#stranger things fanction

[queenimmadolla]

𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝

Summary: A glimpse into Eddie’s morning as a first time and young dad with his baby. Oh, and you’re there, too.

Warnings: allusions to sexy stuff, descriptions of breastfeeding (it’s natural—suck it up), and fluff.

a/n: pulled this one out of the vault for you guys, written last July. hope you like it!

Eddie’s up before you and surprised to see it’s light outside, a sight he hasn’t woken up to in the last couple of months. Two, to be exact.

  That’s when the two of you had brought Penny home.

  Eddie yawned, impressively loud before he slapped a hand over his mouth, gaze flickering to you but you were still asleep; on your stomach with your face partially hidden in your pillow. You’d successfully kicked the sheets off yourself in your sleep, leaving your legs bare and your top half covered with one of Eddie’s larger shirts. 

  One of your legs was bent at the knee and raised up near your elbow.

  God, you always looked so fucking delectable. All he’d have to do is rouse you with some kisses pressed to your neck, settle himself behind you, pull his boxers down and move your panties to the side and he could just—

  Eddie inhaled sharply, tearing his gaze away from your body before his blood could rush off to an area he didn’t have the time to acknowledge, as the very reason he couldn’t partake in his little fantasy cooed from her crib. 

  She’d been the result of a very similar event.

  He took a couple of moments to calm himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he promised, soon.

  Then he got out of bed, snagging a band t-shirt from the dresser as he walked to the crib on the other end of the room.

  Eddie yanked on the shirt—only briefly struggling with the arm holes—before he was peering into the crib, mouth breaking out in a megawatt grin.

  Penny was awake alright, big brown eyed stare focused on a sticker that had been plastered to the wall of his room long before she was even conceived. You’d swaddled her before putting her to bed last night, so she looked like an adorable, content burrito.

  Once she realized Eddie was hovering over her, the sticker lost her attention and those big beautiful eyes were on him, sparkling as her mouth parted in a gummy smile big enough to rival his own. 

  Daddy came to rescue her from confinement. 

  “Hi, baby, good morning!” Eddie cooed, trying his best to excitedly whisper so as to not disturb you, but he couldn’t help it. He was still so thrilled—and fucking terrified—to be a dad, to have that cute face peering up at him every morning and waiting for him when he got home from work. She always looked at him like he was the greatest thing to walk the earth, always so delighted to see her daddy.

  Even though she’d start crying for you the moment you came into view—but you had an advantage he lacked, you always had her food on you. Her walking meal ticket.

  And Eddie couldn’t even blame her, he was a huge fan of your boobs and he’d even bet he appreciated them more than Penny. 

  Eddie reached into the crib, tugging the tucked in corner of the blanket out and as the blanket around her loosened, Penny’s arms shot up near her head, her tiny body arching as she stretched for a comically long period of time. Eddie chuckled, using it to his advantage, he slipped an arm behind her back and head with the other supporting her bottom as he picked her up, pressing a kiss to her head (and giving her hair a secret little sniff to get a whiff of that baby scent of hers).

  “Did you sleep good, honey?” He cradled her in one arm, tucked close to his chest as he carried her out of the room to start on breakfast. 

  Penny obviously didn’t answer, head resting against his collarbone.

  “Heard you woke up mom last night—well, early this morning, I guess—with boobie demands.”

  Eddie pulled the fridge open, hovering in front of it as he debated on its contents before selecting the cartridge of eggs.

  He didn’t want to put Penny down, happy to have her curled up in his arms, so a simple breakfast would have to do. A pan was pulled out, so was a little bit of cooking oil and soon Eddie was breaking the eggs out of the shell—angling his body to the side so Penny wasn’t at risk of possible oil splash back—and letting them cook.

  “You like eggs?” Eddie asked, stepping a little ways from the stove as he hitched her higher on his chest and held the eggshells out for her to see.

  She kicked her legs, a roll covered arm shakily reaching out towards the shells but Eddie kept them out of her reach.

  “Uh-uh, no sticky fingers for you, young lady.”

  The shells were tossed in the trash can but Penny didn’t care, twisting her upper so her chest was pressed to his. She gripped his shirt loosely in her chunky fist as she leaned forward and mouthed at his shoulder, effectively soaking the area with her drool before she began to suckle.

  “Jesus, you act like we starve you.” Eddie chuckled, reaching for a recently washed pacifier to pop into her mouth.

  She seemed to prefer it over his shirt, doing a full body sigh once she was suckling on it, with her need partially sated (eddie knew he had about fifteen minutes to wrap up breakfast before she realized nothing was coming from it and would start crying), Penny went back to cuddling into his chest. 

  She was starting to be a little more active—not sleeping as much as she did this time last month but for the most part, her movements were still unstable. She had good neck control (you’d had to pin Eddie down to keep him from picking her up when she’d immediately cry upon being put down for tummy time), she liked to kick her legs like she was about to take off for a marathon, but she still couldn’t quite hold things for long (unless it was hair or fingers) and had yet to roll over without you cheating and nudging her the rest of the way.

  Speaking of making Penny do things…

  Eddie lost to his intrusive thought, rearranging his hold on Penny so he was gently grasping her sides as he placed her feet on the counter. Immediately, she popped down to squat before shooting up again. And then she did it once more, getting comfortable with using her legs.

  She didn’t even seem to wonder why Eddie was making her stand, she was more focused on staring intensely at her own feet.

  Then Eddie made her jump, lifted her up and down and up and down, and when that got her smiling wide enough for her pacifier to fall out of her mouth, Eddie moved onto the cabinets.

  “Go, baby, go!” He turned her on her side, miming the motions of her chunky legs running over the top cabinets like some baby ninja and laughing at how big her smile managed to keep getting, her big eyes squinting with it.

  “What are you doing to my baby?” You asked as you emerged from the bedroom, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

  “She’s gonna be the next Karate Ki—hello.”

  Eddie couldn’t help himself, dark gaze trailing over your figure as you stood there, hair a wreck, no pants, oversized t-shirt—ooh, and a leaking nipple. 

  Eddie’s favorite. Yum.

  You followed his gaze, scoffing at the dark stain growing over your left boob, hand pressing against it to stop it as if you were applying pressure to a wound.

  “It heard her,” You pouted, lip stuck out and wobbling at him as you referenced your body’s response to the sound of your baby. Crying, giggling, whimpering—didn’t matter, your milk ducts went into overdrive, aware that your baby was conscious and could need a feeding. Her baby noises were like a trigger sequence.

  Eddie lifted Penny to his face, pressing fervent kisses into the chub of her cheeks, “Score for you, babe!”

  You rolled your eyes, completely, utterly fond and smitten over the interaction. He briefly abandoned the kitchen to hand her to you after you’d made yourself comfortable on the couch, ready to fall to his knees in adoration.

  You pulled the shirt over your breast, and despite trying to place your nipple in her mouth for her, Penny struggled to find it, mouthing greedily at your boob, her little head turning this way and that way but always missing the peak. 

  “Girl, it’s right there.” You laughed. Penny gave it like four more seconds of trying before her whimpers kicked in and you hurriedly managed to get her to latch, stopping the outburst.

  And just like that, Penny was content, making satisfied little squeaks as she nursed and stared up at you, pretending like she hadn’t been moments away from screaming her lungs out.

  And Eddie was distracted, solely focused on the two of you and how he wanted to roll around on the carpet because the cuteness aggression was almost unbearable. If this was how he would be spending every work-free morning for the rest of his life, he was ready to convert to being a morning person.

  Especially if those big sparkly eyes and that gummy smile would be staring up at him. GOD-she was so stinking cute. He wanted to smother her in his affection, but she was growing annoyed with Eddie all up in her face and squishing the chub she was accumulating. She even cried if he faked chewed on her chunky cheeks for too long.

  “What’s that smell?” You asked, snapping him out of his love stupor as you sniffed loudly.

  “FUCK!” Eddie bolted back to the kitchen, smoke surrounding the pan and what had once been edible eggs, “Hey, honey, what’s your opinion on extra crispy eggs? You a risk taker?”

“The answer to that is hurting my nipple right now.”

“Valid. That was a very fun risk.”

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[mayfieldsqueen]

Hi I was wondering if you could do blurb or imagine about the reader being like 7 or 8 months pregnant and Steve harrington is the dad and while she like cooking or something he comes up behind her and just holds the baby or stomach and holds the weight for her? Fluff please

lover (steve harrington x pregnant! reader)

summary: the request <3

word count: 457 (sorry its so short)

warnings: reader is pregnant, not proof read

A content sigh left your lips as you drank as glass of cold water, cooling you down immediately. You rubbed your belly, full of 7 months of baby, and smiled. You loved your baby, no matter how uncomfortably hot you became during your pregnancy. 

You placed the glass in the sink and moved around the kitchen, grabbing items to prepare dinner. A slow song played on the radio as you danced around, adding love to Steve’s favourite dish. 

As you mixed the flavours, you hummed along to the mix of songs that played, a memory popping into your head. The day you found out you were pregnant.

You had gone to your doctor feeling sick and unusual. He sat you down after taking tests and told you plain and simple, you were expecting. Tears burst from your eyes from happiness, excited to tell Steve. You thanked the doctor, drove home, and ran straight into the kitchen. Quickly, you cooked up a meal you knew he would love, knowing he would be home soon. 

You had found candles, lighting them around the table and dimmed the lights. He came through the door just as you were dishing up. Kissing you on the cheek, he appreciated your efforts and questioned the candles. You told him to wait until after dinner. 

Telling him was easy, he jumped up, dragged you out of your chair and placed the longest, most passionate kiss on your lips. He then dropped to his knees and kissed your belly over and over, on the verge of tears. 

The jingle of keys broke you from your daydream. Steve sighed deeply, kicking off his shoes after a long day. He snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your belly. 

“Hi, baby,” he whispered into your ear, placing a delicate kiss where the junction meets your neck, “how was your day?”

“Oh the usual, sweaty and waiting for you.” You turned your head to kiss him on the lips, humming happily. “Baby did a lot of kicking today, also wanted me to eat banana and whipped cream.” 

“Banana and whipped cream?” You nodded. “Sounds delicious. Speaking of delicious, what has spurred the making of this?”

“I just love you. So much.” 

“I love you too. Haven’t had this to eat in a while, looking forward to it.” He kissed your neck again, nuzzling his face in. His hands trailed to under your belly and lifted it. 

You moaned in relief, putting down your utensils. Leaning into him you sighed, “My god, I love when you do that.” 

“Let me finish the food, go sit down, feet up. I’ll bring it over.” 

“Mmm okay. But not just yet, hold me a little longer.”

“I’ll hold you forever.”

thank you for reading <33

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[smoosnoom]

honey-mouthed

“Do you want to go home?” He questions, leaning close and voice soft, and Will pauses, before nodding again. Mike lets out a breath, and lets his hand press against Will a little more firmly when he starts to sway in place again. “Okay, let’s go.”

Then he looks up and is met with smug faces, and Mike flushes when he realizes his own hypocrisy.

“I don’t talk like that,” Max recalls, voice high-pitched and overly girly and – Mike definitely doesn’t talk like that.

According to everyone in his life, Mike has a voice reserved just for Will. He tries to figure out what that says about him.

#HIII #its me agian #byler #byler fanction #byler fanfic #byler fic #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #thats it #im pretty sure #ok byebye #/moon #magic

[relocatedheads]

just thinking of Eddie n Steve putting reader in a chair and making her watch them fuck each other--

QUEUE THE BLURB!

maybe this is an idea that you guys have spoken about -> you watching Eddie and Steve, not being able to touch, but them having all the control still.

you come home from work one day, your in a bit of an airy mood - giggly laughs, swishing your hair around, staring off into space, there's a bounce to your step

the perfect mood for blushing and listening.

maybe Eddie comes over to get something out the cupboards, youre stood in the kitchen of the trailer making a hot drink.

Eddie leans into you, reaching for a cupboard above your head, pushing you into the counter ever so slightly.

already, you can feel the butterflies and the giggles creeping.

he moves his hand over your hip, to the bottom of your tummy, applying pressure, "Sorry dont wanna fall" he mumbles unable to find what he's looking for.

soon hes pushing himself into you also, wiggling his hips in small circles. stating something about not being able to find whatever hes looking for

at this point the hot drink is forgotten, youre holding the counter trying to keep your breaths level because obviously Eddie isn't trying to start anything and its your happy light mood getting crossed with horniness.

even though Eddie is horny 24/7 and could fuck like a rabbit given the go.

he moves his finger down under the waste band of your bottoms, the tips of them just brushing against your pubic hair line.

he sighs, you tip your head back, looking up to the cupboard, asking him what he is trying to find.

Eddie drops his head next to yours, mouth in your ear practically "You know, I keep thinking about our conversation the other day. Tying you in a chair, making you cum without touching you, making you cry over a viberator."

the most you could do was tense your tummy and hold a breath

Eddie's pulling you into him, giving a consent check and walking you off into his bedroom, calling Steve to come along

they get you in his desk chair

nothing but your underwear and a t-shirt on

Steves tying your ankles to the feet and Eddies typing your wrists behind your back

your heartbeat's through the roof in excitement

another content / comfort check done when they're finished: all greens

Ed gets the box out from his cupboard - small cardboard thing, full of private fun

a little familiar viberator

he rests it between your legs - not turning it on but the tension / action is enough for now

he turns to Steve, game time.

the two start kissing, its messy, its hungry, they've got a job to do but the side task of fucking each other is just as fun

the two usually decide who tops from this part of their evening alone

tonight it was Ed

Steves hands are in his hair, eddies are on Steves ass

they're just so lost in each other, grabbing whatever they can, humming, salivating on each other, bumping noses.

youre lost looking at them, squeezing your thighs but getting no movement or release

the stupid plastic between your legs was almost laughing at you already

horniness: 14 again, learning what sex was for the first time

Eddies pushing Steve onto the bed, dragging t-shirts off, moaning lightly when their body touch

Eddie breaks it off to kick their jeans off, he throws them across the room, and turns on your viberator

the lowest setting

there's a gasp from you

a kiss to your head and was cautious look "Be good, Bunny."

you were sure this wasn't gonna go well. you knew you were given full right to cum whenever, but you felt you weren't allowed

Eddie gave Steve a blow job first

his oral fixation and need for dramatics on show

kitten licks, gagging, closed eyes, comfy moans, tongue licking base to tip, lips smiling, dribble

Steve on the hand- a menace!

has eddies hair in pony tail, pulling and pushing. eyes locked on yours, smiling, rolling his eyes, panting... all at you

your head is rolling, your grinding softly, gasping and panting to yourself

"Look at us, Angel." Steve warns "Look at how good eddies working." "Ed shes such a mess, she loves you sucking my dick"

"what dirty little thing. Cum in mouth, sweetheart" - Eds

Steve pushed Ed so far onto him, the boys nose was lost in the patch of hairs that frame Steves dick.

Shoulders heaving, hands tightening on thighs, knuckles going white on hair, bottom lips disappearing, hips jumping.

"Please-please- wanna cum- please" your hips are rolling, arms straining the ropes

"You don't have to ask, go on then." Steves smiling at you. this is much hotter than he thought it'd be.

"I wanna hear you, Bunny." Eds giving himself time to breath before he's back down on Steve, making him cum in time with you.

Steves notorious for being loud - big house, no parents, only child. You - always too quiet, its by instinct, full house, younger siblings.

Steves moaning and grunting, pulling Eddies hair, "shit man, don't stop- come on- right there- fuck- shit"

"Okay-" your polite, "I'm so close- please- ah- coming- I'm coming-" your mumbling, already sounding like you could cry

Eddie gets up. hes a dog, so hes kissing Steve cum into your mouth to swallow. hands wondering tom turn the viberator up a level. 2 outta 3

you whine at the intensity, tummy going in, eyes squeezing shut, legs trying to close

they laugh, another comfy check in and round 2 is a go

oddly you can already feel the second orgasm building

youre already rolling your head back, mewling and whining to yourself

Steve and Eddie stop kissing at the sounds of you, "You're so desperate, we haven't done anything yet" - Eddie

"sorry" :( "feelings too much- good-" :( youre already huffy and mumbly

"Eds? wanna watch her cum?" - Steve

"with no help? dont think shes gone enough for that yet?" - Eds

"really? look at her. shes not even in the room anymore." - Steve

god they're <3 assholes <3

they sit at the foot of the bed, legs spread just watching you, idling stroking themselves.. or each other at times, just saying things to you

youre looking at them but you barely see them, your ears feel clogged, legs are aching from straining, your hearts racing

youre just whimpering, whining, mewling, begging "please- oh- plea- feels so good- I love it- love yous- love-"

"nobody's even touched you yet, Bunny. youre making such a pretty mess for us" - Eddie

"yeah- for- yous- you- yeh- please-"

they're pulling fake sad faces at you, "wanna cum?" your nodding ridiculously, "well were waiting for you" - Eddie

"or do you need us to do something? we can't even just relax and watch our darling? c'mon thought you were good" - Steve

the whine- Jesus. the boys nearly lost it. you'd whined like someone had taken candy off a baby.

"no-no-no- im good- so good- good for you- only you- good- please- can I- I wanna- close- please- I love yous- love- please- cum- close- im so good- ill be so good- always"

"I think shes gonna cry. look at us, Darling." - Steve "Oh look at them pretty watery eyes."

"c'mon Bunny, im getting impatient here." - Eddie

and with more random babbling, youre cumming again, more intense, shorter, but it takes more outta you, your heads tucked into your chest, backs arching, knees trying to meet, hands in fists. its a quiet orgasm - but the boys know they're the best ones

the rattling on your clit is almost a stabbing pain right now - the underwear guarding you from it was pointless

the feelings got you almost squealing along with the constant string of whines and mewls

"well done darling"

"your so good for us, bunny"

your clits almost numb feeling now.

the boys jump up giving you a kiss and another consent check, asking and then turning the viberator up to full -> 3 outa 3

you yelp, they laugh - typical

Steve give you a quick kiss on the head before Eddie pushes him to the bed

"C'mon big boy, wanna fuck you now" - eddie

Steves pushed ass up, on all 4s

the sight of Eddie just rubbing his fingers on Steves hole, steves eyes rolling and the small sighs -> your convinced you've wet the chair youre sat on

"Jesus- you're always so tight" eddies got a finger in, "shit- Bunny Steve might be tighter than you"

you mewled

"more eds" - steve

"oh- let me do this at my own pace-" ed shoved Steves shoulders down

there was a collective whine

after minutes of fingering Steve, Eddie spitting on his hole, handful of dirty sentences and you're on the brink of cumming again

youre whining, squealing almost, gasping

"keep em coming Bunny, I aint even fucked him yet." - ed

"ow I cant- its too much- I cant- cant- ed- please-"

a content check and its all a show -> you keep going

Eddie's got a condom on, he's holding Steve up, Steves gone: eyes closed, mouth hanging, cock dripping

Eddie does his usual: small shallow thrusts, a few slow deep ones, and the pace gets set

this has Steve howling almost - its been a while in his defence

"shit eds- i forgot how good you were" - Steve

"god youre both such sluts" - eds

the sight of it all, the sounds, the words: you literally couldn't see anymore. you were so into subspace

"look at her-" eddies forcing steve by his hair, "aint she so pretty? that cunt is soaking"

"shit Darling, how many times you cum? - steve

"3- I think" youre all out of breath, they just laugh at you

"greedy girl, well done" - steve

"think you can make it 4??" your nodding "Good but Bunny, wanna hear you."

"Y-yes- ow-" The intensity is killing you

Eddie begins to fuck into Steve: a hard deep pace

"Shit- fuck eds" They aren't moans but rather gasped laughs from Steve - not expecting Eddie to start so rough

"oh you can take it, ya big baby. fucked you harder than this before. Bunny seems to be liking it, so take it." - Eddie

"God you're an ass, you're lucky I wanna see her make a mess as much as you." - Steve

Youre just whining and whimpering, thrusting your hips, you can feel your slick pooling

the sounds of Eddie and Steve fucking and moan is driving you insane

uhohhh youre cumming again

"knew you could do it, well done Bunny, but Stevie still aint cum" - eddie

nnnnnooooww you're feeling it

youre sweaty, youre foggy, your brain could be mush an it'd be justified

you are practically sobbing now

"please- I- ahh- cant- I cant- please- Steve- ow- hmmm" - you

"you heard the woman, wanna give her a show?" - eddie

"God youre so dramatic-" - steve

regardless of their playful water, the two had their goals alined

Eddie fucked into Steve pointedly, and Steve rolled back into Eddie with just as much want and hunger

"you soaking, darling?" - steve

"yeah-" all of you could barely make out your voice

"Ah Eddie- do that again- felt so good-" Steve was joining you in that wobbly tone

"shit- you two sound so hot. got one more in you Bunny?" - eddie

the viberator on your clit was hurting now, but a numb sort of hurt

the small thrusts you were making were torture

"one Eddie- no more-" - you

"no more darling, want you to cum with me." - Steve

Eddie fucked into Steve rougher

Steve clenched around Eddie -> may have earned himself a slap for that

which only got you off more

"god- im close' - steve

"you do that again, im gonna cum in you-" - eddie

at the sound of that, you whined from the bottom of you tummy, head rolled back, eyes pinched shut, lip between your teeth, wrists pulling again the ropes

"shit- you sound amazing Bunny, such a slut for this aren't you?" Eddie grunted

you nodded, humming a yes, still looking up

"cum with us, Darling" - steve

all three of you, cumming in secession of each other

you -> Steve -> Eddie

god you could nearly breath - your body trued to fold in half, your lungs grew thick, the ropes burned, your eyes ent so hazy. so totally lost in your supspace.

the giggles of the boys were so faint, they felt like an angelic choir.

the vibrating on your clit stopped

you open your eyes, its Steve in-between you legs

you can feel something behind you -> Eddie undoing all the ropes

youre just sitting with a 50 yard stare, unable to float back in, lungs heaving

steves rubbing your knees, "such a good girl, aren't you?"

he kisses your cheek, but you dont feel it all too much

eddie's gone to get a cloth

Steve stands in front of your line of vision but you cant focus on him

"so so good. worked you a little too hard, didnt we?"

your eyes dart to him after a while, but he still knows you aint totally there

eddies back, cleaning in-between your legs

the feeling from being sensitive pins them together

eddies laughing, shh'ing you, slowly opening them again

Steves stood behind you, rubbing your shoulder whispering sweet nothings to you

oh so much praise is in the room

a kiss to you knee and eddies moving your hands to loop around his neck, he's pulling you up with him

you've got jelly legs

all your weight is on the boy

<33 they change your underwear for you <33

Eddie kisses your check, "I think its bedtime, huh?"

there's a slight nod from you, and your head nuzzled into his neck.

#this is so long #this is pure insanity #I loved writting this #it took so long #I kept getting distrated #but #she is here #Steve harrington #Eddie munson #steddie x reader #Steve and eddie #stranger things 4 #Eddie Munson fanction #Steve Harrington fanficiton #Steve Harrington blurb #Eddie Munson blurb #Joe keery #joesph quinn #Steve Harrington x reader #Eddie Munson x reader

[squigglebottom]

🩸Blood Of My Blood🩸

18+ Minors Stay Away!!!

Pairing: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Original Female Character

Warnings: Explicit, Swearing, Monsters.

Word Count: 3851

Chapter 4

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Eddie’s Trailer-Two Weeks Earlier

The trailer was in disarray. The living room split in two and destroyed, although Eddie's room remained untouched. It was nightfall, hours after the gang went over to help Wayne gather up his things and he allowed everyone to go into Eddie's room and take what they wanted. There was nothing left. The walls were bare, the floor cleaned, and the drawers emptied. It was as if Eddie was never there, except his energy and memories. The gang agreed that Layla not come since it would ruin her. Steve picked out everything he could, things he knew she would want. Yet, that was the thing with Eddie and Layla's relationship...everything had meaning...even something as trivial as a sock had great significance. It wasn't just a sock, it was Eddie's and therefore nothing was meaningless. The trailer park was quiet, most residents up and left especially with a huge gaping, flaming, smoke billowing crater running through the ground. The silence was brought to a halt as something pierced through the crater. A simple hand poked out of the ground reaching for anything to grab. The other hand came out helping to pull up the body of the creature that seemed to crawl out of the Underworld. Once it had completely escape the crevice, it took a long pause before rising to its feet. It's tattered clothes barely clung to it's tenuous form, the presence of dried blood running down it's mouth, and red eyes that searched the area as if it were a newborn first discovering the world. It was hungry and needed to feed.

Then it heard a voice...it was soft, lyrical, yet sad. The pain behind those words resonated with the creature. It was familiar and comforting, it needed help. It kept calling for a name...Eddie. Who is Eddie? Why does that name sound familiar? The creature needed to find the voice, to ask it why it was so sad. He was led to a deep forest where the voice was heard the loudest. He could hear other voices and knew people were around, beings that were not like him. The creature grew cautious and hid in the trees to observe from afar. Out came one of the humans, a male with floppy brown hair.

"Layla! Come on! We need to get to the doctors! Something is obviously wrong with you. Just do it for me? Please?"

The male was followed, apparently in protest, by a female with fair skin and long yellow hair. The creature stared at the female with a longing it had no idea why it was there.

"Fine! I think it's stupid as hell because I'm better now, but if it will shut you up I'll go!"

Her voice...it sounded like...yes...that's it! She is the sad voice...the one calling out to an Eddie.

Eddie...Layla...why are these two names meaningful?

Then like a flash, memories of the female came pouring into the creatures mind. Her lips on his, her smile, her hands in his hair...he could feel them....they were...memories.

"I was Eddie...I am Eddie."

He was back as if no time had passed at all. The last four years came rushing back, their last night, the Upside Down...his death. The memories of what happened after he was attacked played over again in his mind.

The screams and cries of the love of his life calling out his name while he laid passed out from blood loss. He couldn't move, he couldn't call out to her, touch her.

Hours passed as Eddie laid there inches away from death, till he saw him. The grotesque, skinless creature that was Vecna. He approached Eddie's dying body as he said, "You fought bravely, that was not expected. It was a valiant effort even though it was pointless. I could use soldiers as loyal as you. I can give a power that no one could match. We could conquer the world above and destroy them one by one. All you have to do, is pledge fealty to me and I can save you from death.

Eddie was ready to die, he had already made the choice when he had Steve promise to take care of Layla. "Oh God...Layla...she will never forgive me for going back on the plan and leaving her." Eddie thought. He concentrated only on her, trying to sense if she was near. "No. I can't die. I can't leave her. I need to get to her...and if lying to this creepy fuckwad will let me see her again..."

"I'll do it." Eddie said out loud. "I'll follow and obey you, Vecna. It's about time I be on the winning side and show those townies what a real monster is."

Vecna placed his slender claws on Eddie's face, he's eyes closed and concentrating, stopping Eddie's heart. As quickly as he was killed, did he wake up gasping for air. Vecna had vanished leaving Eddie all alone. A hunger ripped inside him as the demobats came charging once more. Eddie's mouth opened wide producing eight large, razor sharp fangs backed with a roar that could rumble a mountain. His reflexes were fast ripping every bat in half mid air with his elongated claws, several he grabbed and fed on their flesh. The blood...oh God the blood. It was fire, life, and ecstasy rolled up into one juicy liquid. Once they were all defeated, Eddie gained his composure.

He needed to get out of here, he wasn't supposed to be here yet couldn't remember why. He walked around the Upside Down for what felt like forever looking for any way to get out, until one day he found a familiar looking structure with a broad crater inside. This was the way out, he was sure of it.

Eddie had watched Layla and Steve drive away and wanted to follow them but knew he should remain where he was...for now. How was he going to explain what had happened, that he had indeed died but was resurrected after making a false promise to Vecna...all just to see the love of his life again? He had to come up with a plan, a way to get Layla back, and defeat Vecna once and for all.

"I'lI march this road

I'lI climb this hill

Upon my knees

If I have to

I'lI take my place

Upon this stage

I'lI wait 'til the end of time

For you like everybody else"- I Still Believe by Tim Capello

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"What do you mean you just let her walk away?" exclaimed Dustin "She's extremely fragile physically and emotionally...she shouldn't be left alone and yet you just let her go! Layla could be anywhere now! We need to go find her!"

"Ok I'm sorry! I figured she'd needed time alone to think about everything. She's pregnant with Eddie's baby...it's a lot to process. I was giving her space." Steve yelled back.

"What she needs is her friends and family to help and support her Steve! She's very vulnerable right now I'm sure and shouldn't be walking the streets with God knows what monsters or angry townies running around!"

"Ok fine! Let's drive around and look for her!"

Layla walked all over town before deciding to head back towards Steve's once it was starting to get dark. The woods behind his house was not the best place to travel alone but at this point all her cares were gone.

"Pregnant?" She thought. "Im actually pregnant with...Eddie's baby. The baby he will never meet, the baby that will never know it's father. Im going to be all alone. How can I live my life with this baby that will more than likely look exactly like Eddie. This tiny human staring back at me with big brown eyes...his eyes. Ugh...fuck what am I supposed to do?"

While barely just ending their teenage years, Eddie and Layla had been together for four years and reaching adulthood the usual questions were sometimes asked. Where's this relationship going? Are we getting married one day? Are we going to have a family? Will we stay in this small town or move to the big city? Eddie liked to joke of Layla being barefoot and pregnant carrying their own little metalhead yet an actual serious conversation about children never came up...at least not until their last night.

"He even said he'd marry me..." A smile crept on her face as Layla thought about how Eddie would "metal up" his wedding tux, whether he'd pull his curly mane back to look formal, or if Corroded Coffin would be the house band. Damn...being Mrs. Eddie Munson would've been a whirlwind. That dream would never come though...now that he was no longer here. Would Layla ever love again? Probably not. She'd most likely marry Steve just to keep up appearances and give the baby a stable home life...something Eddie never had. Just as these thoughts popped up did Layla get to the part of the woods where she and Eddie spent their last night. Nothing had changed yet everything looked different...felt different. Tears began to well in her eyes as Layla dropped to the ground. Sobbing while she grabbed hold of the leaves and dirt.

"What am I supposed to do? Why'd you have to leave me? I can't do this by myself! Eddie..."

As soon as she uttered his name, there was a loud crack and rustling behind the trees. Layla snapped out of it looking around for the source of the noise. She stood up quickly with the intention to run if need be. Just as her breathing slowed down, a noise came again from behind the trees. She snapped her head to the right and was greeted by two bright red eyes. Without hesitation, Layla ran out of the woods towards Steve's house.

Dustin, Steve, and the gang started walking out of his house heading towards the cars, discussing where they should start looking first.

"I think if one of us heads into town, we can look around there...maybe stop to talk to Hopper because then he can put out an APB and that way we can cover more ground." Nancy instructed.

"Then where should we go?"

"I think you guys should head around the neighbourhoods, Steve. Since you both were already in town perhaps-" Nancy was cut off by Layla's screams.

"STEVE!! STEVE!! Get everyone inside now!!"

"Layla! Omg!!" Steve ran up to her and grabbed her tightly.

"Oh my god, baby, I didn't know where you were! We were all so worried and about to send out a search party. Are you ok? Are you hurt? Hows the baby?"

"Im fine Steve...I'm fine! We need to get everyone inside now!! Please come on let's go!"

"What are you talking about? There's nothing out here..."

"Yes there is!! I was walking back from town through the woods and I stopped for a second...and...I thought I heard what sounded like someone walking around me behind the trees. Then I brushed it off...and it happened again." Layla was visibly shaken recounting the event. "I turned around...and there were these eyes...these bright glowing red eyes! It's in the woods Steve it's coming after me!! We got to get inside!!"

"Whoa! Whoa! Ok calm down! Babe there is nothing in the woods! My whole life here and I've only ever seen deer, raccoons, and rabbits out here but nothing dangerous. Maybe you were imagining it or...I don't know hallucinating."

Layla made a confused look at Steve, shaking her head.

"I'm pregnant not Schizophrenic, Steve! I didn't imagine it! Now come on let's go!"

They continued to fight back and forth while part of the gang began to go back inside Steve's house when they heard a loud noise and the tree tops starting to move.

Boom!

"Umm guys...what is that?" Erika said looking concerned.

"What is what?"

"Well, Steve, if you two wouldn't have been arguing about stupid shit and paid attention...you would've heard that loud ass noise and noticed the damn trees are moving!"

"Jesus, Erika lighten up!"

"Shut up, Lucas!"

Boom!

The gang jumped as they heard the noise again and watched the trees move on their own.

"What's moving the trees??" asked Mike.

"It's got to be something really big to be able to move the top of a tree." said Dustin. "El...Will...do you feel anything?"

They both shook their heads no as Will added "I feel something but it's very faint...not strong like The Mindflayer which is really the only thing I can think of that would be big enough to move a tree."

Layla looks at everyone in disbelief. "Why are we all just standing here out in the open where we are easy targets?? We need to get inside now! Let's go! Come-"

BOOM!

This was the loudest sound yet...and it was right behind Layla. She froze in place, too frightened to move. She looked up slowly to see everyone staring with wide eyes...but they weren't looking at her...they were looking behind her.

The whole gang looked in shock, mouthing "omg" and "holy shit" collectively. Then the creature behind her began to speak, "Hello there, Princess."

She couldn't breathe. She stood there shaking. Slowly, Layla turned around to see the last thing she could've ever imagined would be standing right behind her.

Her eyes were huge with tears pooling down her face as she looked into the eyes...the big brown doe eyes of the only man she ever loved.

"Eddie..."

His clothes were tattered, his Hellfire shirt ripped in half, his jeans with added holes, curly mane more unruly than normal, and his vest, jacket, and bandana all missing. His attire wasn't as shocking as anyone else's was after a trip back from the Upside Down. What was concerning and most noticeable was that not only was there dried blood running down his chin and neck...but his injuries where the Demobats bit him...they were...gone. Not healed, not scarred...but gone as if they never existed. Then it hit her...this was exactly how Eddie looked in her dream...right before his eyes turned red, fangs bared, and he started to attack her. "Wait! Red eyes! Those were Eddie's eyes!"

"Hey baby." Eddie smirked reaching out to hug Layla.

She jumped back, slipped and fell, and ran to Steve.

Eddie looked confused, "Lays, what's wrong? What are you doing?"

"Stay back Eddie! Stay the fuck back! I know what you are!"

"What are you talking about? Aren't you happy to see me? Baby, I've been trying to find you...to get back to you. Just come to me."

Eddie walked closer as Layla quickly retreated behind Steve.

"Just leave Eddie!! I know what you...your not good! Everyone needs to get inside Steve make everyone go inside! He's going to hurt people!"

"What? Ok you know damn well Eddie wouldn't harm a fly, Layla, what is wrong with you?" Asked Steve.

Layla looked around wondering why no one was budging.

"Why are you all just standing here? Eddie died! We all saw his lifeless body and your not even questioning why or how he's come back?"

Eyes darted back and forth at each other contemplating what Layla was saying. Eddie looked at no one but her, his expression turning angry and feeling betrayed.

"Why are you turning against me? You were the first person to believe I didn't hurt Chrissy...now your standing there, hiding behind Steve like I'm....like the monster this damn town has made me out to be?"

"You are a monster! I saw you! In my dreams I saw you! You looked exactly like you do now and you were fighting and killing the Demobats with your bare hands. You looked at me...your eyes were red and soulless as you came after me trying to kill me!"

"Layla, you told me that was a dream...dreams aren't real baby."

" Then why does he look exactly like in my unreal dream Steve? I don't know how else to explain this!" Just then Layla had a memory of Eddie's last campaign. He had her look over it (the only person who was ever allowed to touch his D and D notebook) to make sure it sounded good. She read a name of a character she'd never heard of and asked Eddie about it. He went into great detail about him to which Layla found him very intriguing. Then it hit her...how would the boys understand who Eddie is now if not referencing D and D. Every other baddie's name that came their way was directly from the game.

"That's it...he's Kas."

"What?" the boys said not hearing her clear enough through her whispers.

"He's Kas! Boys! He's Kas! Eddie is Kas!!"

Eddie knew the jig was up and there was no need to pretend anymore.

The boys and Erika started to run back into the house while everyone else stood around wondering who the hell Kas was.

"Well...since you seem to know so much my love...why don't you explain to the fine ladies and gentlemen who aren't members of Hellfire who the fuck Kas is...or...I'm sorry...I guess that's me...who I am darling?"

"Kas was turned by Vecna and is his highest ranking soldier...basically his right hand man."

"Turned? Turned into what?" asked Jonathan, Nancy, and Robin.

"Into a...vampire."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Oh for fucks sake you've got to be kidding me. A vampire? Ok, Lays you've officially lost it. I think this baby has really messed up your brain."

Layla closed her eyes and sighed as Eddie's mouth dropped.

"Baby? What baby?"

"Smooth move, Dingus." Whispered Robin.

Eddie stared into Layla's eyes.

"What baby? Lays...what is he talking about?"

"Eddie I'm...I'm pregnant. I just found out today. I'd been sick for weeks so I went to the Doctor and...yah...I'm pregnant. It happened the last night we were together."

Eddie's eyes began to water as a smile began to form.

"Oh my god. I can't believe it. We're gonna have a baby?"

Layla smiled and nodded yes. She lowered her guard feeling like she could trust Eddie by how happy he looked and started to think that perhaps he wasn't the monster she claimed he was. As she moved forward, Steve realised what she was doing and quickly grabbed her.

"Steve what the hell? Let me go!"

"You just said five minutes ago he was a monster and now your walking towards him?"

"Perhaps I was wrong...I mean it's Eddie...I don't think he'd hurt me."

"Steve!" Dustin yelled out as he threw Steve's spiked bat towards him. Steve grabbed it off the ground and pushed Layla to the right as Jonathan caught her.

"Get everyone inside!" Steve raised his bat ready to attack.

"Really, Steve? Is the bat really necessary. I'm not going to hurt you guys!"

"Oh yah?? How do we know that? What if she's right? What if you are Kas? Then your loyal to Vecna!"

"Put down the bat Steve! Put it down or I'll take it!"

As Eddie reached for the bat, Steve swung at him. With a swift motion to quick for humans to see, Eddie dodged the bat, grabbed it out of Steve's hands, threw it to the ground, and slammed Steve up against the house. Screams were heard by the party. Eddie's brown eyes turned bright red, his fingers turned into long claws, his teeth grew into fangs, and two mighty black wings came protruding out of his back.

Layla looked in horror as she realised she was right all along. Her boyfriend, the love of her life, and the father of her child had indeed turned into an undead monster. Robin ran inside to the kids as Jonathan grabbed up Layla.

"Step away from him, Eddie or I will shoot!" Nancy yelled with her shot gun in hand.

Eddie looked at Nancy and started to charge. She fired her weapon and it sent Eddie flying back. Steve quickly grabbed his bat and all were finally back in the house. Eddie came to and sat back up as he dug out the bullet. The wound healed quickly, "Well, that's convenient."

He got up and ran towards the door. Once he reached the threshold, it was if he ran into a cement wall. The gang screamed as they saw Eddie get knocked back once more. Getting up he tried again and again but wasn't able to get into the house.

"He has to be invited in!" Dustin exclaimed "In vampire lore, they cannot enter a house if the owner doesn't invite them in. If Eddie really is a vampire, he can't come inside!"

Eddie transformed back into his original form, "And since Mommy and Daddy went bye bye...I guess that makes you the owner Harrington! Now...let me inside!"

"Oh please I'm not that stupid Eddie. Your ass is staying outside."

"Fine! Then just give me Layla. She's all I want. I'll never come back here again...I just want Layla."

"Your not getting her, Munson! We don't fully know what you are and who your loyal to. Your not getting her!"

Just then, Layla got up and walked towards the door.

"What are you doing? Get back-"

"Steve! It's ok...I just want to talk."

She looked Eddie straight in the eye. Even though he was technically a monster, his eyes were still kind. Layla may had been leery at first due mostly to shock, was now certain that Eddie would not harm her or anyone.

"Eddie...I'm sorry I doubted you. I'm sure you felt betrayed and I'm truly sorry. I was just in such shock and scared when I first saw you. I actually thought you were going to hurt me....but our love is strong...too strong and I feel can overcome any obstacle. I've missed you so much. My life since you died...it was no life at all. I'd given anything to have you back...and this is my chance...I'm not wasting it being afraid."

Eddie smiled as Layla continued, "Remember how we decided to move in together once you graduated and we're trying to look for places...but then Steve said we could just live here because this place is so big?"

"Yes, of course Princess. We had a room already picked out."

"Well, I was never sure when you were going to graduate...but I wanted to be prepared and ready to go once you did. So one day, Steve and I went to get my name on the lease so I could be part owner and we were going to add you after your graduated."

Steve popped his head up realising what was about to happen.

"So Eddie..."

"Layla no!"

"...won't you come in?"

#eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie x oc #steddie #eddie munson x oc #fanction #original story #joseph quinn #fanfiction #joe keery

[marsinthealps]

"Why must you laugh at my pain? This is serious guys! I lied to Wayne, and if he finds out I lied about having a boyfriend he will never let me live it down."

"Why can’t you just ask out some guy, shouldn't be too hard." Steve questions.

"Yes Steve, you’re so right, it shouldn't be too hard for an accused murderer to find someone. Especially a GAY accused murderer looking for someone in bumfuck, Indiana, what could be the harm in trying?" He speaks through gritted teeth.

Steve simply raises his hands in a "surrender" motion and moves to rewind the recently returned tapes.

Robin cuts into the conversation, her Thinking Face on full display.

"Right... so why not just take Steve?"

"Uh-...what-"

Very eloquent, Harrington.

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Inspired by a post I saw on Tumblr, user @remnostrum

#steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve has a crush on eddie munson #stranger things #fake dating #fanction

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Not me out here writing my 6th Steddie fic in a matter of like 2 weeks. And 5 of them definitely aren’t porn. No, sir. Not in this house.

#steddie fanfiction #steddie brainrot #writing #fanction #Steddie #babygirl steve harrington #steve harrington/eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

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For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter Fifteen - Renegade

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (Kat Ramsay), sequel to Foolin’

Summary: Kat uncovers more to Vecna’s mystery. While the group is reluctant to keep her in the loop, her and Eddie’s patience wear thin as they continue their fugitive lifestyle.

Warnings: established relationship, mentions of alcohol, swearing, fluff if you squint

Word count: 2.9k

Chapter song: Renegade by Styx

Tag list: @munchabunch​ @madaboutmunson​ @michele131​ @riffcrusader​ @prettyboyeddiemunson​ @literarypeachtea​

“Does it… have eyes?” Eddie asked.

“What?” Kat gave him a dumbfounded look. “What a waste of a question! Of course it does. I told you, it’s an animal.”

Eddie shrugged, his shoulders bumping Kat’s as they were both sitting upside down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. “Well, how was I supposed to know you weren’t trying to trick me? Coulda been a sea cucumber for all I know,” he grumbled. “Hmm, does its eyes work well?”

“Work well? Ugh, Eddie…” Kat sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “No. No, its eyes do not work… well.”

“I got it, I got it! A bat. You were thinking of a bat. Oh, oh! Of course! Because Ozzy was playing when we started this. Ha! I’m on to you, Ramsay,” Eddie gloated, but looked over at Kat expectantly, waiting for her impending comeback. “...R-Ramsay? Uh… Kat?”

Kat had swung her legs off the couch and curled up into a ball, pushing her head into Eddie’s shoulder. 

“Okay, come on, Kat. Talk to me. What is happening?”

Even in the fading sunlight, Eddie could see her eyes darting rapidly back and forth as if she were in a deep sleep. Her eyes remained closed as she reached up a finger to Eddie’s mouth to shut him up. She needed the quiet as she tried to figure out why her senses were being overloaded this time.

The hairs on her neck started to stand up. Instantly she cloaked herself as best she could. It was as if there was this insurmountable source of energy being used somewhere off in the distance. She didn’t understand it yet, but she could feel it. Like a hand pressing through the tightest plastic in hopes of breaking it. 

Something was trying to get through. And that something had to be Vecna.

“I think I’m understanding more now. It’s him. He’s– he’s trying to break through. Use our… our energy…”

“Holy shit. What the hell is happening right now?”

Kat could sense there was a swirling of energies. She honed in on the one that felt most familiar.

The next thing she knew, she was standing in a cemetery. 

“Where the hell…” she started to whisper to herself, but then she saw a bright blue jacket in the distance. Even in the nightfallen place she somehow ended up in, she could see red hair pulled into a simple ponytail.

“Max… No, no!”

Whoever Max was talking to no longer looked human. The figure loomed over her. Movement of thick, rope-like muscles was the only thing that made the creature stand out amongst the darkness. Then music started to surround Kat.

Kat slammed herself back into her body. “It’s Red. He’s going after her,” Kat said abruptly.

Scrambling for footing, she crawled her way to her feet. “Walkie! Where’s the Walkie Dustin left?” she shrieked.

“It– It– It’s over there with the bag!” Eddie stuttered as he panicked.

“What did you do just now? Why are you over there?” Kat demanded as she held the Walkie, having finally managed to get ahold of it.

“The music. I just turned up the music. I didn’t know– It usually calms you down!”

“Dustin! Dustin! Um… Code red? We have a code red!” Kat called out into the device. “God damn it, Dustin! This is an emergency!”

“Yeah, well, Kat, sorry, but I’m a little busy with my own Code Red!” Dustin yelled over the Walkie.

“I KNOW! Listen to me! Max. She needs music! You have to play her music!”

“We know! Nancy and Robin figured it out after they went to see Victor Creel. She has Kate Bush blasting her ears as we speak! Wait how’d–”

“I could feel it happening. Look, there’s like a massive amount of energy trying to break through. I was almost pulled into Max’s nightmare world. Music has been the only thing that has kept all the shit surrounding Vecna that happens to me at bay. Just make sure she’s alright, ok? If anyone is gonna fight this son of a bitch, it’s her.”

There was a slight pause. Kat gave Eddie a worried look before Dustin’s voice rang throughout the room. “She’s down! She’s back! It worked!”

“Don’t let her out of your sight.”

“Not planning on it, over and out.”

“So… we’re fucked. We’re so fucked!” Eddie laughed, breaking the silence.

“Red’s a fighter. She won’t like this asshole win. Look, Vecna didn’t see me. Apparently my cloaking ability is interdimensional? This time… I wasn’t in pain this time. I think it was too overwhelming for my body before. Like, I didn’t understand it. It’s like… I don’t even know how to describe it. I can feel this… like this intense amount of energy stretching, or bleeding into ours. And when I realized it was Max… I got sucked into her vision. But you pulled me out.”

“So now… you’re… what? Psychically connected to Vecna?” 

“I… I think so?”

“Well, isn’t that just great!”

“But I mean, we already knew this.”

“No. No. Not like this. We didn’t know it was this strong. Babe, it’s not just some ‘knowing’ sense now. You can feel beyond what he’s doing. You can go straight to him. You found him on your own this time. He didn’t even know you were there. Why? Because–”

“Because he didn’t want me to know. He didn’t want me to see this one,” Kat whispered.

“Precisely. You had visions during the other ones, right?”

“Yeah. He always knew I was there. This time though… he would have said something to me as soon as he realized I was there. He would have had me trapped there somehow. I just know it.”

“But… you’re sure he didn’t… uh, sense you?”

“No. I’m never sure,” Kat said with a sad, distant voice.

– – – – – – – – – 

Despite it being the end of March, the sun was shining down on Hawkins. Its rays made the spring day feel warmer than it actually was. Kat took the opportunity to go outside, needing the fresh air. It had still been less than a handful of days they had been hiding out at Rick’s, but it still felt suffocating.

Closing her eyes, she looked up towards the sun. Focused on her breathing and the warmth dancing on her face, she hid herself in case there were any onlookers. She tried to feel out the energy around her. All was quiet, but… Underneath it all she could feel that it was only a matter of time before something happened. He was waiting. It felt like the calm before the storm.

Inside, Eddie took it upon himself to scour for food. He opened drawers. Their contents rattled within them when he slammed them shut. “Nope,” he commented aloud. 

He opened a cabinet. Eyes scanning for something, anything edible. 

“Yeah,” he snorted. “You’ll do.” He reached for a can of Spaghettios with Franks. 

Kat rushed in, having spotted a pair of fishermen out on the lake. While they didn’t see her, they did see the door clang shut behind her. That one minor detail slipped her mind.

“Careful by the windows. There’s a couple of dudes fishing,” she warned as she plopped on the couch.

“Gotcha,” Eddie responded as he ignited the gas stove. He placed a pan on the flame and dumped the opened can into it.

Soon he handed a bowl to Kat. “A breakfast fit for a champion,” he said.

“Oh, it even has those hotdogs in it. Munson, you didn’t tell me we were getting the gourmet fugitive treatment today!”

“Just saving the best for last. Because, uh, that’s literally the last can of anything in this place.”

“Maybe Dustin’ll get us more canned goods this time?” Kat suggested.

“Mhm, yeah, if he picks up,” Eddie said out of the side of his mouth as he chewed. 

He grabbed the pan he was eating out of and went to the living room to grab the Walkie off the coffee table. “Hey, Dustin, this is Eddie the Banished. You there?” he said walking back to where Kat was eating quietly.

Only static could be heard coming from the Walkie.

“Dustin, can you hear me?” Eddie tried again. “Dustin… Earth to Dustin…” he called out in a voice that was just shy of singsongy. 

“Hey, it’s Nancy,” she said, finally cutting through the static. Eddie and Kat jumped at the sudden response, but he was on it, switching hands the Walkie was in to get a better grip on it.

“Wheeler! Hey! Um, we’re gonna need a food delivery like, really soon, unless you want us going out into the world.”

“No. No, no, no. Don’t do that. Just stay where you are and we’ll be there as soon as we can.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Listen, um, can you pick me up a six-pack? I know it’s probably stupid as shit drinking right now, but, uh, a cold beer would really calm my jangled nerves.” Eddie glanced over at Kat nervously.

“Hey! If you get a six-pack I want a nip of Jack!” Kat said with an angry pout.

“And Kat the Sorceress wants a nip of Jack,” Eddie quickly added before Nancy responded.

“Hey… I’m gonna have to call you back,” Nancy abruptly said into the static.

“No, don’t you dar– Wheeler? Wheeler?” Eddie pleaded desperately into the handheld device. “God damn it.”

“And she didn’t even tell us how Max is doing,” Kat huffed. She put her dish in the sink and walked over to Eddie, holding out her hand. “Bandana, please?” she asked.

“Who are you gonna look for now?” Eddie questioned as he handed it to her.

“I wanna know how Max is doing. So I’m gonna find out,” she stated simply.

It didn’t take Kat long before she saw Max sitting at a kitchen table. “She’s listening to her Walkman and drawing…” Kat informed Eddie. “Nancy just sat down next to her.”

“Is this what you saw last night?” Nancy asked Max.

“I mean, it’s supposed to be. I thought it would be easier to draw it out than to explain it, but… not so much.”

“Is that…”

“It’s like they were on display. And there was this red fog everywhere,” Max explained.

“Oh my god… she’s drawing what she saw. When she was there… when she was… with him. He… he has the bodies on display. Chrissy’s… body…” Kat shared. She started to get choked up at the end, but that quickly turned to anger.

“Do you think Vecna’s just trying to scare you?” Nancy asked Max.

“With Billy? Yeah. But, when I made it here… I dunno. He seemed surprised, almost. Like he didn’t want me there.”

“Maybe you infiltrated his mind. He invaded your mind, right? Is it that big of a leap to suggest you somehow wound up in his?” Dustin chimed in.

“Holy shit. Dustin thinks Max somehow ended up in Vecna’s mind. I don’t… I don’t think he’s far off,” Kat relayed.

“What if you somehow unlocked a backdoor to Vecna’s world? Like, maybe the answer we’re looking for is somewhere in this incredibly vague drawing,” Dustin theorized as he analyzed one of Max’s drawings.

Nancy titled her head as she also began to analyze everything laid out in front of her. “Is this a window?” she asked.

“Nancy’s figuring something out… Max drew pictures and I think Nancy knows what she’s looking at? She’s folding papers and, I dunno, it’s like Max drew a puzzle.” Kat grabbed the bandana and took it off her eyes to look at Eddie. “She said it was Victor Creel’s house? Isn’t that who Nancy and Robin went to see yesterday?”

“Oh… Oh! Holy shit! Mhm, yep. Alright, so Victor Creel basically, like, killed his whole family. Mutilated them. I guess he’s in Pennhurst, got in on some insanity plea. Which, like, if you asked me, how could someone like that not be insane? Wait, no, it wasn’t his whole family. I think it was his wife and… daughter? Yeah. They were, uh, killed. The son, I think the son was in a coma or something and then he died,” Eddie explained.

“No. no. There’s no way he died.”

“I mean, there’s a pretty good chance. This dude, like, took out his family’s eyes and then, like, broke all their bones or… some… shit…” Eddie’s voice slowed as what he just said fully sunk in.

“So, like, what Vecna did to Chrissy? And that other kid? And is trying to do to Max?” Kat asked matter of factly. “Max said Vecna didn’t want her there. Why is this place, this house, so special to him? We were never told about 001. We were told he died. He didn’t exist, because Brenner lied. It’s all he did to us. You think the Creel boy actually died? Nope, I bet you anything that boy grew up to be 001.”

Eddie just sat there in astonishment as Kat grabbed the Walkie and started to speak into it.

“Guys, hey, it’s Kat. You guys need to pick up.”

“Hey, Kat, we’ll–” someone started to say but Kat quickly interrupted them.

“You need to look into the Creel boy. Eddie just gave me the rundown on the murders. They had to have faked his death. Brenner told us 001 had died, but clearly he was hiding a ticking time bomb in plain sight.”

“How did you…?”

“I wanted an update on how Max was doing so I went and looked and then overheard… Well, oversaw Nancy solving the Creel House puzzle. Ya know, since she just ended her chat with Eddie and then never called us back,” Kat scoffed.

“Sorry, Kat, we’re just on a bit of a time crunch. We’re going to check out the Creel house now so we’ll update you when we drop off your food, okay?” Dustin said.

“Yeah, fine. Just don’t forget I can help you guys with this.”

“We haven’t, just sit tight,” Dustin said, ending their conversation.

“As if there's anything else for us to do!” Kat muttered to Eddie. “Is it wrong of me to feel like they should be involving me more? I mean, hello, I’m literally one of the ones who sent Vecna into the Upside Down first and helped open the first fucking gate!”

“I don’t know why they wouldn’t just take you with them and leave me here.”

“Oh my god, Eddie,” Kat scoffed as she rolled her eyes. “Because one, I’m not leaving you here by yourself, not because you can’t fend for yourself, but because I love you. And two, I can’t keep using my shielding power 24/7 and risk them being seen with me.”

Eddie only sighed.

“They all know how to reach out to us. It’s easy. They should be updating us more. Bottom line,” she said as she crossed her arms.

“You think we should, uh, wait out the rest of the day in the boat house or something? In case someone gets too close?”

“Yeah, probably a good idea. People know you were close with Rick, right?”

“Unfortunately…”

“So only a matter of time before some idiot comes snooping.”

Eddie put the pan he was eating out of on the stove. He attached the Walkie to his belt and then grabbed Kat’s hand, who was holding it out for him. Together, they peeked through the curtains to make sure the coast was clear. Just in case, Kat still shielded them as they quickly trotted over to the boathouse.

Once inside, they sat on the ground in a corner where they couldn’t be seen. Kat seated herself right next to Eddie so they were shoulder to shoulder. Lacing her fingers with Eddie’s, she leaned her head on his shoulder. He let out a defeated sigh as he rubbed the side of her hand with his thumb.

“I’m thinking of a number… between, um, one and a hundred,” Eddie announced, breaking the silence.

Kat just groaned. “Thirty three?” she suggested.

“Nope,” he said triumphantly with his curls danced around his face as he shook his head.

– – – – – – – – – 

The  sun’s job for the day was almost done. Slowly, the shadows were growing. To entertain themselves, Eddie and Kat started to toss nuts and bolts into an empty can. The only object of their game being to pass the time.

Eddie tossed one in, it clattered into the can. At this point, they couldn’t even be excited about making the shot.

Then, they heard the sound of a vehicle approaching.

“Finally,” Kat murmured.

Eddie, being closest to the window, peaked his eyes above its sill just enough to see, to confirm this was their long-awaited food delivery.

No sooner did his eyes register that the car that had parked wasn’t a maroon BMW, but a black Jeep Chereokee, did he duck down and look at Kat. He didn’t say anything, but he got back up to peer out of the window again just in time to see three of their peers exit the vehicle, make-shift weapons in hand.

“What? Eddie! Who is it!?” Kat furiously whispered.

“Jason. And he brought some friends,” Eddie gulped.

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[stevesharrlngtons]

44 & 45 with Robin 👀 -B

is that my shirt? 

it wasn’t that you and robin were a secret. you weren’t ashamed, you weren’t embarrassed, your relationship just wasn’t something you advertised. neither of you were over fond of pda, you more so showed affection in the overly sappy looks variety. adoring looks, admiring compliments and sweet nothings, which could be missed by someone with an untrained eye. and unsurprisingly, steve harrington was that someone. 

you often visited robin at work, trading playful jabs and flirty comments. and after the starcourt malls demise, you continued your visits at her new job. while the video store held less ice cream and more calm solace than scoops ahoey, they had one thing in common. a very sweet and incredibly naive steve.

anytime you would stop by to see robin, steve was always there, pulling out all the stops he could to get you to notice him. he was always puffing out his chest, showing off his signature smile and pouring on the charm whenever possible. you were surprised that after steve and robin had become friends, she still hadn’t mentioned that you were her girlfriend. when you asked why, she couldn’t keep the devilish smile off her face. 

“i’ll tell him eventually. it’s just too much fun to see him strike out with you every time.”   

so, you played along. humoring your evil girlfriend as she cackled in the background when steve would offer to show you all the new releases for the hundredth time. 

while robin was sufficiently enjoying the game, you were starting to feel bad. steve was a sweet guy, who you had really come to like. you didn’t want him to be the butt of the joke anymore. so, you started doing your best to be painfully obvious when you came into the video store. gravitating toward robin, flirting with her loud and clear, letting your fingers trail sweetly up her arm when you talked to her at the counter. but, poor steve, he still hadn’t caught on. 

“lookin’ good, (y/l/n).” steve announced one afternoon as you came through the glass doors. 

“thanks, steve. robin around?” you asked as you approached the counter. 

“think she just went on break, but if you need help, i gotcha’ya.” he grinned. 

god, if you were straight, you were sure steve would have won you over ages ago.

“thanks, but no thanks, harrington. just waitin’ on robin.” you replied charmingly. you were sure that was part of the reason steve kept trying with you, but it just wasn’t in your blood to be callous, especially to him. 

“then i can keep you company till she gets back?” he prompted with so much hope. you were so close to just telling him, but you didn’t want to embarrass him. 

“why not. show me through the new releases again.” steve beamed back at you.

when steve was explaining porky’s revenge, reading the back of the vhs, robin walked into the isle. 

“what are you doing now, dingus?” robin sighed overdramatically. 

“walking (y/n) through this cinematic masterpiece.”  steve shook the tape at her. 

“oh, i’m sure she’s loving it.” robin replied and leaned against the movie rack. 

“she was until you showed up.” 

“is that so, loser?” 

“eh! play nice, you two.” you scolded, giving robin a glare. 

she just rolled her eyes. 

“well, anyways...” steve resumed talking. 

your eyes drifted to robin while he talked, who was already staring at you. her eyes were devouring you in a way that made your stomach do flips and knees buckle. you felt your cheeks heat up as your girlfriend continued to eye fuck you three feet away from someone. you did your best to engage with steve, but robin was too distracting. 

when your eyes darted back to her once more, she smirked. 

“is that my shirt?” she mouthed. 

you licked your lips and gave her a one shouldered shrug. you had worn her shirt in hopes that steve would notice he’d seen it on his coworker before and put two and two together. it wasn’t your fault that robin caught on first, her eyes darkening seductively.  

“is that my shirt, (y/l/n)?” robin said loud enough to drown out steve’s voice. 

you blanched and you looked at your top. you stammered as you felt both steve and robin’s eyes on you. you would have hoped she would have been more subtle in her attempts to point out the shirt swap to steve, but robin was always a little too blunt for her own good. 

“oh, uh, this? this, uh, yeah i guess it is.” 

“really? i like it, it’s cute. looks ten times better on you than it does on this one.” steve threw his thumb over his shoulder pointing at a cheeky looking robin. 

seriously, somehow, he still hadn’t caught on. 

“gotta agree with you there, harrington. it does look better on her. bet it looks better off her, too. wait, i know it does.” 

you choked on residual spit in your throat and steve turned to face your girlfriend. 

“what do you mean?” he asked, eyes wide like an innocent newborn. 

“well, i should getting gone. i mean-! i should be get going. or-um, yeah.” you scrambled, turning on your heel, not caring about your clunky exit. 

“see ya later!” robin called after you, grin evident in her voice. 

“now harrington, i think we need to have a chat about the birds and the bees. or the bees and the bees, whatever animal are the women in that metaphor.” 

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[bird-in-a-cage]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Carol Perkins, Tommy Hagan, Benny Hammond, Neil Hargrove, Susan Hargrove, Steve Harrington's Parents Additional Tags: Angst, Nightmares, Comfort, Drinking, References to Drugs, Smoking, Eventual Happy Ending, Alternate Universe, Period-Typical Homophobia, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, anger issues, Steve would love cop shows and you can't tell me otherwise, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary: Billy flicked the butt of his cigarette against the ground and stubbed it out with his soaked boot. Like hell he was about to unload his life on this guy.

“No story. Just need some cash.”

Benny just nodded, almost as if that’s what he expected to hear. He was already half through his cigarette. “Well, grab an apron off the door tomorrow if you’re coming back, it’ll help keep you dry.” He twisted off the glowing end and put the other half back in the pack. “Welcome to Harrington's dish boy.”

Chapter Summary: They both knew this was coming. Billy wasn’t shy talking about his great escape. He knew Steve had ties, more emotional than physical these days, and knew first hand it was hard and downright scary to leave what you’ve always known behind. He didn’t exactly expect Steve to leave the mansion totally empty just like that, maybe with a note pinned to the fridge for whenever his parents next came home, ‘Gone west, love ya never!’, but he expected something. 

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Here it is, complete! Thank you to everyone who’s read, left and comment or a kudos. It’s been a huge confidence boost. This is the first thing I’ve written, just in general, in ten years, and it feels nice to be back doing it. Certainly helps that this is a pretty chill fandom full of super creative people.

Anyway, enjoy!

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[dangeroushyun]

Zen X drug addict MC (TW/NSFW)

Angsty and dramtic as hell!  TW- Mention of drug addiction and misuse. If you’re small and innocent do not read this lolol. This is my first fanction so please be nice! Check my masterlist :)

“Babe! I’m home!”

Fuck. Shit. 

“H...Hey Hyun!” You frantically yell, sweeping the remaining white powder into it’s little plastic bag. His footsteps approach your shared bedroom, as you hurriedly shove the bag into the sock draw.

“How was your day?” He says, as his arms snake around your waist lovingly. 

Desperately trying to present yourself as sober, you detangle yourself from his grasp. 

“Yes! I feel great. You?” Clumsily you stutter out. Your bemusing response, combined with your jittery movements were an instant cause for concern for your white-haired lover. His face falls. Oh fuck.

“Why are you so anxious?” He dwells aloud. He was immediately assuming the worst. Had you been unfaithful? Had someone hurt you? Maybe you’d read a mean article online?

Tears prick your eyes, as you bite the inside of your cheek. 

Your breathing becomes unsteady, as your sharp intakes break up the silence looming in the air. 

“Babe?” Hyun’s usually bright tone is gone, replaced by a heart-wrenching whisper. 

And that’s when it clicks.

“You’re not… using again are you?” His voice breaks. “MC?”

More silence follows. You’re so off your head, it’s impossible to fathom a response. Even if you weren’t on coke, how the fuck do you explain youself? You’d promised. You’d told him that was all in the past- you’d come to Korea for a fresh start, away from your dark history of endless partying and thrill-chasing. 

And that was the truth... up until recently. Seeing your talented, drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend achieve his life dreams, while you sat in his shadow, desperately trying to gain even an inch of understanding of your life’s purpose...well, it was hard. Unbearable, even. Everything felt wrong. You have no place in this world. You’re dreamless, living without ambition, surrounded by talented and successful friends, who are all so put together. 

The only way to feel anything is cocaine. 

Muffled sobs break up your dissociation. How long have we been here?

After a few seconds, you look up from your lap. And that’s when you realise- the sobbing wasn’t his. It was yours. How long had you been crying?

“I can’t lose you...MC, please answer me.” 

His loving red eyes pierce through you. It breaks you inside. You’ve caused so much pain...so much suffering. All because of your self-destructive tendencies.

“I’m sorry.” You hiccup. “Never again, I...I promise.” You say, edging closer to him and placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek. 

“How long has this been going on?” He says, failing to reciprocate your affection. 

MC...you’ve fucked it all up. He hates you now.

“A...a month. Maybe five weeks, I... I don’t know. But I am so, so, SO sorry.” You ramble. 

He’d never seen you like this before. Desperation covered every inch of your face. You were well and truly broken. It made him feel desolate; it scared him a little bit too. Even in such a heavily conservative country, Hyun was no stranger to drugs. His rebellious phase led him to do all sorts of regretful things...but never like this. His memories of drugs were happy, energetic, and exciting nights with friends. 

Not alone in a dimly lit room, mid-afternoon, shaking and sobbing.

“Let’s just cuddle babe…” He sighs. “We’ll discuss this when you’re sober”

He engulfs you in a hug, as you lie down together. His breath on the back of your neck stimulates your senses, making you more passionate by the minute. 

“You’re not going to leave me, are you Hyun? Please...please promise me. I can’t live without you. I just can’t go on like this. Hyun, I’ll start going to therapy. I’ll do anything. Please just don’t leave me. Please don’t leave!” You pathetically cry into his chest. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think. I understand this might fuck things up for your career, so I’ll stop now. For good. I was doing so well, please… please forgive me...” You continue. 

“Babe…” Hyun sighs. Oh fuck. MC you fucking idiot!

“Never again ok?” He says, rubbing reassuring circlers into your back. “We’ll get through this together.”

Relief rushes over you, and you drift into sleep listening to his heartbeat.

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[queenimmadolla]

a little something from the vault. enjoy a little dad!eddie munson x mom!reader and their baby who knows her parents aren’t slick. from the pennyverse, of course. hope you like it :) ♡

You’re peaking your head out of the small kitchen, watching with a fond smile and a full heart as Eddie stretches out on the couch. In his arms, resting on his chest, is your angel of a baby girl. A few months old and developing a funny little personality. That personality does not enjoy napping. 

Penny’s got an extreme case of FOMO; can’t shut those big beautiful, brown eyes of hers if anyone else is awake or existing without her. Hence why your husband is pretending to sleep, though his hand maintains a steady patting rhythm on the baby’s back.

You can tell Penny is tired, rubbing her face with her balled up hands and into Eddie’s shirt out of frustration. Her curls all mussed up from the displays of agitation and from her dad’s fingers combing through the soft tufts over and over again (he can’t help himself, she’s much too cute and her hair is ridiculously soft). After every single little wiggle she does to fight off sleep, she goes real still and cranes her head up to stare at Eddie, who immediately drops his head back onto the pillow, eyelids flying shut. 

Eddie even adds in a few loud, cartoon snores and memememes which have you fighting to control your giggles.

Penny’s stare is unwavering though and you can’t prove it, but you’re positive that even as a baby—she does not trust either you or Eddie to actually be sleeping while putting her down for her naps (you’ve caved a few times—it wasn’t your fault though, whenever you tried the fake sleeping bit, she’d cry to purposely ‘wake’ you up).

Her stare lasts a few moments longer and you can see the twitch of Eddie’s lips, he’s fighting not to smile. Luck is on his side, Penny’s head lulls and then shakes as she once more tries to keep sleep at bay, rubbing her cute little face and those chubby cheeks into her daddy’s shirt.

Eddie makes the mistake of peaking an eye open too early—Penny stills and her head snaps up to catch him and you don’t bother to hide your laugh at his groan as she begins to whimper, having caught on to her daddy’s trick.

“Shhh, sweet pea, please. Close those pretty eyes.” He begs, fingers gently stroking over Penny’s eyelids to close them, and Eddie holds his fingers in place, hoping when he retracts them, her lids will stay closed.

Her eyes snap open the moment he pulls his fingers away and Eddie repeats the gesture, gently dragging her eyelids closed again as she whimpers, “No, you keep those watery eyes closed and to yourself, young lady.”

It’s an empty threat, Eddie’s already readjusting her as he sits up, shooting you a playful glare as he spots you. His next sentence is still directed at the baby in his arms, “You can’t keep getting away with this.”

Penny just whimpers and whines louder as she becomes more fussy, wiggling in her dad’s arms.

“Oh, yeah. You’re not getting out of this one, you are in desperate need of a na-AAHHH! AHHH! HELP! HELP!” Eddie yelps as Penny grasps onto his hair, pulling it with all her might. She can’t even crawl yet, and somehow, she’s got the strength of Hercules in that chunky, dimpled little fist. Eddie’s head is yanked to the side and he’s positive some of his hair will remain in her fist after he gets her to release him.

“Ow, ow—little help here, baby!” He calls out to you and you’re laughing the entire time as you pad over, taking her wrist into one hand as you gently pry her little fingers open. It’s a bit of a challenge, you get one little piggy to release its ironhold, and the moment you move onto the next, she clenches it back into place. 

When you’re down to her pinky, Penny immediately lunges for the curls dangling over Eddie’s other shoulder, and he doesn't grab her other wrist quick enough to stop her, “OH MY GOD, YOU CUTE LITTLE DEMON! Stop it! Release me at once!”

“Hey—she was part of your sperm count.” You can’t stop giggling and Eddie doesn’t look all that amused as he winces when Penny gives a particularly harsh tug on the hair in her other fist, still whimpering.

“I’m acutely aware—ow—that’s why I called her a cute demon—ahah, get it?—OW. Insider knowledge—ow! Okay, that’s it. You are taking this nap whether you like it or not now, you’ve just made this personal.”

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[mayfieldsqueen]

i hope i never lose you, hope it never ends (eddie munson x reader)

summary: eddie loves you and reminisces on your time together

word count: 751

warnings: wrote it very fast so could be very bad

remember: reblogs are so helpful and incredibly appreciated <3

Thursday nights meant date night. This Thursday was no different. Eddie had taken you for a picnic under the stars; the van door opened enough so you could see but not so much you were cold. Although, he had piles of fluffy blankets for if you did. A mixtape of a variety of genres played quietly as you ate. Eddie was no cook, but you loved the assortment of foods. 

After eating, you snuggled up to him and stared up at the sky. He named the constellations, albeit incorrectly, and you nodded lazily, too tired to correct him. The weight of his arm across your shoulders grounded you. The bliss of sleep overtook you and your eyes fluttered closed against him. 

Eddie felt you slump further into him and he looked at you, now silent. Warmth spread through his body at the sight of you, lips slightly parted and eyelashes grazing your cheeks. His fingers fiddled with your shirt- well, his shirt - pulling you closer and kissing your temple. He adjusted his breathing to yours as he wondered how lucky he was to have you. 

You had met at the store, smashing into each other as you turned a corner. Both of you dropped the contents of your shopping on the floor. You cursed at the floor and snapped your head up to yell at him but froze at the sight of him. His messy hair framed his face that wore an apologetic look, brown eyes wide and doe-like. Immediately, you apologised profusely and blamed yourself to which he refused. He helped pick up your items and carry them around. 

After that, you seemed to see him everywhere. At the gas station, around the town and, to your surprise, The Hideout. Your friends had dragged you out to see some ‘free live music’. Once there, you sat a few tables away from the stage, drinking and chatting. 

A band called Corroded Coffin was introduced and you turned your attention to the stage to see him. Ripped skinny jeans and a Metallica crop top complimented the tattoos that littered his arms. He rocked the stage, constantly watching and winking at you. Practiced fingers danced across the strings of his guitar, head banging along to the tune. 

You ran to greet him after their set, ignoring the protests of your friends. 

“Hello again,” he said, smiling at you. A beautiful sight you wanted to burn into your memory. 

“Hi. That was- wow.” You inhaled deeply. “Just wow.” 

He laughed and dipped his head, “Thank you. You know, I don’t think I ever caught your name. I’m Eddie.”

“Eddie,” you whispered, smiling softly. You told him your name and noticed a hair out of place. You reached your hand out to move it with a, “Let me just, there you go.”

“Thanks.” He was beaming at you. Fiddling with his hands he took a step forwards and exhaled. “How would you like to go out sometime? You know, since we keep seeing each other around. Must be fate or something.”

“Yeah! Yeah, I would love that.”

“Yeah? Okay, great! How’s, uh, how’s Thursday?”

“Thursday’s great.”

Eddie sighed at the memory, hand now stroking up and down your arm. He slid down so you were lying down and tucked you under his chin. Your scent reminded him of home, of peace. You were his rock, his eye of the storm ready to hold his hand as you ran through the other side. Nothing about him worried you, and you made sure he knew it. 

Any insecurities he felt about deserving you melted away with a kiss or a hand running through his hair. You knew him and his needs more than anyone else in his life, and he knew yours. His eyes welled as he kissed your hair. 

You stirred in his arms and put your chin on his chest, facing him with a lazy smile. 

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi.” Your smile dropped as your saw tears falling down his cheeks. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he said, huffing out a laugh. “I just love you so so much.”

Your face twisted into one of pure adoration. “I love you too.”

“Good,” he joked. He pulled you impossibly closer and kissed you deeply. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

“I don’t know about the stay like this part, you’ll get a cramp.” 

“Oh, shut up.” 

You kissed him again, hand snaking into his soft locks. “We’ll definitely be forever, though.”

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[pearlsparable-archive]

completelyungood replied to your post: Hey guys, it’s me, your friendly neighborhood...

honestly at this point I look at potc 5 as a loose, ooc interpretation of canon fanfic that somehow became a movie?? one can only imagine what we would’ve gotten had the original writers been on board :<

A couple things:

1) Calling DMTNT a fanfic movie is an insult to some amazingly written fanctions that I've seen over on A03 and FF.N 2) Okay, point one sounds kind of bad, but I'm super not trying to insult anyone who saw and did like DMTNT. I'm not trying to insult anyone who liked to movie so much that they now RP someone from it. The movie had good potential, and Civil War showed that you can take multiple characters and have a story line for each of them and do it well. This movie, to me, did not do that. And in regards to what they did with my son, Jack Sparrow, I didn't like it. Maybe my expectations were too high. 3) The original writers did write a screenplay. It took place partially in New Orleans and the villian was Angelica and would have tied up the loose ends that On Stranger Tides left hanging, such as Angelica on a stranded island. With a working voodoo doll of Jack. But there were Concerns about there being a Female Villian, and so it was scraped for the movie we now have.

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[queenimmadolla]

𝐃𝐚𝐝!𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐌𝐨𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 (don't have to read but you'll want to) (𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐭)

“No, that’s too gentle.” You advise Eddie, crisscross on the cushion next to him as you watch him gently pat your days-old baby’s back. You’d just nursed Penny—and cried because it hurt—so you’d handed her over to her dad to burp, except he wasn’t doing much burping.

  “I don’t wanna hurt her.” Eddie frowns. He has Penny on his lap, facing you while one hand rests over her entire torso, thumb and index fingers framing her face to keep her up right in burping position.

  “Well, it’s gonna hurt her if she doesn’t burp.” 

  Truthfully, you hate that she has to burp because she’s already falling asleep, lids drooping over those big eyes and you know the second she gets the gas out, she’ll be awake.

  Eddie knows you’re right and sighs, patting a little more firm, though he maintains a pained wince. He’s not remotely hurting her but this is his baby. The two of you made her, practically from scratch! Penny’s a tiny little thing, so soft and delicate and wrinkly. And she smells good! She’s the most precious thing that’s ever been his and the thought of harming her and making her even remotely uncomfortable causes him great distress.

  Then, blissfully, Penny belches. 

  It’s tiny and soft, sounds a little similar to her hiccups but it’s distinct.

  Eddie grins wildly at you, a burst of pride flowering in his chest and you beam right back at him. Every accomplishment as new parents with each other feels like winning the Nobel Prize.

  “’Atta girl.” Eddie adjusts his hold on Penny, making sure her little head and neck are supported as he lifts her up, keeping her hovering over him, “Bet my baby’s feeling so much bet-AGUH!”

  Eddie’s sentence is cut off on a gag and you gasp, hands flying over your mouth as Penny throws up, the cream colored stream of it trailing across the spit up rag over Eddie’s shoulder, all over the front of his t-shirt and across the lower half of his face. . .and into his mouth.

  You don’t even have time to voice your shock when Eddie vomits, bits of it landing on Penny’s onesie, his shirt and plaid pajama pants.

  There was only one thing to do.

  Your laughter rings out, and it’s hard. The kind that will have your sides aching as Penny stares up her dad with drooping eyelids, ready to go back to sleep as if nothing had happened, as if she and her dad aren’t covered in each other’s vomit, while Eddie stares at her in complete shock and utter disbelief.

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[queenimmadolla]

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲

(dad!eddie munson x mom!reader)

Summary: . . . You and your kids wake Eddie up with a surprise for Father's Day. warnings: fluff and Eddie being down bad for Reader 🤭, implications of baby making.

word count: 2k

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“'Shhh', mama?” Your four year old asked as she trailed behind you in the hallway.

  “Yeah, we have to be quiet so you can wake daddy up with a surprise.” You were trying not to make too much noise with the flowers, wrapped in apparently the world’s loudest brown paper, hitching your nine-month old up higher on your hip.

  Thank goodness neither of your kids were in a fussy mood, especially considering you’d gotten them up early after the terrible night before. Wayne had a new tooth coming in, he was absolutely miserable and your poor baby made sure to let everyone know. He’d been wailing most of the night and Eddie took it upon himself to soothe him, rubbing some baby friendly orajel along his gums, massaging them with fingers dipped in cool water, and offering frozen teething rings and plenty of comfort in the form of nonstop cuddles.

  He hadn’t joined you in bed until the early hours of the morning, which worked out perfectly. Eddie had been dead asleep when you got up, squishing a pillow you’d planted in place of yourself to his chest.

  Next came getting the kids ready, which was also surprisingly easy. Penny was pliant with sleep, letting you dress her without whining (she kept trying to lean forward so she could rest on you and go back to sleep—it was the cutest thing) and your baby was still soothed by Eddie’s remedies, letting out content coos as you changed his diaper and also got him ready.

  After a quick trip to a music store downtown (and by quick you meant 45 minutes, Penny took delicate care in picking out another final gift for her daddy and told you not to rush her every time you’d ask her to hurry) and a stop at the flower shop, you arrived back home and it looked like Eddie still hadn’t stirred, which gave you time to make breakfast.

  You’d sat Waynie in his high chair, gave him some cut up pieces of banana to gnaw on—which he did so as aggressively as possible—and went about making pancakes, eggs and bacon (which Eddie liked to devour until he felt ill).

  Penny was of course your little helper, sitting on your lap while you assisted her with whisking the eggs in a bowl for Waynie’s scrambled eggs, and then perched on your hip to help you flip the pancakes. She’d insisted that Eddie’s pancakes all be heart shaped and you loved the idea, so after a couple of failed ones that would be on your plate, you eventually got it down and she wrapped her arms tightly around you in a hug for it.

  Once breakfast was plated and the table was set, you gathered Wayne and the flowers while Penny carried Eddie’s decoy gift towards your bedroom.

  Quietly, you opened the door and peaked in, smiling  at Eddie’s sleeping form.

  “Okay, let’s go wake him up. Shh.” You propped the door open for Penny to slip in before you and she grinned up at you, using her free hand to hold her finger to her lips, she’d be quiet.

  She set the rectangular box on the end of the bed and then climbed on top while you sat Wayne down on the bed.

  He was just starting to crawl, so he very shakily made his way towards Eddie—face planting quite a few times but it didn’t deter your baby.

  Penny looked back at you for confirmation and you nodded in encouragement. That was all the permission she needed.

  “Daddy! Daddy, wake up! It’s daddy’s day! Wakey, wakey!” 

  She poked and prodded at his side when he groaned and shifted onto his back, eyes squinting open. That wasn’t good enough for her, she moved to sit on him and Wayne finally reached him, using his dad’s shoulder to prop himself up enough to sit back on his bum while he let out a happy shriek, chunky little palms slapping eagerly at his dad’s face to do the trick.

  Eddie made a face, nose scrunching up but you could see the smile curling on his lips, dimples appearing.

  “Okay, okay! I’m awake! Stop the assault!” 

  Penny laughed as he sat up, which almost sent her sprawling on the bed but she caught herself on his leg. Eddie tutted, that wouldn’t do.

  Eddie reached out and pushed her off of him and she laughed hysterically as she bounced against the mattress which made the two of you chuckle. For some reason your daughter loved to rough house with him. 

  Penny didn’t stay down for long, quickly crawling back up to lay down along the side of his pillow and Eddie turned his head to look at her after he’d gathered Wayne and sat him on his chest.

  “Happy Fodder’s Day, daddy. You aw the best daddy in the whole wide everywhere.” She whispered to him, very seriously, and he leaned in to give her a smacking kiss on the nose.

  “Thank you, baby.” His voice was raspy but you could detect the emotion under it. Eddie was so gonna choke up.

  “You wanna give him his present?” You prompted her, and Eddie’s head darted in your direction, grin widening at the sight of you in his favorite dress.

  “Oh, yeah!” Penny scurried to the end of the bed and knee-crawled back to Eddie, hands outstretched to offer him the rectangular box.

  “What’s this?” He asked, tucking Wayne into his side so he could grab the box.

  “You gots to open it, daddy.” Penny demanded, eagerly leaning in to stare at the box while he did.

  “Sorry,” you both traded looks of amusement before he took off the lid and moved the tissue paper aside to reveal a new guitar strap; black and decorated with crossbone skulls. “This is for me?”

  “Yeah!” Penny nodded her head ecstatically. “Mommy lemme pickeded it out!”

  “Thank you so much, little pretty one.” Eddie moved his hand to the back of his daughter’s curly little head to bring it in so he could press a kiss to her forehead, then he turned to the baby at his side. “And you, too!”

  He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the sweet smelling curls on his baby’s head. In return, Waynie started gnawing on his arm.

  You sat on the side of the bed and pulled him away from Eddie’s arm. Your son looked at you, affronted,  like you’d committed the ultimate crime until you held a pacifier to his lips. He eagerly gobbled it up and relaxed back against Eddie, once more content as he suckled.

  “Penny, do you wanna go get the other thing?”

  “Wha─?” She looked at you, confused for only a moment before her big brown eyes lit up. “YES, YES, YES!”

  Penny quickly climbed off the bed and ran to her room, where you’d hidden it.

  “What are you up to, trouble?” Eddie asked and you turned your head away from the doorway to find him looking at you, sleepy eyes clouded with love and affection as he reached a hand out to stroke along your exposed thigh.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

  “You’re trying to make me cry again, aren’t you?”

  “Not me, no way. No how.” 

  “I GOS IT, MOMMY!” Penny ran back in, chin raised to peak over the box she carried. It wasn’t too heavy for her, just big.

  She brought it over to you and you handed it to Eddie before pulling her up onto your lap as you watched him unbox it.

  “I wonder what it could b—.” Eddie’s mouth parted just slightly as he pulled a small amp from the box. It wasn’t just any amp. It was an amp you’d sneakily picked up from the music store last week—he had a ton of amps sprawled around the apartment but Eddie’s favorite portable one had recently gone out on him. 

  The amp itself would have been a fantastic gift alone, but you’d taken a few extra steps to personalize it for him. You’d painted the black amp with a solid red background and then let Penny and Wayne paint whatever they wanted on it. 

  Penny had gone all out, making sure to paint her family holding hands on it, along with plenty of depictions of her dad, one of which was him wearing a cape because he was her hero and since Wayne was too little to use a paintbrush, his little hand and foot prints were on it. 

  On one of the sides was your initials (last name replaced with an ‘M’ to represent the Munson name you’d taken on when you’d married him) + EM 4Ever, tucked into a heart with Cupid’s bow shot through it. 

  “SUPISE! D’ya like it, daddy? I drews on it, and it got Waynie’s feets and hans.” Penny looked so proud of herself, smile nearly taking up her entire face.

  Eddie sniffled and you hid your grin in Penny’s hair. You got him.

  He licked his lips and cleared his throat to try and keep himself together but you could see the shine in his eyes when he raised them.

  “I love it so much, baby girl.” He choked out, holding Wayne a little tighter to his side.

  “You wanna give daddy a hug?” You whispered into her ear and she crawled off your lap to throw herself at Eddie, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

  Eddie was careful to make sure Penny didn’t squish Wayne as he held her to his chest, eyes squeezing shut and his freehand cradling the back of her head.

  “I luh you, daddy.” Penny mumbled, resting her cheek on his shoulder.

  “I love you, pretty Penny.” He pressed a multitude of kisses to her curls as he basked in the moment before his eyes shot open and over to you. “What are you doing all the way over there? Get over here and give me some love.”

  You affectionately rolled your eyes before you complied, lifting Wayne out of his arms and into yours to take his place tucked into Eddie’s side. Eddie demanded kisses the moment you were near, and because you loved him, you ignored his god awful morning breath and let him have his way.

  His lips remained pressed to your temple, an arm slipped around your waist so he could lift the skirt of your dress, fingers tracing the words I love you along your thigh as Penny explained all her paintings in great, excessive detail.

  Later, when you were all at the table eating the breakfast you and Penny had made, Eddie could barely get a bite in without staring at you. Wayne was in your arms, face pressed against your breast as he nursed (always did it before he ate solids), while Penny babbled to you about how fun cooking with you had been and how yummy it was as you helped her scoop up her food on her little fork.

  Eddie knew Father’s Day was a day meant to celebrate him and essentially all the other fathers of the world, but he’d much rather appreciate you. You’d given him Penny and Wayne; his sweet (usually) little girl and his baby boy. Without you, he wouldn’t be able to be a part of this day, really.

  Eventually, you felt the weight of his stare and looked up at him, gaze inquisitive.

  “What?” 

  He just huffed out a gentle laugh, brown eyes warm and making a certain feeling stir in your belly, “Nothing. Thank you. For them.”

  Eddie nods towards Wayne and Penny.

  “Well, you definitely played a part in getting them here.” You mused, reaching a hand out to stroke over Penny’s curls. 

  Sure, you made them but it wouldn’t have been possible had Eddie not finished inside of you on a regular basis. 

  When you looked back at him, Eddie was smirking, his eyes were heavily lidded and darkening–his bedroom eyes. The warmth in them was simmering into something much more intense as he leered at you with absolutely no shame. Lustful.

  You could feel yourself heating up, bashful nature hitting you full force as he nearly ate you alive with his gaze alone. You knew what was coming next, what he was about to say.

  “Wanna make another one during nap time?”

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