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Promise me, honey

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Summary:Steve comes back from Lovers Lake severely injured, and you're the one who has to patch him up.

Notes: A rewrite of the lovers lake scene and aftermath. Steve Harrington x reader, friends-to-lovers, hurt/comfort, bit angsty. Steve comes back far more injured than in the show, for context, you and Eddie are childhood friends. Nancy is helping out as well.

Warnings/Tags: Steve has a breakdown :(, blood, stitching, crying, pain, nightmare, overall injuries warning, mention of painkillers. fem!reader, she/her pronouns. use of y/n. sharing a bed, kissing. let me know if i missed anything!

Word Count: ~6k

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Your knee won’t stop bouncing.

You’re sitting on the couch, hands clasped tight, worry creeping onto your face although you’re trying your best to hide it. Glancing up at the clock on the living room wall, you curse in your head. They were supposed to be back by now. You look around the room, checking on Lucas and Max sitting at the kitchen table, Max with her headphones on and Lucas using all his concentration to draw her funny pictures.

The others were at Lovers Lake. Or so you hoped. Trying to figure out some water-gate theory that Dustin proposed. You promised you would stay back and watch Max, the thought of being out in the woods, on a lake, in the dark, not really enticing you. You all promised each other three hours. Three hours and they would be back. Three hours and then dinner and a movie night and a big sleepover.

Your head snaps around when you hear a car pulling up outside the house, lights briefly flashing in the window. Max and Lucas turn their heads as you stand up from the couch, pausing for a second when you hear frantic voices in your driveway. Before you can make it to the door it swings open, ushering in chaos and panic with it. Bursting in, you see Eddie and Nancy holding up Steve. A bloody, injured, half-dead looking Steve.

"Oh my god.." you say, it comes out strained. The blood drains from your face.

"Quick, we need help, he won't stop bleeding," Nancy says a little panicked. You share a frightened look with her, both of you trying to keep it together.

"Take him to the bathroom, end of the hallway.”

Nancy and Eddie shuffle with Steve towards the back. You hear Steve groan down the hall and you feel your skin crawl and itch with adrenaline. The rest of the troupe follows in the front door behind them. Robin looks frantic, carrying the remainder of Steve's clothes. "What happened Robs?" it comes out harsh, frightened. Her eyes are jumping all around the room, to the kids, and to you briefly, but they stay at her feet when she talks.

"I don't - I don't know Y/N. It was bad, there were these...these bats, so many of them and we, well Steve, was - " she's cut off by a loud cry from Steve resonating down the hallway and everyone's heads snap towards it. You feel your heart pumping again. "Eddie said to bring him here, said you would know what to do?" she finishes quickly. Your head felt like it was spinning.

"Hey y/n, we need some help in here!" You hear Eddie call from the bathroom. Your feet start moving before you even comprehend it. The most experience you had with this kind of thing was patching up Eddie's old injuries from when you were kids, bloody knees and elbows, scrapes and gashes from Eddie’s (brief) skateboarding hobby, and a particularly nasty cut from when you went camping as teens. As you turned into the doorway of the bathroom you found Steve on the edge of the bathtub, Nancy frantically washing a towel out in the sink while Eddie was crouched low next Steve, arm around his back and under his shoulder keeping him steady. Steve raises his head to look at you with guilty eyes, and you take him in for the first time. A dirty and scratched up face, the bruising around his neck that seemed to be darkening by the second, black blood down his chest and his torso. My god his torso, wrapped in blood red bandages. You didn't know what was under there, and you were scared to look. You'd never seen Steve so beaten.

"Sorry sweetheart... making a mess" he tries to joke but it comes out choked and strained. That's the Steve you knew though, calling you pet names and trying to ease your worry. Over the past few months you became fast friends, always teetering on the edge of something more. Weekends were spent falling asleep on the couch together after a particularly late movie night, you found yourself on morning walks with him and a cup of coffee before picking up the kids for an adventure, driving around in his old BMW blasting music he didn’t like (but sung along to anyways). You both meant a lot to each other and you knew that, but when this 'Upside down' thing came back you both saw a change in each other. Stress and fear took over, leading to restless nights awake on the couch unravelling theories and coming up with battle plans. You would be lying if you said that one of you getting hurt wasn't your biggest fear, and now here you are, Steve bleeding out in your bathroom after a mission gone wrong.

'Oh, Steve.." you say gently, coming forward to grab his hand. "Let's clean you up, ok?" you nod at him. Nancy comes back over with the wet cloth, starting to wipe away at the blood on his face.

"I thought you might know what to do, there were these bats, got into his sides, he needs stitches or something, fuck I don't know," Eddies looks at you, he sounds like he's begging. "You can do that right? You can fix him?"

"Alright let me take a look" you turn to Steve. "Steve, honey, can I take these bandages off? Just tell me if you need me to stop alright?" He nods at you with a sniffle.

Nancy moves out of your way as she goes to wash the cloth again, pausing at the sink as you gently start with the bandages. Not daring to unravel them yet you pull them down slightly, lifting them from the skin, trying to get a look from above. You can't see anything but pools of blood and torn up skin beneath them and you feel your stomach turn. With eyes locked on his sides and a deep breath - you kick into overdrive.

"Ok, Nance, I need you to go to the kitchen and grab one of the big bowls, fill it with water, and grab towels...plenty of them, from the closet down the hall." You order, not taking your eyes off Steve. "Eds, you know where the first aid kit is right? Grab that, there'll be extra bandages in the same draw, those too. The bottle of alcohol...and, and.. shit I don't know, I don't know.." you stutter, brain running too fast for you to comprehend. You pull your eyes away from Steve and look into Eddie's. He staring at you with full focus. "You know that numbing cream I bought you, for your tattoos? I think it's in my bottom drawer, next to my bed. That too." Both of them don't waste time, a quick 'got it' leaving their mouths before exiting the bathroom. As Eddie leaves his side, Steve starts to collapse over before you nudge into him. "Alright honey I'm just gonna move you over so you can lean against the wall, ok?" as you pull him to the corner of the tub, lightly pushing his shoulders back.

Steve whines as you move him over, eyes scrunched shut and body rigid with pain. You hear Nancy return with the towels and water and place them down on the floor next to you. "What else do you need?" she says. You look over Steve again.

"Scissors, there's a pair in the kitchen, thank you Nance" you say, turning to give her a nod. As she's leaving Eddie comes rushing in, hands full.

"I just grabbed everything I could" he says, dumping it on the sink counter. You laugh a little at him.

"Thanks Eds, can you get the gauze and bandages together?" You ask him gently; you know he must be freaked. Your adrenaline is turning into calmness, you - the eye of the storm. You turn back to Steve, who is trying to stay as still as possible and speak to him. "Ok, I'm going to get these bandages off you and then I'll clean the wounds and see where we're at. See what we can bandage and what will need more ok?" You talk slowly, making sure he comprehends. He can only muster up a small nod and a quiet hum of agreement back at you. Nancy is standing behind you and hands you the pair of scissors, you pause for a moment before starting with the makeshift bandage, cutting them loose one by one. The bathroom starts to feel like an operating room, everyone holding their breath and tense with focus as you start to work on Steve. "The kids alright? Robin? Where are they?" You pause your hands. Once these bandages are off you know you'll have to move fast, you know you'll have to put Steve in pain, and you didn't want anyone around for that.

"They're ok, in the living room, Robin is keeping an eye on everyone," Nancy answers.

"Ok, they might have to get out of here...maybe tell them to take a walk or something," you trail off. Nancy moves to leave. "Shut the door Nance." You hear the click behind you. Getting back to work, you peel the bandages off carefully. Steve groans and shifts under you, throwing his head back and hands covering his face as the layers come off, bloody and sticky to his skin. You can fully see the bites now and you feel sick in your throat - they were deep. Very deep, and far larger than you expected. You push your emotions down as you reach for a wet towel, trying to clean some of the excess blood. "Eddie, put pressure on the other side," you command, handing him another cloth. You don't see Eddie’s look of apprehension, you don’t see his face turn pale, you just stay focused on taking care of Steve. Steve yelps in pain as Eddie presses the towel to his bites, reaching out to grip the metalhead’s shoulder, Eddie has to turn his head away. Trying to keep his composure. You feel your heart breaking but it only pushes you to work faster.

You feel a presence behind you as Nancy returns, trying to be helpful. "Alcohol and gauze please Nance" you say softly, turning to her. You don't give Steve warning as you pat the cotton pad against his side. His whole abdomen tenses and he straightens up, muttering curses and grabs your forearm to stop you.

"Shit that burns" he whines, dropping his head low, taking short quick breaths to calm down.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry honey," you speak softly at him. Pausing as you feel the vice grip on your arm. He just nods as you feel his grip soften, shoulders start to relax as he releases you and Eddie and he leans back into the wall.

"Ok, I'm sorry keep going" Steve says, his hands moving to grip the edge of the tub beneath him. You proceed to make quick work out if it, dabbing around the edges. Holding your breath when you hit the bites directly as Steve swears and jerks beneath you. It takes some time before both sides are cleaned. It's a dance between you and his blood, jumping back and forth from each side to stop the wounds spilling over.

"They won't stop Y/N, why won't they stop?" Eddies murmurs, eyes transfixed by the performance. You're both holding gauze over the wounds, hoping the pressure will help.

"He needs stitches, doesn't he?" Nancy observes. You hear the shake in her voice. "Can you do that? Do you know how to do that?" Her voice raises an octave as she speaks.

"She stitched me up once after a nasty fall a few years back," Eddie says turning to Nancy. "Had this big cut on my leg, she used a needle and thread – very hardcore," he smiles a little, remembering the day. "She can do it, I know she can," he finishes, with full confidence in his voice.

"I bought a suture kit right after that," you say flatly, throat dry. The cogs were turning in your head trying to remember where you put it. "Might be at the top of my closet, with my camping gear?"

"I'll go look," Nancy offered, rushing out the room.

"Eds, did you find that numbing cream?" you said to him. He springs up to the counter before wordlessly handing it off to you. "Just thought it might help" you say, not sure why you felt the need to rationalize your decision with him but he nods at you nonetheless. It helps with your confidence.

"Don't I get a say in this?" It catches you off guard. Steve's voice is quiet, raspy, worn. You don't want to look at him but you have to. His face looks pale, a light sheen of sweat across his forehead, down his neck. He looks down at you through half closed lids, head leaning against the wall, not strong enough to lift it. "Can't you just put bandages on? Please....y/n please" his voice cracks, eyes scrunching shut. You feel some tears prick at your eyes. You place a hand on his, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

"Steve, honey, you're bleeding out, this will help I promise. We have to - we have to do this..." He doesn't see the tear fall from your eye as you turn your head to Nancy, walking back in the room holding your kit. She sheepishly hands it off to you. You clear your throat as you busy yourself with the supplies, bringing Steve's hand over to replace yours on his side. You make quick work of applying the numbing cream, brow furled in concentration, a soft "this will help, you'll barely feel a thing" leaving your mouth. Eddie places a hand on your back to steady you. Your best friend since you were seven, he knows you better than anyone. He won't take your eyes off you, watching a red rash of stress creep up your neck, watching you gnaw your lips and control your breathing. He leans in close to you.

"Want me to do it? Just tell me how..." Eddie says gently. You’re already shaking your head before he finishes.

"No. No, I got this." You open up the suture kit and start prepping the needle and thread. Steve's eyes flash at the needle, and he shifts up with a loud panicked sound.

"Fuck Y/N I don't think I can do this. Oh my god, I can't do this." His breathing starts going erratic as he tries to twist his torso away from you. He’s fully panicking, gasping for air, with his hands pushed against your shoulders to keep you away.

You reach up and grab his face in your both your hands. Holding both his cheeks. "Honey, look at me" and you wait for his eyes to meet yours. "You can do this ok. Alright?” Your voice goes stern, trying to convince him. “I’ll go fast, I promise." You both hold each other's gaze, sharing a deep look between the two of you. When you're like this you feel like you can read each other's minds. At least, that what you tell yourself when you turn to Eddie and Nancy and say, "I need you both to leave."

Nancy's eyes go wide (even wider than before) and starts to put up a protest. Eddie stands up and goes next to her, frantically shaking his head with her, waving his arms. Both of them telling you no. You look back at Steve to reaffirm your decision, he just blinks at you but it was enough. You see the deep pools of tears forming in his eyes. The boy was scared. You turn back to them, "yes, I need you both to leave. I can do this myself. No one else needs to see this." You stare them down with all the serious and intensity you can muster. Eddies shoots you one more reluctant look before letting Nancy guide him out, looking over her shoulder before the door shuts.

Steve releases a breath he didn't know he was holding as you turn back to the needle and thread. He sits up, leaning his head forward a little to get closer to you. The bathroom somehow feels smaller now that it’s just the two of you. "Th-Thank you y/n..." he says softly, hands reaching down to graze your arms, "just wanted to say it before you start, because I think I'm about to be a real dick." He chuckles the best that he can but it turns into a sputtered cough. "Glad you're the one taking care of me, couldn't have it any other way" he finishes, looking at you with a tense smile and his eyes shining with tears.

You give him a soft smile and a press your hand on his knee. "S'alright Steve, I'll always be here to fix you up. Although you might hate me for it in a minute," you say, matching his humor. You lean forward and give him a small kiss on his forehead, causing his brows to crinkle. "Ok, how about you learn against the wall... and here" you hand him a rolled-up cloth "if you need it... to bite down on." He takes it hesitantly.

"The numbing cream should work though, right?"

"Uh well yeah... this is just in case it doesn't." You felt like you were lying.

You give him a hopeful smile and he leans his head back against the wall. You bring your hand close to his side, hoping he doesn't see the tremor. You take a deep breath and you feel him do the same.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

You sink the needle into his skin as swiftly as you can. Steve's eyes snap open, body lurching forward, and hand spasming to grip you again. Your heart practically jumps out of your chest when you hear the loud yelp that comes from his mouth, a trail of swears following immediately after.

"Stop, oh my god fuck, stop please stop" he begs.

You halt your movements, thread half pulled through his skin. You don't dare look at him, with his head collapsed against his chest heaving desperately from the shock. You feel your eyes well with tears again but you hear Steve break before you do, a heavy sob erupting from his body. "I can't, I can't, this is so fucked up y/n this is so fucked!"

You lay a free hand on his chest, near his heart. You feel wet tears drop from Steve's cheeks to your forearm. He just sobs, stress and hurt leaving his body. You're softly hushing him, hand occasionally coming up to help him wipe his tears away.

He takes a shaky breath in and mutters, "shit, I'm really sorry" and goes to lean back against the wall, roughly pushing tears away from his eyes. "I guess that numbing cream didn't fucking work" he jokes wryly. You haven't said a word to him as you feel you might just shatter if you do. He bravely looks in your eyes and it's almost like you can hear both your hearts breaking at once.

"I'm really sorry too Steve..." it comes out dry and raspy and shaky and not at all what you were intending. You feel a tear escape down your cheek as you quickly brush it off. You try to take a breath and push down the heavy sob that is rising in your throat but you fail. "Shit," you cry out in frustration, "you're gonna be ok alright? It'll be ok, but I really need to do this right now," you say, gesturing to your suture hand, "It's the last thing Steve and then you can rest. I don't want to hurt you but -"

"It's fine" he grunts, composing himself again, "keep going, I can take it."

You purse your lips together as you stare the wound, bracing yourself for another impact. You feel Steve tense under you, take a shuddering breath, grip the sides of the wall hold himself. "Y/N, let's do this" he says quickly, shoving the rolled-up cloth between his teeth.

You don't hesitate then, as the waiting was torture. You drive the needle quickly through his skin, tying neat little knots as you go. You hear Steve whimper above but you block it out, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. You tie off the first side neatly, and don't waste any time moving to the next one, and then the next one, and then the next one. By the time you're finishing up Steve has stilled, drenched in sweat and too exhausted to flinch anymore. You take a moment to admire your work - not great - before running a hand up over Steve's forehead, pushing his hair back.

"Honey it's over I'm all done,” you don’t know how you got your voice to sound so soft.

He opens his eyes wearily and releases the towel from his mouth, he watches you stand up, stretch your legs as you start washing up in the sink. He doesn't dare look down but grazes soft fingertips over the sewn skin, eyes a little bleary and jaw a little sore from it all. You don't dare look at yourself in the mirror, as if the observance might make it sink in a little too deep, make it a little too real that you just sewed up your friend on a weeknight.

After cleaning him up, Steve is trying to push himself off the edge of the bathtub to stand but you don't let him do it by himself. You tuck yourself under his arm, steadying when you feel his weight lean into you. As soon as you open the bathroom door you hear the tinkle of Eddie's chain scatter down the hallway, there's no doubt that he had his ear pressed against the door the whole time. The fresh air of the hallway nipped at your skin, only now realizing how hot the little bathroom got from the panic.

Once in your room you lay Steve down gently on the bed, exhaustion hitting him like a truck. You watch him slide back to the headboard as you pass him the glass of water and the pain killers that you're sure Nancy left out for you.

"Here, take this" it's practically a whisper.

Steve hums at you, not quite ready for words yet as he swallows it down.

"You ok for a little bit? Was just going to check on the others..." you trail off, waiting for a nod. You watch Steve slide down the bed until his head hits the pillow, eyes droopy and face sunken. You help cover him with the sheets, not resisting the urge to push his hair off his forehead again. The sounds he makes are soft, appreciative, sad. "I'll be right back, ok?" You say, backing out softly. You watch him nod on the pillow as he mumbles to you, but you can't hear what he said, and you leave him with a lamp on and the door a few inches open.

Your body feels heavy and slow as you make your way to the kitchen to check on everyone else, not daring to look back in the bathroom as you walk by it. The hallways are darkened and you don't hear much noise, and as you turn into the main rooms you see why. Robin and the kids are all passed out around on the floors and couches, you breathe a sigh of relief hoping that they've been asleep for a while. You look around and find Nancy and Eddie sitting at the kitchen table. Both cleaned up and sharing a pizza in silence. Their eyes shift to you when you enter, worry and concern both evident on their faces.

"How did it go?" Nancy breaks the silence.

"Uh, ok, fine I guess. I mean he's not bleeding anymore," you pause, your eyes shifting around the room, "he's resting now."

They both nod at you, eyes on the table.

"I - we - could hear him a bit. Sounded bad..." Eddie prods. You just nod, tears springing in your eyes and feeling your throat tighten, it felt like all your emotions were crashing against the wall of your chest. Your face couldn’t help but twist and break as you let out a sob. That was enough for Eddie to get out of his chair and wrap you in tight bear hug. "Thank you for doing that," he whispers in your ear. You screw your eyes shut for a moment, feeling your body shake from the pent-up emotions. You stay in his arms a moment longer before you pull yourself away, looking at the both of them, pulling yourself back together.

"Let's get some rest huh, are you guys, ok? Need anything?" Nancy shakes her head no as she stands up, clearing away the plates.

"Eds, looks like there's a free couch, you should take it. Nance, you can take the guest room if you want, or we could pull the mattress out here?" You offer, but she just shakes her head.

"I'm fine out here, I don't mind sharing the couch with Robin."

They both get settled as you return back to Steve. Slowly pushing the door open and tip toeing in not to wake him. He doesn't look peaceful; he looks beaten. He looks tense. But at least he's sleeping. You creep to your closet, grabbing your extra blanket before making your way over to the sofa chair you had in the corner of your room. You curl up, eyes on Steve always, watching how the lamp softly illuminates his features, his scrunched brow, and the cuts on his face appearing darker in the soft light. Your heart feels heavy looking at him, and you couldn't help but let yourself cry, just for little, at everything that happened that night before falling asleep.

Steve drifts in and out of sleep that night, body aching and wounds burning every time he turned. He remembers seeing you curled up on the chair in the room, asleep, and wanting to reach out to you but he couldn't. His limbs too heavy, too sore to lift.

The next thing you both remember is a blur. Steve, jolting up in bed with a shout, causing you to almost jump out your skin. It takes your tired brain a moment to catch up with the scene. Steve frantic and panting, wide eyed and tense, gripping on the sheets as if to keep him grounded.

"Steve? Are you ok?" you ask, gently approaching the side of the bed.

It was like that moment when a geyser was about to blow. You could see the swell in Steve's chest before it burst, a heavy sob and a flood of tears spilling over, body collapsing over his knees.

"Oh honey..." you climb into the bed with him, wrapping his slender body in your arms as best as you could, your chest to his back, cheek coming to rest on his shoulder blade, and arms encircling his waist. You feel the wracking of his body as he continues to weep.

"I'm sor- sorry" he chokes out, disrupted by sobs. You squeeze him a little tighter, kindly shushing him you press your lips into his shoulder blade and dot a few kisses along his back. You’d never done something so intimate before but it felt right to you. You both stay like that for what felt like a long time, enough to where Steve's lungs felt like they were on fire and to where no more tears could come out. Long enough to where your cheek felt sticky to his back, and your bodies melted together. It was then when he turned around into you, arms wrapping your shoulders and collapsing with you to lay on the bed. You pull him closer, pushing him into the crook of your neck, pulling his hips close to yours, one hand up in his hair. You go to gently rub his back, hoping to even out his breathing and soothe him again.

"You ok, Harrington?" you whisper next to his ear. The ghost of a smile washes over Steve's face, he loved when you called him that. He breaths out, pulling you a little tighter with small nod although he's not sure he meant it.

“Don’t stop calling me honey now, I was just starting to like it” he says, you know he was trying to be humorous, poke fun at something unspoken that was happening that night, but you honestly thought he just sounded sweet.

He hears a light laughter in your chest, he wanted to commit that sound to memory, make you do it over and over again for him, but he settled for the way he felt you smile against the top of his head, the way your heart seemed to skip a beat or two. “Sorry honey, don’t know what came over me tonight, didn’t think you’d notice it.” A half apology, half explanation from you. You realize you’d never called him any pet name before; he was always just Steve. Steve Harrington. You let the silence hang for a moment before pressing on again, “Everything ok? Talk to me.”

"Bad dream, I think. It's like I was back there again. I could...I could feel it all happen again and then I couldn't breathe," he stutters again, voice becoming wobbly. "I thought I was going to die, I thought I was going to watch them all die, and I - " he stops, feeling more sobs climb up his throat, "I was so scared, terrified, and -" another pause, another shudder "there were so many of them, I thought I would be eaten alive, I thought I would be choked out, and no one would know and I just wouldn't come back. I just - I thought about you and I, I" a choked sob jumps out, he pulls you in even tighter, voice now muffled in your shoulder "and what if you never found me down there.” The boy was broken up again, “and I don't want to leave you alone, I can't, and I don't want to be without you, I won't make it without you."

The way you're both clinging onto each other makes you feel like you’ll fall apart if you let go. Steve, the boy you’ve caught between friendship and love, telling you that he can't live without you. It made your body shake. It felt like your heart cracked open. After all, you admit you both knew before tonight, but the words made it real. Very real.

"Steve...honey, baby look at me. Look at me! You're fine, you're alive, can you feel it?” He’s a wet mess beside you, you’ve never seen him cry this much. “Just hold me honey, just hold me. I’m right here. Can you hear my heart?” He nuzzles into your chest, wishing he could dip his head beneath your ribs. “Just breath with me.”

You weren't sure if what you were saying made sense, or if it was right, but it’s all you knew how to do. You stayed like that for a long time, waiting, willing for the distress to pass. You felt Steve’s back relax and tense, the pain coming in waves, the bad memories crashing in his mind. It was after a long pause of stillness when you felt his throat tighten again, getting ready to speak.

“Thank you. Thank you for taking care of me. Don’t think I got a chance to really say that before” a soft, earnest chuckle comes out. You laugh a little too, knowing that he even though he did, the hours felt like days ago. “And I’m so sorry. For everything. You shouldn’t have to do this stuff. I shouldn’t be showing up at your door half dead and making a mess of things.”

“But that’s not what’s happening Steve, you’re not doing any of that. You show up at my door and I take care of you. That’s the deal and I’ll always do it.” It’s a simple fact at this point.

He pauses, he's learned not to argue with you when you sound like this. “Are you ok?” he asks, voice soft.

You nod before you speak. “Yes, yes” you say a little more confidently, “but I’m also scared.” He lifts his head to look at you, you see that it takes him too much effort. “You have me Steve, you won’t lose me, but I can’t lose you either, it would kill me just as much. I love you too much, it’s too -” you feel your throat tightening again, now you’re the one fighting tears, “-it’s too, oh god, it’s like overwhelming, and I knew this but I didn’t know until you were here bleeding out in front of me and it felt like life or death,” you felt yourself rambling, like you were hoping you could bury your confession in a pile of words. “Anyways, listen, it doesn’t matter right now, the point is I’m ok and you’re ok, and everyone else is too.”

The silence settles in and feels heavy, you’re both acutely aware of each other’s breathing. Steve feels like he can’t take his eyes off you. As if as soon as he does it’s over, it’s no longer real. You let your eyes fall shut, the toll of the day pulling them down. You feel Steve struggle to shift slightly in your arms, it’s only then you relax your arms to give him the space to move beneath them. It’s languid, it’s gentle, but you feel a soft kiss press to the bottom of your jaw. You feel the heat move away, and then a press against your cheek. You turn into it, tips of noses bumping, eyes shut, just feeling each other's breath for a moment. You feel the whisper hit your lips before you hear it. The smallest, gentlest “I love you too” falling from Steve’s mouth. You feel his arms come across your waist, up your back, one stopping at your hips and other coming to tangle itself in the back of your hair. You feel like there’s an electric current moving between the both you. He stops for a moment, intentional, holding you there. You blink your eyes open to find his deep brown ones staring back at you. Just for a moment, it felt like it all slipped away, the pain, the fear, the hurt. It felt normal, like two people daring each other to make a move for the first time. The moment doesn’t last long as he pulls you into him, lips melting into yours. It sets your body on fire as you take a sharp inhale. You hear a deep groan come from the back of his throat, but it sounds miles away as your head goes fuzzy, feeling his arms encasing you. You’re careful to touch him, not wanting to brush against his stitches to ruin the sweetness of this moment, so you move your hands around his shoulders, his hair, his neck, his cheek, you couldn’t decide where to settle them. Tangled up in limbs, he feels hot against you. When you both pull apart you both blink at each other in wonder, a soft smile shared between you two before Steve leans in again, delivering a soft kiss to your cheek. It sets you into a giggle, leading Steve to cock an eyebrow, “that bad you gotta at laugh at me huh?” he says, quiet and teasing. Your laugh becomes a little louder at that.

“No, of course not, that was perfect honey” and since you couldn’t resist, you hone your point with a flutter of kisses across his face, now spurring on his laughter, something that sounded so sweet after hearing all his pain. You settle down into a comfortable cuddle, Steve on his back and holding you against his chest. Both of you feeling pure bliss, Steve’s pain gone for the moment, and you let your eyes fall shut.

You almost don’t hear it at first when he whispers, “promise you’ll be here in the morning, promise you’ll wake me up?” You place another kiss on his jaw, and whisper your promise back to him. You both sleep deeply that night, the weight of sleep pulling you under.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #steve harrington fluff #stranger things headcanon #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington one shot #stranger things #stranger things one shot

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puppy-steve · 5 months

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*slams file down on the table* here, it's the party's pokemon teams.

doing it by game was easier for me since i'm more familiar with gen 1.

we're going off vibes, not stats. don't yell at me.

character type specifics will vary from game to game, sometimes they won't. it depends on what i feel when looking through the pokedex's.

tagging: @nburkhardt @simplebtromance @spectrum-spectre @corrodedcoffindisband @matchingbatbites @sugarcookiesteve @sentient-trash

we're starting with gen 1: firered/leafgreen, aka my first pokemon games. i tried to be as creative as i could with this one, but kanto's pokedex is so limited in gen 1, it was a little difficult.

*first set of pokemon are the battle teams. the rotation set is who i felt also fit the characer (will and mike don't have rotations bc i was honestly pulling blanks) *steve has an eevee/eeveelution and eddie has a haunter in every gen, that's just the way it is

alright enough babbling. if yall have any suggestions per gen, feel free to add them in the replies or tags!

Eddie - Ghost/Poison

Rotation:

murkrow • sneasel • ditto • ekans • jigglypuff • venonat

Steve - Water/Ice

Rotation:

eevee • magikarp • kingler • seadra • octillery • delibird

Robin - Fighting/Grass

Rotation:

clefairy • lickitung • meowth •psyduck •sandshrew • ditto

Nancy - Fire/Flying

Rotation:

dragonair • persian • primeape • magmar • venomoth • charizard

Jonathan - Bug/Ground

Rotation:

raichu • voltorb • weedle • oddish • graveler • pidgey

Argyle - Grass/Rock

Rotation:

dugtrio • rattata • snorlax • venusuar • oddish • ditto

Chrissy - Poison/Water

Rotation:

dratini • golduck • polywag • vaporeon • clefable • zubbat

Dustin - Bug/Grass

Rotation:

bellossom • rattata • weedle • butterfree • golbat • magnemite

Lucas - Water/Fighting

Rotation:

cloyster • cubone • omanyte • quilfish • remoraid • raticate

Max - Electric/Fire

Rotation:

flareon • moltres • pikachu • polywag • staryu • zapdos

El - Psychic/Normal

Rotation:

clefairy • growlithe • nidoran ♀️ • persian • rattata • tauros

Will - Normal/Ground

Rotatation:

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Mike - Fire/Dragon

Rotation:

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Erica - Normal/Poison

Rotation:

clefairy • ditto • eevee • lickitung • pidgey • rattata

up next: pokemon crystal

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aidaronan · 7 months

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Summoned

For @steddiemicrofic's September prompt, Charm. Word count: 548 Rated G Tags & warnings: practical magic, kas!eddie, off screen mentions of death/loss

The charm was meant to protect Steve from having his heart broken. His mother and father had been so in love before the accident, before the Holloway Curse took Jonas Harrington and left his mother so broken it pretty much took her too.

"They'll play the guitar and collect Garfield mugs. Their favorite letter will be an M, and they'll be able to draw anything."

It was a new moon when Steve stood, twelve-years-old, in his aunt's greenhouse next to his cousin Dustin, intuitively plucking herbs and flower petals, dropping them into a small wooden bowl carved from cherry wood.

"They'll tell amazing stories. And they'll have a ton of mean-looking tattoos, but they'll actually be really nice."

Standing under a blanket of stars, a black cat weaving through his legs, Steve dumped the bowl into the wind.

"And they won't think so, but they'll be so brave."

"Sounds like a pretty tall order," Dustin said.

"That's the point, Dusty. If they don't exist, then I'll never fall in love."

It was late March, fifteen years later, when Dustin and Steve buried the body of Henry Creel under the rosebushes.

It was April when Eddie arrived, eyes red and claws sharp, looking for the master he could still feel calling to him through the ether.

"I think we need to activate the phone tree, Steve!"

Steve and Dustin crouched together in the kitchen, holding the door shut with their bodies while Eddie tried to get in.

So Steve called Nancy Wheeler, his past with her painful proof that his spell against love had never worked, Nancy saved from the curse only by never loving him back. (Tommy hadn't been so lucky, leaving Steve alone and heartbroken with two adopted daughters who were thankfully safe with their aunt.)

Nancy called Joyce who called Jonathan who called Will who called Lucas and… Within a half hour, the cavalry arrived at their doorstep, subduing Eddie with ropes kissed with hawthorn oil.

In a circle of broomsticks, Eddie growling and snarling in the corner, they banished Henry Creel's soul back to hell. In that moment, Eddie stopped fighting, red eyes fading to a brown so deep it was like looking into the soul of the Earth.

It happened slowly. First it was occasional visits to check on Eddie as he became human again.

It was listening to Eddie strum his acoustic out on Claudia's porch. It was Eddie being sucked into Dustin and the gang's games of D&D, mentioning he used to DM. It was walking by the sun room one afternoon while Eddie wove together the beginning of a campaign that had Steve pausing in his steps just to listen.

When the Garfield mug showed up during a game though, Dustin started to push.

"Why does your cousin keep trying to get us alone together?" Eddie asked. "And why are your daughters helping?"

"I…" Steve stared at the tattoos snaking up Eddie's arms, at the M-for-Metallica belt buckle on his waist, at the drawings scattered over the sun room table. "They think I summoned you here. I think I might have too."

Eddie stepped closer, touching Steve's cheek with the backs of his fingers. "That's a relief."

"Is it?"

"Yes. I can finally stop pretending I didn't wish for you too."

#steddie #fanfic #mine #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficseptember

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adelacreations · 9 months

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Fusion Dance:

I think someone mentioned this on discord but how would Lord Billy react to a pocketverse Billy?

So I wrote a bit of a ficlet to go with this Tagging @neonponders and @wrecked-fuse as well XD enjoy this little blurb I vomited out!

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Sometimes, Billy wonders why he even bothers anymore. Steve Harrington has gotten along well with his children, it was important to him. But that came with getting involved with his children's antics. Both him and that boy-child of his. Sorry. Dustin.

He was getting better at remembering his name. For the sake of Lucas, who has a little crush on Steve's son. Regardless of that fact, the castle had been livelier than Billy has ever seen. Or was used to. Even with his servants bustling around. Anyways. "Steve...darling. What is that in your hands?" he asked slowly staring at the cupped hands of his lover. Steve only grinned, holding his hands out towards him, "Have a peek, Lady Bird~" His children claimed that they had found something in the courtyard and dragged Steve to go and check it out. Billy hadn't cared much, it might have been another bug or small mammal. Not...whatever this was.

It was small and...

Billy pressed his lips into a thin line, he really had no idea what he was looking at. Where was that-ah there it was, in the bottom left drawer. He didn't use it all that much anymore, his magnifying glass but it helped. Especially now, squinting as he peered through the glass. He said nothing at first, just staring at what he was seeing. "What a peculiar creature you are." Everything and everyone was small to him, he always had to be careful not to crush the many good things he had in his life with his abnormal strength. But this.

Glaring up at him was a mini version of him. Well, kind of. This one had a mullet, an opened red shirt and jeans. With a small pout on his face. It-he, well he was adorable. The poor thing was shaking though, might be through fear. Billy had that affect on people, for better or for worst.

Billy guessed that he could fit into his pocket if he put him in there. "I suppose your name is...Billy?"

"Where's my Biwwy!"

Billy raised an eyebrow at Steve who shrugged a little bit, "The little guy apparently got lost, stumbling into some weird portal or something from what he said. He's far from home."

"Clearly," Billy muttered in response, reaching out with one finger to poke at the little's cheek. "I won't hurt you." Billy wasn't going to comment on the warm feeling he felt when the miniature version of him clung to his finger, his eyes watering with tears and bottom lip puckered.

"Okay...where's my Stevie...?"

Oh. They were a pair. He and Steve looked at each other, the other mouthing 'no Stevie' to him. Huh, the poor thing really did get lost then. Steve grinned up at him, "We are a pair."

"Seems like I can never get rid of you then," Billy said with a smirk, leading over to give Steve a kiss. "We should get this one something to eat first, and maybe getting that agent of yours to help get him home." Steve scowled with a roll of his eyes, opting to bringing the little Billy to his chest, allowing him to slip inside of his coat pocket.

"Hopper isn't my agent."

"Hm."

"Billy!"

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"So that was how they found him in hanging on one of the candle holders. Sorry about that, you must have been really worried about him."

Billy paused in his reading, the quiet chomps and clattering of the plate next to him were the only other sounds in the main hall. He had to bar the kids from coming around the little Billy with their sickles. They had pouted only to relent when the little guy had yelled at them. Billy closed the book in his lap, taking up the crimson wine glass and taking a sip.

"I think your friends are here-"

"Biwwy!"

Little Billy jumped up from the saucer, waving his arms at the people following Steve. Billy raised an eyebrow at the two...well regular versions of themselves. Then again, they had the little ones already, there shouldn't be that much of a surprise.

"You're big."

Billy smirked, snapping his book shut and standing up from the couch. He grinned at the shock on both of the other Billy and Steve standing before him with a little Steve in that Steve's pocket. "9 foot 6, but who is really counting here?"

"Stevie! Cwere! He has coowkies!"

#pocketverse #pocket billy #harringrove #lord billy hargrove #billy x steve #steve x billy #harringrove au #resident evil village au #billy antis dni #billy hargrove #steve harrington #my asks #just a little something i had to fhadskjfhas #i won't lie a pocketverse Lord Billy would be funny as hell #anyways this ran away from me

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hippiegoth97 · 20 days

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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 2

Collage by me :)

Masterlist

Pt. 1

Tag List: @rafescurtainbangz @voyeurmunson @xxbimbobunnyxx @taintedcigs @mediocredreams @slowandsteddie @angel-munson @eldermayfield @munsonsbtch @babygorewhore @rattkween86 @violetpixiedust @bimbobaggins69 @purplehazed-h @morning-rituals @eddie-van-munson @msgexymunson @munsoneightysixx @impmunson @mysticalstar30 @jenniquinn @oneforthemunny @succubusmunson @ddeadly-succubus @prettyboyeddiemunson @sanctumdemunson @stalactitekilla @s6raphic @hellfirenacht @birdysaturne @ohmeg @h-ness1944 @pretendthisnameisclever @ahoyyharrington @micheledawn1975 @costellation-hunter @josephquinnsfreckles

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: Smut, swearing, smoking, teasing, fingering, choking, oral sex, unprotected sex, squirting, praise/degradation

Word Count: 6.6k

Divider by @strangergraphics

Part 2: Take My Breath Away

Saturday, March 11th, 1989

As you begin to stir from sleep after your late night with Eddie, you hear multiple voices in your room. They're overlapping each other, arguing in whispers. You think you might still be dreaming, until you hear Dustin beckon you into the new day. "Hey, lovebirds! Time to get up!" He shouts excitedly. Your eyes snap open, and you shoot up in bed. You see the entire Hellfire Club standing in front of your bed, smiling smugly at you. You don't say a word, but your mouth sits wide open. Eddie hasn't woken up just yet, groaning at the loss of you from his arms. He claws for you, before realizing you're sitting up next to him. Your gaze is facing forward, he thinks you might be having a bad dream or something. He looks at you curiously, shaking your arm to get your attention.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asks, oblivious to the others. You flick your eyes to his, nudging your head to suggest he should look up. He lifts his head and immediately starts turning red as a tomato. His eyes go wide, and he tries to form words. Maybe to yell at them to get out, call them out for being perverts, something. But his efforts bear no fruit.

"So...it sounds like you two had fun last night." Lucas says, wagging his eyebrows. The others giggle like the children they are.

"Yeah, you weren't exactly discreet. All we could hear was 'oh, Eddie!' and 'oh, Y/N!'. You guys sure do make a lot of noise." James teases, causing everyone else to laugh. You turn to Eddie, giving him a look that says 'do you believe this shit?'. He just shrugs.

"I一 Uh...um." You fumble around in your brain to find words, but you fail just as badly as Eddie did. Your cheeks start to burn, a deep hue of crimson washing over your face. You wish you could wake up from this awful dream, or hide under the covers until they go away.

"Alright, kiddos, breakfast is ready! Time to fuel up before you一" Mom walks into the scene, her face quickly turning to anger. But it's not directed at you. She turns to the kids standing across from your bed. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Dusty, you know better than to invade your sister's privacy! Boundaries, Dusty, boundaries! As for the rest of you kids, I have half a mind to call your parents! Now, you all have exactly three seconds to apologize, get out of Y/N's room, and go eat some damn pancakes before I kick you all out on your rear ends!" She crosses her arms, her nostrils flaring. Everyone's eyes go wide, and guilt takes over their expressions.

"Sorry, Y/N. It won't happen again." Dustin says quietly, bowing his head. The others say their apologies, before leaving your room. Mom shakes her head as the kids walk past her one by one. Once they leave, she turns to you. Her expression changes instantly, and she's ecstatic to see you in bed with Eddie.

"I see you found yourself a man after all!" She says, almost jumping up and down. "How was it? Oh, I'm kidding, don't tell me." She giggles heartily. "I'm just so happy for you, sugarpuff! Now, be safe, no babies just yet! And maybe be a teensy bit quieter next time, okay? But, I love you! And when you're dressed, come have some pancakes." She leaves the room excitedly, clapping her hands together before closing the door. Now you really wish this was all a bad dream. You fall back down on the pillows, covering your face with your hands. You groan against your palms in annoyance.

"I am so sorry for that. God, she can be so embarrassing sometimes! I get it if you want to run for the hills right now. Jesus Christ, why can't I just have a normal family!" You yell, hoping Mom and Dustin hear you. But they probably don't, there's a lot of conversation going on in the kitchen. You look at Eddie, who still hasn't said a word. He's smirking at you, holding back laughter. His body is shuddering, and tears threaten to spill from his eyes. When he sees your peeved expression, he completely loses it. He cackles his ass off, his face going red as he just laughs and laughs. He clutches his stomach once it starts to hurt from laughing so much.

"Ha-" He tries to calm himself down, clearing his throat. "I'm sorry, I've just never seen your mother get angry like that. And then for her to be so giddy that you fucked me? Jesus, it's just too hilarious!" He drops into another laughing fit, and you just look at him. You want to be angry, but his guffawing is contagious. You begin to lose it too, the whole situation is pretty ridiculous. "I see where you get your fire from now!" He squeals, rolling over as he continues to laugh. You laugh even harder at his statement, smacking his chest playfully. "Ow! Play nice!" He shouts as he pokes a finger into your tit. You lay here laughing together for a while. Occasionally you calm down for a second, before sputtering into another fit. You try to focus on something else, gazing into Eddie's eyes. He does the same, and suddenly neither of you are laughing anymore. He moves in and plants a chaste kiss on your lips.

"Good morning, baby." You finally get to greet him properly.

"Morning, princess. I suppose we better get dressed, huh?" He sounds slightly disappointed.

"Yeah, we gotta get out there before Dustin eats all the pancakes." You kiss Eddie, deeper this time. You don't really want to get out of bed. And if it weren't for the campaign, Eddie wouldn't either. You toss the covers off of you, standing up to stretch yourself out. You go to your dresser, looking for some clean clothes. You change your panties, tossing the old ones into the hamper.

"Damn, what a view!" Eddie whoops as you bend over.

"You're fucking filthy sometimes, you know that?" You respond with your back turned to him, smiling to yourself.

"So are you, angel. And I can't get enough." He's digging around in the duffel bag he brought, pulling out some fresh boxers. He changes into them, putting the old ones away. You watch him with hungry eyes through the reflection of your vanity. He pulls his ripped jeans on, fastening the belt. You realize he needs his shirt, so you start pulling it over your head. "What are you doing?" He asks.

"You need your shirt, right?" You say plainly.

"I've got others. Besides, that one makes you mine, remember? Keep it, you look sexy in it." He smirks at you in the mirror, pulling an exact copy of the shirt he gave you over his head. You whine at the loss of his exposed skin, making him chuckle. "Don't worry, sweetheart. You'll see it again later tonight."

"Promise?" You ask as you put your bra on under your shirt. You locate your jeans from yesterday, pulling them up your legs. Eddie walks over to you once he's fully dressed, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He plants a kiss on your cheek.

"I promise, princess. Anything for you. I'm gonna go brush my teeth, ‘kay? I can't imagine my morning breath is very attractive." He runs back to his bag, pulling out a toothbrush and some Colgate.

You both finish getting ready, and join the others for breakfast. The kids are scarfing down their food, eager to return to the game. When breakfast is over, you and Eddie go have a smoke out front while the kiddos get in their positions for the day. You end up making out in the grass again, and Dustin has to retrieve you when you've been gone too long.

Eddie takes his seat at the head of the table, same as last night. You're about to sit in the chair beside him when he grabs your waist suddenly. He sits you down on his lap, smiling at you as his arm goes around your waist. The others at the table let out a collective ‘Ooh’, making kissy noises and wagging their tongues in the most immature way. "Alright, that's enough everyone. You've had your fun. It’s time to play the game, 'kay?" Eddie says to calm everyone's taunting chatter. He looks up at you a moment, giving you a quick kiss before continuing the campaign. Everyone ‘Aww’s at you, they find the pair of you quite adorable, despite their teasing.

You spend the entirety of the day on Eddie's lap, watching him closely as he leads the campaign. You worry that your position makes it difficult for him to perform effectively. But any time you try to move off of him, he holds you firmly in place. After the first four hours of the day, everyone takes a break and you and Eddie go outside for a smoke. "How are your wounds doing? You should probably change the bandages when we go back in." Eddie says as he pulls out his cigarettes. He's leaning against the house, and you stand closely in front of him.

"They don't hurt as much today. I'll look them over in a bit." You reply, taking a cig from the pack while reaching in his jeans pocket to retrieve the lighter. Your hand brushes against his dick, and his breath hitches. You smirk at him as you light up. "What's wrong, darling?" You question innocently.

"Don't play dumb with me, Y/N. You know exactly what you're doing." He says with a grin, snatching the lighter from you. He ignites his own cigarette, inhaling deeply. He puts the pack and lighter back in his pockets. Then he grabs you by your waist, pulling your body against his. Eddie gazes into your eyes, lust swimming in his pupils. He breathes out, smoke flowing from his mouth in swirling clouds. He moves his head through the smoke to kiss you hungrily, causing you to moan.

You pull away from the kiss, knowing you'll lose track of time again if you let him keep touching you. He looks at you with confusion, almost whining at the loss of your lips on his. "Sorry. I don't want to hold everyone up, Eds. But we'll have our time tonight." You reassure him, placing your hand on his arm as you take another drag.

"I'll be sure to hold you that, dollface." He says darkly.

You look up at him through your eyelashes, exhaling the smoke in rings. "You can hold me to anything you want, Munson." You tease him, running your hand over the front of his jeans. He gasps, grabbing your wrist.

"Keep playing with fire, princess. You'll pay the price later." He bites your neck, and you moan loudly. He lets you out of his grip, and continues smoking. You lean next to him, putting your head on his shoulder. His head lays over yours, and you finish your cigarettes in silence. The only thoughts inside your heads are of what you plan to do to each other later. You flick your spent butts away once they burn down to nothing, and turn to each other for a moment. You're both smiling widely, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes.

Eddie kisses you one last time, slyly pinching your ass. You yelp, smacking his chest. He breaks away, chuckling. "Sorry, babe. I just can't help myself around you. I'll round up the rugrats, and you need to take care of your injuries, 'kay?" He says kindly.

You roll your eyes at him getting on you about changing some silly bandages. "Yeah, yeah. I'll meet you back at the table. Save me a seat?" You turn away to go inside.

"Best seat in the house, princess!" He calls after you, making you laugh. You slowly realize you're definitely falling hard for him. You've never felt this way about anyone before. When you're with Eddie, everything feels right.

You make your way through the house to the bathroom. Dustin almost bumps into you as he wrestles one of the twins over taking the last pop tart. "Play nice, boys." You say as you walk past. Dustin glares at you, flipping the bird. "You better cut that out, or I'll tell mom." You smirk at him as his eyes widen in fear. "That's what I thought. So, cool it." You reach the bathroom, but you don't bother to close the door since you're just changing bandages. You begin to peel the old ones off, hissing as the pulling stings your skin.

"Want some help, sweetheart?" You jump as you hear Eddie behind you. You turn to see him leaning in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. He smiles at you. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Sit down, let me help." He gestures at the bathtub, and you sit on the edge of it. He opens your medicine cabinet, locating everything he'll need. "Do you have washcloths somewhere?" He asks as he sets the supplies on the counter.

"Linen closet, just outside the bathroom." You point in the direction of the closet.

"Thanks." He leaves the room for a moment, returning with the cloth. He turns on the sink, letting warm water run over the fabric. He turns it off, and kneels before you. He gently pulls off your old bandages, making you wince. "I know, baby, just relax." He says, attempting to comfort you. You do your best to stay still until all your wounds are exposed. He carefully inspects them. "They're not infected, so that's good. How bad does it hurt? Scale of one to ten?" He looks into your eyes, more serious than you've ever seen him before.

"You playing doctor now, Eds?" You giggle. He's so concerned about your wellbeing, it's a very handsome look on him. He raises an eyebrow at you, clearly not very amused. "Sorry, you're just very cute right now. But they don't hurt that bad, maybe a two?" His expression softens, and he kisses your forehead.

"Okay, good. Let's get these cleaned and covered so we can get back. I'm worried the kids are gonna kill each other out of boredom soon." You both chuckle at that, and he gently wipes your left palm with the cloth. You flinch again, but he's patient with you. He firms his grip on your wrist to keep you from squirming, and you do your best to ignore how the fabric feels against your scraped skin. He moves on to your other hand, and then your knees. He puts the cloth in the hamper next to the sink, and brings over some disinfectant. He uses q-tips to apply it to your skin, and it bubbles up to kill the germs.

"Ow! Fuck, I hate this stuff." You say as the liquid stings like a motherfucker.

"I know, sweetheart. We're almost done." He takes some tissue to wipe away the excess disinfectant. Then, he puts some ointment on everything before placing fresh bandages down. Once you're covered, he plants kisses on your palms and knees. "There. All better." He says while stroking your thighs with his large hands. You can't help but moan at his touch, everything he does has an impossibly strong effect on you. "Gettin’ needy for me already?" He chuckles as he leans in for a kiss.

You meet him halfway, kissing him like you haven't seen him in months. Your hands lose themselves in his frizzy locks, massaging his scalp with your fingers. He groans, hands going to your back to pull you closer. You move off the tub, pushing him over. You straddle Eddie's lap, your legs wrapping around his waist. He's sitting upright with you, groping your tits over the shirt he gave you as your mouths continue to move against each other. You can't get enough of Eddie, it's like you're addicted. No matter how much restraint either of you try to show, you end up swapping spit the second you're alone.

Your noises manage to get the attention of Erica, and she startles the both of you when she shouts to snap you out of your lustful trance. "Hey, perverts! Can you stop smacking lips for five seconds and come play? I didn't postpone a sleepover with Tina to watch you two being gross!"

"We'll be right there, Lady Applejack. Just give us a minute, hm?" Eddie says between kisses, waving Erica away.

She sighs loudly, rolling her eyes. "You could at least close the door next time." She makes a gagging noise before leaving to take her place at the table. You hear laughing from the others, clearly you've been ratted out. You can't help but giggle against Eddie's lips.

"Okay, okay. We've made them wait long enough, Y/N." He pushes you away gently, and you whine at the loss. You pout your lips at him, giving him puppy eyes. "You make it so hard to say no to you, baby. But you have to be patient. Good things come to those who wait. That's the saying, right?" He looks at you with a dark lust in his eyes, emphasizing certain words to make you weak in the knees. You just nod, entranced by him. "Good girl. C’mon." He pats your thighs as a signal for you to get up, and you do as he asks with a long sigh. He stands up after you, leading you to the table.

"Thank God! I thought you two would be sucking face all damn day." Dustin says with a chuckle at your expense. The rest of the table erupts with laughter, and you can't help blushing. You feel bad for holding everyone up, but you can barely hold yourself together around Eddie.

"Back off, Henderson. You'll understand the ways of romance someday." Eddie says, clapping a hand on Dustin's shoulder on his way over to his seat. You follow behind him, flicking Dustin's ear.

"Ow! What the hell?" Dustin shouts, and you just fix him with a death-stare. He flips you off, which you return.

"Cut it out, Y/N. You're a grown woman, so act like it." Eddie says while smirking at you. Your eyes widen at him chiding you, but his expression stays the same.

"Ooooooooh!" The others say in unison at Eddie calling you out.

"Shut up!" He yells, and everyone goes quiet. He motions for you to come sit on his lap again, and you take your place. "Mm, that's my girl. Try to relax, 'kay?" He says lowly in your ear, you can't help the chill running over your spine. "Be a good girl for me, I'll make it worth your while." He kisses your neck gently, and your eyes flutter shut for a moment. Eddie turns his attention to the game, setting the scene. You watch him closely, admiring how passionate he is.

The hours tick past, the players falling one by one to a formidable enemy. Eddie seems to be a pretty ruthless dungeon master, setting the game up to be as difficult as possible. There's many arguments, calls for a re-roll, and angry outbursts. You realize this game can get intense sometimes, and Eddie has a habit of shouting. It startles you, but he rubs your thigh with his hand to keep you calm. He glances over at you occasionally, flashing you a smile. You'll smile back, batting your eyes at him. Eddie pinches your waist as an acknowledgement of your desire. This whole time, you've been trying to focus on the game. But you can't help your mind wandering to filthy places as you observe him.

Your brain swirls with images of how you want him to fuck you. You see flashes of his fingers pumping inside you, his mouth sucking in your clit, his cock disappearing into your soaked pussy. You imagine things he hasn't even done to you yet. He's got you on all fours in his van, fucking you from behind. His ringed hand is wrapped around your throat, squeezing firmly. Your head feels light as he pounds into you. He calls you filthy names, and tells you how much of a good girl you are. Every passing thought makes you wet, and you squeeze your thighs together. You're just about to imagine cumming hard on his cock when一

"Y/N? Hello, you in there?" Eddie says, snapping his fingers in front of your eyes. It startles you, smashing the fantasy away like a mirror. "The game's over for the day, princess. Were you daydreaming?" He asks, grinning at you. You feel your cheeks burn as you blush wildly, his smile growing larger. "What were you thinking about?" You look around to see the others leaving the table for the night. You hope you didn't appear too freakish while zoning out. A couple of them raid the kitchen for more snacks, while the rest go into Dustin's room to do something else like reading comic books.

"Nothing, Eddie." You shake your head at him, but he presses on.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N. It must have been pretty important if it distracted you from the game for so long. So, out with it. Where'd you go?" He says quietly, stroking your arm with the back of his hand. His expression is gentle, but curious. You hope you haven’t offended him, making him think you got bored of the game when it’s quite the opposite.

"I was...thinking about you." You look down at your hands, you feel so silly. You can't even make it a few hours without thinking about Eddie in such dirty ways. You're like a horny teenager.

"Oh, really?" He smiles wide at you, chuckling. "What about me?" The expression on his face tells you he already knows the answer, but he wants to hear you say it.

"You know what." You sigh, your head falling back in annoyance. You don't want to say it, the whole thing is so embarrassing.

"Is someone getting shy now? You don't have to be ashamed, sweetheart. I am devastatingly handsome, after all." He jokes, making you laugh. "There's a smile on that pretty face. C’mere." He brings his hand up to your cheek, moving it behind your neck to pull you close. He kisses you, giving you butterflies. He hums into the kiss, and you clumsily straddle him in the chair. Your movements send it tipping backwards, and Eddie grunts as he meets the carpet with you on top of him.

"Shit! Sorry, are you okay?" You break away, checking to make sure he's alright.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it." He pulls you back down to him, smashing his lips to yours. He grabs your ass hungrily, making you moan down his throat. His tongue battles with yours, fighting to dominate you. Your hands wander under his shirt, scratching your nails on his chest. Eddie groans, smacking your ass.

"Jesus Christ, not this again!" Dustin shouts, covering his eyes. You both freeze, looking over to see the kids staring at you again.

Eddie clears his throat. "Something we can help you with, children?" He asks, trying to act natural. You're still on top of him, unable to move.

"We heard something fall over, so, naturally we came to investigate. And what do we find but two horndogs in the living room!" Dustin shakes his head, tsk-ing at you. "You guys could at least try to sneak around. You know, for our sake. Our young, impressionable eyes can only take so much." He says smugly. He may be playing around, but he's right. You've been careless, and you have your own room for this kind of thing. And you're not a teenager anymore, you're an adult.

"You may be acting like an ass about it, Dusty. But you're right. Boundaries work both ways, so we'll take this outside to the van." You peer down at Eddie. "Sound good, baby?" You ask, begging him with your eyes for the two of you to get out of here ASAP.

"Fair enough, sweetheart." He says while gazing up at you calmly. You lift yourself off of him, helping him stand up. You shoo the kids out of your way, pulling Eddie by the hand to the front door. Five pairs of eyes follow the both of you as you exit the house and pull the door closed. You walk to the van, ready to pull open the back doors when Eddie grabs you by the waist. He whips you around to face him, slamming you into the van. His lips crush yours, capturing them in a bruising kiss.

"What's gotten into you, Eds?" You ask, out of breath. His eyes pierce yours, smirking as he burns inside with lust.

"You're not the only one thinking dirty thoughts, Y/N. I wanted nothing more than to say 'fuck it' to the campaign, toss everything off the table, and fuck you senseless on it. I kept picturing you laying there, and I'd bury my face in your tits, or your pussy. And I'd make you moan and scream, and cum for me over and over. I'm surprised you didn't notice how hard I was under the table." He takes your hand, guiding it to grope his crotch. He's very hard, and you can't help feeling a little sorry for him. He'd managed to stay focused on the game while constantly thinking about pleasing you. The thought of this makes you even more wet.

You grip Eddie's cock even tighter, making him groan. You give him a devilish look, taking advantage of the situation he's put you in. "How about we both stop fantasizing and actually do something about it?" He stares at you, enamored by your boldness. He reaches behind you to open the doors to the van. You stand off to the side, climbing in as soon as he opens the door wide enough for you to slide through. He crawls in behind you, slamming the door shut. He's on you immediately, pinning you on the loose blankets he has strewn about.

"Jesus, you're needy." You quip as he stares into your eyes intensely. He licks his lips, and lowers his head to bite down on your neck. "Shit." You mutter, squirming beneath him. Eddie's hand holds yours in place above your head as he leaves dark marks all over your throat. His knee goes between your thighs, rubbing against your clothed heat. Your back arches off the floor, and you gasp loudly. His free hand gropes your tits, squeezing the flesh roughly. You're completely at his mercy, and he's relentlessly doing everything in his power to drive you wild.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N." He purrs between kisses on your neck. His knee moves slightly faster against you.

"I want you to ruin me, Eds. Claim me as yours, please." You whimper.

"Care to be more specific? I'll do anything you ask." He meets your gaze again, caressing your cheek. He wants to fuck you until you can't stand up straight, but he wants you to beg for it. He loves hearing your pleas.

"I want your fingers inside me. Please?" You hate how needy you sound, but you have to feel him now.

"Your wish is my command, princess." He lets you out of his grip. "Take your pants off for me." You do as he says, tossing them and your panties away haphazardly. You lay down, spreading your legs for him. He glances at your pussy, finding it glistening with arousal that’s dripping onto the blankets. "God, you're already soaked for me." His breath hitches. He lowers his hand to where you want him most, stroking through your slick folds.

"Oh, God. More, please." You gasp, your eyes rolling back in your head. He rubs your clit in long circles, taking his time to tease you. You moan helplessly, struggling not to squirm. He finally inserts a finger inside your cunt, and your back arches again. "Fuck, put in another one." You cry out, and he does as you ask. He fingers you at a steady pace, hitting your g-spot expertly. A stream of moans and curses flows from your mouth, and you feel an orgasm slowly brewing inside you. He picks up speed, sliding in and out of you rapidly.

"Tell me what else you want, angel." Eddie says, cool and collected. His erection rages on inside his pants, but his priority right now is making you feel good. You try to piece together thoughts of what you want him to do next, but they're being scrambled inside your head by overwhelming pleasure.

"Use your tongue on me. You're so good at that." You pant out, mentally cheering at getting the words out. His fingers leave you, and you whine at the loss. But you're moaning again momentarily as his mouth latches onto your clit. Your hands tangle in Eddie's hair, holding him as close as you can to your pussy without suffocating him. "Oh, fuck. Eddie, that feels so good. Keep going." He goes faster, swirling his tongue around your clit, thrusting into your cunt on occasion. Your orgasm is bubbling up, closer and closer to boiling over.

“Mm.” He moans into you as you tug on his hair, sending vibrations through you. You moan out again, wanting so badly for your bliss to spill over you.

"I'm so close, don't stop! I'll be such a good girl for you! Please, make me cum!" You cry out, uncontrollably cursing, moaning, calling his name. Your words and sounds egg him on, he goes harder and faster against you. His tongue and lips work overtime to make you come undone. He finishes you off by sucking your clit harshly, and you're washed over in a sheen of sweat as your orgasm explodes like a volcano. "Oh, fuck! Eddie!" You scream as you cum all over his face. Your legs tremble, and your hips want to flail. Eddie holds you in place as your high rushes through you. He swallows as much of your juices as he can, licking up every last drop. You let him go, looking up at his glistening face. He's smiling like a kid on Christmas, your arousal dripping from his chin. "Looks like you had a splash." You joke as he wipes his face with his sleeve.

"God, that was so fucking hot. I could make you do that all day and never get tired of it." He grins at you, leaning down to kiss you passionately. You moan as you taste yourself on his lips. He slips his tongue in your mouth, quickly dominating your own. You go on like this for what feels like forever, both of you exploring each other with your hands. He breaks away when you eventually need air. "But I'm guessing you have other ideas in mind, Y/N. Not to mention, I'm desperate to fuck you into next week."

"So am I. Can we try something different, though?" You ask, playfully tracing a finger on Eddie's chest. You gaze at him from under your lashes, batting them seductively.

"We can do whatever you want, babydoll. What did you have in mind?" He replies, anxious to know what you’re after.

"I want you to fuck me from behind, Eddie." You admit. Your mouth stays open, prepared to say something else. But you decide against it, thinking he won't go for it.

"What else, sweetheart? I guarantee you won't scare me away." He cups your cheek, to make you feel comfortable and safe.

"I...I want you to choke me." His eyes go wide, and you immediately regret asking. "I knew you wouldn't like it. Nevermind." You try to squirm away, you've killed the mood. But Eddie stops you.

"No, baby. I love it. I'm just surprised. I didn't realize you were so kinky." He smirks at you, finding your nervousness endearing. "Relax, Y/N. You don't ever need to be embarrassed with me about anything. Especially not when it comes to sex." He sits up a moment, making quick work of removing his clothes. You discard your shirt and bra, and you get onto your hands and knees for him. You feel him come up behind you, and he strokes your soaked folds with the tip of his dick.

"Fuck, Eddie. Please don't tease me. I need you." You whine at him, pushing yourself backwards to meet him. He chuckles darkly.

"Patience, princess. You have a real problem with waiting." He gives your ass a rough slap, causing you to yelp. It stings, and turns you on even more. "You like that, baby? Should I do it again?" He asks, continuing to tease your entrance.

"Yes, please." You turn your head to look at him as best you can, seeing him raise his hand. He brings it down to your other ass cheek, making eye contact with you. You moan loudly this time, and his smile gets wider.

"And they call me a freak." He says, gently caressing your behind to soothe the stinging marks he's made on you. "Do you want more? Or should we get to the good part?"

"Maybe another time, I need you in me right now." You hate sounding so needy, it only feeds his already inflated ego. But everything Eddie does to you feels like nothing you've experienced before. You want him to rail you, you can't take it anymore.

"Whatever you say, Y/N." He says as he carefully pushes his length into you. Low moans escape your mouths. You grip the blankets beneath you, bracing for him to pick up his pace. He pulls out with just as much caution, taking in how your velvet walls hug his cock perfectly. He slams into you on his second stroke, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

"Fuck, keep doing that." You gasp, the oxygen in the van seemingly growing thinner. He repeats this action a few more times…slowly pull out…and then slam back in. Each time rips a moan from your throat, his tip hitting your g-spot with precision.

"Shit, you're so wet and tight for me." Eddie hisses as he pulls out once more. He lays his torso over yours, reaching a hand up to your neck. He wraps his ringed fingers around your throat, cutting off your air supply. He rams his dick into you again, and begins thrusting rapidly. You choke out a moan, your skin going ablaze once more. Waves of pleasure quickly wash over you, building higher and higher as Eddie's thrusts push you closer to the edge. Your head feels light from his grip on you, and you're already seeing stars. "You like it when I choke you, slut?" He asks, his brows furrowed as he continues to fuck you. He loosens his hold on your throat for a moment so you can respond.

"Yes! God, yes!" You cry out. "Don’t stop, Eds." He tightens his hold again once you get the words out. You begin meeting his thrusts by backing into him. He groans as you do so, the sound making your pussy even more slick for him. Your juices involuntarily leak around him as your pleasure builds, dripping onto the blankets beneath you. Garbled noises leave your throat as Eddie continues to choke you. Everything feels so good, you feel like you're floating on cloud nine.

"Such a good little slut for me. Your pussy feels so good, I'm not gonna last much longer." He's almost babbling as he praises you, your arousal flowing around him makes everything feel better than anything he's ever experienced before. He can't believe how lucky he is to have found a woman like you. He pounds into you even harder, and you push back just as harshly. He lets go of your throat to grip your shoulders. You're chasing each other's highs, desperate to cum at the same time. Both of your moans fill the van, canceling out any outside noise you might've been hearing before. Your walls begin to flutter around him, your rhythm persisting as you mentally beg for your release. Eddie reaches down to rub your clit in rapid circles. Waves crash over you harder and harder, you're so fucking close you almost can't stand it. "Cum with me, Y/N." He almost growls in your ear as he pinches your clit.

"Eddie!" You scream, feeling the largest wave of them all crash into you, taking you under. His hand quickly wraps around your throat again, squeezing tightly. He pumps into you wildly, your walls clenching down onto him. Sticky juices spurt from your hole, making a huge mess beneath you.

"Fuck, baby…" He grunts as his load empties into you, struggling to hold you in place as your orgasms rock through you. Your legs tremble, and he feels your cum soak his cock and explode out of you. It makes you both slippery, he almost loses his grip. His hips buck into you compulsively, and he chokes out a few more moans. His senseless thrusts keep your orgasm going, and your body feels white hot, like you might burst into smithereens. He pulls out of you and tumbles backwards as his high subsides, more fluids splashing out of your cunt.

You fall forwards on your stomach, breathing heavily. You feel dizzy, like the world around you has dissolved entirely. You lay here for a moment, your thighs twitching uncontrollably as your clit still sparks from your orgasm. You feel so spent, wanting to pass out just like this.

"You alive over there?" Eddie asks, his words echoing in your ears. You hear him flicking his lighter, and then you smell smoke. You try to return to reality, sitting up and turning to face him. He's leaning against the doors of the van, smoking with his eyes closed. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and his cock glistens with your cum. His hair has matted around his face, and he's soaked in sweat. He's just as exhausted as you are, maybe even more so. You crawl over to him, reaching for his pack of cigarettes. You put one in your mouth, looking around for the lighter. You hear it flick again, and look to see Eddie holding it ready for you. His eyes are still shut as he attempts to calm himself after that mind-blowing experience.

"I'm great. How are you doing?" You finally speak, leaning in to light your cig. You breathe in deeply to steady your heart rate. You lay your head on Eddie's shoulder, and he plants a kiss on the top of your head.

"I'm fan-fuckin’-tastic, princess." He says, attempting to sound put together. But his panting blows the image away. He opens his eyes a moment, quickly taking notice of the massive wet spot on the blankets. "Shit, now I gotta do laundry." He chuckles, nudging you to look at the mess you’ve made.

You sheepishly glance at it, blushing like mad. "Sorry. You just have a really strong effect on me." You reply quietly. "I can wash them inside for you if you like. Mom won't mind. They could probably use a wash despite the mess anyways." You playfully elbow him in the ribs.

"Ouch! Play nice." He flicks your shoulder in retaliation.

"Make me." You say, giving him a sly smile.

"Maybe I will if you aren't careful." He replies, returning to his smoking.

To be continued…

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"Spring Break '86" {Eddie Munson/Reader}

Part 2 is here!

Yeah, I did it. I started a series about Eddie Munson.

This one should go really well because I actually have an outline/timeline to go by. [Stranger Things Season 4, Part 1. Maybe going into Part 2?]

Basically, you are Dustin Henderson's older sister, with a secret "history" with Eddie Munson. And that history is slowly being uncovered when you come home from college for spring break, and find that Eddie is best buds with your little brother.

You get caught into the events of S4, and the truth becomes more and more clear.

I have a full, thought-out plot and story with this, regardless of how S4 ends. Meaning if Eddie dies. But Eddie will NOT DIE. NO. HE WON'T. I LOVE HIM AND WON'T LET IT HAPPEN.

I have a tag list, but it's for Rafael Barba fans so I will not include them here. If you would like to be added to a tag list for this story, please let me know!

I hope you guys like it!

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“Ughh where are you, you little worm…”

You grumbled under your breath as you stomped out of the still cheering gymnasium of Hawkins Highschool. You had just driven back home to Hawkins Indiana from Chicago, and you weren’t in the best mood.

It was the Spring Break of your freshman year at college, and rather than head to the coast with your new college gal pals, you had stupidly opted to come back home for the week instead. Truth be told you weren’t exactly the “beach babe” type, and you would never admit it but you missed your mom, Mews, and your little brother Dustin.

However, at this exact moment you were in fact not missing him in the least. Here you had driven all night to surprise him at his best friend’s basketball game, and he wasn’t there. How could he not be there? This was the very first time in any history you knew that Hawkins had made it to a tournament, and you knew for a fact that one of Dustin’s best friends Lucas Sinclair was on the team. How could Dustin and his little “party” not be there cheering him on?

Before you reached your car in the parking lot, you heard cheering come from inside the school. Which was odd, because you were pretty sure anybody who was supposed to be there was in the gymnasium. Then a thought occurred to you:

Your brother wasn’t exactly the “normal” high schooler, like his friend Lucas. No star athlete, not really Mr. Popular. He liked really weird things like sci-fi and nerd stuff, Star Wars, shit like that. But the one thing he loved above it all was his stupid Dungeons and Dragons group he had, which included his only friends. Obviously.

If you were being absolutely honest with yourself, the whole “Satanic Panic” about D&D had started running rampant through your school newspapers, and you’d never admit it but it actually started to freak you out. As far as you knew, those games were harmless. Stupid, but harmless.

But whether or not it was true, you knew your small town was easily poisoned. Some whiff of any kind of controversy, a threat, a rumor, could roll into that town and the people would be burning people at the stake by the end of the day. You couldn’t let them try to “save” your brother from the “devil’s game’.

All of these thoughts ran through your head long enough to stall you from walking into the school before a group of teens came bursting out in cheers and joyous chants. Among them was your little brother, who stopped dead when he saw you standing there in the parking lot.

“....Y/N? What are you doing here?” Dustin asked warily, totally confused on why you would be in his High School parking lot at 10 o'clock at night.

“Jesus Dusty,” You let out a soft laugh of disbelief. “I drove all the way down here to surprise you and all–”

You were just starting to chastise your brother when the last person you ever expected to see came strolling out of the dark school halls.

Eddie Munson.

Your nose scrunched as you watched him saunter over to your brother giving him and the others high fives. He quickly stopped and changed his demeanor once he saw you standing behind the group.

“Henderson, you didn’t tell me your mom was such a babe,” Eddie eyed you up and down devilishly.

“Shut up,” You narrowed your eyes on the long-haired man.

“Dude that’s my sister, not my–” Dustin started to explain to Eddie who you were.

“He knows who I am, Dust,” you cut him off, still glaring at Eddie.

“What?” Dustin blinked in confusion. “Why? How is that–”

“Didn’t expect to see you hare, princess,” Eddie smirked back at your daggered eyes, while Dustin and his friends looked between the two of you in shock.

“Come to cheer on your good ol’ alma mater, cheer captain?” he teased.

“You sure are cocky for a grown man hanging out with children at night, Munson,” You didn’t bat an eye at his insult as you retorted with your own.

“Damn,” you heard some girl you’d never seen before laugh under her breath at your line.

“Hey, Eddie’s my friend Y/N,” Dustin defended him. “We’re in school together,”

“Excuse me?” You laughed harder as you stared at Eddie with amusement. “Eddie, you still haven’t graduated?”

“Shut up,” Eddie said in a low, guttural voice.

“What are you, collecting a punch card?” you went on taunting him.

“Shut, your mouth,” you could see Eddie clenching his fists as you continued to laugh.

“One more senior year and they give you a plaque for ‘biggest moron ever’?” you lost yourself in giggles at the last statement, imagining it.

“SHUT UP!!!!!!” Eddie bellowed in the parking lot, making everyone jump back a foot and a half. None of the kids had ever seen Eddie mad before. Annoyed, sure. Aggravated by the “sheeples” at school, all the time. But this was different. This was rage.

“What the fuck, Y/N?!” Dustin yelled at you angrily, as you looked back at him with an innocent confusion.

“Henderson I have never hit a girl in my life, and I really would like to keep it that way,” Eddie grunted through gritted teeth.

“Yeah don’t worry, I’ll hit her for you,” Dustin said without thinking.

“Dustin!” you gasped.

“No, you won’t either!” Eddie suddenly raised his voice at the boy, making both of you look back at him in stunned confusion.

“What?” Dustin looked between the two of you suspiciously. “...What is happening here?”

“Dustin, get your friends in the car. I’ll take them home,” you quickly changed the subject.

“But Eddie was–” Dustin protested.

“Nah man, forget it,” Eddie waved him off. “I’ve got a date anyway,”

“Sure you do,” you laughed under your breath as you helped the girl you’d never seen before into the backseat of your Mustang.

Once the kids were squished into your car, you closed the door enough so they couldn’t hear you and Eddie’s conversation.

“Seriously Eddie,” You said in a low but concerned tone.

“Seriously Y/N, you need to leave. Before I do something I regret,”

“You’d never hit me,” You looked at him with the smallest of a sad smile. He looked down at the ground, confirming the statement.

“Okay but seriously, what is this?” you shook off the sentiment crawling out of you.

“What is what?” Eddie asked you in annoyance.

“This,” you gestured between the kids in the car and him. “Why are you hanging out with my little brother? Why are you even still here?!”

“You said it yourself, I’m waiting for my official ‘dumbass’ plaque,” He half laughed sadly, playing with the rings on his fingers while still staring at the pavement.

“Eddie,” your voice softened. “You know I didn’t–”

“No, I actually think you did, Y/N,” Eddie started walking away backwards from your car.

“Eddie come on, I–” you tried to walk after him.

“Just, fuck off and leave me alone, okay?” Eddie yelled back angrily, throwing both of his middle fingers up at you while he faded away into the distance of the parking lot.

You waited several seconds before giving up on him coming back and got into the driver’s seat, starting the car and driving out of the parking lot.

“What the fuck was that, Y/N?” Dustin immediately started berating you again. “Why did you have to be such a bitch to him? How do you even know him?!”

“Not now, Dustin,” You warned him as you drove towards Mike Wheeler’s house.

His friends looked up to the sky, praying to be thrown from the car rather than sit in the car for this awkward sibling fight.

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After dropping off his friends, Dustin started his interrogation on you.

“Alright now you wanna explain to me why you were such a bitch to my friend, Y/N?” he snapped.

“Dusty!” You gasped. “Jesus, language. And you do NOT call women bitches, especially your loving sister,”

“Sorry,” he huffed reluctantly. “It’s just, Eddie–”

“Dustin, Eddie’s a big boy. I’m sure his hurt feelings will–”

“No, don't do that,” Dustin interjected. “Don’t start acting all high and mighty just because you came home from a fancy college, and Eddie–”

“I know Eddie Munson a hell of a lot more than you Dustin, I think I know what he can and cannot handle,”

“How is that possible?!” Dusty threw his hands up at the conspiracy.

“Just— just leave it alone, Dusty, okay? I’m sorry I bitched out your friend,” You sighed, unwilling to get into the ‘history’ of you and Eddie Munson in that exact moment.

“For NO reason,” he added.

“...For no reason,” You rolled your eyes.

“Now tell him that,” He crossed his arms with a smile as you pulled onto your street.

“What, now?” you gave him a look.

“Yes, NOW,” he nodded forcefully.

“He’s on a date,” you protested innocently.

“You and I both know he’s full of shit,” Dustin rolled his eyes. “He’s just gonna go home, and–”

“And get stoned, and feel sorry for himself all night,” you finished his thought.

“Wha—?” Dustin’s eyes widened at the accuracy of your statement. “I mean, I wouldn’t put it that way but, yeah…”

“Alright fine, fine,” you pulled into your driveway as you spoke. “You go inside, and I’ll go talk to Eddie,”

“You’ll APOLOGIZE to Eddie,” he clarified.

“Fine I will apologize to Eddie,” you begrudgingly replied.

“Okay, he lives–” Dustin started.

“I know where he lives, Dustin,” you shook your head.

“Wha– seriously?!” Dustin continued to be thrown by your words.

“WHEN did you have time to get all this intel on Eddie? When have you EVER hung out with him?”

“In case you haven’t noticed Dustin, you’ve been pretty preoccupied by your own friends these last few years,” you reminded him. “I can’t remember the last time we actually had one of our “Dustbusters,”

You saw him sadly smile at the mention of your “sibling dates” you two would have when you were younger. You weren’t terribly older than him so when you were kids you were kind of inseparable. But then puberty hit, and you both gravitated towards other things and people. The truth was you really had no idea what had gone on with him in the last few years.

You knew he had a friend that got abducted, or went missing, or something of the matter. It had really shaken him to his core. And after that, he grew more and more isolated from you and your mom, and closer to his “party”. A “party” that apparently included Eddie Munson of all people.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Dustin rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about what had really gone on in his life in the past three years. Things you would never even dream of. Things he would never dream of telling you. You and your mom worried enough about him.

“Just…go easy on him, please?” he asked you earnestly. “I know you think he’s a moron, but–”

“I know he’s not a moron, Dustin,” you assured him.

“Then what was the–”

“Too long of a story, Dusty. Just go inside, I promise I’ll be nice to Eddie,”

“Alright fine,” he grumbled as he shut the door. The window was still down, so he stuck his head in once more.

“Hey, sis?”

“Yeah, Dusty?” you asked in growing annoyance.

“...Thanks for coming home this week,” He smiled at you. “I missed you,”

“Oh you little—” your annoyance melted away as you jumped out of the driver’s seat and ran over to where he was standing beside the car, throwing your arms around him. This was all you had wanted to do since you left Chicago.

“I missed you too, you doof,” You ruffled his hair and placed an over exaggerated sloppy kiss to his forehead.

“Gross,” Dustin pulled away from you, making a huge display of disgust as he ran back inside and you got back into your car with an amused laugh.

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It took a little longer than you expected to make it to the trailer park. You hadn’t been out there in such a long time, you didn’t remember how to get there as well as you thought. After a few U-Turns and cursing, you finally found the field of glowing trailers.

You drove down a row or two, looking for Eddie’s car. It wasn’t long before you saw it parked in front of a trailer almost off by itself in the park. You turned off your lights and edged slowly towards the trailer, parking on the other side of it where no windows could see you. If you were going to do this, you’d need a minute to prepare.

Okay, apologize. Apologize to Eddie Munson. For what? A hell of a lot more than you promised Dustin, that’s for sure. You were actually kind of surprised he didn’t even have the slightest memory of you two ever hanging out.

Well, Eddie looked really different when the two of you were in junior high. That was for damn sure. The cute little cow-licked boy with the coke bottle glasses was a far cry from the hairy, volatile beast he was now.

You got out of your car, still unsure of what to say. You were going over so many things in your head, lost in your own thoughts and worries, you didn’t even notice the lights flickering through the windows.

“Eddie, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that stuff in front of my brother,” you spoke out loud in your best sincere voice as you were still pacing in front of the front door.

“But you haven’t exactly been the nicest to me since–”

Before you could say another word of your personal monologue, a bright light came shooting out from every window and door of the trailer as it shook violently. It surprised you so much that you fell back in awe, your eyes darting every which way. The light continued to beam through the trailer for several seconds before completely evaporating, leaving a loud THUMP in its wake coming from inside.

Then you heard the screaming.

Before you could register what was going on, a panicked Eddie who was still screaming came bolting out the front door, heading for his car. He practically tripped over your still stunned self-sitting in front of his home.

“Oof!” He tumbled to the ground, momentarily stopping his screams. He turned to see you sitting there, his eyes were wide with fear. His face was paler than your night time face cream. He didn’t know whether to jump up and run or collapse into your arms. He did the latter.

“Y/N, I didn’t do it,” He immediately began to sob as he pulled himself tightly into your arms. “I swear to God, I didn’t do it,”

“W-Wha—did what?” You were still reeling from the light show when Eddie had death gripped himself to your waist. You tried stringing together thoughts as he sobbed harder into your chest.

“I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it to her I swear to God I didn’t,” he whimpered over and over into your chest.

“Wha…Eddie, what are you on?” You furrowed your eyebrows as he quickly dropped his arms.

“What? Nothing!” Eddie suddenly became very defensive. “I am completely sober, that’s why I KNOW I didn’t do anything–”

“Bullshit,” you rolled your eyes as you peeled him off you, standing up and dusting yourself off. “You’re clearly having hallucinations,”

“Babe, I swear I’m not–” He started to protest.

“No,” you stopped him dead in his words. “NOT babe. Not your babe, not anybody’s babe,”

“....Y/N,” He momentarily rolled his eyes. “Look I swear to God, it’s real. But I don’t want you to—”

“Look?” you finished for him in a snarky tone. “Right, because there won’t be anything there, and then I’ll know you’re full of shit, and are just having a really bad K trip,”

“I am NOT tripping on anything, Y/N,” Eddie grabbed your shoulders with both of his hands. “But I— you— I can’t– if you see that girl, you’re gonna think I’m–”

“Eddie, I really can’t see thinking any less of you than I already do, so I think I’m good,” You laughed sarcastically.

“No, but–”

Before he could stop you, you were opening the front door and walking inside the trailer. And you were not prepared in the least for what greeted you.

A girl, not much younger than you, laid on the floor in front of you. Not really laying, sprawled. Her legs and arms were broken, her neck was crooked. Her eyes had been inverted inside her head.

You didn’t scream, surprisingly. You didn’t freak out, or burst into tears. You simply just stared at the girl for what seemed like forever, studying her disfigured corpse.

“...Y-Y-Y/N?” You heard Eddie’s feeble cries from outside the trailer. He sounded so much different than he had just a few hours ago.

You stepped out of the trailer slowly, almost as if in a trance. You looked at Eddie who was now shivering in fear next to his car. He looked so broken, so small. Not the Eddie Munson you were so used to, with his brazen tone and that 100-watt smile that you’d never admit in a million years you missed while looking out a rainy University window in Chicago.

“I didn’t do that to her Y/N, you have to believe me. She–” His blubbering was stifled by your hand over his mouth.

“I believe you, Eddie,” You said in a soft, calming voice.

“Y-You do?” He whimpered from under your hand, causing you to remove it.

“Yes, but we can’t stay here. There’s no way nobody didn’t hear any of that,” you warned him, looking around in every direction.

“But where are we gonna go? What are we gonna do? What am I gonna do? Chrissy, she was just here trying to–” Eddie began to unravel once more, his words falling back into heavy breaths and choked sobs.

“Eddie, get in my car,” you said very strictly.

“Your car? What about my car? I can’t–” He whined.

“Eddie,” you shook him furiously, trying to snap him out of it. “You live here. There’s a logical reason for your car to be here. Besides, if they, and they will, think you did this, they’ll be looking for your car. They won’t be looking for mine. So again, GO GET IN MY CAR, okay?”

“......O-Okay,” Eddie nodded feebishly, wiping sniffling tears into his jacket as he scurried towards your car and got in the passenger's side.

You took one last long moment thinking about Chrissy the pretzel just lying in there, bleeding all over Eddie’s carpet. There was something absolutely insane, and yet weirdly familiar about all of this.

You finally shook the feeling off of your shoulders and followed Eddie’s trail back to your car, getting in the driver’s seat and slamming the door shut. You looked over at Eddie who was continuing to shake and sob, clearly traumatized from the events of the last few minutes.

You’d never seen him like this, ever. Not at any point in however long you had known him. And you hated every second of it.

“Eddie,” you placed a hand on the back of his quivering mane, stroking it gently. You just wanted him to stop crying, for even a minute.

“Just drive,” Eddie pleaded, jerking away from your hand. He didn’t feel worthy of being comforted right now, especially not by you.

“Okay,” you shrugged unnervingly, starting the car and peeling out of the trailer park into the night.

This was certainly not how you wanted your Spring Break to start.

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The Sweetest Thing-S. HARRINGTON

Summary : Getting back to your normal life is difficult, everyone faces it in their own way. Lately you've been baking non-stop and no matter how bad you are at it, Steve Harrington will eat every single cake you make just to see you happy. However, he will be forced - literally - to tell you the truth after the umpteenth food poisoning.

Tags: None, just pure Fluff and Steve Harrington being head over hells for you

I just wanna thank @i-always-come-back-xoxo for the amazing idea!

"No! No it won't happen again. Ever. I object" Dustin shakes his head forcefully to underline his words and reaches out to push away Steve Harrington's hands while he is squeezing a dangerously ugly looking cupcake and bringing it to the mouth of the kid, in an ambush from which Dustin feels - to be completely honest - rather threatened. And no, the little purple butterfly made of sugar that you have put as a decoration doesn't improve the situation at all, which is simple and also frightening: in recent weeks, you have had a craving for making cakes and pastries that no one understands but that everyone indulges in. Like a particularly sadistic Santa Claus who enjoys giving terrible and almost poisonous gifts, you give them to your friends and any excuse is good for doing so: Jonathan's first job as a newspaper photographer, Nancy's college acceptance letter, Will's award for his painting, the compliments Lucas has received from the basketball coach and Max learning a new skate stunt or Mike's B in chemistry. Even Suzie's birthday is an occasion for you to bake a cake and you don't care if she lives far away and you don't know her at all, it's is still an excuse to give Dustin something sweet to eat since he won't be able to be with her.

Today's excuse is the Eleven's C in the grammar test, not an achievement that deserves a disproportionate amount of cupcakes, as she herself admits, so when you show up at the cabin in the woods with a frighteningly large basket of sweets, the expressions of your friends is not enthusiastic at all and even if you prefer to ignore it you really notice it and silently walk away to smoke.

"Now you eat this damn cupcake" Steve scolds him, trying to force the food into Dustin's mouth, who disgusted rejects it again. He cares about this stupid cupcake like his own life depends on it, maybe Steve will never admit it outloud and he thinks he's also pretty good at hiding it, but he hates to see you sad and cares very, very much about you. To be fair Robin says he doesn't hide it at all, that he's completely incapable of doing it, physically. Hiding his crush on you would be like asking him to go against gravity.

"I don't have a crush!" That's all he can answer.

"I don't want to die! This is torture Steve" Dustin almost screams and Steve slaps him on the back of the head to make him stop. He doesn't want you to hear. "He's not entirely wrong." Robin backs him up, smelling another cupcake and quickly pulling it away from her nose. "I think it's charred" she comments, watching it crumble in her hands. "Yes this is disgusting and y/n will never have to know it, so you" Steve points at Robin. "and you" He then points to Dustin. "And you all will eat what she has made for us with so much love" There is something authoritative in Steve's tone and if it wasn't for Nancy, who certainly isn't scared by her ex boyfriend freaking out about a dessert, maybe to be honest Jonathan would be folded from Harrington's words .

"You know I love y/n but we've been eating everything she makes for weeks. Someone should really tell her baking it's not for her" The Wheeler girl says crossing her arms over her chest and glancing towards the window where she can see you fidgeting with your cigarette between lips.

"Do you want to break her heart Nance? No because this would certainly be the perfect way to do it" Steve comments as Mike rolls his eyes. "Yes, but in this way y/n destroys my stomach" It is his ironic intervention but he is also more annoyed than the others. Insensitive, insensitive Wheeler, Steve thinks, shaking his head. Is it possible that no one understands you except him? Steve looks for a while at the cupcake he holds in his hands like a bullet that could kill him, then he turns towards you, beyond the glass of the window the sunlight reflects on your hair and you are so beautiful, so damn beautiful and sweet and special that the idea that others don't know how to appreciate you drives him crazy. He doesn't want to admit it but your new cooking fixation almost scares him, he's afraid there's something worrying you that you can't talk to them about.

The truth is that your friends are facing big changes, some of them are really becoming adults and some others are growing up before your eyes and you have the feeling of standing still, of doing nothing for them, of not being good enough to show them that you love them and that they are your family: that's why you bake, because you feel it's the only way you can give them something of your own, a piece of you, of your time and effort. Yet their expressions make you fear that you have exaggerated, that you are always too much, that you are wrong. You've always had this problem, you don't know half terms and half measures, if you love you love deeply, hard to the point of perhaps making people hate you. That's why you never had the courage to let yourself go with feelings, that's why after years you still haven't told Steve that you love him or Nance that she's your best friend or Max that she's the sister you never had. You try not to think about it and with the last draw of your cigarette you find the courage to go back inside.

"Don't do it Steve" Robin whispers, seriously worried. " It could be carcinogenic"

"Dude" Dustin says placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I have loved you"

Steve looks at the cupcake uncertainly, his attention is captured by the door that opens revealing your figure. He smiles at you, hoping that in these weeks of terrible ordeals, you've finally learned something and with an almost trembling hands he brings the dessert to his mouth. It only takes one bite to realize you haven't learned anything and to realize that Steve Harrington has only two options: spit it out now and let you down forever (erasing any chance of success in his 5-step plan to get married and have kids with you in the future within the next four years) or end up in hospital with a second food poisoning within a month. Needless to say, he chooses the latter, without a doubt and without thinking too much about it. Honestly he would do it again a thousand times anyway.

"Mhhhh it's the best thing I've ever eaten" He says, pretending so badly that your gaze goes from the still full basket to Steve's now white face - which has lost color all of a sudden - and then to the doubtful expressions of the others . Max is the first to approach the basket, silently grabbing a cupcake and eating it with a smile on her face closely followed by Lucas and Will, who approaches you to give you a kiss on the cheek and thank you. "Next time I want Eggos though" El comments, giggling as she bites her muffin. You smile and nod. "For you Eggos El, got it"

"You don't eat it?" Jonathan asks you, taking a second bite with difficulty. “Oh no, I'm not a big fan of desserts… They're all for you” you reply, giving him the biggest smile in the world. A smile so wide and happy that Steve has never seen a more beautiful one, for this reason he nudges Jonathan without restraint when he ironically replies. "Oh you're lucky, good choice"

"You should try them you don't know what you're missing" Robin hastens to comment, glancing at her best friend. "Next time, I promise" And now all eyes are on Steve, because it's clear that there doesn't have to be a next time and it's clear that he'll have to tell you. After all, the brilliant idea of lying to you about your baking skills was his, from the beginning.

Love makes people do stupid things, like let themselves be poisoned like this.

Two days later they all have stomach problems, someone more, others less, and Steve receives a call from Nancy, lying in bed with a vomit pan next to her. The conversation sounds more like a threat than a chat between friends . "Tell her" she simply orders without admitting replies, then she hangs up. The only survivor of this sweet massacre is Eddie, who was unable to eat anything due to his allergies. "I'll find a recipe for you too" You swear to him. "Oh you don't have to bother y/n, really." He pauses the "I'm serious, don't do it" He chuckles.

His presence during these days prevents you from missing others too much and Steve has to admit - as well as being a little jealous - that he hates Munson because it also prevents you from noticing the amazing coincidence that all the people who has eaten your cupcakes are now sick. And if you don't notice it by yourself it means that Steve will have to tell you and he really, really doesn't want to. He's not ready.

But it happens, when he decides to visit you on a Monday morning and catches you in the act. You open the front door for him with a quantity of flour on your face, clothes and face that looks like you blew up a whole package, and he can't to hold back a laugh while he wipes your nose. "Has a hurricane passed?" He asks.

"I'm still having trouble organizing myself when I bake, but I'll improve on this too" You reply, walking towards the kitchen as he follows you.

"What are you baking?" He question uncertainly, analyzing the bowls on the table. "I'm trying to make a cake for Eddie, you know with his allergies he never got to taste anything" You reply. Eddie, Steve tries to ignore his stupid jealousy. "That's nice of you" He crosses his arms over his chest while he watches you go back to kneading with far too much violence, so much so that it seems you're tormenting the flour. "You should be more delicate in your movements" He advises you. You roll your eyes. "Isn't it enough for you to be an altet , prom king and the hero of the city, now also a baker! Then what, a chef? A rockstar?" You try to hide irritation in your voice, the truth is that for once you want to be good at something and you want Steve to notice. He sighs and goes to wash his hands before walking up to you, he gets behind you and grabs your own hands, showing you the right movement.

"You know when I turned twelve my mother stopped organizing my birthdays, she was never there and neither was my father. Sometimes they even forgot to call me, let alone buy a cake. So I decided to do it by myself, no, not buying the cake but making it myself. Cooking helps me, it's not only the fact that I had to learn to survive on my own relatively early, but it helps me de-stress." You turn to him, blinking without words. You've never thought his situation was so terrible, Steve has always masked the absence of his parents and his own traumas behind a smile and even now, although there is a sort of melancholy in his eyes, he continues to smile. Suddenly your problems, your anxieties seem small and useless and you feel ashamed of them.

"I'm sorry" You whisper, voice coming out broken.

"And for what?"

"I've never noticed" He comes closer, caresses your hand so small under his. "Hey. That's okay, I'm just saying that I can help you. I have a thousand talents by the way" He plays down and you smile.

"I feel I'm getting pretty good."

This time Steve can't mask the change of expression and this time you can't ignore it.

"What's up?" You ask uncertain.

"I've come to tell you something" He begins, continuing to squeeze your hands gently. "We appreciate what you do, really.."

"But?" You interrupt him, trying to stop the intrusive thoughts: but you're exaggerating, but we think you're crazy, but we're not your friends, but you should give us our space.

"But y/n, I don't know how to tell you... you're a bad baker. Like terrible to be honest. " You stay silent as a weight lift from your heart. "Oh God I really don't want to offend you, we've tried to wait to tell you but yesterday Nance called me, she threw up again, she was feeling terrible and so were the others and they couldn't take it anymore" You burst out laughing. "Are you telling me that in recent weeks you have been ill and still have continued to eat my desserts?" He nods, relieved to see you calm and happy. He doesn't know why he expected to see you cry, I mean it's y/n we're talking about, the same girl who bravely fought so many monsters, he knows you're strong, he really does but maybe this is what love is: wanting to avoid any disappointment, even the smallest. And Robin is right, there's no reason to keep denying it, Steve Harrington loves you with every part of his being.

"I forced them to eat lately, they were starting to rebel against the idea, that's why they've sent me to tell you"

You shake your head. "You are crazy, you shouldn't have eaten this crap." You say, pulling free from Steve's grip only to point at the misshapen dough. "But you all are also adorable. You are" You continue.

"We love you and we know you do it for us. And also we had hope you would have improved at some point to be honest" He explains, without moving away from you, so close that you're almost crushed between his body and the table. He smells like home and safety and all the good things in life.

"I think this cooking thing is more a way to erase the fear you know, not only to show that I care about you all. It helps me, keeps the nightmares away. Sometimes when I can't sleep I cook and I feel better" You explain, with a little shame bowing your head. With his hands still covered in flour, Steve grips your chin between two fingers, gently he raises your head so that you can look at him and his dark eyes are filled with an emotion that you don't remember ever having seen or felt, so intense that a shiver runs down your spine. He would like to take all of your nightmares, your bad memories, your pain and make them his and if he could go back in time he would do everything to keep you out of this cursed story of the upside down even if this means erasing years of your relationship and returning to the starting point: when Steve Harrington was a douchebag you deeply hated. He would, to make your life better, but he can't and all he is able to do is give you comfort and everything he owns.

"It's honestly way better than our ways of copying, I mean Nancy literally has an arsenal in her room, Jonathan needs to smoke at least a joint to sleep, Robin calls me every damn night and makes me talk to her until she falls asleep, sometimes she runs away from home to come to me cause she knows damn well she will find me awake. And you know what's my brilliant method is? To guard the house, walking around like a zombie with the bat in my hands. I keep it under my bed and sometimes I hit the air for no reason so trust me you are handling this way better than us." Without thinking about it you throw yourself into his arms, clinging to his torso and hiding your face in the hollow of his neck, moved by an inexplicable overwhelming affection.

"You know you might come over here sometimes, if you can't sleep." You confess, realizing too late how out of place and misunderstandable your words are. But he hugs you back and places a kiss on your head and you are glad Steve can't to see your face turning red.

"Does anyone need cooking lessons here then?" He asks laughing, while he lets his hands dirty with flour run through your hair, caressing it and at this point you don't even care anymore who's dirtying who, there's just you and him and the burning smell of something you left in the oven, the minty scent of Steve and his words.

"Someone told me there's a great teacher around"

He puffs out his chest in satisfaction and pulls away from you just far enough to look you in the eye.

Sooner or later he will tell you that he loves you, it will happen because he feels his heart overflow, it will happen because he feels that it is his destiny. You are. And you will bake a cake together for your birthday then maybe, if he is lucky enough, for your children's ones. One day, not today. Today he is just your friend Steve who teaches you how to cook, who erases your fears, who creates new happy memories with you and promises to always be there. There is nothing more precious in the world.

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Sneeze Hairybuns the Bard

Quick Steddie oneshot based on this post by @sharpbutsoft - Fair warning this probably won't be accurate to the D&D version they play in the show because I have the most experience with 5e and can't be bothered to look up the other editions for a tiny little ficlet like this lol. Also the poem Steve reads is "To Live Of Love" by St. Therese of Lisieux. Let me know if you'd like to be added to my permanent Steddie fic tag list :)

"D&D is Eddie's love language, Steve. You can't just Farrah Fawcett your way into his heart like you're used to doing."

Steve frowns at Dustin, causing his eyebrows to pull together.

"First off, the Fawcett Method is tried and true, don't you dare knock it. Secondly, I have literally never touched that game, how am I supposed to woo him with something I suck at?" His fingers are twisting furiously in his hair as he paces around his friend.

"Then we'll pick something you won't suck at," Dustin crows, wiggling his eyebrows. "You, Steve Harrington, will play a bard!"

"You know I don't know what that is," Steve grumbles in a flat tone. He wants to kick himself for ever having started this conversation in the first place, but even if this is a total dead-end, at least Dustin will stop trying to get him to confess his undying love for Robin.

Dustin is already rummaging through his unbelievably cluttered desk and emerges with several sheets of paper and a pencil that he has absolutely chewed the eraser off of.

"Dude, I am not fucking using your snack pencil! What the fuck did you do to that thing?"

The younger boy rolls his eyes and finds a different pencil, thankfully unchewed, and Steve grabs everything and sits on the floor with a huff.

"Fine, tell me what to do. You better not make me look stupid, Henderson. I still have that baseball bat in my car."

Steve jumps to his feet when he hears a car door slam outside. He has spent the last hour sitting on his couch and picking a nervous hole through one of the couch cushions. He makes a mental note to flip that cushion over before his parents come home next and opens his front door, bowing extravagantly to Eddie and the rest of the Party.

"Alright nerds, let's get this shit started!" Eddie squawks as he bounces through the door and shoves past Steve. "Remember kiddos, piss now because you lose two hit points every time you take a bathroom break!"

The kids file in behind him with El and Max bringing up the rear. Steve grins at the two of them.

"Don't you worry, ladies, I made snacks."

"They better not be pretzels again," Max sniffs as she drags El into the kitchen, El waving at Steve as they pass. He shuts the door and takes a deep breath, shuffling his feet on the tiled floor before following the boys into the living room where he had set up a passable D&D table.

Steve picks his way between the chairs and sweaty teenage boys to take a seat on Eddie's right, directly across from Dustin. He peers at Eddie from under his eyelashes as the Dungeon Master shuffles through his papers and jots down a few last-minute notes. Steve tries (and fails) to ignore the way Eddie's shirt is riding up and exposing his hipbones. Dustin coughs, but it sounds suspiciously like the word "Slut!" and Steve glares at him before letting his gaze fall to the character sheet he and Dustin had worked on last week.

"Alright, are we all ready?" Eddie asks as everyone files in and takes their seats. A general murmur of assent filters through the room, and Steve fights down the nausea that has suddenly crawled into his throat.

"Weary travelers! We have a new face amongst our number," Eddie begins with vigor. "Steve here will be playing..." He nudges Steve with an elbow and he jumps.

"Oh, uh, I am an elven bard named Sneeze Hairybuns." Steve fights the urge to glare at Dustin, who is giggling with Lucas across the table. "I was orphaned when I was ten and lived off the streets with just a guitar to try to make money."

"Excellent!" Eddie says, ignoring Dustin. "Let us begin."

Eddie begins to paint a picture with just his words. Steve finds himself utterly entranced with him: the way his eyes sparkle, the curve of his mouth around the word "dragon," and how sinful his hands looked as he drummed his fingers restlessly on the table and fidgeted with his dice. He's pretty sure his mouth is gaping like a damn fish when Eddie turns to him, and he snaps it shut quickly.

"Sneeze, what do you want to do? You can talk to anyone in the tavern, investigate anything you think is suspicious, or anything else you can think of."

Steve makes eye contact with Dustin, who nods, and turns back to Eddie. "I go up to the bartender to talk to him."

"Hello, young traveler. Can I offer you a strong glass of mead? We just did our monthly washing of the glasses so it should taste better than usual," Eddie barks in a gruff voice very different from his own. Steve tamps down on his anxious butterflies and leans casually against the table as if it was a bartop.

"Hiya, handsome. I think I can think of someone that sounds a little better than mead. Care to give me a taste?" Steve purrs in a sultry tone, puncturing his words with a rather gratuitous wink.

There is a chorus of whoops and "GROSS, Steve!" from around the table, but Steve keeps his eyes on Eddie. His face is rapidly changing colors, going from a pale pink to a deep almost-burgundy in less than five seconds as he chokes on the Coke he'd been in the middle of sipping from. Dustin stands up to give him a few thwacks on his back, shooting Steve a wink as he does so and mouthing "Exactly like that!" behind Eddie's back.

Eddie sucks in a deep breath with his eyes resolutely fixed on the table in front of him. His voice sounds much more like the usual Eddie as he replies, "Flattery will get you nowhere with me, traveler. What brings you and your companions to my tavern?"

"We're looking for information on the dragon that is terrorizing your village," Mike interrupts, scooting his minifigure toward the bar on Eddie's map. Eddie turns to him in relief and regales their group with tales of a monstrous beast that has been killing their livestock and kidnapping their children, and Steve shoots an anxious glance at Dustin. The younger boy shoots him a subtle thumbs up and turns back to Eddie.

Much of the game continues in this fashion. After the third or fourth time Steve opens the Party's dialogue with an NPC with a disgustingly-cheesy line about getting lost in their eyes or attempting to roll to seduce them, Erica throws her hands up and cries, "My gods, Sneeze, you can't flirt your way through a dragon fight!"

Dustin cackled, earning himself a smack on the back of the head from Max, who was observing while she devoured the bowl of popcorn she and El were passing back and forth.

"Says you, Sinclair. Our Dungeon Master hasn't stopped me yet. Speaking of, I believe I still have an action this turn?" Steve turns to Eddie, whose face has remained bright red throughout most of the campaign. Eddie nods once without looking at him.

"In that case, I would like to perform a poem I wrote for the Light Fairy." He clears his throat.

"To live of love, it is to know no fear. No memory of past faults can I recall. No imprint of my sins remaineth here. The fire of love divine effaces all. O sacred flames! O furnace of delight! I sing my safe sweet happiness to prove, in these mild fires I dwell by day, by night. I live of love!"

Steve, of course, hadn't actually written any poetry for this, but he'd read this poem in an English textbook his senior year and had liked it enough to tear it out and keep it. Mike wolf-whistles, and Dustin shoots another conspicuous wink toward Steve, but Steve hardly notices. Their Dungeon Master looks like his head might just spontaneously combust.

"Bathroom break!" Eddie's voice cracks through an entire octave as he shoots out of his seat and shuffles toward the stairs. His footsteps thump above their heads as he takes the steps three at a time.

"Maybe I'd better..." Steve trails off as he hops up and follows him. "Don't break anything or pee on the walls while I'm gone, please."

Ignoring the scuffle that immediately breaks out behind him, Steve jogs up the stairs and stops in front of the closed bathroom door. He can hear the water running inside, but not much else. Steeling himself, he knocks once and murmurs, "Hey, Eds? You alright?"

A hasty shuffling sound escapes under the door before it opens slightly, revealing a very pink-faced and ruffled Eddie Munson. Steve, mentally cursing whatever gods allowed him to think Dustin's plan wouldn't be a complete disaster, rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Why are you doing this to me? Did Little Sinclair put you up to this? Because whatever she told you, it isn't true, and honestly this is just the tiniest bit cruel because I don't ev-hhrmmMPH!"

Whatever Eddie was planning on saying is lost as Steve grabs him by the hips and shoves him backward against the ugly yellow sink before pressing their mouths together. Eddie's hands flutter uselessly against Steve's chest before finally winding their way into his ridiculous, puffy hair with a broken moan that Steve swallows greedily into his own mouth. Steve presses him further back into the counter, needing to be closer, needing to feel Eddie, and peppers his lips and his throat with kisses and bites and little licks that are driving both of them insane.

Steve gathers a handful of Eddie's curly hair and yanks his head back, giving him uninterrupted access to Eddie's throat and collarbones, which he wastes no time in completely covering with purpling lovebites. Eddie is grinding against him, hands still in Steve's hair, making the most obscene noises Steve has ever heard in his life. Neither can slow down long enough to catch their breath, and their needy pants and gasps of air are filling the room with heat.

It's only when Eddie registers the sound of footsteps on the stairs that the two men break apart in a panic. Eddie is trying desperately to arrange his curls to cover his neck and Steve is still adjusting the collar of his shirt when Will rounds the corner. He looks at them for one beat, two beats, then turns on his heel and walks back down the stairs, shouting to the rest of the group that it'll just be another second.

Breathing hard, they just stare at each other for a few seconds. Eddie is, for once, completely speechless, and Steve is just too dumbfounded that Henderson's stupid plan had worked to form a coherent thought. Eddie is the one to break the silence.

"Right-o. Cool. I'll just head back to the game, shall I?"

Steve stares after him completely dumbfounded. He gives himself another few seconds to will his traitorous body into submission before following. It takes about 10 seconds after he sits down for Dustin to make eye contact with him, and Steve tries his best to keep his face neutral, but-

"I KNEW IT! You owe me BIG, Harrington!"

"I knew it, too, you dweeb! I told Eddie like, two entire months ago to make his move. You're not special, Dustybuns," Erica snorts.

Steve sighs and puts his head in his hands, but he still locks his ankle around Eddie's under the table as he tries halfheartedly to fight the secret, pleased smile that's making its way to his face. He can't see it, but Eddie wears the exact same smile.

Tag list - @aghostcup @ask-canon-and-fanon-personified @brassreign (you said you wanted to see anything of mine that was Steddie so no take-backs)

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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Trouble at Hellfire

maybe Reader and Arwen are going to see Eddie at Hellfire and you hear them (Eddie’s not in the room obviously because he would end them) talk about how annoying it is to have you constantly there (not Dustin though bc he’s an angel) & you’re already suffering with PostPartum Depression, so you go home and cry your eyes out, when Eddie gets home, you cry to him and he has a LONG chat with them and they all come over and apologize?

Warnings; angst to fluff, mentions of postpartum depression. Eddie being a sweetheart and an adorable girl dad.

Likes or reblogs are always appreciated. 💞

Repost as the tags are being a complete dick right now 🙄💞

I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

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Having a baby was a wonderful thing, it brought her and Eddie even closer, and Arwen brought so much joy into their lives.

What no one told you about having a baby though was postpartum depression.

It's something that yn never thought of but when she started to suffer from mood swings, increased crying spells, anxiety and a feeling of hopelessness that she would never be a good mother.

She confided her feelings to Eddie and he let her cry it all out and then they went to the doctor who suggested therapy to talk it through.

It did take a little while and sometimes she had that feeling of not being a good mother but she had Eddie and all of her family and friends around her to help.

Today she was going to see Eddie at Hellfire like she did every week. He loved having Arwen there to listen to him and now that she was a bit older was fascinated by everything Eddie did.

She was a daddy's girl through and through, though she did love her cuddles with mama too.

Eddie was just finishing up work and then joining Hellfire. He should be here very soon, though he might go home to change, etc.

Yn thought he looked sexy as hell when he would come home in his mechanic uniform, slight grease stains on his body, hair in a bun and she told him so.

( and showed him too ;)

As she slips into Hellfire she pauses as she hears Mike's voice.

"It's so annoying having a baby around" Mike moans.

"No one else's partner comes here, El doesn't or Max or Suzie so why does yn get special privilege?" Mike asks and Jeff frowns.

"Yeah, having a baby crying can be annoying but what can we do?". Jeff shrugs.

"I like yn a lot and Arwen is sweet but come on! It's Hellfire Club, not a babysitting club? How can we do mega campaigns with a baby crying and Eddie gets distracted sometimes" her heart sinks even more as Gareth says this and she sighs.

She's pissed off but at the same time what they are saying is right and she feels tears pool down her cheeks.

Dustin bless him, the sweet angel glares at Gareth, Jeff and Mike and huffs.

"Shut the fuck up, none of you has kids or wives so you don't get to say what yn should be doing of not. She's one of my best friends and Arwen is my goddaughter! Enough!"

She smiles hearing Dustin stick up for her, even Lucas is nodding along with what Dustin is saying and Will.

But the words still stick in her mind and she drives home.

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Eddie is glad to be home, he just wants his two princesses by his side, to enjoy Hellfire and then spend time with his girls.

The minute he walks through the door he hears quiet sobbing and panics that maybe yn is having symptoms of postpartum depression again and rushes through to comfort his love.

"Sweetheart? What's wrong?" He asks her thinking that if anyone has upset her then he will kick their ass.

He's always been protective of his princess but he's even more so now.

Eddie listens to what Yn says, she won't name names but he is pissed. He came home from a shit day at work to his Princess crying and then trying to say it was nothing.

He knew her better than that and once he had greeted Arwen who was sleeping like an angel.

"There's my sweet girl, daddy missed you and your mama so much sweetheart" he kisses Arwen on the cheek and then settles beside yn.

"Princess, what happened?" That's when it cams out what the others at Hellfire said, she wouldn't name names just that he was probably sick of her and Arwen being there like some of the boys were.

"No! I love having you there princess and Arwen, it's one of the highlights of my week having my two princesses at Hellfire" she smiles softly and snuggles into him.

"What are your other highlights?" she asks him and he kisses her forehead.

"Coming home to you and Arwen every day, waking up with you in my arms in the morning" she melts and kisses him.

"I love you, Eddie, you big softie" he grins and cuddles her closer.

"I love you too beautiful, ooh I forgot about one last highlight! Homemade waffles on Sundays with my girls" she giggles and nods, of course.

"I think I'll still stay in if that's okay Eds?" She tells him and he nods sadly.

He understands but it doesn't stop the anger he feels at the boys. He kisses yn on the head and she smiles.

"Are you sure princess?" She nods and cuddles up on the couch.

"Yeah, just wanna spend time with Arwen, and headache" he nods and strokes her cheek softly.

"It isn't because of what some of those buttheads said is it?" she shakes her head and he relaxes.

"No, just a headache". She reassures him and he kisses her again.

Oh, he was going to give these assholes hell.

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Eddie enters Hellfire and the minute the boys see his dark look they stopped talking.

"Where's yn?" Dustin asks disappointed and Eddie glares at them, not at Dustin though he knows it wouldn't be him that made yn upset.

"She's not coming. I found her at home crying and she wouldn't tell me who but some of you upset her with what you said, she heard it all before she came in".

He looks around and notices that Jeff, Gareth and Mike look uncomfortable and he scowls.

Bingo!

"We didn't mean it, it's just sometimes it's annoying that none of our partners can come along but yn can and Arwen!". Mike says and Eddie loses it.

"She's my wife! Arwen is my little girl. Hellfire is important to me of course but nothing is more important than my girls, Yn has been struggling for a little while on and off, she's better now but she likes to be close right now and I'm not going to deny her that because you have a problem Wheeler!"

Gareth bites his lip.

"We are sorry man, we know yn and Arwen are important to you".

"The most important. I love them both so fucking much and I want them here. Do you know what it's like seeing yn look so proud during my campaigns? Arwen watching her daddy so enraptured. There's nothing like it man".

Mike looks contrite but still groans out.

"Yeah but when Arwen starts crying and you get distracted" Eddie rolls his eyes.

"She's my baby you dipshit, of course, I am going to comfort her and she's just little. Of course, she will cry sometimes".

They quiten looking abashed.

"Gather everything. We are going to do Hellfire at my house and you three are going to apologise"

Dustin is glaring at them.

"Told you Eddie would be pissed! And you gave yourselfs away!" Eddie ruffles his hair knowing Dustin would always stick up for his girls.

💞

Yn is surprised when Eddie comes home with the boys. Dustin and Will give her a big hug and Lucas too who asks if he and Max could babysit for them again.

"Of course, Arwen loves you two. I made muffins and m&m brownies would you all like some?"

Everyone grins happily and Gareth and Jeff step up and immediately apologise.

"We are really sorry about what we said earlier"

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier, that wasn't fair. We all love you and Arwen" his apology is sweet and sincere and she hugs them and gestures them both into the kitchen.

Eddie pushes Mike her way and he looks down.

"Yeah, I am sorry too. Was out of line" she accepts his apology and hugs him.

Arwen wakes from her nap and is very excited babbling away and yn cuddles her close breathing in that baby smell that is so lovely.

Then she sees her daddy and babbles even more making grabby hands at Eddie which makes her smile.

"There's my little angel. Hi, baby girl" he holds Arwen close and blows raspberries on her cheek which makes her giggle in delight and it's such a sweet sight.

Hellfire begins and she settles down with Arwen in her arms feeling a lot better and ready to watch her husband as The Dungeon Master which was always very sexy if she did say so herself.

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#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x wife!reader #dad eddie munson #mom reader

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spicybylerpolls · 25 days

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It's interesting that in episode 7, the episode Will, Mike and the rest of the Cali Crew are conveniently left out of, the show raises the question about November 6th. About the Upside Down being stuck on November 6th, the day Will got lost.

And RIGHT after this happens, the show ALSO raises the question, via Dustin's dialogue, "Why is there a gate at Lovers' Lake?"

Meanwhile, in the midst of these questions being raised, Nancy is talking about Will - Will finding a way to speak to Joyce through the lights. So throughout these two questions being raised, Will is consistently contextualized beside them.

Now I don't exactly know how this all fits together but there are things I do know -

-The Upside Down represents shame and being othered - whether that's ostracization for being gay (Will), for not being white (Lucas), for being someone with a disability (Dustin), for being an abused super powered kid (El), or a "tomboy" (Max) ..... (and Mike ...??)

-Will gets taken into the Upside Down in season 1 and then consumed by a monster connected to the Upside Down in season 2, which represents his shame in being gay.

-Lovers Lake was initially connected to Mike and Will in season 2 and it's heavily theorized that this will be an important location regarding their storyline, whether that be a sex scene or love confession.

-It's also referenced by Robin as being "the perfect place to hide."

Obviously season 4 answers the question about why the gate was opened in Lovers' Lake - but doesn't it seem odd how these questions are raised? Especially with Will being ever so present despite not actually being in the episode at all?

Anyway. This show will never stop making me deranged. I know this isn't particularly too spicy but I'd rather submit my asks here, where people have a better understanding of the show.

Please note that the purpose of this blog is not to be creepy or to make anyone uncomfortable. That's why I created the #spicy byler tag (I will tag all polls with this). If you don't want to see this blog or anything related to it on your feed, please block that tag. Not everyone is comfortable with this sorta stuff, and that's okay.

#byler #spicy byler #will byers #mike wheeler

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steddie fic recs pls!

YES YES THANK YOU get ready i have a LOT

chelsea by randomascas is a popular one, but for good reason. ft background ronance, tragic eddie backstory and steve being on the brink of death yet again. canon compliant excluding volume 2 (which i suggest we do <3)

the backseat lovers by froggieyama doesnt have a plot, but god does it describe their love in such a beautiful, lovely way

whole lotta love by @stereobone is such a quintessential steddie fic. steve and eddie are dating. steve does not realise they're dating. i love my bi himbo king. (this one is explicit, but honestly i don't think the sex is all that graphic and it is just one part, so read at your own discretion)

you got me running like a hurricane by @anniebibananie is the ultimate fix it, in which eddie doesn't actually 100% die in the upside down and instead finds his soul tethered to steve. basically. this one's very sweet, whilst also having a tiny bit of angst to make you go "ouch"

keep me in your glow by birthdaycandles ( @steveharrington ) is very nice. eddie helps take care of steve post volume 1, which apparently includes doing steve's skincare because of course it does. they're so cute

we're just kids in the dark by fagurfiskur ( @perlukafarinn ) is the fruity four sleepover fic of my dreams. nancy brings tequila, eddie brings pot, steve gets his hair braided and everyone has a fun gay time. also shotgunning!!

L is for linoleum (and nothing else) by localman ( @locallmann ) is a heavy one, i'll admit, but i cannot recommend it enough. there is an unfortunate lack of trans eddie in fanfics currently, and i feel this one does a really good job of realistically representing both his and the others' struggles as queer teens in the 80s. see individual chapter notes + the fic tags for tws, but i seriously implore you to read this if you're comfortable

sir stephen strider find his suzie by @lesbianrobin is VERY very cute. steve fills in for lucas during hellfire, and dustin witnesses steve and eddie flirting like crazy during the campaign. honestly, this one made me giggle a lot, and i left it feeling all warm and nice. the way the author writes steve and dustin's relationship just DOES IT for me because it feels so natural and so them. also dustin's little spiral about maybe being homophobic has been on my mind since i read this. god i love it.

another one by lesbianrobin - my hands are tied may be my favourite steddie fic to date. there's a Lot of steddie handcuff sex stuff on ao3 and whilst i DO love it unashamedly, this fic is just. so good and so realistic because YEAH duh steve would probably associate bondage with his trauma and have a panic attack why is nobody else thinking of this. i really really Really love this fic (JUST TO CLARIFY THIS IS RATED TEEN!! no sex dw)

you are going to die in your best friend's arms. (but he won't let you leave like that) by oaseas is so so SO SO good. it follows dustin as he becomes unstuck in time on the day that eddie died and tries over and over to save him and break the loop. it has some absolutely wonderful bonding moments between dustin and both steve & eddie, and whilst the steddie is not the Primary focus we do see dustin slowly realise just how deeply the two care about each other as he goes through each loop. i absolutely adored this fic, and genuinely felt emotional at times. highly highly recommend

last but not least, a sign of the morning by @toedenandbackagain . this is a LONG fic (86.8k!!! love), and just such a good slow burn friends to lovers. i love when fics include steddie having history pre vecna, but often find it cheesy or unrealistic. this, however, i felt was completely believable and very well written. i was reading this as each update dropped and let me tell you the way my heart sunk at the end of chapter 11?? i was going absolutely insane i was so upset and so affected, and really i think that's telling of how well written this fic is. cannot recommend it enough

i could probably keep going, but i think 11 recs is good for now lmao. please please check all these out and support the authors!! steddie writers on ao3 are the backbone to society atm they're doing some incredible work

#i wrote all this already but tumblr decided to crash so ;-;#thank you for asking !! i've been waiting to give my recs bc i fucking love the ao3 steddie tag #st #stranger things #st4 #steddie #steveddie #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #steve harrington #fic recs

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For @wheelersboy @foodiewithdahoodie my madwheeler besties. 🖤 @perexcri tagging you too Babe cause Reasons™️.

Based off of @wheelersboy’s post from a few days ago. 😩

Kind of Best Friend

Hey Mike,

I'm not going to call you Shitface like I normally would, since, if you're reading this it probably means I'm dead or passed on or maybe just stuck in some agonizing hell with Vecna somewhere. I won't really know, will I? But the truth still is, if you're reading this, it means I'm not here anymore. And that's okay.

I mean I’m scared shitless right now, but you know it's like you said. Remember that one night at the quarry late last summer when the rest of the Party ditched us to go see Ferris Bueller for the four hundredth time? I had just broken up with Lucas and you were missing Will really badly and I was missing Billy. And we both were missing El. You had your feet hung over the edge of the quarry and I was scared I was going to fall. You threw your arm around my shoulder and chucked a rock into the pit. Then you drunkenly told me that every atom in our body was a billion years old and that if you really thought about it, it meant that we were made up of energy and that it would always be bouncing around the universe until the end of time. And you said that that really helped you when you couldn’t get Will being pulled out of the quarry out of your head.

Sometimes I think about that when Billy’s in my dreams too much.

And so yeah, if you're reading this maybe my brain isn't here and I can't fight you on any of your stupid ass plans anymore. And we can't sneak out of the lunch room to the alley between the art and science wing and eat lunch by ourselves when Eddie is being too insane. But maybe I'm still here somehow. Like the swirl of cream in your coffee in the morning or the wind kissing your hand. Like when you hung it out your dad's car window that one night when he picked the four of us up from the mall, and we were all too high to risk talking out loud. I watched your fingers glide through the air from the backseat and wished I thought anything else was as pretty as when the sky was periwinkle purple and the lightning bugs rushed by.

We never talked that night, after we had that awkward conversation in the parking lot while Dustin and Lucas were in the video store. We just sat in silence and watched two stupid comedies until one in the morning because you knew I didn’t want to go home. It was the nicest thing you ever did for me. I get that you like the quiet sometimes. I'm not Will. I know that. But I want you to know that you've weirdly become one of the best friends I've ever had. And I guess we can thank Mrs. Kelly for sitting us next to each other in 10th grade math for that. Who knew that getting high off sharpie markers and planning various murder plots to off Troy could be something to bond over.

I mean, you're still a total idiot, and you've been way too moody and a complete asshole to pretty much everyone since El and Will left. And you really do need to clean up your fucking armpit of a basement. Seriously Mike...if Hawkins isn't totally destroyed and you and Lucas and Dustin and the rest of them somehow make it out of this. Please, for the love of god, can you clean your basement. And afterwards, get everyone together, eat too much pepperoni pizza, and play a campaign for me. I'm sure Eddie can help you with that. And tell Dustin I’m sorry for making fun of him when he asked to sit in for Lucas. The truth is I wanted to play—but you know. I just couldn’t.

And speaking of the truth. Please! Do not waste any more of your or my time not being honest with yourself. I am El's best friend. I would kill you for her in a split second. You are aware of this right? But I know you Mike. I know the real reason why you've been so sad since the Byers moved to California. And now that I'm dead I can say this. It doesn't matter what it means. You need to be honest with yourself and be honest with Will and El.

You need to be brave Mike. It's fucking important. It really sucks, but it’s true that you never know when you might find out your life is over.

Don't do what you think is right. Do what your heart really wants. El will understand. El doesn't need you.

But Will does. So fucking fix it.

And also...just….thanks. For sitting with me when no one else would.

Your kind of best friend,

Mad Max

PS. My mom was wasted one time and told me you were her favorite friend of mine. And also, I am sorry for that one time when you slept over my house after we drank at the quarry. I was lonely and sad and way too drunk. But yeah, El and Will are lucky to have someone as nice as you…. with noodle arms that turns out are great for hugs.

When you're not being a whiny bitch anyway.

Also if you ever tell anyone about that night. Or for that matter, any of the nice things I just said about you in this letter... I WILL KILL YOU. I DON'T CARE IF I’M DEAD.

Mike chuckles a broken sob and sweeps a tear from the lined notebook page that Max has splattered with her bubbly handwriting in blue ink. It smears some of her words and he curses.

"Shit!" he hisses, wiping his snotty nose with the back of his hand and shifting quickly to spread the paper out flat on his bed. He tries to iron out a few of the creases and rereads some of his favorite lines, laughing all over again. He can hear her voice as she makes fun of him, can see the crease at her brow and the disgusted squint of her blue eyes. Eyes that flashed at him with hatred one minute and humor the next. His laugh grows thinking of her face, red hair wild and staring up at him from whatever short person's world she inhabited. Mike laughs to himself until he can't breathe. He laughs and laughs, until those laughs turn to sobs and the tears flow down his face and drip off his nose. He never expected it but the hole ripped open inside his chest at the thought of Max being gone forever is utterly agonizing.

Eventually, his lungs find air again and the tears stop falling. His body is completely exhausted and his eyes are red rimmed and raw. He dries his face and knits his brow together with determination, squinting over at the radio he left lying on his desk before he left for California. She's not dead, he thinks with determination. Max is lying in Hawkins Hospital, broken and sleeping. But not dead.

#madwheeler #stranger things ficlet #byler #max mayfield #mike wheeler #max’s letters #madwheeler supremacy #platonic madwheeler #romantic madwheeler #idgaf #live your life

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cringengl · 9 months

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So in the tags in this poll I put my reasonings for why I believe Will mainly fell for Mike in s2. While yes, it's possible that Will had a small crush on Mike pre s1, I think most, if not all of his romantic feelings came from s2 and why I think so is all because of the van scene.

One of the most important lines in the van scene, especially when explaining why Will loves Mike, is this:

Much of Will and Mike's scenes in s2 is Mike making Will feel better for being different. This is established pretty early on when Will has his talk with Jonathan where he berates Jonathan for treating him "like there's something wrong with me", just like "Mom, Dustin, Lucas. Everyone", clearly leaving out Mike. Mike isn't like the others, who make Will feel even more different.

The crazy together and superspy scene are also good examples of Mike making Will feel better for being different. In the crazy together scene, Will says how Mike can't tell the others how he's feeling because "they won't understand" and in that scene, instead of Mike making Will feel more different, he promises to be there for him and to understand him- to go crazy together. In the superspy scene Will is upset as he feels like as the mindflayer takes over more of Hawkins he also takes over more of Will, but instead Mike makes him feel better by saying that Will can use this to his advantage and spy back. Both of these scenes have a clear pattern of Will feeling different and Mike making him feel better for it.

These scene obviously give Will the courage to fight on- it's one of the reasons why Will tries to spy back and even though that strategy ultimately fails, it keeps Will from initially completely giving up. However, the biggest example of "and that gives her (me) the courage to fight on" is the shed scene. Mike once again uses an example of where Will or both of them feel different (alone on the first day of kindergarten) and uses it to help Will get the courage to fight on against the mindflayer and tap out the morsecode to close the gate.

Due to the emphasis on this line in the van scene, I just think it makes more sense to show the specific times when Will fell for Mike onscreen, when Mike made him feel better for being different, instead of leaving it up to pre s1 speculation. Although there's the argument that Mike stood up for Troy when he was making fun of Will in the gym, but it was heavily implied by the expressions of suprise on everyone's face that Mike has never done something like that before and that it was likely fueled by anger due to Will's disappearance as well as the fact that not only was Will not there for it, but it doesn't happen pre s1.

Furthermore, I also see people say how Will's love for Mike is hinted from s1 and although it's possible that he did unknowingly have a small crush on Mike, I think most of the season 1 stuff that David Harbour said that is supposed to make sense later on is mostly Will's queercoding, as it's just done through people calling Will homophobic slurs (which was kinda messed up of Stranger Things ngl). Like yeah there's the whole part where Will doesn't lie to Mike about the roll, but that's probably due to either a subconscious small crush, or Will just being his honest self (even if he does cheat Dustin out of his X-men #134- it's not like he lies about it and he's probably going to have more integrity with DnD over a bike race with Dustin).

So yeah, TL;DR: Will fell in love with Mike in s2 because that's when Mike spent the entire season making Will feel better for being different and giving him the courage to fight on.

#ik from the results in the poll i kinda am in the minority here but i don't want to start an argument just a friendly debate #try and convince me otherwise in the tags if u disagree i wanna hear peoples perspective on this #the van scene is so important as it outlines why will is in love with mike and idk i just think it makes sense to show examples of what will #is on about onscreen #idk maybe it's one of the reasons the st twt account told everyone to rewatch s2 #byler #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things analysis

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lunamadhatter99 · 1 year

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Be My Queen

Part 2

SteveHarrington x Hopper!femreader x EddieMunson

Sorry I'm late, I had some trouble finding both the time and the inspiration to write it.

This one is a little shorter than usual because I want the next one completely about baiting Vecna.

Anyway, I hope you guys like it, let me know also if you want to be tagged in the next chapter ❤️❤️

Chapter summary: the team gets ready to face probably the worst they've ever faced, what better timing to confess some feelings?

Chapter warning: none I think... if I missed something let me know.

Tag list

@once-upon-an-imagine

@munsonology

@cutepumpkin4

@summerbrooksblog

@iheartmyguitars

@trickylittlewitch

@eddiesguitarskills

@justheretoreadleavemealone

We finally arrive in this open field and I can take a break from all those creepy thoughts.

We split into small groups, Dustin and Eddie are tasked in making shields, Erica and Lucas in making spears, Max helps Nancy and I with the shotgun, , Robin and Steve making "bombs".

Nancy wanted to be as sure as possible with the aiming so we're cutting the end of the shotgun.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Max asks me.

"Positive" I nod and before she could say anything back "it's safer for you this way"

"She is right, Max" Nancy supports me "I really wish she wasn't, I really wish there would be another way... but this is the safest option"

"I'm just scared, okay?" Max admits.

I sigh and so does Nancy. Just like the others Max quickly became like a sister, the exact moment we met, she was family.

Seeing her so distraught and uncertain makes my heart clench.

"So are we" I sweetly say to her. "Fuck... I'm more scared than ever, if I'm being honest. But unfortunately if we don't do anything, no one else will and... again, unfortunately looks like we're smarter than anyone else"

A small smile appears on Max's face at my comment.

Then her eyes focus on Nancy's cutting the shotgun.

"Is this legal?" She asks her.

"Actually, I think it's felony" Nancy answers "but it guarantees one thing." Her eyes find mine for a moment before hitting the end and making it fell on the ground "I won't miss."

She says this to reassure me, which I'm more than grateful for.

"What about you?" Max looks at me "Are you gonna do something about those two idiots or you'll just wait and wait..?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." I feign innocence.

"I'm pretty sure now is the best time to say something to them... you know, confess something" Max hints.

"I don't know. It's complicated..."

"It's really not" Nancy chimes in as she stands up "just tell them how you feel. I know it's difficult, but... literally it's now or never"

I look at her and sigh, then turn to Max, who nods agreeing with her.

"Fine... yeah, alright."

I turn around to look at Steve by the RV with Robin, he probably feels like he's being watched so he looks up and about until his eyes find mine.

I gently smile at him and he smiles back. I can see he's worried sick, he probably feels guilty too somehow, that he can't find another way to do this.

I then look at Dustin and Eddie playing fight.

As he spins around he locks eyes with me and smiles waving at me as he walk backwards, he eventually fells and Dustin takes advantage of it and attacks him.

"He's such a baby" I whisper to myself with a smile.

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We're all waiting for Dustin and Nancy to check everything for the millionth time, never too careful they said.

I look at them, biting my nails and bouncing my foot.

"Hey" Steve's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Hi." I say softly.

"It's gonna be fine" he tries to reassure me.

"He's right" Eddie appears beside me too.

"Yeah.. easy for you to say. Your job is basically jamming with Dustin" I say with a forced laugh and they stay silent "I'm sorry... I didn't mean.."

"I know." Eddie gives my arm a soft squeeze.

"You're very brave, Y/n, you know that?" Steve tells me.

"Oh yeah? Then why I'm shaking like a freaking chihuahua?"

"Because it's still a crazy situation."

I look him in the eyes and see sincerity in them, along with fear of course. I look at Eddie and see worry.

I think of what I'm getting myself into... Vecna might not want to kill me, but it doesn't mean he won't if necessary.

I guess it's time to talk.

"I... I think I need to tell you something" I sigh.

They look at each other, sharing an understanding nod.

"It's alright, sweetheart." Eddie squeezes my arm once again.

"We know." Steve says with a smile.

"What do you mean?" I ask. How?

"We talked the UpsideDown, while we were walking to Nancy's house. We... both realised our feelings for you. And we also realised that you're the one who has to choose" Steve explains.

"Yeah, we were about to argue on who had more righ to ask you out, but you should decide who you want..." Eddie says" if you want any if us of course." He quickly adds.

Oh.

Oh!

They do feel something for me.

Oh god, what a relief I wasn't crazy.

"I..." I start, but Eddie cuts me off.

"The choice is yours and... it won't change anything. Whoever you choose" he says is almost resigned.

"I... don't want to choose." I say shyly.

"What do you mean?"

"I too have feelings for you... for the both of you" I say looking back and forth between them.

"Oh..."

"What..."

"Yeah" I laugh embarrassed looking down at my feet.

"That's... that's good" Steve says and Eddie nods.

"Is it?" I look up at them.

"Yeah. I mean... yeah" Eddie looks relief and just smiles, while Steve chuckles grinning.

"Cool"

"It's implied we're taking you out on a date after this is over" Eddie declares grabbing my hand.

"If this.."

"Don't." Steve stops me "we're gonna make it, okay? I'm not letting some delusional monster prevent me from taking my girl out on a date"

"Our girl" Eddie corrects.

"Our girl out on a date" Steve repeats with a roll of eyes.

"I'm just scared and I don't want to keep my hopes up" I confess.

"I know, love. Trust me, then. We're gonna make it. Right, Munson?"

"Definitely. Trust us, sweetheart." Eddie nods.

I look at them for a moment, they're trying to be strong for me.

I nod.

"Guys" Dustin calls us and we turn our attention to him "it's time to go"

"Let's go end this" I say and walk to the RV followed by Eddie and Steve.

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We're at Creel's house.

It's time.

Max, Lucas, Erica and I are about to get out.

"alright, you know what you have to do, right?" Nancy asks us.

"Yes, Nance. We do. We got over it a thousand times." I tell her, to reassure her.

"Then one more won't hurt" she smiles, but she's tense.

"I know" I go hug her and she hugs me back tighter.

"Hey, no funny business, I don't want to come back to know you made a demonic deal with him to save us all, but sacrifice yourself" Robin blurts out hugging me once I pulled away from Nancy.

"Wouldn't dream of it, not without my lawyer"

"Please be careful" she whispers.

"Always"

"Wait!" Dustin exclaims.

"What's wrong?" Steve asks alarmed.

"What... we don't have a song for her" Dustin says.

"I don't think that would work with me." I tell him.

"Well we can't be sure. Maybe it helps! Fuck... why didn't I think of it before" he curses.

"Language" I warn him

"I got it" Eddie chimes in, moving his hands into his pockets.

All eyes are on him, watching him curiously.

He takes out a tape.

"What's that?" I ask.

"Your favourite songs.." he quietly say, heat rising to his cheeks.

"Eddie.." I softly say walking to him.

He hands me the tape and I see there are all my favourite songs in it.

"I wanted to give it to you for your birthday, but... guess now it's the best time"

"It's still very appreciated. Thank you" I say kissing his cheek, he responds by hugging me tightly.

"Please be careful"

"I promise"

I pull away, still holding the tape in my hand and I turn to Steve.

"Kill him. Please." I say in a whisper.

"You don't need to tell me twice" he says.

I nod and wrap my arms around his neck while his are around waist.

I turn ready to follow the others out, but Dustin stops me once again.

"I'm sorry" he says.

"About what?" I ask confused.

"That I couldn't find another way"

I immediately hug him tightly.

"Shut up. Never say that again. It's gonna be fine and we'll be back to our movie night sooner than you think" I say to him and I pull away. "Okay?"

"Okay. Yeah..." he takes a breath and nods.

"After all... I'm pretty sure it's my turn to pick" I wink and he laughs rolling his eyes.

Finally we wall out of the RV and into the Creel's house.

As Erica walks to take place in the playground Max, Lucas and I start to place the lights around the house.

I sit on the ground, I try to calm myself watching Lucas and Max talking through notes. I hope they'll work it out after all this is done. Max has been through a lot this year, Billy wasn't exactly Mr Kindness, but he was still his brother and she saw him die, that must've been hard to witness, she deserves to be happy. Lucas deserves it too.

I can't help but think about Jim. When he signed the adoption papers and took me to Hawkins was, I think, the best day of my life. He taught me everything I know and he made me who I am today. I owe this to his memory, being brave for him, for him and for El. I hope she's alright, and I hope to see her again after this.

Suddenly the flashlight outside catch my attention, Steve, Nancy and Robin must be ready.

Max and Lucas look at me, breath heavy with tension.

I take a deep breath.

Time to phase two.

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