found him pretty quickly into the fair, pulling him to a wooden picnic table so they could hang out while the kids ran around. Wayne went to find sugar and you followed Ziggy around to get some photos of her while Eddie kept the twins in their stroller with him. 

They had been having a nice conversation (granted Harrington is an idiot who pronounces woman’s suffrage as sufferings but same them3 right?), then Gary showed up bragging about his awesome parenting. 

“Well it was dinner time, right?” He restarts the story. 

“Got that part.” Steve says blandly. 

“And the kid wasn’t paying attention. Too caught up in that damn book. and I warned him. I fucking warned him.” 

“You warned him. Got it.” Eddie nods, trying not to snark off. 

“Well the bastard didn’t listen so I grabbed the book and just started tearing it apart.” Gary brags, imitating the way he tore the book as Steve and Eddie just continue to stare. 

“Wow.” Steve sighs. 

“Great parenting.” Eddie snarks. 

“You guys don’t get it. It’s a book about satanists.” Gary mumbles the last word, casting a quick look to Eddie. “No offense.” 

“Not even going to respond to that.” 

“Are you talking about Harry Potter?” Steve blurts, eyes widening. “Your kid is already reading Harry Potter and you ripped it up? That would mean he’s reading above grade level.” 

“You would know with your little nerd-“ before Eddie can blink Steve had reached across the table to snatch Gary’s shirt and pull him close. 

“You say one bad thing about my son and I’ll ruin your damn life. Got that?” 

“Sorry!” Gary shoots out. Eyes wide. 

Steve rolls his eyes, grabbing Gary’s cup and pouring the liquid on the dirt beneath him before throwing the plastic cup in his face. “Let’s go Munson.” 

Eddie laughs, grabbing his lemonade and turning the stroller away as Ozzy laughs loudly with his feet kicking out at the scene that just unfolded before him. Halen however couldn’t care less, too busy reaching for his dads lemonade with hungry eyes. 

“King Steve. Controlling the masses once more.” Eddie mumbles, enjoying the way Steve blushes and shakes his head. 

“I’m worried about Vinny. You know?” 

“Well yeah. I was once Vinny…. Because of you.” 

“Did I ever apologize about that?” 

“You have. I just like rubbing it in your face.” He mumbles, voice trailing off as he spots Motley, only she isn’t talking to her normal short friends, instead there is a taller adult figure shielded from view that’s talking to her. “Harrington.” 

Steve already got the stroller in his hands as Eddie dashes to Motleys side, cursing out when he sees Billy there. Of course it would be Billy. 

“You got a problem?” He snaps, walking up and pushing Motley behind him gently. 

“No problem. I saw my daughter and brought her cotton candy.” Billy mumbles, giving him a shit eating grin that makes Eddie’s stomach ache. He turns to grab the candy out of his daughters hand and throws it to the ground, whirling and walking away with her as Billy curses him out. 

“Stay where I can see you.” Eddie orders, irritated. “Go find Vinny.” 

“Vinny?” She whines. “Daddy please.” 

“Go find him. Stay close to them. Okay? I’m serious.” He snaps, kissing her forehead and pushing her off to the direction away from Billy. When he gets back to the stroller he sees Steve has given Halen full access to Eddie’s lemonade and your little mini me is chugging it from a straw. 

“He had such cute eyes.” Steve defends. “And Ozzy looked like he was gonna beat me up for his brother.” 

-

Of course Vinny was surrounded by Troy and all his friends. What else was new? 

“Vinny!” Motley calls, dashing to him. “Let’s go.” 

“Hold on Munson. We got business with Vincent.” Troy snaps, shoving Vinny harshly as the rest laugh. 

“W-why are you talking like a mob boss?” Vinny tries to fight back which just makes the others look at eachother and laugh at him. 

Daddy always says to stick up for others, and as much as Motley did not want to stick up for Vinny she wasn’t gonna let them laugh at him like that. 

“Hey! Don’t you have better things to do?!” She snaps, bursting into the circle to stand by Vinny. 

“Get lost Munson.” 

“You first Barker.” 

“Why don’t you go cry to mommy?” He teases, and all his friends make crying faces. 

“I would say the same but you’re mom is so slow it took her 9 months to make a joke.” Motley snickers, making Troys eyes widen. 

“You’re dead Munson!” He rushes to push her, but leaves his face open so Motley rolls her fist just as daddy taught her and gets him center in the face. His friend Ashton rushes next, she kicks him in his no no square and Vinny pushes him down. 

This turns into a brawl, and Motley is at the center swinging and kicking. 

By the tjme the others are all crying and running she is snatching Vinny’s jacket to pull him away. 

He snatches himself away, stomping off as she follows. 

“I didn’t need your help!” He whines. 

“Yeah you did.” 

“No! Now everyone is gonna say that I needed to be saved by a girl!” He yells, whirling on her and shoving her so hard she falls into the grass beneath them. “I hate you!” 

“I hate you more!” She screams, jumping up to push him back and before he could retaliate again Aunt Nancy is snatching his hand quickly and giving a warning glare. 

“Better think twice.” She snaps and he mumbles out an apology. 

- 

When spring break rolled around Eddie had decided that it would be fun to take the kids to the cabin that Wayne used to take him to when he first moved in with the man. 

He wanted to make their spring break special and keep it affordable and you loved the idea so you had packed swimsuits and sunscreen for days and soon enough you were all piling in the family van Eddie had borrowed from Steve. 

The back was separated into two rows, with the luggage packed to the brim in the trunk space and the girls in the backseat with the boys in the middle row.  

Zeppelin found a nice spot between the girls with his head on Ziggy's lap as he smoozed away. Motley had a book to read and Ziggy brought her giraffe. 

The boys would be entertained with their little blocks hopefully long enough to make it to the gas station otherwise you would have to go back with them. 

So the seven hour road trip started.  Eddie put in a Britney Spears cd for Motley and you tried not to laugh as how hard he was holding the wheel to try and pretend he was enjoying it. 

Then, when it was over, she wanted it again….. then again. 

The boys started crying about an hour in so he stopped and let you change them as he let Zeppelin out to go potty. He asked both girls if they needed to go and they said no. 

10 minutes later, right as he turns onto the highway, Ziggy whines that she has to really pee so he takes the next exit and you take her in to pee. 

Back on the road the rain starts up, and it’s almost like you can see the concern on his face because you mumble out “it’ll lighten up when we get there. I’m sure the sun will be out.” 

And then he feels better, so he reaches out a hand to hold as they play Britney Spears AGAIN. 

“Ew! Daddy!” Motley snaps. “Zeppelin farted on me!” 

Right on cue the dog starts whining and Eddie looks in the rear view. “Did one of you feed him something?” 

“Ziggy gave him her applesauce!” 

“Damnit….” He whispers, pulling off onto the next exit and taking Zeppelin out in the pouring rain so the dog can go potty. 

Then he gets back on the road, this time he manages to take the exit they needed and he figures it will all be smooth sailing from here. It’s just driving through the woods. 

“Daddy! Zeppelin!” Ziggy cries, so he pulls over and does it all again. 

And then, “I don’t feel good.” 

That came from Motley as she tosses her book to the side and then proceeds to puke all over her lap. 

“Shit!” Eddie snaps, pulling over as you unbuckle and rush to help her. 

You have to help her change out of her clothes, tying the infected ones in a bag and shoving them in the back as eddie uses the rain to wet a beach towel to try and clean it up. Now with one less seat and a crabby family things have to be rearranged. 

You move the twins closer to the door to give Motley a seat, which happens to be closer to a door herself in case that happens again. Ziggy is kept in the back, and Ziggy now sits on the ground. 

With everyone settled you move to get back in, soaked through to the bone as Eddie gives you one more hopeful smile that seems to say ‘it can only go up now’ and tries to start the engine. 

A sputtering sound fills the car as the tries to start the engine again, and again. 

“Let me go see what the problem is.” He sighs, getting out to pop the hood and start looking around. You wait patiently, leaning to peak around the hood to see him sighing. “I gotta get the tools.” 

So you help him unpack the back, setting the bags under the safety of the trunk door as he finds what he needs and goes back to try and fix the car. 

30 minutes later, as Halen sobs uncontrollably you hear Eddie throw his wrench harshly and yell a “JESUS H CHRIST!” 

“Is daddy mad?” Motley asks. 

“He’s a bit frustrated.” You explain. “But not at you.” 

“Is he gonna leave again?” She blurts, making Ziggy peek her head up quickly, her  pigtails whipping quickly. 

“Is who leaving again?” Eddie asks, coming up to the open slide door, looking tired and pissed. 

“You daddy.” Ziggy explains and his jaw tightens. You see him take a breath in, rolling his shoulders to release some tension. 

Then he lightens up, getting into the van and shutting the door. You can still hear the rainstorm from the trunk door being open but other than that you were all closed in the back together. 

“Don’t you guys know?” He asks, a smile spreading on his face. “You guys are stuck with me for life.” 

“Really?” 

“Oh yeah. Your mom and I are getting married which means I am stuck her like a thorn in your side.” He says it like a threat, but the girls giggle excitedly. 

-

You got lucky when another car drives by, offering to help you get to the cabin by towing you on their hitch. 

You make quick work of buckling the kids in while Eddie repacks the back and before you know it you are on your way to the cabin. 

You all rush to get inside, Eddie thanking the family who laugh and say it was no problem. It takes a minute for everyone to dry off and ease up but you manage it. And when it’s time for dinner you plan on making sandwiches so you don’t have to grill. 

You search for the bag of bread and chips you packed, digging through everything as Eddie sat with the boys. He bounces them on his knee with his thumb in Halens mouth and his pointer finger in Ozzys so they can both gum at the flesh. 

“Ed’s? We grabbed the bag of bread…..right?” You ask, looking arohnd as you trip on shoes. “Motley. Shoes please.” 

“Of course we grabbed it. I remember moving it to get to my tool box…. Oh crap.” 

“Please tell me we didn’t leave it in the rain.” You sigh, sinking to the couch. “We only have sandwich meat and cheese. Other than that everything is for the grill and we don’t even have buns.” 

“We…. Shit. I’m sorry.” 

“We’ll be fine.” You sigh. “We can….” 

“Mommy I’m hungry.” Motley grumbles, moving to cuddle into your side as Ziggy and Zeppelin jump on the couch as well. 

“I think….. cold cut roll ups for dinner.” You smile. 

“What’s that?” 

-

You ate dinner together on the floor, staying huddled together to keep warmth as you laughed about everything that went wrong today. Halen sat in your lap with Ozzy in Eddie’s lap and you ate a dinner of ham rolled around cheese, taking turns passing the fruit bowl around to grab a piece with your fingers. 

The girls had fun, both imitating Eddie when he was frustrated. 

It was a great night, no matter how stressful the day was. And once you got all of them laid down to sleep you and Eddie sat on the couch, with you laying on his chest and him playing with your hair. 

“What would I do without you?” He mumbles, which makes you smile. 

“Let’s never find out.” 

“No I’m serious. I hope I go first. I can not imagine a world without you.” He huffs. 

“No. I want to go first. I call dibs.” 

“You can’t dibs that!” 

“Already did.” 

(Spoiler alert, you go first. You’re 86 and pass away in your own home with Eddie laying beside you. Your funeral brings all the kids home and they take care of Eddie the next two weeks since he is devastated. 

You’re wedding anniversary falls two weeks after you pass, and Eddie passes away that evening, wearing a red piece of yarn around his ring finger just as he promised you on your wedding day. 

Ozzy is given Eddie’s guitar and your favorite book. Halen is given Eddie’s very first lord of the rings book set and your sketch book. Ziggy gets Eddie’s bandana and your earring collection. Motley gets Eddie’s leather jacket and your record collection. She also inherits both your wedding rings but she puts them in your shared grave so they you both could keep them wherever you went. She gives the ring Eddie gave her from his mother to her eldest daughter.) 

- 

The wedding is an easy affair….. well not to Motley. The poor girl was stressed out of her mind. 

Her dress was perfect and Nancy managed to pin her hair into place, and Motley had dashed around as you got dressed into the prettiest gown she had ever seen. 

“Metalhead. Aren’t you supposed to be with you dad?” You ask, leaning forward to fix her hair. “He needs his best girl.” 

A large smile cracks across her face and she bounces up and down before a knock sounds out at the door and Steve comes into view, sighing audibly. 

“The best man is here to get the best girl for the ceremony.” He groans, obviously joking when Motley throws a pillow at him before dashing to go find her dad. 

For the wedding it was decided that Motley would stand next to Eddie, in a new role he deemed to be so utterly important the church might burn without it. So she did, in her cute little bridesmaid dress as they shared excited glances while waiting for you. 

Steve stood with Ozzy, Dustin with Halen. 

Nancy and Robin stood by your side, and Ziggy was the flower girl with Zeppelin as the ring bearer. 

Steve had made some stupid comment about how the dog would lose them, but you weren’t worried since you were already wearing the rings. 

For your ceremony you and Eddie chose to take a red piece of yard and tie your ring fingers to eachother, just like he said the day he proposed. As the minister goes through the process Eddie gets a suspicious smirk before subtly tugging his hand to pull yours near. 

“Always drawing me near.” He whispers. 

“And I intend to keep it that way.” You smile back. 

- 

You sit, in your wedding gown on the kitchen floor, eating cake with a spoon with Eddie sitting next to you with a tub of ice cream. You took turns feeding eachother the desserts as you giggled. 

“When steve and Nancy took our kids I imagined something more…. Sexy.” You laugh, “but this is perfect.” 

“Oh? Am I not sexy to you?” He scoffs, posing as the best from his suit unbuckles smoothly. 

“Munson.” You snap. 

“Munson.” He snaps back with a shit eating grin. “I was thinking…..” 

“Never good for anyone.” 

“As much as I love sitting and snacking with you on the kitchen floor-“ he smiles.  

“Careful.” 

“I think it’s time it changes.” 

“No go! You and I snack on the floor! Just like our first date!” You complain. “You’re a traitor-“ 

“I just mean-“ he interrupts, reaching up to cover your mouth. “That we have a very full house and maybe it’s time for….. a different kitchen.” 

“You want to move?” 

-

“Please tell me you’re not pregnant again.” Eddie mumbles, staring wide eyed at you from where you sat on the bed, shoving your face with snacks. “Not that I would mind because it would be partly my fault but the twins are kicking my ass. I can’t tell if Ozzy wants to kill me or he just dislikes me.” 

You don’t respond, staring at him numbly as he tilts his head to look at you, waiting. 

It was the second week in your new house, and you guys were almost done moving and settling everyone in. 

The twins now had a room beside yours, with Wayne across the hall. The basement in this house belonged to the girls, the two bedrooms split amongst them and the room connecting them with the laundry room now being used as a rec room. 

“Hello?” Eddie calls. 

“hello…..” you mumble, squinting at him. “Did someone call?” 

“No….” Eddie mumbles, confusion lacing him as he walks a little closer to you. “Are you expecting a call?”

“No.” His eyes widen as he meets your own, a laugh breaking out. 

“Are you high?!” He cackles, grabbing your jaw lightly as he checks your eyes. “How?!” 

“I don’t know.” You mumble. “I ate the brownies that our neighbor brought, and next thing I know my feet are fuzzy.” 

Your explanation comes out as a whine and you point to your feet. “I can’t feel them.” 

“You…. You didn’t smoke? This came from the brownies? How many did you eat?” 

“3.” You sigh. “I had one and the next thing I knew I was so hungry I had to eat another.” 

“Shit.” He mumbles back, reaching a hand under your shirt to rub your abdomen in circles with his thumbs. “That’s pretty high, baby.” 

“I don’t even have a ladder.” You say, confused. “Ed’s. I’m fuzzy.” 

“Yeah I bet.” He smiles. “You wanna cuddle? I think we have the afternoon before the kids come back from school and daycare.” 

“Yes.” You mumble, falling back quickly. “But I can’t move.” 

He helps shuffle you up the bed, laying you on the pillows before moving to kneel by your feet and picking your right foot up to rub your ankle softly. 

“Eddie no.” You mumble, closing your eyes. “The room is flying.” 

“I know. I’m just gonna help you get some feeling back okay?  Just keep your eyes closed and try to nap.” 

He watches as you keep your eyes closed, trying not to laugh at the way you grip the sheets like you are trying to stay rooted there. 

Massaging one ankle for a couple minutes before moving on to the second. He knows you’ve fallen asleep the second your hands unclench from the sheets and he shuffles to cover you with the comforter, making sure you have a glass of water by the bed just in case. 

By the time he shuffles down the stairs he plans to unpack a couple more boxes before a loud and rushed knock covers the house. 

Opening the door to reveal an older woman, looking extremely panicked. A smile spreads across his face as he realizes who you got the pot brownies from. 

Before she gets a word out he asks “looking for your brownies?” 

“Yes! Oh I am so sorry!” She panics. “I made a batch for your family the same day I made my batch and I confused the pans and I know you have young kids and-“ 

“It’s fine. They haven’t had any.” He eases, letting her in as he shuffles to the kitchen to find where you had left them. “There was an argument yesterday over a box of Barbie’s so no one got dessert. My wife however tried one today and then got the munchies.” 

He shows her the pan, and she smiles at the sight, obviously trying not to laugh. 

“I can make you more, if you want.” 

“You know how to make these kinds?” She asks and he holds out his arms in a way to say ‘you see me?’ 

“Of course I do! And I know how to make them taste more like chocolate than anything.” 

“I….. please don’t think I’m some druggie old bat that tried killing your kids. I use these to help my cancer, and we’ll….” 

“Hey, there’s no problem. If anything my kids would have just gotten a little spaced out.” They would have gotten more than that but he wasn’t about to make her feel worse. 

“How many do you have again? I saw two when I talked to your wife.” 

“We have 4.” He answers, giving her a small smile as she grabs the pan. 

“Oh how wonderful. How old are they?” 

“Our oldest is about to turn 10, then we have a 4 year old and the twins just turned 2.” 

“Busy busy.” She laughs. “You seem so young too! To have a 10 year old. Oh my gosh.” 

“She’s a handful but gotta love her.” 

“What are their names?” 

“Motley, Ziggy, Ozzy and Halen.” Eddie answers easily, a feeling of pride in his chest as he talks about them. 

“Oh! You’re into rock music ,I take it?” 

“Just a bit.” He didn’t mention the dog running laps out back being named Zeppelin. “My daughters not so much though. They’ve gotten into this pop music phase.” 

“I had the same face when my own kids got into rock music over my classic music.” She giggles. “Oh, well I should be going. I would love to meet your kids sometime, you should throw a house party so the neighborhood can welcome you!” 

How had he gone from the town freak that everyone at school refused to sit by to a father that this woman wanted to welcome? 

“We’ll think about it.” He shuffles behind her to the door, walking her out and making sure she gets into her house safely before going back inside and heading back upstairs. 

You’re in a cocoon of your own making, face smudged into the pillow as you sleep. He keeps his movements slow, gently prying the blanket out of your hand so that he can crawl into the cocoon with you, keeping pressed against you as you move to welcome him in. 

He didn’t have to pick the kids up for another 4 hours, might as well nap with his wife as she’s high as a kite. 

-

You ended up signing Motley up for soccer, and you had no clue just how big the team was. 

So when her birthday party rolled around you were overthrown with younger girls dashing around the backyard. They screamed and giggled, jumping in and out of the pool and tracking water everywhere. 

Eddie, Steve and the rest of the boys had set up a large pool in the main area of the backyard and then a small kiddie pool closer to the patio, with pool chairs along the backyard and colorful decorations strung everywhere. 

You were sat on a pool chair close to the kiddie pool, basking in the sun like a lizard as you watched the twins with Steve and Nancy’s youngest. There were more toddlers at the party but so far those three were the only ones that had made it into the pool without crying. 

You kept leaning in to dip a hand on and make sure it wasn’t too cold, but the sun was hitting it perfectly so the water stayed perfect for the boys. 

Ozzy had found one of the mini squirt guns and had been shooting Steves youngest, Micky, with it for about 5 minutes as Halen kept leaning over the side to splash Lucas. 

“You could move.” You offer half heartedly, doing nothing to stop your little brat as he tries to do it again. 

“It actually feels nice.” Lucas mumbles from his own spot under the sun. “But if I don’t over react he will thinks it’s not fun.” 

Right on cue Halen splashes him and Lucas gasps out, groaning a bit as he pretends to dodge. Halen laughs looking at you with such excitement. 

You smile back, which makes him jump up and down and you wonder why he had gotten go excited, then a shadow looms over you to reveal your husband bending down to kiss your cheek. 

“How are the boys?” 

“Wreaking havoc-“ you answer right as Ozzy sprays Micky in the face again. “As per usual. Where are my girls?” 

“Ziggy is currently chasing Jonathan around with a fake snake and Motley is racing her friends in the pool.” He answers, looking around for both just in case before shuffling. “I wanna sit with you.”

“There is no room.” You scoff, still attempting to give him room since he doesn’t hesitate to push his way in. Before you know it he is halfway on your lap as you laugh out, trying to shove him off. “Edward.” 

“What? Aren’t married couples supposed to share everything?!” He teases, wiggling his hips. 

“You used that excuse last night when you ate MY PUDDING!” You whine, giving up on pushing him off and just choosing to rest your forehead on his shoulder. 

“You could have just let me eat you for dessert like I wanted to.” 

“We had important things to do.” You explain. “For your daughter's birthday.” 

“Excuses excuses. Don’t splash daddy Halen-“ too late, your youngest son was already on it and before you know it both you and Eddie are getting hit by the water. 

“This is what I get when you come over-“ 

“No no no. You’re not blaming this on me. He was looking right at you when he did that baby.” 

“You’re such a bad influence!” 

“You’re the one that showed him how to do it!”

“Hey! Mom! Dad!” Someone shouts and Eddie groans.  

“Whatever happened to mommy and daddy? Or daddy eddie?” He whines. 

“Kids grow. Sadly.” You sigh. 

“We’ll she shouldn’t.” 

“I’m sure Wayne said the same thing about you.” You mumble, taking a finger and swiping some of his hair out of his face. “You need a haircut.” 

“Is the pizza here?!” Motley asks, staring at you both. 

“Does it look like I have pizza?” Eddie asks, holding out his hands, one empty the other with a can in it. “Where’s Vinny?” 

“I have no clue.” Eddie sighs. “Probably hiding.” 

“I wanna spray him with the hose.” 

“Then you should find him.” You tease as Eddie finally gets up, moving to help you up. “Ozzy. Halen. Let’s go boys.” 

“Where you guys going?” Eddie asks, pouting a bit. 

“To rob a bank.” You smile, grabbing their hands into each of your own. “Or to add more sunscreen. Haven’t decided yet. Motley, you need more sunscreen.” 

“No! I want to-“

“We’ll do that later. Come on.” You reply sternly, turning to Eddie. “Get Ziggy will ya?” 

“On it.” He nods, turning around to whistle loudly and nod her over with Zeppelin. “Unbelievable.” 

Zeppelin was wearing swimming trunks, because you thought it was adorable. 

“Are you looking for VinnyyyYy?” Ziggy teases her sister which makes Eddie roll his eyes already knowing it will start a fight. 

“Are you looking to die today? Nerd bomber.” Motley snaps back. 

“I’m not a nerd bomber!” Ziggy shouts, pushing her sister. Motley pushes back and before it can get worse Eddie is grabbing the back of their necks hard enough to pull them away but not hard enough to hurt. 

“Get moving before I ground you both.” 

“Yes dad.” Motley sighs. 

“Okay papa.” Ziggy groans. It’s only then he releases them to go inside, following where you had disappeared with the boys. 

He shuffles behind them, watching them look at each other glaring every once in a while. It was insane to him how they went from sweet little angels to fighting nearly everyday. 

He spent most his time trying to get them to stop. 

“Don’t do it.” He warns when Ziggy rolls her fist. “You girls are on thin ice today.” 

Just this morning he had separated a pretty bad fight which had both of them crying. 

When they make it to yours and Eddie’s room you are already almost done reapplying the boys sunscreen, Halen hugging your calf as you help Ozzy. “Are you hungry?” 

“I am.” Eddie smiles only for you to subtly flip him off which makes him laugh. 

“We weren’t asking da-da! No we weren’t!” You make Ozzy clap his hands with you before setting him down on the ground and move to get the girls with the sunscreen. 

“I’m beat. Let’s kick everyone out and take a nap.” Eddie teases, falling backwards onto the bed and splaying out. 

“Booga!” Ozzy yells, dashing to the bed to attack him. 

“We can’t! We haven’t even cut the cake, silly.” Motley laughs, watching her little brother jump into Eddie’s stomach. “GET HIM!” 

And that’s when the riot ensues, all of the kids rush to attack Eddie in his moment of weakness, giggling and tackling him. 

His eyes widen as they all lunge for him, crying out to you for help. You debate it for a moment, pretending to move closer and reach a hand out only to pull away at the last moment and walk out of the room as he calls out for help. 

Teach him to eat your snacks.

The rest of the day is spent chasing kids around. If it wasn’t the twins then it was Ziggy and if it wasn’t her it was Motley. 

Presents and cake went by quickly and soon enough you were cleaning up the mess of the party. Eddie was picking up trash and you were packing up all the food. Both looking at each other subtly and every time you make eye contact you look away quickly. 

“You have fun today?” 

“Of course.  Did you?” 

“Oh I had a blast. I just wish she’d stop growing up.” Eddie sighs, and you look over at him as he picks up a cup by the kiddie pool before moving to walk away. Only he trips on a pool chair and stumbled face first into the kiddie pool. 

You can’t help but laugh, loudly, as he scrambles to get out. His hair sticks to his face and he looks like a wet dog as he glares. 

“That’s not funny!” He snaps as you wheeze, leaning forward with your hands on your knees trying to breathe. 

“I could have died! Drowned right there and my wife is just laughing away!” Tears are rolling down your cheeks now as he huffs, standing and marching over. “Not funny.” 

“Y-You …. Ohmygod!” You wheeze out, hand grabbing his bicep to help stabilize yourself. 

“I’m done. We’re divorcing.” He huffs, hand moving to your lower back to lead you inside. “I hate you.” 

-

The entire family was sprawled out in the living room after one of Motleys soccer games, tired and ready for bed but now quite ready to stop hanging out together. 

Eddie sat on the floor with his back to the couch, a comb between his teeth, and Motley sitting between his legs as he tries to brush out some of the knots from her hair. 

You were laid out with the couch and Ziggy was curled up on your right side with Ozzy asleep on your left. Halen laid between your legs and the side of the couch, using his brothers sleeping form as a pillow as he stared at the tv with wide eyes. 

Zeppelin lay on the mat by the door, the teams soccer jersey still on, while Wayne slept in his recliner chair. 

It was nights like these that Eddie loved, everyone together. No fighting, no rush to go anywhere. It was just peaceful. 

When he finished brushing through Motleys hair he made sure to put it in a brain before laying against the couch so his head was on your calf while Motley laid against him. 

The tv showed a new scooby cartoon, which is partly the reason Ozzy ended up actually cuddling someone since he normally hated hugs and cuddles. But when scooby doo was on? That kid was all about it.  

“Hey dad?” Motley whispers, drawing Eddie’s attention to her. 

“Yeah?” 

“You’re the coolest dad ever.” She mumbles before closing her eyes, and Eddie can’t stop smiling for the rest of the night. 

-

“What’s up, Metalhead?” Eddie asks, tightening the tire onto the car he was currently working on as Motley stares at him from her spot. 

Monday afternoons were a bit packed for the Munson household. Wayne had gone back to work as a manager so he spent Mondays going through billing and finances. 

You always picked up shifts at the diner while Ziggy had her ballet class and the boys were at preschool. 

Motley was the only one that had Monday afternoons off so Eddie would take his lunch to go pick her up from school and she would spend the afternoon at work with him until you could come get her or it was time to go home. 

He always made his work table into a desk area so she can do her homework, which is what she was supposed to be doing now, only she sat staring at him. 

“I need help.” She mumbles. 

“If it’s math I can’t help ya.” He smiles. “Or English. Or science. Act-“

“Dad.” 

“Fine. Fine.” He mumbles, pouting that she’s not being fun today as he stands up and wipes his hands before moving to see what she needs. “What’s this?” 

“A family tree.” 

“Okay? Why’s it blank?” He pulls his stool closer so he can sit and work with her. 

“I don’t know what to put.” 

“Your family. Silly.”

“I know. I just don’t know if I should do…. Biological or my real family. This is to track where we came from but…..” he catches on then, blinking slowly as he realizes what she can’t choose between. 

Put down her biological dad or put down Eddie. 

“I think either or.” He shrugs, trying to play cool. “It’s your project.” 

“But….. I don’t really know anything about him. And….. I don’t like knowing I came from him.” She blushes, playing with the ends of her hair like she always does when she gets nervous. 

“Then don’t. You shouldn’t have to feel upset or nervous about any of this. If you want to leave that side blank it’s up to you, Metalhead.”

“Can I….. can I put you down?” 

“Absolutely.” 

She smiles, and turns so she’s facing him. “Okay. Full name please?”

“Edward Wayne Munson. Pleasure to meet you…” 

“Motley Marie Munson.” She pretends to be serious, shaking his hands. “For father it’s Grandpa Wayne right?” 

“Actually, it’s not.” Eddie sighs, rubbing his side. “Wayne is my Uncle. My dads brother.” 

“Then why do we call him Grandpa Wayne?” 

“Well… he took me in when I was younger. Your age I believe. And…and even when I wasn’t living with him fully Wayne always made sure I had a place that was safe. Wayne is my chosen dad.”

“Where are your mom and dad then?” 

“Well my mom is gone…. She passed away when I was 6. And my dad…. Well my dad is in prison.” 

“What’d he do?” 

Child abuse, drug abuse, manslaughter. “Bad things.” 

“Do you see him?” 

“I used to…. I used to bug Wayne to go all the time and the more I grew up the less I wanted to go. I used to want him to miss me though.” The look she gave Eddie  made him realize that he might be able to help with whatever emotional turmoil she was feeling more than he realized. 

“I actually, this is gonna sound silly but just bare with me,” he sighs and she scoots closer. “I used to love my dad more than anything. And when I was taken to Uncle Wayne I used to hate my uncle for separating me from my dad. He refused to let me go and visit him at first and when he finally did I realized why. And then I was stuck in this constant anger that my dad didn’t want me. Why did I want him more than he wanted me? I’m his kid, he helped bring me into the world, what did I do wrong?” 

“What do you think now?” 

“That I’m better without him. That I will always try to be a better dad than he ever was and….. and I hope my mom knows I made it out. I hope she knows, wherever she ended up, that I found what she always wanted for me.” 

“What did she want?” 

“A happy family.” 

“When’s the last time you saw your dad?” 

“I went right after I met your mom.” 

“That was a long time ago!” 

“Yeah it was.” 

“Can…. Can I meet him?” 

“No.” Eddie snaps, chest tightening. “I don’t think that would be-“ 

“I wanna see you with your dad.” And Eddie knows what she means. I wanna know if I can leave my dads shadow. 

“I’ll ask your mother.” 

Part five is already here babes! MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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[mstigeress37-blog]

Modern! Eddie.M x girlfriend!Reader

ＳＵＭ． Wayne and Eddie get a Ring doorbell.

For the past month, Wayne had been saving up some money for a Ring Doorbell. It was pricey, but it was definitely an investment he had to make, especially since he knew of his nephew's infamous reputation because even if he didn't deserve a title such as 'Hawkins' freak,' that won't stop people from graffiti-ing those words on their trailer (it hasn't happened yet, but he's paranoid).

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You and Eddie had only been dating for two weeks, and you already both know that it's a relationship that will last a long time. But despite that, it was still only a two-week-old relationship, so you were both adamant about introducing each other to your families.

You were pacing your room back and forth, occasionally looking over to the box of cookies on your table.

Should you just wait until tomorrow to give it to him? No, they'd be cold. I mean, you could always reheat them? Nah, he'd know. Everyone always knows when something is reheated!

He always sneaks into your room, Surely it wouldn't be any different if it were vice versa?

So you took your hoodie (gifted from yours truly), chucked your slip-ons on and left with the box in your hand. You knew where he had lived and where his room was from when you both had studied together before you'd established a relationship.

You pulled up to his trailer a few ways away so that your headlights didn't wake up his uncle, speedwalking to his trailer.

You walk up onto his porch to knock on the window of his room before booking it back to the door, and soon enough, he opens it in all his shirtless glory, wiping his eyes.

"Baby, what're you doing here? You should be sleeping," he says, stepping forward, down his trailer steps, and opening his arms as an invitation to hug you real quick. Happily, you hug him back before stepping away, Eddie crossing his arms.

"I was making a midnight snack and ended up making cookies... and I couldn't wait until tomorrow to give them to you since I know you like how I bake them!" You whisper with a smile, handing him the box.

He opens it and is met with a waft of the delectable smell of your cookies with a 'woof.'

"Do you, uh, wanna come inside? Then we can eat them together?" he asks, gesturing to his door. You pull a confused face.

"Isn't Wayne home?" You continue to whisper despite his normal speaking level and invitation. He starts chuckling, making your heartache.

"That's why you were whispering! No, he's working tonight," he explains with a soft smile. "Oh, okay! Let's go then."

You step forward, excited to be with Eddie, before he puts the Tupperware down on the steps and softly grabs your face. He leans in before leaning back out, asking, "Are you okay with this?"

With a goofy smile, you nod as you put your arms around his neck. "Yes. Yes, it's okay."

He leaned in and there you were, sharing your first passionate kiss with Eddie in your slippers and PJs, and him shirtless and half-asleep.

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Wayne knocks on the wall next to Eddie's door seeing as the entrance to his room is already open. Eddie, who was messing about with his guitar, sits up and lets his feet touch the floor. "You alright, Wayne?"

"Yeah, uh, I just..." Wayne felt awkward. He didn't want Eddie to think that he disapproved of him having a girlfriend, but he felt as though it was a topic that should be talked about since it was the first time he'd seen Eddie so... willing? Loving? Accepted? He didn't know how to describe it.

"I noticed you brought a girl here last night."

Eddie stands up, hands in his pockets as he shrugs. "Yeah, yeah. She just came here all of a sudden, Sorry if you didn't want that," he explains, Wayne instantly interjecting.

"No, no, that's not what I'm saying. Bring her here for all I care, I was the same when I was your age."

There was some awkward silence, Eddie nodding, waiting for his uncle to say something since there was nothing he was going to say. Wayne brings his hand up to massage his nose's bridge.

"Sorry, I don't know where I'm going from this. Just, uh, as long as you like her and you're happy."

This causes Eddie to smile and his eyes light up, instantly smiling slightly himself. But only slightly.

"She's amazing, Wayne. I honestly wanna marry her, but only time can tell." He rambles a bit. Feeling more comfortable, Wayne steps further into Eddie's room.

"I know it's none of my business, but, what did she give you yesterday?" He questions.

"Heh, cookies. Didn't wanna wait to give it to me after school today." He beams at the memory. Wayne looks behind him, scanning the kitchen counters. "Ya think I can have some?"

Eddie laughs slightly, about to agree before stilling.

"We finished them... sorry."

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Wayne yawns. He's sat at his night shift at a table for his break, his lunch in front of him. His phone beeps and he recognises the alert sound as the Ring doorbell app. Thinking it was a bunch of rebels, or preppies, to hate on Eddie, he rushes to open it, because who else would be at their house at such late time of the night? At least he can scare them off with the 'call' feature and speak to them.

But when he opens the app, he's met with a girl standing in front of their door who smiles when he hears Eddie open the door. He smiles at the sight of them hugging and watches them talk for a bit before it looks like they're about to kiss. His smile widens when he hears his boy ask for consent before closing the app.

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"WEE OOO WEE OOO!" you goofily say as you go back and forth from the camera. Ever since Eddie had told you about it, you just goof off in front of it whenever you wait for someone to open the door.

But Eddie was taking longer than usual, so you just goofed off longer than usual. You wink over-dramatically, then wink with the other eye, mouth wide open, before the door is suddenly and rapidly opened, forcing you to suddenly go up as well, pulling a straight face. But Eddie bursts out laughing, causing you to laugh out loud too.

"You know I can see you right? And that it's recording?" "That's why I do it, Now show me the recording!"

"You know I can see it, too?" Wayne says from the living room, provoking you and Eddie to stop laughing.

[daisysliv]

ITS A JOSEPH QUINN THING

[stillxnunpxidintern]

Henderson Reader: We need a diversion. I say Eddie gets naked. Steve: No. Henderson Reader: I could get naked. The squad: NO!!!

(Some crack in the form of incorrect quotes for Monster Town au. They either possessive or be to horrified to see naked Reader, as I imagine Dustin apart of the squad)

[eddieismissing]

WHEN I GET HOME YOU’RE SO DEAD!

part one. || part two. || part three.

(based on the song when i get home youre so dead by mayday parade)

after your argument with eddie about your infidelity, things were still unclear. but your boyfriend still loved you, after all he had saved you from that man in the ally of his favorite dingy bar. (not before publicly humiliating both you and his steve during his performance of a new original song). steve unwillingly brought you both back to eddie's trailer after your boyfriend demanded him to.. you were going to kiss him before he lost his temper. 7K+ words.

rockstar!eddie munson x reader. 

warnings: 18+, angst, fighting, infidelity, crying, dark content, choking, dirty talk, biting, teasing, degradation, dumbification, markings, obsessive behavior, violence, rockstar!eddie, unprotected p in v, breeding, hair pulling, slapping, biting, dom!eddie, dark!eddie, daddy kink (if you squint), sir!eddie, mean!eddie, bondage, rough stuff, aftercare, pushing limits, use of safewords, misunderstandings, subspace, domdrop, soft!eddie, fluff & aftercare, two idiots in love, solving conflict, and things I'm sure I missed.

this is the final part! enjoy!

SMUT DIRECTLY UNDER THE CUT. NO MINORS PLEASE. 18+.

���Now.. kiss me.. kiss me like you kissed him.” 

You couldn’t move. 

A tight grip wrapped around your throat suddenly. Eddie looked vicious. He was a snake constricting his prey before striking. His eyes were inticiting you to come closer and the tongue that licked his dry lips told you he couldn’t wait to indulge in you. Daring to face the predator before you, you pushed against his touch and kissed him softly. As sick and twisted as it was, you knew the man before you could and would break you. Never have you crossed each other's boundaries, but many boundaries had been crossed when you kissed Steve. It was only fair, he thought, for him to devour you how he had always wanted to. What he had in mind now was deadly and unaware of what was in store, you still trusted him. Eddie planned to swallow you whole like a python with a small meek mouse. 

He growled deeply from his throat as his soft lips met yours. When you didn’t make an effort to deepen the kiss Eddie thought you were refusing to give him what he wanted. The next move was almost a blur to you and your senses. He pulled away. An open palm was suddenly in your field of vision before a loud ‘smack’ hit you on your left cheek. Your head turned with the force, and a yelp almost left your throat. Before you had the chance the hand on your throat lifted to cover your mouth and he pulled you to look at him. He watched your eyes pool with tears.

“That was how you kissed him?”

“Nothing more. Noting less Ed’s.” you answered.

He didn’t like that attitude. He growled, “I’m going to tell you this once, pretty girl. You will obey my every demand, action, and move tonight. If I push you too far, you will shut up and deal with it. m’kay?” 

That was the hardest Eddie had ever hit you. His palm that was over your lips slowly moved back down your throat and to the top of your shirt. He waited for you to answer as his fingers idly played with the collar of your shirt.

“Yes, sir.” You obliged. 

A glint of love danced in his eyes, but it remained heavily shielded from you and instead clouded with desire. Eddie let out a small laugh before he moved to grip your hips and lift you in the air so you were straddling his hips with your legs wrapped around him again, he barely huffed as your body weight shifted against him so he could carry you down the hall and to his dark bedroom. Eddie’s hair tickled your neck as he worked sloppy kisses into your skin. 

“Atta girl..” he hummed, “just needed a good talking to.” he said while opening his door.

Your back hit his bed with a thud. As you laid down he was pouncing on you. He straddled your waist with his knees to hold you down. His body weight completely sat on you while you struggled. You looked up at him with a touch of fear, curious to how he was going to punish you. The glint in your eyes mixing with your soft pout drove him wild. He almost forgot why he was mad at you, almost.

“Hands over your head. Now.” 

You answered him softly, but your whisper was drowned out as he worked on taking your shirt off. Unrestricting you from your clothes, you followed his movements to obey him. Before you could blink Eddie was unhooking your bra. He groaned when he watched your chest move up and down with your quick inhales and exhales. You were unmarked. Both of you hadn’t had the opportunity to mark each other as your own because of the fight and Eddie was dying to make you his again, you craved it just as much.

“Don’t speak unless spoken to. Don’t fucking whine. And don’t you dare move. Gonna mess up my work here, sweetheart.” he growled, laying out his rules.

You stayed as still as you could. Your boyfriend slowly moved off of your hips and down your body. His chest rested right over your warm center while your legs opened for him, his head sat on your stomach. His curls tickled you while he worked his wet tongue on your tummy. Eddie sucked a dark mark above your belly button before he began working on the left side of your chest. A sharp pain was all you could feel when he bit your nipple. He gripped your side harshly to hold you still and the pain of his sharp canines mixed with your pleasure made your back arch. He quickly changed his position to be over you. You could see his eyes watching yours in the dark before you caught him glancing at your lips.

“I said. Don’t. Fucking. Move.” 

“I'm so stupid. I’m sorry. I… I won’t move, sir.” he smiled. “and.. I should’ve never kissed Steve, Eddie.” you said breathlessly.

“Don’t. Do not fucking say his name. I don’t want to hear his name on your lips again.” 

And then he was pulling you in for a hard kiss, biting your lip painfully. You let a moan out into his mouth before he pulled away. Eddie glared at you while moving down your body again he began to work on the right side of your chest. Giving the same amount of love to your other nipple.

“I bet you didn’t squirm like this for Stevie, huh?” he hummed. “mhm, but whores like you get so sensitive, don’t you?” he moaned.

You managed to stay still after that comment. While he worked against your skin lazily, the softness of his tongue left chills in his wake. The darkness of his room clouded most of your senses. Then you felt him move to your hips. His lips sucked even darker spots on your hip bones. Him being so close to where you wanted him made you tense up. You didn’t dare move again and you listened to him hum appraisingly to nonverbally let you know he appreciated you. Eddie loved the taste of your skin on his tongue. When he pulled away, in the dark lighting, he could make out five marks. One under your nipple on both your right and left side, one above your belly button, and two on each of your hips, slightly above where your jeans hugged your waist. You heard him groan. Where he had bitten and bruised was so sensitive to the touch. His pointer finger reached out to dig into the soft tissue on your hips before he started again on your skin. Being sure to dig his fingers even deeper into the tender skin when you seemed to get used to the sensation. He would moan with you when you would cry out for him. He fucking loved when he caused you pain, especially now. You winced while he applied pressure to the fresh bruises and made new ones. Eddie just needed to connect the dots to finish his work.

“Your doing so good for me… Im just getting started and you’re already so fucking horny.” He raised up and tapped your cheek with his palm. “Open up, bitch”, you obeyed and nodded. Eddie leaned down and spit in your throat. “Swallow it.” He watched your throat constrict. You whined, he mocked your cries, “I'm almost done. Keep staying still for me.”

His taste and touch clouded your system as he slowly pushed you into a good headspace. He knew he had to be just gentle and demanding enough to get you out of your head completely. He had to pace himself. As much as he wanted to, he needed you to float further down before he could really start being harsh. He moved to work on your stomach and chest again with ease as he connected the blushing dots on your skin to make a nice 'M’. For mine, he thought. Muson. He wished he could carve it into your skin with his teeth. If Steve or anyone ever dared to try and touch you, they would know you were off limits. Maybe he could fuck you dumb and convince you that you needed his mark on you permanently. 

“Ah.. haha. There we go. Wasn’t so hard to stay still was it, dummy?” He looked down at you in the dark. As you nodded at him, you answered, “No, sir.” 

The gleam of his teeth told you he was smiling down at you. You wiggled under him as he pushed his rough calloused fingers into the waist of your jeans and slowly pulled them off. He let you get away with a soft pathetic moan as he worked them down your ankles. You knew what was coming next and Eddie knew he had pushed you far into your subspace. Now it would be even harder for you to obey his rules.

“to..touch me, please.”

Eddie ignores you while you whine, and then suddenly between your hips. His tongue starts dragging and flicking against your gushy, sticky cunt through your panties. The dark damp spot revealing all he needs to know as you struggle to keep your composure. His sparkly eyes meet yours in the dark as he listens to you pout. He smacks his hand against your cunt.

“If you’re gonna fucking whine you might as well make it loud. Lemme hear you, whore.” 

His hands curl around your thighs as he pulls you closer and laps up your taste. He hums against you and the vibration goes straight to your core. After his brutal teasing he knows it won't take you long before you're coming undone. His teeth bite your clit through the cotton. Your hands quickly dig into his messy fringe of curls as you try to drag his mouth closer to your center. Your hips mindlessly moving. Eddie moves his head to the right of your pussy and bites again. This time harder. You try pulling away but his mouth is latched onto your thing. Teeth pinching your skin harshly. Squeezing at your thighs with brutal force, his lips pull away from your clothed cunt with a soft 'pop'. You gasp as he grins toothily.

"Look how messy she is for me, baby. oh, poor fucking pussy, baby. She loves me more than she could ever love Steve." he sighed, looking up at you. 

You watch him playfully roll his eyes into the back of his head as his long tongue trails from your entrance to your clit. Glistening with his spit and your slick before his palm collides with your hot cunt again. His heavy biker rings leaving a sting you hardly enjoy. Your eyes tear with oversensitivity. 

“That’s right fucking take what you’re given, stupid slut.” he moves your restricting panties to the side and spits on your hot cunt before moaning.

Then Eddie’s back to working against your clit, tongue swirling and teeth biting your sensitive bud as he tries to remind himself to refrain from getting drunk off your pussy. You shiver, his fingers dance up your stomach, pinching around your taut, bruised nipples. 

“Did your little toy fuck you this good? Huh? I bet you were all wet for him too.. Weren’t you?” He cried. You whine over him as he practically yells his weaponized words at you. 

“No. I.. no he never.. touched me.” you cried. “I promise.”

Eddie lets his fingertips pull your panties to the side even further, the clothing stretching. “Oh sweetheart... don’t sound so disappointed… did my girl want him to touch her?” When he spoke, his fingertips brushed around the rim of your entrance. "No. Eddie.. only you. please. ple-." you whisper, voice shaky, and tears threaten to pour as he brushes and teases you.

He bites your inner thigh, closer to your core this time but only inches from the other bite mark. You try moaning his name but before the sound meets his ears he’s driving his middle finger deep in your pussy. Lips suckling at your clit as he smiles devilishly in the dark at you. His finger drives into you as you moan with his thrust. He pulls back to spit on you again, covering you in even more of a mix of both yours and his juices. He likes you sloppy.

“Yeah, baby? This pussy is fucking mine. It’s mine and forever will be mine. You have no idea how much I love this precious little cunt. You take me so fucccking well.” 

You were so easy to pull apart. you keen, eyes rolling into the back of your skull in shrill awe. “Eddi- fuck. I want to cum, pleasepleaseplease.” He slows his movements, “Oh sweetheart, were gonna make a deal m’kay..?” Eddie watches you nod viciously, “Yes, sir. Anything. Please.” you cry out. He nods at your good behavior. “You pick.. you don’t cum for the entire night, and i get to use and abuse this cunt until i’m finished.. or you cum now and you don’t stop cumming til i decided you’ve given me enough..” You stupidly choose the latter. He pulls your panties off of you and drapes your thighs on his shoulders. 

"c'mon then." he mumbles messily, his pointer finger joins his middle and he begins rolling and pressing into that soft, spongy spot inside you. Only he could reach it. "I want you to cum. Need you to cum."

You whimper at the demanding tone in his words, your thighs tighten around his head. Your fingers dig deeper into his scalp and you cry out to him, Eddie was filling every one of your senses as tears pricked your eyes and your orgasm drew tight in your lower belly. 

"please, sir." you heave out in such a whiny way his balls get tighter in his jeans. He suddenly becomes aware of how hot he is. Still fully dressed from his night out at the bar. 

“Give it to me. cum. cum for me, baby.”

You whisper his name like a prayer on a rushed tongue. Lips pouting and he watches you tuck your bottom lip under your teeth. Your back arching as your clit grows more sensitive under his flicking tongue. 

“That’s it, mmmhm. What a fucking whore." he presses his fingers deeper, grinning as your belly spasms. His bruising grip on your thighs push him closer and closer. "cum on daddy's tongue, baby."

Then your release hits you. Your thighs suffocate Eddie, you cum harder than any other man could make you. But when your knees press together and your toes curl in pleasure, it slowly morphs into your muscles being overworked and tightening harsher than they should. Eddie watches your eyes look at him pleadingly as he watches your spine draw tight and your back bow off of his bed. Trying to tug him off of you he groans. Eddie latches on while continuing to work his fingers deeper and deeper. Abusing your soft spot. As you go limp he watches your jaw drop in a silent moan, face scrunched and in pain.

“Fucking take it. I know you have one more, bitch. You asked for this, so take what I give you.” he grunts between your legs.

Your legs tingle with pins and needles as they rest on his shoulders. It feels like the snake has finally bit you, his venom leaving you lifeless. Your eyes roll in the back of your head as your body tries one more time to escape his python-like grip. He only tightens. You things carelessly push against his big, broad shoulders, and your feet thrash against his back. Eddie’s surprised by the fight you're putting up, so he slips his fingers out of you and brings his forearm around your waist. Pushing you further into his mattress. Shoving his tongue into your hole, you gasp. Eddie watches your breasts heaving and bouncing with your efforts. Your nipples perked up high for him to see, your clit pulsing against his tongue as he french kisses your cunt messily. You slowly begin to give up as another orgasm hits you like a wave. You ragdoll against him. He finally slows to let you catch a small breath. He pulls away slowly, spit dripping from his mouth and pooling onto your pussy.

“You should know not to fight me tonight, I deserve this.” Eddie growls.

Your legs slowly fall to sit around his hips as you can hardly move. Eddie raises off of you to take off his shirt. He wipes his cum soaked fingers on his tee before he’s throwing it somewhere in the corner of his room. He laughs as your barely open eyes stare at him. The soft tuft of hair leading into his jeans is all you can focus on before the clicking of his handcuff belt buckle coming undone catches your attention. He pulls his belt off and grabs your hands that are laid at your sides. He quickly restricts you with it while you’re stuck in a daze. You can hardly comprehend what he’s doing before your hands are tied and he’s standing up off of the bed, removing his jeans and boxers in one go. 

"Such a dirty little slut aren't you?" Eddie asked, crawling back up your body, the cock of his head resting on your tummy when your legs wrap around his hips. You’re drooling. "Shit- you’re so pretty when you’re all messy for me..." he whispered into your neck.

He messily bit your neck, marking you up with more of his love and venom. He rocks his hips softly while he listens to you let out little moans. His shaft was rutting between your folds and covering him in your slick while he prepared himself to enter you. Your body twitched as he moved forward, brushing your clit every so often. He lifted your legs so your ankles were dangling over his head, your hands still restrained from touching him.

“Can’t believe you tried making me fucking jealous, and using my best friend? You’re such a fucking bitch.”  He groaned before sinking his teeth into you again. “You’re gonna make up for it, though, aren’t you?” Eddiee purred, his tip began pressing into you and you nodded lazily with a cry, your hips twitching forward and your body well overstimulated.

“Y-yes.” you whispered.

“That’s right, baby.” Eddie answered you before kissing you roughly.

Your lips parted. He felt your body quiver under him as he pushed just his tip into you. His tongue easily dominated yours in your state of mind. Your body was bent in half as he kissed you. Eddie noticed your legs slightly tremble against his frame and felt your lower lip quivering when he kissed or sucked on it. Then he was pushed all the way into you. His hips were flush with your ass and his arms were wrapped around your thighs as he pushed your legs tight. You let out a choked whimper at his sudden intrusion and he groaned.

“Fuck you’re always so tight…” Eddie sighed.

He was sliding back slowly before sinking back in. His tip was against your cervix. Eddie was big, and he usually gave you a second to relax before he started drilling himself into you. This time he started pulling in and out of you as fast as he could, your muscles already relaxed from previously. 

“You want me to split your little cunt open, baby? Gonna fucking use you all night. I want you stretched open and molded to me.. Fuck….. A whore like you wont ever be able to be fucked by anyone else.”

You nodded mindlessly, “I’m so- sorry, sir. I- I’m soor- sorry. I should’ve never hu-hurt you.” you cried, before trying to move your hands to reach out to him. 

He quickly moved his hand away from where he held you to push your hands back down against his pillows. Your left leg fell from his shoulder and back onto his hip, your right leg remained on his shoulder. The new position granted him to push deeper inside you. Eddie listened to you gasp. Your pussy fluttered around his length all while he mocked you.

“You fucking greedy, bitch. You really need more of me, do you?” He barked.

His free hand pinched your sore nipples and then he ran his hand down your body. He slapped your pussy brutally while increasing his pace. You cried out as your core tightened, and Eddie felt your cunt grip him. His relentless pace hurt in the best way possible, his balls covered in your slick and clapping against your ass. 

“Are you gonna fucking cum already? You’re so fucking easy, your fucking cunt is so greedy.” 

“m’can’t help it.. you’re.. s-so big… stretch me so g-good, sir.” you whine, the stretch was so relieving after you hadn’t been fucked in a week.

“I .. i’m gon.. cum-m aga- pleaseplease..” you’re babbling under him, your mind fuzzy and fucked out. Eddie leans down to bite your neck, his tummy against yours while one leg remained over his head made your legs tremble. When he pulled away Eddie’s pupils were all blown out and dark. 

“Fucking greedy brat… cum for me then.” 

You threw your head back as Eddie raised up again. He laid one of his palms against your open mouth to silent your moans, he was pinching your nose so you couldn’t breathe. He gripped your hips to help your body meet his thrust as you gushed around him. Your chest heaved and your stomach muscles were sucked in as all the air in your lungs rushed out of you. He watched himself pump in and out of you like a jackhammer before he realized the little bump on your tummy, bludging out at him. He moved his grip off of your mouth and you gasped. He laid his hand flat on your stomach and pushed down. 

“Feel that baby? Oh fuck… i’m so fucking deep.” 

He continued fucking you until you finally came down from your third high. The absence of oxygen making you even more delirious. Your boyfriend was working you open than he ever had. In your mindless state you slowly forgot why he was so mad at you, curious as to why you deserved him using you this harshly, you began crying out for him to stop or slow down. Weakly pushing your restricted hands against his chest. He listened to you beg him for a break. Eddie laughed over you before he slowed his movements, but his thrust was just as hard. He mimicked the pathetic sounds you made while his thick cock continued his punishment. 

“Please Eddie! oh please! I can’t take it!” he laughed. “Yeah? Well you should’ve thought before you told me you wanted to cum earlier, fucking slut. You can take me.” he groaned as your pussy tightened around his cock.

“So. Fucking. Take. Me.” he spoke between his brutal slow thrust.

You both were so fucked out as he kept stretching you out. You knew you were going to be sore all day tomorrow, you’d be lucky if the burning pain he was causing would last less than three days. You started whispering his name under your breath. Your throat was hoarse from your moans and cries. The brief pangs of pain deep in your cunt would make you scream out every so often as your clit throbbed. He was all you could focus on, his chest was covered in sweat and his bangs were stuck to his forehead. 

“Steve will never fuck you like I do, sweetheart. He will never.” Eddie cried out.

Oh. Steve was the reason you deserved this. The existence of Steve had left your thoughts long ago as Eddie fucked your brains out. Tears brimmed at the corners of your eyes as he growled at you. You never meant to hurt Eddie’s feelings to a point where he felt he needed to take it out on you like this. This fight wasn’t going to be resolved with him fucking you and then moving on. You began softly crying as the tuft of his hair around his cock brushed against your clit with each slow drag. 

“God. Are you crying for me?” he asked.

You couldn’t think to say anything but continue pleading for him to stop, “Eddie. st-stop.. you’re hurtin’ me.” you cried, your tears burned your cheeks, “you’re bei- being mean. please-” you hiccupped. “We can t-talk.. about this..” you begged.

He smirked, the pain he was feeling danced over his features. Eddie didn’t care that you wanted to talk about it now, all he wanted to do was wallow in pity. He fucked into you faster while he proved to himself that you needed him as much as he needed you. Your face morphed into a painful expression as more tears fell. You looked up at him with glossy eyes, pink cheeks and pouty lips. That’s what broke his heart, this wasn’t the way to go about this, but it was all he had and his release was selfishly coming closer than he would like to admit. Maybe it was you crying that did it for him. 

“Keep fucking crying like that and i’m going to cum.” Your cunt involuntary clenched around him. “Oh you like that?” Eddie raised his open palm open and slapped you on the cheek, “cry for me then, slut.. I wanna hear you cry cause my cock just feels s’good.. doesn’t it?” 

You whined but nodded. He hummed down at you to show you gratitude. He reached his hand down to lay against your neck, he felt your pulse hammering as he tightened his hand around your throat. Your mouth opened up into a small ‘O’ shape as you whined and moaned. If you couldn’t convince him to stop, then he was right, you needed to shut up and take him. No matter how much it hurt for your cunt to tighten around him and your heart to almost shatter. 

“This pretty pussy feels so fucking good…” he moaned, “c’mere.”

He raised your hands up and unrestricted them from his belt. There were bruises where he had carelessly tightened his belt too harshly. He felt a twang of regret in his chest for how rough he was being with you. His lust pushed that feeling deep down though when he heard you wine in pain, brushing his fingers over the red marks. Then he flipped you over onto your stomach and his hand pushed your cheek into the mattress as he brutally pushed into you again.

“God, I love hearing you whining on my cock.”

At this new angle he was slamming into that gushy part of you with ease. Your ass bounced with his thrust. It was a view Eddie loved. He threw his head back as he felt you rushing to your fourth orgasm. Numbness littered your body as you felt yourself grow dizzy and breathless. Every single inch of his cock was buried deep into your cunt. Disappearing into you, his eyes watched, when he pulled out your pussy gripped him. Sucking him back in. That was the only answer he needed to subside his worries that you didn’t want this. You wanted this. He had to keep reminding himself why you deserved this treatment. Eddie noticed how your tongue lazily slipped out of your mouth. He watched you drool all over his pillows with each moan. 

“I needed this. I needed to fucking show you.. y–you can’t just get away with hurting me, baby” he sighed. “..and a..af-fter all i’ve done for you? shouldn’t ‘ave s..saved you and Steve from that fucking prick in the ally.” he moaned.

The stroke of his cock against your ridged walls and mean words made you twitch. He picked up his pace. You were steadily approaching another orgasm again. He noticed too, because his free hand reached between your hot bodies to rub your clit. Your eyelids fluttered, a sob and then a scream was being muffled by the comforter you were biting down on. The sensation was to much.

“Edddie!! Fuck! m’sorry.. im so sorry” you cried.

“oh you’re sorry? Now you’re really sorry aren’t you?” Eddie growled.

“red.. r–red.” you cried. 

Eddie’s heart began to hurt as he watched you struggle under him, your weak hands pushed against his leg, but he couldn’t stop now. He was fucking gone. Dangerously gone. Eddie’s hand slapped your ass a couple of times before he lifted his leg to drive into you harder. The sound of skin smacking, drowned out all of your negative thoughts. He was pushing your limits but it felt so delicious. Eddie’s soft panting and grunting told you he was close. It was the only thing you could focus on as you both neared your orgasm. The wet and sloppy sound of his cock plunging in and out of your pussy as you gushed around him was so vulgar. You moaned out his name, your whimpering cries made yourself sound muffled as you cried into the bedspread. You felt your walls flutter around him for what you hoped would be the last time. Eddie groaned as you began clamping down on his shaft like a vice. Not stopping once to give you a break because you felt just too good for him to stop. Then your pussy was throbbing open for him before gripping him again in a mind-swirling rhythm. 

“That’s right, cum all over my cock… filthy bitch” He grunted, he watched your eyes roll back.. “im gonna cum inside you, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

His demeanor changed when you didn’t answer him, but pleasure was the only thing you could feel. Fear riddled his system, he felt your body aching for him as he picked up the pace again, his fingers tangled in your hair with a painful grip, trying to your attention. You couldn’t see him, but his eyes were slowly filling with tears. He was pushing you too far, he thought. This was too far. The closeness of his orgasm made him feel awful, something about you being unable to fight back felt amazing. He was so close, and a brief thought of you not remembering why you both were fighting nearly sent him over the edge. This was bad. So fucking bad. This was the only thing he could do to make you understand though, wasn’t it? Fill you up and leave you to think about how you hurt him.. but he had hurt you too, and now he was hurting you more.

“Shit-“ He pants out. “I'm gonna fill you up, baby.”

“Please-“ you beg him.

“fucck, baby, I’m sorry too.. s-sweetheart im so fucking sorry.” he breathes out, leaning down to trap your body between him and his bed, guilt riddled his chest, and his hand moved your hair away from your face so he could see you crying. “you’re s’perfect, I.. I should’ve shown you how much .. i loved you when I had the c–chance.”

You sob, taking his next few sharp thrusts until the familiar warm feeling of him filling you up is felt from within you. Eddie groans against your back, giving a few more shallow thrust to you after cumming inside. You closed your eyes as you rode out your last orgasm around his cock. You felt traces of his load drip out of you and onto his shaft. Neither of you moved. When you squirmed a little he shifted so he was pushed up slightly deeper into you. The sudden movement pulled a gasp from deep in your throat. The sound scared Eddie as he slowly came down from his own high. You were just so sensitive, and missed the feeling of being so full. You were grateful that he stopped his torturous punishment though, but to Eddie the sound made him think he had hurt you even more than he already had. Quickly he was pulling out of you and flipping you onto your back. 

“Fuck.” he whispered.

When Eddie looked down at you your eyes were red from the tears, your neck was bruised from his bites and rough kisses. Lips and cheeks were swollen. It was such a pretty sight, but he couldn’t believe he caused this. His hands hovered over the bruises he had left all over your chest. You watched his hands tremble before you looked at him. If he wasn’t so focused on the damage, he caused he would have caught a glance at your small smile. When your eyes connected, you saw your boyfriend begin to cry. He grabbed your limp body and latched onto you.

“I.. I lost myself..” he cried into your neck, “please where is your head at?” he looked into your eyes. “Hey.. you hear me? …baby?” 

He listened to you hum in content, but it wasn’t enough to snap him out of his negative headspace. Unable to regain full consciousness of what was happening you just reached your hand out to brush his cheek softly. He began kissing your open palm to bring you back down to earth, and to give him peace of mind that you wouldn’t flinch away from him. You watched his tears dripping from his eyes and down his face. You tried brushing them away but couldn’t with the pace they were falling.

“Please. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” he whined. “Where does it hurt, sweetheart?”

Your hand moved from his cheek to brush over his jawline. Your pupils were dilated to an extreme degree. A mix of the darkness of the room and the love you felt for him. His seemed to be the opposite. Pupils moving quickly over the features of your face to check if there was any sign of hatred he could see. He began to cry harder, he was a silent crier but you could tell he couldn’t breathe. He was frozen. Completely unable to determine where your head was made him lose himself in the poison he had forced you to take, and he didn’t have an antidote. Eddie had never felt this feeling before after you had indulged in each other. He was punching himself internally as he just stared at you, still looking to you for any answers. His ears began ringing and his mind was foggy. Anxiety made the air around him feel hard to breathe. His chest started heaving in panic. He didn’t notice that you had spoken to him. 

“Everywhere hurts.” your voice was hoarse as you joked. You can tell he didn’t hear you. “..baby? ..hey, come back to earth Eddie.” you whine.

Eddie must’ve not thought your joke was very funny because after you said it his eyes snapped to you, almost begging you to give him directions. He had never fallen so harshly from his high that he was dropped into this space. It felt completely unnatural. Luckily for him you knew how to handle him when he started beating himself up. Though you felt a little blind because you had never handled it like this, but you hoped you could give him any kind of relief. 

“..hold me, just hold me, yeah? let’s start there..” you whispered.

No. Eddie couldn’t move. He didn’t deserve someone like you after he had broken your boundaries, maybe Steve would’ve been a better fit for you after all. The negative thoughts kept twisting his reality. You decided to take matters into your own hands. You had never gone through something like this, it was like Eddie was submitting to you, and that had never been a dynamic in your relationship. It was all so new, but you tried taking control for him now. Even with your body beaten and bruised you moved so Eddie was laying on his side now. 

you spoke with a more demanding tone, “baby. I’m okay… you’re okay.” Eddie took a deep breath before finally speaking, “b–but I hu…” he couldn’t say it. “You didn’t hurt me any more than I wanted.” you answered.

You offered a small smile to Eddie and then kissed him. He was timid to open up to you as you tried to take the power from him. He pulled away. Then you were listening to him sigh a deep breath before crashing back into you and letting you trace your tongue on his lips. When his lips parted you breathlessly moaned, you gave him what he needed as he tasted the reassurance on your tongue. Suddenly he understood why you had so desperately needed reassurance when you had the stupid dream that had caused all of this. You heard him whine when he pulled away, like he didn’t want to but he forced himself too. He jumped when he felt your fingers start to trace loving, small circles on his skin. 

“I’m really sorry. I caused this.. I just could’ve been better f’you. It won’t ever happen again. Next time I promise, I’ll give you as much reassurance as you need, sweetheart.” You kissed him softly, “and I wont ever hurt your feelings like that again, Ed’s.” you told him without mentioning Steve, worried that it would force him into that headspace you were slowly getting him out of.

He hummed appraisingly at you. You both sleepily kissed each other till Eddie finally stirred. He looked at you with the most darling and sparkly eyes. He brushed his thumbs under your eyes to check that the tears he had caused were now fully dry. You watched a little smile settle on his pink swollen lips. You smiled back at him. Your Eddie was almost back to being himself again. He just needed one more push from you. Wondering if one more push and praise was all he needed you spoke with uneasy confidence,

“pretty boy,” you started, he loved that nickname, “can you go get me a big ole glass of water and a towel?” Eddie nodded quickly, “yes, ‘course.. anything for you.” he spoke with a small shake in his breath. 

Then Eddie was slowly getting out of bed. You watched him grab a pair of his boxers and pull them around his waist. He turned to see your eyes on him and he nodded his head at you to signal he was okay. He disappeared into the hall and you listened to the tap run in the kitchen. He was at your side again with a glass of water, he sat it on the bedside table before he was walking into the bathroom to grab a small wet washcloth. The bathroom light illuminated his room and your skin in a soft glow. You saw the ‘M’ he had made on your chest for the first time. The bed sank under his weight as he sat at the foot of it. He grabbed a shirt from the floor and looked at you. 

“Can you sit up for me?” he asked nervously.

“Mhm.” you purred.

You reached your arms into the air. Eddie pulled his shirt over your head and down your shoulders. Shielding the damage he had done to you away from his eyes, but when your hands landed back at your sides he remembered the red marks he had left in your wrist. He brushed them softly. They were already turning a bruising shade of blue. He tried not to linger on it as your fingers distracted him and intertwined with his. Then he backed up and moved between your legs, he watched you with his red eyes. You stared back confused to what he was doing, but then quickly realized he was waiting for you to give him the okay that he could clean you up. 

“..m’just sensitive… careful please.” 

With those affirming words your boyfriend leaned down and kissed your upper thigh before he pulled the wet rag through your folds. The soft glow from the bathroom granted him enough light to see what he was doing carefully. He listened to you wince and his unsure eyes snapped to yours. You smiled at him to show him he could continue. After that you had very little problems, he tried to be as gentle as he could, while you tried to fight back your whines. When he was finished he got up to grab a pair of his sweatpants you liked wearing. He grabbed your ankles so delicately as he pushed your feet into each hole and dressed you in his clothes. Next he was picking you up off of the bed, one arm under both of your knees and the other behind your shoulders. He moved the covers down off his mattress. When his comforter was completely untucked and thrown into a pile on his bed he turned around with you in his arms, he sat down so you were safely in his lap. 

“You take such good care of me Ed’s… really.” you couldn’t help but purr. Eddie stayed quiet as he grabbed the water and slowly tipped the glass to your lips, “I sure hope so..” he whispered as you took small gulps. When he pulled the half empty glass away from you, you giggled, “..mhm you take better care of me than anyone else… promise.”

He laughed as you smiled at him, with you in his arms praising him he felt like he was on top of the world. He understood you only had eyes for him, he just hoped that you felt the same way. He watched you brush some of his hair out of his face, his curls were wild and tangled from the past few hours. 

“Was the big ‘M’ necessary though?” you giggled, Eddie threw his head back in a soft laugh, “...mhm very necessary, baby...” he paused, “but it didn’t hurt too bad, did it?” 

You shook your head no, then Eddie slowly reached towards the nightstand to place the glass back down. You reached your arms around his neck as he straightened out your body weight against him so he could lay you down. His back hit the bed and you laid your head onto his chest. Your leg hiked up over his waist. He reached towards the foot of the bed to grab his blanket and throw it over the both of you. You felt safe when he reached down and brushed his big hand softly onto the meat of your thigh that decorated his waist and caged him under you. He wished he could stay under you like this forever. He hoped you still loved him as much as he loved you. 

You adjusted to bury your chin into the nape of his neck. Before you slowly fell asleep you whispered, “I love you.” The uncertainty left him as your words filled his heart, “I love you too, sweetheart.” 

•ʚ♡ɞ•

A cold chill woke you up from your deep slumber. Eddie sometimes liked to open the window when he woke up to let some fresh air into his room. You turned over to see one of his curtains gently moving from the outside air. The covers you were onced buried in were draped over your body loosely, you looked over your shoulder to see where your boyfriend had gone. On the bedside table was the clock it was barely eight in the morning. next to the clock there was a note, you reached out to grab it, the soft paper made a crumpling noise as you opened it. 

goodmorning, sweetheart. went to apologize to steve before i leave hawkins for tour, i was a little harsh letting him get his ass kicked like that, don’t yah think..? i’ve got breakfast on the stove & i'm bring home one of those really sweet coffee drinks from your favorite shop. i packed your bags and we'll leave for my next show tonight when i get back home. you're my muse, i love you. –ED

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