#there’s a part two coming tomorrow with eddie’s pov

[scoops-aboy86]

Window pt 1

Steve doesn’t realize quite how much he’s put on recently (or how enamored to a certain metalhead he’s become) and gets stuck in a window. 

Inspired by this. Part 2 from Eddie's POV is here.

rated: T | words: 2765 | cw: none | tags: chubby steve, pre-relationship, weight gain, steve’s bisexual awakening in progress

And, uh. Don’t have a couple beers and drive. But, like, it was the 80s, so. 🤷‍♀️ 

Maybe also don’t try to climb through a window when it’s the 80s and most people don’t lock their front doors anyway. 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ 

(Would Eddie and Wayne lock the trailer, when it’s just as easy to pry a window open? I mean yeah Eddie has drugs in there but he clearly hides them well enough that even he can’t find them sometimes, so idk.)

Eddie isn’t home, but that’s okay; it’s an impulsive visit, as most of them are, so Steve knows what to do. He goes into it all confident and cocky because he’s pretty sure it’ll be easier than the other times he’s done it because the porch is right there, no drainpipe climbing required or nosey younger sibling to catch him at it with a look of annoyed disgust that will echo down through the years. 

Mike still looks at him like that, no matter how many free rides or free movies he and his friends manage to wring out of Steve, which is, in Steve’s opinion, really dumb of the kid. He doesn’t even like Nancy like that anymore, for fuck’s sake, get over it Mike. (And it’s easier to go off on a tangent in his head about Mike than really examine the comparison between climbing into Nancy’s room and climbing into Eddie’s, so Steve is just rolling with it.)

Anyway, the point is, he’s got this. He pulls the BMW up a respectful distance away so that Eddie and Wayne will still have room to park later in case he’s here that long, and all but bounces out of the driver’s seat into the warm night air. 

Maybe he should have thought about it a little more, because, as it turns out… he does not got this. 

“Do mine eyes deceive me? Is it the King Steve, what through yonder window breaks?”

“Hi Eddie,” Steve says flatly, unsurprised. He’d heard the van rumble up, and the distinctive squeak of the driver's side door. For the last hour or so he’s resigned himself to standing by on the old easy chair on the porch, chin in his hands where his elbows rest on the dresser just inside the window. At least it’s late enough (and Lucas managed to talk Max into summer camp this year) that no one else is likely to see him.

He can hear the grin in Eddie’s reply. “Hiya, Stevie. Mind explaining what I’m coming home to here?”

Steve doesn’t want to dignify that with a response, because fuck, isn’t it obvious? But he also doesn’t want to antagonize his friend and risk being stuck in this window all night—not that he thinks Eddie would leave him here, but Steve doesn’t want to deserve to be left. With a heavy breath out through his nose, he says, “I’m a little stuck here, man. Help me out?”

Almost immediately he feels Eddie step in close, hand on his right hip where it’s caught in the window frame, and maybe just a hint of warm thumb brushing over where the skin is pink and pinched. Steve has to hold himself very still to avoid reacting to that, not completely sure he didn’t imagine it anyway. 

“Out?” Eddie asks, sounding like he’s trying to calculate something in his head. “Or in?”

“Uh… whichever gets me unstuck faster, I guess?”

Eddie chuckles. “In it is, then. You must’ve been pretty determined to get in there and wait for me, you made some good progress here. I’m guessing you got to a point where you couldn’t get the angle right, huh sweetheart?”

“Jesus, Eddie…” Why did he have to put it like that? And why is it giving Steve goosebumps? “Look, I think if you just lift me by the legs a bit I can, like… walk forward on my hands, kinda, and—” He tries to demonstrate, but bumps the neck of the guitar with THIS MACHINE SLAYS DRAGONS scrawled across its front and makes a failed attempt at lunging to catch it, wincing when it thumps down against the floor.

“What was that?”

“… What was what?”

“Steve…”

“Okay okay, it was your acoustic, I’m sorry dude, I just… I’m pretty sure it’s fine.”

“She’d better be, Harrington. Lucky for you my sweetheart is still safe in the van, far from your clumsy fumblings, or I might have to call in the cavalry.”

Again Steve twists, trying to look at him, and something else falls off the dresser—he thinks it’s just some sort of magazine. “Liar. I know you wouldn’t call the cops on me, Munson.”

“You’re right, I wouldn’t.” Eddie shoots back. “I’d call Robin.”

Steve grimaces again. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“And Wheeler, too. Jon’s still in town, maybe he could be persuaded to bring his camera to document this posterior for posterity.”

Suddenly Eddie’s hands are on his ass, and Steve is torn between a vivid memory of trying to shove Dustin into a vent at Starcourt and a zing of nerves that should not be linked to his pseudo-little-brother in any way, and it’s all Eddie’s fault—

The first real shove catches Steve and his flatlining brain by surprise, jostling him enough that his elbows slip and he nearly cracks his chin on the cluttered dresser surface. “Hey,” he calls sharply over one shoulder. 

“Sorry sweetheart, did you need a ‘one two three go’?” Eddie pats at his ass with both hands, tapping out a little rhythm, and Steve has to restrain the urge to donkey kick him. 

“This isn’t funny, Munson,” he insists. “And some sort of warning would’ve been nice, yeah.” His tone is sarcastic, but his face is burning red, and once the words are out he has to bite his lip to keep from saying anything else. Not that Steve even knows what, there’s just… something, precarious, on the tip of his brain that might spill out his mouth if he’s not careful, and he doesn’t want to find out what it is like that. 

Eddie snickers. “It’s a little bit funny, but point taken. I’m going to give you another push here. Ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” What a fucking day. All Steve had wanted was to smoke up a little and hang out, like they usually do. And okay, maybe he’s a little grumpy that Eddie wasn’t even home when he got here— “Where were you, anyway?” he asks, grunting and trying to wriggle forward with every shove. Might as well talk, get his mind off the vice grip the window frame has on his hips. “You’re usually—oof—here when I finish a closing shift.”

“Practice ran long,” Eddie grunts back. After the first few rounds of ready steady go he started to get more serious and really put his weight into it. “That, and Gareth’s been having some… shall we say, romantic troubles lately, and needed consolation and advice.”

Steve feels a vague prickle of jealousy, even as he manages to grip the dresser edge hard enough to hold onto a fraction of an inch of progress. “What kinda consolation? Been smoking without me, Munson?”

“No,” comes the amused reply. “Just a couple beers. I do have other friends besides you and the monster hunters club, you know.”

Which really makes Steve’s face flame, because he… doesn’t. Not anymore. Not even a girlfriend; it’s like his heart’s not fully in it anymore and they can smell that on him. He tries to replace his embarrassment (Eddie didn’t mean it like that, Steve knows he didn’t) with determination, wrenching himself forward without regard for the way the window frame’s hard metal edges scrape against his skin. He doesn’t feel the full bite of it in some places, thanks to the knots of scar tissue the Upside Down had left him with on his sides, it’s fine. 

But almost immediately there’s a strong grip on the outsides of his thighs. “Woah there Stevie,” Eddie cautions, and he actually sounds concerned. “Don’t hurt yourself, man. We’ll get you out of here and get you caught up if you want, I have beer here too, alright? Just…”

“Just what?” Steve grumbles. He doesn’t know why he feels so stung, feels like Eddie ditched him—they didn’t even have plans for fuck’s sake. At most, they’ve had a string of casual hangouts roughly every other night at around the same time for a months now, but they’ve never really talked about it, never solidified anything. 

He tells himself that he wouldn’t even care if he hadn’t gotten stuck in the window like an idiot, but if that’s the case then why does this show of concern feel like a cooling balm over his temper?

Eddie sighs, but not like he’s annoyed. More like… he’s choosing his words carefully. “Just, uh… try to suck in a bit?”

Blinking, Steve tries to look over his shoulder. He can’t quite see Eddie, just out of the corner of his eye, but it looks like he’s chewing on his lip. Then he pushes himself up on the dresser and looks down along the front of his body to where he’s stuck, trying to make sense of…

Oh. His face goes hot again. 

The window doesn’t open very far, is the thing, and for the first time Steve fully registers that it’s not just his hips that are caught. Reddened skin peeks out from the bottom of his shirt, and some of that is because it’s ridden up during his struggles, but he also… makes contact with the top of the dresser, which comes up to about an inch or so below the frame. Now that he’s paying attention, he registers part of himself pressing against the metal of the trailer exterior, too.

He used to be pretty trim, but that had been back in high school and while running from monsters and dark wizards in an alternate dimension. 

When did he get a belly?

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, and does as he’s told. 

Eddie doesn’t belabor the point, just gets his hands on Steve’s ass again with a “One, two, three, push.”

And it’s still a hard drag against his front, but it works this time. Steve jolts forward, too caught by surprise and still flustered, catching himself hands-first on Eddie’s messy bedroom floor and gracelessly flopping the rest of the way in. The carpet (or really, the layer of dirty laundry on top of it) doesn’t smell great, but he stays slumped there for a moment, recovering. 

At least he avoided landing on the acoustic guitar, though. 

“You okay there, dude?”

Steve groans. “I’m fine. That fucking window looked bigger from the outside, that’s all.”

Eddie lets out a disbelieving snort, then follows him in, shimmying over the narrow sill with an ease and silence that comes from years of practice. When he’s done, he leans his scrawny ass back against the dresser and spreads his hand in a tada motion. 

And Steve’s not dumb, he knows that he’s put on weight since the Upside Down. Since finally coming down from constant recurring nightmare panic mode. Yeah he didn’t realize it was so obvious, but he can admit (at least in the privacy of his own head) that that’s why he got stuck. 

He opens his mouth to say something along the lines of you don’t have to rub it in, but snaps it shut again when Eddie steps forward and offers him a hand up. The grip is calloused from guitar playing, strong and sure from slinging amps around—and he feels that zing again, phantom handprints on his ass. 

“You okay?” Eddie asks once they’re on the same level again. “You were really wedged in there, looked kinda painful.”

“I,��� Steve starts, but stops when Eddie’s other hand lands on his hip. Which is not completely unusual… Eddie is a touchy guy, very hands-on with all his friends. He’s poked at Steve’s sides before, comparing their bite marks, and Steve hasn’t really thought about it much before now. 

Because that’s what trauma-bonded people do, right? The last party that had rounded up all the young adults, Nancy smoked with them and she and Jonathan had spent most of the rest of the evening cuddled up together, lining up the scars on their palms. 

Eddie’s thumb brushes the skin above his waistband, ghosting warmly over where it’s red and a little raw. 

“I’m fine,” Steve manages to say, but he’s not. His brain is going haywire—from the touch, from Eddie’s Bambi-eyed stare, from all the thoughts that have been pining around his head tonight and everything he’s pointedly not thought about too. (About climbing in a boy’s window. About being jealous. About hands on his ass and how it hadn’t been a bad surprise, and the thumb grazing deliberately over the swell of softness at his middle with concern bordering on reverence.)

Something in Steve aches, and it’s a familiar pang. It reminds him of how he used to feel whenever he looked at Nancy, before he had let go of the last scraps of that dream. Eddie seems more real, more touchable… He always is, when they hang out, and especially when they’re by themselves. Eddie is a touchy guy. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says slowly, distracted. He keeps running his thumb along Steve’s softness, drifting up a little further under his shirt until his pointer finger meets skin too like a dazed afterthought. His tongue darts out to lick his lips—Steve can’t help the way his eyes are drawn to the motion. “Yeah, you are… pretty fine…”

Not once, not for months, has Steve felt electricity like this in the air, under his skin, sparking at a simple touch. It’s why he stopped flirting with the girls who came into Family Video, even the ones who eyed him in a way he knew meant they were a sure thing. The way Eddie is looking at him right now, even though he’s…

Well. He’s let himself go, hasn’t he? And he knows it, kind of knew it for a while and just not thought about it because he didn’t think he had too, but it’s getting obvious now. Steve has never felt more self-conscious about his body in his entire life and, right while he’s in the middle of reconciling wanting to pout because his best guy friend was off having fun without him, Eddie just had to go and compliment it. 

Steve swallows hard. “You, uh. You think so?” He’s not fishing for complements, he’s not, he just wants to know what Eddie means. 

Still slowly, Eddie looks up at him through his eyelashes. It’s almost shy, which is so unlike the Eddie that Steve has come to expect, but his eyes are big and brown and a little wild in an achingly familiar way and Steve has to resist the urge to sway forward—

“Of course, Stevie,” Eddie says quietly. Is he afraid that they might be overheard in the empty trailer? Afraid to break the moment by speaking too loud? His hand is still just under Steve’s shirt, light little touches that Steve can’t help but find soothing, almost hypnotic. “Always.”

Steve wants to lean in, because he knows he’s not reading the signs wrong. 

But then, at the last second, he remembers what Eddie had said about having a few beers with Gareth. Probably just enough to be a little tipsy. But if Eddie is gay—and, like, Steve wouldn’t be surprised, he’s learned some of the clues from Robin and there have always been rumors—he’s not out. Not to Steve, anyway, and Steve… is whatever he is, apparently, which definitely warrants a phone call and possibly a bathroom floor confession to his platonic other half as soon as he gets a chance, holy shit… Suddenly everything feels delicate, like there is something there but one wrong move and it could shatter, and Steve doesn’t know if he could take anymore shards to his heart. Not these days, not if it’s Eddie. 

He just wants to be a little more sure first. Do this right, if it’s really happening. So, for now, he only says, “So, uh. Wanna smoke?”

Eddie smiles, dimples popping and eyes lighting up, and his hand gives Steve’s hip a little inadvertent squeeze as he bounces past him. “Yeah, we can do that. I’ve got a few joints already rolled, I’ve got snacks—” He’s already hauling his black metal lunchbox from under the bed and riffling through it, his bright enthusiasm making Steve feel warm all the way through. “Prop my baby back up, will you? Treat her right, Stevie, or I’ll be forced to rescind my offer of pretzels and bagel bite pizzas.”

“Wouldn’t want that,” Steve agrees with a chuckle, and does as he’s told. It doesn’t escape his notice that Eddie just mentioned some of his favorites for when the munchies set in. 

He’s going to figure this out, but for now they can just hang out like normal and have a good night.

[solarmorrigan]

Open Doors, Part 1

Ao3

Everyone was so kind about the first fic I wrote about Steve and Eddie's neighbor adopting them that I had a few more thoughts about it! I owe you all thanks for the inspiration and I hope this is also an enjoyable read <3 Part two will be up later this week

Tags: POV Outsider, Steve Harrington Has Migraines, Protective Eddie Munson, past minor character death, car accident mention, the looming specter of period-typical homophobia

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Gladys isn’t a churchgoing woman. She’s never even been particularly religious, beyond a performative sort of faith for the sake of her God-fearing mother (God rest her soul, Gladys supposes), but Sundays are sacred, all the same.

Sundays are for Murder She Wrote. And, more recently, they’re for dinner with her boys.

Neither Eddie nor Steve are the religious sort, either (she’d brought it up once, just to see, and they’d laughed a little in an uncomfortable sort of way that had told Gladys all she’d really needed to know), but Steve is a fellow fan of Jessica Fletcher, and Eddie is happy enough to join them on the couch after a good meal and watch them compete to see who can guess the solution first.

It’s something they all look forward to, so Gladys isn’t sure why she’s been left standing in front of the boys’ front door a full minute after she’s knocked. They ought to be expecting her, after all; they take turns hosting, and Gladys is sure it had been her turn last week. She knocks again, a little louder this time.

After another few moments, she hears the thud of hurried footsteps coming towards the door, and then Eddie’s voice is hissing out at her before he’s even finished opening it.

“I’m here already, now will you keep it–” he falters when he sees her standing before him on the doormat, “–down?”

“Well, if I’d known that was the kind of welcome I’d receive, I would have stayed home,” Gladys says dryly.

Eddie’s face morphs quickly from irritation to confusion and, finally, to a kind of horrified understanding.

“Oh, shit, it’s Sunday,” he realizes, voice still pitched low.

Taking in the state of him, it seems as though Gladys has interrupted some kind of lazy day; his hair is a mess (more so than usual), and he’s in pajamas and bare feet.

It smarts a little to think their evening has been so easily forgotten.

“It is Sunday,” Gladys confirms, maybe a little sharply. “But I can see you’ve had other things to do, so maybe we’ll just try again for next week.”

“I’m sorry, Gladys,” Eddie sighs, rubbing a hand over his eyes. “Today’s been… stressful. I swear I meant to call, I just got distracted.”

Gladys softens. She doubts if she could stay mad terribly long even if they had forgotten, but it’s nice to know they hadn’t, exactly. “It’s fine, Eddie,” she says, reaching out to pat his hand.

“It’s not, I seriously meant to let you know,” Eddie insists. “We can make it up to you next week? Or maybe, like, Tuesday? Tomorrow’s not gonna work, but–”

Whatever else Eddie has to say is lost when the door at the end of the hall, the one Gladys knows from the layout of her own apartment leads to the larger of two bedrooms, swings open with a creak. It’s dark beyond the threshold, but Steve is standing in the doorway, holding onto the edge of it and looking far more disheveled than Eddie.

With a faint flush of embarrassment, Gladys wonders if she’s walked in on some sort of… private time between them, but then Steve takes a few unsteady steps into the hallway and has to brace himself against the wall, and she realizes that something else altogether must be going on.

“Hey, hey,” Eddie says softly, leaving Gladys at the front door to rush down the hall and support Steve. “What’re you doing up?”

Steve, also clad in pajamas, his face almost shock-pale and his hair flatter than Gladys has ever seen it, makes a little noise of discomfort as Eddie pulls him away from the wall. It’s jarring to see when Gladys is so used to Steve moving with the confidence and easy grace of the athlete he’d told her he once was. His eyes are scrunched shut, but he moves from leaning heavily on the wall to leaning heavily on Eddie without hesitation.

“You were gone,” Steve mumbles, his head falling to rest on Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie glances down the hall to where Gladys stands at the still-open front door, something almost like nervous, but he doesn’t make Steve move away. Instead, he moves his hands to Steve’s shoulders, kneading gently. “I had to get the door. Gladys is here.”

“Gladys?” Steve mutters, and then, after another moment of silence, groans, “Oh, shit, it’s Sunday.”

Gladys almost laughs at the way he unwittingly echoes Eddie. Eddie does laugh; just a little breath of a thing, something helplessly fond crossing his face.

“It’s fine, Steve. We’ll take a raincheck,” Gladys says, just loud enough that she’ll still be heard from the other end of the short hall.

Steve makes a protesting noise, straightening a little so he can face the front door. He opens his eyes just enough to squint at her, and it really only serves to make him look more pained and tired. “’m sorry,” he mutters, his words stumbling worryingly into each other. “Wasn’xpecting this today.”

“It’s fine,” Gladys says again. “You just feel better.”

He’s still frowning, and Gladys gets the feeling it’s as much out of displeasure with the situation as it is out of discomfort, but then Eddie tugs gently at his shoulders, turning him back towards the bedroom.

“C’mon, ba– Steve. Let’s get you back to bed.” Eddie glances down the hall at Gladys one more time before leading Steve away.

Silence falls over the apartment, and Gladys takes the opportunity to invite herself in, shutting the door behind her. She won’t stay long, of course, she just wants to be certain that Steve—and Eddie, who had looked awfully stressed—will be alright. The low tone of Eddie’s voice drifts out of the bedroom, quiet and indecipherable, followed by a grumbling that must be Steve, and then Eddie is slipping back out into the hall, shutting the bedroom door as he goes.

“Everything alright?” Gladys asks, keeping her voice low.

Eddie sighs. “He, uh – he gets migraines, sometimes.” He raises a fist and raps his knuckles against his temple. “Took a couple’a knocks to the head when we were younger and– yeah. Today’s a bad one.”

Gladys itches to ask, to press for more information, but she does actually possess a filter; she knows when to hold her tongue, even if she usually chooses not to. Instead, she says, “But he’ll be alright,” not really sure if she’s asking or reassuring.

“No, yeah, he’ll be fine, he just needs to rest.” Eddie nods, as much to himself as to Gladys.

“And you’ll be alright?” Gladys goes on.

Eddie shoots her a funny little look. “Yeah?” His voice quirks up at the end, like he isn’t sure why she’s asking. “I mean, I’m not the one whose brain is staging a full-scale revolt.”

“But you’re here with him,” Gladys says. “It’s hard to watch someone you care about be in pain.”

It had been a car accident that had taken Avery from her, not illness, but the few days she’d spent in the hospital with him, keeping vigil until his damaged body had given up, had been some of the worst of her life.

“I guess.” Eddie sighs, rubbing roughly at his chin. “It’s– They make medication for this shit, but it’s expensive, so we can’t– Sleep is really the only thing that helps, and it just sucks to sit around knowing I can’t do a damn thing for him while he’s– he’s suffering.”

“You’re here with him,” Gladys says again. “It seems like he appreciates that enough that he came looking for you when you’d gone.”

The ghost of a smile crosses over Eddie’s face. “Yeah…”

“I think you’re doing just fine.” Gladys reaches out and gives Eddie’s arm a little squeeze, and his smile grows.

He reaches up and twists his fingers into the ends of his hair, half-ducking behind it, as if he’s trying to hide the smile from her, but she can hear it in his voice when he tosses out a quick, “Well– thanks.”

“You just keep taking care of your boy, and I’ll see you two later in the week,” Gladys says, and Eddie nods.

“Yeah, I’ll–” he stops, blinking at Gladys as the full sentence hits him. “Uh–”

Gladys offers him a smile, seeing herself out the door. “Let me know if you need anything,” she tosses back over her shoulder quietly as she can, and shuts the door on his confounded expression.

She doesn’t know much about migraines, but she supposes she could learn. In the meantime, she decides that no matter what the ailment is, chicken soup is always an appropriate answer.

[experimentfae]

Actor Au Wally Darling x GN PA Human! Reader

Oneshot

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You were just finished getting the directors and producers lunch “ok now that’s done, gotta print these scripts.” You were gonna head to the printing room until you noticed Wally seemed stressed.

“Mr.Darling are you ok?” You questioned he harshly tune his head to you until he noticed it was you “(y/n) finally someone that’s knows what they’re doing, Janet completely messed up my coffee order.” He groaned obviously frustrated “she always messing my stuff up.” He practically yelled.

“No worry Mr.Darling I’ll get someone to get you new Frappuccino.” “Thank you but…just mostly need to be alone with you (y/n).” He whispered to make sure nobody heard. This made you blush a little “yeah, let’s-

“Hey (y/n) should I chase Eddie like this?” “What w-Hey!” Eddie started to try to get away from Barnaby, Barnaby was on two fee “or on four?” He then went on a dog pose and begin to continue to chase Eddie.

“Fours is good, gives more of a comedy effect.” You answered “can you stop now, they said four!” Shouted Eddie “right sorry Eddie thanks (y/n).” Barnaby seemed to back to his script while Eddie let out some huffs “you sure *huff* can run *Huff* Barnaby.” This made you and Wally laugh.

“He sure can I need to take Wally for a touch up excuse us.” You lied while Wally followed behind “alright see you guys later.” Eddie replied “see you guys soon.” Barnaby spoke.

When Wally and you made it to his dressing room, “oh honey it’s been so much going on… I didn’t tell you but…” wally spoke hesitating to fully answer, you then grabbed in chin for him to look up at you “but what my blueberry?”

“It’s just I have been having so much stress making sure the workers treat my friends like equals, having to act like a jackass for them to respect me and… and ITS TO MUCH!” He shouted. “Oh my love please don’t stress yourself, you mental health always comes first.” You assured hugging him close to you.

Barnaby’s POV:

“I been noticing that Wally been stressing himself out, especially making sure the human coworkers treated us like equal’s… I’m worried about him” I admitted to Howdy “I know, he puts so much on himself especially when he’s the star of the show.” Howdy agreed

“Exactly.” I was feeling relieved I wasn’t the only one feeling like this “well maybe you should find him and tell him how you feel Barnaby, you’re his best friend after all.” Howdy advised I liked the idea he’s right “Yeah,I’ll go find him and try to see what I can do to help.”

My poor little pal he must be stressed to the bone at least (y/n) is with them so maybe they’re calming down a little.

I saw that there was a crack, maybe I should peek to see if he’s calm and collected now. I looked to see Wally and (y/n) hugging each other, wow I didn’t know there such good fri-

“Oh my blueberry.” Then I saw (y/n) kiss his beauty mark that made my eyes widen and Wally blushed “you and me should do something fun this weekend sounds good?” (Y/n) asked “blueberry is an interesting nickname, I have other colors you know.” Wally chuckled out this made (y/n) laugh in return “ok but about tomorrow are you free?” They questioned again “yeah I’m free and THIS is a real kiss.”

Wally then got on their chair and then grabbed (y/n) face and… KISSED THEM ON THE LIPS! (Y/n) was now beet red while my eyes practically went out of my skull and my mouth now agape.

What felt like forever they finally their lips parted “(y/n) you always know how to calm me down.” Wally spoke lovingly. “WOW!” I yelled in shock not realizing I said it out loud this immediately made their head’s turn to me.

(Y/n) POV:

We both looked to see Barnaby, oh no he must have seen the whole thing! Wally then grabbed him bringing him into the room and this time actually closing the door “how much did you see?!” Wally questioned “all of it.” Barnaby admitted “All of it!” You shouted in shock.

“Yeah I wanted to check on Wally but I came at the wrong time it seems, but why have you guys been hiding you’re relationship, we love (y/n) they are awesome.”

“Thanks Barnaby but that’s besides the point we are just not ready to tell everyone, we wanna take it slow.” You answered with Wally nodding agreement “oh well that’s explains why, but I’m glad to be the first one to know, I’ll keep it a secret I swear. Assured Barnaby.

“Thank you Barnaby.” Replied Wally “I should probably get back to work I have to print these scripts for next season.” You stated “alright honey I’ll see you after work.” Replied Wally “you too blueberry and see ya later Barnaby.” “Yeah see ya later kiddo.”

You three walked out of Wally dressing room and you left without a word.

Wally’s POV:

“You and (y/n) are cute together.” Said barnaby making Wally blush “don’t say that out loud so casually.” I Growled “alright, alright I’ll be more careful.”

We walked towards the stage area to see howdy practicing one of his lines until he saw us “Wally, Barnaby how are two.” “We are good.” I answered “you sure Wally you have been stress these days.” Replied howdy. “No worry (y/n) made him feel better.” Said Barnaby making me shove him on his side just making him laugh.

Howdy raised an eyebrow “alright well back to my lines.” Thank heavens he didn’t question it “alright bud I’ll see you on set.” Barnaby went back to his acting as well.

“See ya on set.” I walked away feeling at ease knowing it was my wonderful partner that me feel that way.

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[ladykailitha]

A Valentine’s Day to Remember Eddie’s POV part 2

Just a reminder the last part WILL be spicy. I will put the +18 under the cut so you know when it starts.

Steve POV Part 1| Eddie’s POV Part 1

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When Steve said he needed to go the store Eddie immediately volunteered to go with him.

He could tell that Steve was wary about him coming to the store with him, so he promised to be on his best behavior.

Steve sighed but agreed.

They split off almost immediately, Eddie going for the cheese aisle in the back. He needed so many cheeses, he just hoped they had everything he needed.

He had turned down the baking aisle for the baking chocolates he needed for dessert when he heard a couple of girls talking in the next aisle over.

“So you don’t have a date for Valentines?” the first girl asked.

“No, it was suppose to be Steve Harrington,” the second girl whined. “I just couldn’t get over the scars on his neck. Or his body, gross!”

“I want to know how he really got them,” the first girl said. “Because there is no way an earthquake caused a scar around his neck.”

“I know, right?” the second said. “I should have known better, you know?”

“Yeah,” the first girl said. “All the warning signs were there. Working minimum wage at the video rental place. Lying about his scars and how he got them. And sticking up for known freak and suspected serial killer Eddie Munson.” She ticked off each point with her fingers.

“Ew,” the second sneered. “That last one was the worst. I hear he even got some fancy pants lawyer to get him off the murder charges.”

That was Eddie’s cue. He walked around to the next aisle and reached up behind them to grab the manicotti shells. “Excuse me, ladies.”

They turned and when they saw who it was, they went as white as a sheet.

He just smiled, causally popping his hip. “You know, it’s been pretty much proven Jason Carver did all those murders. Which makes you stupid. You think Steve’s worth was bound up in his dad’s money and his good looks. Which makes you shallow. You don’t even deserve to speak his name. Get the fuck out of here before I tell security about the candy in your purse.”  

The two girls looked down at the first girl’s purse and then each other. They scampered out the store like two rabbits being chased by the big bad wolf.

He went looking for Steve and found his friend in the candy aisle, so he asked Steve what his favorite candy was. And Eddie fell a little bit more in love with Steve with his answer.

*

Eddie bounded in Family Video wanting to ask Steve one last question for tomorrow, but he was brought up short when he saw Robin where he expected Steve to be.

“Hello, Birdie,” he greeted, confused. “Where’s our Stevie?”

“Home with a migraine,” she murmured as she filled out packing slips.

“How did he manage to swing that one?” Eddie asked, flouncing up to her. “I thought Keith didn’t believe in them.”

Robin looked up at him with a smile. “Steve is willingly opening on Valentine’s day.”

“Ahhh...” he said. “Makes sense. I’ll stop by his place and make sure he’s okay.”

He turned around to do just that, but she called out to him.

“Hey, Eddie?”

He stopped and looked back at her. “What’s up?”

She faltered for a second before she said, “I can’t say why, but just...don’t hurt him, okay?”

Eddie frowned. “Hurt him?”

“With this date tomorrow,” Robin clarified.

Eddie’s face cleared and his eyebrows went up. “If your not saying what I think you’re not saying, neither of you have anything to worry about on that front.”

She bit her lip and then nodded.

He nodded back and walked back out of the store. And if he had little bit more spring to his step, that was no one’s business but his own.

*

Eddie spent more time in front of the mirror that morning than he did most of the rest of his life. But once he had his outfit picked out, he called up Robin.

“Were you able to get a key?” he asked in lieu of greeting.

He could almost feel the eye roll on the side of the line. “Of course I did. In fact, he told me to keep it. Best friend privileges.”

Eddie huffed out an annoyed laugh.

“Meet at his place in twenty minutes.”

He hung up and chewed on his lip nervously. He was going to go through Steve’s clothes and pick out something for him to wear on their date.

He showed up at the house to see Robin waiting for him. “Let’s do this.”

She let him into the house and then led the way to Steve’s room. They opened the door.

“This is just tragic,” she said looking at the plaid wallpaper and the distinct lack of personality in the room.

“How does he stand it?” Eddie asked. He expected to see the average jock’s bedroom. Posters of sports stars, scantly clad women, trophies. Something that said who Steve was as a person.

This wasn’t anything like that at all. It was like it came out of a catalog.

“I’m starting to understand Steve’s personality a lot more,” Robin said softly.

Eddie pursed his lips together and nodded. “Yup.” He cleared his throat. “So um...where do we start?”

Robin licked her lips as she looked around. “Probably the dirty clothes hamper to check for sizes. Nothing worse than picking out pants for him that aren’t even going to get over those thighs.”

Eddie cocked his head the side and nodded with small down turn of his lips. “Sounds good. I want to him to be comfortable, not self-conscious.”

She got his sizes and then began rummaging through his drawers. “Um...most of these are too big...” she said after a minute or two as Eddie went closet diving.

He looked behind him. “What do you mean?”

She pulled out two pairs of jeans. “I’m assuming the most recent ones were on top, but they’re all a size or two smaller than the ones further down.”

Eddie stood up. “That can’t be right. Even if someone else bought them for him, they shouldn’t be off by that much.”

“I think he’s losing weight...” she said.

Eddie closed his eyes. “I lost some weight after the whole upside down bullshittery due to barely nutritional food and not being able to get up. Maybe it was the same for him.”

She frowned. “But it’s been almost a year...”

Eddie sighed. “Well, we’ll just have to get the party together and make sure Steve starts eating again.”

Robin smiled. “I like the way you think. He would most likely fob you or me off, but get Max or Dustin or even El involved and he will fold like a house of cards.”

She turned back to her search.

“Eureka!” she cried after a few moments. “Steve has been holding out us, man.” She showed Eddie her prize. They were a pair of dark grey jeans with black seams.

“Holy shit,” Eddie agreed. “They’re perfect. I also found a beautiful black sweater that would great with those.” He held it up for her to see.

“Fantastic!”

“Now all we need is shoes and underwear,” Eddie said, laying the sweater on the bed next to the jeans.

“You are looking for the shoes, Mister,” she said wagging her finger at him. “I’m not letting you go through his underwear. Not unless you’re dating. Underwear is strictly a best friend or boyfriend scenario and you aren’t either.”

Eddie held up his hands in surrender. He went back to his search of the closet when he found a shoe box and a nice black blazer with a discreet dark grey plaid pattern. He set the jacket down on top of the other things and opened the box.

“What’s Steve’s shoe size?” he asked absently, staring down at the prize on his lap.

“Uh...” she said, frantically looking around. She spotted Steve’s blue Scoops Ahoy shoes and hurried over to them. “A size 10.”

“I found the perfect pair of shoes.”

She came over and looked down at the box on his lap. There in the box was the nicest pair of tuxedo shoes either of had ever seen.

“Yup!”

Eddie also pulled out a duffel bag and did the sniff test making sure it wasn’t an old gym bag. Satisfied, he began packing it with their prizes.

Robin had gone into the bathroom to gather all the necessities for Steve to shower at Eddie’s. She had to make two trips there was so much of it. On her second trip she asked, “Why are you doing this?”

Eddie looked up at her from his perch on the bed. “Because I’m madly in love him and it pisses me off that he’s never been pampered or even treated with the bare minimum of care in his entire fucking life. And that ends today. And if I play my cards right, I will get those boyfriend privileges.”

She blinked at him. “Okay.”

Eddie sighed. “That was a lot. Sorry.”

“Hey you don’t need to apologize to me, man. I get it. Just listening to him this week has been an eye-opener, let me tell you. It just makes me so upset that every girl he’s been with with the exception of Nancy has wanted to date ‘King Steve’ and not our cute little dorky guy who just wants to be loved. So you take care of him, you hear?”

Eddie grinned. “Because you know where Nancy keeps her guns?”

Robin grinned back. “And the best place to hide a body.”

Eddie laughed.

Part 3

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confessions • part two

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: after the confession incident in eddie’s van you decided you want to avoid eddie

i do not give permission to copy my hard work!!

a/n: definitely gonna make this a series, also next part will be in eddie’s pov. please please tell me what you think of both parts.

part one

you quickly called nancy once you got settled in your room, you was gonna tell her everything that happened, like why he didn’t say something while you were in his van? like he wanted to know the truth to why you wasn’t focus during the campaign, you was thinking how you could come out and tel him how you felt about him but now you want to avoid him, you don’t want to see eddie and you’re hoping you won’t run into him anywhere out or in school.

“hello? y/n is that you? girl did you confess to eddie? wh-?” nance asked.

“yeah it’s me, hey nance. and yes, i did confess to him. it didn’t go too well though.” you said.

“no, what happened tell me everything.” she asked.

“um so you know he was dropping me off home and i told him i had to tell him something and i couldn’t keep it inside anymore it wasn’t easy to tell him either, like once he said try me i spilled my feelings out to him. then he pulled into my driveway at that time i was done confessing, i waited a minute or two to see if he would say something but he didn’t so without looking at him i grabbed my things and got out of his van and went in the house, i didn’t look back or anything i just went straight in. he doesn’t like me nance well that’s what i think because of the way he handled it by not saying anything.” you said.

“i am sorry that happened to you, now that was a jerk move that he did. you deserve so much better y/n.” she said

“i have you as my best friend honestly who needs boys? i’m planning on avoiding him though, it’s for the best. i don’t wanna hear, see or be around him.” you said

“you do you y/n, if you think that’s the right choice for now then you do that but one day you both are going to have a sit down and talk about that situation that went down.” nance said

“you’re right but it’s gonna take time but at this moment i don’t want to be around him, because if i see him i would just breakdown and i really don’t want him to see me like that.” you said

“and that’s okay too, you don’t have to be or see him but if you do see him just ignore him and pretend he’s not there.” nance said

“thank you nance for being here for me like when that happened i just wanted to call you and tell you right away, i even could’ve went to your house and told you in person but i didn’t and a phone call was just faster.” you said

“i’m always here for you when needed, i’m just a call away.”

“thank you nance, talk to you later.”

“alright, talk to you later y/n!”

after you got off the phone with nancy you felt a little better from that situation that happened minutes ago, you knew if you stayed in his van longer than what you did you’d probably be in tears by now, but you’re thankful you didn’t stay longer than that five minutes you did stay. you stayed in your room for the remaining of the day, you definitely wasn’t ready for school tomorrow.

while in the car with nancy on the way to school you had all these scenarios were building up in your head of all the possibilities that may could happen while you’re in school, like what if you ran into him while you’re going to your locker?what if he tries to talk to you and try to apologize, if he was sorry he would’ve got out of his van and stopped you but he didn’t do that so. nance pulled up at the school and she gave you a concerned look and you nod your head, “i’m going to be fine, no need to worry but if something does happen i’m coming to you.” you said. “good, because i will always be there for you y/n.” she said. you and nance got out of the car and made your way inside the school.

you took a deep breath as you and nancy parted ways and you made your way towards your locker, ‘so far so good’ you thought to yourself as you reached your locker, you put in your combination and then you grabbed the things you needed for the classes you have for the day.

your classes went by smoothly for your surprising and now it’s time for lunch, it was a good thing that you packed your lunch today, because there was no way you was going to sit in the cafeteria knowing he is going to be there, you can’t stand to see him or be in the same place as him at the same time but so far your day has been good you haven’t seen eddie all day.

now that lunch was over and the school day was over as well, you met up with nancy so she could drive you home and right when you were about to go into nancy’s car you heard your name being called by the person none other than eddie himself, you quickly got into nancy’s car and tell her to pull off right away, after not seeing him all day and hearing him calling out to you, you’re not ready to have a conversation with eddie about the incident yesterday.

nance pulled into your driveway and turned over to you, “y/n what just happened?” she asked.

“i don’t know, i didn’t see him all day, i really don’t want to talk to him, i’m not ready that situation yesterday actually hurts because i like eddie a lot and for him to not say anything just really hurts me and it’s just best if i don’t talk to him for now.” you said.

“i understand, take your time when you’re ready to talk to him you can talk to him, he needs to understand that you’re avoiding him for a good reason.” nance said.

“thank you for driving me home, nance.”

“you’re welcome.”

“see you later, nance.” you said as you got out of her car as you waved goodbye to her as you made your way inside your house.

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first love // burial plot

🎶 burial plot by dayseeker

(AU) Steve Harrington x fem!reader

[a/n] tell me why I find it easier to write Steve’s pov than readers…? like it’s weird I get writers block and then im like ‘oh I know I’ll write as Steve’ and boom all the answers are unlocked. Anyways that aside I was planning to release this part tomorrow but im inpatient as hell and can’t wait any longer because I low-key love this piece. Enjoy!

[warnings?] thoughts of cheating, doubt, obliviousness, jealousy, slightly toxic relationship

first love masterlist here!

Tossing and turning, unable to sleep Steve rose from the shared bed and unwrapped Rebecca’s arms from his waist. He should’ve felt guilty for thinking of you when he was here with her but he couldn’t help it. He knew he was done for the moment you looked at him with wide eyes and a shy smile, tonight just solidified his feelings even more.

If only the sickening sight of you and the stranger didn’t plague his dreams. He couldn’t even be that mad anyone would be grateful to call you theirs, so why did the thought hurt so much? As if the question even mattered because it was clear as day why, he just didn’t want to admit it.

You were beautiful beyond belief, he could’ve sworn he’d stopped breathing, if it wasn’t for Rebecca’s sharp nails digging into his side reminding him of the mess he’d made he would’ve thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

Picking his phone up from the nightstand and pulling a sweater on he beelined towards Eddie’s room needing someone to vent to. Eddie had known Steve loves you, he just didn’t realise it how deep his love went, assuming it was a brotherly kind of love perhaps even at one point a crush but never in love.

Steve had tried to keep his feelings on the low down, in fact he was sure that the older he got the better he hid it. After all everyone thought he had a crush on you back in high school, assuming with his reputation and noncommittal ways he’d gotten over it eventually. 

He knew now that he hadn’t and with that meant Rebecca had also discovered his secret. Of course she was far from happy, the argument from earlier still ringing in his ears as he thought of how angry she’d gotten, throwing insult after insult not caring about how low she stooped as long as it hurt him.

However, as bad as it was she still ended up clinging to his side, refusing to let go. Any other time he would’ve found it endearing, borderline sickening how in love they were, his younger self probably gagging at how whipped he was, but now it truly left him feeling slimy. Her touch going from being a source of comfort and happiness to now feeling suffocating and anxiety inducing, just like her behaviour had changed and evolved eerily similar to his parents. 

Confused and downright exhausted he’d knocked on Eddie’s door, beyond ecstatic when he wasn’t turned away but welcomed in, just like old times. The two hadn’t always been as close as they were now, coming from two different worlds and struggling to accept themselves for who they were, led them to only really hang out when it was with the rest of the group. However, over the years with all the ups and downs of life they’d found common ground and built a solid friendship. 

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

Winter of 89 had been a long one, the storms and the snow never-ending driving many to wind up on the brink of homelessness. Unfortunately, Eddie and Wayne had ended up in that exact situation and if it hadn’t been for Steve they may not have survived. Weeks were spent unable to do anything but sit and wait for the snow to melt, with the daily meet-ups and weekly movie nights being cancelled for the foreseeable future.

When Steve had opened his home to the Munson duo they had been reluctant, with their pride and independence on the line they refused to give up so easily. Stating that they’d be fine and that they’d figure something out, to which Steve outright refused almost embarrassingly begging them, stating that he would not be his parents.

He had the space and the finances to support them during this time, more than happy to help a friend out knowing Eddie or any one of his friends would do the same for him. To much debate they finally gave in and in the three weeks that they’d stayed at Steve’s they’d grown on each other. Wayne became a second dad to Steve, or a first one assuming his dad could even be called one. Like the family he’d never had, he realised then what it meant to be loved unconditionally. Their support and willingness to take him in, despite it being his home made him want to cry at the feelings it evoked. He’d forever be grateful for all they taught him, regardless of if they knew exactly how much they did for him. 

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

“You’re in love. What more do you want me to say?” Eddie said matter of factly, munching on a bag of chips and pointing out the obvious like always. 

“No shit Sherlock, how’d you figure that out?” Whacking him lightly on the head with a pillow before pointing out that his question didn’t require an answer.

“You’ve been in love with her for years and you’re only just figuring it out?” To Eddie it wasn’t as complicated as Steve was making it, the truth was plain as day and there was no denying it.“Stop pacing you’re stressing me out.” It was now Eddie’s turn to whack Steve, although slightly harder than intended, hoping it would stop Steve from wearing out the floor.

“What do you expect me to do? Knock on her door and tell her the truth? Besides the guy that asked her out earlier probably had a better chance than me.” The two had now transitioned into whisper shouting, Steve rambling on about why it was complicated and why he’d pretend this realisation never happened.

After much debate Eddie was the one to smack Steve with a dose of reality, pointing out how in love with him you were. “If you love her like you say you do then own up to it. She’s waited around long enough and she most certainly wont wait around any longer.” 

“What about my girlfriend?” 

“Break up with her.” No wonder he was still single if that was his advice.

“Time Magazine was right about you, you really are a heartbreaker.” Teasingly saying as Eddie ushered him out with a grin. He knew how much Eddie despised the media, constantly harassing him and spreading rumours around as easy as breathing air. 

“Fuck off” There was no malice behind his words, knowing that the following the days would sure be interesting to say the least. Slamming the door and leaving Steve to wonder off back to his room, alone and ready to deal with the upcoming fallout that was bound to arise.

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NOTICING YOU - e.m x fem reader Part Three

tw: Reader is a cynic who doesn't believe in love, Claudia Henderson isn't the best :/ (is that a trigger? idk.), big sister acts like a parent, smoking, insomniac (??kinda if you squint??), swearing, jealous!Eddie (if you squint), pet names

word count: 4710

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part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

Y/N'S POV

"So, were you able to get through to someone to get your car fixed?" Mom asked. I told her the conversation I had over the phone with Eddie and explained that he'd be here first thing in the morning to collect the car and take it to the shop. 

"First thing? But they're always swamped with cars on a Saturday. I thought you wouldn't get seen till Sunday, Monday at the latest." Mom said. 

"Same here," I attempted to stifle a yawn but failed. "I've to be up early so uh... goodnight." I turned around and walked away.

I was never close with Mom, and then things kicked off with Dad. 

I guess it was then I realised I wasn't as close with either of my parents as I had thought.

I padded down the hall towards Dustin's room in my bare feet, the feeling of the cool wood underneath my feet relaxing me with each step. I passed by my room to see Tews sitting on my bed cleaning herself. I hate that cat and I have no idea why my mom loves it so much. 

That's not to say all cats are bad, I just don't like this particular cat. 

Knocking on Dustin's bedroom, I waited to hear him say "It's open," before opening it slightly and sticking my head around the door. 

"Goodnight boys," I smiled at them, all gathered around together talking about god knows what.

 Mike, Will and Lucas will always feel like little brothers to me, I've known them so long. It felt weird seeing them as a trio, and a part of me missed seeing Will around the place. I hope he's happy in California. 

"Night Y/n!" 

"Thanks for letting us stay over!"

"Sleep. Soon." I said pointedly, "Just because you're in high school now does not mean you are to be up all night. You'll just end up being super tired tomorrow."

"But can't we just have-" Dustin started. 

"Dustin the last time you had coffee you went nuts. Not happening again under my watch." I said, leaving the room

"Technically we're under Mom's watch," He mumbled back defeatedly. 

I stuck my head back around the door, giving him a look that blatantly said 'Really? Moms' watch? Have you ever even met our mother?' before he groaned causing me to laugh as I exited the room. 

Sometimes I love to play the authoritative big sister card just to mess with him, it can really piss him off. 

I didn't know how what time 'first thing' was, I'm grateful and all but couldn't he be a bit more specific? Either way, I was going to need to get to sleep so I could wake up early. I set my alarm for 7:30 am, which isn't even a time that should exist on a Saturday morning, so I could get up and be ready for when he calls. I had switched off the handbrake and managed to push the car till it was outside my house. Could've done with Robin's freakishly strong arms but she had her Family Video shift, plus I'm fairly sure I earned a few muscles of my own. 

Changing into a pair of old biker shorts and an oversized misfits t-shirt, I crawled into my bed and lay on my side, willing sleep to come, but my head was so full of thoughts it was like there was no switching it off. I lay like that until I could hear everyone in bed, and the faint sound of my mother's snoring echoed through the halls. 

When I was certain that she was asleep, I snuck out of the house and sat on the swing bench on our porch, curling my knees up to my chest underneath my shirt and resting my head on them. 

There was something about the nighttime, the way the town went silent. As a kid, I used to believe that because it was so quiet, everyone would be able to hear the slightest noise you make. On nights like these, I sometimes wonder the same thing. 

Except now I know about science and the speed of sound, so the idea is a complete fantasy. 

Sitting on the bench, lighting up a cigarette from my stash that kept my hands slightly warm. I looked out at the sky, not seeing a single star. Not seeing anything but the faint glow of the street lamps from down the road. There was a faint breeze that wrapped around my ankles now and again, but other than that it was a warm night, unusually warm for October. 

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I sat there until I could see orange streaks beginning to paint the sky. So much for trying to get some sleep. I unfolded myself from the swing and walked to my room, careful not to wake anyone. Checking my alarm clock, I saw that it was 7 am. I could try and get a 30-minute nap in but knowing me, I'd sleep past my alarm. 

I took a shower, scrubbing the smell of the night air off my skin. I wanted to stay in the shower, to feel the steam rise around me, but I didn't have the time. I turned off the water, wrapped my hair and body in a towel, and then made my way to my room to start getting ready. 

I debated drying my hair but decided I wasn't in the mood to deal with the frizz today (I never am). Pulling on a low-cropped white shirt, black ripped jeans and combat boots, I got changed and grabbed some cereal before sitting on the couch and reading. By the time Eddie pulled up, my hair was almost dry but still damp in places. 

The doorbell rang and I looked at my mother, not surprised to find her fawning over that stupid cat once again. I got up and answered the door, a part of me freaking out before remembering why he was here.

"Hi," I said quietly, fear washing over me as I suddenly realised this was my first time talking to Eddie, face to face. 

"Hey," he replied equally as sheepish. Was something wrong? Had I done something?

His eyes moved down towards my exposed waistline, and I desperately wanted to grab a hoodie to cover up.

He must've found the shitty brown carpet very fascinating because he couldn't seem to look away from it. "So the truck is parked out front, I've hooked your car up to it and everything, I just need you to come down to the shop to fill out some stuff." He told me. I figured I'd have to go to the mechanics at some stage today, I just didn't think it would be so soon.

"Do you want a coffee or something before we go?" I pointed my thumb towards the kitchen, the mannerisms that my grandmother drilled into me coming into play again. He looked up, our eyes holding each other and suddenly I felt like there was a magnetic in each of his eyes, drawing me in closer. 

From where we were standing you could see beside the kitchen, where my mom was sitting there, talking to Tews like it was a human baby. 

"Uhm, maybe some other time?" He said, suppressing a grin.

"Yeah sure," 

Had I just 'yeah sure' d the idea of coffee with Eddie Munson? 

"I'll grab my mom's car keys, just hang on two seconds." I turned towards the living room where my Mom was sitting, combing the cat with an old comb of mine. 

"Um, there's room up the front of the truck if you want to ride up there with me?" He asked me, "It might be a bit easier." 

I turned one more time to look at my mother, who was now singing lullabies to this freaky cat before agreeing.

God, I miss Mews. Now that was a cat who did not like to be coddled.

Just as I was about to pull the door behind me, my mother called out. "Remember you're trying on dresses for homecoming this afternoon! We'd better hurry or all the good ones will be sold out!" 

My heart dropped and I wanted to strangle her. I prayed to whoever was up there that Eddie hadn't heard her.

I threw my book bag over my shoulder, I never liked to leave home without it. He opened the car door for me and waited till I was in okay before running to check that everything was hooked up properly. While I was waiting for him, I sat noticing all the little details in it. Things like his pack of cigarettes and a lighter, or a few jumbled-up mix-tapes sitting in the glove box and in the pockets on the driver-side door. A black bandana was thrown across the dashboard, most likely the one that Eddie carries around all the time. 

What surprised me most was the pack of hair ties hidden underneath his rolling papers. Although I guess when you have as much hair as he does and work as a mechanic, tying it up is more of an occupational precaution.

He opened his door and threw off his coat before jumping in. He grabbed a hair tie and pulled his hair back, and I tried my hardest not to look as every muscle in his arm flexed. Made all the more visible by his grey muscle shirt, his tattoos on full display.

"Buckled up?" He asked me, I nodded as I closed the seat belt around myself. He did the same and then started up the car. He drove with one hand on the wheel and another on the gear stick, right next to my knee. Every so often there'd be a bump in the road and his knuckles would graze against my jeans or my exposed knee, sending off shocks from where he touched me. 

The silence was deafening, the only noise coming from the metal music on his radio. It was a bunch of different bands which made me think it was a mix-tape. I was going to say something, compliment the music, but Eddie beat me to the punch before I could open my mouth. 

"So, you're going to homecoming?" His eyes were fixed straight ahead on the road. There was a tone to his words that I couldn't quite decipher, almost nervous.

"Um. Yeah," I fidgeted with my hands in my lap. "last year and all that, figured I'd see what all the fuss was about while I still can."

"And uh," His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his eyes unwavering from the road ahead, "and do you have a date?"

My chest tightened and I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe given the thickness of the air around us. 

"No, it's just me and Robin," I said lowering my head, suddenly very fascinated by my hands, "We'll probably both just sit on the bleachers till 10 pm before figuring out some way home."

"Good," he muttered quietly, almost as if he didn't want me to hear him. I had so many questions, but a few stuck out in my mind. 

 Was he happy I wasn't bringing a date? Or that I wouldn't be dancing?

"Are you going?" Why had I asked that? 

"No, it's uh," He chuckled slightly, "Not really my scene,"

I don't know why my blood felt cold and my heart sank as he said this, but they did. 

 Master of Puppets by Metallica came on, and I started tapping my foot quietly, letting the questions and feelings fade with every strum of the guitar. Dad hated this song, but I always thought it was a good one. Hearing it again after so long caused goosebumps to make their way across my skin.

"Come Crawling Faster,"

I thought I was singing under my breath, but that last line came out louder than expected. I sat there and prayed he hadn't heard me. 

"Obey Your Master," He sang back, a smirk plastered on his face. 

His voice sent tingles down my spine and makes the hair on my arms stand upright, leaving me with goosebumps all over my skin. He was so close to me that I was almost certain he could feel the tension rising within me. 

He looked like he was going to say something, but then we turned onto the gravel path leading up to the mechanics, and the moment was gone.

Why does he make me feel like this, it's not like I have a crush on him or anything. Crushes are for girls in middle school and people with their heads in the clouds.

Maybe it was just because he was helping me out with the car. Yeah, people find plumbers and firefighters hot all the time, it's just because they're providing a service. 

Not that I find Eddie hot. I mean he is very attractive, and when he stretches his arms it makes me feel all weird inside, but I am most certainly not attracted to Eddie. 

The truck came to a halt outside the workshop. Eddie jumped out of the truck and rushed around to my side just as I was opening the door. 

"Here, it's a bit of a step-down. I'll give you a hand." He said. I swung both of my feet out as he held the back of my arm with his large hand, and I would've been fine. 

But I'm me, and I have to fill my daily awkward quota.

I started to climb down, my back to Eddie as I side-stepped out of the van, the coldness of his rings sending mini shockwaves from where he held my arm and wrist when my ankle went from under me, making me fall sideways. 

I squinted my eyes, sure that I was going to hit the pavement. An absolute goner that was going to end up in the hospital before dying of pure embarrassment. But the ground never came to meet me. 

Instead, I was pulled tight against something, a pair of arms wrapped around my back and legs. It felt like all the breath had left my body, and a strong smell of cigarettes and sandalwood filled my nose. 

I opened my eyes as Eddie gripped me to his chest, looking down at me as he held me bridal style. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as his dark orbs explored my face. 

I don't know if he did it on purpose or not, but he rubbed his finger in circles across my knee where his hand gripped my leg. The air felt electric, almost as if it could shock us both if we moved. His arm was on my back and I was glad it wasn't a few inches lower.

I was almost certain his dark eyes flickered down to my lips and lingered for a second, before quickly returning to look me in the eye. 

We looked at each other in silence. I felt his hot breath fan my face and caught the smell of mint.  I was almost certain he was going to say something, but he just cleared his throat.

"Sorry," 

"Are you okay?" He said at the same time as me. 

"Oh uh. I'm okay." I stammered through my words, "Thank you." 

We looked at each other again, and a small part of me didn't want him to put me down, but that idea was quickly erased from my mind when Eddie cleared his throat again, gradually lowering me till I was on my feet. I could tell that the awkwardness I was feeling was mutual as we both shuffled our feet.

The workshop was on the other side of town, it was a long walk home without the car, and I didn't want to trouble Eddie with driving me home. But it was like he was reading my mind because the next thing he said was, 

"You should come in and sit down," He motioned to the desk and chair beside him, piled high with paperwork. "It's supposed to rain on and off all day. I'll drive you home after I take a look at this baby." He unhooks the car from the truck before pushing it into the shop.

"Oh, thanks. You don't have to." I replied, moving towards the desk and placing down my book bag,  desperate to keep the nerves out of my voice.

"My pleasure." He smiled.

 He bent into the driver's side, fiddling for something. 

"Oh, there's a knack for popping the hood,  here I can-" I started, but before I could finish he had done it, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

Eddie looked at me, and suddenly the concrete floor became very interesting, "Just a bit of pressure and some elbow grease should do the trick." He says, climbing back out of the car. 

He opens up the hood and takes a look as I sit down and place my bag on my lap. I want to ask if he minds me doing homework, but I don't want to look like I'm ignoring him or being rude.  

"Ok so, " he started, and I suddenly felt a drop in my stomach. What if my baby was fucked, and I could never drive her again? What if all she was good for anymore was spare parts? I was so worked up about never being able to drive my girl again that I completely forgot about the guy inspecting her. 

My freak out must've been clear on my face because Eddie's face became very soft and gentle, 

"Hey, hey, hey, don't worry, it's only a faulty spark plug and wire casings. You're alignments a bit off and your transmission is failing, but it's nothing I can't fix for you. There are some other things here and there that I'll need to get some parts for, and no offence but your car is an older model so it might take a while to get them all." He gave me a small smile, easing my nerves slightly. Eddie sounded like he knew what he was doing, so clearly he did. Right? 

"I'll be honest, none of that makes sense," I said, as he walks around and pulls out the chair for me. He's surprisingly chivalrous, opening car doors and pulling out chairs. I don't know what I expected him to be like, but it wasn't this. "I don't think she's ever been looked at after Dad renovated her." I sat in the chair and wonder why I ever thought my dad was a reliable person as Eddie walks into what I assume is a storage closet. 

"Here," he says, handing me a radio and a box of tapes that were just around, "Pick out some music, I wanna see what you choose." He had put the car on a lift earlier and was in the process of raising her, a skateboard and toolbox beside him. Once he was happy she was at a reasonable height he dropped to his knees beside the board, then flipped himself over so he was lying flat against it, using it to push himself under the car. 

I was flicking through the mix tapes he had when one stood out to me. Dad used to play it for Dustin as a kid, which in hindsight seems a bit weird but at the time it made him laugh and dance like crazy. 

Rock You Like A Hurricane by Scorpions started to echo around the building, and I hesitantly pulled out my economics textbook and attempted to try and understand this nonsense they tried to teach us, while Eddie just silently bopped his foot along to the tempo. 

Silence passed between us as I attempted to do homework and Eddie tried to fix my car, the only sound surrounding us being the music from Eddie's radio. Once homework was completed I started on a piano lesson plan for Joanna Kelly, a girl who lived down the street from us, I gave her parents a discount given how nice they were to myself and Dustin growing up. 

When that was over, I slyly pulled out a math notebook and began to work out my expenses. Eddie could try and sugarcoat it as much as he wants, but I knew this service wasn't going to be cheap. I mean, needing to get replacement parts? It's got to cost at least $2000+, which is definitely more than I make teaching kids how to play twinkle twinkle and three blind mice. I'd landed a job over the summer at the Hawkins Hypnotic Record Store, but only as a way to save up for college.

Now I'll have to apply for scholarships if I want any hope of getting into somewhere decent. That meant taking on more extracurriculars and writing a killer college essay. 

Ms Kelly had advertised on the intercom the other week about finding someone to help out in the front office for extra credit. Looks like I was going to be taking her up on it.

 I'm barely going to have time to breathe let alone sleep. 

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Listening to Eddie banging and crashing around the car had me nervous, but only a small bit. Eddie knew what he was doing, his uncle didn't seem like the kind of guy to give Eddie a job based on familial connections. 

Suddenly Eddie comes flying out from under the car, grease and oil covering his face and sweat glistening along his arms, his tattoos practically shining. 

I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts about how much this was going to cost me that I didn't even notice him talking to me. 

"Hey, Y/n?" He asked with a touch of confusion, "Hellooo?" 

My head snapped to look at him, his voice bringing me to my senses.

"Sorry, I was lost in my own mind. Worrying about stuff y'know?"

He rubbed the grease off his face with a cloth and a soft grin, his eyes closed. I took this moment to examine him a bit further. He looked like he had strong arms, and his tattoos were kinda impressive and cool. I heard he paid his friend a 3 months supply of weed, and they did them with a pin and some type of ink. 

But I don't know if any of that is real.

"What does a pretty girl like you have to be worrying about?" 

Pretty girl.

The words bounced around my stomach before settling between my thighs. I squeezed them together as if on instinct, the words rolling over my skin like waves.

I remained silent, not too sure how to answer that, my mind was blank as I tried to ignore the sudden throbbing I felt.

A few moments pass by and Eddie sits up and looks at me, his hair coming loose from the hair tie.

"Hey, could you pass me the wrench? It's on the counter over there, it's the one with the round-"

"I know what a wrench looks like Eddie, I'll grab it now," I said shuffling around to the counter to look for it, silently loving the way his name felt on my tongue

5, maybe 6 minutes pass, and I've no luck. I had handed him a wrench, but apparently, it wasn't the right wrench. So now I was back staring at a workspace full of stupid tools with stupid names. 

I hadn't even heard Eddie come up behind me until I felt his breath. 

"Here, let me help" He spoke softly, "It's the least I can do,"

I wanted to tell him that he was fixing my car, and it was the least I  could do to find the stupid wrench when suddenly his hand was on my waist as he moved to step beside me. His fingertips brushed off me like tiny flames searing into the exposed skin, and I knew what was coming next.

I tried to resist it, believe me. But I can't help it. I've never been able to, it's my number one weakness. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as I braced myself.

His fingers trailed along the base of my back. I managed to suppress the moan, but that was about it. Like always I arched my back and jerked sideways in a fit of the most unattractive laughs you can picture. 

Eddie didn't have to pull his hand away, I had already squirmed from his grip as he looked at me stunned. A toothy grin formed on his face as he crossed his arms. 

"What was that?" He said laughing slightly.

Looking at him laugh made me laugh more. It was like someone flipped my giddy switch. I turned to the countertop and bent over on it, determined to catch my breath with my hands clasped behind my head. 

"Oh god," I said breathlessly, "I'm sorry, I just have a really ticklish back."

I couldn't see his face, but when he spoke he whispered, 

"Heh, yeah," He said lowly, "That's definitely a first. I'll try not and accidentally tickle you in the future." I felt like he was grinning, but I was too embarrassed now to even look him in the eye. 

I nearly made a potential sex noise in front of Eddie Munson. 

After a bit of silence, I hear him say "Found it, it was a torque wrench I was looking for, sorry for the confusion."

His voice had become very soft, and once again we were wrapped in silence, only now it wasn't uncomfortable.

As the day went on, and while I was fretting over how I was going to pay for my car and most of the house bills, a few people came in to drop off their cars, barely exchanging words with the guy classed as the town freak. Eddie didn't look too bothered as they tossed him their keys before turning on their heel and walking away, but something told me deep down it annoyed him.

But what could I do? I doubt he'd want any consolation from me, he barely knows me. 

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"Well, from the looks of things, the repairs shouldn't take more than 3 to 4 weeks. Maybe 5." He told me, which downhearted me slightly, I mean a whole month without my car? Maybe more? That was a whole month getting the bus to school, adding an extra touch of hell onto the day. 

"Oh, okay. Would you be able to give me a rough idea of the price? It's ok if you can't, I really appreciate you doing this for me." I gave him a slight smile and watched curiously as he looked to the ground and walked behind the counter. He almost looked nervous. 

"It's not going to be cheap, as you probably guessed, but luckily for you," He released a breath that sounded like he had been holding onto it for a while, resting his fist underneath his face "Flattery works with me." 

I gave a small chuckle, relieved that he was easing the tension. 

"I'll write up a docket next time you're here, we can sort something out then." He said calmly, moving to sit back in his chair. Meanwhile, my heart had started beating a mile a minute. 

"Next time I'm here?" I asked curiously

"Yeah, next time you're free and I'm working on your car. It's kind of nice to have someone around who appreciates good music," He was flipping through papers on the countertop, and I was praying he didn't look up anytime soon and see the mixture of surprise and confusion on my face. He looked at the clock on the wall behind him and I saw that I had spent the whole day here, and it was almost 9 pm. 

"C'mon it's getting late. Plus now you definitely can't walk home, it's too dark. My car is parked out front, I'll give you a lift." He pulled his keys off the rack and threw on his jacket that he took in from the back of the van earlier. 

"Um, thanks. Means a lot." And suddenly I was back to tripping over my words in front of him. 

He likes having me around?

He appreciates my music taste? 

Edward Munson, what are you doing to me?

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[wwenhlimagines]

Stuck In The Middle - Part 6

Hook x Y/N x Ricky Starks

Part 5

After the awkward interview with Hookhausen, Y/N looks to move on and focus on her friendship with the women on the roster.

I walk backstage, shaking my head in disbelief after what I believe was Hook's attempt at flirting. I'm so thankful for Danhausen's quick-witted response that saved me from further embarrassment. I will have to thank him later, but for now, I just need to walk away from the situation.

I walk by catering and snag a water bottle before Willow Nightingale skips over. "Hey, Y/N, how's it going?"

I smile at the happy-go-lucky woman as she bites into an apple. "Overall, pretty good. But the interview I just got thrown into... yikes! I just hope I don't get in trouble somehow."

Willow tilts her head to the side and sighs. "Well, everyone I have talked to has only said good things about you, and Tony can't expect you to be perfect in every interview. You said you got thrown into the interview?"

I nod as I take a sip of water. "Lexi isn't feeling well, so I had to take her place with a 2 minute warning."

Willow nods, and we continue talking about the interview for a bit. I was expecting to avoid the topic, but something about Willow just makes me trust her and want to open up to her like I have with Ruby.

We seemed to have lost track of time as we were still talking when the show finished and the wrestlers came through to grab the last few snacks that were left. I kept my head down as I saw Ricky walking towards us with his usual confident stride. "Hello, ladies. Did you enjoy my match tonight?"

I rolled my eyes before standing up and coming face to face with him. "Ricky, now is not the time nor place for your shameless flirting. I've had a rough night, so I'm going to walk away from this conversation and go back to my hotel room. Got it?"

Ricky watches me walk away with a confused yet worried look on his face, as I have never shown this side of me to anyone in AEW. He is about to say something when Willow places her hand on his shoulder. "Don't even think about it, Starks. If she wants to talk to you about it, then she will reach out. She needs some space from this love triangle bullshit."

Ricky gulps as he has also never seen Willow this stern and serious. He nods and walks the other direction as Willow jogs to catch up with me. I go into the women's locker room with Willow, and we quickly grab our bags and find Ruby Soho for us in the hallway. The 3 of us head to a diner and get some late night food in our systems before Willow goes to the hotel, and Ruby insists on me staying with her tonight.

Once we get back to Ruby's house, I feel exhausted, so I get ready for bed and quickly end up passed out in her guest bedroom. Meanwhile, Ruby seems to have some tricks up her sleeve.

Ruby's POV

I sigh in relief as I check to see if Y/N has fallen asleep in the guest bedroom. I see she left her phone on the nightstand, so I pick it up and see it is at 13%. I take her phone and plug in the charger right as a notification from Hook pops up. I didn't mean to snoop, but I had to read it.

Hook: Y/N, I'm so sorry about the interview. I would like to meet up tomorrow and explain myself if you are available and willing to hear me out.

I roll my eyes as I put the phone back on the nightstand and walk out of the room, leaving Y/N to sleep peacefully. I grab my phone and text Eddie, asking him to call me. Not even 5 minutes later, my phone is ringing, and I have to quickly answer it to avoid waking Y/N up. I go sit down on the couch as I tell Eddie about everything going on. I can hear how tired he is, so I decide to skip some details and get to the point.

"Eddie, if she does meet up with Hook, it will go one of two ways. Either she hears him out, and he has a good reason, so she forgives him, and they get closer. OR he has a bullshit excuse, and she turns into a loose cannon."

"Ruby, why are you involving me in this high school drama bullshit? She is a grown woman who can defend herself if needed. What's the point of this?"

"Eddie, she is still the newest woman in AEW, and she doesn't have many close friends yet. I just want to make sure if anything goes sour, you and Ortiz will have her back."

I smile and simply respond, "Goodnight Ed-" before he hangs up on me. I shake my head and text Willow, asking when she is flying out.

I can practically hear his eyes rolling before he groans, "Fine. Let me know where they are going, and we might show up just in case. Now, can a man get some decent sleep for fucks sake?"

"Hey Ruby, I don't leave until Friday. What are you planning?"

I tell her about the text from Hook and explain that we should be ready for a girls' night no matter the outcome. Willow excitedly agrees and suggests we have our own mini party at my house. We decide everything else will have to depend on what happens tomorrow and decide to go to sleep.

The next morning - Y/N's POV

I woke up from a dream about Ricky and Hook fighting over me in the ring, and I was flustered, to say the least. They were acting like I was the FTW belt, and they were fighting to win me. I'm a human being, not some toy, so I started to try to walk away from the ring when I realized I was handcuffed to the ropes.

I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes as I tried to adjust to the real world again. I reach over and find my phone full of notifications. I swiped them all away until I saw Hook's text. I opened it and contemplated how to respond for a few minutes before deciding I will meet up with him.

Y/N: Where do you want to meet?

Hook: How about we get breakfast at IHOP?

I begrudgingly get up from my bed to go find Ruby. She has coffee brewing in the kitchen as she grabs some cereal. "Good morning, Y/N. How did you sleep?"

I shrug my shoulders and simply show her the text messages from Hook. She nods and looks up at me, rubbing my face out of worry. "I guess I'm going to IHOP. Can you give me a ride?"

Ruby nods before digging into her cereal. "You go get ready. I'll eat my cereal and meet you in the car."

I smile before returning to the guest room and texting Hook to tell him I can be there in 30 minutes. He responds with a thumbs up, and I quickly get ready for the day. Ruby and I drive over to IHOP, and I get out of the car to see Eddie and Ortiz walking into the restaurant as well. Eddie sees me and smiles before holding the door open. "Good choice for breakfast, new girl."

I laugh and almost forget why I'm here until I see Hook waving his arm in the air. "Sorry to leave you two so soon, but someone has some explaining to do."

Eddie nods and gives me a side hug before I walk over to join Hook. I sit across from him and nervously play with the utensils as I decide how to start this conversation. Luckily, Hook hates awkward silence, so he sighs before starting to explanation.

"I'm so so sorry, Y/N. I never meant to embarrass you last night. I was expecting Lexi to be the interviewer, and Ricky got me all riled up as I walked backstage. I don't think I've ever tried that said excuse for a pickup line in my life. It's just... Ricky... he gets under my skin."

I nodded as I listened to him, and I could tell he was genuinely upset with how his actions affected me. "Hook, I'm not mad at you. I'm more confused than anything. You weren't yourself last night, and it threw me for a loop. Honestly, I'm still trying to get comfortable with my position in the company, and the distractions aren't making it any easier."

Hook nods and leans forward. "How can I help you feel more comfortable?"

I smile nervously, "I want to focus on making strong friendships. Do you think we can be friends? At least for now."

Hook nods as he chews on his bottom lip.

I reach for his hand and make sure he looks me in the eyes before I continue. "I promise, I'm not looking for a relationship with anyone right now. I just got out of a toxic one, and I need time to heal. It's nothing personal against you."

He smiles slightly and nods before the waitress comes over to take our orders. We decide to make small talk to get to know each other as friends and find we have a lot in common. We were talking about Hook's first few appearances in AEW when I see a flash out of the corner of my eye. I look over to see an AEW fan taking a picture of the 2 of us.

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[venuswrites777]

(Oh no!! You got the bad end part 1)

(Yandere! Wally Darling × reader)

Sorry for my bad English I'm not a native speaker.

Color code: orange.  (because mention of alcohol and a "mention" of missing/dead parents, you can think whatever you want.)

Yes, it's my first time writing about some specific character, but can't hold myself, because everyone is writing cute things and idk… Wally doesn't give me the "cute boy who loves you" aura… He looks more unstable. 

So…  Here I go. With part 1 because I don't want to make this so long. 

Playlist for inspiration: 

One morning, after a fight with your big brother for the tv, you finally win, (your big sister looks at you two like a pair of kids, funny. Because you have 20 and your brother has 28.)

You start to search for something to see, and, finally, you found a weird channel with weird programs but it has a kid's show named "Welcome Home" Your brother and your sister leave you alone because they have to do something they didn't talk about. 

The show was so colorful, and the characters are so cute, you immediately make Eddie your favorite character, after all, he's the mailman and he makes you remember to write letters to your mom because it's the only way of communication you can have with her. But there's Wally, he's cute, so small and friendly when he asks what to paint, you said the first thing that came to your head. 

—"A tiger on a cloud" 

—"A tiger on a cloud? That's so original neighbor, I like your creativity" 

His response feels out of the script, so you see him confused, you feel something weird in his eyes, so, the only thing you can do was smile at him, get up from the couch, and go for some water and some food, maybe you're thinking things. When you return, he is still here, and he shows you the paint.

—"Maaan, this boy has to teach me how to paint masterpieces" 

You said to eat one piece of Apple you prepared for yourself. 

—"I can teach you, but for that, you should visit the neighborhood" 

Your spine shivers after listening to the response, you see the clock and it's 3:33 am, Where the fuck are your siblings??!! You see the tv and the show are running like normal, Julie and Frank are making fun of stuff, and Eddie is there with them. You start to feel a little scared, so you try to call your brother, but he doesn't pick up the phone. 

"Hi, this is the most expensive bitch in town phone mail, please, leave your message, maybe tomorrow I will hear you" 

—"For the good lord, please pick up the damn phone, where the fuck are you two??!!"

You scream at the phone a little scared because everything feels so bad, like a horror movie, the horror movie that makes you sleep with religious things or simply don't let you sleep for weeks. You light up all the rooms and go covered by a red blanket, just like your pijama… No more tv for you in a week is the only thing you can think of. When you watch the tv again, Poppy looks so worried talking with Sally and Julie… And, Wally, who is looking at you, but you're avoiding eye contact. 

—"I miss my mom" 

You said a little sad watching the show.

—"Maybe your mom misses you too"  

Wally responds with a little happiness when you're going to do something stupid, your siblings finally come home. With boxes and other things. You turn off the tv and go with them…

The next day, out of curiosity you go for the boxes, and one has your name, but the tv is turned on, Wally is asking what to paint, and you just said something just to prove you're not crazy and the show is off.

—"My mom cooking apple pie, just like the old times"

Wally smile and said. 

—"You look like the person who loves their family, that's cute, but I prefer to paint you cooking for our friends here, is a beautiful idea that I want to make a reality"

Yes, you're right, you're not crazy, the show is off, so, you walk to the kitchen and go for some alcohol to turn off your brain, and sit on the couch, you are in some dense shit, that's what you think, you don't know what to do now. 

You look him in the eyes, starting to feel something weird, so you look away and your brother gets out of his room.

—"Vodka??  At this hour?!! Bitch is 6 AM, you should be sleeping or I don't know maybe studying for your exams at the university… Not drinking Vodka"

You look at your brother, he looks at the tv and, sees Wally looking directly at you… 

—"OOOH SHIT!!  Don't tell me you're addicted to a kid's show…  Well, you need a boyfriend, it's urgent, I don't want to see you in Japan marrying that weird puppet"

—"What the fuck is wrong with you?!! How can I fall in love with a Puppet?!! Man…"

—"I don't know but you're capable of everything, I know you"

And after that weird conversation, he goes out, and you see the tv and Wally is painting just like normal, but when he shows you the paint, it's the same bottle of vodka you have in your hands with a red cross. You see the bottle and drink more desperate.

—"Drink alcohol is bad for you… stop" 

The voice sounds weird, something is more off than you think. 

—"Maybe I'll need more"

—"No, you don't need more, you're making me sad, this is bad for you… Look me in the eyes and tell me you will stop"

You see him directly in the eyes, and you started to feel some cold on your body, you start to feel dizzy, and then, everything goes dark. 

You woke up on a weird floor, and see everything black, you get up and walk a little, and you hear voices screaming for help. 

—"Hello?? Anyone is here?? "

You feel something grab your arm and take you out of there, now, you're in a weird house, and everything looks like that show, you get up and tried to find something, but you found a portrait of you with your red pijama and your red blanket, just like mother Mary… When you turn back, you see him.

—"Welcome home my love"

Oh shit… maybe the vodka at 6 Am was not a good idea. 

[bingwriterxo]

I have so many thoughts on this new chapter!! But I’ll try to get them all down. I freakin adored getting a preview of nervous Tara 😂😂 I think Sam noticed how nervous she was and how serious Tara is about reader. The “hey pretty girl” reader lets out when Tara opened the door….my gay heart literally started beating so hard…get any pretty girl saying that to me and I’d pretty much just die on the spot. Not reader bringing a wine from FRANCE….as a person who adores fine art and Shakespeare READER is the dream girl!

I don’t know why but when readers talks about her family history and all the passion they hold for literature it just makes my heart warm. Chad almost dying when reader said she could get him to meet the football couch killed me. I wasn’t sure how you were going to I corporate Tara and her trauma with gf into it, but I have to say I am far from disappointed. The way I gasped and nearly dropped my phone when reader was like “tell me what?”

the way reader just plopped on Tara’s bed has my heart, girly is already completely comfortable with bed Tara bear😂 ok…now for the serious part of the chapter. The nitty gritty.

I too also have to piggyback on the anon that talked about the emotional maturity of reader. It’s not easy hearing about your girlfriend who her own girlfriend tried to kill her. I thought the way you wrote Tara describing amber was actually really well done. I love how you started with my best friend. And then my amber. It really gets across how hurt and correct me if I’m wrong…the grief that Tara still holds. The trauma is evident, and if I could I would award reader for her comforting Tara. And I love that Tara feels safe with reader enough to be vulnerable. This series brings me to much joy! I write as well so I just love reading works from my favorite authors (which is you).

now onward to reader’s family!! (If the poll allows us too) honestly I don’t mind which chapter comes next. I think there all lovely. Although I would love to see readers family Interacting with Tara (just because we already know so much about there future relationships. Golfing with readers dad, Eddie and Nathaniel just adoring Tara) all in due time!

I also want to convey my appreciation for you! Two chapters in two days! Remarkable! Can’t wait for the next. Whatever it may be. ❤️

the way I read

i love this whole analysis. makes me feel like im back in english class. now let me try to respond to all ur thoughts lol

i figured since we are reading tara’s pov, i might as well use that to my advantage, and tara being nervous is so real, i think.

R’s parents sent her the good stuff to help her impress sam 🫶 its funny i didnt realize it when i first wrote it but 1961 is my moms birth year. im just a family man what can i say

i thought it’d be fun to have R’s dad have hella connections around the world, and it was a good way to get her closer to chad! i was at first gonna write him as a jealous, whiny kinda guy, but idk…i just love chad i want them to be besties

tara is definitely still grieving over what happened in woodsboro. losing amber and the betrayal was hard for her, and R obviously realizes it, so of course she’ll be there for her, yk

there may be part 6 coming tomorrow…we’ll see. i deadass have so much free time it’s insane 🤭

[demons2003]

My Boys (Chapter 56)

Series List

Y/n's pov

As we walk out of the double door, I notice that the championship game had also finished. The Hellfire boys and Erica were still all excited about the game we had just one. I smile at them and look around the area, trying to find Robin and maybe even get a glance at Steve. "You looking for someone?" Erica asks me, moving away from the group. I nod and say, "Yeah, you guys head to my car, I'm gonna go find Robin real quick." Erica nods and I run off into the group of students walking out of the gym. "Robin!" I finally yell when I spot her. She's laughing with Vicki, which I feel a little bad for interrupting. Robin looks over at me and smiles. "Hey N/n, what are you doing here? I thought you were babysitting tonight?" She asks. I laugh and nod, explaining, "Erica got me to bring her to Hellfire tonight. You doing anything after you get home?" She smiles and shakes her head. "Come to mine. Let yourself in. I need to talk to you about a few things." She nods and turns back to Vicki, hopefully getting a ride from her.

As I round the corner to my car, I notice that all of the kids are waiting near my car, but Eddie is also waiting with them. I take a deep breath and walk over to the group, Dustin looking up and smiling at me. "Hey Y/n! Where did you go?" He asks, looking around to see if someone was following me. I smile at him and explain, "Needed to find Robin. Need some girl time after all that boy time." The two young boys laugh while Erica glares at me. "Am I not good enough?" She snaps. The boys all look over at her and I say, "Nah. I just can't talk about the same things with you." I ruffle her hair and push the boys to the car. "Thanks for keeping an eye on them Eddie but we should get going," I say, smiling softly at Eddie. He nods and gives me a little bow. "Anytime," He whispers. He says something to the boys and Erica but I'm already in the car, ready to get home so that I can talk to Robin about everything that I've learnt today.

An Hour Later

"So, what did you need to talk about Y/n?" Robin asks me while we get comfy in front of my large TV. After dropping the boys home, I still needed to wait for Erica's mum and dad or Lucas to come home. Although I was waiting for Lucas, his parents were the ones that came home first. "So, I went to Hellfire..." I start, not really knowing what I really want to say. "I know that part already," Robin encourages me. "It made me really understand that I miss hanging out with Eddie," I whisper, putting my head on her shoulder. She reaches a hand to my head and brushes her hand through my hair. "Have you talked about this with Steve?" She whispers, turning the volume down on the TV. "In passing we've mentioned it, but Steve and I haven't discussed a way to be with Eddie again," I explain. Robin nods and makes me turn to her. "Does Steve still want to be friends with Eddie?" Robin asks, seeming slightly protective of him.

Now that's a loaded question. Steve has said that he wants to be friends with Eddie but things keep getting in the way. He and Eddie almost had an argument when Eddie was trying to make sure we were both ok after the 'mall fire'. And Steve kissed him again! But Steve isn't great at showing emotions when it comes to Eddie. Steve wears his emotions on his sleeve when it comes to girls but he's always been a bit restrictive of his emotions when it comes to Eddie. Maybe Steve didn't wanna be friends with Eddie. Maybe he wanted to be more and he's trying to work out how that is going to work.

"Yeah, but that's what I need to talk to him more about. Maybe I should try and work it out tomorrow at work?" I ask, trying to figure out a way that it could happen. She smiles down at me and nods. "I'll figure out a way to get out of your hair so he is more willing to talk to you about it," She says, squeezing me. I laugh and ask, "You good to have fun now? Kind of want to forget about the boys for a little bit." She nods and helps me forget my life, just like the old days. Movies, junk food and drinks.

Next Day at Work

"And then, Vicki laughed. And it wasn't like a cheap, fake laugh either. It was like... It was a real, genuine laugh," Robin excitedly tells us while we all stack movies onto the shelves. "Of course, she laughed Robin. It's my Muppet joke. It's hilarious," Steve says. I laugh at him while he walks over to another shelf. "My point is that Vicki laughed and everything was just like... It was perfect," Robin continues, trying to get her point across. "But?" I ask her, walking over to where Steve and her are now standing. She rolls her eyes at me and tells us, "But I'm having this problem where it's like, I should stop talking. I have said everything I need to say. But then I guess I get nervous, and the words keep spilling out, and it's like my... my brain is moving faster than my mouth, or... or rather my... my mouth is moving faster than my brain. And it's like I'm digging this hole for myself, and I want to stop digging, I'm trying to stop, but I can't. And I'm doing it right now, aren't I?" She finally stops and turns to find Steve and I looking at each other smiling and leaning against a shelf each. "Yeah, you are," Steve says to her. Robin walks back and runs into a wall, breathing out, "Oh I'm hopeless." I walk over to Robin and grab her by the upper arms. "You've always been like that Robin. That first time we meant at the party, you couldn't stop telling me how nice my nail polish looked on my fingers. And then started to ramble about band. It's who you are, if someone can't love you for rambling then they shouldn't be with you," I say, getting a small smile in return.

Steve snickers and leans against the wall next to Robin. "What you laughing at?" I ask, leaning in front of Steve instead of Robin. He smiles at my confidence and says, "I use to be just as useless." I laugh and nod. "Yeah, you use to be so bad. Am I the only one good at flirting with people I like?" I ask them both. Robin smirks at me and says, "Well, you weren't so smooth with Steve when you first started hanging out again." I glare at her while Steve laughs. "Is that right?" Steve asks, wrapping his arms around my waist. I roll my eyes and lean against his shoulder. "I hate the two of you. Especially together," I whisper, earning a laugh from them. "What if we all combined?" Robin asks us. I lift my head from Steve's shoulder and give her a weird look. "What?" I ask. "Well, I know what I want. Steve has the confidence to ask out any girl, well, use to. And you are don't ramble. So if we combine..." Robin explains, but I am so lost. "Then we would be able to get Robin her girl," Steve finishes, seeming to understand what she's getting at. "Ohh, I think I found our morning movie," Robin exclaims, running over to a stack of movies.

I move to Robin's old spot on the wall and watch her. "What movie do you think she's getting?" I whisper to Steve. He shrugs and whispers, "No clue, hopefully something good though." "Doctor Zhivago!" Robin exclaims over the store, spinning around and showing us the movie. "Ugh, you know I don't do double VHS," Steve says, moving over to Robin while shaking his hands around. I laugh and follow behind him. "But it's about doomed love," Robin tries to convince him. "Oh, well, that's relatable for you," Steve whispers but Robin doesn't hear. "Precisely. Also, Julie Christie is b-b-bonkers hot in this. Like, seriously, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life," Robin uses to get Steve to finally say yes. "Oh yeah, she is," I whisper to him, trying to help Robin out.

Robin points the tv remote to our tv and the news pops up on the screen. "We're in the Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County. We don't have a lot of details now, but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning. Police have not released the name..." The news reporter says. Max lives there. Eddie lives there. Are they ok? What if they were the ones that were found? "Holy shit," Steve whispers, wrapping me in his arms. "...although we are told they're currently in the process of notifying the family." The reporter continues. "No," I whimper, falling more on Steve. "Y/n!" Robin yells and pulls a chair over to me. Steve lifts me up and places me onto the chair. "It's ok, you're ok," Steve whispers, brushing my hair out of my face. "Max lives there," I whisper to them, starting to shake. Steve freezes a little while Robin grabs onto my hands. "It'll be ok. I'm sure it wasn't anyone we know," She tries to reassure me. "They wouldn't call us though if we did. I need to go there," I say, getting up from the seat. "No, no you will not," Steve forcefully tells me, pulling me back. "Let me go Steve," I snap, trying to break out of his arms.

Steve pulls me away from the door and drags me towards the back room. "We're gonna take a 5 Robin," He yells over to her, continuing to drag me out of the room. Robin looks worried over to me but nods her head. Steve continues to drag me to the back while I fight and snap at him to let me go. "Steve please," I plead when he finally gets me on a couch. He sits down next to me and grabs onto both of my hands. "This isn't just about Max," He whispers to me. I sigh and nod, pulling him closer to me. "Eddie lives there too," Steve states. I nod and trace patterns into his palm. "It's gonna be ok," Steve whispers, pulling me into his lap. Tears start to fall from my eyes as I start to ramble about Eddie and needing him back. I tell him about how I miss the three of us and that if that student is really him I'm not sure what I'll do. Steve just nods, adds his comments and holds me in his arms until I fall asleep in his lap.

Steve's pov

I place Y/n slowly and softly on the couch before going back out to Robin.I really hope Y/n isn't right. I do hope that Eddie and Max are safe. I don't know what I'll do if it's either of them. "How is she?" Robin asks as I round the corner. She leans against the counter, still facing the TV. I walk over to her and lean next to her. "She is asleep right now. We'll have to cover for her if Keith comes in," I say as I reach her, looking over at the news. "Of course. How are you feeling?" Robin asks me. I shrug and say, "I'm ok. She's right though. I have concerns as well but I'm trying not to freak out." She nods at me and turns to the TV as well.

As we watch to hopefully get more information on the person, the bell goes off and someone yells, "Hey, Steve!" I turn to find Dustin and Max walking in. Oh, thank god. Max is ok. "Have you guys seen this?" I ask them, not getting too excited about it. It could still go bad. "How many phones do you have?" Dustin asks us, not answering my question. "Someone was murdered," I say more strongly, not really understanding how phones are more important than someone dying. "How many phones do you have?" Dustin snaps a little at me. "Uh, two. Why?" I ask, looking at Robin for confirmation. "Technically three, if you count Keith's in the back," Robin adds. "Yeah, three works," Max whispers to Dustin out of breath. Dustin takes his backpack off his shoulders and I ask him what he's doing. He places it on the counter and pushes it over to Robin and me. "Wow, what are you..." I start to yell while Robin yells, "My pile!" Dustin starts to jump over the counter while I yell, "No, no, no! My tapes! Dude." Dustin ignores Robin and me and jumps onto the computer. "What are you doing man?" I snap at him, starting to get annoyed with him. "Setting up a base of operations here," He states like it should make sense to me. "Base of operations?" Robin asks him, really confused about all of this.

"Yeah, get off of it," I tell him. "No, I need it," He tells me. "Need it for what?" I ask. "Need to look up Eddie's friend's phone numbers," Dustin tells me, my heart dropping into my stomach. "Oh, Eddie, your new best friend Eddie, who you think is cooler because he plays your nerdy game?" I sarcastically ask, not wanting to feel the other emotion I feel right now. Robin bumps her elbow into my back while Dustin says, "Yes. I never said that." a little confused about my comment. "Seriously you guys, maybe on a Monday you can play around in here like toddlers, but it's Saturday, it's our busiest day," Robin interrupts, picking up everything that Dustin knocked over. I start to help her as Dustin says, "Alright look, Robin, I totally empathize but this cannot wait until Monday." "Oh my god," I whisper, putting my hands over my face. "What? Cause calling all of Eddie's friends is an emergency?" Robin asks him. "Correct!" Dustin snaps at her.

I move over to the front of the counter, away from the computer and Dustin, whispering to Robin, "Do you want me to strangle him or do you want to do that?" "We could take turns?" Robin says, smiling up at me. "Y/n wouldn't like that though," I whisper, sighing at her. She laughs but nods. "Can you fill them in while I do this?" Dustin snaps at Max when I turn around to the two of them again. "Fill us in on what?" Robin asks them. I turn to Max, waiting for a reply but she doesn't say anything. "It's about the murder," She finally tells us. "What about it?" I ask, really needing to know more about it. Max proceeds to explain to us everything that she saw last night.

She saw Eddie coming home and Chrissy went into his trailer with him. She didn't see or hear much while they were in the trailer but she did see the lights flicker, violently. She looked out of the window to see what was going on and saw Eddie running out of his trailer, scared and frightened. She believed that the upside down is back. That whatever happened in Eddie's trailer was linked to everything that we have been fighting for the past couple of years. "Bloody hell," I whisper, looking away from the group and banging my fist against the wall. We were trying to keep him away from this. How was he still dragged into this? "Steve?" Robin whispers, placing a hand on my shoulder. I take a deep breath and look over at her. "I'm good. You guys can use the phones and computer. I'm gonna work," I say, walking away from them, needing a break from all of this.  

[ebdaydreamer]

WIP Wednesday

@ajunerose has tagged me in like, two Fuck-It Fridays by now but I finally have something to share. Thanks for the tags!

This is Eddie’s POV of this fic

Eddie is not a fan of Buck’s plan to become a sperm donor. He sees absolutely no way it can be a good thing for Buck. Sure, a couple gets a baby, but he doesn’t know those people. They can use any sperm. There are banks full of them. And he knows there is no way Buck has thought this all the way through. He knows his best friend, and he can spot a downward spiral a mile away, courtesy of his own last spring.

Still, Eddie voices his initial concerns, then keeps his mouth shut. He and Buck are too alike - there’s no way Buck will confront his feelings until they overwhelm him - no matter how much he or any of their friends try.

Why did he have to go and fall in love with a self-sacrificial idiot?

Said self-sacrificial idiot appears on his doorstep one evening with a six-pack of beers and a movie recommendation. Eddie can see the slight tension on his face, the smile that doesn’t even try to reach his eyes, and the tightness of his jaw. He lets him in and they crack open the beers and begin to watch the movie in silence. That unnerves Eddie most of all - usually, Buck can’t stop himself from rambling about what he knows about whatever the movie is - sometimes it isn’t related at all, but just something cool he wants to tell someone about. It’s one of Eddie’s favourite parts of their friendship - he loves that Buck knows that he can come here and just be himself, free of judgement or annoyance. It also helps soothe Eddie’s own nerves to listen to Buck talk like there’s no tomorrow.

tagging: @swiftiediaz @monsterrae1 @ajunerose @dickley-buddie @prettyboybuckley @extasiswings @gayhoediaz and anyone else who wants to do it!

[another-fic-another-planet]

Out of Tune, Part 6/?

Second POV, main pairing: Eddie Munson/You

MINORS DNI, 18+

contains: explicit content, established relationship, dom/sub, allusions to light bondage, light bratting, masturbation, blowjobs, jealous!eddie, dom/sub, basically… sexy times always. (M to F) minor fluff.

here's a little bit of fluff... if you squint hard enough.

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(Three more parts coming tomorrow)

“This is a joke right?” He says, holding the flimsy paper up between his two fingers. His eyes narrow at you slightly. You open your mouth to reply but he simply leans down quickly, rummaging through his jacket to grab something. He flicks open the skull embossed lighter and the flame catches the corner. The flames lick his skin as the paper crumbles to ash at his feet.

“Eddie, he just gave it to me before I could say no. It was just a number.” You begin to explain but instead he simply holds up his hand to signal you to stop.

“I’ll deal with that fucker later,” He says mostly to himself, tossing his lighter down and tearing open his second condom. “For now, I need to fuck any memory of that number out of that pretty little head of yours. You’re mine.” He lowers himself down over you and kisses you roughly, his hands grabbing yours and sliding them above your head. 

“I’m yours, Eddie.” You echo, kissing him with enough force to push him upwards. He wordlessly huffs in response as he pulls your legs apart for him again. His mouth is moving down your jaw to the nape of your neck where he’s sucking and biting, leaving a mark you know you’ll have to cover up later. But for now, the only thing you can focus on is Eddie’s throbbing cock at the base of your stomach.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even remember your own home phone.” He murmurs, aligning himself with your entrance. He grunts when you roll your hips against him, but a small smile spreads across his face when your eyes meet. “Recite mine.”

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He holds out his two fingers and you lick them, your eyes never leaving his. He shudders for barely a moment before tucking his hand between you and spreading your lips to prepare for his swollen cock.

“219-937-0110.” You manage to get out before he slams his cock inside of you. Your eyes squeeze shut as he moans.

“Keep saying it,” He orders, moving slowly at first. You manage to say it a few more times before he picks up the pace. He leans down to cut you off with open mouthed kisses. He still has your hands pinned down and you ache to run your hands through his hair and hold onto him. He stops his movement, keeping still inside of you as he looks down at you. 

“I’m yours,” You repeat, leaning up to kiss him tenderly. Something inside of him snaps then, and he starts to fuck you again, harder this time. He moans your name loudly as he presses his forehead against yours.

“Again. Say my name.” He says, his eyes squeezed shut as his cock goes in and out with the pace of your rapid heartbeat.

“I’m yours, Eddie Munson.” You moan, causing him to tremble and release your hands from their stationary position. His hands slide underneath your ass, his cold rings nearly causing a stinging sensation against your hot flesh.

“I’m yours.” He chokes out, kissing you again as roughly as he’s thrusting into you at this new angle.

You get to run your hands through his hair as you both begin to feel the sensation of an orgasm reach your bodies. His eyes are locked on your mouth as it falls open on its own accords. He can’t hold back the urge to have you suck two of his fingers, so that’s what he makes you do. You can taste yourself on his skin and you buck your hips slightly. 

“I’m gonna cum,” He moans loudly, his eyes rolling back. “Fuck… let me fill you up.” He slams into you without mercy now, shaking as a slight sheen of sweat covers him.

“Cum for me, please.” You beg, nearing your own moment of completion. You suck and kiss on his neck, marking him as yours in the night.

“I love you,” He whispers, an admission of his own feelings just as you both simultaneously climax at the same time, crashing against each other like waves on a turbulent sea.

It takes a few minutes for either of you to come back to Planet Earth, and when you do, you realize what he said. Judging by the fact that Eddie still had his face buried in your neck, he hadn’t realized he said it out loud. He whines with a few thrusts of aftershock before finally pulling out and disposing of the condom.

“I love you too, Eddie.” You say, softly enough for him to hear you. His head snaps up quickly to look at you.

“What did you say?” He asks, freezing in his tracks.

“I said I love you too, Eddie.” You say, leaning up on your elbows. You watch him process that news in real time as his mouth opens and closes quickly.

“Fuck...” He mumbles, opening his duffel bag and pulling out some clothes. He pulls his Hellfire Club shirt on and his boxers before handing you a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt. You notice when you pull it over your head it’s so thin you can see through it. You mentally take note of that to use to your advantage in the morning. Your hand finds his and he holds it tightly.

“I’m worn out…” He says not facing you, instead focusing on the flickering TV. You gently tug on his hand to pull him down to rest his head on your abdomen. “I meant it though. What I said.”

“You wouldn’t say it if you didn’t mean it, Munson.” You say simply, staring up at the ceiling with a smile. “Although you did prove Jace right. He said you loved me before you even admitted it.”

“Fuck him!” He groans loudly in protest, shaking his head. His hands run over his face as his arms fall down dramatically. You laugh and look down at him to see him cracking a smile.

“I’d rather fuck you, remember?” You say sarcastically, tapping his forehead. He scrunches up his nose.

“You remember what his number is?“ Eddie asks you with a smirk as he rolls over to face you.

“I didn’t even read it to begin with.” You say, smirking. “Besides, this is where I’d rather be.”

 “This is definitely my favorite place in the world.” He says just before he peppers your face with kisses as you break out in a proud smile. The warmth you normally feel for him blooms in your chest as he begins to tickle your sides, kissing you over and over and over.

[springgirlwaiting4fall]

The Nanny: Eddie Kingston and You

Part Nine

Part Eight

Eddie POV

I’m about to put a hole in my carpet, if I keep pacing on it. I can’t help it though, y/n is about to be here any minute. And I’m nervous and my anxiety is through the roof right now.

A car pulls up in my driveway and I see her getting out. “Holy Shit.” Thank god Im getting a good look of her now without her knowing. She is fucking gorgeous and I have to adjust my all of a sudden hard on.

She can’t even knock on my door, I’m already opening it. My adrenaline is kicking in and I’m going to murder this date. I step aside and let her in my house.

I hand her a bouquet of flowers I ordered from an actual flower store and not from the grocery store. (Something I only have done before for my ma on Mother’s Day and her birthday.) Her face lights up and she says thank you about five times.

We get in her car and I like how clean and organized it is. I want to smoke and calm my nerves, but I decided to quit. Mox must have told Renee that I asked y/n on a date and she texted me a bunch of tips. One of them being not to smoke on the date.

“Happy Birthday.” I tell her in between giving her directions to the restaurant. God Damn it I wanted that to be first thing I said to her when I saw her. And I got so flustered that I forget.

Y/n looks at me and smiles when we pull up to the restaurant. I feel like I won the AEW Championship. “I love Spanish food.” I’m definitely going to have to thank Renee for the tips later.

I called ahead and had them set up a little private spot on the outside patio that looks over the beach. The food is delicious and the conversation is even better. For desert I have them bring out a mini chocolate cake from the bakery two stores down.

A candle is on top and I ask her to make a wish. Y/n bites her lip and I have to start myself from groaning. She gives me a shy look before saying “I wish my date will take a walk with me on the beach after cake.”

It’s like she’s reading my mind, that was my plan all along. But to hear her say she wants the date to keep going is a huge ego boost.

We haven’t even made it to the sand yet and I’m already grabbing her hand and pulling y/n close to me. I feel little goosebumps raise on her arms when I touch her and I can’t help myself from teasing. “Cold kid?”

But my girl gives it right back to me and says “actually it’s perfect out here, old man.” It surprises me that my mind calls her my girl. I don’t trust easy and had fights with past women in my life about not calling them my girlfriend. But with y/n it comes out naturally and it feels right.

We must have walked for at least twos hours on that beach, but I still don’t feel like I spent enough time with her. I’m supposed to play it cool, not text her for a day or two. Fuck that I’m going to text her tonight to make sure she got home okay. And tomorrow I’m going to ask her out for date two.

She pulls up to my house and she gets out of the car and walks me to the door. I already decided to go for the kiss when she ordered the spicy pico de galo and instantly regretted it after the first bite, but pretended that she loved it.

I’m trying to think of something to say before going for it. But y/n beats me to it. “This was the best birthday I ever had Eddie.” She stands on her toes and kisses me. It’s so soft exactly what I expect for herself, but before pulling away she nips my top lit. My girl is a tease and I love that.

“Thank you Eddie,” she whispers in my ears before kissing my cheek. She walks back to her car and I watch her drive down the street until I can’t see her anymore.

[rosemaryandarsenic]

New Beginnings (Part 3)

So this fic is a work in progress, but I wanted something that happens after the end of S4 P2. Spoiler warning! I am mad at the suffer brothers and decided to write my own version of the story lol. Eddie x reader. Y/N is Joyce’s daughter and is 19 in this. I switch primarily between her and Eddie’s POV.

Warnings: No explicit spicy content in this part! Lots of fluff and some kissing. Hints at graphic violence, hospitals, and wounds. Cursing lol.

In this chapter, things start to heat up between Eddie and Y/N, smut coming in the next part!

SET TWO WEEKS AFTER PT 2

Gareth sped across the road, his bike kicking up gravel as he made his way through the woods. It was taking a while to adjust to, but the trek to Hop’s cabin was more serene than the old road to the trailer park. After Eddie’s release, Wayne quietly snuck him to his makeshift place in the woods and gave everyone strict instructions to keep Eddie’s location a secret. Life had slowly returned to a new normal, Hawkins High had re-opened this week and everyone’s first day back had been Friday. The hellfire club had been disbanded, but they still sat together in the lunch hall. The bullying had gotten so bad that they had to move outside some days. Spring had bubbled into early summer and the end of April was approaching. With graduation nearing, the trial coming to a close, and Eddie’s release from the hospital, everyone was on edge. He flung his bike against a tree and ran towards casa del Munson, knocking on the door. 

“Gareth the great!” Eddie swung the door open wide with a grin. 

Gareth bowed, also grinning. 

“I come baring intelligence, m’lord” Gareth said. 

“Well get the fuck in here then.”

The hut smelled like cigarette smoke and stale coffee, and the windows were open in an attempt to combat the heat. Eddie sat on a camping cot, wearing his usual sweatpants and plain black tshirt. 

“Word from Lucas at the hospital, he called my mom.” Gareth sped talk while catching his breath. “Max spoke today.”

A huge sigh of relief came from Eddie, as Wayne walked in the open door carrying a basket of laundry. 

“Gareth” 

“Wayne” he nodded. 

The sound of a car rumbled up to the cabin, drawing everyone’s attention. Y/N stumbled out of Joyce’s car, carrying several grocery bags and cigarette in her mouth. 

“Gareth! Did you tell him?!” She hollered as she saw his bike by the door. 

“Yeah, you need help?”

“Please.”

As Gareth ran to carry bags, Wayne turned to Eddie. 

“The sheriffs office called,” he sighed. “Tomorrow is the last day of proceedings, so I’ll be taking you up there at 7.”

“I can drive myself.”

Wayne furrowed his brow. 

“No.” 

“Don’t you have a shift? I’m fin-“

“Not tomorrow. I drive.” 

Eddie nodded, knowing that was the end of it. 

“I brought some stuff from the store for you guys.” Y/N waltzed in, bag in hand, followed by Gareth. 

“How much to do owe you?” Wayne asked. 

“Five bucks!” She threw a wink at Eddie. 

“For all this?”

“Oh yeah, I used my work discount.” She smiled. Cheeky little liar. 

Wayne grunted and handed over the bills.

Y/N tucked them in her jean pocket and began unloading cans of soup onto one of the shelves as Wayne grabbed his coffee canteen and prepared to leave. 

“I’ll be back at 5, I want you ready by 5:30.” Eddie nodded. 

He raised his hand in acknowledgement as Y/n and Gareth chorused goodbyes. As the door shut, Y/N and Gareth both turned to Eddie. “So? What did he say?”

“The proceedings end tomorrow.”

“Fucking finally.” Gareth sighed. Y/N went back to stacking cans, looking intense. 

Eddie watched her as Gareth caught them up on school drama. 

“Now that Jason’s dead, the basketball team is taking a break.” Gareth said. 

Y/N let out a shakey breath. 

“You good?” Gareth asked.

“Yeah. Tired of…” she waved her hands around gesturing to the small space. 

“Can we go talk in the van?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” Eddie carefully jumped up from the cot. “Bring those cigarettes.” The three of them crammed in the van and sat for awhile, chatting about the band and school before Gareth rose to leave. 

“Good luck tomorrow man, call me when you find out what’s happening.” He gave a lingering look at Eddie. 

“You’ll be the first to know.” Eddie smiled, nodding at him. As Gareth pedaled away, y/n took a large draw from her cigarette and sighed. 

“It’s gonna be fine.” Eddie said, giving her a look.

“Sorry,” she laughed, “I’m not trying to stress you out.” 

He laughed back. 

“You?” He smirked, “stress me out? Never.” 

She swung at him playfully. 

“I’m coming with you tomorrow.” She stated. 

He looked at her, raising one eyebrow. 

“Listen, I’ve got to be there anyway.” She shrugged. “Plus I want to know right away where you’ll be…” she trailed off, eyes watering.

“Hey it’s fine.” He grabbed one side of her face slowly, turning it back to face him. 

“I think I’d rather you be there anyway.”

She smiled, her lips trembling just a little. Y/N was not good at covering her emotions, but crying was the worst of them. 

“Y/N, hey-“ Eddie scooted in towards her.

She pulled away a little and shook her her head, a sniffle escaping. 

“Sorry. Sorry, one second. Sor-“

“Baby it’s okay.” He winced at his choice of words. 

She inhaled sharply and shook her head again, recovering herself. 

“All good.” She said. 

She met his gaze, and held it, sitting in silence as they both smoked slowly. 

“So um, what should we do with my last night of freedom.” Eddie asked, eyeing the ground. 

“We can stay here and watch a movie if you want, I can make Alfredo.” 

“I’m sold on pasta, but maybe we could like, go for a drive?” Eddie shifted, looking back at Y/N. 

She pondered for a minute. “Fuck it, let’s do it. I’m driving though.” 

Eddie laughed, “the fuck you are.”

He swiped the keys before she could and missed, their hands brushing as she grabbed them and bolted to the front seat. 

She glowed a little, the sun set hitting her face as she smiled triumphantly at him. “You can pick the music.”

He laughed. 

POV: Y/N 

The wind from the windows as they drove felt amazing, Dio blaring in the background. I looked over at Eddie, smiling in the passenger seat, cigarette in hand. Even in a simple tshirt and sweatpants he looked beautiful, and I was trying hard to not let it distract me. With it probably being the last night we’d see each other in awhile, I want things to be casual. Comfortable. Something nice to think back on once it all really went to shit. 

“You want Ozzy next?” He yelled over the wind. 

“Yes please.”

He smiled at me and changed the cassette, looking for a particular album. 

(Editor note: this song came out in 1995 but idc bc it makes me think of Eddie so I’m using it lol) 

I Just Want You started to blare through the speakers and my cheeks started to burn. 

I loved this song, it reminds me of Eddie, but I’d never told him that. He turned and smiled at me, a look in his eyes that I wasn’t familiar with. Longing maybe? God. I needed to touch some grass. 

I started to sing along, “I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired, I used to go to bed so high and wired..” 

Eddie joined in, “There are no unsaveable souls, No legitimate kings or queens..”

We sang together, “Each night when day is through, I don't ask much! I just want you..”

It should always be like this. We should be smoking a blunt and driving to the movies. I wanted normalcy so bad. I wanted the days back when Eddie would drive to sit with me in my dorm room and tell me about D&D. I wanted us to be back at the graveyard on Halloween, running so Hop wouldn’t catch us. I turned onto the road leading to the quarry, slowing down, as the last lyrics rang out. “I just want you.”

Eddie reached to lower the volume as the next song began, looking over at me. 

“You wanna know something stupid?” He said, brown arching. 

“Good stupid or stupid stupid?” I laughed. 

“Good stupid?“ he replied, flushing a little. 

“What?” 

“That song makes me think of you.” He was really pink now. 

I tried not to stutter, my stomach fluttering. 

“That’s not stupid at all.”

He grinned. 

Holy shit. 

The sun was fully starting to set as I parked by the water, turning the van off and snuggling into my seat. 

Eddie said nothing and fiddled with his hands. 

“I’m gonna miss you, Byers.” He finally said, breaking the silence. 

I reached my hand out, and he grabbed it, sliding his fingers through mine. 

“I’m gonna miss you too.” 

We sat like that for awhile, watching the dusk turn shades of purple and indigo, the stars peeking out as it grew dark. 

I felt Eddie shift and realized we’d be holding hands for the better part of 15 minutes. I debated letting go when I looked over and saw him staring at our joined hands. He felt my gaze and looked up, meeting it without letting go of my hand. I felt my neck and cheeks flush, hoping the dark was hiding how red I was. 

Still holding my hand he sat up a bit, adjusting himself to face me. 

“A penny for your thoughts, m’lady.”

Oh my god. Why am I like this? 

“You first.”

He laughed.

“I uh, I was thinking about middle school.” 

I raised my brows at him. 

“Underneath the bleachers.”

Now he was blushing too, I realized and felt a jolt run through me. 

I giggled a little, trying to chill out. 

“Anything particular about being under the bleachers?” 

He started laughing. 

“Do you still kiss with your lips pursed?” He said, laughing harder. 

I feigned insult, “excuse me but happen I remember someone practically licking my face so don’t start with me.” 

We were both laughing now, and he let go of my hand with a squeeze. 

“Seriously, though…” he cleared his throat. “I don’t do that anymore.” 

I smiled, “I don’t either.”

He looked at me again, gaze lingering. 

“Why do you ask?” I said. I’m feeling bold for some reason and I instantly regret it. 

He’s still looking at me, taking a quick glance from my eyes to my lips and back. 

He didn’t answer me, and I was starting to wonder if I’d fucked up before he leaned over the center consul and kissed me. His lips were so soft, and his face was warm. I felt a little like floating as I leaned into him. He pulled back for a second, eyes wide.

“Sorry, I should have asked I-“ I cut him off, this time pulling myself back over the consul and to his mouth. He kissed me back, wrapping his hands around the back of my neck gently, pulling me closer. I don’t know what was coming over me but I wanted him as close to me as possible. I could kiss him forever. His tongue darted between my lips and I leaned into it, opening my mouth a little, my own tongue bumping his lips. 

“Jesus fucking ch-“ he sputtered between kisses, gasping a bit. 

“Fuck, y/n, you’ve been holding out on me.” 

I laughed, leaning back a little. I was panting a little bit as he stared at me, lips swollen. He grabbed my hand again. 

“Change of plans, what if we just did that all night.” 

I turned pink. 

“Really?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that uh, too much?” 

I started laughing, uncontrollably, trying to hold it in. He looked genuinely scared.

“Not too much, Munson. Just let me catch my breath.”

He smiled, looking relieved, and for just a moment things felt right in the world. 

[ripperdaddy]

the viktor vector romance path + ending we deserve

Disclaimer: This is definitely something I came up with in my head. There will be a few instances that are solely made up so it can tie in with the “story.” This is purely fictional; something I wished happened if there was a possible Vik romance 🥰 This is based on my general knowledge of the game & Vik’s life. All gifs + images are from my own personal play through, but wouldn’t be possible without the help of the Appearance Menu Mod, found on Nexus Mods by the creators, MaximiliumM and CtrlAltDaz. And the shirtless Vik mod by the lovely samsnak ♡

It would start after completing the Paid In Full quest where you pay Vik back the eddies you owe him.

I feel like realistically, the general player would have to be at least halfway through the story to have collected enough eddies. I would say that a good point in the story where we can begin the romance is that you’ve already established a connection to Alt and have dealt with the VDB’s.

I think it would be a short side quest like River’s. Vik already plays a big part in the story overall on his own, so I don’t think it’s necessary to make his “side quest” too long. His romance would just be an addition to the ending.

And as much as I would love for him to be a bisexual option for both male/female V, if we’re sticking with the game’s standard with limiting partners to only one kind of partner, he would only be romance-able by a female V with a feminine voice.

V: Finally scrounged up enough eddies to pay you back in full.

Vik: Hold on to ‘em just in case - you need ‘em more than me.

V: I’m not taking them all the way to my grave, Vik. Here. And.. thanks again for doing so much work on me ‘thout ever seein’ an enny.

Vik: That’s what friends are for.

Then, there is an additional option for dialogue to trigger the romance path.

V: Friends? I think you’ve been in and out of my body more than anyone else I’ve hooked up with in Night City.

He laughs, with a coy smile. “Well, can’t argue with you there. Why don’t we take some of these eddies and grab a drink. You know, to celebrate. Catch up on old times. Haven’t seen you round here much lately, kid.”

You agree to meet at the El Coyote Cojo tomorrow evening.

You meet around 9 PM and you are welcomed by the sight of Pepe and Vik at the bar.

V: Nice choice of venue.

Vik: Thought you’d like it. Haven't been here since.. well, you know.

V: I miss him, Vik.

Vik: I know, V. Me too.

You immediately take a seat and tinker with a few dialogue options, where you can either have a sweet moment talking about Jackie or some surface questions to ask, like how he’s doing, what kind of drink he likes, etc. But it all winds down to Jackie anyway, where Vik confides in you about his past. Judging by how Vik was so affected by Jackie’s death, and V’s (if you chose the suicide ending), you can tell that he has lost a lot in his life, and keeps his circle very small.

You then achieve an even closer, more personal relationship with him. But, ultimately nothing happens other than the usual, wait 24 hours in game for a text/phone call from Vik to head into the next stage. At least now, you have established the foundation for a future romance.

Halfway through the 24 hour period, you get a text from Vik thanking you for the lovely evening. No reply needed, as he calls you once the 24 hour mark hits and invites you out for another date.

You meet at Tom’s Diner for coffee in the afternoon. It starts off with him apologizing for being emotional the previous night and asks if you’re open to hanging out again and going down to Pacifica to watch a fight with him.

Vik: Hey, V. I just wanted to apologize about last night. I didn’t mean to be such a downer.

V: It’s okay, Vik. We share the same grief.

Vik: I was going to head down to Pacifica and catch a real good match later on today. I was wondering if you’d like to come along, think it’d be great for the both of us, you know, as a distraction.

pssst even Johnny’s rooting for y’all ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Johnny: Hmm, interesting.

V: What?

Johnny: Never thought you'd be going out with this guy.

V: Vik's amazing. And I mean--we basically owe it to him since he practically saved our life.

Johnny: Don't tell me you're going out with him out of pity.

V: I'm not.

Johnny: I know, I can feel you get all mushy-gushy. It's almost repulsive. Just wanted to hear you admit it.

V: Eat a dick, Johnny.

You arrive before the GIM and blend into the crowd.

V: Nothin’ like watching guys beat the shit out of each other to get your blood pumpin’, huh?

Vik: This is a real good matchup, V. This kid’s fresh, young talent.

V: You miss it, don’t you?

Before the fight begins, Vik shares a story about his time in the ring and coming in second in the Watson Boxing Grand Prix.

There’s some extra fun options in the dialogue, you can bet some eddies on who’s gonna win, or side with him. The fight ends, and you two head outside.

Since you’re already out in Pacifica, you head over to the boardwalk (where you would ride the roller coaster with Johnny) and he starts telling you about the last days of his boxing career and how he transitioned from the sport to being a ripperdoc.

You both share a sweet moment with each other, reminiscing about old times and talking about V’s future with the relic. This is where I would see Vik confessing how he feels about you, mentioning how grateful he is for Jackie introducing you to him.

The evening ends and Vik asks you to give him some time to try and dig up some footage from his storage and have you come over to watch. You can kiss him then wait another 24 in game hours before the last quest. Halfway through, he texts you and asks you what you’d like for dinner. You can opt for pizza or chinese.

I haven’t seen or read anything about how or where Vik lives. If I overlooked something, please let me know! But for the sake of the story, let’s say he does actually have his own place that’s now introduced in the game. Personally, I think he has a typical bachelor pad, like a really nice apartment. Not too far from his clinic either. He looks like he would just walk to work. Vik definitely has a lot of money, but he’s so humble I doubt he would choose to live lavishly. As mentioned in the beginning, he typically just “sleeps nights” ever since he was over “being a legend” so I’m guessing his lifestyle is very routine. He goes to work, goes home, sleep. Seems unlikely he has a place like the Peralez’s. It would probably be just the same as V’s but decorated to his taste.

The evening comes and you are over at his place. He’s dressed in just a white undershirt, no exo-glove. You get to know more about his family, how he grew up — scanning things around his place. Then he plays some footage of one of his fights for you, while you two have a conversation and share a beer. As you two sit on the couch, you get close, then have an opportunity to kiss him.

then this is where da sex happen hihihi (ノ・ω・)ノ

The next morning you wake up and you two have a heartfelt conversation about where this is going. He already knows your situation, so I would assume he is very accepting and supportive. And with Vik, he seems like the kind of guy who would still want to be in your life and keep the friendship the same way despite no longer being together romantically. So it’s official. He’s your man 🥵 !!11!1!

Like how River gives you the “fuck the police” tank top after sleeping with him, I think Vik would give you his Night City Devils t-shirt that provides you with a significant amount of armor or some kind of cyberware upgrade that makes you invulnerable for a brief moment while using your hands to fight enemies.

Note: I was thinking of Vik giving V his boxing glove necklace, but because it's part of his character's appearance in the game, I don't think we would be able to essentially "take it" from him - unless he gives you a replica as a keepsake. Which I think would also work.

If you successfully romance, during the rooftop scene near the end of Nocturne OP55N1 (despite Vik’s disposition of him telling you to take matters in your own hands and being a little closed off), you still have an option to reach out to him when Johnny advises you to call a loved one.

V: Hey, Vik. I just wanted to say, thanks for hanging with me, until the end.

Vik: Quit talking like it is, V. Just do what you need to do.

V: I mean, think of it. It’s like I’m heading into the last round of this whole thing.

Vik: Well, in that case.. remember—keep your hands up, guarded at all times. It ain’t over just yet.

V: Heh.. I can feel it, just a few more punches.

Vik: Now look at you - the new welterweight champ of Night City.

V: Thanks, coach.

Vik: Last piece of advice from the coach's corner. Just.. be careful, kid. Remember, I’m with you.

Okayyyy, soooo I’m not the biggest fan of how CDPR gave us two of the same endings (Path of Glory). The only difference is that Rogue’s life is spared. I would have assumed that not only would we get to keep Rogue around, things should have played a bit more differently for V if we took the route of going solo against the corpos. So let’s tweak it.

This specific ending; it should be after getting through Don’t Fear The Reaper where you single-handedly manage to rip through Arasaka by yourself. Johnny goes back to Alt & Rogue is still alive. Yes nobody dies!!!

(honestly this ending can apply to any love interest you choose)

Vik and V are now living together in a lavish penthouse, entertaining an upcoming merc to do their work for them (which is now the current POV of the player.) You were recruited by Rogue at the Afterlife, who told you to visit this couple for a real, preem job.

They give you some vague details about the gig and go on for a brief moment about what you will be doing and what you should expect. Vik emphasizes to you that it’s important you get what they need because it’s for his wife, V, as her life depends on it.

As Never Gonna Fade Away is playing in the background, they tell you to break into Arasaka HQ.

Then the game officially ends.