#wayne munson is a bamf

[sp0o0kylights]

Part One / Part Two

A03

It ain’t much.” Wayne started, half-curious if the sight of his trailer would be the thing to offend Steve’s (so far lacking) born-rich sensibilities. 

Of course turning to look at the kid proved he was in his own head about this more than Steve was, because Steve had his eyes closed and looked two seconds away from puking. 

Right. 

Pain management. 

“I’ll get your stuff.” Wayne said as he guided the truck to its usual parking spot. 

Steve’s quiet ‘okay’ had him hustling a little bit, and the fact he had to gently guide the kid’s hand off his bag handle told him it was the right choice. 

The nailbat could wait in the car for the moment he figured, as he led Harrington in. He’d get it sorted once he’d fished out the pain pills and gotten Steve settled a bit. 

"Eds--he's my nephew that I told you about--has the bedroom, so you and I get to share out here." Wayne explained as he loaded Steve up on Tylenol and put a bag of frozen peas in his hand, not bothering to give a tour of the trailer. 

It was pretty damn clear which door led to the bathroom and which didn’t, given Ed’s door was wide open. 

Steve peeked at the absolute chaos strewn about beyond the doorframe but didn’t say nothing of it. 

Didn’t, in fact, even look too long, instead sitting at the table as directed. 

Seemed to sink a little into it, leaning an elbow on the cheap wood to help keep his head up. 

"The couch is a pull out, but I'll warn you the bar across the middle is nasty. I usually sleep on the cot over there," Wayne nodded to where it was rolled neatly against the opposite wall, "but given the state of you, I'll let ya have your pick." 

Steve blinked (or winked, not like Wayne could tell since the peas were pressed against half of his face) finally seeming to perk up a bit. "I can't take your bed." 

"I'm not going to fight you for it, I'm just offering." Wayne responded, now focused on trying to locate the bandages in his ancient medical kit. 

The one on Steve's hand was falling apart, and he didn't like the look of the injury he could see under it. 

Yeah, Wayne was absolutely going to need to make a run to the store. 

“Lemme see.” He asked as he finally got what he wanted. 

It seemed to take Harrington a minute to process what Wayne wanted, but he finally held out his injured hand, watching as Wayne unwrapped the bandages.

"I'll take the couch." Steve said stubbornly, but Wayne was past it, too busy frowning at the kid's hand. 

It took him a moment, once he'd gotten it all off, to properly realize what he was seeing--that the mottled bruising on Steve's wrist was separate from the cut across his palm.

In fact, it looked a hell of a lot like…

Wayne paused, then pretended to fuss with the dirty bandages for a moment while his eyes sought out Steve's other wrist.

Sure enough, matching bruises.

Someone had tied the kid up--and it hadn’t been the feds, because these bruises were partially healed. 

Wayne had initially thought of Steve as having been tortured in the same way roving bands of neighborhood kids tortured their peers. The kind of hurt that came when it was an unfair fight; four on one and wielding knives, so you had to take what you were given and pray you didn't get stabbed. 

He was not thinking actual, honest to God torture. 

Yet here the evidence was, plain as day.

'What the hell went down in that mall.' 

Someone as young as Steve shouldn't have been caught up in it, and it made a deep part of Wayne ache for the poor kid across from him.  

All this shit, and his parents still couldn't be bothered to come home.Just left him on his own, as if it was another Tuesday. 

Did they even know? Wayne wondered as he got to work. Had Steve, or Hopper, or anyone tried to call them about the mallfire? Let them know their son got hurt?

Jim said he hadn’t bothered to reach out regarding the spooks, but that had been a week or so later past the fire. 

Wayne couldn’t even imagine it. 

Getting a call that Eddie been involved in such a thing would have him off the couch in an instant, and the image that played on the news, the ones all the reporters talked over of a gurney being wheeled out of Starcourt’s on fire front doors…

He’d have been a wreck until he had his kid in his sights. 

‘Nothing you can do for that,’ Wayne figured silently, ‘but you can help him now.’

Wayne wasn't exactly an expert when it came to wound care, but like many people who just couldn't afford to go to a doctor he'd gotten by.

Learned a lot of home remedies. Figured out pretty quick when something needed to be seen by an expert and when you could hold off.

Made friends with some of the local nurses on the night shift down at the Red Barn, well enough that a few well baked treats and dishes could sometimes be traded for looking over a potentially broken arm or two. 

It had come in handy plenty, given Ed’s ability to attract trouble, but thankfully he’d never managed to hurt himself like this. 

He’d never even gotten caught in a bad fight. 

A black eye or two sure, but the kid had adapted his “scary” act not too long after Wayne had gotten him, and it seemed to work as intended. It was half the reason Wayne never said anything about it (and hell, even let Eddie take his ancient leather motorcycle jacket.) .

All of that was to say that he could tell Harrington's hand needed cleaning before it could be rebandaged, but didn't appear to need stitches. 

Course pouring alcohol all over an injury like this wasn't exactly going to be fun, and he told Steve as such.

"I know." Steve replied, with a grimace. The kid’s injuries seemed to be getting to him, and Wayne anticipated he was going to drop here the second Wayne was done looking him over. 

He hoped Harrington could get in a few hours--particularly before Eddie came home. 

Wayne gently wiped it clean, noting how well Steve sat given the amount of pain he had to be in.

Tylenol, even given the more than recommended amount he'd given Steve, just wasn't going to cut it. 

Not in general, and definitely not for this. 

What could help was likely something Eds had, which was yet another conversation Wayne wasn't looking forward to having.

Particularly given that Eds had sworn off selling hard drugs after his last encounter with Hopper, and Wayne knew damn well that had only lasted until the damn kid caught sight of an overdue bill. 

Too smart for his own good, Eddie was.

"I can give you something to bite down on, if you like." Wayne said to Steve, getting the alcohol and bandages ready to go. 

He got a tight smile in response. "So long as you don't use a needle, I'm good." 

And Wayne figured it was just teenager talk--a young man who didn't really know how bad this was going to be, and prepared himself to hold Steve's arm down accordingly so they wouldn't have to do it twice.

"Four." Wayne counted down. "Three. Two."

He poured on two.

Better that than Steve clenching up in anticipation.

Steve hissed, arm jerking, but stilled it under his own power as Wayne began dabbing his hand with some of the medkit’s wipes. 

He felt his eyebrow raise as Harrington froze himself in place, breathing in a way that felt practiced. 

This, Wayne decided, was not Steve's first rodeo. 

"Almost done." He promised softly as he finished wrapping the wound back up, this time in the pattern he'd been shown long ago. 

"Thanks." Steve said, blinking rapidly. 

The kid's eyes were wet, but he didn't let a tear fall, and that perked Wayne's attention more than anything. 

Some men felt they weren't allowed to cry--and pushed the same ideals on their sons. 

It wouldn't surprise him any if Richard Harrington was one of them. 

"I know you got hit more than just your hands and face kid." Wayne said, after letting Steve have a moment to recover. "You bleeding under that shirt?"

"Not bleeding." Steve murmured, looking more and more like he was struggling to stay upright now that the worst part was over. "I think my hand got the worst of it."

"Do I want to know what happened there?" Wayne asked, keeping his voice calm and non judgemental. 

Like they were back to talking sports.

"I fell back into a broken window.” Steve responded, and now that Wayne had seen the kid lie, it was easy to see when he was telling the truth. 

"Ouch." Wayne said flatly. Which made that hint of a smile flash across Steve's face. 

"I'll cut you a deal. I taped last weekend's game, but haven't had time to watch it yet. I figure you might not have had a chance neither." He sat back, nailing Harrington with a no-nonsense stare. "You let me take a look at what they did to your chest n' back there, and I'll put it on."

Steve just looked at him a little miserably, a beaten dog still hesitant to wag its tail. "I don't think there's anything you can do for it, it's really mostly bruised. Nothing feels broken though."

"You know what broken ribs feel like?" Wayne questioned partially out of curiosity but mostly to make sure.

Teenage boys loved to think themselves immortal after all.

Or at least his did.

"Cracked, but yeah." Steve admitted. "Couldn't finish out the year on the basketball team because of it."

He said it like it didn't hurt, but Wayne knew better.

Boy like Steve? 

He'd bet big bills something like basketball was all the kid really had, in terms of positive relationships.

(Except apparently, whatever had made Hopper decide to look after him.)

"I mostly just wanna make sure nothing looks like it's broken or bleeding internally son." Wayne said, then tried to cinch it with some good old guilt tripping. "I'd hate to have to tell Hopper that after all he went through to keep you safe, you up and died on my couch." 

"Hey, it might save him some future gray hairs." Steve responded but he looked a little more open to the idea, at least. 

It took a bit more coaxing, but Wayne finally got the kid to take his shirt off. 

The damage had him whistling out of instinct.

A fucking artist had gone to town on his torso, with bruised of all shades parading around to his left side. 

Thankfully most of it didn't hold that deep, dark tone that indicated any kind of bleeding, his back had scratches and road rash, and his shoulder had one long, thin line that looked a hell of a lot like Steve had narrowly avoided getting cut with a knife. 

"You got lucky, kid." Wayne told him.

Steve let out a shaky breath. "I know." 

He hesitated, then opened his mouth, a question clear on his face. 

Which of course, was the exact moment Eddie chose to walk through the door. 

"Hey old man, I--Harrington!?" 

"Munson?" Steve said, looking just as confused. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here?" Eddie had frozen in their little entryway, so close the door nearly whacked him on the ass as it slammed closed. 

Privately, Wayne cursed his nephew's awful timing.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie challenged back, and it was only years of Wayne knowin’ the kid to see he was struggling to decide how he wanted to react. 

“Uh…” Steve said, trailing off and looking pointedly at Wayne. 

Eddie saw this just as he registered all of Steve’s injuries. “Shit Wayne, did you hit him with your car?” 

“Don’t try to be funny, boy.” Wayne warned. There wasn’t much bite there, and Eddie, far too used to him, didn’t take it seriously.

Eddie was glued to the spot, eyes narrowing, “... Did Harrington hit the car with his fuckin’ face? Jesus christ.” 

Wayne could tell he was struggling to pull one of his usual little bits, eyes too wide and voice too high. 

He rubbed his eyes tiredly. “Eddie.”

“We can take him out back and shoot him, put the poor bastard out of his misery.” Eddie continued, like a runaway train. 

All gas, no breaks. 

It was a joke but a poor one, and it made Steve straighten out of his sideways slant. 

‘Dammit.’  Wayne thought with a sigh. 

He needed to stop this now, before the two of them went for each other's throats. 

“Since you already know each other I won’t bother with introductions.” Wayne cut in, before Eddie could blow up like a tea kettle--or cause Harrington to do the same. “Steve’s gonna be staying with us for a while.”

That of course, got the reaction Wayne had been hoping to avoid. 

Eddie stood stunned for a second, mouth gaping like a fish. 

“Why!?” He finally landed on, seeming both at a loss for words, and equally trying not to have a proper meltdown in front of Steve. 

Certainly wasn’t for Wayne’s benefit. 

"I'm…" Steve glanced at Wayne a second time, "...on vacation?"

 It took everything Wayne had in him not to run a hand down his face. 

He was going to give Harrington a pass, on account of the head trauma.

"You’re vacationing here.”Eddie’s tone was flat, but seething, like a lit fuse. “In my living room?” 

“...Yeah?” He finished poorly tone up-ticking at the end like it was a question. “It’s a--college thing. Supposed to help my applications.” 

This time, Wayne did run a hand down his face this time. 

God save him from idiot teenagers. 

Hands clenched tight, Eddie took an aborted glance to the right before shaking his head hard and scoffing. At least it let Wayne know exactly what his kid was thinking. 

To Eddie’s right was the counter where Wayne kept the bills. 

Before he realized just how badly Ed’s daddy had messed him up about such things, Wayne hadn’t bothered to hide the bills that were past due. Turns out the kid noticed such things, and worry over money had been the leading factor in more than one of Eddie’s run-ins with Hop.

Clearly, he thought it was the cause of Wayne entertaining this bullshit. 

Offense was written in every rigid line of his body, and Wayne knew betrayal wasn’t gonna be far behind. 

“What the hell Wayne!” Eddie spat, taking a singular step forward, the accent he tried so hard to hide growing thicker the madder he got. “We’re not a damn experiment--why would you agree to that!?” 

He had seconds to salvage this, before Ed’s ran and did something dumb. 

“‘Steve’s here cause I owe Hopper a favor.” Wayne answered honestly, standing to put himself between the two. “He reminded me of all the times he’s been good to you, and then he called it in. Now,” 

He cut Eddie off before his rant could pick up steam and bowl them all over. “I need you both to listen to me. Steve, I need Eddie to know the basics in order to keep you safe. I’ll only tell him what he needs to hear to understand why that is.” 

Steve stared at him for a moment, catching Wayne’s eye as the elder man positioned himself so he could see both boys at once.

“Okay.” Steve said, dropping the hesitant tone for something serious. 

Eddie said nothing, crossing his arms tightly over his chest and gripping the edges of his jacket hard enough to leave creases. 

Judging that as good enough, Wayne continued. “He’s not here on vacation, Ed’s. Hopper has asked us to house Steve for a bit due to an ongoing situation. It’s a dangerous one, and it’s important you do not tell anyone that Steve is here.”

Eddie’s mouth did the thing it did when he desperately wanted to say something, but Wayne held up a finger in the universal “wait.” position. 

“Let me finish.” He warned, and though he caught a hell of a glare for it, Eddie remained silent. 

“Right now I need you to trust me, son.” He said softly, and prayed that alone was enough for now. “I don’t do things without a good reason behind it. I know you know that. Let me get Steve settled, and I’ll come talk to you.” 

He could go in depth a little more, outside of Harrington’s eyesight. There Eddie would be inclined to drop the parts of his personality he put on blast as a defense mechanism, and ideally, Steve could get the sleep he so desperately needed. 

“It’ll be tight, but we’ll all get through this so long as you two keep your heads. “You both got plenty of problems right now on your own, you don’t need to add to it. You understand?”  

Eddie’s eyes narrowed dramatically as he sucked in a deep breath. 

“Fine.” He snarled, letting air hiss through his clenched teeth. “As long as King Dick here can keep himself out of my shit.”

Steve didn’t rise to the bait--or perhaps, was simply too tired to want to do anything but exit the conversation. 

‘Yes Sir.” He said instead, and Wayne didn’t bother correcting him that time. Simply clocked the title as a nervous tick of Steve’s and let himself feel that brief pang of sorrow that he’d caused the kid to backslide a bit trust wise.

No use for it, though.

Not if he wanted peace in his home. 

“Good.” Wayne said. 

Eddie stormed past, beeling towards his room. 

The door closed with an angry slam, the sound echoing throughout the trailer. 

Steve reacted like a puppet with its strings cut, letting out his own breath and going right back to slumping sideways. 

“Come on kid.” Wayne said quietly. “I think it’s beyond time you got to lay down. Let’s get you a shirt and some blankets.”

Steve didn’t say a word, just managed to get himself up and over to the couch, fumbling for his bag. 

“Oh.” He said after a moment, pulling a green sweater from the duffel and blinking dully at it. “Shit--I mean, shoot.” He shot a guilty look to Wayne, like Eddie hadn’t just sworn up a storm in front of them both. 

“What’s the matter?” Wayne just asked. 

“It’s nothing, I just-- grabbed the wrong bag.” Steve told him earnestly. It was clear the day had taken a hard toll on him, because he was blinking rapidly, fighting away sleep. 

A bad sign, given the energy Eddie had just come in with. 

It should be taking him longer to feel safe to drop off, and that he was doin’ so anyway was a bad testament to the state of him. 

“You need a different one?”

Steve shook his head. “No this is just my grab bag for the Upsi-errrm.” He hummed, before falling silent for a minute. 

Wayne let him fish for words at his leisure. 

“These are just clothes that I couldn’t get stains out of, kept them as backups.” Steve managed, before beginning the long process of pulling a shirt on. 

Wayne almost offered to help, except he knew he’d likely be rejected. It was too soon, the trust between them not there yet. 

He almost let the clothing comment go, figured it as  just one of those things the brain did when it was injured and run down. The sweater Steve was struggling with was expensive and soft, and Wayne didn’t even see a stain until the poor kid finally finished getting it on. 

He nearly froze, for the second time that day, when he did.

On one sleeve, smeared like Steve had wiped his face with it, was a bloodstain. 

This one was old, and clearly attempts had been made to get it out. 

‘Aw kid.’ He thought, staring at Steve as the kid managed to swing himself up on the couch, looking seconds away from dropping off. ‘What the hell has life done to you.’

It didn’t take long before sleep took him, but Wayne watched over him for a bit longer anyway, working up to what the hell he was going to tell his kid. 

Eddie might very well not forgive him for this, but Wayne had a shot now to head things off before they got worse. 

He just had to find the right words. 

[hyperfixationgoddess]

Inspired by the fanfiction link above; kind of an aftermath scenario. I love the idea of Wayne being extra protective of Steve after Steve saved Eddie's life, and getting even more protective of him after he and Eddie start dating. What can I say, I'm a Wayne Munson simp. Also, while I might not have a lot of respect for him anymore, see if you can find the John Mulaney quote I slipped in here! @artiststarme I hope you like it!

Finally Protected

Wayne Munson was a lot of things. A salty grump, a loner, an uncle, a father.

But most of all, he was loyal.

Once someone earned his loyalty, it lasted for life. He would stick with them through thick and thin, and defend them against anyone. And against all odds, Steve Harrington had earned his loyalty.

Anyone with eyes could see that Steve was head over heels in love with Wayne's boy. Which was why he could not comprehend why it was Steve who was on the receiving end of all these goddamn shovel talks.

Found family, my ass, he thought to himself. Even that Buckley girl had given Steve a talk. Were they all stupid? They'd known Steve, really known him, for much longer than Wayne or Eddie had. How could they still think that Steve would hurt anyone, much less Eddie?

The worst thing about it was, Wayne knew that Steve would forgive them. It didn't matter how many times the Party hurt him, Steve would just shrug it off, like his feelings didn't matter. And considering Steve had already earned the loyalty of the Munsons, Wayne had a problem with that.

A big problem.

The day after Eddie apologized and the two boys made up, Wayne dropped by to talk to Steve. Even as he settled on the couch in the living room, he could see the tension in Steve's shoulders.

"You can relax, kiddo," he said. "I'm not mad at ya. Not here to give you another goddamn shovel talk, either."

Steve's eyebrows rose. "Really?"

Wayne nodded. "Eddie's an adult now, and he knows how to take care of himself. No, I'm here to talk about the rest of the Party."

Steve looked confused. "What do you mean?"

Wayne sighed. "Boy, you need to set some boundaries with these people."

"Boundaries?"

"Steve, I know this ain't the first time these folks have hurt you. Lord knows Eddie has gone on many rants about how the kids keep calling you an idiot, or how the Wheeler girl cheated on you after 'she ripped your heart out of your chest and stomped on it.' Eddie's words, by the way."

Steve looked uncomfortable, now. "Well, the kids are just messing around. And I shouldn't have tried to hold on to Nancy the way I did."

"The kids are old enough now to learn how to mess around without being disrespectful. And Nancy should have been honest with you instead of leading you on," Wayne countered.

Steve still looked apprehensive. Wayne sighed (again-he'd been doing that a lot lately).

"Look, Steve, I'm not saying you have to cut them out of your life. I know that'd be devastating for ya. But just letting them hurt you, and not saying a word about it... You deserve better than that."

Steve's eyes misted over. "No, I don't," he choked out. When Wayne opened his mouth to protest, the kid shook his head rapidly. "You don't understand, Mr. Munson, I was a really bad person in high school. The things I said about people... I'd tear them down without a second thought. I-"

Sensing that Steve was about to go on a self deprecating tangent, Wayne cut him off.

"Did you know that Eddie used to rant about you?"

This seemed to startle the kid. "Um... What?"

Wayne chuckled. "Yeah, I won't go into details, but he was very vocal about how much you bugged him... But then, out of nowhere, in 1984, he stopped. I asked him why, because I was curious. Do you know what he said?"

Steve gulped. "What?"

"He said, and I quote, 'he hasn't actually been an asshole in a while, and now that everyone else is trying to kick him down, I don't want to contribute to that.' You made a change, Steve. Not many people are willing to do that. Hell, most ain't even willing to believe that there's something wrong with em. But you were. I'll keep telling you, as many times as I have to for it to sink in. You don't deserve to be hurt."

The tears Steve had been holding back this whole time finally seemed to overwhelm him. Wayne scooched over to him and wrapped him in a hug.

"You've had to be strong for so long, kid. Let me look after you, yeah? Lord knows you deserve protection just as much as Eddie does."

Steve didn't answer, but he nodded. That was enough for now.

--0--

Wayne had been pacing around Steve's living room for about ten minutes when he finally heard the doorbell ring. It would appear that this group traveled as a pack, because every single member of the party was there.

That is, every member but two.

"Mr. Munson?" Dustin asked confusedly. "What's going on? Where's Steve?"

Wayne grunted. "All of ya just come in. I'll explain once you get settled. And I'm sayin this now, I expect you all to listen."

When everyone was sitting around the living room, Hopper was the first to speak up. "So Wayne, what's going on? Where's the kid?"

Wayne scowled. "If you mean Steve, he's at my trailer with Eddie. If that were big enough, we'd be there instead, but there's too many of you, and I need you all to hear this."

The Buckley girl looked extremely confused. "Why would you want us here if Steve isn't?"

Wayne took a deep breath in an attempt to control his anger. "Because it would seem to me that you lot forget just how much that boy does for all of you."

Joyce furrowed her brow. "Um... What?"

"You folks got a lot of nerve, acting like Steve is the one who's gonna hurt Eddie. He ain't a ticking time bomb, and you gotta stop treating him like it. After everything he's done for you lot, it astounds me how you can still treat him like crap. Found family, my ass."

Nancy Wheeler opened her mouth with an angry expression, but Wayne cut her off. "Don't go acting so high and mighty, Wheeler. Did you even realize that Steve still flinches when anyone uses the word bullshit? You tore his heart out of his chest and stomped on it, and then slept with another guy before you even broke up with Steve properly."

That seemed to shut her up. Good.

"And as for you kids, how many times has Steve taken a beating for you? The only ones that I've seen being respectful to him are Will and El. The rest of you... You've all been the victims of bullies, according to Steve. So explain to me, how in the hell can you justify the way you all treat him on a daily basis? Insulting his intelligence, bossing him around, disregarding the work he's done to change, all of that has to stop."

The kids tried to protest, but Wayne was on a roll. He rounded on Joyce, Hopper, and Robin. "Hopper, Joyce, Eddie is my kid. He ain't your responsibility. You had no right to give Steve that goddamn shovel talk as if he were still the guy he was in high school. And you, Miss Buckley? You call yourself Steve's best friend. You might wanna try acting like it.

"Now, I know that Steve sees you all as family. That's the only reason I ain't told him to cut you folks out of his life. But Steve has got no standard for how he should be treated as a human being. Whether you lot realize it or not, you've all taken advantage of that. He thinks that he deserves it, but I've seen the effort he makes every day to be better than he was. Most won't even accept that they need to be better, and it would seem that you folks are a part of that majority. I know that he deserves better, and I ain't even known him a whole year. That says something about you, don't it?

"Now, you are going to give Steve as much space as he needs. You won't ask him to babysit, you won't ask him to chauffeur you around, you won't ask him for money. You'll take some time to think about how you've treated him. And when you feel you're ready to apologize-not because of guilt or obligation, but because you mean it-you tell me. I'll let Steve know. But only when Steve is ready to see you all again, and not a second more, will I let you talk to him."

Wayne shared a vicious smile with El and Will, and then looked at the rest of them with a raised eyebrow.

"Now get the hell out of my future son-in-law's house."

Fin

[hellcheerficdatabase]

Ride the Sky

Author: @deathinasmalltown

Rating/Warning: Explicit, referenced ED

Chapter Count: 7/7 (Part 1 of HellCheer Heavy Metal HEA series)

Description:

He tucks his tin lunchbox under his arm, shoves the door open, and stumbles inside—

It’s very obviously not a bathroom, as he gets an eyeful of someone’s pale ass, against white sheets.

“Uh, sorry. My bad,” he mumbles at the two teenagers fucking on the bed.

They’re far too into it to even notice that he barged in on them. Well, he’d argue that the girl might be overselling it, if her exaggerated moans are anything to go by—he’s seen enough porn to know an actress when he sees one…or hears one, more like.

He tries to back out of the room as quickly and quietly as possible, but he yelps in shock at being blocked from leaving. He twists towards the person in his way just as he’s roughly shouldered to the side by a flurry of strawberry blonde hair.

Tags: Alternate Universe- canon divergence, alternate universe- no vecna, for Chrissy, fluff, smut, angst, Wayne is a sweetie, Eddie is a sweetie, BAMF Chrissy, strangers to friends to lovers, Alternating POV, Eddie for the first 5 chaps, multiple chapters, part of a series, status: completed

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Sanctuary

by SpicedSage

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, The Party (Stranger Things), Nancy Wheeler, Wayne Munson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, BAMF Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Post-Vecna (Stranger Things), Eventual Happy Ending, Pre-vecna, Minor Body Horror, no beta we die like NO ONE I SWEAR, Excessive References to D&D Words: 47,584 Chapters: 7/7

Summary

After Steve Harrington goes missing, Eddie Munson gets exposed to the secret dangers of Hawkins, Indiana in 1985 instead of 1986. Will a different first meeting lead to a change in his fate?

[bananahoneycomb]

I Know a Place

I recommend reading on Ao3 as it follows 'To make a Friend' and I'm doing it as a series. I'm not sure how dark I will go with this series but this part isn't bad.

Rated: T Words: 915

Eddie Munson and Gareth Friendship, altered memory

Gareth stepped quickly. The roads home were too broken to bike and it was getting dark, or darker. The sky had been pitched with what the NEWS reports had called smoke from a chemical fire caused by the quake. It was strange to walk down this street he had been down so many times and see nobody. So many houses had been left empty. The folks who remained now stay in, especially at night. 

BAMF! 

“Shit!”The sudden sound made Gareth jump. 

He would not have noticed it, but without the once normal sounds of cars and kids playing there wasn’t anything to hide it, couldn’t mistake it for a car with a messed up exhaust or something. He turned to see what had made the sound. There was someone stepping to hide behind the tree in front of the Miller’s boarded up house.

BAMF!

It was the same sound but Gareth didn’t see anything that could have made it. He hesitated for a second, but then called out.

“Hey! Who's there?”, and walked towards the tree. He kept back a bit, enough that he thought he could book it if the guy meant to jump him. When he got there he was alone. 

“What the-”

BAMF!

It was just behind him and not just loud, there was a shift in pressure and his ear popped like they did the one time he flew in a plane to see his grandparents. 

“Hey Gareth, don’t turn around just yet”, someone directly behind him said. Gareth froze. That was Eddie’s voice. Eddie was dead. They had said Eddie was dead. Even Wayne had stopped putting up the missing posters. 

“Eddie!” Gareth said and, ignoring Eddie’s actual words for the surprise of hearing his voice, he turned around and launched himself for a hug. In the split second before he had his arms around Eddie he noticed a strangeness of Eddie’s skin but he thought it must just be the tears blurring his vision.

“Ha! You never listen man. Even way back to your first campaign. Still jumping in,”Eddie admonished fondly and hugged back.

“Eddie what, you, how,” Garath couldn’t speak, the words were all fighting to get out at once.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m okay. The reports of my demise were, well not completely wrong, but, ah greatly exaggerated. Don’t worry,” Eddie said.

“What the fuck does ‘not completely wrong mean?” Gareth asked and tried to pull back but Eddie held him still. “Hey, what-”

“Sorry just- wait. Please?” Eddie asked.

Gareth let out a breath but relaxed, “Fine”.

“It’s just, I didn’t want to scare you. I look a little different now. I sorta did die, just a little, but it’s still me. Promise,” Eddie said.

“How do you die just a little bit? And if you didn’t want to scare me, maybe quit with the smoke and mirrors bullshit. You know I don’t care what you look like,” Gareth said. This time when he pulled away Eddie let go.

“What?”, Gareth said and his mouth just hung open.

While Eddie had always been pale, now his skin was a blue-gray and shiny as if he had just stepped out of a shower. The skin seemed to thicken in places and it almost looked as though Eddie had horns peeking through his dark curls. He was smiling and his teeth 

“You good man?” Eddie asked. It was the same way he’d always ask whether Gareth had gotten harassed by assholes at school or just had a shitty day. It was so Eddie, it snapped through what apprehension Gareth felt at his changed appearance.

“Ah yeah. I’m good,” Gareth said. He looked Eddie in the eyes, so warm and a little sad. Those at least were the same as ever.

“Yeah, it takes some getting used to. Especially this,” Eddie said and turned around as if he were showing off a new patch on his vest or something but the vest was gone. 

What Eddie did have was a dusty blue tail, as long as Eddie was tall. It had a diamond shape flair at the end that was now bending and unbending across the middle like a hand waving.

“Hello Gareth”, Eddie Eddie said in one of his high pitched DnD voices, “I’m just a little tail don’t mind me”.

Eddie turned around laughing.

“Fucking metal but what the hell happened?”, Gareth asked.

“That’s a reeealy long story and I don’t think we have time right now but I will fill you in later. Promise. Some reeeeealy bad shit is going to go down soon. I know a place that will be safe and I’m not going to leave any of my little sheepies behind”, Eddie said and slung an arm over Gareth’s shoulder, “Don’t worry, I already got your mom, dad, and Doug. I’ve just been waiting for my favorite Dwarven party member.”

“Ok, umm, so should I pack something? Where are we going?”, Gareth asked.

“Don’t worry about packing. Henry has a place set for those who didn’t get the fancy makeover” Eddie said and his tail whipped in front of them to wave again, “I haven’t been yet, but you know how quiet Henry can be about things.”

“Wait, who’s Henry?” Gareth said, brow knitted in confusion.

BAMF!

The street was suddenly empty. The streetlights came on. The one closest to where the two boys had been talking blinked violently a moment before it glowed a soft yellow in the quiet dusk. 

[peterpan-in-neverland]

Chapters: 7/18

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Eddie Munson/Chrissy Cunningham

Characters: Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Laura Cunningham, Original Female Character(s), Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Jason Carver, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Chrissy Cunningham's Brother, Original Male Character(s), Wayne Munson

Additional Tags: bucket list au, Talking, Drug Use, Smoking, flirtatious behaviour, Mentioned Infidelity, tags and characters to be updated and added as i go, sleeping, Eating Disorders, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, dieting, restrictions on diet, Sleeping Together, like literally snore mimimi sleeping together, lying, bowling, going bowling, this might as well the check-off of eddies 'go on a date' goal for his bucket list, from the way they act, Parent-Child Relationship, bad parent relationships, sometimes moms suck, Infidelity, Cheating, to be clear the infidelity is chrissy talking about going on a date with eddie, while she is still dating jason, Kissing, First Date, Making Out, Hickeys, First Kiss, Flashbacks, drug deals, blatant and unashamed flirting, Non linear storytelling, Female Friendships, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, girlz bonding, Max being a BAMF, Ophidiophobia, Fear of snakes, Baking, baking TOGETHER even, fear of the future too baby!, Existential Dread

Summary: “I was thinking more reptilian,” she says, and Eddie drops his hands, looking at her.

“What,” he finally says, and it is not like a question, more like a statement of disbelief.

“I was talking to Robin, and she mentioned that she knows someone that owns a pet store, and that if we go in, he’ll let you hold a snake,” Chrissy explains, smiling, trying to muster up the enthusiasm she thought he would have. “So, I figured we could do that this Saturday.”

Eddie nods a little absently. “Right.” A beat of silence. “Are you sure you don’t just want to ask me to prom instead?”

--

OR; chrissy and eddie write a joint bucket list, and then they hold a snake

[ao3feed-deckerstar]

And I danced myself to death

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/seFdvx3

by AmeliaDarkholme

“If you truly exist, then I think it’s not too much to ask for you to bring Eddie Munson back, don’t you think? So, what say you, Lucifer the Morning Star?”

“Dear Dad; who is this insolent child who dared to pray to me and demand I– Bloody humans! Didn’t they learn with the witch burnings? Fuck, times like this I almost wish I still had my Demiurge powers. I would bring that boy back just so I could see the envy in their eyes–“

“Satan, I hurt all over. Shit. I’m alive."

Words: 4169, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: Lucifer (TV), Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV), Eddie Munson, Chloe Decker, Chrissy Cunningham, Trixie Espinoza, Dustin Henderson, Dan Espinoza, Wayne Munson (mentioned), John Decker (Mentioned), Original Charlotte Richards (mentioned)

Relationships: Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar, Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Episode: s03e24 A Devil of My Word, Immortality, Resurrection, Reincarnation, Powerful Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV), BAMF Chloe Decker, BAMF Eddie Munson, BAMF Chrissy Cunningham, BAMF Trixie Espinoza

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/seFdvx3

[sp0o0kylights]

6 PM and Eddie was in full story mode, gesturing wildly as he made himself a bowl of soup.

It was nothing fancy, just some canned chicken noodle that Steve had stuck his nose up at.

Then sniffed dramatically when Eddie had popped it in the microwave.

(Considering It was an after work snack, Eddie didn't take offense to his boyfriend's rich-boy sensitivities.)

"Then Brandon, the asshole, pulls in this ancient Jeep. Swears he checked it out before he bought it." He's still in his shop clothes, too busy going through his day to change.

"Did he actually though? Noooo." Eddie drawled out, fetching a spoon and setting the warmed bowl on the counter.

"Wasn't he the guy who just bought that truck?" Steve asked from his spot on the couch. He had beaten Eddie home, a rare accomplishment for him on a Wednesday.

Eddie spun, spoon in hand. "The one with the bad engine? Yes!"

"At least the color wasn't bad."

"It was banana yellow." With a scoff, Eddie put the can in the sink, picked up his bowl, and threw it in the trash.

He made it two entire steps forward before he froze, eyes growing wide.

“Stevie.” Eddie whispered, his entire body slumping dramatically. “Stevie, I threw away my soup.”

Trying (and utterly failing) not to laugh, Steve said, “I know. I watched you do it."

Entire face falling into a heart wrenching pout, Eddie looked between Steve and the sink.

"I wanted that." He said pathetically.

"Do you want me to make you soup?" Steve asked, voice teasing.

"Please?" Eddie's eyes worked over time, as he slunk his way over to his boyfriend. He dropped to his knees, putting his chin on one of Steve's thighs. "Pretty please?"

Steve flushed scarlet, eyes darting to Wayne and back. He was working on accepting Eddie's more theatrical displays of affection in front of others, but didn't shove Eddie away.

Told him he would never.

Not even when it was in front of Eddie's bandmates, who still eyed Steve with distrust.

"Would you like some too Wayne?"

Pretending not to smile from his ancient armchair, Wayne hummed. "Long as it's no trouble."

"Not at all." Steve pushed at Eddie's head, prompting the other boy to back away as Steve got to his feet.

Quickly, Eddie stole his boyfriend's spot on the couch, basking in the vacated warmth.

"I'm adding veggies along with everything else. No complaining!" Steve called as he began pulling open cabinets.

"I'd never dream of it." Eddie called back, batting his eyelashes even though Steve couldn't see it.

"If he does, I'll just eat his portion. Boy can go to bed hungry if he doesn't appreciate that cookin of yours." Wayne added, in his own teasing twang.

"Suck up." Eddie fired back, sticking out his tongue.

From the kitchen, Steve turned to hide his grin.

[sp0o0kylights]

8: 15 in the morning and Eddie was frantically flying around the trailer while Steve and Wayne both read the paper.

"I can't find my fucking wallet!" Eddie cursed, patting his pockets madly.

"It's on the shelf, by the Garfield mug." Steve said, not even looking up.

Eddie's gaze flicked up, and with a hissed victorious "Yes!" He snatched his wallet up.

He hustled about some more, long legs looping from the kitchen, to the bedroom and back.

"I can't find my damn jacket either!" He said, panicked and pulling at his hair in frustration.

"Its underneath the bed." Steve said, loud enough for Eddie to hear him as the metalhead charged back into his room.

He burst back out a second later, one arm in his jacket, struggling to get the other in.

"I swear I made coffee this morning-" He snarled, hopping in an attempt to make his jacket behave.

"Bathroom counter." Steve replied, flipping his newspaper to the next page.

Eddie spun, shooting into the bathroom only to return victorious, coffee held above his head like a trophy.

"Bye Wayne, Stevie!" He shouted as he loped towards the door.

"Eddie." Steve called, finally looking up from his paper with one eyebrow raised. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Right, right." Eddie said, trotting over and planting a quick kiss on Steve's lips. "Ok bye, I'll see you both after work!"

He shot outside, the cheap plastic door rattling in its frame behind him.

Amused, Steve grinned. "That wasn't what I meant."

Wayne chuckled quietly next to him. "He'll figure it out in a minute."

The two abandoned their papers as Steve reached forward, grabbing Eddie's keys off the coffee table.

"He's got to find a better way to keep all his stuff in one place." Steve said with a shake of his head.

"Hate to tell you this son, but he did." Wayne said, reaching over to pat Steve's knee. "That's what you're for."

Steve rolled his eyes, but the smile stayed on his face. "Figures."

(Two seconds later Eddie burst back through the door, only to see the keys Steve held in the air and make grabby hands for them.

"I'm not tossing them to you Ed's, you won't catch them." Steve told him playfully.

Eddie flipped him off.)

[sp0o0kylights]

PSEUDO DADS WAYNE AND HOPPER/BEAT TO SHIT STEVE HARRINGTON A03 LINK

S3 AU wherein Hopper calls in a favor and Wayne ends up hiding a beaten and battered Steve Harrington in his house.

Eddie's not happy about it.

SEPERATE POST FOR ANYONE WHO JUST WANTS THE A03 LINK

First chapter has all three parts together.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Chokechain

by GhostHost

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Tommy Hagan, Wayne Munson, Nancy Wheeler, The Party (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Head Injury, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Arranged Marriage, Misunderstandings, everyones mad at Steve and the poor guy cant get through to them that its his parents not him, both steddie and pre steddie, Unreliable Narrator, BAMF Wayne Words: 17,729 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

Rumors of Steve’s pending engagement threaten to splinter the post-Vecna bliss with a harsh dose of reality: 1. Steve Harrington is nothing more than a bargaining chip to his parents. 2. His friends can’t relate, or worse, don’t understand. 3. The most unlikely of people can show up in your corner.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

You're Guiltless

by tiredandsadandgay, whinysubsteve

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington's Parents, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Wayne Munson, The Party (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Song Fic: Guiltless by Dodie, Steve Harrington is Bad at Feelings, Established Relationship, Period-Typical Homophobia, Getting Outed, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, Steve Harrington's Very Deserved Mental Breakdown, The Party Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington's King Steve Persona, BAMF Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson's Version of a Rage Room, Angst, Happy Ending Words: 4,713 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

“I get it, but I didn’t really get much sleep last night and I have this stupid dinner date to go to.” “You’re going?” Robin raises her brows, “What about Eddie?” Steve snorts, “He’s the one who told me I’m going on the date!” He pushes a tape into its spot.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

DOMUS MACTIBILIS

by viiragos

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Claudia Henderson, Wayne Munson, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Billy Hargrove, Victor Creel, Robin Buckley, Calvin Powell Additional Tags: Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Good Babysitter Steve Harrington, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Monster House AU, Hurt/Comfort, this was supposed to be corny but it turned a little angsty tbh, Minor Claudia Henderson/Wayne Munson, eddie and dustin are brothers, this is not a safe space for billy stans!!, Mutual Pining, but they don't know it, BAMF Lucas Sinclair, No Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, kind of s2 reminiscent, but it's set in '83, Angst with a Happy Ending, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better Words: 30,174 Chapters: 3/3

Summary

Steve watches Eddie disappear down the street for a moment long after he’s gone, but snaps back to attention when an outcry comes from his left. He turns from where he stands on the Henderson-Munson driveway and sees the boys near Old Man Creel’s lawn directly across the street. OR: Steve is stuck babysitting while Claudia and Wayne are away. Dustin and his friends find out that Victor Creel's house is alive, and Steve and Eddie have to stop them from doing anything stupid.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Brother, Let Me Be Your Shelter

by GhostInTheClawMachine

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair Character: Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Wayne Munson, Jason Carver, Fred Benson, Calvin Powell, Phil Callahan Additional Tags: Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Lesbian Chrissy Cunningham, Fake/Pretend Relationship, actually fake though it very much stays that way, Platonic Soulmates Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Season/Series 04, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Not Beta Read, POV Eddie Munson, POV Chrissy Cunningham, POV Alternating, Minor Character Death, Getting Together, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Pining, Jason Carver Being an Asshole, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson Friendship, BAMF Chrissy Cunningham, Chrissy Cunningham Lives, Major Character Injury, Eddie Munson Lives, just to reiterate the slow burn tag is not a drill, Fluff and Angst, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, seriously I think I accidentally made him my favorite character in the fic, Stranger Things Book: Rebel Robin, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Sex, Eating Disorders, Moving In Together, Found Family Words: 127,653 Chapters: 14/14

Summary

Lucas says all this as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and in retrospect it kind of is. He knows how badly Lucas wants Mayfield from next door to come watch him play – in his mind Eddie and Chrissy must be the same way. Maybe if they were actually dating it would have occurred to him on his own, or maybe the pair’s six years of friendship should have given him the same idea. Instead, it’s starting to seem like this evening will be going on the small list of times his ‘relationship’ with Chrissy Cunningham has come back to bite him. OR The events of Season 4 (plus a little before and after) if Eddie and Chrissy were the OG Steve and Robin and pretended to date throughout high school to keep each other from being outed.

[peterpan-in-neverland]

Chapters: 9/18

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson

Characters: Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Laura Cunningham, Original Female Character(s), Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Jason Carver, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Chrissy Cunningham's Brother, Original Male Character(s), Wayne Munson, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers, Will Byers

Additional Tags: bucket list au, Talking, Drug Use, Smoking, flirtatious behaviour, Mentioned Infidelity, tags and characters to be updated and added as i go, sleeping, Eating Disorders, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, dieting, restrictions on diet, Sleeping Together, like literally snore mimimi sleeping together, lying, bowling, going bowling, this might as well the check-off of eddies 'go on a date' goal for his bucket list, from the way they act, Parent-Child Relationship, bad parent relationships, sometimes moms suck, Infidelity, Cheating, to be clear the infidelity is chrissy talking about going on a date with eddie, while she is still dating jason, Kissing, First Date, Making Out, Hickeys, First Kiss, Flashbacks, drug deals, blatant and unashamed flirting, Non linear storytelling, Female Friendships, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, girlz bonding, Max being a BAMF, Ophidiophobia, Fear of snakes, Baking, baking TOGETHER even, fear of the future too baby!, Existential Dread, Mild Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Content

Summary: “Chrissy?” someone asks, the voice familiar, stopping her in her tracks.

She turns around, looking at him, up and down, not bothering to hide it. Why should she? Before everything that happened at the picnic table, she would catch him looking at her like that, especially in her cheer skirt.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks, and by the look on his face—

—this shit-eating grin, of course, what else would it be?—

—he already seems to think he knows the answer.

[peterpan-in-neverland]

Chapters: 8/18

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Eddie Munson/Chrissy Cunningham

Characters: Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Laura Cunningham, Original Female Character(s), Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Jason Carver, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Chrissy Cunningham's Brother, Original Male Character(s), Wayne Munson, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers, Will Byers

Additional Tags: bucket list au, Talking, Drug Use, Smoking, flirtatious behaviour, Mentioned Infidelity, tags and characters to be updated and added as i go, sleeping, Eating Disorders, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, dieting, restrictions on diet, Sleeping Together, like literally snore mimimi sleeping together, lying, bowling, going bowling, this might as well the check-off of eddies 'go on a date' goal for his bucket list, from the way they act, Parent-Child Relationship, bad parent relationships, sometimes moms suck, Infidelity, Cheating, to be clear the infidelity is chrissy talking about going on a date with eddie, while she is still dating jason, Kissing, First Date, Making Out, Hickeys, First Kiss, Flashbacks, drug deals, blatant and unashamed flirting, Non linear storytelling, Female Friendships, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, girlz bonding, Max being a BAMF, Ophidiophobia, Fear of snakes, Baking, baking TOGETHER even, fear of the future too baby!, Existential Dread, Mild Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Content

Summary: “What can I do for you?” he asks, immediately after dragging his eyes all over every part of her, not even bothering to hide the fact that he is checking her out. Whatever. “And, believe me, for you, I’d do anything.”

Chrissy blows out half a laugh through her nostrils, then tilts her head sweetly. “Oh, babe, we wouldn’t have the time,” she says, just to see what happens. Usually, she would have avoided it, but lately, she has been realizing that she likes to poke back.

“You’d be surprised,” he says, getting bold, leaning against the counter, “I have a very open-ended schedule.”

Chrissy hums, then straightens up. “Oh, I meant me,” she says, pressing a hand to her chest. She cannot see Max and El, but she knows they are probably wide-eyed, making faces at each other. “My schedule is pretty packed, what with high school, and everything.”

--

OR; Eddie and Chrissy write a joint bucket list, and then they pose for a calendar