#them it hit me. chrissys fucking dead

[biillys]

the thought of a stranger things season five is insane btw. like. how is that shit still going

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie Munson x cheerleader! Reader, they go to a party, and they're wearing couple costumes (maybe they're vampires or smth like that) but Jason starts to make fun of Eddie and Reader gets angry and punches Jason in the face, and Eddie thinks that hot, and they end up going to Eddie's to have sex

I hope this is what you wanted! And you enjoy it. Thank you so much for requesting<3

Happy October!

Dress up

Halloween landed on a Saturday night, and Chrissy was immediately ready to plan a party. The cheerleading squad got with her to help her plan it all.

Y/N was very good friends with Chrissy, and already planned to attend the party. The hard part was going to try to convince her boyfriend to go.

~~~

"Nope!" Eddie said, shaking his head. His curls bounced as his head shook back and forth. His legs stretched out on the coffee table as he sat on her couch. She sat next to him, holding his hand as she begged him over and over.

"Baby, why would I want to dress up in a ridiculous costume, and hang out with a bunch of assholes? We could have sex, then watch scary movies all night." Eddie argued, his head leaning back and turning to look at her. She rested her head on his shoulder, a pout on her lips.

"How about this? We go to at least say hi, and have a free drink or two. Steal the beer, go home have sex, and then movies!" She offered. She watched Eddie's face, trying to detect his answer.

He still didn't look convinced, before he could speak she spoke first.

"I'll let you pick my costume."

A huge smirk came across his face and she knew she was in for it

~~~

Eddie had his hand on her ass as they walked in, the tiny nurse costume clung to her body and showed off every part of her. She had fake blood dripped down her thighs, her hair was messy, and her dress was ripped. Eddie stood beside her with a smirk, dressed in a surgeon costume, but with makeup to make him look like a zombie. His bloody handprints were all over her skin, her legs, ass, and chest covered in his prints.

"What do we have here?" Chrissy asked, smiling as she took in their costume.

"I'm a nurse, and he is a zombie surgeon. "Y/N sighed, Eddie jumped on his feet, rubbing his hands together.

"And?" Eddie edged on, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

"And he's dead and ate me....literally", so I'm now a dead nurse." She explained, Chrissy laughed when Y/N yanked up her dress, a fake bite mark on her inner thigh. Eddie was proud of his idea and enjoyed the annoyance on his girlfriend's face.

"Clever, Munson," Chrissy smirked, nodding her head as she left to attend other guests.

"Go get your beers, baby," Y/N said, kissing Eddie on his lips. Eddie kissed her back then headed to the kitchen. He grabbed as many cans of beer as he could, stuffing the cans in his pockets.

"Robbing my girlfriend?" Jason snarked out, crossing his arms as he stood behind Eddie.

"Fuck off." Eddie groaned, he cracked a can open, and took a swig of the drink. Eddie turned around and went to walk past Eddie but Jason wouldn't let him.

"Who even invited you here? No one wants the freak here around, who knows what devilish things you have planned tonight." Jason growled, but Eddie just tried to shrug it off. "And dressing up as a doctor? like you'd ever be smart enough for that. Probably a sicko that would steal people's insides and chop them up."

"Leave him alone, asshole" Y/N barked, moving to stand in front of Eddie.

"And his slutty nurse, such a shame you got caught up with him. You could have had a real future for yourself." Jason said, but Y/N knew he was making things up. She loved her life with Eddie and she was excited for their futures.

"Better be careful with him. It's Halloween night, I'm sure his psycho self has a ritual plan and you'll be his sacrifice. He'll tie you down and gut you open like a pig." Jason's smirk didn't last long. It was smacked right off of his face.

Y/N landed a huge right hand smack to his cheek, Jason's head snapping to the side. Eddie felt his jaw hit the floor.

Not only did his girlfriend stand up for him. His girlfriend slapped the shit out of Jason while wearing the sluttiest outfit at the whole party. The momentum of the slap caused her dress to lift, the silk of her red underwear showing. Eddie moved forward to tug it down. His mind focused on her and her body, not hearing the curse words leaving her mouth as she screamed in Jason's face.

"Baby, let's go!" She snapped, grabbing his hand and walking out of the party. Eddie felt like he was in a daze. Mindedly following her as his eyes stayed on her ass. Her heels clicked against the driveway as she marched to the van.

Before she could open the door, Eddie had her slammed against it.

She gasped at the action but melted into him. His right hand was against the van above her head and his left hand was on her hip. His eyes ate her alive as he skimmed up her outfit.

"You are so fucking sexy." He growled, his mouth immediately on hers in a heated kiss.

She clawed him desperately, her hands snaking in his hair. His body pressed against hers and his erection was pressed against her thigh. His hands moved to her thighs, rubbing the skin softly.

"Shall we go home?" She smirked, her hand cupping his cock.

"Mhhm yes."

Maybe the party was a good idea....

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[lokis-army-77]

Eddie and best friend!Reader where she admits to having a crush on him and he tries to gently let her down, but says she's not his type and that he normally goes for "girls like Chrissy Cunningham."

Happy(?) writing! xo @munson-blurbs

Love Unwanted

Best friend!Eddie x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

You are excited about your date with your long-time crush Eddie, until it isn't exciting anymore.

Warning: THIS IS HURT NO COMFORT. EDDIE AND READER ARE NOT NICE! Rejection, crying, and feelings. Also, Eddie's mom isn't dead in this, you'll see why.

I'm so so so sorry.

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Nervousness hummed deep within your bones as you met your best friend's gaze as you approached him sitting on the couch on the front porch of his trailer. 

"Hi, Eds." You smiled, bounding up the stairs and sitting next to him. 

His hand clasps over your thigh, thumb rubbing the skin there, bringing you comfort. 

"Hi, babe," he replied, cigarette hanging from his lips. "What brings you here?"

"What?" You laugh. "I need a reason to come hang out with my favorite person ever?"

He chuckles, "No, I guess not." He hands you the cigarette, and you take it silently, hoping it will calm your racing heart enough to tell him what you had rehearsed all morning in front of your mirror and on the drive over.

Two inhales and exhales later, you think you've calmed down enough. So, you stub out the butt in the ashtray sitting between the two of you and turn to face Eddie head-on. 

"I need to tell you something." You say, surprising yourself with how confident you sound.

Eddie takes his hand from your leg and looks at you. "Shoot."

"So, this probably doesn't come as a surprise to you, but," you pause, struggling to get the words out smoothly, "I like you."

He smiles. "Well yeah, we're friends, you’re obligated to like me, I like you too."

You waive your hand in front of you, "No, no, no. I like you more than a friend. You know... like romanticly."

Eddie's face changed from fondness to confusion to pity all in the span of a second.

"Oh, Sweetheart," his voice sounded full of sympathy. You look at your best friend, still, with hopeful eyes. "I don't- I'm sorry but you aren't really my type."

His words hit you like a brick wall, smashing into you at breakneck speed, disorienting. Your hopeful expression falls, "What?"

Eddie chuckles awkwardly and looks anywhere but your eyes. "I'm so sorry, but I've only ever seen you as a friend and that's never gonna change."

You can feel the tears of rejection stinging in your eyes and it takes everything in you to keep them at bay, to keep him from seeing. Confusion is also seated deep in your heart. All the signs of him reciprocating your feelings were there and had been for a while, you didn't understand.

"Eddie... what do you mean? Wh-what about all the pet names? The c-cuddling? Letting m-me borrow your clothes?" You stumble over your words. "You-you let me sit on your lap at Hellfire, you kiss my cheeks and my hand all the time... What was all that if you don't feel the same?"

He's started picking at the hole in the knee of his jeans. "Isn't that what best friends do, sweetheart?"

You never thought it would happen, never thought the sound of that pet name would ever be anything more than sweet, but now, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard and felt like acid on your skin.

"No! That's not what fucking friends do, Eddie! I-I-I thought you liked me, I thought you wanted to be with me." You raise your voice.

Eddie says your actual name this time and you think that hurts more than the pet name. "You know I'm more into the Chrissy Cunningham type.. cheerleader, pep in her step, those short skirts and pastels. You are so far from that, I could never see myself with you." There was a sadness to his words but you didn't hear it. You didn't hear how he was trying to say it gently, all you could focus on was the dismissal of the love you were giving him that he didn't want. To you, that gentleness could have easily been disgust, and that's what you heard.

The confusion and rejection have started to heat inside of you, cooking, turning into a simmering rage on the precipice of turning into an uncontrollable boil. 

You stand to your feet and before you know what you're doing, your hand has flown out and slapped the boy. who has broken your heart, so hard across the face that if this were a cartoon his head would have spun around on his neck for a few seconds. 

"Fuck you," you spit at him. "You lead me on and for that, I hope you rot in hell." 

You want him to hurt. You want him to feel how you feel. So, you, in your unthinking rage, hit him where you know it will hurt. 

"You know what Eddie? Maybe this whole town is right about you... maybe you are a fucking freak. And maybe you're so fucking unlovable that your own mother didn't want you, that's why she left your sorry ass on Wayne's front steps, so you could be somebody else's problem. Have a nice life asshole."

You turn on your heel and stalk toward your car. 

The tears start to flow only when you've driven out of Forest Hills trailer park. They become so bad, that you have to pull over, your vision obstructed by big blubbery tears. 

You've never had a heart attack but you think this is the closest thing to it. The metaphorical shattering of the organ felt real, the pain overtaking you, pulling sob after sob past your lips. 

You had just lost your best friend and the love of your life in one fell swoop. Maybe it could have been fixable had he not been so obviously repulsed by you and had you not wanted to cut him deep and leave him bleeding out like you were now. 

There was a sinking feeling in your gut, his words replaying over and over in your head. "I could never see myself with you..." 

With each repeat of those fatal words, your heart seized and your breath caught in your lungs. It felt like you were dying, but honestly dying probably felt better than whatever torture this was. 

Hours passed with you crying your heart out on the side of the road. The sun had set and you were still there. The tears had finally stopped, giving way to the unimaginative emptiness that had begun to settle in you, perpetuated by the all-encompassing silence. No birds twitted after the sun went down and even then the crickets didn't chirp once night had fully fallen. The only sounds you could hear as you lay back in your car seat were the glass shards of your heart shattering into millions of tiny pieces as they fell to the floor beneath.

There was no way it could be fixed. Forget picking up the fractures and tapping them back together. That was impossible now. And even if it were, it would take thousands of years to get those shards back into the correct place.

You had resigned to thinking that you deserved this, that either because of your retaliation against Eddie's rejection or something else you had done in your life, you deserved an unfixable heartbreak. 

Maybe your words to Eddie had been dramatic, fueled by hurt and pain and the truth that actually, you were the unloved one. You were the one pawned off onto others because no one had the capability or the capacity to love someone like you.

[hbyrde36]

Times Like These

(The Anniversary Edition)

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When Eddie finds himself back in his living room, staring down a very alive Chrissy Cunningham, after just having bled to death himself in the middle of a nightmare world, he was rightfully very, very fucking confused.

-Or-

What happens when the new guy, who only just got inducted into the fucked up world of monsters and mayhem, gets stuck in a time loop and finds himself responsible for saving everyone?

Chapter 1: The Hell Loop

WC: 2,902 | AO3 link

Eddie could hardly breathe past the blood that was flooding into his mouth, threatening to choke him before he even had the opportunity to bleed out. He tried to keep it together for Dustin’s sake. The last thing he wanted was for the kid to get hurt or have to see something like this, hence the cutting of the rope, but traumatized was a hell of a lot better than dead, so he couldn’t regret either of the choices he’d made.

“I love you, man.” 

Eddie forced the words out, coughing and sputtering

“I love you too.” Dustin replied.

Eddie couldn’t see anymore, but the tears in the younger boy's voice were hard to miss. 

It was the last thing he heard before he died.

Dying didn’t hurt, quite the opposite actually. Eddie could pinpoint the exact moment he passed on, because it was the same moment the pain stopped. He found himself floating away into an unfamiliar blackness and couldn’t even bring himself to be scared. He was too relieved at being free of the agony and guilt.

Before he could do much more than wonder where he was floating off to, a loud almost overwhelming rushing sound hit his ears. Instinctually, he tried to cover them to drown out the noise, only to realize he didn’t exactly have a body right now. No ears to cover, no hands to do it with.

With that frightening thought his eyes shot open, -oh thank fuck he had eyes again- and his feet hit solid ground. Inexplicably, he was back in the trailer. He looked up to find that the ceiling was intact, and Chrissy Cunningham– whole, and alive, was standing just a few feet in front of him, looking nervous and jittery. 

“Are you sure you have it?”

What the actual fuck?

“Holy shit, Chrissy! You’re alive?!” Eddie gasped.

Her face twisted up in confusion, a feeling Eddie was also becoming intimately familiar with. What was this? Some life-flashing-before-your-eyes-on-the-way-to-the-grave bullshit? But he was already dead, he was sure of it, so that could only mean…

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” he blurted out. 

Why he was apologizing to some visage of the past that probably wasn't even real, he did not know, but it felt appropriate. 

She’d been through a lot. 

“You’re probably not alive, actually, if you’re here. Since I'm, y’know– dead, and all.” He continued, letting out a frankly deranged sounding laugh as he began to pace around the room.

“But why are you here?” He mused, thinking out loud.

It could actually be her, he reasoned. She was dead too, right? But that would mean they wound up in the same place and that was absolutely ridiculous. 

A sweet little thing like her? 

Guaranteed one way ticket to the good place. 

And Eddie? 

Well, he never had any doubts about where he was going to end up.

The realization hit him like a Mack truck, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Oh my god, I’m in Hell. This is Hell. I ran away. I ran– I didn’t even try to help you and then I fucking died!” Eddie let out a painful sob as he dropped to his knees on the floor, hands covering his face. Now that he was back here, having to face her again after what he’d done, It was all hitting him at once. 

His voice shook as he continued rambling. “Right in front of Dustin too… and- and now this is my Hell. I’ll probably have to watch you die, over-and-over-and-over again.”

He felt the air shift, heard the light footsteps as Chrissy took a few hesitant steps towards him. 

“Watch me die?” She said, voice cracking, sounding so, so small and scared. “Eddie, please… you’re kind of freaking me out.”

Shit, he really couldn’t stop fucking this up could he? 

Even if Hell-Chrissy wasn’t real, he still felt horrible for scaring her. None of this was her fault. He rubbed at his face hard and took a deep calming breath before looking up at her again. 

She wasn’t looking at him anymore though. She was rigid, staring straight ahead at something he couldn’t see, only the whites of her eyes visible as they rolled to the back of her head. 

He jumped to his feet, every instinct in his body screaming at him to run, again, but fuck that. He was already dead, probably, and none of this was real– he was almost sure none of this was real, but maybe he could still try to help her. 

Music had snapped Red out of it, maybe it would work for Chrissy too. 

Eddie raced to his bedroom, snatching his Walkman off the bed before sprinting back to the living room. He knew it was pretty fucking unlikely that the head cheerleader of Hawkins High was a secret Metallica fan, but it was the best he could do under the circumstances.

He gently placed the headphones over her ears and pressed play, the volume loud enough that he could just make out the sound of the opening riff to Master of Puppets.

-

It didn’t work. 

He hadn’t really thought it would.

He forced himself to watch as her body began to float.

Listened to the sickening snap as each of her arms and legs were twisted, and broken.

Stood frozen, a silent witness, unmoving until her body dropped to the floor like a ragdoll.

He didn't even scream.

He’d tried, and he hadn’t let her die alone. It was all he could do.

Hell or not, Eddie wasn’t keen on hanging out with a dead body if he could help it. So finally, he let himself go, grabbing his keys off the counter, and rushed out to the van.

–

Eddie drove slowly, aimlessly around town, at a bit of a loss for what to do next. It was a far cry from the way he’d peeled out of the trailer park and sped down the road on the night of Chrissy’s actual death, heart racing like a trapped rat desperately seeking shelter from a predator he couldn't even see. This time around he just felt numb.

Not knowing what else to do, he decided to follow his previous course of action. If he was right in assuming that he was being made to relive his greatest hits from the last 7 days, at least this way he knew he’d get to see Dustin’s face again. He drove towards Lover’s Lake, already dreading spending another night at Rick’s.

–

The morning after a sleepless night found him back in a boat, hiding under a tarp, and clutching tightly to the neck of a broken beer bottle. The numbness had faded hours ago, leaving the door open for anxiety and terror to return in full force. In short, Eddie was freaking out. 

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he’d left Chrissy's body to grow cold on the living room floor, but the second he heard the voices outside the boathouse he went into panic mode, just as he had the first time, unsure of what or who might be coming for him. 

Would it be more visions from the past? Or had the devil finally sent his minions to collect.

A few confusing moments, and a jab to the ribs with a fucking wooden oar later, Eddie was, for the second time in his life, throwing Steve Harrington violently against a wall and shoving a jagged edge of glass close enough to his throat that one deep breath would draw blood.

He stared into the other boy's eyes from inches away, and he wanted to drop the bottle. He remembered every single thing Steve and the others had done for him as he faced down the worst week of his life, but this could very well be Hell. 

And that might not be the Steve he’d come to trust.

The one he’d come to know wasn’t the same stuck up asshole he remembered from high school, who had proven time and time again that he was a good guy.

And he couldn’t afford to be wrong.

“Eddie! Stop!” The thing that looked like Dustin shouted. “Eddie, it’s me, it's Dustin. This is Steve, he’s not gonna hurt you. Right, Steve?”

Eddie, wanting to believe it so badly, actually did lower the bottle a little, only to accidentally drop it to the ground, his only weapon shattering at his feet. 

He fisted a hand into the front of Steve’s shirt. 

“What are you doing here man, what do you want from me?” 

Steve dropped the oar, all the breath whooshing out of him at once. “Dustin and Max wanted to find you. I’m just here to keep the little shits safe, I swear.”

Eddie caught movement out of the corner of his eye as Robin and Max began to approach from the side cautiously. Right, they had been there too, he'd almost forgotten. 

“We just want to know what happened, Eddie. We wanna help,” Max said.

It was the earnestness in her voice that got him, that made him finally break and move away from Steve, allowing Robin to rush to his side. 

“You won’t believe me,” Eddie said, barely recognizing the sound of his own voice with the way it trembled. 

He was sure they wouldn't believe it. If it even mattered, if they were even really here, if any of this was even real. 

He was still pretty convinced this was all just some form of divine punishment, and only happening in his own head, after all. 

It wasn’t about what happened to Chrissy. He knew they would believe that, they had once already, but whatever else was going on here? This deja vu flashback thing or whatever it was? They had no reason to trust he was telling the truth about the fact that he was dead– or had died temporarily? Or that this had all happened to him before. 

It was, admittedly, unbelievable. 

So, he made a choice. He didn't tell them that part. He told the same story he had the first time around and they in turn told him a very short history of the Upside Down. It didn’t hit so hard this time, since he’d already heard it all once before, but it was still wild to think about everything this group had been through. He couldn’t believe it’d all been happening right under his nose.

Despite himself, he watched Steve through most of the explanations. Eddie had been so focused on his own experience at the time that he hadn’t paid much attention to him after the attempted throat slashing. He looked dejected, sad, already resigned to the fact that the monsters he’d been protecting these kids from for years now were back, again. Eddie sympathized.

-

The week flew by in a blur of blood, sweat, and tears, events unfolding in the exact same way that he remembered, and he never said a word about it to anyone. 

He kept expecting it all to end somehow. 

On the rare occasion that he fell asleep,  he thought for sure he would wake up from this nightmare either back in his bed after having the longest most fucked up dream of his life, or somewhere– else, preferably on a fluffy cloud after having served his penance for petty crimes.

Unless god actually did hate the gays… then he was fucked. 

It wasn’t until he and Dustin were alone, after fortifying the trailer and getting his guitar set up that he decided– maybe he’d been an idiot to just keep going along with the script like this. It’d been days without so much as a hint of fire and brimstone, so either he'd been sold a bill of goods his whole life about what Hell would be like, or, this was really happening. 

Again. 

At this point, neither possibility was a particularly good one. If he’d been somehow sent back in time and given a second chance, he had absolutely screwed it up. 

Fuck it, he might as well tell Dustin now at least. See what happened.

“Alright, uh, listen, I have to tell you something– and I’m not sure you’re going to believe me but I swear I’m telling you the truth.”

Dustin laughed, bright and incredulous as he checked the plugs on the amp one last time. “After everything we’ve been through the past few days, and the shit I’ve seen over the last three years, do you really think there’s anything I wouldn’t believe?”

Ok, kid had a point. 

Eddie took a deep breath and squared his shoulders.

Here goes nothing. 

“I’ve been through this before, all of it, with you guys. For a while I thought I was in Hell, y’know? Doomed to relive Chrissy’s death over and over again, and between you and me I’m still not totally sure that isn’t the case, but then you guys found me in that damn boathouse just like before, and everything else has happened exactly like I remember, and I-” 

His speech was cut short by Dustin screeching, “Are you serious right now?! You have to be fucking kidding me! I can’t believe you… you’re in a time loop and you didn’t say anything?!”

Eddie’s mouth dropped open, eyebrows raised up nearly to the bandana he had tied around his head. “Wait, you believe me?! Just like that?!”

Dustin put his hands on his hips, in a gesture that was eerily reminiscent of a certain babysitter that Eddie definitely hadn't developed the habit of staring at at every given opportunity. 

Not the time!

“I wouldn’t say, just like that.” Dustin said, snapping his fingers. “If it was anyone outside of the party I would think they were crazy, but this is you we’re talking about. And like I said, after everything? This is not that hard to swallow. I mean, why would you make something like that–”

Dustin stopped abruptly, his entire demeanor changing on a dime as if he’d just discovered something awful. Belatedly, Eddie realized his mistake.

“Eddie, why would you think you were in Hell? Did you… “ The kid trailed off, and when he spoke next his voice was thick with unshed tears. “Do we lose? Did you…die?”

Eddie sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. “Shit, I didn’t think– I guess there’s no way to tell you I might be repeating time without admitting it. Yeah, I… died. As far as Vecna, I have no idea. I was gone before Steve, Robin, and Nancy got back.”

Before he could respond, the Walkie in Dustin’s hand came to life, with Robin’s voice crackling through the small speaker. “She’s in, move on to phase 3. Over.”

“Guess that’s it. Time’s up.” Eddie muttered.

Dustin bit his lip as he looked at Eddie, eyes questioning and full of fear.

Eddie shook his head, silently answering the unasked question. He didn’t want Dustin to tell them, or try and stop this. It was too late. He refused to risk the kid, or somehow make things worse by changing the plan this late in the game. 

Dustin squeezed his eyes closed and pressed the button on the handset to reply, “Copy that, initiating phase three. Over.”

Eddie gave the kid his best reassuring smile as he pulled the guitar strap up over his head and with shaking hands began to play, knowing there was no time to waste. 

-

Bleeding out wasn’t any more fun the second time around. 

Eddie had given it his all, fighting tooth and nail against those flying leeches, but there was no use. There were hundreds of them, and only one of him. Just as he had the first time he took off on that bike to lead the bats away, he’d known the fate he was resigning himself to. The difference this time was, he actually had a sliver of hope. 

If the impossible happened once, maybe it could happen again. 

“Sorry, kid.” Eddie said, choking back blood as he watched Dustin limp towards him. “Didn’t notice the leg last time–“ He paused, panting, trying to catch his breath. Talking had already become difficult. “Shouldn’t have cut the rope, s’not like it stopped you.” 

He forced a smile, trying so hard not to let it show on his face just how much pain he was in. Not that there was much point, the kid had eyes. He could surely see the red ruin Eddie’s body had become.

Dustin sobbed openly and it broke Eddie’s heart. 

“God damnit, Eddie!” He shouted, shaking his head and pounding the ground with his fist. “Promise me if you get another shot at this that you’ll tell me. Tell me as soon as you possibly can about the time loop. Please! We have to come up with another plan.”

Eddie wanted nothing more than to be able to scoop the boy into his arms and comfort him, might have tried anyway but he couldn't move. “What if you don’t believe me?” He choked out.

“I'm adopted,” Dustin blurted out through his sniffles. “My mom only told me last year. No one else knows, not even Steve, but… I trust you, Eddie. I’d believe you without it, but if you need to, tell me that and I’ll believe you.”

Eddie nodded, or tried to, and felt Dustin’s hand slip into his. 

“I love you, man”

“I love you too”

Chapter 2

Thanks to @penny00dreadful for being the best beta, friend and cheerleader.

Shoutout also to @theheadlessphilosopher @withacapitalp and @hitlikehammers for the help and encouragement to do this.

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[solar-wing]

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*BatBro with Jason in his weekly therapy session*

Jason: I was silent, ummm...

BatBro👓: Were you silent, or were you silencedSST?

Jason: ...

Jason: The latter.

Source: Beni2.0

Dick: I'm sorry. Not everybody fits in the bad bitch JAN-RAH. IT'S A JAN-RAH. Not everybody fits on the RAS-STA.

Source: Ms.PressureCooker

White people chillen in their house:

*Silence*

Black people chillen in their house:

*Silence*

*Beep*

Duke: I don't know why, but I am offended.

*Beep*

Duke:😯

Source: shaelovve

*Damian chastises his siblings*

Damian: Stop acting like a fucking hooligan! I know your momma raised you in a barn, but around these parts, we have some decorum, okay.

Source: KHAENOTBAE

Jason: No! Hear me out!

Jason: Why would I write the two essays that I had due 38 minutes ago rather than catch up on my fanfiction?

Jason: A bitch can not be academically sound AND lonely!

Jason: I can't where–I can't wear both of those hats. I'm gonna read a fanfiction in 20,000 words or less by a 15-year-old named Sarah who likes Supernatural. I'm gonna do that.

Source: anania

*Tim hanging out with BatBro and Conner*

Tim: And I ain't never seen three pretty best friends.

Tim: It's always two of them motherfuckers gotta be gay.

BatBro:*screams*

Conner: cUt ThE cAMeRaS!

Source: reganladd

*Bruce tells Tim he needs to get more sleep*

Tim: Duh! DUUUUHHH!!! Okay, duuuuuhhh!

Tim: You. Stupid! FUCK!!!

Source: HRH Memes

Jason: Therapy isn't enough. I need to punch that bitch today. Tomorrow is never promised.

*Walks aggressively towards Bruce's office with Wii Sports fencing music playing*

Source: B. Lee

*BatBro threatening Conner forgetting the Kryptonian is bigger and stronger than him*

BatBro: How you gon snap my neck off? Bitch, you weigh 95 pounds. I'm 5'8 almost 200 pounds. You can't snap my muthafuckin neck off, bitch. You'll be dead by the time you think about snapping my neck off, bitch.

Source: KB AND KARLA

BatBro: It is OTOM🍂. *pose✨*

🐦:*squeak*

BatBro: ¡Callate!

BatBro: My husband is cutting the backyard. So I decided to bless him with my company, even though he DOES NOT deserve me.

*walks in Spanish*

BatBro: I HAVE ARRIVED! 👑

*Conner used to these antics but still looking confused*

*BatBro stands in glam while Conner continues mowing the lawn*

BatBro: Good job!

*glam*

BatBro: Yeah, that's enough.

Source: SHIADANNI

*arguing with BatBro*

Damian: Next time you fucking put your hands on me, I'ma fucking rip off your face, bitch!

Dick: What did he do?

Damian: CAUSE HE FUCKING PUSHED ME...

Source: Nikkibussy084

☀️ | Bat Family | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[babygorewhore]

Scream for me

Eddie Munson x fem OC

Summery: Eddie Munson, a music major at college is secretly in love with Sammy, or as he calls her, Cobain. But he’s never gotten the chance to ask her out especially with a masked murderer roaming the streets of Hawkins. But he’ll find that the killer is much closer than he thinks.

AU-Scream Universe 🔪

WC. 6k.

This is a shared universe with my girl, Dolly @xxhellfirebunnyxx Our love for these movies and Stranger things inspired us to create our own characters for these fics. Please keep in mind these OCs have self inserted inspired looks but they are still readable. If you’re a scream fan, we’re sure you’ll appreciate the quotes. Eddie refers to her as Cobain. But her name is Sammy.

Warnings! 18plus! Violence! Details of murders! Character is killed off. Slight mention of deadbeat dad, Eddie is a perv. Male masterbation, hints at female masterbation, knife play, oral male recieving, degrading, spit, Dom Oc, sub Eddie, unprotected PnV

“I can’t believe Chrissy is dead, man.” Jonathan sighed as he adjusted his camera bag. Eddie gave him a side glance as they walked on the sidewalk to get to their next classes.

“Yeah, me either. It’s fucking insane.” Eddie answered, resisting the urge to look at his phone again. The images and news report of her corpse was the hot topic of Hawkins and the college.

This was the third murder of this killer stalking the streets. None of them were even connected until Chrissy.

His father and Jonathan’s father were murdered a year ago. A few weeks apart. He wished he could say either of them were sad about it. But they were all killed with a large hunting knife. Each more violent than the last. His uncle Wayne told him about the murder and Eddie attended the funeral. Barely feeling anything except relief. Jonathan was the same way. But he worried about Will’s state of mind.

Eddie and Jonathan started to part ways in the entry way of the building. “I’ll see you after class, Eddie.”

He sped walked to his music class, he was still in theory. Eddie wanted to erase how he used to be in high school. So he made sure to always be early.

After hours of theory, many notes and contemplating if he was even learning anything, it ended and he was free to hang out with his small circle of friends.

Well.

To hang out with her.

It was embarrassing really. How much he liked her. Eddie tried to always wear his nicest jeans and band shirts. Even if he was teased for being a simp by the asshole Harrington. Eddie breathed in the fresh air and made his way to the spot his friends claimed earlier in the semester. He chewed his lips in anticipation as he rounded the corner.

His breath caught in his throat and he almost dropped his bag. Eddie always felt like he got hit by a bus when he saw her. She was walking to the spot. Two benches next to the courtyard. He tried to smile normally. But he probably looked he was in a toothpaste commercial.

Samantha and her best friend Willow walked together arm and arm. But everyone called her Sammy and Willow was Bunny. But Eddie had his own name for her. Something no one else had.

“Hey, Cobain. Hey bunny.” He waved and they both did too.

Cobain’s clothes were always dark. Loose, comfortable sweaters, patterned pants or dresses. She always wore converse or combat boots. Her hair was bright pink and curly. Her curves filled out her current dark green sweater that reached her thigh. Her eyes coated in thick eyeliner.

Bunny was the opposite. Smaller in height and figure. Her white hair was long and she always wore light colors. Like an angel. She had big doe eyes that Jonathan was obsessed with. Bunny was Jonathan’s girl. She just didn’t know it yet.

Eddie called Sammy cobain because the first time he saw her, she wore a Nirvana shirt and she stood up to Jason when he asked her to name more than three songs in the courtyard when she was trying to find a spot to read.

But then the dick decided to get aggressive and Eddie scared him off. He was obsessed already when Sammy gave him a dimpled smile. “Uh. Thanks, Eddie.”

“How-you already-“

“Come on. Everyone knows the most metal guy in Corraded Coffin. I’ve come to a couple sets.”

He immediately fell in love with her. Eddie slung an arm around her shoulders, slouching down.

“Well, my lady. I certainly can’t tease you about Nirvana, Ms. Cobain. Not when she’s a fan.” She told him quietly her real name.

Eddie allowed both girls to sit before he did and he slumped beside Cobain. Her lips were coated in gloss. And it was sticking out of her bag. Their knees touched and he was getting warm. He kept glancing at her chest. It was rising and falling softly. He wanted to squeeze them and fuck-

“How are you ladies? Did you guys stay awake during class?” He tried to focus on her eyes but it was really fucking hard by the way she kept adjusting her silver heart necklace.

Bunny and Cobain snorted. “I tried not to freak out when I checked my phone.” She tucked a pink strand behind her ear and Bunny held her arm tighter.

“It’s so scary. This guy is getting crazy with killing people. I-I don’t ever want to be alone.”

“You girls don’t need to worry. You’re always together and besides. You have m-“

“Hey guys,” Eddie wanted to scream at the sound of Robins voice but both Bunny and Cobain grinned and ushered the rest of the group over.

Robin, her girlfriend Marina, Steve and Jonathan settled around.

Robin started babbling, “Another murder? This dude is officially considered a serial killer. And did you notice-“

“Fuck, Robin. Can we at least sit down before you start talking about the gross details?” Steve cut her off and earned a small glare from Marina.

“Nice seeing you guys,” Eddie moved over as Robin and Marina wedged themselves on either side of Cobain and then himself.

Both girls smiled at the other girls but Bunny gave Jonathan a shy wave as he sat next to Steve on the other bench.

“Go ahead, Robin.” Cobain told her. Fuck she was always so nice.

“Thank you, Sammy. Did you notice how Chrissy is the only victim who’s not directly related to anyone in this group? Like the pattern that connected the killings is also separating them?”

“Yeah, I didn’t get that either. Is there a point in there?” Steve called out and crossed his arms. Eddie rolled his eyes. King Steve involved in a conversation that wasn’t about him must have been painful.

“I’m saying that it’s probably a distraction! I mean imagine how strong you have to be to slice and gut somebody!” Cobain and Bunny cringed. Eddie had the urge to cover her ears.

“God-how do you…gut someone?” Cobain asked and glanced at Eddie.

“You take a knife, and you slit them from groin to sternum.” Steve answered with a smirk.

“Hey, it’s called tact you fuck rag.” Eddie interrupted. Deciding to throw a dig at him, he added. “Didn’t you use to date Chrissy?”

“Yeah, for like two seconds. She wasn’t crazy like that at first.” Steve always shoved back.

“Didn’t she dump you for a chance at Jason?” Marina added while Robin held her leg.

“Oh, I didn’t hear about that.” Eddie challenged.

“She’s full of shit. I only decided to pop in because with all this bullshit there’s probably going to be a curfew. So in a couple days I’m throwing a party. Bring a lot of booze and whatever.”

“Are the police aware that you dated the victim?” Robin adjusted in her spot, throwing her arm around Marina and Bunny.

“What? Are you saying I killed her?” Steve scoffed and adjusted his stupid hair.

“It would make a lot of sense actually.”

“No, he couldn’t have. It would take a strong man to do something like that that.” Cobain’s response made everyone laugh.

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off her in that moment, her dimples and her pink hair falling around her shoulders. As the laughter died down, he noticed in her open bag that she had a variety of pens. Without thinking, he was quick to snatch one. Just one so it wouldn’t be noticed.

Eddie fucking wished he could say it was the only thing he stole from her. “Eddie, do you mind giving me a ride home? Bunny has plans with Jonathan.” Cobain turned to face him head on and Eddie couldn’t help but almost choke.

“It’s okay if you can’t-“ Cobain went to say but he shook his head.

“No! No! I’d love to! My chariot waits for you mlady. And I assure to Bunny she will arrive safely later as I assume you will be having a sleepover?”

“Thank you, Eddie. I know that you’re usually at band practice but-“

He went to tell her that he would lay in traffic for her but then she laid her head on his shoulder. Granted it was only three seconds. Eddie instinctively went to wrap his arm around her but she stood up. Giving Bunny a quick squeeze.

“I’m ready when you are, Eddie.”

Eddie tried to think of rational reasons to tell her why his seat would look slightly damp or why he would have to quickly shove a pile into a corner. Which would include…pens…a pair of underwear he stole…a bra and he was almost ashamed of it but there was also a guitar pick that she touched.

“Uh, just one second, Cobain, let me do something real quick.” Eddie ripped open the backseat of his car and swept all his stolen shit to the corner and quickly stood tall.

She was glancing at the window and he circled around the car. Opening the passenger seat. “Here you go,” Eddie knew he needed to dial it back as she ducked her pink head down and climbed into the car.

“Pull it together, Munson.” He whispered to himself before getting in on his side.

Eddie automatically went to press the power button for music before he stopped. No, he wanted to talk to her. Not listen-

“Hey, uh, Eddie, it’s okay if you wanna play music. We don’t have to talk-“

“No, no, no,no, it’s not everyday I get to take home my favorite Sammy Bear.” He winced a little. Okay, calm down. It’s not the first time he had taken her home but he rarely ever had her alone.

He started cruising down the streets of Hawkins, hyper aware of every move she made in the seat and the rumble of their casual conversation. Every move she made was fucking hot. The way her legs were slightly parted and she tapped her fingers on her thighs. Eddie wanted to just ask her out. Like a normal person. But she was out of his league. By a lot.

He was just some freak who manage to finally graduate and decent enough grades to pass enough to get into college. Eddie was proud, it was more than his dad ever said he was capable of. But he was a bit older than the rest and he didn’t have as nice of a car and he had to live in a dorm. And work part time at a body shop. Eddie gritted at the thought but he wasn’t like fucking King Steve who had everything handed to him.

Cobain was an English student. An honor student who tutored, volunteered, led the book club and even helped the music classes when they had to go to the auditorium. The short girl would help them with equipment. She wasn’t from the trailer park and she would never look at him that way-

“I’m so nervous about all these killings, Eddie. I mean…I know Chrissy was like-“

“A bitch?” Eddie finished, glancing at her and his pants tightened at the new attention she was giving him.

“Eh, yeah. But I’m just worried about what’s gonna happen. Steve’s throwing that party but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to go.” Cobain twirled the end of one of her curls.

“You’re gonna sit this one out?” He asked.

“No, Bunny really wants to go and I do too. I’m just scared that’s all. God, I’m really rambling aren’t I?”

“It’s fine! P-please keep rambling!” Eddie cleared his throat. He was getting closer to her house. “I’m glad you asked me for a ride, I feel like we don’t really get to talk that much. Which, of course we’re in different classes, but you’re so cool-“

“No, I’m glad you could. I like being around you.” Eddie almost stopped steering. She said what? He was so dirty. All those times…he rushed home, holding one of those fucking pens in his hand and jerked off so hard it hurt. Spilling all over it. Which brought him to the second reality. The other time he had been at her house, he pretended he needed to go to the bathroom and snuck into her room.

He didn’t have time to admire it-he couldn’t even tell you what color her bedding was but he was digging in her drawers like a madman and he pocketed a pair of black panties and a pink bra was inside his shirt when he rushed back downstairs.

And he had to drive normally in her driveway. But he couldn’t get over what she said. Cobain…liked being around him? “

“Hey Eddie, I know this may be a weird question, but I’m dying to know. Do you have any music recs? I need something new to get me through studying. Mr. Hopper is killing me with all the essays-do you mind if you text me your Spotify?”

Eddie’s heart stopped. “Uh-absolutely! Here!” He too quickly snatched her extended phone with the skull phone case and dialed his number. He was going to pass out. His fingers were over her phone, something she touched constantly.

He handed it back, brushing against her warm digits.

“Thanks so much, Eddie. I hope I won’t annoy you with updates on my opinions.” Cobain smiled.

“You could never annoy me, Cobain. Besides, any opportunity I have to branch you out, it’s my pleasure.”

She got out the car then, waving goodbye and Eddie like a dumbass hesitated too long and returned the gesture when she turned her back.

Eddie couldn’t get home faster, he probably slammed his breaks way too hard as he raced into his dorm. He pried his jeans off, boxers not even halfway down his thighs before he crashed down on his mattress. His hand still felt tingly from touching hers as he started stroking his precum leaking cock with that hand.

His hard dick twitched as he thought about how it would have felt like to pound her into a crying mess against the seat. Cover the seats in cum and mark her as his. All he fucking want was her. His little Cobain.

Giving her his number? Asking for music recommendations? His knuckles were growing wetter, his forehead dampening as he grew closer. He couldn’t even last as he thought about pulling her pretty pink hair.

“Fuck-“ His core released a flood over his hand, sheets and his barely removed boxers. He panted heavily as he pulled his hand away from his dick.

Eddie imagined it was her not his own palm. Hers were smaller than his but they would be like heaven on his cock.

He sloppily cleaned himself with the fabric of his boxers when his cellphone pinged. Eddie nearly dropped his device as he quickly unlocked to see if Cobain was calling him already.

But it was an unknown number.

He hesitated but figured it may be a student who got his number from his professor.

“Hello?” He still sounded out of breath.

“Hellooo, Edward.” What the fuck? Eddie shot up from laying down. The voice was altered and male. Well…it was just weird.

“Uh, yeah? Who’s this?”

“Me? I’m just a passerby. Someone who’s interested in watching people. Do you like watching people, Eddie?” Oh Jesus H Christ.

“Oh my fucking god. Are you the killer? Fuck no.” He hung up. Eddie scrambled to get his pants, when his phone rang. Again. And again.

He grabbed his phone, slamming it to his ear. “WHAT?”

“Don’t you fucking hang up on me again, you fucking perv. Or I’ll gut you like a fish, got it?” He choked on his spit.

“W-who-“

“Aw, Eddie. What’s wrong? Are you surprised I know your dirty little secret? You shouldn’t be. I mean-its a little…stalker much isn’t it?”

“Me? A stalker? You’re the one going around killing people, you piece of shit.” Eddie grit out, shoving around his clothing and other things to make sure there weren’t any cameras.

“Hey, don’t tell me you’re not glad those people are gone, Eddie. If they weren’t, your little girlfriend wouldn’t have…taken a ride.” He stopped short. Gripping his phone tighter.

“If you hurt her-I swear I’m going-“

“How sweet. Willing to fight for a girl you’re too scared to ask out. Mmm, Eddie. Maybe someone else will do it for you and you can take action.”

“Like what?! Kill someone?”

“It’s just good old fashioned revenge.”

The killer hung up and Eddie shuddered. What the fuck was that? Who the fuck is this killer? And how did they know all of this?

“I can’t believe he called you.” Cobain whispered as he walked with her after class. “Are you okay? He threatened you.” She wrapped her hand around his sweatshirt covered bicep.

Eddie sucked in a breath as he recalled the way he came from just the touch of her hand. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little freaked out is all. He’s not gonna fucking do anything.”

“Do you know anyone else who’s gotten a call?” She held onto him still as they strolled outside. No doubt going to part ways.

It was on the tip of his tongue to see if she would let him take her tonight. But she always went with Bunny.

“Yeah. Jonathan did. Threatening and everything.” Eddie grit between his teeth. “He hasn’t called you or anything yet right?”

She didn’t answer and he swung around. Hands finding her shoulders. Her big eyes were glassy. Pink curls falling across her forehead. Eddie pushed them away with his fingers. “Cobain. Did he call you?”

She audibly swallowed and pulled out her phone. “He didn’t call me. But he’s been…texting me. At least I think it’s him.” He snatched her phone, panic and anger rising.

He scowled at the disgusting messages.

“I’ll slit that slutty neck of yours.”

“You stop talking to me and I’ll kill everyone you love. And then finish you off.”

“Maybe if I chop off those hands of yours you’ll-“ Eddie stopped short at reading out loud when Cobain realized the rest of that sentence. She took her phone back quickly.

Eddie knew it was such bad timing. The rest of the text talked about how she made herself cum. Yesterday. He imagined her small fingers circling her swollen clit before creamy wetness dripped out of her sweet pussy. If he wasn’t with her right now he would go to her bedroom and steal another pair of panties. But then he snapped out of it. She was scared.

“It’s so awful, Eddie. What if he hurts me?” Tears pricked her eyes and he took a risk and hugged her. Resting his head on hers. His hand rubbed her back, feeling the fabric of her black sweater.

“I’d never let anyone hurt you, Cobain. You know that? Maybe you-shouldn’t be alone? I can take you home again?” He was itching to confess.

“Oh, Eddie. You’re so sweet to me.” She pulled back, eyeliner slightly smudged. “but Bunny and I are always together. But…maybe we can hang out at the party? I mean besides. Tonight I have to tell you what I thought about music.”

Oh god he was going to pass out. Right there on the side walk. “Are you-do you want to-“

“I don’t wanna move too fast. I think I’m still a little traumatized by the high school incident.” She chuckled.

Eddie was almost bouncing off the walls with excitement. This was almost a date. Almost. But. “High school incident?”

Sammy shrugged. “It’s a crazy story.”

Eddie nudged her with his boot against her converse shoe.

“I like crazy stories.”

She sighed and shifted on her feet. He loved her green trap pants as she fidgeted with the pockets. “Chrissy and I used to be-I guess enemies? For some reason she made my life hell. She made fun of how I dressed, my grades and she wouldn’t leave me alone. Well, finally I told her off when she dumped her lunch on me. And to get me back-“ She clenched her jaw. “She told everyone that her boyfriend cheated on her. With me.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. How did he not know this? He wasn’t surprised though. Cobain hated drama and confrontation. He felt even more protective of her. “Hey. It’s okay. If you want to take time-just hang out more then I’m more than okay with that, Cobain. But I really like you. And I have for a while. I just didn’t want to make you feel-weird.”

Cobain leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. He saw stars and stopped breathing from her soft lips. He wanted to kiss her but both of their phones buzzed loudly. Like an alarm.

He pulled out his phone.

“Attention students. Classes will be suspended until further notice due to lasts nights crime. Please be aware of any updates. Stay safe and stay with others.”

Another murder? He frowned. No one heard anything. “Someone else was killed.”

Cobain shivered and apparently read the news article. She gasped, covering her mouth with one hand. “Oh god…Eddie. It’s Nancy.” She whispered. “She was-brutally killed. Stabbed so many times. Just like Chrissy. And they-they have a name for this guy.” She looked up. “They’re calling him Ghostface.”

“Of course. Giving this son of a bitch some title. Like he’s famous. Maybe the party-maybe Steve will cancel.”

“I doubt it. As if he stop one of his parties. And besides. Everyone being together in one place is a good idea. I have to go find Bunny. I know she’s probably so scared.”

“Okay, yeah. Of course. I’ll see you tonight, Cobain.” Cobain gave him a smile before she sped walked ahead.

Eddie exhaled. A whirlwind happened. Murder. A almost date. And now…what?

Steve knew how to throw parties, one of is common bragging points as Eddie pulled into an open space on the street across the house. Music blared from inside and it was some hip hop playlist that he dreaded listening to. But really he was going for Cobain. He searched for any sign of her car or bunny’s. Jonathan was here already.

Eddie closed his car door with hip as he walked up to the door holding two cases of beer and he waited for someone to open the door. The man of the hour swung it open, Steve clapped him on the shoulder. “My man. Join us. Fucking perfect, you brought more booze.” He was already slightly slurring.

Eddie forced himself to do an attempted smile as Steve snatched the cases and marched into the kitchen. “Who wants more?” Cheers sounded from the too crowded house.

He didn’t give a fuck about that, right now he needed to find her. Eddie wore a nirvana shirt and his dark jeans. He wanted to show up in something only they understood. Eddie walked into the living room, no sign of her either.

“Hey! Eddie! Come join us!” He turned to see Robin and Marina sitting on the couch. Her girlfriend sitting on her lap. “We’re having a really important discussion. Oh hey, Sammy!”

He whipped around, his boots clinging to the carpet and he almost fell like a fucking idiot.

Cobain was wearing a three quarter sleeve dark brown oversized sweater. Showing off her rose wrist tattoo, thorn thumb tattoo and her matching butterflies with Bunny. Her legs were covered with ripped tights and her converse. He walked over to her and smiled. She did too. He slightly narrowed his eyes at a small red spot on the corner of her makeup covered eye. But he quickly forgot.

“Hey, Cobain, can-I get you-I mean can I get you a beer?” He cleared his throat to try and cover up his stuttering but she was so pretty.

“Yeah, I’d love that thank you.” She winked. “I’m gonna sit over there, I’ll save you a spot.” He blinked a few times at her slightly bolder voice.

“Uh yeah. That would be good.” She raised up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Eddie’s eyes widened as she brushed past him as she made her way to the couch. He assumed Jonathan was with bunny as he sped walked to the couch. Wanting to get back to his girl.

But he saw Bunny whispering in Steve’s ear. Steve was smirking as she twirled her hair. Eddie frowned. But he minded his business as he got two bottles and came back to where the group was. Cobain was sitting on a loveseat and padded a place next to her. He probably walked too quickly and almost dropped the glass bottles and he clumsily plopped next to her. Their legs pressed close together.

He decided to try and be bold with his hand but she beat him to it. Her palm brushed against his knee. She looked at him with her doe eyes and long lashes. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah of course. I-I like it.” He was so excited as he twisted the caps off. “For you, Cobain.”

“Okay, okay enough of the lovey dovey shit!” Robin interrupted and stood up. “Except for you, Cherry.” She dipped down to kiss Marinas lips before shooting up and frantically waving around her half empty beer. “Listen. If we’re gonna survive this spree of this psycho. We need to understand the rules.”

“Rules? At a party?” Steve proudly puffed his chest as he stepped in the living room. “That’s the last thing on my mind, Robs.” She scoffed and flipped him off.

“Yes rules, Dingus. The first one, you can NEVER have sex!” Everyone booed and laughed. Cobain and Eddie glanced at each other, and she squeezed his knee tighter. He set his ring covered palm on top of hers and traced the tattoo with his thumb.

“I think you’re a little late for that,” Steve smirked.

“Number two! You can never drink or do drugs!” Then everyone laughed harder, including Eddie himself as he raised his beer and remembered the weed kept in an extremely secret stash in his car.

Cobain started chugging her drink and Eddie started flushing. Something was different about her tonight. His shy little Cobain was getting out of her shell and he wanted to fucking kiss her so badly. Her throat gulped and he wanted to suck on her skin. Leave marks of his territory. If they weren’t in front of people-

She started to rise, her hand running against a strand of his messy waves. He opened his mouth to protest but Robin continued.

“And third! Never, ever under any circumstances say I’ll be right back. Because you won’t be back.”

Cobain turned at the edge of the door leading to the garage, “I’m getting another beer, you want one?”

Robin absentmindedly nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

Cobain stuck out her arms, “I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!”

Eddie burst out laughing as Robin gasped. But a part of him sunk because he felt like she kept disappearing. But he wasn’t going to pout. He was going to wait for her. Like he promised himself he would. He glanced down after feeling his phone buzz. He sighed, hoping it wasn’t his uncle needing something. But he choked when he saw an unknown number.

“Looks like you’re going to break a rule, perverted little bitch.”

It was almost too easy as Sammy silently slipped on the gown and met her best friend in the garage. She smirked as she hid in the corner of behind the door. Bunny was in her robe, after leaving a shit scared Steve locked in the bedroom. Forbidding him to scream. Jason was coming; one of the men who bullied them. Tormented Sammy. He would pay the price. Revenge was very sweet.

The door opened, and they nodded at each other. Signaling the start of their conquest.

Jason was rummaging through the fridge, getting an arm full of beers wearing his jersey he refused to part with. His sneakers squeaked as he turned around. But Bunny was standing in front of the door.

“Shit, Jesus. That’s not fucking funny, Steve.” Jason snarled. Trying to move past but she grabbed his arm. Tightly.

“Oh? You wanna be like the psycho killer out there? Some little copy cat? You’re too small to be Harrington…I bet your Robins little girlfriend.” Bunny pulled out her hunting knife, and held it up. Waving it back and forth.

“You want me to be your helpless victim? Please, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface. I really want to fuck a little Bunny.”

Then she shoved him and Sammy ran out of her hiding place and locked her arm around Jason’s neck. He flailed and he was strong. Really strong but they both practiced enough time to overpower men. “Kill this motherfucker.” Sammy growled.

They both slammed their knives on either side of his neck. He sank as they yanked out their blades, took their sleeves and wiped the knife.

“Another one down.” Bunny kicked off her costume, kicking it in the corner and Sammy decided to leave hers on. Give Eddie a little scare.

“Fuck, that one was fun. He didn’t even have a chance. But we gotta go, I’m sure those little pervs are waiting for us.”

Bunny went back up the stairs, putting back her soft act and exited the garage. Sammy opened the metal door and snuck outside. But she wasn’t alone when one of the guests started to scream. She let out an exhale before she started chasing after them.

Her past with track paid off as she lodged the knife into guys shoulder before ripping it out. She didn’t want to kill him, she wanted to cause chaos.

Sammy stopped as he started screaming inside the house, yelling that Ghostface was outside. She heard more yelling, and she quickly ducked behind a bush. She pulled off one glove and called Eddie.

“Cobain, Jesus Christ, where are you? That fucking Ghostface is here!”

“I’m so scared, Eddie! I was in the garage and I saw Jason was dead!”

“Is that where you are? I’ll find you,” Eddie voice was almost muffled by the crowd.

“I can sneak past the side door, and meet me upstairs.” She hung up and got back inside the house.

It was nearly empty as she saw Eddie holding his phone to his ear in the kitchen. His eyes widened and he took off. Sammy almost cackled as she followed him, knife raised as she chased him up the stairs, she had memorized the house enough to know a guest room was to their right as he shoved open the door.

She managed to reach him and grab his hair, fingers locking around his curls and she turned him around quickly, pushing him against the wall, blade pointed to his neck.

“Who the fuck are you?” Eddie was squirming and likely trying to think of a way to get around her.

Sammy started then laughing. “Oh, Eddie.” His face immediately paled and he went slack.

“C-Cobain?” His eyes were wide as she slowly pulled off her mask, blood still damp on her gloves as she continued smiling at him.

“Surpriseeee, Eddie.”

“No, no, this isn’t possible. This has to be some fucked up joke. You’d never hurt-“ Sammy held the knife to his neck, causing him to gasp. His pale skin flushing.

“Oh, I don’t think so. Eddie, you’re so hot when you’re scared, pretty boy.”

“You’ve killed people, this is crazy! What- why did you do it?” Eddie was trying to regain his voice but his movements stalled when she pressed a little harder, her other arm reached up to settle on the side of his head.

“You want a motive? Is that it? Who says I have one?” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Maybe it was just fun…”

“No, it can’t be that. There has to be a reason.”

“Maybe all those fucking shitty people had it coming. They all deserved it. Every. Single. One. We just got revenge. What everyone is too scared to do.” Sammy started nodding her head. “Is that motive enough for you?”

She looked down at his pants, he was hard. “Dirty boy, you like this. Being under my mercy, don’t you? Just like when you take my stuff. Cum around it.” His brown eyes widened. “Oh yeah, I know all about it. Maybe I left it out for that exact reason.”

She slid her free hand down his chest, he shivered as her blood stained glove left a trail. “You like this…you want it, don't you?”

“I can’t- it’s not right-“ She smacked his dick with the knife. Enough pressure to get his attention but it wouldn’t hurt. She pulled the glove off.

“Don’t lie to me, it’s pathetic.” She whispered and leaned in closer, hovering over his mouth. “Hmm? You gonna make me do all the work?”

Eddie lost control when he smashed his lips to hers, apparently losing all morals as they were nothing but teeth and tongues devouring each other. His hands locked around her hips as she ground them against his dick.

Sammy then grabbed his neck and turned him. She landed on top of him on the perfectly made bed as she slit the knife through the material of his shirt, exposing his fit torso. He moaned as she traced his stomach then v line with the tip of the blade. It glimmered underneath the poor lighting.

“Dirty slut, you want me to ride you? You want to make me cum? I think you’ve earned it.”

“Fuck, please. Please, fuck me. I need you,” She cut him off by kissing him with bruising force and bit his lower lip. He opened his mouth and she took the opportunity to spit inside as she started slightly bouncing. Still with their clothes on.

Sammy started sucking his neck, leaving purple marks before moving down his chest. Making her way down his hips above his jeans. She tossed the knife on the floor as she pulled off his pants and boxers.

His cock slapped against his stomach as precum leaked from the tip. “Is this all for me?” She smeared it with her thumb as he rapidly nodded.

“Yeah, I need it-“

Sammy wasted no time getting on her knees on the floor, her own pussy soaking through her panties as she wrapped her lips around the swollen tip of his dick. Eddie moaned louder, an almost animalistic sound from his chest as his hand flew to her pink hair.

Her tongue messily lapped the sides of his cock before she massaged his balls and returned to sucking. She breathed through her nose as she bobbed her head. Her mouth was growing wetter as he grew close. He was going to cum already. Sammy gagged as he thrusted into her mouth and hit the back of her throat.

He spilled into her mouth and she pulled back, wiping her chin as she crawled on top of him again. Straddling his naked hips. Eddie was panting as he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her again.

His breathing was pornographic as Sammy shimmied out of her shorts and tights, she wasn’t wearing underwear as her cunt clenched around nothing. “You want me to fuck you?” She baited him against his lips.

“God, yes. Ride me, I’m begging you.” He was almost on the brink of tears as she guided his cock to her pussy and sank down.

She was stretched and then filled up as she groaned. Her hands on his shoulders as she started bouncing. Eddie’s palm went around her throat and she allowed him. Poor pretty boy needed something to brag about. The headboard slammed against the wall and she was growing close. The adrenaline of killing and fucking Eddie Munson was enough to make her cum. His thumb rubbed her clit, speeding up the climax.

It hit her like lighting and she shuddered, her forehead pressed against his. Sweat dampening her skin. She began to move again, knowing he didn’t cum the second time but he stilled her.

“No, I can- I can wait. That was about you.” He whispered.

She gave him a smirk and then grabbed his jaw, her post orgasm trembling making it sloppy. “Good. Because now, I’m going to make you scream for me.”

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If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too? Part 2

The Corroded Coffin boys are here and ain’t down with Eddie have to share a room with Steve fucking Harrington. (Don’t worry they come around, just some faster than others.)

Part 1

*

Steve woke up to the sound of two heart monitors beeping in rhythm to each other. He moaned and he could feel that there was someone holding his hand.

“Steve?” Robin asked.

His eyelashes fluttered and he could blearily make out her face. “Robs?”

She reached over the guardrail and pressed a button repeatedly. Two nurses came rushing in.

“He’s awake!” Robin told them excitedly.

The first nurse started taking readings on all the machines he was hooked up to while the other came over with a cup of ice chips.

She pressed the cup to Steve’s lips. He gasped when the cold ice hit his mouth and then slid down his throat. He greedily drank more until she pulled the cup away.

“How are we feeling today, Mr Harrington?” the first nurse asked.

“Steve,” he insisted. “Mr Harrington makes me feel old.”

Robin giggled. “You are old.”

“Steve, then,” the nurse said with a smile. “On a scale between zero and ten how would you rate your pain? Zero being none at all, five being it hurts a lot and I can deal with it, and ten being kill me, kill me now.”

Steve laughed. “Um...I’d say a four. It hurts but not a lot, a lot, if you know what I mean.”

The second nurse twisted a little nob on the equipment and suddenly Steve felt a rush of relief.

“That should help,” the first nurse said. “The doctor will be in in about ten minutes to go over your prognosis.”

Steve nodded. The two nurses left and he looked at Robin. “How’s Eddie?” He hadn’t bothered to ask the nurses because they would have told him he wasn’t family and not given him a damn thing.

She stood up and pulled back the curtain. There on the other side was Eddie still asleep with an older man clutching Eddie’s hand to his lips.

The man looked up for the first time and saw them watching him. He cleared his throat and stood up.

Steve watched as the man walked up to him.

“I’m Wayne Munson,” he said, introducing himself. “And you saved my boy.”

“Steve Harrington,” Steve replied and stuck out his hand.

Wayne smiled. “I know who you are, son. This girly and about a half dozen feral children have been telling me all about you.”

Steve blushed. “I’m sure they’re over-selling it.”

Wayne raised an eyebrow. “I really don’t think they are.”

“Is he going to be okay?” Steve asked, looking over at Eddie. He looked so small. So...dim. The Eddie Munson Steve had gotten to know in the Upside Down was always so bright and animated. But there was none of that now.

“Oh yeah,” Wayne said with a grin that Steve recognized even if it was a little strange seeing it on another face. “He woke up before you did.” He jutted his thumb at his nephew.

Steve grinned back. “He always did have a flare for the dramatic.”

Wayne’s grin softened to a warm smile. “That he does. The first thing you should know is, he would want you to know is that the government pulled their cover up bullshitery and he’s been cleared of all charges. He’s a free man. And they’ve given me the name of a good lawyer in case I wanted to sue the town for orchestrating that witch hunt.”

Steve let out a sigh of relief and all the tension that was in his body melted away. “That’s really good news, sir. This town will never believe it but that’s good to hear.”

Wayne chuckled. “I think they just might.”

Steve frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You know what close-minded assholes love more than an outsider to hunt?” Steve shook his head. “A venerated hero to topple. They placed the blame on the dead Carver kid.”

Steve blinked as his eyebrows crept slowly up his forehead. “Jason is dead?”

Wayne nodded. “I’m afraid so.”

“Shit.” Steve reached out for Robin’s hand again and she took his, giving it a squeeze.

Wayne grasped the guardrails of the hospital bed and breathed out slowly through his nose. “They said that he killed Chrissy because she was flirting with Eddie. Then killed Patrick when he refused to continue to hunt him. After all Andy’s witness statement could go for Jason as much as it could my boy.”

“And Fred?” Steve asked in morbid curiosity.

“Attacked by the same animals that got Ed.”

Steve stared at him in stunned silence. “So now everyone thinks that Jason riled up the town to hunt Eddie because he was the real killer?”

Wayne hummed. “Right in one, kid.”

Steve started laughing hysterically.

“Oi!” Eddie called from the bed next to him. “Fucking noisy neighbor. I’m trying to sleep here.”

Steve smiled. “Good to see the bats didn’t suck out all your snark.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow at Steve. “I have an unlimited supply.”

“It’s a Munson family trait,” Wayne agreed.

Steve buried his head in his hands. “Oh god, I don’t think I can handle two of them.”

Robin patted his thigh. “How do you think I felt the last three hours? It was horrible!”

Eddie and Wayne laughed.

“I like your new friends, Ed,” Wayne said with a grin. “Not that your old friends weren’t great. These two are funny.”

“And we aren’t funny?” Jeff said from the door. “You wound me!” Behind him Brian and Gareth were also making dramatic gestures.

“Guys!” Eddie cried. “Hey!”

The three of them shuffled in and they glanced at Robin and Steve warily as they passed them.

Eddie saw Gareth’s bandaged hand. “What the fuck, man?”

Gareth grinned. “Further proof that Jason Carver was the real villain. The dude tortured me to try and find out where you were.”

“Holy shit!” Eddie cursed. “That is messed up.”

They shifted nervously. “Lucas was with him.”

Steve and Robin’s heads snapped their direction.

“Seriously?” Robin squeaked.

Jeff looked over at her and nodded sheepishly.

Eddie reached out and grabbed Jeff’s wrist. “He was trying to lead them away from me but they caught on too quickly.”

Gareth gulped. “You sure?”

Even Steve and Robin were waiting on bated breath.

“Yeah, he told me,” Eddie said. “He was here earlier. He’s–he’s the reason Jason is dead.” He waved his hands wildly when he saw the stricken expressions on everyone’s faces. “He didn’t kill him or anything. Jason came looking for me at the Creel house and found Max and Lucas and Erica. Jason went crazy and started spewing a bunch of hateful shit. So Lucas punched him and because Jason was unsteady on his feet when the earthquake hit, he tumbled out the window to his death. Lucas was pretty broken up about it.”

“Poor kid,” Gareth said. “I guess it goes to show that you can’t be a nerd and jock. You can’t straddle that line and have it turn out well for anyone.”

“That’s bullshit,” Steve said. “Lucas can be good at sports and play D&D. He’s was trying protect his friends. And I hope this doesn’t kill his love for either.”

The room became deathly silent.

Brian turned to Steve. “What are you doing here, Harrington?”

Steve looked down at his hospital gown in confusion. “Being treated for the same animal bites as Eddie?”

Just then the doctor bustled in. He stopped short when he saw the large crowd at Eddie’s bed.

He cleared his throat. “I beg your pardon, I need to speak to the patients regarding their care. Would you be so kind as to step out for a moment? Just a moment. You’ll be able to speak to your friend after I am done.”

Jeff and Gareth shared a glance, but Brian bristled.

“Why do we have to go?” he asked, crossing his arms in front of chest. He wasn’t a small kid by any stretch of the imagination.

“I am going over sensitive medical information,” the doctor said curtly, “that under law can only be given to the patient or to someone they have deemed by signature on a legal document to share such medical information with.” He lowered his glassed and looked Brian square in the eye. “Now do you want to comply and come back in a few minutes or do you want to be escorted out of this hospital by security and not allowed back inside unless under medical duress?”

Jeff tapped his shoulder. “Come on, man, let’s go. It’s just standard procedure. They did they same thing when my cousin Ally had her appendix out.”

Brian went begrudgingly but he did go. Robin followed them out. She wasn’t old enough to sign legal documents yet, her eighteenth birthday a month a way. So she couldn’t supersede Steve’s parents being his medical contact.

Yet.

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[sloelimbs]

"Send me a Hellcheer request": Chrissy knows the origins of Eddie's scars, but he doesn't know hers. So he learns each one.

“And that one?”

“Hm?” Chrissy is prodding a light patch of hair that grows differently to the rest of it. Not in spirals and waves but weird tufts, a shade or three (okay, fuck you, he’s going gray at twenty one, shut up) lighter than his natural colour. “Ah, yeah. That was dear old dad with his monkey wrench. I don’t think he meant to hit me, I just got between him and the dog.”

“Your dad sounds awful.”

“There’s a reason we don’t have family reunions much.” He flops back against the floor and closes his eyes for a second and just relishes this. What he has. Chrissy in his arms and weed smoke heavy around them and the sun brightly burning hot. He loves midsummer. He loves how colourful everything gets. Even the dead grass looks like honey and woven gold. “What about yours?”

“My what?”

“C’mon, princess, are you going to lay there and tell me you’ve never had a tumble from the top of the pyramid so bad you got a little roughed up?”

“Oh. Well, yeah, but…” Eddie opens an eye to smile at her. To slide his fingertips from her chin to the shell of her ear, to really really really look at her.

“You don’t have to tell me about anything you don’t want to.” She sits up anyway and twists around on herself to lift the back of her shirt, and show him a hooklike curve of puckered flesh above her hip.

“I fell off a horse when I was four and broke the bone. I had to wear one of those diaper looking casts for months and I wasn’t allowed to go swimming in the summer.” The scarring is warm when he touches it, and he holds his hair away from his face in one fist when he leans down to kiss it.

“Braver than I am, horses are fucking freaky.”

“Oh, you just don’t like it when things are taller than you. That's why you surround yourself with halflings, kids and Steve.”

“I also hang out with Robin.”

“She’s a halfling with me. So’s Nancy.”

“Yeah, you’re a freak, alright.” It’s good to see her laughing, though. Even if the scar on her back isn’t what he was talking about. He knows there are others hidden on her skin which weren’t accidents at all, but this golden afternoon isn’t the time for those stories. He doesn’t want to taint this place by forcing answers he doesn’t need from her. All that matters is that he hasn’t seen a fresh one in a year. All that matters is that when they fall into bed at night all the lines she’s made on herself are ancient and silvery and from old battles instead of new ones. All that matters, to Eddie Munson in early July with the bees abuzz around him and butterflies kissing the cornflowers, is that Chrissy tips her face into his and let’s him breathe her in.

[fairymermaid7]

This is a story by @mythicalea, @jessbahia , Chrissy and myself for the JQ Spookathon 2023.

Enjoy!!

Dead Time Darlings

October 1st

Y/n was busily unpacking in her new room, she knew if there was one spot in her house she wanted settled as soon as possible it was her room. 

She was focused on hanging up her clothes in the closet when she heard what she thought were footsteps in the hallway. She froze in her spot and looked towards the hallway. 

She slowly walked towards the door and opened it to look in the hallway. As she poked her head into the hallway a few books she had just put on her dresser shelf flew to the floor.

“What the heck?” She said to herself softly. 

October 3rd

“I’m telling you, it’s just getting weirder!” Y/N spoke into the phone as she wiped down her counters in the kitchen. “Maybe that’s why my aunt left me this house…it was her way of fucking with me one more time.” 

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “No, my aunt is not haunting me” she laughed lightly as she heard a shifting upstairs. “I’ll call you back” she hung up the phone quickly. 

She grabbed a bat and slowly walked up the stairs. She cleared the house and took a deep breath. 

“I know you’re messing with me, why?” She asked out loud, standing in the hallway. 

She heard footsteps walk behind her and she slowly turned to see nothing. She felt a chill hit the back of her neck as she froze in her spot.

October 7th

“Alright” she said, emptying the contents of a plastic shopping bag onto the kitchen counter. “I know you’re here. For some reason, you want me to know you’re here, I’m going to make it real easy on you.” 

She took the multiple packs of alphabet magnets and started opening them, putting all the letters on the fridge. 

“We’ll start with an easy one” she said, throwing away the packaging. “Who are you?” 

She watched the magnets on the fridge carefully before turning away. 

“You take your time” she said out loud before going to the laundry room to grab her laundry. 

She walked the laundry back through the kitchen before the magnets caught her eye. She put the laundry basket on the counter and walked to the fridge, never taking her eyes off of it.

She ran her fingers over the new word formed on the fridge as a smile broke out on her face. 

“Nice to meet you Arthur.”

October 11th

Y/N yawned as she walked into the kitchen. She giggled a little when she read the fridge. 

“Good morning to you too Arthur” she smiled.

After having a long, rough night, she turned to put on a pot of coffee. When she turned back around, another smile formed on her face. 

“Beautiful” she read the word off the fridge. “Thank you Arthur, such a gentleman.” 

October 12th

Y/N rubbed her eyes as she sat up in her bed. She checked her phone, reading the 3:04am across her screen and groaned to herself. 

She pulled herself out of bed and expected the noise of someone walking around to stop. To her surprise, the sound didn’t stop but only got louder as she approached the room she had deemed her library. 

She paused for a moment before pulling the door open. A man she had never seen before was pacing around in the room. She  gasped and grabbed for a lamp that hadn’t been set up yet to use as a weapon. 

“Who are you?” She asked towards the man.

“Me?” The man stopped pacing and looked directly at Y/N. 

“Yes you!” 

“You can see me? You can hear me?” It was only now Y/N realized the accent. 

“Of course I can, what kind of question is that? Now answer me! Who the hell are you?!” She rose her voice. 

“I’m Arthur” he explained, giving a calming motion with his hands.

“That’s…not possible” Y/N said quietly, dropping the defensive pose and letting the lamp hang in her hand at her sides.

“It shouldn’t be” Arthur said quietly “you shouldn’t be able to hear me…or see me.” 

“…but I can see you, and I can hear you…how?” 

Arthur looked at her like a lightbulb had gone off in his head.

“Dead time.”

“What?” 

“Look” Arthur felt his front pocket with his hand, as Y/N followed the motion with her eyes. She couldn’t help but admire the beautiful fingers that took a pocket watch out, before mentally slapping herself. 

You're having a paranormal encounter with a spirit, you don’t even know if you’re dreaming, get it together! she thought before Arthur interrupted her thoughts. 

“See?” he said, showing her the watch. 

“Yeah, I know what time it is, that’s not the..wait” she finally realized what he was talking about. She stared at him, thinking, her face a mixture of surprise and fear. She started stepping backwards instinctively, however knowing he wasn’t there to hurt her.

Arthur reached out to touch her forearm, right at the time when the sound of a thunder burst through the quiet night. She jumped a bit and screamed, making Arthur scream too. 

“Okay, this is not happening” she closed her eyes shut and opened them again, “I’m surely dreaming”.

“You are not dreaming” Arthur approached her a little more, but she didn’t back off this time. He reached out again, but his fingers went right through her arm. She looked down at it and right back up at him, turning pale.

“Please do not be scared..” Arthur’s voice broke a little. 

“I..” she started, but never finished the sentence. Instead, she turned around and left the library, quickly walking towards her bedroom as she murmured.

“This is not happening, you’re dreaming, it’s not, it’s not real, wake up idiot…” she kept talking to herself as she reached her bed and took off the sweater she had worn over her nightgown when she’d got out of bed. She heard footsteps approaching and her heartbeat got louder into her ears as the storm got louder outside, and, seconds later, her door sprung open.

“Please just listen to me, I am not-” Arthur stormed into the room, only to turn around terrified when he gave her one look.

“My God, I am so sorry, where are my manners? I am terribly sorry I didn’t know you would be naked…” he kept murmuring, his back turned on her.

Yn furrowed her eyebrows and looked down at her quite dressed self before feeling her cheeks blush a little at his shyness.

“You…it’s alright, you can turn around” she said softly and he turned around slowly, only to squeal again “you’re still naked!” 

Yn put her sweater back on and cleared her throat. “It’s fine now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure.”

Arthur turned around softly again, his cheeks a deep shade of red that made her melt a little inside. 

“Right, I…” he started, straightening his jacket, “I just wanted to tell you…you don’t have to be afraid. I am a very friendly spirit.”

“Spirit..? But how..how can this be..?”

“You already knew something was going on.”

“I did but…”

“I have lived here my whole life…and…and after, as a matter of fact, I…I am harmless…I have been so lonely…and then you arrived, and you seemed so happy and,friendly, and I would not have done anything but something inside me told me to try and communicate with you…And then you brought those strange letters which can move around on that big white cupboard in the kitchen, which, if I may add, is so cold on the inside, and I…”

“You got into the fridge??”

“I..” Arthur blushed again, looking at his hands “I was curious. What is that thing anyway?”

“Wait, just, hold on a second” y/n finally sat down on the bed, rubbing her face softly. “Come here” she motioned for him to approach “you can sit down.”

“A gentleman never sits on a lady’s bed miss” Arthur said formally. “In fact, I should have never spent so much time in your bedroom either. Perhaps I should-”

“Okay, let’s go to the library then” she stood up and he opened the door for her, smiling softly at her. She tried to ignore the shivering feeling his eyes gave her, and walked first through the hallway as she kept talking.

“I really want to know everything about you Arthur. I don’t know if I believe in such things but..” she reached the library entrance and turned around to look at him. Nothing. He was gone.

“A..Arthur?” she looked around at the hallway and then inside the library, No sign of him. She stood there for some seconds, trying to hear something, anything, apart from the thunder and heavy rain outside. And she did.

Seconds later, she heard the magnetic letters move around on the fridge. She walked fast towards the kitchen, surprising herself at how eager she was to see his message. Because she knew it was him. 

"dead time over" the message read. She waited patiently to see if he’d write anything else.

"tomorrow same time" she whispered the message and couldn’t help but smile.

“I’ll be waiting.”

October 13th

“So we figured out I can see you, I can hear you but I can’t touch you and you can’t touch me” Y/N explained as she wrote in her notebook. 

“Are you taking notes?” Arthur looked at her curiously. 

“Just trying to keep everything straight, this is my first spirit relationship” she giggled. 

“Relationship?” Arthur swallowed hard. 

“You know what I mean” she rolled her eyes. “I want to keep everything straight, you know like what I’ve already taught you.”

“Like that” Arthur pointed to her phone. 

“Right, and the fact that girls wear a lot less clothes now and it’s completely acceptable” she giggled as Arthur's face filled with a shade of pink. 

She turned the page and started writing again. 

“What are you writing now?” Arthur tried to peek at the page. 

“I’m making a list of what makes you blush” Y/N giggled as she kept writing and watched Arthur’s face go even more crimson.

October 17th

“Arthur?” Y/N said softly as she walked into the library. “Arthur are you here?” 

She started getting worried that she lost the ability to see Arthur in dead time. She felt herself grow sad and her heart clenched. 

She started thinking about how she shouldn’t be feeling the way she was when she heard him speak. 

“You look gorgeous as always” his deep voice put a smile on her face. 

“I was starting to think you weren’t coming” she said softly. 

“And miss this? This time with you? Never” he smiled widely, his eyes sparkling. 

“I uh…I had an idea” she turned her head trying to hide her blush. “For our dead time date”

“Continue” Arthur smirked at the mention of the word date.

“I thought I could read to you for a little” she smiled. “You know since we’re in the library” 

“I like that idea, but please anything but Fifty Shades Of Gray” he spoke quickly with wide eyes. 

“Wait, how do you know what Fifty Shades Of Gray is?” She asked confused.

“I got bored the other day, it looked like it would be about the struggles in the world and wow was I wrong” he sat in thought.

“Just…next time ask before you start reading a book if you want to know what it’s really about” she laughed, grabbing a book off the shelf. 

“Noted, I did find something interesting though” he explained, moving to the book shelf. 

“In Fifty Shades Of Gray?” She joked with a smirk. 

“No” Arthur said nervously, his hands shaking as he flipped through a book. “Here” he held the book out to her. 

She took the book from his hands and started reading. 

“The one night of the year where the barrier between the living and the dead can be broken” she looked up at Arthur. “Arthur this is genius, how did you find this?” 

“It was next to…that other book. Keep reading” he motioned to the book. 

She read silently before looking up at him with wide excited eyes.

“Do you think it’s true?” She asked hopeful.

“No clue” he shrugged.

“If it’s true that means you can stay in this…timeline? Universe? Whatever they call it for good, we just have to figure out what’s…”

“What’s keeping me here? I’ve been trying to figure that out for a long time, sweetheart” he said softly. 

“Well, if this is right, we have until Halloween. In Halloween the barrier can be broken. What do you think that means?”

October 20th

Y/N woke up to her alarm buzzing on her side table. She turned off the alarm and started going through a few books. 

She lost herself reading into her topic before she heard his voice. 

“Thought you were standing me up, love” Arthur joked, sitting on her bed. 

“Sorry, I just got caught up reading about Halloween and that barrier. I went to the library and got all these books since the internet gave too many different versions and no clear answer” she looked up at him and smiled. 

“What?” He asked nervously. 

“You’re sitting on my bed” 

“So I am” he smiled, motioning to the books. “Have you found anything out?” 

“From what I can tell, Halloween will be like dead time for twenty-four hours but like…dead time amped up.” 

“You lost me sweetheart.” 

“The twenty-four hours of Halloween I won’t just be able to see and hear you, I think I’ll be able to touch you and you can touch me too” 

“For a whole twenty-four hours?” Arthur asked in awe. 

“If I read this right. I think I also found more on the topic of keeping you here…you know if you’d want to” she trailed her words off nervously. 

She hadn’t quite been able to admit to herself that she wanted him to stay, to stay with her specifically, so she didn’t know how to explain to him how much she wanted him to stay with her. 

“Stay here? With you?” He asked quietly. 

“Well…yeah. If you wanted.”  

“I’d love nothing more” he finally whispered, making a slight smile crawl onto her face. 

“Me too.”

October 22nd

“Sweetheart” Y/N woke up to the sound of Arthur’s voice. 

“Babe, my alarm hasn’t gone off yet” she sleepily turned over in her bed. 

Arthur smiled to himself at the pet name.

“It’s 3:20 am, love” Arthur said softly. 

“What?” She sat up. “My alarm didn’t go off, I’m sorry honey.” 

“Shh, shh, go ahead and sleep, I can wait till tomorrow.” 

“No no” she rubbed her eyes. “I’m not wasting any time I get to be with you” she stretched. 

Arthur smiled lovingly at her, he knew. Living, dead, any universe, any timeline, any dimension, she was it for him.

October 25th 

Y/N walked into the kitchen and smiled when she read the fridge. 

“Good morning Arthur” she grabbed the heart magnet that she had added to the fridge and placed it next to the words he left her on the fridge before taking a picture of the message that read ‘good morning beautiful love’. 

She turned and made her coffee, hearing the magnets move on the fridge. She turned around to read the message. 

“Have a surprise for you tonight” she read out loud with a twinkle in her eye. “Can’t wait sweetheart.” 

October 26th

“There she is, my dead time darling” Arthur chuckled as he sat on her bed. 

“My handsome dead time prince” she smiled back, putting her phone down. 

“It’s never been more torturous that I can’t touch you, love” he said, throwing himself on the bed. 

She giggled watching him. 

“So, what’s the surprise babe?” She straightened up and sat curiously. 

“Oh yeah” he reached into his pocket and placed a ring on the bed in front of her. “I made that for you.” 

“You did?” She said with a soft voice and wonder in her eyes. “It’s beautiful.” 

“It’s just paper, love. But I wanted to give you something and I read in a book where a guy gave a girl a ring to show how he cared about her” he shrugged. 

“I love it” she smiled and slipped the ring on her finger. “Thank you honey.” 

“Of course. Anything for you” he grinned. 

“You’re right you know” she whispered. 

“About?” He looked up at her with question. 

“It’s never been more torturous that I can’t touch you."

A wide smile adorned Arthur’s face.

October 28th 

“I figured it out” Y/N excitedly said, walking into the kitchen and putting a book on the table. “I went to a book store and got a specialty book. It says that the reason why spirits get stuck in the sort of limbo you’re in is because something is unfulfilled. You’re missing something that’s keeping you from crossing over or becoming whole in a sense again…does that make sense?” She looked towards the magnets on the fridge.

‘Yes’ the magnets on the fridge read. 

“Do you know what you need to be…complete?” She said out loud and waited for the magnets to move again. 

‘No clue’ the magnets showed. 

“Well I have to work so I’ll try to think about it and you have all day to see if anything pops into your mind” she said out loud. 

‘Later beautiful’ the magnets moved to make out. 

“Can’t wait for our dead time date, handsome” she smiled and grabbed her coffee.

October 29th

“You looked so gorgeous today” Arthur smiled sitting on Y/N’s bed as she sat on her phone. 

“You look handsome as ever,” she grinned. “Did you figure anything out?” 

“I could only think of one thing” he shrugged, looking away. 

“Well what is it?” She looked at him curiously. 

“Don’t make me say it Y/N” he said softly. 

“Please? Anything to help figure out how to get you to stay here” she almost pleaded with him.

“You” he said quietly, not bringing his eyes to her. 

“Oh” she whispered. “Aren’t you just the cutest puppy ever?” She beamed as her eyes threatened to fill with tears. 

He tilted his head at her confused, almost with a hurt expression. 

“What?”

“No, no it’s a good thing, it’s a good thing honey. It means you’re adorable like…really adorable” her last words were spoken lightly. 

October 30th

“Tomorrow is the day” Arthur happily said as he walked into Y/N’s room. 

“Yep, less than twenty four hours” she said a bit deflated.

“What’s wrong, gorgeous girl? Are you not excited?” Arthur asked concerned. 

“I’m really excited…I’m just scared” she said smally. 

“Scared?” Arthur tilted his head in question. 

“Of what comes after” she took a deep breath. “What if I can figure out how to get you to stay?”

“Then we try again next year,” Arthur shrugged. 

“You can wait until next year?” She looked up at him with wide eyes. 

“I’ve waited my whole life for you, what’s another year?” Arthur grinned. 

A small smile widened on Y/N’s face. She knew she would wait forever for him if that’s what it took. He was her person.

October 31st- 12.01 am

Arthur approached the bed slowly, sitting next to y/n who was still asleep. He extended his hand, eager to find out if it was true. And it was.

He was finally able to touch her. He slowly caressed her cheek with the back of his finger, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as y/n slowly moved in her sleep. 

“My love..” he whispered softly, as she shifted more under the covers. His hand didn’t leave her cheek as she opened her eyes and looked straight up at him.

“Arthur…?” she sat up on the bed looking at his watery eyes. 

“It’s true” he said with a trembling voice as she took his hands in hers. “Can you feel it?”

Y/n didn’t reply, she just kissed his palm and then reached over and gave him the warmest and most loving hug he had ever experienced. 

Many minutes later, they broke the hug, both teary eyed and smiling. 

“It’s amazing” he smiled, kissing her hands.

“It is..” her voice broke again, and she sighed.

“Don’t think about it my love” he said, reading her thoughts, “we’ll figure it out. I promise” he brought his fingers to her chin to have her look at him again, and approached her a little more. 

Looking deep into his eyes and feeling her heart beating fast, in sync with his own, she approached a bit more. Arthur smiled lightly for a second before their lips touched ever so softly, and seconds later his hand rested on her cheek as he deepened the kiss and his other hand caressed her hair, and she reluctantly put her own on his chest. 

October 31st - Day

Y/N took her coffee to her room, looking for Arthur or any sign of him the whole way. She sighed, putting her coffee on her dresser and changing. She looked in the mirror, tilting her head wondering if her outfit looked alright for the day. 

“Absolutely beautiful” Arthur spoke as he wrapped his arms around her from behind with a wide smile. 

“Thank you Arthur, always a gentleman” she smiled resting her hands on his arms. 

“I can touch you, this is wonderful” Arthur sighed. 

“I can feel you, actually feel you. I love Halloween” she smiled widely as she watched them both in the mirror. 

“I hope you’re ready for an amazing day sweetheart” Arthur smiles at her in the mirror. 

“Amazing and stressful…we have to figure out how to keep you here. That book was not helpful” she said sadly. 

“Don’t stress beautiful, we’ll figure it out” Arthur comforted, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

They spent the day mostly touching and holding each other, cuddling into each other’s arms and talking about how they’ll manage to keep Arthur in y/n’s dimension. 

“I’m sure it has to do with you… you’re what i’m missing to be complete..but I have no idea how we have to do it, like..do we have to say a spell or something? Or is it just the..uh..what we feel? Because I’m feeling really complete already..” Arthur said, going over the book for the millionth time while they were seated on the living room sofa. 

“I don’t know” y/n whispered, absent-mindedly caressing the paper ring on her finger. She took a look at the big clock on the wall, sighing. Time was relentlessly running out, and she hated that sting on her chest when thinking the day was going to be over soon.

“Okay” Arthur closed the book and placed it on the coffee table, “let’s leave it alone for a little. Maybe it’s already happened..maybe our..our connection, our feelings have already done the job. Forget it for a minute and come here” he opened his arms and she shoved herself in them, closing her eyes. 

“Here, let’s read something else for a change” he said, “wait here."

He came back seconds later, holding another book. LOVE POEMS of Frederick Douglas Harper the title read.

“I never saw that in the library before” yn said as Arthur sat back next to her and she went through the book. 

“I’ve been reading it” Arthur said “mostly after our dead time dates. Come back here” he opened his arms again and she made herself comfortable, resting her head on his lap as he randomly chose a page.

“Let’s see what we got…oh, that’s a great one.”

His soft deep voice filled the room as he read for her, she had closed her eyes and it felt as if they were the only people in the world, he held the book with one hand and caressed her hair with the other and she thought there was nothing else that she could ask for; she had everything, right there.

THE RIGHT TIME, THE RIGHT WAY

 I needed someone— 

I needed someone special; 

My eyes lay upon your face— 

In anticipation but doubt; 

I was so touched by the softness of your eyes, 

The grace of your stance, 

The peacefulness of your temperament; 

Your presence responded to my need and wish; 

You came to me, 

At the right time; 

You came to me, 

In the right way.

She slowly wiped her eyes, hoping he wouldn’t notice. But he did.

“My love?”

“I’m okay” she lifted herself off his lap and saw his eyes were watery too. They sat there, looking into each other’s eyes, not talking for many minutes. She caressed his cheek and he smiled softly to her, and without a word she leaned on his shoulder and he opened the book again. 

He read and read to her for hours, until the clock struck 11 times, making them both lift their heads to look at it, and then each other. 

One more hour. 

October 31st - 11:50 PM

“I can’t do this” Y/N said softly as she laid in Arthur’s arms. 

“Yes you can darling” Arthur comforted rubbing her head gently.

“How? How am I supposed to just be fine with the fact that I might have less than ten minutes with you?” 

“We’ll always have dead time,” Arthur whispered. 

He was trying to convince himself more than her that things would work out if nothing they did that day helped him stay permanently with her. 

“I guess that’s an upside but…” she sat up and faced him. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you turned my life upside down in the best way possible. I can’t believe I was scared of you at first…you’re my comfort person.” 

“Oh sweetheart” he took both of her hands in his and pulled her to him. “I can’t believe, out of all people in the world to own this house, you walked into my life. You, who woke up every night for an hour in the middle of the night just to spend time with me. Who figured out a way for us to talk when it wasn’t dead time…you breathed life into my dying soul my love.” 

“Arthur” she breathed, fighting the tears welling in her eyes. “How can I do this? How can I be without you? Especially now?”

“Listen my love” he pulled her into his lap and held her tightly. “I know we might not have long left, but I need you to know, while I can still hold you, that I existed for many years after I existed my years on earth…but I never truly lived until the moment I saw you.” 

“I’ll live out the rest of my days only being able to see you for an hour in the middle of the night and feel you once a year because I don’t want anyone else. I love you” she looked up at him. 

“I love you too, you have no idea how much” he rushed out before pressing his lips to hers in a fierce kiss. 

She clutched to him the second they pulled away and she sobbed into his chest. 

“Please don’t leave me” she begged, gripping him tighter.

“I’m trying my love, I’d never leave you if it was my choice” he rubbed her hair comfortingly. 

“I can’t lose you, Arthur” she sobbed.

“I can’t lose you either sweetheart, we’ll never let that happen” he whispered to her. “I’m going to be right here with you for the last-“ he paused as he looked at the clock. 

“What?” She asked concerned as she noticed his pause. 

“It’s 12:04 AM” he said softly as if he couldn’t believe it.

“It is?” She jumped up from his lap. “It’s after midnight? It worked?!” She turned to Arthur. 

“Something we did today worked…I wonder what it was” he said in thought. 

“I don’t care what it was” she kissed him sweetly. “I still have you and that’s all that matters.” 

“I meant it, every word. I love you and I’m never leaving you darling” he slowly kissed her forehead.

“I’m so scared to even sleep in case this is all a dream” she sighed. 

“It’s not a dream, this is the most real that anything has ever been for me” he smiled at her lovingly. “Get some sleep love.” 

“Only if you’re sleeping with me” she returned the smile with a small giggle.

“I thought that was a given” he chuckled half tackling her to lay down on the bed.

November 1st

She woke up, stretching in her bed before stopping in her tracks. Her heart rate picked up when she searched the bed and realized she was alone.

“Arthur?” She called out, her heart twisting a little more when she didn’t get a reply. 

“No, no, no, this can’t be happening” she said to herself as she searched every room, coming up empty. 

She thought for a moment and remembered the magnets on the fridge, if nothing else she would at least know he’s still there in some way. She ran to the kitchen and froze when she saw the sight in front of her. 

Arthur stood at the stove with a wide smile on his face.

“Good morning my love, did you sleep well?” He made his way to her and kissed her quickly. 

“Arthur, you scared me. I woke up and you were gone” she pouted. 

“I’m sorry, I wanted to make you breakfast. Never too soon to start spoiling the love of my…lives” he chuckled. She giggled and shook her head at him. “I told you, you’re stuck with me now” he rubbed her arms gently. 

“I’m a lucky girl” she smiled up at him in awe. “Now we just have to get you acquainted with the world the way it is today.” 

“Piece of cake” Arthur smiled.

[steveharrington]

21 & 22 also hi i'm a big fan

hi so nice to meet my supporters

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

hmmm there’s so much to choose from… this is weird but i’m gonna say like. character deaths. i feel like people vastly overestimate and exaggerated how sad these deaths supposedly are and i’m NOT saying this to be edgy and i DO think some of them are really sad okay like. the first couple hit!!! benny and barb and bob all make me emotional even if barb’s actual death scene does make me laugh bc they literally interspersed clips of her dying with stancy fucking which is hard to take serious. but like i cannot for the life of me relate to people who are sad alexei died. who are sad chrissy died. even eddie’s actual death scene is so hollow and forced to me that the scene itself doesn’t make me sad in the slightest and i Only get emotional thinking about the hypothetical feelings of the other characters, which we didn’t even get to see!!! ppl will inevitably be sad when the designated Born To Die character in s5 dies. i feel like st saw how much barb and bob affected people and they were like oh let’s do that every season then! but barb was sad because she was nancy’s childhood best friend and we spent a lot of time examining nancy’s grief over it, bob was sad because he offered hope for joyce that she could have a safe and stable life and his death was like ripping away her last shred of hope. alexei and chrissy to me aren’t developed or integral to the story nearly enough for me to be sad that they’re dead i’m SORRY

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

ugh lucas’ storylines……s1 baby lucas so intent on getting his missing friend back that he goes to stake out a government lab BY HIMSELF and struggles to trust an outsider who he instinctively blames for the horrors until he empathizes with her and ultimately becomes her bestie…..s2 lucas developing feelings for max but literally being threatened and eventually attacked by her 18 year old racist brother and STILL making sure max knows that she’s a separate person who he cares about…..s3 lucas slaying bc that’s kinda all they let him do that season…….s4 lucas hoping he can thrive in high school and start a new chapter where he can feel socially accepted and kinda make a path for himself with a new interest but now max won’t talk to him and he’s worried about her and terrified for her wellbeing and no matter how much he tries to communicate this to her she continues to self isolate until finally his love for her is LITERALLY what saves her fucking life and also one of his friends dies horribly and it’s only given like 2 seconds of attention even though he’s clearly affected by it. god. all of lucas’ story arcs are so rich and compelling and no one ever wants to talk about him!!!!!!!!!

[justhere4thevibez]

If your up for the prompt, domme!chrissy has been on my mind lately! Maybe something soft/comfort after Eddie has a bad day or whatever feels right!

this is heavy on the hurt/comfort, and it takes a bit to get into the smut (how do I keep writing 1k smut ficlets??)

cw for brief mention of child abuse

The moment Eddie stepped through the door, Chrissy knew something was wrong. He never trudged unless something was really bothering him.

“Bad day?” she asked, leaning up to peck him on the cheek.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, burying his face in her hair. “The worst.”

She cupped his jaw in her hands so she could look into his tired brown eyes. “Want to talk about it?”

He shrugged, completely downcast.

“Okay, baby, go sit on the couch,” she said, giving him a gentle nudge. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

She made a cup of tea, adding in a heaping spoonful of sugar just the way he liked, and brought it over. He looked so tired. Not much really got to Eddie, but once something did, it hit him like a mack truck. But that’s what she was here for. To help him. To take care of him. To hold him together when the world tried to tear him apart.

Kneeling at his feet, she gently unlaced his shoes and took them off one by one.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said quietly, but she hushed him with a hand on his knee.

“Let me take care of you,” she said, gentle but firm.

Once she’d finished taking off his shoes, she sat at the far end of the couch and coaxed Eddie over until his head rested in her lap. He nestled into her, pressing his face to her belly and letting out a long breath.

“Talk to me, sweetie,” she said, running her hands through his hair. “Tell me what happened.”

He closed his eyes as she scratched slow circles into his scalp, melting into her touch.

“There’s this, uh, kid Matt in my class,” he began, his voice slow and heavy. “He’s a good kid, but I think… things are rough at home for him. Just little things, but I know what it’s like. Been there, you know?”

“That’s hard, baby,” Chrissy said, rubbing from his scalp to his ears. “Is that what’s got you so upset?”

“Nah, it’s fucking Higgins,” he said, stretching like a cat under her soothing touch. “I told him about it—I wanted to get help for him. But he said we don’t have enough evidence to interfere.” He let out a frustrated breath, his voice hitching. “Matt comes in with bruises on his arm that are a dead ringer for fingerprints, but we need more fucking evidence. I just—I feel so helpless.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, wiping away the tear that trickled down his cheek. “I’m so sorry, Eddie. This isn’t your fault.”

“But I should be able to fix it,” he said fiercely, his voice shaking with rage or sadness or maybe both. “I’m his teacher. I should be able to help him.”

“Hey.” She made her voice firm to get his attention. “You’re doing everything you can. Tomorrow we’ll go talk to Hop, okay? We’ll figure this out together.”

He nodded, still teary, and she kissed him gently, tasting the salt on his lips. Her tenderhearted boy, so willing to look out for others and do the right thing only to have it thrown back in his face. No wonder he was exhausted.

“We’ll do everything we can for Matt tomorrow,” she said, stroking his scalp. “And tonight I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, finally relaxing. “Thank you.”

“Of course, sweetie,” she said, working her way down his shoulders and across his back with soothing touches. “You’re so busy taking care of other people you don’t take time to care for yourself. But that’s my job, isn’t it?”

He nodded, his eyes still closed. “You take such good care of me.”

“And I always will,” she whispered, kissing her way across his tearstained cheeks.

Her hands made their way down to his jeans and began fiddling with the button. Eddie opened his eyes a crack, confused.

“What’re you doing?” he asked, his brow wrinkled.

“Shh, baby, just relax,” Chrissy said, smoothing his forehead as she wrapped her free hand around his cock. “Let me do this for you, okay?”

She jerked him off slowly, rubbing her thumb over his tip with every stroke and keeping her other one tangled in his hair. The weight of her fingers on his head kept him down and sweet, though each firm, steady slide of her hand against his shaft pulled shivers and whimpers from his lips.

“Good boy,” she murmured, keeping up with that slow, torturous pace. “You’re so good. So caring. That’s one of the reasons I love you, you know that?”

“Love you, too,” he murmured, sounding almost drunk from her touches.

He always got like this when she worked him up slowly, reveling in the touch itself just as much as the pleasure she pulled from him. But he was getting close. She could tell by the way his hips rutted mindlessly, chasing her hand every time she pulled away. God, he was so beautiful like this, so shameless. It made her cunt throb with want.

Later, maybe. When he was a little more himself. He did adore eating her out.

“You going to cum for me?” she asked, rubbing his cock just a little faster. “Are you going to be my good boy?”

“Yes,” he said, thrusting into her hand. “Want to—be good—”

“You are,” she said, kissing him tenderly. “Cum for me, good boy.”

With a shout and a stuttering of his hips, he came, covering her hand in his spend. She worked him through it sweetly, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from him until he was panting and trembling.

“So good, sweetheart,” she murmured, stroking his sweaty forehead with her clean hand. “That was beautiful, baby.”

He smiled, the most relaxed he’d been all afternoon. And when he opened his eyes, she saw him. Her Eddie, back from that distant, sad place he’d been in earlier.

“Did I make a mess?” he asked, biting his lip in a way that looked shy, but which she knew was eager.

“You did, baby,” she said, showing him her sticky hand. “You want to clean it up for me?”

“Yes, please,” he said, sliding down so he was kneeling in front of the couch. “And then, can I—”

He licked his lips hungrily, and she laughed. Yes, her Eddie was definitely back.

She tilted her head in contemplation, as though she hadn’t already decided he could do whatever he wanted tonight. Just to prolong the suspense.

“Only if you’re very good.”

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[cambria-writes]

ETA 27 Nov 2022: it has taken me literally weeks to realize that this is chapter thirteen, that i posted as chapter twelve, and that there’s a whole almost 4K words missing between this and the chapter i posted before it. i cannot express how much of an utter fucking buffoon i feel like please forgive me oh my god

hello! i think i proofread this, but as i mentioned before I wrote all of this in a trance after a really shit day so. honestly who knows.

i actually. i'm super insecure about this and i really don't. i don't know man. i'm trying not to make reader a mary-sue but i'm also fighting tooth and nail with myself about the fact that it wouldn't matter even if she was. my inner demons are bitches fr. send help

if i'm totally real i might. i might rewrite this and shove a few things into the next chapter. i don't know. i don't know!!

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader rating: M, each chapter rated individually warnings: swearing, bleading, minor injuries, author was dissociated while writing basically, pacing is off the charts word count: 4,481

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The silence in the RV is practically deafening. Your skin feels too tight and your head feels full of cotton. It’s hard to think past the anxiety of it. For years, now, you’ve had to deal with nightmares, visions and horrifying knowledge that wouldn’t be believed. Years of being made to feel like Cassandra; bringer of prophecy and never believed. You’ve had to watch people die over and over again, without any ability to do anything about it. 

You haven’t had much time to stop and think about why you have powers now in the first place. It’s connected to Eleven opening the gate in ‘83, that much you know. Well, you assume. The timing is a little bit too convenient for these things not to be connected. 

What you’re not sure about is why all of a sudden you can do things now, instead of just having to spectate. You’re filtering through the events that you remember seeing, but nothing matches up with the timing. Nothing happened right before the night you first plane shifted. Even Chrissy was… even that was after.

A part of you wants to believe it’s just a reactionary thing; maybe some part of you is connected to the Upside Down, maybe it’s just nature providing its new predator with a foil. When you sigh, a hand comes down on your shoulder. You’re sat on the ground between Eddie’s legs; you don’t need to look up to know he’s wanting to ask what’s wrong. You shake your head and wave him off. 

You’re overthinking things again. 

When Steve hits the brakes on the RV, you slowly get up and follow Lucas, Erica and Sam to the door. You stop on the last step and look out at the house in front of you. 

“Well that’s… that looks safe.” 

Lucas snorts and Max turns around to look at you. 

“Welcome to Creel Manor,” Max says, extending an arm out towards the run down building. 

“Wait,” you say, when the three are about to walk off into the house. You reach out to grab Lucas’ hand and put your handgun, grip first, into it. “The safety’s already off, so be careful. Just…” You look from Lucas’ shocked face to the house, behind you to the RV, and back to the boy in front of you. “Anyone show up, aim for the legs, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Lucas agrees, quietly, looking from the gun back to you. “Enough people dead already, right?” 

When you give him a pat on the shoulder, the thought comes to you. You run back in to tell Steve to wait for you for just a second, grab one of the soda’s from your designated pack by Eddie’s feet, and run back out, past the kids, straight to the front door. 

“Hey, what are you—” Erica starts, but you hiss at the lot of them. 

“Shut up, I need to focus.” 

You use the corroded knob on the front door to pop open the soda and chug it as fast as you can. It burns the entire way down, and when the bottle is empty you feel like you’re five seconds away from regurgitating it all back up. You take a few deep breaths to steady yourself, and place your hand on the panels covering what you know is a stained glass window underneath. 

You have no idea if this is going to work. You know this is at least an eighth level spell, and you have no way of knowing what can or can’t work with you. You’ve used different schools so far—alteration, divination, necromantic—so there’s no real way to know for sure. 

Nevertheless, you close your eyes, try your best to develop a mental image of the front porch you’re standing on, and take one last deep breath.

On the exhale, you whisper something low enough that you know that no one else could've possibly heard you. 

Immediately, the wooden panel under your hand splits, and you can hear the bushes around the porch rustle. You can hear the three kids calling after you behind you, mostly panicked. When you pull you hand away from the door and look at your palm, there’s a small gash where the splintered wood cut the skin open. 

You ball your hand into a fist and wipe the blood from your nose before turning around. You toss the empty bottle into the bushes and ignore Lucas and Erica in favour of walking up to Max.

“Remember what I said at the lake,” you say, sternly, clenching your jaw against the headache pounding behind your eyes. “You’re not responsible for this. It’s not your job to fix this alone.” 

“Yeah,” Max breathe, nodding shortly. 

You bite your lips and nod once before running back up and in to the RV. Steve speeds off before the door even shuts behind you, and Eddie is right there, grabbing you by the shoulders with a force that startles. 

“What the hell was that?” 

“Contingency,” you say quietly, slowly reaching up to pull his hands off your shoulders. “I don’t have to think about or do everything, but I can at least give myself a plan B.” 

“And what’s your plan B, exactly?” You hear Robin ask. You turn your head to look over your shoulder at Nancy before looking back up at Eddie. You let him reach up to swipe a thumb over your upper lip.

“Evac.”

“Okay,” Nancy starts, pushing herself away from the front seats to look back at the rest of you. “I wanna run through it one more time. Phase one.”

“We meet Erica at the playground,” Robin says, voice calm and low. “She’ll signal Max and Lucas when we’re ready.”

“Phase two.”

“Max baits Vecna,”Steve says, hands on his hips. “He’ll go after her, which’ll put him in his trance.”

Nancy nods. “Phase three?” 

“Me and Eddie draw the bats away.”

“And if anything goes wrong?” Nancy prompts, and you raise your hand from behind Eddie. 

“I plane shift them back, we take the bikes and meet up with Erica.”

“Four.”

“We head into Vecna’s hopefully newly bat-free lair and… flambé.” Robin says, holding up one of the Molotovs.

“Nobody moves onto the phase phase until we’ve all copied,” Nancy starts, before looking pointedly at you. “Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what. Got it?” 

You just nod while the rest voice their confirmation and swallow thickly. It’s obvious she knows you’ve got a plan no one else is involved in, and she seems adamant in letting you know not to resort to it. 

And you can’t make promise like that. Not for this. 

When everyone moves for their gear, after you’ve picked up your bag from the floor, you grab Eddie by the arm and hold him back. 

“Hey, you trust me, right?” You ask, letting your hand slide down to his once he’s stopped to turn around to face you. He frowns but nods once. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says, sounding unsure. “Yeah, of course. Why…” 

You take a second to bite your lip. “Word of Recall,” you whisper, tightening your fingers around his hand. “That’s what I used. Just… just in case.” 

“Hey, what’s the hold up?” Steve calls out, poking his head in through the door. “We’re on a time crunch here guys.” 

“Yeah, sorry,” you apologize quickly, dropping Eddie’s hand and bolting before he can say anything. You pull your bag around to your front and rummage through the contents to grab a switch knife and tuck it into your right front pocket. 

Inside the trailer, you move past the gate and head straight for the bathroom. 

“Hey, I get that this is really stressful and we probably won’t be able to use the bathroom in a while but,” Robin starts, following you and pausing in the doorway.

Your hand is deep under the sink’s cabinet, reaching for the two cans of hairspray you know are tucked in there. 

“Okay now I’m even more confused.” 

While you stuff the cans into your bag, you pull out a zippo with your free hand. 

“They hate fire,” you explain shortly, tugging harshly on the bag’s ties before getting up on the floor. “I know it’s not part of the Grand Plan or whatever but honestly I’d rather be safe.” 

Robin just stands there and looks at you for a second before shrugging her shoulders. “Suit yourself, as long as you don’t blow yourself up.”

Thankfully, going through the gate doesn’t bring or induce anything awful this time. When Nancy and Robin pull you up to your feet after dropping in, you stand to the side just to listen. Your head stays blissfully free of any lich telepathy. You glance quickly over at Nancy, who’s grabbing the weapons Eddie’s throwing up through the gate, and can’t help but wonder. 

You shake the thoughts out of your head and, once everyone and everything is through safely, you head out the door, behind Dustin. Eddie’s just put his hand at your lower back when Steve turns around. 

“Hey, guys, listen” he calls out, making his way back over to the three of you. He points at you. “If things here start to go south—”

“Abort, take them back,” you finish for him, heaving your back higher up on your shoulder. “We’ve been through that, I know.” 

“Right. Just, draw the attention of the bats, keep ‘em busy for a minute or two, and we’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute, or, be a hero or something.” You notice how Steve seems to be looking more intently at Dustin, now. “You guys are just—”

“Decoys,” Dustin interrupts. “Don’t worry, you can be the hero, Steve.” You can’T help but snort. 

‘Absolutely, I mean,” Eddie continues, and vaguely gestures at the three of you. “Look at us. We are not heroes.”

Steve looks pointedly at you again and you put your hands up. 

“Hey, I’m not a hero either man, I’m just the party cleric.” 

Steve looks entirely unconvinced, though that might just be the nerves showing. He nods, and moves to walk away, but Eddie takes a step forward and calls out to him. He looks back at Dustin, then over his other shoulder to you, before saying, “Make him pay.”

Red lightning strikes immediately followed by a clap of thunder. You flinch at the sound, immediately followed by yelp when you feel something at your elbow. 

“Hey, sorry,” Dustin says, leaning away and putting his hand up. “You alright?”

“Yeah, sure,” you mutter, clearing your throat. “Come on,” you say a little louder, tapping Dustin’s arms and moving towards one of the other trailers. “Time to set up.” 

While Eddie and Dustin go through the Munson trailer to get the amp, wires and his beloved Warlock, you busy yourself with getting the ladder. You prop it up against the side of the trailer as best you can so it won’t be too wobbly, and make your way onto the roof. You let your bag drop and give a few thumps with your feet. When you hear Dustin shouting, you smirk and move to grab the length of rope you’d stashed in your bag. You work to loop part of it around your waist and tie it as tightly as you can manage, sit just beyond the ladder, and toss the rest of the rope down.

The front door makes you jump when it slams open, and you sigh when you hear Dustin whooping. 

“You ready for the most metal concert ever?!”

“I would’ve rather be at the Hideout to hear Eddie play for the first time but I guess this fuckin’ works,” you return, leaning back on your hands. “Hurry up losers, we’re wasting daylight.” 

“Yeah, calm your tits, woman,” Eddie grumbles, hitching the amp higher in his arms. “Isn’t even any daylight in this place anyways.” 

When they’re up next to the ladder, Dustin carefully ties the handle of the amp before making his way up the ladder. Slowly, the two of you pull the amp up along the ladder. You scoot back as much as you can while Dustin grabs the thing and heaves it up onto the roof. The larger amps nearly make you slide off the edge of the roof, but after the second one, the other two don’t feel as heavy.

“You’re good!” You call out to Eddie, quickly untying the rope from your waist. You’re about to just toss it to the side, but quickly ball it up and toss it back into your bag. 

Eddie tosses the aux cords up first, then the spears. He goes back down to get the makeshift shield and, when he’s high enough up on the ladder, pulls the guitar from his back and passes it over into your waiting hands. 

“You find the generator?” You ask, passing the guitar off the Dusting, who carey gingerly leans it up against the amp.

“Yeah, just gimme a minute to get it running,” Eddie says, strained, before letting himself slide back down the ladder. You cross you arms and worry at your lower lip while you start to pace. 

“So,” Dustin starts, and when you look over at him he’s got his hands behind his back and is rocking back and forth on his feet. “How long have you and Eddie been a thing?” 

Though you do your best impression of a blank stare, you feel your stomach drop and your heart leap into your throat. 

“What?” He whines, easing his back and forth swaying and brings his arms in front of his to gesture at you. “Have you seen  the two of you?” 

“Bullshit,” you spit, leaning down to grab your bag. “He’s like that with everyone. Besides, I haven’t even seen him in like, three years. We barely know each other.” 

“Uh huh,” Dustin nods, and you groan when he looks entirely unconvinced and very much like a little shit. “Look, I’m just saying! He doesn’t look at us that way!” 

“Look at you in what way, dude? He looks at me with eyes and a face like a normal human.” 

“He looks at you,” Dustin starts again, lowering his voice and walking up to you. “Like you’re a ghost he never thought he’d see again.” 

You scoff and turn your head away. “Yeah well, he’s not wrong.” 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

“It means we’re different, kid,” you say quietly, pulling out a hand to inspect your suddenly very interesting nails. “A lot has happened since ‘83. Maybe he’s the same, but I’m not.” 

“No, you’re right.” And the shock of his agreement has you looking back at Dusting. “I mean, a lot has happened in three years, sure. And yeah, I mean look at you, you’ve got legit superpowers now.”

“And massive trauma from seeing people die all the time.” 

“And massive trauma fr—wait. You saw people die?” 

You turn away again and run a hand down your face. 

“Yeah. Yeah I did. I saw Nancy’s friend get caught by a demogorgon. Some scientist at the lab. Bob, all the people that got turned into—into goop. Fucking, Billy.” You take in a stuttering breath. Somewhere not too far away you hear Eddie swearing before the sound of a generator starting drowns him out. “Any time someone died because of the Upside Down, I was there. I saw it.”

“Shit,” Dustin whispers. 

“Yeah. Shit.”

The sound of the generator cuts out, and Eddie’s is audible again. You exhale sharply through your nose and turn back to face Dustin. 

“Can you promise me something?” 

“Uh,” Dustin takes a step back and frowns. “That depends entirely on what the promise is.”

You lick your lips and point at him. “No matter what happens, okay,” you start, pointing down at your bag. “And I don’t give a flying but about Wheeler’s plan. No matter what happens, once we get out of here, I need you to distract Eddie for me.” 

“What, why would you—”

“I’m expecting an answer, Henderson, not an interrogation. Will you or won’t you?”

The frown stays on his face a second longer before realization takes over his features. Not a good kind of realization. 

“When you were talking about evac,” he starts slowly, first turning to walk away before turning back to point at you. “You were talking about Max.” 

“Dustin,” you warn, voice low. 

“You were. You’re actually thinking about trying to be a hero.” 

“I’m not! I’m just, this is stupid!” 

“What’s stupid now?” Eddie calls from the ground, and no sooner you turn around to face the ladder does an extension cord come flying over the edge. You and Dustin both stand by and watch it slowly slide back over the edge. “Seriously guys, hello?” 

Dustin moves first to kneel at and look over the edge. You huff and make yourself useful and start plugging up the amps and the guitar. Once Dustin manages to grab the extension cord—after several almost-hilarious failures—it’s a quick fix to get the amps plugged in.

You barely have a second to breathe before the walking crackles to life.

“She’s in, move on to phase three.” 

“Fuck,” you mutter, turning to Eddie while Dustin confirms. “Remember, no funny business. THe bats show up, we go in, and we get the fuck out of here.” 

“And if shit hits the fan, we’ve got you,” Eddie confirms, surprising you by pulling you to him with a hand behind your neck, and knocking your foreheads together. “Get ready to have your mind blown.” 

You almost laugh and slowly take a few steps back when he lets you go. Dustin walks up next to you after turning the amps up as far as they’ll go, and nudges you with an elbow. You smack him upside the head with a scowl in return. Eddie whispers something you don’t quite catch when he rips the guitar pick from around his neck, and starts to play. 

Your whispered ‘what the fuck’ is lost in the opening bars of Master of Puppets. Next to you, Dustin seems to appreciate Eddie’s performance, but you can’t help the slack-jawed, shocked look you know is on your face. That song came out barely three weeks ago. 

Dustin smacks you in the arm, looking absolutely delighted while bobbing his head to the song. You frown and nod—yeah this is. For a once man show in hell surrounded by murderous everything, this really… this really isn’t that bad.

It’s not too long after, once Dustin’s taken a look through his binoculars, that the countdown starts. You throw your bag over your shoulder and run for the edge of the roof where you know a truck is parked and hop down. You can barely hear Dustin calling out for ten seconds by the time you’ve opened the door beyond the fence. You hear the clatter of the guitar against the roof and usher the two of them in through the fence. By the time you slam the door shut behind you and the three of you are in the trailer, you’re lightheaded from holding your breath. 

Slumped against the door, you can help but chuckle when both Dustin and Eddie start jumping up and down like excited kids. Though you’re glad they’re capable of having a good time about this, you really wish adrenaline could have the same effect on you.

You really just feel like vomiting, and the sound of a swarm of shrieking bats outside isn’t making things any easier. 

When you hear the tell-tale thump of bats landing on the roof, while Eddie and Dustin move to stand back to back just underneath the gate, you once again move past them to the bathroom. Reach under the sink, and pull… three? Alright, cool, three more cans of hairspray. You drop them onto the mattress when you walk back out, and grab the two from your bag to throw them down too. You pause from where you’re sitting on the mattress, looking up and Eddie and Dustin. Eddie shrugs, just as confused when the trailer goes silent.

“Hey dipshits!” Dustin screams, and you’re shocked at how guttural it sounds. “Give up that easy huh?!”

“Dude shut up!” You whisper harshly, fishing for the lighter in your jacket 

“Is that really necessary?” Eddie asks, but before Dustin can say anything else there’s a thump on the roof,

And another. And the thumps are headed in… a specific direction? 

Spray in one and and lighter in the other, you slowly follow Eddie and Dustin as they make their ways toward—

“Tell me that’s not a fucking vent,” you whisper, nudging Eddie. 

“They can’t come in through there, can they?” Dustin asks. And you’re about to berate him for saying possibly the worst thing he could say in this situation when the plastic cover comes flying off.

You shove post Eddie and Dustin out of the way, flick your lighter and start spraying. 

The fire and heat shock you, but clearly not more than it shocked the bat who stuck it’s stupid little head inside. 

“Get out of the way!” Eddie shouts behind you, and though you back up a little, you keep the fire going until you realize what he’s. 

Eddie hops on the chair he slides over, hops on and jams the shield right into the ceiling. When it’s been quiet for a second, you let out a breathy laugh. 

“Would you look at that, the nails didn’t pop out.” You turn when the two high five each other, but frown and wave them down. “Wait hold up.”

“Are there any other vents?” Dustin asks, and Eddie doesn’t even say a word before he takes off for the other end of the trailer. 

You stay stock still under the gate, fingers gripping the can and lighter with sore fingers. You give yourself a moment to close your eyes in resignation when you hear a swarm of bats burst in through Eddie’s bedroom. 

“Come on!” You scream, motioning wildly at Dustin to get up and through the gate. “Get up there!” He swears the entire way to you, through the gate, and when he finally stands up on the other side, relatively safe and sound. You quickly grab your bag and scoop the hairspray back into it. 

“Leave that shit here!” Eddie yells, spear and second shield aimed at the slowly splintering door. “Get up there!” 

Tie the bag firmly shut and bring it to your front, pocket your lighter and jump up as high as you can to grip the rope. Just as unpleasant the third time around. You’re rolling off the mattress, clutching your bag for dear life and briefly wondering what the tipping point is for a glass bottle of soda to explode, when you notice Dustin’s shouting getting desperate. 

You scramble to your feet and trip over the mattress. When you look up,Eddie’s barely made it halfway up. 

And he’s just hanging there. 

“Eddie, please,” Dustin pleads, and the look on Eddie’s face makes your blood run cold. 

“Eddie,” you whine, grabbing the rope with one hand. “Edward Munson, I swear—”

“On your dad’s Elvis vinyl collection, I know,” he says quietly. But nevertheless, he lets himself drop back down and while Dustin is shrieking, Eddie.

Eddie cuts the god damn fucking rope. 

“No,” you growl. “No, no no no, no that lying piece of fuckign shit. Dustin, stop,” you call out, walking over and pulling him away from the table.

“What are you talking about, Eddie’s—”

“Eddie’s lucky he has a fucking plane shifting friend is what he is!” You shout, shoving Dustin toward the trailer door. “Go meet up with Erica, and don’t get caught. I’ll get us both back in one piece.”

“But—”

“Go!”

You’re fuming. Absolutely raging. You let yourself pace for a second before closing your eyes.

Your stomach drops. Your breath gets caught.

And for a wonderful fraction of a second, there’s no sound. 

And then it’s right back into the shrieking swarm of bats. And though you’re almost loathe to recognize it, you were right.

None of them come even close to touching you as the few stragglers left in the trailer fly out the door. You run out the door after them just in time to see Eddie pull a bike up off the ground. 

“Eddie, you son of a bitch!” You scream, barrelling into him to knock you both down to the ground.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” 

“Saving your stupid fucking idiotic traitor ass!” You shout back, awkwardly shimmying the bag off. “They can’t get me but they can get you, god, fuck, why did you do that,” you grind out between grit teeth, looming over Eddie with both hands braced on either side of his head to keep you up. 

You feel the brush of sharp wings and serrated tails on your back as the bats swarm around you, until you don’t. A quick glance to either side of you confirms that the bats are, in fact, trying to get to Eddie by crawling on the ground. You don’t even have time to question why the hell they’re so intent on him.

Eddie shoves you off as gently as you figure someone can manage in this kind of situation, and immediately reaches into your bag to grab a can of hairspray. You lunge for the bag on the ground and dump everything. Pull the switchblade out and cut a few inches of rope and unravel it. 

Pull out your lighter.

Flick it on. Carefully tie the rope around to keep the switch depressed and release.

Put the lighter down on the ground in front of you and reach for the hairspray.

Tie the rest of the rope down the length of the can to make sure the nozzle keeps spraying.

When you put it next to the lighter, it’s close enough to catch fire. 

You stumble back up on your feet and snatch the bottle of soda. By the time you have your free on Eddie’s shoulder to pull him back, he’s got the bats flying back up in the air, a column of fire keeping most of them away. 

“Count down to one for me,” you say, popping open the bottle of soda with your teeth. There’s a quick shot of pain before you take another swig, and you know you’ve chipped a tooth. “From five!”

“What the hell am I counting down to?” Eddie asks over his shoulder at you. 

“Do you trust me or not?”

You can see Eddie twisting his tongue. 

“Five.”

You close your eyes and take another swig of the soda. 

“Four.” 

Dry bushes, rotten wood, covered stained glass. 

“Three, and this better be good cause I’m running out!” 

You take a deep breath and think about derelict manors.. 

“Two!” 

“Cut the fire.” 

“What?!”

“You were supposed to say one,” you whisper. “Ravenloft.”

𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

@storiesbyrhi @anothermunsonsimp @doratheignora @alovesongshewrote

[callunavulgari]

Scrapbook 2024 | February

Fuck Tumblr's absolute bullshit new formatting. I used to be able to get three-four months out of this before I hit the limit, now I get one. Seriously. Fuck them.

Anyway, for anyone that’s new to this, this is how I keep track of all of the things that I enjoy and/or create throughout the year. I have literally been doing this since I had a livejournal.

It’s a nice little snippet of my life and helps to organize my brain.

A reminder:

Normal font - Indifferent/Neutral Italicized font - Enjoyed bold font - Loved with an asterisk* - All time favorite (bracketed titles) - Re-watches/Re-reads strikethough - Disliked

Goals are: read 70 books and write at least 50k of original content.

Past Years

MOVIES

(The Breakfast Club)

(Pacific Rim)

(Dune)

TV SHOWS

Percy Jackson & the Olympians

Avatar: TLA

(X-Files, s1)

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

YOUTUBE CHANNELS

Watcher: Top Five Beatdown

Try Guys? Eats Disney?

Beryl

BOOKS

System Collapse by Martha Wells

Divine Rivals by Rebecca Ross [Fin]

PODCASTS

Watcher Podcast

VIDEO GAMES

Stardew Valley: Dipper

POSTED FIC

you can have my isolation | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 4,618 words | “Pretty sure that I owe you a blowjob,” Eddie says flatly, eying Steve over the smoldering end of his cigarette.

baby, is he good to you? | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 9,106 words | “I don’t—” Steve sputters, setting his food aside before she jumps him. “Christ, Robin. I didn’t— I don’t have a thing for him!”

WIPS | UNPUBLISHED | ORIGINAL

February

486 words of Steddie singing neighbor meet cute

4336 words of Dead Girl Walking

1362 words of Steddie Tattoo AU

587 words of Breakfast Club AU

Fanmixes/Spotify Playlists/Graphics

February

steddie feelz: what it says on the tin

eddissy feelz: also what it says on the tin

rage mallgoth monday morning

eerie post-apocalyptic night

DELIGHTFUL FIC

February

paradise by the dashboard light. by oaseas | Stranger Things | Steddie | 154k | Things were weird in Hawkins. The fields were rotting, there was something in the woods, and Steve Harrington's Beemer had a new problem every week.

Run Me Through by GriefAbyss | Stranger Things | Steddie | 9k | Eddie and Steve have an arrangement - every Wednesday they meet up and have fantastic sex, even if they barely even talk to each other.

Shout if you want my heart by rustypeopleskillz | Stranger Things | Steddie | Eddie asks Steve to be his fake boyfriend so Wayne will stop pestering him to get out of Hawkins to stretch his wings. Steve says yes.

rising moon by jk_rockin | Stranger Things | Steddie | 13k | Steve gets bitten by a strange dog one hot summer night. It takes him a month, and a little outside help, to work out what's wrong with him.

Till I Kissed You by 96tears | Stranger Things | Steddie | 18k | When Eddie confesses he’s never got the big deal about kissing, Steve teases him about it, saying maybe it’s because Eddie’s a bad kisser.

you gotta get a reaction by jk_rockin | Stranger Things | Steddie | 10k | Steve actually likes Judas Priest.

blinking red light by cuips_not_cute | Stranger Things | Steddie | WIP | 11k | A sex tape is…crazy.

The Shire is NOT on Fire by kissesforcas | Stranger Things | Steddie | 54k | The kids convince Steve to take them all to a Renaissance Faire and LARP event.

like a heartbeat drives you mad by redbelles | Stranger Things | Eddissy | 5k | “Oh,” she squeaks out. “You mean like— like? Sex?”

Duality by broomclosetkink | Stranger Things | Eddissy | 55k | “Holy fuck, did I take acid?” he asks. Because he’s staring at himself in the mirror, but he is Chrissy Cunningham.

Big wheel keep on turning by prufrocks | Stranger Things | Steddie | 27k | A few months after Starcourt, Steve moves out of his parents' house and into a friend of a friend's empty RV.

Dying of love but it's okay by prufrocks | Stranger Things | Steddie | 16k | “But this,” Steve says, waving his hands between the two of them, “this is a one-time thing.”

Love’s A Hand-Me-Down Brew by beetlesandstars | ST | Steddie | “I think Eddie Munson flirted with me today.”

Looks like we're in for nasty weather by prufrocks | ST | Steddie | 41k | Steve doesn't know what the invisible force that attacked him in the woods is.

Right Where You Belong by WabiSabiPapi | ST | Steddie | 32k | “…Eddie?” the guy chokes out.

this time I'll sing along by jk_rockin | ST | Steddie | 7k | When Eddie laughs, it’s not a mean laugh; he’s not really laughing at Steve.

Honey, Honey (How You Thrill Me) by beetlesandstars | ST | Steddie | 5k | The second Steve steps inside, his nostrils flare, eyes widening.

Wanna See What You Can Take by a_lil_a_lot | ST | Steddie | 13k | So, never in a million years did Eddie expect to see Stevie in a random swimming pool in Indianapolis almost a decade later. Especially not like this.

soulmate soundtrack by hexiewrites | ST | Steddie | 10k | It's fucking LAST CHRISTMAS, by WHAM.

carve your name into my chest by hexiewrites | ST | Steddie | 42k | Eddie Munson just wanted to play hockey.

make some room by Adure | ST | Chrissy/Steve/Eddie | 15k | Eddie, down on his luck and back in Hawkins, crashes on his friends' couch while he licks his wounds.

don't go wastin your emotions by kissesforcas | ST | Steddie | 51k | "Steve 'the Hair' Harrington, a rage-filled barbarian, who knew?" Eddie says, like its a compliment, like Steve has ANY idea what that means.

sleep it off by Adure | ST | Steddie | 22k | "Why is this happening?" Eddie says, voice tight. Steve doesn't know. Steve barely knows what is happening, much less the why.

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

February

Eddie Munson || In The End

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

February

all american bitch - olivia rodrigo

magic pill - summamore

timezone - maneskin

harder, faster - wasp

teenage dirtbag - wheatus

heaven is a place on earth - belinda carlisle

18 - anarbor

white rabbit

sweet dreams - marilyn manson

hazbin hotel soundtrack

street spirit - radiohead

troubadour - perceval

hayloft ii - mother mother

bad feeling - jagward twin

chateau - djo

gloom - djo

petite fleur - jill barber

fire eater - charming disaster

teenage dream - girl puppy

[hellowhisperingstars]

The Present

Summary: The second ghost's form hits a little too close to home and Eddie sees what he's missing out on.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Words: 3.4K

Warnings: Y/N use, ghosts, drinking, and cursing. I think that's it.

A/N: Hello! Here is chapter 3. I'm not exactly pleased with it but it'll do! Please let me know what you think!

Previous - Series Masterlist - Forward

2:00 AM

Eddie groaned as he woke up to the feeling of fingers brushing through his bangs. It made him think of you. Blinking his eyes open, he stared around dazed before trying to focus on the person in front of him. "Y/N?"

“No, sorry.” The person said with a sad smile and a shake of her strawberry blonde head.

Eddie sat up quickly, swallowing the lump in his throat when he finally saw her. Chrissy. There she was in all her young cheerleading glory looking better then the day she died. Narrowing his eyes Eddie growled at the new ghost. “Dead mom fine, dead babysitter sure, but this…this is fucked up. Why her?” 

The ghost just shrugged her hands clutching the hem of her white cardigan, “We try to use forms that will resonate with you. Well most of us, the last ghost is a bit dramatic. Oh! I should introduce myself! I am the Ghost of Christmas Present!”

“So this is really happening? I’m not completely losing my mind?”

“You are not losing your mind.” She smiled at him. It was Chrissy’s smile but her personality so far wasn’t what he knew it to be and that helped him a bit, but looking at her didn’t really ease his guilt, it just reminded him how he had run away when she needed him. 

“No time to dwell!” She said, holding her hand out for him to grab like Mrs. Dunlap had. “We have to go! There’s many people to visit and not a lot of time!”

Biting his lip, Eddie sighed as he slapped his thighs and stood from the couch looking at Chrissy before his ring covered hand grabbed her outstretched one. There was no use in fighting this anymore. Might as well just give in and accept it. Taking a deep breath he was mentally preparing himself for the world to tilt when the sound of a window opening made him turn and look at it.

“Hold on tight!” She smiled as she ran towards the window, Eddie screaming in panic behind her.

“Nope. No no no no! This isn’t going to work!” 

“Trust me!” The ghost yelled with a giggle as she jumped out the window pulling him with her. 

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie yelled as he fell out of the window closing his eyes tightly waiting for the inevitable pain of falling a story down to the ground. But it never came, all he felt was wind in his hair as he peaked an eye open. He wasn’t falling. He was flying. Whipping his head around he looked at the sleeping town of Hawkins. “How?”

“It’s a ghost thing.” Chrissy shrugged as she pulled his hand. “Now come on! This way!”

Still scared of falling, Eddie held onto her hand with a death grip as they flew through the air. He watched as the town whizzed past them in a flurry of lights and snow. A little laugh left Eddie as they moved, he was always curious how it would feel to fly. It was invigorating, especially right now since he couldn’t feel the cold air around him. Almost all too soon they entered a neighborhood he recognized and landed on the fourth driveway on the right. “Gareths?”

“Your friends!” The cheerleader smiled as she walked towards the closed garage door where the muffled sound of music was heard. 

“Do we knock?” He asked as he followed her.

“No need,” She said, her ponytail swishing as she walked through the door. Her arms reaching out with a gesture for him to join her inside the garage. When he didn’t she stuck her head out of the door, “Come on!”

“Walking through walls...” Eddie said as he walked towards the garage door. Lifting his hand he tried to touch the door but his hand just went right through it like she did. He huffed a laugh, “Metal..”

Pushing through the door he entered the garage and watched as the boys jammed, they were playing a Metallica song they had been trying to master for years. Eddie smiled a little, they still sounded great even if they were playing without a second guitarist. “They’re still together…”

“Of course they are! Still play the Hideout on Tuesdays too!” Chrissy yelled over the music as they watched them play, bouncing around in excitement as the music ramped up before coming to an end. She clapped as they relaxed smiles on their faces. 

“That was the best one we’ve ever done!” Brandon said as he took the bass from around his shoulders putting it on the stand they had against the wall. 

“It’s only taken us three years,” Gareth laughed, pushing his much longer hair out of his face. His blue eyes looked sad as he watched the other guys. “If only Eddie was here to hear it…”

“I did hear it!” Eddie said, stepping forward. “That was so awesome!”

The ghost put a hand on his arm giving him a sad look, “They can’t see or hear you.”  

Eddie looked over at her nodding a bit before looking back over at the guys.

“He’ll come back,” Jeff said as he leaned his guitar against the wall. “He just needs time. Hawkins takes a while to forgive and forget you know?”

“He didn’t even do anything,” Gareth snapped, putting his drumsticks down with a little more force than needed. “It’s bullshit.” 

“We know that,” Brandon said, nodding his head. “Eddie’s not the kind of guy to do what they said he did.”

Eddie felt like he stopped breathing. Shaking his head he looked over at the girl. “But Gareth gave up Dustin.”

“Only because Jason was going to break his fingers and make it so he could never play again.” Chrissy said as she pointed over at Gareth who sat behind his drums looking upset. “He still beats himself up over it.”

The older boy looked at Gareth and sighed. “It wasn’t his fault, I would have done the same thing.”

“You should tell him that.” She said as they watched Jeff pull his bag closer to himself. 

“So, look, I know we said no gifts but,” He shrugged, pulling out a few things and handing them to the boys. Gareth got some new sticks since his current ones were about three beats away from snapping and Brandon got a couple patches, both of them also got some new dice. “I figure we could use some new dice for when Eddie comes back.”

“These are great, thanks Jeff!” Brandon smiled rolling the dice around in his hand. 

“Awesome!” Gareth whispered as he looked over the new sticks.

Jeff just shrugged and smiled before pulling out a six pack out of his bag as well. “And I got us these. Merry Christmas guys!”

“Merry Christmas!” The other boys shouted as Jeff passed them both beers taking on out for himself. 

“You should know,” Chrissy said as she looked over at Eddie, “They’ve had other guitarists come up and ask to join, seeing as they are one man down but they always deny them. Gareth tells them they have a second guitarist, he’s just taking a break.”

Eddie stood with his mouth agape not sure what to say, he could honestly say he didn’t expect them to still think so kindly of him. At least not now that he basically ditched them. 

They both watched as Jeff pulled another beer from the pack and set it to the side by an empty guitar stand. “Merry Christmas Ed.”

“Let’s go,” The ghost said as she took his hand again, giving it a squeeze. “We have more to see.”

Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off the guys as she pulled him through the garage door and back out into the night. They had kept his place in the band open, they still wanted to play DND with him, they left him a beer! It was too much. Soon they were airborne again and moving away from the house heading to the other side of town where the fancier houses sat close to the old trailer park. From the air he could see the destroyed earth and empty space his uncle's trailer used to sit in.

They took a quick left and came upon the new trailer park area about a mile away from old Forest Hills where he used to live. It was nicer, better kept and the houses in the lots looked new. 

“When the Upside Down destroyed the trailer the insurance your uncle had on it was able to pay for a new one. It’s a bit bigger than your old one.” The Ghost said as they landed next to a brand new trailer. It was the first time Eddie had seen the new home. He looked around the area, it was really nice. Looking down he cocked his head seeing a set of fresh tire tracks leaving the trailer but he just shrugged before walking up the small steps. “Can we go inside?” 

“Of course!” She followed him in as they walked through the metal door. Wayne was sitting on a new couch, it was much nicer than his old one, no stains or quick patch jobs. His hands were running through his barely there hair as he sighed. 

Eddie looked around the new place, it was huge, at least compared to the old one it was. Everything was up to date and looked clean. The place was decorated with the Christmas stuff that Wayne had in a storage locker. A small tabletop christmas tree sat on the dining room table like it always did. Glancing down the hallway Eddie noticed there were three doors, he was sure those were the rooms and a bathroom. This place looked big enough to have more than one bedroom. Looking back over at his uncle Eddie frowned. “He looks so sad.”

“I’m not surprised. He wanted to see you tonight.” Chrissy said as she walked around looking at the place. All the ghosts so far had been endlessly curious about the places they’ve taken him too. “Oh! You have a few gifts over here!”

Eddie didn’t listen to her as he watched his Uncle stand from the couch and grab the mugs that sat on the coffee table. That’s when he noticed one of the mugs, two mice wearing sunglasses on the beach. “Y/N was here..”

The ghost wandered around the room before she looked over at Eddie. “Y/N visits Wayne a few times a week. She doesn’t like that he’s alone all the time. So she’ll come and have dinner with him. She helped him decorate his new place for Christmas just in case you showed up.”

Emotion welled up in Eddie’s chest, he hadn’t really comprehended how much Wayne had missed him. “Looks like Wayne’s my Tiny Tim..”

“Hmm?” Chrissy asked, blinking at him. She was definitely more distracted than the other ghost.

“Nothing.” He followed Wayne into the kitchen watching as he washed the mugs. “This is… incredibly depressing.”

“This is a result of your choices Eddie.” 

That hurt to hear. Sure, he knew he was hurting everyone but seeing it was completely different. Rubbing his chest Eddie followed his Uncle as he moved from the kitchen back to the couch, turning on the TV and watching some movie that was playing. It was heartbreaking to see his Uncle so upset.

“I can’t watch this anymore.” Turning away Eddie all but rushed out of the trailer leaving the ghost to follow him. “Isn’t there anywhere else we can go?”

“There’s one more place.” She said as she held out her hand. “But we have to hurry, my time is almost up.”

Grabbing her hand he let her lead him to their final destination. A few miles down the road they landed on the grass outside a small home decorated in lights and Eddie looked around not recognizing it. It was a one story house with an attached garage, Steve's BMW sitting in the driveway. There were a few other cars he didn’t know sitting in the street. “Harrington moved out of his parents house?”

“Mhm!” The cheerleader nodded as she walked towards the front window. “He moved in with Robin. They were promoted to manager and assistant manager and able to pool their checks from Family Video and rented this place.”

“Good for them…” Eddie said as he followed her looking in the front window, it was frosted over somewhat like the memory of the house in Oklahoma. He could see the party inside. Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan. All the kids, who weren’t kids anymore if he was being honest. They were now seniors in high school and on track to graduate in the coming year. He was proud of them. Eddie smiled at her before he turned and walked into the house without the ghost having to say anything she just followed. 

Together they wandered into the warm and cozy house. It was decorated nicely for the holiday, a tree stood to the side of the front window in the corner of the living room presents underneath it and a comfy couch sat with a few recliners in front of a tv on a wooden tv stand. The walls were covered in framed photos and movie posters. Eddie looked over one wall full of photos by the front door and stopped to stare at a framed snapshot of you and him, he was hugging you from behind kissing your cheek as you laughed. That was after the last Corroded Coffin gig at the Hideout that Eddie played with the band. Before he ended everything. Tears pricked his eyes and he had to look away.

“Alright, alright!” Steve said as he walked back into the living room from the open kitchen. “Are we going to open presents now or what?”

“We are still waiting for Y/N!” Dustin said as he looked up from the card game he was playing with Will. 

“Is she still at Mr. Munsons?” Nancy asked from her spot lounging on the couch next to Jonathon who had his arm around her shoulder. His hand was idly playing with the sleeve of her shirt.

“She was supposed to be,” El nodded as she looked around, her hand was holding Max’s. Eddie took in a gasping breath at the dull look in her once bright blue eyes. 

The redhead moved her head towards where the voices were coming from. “She’s probably on her way, keep your shirt on.”

“She’s blind now...” Chrissy said as she looked over at Eddie from where she stood behind Steve. “It’s a side effect of dying from Vecna’s curse. The doctors are still trying to figure out how to fix it.”

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of her for a while. He felt so guilty for having failed her too. You, Max, Chrissy.. He failed all of them. “Oh Red…”

Lucas walked over to her with a cup in his hand and sat down taking her free hand and placing the cup in it before kissing her on the head. “Yeah man. Just give her a few more minutes.”

“Fine,” Steve said as he sat in a recliner with his hands up in surrender. “A few more minutes then she’s shit out of luck.”

“Calm down Dingus,” Robin said from her spot on the floor in front of the TV stand. “She’ll be here.”

Just as she finished talking the front door flew open and you blew in. Your hair was windswept and covered in freshly fallen snow. You looked up with a smile, adjusting the bags in her hands as you closed the door behind you to keep out the cold. “Sorry, I’m late! Wayne was telling me about the new plant and then I had to stop by my parents house to drop off presents for them for tomorrow since I gotta work the early shift!”

“Hey!” Everyone cried as they saw you, smiling blooming on their faces. It made Eddie smile too as he saw their reaction to you showing up.

You set your bags down and unbundled yourself tossing your jacket and scarf on the chair next to the door before grabbing the bags again and heading into the living room. Dropping the bags under the tree for later.

“Y/N..” Eddie said as he watched you smile at everyone. You looked as beautiful as the day he met you. Your shimmering eyed and radiant smile still makes his heart beat just a little faster.

You walked past the invisible Eddie to ruffle Mike's hair. “Getting long, Wheeler! Eddie would be proud. Little headbanger.”

“Shut up.” He laughed as he flattened his hair, before his voice got quiet, “He didn’t show up… did he?”

Y/N looked down at the ground before shaking her head as she sat on the arm of the couch next to Mike. “No, but I didn’t really expect him to.”

“She was waiting for me?” The metalhead asked as he looked over at the ghost who brought him here.

“She always does.” Chrissy said with a shrug as she walked up to you. “You know she’s never dated anyone else. She’s still holding out for you, hoping one day you’ll come back. Be the Eddie she knows and loves.” 

Eddie walked up to you, lifting his hand to push a lock of hair from your face but his hand only went through you. “I didn’t want her to wait for me. I wanted her to hate me.”

“You can’t control what other people do Eddie.” She said as she shook her head. 

“I know,” He looked away from you for a moment looking back at the ghost. “I was hoping if I separated myself from them it would make it easier for them to live their lives. No one hurting them because of me...”

“He’ll come around.” Dustin said, looking up from his spot on the ground the card game lay forgotten between him and Will who was nodding his head at the others. 

“It’s been three years Dustin.” Steve said as he stood up, hands on his hips. “I want to think so too but it looks like he’s stuck in his own pity party.”

“Hey!” Eddie snapped glaring at Steve like he could hear him. It was not a pity party! 

Everyone was silent for a moment before you looked over at Steve. “I don’t care how long it takes. When he’s ready to come back I’ll be there.”

“Oh, baby,” Eddie said as he smiled lightly, his eyes softening when he looked at you. 

“My time is up,” Chrissy said as she reached for his hand. “It’s time to go.”

“Can I have a few more minutes?” He asked as he looked back at Chrissy. He wasn’t ready to go. 

“There’s no more time Eddie,” The ghost said as she stepped closer to him. 

Eddie looked between the cheerleader and you before he leaned forward and whispered in your ear knowing you couldn’t hear him but it made him feel better. “I love you...”

Pulling back watched you look over the group as Steve headed towards the tree.

“Alright, change of subject! Now that Y/N is here we can get this show on the road! Presents and then movies!”

Everyone agreed as they got up to grab their gifts to exchange with those around them, it was a beautiful sight. Them all laughing and having fun after the horribleness that was the Upside Down destroying the town. 

“We have to go.” Chrissy said as she started to pull him from the house in a hurry. With one last look in the living room Eddie watched as you smiled at the gift you had just opened. The ghost looked back at him with a small sad smile as he moved to the window to watch you. She was already starting to fade, they wouldn’t have time to get back to the apartment. “Remember what you saw tonight.”

Finally looking over his shoulder Eddie’s eyes went wide as he watched her disappear. Taking a step toward her his hand going out to grab her shoulder. “Wait where are you going?”

“My time is up. Remember there is one more ghost that will visit you tonight. You shouldn’t keep him waiting.” 

In a blink she was gone, leaving Eddie standing out in the snow in front of Steve and Robins home. Looking around in panic Eddie put his hands in his hair. “Shit.”

[deliriumsdelight7]

13 for hellcheer?

Oh COME ON you probably picked the perfect one. “Odd One” by Sick Puppies. This practically writes itself.

Throwing this under a cut for references to past child abuse.

“How do you do it?”

Eddie glanced up from where he was sparking up the joint the two of them were about to share. Chrissy was lying flat on her back on the picnic table, legs dangling over the edge from the knees down. His leather jacket padded the backs of her legs where her skirt left them bare, protecting all that soft-looking skin from any wayward splinters.

“Do what, Cunningham?” he asked, finally getting it to light. He took two inhales - puff, puff - and passed it over to her.

She accepted it readily, sitting up on her elbows to take a hit. “How do you deal with… all of that?” she clarified, gesturing toward the school. “I mean… they say such mean things about you, and it just… doesn’t bother you. They hate you, and you don’t care. How do you do it?”

“They hate me?” Clutching his chest as though he’d just received a mortal blow, he shot her a wry grin. “You mean I haven’t won over the masses with my rapier wit and devilish good looks?” Accepting the joint, he took another hit.

“Nope. Just me.”

Eddie nearly choked on his lungful of smoke. Only experience and sheer principle kept it in his lungs; he broke out the good shit when he smoked with Chrissy, and he wasn’t about to waste it on a one-liner that may or may not have been flirting.

No matter how pretty her smile was when she said it. No matter how often she’d come to see him since ditching her asshole boyfriend a month ago.

Stick to the topic, Munson, he scolded himself, asking the joint to buy himself a few seconds. “Ever heard the old saying, ‘sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me?’” he quipped, carefully avoiding the murky waters her words revealed.

“Of course I have.” He offered her the joint, which she refused with a wave and a shake of her head. Her arms wrapped around her middle, her shoulders hunching as if she was trying to protect herself from something. “But when those words come from people you love… people whose opinion matters to you… that hurts worse than anything.”

Eddie nodded in silence. He knew how that was. Twelve years living with his old man had taught him that, no matter what sort of marks were left behind by a fist, a belt, a lit cigarette, nothing left a lasting impression like cruel, cutting words that were targeted to the soft, gooey center. Especially when they came from a parent who was supposed to love you unconditionally.

And judging by the fingertip-shaped bruises he’d seen on her neck, upper arms and, on one occasion, her thighs, Chrissy knew that just as well as he did.

“I’ll let you in on a secret, Cunningham,” he said, leaning in close as if to whisper in her ear. The smell of her cherry lip gloss and vanilla shampoo made his mouth water. But it was the fragile, hopeful look in her eyes that had him clenching his fists to keep from leaning in to kiss her. “You’re right. That shit hurts. Never stops hurting. Even after you’ve heard it a million times, that shit has a way of getting under your skin and festering.”

It didn’t take any effort at all for his brain to conjure up a thousand different epithets in a hundred different voices. Freak. Degenerate. Worthless piece of shit. Waste of space. Failure. Dead-ender.

He pushed them away with practiced ease - ease that he’d fought and struggled and clawed to obtain.

“But what you’ve gotta remember is,” he continued, “anybody who says that shit to you? Their opinions aren’t worth jack shit. Fuck every one of ‘em. If they can’t accept you, can’t - can’t love you for who you are, then they don’t deserve to take up space in your head.” Daringly, he tapped her forehead with one fingertip. “That there’s prime real estate, Cunningham. Don’t go giving it away to people who just wanna trash the place.”

“So who do I give it to?” she asked.

“Uhhh… artists? Landscapers? Builders? Sorry, the metaphor’s gotten away from me. Point is, you’ve gotta surround yourself with people who make you happy. Who make you feel safe. Like you’re enough just the way you are.” Eddie shrugged. “Fill the place up with people who build you up, and it gets easier to drown out the assholes.”

“Oh.” For nearly a minute, the two of them sat in silence. The only sounds were the wind in the trees and the creak of the picnic table as Chrissy slowly swung her legs back and forth. “Hey, Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

Chrissy leaned forward, and for one heartstopping moment, he thought she was going to kiss him. And she did, sort of, pressing her petal-soft lips to his cheek. When she pulled back, he could still feel the sticky-sweet imprint of her lip gloss.

“I care what you think.”

It took all his self-control not to whoop aloud. It wasn’t a declaration of passionate, everlasting infatuation, but it was a good start. He settled for bumping her forehead affectionately with his.

“Yeah, Cunningham,” he said, “I care what you think, too.”

[softsnzstuff]

Lifeguard AU. Eddie's sick again and the temperature drops a bit, normally fine even with just the van but the cold air is making him sneeze constantly.

Maybe Steve offers to let him hang in front of the space heater in the office and/or crash at his place (with Chrissy if she wants) until he gets over his cold.

❤️ Bewitchedfeathers

It’s February in Venice, California. Although the state is known for its Cali sunshine and warmth, sometime around mid January it does a complete 180 for a couple months.

Eddie and Chrissy are used to it by now. They use old sheets to insulate the van and usually have a small space heater in the back. Unfortunately it’s batteries were dead.

Van life for them means winters are filled with sweatshirts, layers, and lots of blankets. One thing they were not expecting, however, was Eddie getting sick again.

Eddie Munson wasn’t one to get sick often, but the strange phenomena has been that since they’ve moved, he picks something up at least once a year.

Chrissy was sat in the back, knees to her chest as she blew on her hands, “It’s fucking freezing in here Eddie. We gotta fix the space heater.”

Eddie was in sweats and a hoodie himself, rummaging through their limited storage compartments for extra batteries.

“I know Chris, SNF, I’m trying…H’iKSH’ew! KshiEW! Itsschiew!!”

“Bless you! Let’s just go ask Steve if they have any.”

“We don’t have to bother them…” Eddie mumbled.

“There’s hardly any people on the beach anyways. Plus this can’t be good for your cold.”

She got up, pulling on sneakers over her fluffy socks. “I’m serious Eddie, let’s just go ask.”

“Fine…”

The pulled on another jacket over his hoodie, sliding on shoes of his own. They locked the van and made the short walk to the lifeguard tower, hands shoved into their pockets as they fought against the coastal winds.

Steve opened the door for them when they knocked. He was in track pants and a long sleeve tee.

“You guys look like popsicles! Come on in!”

The warmth from inside the tower hit them immediately after crossing the threshold.

“It feels so nice in here.” Chrissy sighed.

Steve kissed Eddie on the cheek, “What can I do your you?”

Eddie rubbed a knuckle under his nose, “Do you guys have any extra batteries? snFF our space heater for the van died.”

“And Eddie’s sick.” Chrissy added.

The older man shot her a look.

“Sorry was I not supposed to say that?” She asked.

Steve frowned. “You’re sick Eds?”

“I’m… it’s not that bad… I just … h’ESSSH’iew! Isshiew! snf H’iKSHh’uh!!”

He sniffed soupily, not really proving his point.

“Bless you!” Steve grabbed a box of tissues and held it out to Eddie, who took a couple.

“Thanks…”

“Well we don’t batteries in here, but… you’re welcome to stay with me at my place until your cold is better. Chrissy too… if you want. We can go to the store and get batteries.”

“No no, we couldn’t impose like that.”

“Eddie, I offered. Chrissy can take the couch and m and you can use my bed.”

“OoOoh!” Robin teased over her shoulder.

“Shut up Robin, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant like. We’re together now so if you wanted to share…”

“That sounds great Stevie.”

***

Later that night, Eddie and Chrissy drove to Steves place. It wasn’t that far from the beach either.

Eddie had never been to Steve’s place before, but it definitely had all the characteristics of the brunette. There were old swimming team medals, one or two family photos on a table. There were lots of photos of him with Robin, Nancy and Jonathan.

“Thanks so much for letting us stay here for a little bit.” Chrissy said.

“Of course! It’s not much, but it’s home.” He disappeared and came back with an armful of blankets and an extra pillow.

“Here you go, Chrissy! The couch doesn’t look like much but I promise it’s SUPER comfortable! See you in the morning!”

She thanked him and started to make herself comfortable as Steve took Eddie to his bedroom.

“We’ll be in here.” He told Eddie. “You can get comfy, I’m just going to change really quick.”

Eddie crawled into Steve’s bed, waiting for him. When he came back, he was in sweats and a tee shirt. He climbed in on the other side of the bed and let Eddie wrap his arms around him.

“Thanks for this Steve.” Eddie whispered into his ear.

“You’re welcome!” Steve replied, “We’ll go get batteries in the morning.”