#but he won't hear him because Eddie was too slow too fucking slow

[buckttommy]

One thing that was very interesting to me in this episode is the way Eddie was just... not joking about Buck's love interests.

That stuck out.

Usually when Eddie talks to Buck about his love interests, it's with an edge of fond exasperation, teasing laced around his gently delivered truths, but there was none of that this episode. Buck told Eddie he went to see Natalia and it was like something switched. Eddie's entire affect changed when Buck started talking about Natalia. He went from being loose and easy (as loose and easy as one can get when standing at a grave) to being... not combative, necessarily, but visibly actively not wanting to engage in conversation about her either, and it's not...

It's not even jealousy!! We joke a lot about Eddie and jealousy, but it wasn't that at all. It was a fatigue that comes with silence, that comes with holding your tongue, that comes with keeping secrets. Especially when Buck said that he feels like Natalia sees him. That look Eddie gave him immediately after? That was pure hurt. That was him saying I see you too, I've always seen you. But he can't say that. He can't say that, because to say that would be to say so many other things about the way he sees Buck, and to say so many other things would mean to have to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth about the ONE thing he's been holding onto ever since he was shot.

I don't know. I don't know, but I think Eddie taking Buck on a date and I think about how Eddie left his son—his heart—in Buck's care so they could bake cookies together (which becomes profoundly more significant in an episode where Christopher was talking about baking smores with his mom), and I think about Kenny saying Ryan has been doing some very nuanced work in the back half of this season, I'm like

Oh. Oh. I see it, thank you. Loud and clear.

#Before 5B I was like 'Eddie's pining era Eddie's pining era WHEN?' #but babes we are right in the thick of it. It's in his eyes. It's in his smile. It's in the way he looks Buck #in the way he treats him. In the way he creates space for his confusion for his fatigue for his grief. #In the way he shows quiet support and a stern shoulder to lean upon #In the way he doesn't burden Buck with his own feelings (even though that's mostly selfish on his part because #no part of Eddie will ever be a burden on Buck but Eddie doesn't know that yet) #It's just. Eddie's feelings for Buck are literally in *everything* he says and everything he does #It bleeds from him just like his blood did on that street. #If everything about Buck/Eddie's lives have been shrouded by the shooting since it happened #everything about their lives has *also* been shrouded by Eddie's enormous and unflinching love for him #and he keeps holding his breath and swallowing it down and putting off the moment where he pulls back the lid #and it all spills out and before he knows it... before he knows it #it's going to be too late. And instead of his blood staining the street it's going to be Buck's and he's going to tell him #but he won't hear him because Eddie was too slow too fucking slow #(did we all peep the watch on his wrist? Yeah. Time is running out Eddie. Time is running out and it is not going to #wait for fear to release its hold on you. Buck's not going to cheat death again. Don't waste time babe) #Anyways. Yeah. YEAH. Yeah....... whew. This episode was a Lot #jack.txt #tv: 911 #911: 06 x 15 #911 spoilers

[bettyfrommars]

I'm on Fire

biker!eddie x fem!artist!reader

Part 17: A creature of love, I can't be tamed

masterlist playlist

18+ONLY, series typical violence, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex with someone other than Eddie and reader, hate-fucking (consensual), oral (m receiving), sexual harassment, biker!steve, biker!billy, protective!eddie, rocker!nancy

word count: 6.4k

songs: I Hate Myself for Loving You by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts, Wild Child by W.A.S.P. and Cinnamon Girl by Type O Negative

The second half of your first night back at the Velvet Hammer heats up with Eddie on stage, Charlene on the premises with Billy, and Steve working through his emotions in a moment of carnal desire.

authors note: It has felt so good to get back to writing this story, I missed our biker boys so much. It will probably be another week or two until the next part, but you won't have to wait too long. Thank you for your patience, I love you.

There came the sound of shrill feedback from the stage, and the drummer twisted his stick around his fingers before clapping the high hat. You took your break and met Eddie over by the carpeted hallway.  The two of you huddled together, out of view from the front half of the bar, including Charlene and Billy.  

“What’s Steve going to do?” You hushed, feeling the familiar anxiety rise inside of you that someone might get hurt again.  

“Nothing for now,” Eddie exhaled.  You put your hand on his chest, and he held it there. “You let me worry about Steve and Charlene, you have enough to do.  I won’t let anything go sideways in here tonight.”

You told him about what you’d just learned from Shana, about Charlene being part owner of the Velvet Hammer, and he gave a slow blink, dragging out a long, ragged breath.  “Why does that not surprise me,” you could almost hear the wheels in his brain turning. “She can’t have this place, it’s ours,” he growled, walking you down the hall and clanking open the heavy metal back door to the alley.  

“But,” you started.  Eddie pulled a pack of smokes out of his front pocket and sparked a flame from his zippo to light the end.  “Isn’t it too late for that? It sounds like she already took it?”

You held two fingers like you were making a peace sign for Eddie to pass you a smoke and he raised his eyebrow at you curiously.  You gave a nod, answering his unspoken question, and he put a second one between his lips to light it for you before passing it over.  

You took a tiny drag and coughed smoke out of your nose at first, but then the second inhale was smoother.  Thanks to so many nights at the Hammer, your throat and lungs were sufficiently coated with tar and ready for the challenge.  

The other owner of the Hammer was a well known real estate investor and builder named Murray Bauman, and he was a friend of the MC.  They’d done several “jobs” for him over the years that were clean by MC standards, but dirty enough to ruin his reputation if they came to light. Murray was also notoriously unfriendly with the Gregson’s, and Eddie wondered how much Charlene had paid, and what kind of scandal she’d dug up on Stephen, to make him give up his share like that.  

Eddie tilted his head back, exposing his throat, to take a long, thoughtful drag, looking up at the clear sky that was blinking full of stars.  “I wish I could go back in time before I ever met Charlene, and avoid her at all costs.”

“I don’t know,” you looked down and kicked the heel of your shoe against your toe.  “She’s awfully determined.  I think she would’ve found you anyway.  Plus, I don’t think it’s you she wants anymore.”

“I feel responsible though,” Eddie muttered, blowing smoke out through tight lips. “For everything that’s happened to the people around me because of her.”

The sound of Nancy saying something into the mic, followed by the crowd cheering, came muffled through the door, and you really wanted to change the subject, to pull him out of his dark thoughts.  “I’d love to see you play tonight,” you told him right before both of your cherries glowed orange at the same time in the dark.  

“I don’t have my guitar here,” he stated the obvious, sucking his tongue on the roof on a sharp inhale, angling his head back to blow smoke up while keeping his eyes on you.  “But I might sing one or two with her.  Just for you.”

“You can sing too?” Your eyes got wide like a little kid watching the twinkling lights on a Christmas tree.

“Hi, baby, have we met?” He scoffed, slipping his bottom lip through his teeth to repress a grin, and then he winked at you and smashed his smoke on the brick wall before throwing it in the dumpster. He caught you by the hips and pulled you flush to him.  “I mean, I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

—--------

Back on his stool, Steve rolled a toothpick between his lips while he scanned the crowd, and did his best not to look over at Billy and Charlene. He wasn’t sure what was eating at him more; the fact that she had the nerve to show up after everything, or that she was there with Billy.  

The crew from Lucifer’s Own were known for doing the dirty deeds no other MC would touch.  They ran a high-end escort service on the outskirts of town, and did a lot of blow and opiate smuggling over the border.  It was also a front for an underground fighting ring that was dirty and rigged, and sometimes, the fools who participated ended up with broken bones, or had their lights turned out completely.  

Billy Hargrove and Steve went way back, and they’d actually been friendly acquaintances for a while back in high school, until Billy had pursued a girl Steve liked at the time just to piss him off. Also, to prove to Steve that he could take whoever he wanted.  “Nothing wrong with a little competition, right, Harrington?” Is that what this was? Was Billy escorting Charlene around just to rub it in Steve’s face?

“Yeah, well, you can have her,” Steve mumbled to himself under his breath, thoughts racing so fast that he was starting to talk to himself, head bent to work the end of the toothpick with his fingers.  “Good luck with that one, buddy, you’ll need it.”

There was more feedback from the speakers.  “Hey there Hawkins, who is ready to rock?” Nancy purred into the microphone, one hand gripping the fretboard of her guitar before she slung the strap around her body. People shouted and cheered, and there were a few high-pitched whistles of encouragement.

The bassist with the band looked like a younger version of Eddie, but with a mane of black hair that was thick with tight curls, and the drummer had a black goatee and long, straight hair way past his shoulders.  The backup guitarist looked like he was cut right out of the James Hetfeild playbook.  

“We’re gonna start out with a little something familiar to get y’all warmed up,” Nancy said into the mic.  “This one is called I Hate Myself for Loving You.”

The crowd roared, pounding their fists on the tables.  Nancy said a countdown before she began a slow clap to the beat and the drums kicked in, deep bass vibrating in the walls.  

When Steve looked up, he saw Charlene making her way across the room, either for the payphone or the restrooms, and Steve straightened up, wondering if he should say something to her.  He went up to the bar and patted Thumper on his broad back, asking him to watch the door for a few minutes.  Thumper was three beers and several shots in, but was not yet showing any signs of inebriation.  He fisted a handful of his graying beard and told Steve it was no problem.  

“Midnight, gettin' uptight, where are you?

You said you'd meet me, now it's quarter to two

I know I'm hangin' but I'm still wantin' you…”

He followed but he hung back, hiding in the crowd until he saw her go into one of the bathrooms.  When you and Eddie came out from the alley, you found Steve leaning against the wall that was heavily papered in band flyers, next to the payphone.  

Eddie was walking behind you,his hands firm on your hips, moving his legs in time with yours.  You both came to a halt at the sight of Steve, and you had to shove off, back to work, but Eddie took your hand to kiss your knuckles before you walked away.

“Everything cool?” Eddie asked his friend, checking around to make sure no chaos had ensued while he’d been outside with you.  There was a huge crowd there, packed in like sardines.  All of the tables and bar stools were occupied, and plenty of people were taking advantage of the standing room only, blocking most of the walkways.  

“I’m not sure yet, man,” Steve put his head back against the wall, Adam’s apple jutting out.  “But I’ll let you know.”

“I called Van and told him to get over here with Devlin,” Eddie let him know.  “Just in case more of Lucifer’s Own try to cause trouble.”

Steve only nodded, absently, his eyes twitching to the bathroom door every so often.  Eddie clapped Steve a few times on the arm before turning to watch the band as he pushed his way through the crowd.  Nancy made her fingers into devil horns in the air at him and Eddie returned the gesture, raising his arm high.  

“I think of you every night and day

You took my heart and you took my pride away…”

The crowd was stomping their feet to the rhythm and belting out the chorus.  Nancy detached the mic from the stand to make her way across the stage.  

The second Steve saw the door open, he took long strides across the hallway to keep Charlene from exiting, pushing her back inside the single-person bathroom.  She did not protest as he braced the door and locked it behind him, turning to face her with a tight jaw.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Char?”

“What do you think I’m doing here?” She hushed it, dropping her gaze as if suddenly she was afraid to look at him.  “I missed you.”

“Jesus Christ, Charlene, you need to stop.” He rubbed his hands down his face, exasperated.  “I’m sorry for how I treated you at the hotel, but this needs to end.”

“But what if I don’t want to stop?” She closed in on him, lifting her hands to hold his face, but he blocked the effort, restraining her at the wrists. “What if I want you so bad, it hurts?”

He met her eyes.  “You miss me and you thought fucking Billy would be the answer?”

“We’re not fucking, it’s not like that with him.  Not like it was with you.”  She struggled a little in his grasp just so he would tighten his grip on her.

Steve scoffed.  “You mean, not like it was with me and Eddie and your husband and every other dude you’ve spread your legs for in this town?” Steve wasn’t one to judge, not with the amount of pussy he’d run through over the years, but still, showing up with one of his rivals was a low blow.  

Charlene slammed forward so that Steve’s back hit the door, her breath hot and urgent on his neck. “No one fills me up like you do.  I need your cock to split me open one last time, Stevie, please.”

She sank to her knees, kissing down his chest as she went, and he let her, releasing her wrists so that she could make quick work of unbuttoning his Levi’s.  She licked around his balls and nuzzled her face in the hair at the base of his thick shaft, making hungry gasps of need as she did so.

He hissed when the fat head of his cock sank into her mouth. “Juss…just one more time,” he groaned as she lapped him up.  She hummed around his length and nodded, looking up at him, agreeing as her lips strained to take the measure of his girth.  

“I know you’re angry, Steve,” she flicked her tongue out over the ridge a few times like a poisonous snake about to strike.  “I want you to take it out on me.”

He fisted a handful of her hair, tight, so that he controlled the movements of her head, and it made her whimper with pleasure.  

—------

The next song Divine Filth sang was an original, a real headbanger that had Nancy growling into the mic and jabbing her devil horn fingers in the air. The bass guitarist’s fingers strummed the keys while the drummer spun his sticks high in the air and caught them.  You noticed that a few of the male patrons were choosing to go outside to take a piss, which meant there was another line at the bathrooms again, but you were too busy to go over and check out why.  

While Erika was on her break, it was your responsibility to go over and check on Billy, since Jackie was working the other side of the room.  Two more of the Coffin Kings had just arrived and Eddie was out in the parking lot having a talk with them, being that it was hard to have a conversation inside with the band playing. 

You made your way over to Billy’s table, noticing that Charlene was nowhere to be found.  One side of his mouth lifted in a crooked grin while he watched you approach, and you wondered if he knew who you were and who you belonged to.  You also wondered if he gave a shit.

As you got closer, you noticed that he had a pronounced scar from his eye to his jaw, and he didn’t have a ton of tattoos like the other boys, but there was the word “mother” above a heart with a dagger through it just under the sleeve of his t-shirt on his bicep and a Lucifer’s Own insignia on his opposite forearm.  

He was slouched down a bit in his seat, knees spread wide, voice raised to be heard over the music.  “You must be War Machine’s old lady,” he gave you a lift of his chin.

“You are correct,” you said with your best customer service smile.  

“Damn,” his hand made a cage around the pack of smokes on the table so he could pull it toward him.  His eyes locked onto your face, unwavering.  “That son of a bitch always had good taste.”

“If you say so,” you checked over your shoulder, expecting to see Eddie charging over with that dangerous scowl on his face, but he wasn’t inside yet.  You cleared your throat.  “Can I get you anything else?”

He ordered another beer for himself and a tequila for Charlene, even though you knew she was much more of a wine drinker.  

“Just put it on Charlene’s tab,” he said with a wink, alluding to the fact that she was practically your boss now. “But this is for you,” and before you could reach for the 20 dollar bill he had in his hand, he was stuffing it into the waistband of your shorts, fingers grazing your bare skin, watching the discomfort wash over your face as he did so.

You turned on your heel without another word, bee-lining back to the bar, when Eddie stepped through the main door so abruptly, you almost crashed into him.    

Devlin and Van moved around the two of you while Eddie put one hand on your lower back and the other cupped the back of your neck.  “You okay, baby?” He mumbled, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

You nodded, but then Eddie looked over in the direction you had just come and saw Billy there, flicking the flame on his lighter and watching the interaction between the two of you.  You knew what Eddie was looking at by the way his body tensed.  “Did Billy say something to you?”

“I had to wait on his table while Erika was on her break,” you were pulling your boyfriend away as you were talking, practically dragging him back to his seat at the bar.  “Nothing happened, I’m fine.  I just missed you.”

On stage, Nancy lit into a mean guitar solo.

“You sure?” Eddie’s stare was hard.  

“Hey,” you grabbed Eddie’s face, making him look at you. “Baby, can’t you see? He wants to start trouble.  Just ignore him.  Please, for me.”

“Did he touch you?”  His jaw muscles bulged and a dark fell over his brown eyes, making them almost black.

“No baby,” you hummed the lie.  Eddie had quite a bit of common sense, more so than Steve when it came to affairs of the heart, but you knew that someone would get hurt if you told him about the way Billy had slid that money into your shorts.  You had no doubt that Eddie could handle himself, but you didn’t want there to be any more fighting; everyone had already been through enough.  Plus, Billy was not the first guy at the Hammer to overstep, and he wouldn’t be the last.  Sadly, that was the nature of the work, you’d come to realize. 

Eddie took a breath and lowered his forehead to yours, slotting his fingers around your ears so that his thumbs grazed your cheeks.  “I’ll be good, sweetheart,” he promised.

Everyone clapped at the end of the song and then you heard Eddie’s name being said over the speakers.

“We’re lucky enough to have the frontman for Corroded Coffin here with us tonight,” Nancy started.  “And he said he might get up here for a song or two.  What do you say, Munson?”

The crowd went wild at that suggestion, and some even chanted his last name, punching fists into the air.  Nancy motioned him on stage with a few scoops of her fingers.

“I guess I’m doing this,” he said, parting your lips with his tongue for a brief but firm kiss before he made his way to the stage.  The James Hetfield guy was already taking off his guitar to hand it to Eddie before he could protest, and they clapped hands together in greeting.  Your “old man” was adjusting the strap over his shoulder when he looked out over the sea of heads and caught your eye. 

“I love you,” Eddie mouthed, taking the pic off of the chain that he had dangling around his neck.  

—-------

Five minutes earlier, Steve had Charlene bent over the sink in the bathroom, jeans low on his hips, yanking her head back by the throat as he jackhammered himself inside of her.  

“Tighter,” she whined, and his fingers closed in on her windpipe.  He’d pushed her thong to the side and was spitting every so often so that he could watch it slide down her slit and mix with the frothing wet mess of her arousal where his cock sank into her.  He didn’t need the saliva to lube his brutal pace, but he liked the idea of spitting on her, it helped him work through his hatred.  

“God Steve, you’re so fucking good, fuckkk,” she dragged the last word out as hips clapped onto her with rapid, forceful grunts, making her whole body jerk each time he made contact.

He slowed the pace for a few thrusts so that he could spit again, and then he used his thumb to rub the saliva around the pink hole that tightened at his touch.  He’d never been with a woman who had every inch of hair removed like her, she looked like some kind of porn star. He wanted to be in her ass one last time, but it felt too tight and warm where he was.  He was close.

He let go of her throat and clutched her hips on either side in a way that would bruise, angling to finish himself off.  

“You’re such a fucking whore for my cock,” he bit out. He wished she didn’t feel so fucking good.  He wished that his disgust for her didn’t also turn him on in a way that made him uncomfortable.  

Charlene’s eyes rolled back in her head, orgasm mounting rapidly as he buried himself base deep to a point where the line between pleasure and pain was blurred.  She knew this was a farewell reminder, and it made her cry out his name.

“Fuck Steve, I’m cumming,” a few more pumps and she was exploding around his length, legs shaking at the way the wave crashed over her, making her see white.

“Get on your knees,” Steve told her, his hips stuttering.  When she was down in front of him, he jerked himself the rest of the way off onto her outstretched tongue, ropes of cum painting her chin and dripping down to her cleavage.  He made her lick the rest of him clean, and then she sucked her fingers.  

Someone knocked on the bathroom door.

“Yeah, hold your fucking horses,” Steve shouted, pulling his jeans up.  He helped Charlene get her bodysuit back on and zipped up.  He almost kissed her, but then he remembered who she was.  

He checked himself in the mirror and slicked his hair back before letting her know she should wait a minute until after he was gone before she followed him out.  She was cleaning the mascara that had leaked down her cheeks, and was about to apply more lipstick, when she caught his eyes on her in the reflection.  

“What if I told you I had a gift for you?” Her expression was coy.

Steve sighed.  “I don’t want anything from you, Char. This was it, I’m done, I mean it.”

She rolled the red lipstick out of its gold tube.  “What if it was something that would change your life?”

He thought about that, wetting his lips.  “Listen, we’re never gonna fuck again.  I don’t care if you buy me a Ferrari.”

“Well, it’s better than a car,” she huffed a small laugh.  “Let’s just call it a…parting gift.  A way for me to say sorry for everything I put you and Eddie through.”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest and put his back against the door.  “Yeah, well, if this is about to be some grande gesture from you, I’d like to know what the catch is.”

She turned to him, fixing the ends of her hair around her face. “No catch, not this time,” she took a step forward, holding her black clutch in one hand.  “Listen, I know it sounds childish and stupid, but I think I…I think I fell in love with you.” She furrowed her brow as if the sentiment didn’t make sense to her, as if she’d never grasped the weight of the words before.

Steve couldn’t help himself, he rolled his eyes and barked a laugh, thoroughly amused. 

“I can’t change the past,” she tried to push her chest out, to get her statuesque posture back.  “But I can try to make it up to you.  To both of you.”

“Yeah?” Steve gave her a bored shrug.  “Personally, I think you’re way past the point of redemption.”

“Maybe,” she pressed her lips together and took hold of the door handle.  “I guess we’ll see.”

—------

All of your attention was eyes front on Eddie as he leaned over to discuss something with Nancy, lengthening the strap on his guitar as he spoke.  You barely noticed someone trying to make their way through the crowd until Steve bumped into your shoulder, making you sway on your feet.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he caught you and helped you find your balance.  “I didn’t see you there.”

Steve looked…disheveled, and his face was flushed, as if he’d just run around the block. There were lines in his hair from raking his fingers through it so many times.

“You good?” You called after him, but all he offered was a “thumbs up” over his shoulder.  

It was barely a minute before you caught sight of Charlene coming out of the hallway, following in his wake.  She had a pink flush to the pale skin of her throat, almost a perfect handprint impression, and your brain was busy putting the pieces together when Nancy got back on the mic. 

“This one is called Wild Child,” Nancy started on the guitar and people in the crowd got crazy again.  The Hell’s Belle next to you whistled so loud, it almost blew your eardrum out.  You weren’t too familiar with the band W.A.S.P. before Eddie, but you knew the song, and waited eagerly to hear his voice as he leaned in, moving his fingers along the strings.

“I ride, I ride the winds that bring the rain

A creature of love, and I can't be tamed

I want you, 'cause I'm gonna take your love from him

And I'll touch your face and hot burning skin

No, he'll never ever touch you like I do…”

He squeezed his eyes shut as he sang the first bit, hair hanging down his shoulders, muscles flexing under the ink that covered his forearms and hands.  When his eyes opened, he found you in the crowd, and your heart swelled at the way he cracked a smile around the words at the sight of you.  

“So look in my eyes and burn alive, the truth

I'm a wild child, come and love me

I want you…”

God, he was magic up there.  He looked like a natural, holding that guitar in his hands, the way his fingers flew deftly to each note.  

And he was all yours.  

The chorus came and you sang the words, smiling so hard already, your cheeks hurt.  You’d never known your eyes to “sparkle” like a cartoon before, but you felt like that’s what they were doing. 

“My heart's in exile, I need you to touch me

'Cause I want what you do

I want you”

Someone grabbed your elbow, and you spun around to see who it was.

Jackie had a full tray in her hand, trying to balance it amidst the moving bodies.  “Hey, are you on the floor right now? Don’t mean to be a bitch, but I need you.  A table full of jarheads just showed up.” 

“Oh shit, right,” you’d honestly forgot where you were for a moment, you’d been so caught up in that Munson Magic.  You took another glance at the stage, wanting to catch Eddie’s eye, but he was looking down at his hands, concentrating on where they worked the guitar.  

The table in your section that Jackie mentioned had seven guys in their mid-twenties sporting that type of “high and tight” haircut that you saw almost exclusively with members of military or law enforcement, and you took a deep breath, because you never knew what the vibe would be for those types of men who visited the Hammer.  Either they’d be extremely polite like they just came from church, or they’d be vile and disrespectful.  

“What’ll it be tonight, boys?” You asked, sidling up to their table.  “Buy one pitcher of draft and get the next half off.” 

They all turned to appraise you, not caring that the way their lewd stares locking on your body and tits made you uncomfortable.

“See, I told you,” the dark haired one said to the one in the red and white striped polo shirt.  “The bitches here are super hot.”

You gulped, doing your best to restrain from looking as disgusted as you felt while they talked about you like you weren’t even there.  

“How much for you to sit in my lap?” One of them asked.

“How much for you to suck me off?” One of them whispered, and the whole table guffawed into the type of laughter that was not warranted for something that was so not funny.

You checked over your shoulder for Steve, and he appeared to be escorting someone out who’d just been cut off.  There was a bench outside, and he always had them wait there while he called a member of their family or a taxi to come pick them up.  The guy was having a hard time getting his legs to work, and Steve had to practically carry him out. 

You glanced up at the stage when the other song ended, and you could tell Eddie was searching for you, and so you stuck your hand up in the air to catch his attention.  

“This one is for my girl,” he pushed hair out of his face and the sentiment made you freeze.  A goofy grin stretched across your face and you let out an actual giggle.  You were very familiar with the opening notes of Cinnamon Girl by Type O Negative.  

“So, a pitcher of beer, then?”  You asked, distracted, but in a much better mood than you were a few seconds ago.  The guys at the table were too busy being crass to decide what they wanted to drink, so you chose for them.  They agreed on the pitcher, and ordered a round of shots. 

You kept your attention on Eddie as you made your way across the space, and your heart was in your throat at how proud you were to be his.  His voice was deep and powerful, and it seemed like no one could pull their eyes away. The air was a bit humid inside, and you could see a sheen of sweat on his skin already glistening, bangs sticking to his forehead.  He’d taken off his Coffin Kings cut and shirt, so he was up there in a ribbed, white tank of the Hanes variety, exposing the wash of dark tattoos over his shoulders and arm muscles that bulged from hours upon hours of manual labor.  

“I want to live with a cinnamon girl

I could be happy the rest of my life with her

A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night

You see us together, chase the moonlight…”

At the bar, you considered letting Van and Devlin know that there were some guys there who might start trouble now that Steve was distracted, but then you remembered that you were the bad bitch who stabbed Craig in the balls and brought him to his knees—-you could handle a few young douchebags.  

You gave Shana the drink order while Eddie’s deep voice bellowed, “my cinnamon girl, my cinnamon girl…” to the collective swooning of the crowd.  

You waited on two other couples, lingering in the middle of the room so that you could see Eddie more clearly, dragging your feet before you had to return to the guys with the matching haircuts.  

You took a cleansing breath and squared your shoulders before heading back.  You tried not to be bothered by the way the dudes checked you out as you put the drinks down.  When you were finished, the guy closest to you, with close-set eyes and a thick neck, ran his hand up the back of your leg.

“Hey,” your stare hardened on him and you stepped away, eyebrows pinching together.  “No touching.”

The guys all snickered at that, as if it was so funny that they all knew they weren’t supposed to touch the staff, but they still got away with it.  

“No he’s sorry, really,” said the tall, skinny one who hadn’t spoken up yet.  His face was unreadable, you couldn’t tell if he was being a shitheel or not.  The table fell silent for a beat.  “But we would really like to know how much it would cost for handjobs, all around.  Is there a group price for you girls?”

More idiotic cackling.

You turned to leave them, to go find Steve, to let him know you needed his assistance, but the one with the blonde hair and Limp Bizkit shirt caught you by the arm, digging his fingers in, and yanked you back so that his other hand could roam the curve of your ass.  “Just a little feel, baby, we’ll tip good,  I promise.”

You pushed him off and were just about to yell for Steve or Thumper when you saw the guy across the round table get his face smashed into the wood, so hard that blood splattered and you could hear the sick crack of breaking bone.

You were surprised to see Billy there, standing behind the one who was clutching his broken nose and wailing.  He was smiling, cigarette bobbing between his lips.  “I think you bozo’s should apologize to the lady.”

You hadn’t heard the music stop, didn’t realize that the commotion had drawn most of the attention to you.

In a flash, the guy in the Limp Bizkit shirt was ripped from his seat, and there was Eddie, picking him up by the throat to punch him across the face, sending him flying.

The impact made saliva and possibly a tooth go spitting from his mouth and you screamed at the shock of it.  

“Eddie look out!” You shouted.  The tall one was about to take a cheap shot at Eddie’s ribs while he sank another punch into the guy’s jaw, but you came down with your serving tray as hard as you could and nailed him.

“Holy shit,” Steve cursed when he stuck his head inside to see what the commotion was.  Thumper was nowhere to be found, and Steve figured he was taking a piss.  Starting brawls inside the Hammer was not protocol.  Bouncers were always encouraged to take everything outside, but now it was too late.  

“Get her out of here!” you heard Steve’s voice, he was talking to Devlin, and then you were being pulled back by cautious hands, away from the chaos. 

One of the jarheads was just about to break a beer glass over Eddie’s head, but Billy showed up out of nowhere and kicked him in the back, sending the asshole flying right into Steve’s awaiting fist.  The guy’s body crashed into a table, shattering glasses, and making the other patrons scatter.  

“You better leave this one for me, Harrington,” Billy smiled and wiggled his tongue.  “Wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty face of yours.”

Billy was helping them, and that was a twist you hadn’t expected.  Perhaps it wasn’t so much for them as for himself, since you could tell Billy had been looking for a fight all night.  

Steve got one of the other guys in a choke hold and began to drag him outside.  Billy made wide eyes at one of the leftover trouble makers and charged after him, making the guy shriek like he was about to pee his pants before running from the building.    

While the one Eddie had been punched was babbling at the foot of unconsciousness on the ground, he took hold of the one with the close-set eyes and the thick neck who had rubbed your leg first.

Eddie had been watching, and quick to cut off before the end of the song to jump down from the stage in a blinding rage.

Devlin held you loosely by the arms, but you shook him off, and stood next to Shana and Erika, continuing to keep your distance for the sake of Eddie and Steve’s peace of mind, and wincing each time one of the other dudes took a hard hit from one of the Coffin Kings.  

Eddie took the guy by the shirt and sent a punch into his stomach.  Mister Thick Neck doubled over but then Eddie took him by the throat and slammed him into the nearest wall.  Eddie had his fist winding back for a punch when Steve shouted his name to get his attention.  

The rest of the dickheads had been escorted outside by a few Hell’s Belle’s, while the rest of the crowd kept their distance.  You saw Charlene in the far corner, touching up her lipstick in a compact mirror, seemingly unphased by it all.  

“Not in here,” Steve pleaded with Eddie, breathlessly.  “Like you said.”

Eddie’s eyes were black and cold like that of a shark.  His mouth trembled with the urge to actually bite into the guy’s face, to mutilate him with his bare teeth and make him beg for mercy.

Eddie banged the guy's body into the brick wall again, locking him there with his forearm.  “Apologize to my girl,” he growled.

The buzz cut guy coughed and struggled, having a hard time breathing. “I don’t know who your girl is, man,” he was only able to squeak out a mild protest under the pressure of Eddie’s grip.  

“Your waitress,” Eddie hissed through gritted teeth.

The guy against the wall tried to turn his head to look for you, but Eddie squeezed his face.  “You don’t get to look at her,” Eddie fumed.  “Just say you’re sorry.”

Multiple desperate “sorry’s” followed, and then Eddie told Steve to get the guy’s wallet to take all of the cash out.  A quick count said there was about a hundred bucks.

“That’ll be her tip,” Eddie announced, dragging him by the shirt collar to take him outside with the rest.  

They were all told to empty their wallets of their cash, and Steve made a scene of noting the addresses on their driver’s licenses.  

“I have a memory like a steel trap,” Steve lied, pointing to his temple, grabbing the guy in the red and white polo by the side of his neck, getting up in his face.  “If you so much as walk by this place ever again, or tell the cops about this, you’ll see me in your nightmares. Now, get the fuck out of here before I call your mommies.”

You sank in next to Eddie’s side just outside the main entrance, and he put his arm around you.  “Will things ever calm down around here?” You asked with a heavy sigh, watching the broken group scurry and limp away down the street.

Eddie gave a low laugh and hugged you a bit tighter.  “God, I hope so, baby.”

Divine Filth started another song, to try and get things back to normal, and most of the crowd returned to their drinks as if there had not been actual bloodshed just five minutes ago.

No one but Shana heard the phone next to the cash register ring over the sound of the music, but after a few seconds, she shrugged by you and Eddie to stick her head out and scan the sidewalk.

"Steve?" She craned her neck to look for him.

"Yeah, that's me," he came from around the back side of the door, flicking his cigarette, knuckles split and bloody again.

"Some guy named Dustin called," she said, merely passing on a message. "He said Suzie just went into labor."

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#I'm on Fire #Eddie munson fic #Eddie Munson series #biker!eddie #biker!steve #Stranger Things fic #Steve Harrington smut #biker au #90's au #Nancy Wheeler #Eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson fanfic #Spotify #protective!eddie #jealous!eddie

[strangerxperv]

Random Eddie Munson HeadCanons

Some are NSFW so minors don't interact

Eddie is openly pansexual when it comes to sex but demisexual for relationships.

He likes sex and believes that people bring different things to the table.

Relationships are difficult for him and I think he has low-key commitment issues.

So he takes relationships pretty slowly because he wants to know you (or Steve...and?).

Eddie wants to be sure his heart won't be broken because he's honestly a romantic.

If you want a serious relationship with him I suggest not jumping into bed with him.

Become his friend first and slowly begin to flirt, let tension build.

Eddie has intrusive thoughts and if he trusts you then they become your thoughts too.

"Hey, babe? When you think of me being a mechanic what pops into your head?"

If you answer "Hot" or "Strong hands" you will have a smug man for the rest of the day.

"Will you join me in the show? I just realized we haven't had shower sex in awhile and I'm hard as fuck." This is said while you're in the middle of styling your head for bed.

His intrusive thoughts range from innocent, random, to dangerous.

One time I decided to make a baked potato without holes in the microwave (he knew what he was doing). Now he's buying a new one.

His last year only high school is when you meet because you are his tutor.

You get to see all sides of Eddie that most are privy to.

You see the proud, depressed, defeated, eager, happy, and sappy sides of him. And eventually you see the side of him that loves you.

Your relationship with him is slow and at one point it's complicated. You go from friend to best friend and then to best friends with tension. He's not proud of the next step: best friends with benefits.

At this point you're practically a couple but he's not ready to admit it. Everyone thinks of you guys as a couple, most everyone. Busy if someone asks you two you both say, "no" and sometimes "just really close best friends."

It's one of those events that Jason has the balls to say, "Good. Guess that means I can take you out some time. How's this Friday at five?"

Who are you to say no? Especially when Eddie is within earshot.

Agreeing to the date causes a huge fight between you and Eddie that lasts the rest of the week.

It's Thursday when he coldly asks if you're coming to his place Friday night.

"You know I can't. I have a date." Slam your car door closed to drive away.

But he stops you, "No, you don't. I told him you aren't coming cause you'll be too busy cuming on my dick."

His words make your jaw unhinge with surprise before sputtering out, "You can't just say that! What if someone hears you saying something like that when we aren't even together? They'll think I'm a slut!"

Eddie grins and leans in close as his lips ghost along your ear to your lips. "Don't care. You're mine."

And that's all you need to hear. It takes a few months of going steady for him to actually call you his girlfriend.

Until then it's: baby doll, his girl, my nerd, and (you guessed it) his slut.

He hates sleeping alone and even when you were benefits you slept over, except for that one week. He drives you to work, your place, his place, basically wherever he can.

I head canon this man to be very clingy in a relationship.

Eddie is a switch with the right person but I think he's leaning hard Dom for reader.

When you were his tutor he convinced you to pay his correct answers with a small kiss.

He has you help him when he's training to become a licensed mechanic. The only difference is that you're sat on his dick when quizzing him.

Every right answer you HAVE to give him a kiss, an innocent kiss, a soft lil peck on the lips.

Near the end of this session he's unbelievably throbbing and softly thrusting up into you every so often. But don't think for a moment you're the dominant one while on top.

He might be the one whimpering under you but if you act up, it's your ass.

Seriously, he will fuck your ass and spank you at the same time.

If you want to hear more about this Eddie please let me know!

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem #steddie x fem reader #steddie x y/n #steddie x you #steddie x reader #steddie

[rogueddie]

Going on a roadtrip was both the best and worst idea that Eddie has ever had.

Oddly enough, the kids are great. Especially the boys. Between him and Steve, it's almost embarrassing how easy it is to keep control of them.

The girls too- Max is smart enough to know not to wander off alone and El tends to follow her lead. It often leads to them bullying Steve into taking them where they want to go, often having to grab his hand and drag him around when he doesn't go fast enough.

But, now that they've reached the end of their trip, Eddie is wondering if it wasn't a bad idea. Not just because Steve is obviously having some trouble both with the water and having his scars on display...

They'd become fast friends in the Upside Down. Although, he had thought it was simple trauma bonding. Imagine his horror when he realises that not only is it easy to be friends with King Steve, it's just as easy to fall in love with him.

"Eddie?" Steve awkwardly sits down beside him, looking a little embarrassed. "Would it be ok if, uh, you came... with me? Into the water, I mean. It's fine if not, just-"

"Steve," Eddie quickly cuts him off, "it's fine. That's ok, just give me a minute to make sure nothing flies away, yeah?"

Steve quickly nods, helping Eddie shove things back into their bags and then putting them on top of the towels. It's not windy at all but it's better to be safe than sorry.

"You know you don't have to go in, right?" Eddie asks, watching as Steve stalls, carefully brushing sand off himself. "I'm sure the kids will get over themselves. And if they don't, they'll have to deal with me."

The little laugh, the soft smile, feels like a reward.

"Thanks Eddie, really. I want to do this. I can't keep just... being scared. I need to deal with this shit."

"Ok," Eddie nods, matching his slow walk towards the sea. "Doesn't have to be like this though, could go slower. You can back out any time. No one will laugh."

"Right. You'll make sure they won't huh?" He doesn't say it like it's a joke. More like he understands just how fiercely protective Eddie feels about him.

"Exactly." They stop, just a few feet from the water. "We could hold hands, if that'll help?"

Steve just nods, grabbing his hand. Smiles a little tight when Eddie laces their fingers. And they don't need to talk, the look Steve gives him is enough to get his message across. So Eddie just gives him a little nod, scooting so their shoulders are pressed together, gently pulling him forward.

Eddie keeps a close eye on Steve as they slowly make their way deeper into the water. Doesn't complain that they have to stop a lot, just holds onto Steves hand a little tighter, hoping he understands that Eddie isn't going to let go.

When they finally get far enough out that they have to tread water, Steve is relaxing. He laughs a little, turning to Eddie with an ecstatic look on his face.

"Alright?" Eddie asks, unable to hold back his own grin.

"Yeah!" Steve whoops, ducking his head under the water for a quick moment. He doesn't look any less joyful. "I, uh... don't think I can do much more than this but- fuck, Eddie, I'm swimming!"

Eddie can't help but laugh, reveling in how infectious Steves joy is. "You're amazing, big boy! This is fucking impressive!"

"Really?" Steve is grinning though, as though he already understands that- he most likely just wants to hear it.

"So impressive!" Eddie can't help but drift a little closer. "God, Steve, every time I think you can't get better you always do."

Steve fucking giggles. And at first, Eddie thinks he's grabbing onto his shoulders for support, but Steve uses his grip to pull himself closer. "I'm pretty sure that's just you."

"Maybe," Eddie tries to pull a 'what-can-you-do' face, since he can't shrug with Steve using him as as support. "Doesn't mean I'm wrong."

Steve, abruptly, looks a little serious. "You act like I can do no wrong."

"I'm pretty sure that's impossible for you. It's against your nature."

"Really? You truly believe there's nothing I could do that would upset you?"

"You wouldn't hurt me intentionally."

Steve stares at him for a moment. His jaw tightens, visibly coming to some resolve, a look of determination.

"Steve-"

He's cut off by Steve quickly ducking forward, pecking him on the lips. Steve still has his jaw clenched when he leans back, only a little bit of fear peaking through his eyes.

Eddie blinks at him for a moment. "Please tell me you didn't do that just to prove a point. Please. Steve, you- you gotta tell me if you meant that like- like-"

"Eddie," Steve almost sighs his name, sounding so painfully relieved. He presses their foreheads together. "Yeah, yeah I meant it like- like that. It's not just proving a point, god, you're so much more than-"

Eddie cuts him off by actually kissing him, not just a peck, grabbing onto Steves hips to hold him closer.

They're so distracted, it takes them an embarrassingly long time to notice that the kids are heckling them.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #ficlet #fluffifc

[strangersteddierthings]

Steve, Gareth and Chrissy are cousins AU (sad edition) [prologue] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Final Part]

Steve climbs into the back of Nancy's car with Dustin, trying his best to play off his mood as having slept poorly in the Wheeler's basement, instead of the guilt and sorrow churning inside him. He had been hoping to be able to make excuses to go home for a bit today, away from the group, so he could go to Chrissy's funeral.

Doesn't seem like that will be happening. Not unless he tells them the truth. They're going to the Creel house and Steve can't let them ago without him. Can't let them walk into potential danger if he's not there.

Because Chrissy's already dead. He can't change that. But he can try his damnedest to make sure there's no one else. So, it's more important to him to be there with the living, than at a funeral. Chrissy would agree.

Chrissy would understand.

Right?

Gareth sits through Chrissy's funeral and notes that Steve's not there. No one from the Harrington household is. He doesn't know what to feel about that. All his sorrow has been spent on Chrissy, so all he feels for Steve is anger. What the fuck is more important to Steve right now than being here? For his family. For Chrissy. For him.

He sits next to Jason even though his mom left a spot next to her available for him. He's not suddenly Jason's best friend, but he was told they plan to continue their search immediately after the funeral, and if he sat next to his mom, she wouldn't let him go.

This is how he finds himself at Reefer Ricks, long past the mandated curfew with just Jason, Andy, and Patrick. The others having slowly dropped off the search the closer to night it got.

"Hey," Gareth calls out to Jason before entering the house, "I'm going to go check if Eddie's van is hidden where he usually parks it when he comes out here."

Jason pauses on his way through the door. He looks over his shoulder and gives a nod, "yeah, smart thinking. There should be a flashlight in the back of the car."

Gareth nods back and heads back to the car. It doesn't take long to find the flashlight and soon he's walking down the road. It's not a long walk, about fifteen minutes away is a cluster of trees that Eddie parks at when he comes to get more goods from Rick. Gareth (and their other friends) spent plenty of afternoons waiting in the van for Eddie to return from his 'job', as it were. It does keep the van out of sight of any road, though.

The van is there, and Gareth doesn't like what he sees. The driver side door is open, so he approaches slowly. "Eddie? You in there, Eddie?" he gets no response. He shines the flashlight through the back door's window, smooshing his face against the glass to look in. Once he's sure it's empty of anything, he approaches the open door and examines the front.

The keys are still in the ignition. Door left open and keys still in the ignition paints a story Gareth isn't sure he wants to read. That makes worry curl inside his body. He can't think of a single thing that would make Eddie abandon the van this quickly, too... scared? Worried? to bother to even close the drive door. He climbs in to try and start it but it won't. With the door left open for over 72 hours, the battery is dead.

He pockets the keys and locks up the van. If worse comes to worst, he can return the keys to Wayne.

He's almost back to the house when he hears shouting. He starts running, following the noise, and quickly finds Jason and Patrick on the shore, pulling their shoes off. His gaze flicks out to the lake and catches the sight of what can only be Eddie trying to get the motor of a motorboat started.

Well. Shit.

He doesn't think much more beyond that. He's just acting. He steps on the heels of his shoes to get out of them as quickly as possible and dives into the water. He's only seconds behind Patrick and Jason into the water, slowing to keep pace with them at first.

Gareth grew up in the Harrington swimming pool just like Steve had. Chrissy had. He's never been so glad for that as he is now, as he quits trying to pace himself and takes off, leaving Jason and Patrick behind.

Eddie's swinging the oar around wildly, as if they would stop any of them. He falters in his swinging when his eyes land on Gareth and he breathes out his name, "Gareth?"

One final stroke and Gareth can reach out of the water and grab the side of the boat. He doesn't haul himself aboard, but does haul himself high enough to look up at Eddie. "The police say you did it. Did you?"

Hurt flashes across Eddie's face but he answers, "No."

Gareth nods once, a decision made. Before he can respond though, Jason's caught up and Eddie is turning in the boat to wave the oar uselessly at him.

Clinging to the side of the boat gives Gareth a clear view of Patrick, who has stopped swimming. Jason and Eddie shout at each other as Gareth watches Patrick being to rise out of the water. "What the fucking shit!?"

Gareth doesn't know if Jason turns to look, he's too busy staring, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

"Don't look," Eddie says and the boat jostles as Eddie moves suddenly, dropping to his knees in the boat and throwing his hands up to block Gareth's view.

"What the fuck-" Gareth cuts himself off when he hears the snapping of bones. Jason is yelling and Gareth panics, pushes back from the boat, which makes Eddie lean more to block his eyesight, causing Eddie to fall out of the boat. On instinct, Gareth dives for him, the month and month spent in Steve's pool, hearing about pool safety kicking in.

Eddie doesn't really need rescuing, but he doesn't fight Gareth during the rescue. Patrick is no longer in the air when they breach the surface, and Jason is swimming back the way they came. Eddie flops himself back into the boat, then helps Gareth in as well.

They don't speak again until they've reached the other shore, in which case they just sit in the boat, soaked through, panting at each other as the adrenaline fades.

"What the fuck was that!?" Gareth doesn't shriek. He doesn't.

Eddie suddenly looks very severe and grim when he says, "that's what killed Chrissy."

#steve‚ gareth‚ and chrissy are cousins au #my fic #also i know in the show they end up at reefer ricks while there is still daylight out #his house was NOT big enough for them to search it until dark #so they just spend all day at all the other places before getting out to ricks at night #ok? ok #also why isn't gareth weighed down by his nice funeral clothes you may be asking #itself because he wore his nicest dark jeans and a black tshirt #not even chrissy could get him to dress up #short steve part‚ mostly just wanted to establish why he doesn't go to the funeral

[yabakuboi]

small part of a bigger wip i don't think i'll ever fully flesh out but i like it so i wanted to share. very loosely based on franchises like halo, alien, portal, etc.

Steve steps through the portal like a god descending from the heavens, straight backed and powerful, even as he's dragging Dustin kicking and screaming away from the chaos just on the other side.

"I won't leave him," Dustin is screaming.

Robin doesn't know if she's ever heard a more inhuman sound, the way grief and rage has twisted Dustin's voice into something other. And Robin's entire life has been dedicated to new and untouched worlds, to the pursuit of everything alien and non-human.

"Let me go, Steve, let me go! I won't leave him, fuck, fuck you, I WON'T LEAVE HIM! EDDIE! EDDIE!" Robin watches the way he digs his fingernails into the exposed skin at Steve's neck, unprotected by his suit, drawing blood with each rake of his fingers.

Steve is unfazed, his eyes hard and intense as he drags Dustin towards the quarantine doors. Robin can't hear what he says to Dustin, even when Dustin screams back.

"I HATE YOU."

It hurts her, because she knows how it's no doubt hurting Steve, even as he shoves Dustin through the air lock, sealing him behind glass and silencing his screams.

Steve should have gone through too, but Robin knows him. It's why she hasn't closed the portal yet, why she hasn't moved from her station to do damage control, to log the losses:

Crew Member Eddie Munson — KIA

She watches Steve instead, as he picks up his saber and weaponry again, pulling it over his shoulder as he steps back up to the platform, the static electricity of the portal arching up to meet him, like fingers begging to draw him through.

He stops though, and Robin could cry—unsurprised and still grateful that he treats her to one last look. It says everything and nothing, because nothing needs to be said, not between the two of them.

I love you. I'll miss you. I'll come back to you, in this life or the next.

And then Steve turns, and steps through the portal. Robin cuts the contact as he goes, killing the link between them with a sob tearing through her chest. She adds him into the mental log in her list:

First Lieutenant Steve Harrington — KIA

She only allows herself the barest moment to grieve before she moves. The entire ship will be cut off and isolated soon, until central command can guarantee the ship isn't infected. She only has so much time to get to a rescue pod. She only has so much time until Nancy—

"Robin."

Robin doesn't slow her pace, even as Nancy catches up to her, her hand on Robin's wrist. She doesn't let Nancy turn her away, doesn't let her slow her down.

"You can't," Nancy says, hisses, her ire hiding her own grief. Nancy always turns emotion into cold rage. "He's gone, Robin. You can't save him."

"I can," Robin snaps, snarling when Nancy sighs, like Robin is some overemotional child.

"Do I really mean so little to you?"

"That's the difference between us," Robin says, ripping her arm from Nancy's fingers. She turns on the heel of her boot, and it's the first time that she's ever dared to look down her nose as Nancy, Nancy who she loves, love to hold, to kiss, to touch. Her Commander off-world. "Between Steve and the rest of us. You've got everyone sorted so easy in your head, each one ranked higher than the other, who you can and can't live without."

"Robin—"

"And I do, too," Robin admits, teeth grinding together, the fear and sadness burning a hole through her chest, yawning wide and wider and threatening to consume her. "I do, too, and I can't live without him.

"But Steve? Steve would die for any of us, every one of us, even your fucking brother who already left him for dead once."

Nancy gapes at her, her pretty face pale and her eyes red.

"Steve would die for me a thousand times," Robin tells her, her voice wobbling, the righteousness bleeding from her mouth like an open wound, leaving on the anxiety, the fear. "And he'll die for Eddie a million times.

"But I'm not going to let him. I'm going to go get them both and bring them home and fuck you if you think you can stop me."

Nancy stares. Says nothing.

And Robin leaves.

#stranger things #steddie #ronance #stobin #dustin meets her at the pod and they go rescue their guys who are surviving together alone on a hostile planet #(this story would have been an excuse to do survivalist steddie cuddling for warmth but like scifi flavored) #dw nancy isn't far behind she's bringing the firepower and ronance makes up #blows a kiss to the stars #gimme inspiration to finish things pls #shush mal #my fic #dribble drabble

[wheels-of-despair]

What If Real Life Is the Nightmare? Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Evil Woman has a dream about finding Eddie's broken body in a dark and awful place full of slimy monsters and red lightning… but it's just a dream, right? RIGHT? Contains: The Event We Do Not Speak Of, angst, dread, tears, heartbreak, panic, confusion about reality, more panic, eventually a happy ending where you can finally breathe again. Words: 3.5k

You'd never heard him yell like that before.

You jumped out of his bed, where he was not, and quickly searched the trailer. He wasn't anywhere.

"Eddie?" you called nervously. There weren't many places to look. How could you have missed him?

You heard him yell again. Outside. He was outside. You threw the door open and skidded out onto the porch to scan your surroundings. Where the fuck was he?

The yelling is louder now, and accompanied by unnatural screeching. What the fuck was that? Lightning strikes and lights up the trailer park… but there's no rain. It's too bright to be far away. Did it just flash red? Is this a dream?

When the sky lit up again, you caught sight of him, fighting for his life in the middle of a swarm. A swarm of what? Birds? Bats? What the hell are those things? This has to be a dream. No way those things are real. Lightning isn't red. Wake up. Wake up! WAKE UP!

Eddie screamed, and the sound made your hair stand on end. Your insides churned, and you tried to go to him, but your feet were rooted the porch. Why couldn't you move? You looked down. Are those… vines? Slithering up your legs? What the fuck kind of vines move that fast, outside of a horror movie? This has to be a dream. WAKE THE FUCK UP!

You fought the vines like Eddie was fighting the monsters; with everything you had. You kicked and flailed and finally, one leg came loose. You used your newly freed leg to push the creeping vines down your entangled one, and then stomped the rest of the horrifying things off of you.

You jumped off the porch to get away from the writhing plants, turning back to make sure they weren't coming after you. They stayed put. Where's Eddie? You whirled around. The monsters were still swarming where you last spotted him, but you couldn't see him anymore. Where was he? Was he okay? Why couldn't you hear him?

You screamed his name. No response.

You ran toward the cloud of monsters, not caring what they would to do to you. You didn't fucking care about anything but him.

And then… the monsters let out a horrifying collective shriek and started falling to the ground. Thump, thump, thump. The ground was littered with them. Bats? Were they bats? You raced through them, trying to step on patches of grass instead of the slimy-looking creatures, on the way to where you'd last seen Eddie. What the fuck are these things, and why do they have so many teeth?

You slowed when you spotted him. On the ground. Chest heaving. Rips and dark spots on his white Hellfire shirt. Blood. It was soaking through. Soon you wouldn't be able to see the logo at all.

"Eddie," you breathed, falling to your knees beside him. You wanted to touch him, but were afraid of hurting him more.

He looked up at you with tear-filled eyes and blood trailing from the edges of his mouth. You reached out to wipe his tears and cup his bloody cheek. He was trembling. Or was that you? You'd never been so scared in your fucking life. You brought your other hand to the bandana covering his head, because it might be the only part of him that wasn't in tatters. It was the skull one you'd given him for his birthday. His favorite. And you just got blood on it.

He won't be mad. "It's more metal now," he'd say, as soon as he noticed. "You did me a favor."

He smiled at you. Through all the blood and tears and the pain he must've been in, he smiled. You felt a pain unlike anything you'd ever felt before; like someone had reached inside you and ripped your heart out through your throat.

"Don't you dare leave me," you whispered, knowing it was too late.

His eyes slid out of focus. Your grip on him tightened.

"Eddie."

No response.

"EDDIE."

You shook him, but he didn't come to.

"EDDIE!"

You shook him harder. His body moved, but he wasn't inside it anymore. There was no light in his dull eyes. No smile on his full lips. No beat in his heart. The heart he said belonged to you.

You were staring at him, frozen in terror, when you felt one of the monsters crawling up your back. It latched onto your shoulder.

"Don't fucking touch him," you cried as you swatted at it. It wouldn't let go. Its claws dug into you and tried pulling you away so it could finish him off. "You can't have him!" you sobbed, leaning over and trying to cover his body with yours.

Another one of the monsters latched onto your leg. You gripped Eddie's wet and bloody shirt in your hands, pulling yourself closer to shield him. You didn't care if they ate you alive; what's the point of living without him anyway? You covered his limp body with your own and screamed until you didn't have any breath left in your lungs.

"WAKE UP!"

You still feel the monster's claws digging into your shoulder.

"HEY!"

Something wet splashes your face. Is it blood? Did one of them get to Eddie? Your eyes fly open with a gasp. You can't breathe. You can't see anything. Everything is a blur. Did they eat your eyes?

"Honey, you had a nightmare. You're okay. Just breathe."

It takes you a second to realize that it's your mother talking. You close your eyes and try to focus on breathing. Your eyes burn. Your lungs ache. Your clothes are wet. Your entire body feels weak and defeated.

You open your eyes slowly to let them adjust to the light. Your mother is sitting beside you, on the edge of your bed, staring at you. Your brother is standing at the foot of your bed with wide eyes and an empty glass in his hand.

You look around the bed. The sheet is tangled around your ankle. The rest of your blankets are on the floor. Your hands are still gripping your soggy pillow. Your shirt is wet too. You've been fighting so hard, you've even worked the fitted sheet loose.

"Are you okay?"

And then you remember why you were fighting so hard.

Your face crumples, and your chest feels like it's being ripped apart. You draw your knees up and hug them, hiding your face as you sob. It felt so real. You've never had a dream feel so fucking real before. Could it really have been just a dream?

You have to see him. You have to make sure he's alright. You won't be able to breathe again until you make sure he's alive and well and it was really just the worst dream you've ever had. You scramble out of bed and head for the door.

"Where are you going?" your mother asks, putting herself between you and the door.

"Eddie," you croak. It's all you have in you.

"Honey, it's the middle of the night."

You shake your head and try to side-step her, but she blocks your path.

"You're not going anywhere until you explain."

Your eyes fill with tears again, and you give her a pleading look.

"Not until you explain."

You shake your head.

"Why?"

He's gone. You saw it. You saw the last tear trickle down his cheek. You saw the light leave his eyes. You felt your heart break. You've never felt anything this intense before, asleep or otherwise.

You push your hands into your aching chest as if you're trying to hold it together. It's not helping. You blink, but it doesn't stop the tears from pouring down your face. You fight for each and every breath.

You have to say it. She won't let you leave unless you tell her why. But if you say it, it's real. And you would give anything, you would do anything, to keep it from being real.

You open your mouth, but no sound comes out.

She looks at you curiously, but doesn't get out of your way. Can't she see how desperate you are? Why can't she see that this is real?

"I'll take her," your brother offers. One piece of your broken heart slides back into place.

"You and what driver's license?" she looks at him and challenges.

"Mom. Look at her. Just let her go."

She turns back to you.

"You're not driving like this."

You clench your fists. You'll walk if you have to. You just need to go.

She draws in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "I'll take you if you put on some dry clothes first."

You grab the first clothes in reach and start changing. Your mother is gone, and your brother is standing in the hallway when you come out of your room wearing dry clothes.

"Sorry about the water," he says quietly, holding out your jacket. "You wouldn't wake up."

You slide into it and take a second to squeeze his shoulder, hoping he knows how much you appreciate him, before you hurry to the door. You jam your feet into a pair of sneakers and go out to wait by the car.

Your mother exits the house, what feels like an hour later, with a robe over her pajamas. You wait impatiently for her to unlock the doors. Your door slams shut before she's even seated.

The drive is silent, and seems farther than usual. Like everything's moving in slow motion. Or the vines are holding you back. But there's no lightning. Nothing flying, at least not that you can see.

You unbuckle your seatbelt when she pulls into Forest Hills. You lean forward, looking up at the sky through the windshield, looking for wings. You hold your breath when she drives over the place you saw Eddie die. No blood on the cracked pavement. That's a good sign.

You see the soft glow of the Munsons' outside light when she rounds the corner, and when you get closer and see Eddie sitting on the porch with a cigarette, you nearly pass out. You have to coach your worthless limbs on how to get out of the car, as if you're being held down by the vines again.

You hear your mother's voice, but her words don't register. You stand on shaky limbs, and all you see is him. He's alive. He's dropping his cigarette in the coffee can he uses as an ash try and coming to you.

He steps down off the porch and opens his arms, and you're drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Your arms wrap around each other, and for the first time in what felt like years, you allow yourself to breathe. It comes out in sobs and gasps against his t-shirt, but you feel like you've been holding your breath since you woke up. This will do.

"What the hell happened?" he asks. God, that voice. You thought you'd never get to hear it again. You want to respond, but all you can do is cry. You hold him and weep and thank any god who's listening for letting him be alright.

You're vaguely aware that Eddie and your mother are having a hushed conversation over your head, but you don't absorb a word of it. He's okay. He's alive, and he's right here, and you're never letting him go.

"Baby," he says eventually, snapping you out of your daze. "You're staying with me tonight. Wanna go inside?" You nod into his chest. He waits for you to let go, and when you don't, he begins backing toward the porch. You follow blindly, too scared to open your eyes. What if it was too good to be true? What if the monsters were real, and this is the dream? What if real life is the nightmare?

Somehow he gets you into the house and onto his bed.

You've stopped crying, but are still too scared to look at him.

"Hey," he says softly from in front of where you sit, lifting your chin with a gentle and familiar nudge of his fingers. "Can you look at me? I promise I'm not as hideous as people claim."

You slowly open your eyes and see him resting on his knees in the floor in front of you. You swallow, although it accomplishes nothing. Your mouth is dry; all the liquid in your body has been turned to tears. And you're finally out of those too.

"Wanna tell me about it?"

You shake your head, eyes on his neck, scanning for signs of damage.

"Okay." He looks down, smiles, and gently removes your shoes. He sets them aside and puts his hands on your knees. "Your mom said it was a nightmare, and guesses that it was about me."

You nod.

"You dreamed something bad happened to me?"

You nod.

"Look," he says, standing up. He smiles and holds out his arms and turns slowly in a circle. "I'm fine. The very picture of health. When people look up 'handsome young man' in the encyclopedia, they will see this glorious specimen."

Something inside you tells you that you're supposed to laugh, but you can't remember how. His smile becomes a frown.

"This dream really fucked you up, huh?"

Your tear supply has begun to replenish, and you feel them brimming in your eyes again.

"Baby, I'm fine," he says, dropping back to his knees in front of you and resting his hands on your hips. "And you are too. We're both okay. It was just a dream."

"Didn't feel like it," you croak.

"Oh good, you can still talk. I was getting worried there for a minute. Without you to keep me in line and yell at me when I need it, I'd rip through town like the Tazmanian Devil. Hawkins wouldn't even know what hit it. It'd be chaos. It'd be pandemonium!"

You blink, and another tear falls.

"Okay," he sighs. He moves to the bed to sit beside you. He puts his arm around you. You lean into him and wrap your arms around his middle.

The middle that was slashed and torn and leaking dark red blood through his white Hellfire shirt earlier tonight. This shirt is black.

You tilt your head and lift the corner of his shirt. Just skin. No bites or slashes or blood. You slide to the floor and kneel between his legs, lifting his shirt more. He looks at you curiously but helps you out, taking it all the way off and tossing it aside.

You trail your fingers along a place you remember the blood seeping through. He flinches, and you scramble back. Did you hurt him?

"Sorry," he grins. "Your hands are freezing." Your chest twinges. "What are you looking for?"

"Bites," you breathe.

"What?" He furrows his brow.

"Bites," you say a little louder.

"Babe, I assure you, the only bite marks on my body are from you and mosquitos," he says proudly.

You reach forward and touch another spot you remember seeing blood seep from. He doesn't flinch this time. He lets you trace the imaginary marks on his torso, and when your hands drift up to his neck, he captures them in his and kisses your fingertips.

"C'mere," he says, pulling you to him. He lays down on his back and lets your head rest on his chest. You can hear his heart beat. You don't know why you didn't think of this before. You reposition your head and close your eyes as you listen to the amazing sound of Eddie Munson's beating heart.

His hand trails up and down your back. You're still wearing your jacket. You're warming up, now that you're close to him and listening to proof that he's alive, but you don't dare move away to take it off.

"You okay?" he asks after a while. The steady beating of his heart had finally relaxed you; almost lulled you to sleep, even.

"Am now."

"You gonna tell me about it?"

"You really wanna know?"

"Uh… yeah? If it fucked you up this bad, I don't want you to carry it alone. Share the load."

You take a deep breath and stare at the wall, holding him a little tighter.

"You died."

You pause, trying to remember the events that got him to that point, and you can't remember anything before waking up... in the dream.

"Was it at least in a cool, badass way?"

"Monsters."

"I was slaying monsters? Was I a hero?"

"They got you," you whisper. You close your eyes and gather your courage and let it all pour out. "They had fangs. And claws. And they looked like bats. And then they all screeched and fell from the sky. And you died. In my arms. In the street. Crying. Cut up all over. Blood. So much blood. I woke up and I couldn't breathe. It felt so real. Eddie, it felt so fucking real. I thought you were gone." Here come the tears again. You choke out another sob.

"Hey, I'm okay," he reminds you, turning on his side to hold you even closer. He holds you until the latest wave of sobs turns to sniffles. And then he kisses the top of your head. "I'm okay. And so are you. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm sorry," you sniff.

"What are you sorry for?"

"Showing up in the middle of the night. Crying all over you. Overreacting. Take your pick."

"Are you kidding me?" You can hear the smile on his voice. "Nobody's ever cared this much about me before."

"Hush," you mumble, burrowing further into his chest with your cheek. "I'm never letting you out of my sight again, by the way. Hope that's cool."

"Fine by me," he mumbles into your hair. "I love you."

"I love you, too." The words send a burst of warmth and comfort through your exhausted body.

You lie there for a while, focusing on the sound of his heart. The warmth of his skin. The familiar scent of his soap. Now that you're calm, you begin replaying the events of the night. The sheets that held you hostage like vines. The monster clawing at you that turned out to be your mother. Protecting (and crying on) your pillow like it was your Eddie.

"Why were you awake when I got here?" you ask.

"Your brother called me," he yawns. "I'd have yelled at him if he hadn't sounded so freaked out. You scared the shit out of him."

"I owe him one… or several."

Eddie chuckles, and it's one of the most amazing things you've ever heard. You relax into him and trace what you hope feel like slow, random patterns on his skin… even though you're really spelling out things like 'I love you' and 'don't leave me'.

"Okay," he eventually says, shifting a little under your touch. "I've got some good news and I've got some bad news."

"Okay…?" you prod.

"The good news is, your mom said if I couldn't get you calmed down and back to sleep soon, you didn't have to go to school. So we're both staying here today. The bad news… is that I really gotta pee. So you're gonna either have to let me leave your sight for a minute, or this relationship's gonna get a whole lot closer."

You chuckle sleepily. "Alright," you sigh, reluctantly releasing him. You glance at the clock, then at him. "You have 30 seconds."

Eddie grins, kisses your forehead, leaps out of bed, and runs out of the room. You sit up to finally take your jacket off, and notice that the dry shirt you threw on earlier is inside-out. You're too tired to fix it now. You use the last of your energy to haul yourself out of bed and straighten the tangled pile of blankets... and notice that your brother's shoes are where yours should be. Oops. You roll your eyes at the human disaster you've become and crawl back into Eddie's bed to wait for him.

"I'm here, I'm here, I'm here," he chants when he thunders back into the room. You hold the blanket up with a sleepy smile, and he dives under it to be with you.

You eventually drift off into a dreamless sleep, and wake up to the familiar sound of his soft snore. You crack an eye open and lift your head just enough to see the clock; you've slept until afternoon.

You lie there in bed wearing the same smile you fell asleep with, completely content just to watch Eddie Munson's chest rise and fall with each breath. He's alive. He's safe. He's yours. And you are never, ever letting him go.

Bonus Blurb: What If Real Life Is Good? (a fluffy lil follow-up fic about Evil Woman going home the next day)

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #this started as a quick exercise in ignoring canon because of icarus and damn if i didn't rip my own fucking heart out with this bitch

[steveshairychest]

tw: mentions of death

Eddie will forever be grateful that he got a second chance but now he's starting to feel the consequences of his immortality.

Steve's old enough to be his dad now. His hair is almost completely grey at 45; he says the stress of babysitting 6 kids really sped up the process. Eddie still thinks he's the most beautiful person alive, he's aging like fine wine right before his eyes and he's so glad that he gets to spend every second of his immortal life with Steve.

He just wished they'd grow old together.

Dustin's kids think it's weird that their dad is friends with someone who's only just 'freshly 21' but Eddie thinks it's weird that they've never questioned why the man they've known since they were infants hasn't aged a day. He's starting to realise that children are very oblivious, especially if you bring gifts everytime you visit.

He still DMs for the party except now their children join in too. They like to remind Eddie that his rules are very outdated. He gets a disappointed frown from one of his friends when he kills their kid's character just because they annoyed him.

He thought explaining his eternal youth to his friend's kids was going to be the hardest part but he was wrong.

The hardest part was watching all his friends die.

It never got easier. He held their hands, whispered words of comfort as he listened to their hearts slowly stop. He cursed his abilities in these moments; wished he couldn't smell the illness in their blood and hear their hearts get weaker and weaker as they grew older.

Steve went sooner than he expected.

It came on so suddenly, he had no time to prepare himself, no time to figure out a way to go with him.

"See the world for me." Steve whispers to him. He's smiling, he's fucking dying and he has the audacity to smile at Eddie.

"I don't want to live in a world without you." Eddie's voice cracks and he scoots his chair closer so that he can gently rest his head on Steve's stomach. Steve weakly plays with his hair, that stupid smile still on his face.

"Always so dramatic." Steve traces Eddie's face, runs his fingers over his eyes, his nose, his lips, the scar on the side of his face from the bats; something that feels like a lifetime ago. "I love you, Eds, I won't be mad if you find someone else. Just make sure you visit and tell me about them." Eddie's sobbing now, his body shaking as he cries and grips Steve's hand tighter. He can hear it. He can fucking hear his heart slow. It's a sound he'll never be able to forget.

"My heart belongs to you... in this life.. and the next." And then he's gone.

Eddie's ears ring and he knows he's causing a scene, knows that screaming Steve's name won't magically drag him back from whatever place he's gone to, but he can't stop. He has to be forcefully dragged out of the room which is a struggle because Eddie is stronger than the average human.

He hates the silence, hates that he'll never hear the calming, steady beat of his lovers heart. He doesn't sleep for weeks, it feels wrong to sleep in their bed without Steve. He doesn't eat, can't even bring himself to open the fridge and drink the last bit of blood Steve had put aside for him.

It gets to a point where Dustin's oldest kid, Julie, comes to visit and finds him curled up on the floor, hunger so bad he's unable to move, to speak.

"Steve wouldn't want this." She chides and force feeds him the blood from the fridge. He doesn't know when Dustin told her about him, doesn't really care at that point. All he can do is sob weakly as Steve's blood fills his mouth and brings him back from the edge. "Come on. We're going to visit dad."

Dustin's in a retirement home now.

He'd gone downhill after his wife died and the kids had their own lives, they didn't have time to look after him 24/7. Eddie would have taken him in if he'd known, but he's been in a state of limbo for 2 months now. He'd collapsed on the kitchen floor a week ago and would have stayed there if Julie hadn't shown up, his body can withstand neglect a lot better than he thought.

He's missed Robin's 70th birthday.

He's missed the birth of Mike and El's 4th grand kid.

He's missed the release of Will's final book in his series.

He's missed so much life while mourning Steve. He didn't realise so much could happen in just 2 months.

"Hey, dad, I've brought a visitor." Julie says softly, making sure not to startle Dustin. He's sitting on the small lounge next to the window, an old fantasy book in his hands, and seeing him sit there brings back memories of when they were younger. When Dustin used to come by Steve's house just to be near Eddie, to remind himself that Eddie was okay. They'd sit in the bay window in Steve's lounge room and read together for hours. Steve would walk by and flick the lamp on for them because they wouldn't even notice that the sun had set.

He can still see that little kid in the old man in front of him, he's hidden under the wrinkles and grey hair, but when his eyes light up and his smile takes over his face, Eddie sees the kid that he risked his life for. "Eddie!"

Julie leaves them to talk, says that she'll grab them all a cup of coffee. Eddie declines. He hasn't been able to drink coffee since Steve died. It reminds him too much of waking up to quiet humming from the kitchen and coffee flavoured kisses.

Dustin scolds Eddie for neglecting himself, for not calling him or coming to see him so that they could mourn together. It feels strange to be scolded by someone that you used to babysit.

"He told me to move on." Eddie says quietly, bitterly. "But I don't think I'll ever be able to forget him."

"You don't have to forget him." Dustin scoots closer to Eddie on the cramped lounge and makes him look him in the eyes. "You're going to be around for a long time, Eds. You can't be that stereotypical vampire that mourns his long lost love for centuries."

"Maybe I want to."

"Steve would strangle me when I see him next if I let you do that."

When I see him next.

That makes Eddie ache. Will he ever get to see Steve again? Can he even die? He doesn't want Dustin to leave him too but he knows Steve is probably lonely wherever he is. He never liked being on his own for very long.

Eddie leans against his friend's shoulder and sighs shakily. He doesn't want to cry again. He's tired of crying. "I feel hollow, Dustin. I think Steve took a part of me with him."

"He was always quite greedy when it came to you."

Eddie smiles for the first time in 2 months. "He was, wasn't he. He always stole your time with me." He playfully jabbed Dustin in the side and it felt good to laugh with him, to smile and see the familiar twinkle of joy in his friend's eyes.

When they stop laughing and the room fills with a comfortable silence, Eddie asks quietly, "Do you really think you'll see him again?"

Dustin hums and leans back into the lounge, a knowing smile on his lips. "You'll see him again, Eddie. I know it."

Eddie scoffs with a smile. "Why? Because you're old and wise?"

"Precisely."

Eddie knows Dustin is just saying what he wants to hear, what he thinks he needs to move on with his life, but a small part of himself hopes it's true.

He hopes that after he's seen the world, he'll be able to tell Steve all about it.

#SORRY THIS IS LIKE REALLY LONG #I GOT CARRIED AWAY LMAO #steddie #kas eddie munson #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #steveddie #dustin henderson #tw mentions of death

[poppy-metal]

cw: cnc scene discussion. best dom!eddie.

once again in peril thinking about eddie being the most wonderful boyfriend in the world.

cnc....not something he's even thought of on his own. but when you bring it up, shyly during one night of teasing and talking about crazy things you're into you don't think the other would be, he pauses. sees how your eyes light up with need when you talk about it. It's not something he's wanted or considered, ever. but its something you want. and so.

days later you find yourself on his lap, legs splayed so he can play with the wet mess between your legs. your minds already hazy, but you focus because eddie wants you too.

"tell me again what green means." he says softly, fingers idly stroking inside you.

"g-green means go."

he kisses your shoulder. "and yellow?"

"s-slow down."

"good. and red?"

"stop."

he rewards you with the pad of his thumb stroking over your clit, "you need to use red when you really want me to stop, baby. i won't take no for an answer. you're gonna say it alot, but im not going to hear you."

you whine. you know you're going to say 'no' and 'stop' alot, and the knowledge that he'll keep going. it-

"im going to push inside you." he says, pressing his fingers in, in, in, just as the words leave his lips. "and take what i want from this tiny little hole. you can kick, bite, and plead at me, but im just going to keep. pushing. in. and in."

you feel yourself gush around him a little, "eddie....."

"so if you feel scared. like really scared. you need to use the stoplight system with me. so i know. so i can stop. okay?"

you whine. that isn't good enough, though.

you feel his other hand come up to grip your chin, "hey. are we clear?"

you nod hazily, squirm in his lap. "i understand. we're clear. thank you."

"good girl."

he kisses you, calms your weeping entrance with gentle strokes of his fingers, drawing content little sighs from you.

its only because he loves you so much, that he can fuck you like he doesn't.

#poppy speaks #tw: cnc #this is....a v personal kink of mine i just wanted to talk abt it. #talking through it w eddie.... #eddie spaghetti

[cosmal]

leith ross —

this is so because i got stitches today but thinking about eddie w a partner whose recovering from something super minor (like a twisted ankle or a cold) and eddie just being so worried & all over them because he just wants them to heal :(

sour gummy

summary — eddie makes you feel better with a sore ankle.

content — eddie munson x gn!reader, reader has sore ankle, super duper short sorry

note — this is so short baby but i hope ur stitches are okay!!!!

"Eddie, baby," you say as softly as you can manage. You're not sure he can hear you. Too busy rambling away. "Ed's."

He stops, bites his lip when he realises his mishap and looks at you instead of your leg. "Sorry, sweetheart."

You smile because you don't care. You love listening to him rant, it's just, "S'really cold, baby."

He's got an icepack tucked under your fluffy sock to keep it in place. It's frosted against your skin and stings. You appreciate his effort nonetheless but you don't want to burn your skin.

"Shit, fuck, sorry," he says. You can tell he wants to burst from his seat but he's got your swollen ankle in his lap. He gets up and is gentle as possible when he sits your leg back down.

You wince unthinkingly and he looks at you like he's just accidentally stabbed you. You smile warmly and you think it might relax him. Still, he says, "Sorry, baby," again.

"Eddie," you say before he can buzz away again, "I'm okay. Stop apologising. Please."

"I don't think I can," he frowns. "Let me go grab a washer."

He flies off again in a blur of ratted graphic tee and wild curls. You want to tell him to slow down but you don't think he will. Before you can even miss him, he's back again. A towel in hand and a bag of candies.

He sits back down, careful with your ankle as he gets into the same position. "You don't have to put my feet in your lap, baby."

"Yes," He wraps the towel around the blue ice rock, "I do."

"You'll get uncomfortable." You wrinkle your face up on his behalf and he seems half-offended.

"No, I won't," he snorts. "It's actually quite rude that you think I don't want to spend every minute with you."

"That's not what I meant."

He runs at hand up your calf and squeezes your flesh between his fingers, pressing his palm into your muscle. You sigh. "I know sweetheart, but I'm not gonna let you sit hear lookin' all sad and I just not try and make you feel better."

"I don't look sad," you frown and then fix it up despite yourself.

"Yes, you do." He leans forward and pushes his fingers into your cheek. You smile because you can't help it. "See, there we go. I'm doing my job already."

"Your job?" Now you're giggling.

"My job as your boyfriend," he says all grand like, "to make sure you're happy at all times."

He opens the bag of candy in his lap and shucks it around to find the best one. "Red or blue?"

"Blue, please," you smile and hold your hand out. He places a blue sour gummy in your palm, fingers sticky with sugar. And then another.

"Do you think I deserve a promotion?"

"What's your payment?" you ask, tongue turning blue already.

"More kisses."

"I think we can arrange something."

He smiles. Your ankle feels better already.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson headcannon #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson drabbles #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic

[idontwant2talk]

i miss you more than anything [eddie munson x fem!reader]

hello i personally think we need more eddie angst but maybe I'm just a m<3sochist idk :)

summary: your ex gives you a ride home.

warnings: language, not proofread.

you usually found storms peaceful. when you're sheltered in the warmth of your room, listening to the rain hit your roof, and thunder through your shut windows. cuddled in your bed, warm, safe.

and now you're in the storm. sneakers pinching your toes as you're walking home, the cold rain drenching you, and the stupid sundress you wore. the way it clung to your body made you want to tear it off. that jerk couldn't even drive you back home after he picked an argument. fucking asshole.

you were so caught up in your head, replaying the argument with your boyfriend-- if you could even call him that anymore --that you don't notice the van pulling up next to you. the van that you quickly recognized.

the window rolls down, and when your teary eyes meet his, you're fast to look away. keeping your eyes ahead as you kept walking, more embarrassed than you should be. "y/n--" "im fine, eddie."

eddie usually wasn't great at math, but here, it wasn't hard for him to put one and one together. he knows you put on one of your dresses that he loves so much, but for him. he knows that you're crying, because of him.

eddie wouldn't mind turning his van around and giving your boyfriend a friendly visit. but you're his main priority right now.

he continues to drive slow, matching your pace. "you're gonna get sick-- let me drive you home, yeah?" if he's being honest, he didn't exactly care about your physical health, it was the sight of your sorrowed expression that worried him most.

he needs you to be with him. so he can comfort you. that's his job-- one that he assigned himself. he loves you. never stopped. even after you broke up with him.

"can you please get in? i'll drive you straight home," he tries again, you can nearly hear how desperate he is, "they won't even find out."

they. your parents that pressured you into splitting up with the boy. they don't want their star daughter who's on her way to college, dating a 20-year-old drug dealer who's still in high school. it wasn't a good look, it's an embarrassment to the family. and you let them get in your head.

you broke up with eddie the next week, leaving the man confused, and utterly heartbroken. but eddie tried to be understanding, he always thought you were too good for him. he got lucky with you. luck runs out.

he calls your voice again, noticing you're debating it. but the rain wasn't letting up, and you're practically freezing. with a dragged sigh, you stop walking, eddie pressing the brakes. not even looking at him, you make your way to the passenger side, eddie reaching over and opening the door before you got the chance to. you climb in, greeted by the low playing metal music through the speakers, and the warm air weakly coming from the vents.

it's been a month and 12 days since you've been this close to him. or you assume, not that you were keeping count. you missed his presence more than anything.

he notices your shivering, teeth nearly clattering. without hesitation, he takes off the leather jacket that seemed to always be attached to his body, and drapes it around your shoulders. "thank you," you tell him, a tight smile adorning his face.

he was so pretty. he made you safe, his chocolate eyes providing you comfort each time they looked into yours. you find yourself studying him like it's been years since you saw him, and god, it was dangerous.

you finally avert your gaze, leaning your head against the window, focusing on the droplets that race down the glass.

it's not until he begins to drive again that he speaks, and though he didn't want to pry, he couldn't help how concerned he was for you. never could. "wanna talk about it?"

you feel his gaze, but don't bring yourself to meet it. "not much to talk about," you mumble, "another day, another fight."

nothing new. guess that's what happens when you get into a relationship with someone you don't relate to, you hardly comunicate with, you dont…love.

and it frustrates the boy beside you. because you, you, deserve all the good shit in this damn world. and instead, you're stuck in this shitty town with your shitty boyfriend.

eddie simply nods, unsure of what to say, without sounding like a bitter ex. he swears he's not. he just wants what's best for you.

there's a comfortable silence for the rest of the ride, the two of you silently enjoying just being with one another. it wasn't just rare, it never happens, not anymore. you tried to tell yourself it was for the best, so you could get over him. and yet, so many weeks separated, the simple thought of him kept you awake.

the familiar houses you passed daily came into view, part of you disapointed that you had to leave him already. fuck. fuck. it was just a ride home from your ex. don't be weird about it.

eddie puts the van in park when he reaches your house, tapping the steering wheel with his knuckles. you sit up, fiddling with your fingers. you're both searching for the right words to say– unsure what to say. eddie hesitates, but eventually speaks up. "i…i miss you."

you meet his saddened eyes, which matched your own. "i don't know if that's like…allowed…but i do." eddie honestly didn't want to overstep any boundaries, but he wanted to tell you something that's been bothering him. because he does miss you, e v e r y t h i n g about you, and he could go on a cheesy monologue about it. he's refraining from that, however.

"eddie…" you sigh, his confession hitting you harder than it should. because you feel the same. and you shouldn't. you can't. "no i–" he pauses, a forced sad smile on his face, "i get it."

he leans back as he looks out the window, voice barely above a whisper as he repeats, "i get it."

you chew the inside of your cheek, ripping your eyes off him and to your house. you take off your seat belt and your hand hovers over the door handle, but you can't find the simplest energy to pull it.

damn it.

"eddie?" he faces you once more, noticing you were leaning…in? and he doesn't hesitate, no, he's quick to meet your lips, the cold metal of his rings touches your skin when he holds your face. you don't know what you're doing or if it's right, but it feels right.

a familiar yet unfamiliar kiss, one you've missed, one you've quite literally dreamt about. and to both of your dismay, you pull away, but your eyes don't leave each other. and the longer you stare, you realize how fucked you are.

"i–uh…i need to go," you tell him, not waiting for him to reply as you're swiftly exiting the vehicle. all the warmth fades, even when you rush inside your suburban home. it feels as though the storm had followed you, hanging over your head with each step you take. because you didn't have the only thing that brought you comfort these days.

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love, lola / chapter one / through space and time (5.6k)

a/n: happy ending eventually, slow burn, will they won't they, a lil angsty but never mean eddie

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'Oh sweetheart you'll never believe this, Chrissy Cunningham is coming over later ahaha.' 

That was the last you had heard from Eddie and his words had made you want to slam the phone down so hard it crushed through the wall. Chrissy fucking Cunningham. It was downright embarrassing, you were twenty, living in New York and yet wanting to climb out onto the fire escape where the traffic can drown out your screaming over a teenage cheerleader. A hideous jealously coursed through you, not only was Eddie far away and his time previously reserved for you, now being spent with others. But it was being spent with the antithesis of you; classically all American feminine. Chrissy was delicate, pure and with the right amount of mystery. Eddie didn't know every detail of her life, every gory mortifying moment. Another fear that lingered in your mind - Eddie knew you far too well to possibly be in love with you. 

In the absence of a cure for a broken heart, the easiest alternative was to tape it back together and pretend that wasn't a temporary solution. For you this meant hooking up with someone, anyone who for once could make you feel desired, even if only for a night. And there he was, your human equivalent to sellotape, sat on the sofa with a beer trying to decide how long he needed to spend on pleasantries before he could get his dick out. Then your phone rang... it still wasn't Eddie. 

'Is this Y/N?' an anxious voice piped' 

'Yes... who is this?' 

'My name is Dustin, I'm Eddie's friend...'

Instantly your heart froze at Eddie's name and you hear the deep inhale from the other line. 

'He's in trouble. I didn't know who else to call.'

Immediately you were screeching at Mr. Sellotape to leave, the reason your heart beat at all needed you and he was more important than anything. You knew of Dustin, you knew of all of Eddie's latest lost chicks he'd taken under his wing. There was no need to ask for the boy to elaborate, whatever it was, you would be there. Every moment from the phone call until you find yourself back in Hawkins was a blur. Now you were finally, carefully approaching Skull Rock - where you used to get drunk as a teenager - to find beneath, curled up in a shivering ball, your Eddie. 

'Teddy,' you whisper, it's a name for his ears only. 

You heart wrenches to see how the confident larger than life boy turned to you quivering, eyes wide and tearful as if he could no longer trust the world around him. But he could trust you. Eddie leans in to your outstretched hand, finally receiving the only comfort on earth that could sooth him. The group linger back, aware you can help him in a way they'll never understand. After a few moments indulging in your touch, Eddie's big eyes blink open. This is the saddest and smallest you'd ever seen him, his face more haunted than the moment you stood by him as they lowered his mother's coffin into the ground. 

'W-why... h-how are you here Y/N?' his voice merely a croak. 

'Dustin called and I got on a plane straight away. You were in trouble. That's all I needed to know.'

You crawl up next to him as finally, for the first time since he saw Chrissy's crumpled lifeless body on his floor, Eddie lets himself go. Leaning against you, his face burrowed into your chest, sobs erupt causing his lanky frame to tremble and your top to soak with tears. He tells you every detail, the parts he hadn't wanted to scare the kids with. The way her bones crunched like twigs underfoot, how her once sparkling eyes crushed like grapes, every violent impact on the innocent girl's body inhuman. 

The bond that exists between you means not once does he question whether you believe his story or the insane revelation of the supernatural. The gang had told you everything, from Will's disappearance to where you are now and somehow it didn't surprise you. There had always been a twisted aura enveloping Hawkins that you'd never been able to ignore ever since you were a child. It was a topic your Grandmother frequently mentioned about the town you both called home; since time began there has been a darkness to Hawkins. 

Once again it felt like your destiny to be Eddie Munson's protector. Refusing to leave his side once you'd finally been reunited, whatever inter-dimensional beast or holier than thou towns person came for Eddie, they'd have to get through you first. You fingers intwined with his as you both swam into the depths of Lover's Lake, another location from your childhood together charred from the trauma Eddie had witnessed there. Pushing through to the surface you now came face to face with the hellish underbelly of Hawkins, the source of all the unexplained horrors that had occurred over the last three years. Instinctively you clung to Eddie holding him back as you witnessed demonic bats descend from the twisted red skies onto Steve Harrington. Nancy's screams and Eddie's tugging pull you out of the panicked vision of Eddie in Steve's place, being ravaged at all angles by the bats; you desperately needed him out of this and into safety.

The pair of you kick into action attempting to save Steve whilst you never let Eddie stray from your peripheral. Finally as the bats cower away you exhale and watch as Nancy attends to Steve's wounds. You can't help but notice the glimmer of adoration and heartbreak as she sees the damage, the way her fingers are gentle against his skin as her touch lingers a little too long and her eyes soften at his words. You force yourself to look away and continue forward with Robin as Eddie holds back with Steve, wrapping him in his jacket. Watching your shoes shuffle in the dirt, you look down in attempt to hide the blush rising on your cheeks as you realise the way Nancy looks at Steve is surely the way the world sees you look at Eddie. At least Nancy had the excuse of being his ex, of having held him in the ways you'd longed to hold Eddie but unfortunately you had no excuse; you'd never been so lucky to call Eddie yours. With the watergate closed you all pursue another avenue and continue onwards to the Wheeler house in search of weapons. As you finally arrive and begin to file up the stairs to Nancy's bedroom, Eddie's hand finds yours and pulls you back. 

The deep brown warmth in his eyes as they gaze up at you makes your heart burn similar to the burning sensation on your skin as Eddie's thumb rubs your knuckles. He looks at you and speaks with a sincerity rare for your best friend.

'I-I'm glad you're here Y/N... I mean... I'd rather you were away from this and safe but...'

You squeeze his hand as you indulge, letting your free hand brush his still damp fringe out his eyes. 

'Of course I'm here. I'd follow you anywhere... even through space and time,' you chuckle as you gesture around to the surreal surroundings you find yourselves in. 

Eddie faintly smiles back as he captures your other hand now, gripping them both intensely. 

'It's selfish but... I couldn't get through this without you, sweetheart.' 

It's a nickname that's lasted a lifetime and it still makes your blood rush without fail. You pull your conjoined hands to your lips and press a kiss to each. 

'You'll never have to get through anything without me. You're stuck with me for life.' 

Your heart is internally screaming please keep me around for life but you dare not let it slip.  

The moment is interrupted as Robin shouts for you both and fills you in on their discoveries; that the Upside Down is stuck in 1983 and that they can communicate with Dustin on the other side. You struggle to pay attention to Dustin's words and revelations, your eyes fixated on the way the energy twinkling from the lights reflects every shade of Eddie's eyes; shades of caramel, chocolate and espresso. 

Eventually you reach Eddie's trailer and see his lip tremble as you all enter. His eyes fixate on one spot and it goes without saying that it's where he saw Chrissy die. It feels disgustingly cruel for his own home to now be marred by this dark events. Dustin's cheerful face breaks the tension as it appears at the portal opening and you watch as Eddie visibly relaxes a the sight and sound of the boy. It's a comfort knowing Eddie had someone he was truly at ease with in your absence. You all venture into his bedroom and it's a familiar sight you've missed so much. It's wall to wall Eddie. His posters, his guitars, his bedsheets and clothes and... you spot something crumpled on the floor. 

'Urm Nance...'

She whips around to meet you, 'Yeah?'

'Did you say you think this place... this version of Hawkins was stuck in 83?'

She nods, 'Yep, pretty much. 6th November 83, the day Will went missing... why?'

You point to what caught your eye.

'Guess I was staying here that night,' you shrug. 

In the corner, next to the side of the bed Eddie usually sleeps on his a pile of your clothes. A small black satin dress, a matching set of pink lace underwear and a pair of black ankle boots. You'd forgotten you ever owned any of it, not having seen them in years. You're oblivious to Eddie's reaction to seeing what you point at, his cheeks redden, eyes wide as he gulps. Everyone stares at him but you, who starts to tie up sheets to use as a ladder between portals. 

Eddie coughs and manages to stutter out, 'Urm, y-yeah... you were here that night...' 

He's grateful that you're too distracted to see his pink cheeks and that his hair is still wet, hiding the beads of sweat surely trickling from his forehead. 

'That's wild, I totally forgot,' you shrug as you walk back into the living room. 

Nancy and Robin eyes shift at Eddie before following you out of the room. Steve stays and takes in Eddie's nervous appearance, 

'What the fuck dude?' His eyebrows raise, baffled as to what he just witnessed. 

Eddie shakes his head, 'don't ask...' he sighs and closes his eyes tightly. 

Steve looks over at the pile of clothes and back at the tension in Eddie's face, he attempts to sooth it. 

Batting his arm, Steve smirks 'cute panties though, right?'

Eddie's eyes jump back open, the red of the sky outside reflecting in the brown orbs and he raises his hand to Steve who jumps back in time. 

'Do. Not. Harrington,' he snarls. 

Steve raises his hands in surrender as he backs out the room, attempting to hide a smirk. 

'Alright, alright. Touchy subject, clearly, Munson.' 

Once Eddie is left alone in his bedroom he moves over to the pile of your clothes and lets the satin and lace glide through his fingers. Even in this godforsaken dimension, your smell still radiates from the fibres although mixed with whisky. He carefully folds them, pulls an old suitcase out from under his bed and opens it. In there are treasures, pictures of his Mom, song lyrics, old picks, gig tickets and birthday cards. He delicately places your clothes in there. Had the Upside Down mirrored his bedroom as it was now in 1986, your clothes would still be there folded perfectly in his box of treasures. 

It had been easy to slot into the group who'd been protecting your best friend in your absence. The Harringtons ran in the same circles as your Grandmother, many a ridiculous social event you and Steve had sought each other out to sit in the corner together. Robin although a couple years younger, had been interested in art like you so you'd run into each other in the art classrooms. Nancy had always been on a level above her peers, taking several of your senior classes despite being a sophomore. As for the kids, particularly Dustin, it was easy to connect with people who saw just how special Eddie was. You'd made it out of the portal and back into the real world. Your eyes scanned round the group of your new friends and allies. As you huddled together in the Max's trailer, plotting how to defeat Vecna you knew there'd been one ally you had yet to recruit - your Grandmother. Nancy had scavenged all the information she could on Vecna; from Victor Creel to Henry himself but there was one source of Hawkins history that hadn't been tapped into. Your Gran was born into a very wealthy founding family of Hawkins, it's story was her own. 

Earlier as you had clung to Eddie as you entered the Upside Down, across town your Gran sat at the back of the townhall listening to her community descend into madness. There were things in Hawkins they could never understand yet she had long suspected. Since childhood she felt the darkness infiltrate the streets she walked and the air she breathed. In 1959 a neighbour at the end of her street passed away leaving the home to his great niece and her family - The Creels. The events that happened in that house confirmed everything your Gran had ever theorised about Hawkins - it was cursed. Every detail she was able to piece together from neighbourhood gossip, police reports and the tales her daughter (your Mom) had told of the siblings Henry and Alice Creel that she had attended school with. All of it brought her to the conclusion that there was something that existed beyond what we understand. Then there was the Laboratory. It had appeared not long after the Second World War, her father some how involved in its funding and formation. She didn't know much about her father's work and that was by his own design, all she knew was that it wasn't savoury - nothing good ever paid so well. Often in the middle of the night she'd be awoken by the phone ringing, usually within ten minutes of the call she would hear her father leaving the house, she knew it meant something had gone wrong at the lab.

By the 50s, she sensed whatever was occurring at the lab had intensified as her father was pulled out of retirement and the atmosphere of Hawkins blackened further. Anytime she visited, her mother would inform her he was either out or shut away in his office with the men in black hats. Then after the Creel murders happened, something shifted in her father. He looked paler, gaunter, his eyes hollowed and empty, as if he were in a constant state of having seen a ghost. That is when she decided for sure whatever happened at Creel House was beyond human as was what occurred in the confines of Hawkins Lab. By 1960 her father had died and she sensed decades of harbouring these secret horrors finally took its toll on his body. As time went by, the Creel family faded to an urban legend within the town, everyone blissful to forget beside your Gran.

Then the events of 83 occurred, a boys dead body found one minute then he returns the next, unexplained deaths and increased activity at the lab. To her, all of it screamed cover up, something she could imagine her father hatching up in his office with the men in black hat. Since then incidents only continued, each more bizarre than the last and always haphazardly explained. Now she found herself here listening to her town finally realising none of this was normal and her completely missing the mark. Blaming it on satanism and cults, blaming on a boy she viewed as a grandson. A boy she knew was innocent. 

After convincing the group your Gran would understand, you found yourself pulling up to her house - your house. Steve and Dustin accompanied you to knock on as the rest of them stayed in the camper van Eddie had stolen. The door opened to your Gran's smiling face and after everything you'd learnt over the past couple of days, you just needed to be in her arms and comforted by the only real parent you'd ever had. Her arms instantly wrapped round you, her delicate hands stroking your back and hair soothingly like you were a child all over again. Soft kisses were placed at the crown of your head. 

'You came home to help Eddie, didn't you?' She murmured. 

'He didn't do it, Gran. I swear,' you couldn't help the sob that escaped you. 

She takes your face in her hands and instantly the smile on her face soothes your worries. 

'I know, of course he didn't. It's our Eddie we're talking about.' 

Our Eddie. It makes you smile just how deeply apart of each other's existence you are. 

Your Gran frees you and turns to your friends, waving them in. 

'Hello Steve and young man, you are?'

'Dustin, ma'am!' 

His formality makes your Gran smirk. 

'Okay Dustin, well come on in boys and you can just call me Ruby.'

The three of you follow your Gran into her sitting room and instantly you all scramble to fill her in from Will's disappearance to the present day. All she does is nod and occasionally close her eyes, her hands clasped together. 

'Ma'a- Ruby... do you believe us? I know it sounds ridic-' Dustin stammers but your Gran raises her hand and cuts him off. 

'I knew it. Finally. An entire lifetime I knew there was something wrong with Hawkins and thank god you kids finally worked it all out.'

Steve and Dustin look between each other blinking, shocked at her total belief and lack of questions. You just smile, you knew she'd understand it all if not be completely thrilled she finally had answers to decades of questions. The clap of her hands and her bejewelled rings clinking together gets the boys attention. 

'So,' she grins, 'what's the plan? What do you need from me?' 

So now you find yourself with a full plan to defeat Vecna ready to be enacted. All of you split into separate groups: Max, Lucas and Erica at the Creel House, Robin, Nancy and Steve at the Upside Down alternative and you sitting at the edge of the portal in Eddie's trailer as he and Dustin lower themselves into the Upside Down side. All of you armed by weapons funded by your Gran. It infuriated you to be left on the outside as Eddie threw himself into danger but they'd all argued they needed someone at the portal, ready to help them through and to hand if something went wrong in either world. Eddie had to unlatch your grip from his hand, he kissed your head as he whispered,

'You can't always be the one saving me, sweetheart.'

The words made you feel sick, it was alien to not be by Eddie's side to protect him. You wait alone and anxious, picking at an abandoned flannel of Eddie's you found on the sofa next to you. Finally, the silence is broken by Robin's crackle through the walkie,

'Initiate Phase 3.'

'Understood Buckley, Phase 3 about to be initiated,' both Eddie and Dustin's voices chirp through the speaker. 

Hearing his voice alone allows you the breathe a little easier until you realise now it's really happening, now is where the trouble begins. 

Within minutes you begin to feel the vibrations from the amps on the other side and Eddie's guitar kicks in. A grin spreads over your face as you lean further to the portal to listen closer. Master of Puppets. You can't help but chuckle, of course your best friend chose to defeat an inter-dimensional monster with Metallica. Ever since its release he'd been dedicated every spare moment to practising it. Multiple scheduled calls were missed because he'd become so absorbed in attempting to perfectly repeating the chords but you understood, his passion just another thing you loved about him. When he did remember, he often put you on loudspeaker as he continued to try and master the solo. But it was hard to talk when you could picture him sat on the edge of his bed, calloused fingers burning as he repeated notes until it was flawless, the veins in his hands, neck and arms protruding as he tensed and his tongue poking out like it always did when he concentrated hard. However none of the times you'd heard him had he played like this.

Through dimensions you could hear the passion he was playing with, you knew his entire being was being forced into this song and it showed, every note flawless. When you closed your eyes you could picture him stood on the roof, wind whipping round his curls, his body rippling in movement with the guitar and the sleeves of his leather jacket taught and crinkled with his movements. It killed you to be missing his most mental performance yet. The wretched screeches of the bats pulled you from your longing and made your heart rate pick up. The plan had worked clearly but now that meant they were making a beeline for Eddie. The image of seeing the bats lunging at Steve's body earlier made your stomach churn. The thought of Eddie... your legs were already dangling over the edge of the portal when silence fell. Time ticked slowly and it all felt wrong. You grabbed for your walkie,

' Dustin?' You panted, 'what's going on? Why is it quite?'

Silence. No response. It was all too quite. 

You hurled yourself through the portal, crashing onto the mattress you'd peacefully curled up on with Eddie so many times. You wished that's where you really were now, asleep bedside him and having the worst dream of your life. But you weren't. You stumbled to your feet and wrenched open the trailer door. The sky was darker than earlier, now a deep crimson with murky clouds and crackling lightening. Dustin stood nervously not far from the trailer... without Eddie. 

'What the fuck is going on?' you hissed. 

'He's gone rogue...' Dustin whispered, his eyes wide and you looked in the direction of his stare. 

The bats were silent because they'd been occupied with chasing Eddie who was fleeing away from the trailer. 

'What the hell is he doing?! You were supposed to play then get in the fucking trailer!' You scowled. 

'Th-they were too quick! We couldn't get from the roof to the door so he started running, s-so I could get in safely,' Dustin's bottom lip was trembling. 

You couldn't be mad at him, this screamed of Eddie's recklessness. You reached out and squeezed Dustin's shoulder. 

'Please, please, get inside. Get upside and safe. I'll deal with him.'

Dustin nods and begins to back up the stairs to the trailer. 

You're furious at Eddie's recklessness. Enraged he'd risk himself like this, make Dustin witness and risk leaving you. His figure continues to flee into the distance on a bike. You march closer, standing safely away from the trailer door which Dustin has finally retreated through. 

'EDWARD FUCKING MUNSON,' you bellow, 'WHAT PART OF THE FUCKING PLAN IS THIS?'

Your voice booms through the desolate land, bouncing off the tinny trailers and catching not only Eddie's attention but the bats. All of them screeching to a halt. 

'GET INSIDE NOW!' Eddie shouts back. 

He should know how stubborn you are, you stomp forward and you can see him shaking his head and flapping his arms encouraging you to move. 

'NO YOU FUCKING IDIOT! GET HERE NOW. WHERE IN THE PLAN DID WE DECIDE TO PLAY HUMAN SACRIFICE?' the anger inside you has completely erupted, you cannot believe how stupid he'd be. The rage is blinding you that all you can see is Eddie's frustrated figure and not the bats who are beginning to be lured by your echoing voice. 

'YOU SCARED DUSTIN! YOU SCARED ME! THIS IS NOT D&D, THIS IS NOT A FANTASY TO PLAY THE HERO! GET. INSIDE. NOW.' 

Some how your voice has grown even louder, Eddie has never heard you neither this loud nor angry. It's terrifying but what scares him more is how you've completely backfired his plan. The bats are now hurtling towards you and you're oblivious, still screeching at him. 

'Y/N be careful! They're coming your way now, for fucks sake!' 

Finally you process the world around you beside Eddie and see the black mass of bats now turned and flapping in your direction. Frantically, you spin to find the nearest weapon at your disposal. A shot gun sits propped up against the railings of the trailer and you skid over grabbing it. Cocking it, you're never more grateful for a ridiculous upbringing that resulted in you learning to shoot clay pigeons. 

Eddie's eyes bulge as he watches you shoot down the bats like it was second nature. His fingers grip at his hair knowing there's more bats than bullets and they're a lot faster than the gun. 

'Crazy bitch,' he mutters and he assesses his surroundings, 'couldn't just let me protect her for once.' 

He spots the wire for the amp dangling off the roof of the trailer and speeds back off towards it, hoping the guitar works again. 

The bats are dropping one by one but they continue to close in on you. They block your view and you pray for once in his life Eddie Munson has made a sensible decision and gone inside... but alas you were wrong. 

The amp screeches back to life and the bats flinch at the noise pivoting again back towards Eddie. Your fingers grip tight on the gun as you see him clearly now, round the side of the trailer across from you, calloused fingers causing his guitar to break through the noise again. Motherfucker, you think. 

You try to shout again to get the bats back to you but your voice is now hoarse and incomparable to the volume of the amps. 

The gun blasts to life again as you attempt to shoot down the swarm that is spiralling round Eddie but it's futile. The bats appear to have tripled in number. A darkness whispers through your mind it's no use. 

Tears trickle at the panic that's coursing through your veins, you attempt to move towards him but your legs are trembling and the shaking slows down the number of shots you can fire. As your arms lower, bullets all spent, you can finally hear his song. It's not Metallica now but your favourite and now the tears flood your waterline. Hot on your skin and completely obscuring the view of Eddie. 

Eddie watches you try to stumble nearer through the gaps between the beasts that swirl around him. He's stuck in the eye of a demonic tornado. He's the unlikely hero attempting to save princess who can only succeed at a cost. Your life is worth much more, he believes that to his core. But for once he thinks he can finally call himself a hero, protecting you for once instead of vice versa. Eddie is sure he has them all of the bats to his attention now, safely away from you. No need to play anymore he stops and lifts his guitar, swinging it round his head like a baseball bat. The bats screech and their blood splatters against his face each time he catches another. It's exhausting, another appearing in place of any he strikes. His arms and lungs ache. 

'Don't...' he gasps, 'you dare fucking hurt her. Don't...'

One bat manages to side sweep him, the sharp tail taking his legs out from under him. Eddie crashes to the floor and all he sees is black, the swarm entirely filling his line of vision. Over their screeches he can barely hear you cry his name. He groans as hot punctures strike at him repeatedly. The bats are quick to shred his pre ripped jeans and the thin cotton of his t-shirt. His trusty leather jacket providing him an armour that it had already done since the day you bought it for him. There's not point fooling himself, Eddie knows the hot trickles he feels down his torso and legs is his own blood. He closes his eyes, I'm really fucking tired he thinks. 

 Scarlet thunder cracks brutally through the blackened sky. Once, twice, three, four times. The bats instantly screech and drop fast and hard. Their bodies thumbing to the ground, the shield drop and revealing Eddie lying there motionless. Your scream pierces the silence, feet crunching over the dust and bodies to get to him. 

'Eddie,' you're barely able to croak as you take in the sight before you. 

His t-shirt tattered, gashes littering his sides as hot red pulses out of them and an unholy rate. Your heart and stomach plummet. Dropping to your knees by his side you rip off your sweater. Pushing it against the blood flow. A sharp gasp escapes Eddie and whilst you hate to hurt him, you're so pleased to hear a noise. 

'Teddy, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry. I need to stop the bleeding okay?' 

His eyes are drooping heavily, his chest raising faintly. You cradle his face, stroking away his hair and letting your forehead fall to his. 

'W-why did you do that?' you sob

Eddie wheezes attempting to answer and your hand goes to sooth him, stroking his neck. 

'C-couldn't... let... them...hurt you,' he splutters, blood splattering out his mouth. It's bad.You shake your head and try to protest but he muscles the strength to take take your hand in is. 

'You'd h-have... done the same,' he smiles. 

Even with bloody smeared over his face he is the most beautiful human you've ever seen. 

'Yeah... I would've,' you chuckle between sniffs. 

You heart cracks, his eyes droop closed and his body feels cooler each second. 

'Please, please stay awake Teddy. Please,' you're begging, tears streaming down into his neck where you've buried your face. The hand he had taken yours in shifts, managing to tangle into a lock of your hair. Your eyes shut blissfully at the touch, you never want him to stop touching you even if he's never touched you in all the ways you want. Eddie's throat croaks again and push up to look at his face. 

'Through,' he coughs again, more blood splatters out, 'space and time, yeah? Sweethea...' 

Eddie's eyes finally fluttered closed and then fingers than had been clutching your hair slack. If he goes knowing you're safe and you're the last thing his eyes ever got to enjoy and your skin was the final thing he got to touch, then that's a pretty good way to go. 

 Your own heart stops as you scan his face. Fingers clutching at the sides of his face, shaking him. Harder and harder. 

'Eddie?' you welp.  

'EDDIE?!' you grip at the scuffed leather.

No response. No movement. The blood that had been gushing from him has stilled. You throw your body over his. Face buried into his bloody chest, careless to its stains. 

'Don't you dare fucking leave me Edward Munson. I don't know how to exist without you, I don't think I do exist without you,' you whisper through a fresh wave of sobs. 

Your fingers find his pick necklace and you press your lips to it. 'Please, Teddy. I'm so in love with you. Please.' 

When Dustin finds you, quickly followed by Steve, Robin and Nancy, they gasp at the sight before them. You're curled up on Eddie's body, when they tug you away, you're covered in as much blood as Eddie. Collectively they carry him, your hand never leaving his. 

Once top side, they lay Eddie in back of Steve's car. You crawl in beside him and the gang look mournful as they watch Steve reverse, speeding away to the hospital. You're completely oblivious to the world outside of yours and Eddie's bodies. Steve let's tears seep as he keeps his eyes on the road, determined to pretend he can't hear the way you confess your love to Eddie. Whatever happens, he thinks, I'll never mention I heard that. 

A group of people haul Eddie out the backseat and into the hospital, you chasing frantically. Determined to never let him out of your sight. The doctors and nurses look in horror as they assess his injuries, petrified as to what could cause such unholy damage. You screech at them to stop as they cut away his clothes,

'Don't... don't rip that!' You cry as you take Eddie's leather jacket off for him. Steve and a nurse stroke your back as your carefully take off every ring, bracelet and necklace. Pressing a kiss to his buckles when you remove the final one. To the staff you must look like a distraught wife, you could only dream. The nurse tugs you away,

'Please honey, you have to let go of him now if the Doctors have any hope of saving him.' 

Steve takes you into his arms as you begin to cry more. As Eddie is wheeled away, the nurse shakes her head at Steve and mouths 'prepare her for the worst.' He nods, pulling you now over to the sofa and laying you down. 

Steve watches trying to stifle his own tears now as he sees you cover your body in Eddie's leather jacket and place each of his rings on yourself. As your exhausted eyes flutter closed, he witnesses you bring the rings to your lips. All of it means so much more now, Steve realises. You were completely in love with Eddie Munson. 

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[riddlemeknot]

The Riddler NSFW Headcanons

{ smut brought to you by yours truly }

content: 18+, rough NSFW headcanons, free-use, BDSM(?)(elements?), smacking, spanking, hair-pulling, rough oral (m! receiving), mentions of blood and violence (not against reader)

Riddler:

*Riddler is a horny man for sure.

*Gets a power rush in his getup and the thought of using that power on you could make him cum in his pants in a matter of seconds.

*He will come home covered in blood and sweat, his heartbeat still rushing in his ears from the thrill of his last kill and heads straight for the bedroom.

*Gets really turned on by watching you from a distance.

*Really likes when you're doing mundane things like reading or watching tv and he just watches. Seeing you so calm and relaxed without acknowledging his slightly terrifying presence stirs something inside of him.

*He's not very good at hiding sometimes though. He gets so excited from the rush of what's about to happen next that he'll just be standing there, almost panting behind the mask so loud that you can hear him.

*Loves to surprise you when he is in his getup.

*He will walk right up to you, having just walked into the apartment, and just shove you down onto the nearest surface, not uttering a single word while he unzips his pants.

*Sometimes he can get so concentrated on his goal that he won't take off a single piece of his outfit. So expect really sweaty Riddler in his jacket and cling wrap.

*Speaking of, he loves clothed sex. Something about how passionate and urgent it makes it seem makes him even harder.

Sexy Time:

{ okay it's about to get crazy, not too crazy, but please proceed with caution. }

{I don't even know where to start, I'm so excited so this list is about to be scattered }

*His favorite position is doggy. Over the bed doggy is even better. He not only loves the way he can watch your back arch and twist, but he loves the control he has.

*He can be really rough if he gets into his Riddler headspace. He doesn't mean it, but it just excites him so much.

*When I say the outfit stays on, I mean it. Gloves and all.

*He loves to grip at your jaw, squeezing his fingers into your cheeks as he guides you to do whatever it is he wants you to do. His gloves will squeak sometimes from how tight his grip is.

*Sometimes, when you get a little mouthy, he'll give your cheek a little smack. He loves the sound his glove makes against your skin. He will always soothe your cheek with a gentle rub of his thumb, using the gesture to double as an apology.

*He isn't one for soft, slow foreplay. He also prefers getting head instead of giving head when he is in his outfit. It mostly has to do with his mask.

*Riddler loves face-fucking. Just gripping your hair in his hands and tugging your mouth up and down his cock while you make pretty gagging noises around him. It's enough to almost make him blackout.

*He'll stop with his cock fully seated in your throat, spit running from the sides of your mouth while he just stares down at you, his pupils blown from excitement and lust.

*Also loves to fuck your face when your head is hanging over the side of the bed. That's another one of his favorites. He'll pin your arms to your side and just fuck into your throat, watching the outline of the head of his cock each time he thrusts in.

*He loves to use toys on you. Just watching you wiggle and squirm away from whatever toy he has pressed right against your sensitive spots is enough to get him off for an entire night.

*He definitely has done that before, left you tied up all night using toys on you to overstimulate you over and over again until he's finally tired you all out.

*Loves bootlicking. If it isn't your thing, he'll never bring it up again, but something about watching your tongue against the boot (rinsed off because of the condition of Gotham's streets) that he has worn while out getting justice makes him rock hard.

*Once he finally gets himself inside of you, he goes wild. He's still Eddie, still inexperienced and eager.

*His thrusts usually have no rhythm. Just hard and deep. He can go really fast too, usually when it starts to feel really good and he just wants more of you anyway he can get it.

*His sounds so purely animalistic. He growls a lot for sure.

*Loves to grip at your hair and just yank you back onto his cock over and over again. You might have to teach him how to properly hold your hair at first.

*Also loves to grip onto your shoulders when fucking into you. He will leave finger shaped bruises on your collarbones from how hard he will cling to you and pull you back.

*He also loves to cum inside of you. Sometimes he will cum on your back or your face, but usually he is fully pushed inside of you, grunting and mumbling about how good you feel into your ear.

*His eyes roll back into his head every time, but he will just close his eyes to hide it.

*He will just lay on top of you for a second when he cums inside of you, taking a moment to catch his breath and place kisses to the skin of your neck before he gets his own strength back.

{ part 2 i promise }

Aftercare:

*Always makes sure you are okay afterwards. Aftercare is very important to Eddie because he would never want to hurt you or make you upset.

*He will usually strip down since he's all sweaty and run off to the bathroom butt naked. He will get a warm washcloth to come and clean you up.

*He'll wipe the sweat from your face before cleaning the mess you two made.

*Loves to give you kisses wherever he is cleaning. He'll place kisses to your forehead, your stomach, your thighs.

*Sometimes little drops of sweat get caught in his glasses when he is hovering over you and usually it's the first thing he cleans off when he is done taking care of you.

*If you have the energy, he will take you to the shower with him. He'll properly clean you off, using soap and hot water to help you relax. He won't let you move a muscle. All you have to do is lean against him.

*Usually is the one to tear the sheets off the bed and toss them to the side. He'll just throw a big comforter on the bed in place for sheets, but only for the night.

*He will make sure you fall asleep first, kissing your forehead and rocking you to sleep with him. Sometimes he might tell you little funny stories he read from the newspaper or distract you with soft humming.

{ i hope you enjoyed. i love my baby so much <3 }

~mimzy <3

{ please reach out for any mistakes or warnings that I should add }

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[thefatedthoughtofyou]

He Tastes Like the Blood in His Mouth

Summary: Steve and Eddie start weekly movie nights with Dustin. But Dustin starts bailing on them, leaving them alone together. One evening Eddie goes to get them a popcorn refill and doesn't come back.

Word Count: 5,547

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Jason's asshole friends beating up Eddie, one insinuation of homophobia.

Ao3

They're at the movies when it happens. Steve and Eddie. Dustin was supposed to come but he'd gotten into the habit of ditching them at the last second. It was a downright suspicious habit, Steve was definitely gonna have to question him about it soon. If he ever saw the kid again. The little brat. But, if Steve was being honest. He didn't mind. Spending time with Eddie had been... different. New. And kind of exciting.

He was weird. No doubt about that. And maybe the most hyper person Steve had ever met. He couldn't sit still to save his life. Even at the movies. His leg constantly bouncing. When they first started going he'd apologized to Steve and gotten up to move. Steve had grabbed his arm and pulled him back down, dismissing the apology with a nonchalant "It's fine dude you don't have to move." And so Eddie hadn't. And Steve had been granted the privilege of feeling Eddie's leg bouncing against his for an hour an a half about twice a week.

Eddie had gone to get them a refill about twenty minutes ago. More popcorn. More soda. Probably more candy even though Steve said he was fine. The movie had gotten slow, and Steve was pretty sure Eddie had already seen it. But Steve had suggested it and he'd agreed enthusiastically. But it had been too long. Something was wrong.

Steve left the theater, the movie on the screen the last thing on his mind. He turns the corner and his foot hits something, he looks down and his heart drops into his stomach. It's the popcorn bucket Eddie had gone to refill, their empty cups lie scattered a few feet away too. Steve is out of the theater in seconds, the setting sun blinding him as he looks up and down the street. No sign of Eddie. Or anyone. That's when he hears a yell, a yell of pain. His eyes jump to the mouth of the alley next to theater and his hands clench at his sides as he starts running.

He sees them as soon as he enters the alley. Three of them. Surrounding Eddie. Who is on the ground, curled in a ball, ringed fingers splayed out over the back of his head as he tries to deflect the blows being rained down upon him.

"Hey!" Steve yells, not slowing as he barrels toward them, it's Jason's friends, he knows that. They're still wearing their fucking letterman jackets. Jason had been locked up for assault, after attacking Lucas, his friends seemed to still be doing his bidding. They turn to look when Steve shouts. He throws himself between two of them and plants himself between them and Eddie.

"Steve?" Eddie's voice, from the ground, quiet.

"It's me. You're alright." He tells Eddie, not looking away from the assholes in front of him.

"Alright guys. It's over. You can fuck off now." He says, his fists raised, knowing they probably won't just leave. Not that easily. They laugh. Because of course they do. Steve feels Eddie uncurl at his feet, hears his feet scrape the concrete as he struggles to stand.

They're still laughing, one of them lunges forward and pushes Eddie back down before Steve can stop him. Steve grabs the guys shirt and shoves him backwards.

"Do you guys really not have anything better to do? Go see a movie or something." Steve says, giving Eddie his hand as he reaches up, Steve pulls him to his feet. Eddie wipes blood from his mouth with the back of his hand as he sways next to Steve.

"Oh hey! Would you look at that. There's a theater right there. What a coincidence, huh Steve?" Eddie slaps Steve's arm and points to the theater they'd just left.

"Huge coincidence. And so convenient." Steve deadpans, keeping himself in front of Eddie.

"Oh we know there's a theater. We saw you and your," jackass number one starts, his eyes move from Steve to Eddie as he pauses, looks him up and down, and then back to Steve,

"boyfriend. Walk in as we were coming out. That's how we knew you were there. Asshole." They all sneer and elbow each other. Clearly thinking they've said something clever. Steve feels Eddie move away from him, just a fraction, and bites the inside of his cheek, hard, to stop himself from saying something stupid.

"Yeah, no man we know. I was being..." Steve pauses, what a fucking great time to not know a fucking word, but Eddie's on it.

"Sarcastic." He supplies, swaying back into Steve's space to supply the word and then swaying back out again.

"Sarcastic. Yeah. That. I was being sarcastic." Steve agrees, nodding, but not dropping his fists.

"Yeah." Eddie echoes, and Steve's not sure he can help it. He does it so often, to everyone.

"Okay whatever man. We don't care. This freaks got a storm coming. And we're here to deliver." The guy spits in Eddie's direction.

"You're here to deliver a storm?" Eddie asks, ducking closer to Steve again as the guy who spit faints jumping forward, Steve moves back and into Eddie, feels his hands brush his shoulders like he was going to rest them there, and then feels them move down his back and away from him.

The boys laugh again, all of them roughing each other up a little, slapping each others backs. Steve narrows his eyes and leans further into Eddie, pressing his back to Eddie's chest and tilting his head so that Eddie can hear him.

"Get ready to run." He whispers. He feels Eddie's hesitant "ok" breathed against his neck and plants his feet.

"Ya know somethin?" Steve calls, interrupting their idiotic laughter. Their laughter dies down as they look at him, all of them still chuckling.

"What?" The guy asks, smiling smuggly at Steve.

"You talk too much." Steve says, shoving his fist into the guys face as hard as he can. The guy falls back as the other two catch him and Steve grabs Eddie's hand.

They run out of the alley and make it to Steve's car just in time. The other boys slamming their hands down onto the hood of the car as Steve backs out and floors it, speeding away from the theater. He waits for the boys to follow but they don't. He drives another mile before he looks over to check on Eddie.

His face is pinched in pain, his hand pressed to his ribs as he breathes through his nose.

"You good?" Steve asks, doing his best to keep his eyes on the road when all he wants to do is look at Eddie.

"Oh yeahhh, totally good. Guess I should be used to getting the shit kicked out of me by now." He mumbles, sucking in air as he adjusts himself in the seat. But his words make Steve pause. He slows to a stop at a four way, the streets are empty, he looks at Eddie.

"Has this happened before? Since Jason went away I mean?" Steve looks at him, it's probably closer to a glare, he can't help it, the anger boiling in his chest is white hot. Eddie glances at him and then looks away, moving again so he's facing the window, hiding from Steve. But Steve sees it anyway, the guilt. He looks back to the road and starts driving, a heavy sigh leaving him.

"Why didn't you tell us man? We'd help you ya know?" Steve says, because it's true. And because he needs Eddie to know that.

"It doesn't matter." Eddie sighs, his head leaning further away to press against the window.

"It does so matter." Steve huffs, and he knows he shouldn't be mad. Not at Eddie.

"Guess I just figured... you guys have been through enough. Don't need you all worrying about poor little Eddie Munson. I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone's pitty." He grunts as he moves again.

"It's not about that. Hey." Steve stops the car, pulls to the side of the road. Eddie lets his head fall to the side to look at Steve, the guilt still swimming in his eyes.

"You don't have to take care of yourself. You're our friend. It's what we do. Ya know? We take care of each other. And that includes you now." Steve says, his knuckles reaching out, pressing gently to Eddie's thigh and then pulling back. Eddie's eyes move to Steve's hand and stay there.

"You just gotta tell us when stuff happens alright? So we can help you." He finishes, still looking at Eddie, who's still looking at Steve's hand.

"Yeah okay. Will do. Next time I'm getting chased by some jock assholes I'll let you know. Just stop at a pay phone and call the 1-800-Harrington-Help-Line." Eddie's eyes move finally, and when he looks at Steve that mischievous glint is back, and that blinding smile is easing onto his face and whatever it was that was constricting in Steve's chest relaxes. Steve snorts, and Eddie laughs before looking away, his head falling back on the headrest. Steve's eyes trail over Eddie's face, the blood on his lip and his temple making Steve frown. He puts the car in drive and pulls away.

They ride in silence for awhile. Steve pulls into his neighborhood and hears Eddie move again.

"Whoa. Where the hell are you taking me?" Eddie asks, his head snapping to look at Steve as he pulls into his driveway. He puts the car in park and takes the key out.

"I'm not taking you back to your house when a bunch of assholes just attacked you man. They know where you live. And it's a lot harder to break into a house in this neighborhood than it is your trailer." He gets out and walks to the other side of the car, opens Eddie's door and looks down at him, his brow furrowing.

"No offense." He tacks on, realizing how what he said sounded. Eddie sits there, not moving.

"And your parents are just gonna be okay with you bringing a murderer home?" Eddie asks, picking at the hole in his jeans.

"Hey. Alleged murderer." He smiles down at him.

"Besides they're on vacation. Come on man. We need to get those cuts taken care of." He slaps Eddie's shoulder and starts walking to the house. Giving him no choice but to follow. He climbs the steps to his porch and finally hears Eddie following, his feet scuffing the ground as he hesitantly moves closer to Steve's house. Steve holds the door open and gives him an encouraging smile, a little nod, motioning for Eddie to go inside with a wave of his hand. Eddie rolls his eyes but goes inside anyway.

~*~

He's in Steve Harrington's house. And that could be the weirdest thing that's happened to him during all this. But it gets worse. Because he's not just in his house. He's sitting on Steve Harrington's bathroom counter. And Steve Harrington himself is dressing his fucking wounds. Fuckin wild.

Eddie's fingers tap a rhythm on his knees as he tries to stay still. Steve's wetting a washcloth to clean the blood off Eddie's face. The cut on his temple doesn't hurt so bad. But the split lip is throbbing, which is almost definitely probably certainly being made worse by the fact that he can't keep his tongue off of it.

Steve moves into his space and he flinches, knows he does. Knows Steve sees it. He puts up one placating hand before he begins wiping at Eddie's head.

"Ow fuck!" Eddie yells, making Steve jump.

"Shit are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Steve asks, his fingers reaching out and gently touching Eddie's shoulder. Eddie smirks at him. Steve's face drops. He goes back to cleaning the cut.

"Asshole." He says, but his hands are gentle as he cleans the cut and tapes a square of gauze to Eddie's head. He takes a step back, looking at the bandage and then moving his eyes to Eddie's lip. He makes a few moves, like he's not sure how to get close to Eddie to get to it.

And Eddie. In all his goddamn wisdom. He fucking looks Steve right in eyes and fucking spreads his legs, making space for Steve. He'd love to say he did it to be cheeky, to be flirty, love to say he has that much fucking forethought about anything in his life. But the truth is, he just did it. Thought it would be the best way for Steve to reach him. For Steve to help him.

He can see in Steve's eyes he was wrong. That the gesture was maybe more than a little suggestive. He curls his fingers agaisnt his thighs, is about to apologize when Steve steps into the space he's made. Eddie goes to bite his lip to stop himself from gasping and ends up gasping anyway, his teeth sinking right into the cut on his lip. He grimaces and hisses in pain.

"That was smooth." Steve comments, and Eddie's heart jumps in his chest but then Steve's fingers are on his chin and he figures it out. Steve meant 'smooth. You hurt yourself way to go' and not 'smooth move, the way you literally spread your legs for me'. Eddie says nothing, just closes his eyes so he isn't looking at Steve fucking Harrington so close up. Closes his eyes so he doesn't do something stupid.

It doesn't take long for Steve  to clean his cuts. Maybe five minutes, total. But it feels like forever. Steve's thigh bumps the inside of Eddie's at one point and he knows his whole body twitches, he can't help it. Steve graciously says nothing. Just keeps cleaning the cut on Eddie's lip. He taps Eddie's arm when he's done, Eddie opens his eyes and sees Steve offering him some aspirin. He takes them, hopping off the counter as Steve takes the first aid kit away, tucking it back into the hall closet as Eddie pops the pills in his mouth and fills his hand with water, swallowing them as Steve pops his head back into the room.

"Come on." He nods his head and walks down the hall. Eddie follows, his fingertips reaching out, moving over the walls as he goes. He follows Steve into his room and stops, standing in the middle, looking around, at all the posters, and the trophies.

"Here." Eddie turns just in time to catch the clothes Steve has thrown at him. A pair of sweatpants and the softest shirt Eddie has ever fucking felt in his life. He opens his mouth, takes a step back, about to go back to the bathroom to change when Steve pulls his shirt over his head.

"Oookaaay." Eddie breathes, quietly, Steve doesn't hear him, or ignores him if he does. Eddie turns around, his back to Steve, mainly so Steve can't see... all of him? He's not sure why. Steve plays sports. He does this all the time. Eddie on the otherhand, always found the locker room to be a goddamn nightmare. His eyes wander the wrong way once and he's a fucking dead man. So he turns his back to Steve, toes his shoes off and then wiggles out of his jeans. Tucking the shirt between his teeth as he goes.

He steps into the sweatpants and yanks them up before he shrugs off his jacket and vest, he fights off the urge to glance over his shoulder. Eddie rolls his eyes at himself and then yanks his shirt up over his head. He drops it on the floor and grabs the shirt from his mouth, and drops that one too. He bends to get it and yelps, the pain shooting through his rips suprising him. He manages to grab the shirt but not in time. Steve had heard him, and immediately come to help.

"What happ- jesus christ Eddie." Steve breathed, coming to a stop in front of him, his eyes glued to Eddie's stomach. Eddie immediately moves his arms to cover himself, knowing Steve is looking at the bruises, and not at him. But it's hard to separate the too currently, standing half naked in Steve Harrington's room with Steve fucking Harrington staring at him.

"Lemme see." Steve says softly, his fingers curling gently around Eddie's wrist where he's hugging himself, tugging his arms away slowly, letting Eddie decide if wants Steve to see or not. Eddie sighs and lowers his arms awkwardly to his sides, his fingers latching onto the sweatpants and worrying at them, his eyes on the ground as Steve's eyes are on him.

"It's not a big deal Harrington." He huffs, feeling defensive. Not sure why. He knows he doesn't need to feel like that around Steve. He knows Steve knows about Robin. But he also knows Steve doesn't know about the huge fucking crush Eddie has been harboring for him. And it's different, with Robin. It just is. He looks up from the floor when he hears Steve scoff at him. The look he's giving Eddie. Eddie can't read it.

"Not that bad? Eddie there are bruises here that look almost two weeks old. These right here?" Steve moves his hand, presses his palm flat agaisnt Eddie's side and he almost yelps again, but not from pain. He bites his lip instead, another mistake. He groans in pain, shrinks away from Steve's touch, and rubs his hands over his face.

"Look can we not do this? I know when the bruises are from man. I was actually there when they happened." He says, words falling out of him in a frustrated rush as he struggles to find the hole in the shirt that he needs so he can pull it on and cover the bruises so Steve will leave him alone. He drops the shirt again and makes a frustrated noise low in his throat. He moves to bend down again but Steve rushes forward.

"Hey hey hey I got it. Don't- just let me." He stands slowly, the shirt in his hands. He juggles it around and finds the opening easily, then he holds it out for Eddie. And he can't be fucking serious. This guys is literally offering to fucking help dress him. Eddie narrows his eyes. Steve rolls his.

"Come on man. You're clearly in pain. Can you just let this happen so we can get this over with?" Steve huffs now, taking another step forward. Eddie licks his lips, carefully, and nods. He ducks his head a bit as Steve moves the shirts onto him, sliding his arms up through the holes Steve has his hands through. Eddie's arms brush Steve's all the way up to his elbows before Steve pulls back and lets the shirt fall onto him. Before Eddie can move to do it, Steve moves closer and pulls Eddie's hair up and out from where it's tucked under the collar. Eddie is sure he has to notice the shiver this time. But he still says nothing.

"Umm... thank you?" Eddie says, because he can't say nothing. Never learned how.

"Sure man." Steve says, nods, and then walks to his bed and jumps in, scooting to the far side, next to the wall, leaving the covers pushed back. Eddie just stands where he is, looking like an idiot no doubt. And this was a bad idea. He should have just made Steve take him home. His hands shake at his sides, he fists them in the sweatpants to make them stop.

"Am I..." Eddie starts, trailing off and just pointing to the bed instead. More of a strange wobbly wave of his hand to be honest, but it gets the point across.

"Anytime you're ready, yeah." Steve sounds amused. And Eddie really wishes he could feel the same way. His heart pounds in his chest as he shuffles across the floor and crawls into the bed, tucking the sheets under his arm as he lays back and stares at the ceiling.

~*~

It's been at least an hour. And they're both just laying there. Eddie swears he can feel his heart beating in his toes. He hears Steve move finally, hears him turn over. He closes his eyes, praying and hoping and wishing he's turned to face the wall.

"Hey, I know you're awake." Steve's whisper is close. Eddie grimaces, definitely not facing the wall. He opens his eyes and glances to his right, Steve is laying on his side, hands tucked beneath his head, looking at Eddie in the dark. Eddie moves his eyes away and clears his throat awkwardly, sighing and gathering courage before he turns as well. Rotating under the sheet to face Steve, one arm wrapped around his middle, the other lying between them, picking at a stray thread in the sheet.

"Good observational skills ya got there Steve." He says, quietly. Both of them are whispering though there's no one else in the house. Steve snorts, tells him to shut up. But, unless Eddie's eyes are deceiving him, he looks... fond. Eddie can't take it. Can't take Steve fucking Harrington looking at him like that after having saved his ass, and patched his wounds, and giving him fucking clothes to sleep in.

"Hey Steve." He starts, drawing his attention, making sure he's listening.

"Yeah?" Steve's eyes are on him, twinkling in the dark with something Eddie can't identify.

"Thanks for not leaving me this time." Eddie says, not looking away from Steve, he needs to see this. Needs to know if he remembers. He watches Steve stare at him. Watches his face change. And then he sees it, the guilt seeps onto his features as Eddie watches him in the dark. Steve swallows, hard, and clears his throat awkwardly. Eddie swears he sees him wiggling a bit further away from Eddie.

"I um... I didn't know you remembered that." He says finally, and Eddie nods, slowly.

"You didn't think I remembered getting beat up at school, by my old friends' new friends? My old friend just letting it happen, and then leaving with them while they laughed. You didn't think I'd remember that?" There's no malice in his voice. He's not angry.

But they've never talked about it. Not when Steve showed up at the boat house with Dustin. Not in the upside down when Steve was thanking him for saving his ass. And at no point since everything had been over. They'd never once talked about what happened when they were kids. And this was a nice moment, so Eddie figured, perfect time to ruin that. He'd never admit it, but he prided himself on his terrible decision making sometimes. If he was good at one thing, it was putting his fucking foot in his mouth and syaing the exact wrong thing at the exact right time.

"I'm so sorry-" Steve starts, his voice edging into panic far too quick for Eddie's liking.

"Hey it's okay. We were kids. It's not. I'm not... I'm not mad. Anymore. Never really was I don't think. I don't remember being mad about it..." he isn't lying. He doesn't remember being mad. He was sad, for awhile. But that had passed too, eventually.

"I don't really know why I brought it up." And that's a lie. Sort of. Steve just looks at him. Clearly trying to figure out if Eddie is fucking with him. And to be fair, Eddie does do that, a lot. But he's not right now. So he gives Steve an akward smile and he he waits.

"Because we never talked about it. And we should have. I should have. Should have said something." Steve sighs, and Eddie watches him move closer in the dark.

"I've been thinking about it. Off an on, since we found you. That day at Reefer Rick's." Steve says, one hand moving from beneath his head to push through his hair. Eddie's fingers twitch with longing against his ribs as he watches.

"Oh yeah? What were you thinking about it?" Eddie asks, his teeth worrying into his lip despite the pain. Steve smiles a little, shakes his head, his arm now resting on his head as he talks to the ceiling.

"I don't know. You uh, you mentioned running away, when Chrissy died. And I don't know, I was standing there thinking, 'he's gonna make a comment about running away to me. I know he is. Cuz I ran away from him.' But you didn't." Steve looks back to Eddie. Eddie's breath catches in his throat at the look Steve is giving him.

"You never said anything about it. Never made a mean comment. But that's just you, isn't it?" Steve asks, his voice is different now, soft in a way Eddie's never heard it.

"What is?" His brow furrows, he's confused. This conversation is not going at all how he'd expected it.

"You're not mean. Like, even when you're angry, you don't like... take it out on people. I mean hell, I don't know that I've even actually seen you genuinely angry. Not about anything that's happened to you." He's moved closer again. Eddie swears he can feel his breath on his face. He definitely just felt Steve's knee bump his, and had to inwardly congratulate himself for not jumping out of the bed and across the room, the way it made his heart flutter he may as well have done all that.

"I've seen you get mad on other people's behalf. But that's like, just you being protective. Which is... attractive." The last word out of his mouth is barely audible. He can't have said what Eddie heard him say.

"It's what?" His hands are shaking, his heart is beating so loud he can hear it, and Steve Harrington is looking at him softly. And then he smiles. Steve fucking smiles. He moves fucking closer. Again. And then reaches out, his hand moving to Eddie's face, fingers moving gently to his lip.

"I said it's attractive. Does that still hurt?" He says it nonchalantly, and then fucking covers it with a question, that fucking smile still on his goddamn lips. Eddie's brain is sinking into some kind of fog, he's been in Steve's presence for too long. That's what's happening. It really doesn't help that all he can fucking smell is Steve. His clothes, the sheets, fucking Steve himself, being so goddamn close. He feels like he's drowning in him.

"No, it's not bad. Did you say you think I'm attractive?" He can't believe he gets the words out. Shocked they don't get stuck in his throat. Steve nods, his fingers moving over Eddie's cheek now, and he knows the skin there must be burning.

"Good. Glad it feels better. And yes. Yes I did." He cups Eddie's cheek then and Eddie can't stop his own hand from moving to Steve's wrist.

"Yeah. Me too." He says, voice shaking. He doesn't address the second comment. Has no idea what he'd even say.

"I've been thinking." Steve says, his thumb soothing over Eddie's hot skin.

"That's dangerous." Eddie tries, tries to joke, tries to lighten this up, not sure he can take this.

"Mhm. 'Specially what I've been thinking." Steve nods, and then he presses his knee between Eddie's, just slots it there like that's where it belongs. Eddie's entire body is shaking now, he's sure he's going to vibrate out of his skin.

"What uh.. what have you been thinking?" He manages to ask, his fingers tightening on Steve's wrist, trying to ground himself. Steve sighs, keeps moving his thumb.

"I've been wondering if your split lip would hurt too much if I kissed you. Cuz I don't wanna hurt you." Steve's eyes drop to Eddie's lips as he licks his own.

"Don't wanna hurt me." Eddie echos.

"Nuh uh." Steve shakes his head, once.

"But you wanna kiss me." Eddie says. Statement. Not a question.

"Yeah. I really do. Is that-" he licks his lips again.

"Is that okay?" There is the smallest amount of self doubt in his voice and that's all Eddie needs to hear before he's nodding, enthusiastically, nearly knocking Steve's hand off of him. Steve laughs then, it's loud in the dark but it's fine, because when the laugh stops he's looking at Eddie with hopeful eyes, and he's pulling Eddie toward him with that dumb smile on his lips and Eddie thinks he might faint.

Steve's lips are soft, and warm, and sweet. Eddie knows he moans into Steve's mouth the second their lips touch, he can't help it. He feels Steve smile agaisnt his mouth and knows he doesn't care. Steve's tongue runs along his bottom lip gently, dragging another moan from him and Steve's hand moves into his hair. His fingers clench around Eddie's hair and hold him still as Steve pulls back to look at Eddie. He just looks at him. Says nothing.

"What? Is everything okay?" Eddie asks, getting worried. Maybe the moaning had been too much, but he's not sure how the fuck he's supposed to control that when Steve is licking into his mouth. Steve pulls his hand from Eddie's hair and moves his thumb over Eddie's lip again.

"You taste like blood." He whispers, and it doesn't sound like a complaint. Eddie licks his lips, his eyes moving over Steve's face.

"You don't." He breathes, he's nearly panting now, this is ridiculous. Steve breathes a laugh, ducks down and presses his lips to Eddie's, moves back again.

"What do I taste like?" He asks, proping himself up on his elbow, his head resting on his hand as he looks down at Eddie.

"Good." Eddie says dumbly, all descriptive words having left his brain the moment Steve Harrington said he wanted to kiss him.

"Good huh?" Steve says, clearly mocking him.

"Really good? I don't know man I'm kind of at a loss for words here." Eddie huffs, shrugging against the sheets. Steve smiles again, leaning down, his lips brushing Eddie's.

"Should've kissed you sooner." He whispers, smiling into the kiss as he deepens it. Eddie whines this time as Steve's leg presses further between his, moving dangerously close. And then Steve's words register in his kiss foggy brain.

"Hey!" He shoves Steve back a little, but not too far.

And steve is laughing, and then pulling Eddie close and kissing his face, his cheeks, his forehead, his nose. He moves the kisses down his neck until Eddie is moaning again when Steve drags his teeth over Eddie's collar bone and then Steve pulls Eddie on top of him, settling on his chest as he looks up at him.

"We should get some sleep. You need rest." His hand is cupping Eddie's cheek again, and then pushing his hair out of his face and behind his ear. Eddie nods. And lets himself fall onto Steve's chest, his head resting above his heart. Steve's hand moves into his hair, his fingers moving over Eddie's scalp gently. Eddie's uncle had once called him a cat, because, he'd said, all you had to do was pet Eddie's hair and he'd fall alseep anywhere, turns out he was right. Eddie drifts off to sleep as Steve's fingers move against him, the gentle touches sending him into the dark.

~*~

Eddie wakes to sun in his eyes and Steve Harrington's hand in his hair. He groans as he stretches his leg and rolls off of Steve to stretch his back. Another low groan pulling out of him.

"Jesus Christ. The noises you make are obscene Munson." Steve's groggy voice says, even as he chases after Eddie's warmth, cuddling into his side, his arm gently wrapping around Eddie's middle. Eddie lets out a shaky laugh and moves his hand into Steve's hair, the itch in his fingers finally, finally, sated.

"Am I dreaming?" Eddie asks, his chest suddenly filled with pressure, maybe it was worry, maybe it was happiness, he wasn't sure. So he figured he should ask. And Steve must hear it in his voice because he shifts to look at him, pressing himself up on his hand, so he can look down at Eddie.

"You're not dreaming. This is real." He moves his hand to Eddie's cheek, presses his lips gently to his and then pulls back.

"I'm gonna do that all the time now." Steve says. Matter of fact. And then he lowers himself back to Eddie's chest.

"You make a lot of noises when I kiss you. It's nice." Steve says, his fingers dancing along the waistband of the sweatpants on Eddie's hips. Eddie chuckles and moves his hand back into Steve's hair.

"You caught me off guard. You just wait til I have my wits about me. Then we'll see who's making noises." He says it like a promise, giving Steve's hair a gentle tug. He can feel Steve smiling against his chest, he snuggles closer the harder Eddie pulls on his hair, and that's a good know, Eddie tucks that away as he soothes his hand over the hair he's tousled.

"Can't fucking wait." And the way Steve says it, mumbled sleepily into Eddie's chest, well, that sounds like a promise too.

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8 with Eddie please

Pretty Boy

Prompt List

8. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Warnings: mentions of Eddie and the bats and resulting injuries, fix-it fic, some sexual content so minors DNI, language

It's been days since you've brushed your teeth in a real sink—weeks since you've had a shower, did laundry, any of that shit. Time raced fast enough to beat a land-speed record after your eventful (and disastrous) spring break. Memories from the time lived in your mind like the breaks in a barcode: too many blanks between the hospital, a final month of high school, and before you knew it, graduation. You and Eddie had driven off in his van, still wearing your caps and gowns, waving goodbye to Wayne and Hellfire and giving the rest of the town the middle finger.

Life on the road is good. Flipping through Eddie's tapes while he drives down long stretches of barren highway, watching his hair blow around his face because he insists on having the windows down even when you're going ninety. Watching sunsets and sunrises through his van's back doors and hearing rain patter against the roof at night and seeing the weight fall of his shoulders with every mile you travel away from Hawkins.

You're well and truly in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere—parked on the side of the road some place between Indiana and California and heaven—pressed deep into the worn but soft mattress Eddie and you sleep on whenever you're not driving. His hands at your waist, bra cups pulled down over your tits, and he's giving you all kinds of attention—taking one of your nipples between his teeth and sucking slowly, kissing the curves of your breasts and biting bruises along your neck, one hand planted firmly between your legs just to feel how wet he can get you.

It's the kind of slow and steady you've been craving after so many half-dressed quickies in gas station bathrooms, passionate moments ripped away when a cop came knocking at the window.

Eddie's straddling your hips, catching some of the light from the windows when he sits up, hair glowing like a halo in the sunset.

"What are you doing?"

"Just lookin' at you, baby," he says, cupping your cheek in a big hand, "don't I get to admire my beautiful girl?"

You're staring down at his waist, and you know he has to see the desire in your longing glance, fingers sneaking under the edge of his t-shirt. "I wanna look at you, too."

Eddie falls to you, catching your attention with his lips, kissing you gentle and deep as his hands wrap around your wrists. He pulls you away from the hemline of his faded band tee, guiding one hand to his hair, winding his fingers on the other hand between yours.

And it feels so good, you'd like to ignore it. Like to let him do whatever he wants to you, never questioning the way he flinches whenever you brush up against his side.

You'd like to, but you can't.

Turning your head, you pull away from Eddie's lips, breathing quietly and trying your best to orient yourself when your body wants so badly to get lost in him.

"Baby," there's worry in the words, guiding your eyes back to his with the tip of his finger against your cheek, "what is it, honey?"

Your voice is soft as the breeze coming in through the open windows. "Why won't you let me see you?"

Eddie's face falls. All that pain, that fear you'd thought you'd left behind with at the Welcome to Hawkins sign is here again, in a place it doesn't belong.

"It's not- sweetheart, it's nothing like that—"

He’s cut off though, as soon as he feels your hand at his belt, fingers stumbling around in the dark under his shirt, over the soft planes of his stomach. It's just as you remember it—the thin, dark hairs, the little roll of fat just above his belly button when he leans over you like this. Veering a little to the left, you find a new landmark, stroking the tip of your finger over the puckered skin before lifting his shirt a little higher with a tilt of your wrist.

Eddie hears the gasp and must think the worst, already fighting to cover up the pink-scarred skin of his hip, claw marks and tiny teeth leaving permanent marks.

Eddie's voice is heavy. "I didn't want you to see them."

But you have seen them now. Fingers wrapped around his rib cage, you study every last wound—flooded again with the wet, raw stench of that hell-world beneath Hawkins, the pounding of your heart, and the feeling of Eddie's blood trapped under your nails as you forcibly dragged him back from the edge.

"Do they hurt?"

"Not so much," Eddie says, but you think he might be lying, "not anymore."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Because,"—he sits back on his heels in the space between your legs, twisting one of his rings around his finger—"I- because they're ugly."

God, your eyes sting, and you blink the feeling away as best you can. "Eddie—nothing about you could be ugly to me."

There are tears welling up in his big, brown eyes, watching you with disbelief as you slide close to him, cupping his face in both hands.

"You're beautiful, Eddie. The prettiest boy in the whole world."

He glances away from you, rubbing his knuckles along the sheets. "You're just saying that."

But a breath shudders on the way out of his lungs, and he's watching you like you're God when you tug at the bottom of his t-shirt again, raising his arms when you slip it up and over his head.

"You don't believe me?"

He shakes his head, biting at his lips until he turns them ruby, and you keep your eyes on him as you lean down, pressing a kiss to one of the the pink stripes normally hidden underneath his collar.

"Do you believe me now?"

"No," he whispers. The air sounds thinner up where he is.

Another kiss, this time just below the curve of his pectoral.

"Now?"

"Still no."

Your lips run along his lowest rib, tongue drifting over the fading stitch marks.

"What about now?"

He shakes, head rolled back, resting on the door. "I think maybe I'm starting to, baby."

A soft smile pulls at the corners of your mouth, and you kiss at his jaw before returning to marks at his sides. He'll believe it eventually, and you have all the time in the world.

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stranger things ● forever pt 3 ●  s. harrington

warnings

{ multi chapter } mentions of nightmares / trauma associated with what Steve's lived through + the way his absent parents fucked up with him, kept vague. reader has a 3 year old & was a teen mother, so mentions of reader having a past and her own not so great home life, 3 year old uses baby talk ( because your kid is still mastering the art of talking ), barb and robin + being queer in the 80's and everything that goes along with that, mentions of alcohol/smoking, kind of a slow burn?, angst oh my godddd, so much angst / internal angst.

reader/you are female + were born female; you have female parts. reader/you are also the cousin of robin buckley. reader/you have a 3 year old daughter named stevie + a very specific past/backstory and personality. this is another self indulgent thing and i'm not sorry about it at all.

word count + prev part

part two <- can be reached by clicking the bolded.

2407 words exactly.

summary

-- Robin nods, agreeing with you. Sinking to sit in the aisle with your back against the shelves, you laugh quietly. "I could love him, y’know?" you go quiet after admitting it. "If I wasn't so afraid and I didn't know already that he'd never be happy. That's why I can't really say much when he's around. Because if I get closer I know exactly what will happen. And i.. Stevie can't have the same childhood I did. Getting attached to people and then they're gone."

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THREE

The water is suffocating, it's sucking him down and the harder he fights, the faster he sinks. As soon as he hears that all too familiar evil laugh, he goes slack. And he tells himself that it's not like it'll matter anyway but then the dream takes a turn. Sunlight streams down, breaking through dark water. Bringing laughter along with the bright light. 

And he's ascending but just as he's about to get a hand above the surface, a tendril snakes around his body, pulling him all the way down.

He wakes up in a cold sweat with the gentlest touch to his shoulder as you plead with him, "Steve. Cmon, Steve, wake up. Please?"  and he wishes that he could disappear as soon as he realizes that you've just seen the whole thing.

You pull your hand away because he's glaring. "Sorry, it's just..Nevermind. Nothing." your words die away because he sounded so scared and angry all at once and you are worried.

By the time Steve realizes how he must have looked at you, angry and glaring, you're wandering the aisle of the video store to try and find Robin  so the two of you could go to lunch together like you planned. 

You round the corner of the horror aisle and spot Robin stocking shelves.

"Is Steve okay?" you're asking because despite it being none of your business at all, you're worried about him and you do care about him. "He was having one hell of a nightmare just now, Robin..what exactly happened to him when you guys had to do all the stuff you had to?"

Steve starts to step out and apologize for the way he reacted to you gently trying to wake him up. But he hears you and Robin talking so he waits instead. And listens, even though he knows he shouldn't. 

"His nightmares sound.." you go quiet, shaking your head as Robin nods in agreement. "Yeah. Like yours. Now you see how I felt two nights ago."

"Sorry, I just.." you trail off, shaking your head. "I'm worried about him." And you take a deep breath. "How bad was it?"

"I don't know. He won't tell anyone. Not even me. But I'm worried too." Robin admits. "I want to get to know him, I mean Stevie, she never really gets close to anyone this quickly. And there's everything you've said about him, I just.." you take a shaky breath. 

"He doesn't hate you." Robin says it and you nod. "He's just really distant. With everyone and we're all trying not to let him pull away."

You nod. "I know how that goes."

Robin nods, agreeing with you. Sinking to sit in the aisle with your back against the shelves, you laugh quietly. "I could love him, y’know?" you go quiet after admitting it. "If I wasn't so afraid and I didn't know already that he'd never be happy. That's why I can't really say much when he's around. Because if I get closer I know exactly what will happen. And i.. Stevie can't have the same childhood I did. Getting attached to people and then they're gone."

You're staring at the chipping red polish on your nails and Robin speaks up quietly. " Yeah, I get it."

"But watching him go through that just now killed me. Guess cos I know what was happening because it happens to me too. And it's hard because I can't do anything." you lean your head back, resting it on the shelf behind it. " I could but I'm terrified of what I know will happen because everything I've been told or that I've seen out of that man is more than enough reason to make me want to love him."

"Yeah. I know how you feel. It's a different type of love for me, but I really do love him. Even when he's being a complete dingus. It's so hard not to push, to try and let him open up on his own about what happened in March."

Steve can barely hear the two of you back and forth in the end of the aisle but he does manage to hear the exact second you launch into a long ramble about how you could love him and it scares you and most importantly, how that’s exactly what’ll happen if you’re not careful and that's why you're a little quieter and distant around him and upon hearing you admit what you just have plus the little bit he overhears after it has him stepping out of sight, he has to pull himself together. And he feels bad, listening in on what you were both just talking about.

He leans against a  wall to pull himself together. He's trying to figure out what to do with what he's heard but he can't because the second he thinks he's come up with something, all he can hear are Vecna’s taunts. Reminders that sooner or later, you'd find better and leave. Vecna’s still in his mind now even though everything ended months ago.

But he's floored that you even feel that way and said all those things to begin with. And he's wishing he hadn't overheard because now, thanks to the fact that he's the best when it comes to getting in his own way lately, he has to live with what he knows. He has to live with it or he has to find a way to muster up the courage to do something.

He sees you and Robin up at the counter. Robin calls his name and his head snaps up.

"What?"

"C'mon, dingus. We’re going to the food court in Starcourt today because they finally opened the Wendy's stall."

Steve starts to object but he happens to find himself gazing up at you. And when he opens his mouth, the polite refusal he intended to give is not what comes.

,, if I have to blame anything I'm gonna blame her eyes. The way she just looked at me makes me think I'd do anything she wants. And I'm fucked."

"Yeah." Steve manages a smile and glances at the hand you're holding out as if you want to help him up. He grabs hold of your hand but pulls himself up, letting you think you did.

The three of you make your way out of the video store after he's flipped the sign to Closed and locked it down for the next hour.

"You wanna drive, Steve?" the question catches him by surprise and when he takes your keys from your hand, your hand closes around his. It's soft warmth and the way its so much smaller than his own has his breath hanging in his throat for a few seconds as he stares down at you. "I can." he finally answers, the two of you laughing quietly and making Robin smile to herself because of it.

"Hey, we can get our food and go to the park." you make the suggestion because somehow you just don't think Steve is up for dealing with loud noises and lots of people for very long. You know you could be wrong but after what's just happened -and knowing how you feel when the same happens to you, you care too much and you want him to feel relaxed. Safe. So that maybe he can come out of his own head a little.

"Maybe the ducks at that little pond won't try to ambush us like they did when we took Stevie for McDonalds the other day." Robin laughs softly and shakes her head as you laugh too and glance at Steve because he snickers quietly. "What happened?" he asks, gazing at you. A deep stare. You try to form words and at first they don't come. Finally, after staring back at him as he drives your car, you're able to answer. "She just wanted to share her fries and she wound up getting a huge flock. I think it scared her because she shrieked and took off, nearly knocked me and Robin over when she tried to climb both of us to hide."

"Oh no." Steve is laughing. You're laughing too and you don't seem to notice when your laughter dies away at the same time but Robin does. And she smiles to herself all over again.

CONTINUED

You're sitting on top of a picnic table, watching your cousin and Barb, the girl you suspect Robin has feelings for as you finish off your fries. You assumed that Steve might have wandered off, there were some teenagers playing basketball over at the basketball court so when he speaks up right beside you, it takes you by surprise and you nearly choke on a fry. Steve reacts quickly, strong hands hitting you on the back right between your shoulder blades until you cough up the piece of food.

"Sorry, I.. thought you heard me when I walked up." is uttered sincerely as he seats himself on the concrete tabletop close enough that your sides brush just barely. It's enough that you can feel the slow burn of a lazy white heat as it settles over you entirely. You shrug. "It's okay, i..I figured you were still over by the courts watching those kids play."

"One of 'em needs t' do something because their sexual tension is killing me." you mumble mostly to yourself and hope that it's low enough not to be heard. But Steve chuckles and takes a bite of his burger as he nods in their direction. "I told Robin just 't go for it. Screw everyone and everything else."

You nod. Steve is back to staring at rough and massive hands with the overwhelming urge to bring up what he overheard back at the video store but somehow he just barely stops himself.

There's ketchup right in the middle of his bottom lip and you're fixated on it. So much so that you lean in before you can stop yourself, dragging the pad of your thumb over the spot to remove it. He tenses up and you're assuming it's because he doesn't want to be touched so you mumble an apology and he wants to kick himself. 

Because he wasn't always like this. And if he were still King Steve, if he were totally unaffected by his parents, by Nancy, by Vecnas games in March, he'd have already laid it on real thick with you.

Especially when now, on top of all the other shit in his mind, he keeps hearing you tell Robin in that sexy dreamy little voice that you could love him if you weren't so afraid of what might happen if you let yourself.

,, its more than anyone has ever said and she barely knows you. Go for it. At least try." this is immediately countered with, ,, and then she'll actually do it and realize you're not enough or she can do better. Or you'll do too much and do it too fast and you'll lose her too. And Stevie. And it will kill you when that happens." 

"Thank you." you have to say something, the silence is thick and it's suffocating you as you sit beside him wanting so badly to be brave. To let go. See what happens. But knowing that you can't and you shouldn't because of it all goes to hell then you're no better than your own mom and you'll only hurt your little girl.

"For what?" Steve asks turning so that he's looking directly into your eyes. You smile. "For being so sweet to her, she doesnt.." you pause and rub the bridge of your nose, "it's always been just the two of us but she never meets a stranger and I." you pause to breathe. You ramble.

 Its cute to him. Also something he's used to because Robin does it often but he doesn't mind at all. 

"I always worry she's gonna meet a mean person. I don't want her sweetness destroyed." you go quiet. And somehow, despite not even hinting at it, Steve knows that when you say it that this is what happened to you when you were a kid.

Maybe it's why you're afraid to let go and love him now like you were hinting to Robin that you could back at Family Video.

,,  I can't just do nothing. I refuse to wake up in ten years and still be the same miserable and lonely bastard I am right now. Shutting down isn't gonna do anything but make everything worse.." he tries to bury the thought but it won't be buried. It is countered by the replay of everything Vecna's torment pointed out to him.

But.. it won't just go away.

"She's a sweet kid. I'd never do anything to hurt her." Steve looks you in the eyes as he says it and you can't help but feel pinned by warm brown eyes. And he isn't just looking at you, it's deeper somehow. It's a way nobody's ever looked at you before. You can't help but fidget, body on fire all over. You can't help but do the same right back.

"I know." you mumble quietly.

"I've uh…I've had a lot on my mind lately… if I've seemed like an asshole when you're around." Steve mumbles after a second or two. When he can finally form words again and he’s managed to pull himself out of your eyes.

"Yeah. It's totally fine. I get it." you answer and then you go quiet. “Me too.” you admit, taking a few fries into your mouth. Chewing thoughtfully. “Moving from Louisiana to Indiana was.. One hell of a nerve-wracking decision.” you laugh quietly, gazing over at him. ,, he smells so good.” the thought comes out of nowhere as the scent of his cologne fills your nose. 

"Wanna start over?" Steve asks, grinning at you. You laugh and nod. 

"I'm Steve Harrington." he introduces himself.

"I'm __ __. It's nice to meet you, Steve." You're staring hard at him and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it until the sudden appearance of Robin and Barb brings the two of you out of the lingering gaze.

Robin locks eyes with you and nods at him as if to urge you to go for it and you bite your lip, mouthing back that you need time. He does too. 

But the more you think about it, the more tempted you are.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagines #steve the hair harrington #<- my writing ● steve harrington #<- warnings | nightmares mention - trauma ● reader has a kid ● see other warnings above #<- warning | female reader - female parts + appearance - afab ● buckley cousin!female reader with kid - personality/past and nicknames #fandom ( stranger things ) ● season ( post 4 - major past timeline changes + s4 changes ) ● character ( steve harrington ) #-- i already have part four written; will most likely post later because i have quiiiite a few updates to post today babes. #-- what does it say about me that i've already written filth for this but i'm trying to decide if i wanna post it or wait lmaoooo.