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steddieasitgoes · 11 months

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“Babe! It’s about to start,” Steve calls from his spot on their couch.

Their living room has been taken over by the Party, but unlike twenty years ago when they all would have fit crowded but comfortable in the space, they’re like a can of sardines now. Bodies on top of bodies. Some share dining room chairs, others sprawled out on the floor so they don’t block the TV.

It’s rare they’re all together like this now, just the original Hawkins gang, no kids, no outside significant others, just them.

It needed to be like that.

At least for this.

“Thirty years ago, a small town in Indiana was plagued with a series of misfortune tracing back to government mishandling. Or so the residents were told. While many in the town believed the government story, others became skeptical.

“For the first time ever, we’re talking with a group of citizens who claim to be intimately involved in the events that really happened in a once quiet Indiana town. Stay tuned for a special showing of The Truth Revealed: Hawkins Turned Inside Out.”

“Oh, they were so close,” Dustin chuckles.

“Dammit, Eds! Where are you?” Steve calls again, throwing his body over the open couch cushion as Max tries to claim it.

“The show is starting and he’s not here, so it’s mine now,” she says, pulling on Steve’s arms to get him to move.

“You have Lucas’s lap to sit on!”

“And Eddie has your lap to sit on. Now move!”

Steve’s about to give in when Eddie comes racing down the hallway. The sudden absence of his thunderous footsteps is the only warning sign before he throws himself over the back of the couch and crashes down on Steve’s back as if he’s still a twentysomething year old and not a fiftysomething year old.”

“Seriously, Eds?” Steve groans under the weight of Eddie.

“Aw, baby,” Eddie croons. “Thought you loved being under me.”

The room erupts into a chorus of mock gagging and outrage. It brings Steve right back to the summer of 1986, when he and Eddie’s relationship was new and shocked the kids. They couldn’t even peck each other on the cheek without one of them wanting to gouge their eyes out. In a fun way, of course.

“We still got it,” Eddie laughs, leaning forward to free Steve.

“You guys are disgusting,” Robin laughs from the chair she’s currently sharing with Robin. Bodies pressed so close together they’re practically intertwined. She’s one to talk.

“What are you wearing, babe?” Steve asks, glancing over at Eddie for the first time since he made his dramatic entrance.

Eddie beams. His cheek dimples so big and deep, Steve’s pretty sure he could bury his entire pinky nail into them.

“Thought I’d dress for the occasion,” he shrugs. “What do you think?”

Steve blinks, really taking in Eddie. He’s wearing an old Hellfire Shirt. It’s not the same one he wore during Spring Break 1986 — that one went stayed behind in the Winnebago — but it’s the same design. A leftover from the hoard of shirts Eddie made for his club all those years ago.

It’s a snug fit. The logo stretched taunt across Eddie’s well-loved belly. The bottom of the shirt barely covers his navel, rolling up at the hem. The sleeves still fit though. Nothing’s changed too much about Eddie’s arms, aside from new ink to cover some of the scars.

Eddie’s left no detail unturned. From the black jeans that aren’t as baggy as they used to be, to the chain and bandana in his back pocket. He’s even got his old rings on. The only detail out of line is the missing skull ring he used to wear on his left ring finger. A black band with a gold stripe through it sits there instead.

“You should have told us you were dressing up,” Dustin wines.

“Yeah! I would have found dug mine out of storage,” Mike adds.

“If I told you it wouldn’t have been a surprise!” Eddie smiles, tipping his head back in that satisfied way of his.

“And now it’s time to learn what really happened in Hawkins, Indiana in the 1980s,” the announcer says.

Her booming voice is met with a chorus of shushing and chants to turn it up, all of which are listened to as they settle in to watch themselves reveal what really happened all those years ago.

Of course, it doesn’t stay silent for long as they all chime in with comments, laughter, and even some tears. They may be thirty years removed from the events, but the wounds are still fresh for most of them.

On the final commercial break, Erica checks in with social media on her phone. Shaking her head and mumbling curses under her breath.

“They don’t believe us,” she fumes, typing violently on her phone. “Those idiots. It’s just the facts!”

“We knew we weren’t going to convince everyone,” Lucas says, trying to placate her.

“It was never about them,” El nods. “It was about telling our truth. So we do not have to lie anymore.”

“I know,” Erica groans. “But it’s still annoying. They’re still going to think we’re freaks.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Eddie says.

They all nod in agreement as the final segment of the show begins. It’s quiet as they watch the final minutes of their own interviews play out on television. They all get asked the same question:

“If you could go back and relive those years without any of these events happening, would you?”

To no one surprise, they all answer no.

But it’s Steve’s answer that gets everyone choked up.

Especially Eddie.

“Absolutely not. I wouldn’t be the man I am today without the shit we went through. I never would have met my platonic soulmate. Or the love of my life. And I would probably be stuck in a miserable cookie-cutter family, instead of the found family I have because of those events. I’d take a thousand more hits to the head or bites to my chest if I had too to keep them around.

“Besides, being normal is overrated. Being a freak is so much better,” on-TV Steve says, winking directly into the camera.

Eddie leaps at Steve, smothering him with over-the-top kisses until the kids are groaning and gauging so loud it drowns out any of the trauma that the documentary might have brought back up.

“I’m changing my answer,” Dustin groans. “I’d go back and make sure you two stayed mortal enemies!”

“Too late, Henderson,” Steve sings. “You already said you wouldn’t go back. It’s immortalized on TV!”

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fandomcentralsposts · 5 months

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Steve hasn't celebrated Christmas properly for many years because his parents are never home, and if they do show, it'll be a few days before, and they don't usually stay for new years. Because of this, Steve no longer has the urge to put up decorations. He doesn't bother with Christmas dinners or ugly sweaters or any usual traditions. But deep down, he loves Christmas. The lights, the trees, music, and snow are something a part of him still looks forward to every year he just knows he'll probably be spending it alone. Until he dates Nancy and the Wheelers, let him join them for Christmas and the years after Dustin and his mother would welcome him, although at times he felt like he was imposing he felt grateful he also made sure he bought presents for everyone all the kids and Nancy, Johnathan and eventually Robin he would also help cook for whoever he was staying with he wanted to make sure he was the perfect house guest so he would be invited back next year.

When he and Eddie started dating, Steve half expected he would be invited over at Christmas. Their relationship was going strong they were attached at the hip, and Wayne was very tolerant of them, and he seemed to like him, so he was hoping it would be offered. Except it wasn't November came and left, then it was December 1st, then 4th, then 8th, then 16th, and Eddie hadn't said anything. Which was fine. Christmas is a family thing, after all, and they had been dating for only 4 months. However, Robin and her family were going out of town this year, and Dustin and his mother were hosting his Aunt and Grandma and Steve didn't want to take up anymore space but he couldn't help but feel a tiny pang of rejection and grimacing at the idea of spending Christmas alone in his quiet, dark house.

On the 23rd of December, Steve was sitting in his room. Robin had already left, and family video had closed for the holidays, and Steve figured he shouldn't bother Eddie since it was so close to Christmas. He tried to distract himself by reading a book, wrapping presents he would give out on boxing day, but there was only so much he could do before his mind drifted back, too, his depressing reality. Just as Steve thought about pulling back the covers and spending the next 2 days in bed, the doorbell rang. He went downstairs and opened the door to reveal his boyfriend smiling widely at him.

"Eddie! Hi, I didn't know you were coming over, " Steve said, letting him in.

"Yeah, I wanted to surprise you, baby," Eddie said, stepping through the front door and kissing Steve on the cheek. "I have your christmas present"

Steve glanced at the poorly wrapped box Eddie was gripping with excitement.

"Oh Ed's you didn't have to-"

"Shhh, of course I had too it's Christmas, and you're my boyfriend now where is your tree?" Eddie said, venturing into the living room

"Um..." Steve trailed off suddenly embarrassed by the lack of decoration.

"Wow, you've left decorating really late are you waiting for your parents or something?"

"T-they're not coming"

"What?"

"They're not coming back for Christmas," Steve stated

"Oh my god baby, I'm so sorry," Eddie said, placing his gift on the coffee table and giving his boyfriend a hug

"It's alright Eddie really" Steve chuckled "They haven't spent Christmas with me in years so-"

"Years?!" Eddie said, eyes widening. "So you've been by yourself every year?"

"No, Dustin and Robin have invited me over, but neither of them could this year"

"Why didn't you ask me?" Eddie said sounding a little heartbroken

"I don't know a part of me thought you might ask first and then I thought Christmas is a family thing so you probably want to be with Wayne only"

"Stevie, you are my family too. I love you," Eddie said sincerely.

Steve couldn't stop the tears from welling in his eyes the way Eddie spoke so gently and rested his palm on Steve's cheek.

"I'm sorry." Was all Steve could manage not exactly sure what he was apologising for. Eddie shushed him and cleared his throat.

"Steve Harrington," Eddie started. "Would you please make me the happiest man alive and join me and my uncle for Christmas?"

"Yes," Steve said, laughing at the end.

Eddie and Steve didn't waste a second gathering some of Steve's things, the presents he wrapped, and drove back to the trailer park. Wayne was more than happy to have Steve over for Christmas, especially since he had an extra pair of hands in the kitchen. Eddie and Steve cuddled up on the couch that evening, their mugs of hot chocolate cooling on the coffee table. Eddie pressed a kiss to Steve's forehead.

"Merry Christmas, Stevie"

"Merry Christmas, Ed's"

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estrellami-1 · 1 year

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Don’t Let Go

“Fuck- oh, shit, Steve, what-” Robin collapses to the ground next to him, worried hands waving frantically around his body, unsure how to help. “Okay, okay, hey, it’s alright, take a breath, Steve, you’ll be okay.”

He retches again. Watches, detached, as red streaks into the bowl. “Oh, shit,” he hears Robin whisper. “That- that’s blood. Okay. Okay, this is fine, we’re okay. I don’t- I don’t really know how to help you, Steve, I’m trying to stay calm, I swear, but you know how easily I get worked up and-” she shuts her mouth and takes a few deep breaths. “Steve? Can I touch you?”

He tries to think about it. Tries to think about anything other than the memories flashing through his head. Nods.

She breathes out a shaky, grateful sigh. “Okay, good, that’s good, thank you. Um, I’m gonna- my hand. I’m gonna put it on your back, okay? I’m just gonna rub a bit. Just like this. Try to match your breathing, okay? When I rub up, you breathe in. When I rub down, you breathe out. No pressure, just nice, slow breaths, okay? Here, up, so in, breathe in. Now down, so breathe out. In, out. Easy does it, Steve-o, you’re alright.” She grabs a wad of toilet paper and brings it to Steve’s face. “Let’s clean you up a little, yeah? Any chance you wanna tell me what that was about?”

He lets her clean his face off, takes a shuddering breath, and bursts into tears.

“Oh, Jesus- okay, hey, alright, Steve, it’s okay. I’m right here. Is me touching you still okay?”

Her touching him is usually fine. He’d say always—if he could speak—but there have been times he’s reacted so unfavorably to her touch… it’s for the best she asks. Even if the majority of the time, the answer is yes.

The answer is yes tonight, as well, but words are too difficult when he’s trying not to drown in his own tears, so he tips sideways into her, lets her hold his weight up as she rubs his back and arm, comforting him. “That’s okay, Steve. It’s alright. We’re fine. I do think we should talk about this one, though, it hasn’t hit you that hard in a while. Which I know is kinda hypocritical, I mean I’ve slept over every night for like the last month in a row. So I get it. But I do think talking about it could be good. But, uh, we’ll wait a bit. Let you calm down some first.”

He does eventually calm down, at least enough to try to talk, and he does, disjointedly telling Robin about the nightmare. He doesn’t know where to start, and she shushes him. “Start with whatever you can. Baby steps. Small things, one at a time.”

He shudders. It’s not a small thing, the thing taking up every inch of his brain, it’s so big and consuming and taking over and- “So much,” he manages. “So much blood. Thought- thought it was mine. ‘N maybe some of it was, I dunno, but it was Dustin, a-and E-” he breaks off, heaves, manages to take a breath somehow, and the name doesn’t stick in his throat. “Eddie. I was- I was too late, Robs, too late, he was- I tried, I tried, there was so much blood, he- he looked at me and-”

Robin shushes him again, pulls him closer and wraps her arms around him, rocks them back and forth. “‘S alright, Steve, hey, take a breath, c’mon. One big one, I know you can, just one breath for me.”

He manages a medium-sized breath, enough to make Robin happy, enough to make the lump in his throat recede some, enough to let him finish. “He said it’s okay. That- that he didn’t expect me to save him- to care- and I- Robs. I- I kissed him.” He vaguely realizes he’s trembling.

“Oh, Steve,” she murmurs, rubbing her hand up and down his back again. “Can- can I ask if you’ve, uh, thought about that before?”

Steve sniffles, ducks his head, nods. “I’ve had a few dreams. Not nightmares. J-just, like, little things. Sitting together on the couch talking about nothing, going on dates, cuddling in bed and- I do want it, but Robs, I- I can’t, I can’t, he’s gone-” and Steve’s gone, collapsing into sobs again, not even hearing Robin as she’s trying to tell him something.

He notices when she moves away, and he lets her, because somewhere in his subconscious he remembers how she is about touch, and how sometimes it’s too much. So she moves away and he stays on the floor in the bathroom, sobbing.

She’s back a few minutes later, a comforting hand on his back. “Hey, Steve, shh, you’ve gotta calm down a little, which I know isn’t helpful but you’re gonna throw up again if you keep going, and then I’m gonna freak out even more, and then where’re we gonna be? We’re both gonna be freaking out and no help to each other. Hey, slow breaths, it’s alright, copy my hand again, yeah? Up and down, in and out, okay?”

She moves suddenly, says, “Oh, thank God you’re here, I’m useless, here,” and moves completely out of Steve’s space.

She moves back in again a second later, except it’s not Robin, the hands are different, bigger, and he stiffens up, lifts his head, and freezes when he sees who it is. “Eddie,” he breathes, and Eddie gives him a small smile.

“Hey, Steve. You doin’ alright?”

“Eddie,” Steve whispers again, so relieved he can’t bring himself to care about how he normally acts, just burrows into Eddie.

And Eddie lets him, opens his legs to give Steve a stable place to sit, lets Steve tuck his head in Eddie’s shoulder, even puts a hand on Steve’s head. “‘S alright,” he murmurs. “I don’t really know what you dreamed about but it’s okay, I swear, I’ve got some sort of idea it was about me but I’m fine, I swear, I’m okay, got a little chewed up but you got me out. We’re okay, we’re fine. I promise.” He rubs his other hand up and down Steve’s back, like Robin had been doing, and Steve does his best to follow the pattern, except Eddie’s rubbing his back a little too fast, and all he feels is the panic coming back.

Suddenly Eddie stops rubbing. “Oh- oh, Stevie, I’m sorry,” he murmurs, then continues rubbing, slower. “Robin told me you were trying to match your breathing to my hand rubbing your back. It’s a good idea, and I’m- I’m proud of you for initiating it. Here we go, nice and slow, in and out.”

Eventually Steve’s breathing slows back down enough for him to say something. “Sorry.”

Eddie hums. “What? Sorry? What for?”

“You havin’a come out here.”

“That’s not something you ever need to apologize for,” Eddie tells him seriously. “Hey. Can you look at me?”

Steve manages to lift his head and look Eddie in the eye for a few seconds. “There you are,” Eddie whispers with a soft smile. “It’s alright, Steve. I’ll always be here if you need me, m’kay? Now, how about we get off the bathroom floor?”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, moving out of Eddie’s space and trying to stand, only to collapse again. “Fuck, sorry,” he mutters. “Legs’re asleep.”

“That’s alright, you’re not too heavy, c’mon, I gotcha. You wanna brush your teeth real quick?”

Steve notices the taste in his mouth for the first time and makes a face as he nods, moving with Eddie’s help over to the sink. “Grab on here,” Eddie says quietly. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“M’kay.” He brushes his teeth, looking down at the sink, hearing Eddie bustle around as he flushes the remainder of Steve’s nightmare and disappears back into the room for a moment, drawers opening and closing before Eddie make a reappearance, standing this side of too close. Steve welcomes it, finishes brushing his teeth and leans back into Eddie when he’s done. “Not sure I can sleep,” he murmurs, not looking in the mirror. He doesn’t want to confirm how he knows Eddie’s looking at him. He knows, if he meets Eddie’s eyes, he’ll see pity.

“D’you wanna try? Or just wanna head downstairs? We can watch shitty movies and make fun of the acting.”

He thinks about it. Thinks about laying back down, the dark creeping in, being unable to see Eddie even if he knows he’s looking directly at him. His breath sticks in his throat. “Dow- downstairs. Please.”

“M’kay. Wanna bring Robin?”

“No. She’s gotta shift t’morrow morning. Needs to sleep.”

“So do you,” Eddie murmurs, enough levity in his voice it doesn’t sound judgmental. “Wanna bring anything downstairs?”

Steve sighs as he tries to think. “Don’t think so.”

“Okay. You ready to go then?”

“Yeah.” He doesn’t move.

“Stevie?”

“Yeah.” He takes a shuddering breath. “I don’t- I can’t-” he shakes his head, makes a bitten-off, frustrated noise. “Don’t wanna let go.”

“‘S okay. You don’t have to.” A hand appears in his field of view, palm-up, open and inviting. He takes it. “Is this enough for now? Till we get downstairs?”

Steve thinks about it, then nods, squeezing once as Eddie steps away, leaving their hands linked. “Sorry,” he mutters again, even though he knows Eddie’s going to tell him to stop apologizing. “Dunno why I’m like this.”

Eddie chuckles softly. “Pretty sure you get a free pass to act like this as much as you want, Stevie. You’ve been through hell more’n anyone ever should.” He tugs on their joined hands, a small smile hovering on his lips. “And quit apologizing.”

“No promises,” Steve says instead of what he wants to. I’m like this because it was you. Because I love you. Because I’m too much of a coward to say anything.

Eddie stills like he hears it all anyways. All he does is wrap his free hand around Steve’s wrist, gripping for a moment before releasing him, gently tugging him out of the bathroom.

Robin’s sitting up in bed, lamp on, waiting for him. He feels bad, but still too shaken up to release Eddie. “Sorry for keeping you up.”

She glances over at Eddie with a flick of her eyebrows, and he snickers as she looks back at Steve. “Don’t apologize, dingus. I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll see you in the morning?”

He nods, tries to smile. “Love you, Robbie.”

“Gross,” she says with a smile, but grabs his free hand as they walk by. “Love you too.”

They get downstairs and Eddie stops by the TV. “Wanna watch something?”

Steve thinks about it. Thinks about the movies he owns, the way he’s feeling, and shakes his head. “Want some water.”

Eddie chuckles. “Probably should’ve been my first thought. Whaddya wanna do after?”

Steve shrugs. “Just… don’t wanna be alone.”

Eddie looks at him for a long moment before pulling him into a hug. He realizes, as his nose mashes into Eddie’s shoulder, he’d been curling into himself. “C’mon,” Eddie murmurs. “Water then couch, m’kay?”

Steve nods, wrapping his hands around Eddie’s waist, letting his eyes close as he tucks his face into the juncture of Eddie’s neck and shoulder. His hair tickles Steve’s forehead. He doesn’t move, just relaxes, tightening his hold when Eddie starts to move them.

“Gotta move for a second,” Eddie murmurs eventually. “Can’t drink the water with your face mushed into my neck. And the last thing you want right now is a dehydration headache.”

Steve knows he’s right, can already feel the tightening that means a headache is coming on, and reluctantly untangles himself, holding out a hand for the glass. It wobbles dangerously when it’s in his grip, and Eddie’s hand comes back to wrap around the glass, overlapping Steve’s fingers, steadying him. “Easy does it,” he murmurs, guiding the glass up to Steve’s lips. “A little at a time.”

Steve drinks slowly, allowing Eddie to take the glass after a few sips, only for him to put it down and pick something else up. A pill, he sees when Eddie brings his hand closer, and he’s at least steady enough to hold that and slip it into his mouth, and by the time he does Eddie’s got the water back up by his face again. “Thank you,” Steve murmurs eventually, instead of the I’m sorry that wants to come out.

Eddie smiles, small and fond. “My pleasure. Couch?”

Steve nods, so they walk over together, Eddie placing the water on the side table before arranging them on the couch. He sits down first, then tugs Steve almost on top of him, a gentle hand on his neck guiding Steve’s head back to his shoulder.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, Eddie’s fingers running up and down Steve’s spine, before he breaks the silence. “Wanna tell me what happened? All Birdie said was you had a nightmare and thought I was, uh. Gone.”

Steve heaves a sigh. “That’s pretty much it. You and Dustin, but you especially, and I… I dunno. And it wasn’t even one of those dreams that made sense, or anything, it’s just all of a sudden there I was, and there was so much blood, and I think some of it was mine but I was fine, Dustin was in bad shape but was gonna make it, but you…” he shakes his head. “Told me you didn’t expect me to save you, didn’t think I’d care, and that was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard you say so I kissed you, and you… you died. Didn’t say anything. Just… there one second, gone the next, like I had killed you.”

“Well,” Eddie says, “I can definitely see how that would’ve freaked you out. Especially given that you’re straight. Which! Is not the point. Sorry. Um.”

Steve shrugs. “Not really. Um. Straight, that is.”

Eddie freezes. “No?”

“No.” Steve shifts away, hates the feeling of Eddie’s hand slipping off his back, but hates the thought of Eddie being uncomfortable because of him even more. “I like both. Um. Like Bowie? Robin told me that’s a thing.”

Eddie chuckles. “That it is, Stevie. Thanks for telling me.”

Steve shoots him a look. “You’re okay with it?”

Eddie frowns. “It would be kinda hypocritical of me to not be, wouldn’t it?”

Steve waves a hand around. “Not that. The fact that I like you, and had a dream that freaked me out and you came over and oh my god, all of that was false pretenses, wasn’t it, fuck, I’m sorry, Eddie, I swear I wasn’t thinking about that, the- the dream really did freak me out, and I-”

“Steve,” Eddie says, putting a hand on his forearm. “Hey. Calm down before you spiral into another panic attack, alright? It’s fine. Doesn’t bother me in the least.” He lets out a breathless chuckle. “Actually, I guess that would be kinda hypocritical of me, too.”

Steve blinks. “What would?”

“Me freaking out about you liking me.” He stares for a moment before looking away, huffing a laugh and shaking his head. “I had the most unfortunate crush on you in high school. Admittedly, then it was purely based on looks. But then Spring Break from hell happened, and I learned you’re actually a really good guy, and the crush transitioned into something more than just surface-level.” He holds out a hand, palm up, waiting for Steve.

Steve stares at it, then lifts his gaze to Eddie’s face. “You… like me?”

“I do.”

A shy smile begins to grow on Steve’s face as he ignores Eddie’s outstretched hand in favor of leaning back in, setting his head back on Eddie’s shoulder and sliding his arm around Eddie’s waist. He smiles as Eddie chuckles and wraps an arm around his back. “Can we talk about it tomorrow?” Steve asks quietly. “About what we want to do and be?”

“We can wait as long as you want,” Eddie promises. “Just as long as tonight, we can stay right here.”

Steve giggles quietly. “Deal.” He’s silent for a few seconds before the giggles start again. “Robin’s gonna be so pissed I got a boyfriend before she got a girlfriend.”

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trashmouth-richie · 11 months

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prequel to Honey I’m Home

master list

summary: a peek into the lives of our love birds back in 1985

w/c: 4k

tw: no minors, underage drinking, drug use, party behavior. hinted at: rape

Engine roaring hot with the early dog days of summer, Eddie’s van skids to a stop sliding against black asphalt of Piney Wood Lane.

“Eddie! What the fuck?!” A church mouse voice that resembled nails on a chalkboard shrieks when the van halts to a stop. Peach colored lipstick is smeared in a wavy line across her pale skin, Chrissy glares icy blue daggers into the curly haired metal head.

Stoned and nearly asleep, Eddie forced his tired lips into a grin, pearly whites gleaming against the backdrop of the setting sun through the dirty windshield. “Oh babe you’re so pretty, here let me help.” Grabbing the tube of lipstick Eddie draws a matching line across her other cheek, “all better,” he yawns as she snatches the lipstick tube back and shoves the lid back on slamming it into her purse. Using a dirty t-shirt by her feet that she knew was used to wipe Eddie’s cum off her stomach some time last week after one of his shows, she rotates it to a cleanish spot and works the black cloth gently across her face, muttering to herself.

“Where are these little shits anyway?” She grumbles as she avoids Eddie’s lips on her neck, shoving him away with the heel of her hand.

“Fuck Chris, relax,” Eddie says, arms up in a surrender and lowering slightly to light a cigarette and blowing the smoke into the open warm air through his window, “little Tooty said they have to sneak out of the basement window.”

It had been a full year since Eyeball had left town and graduated without Eddie. His best friend was always smarter than he was, never having to repeat senior year, he left Eddie’s trailer park ass in the dust— never to be heard from again.

A scoff breaks from Chrissy’s pastel pink lips as she swipes more powder blue eyeshadow on her lids in the mirror. “I don’t know what my brother sees in her.”

The high encompassing Eddie falters for a split second. Chad Cunningham? What the fuck would Tooty want to do with him?

“Damn, tell me how you really feel,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes and inhaling from his cigarette, “don’t hold back.”

Chrissy flips the visor up with a thud and crosses her arms, her lips twisted in a sneer, she opens her mouth to speak but Eddie shushes her when five moving figures run across the neatly mowed lawn of the Wheeler’s.

Opening the sliding door is a pimple-faced Mike Wheeler, accompanied by Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, and you.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Eddie says holding his hands up in protest, “watch the carpet yeah? Won’t be a shaggin’ wagon if the carpet is stomped all to hell you little gremlins.”

“Fuck dude,” Dustin speaks, sliding next to Mike on the floor, “you gonna give us upholstery lessons or are we going to this party?”

Mike and Lucas laugh as Eddie takes off before the door is even shut. Screaming into the night like a bat out of hell. Passing out cigarettes from a crumbled pack you kept in the breast pocket of the same ratty flannel you wore almost daily, everyone leans forward to catch the flame at the same time. Inhaling deep and choking back smoke against baby pink lungs.

Eddie wasn’t your favorite person but if he was one thing: it was reliable. He’d show up in his van, rolling up on the last remnants of weed whenever you called him. Day or night, rain or shine wherever you were— he’d drop whatever he was doing to pick you up.

Like the time Mike had left you at Benny’s after falling asleep in the red cracked booth following a late night movie premiere of Cujo. A quick dial to the Munson trailer, with a worried Benny behind you, after a couple of monotonous dial tones an out of breath Eddie answered grumpily reassuring you he’d be there soon.

Ten minutes later the blaring tunes of DIO were heard faintly as his van roared down the street, foregoing stop signs and swerving all over the place.

Benny raised an eyebrow and gave Eddie a pointed finger grunting: get her home safe.

Eddie greeted you with a stupid smile and deep dimples, threatening Mike’s life and his Hellfire spot for leaving you behind.

“Don’t make this a habit,” he scolded lightly, eyes red and higher than a kite, his boots were untied and his hair was sticking out in every direction, “Eyeball will skin me alive.”

You roll your eyes and put your feet on the dash, “Kev doesn’t even know I’m gone.”

Tapping the brakes Eddie laughs deep when you lunge forward, millimeters from almost smacking your head on your knees. “You know my rule, feet down little T.”

The night was young and you were filled with a naivety that coursed through your veins. With Eyeball at college your parents were rarely home, and you spent every waking minute you could with the boys, Max and El. A group of unruly teens, knobby knees and bad haircuts. The summer was barely at its peak, and you couldn’t wait to live it.

“Alright you little brats,” Eddie joked, pulling into Rick’s driveway, “no humping, no grinding, don’t take anything if you aren’t sure of what it is, and you all owe me $5 for the ride here and supplying you little degenerates with the best weed and warm beer in all of Hawkins.” He goads with a warm smile and jumps out of the van, leaving Chrissy to readjust her hair and makeup for the tenth time in the fifteen minute drive to get out to Lover’s Lake.

Filing out of the van one at a time, everyone slaps an Abe Lincoln into Eddie’s upturned palm. When it’s your turn he quickly closes his hand and you give him an annoyed look.

A look of concern colors his brow as he peers into your face, “Are you seriously dating Chrissy’s brother?”

Turning your lip up in defense, you scowl at the accusation, “so what if I was?” You gonna run and tell Kev about it?”

Eddie didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Eyeball’s fury, having seen for himself how Eyeball could fight the biggest of assholes at the Hideout, and he damn sure as hell didn’t want to see you on that end either. “Nah,” he chides, pocketing the bills into his chain wallet and standing with his hands on his hips, chest out, “what the hell do you think I am some shithead narc? I just didn’t think that you’re old enough to date.”

Snarling a grin and pushing his shoulder you answer sarcastically, “Are you my mother? Stop smoking Munson, you’re turning into a softie.” Traipsing past him you quickly run inside to find your friends, feet crunching on the gravel.

What the hell got into him?

—

The party is buzzing and so are you, two drinks in and a hit from Jonathan’s blunt and you’re dancing with Max, El and Will around the living room.

Tears flood Will’s eyes but he won’t say what’s wrong. Lately when he drank, he always seemed to get a little gloomy and dark. Whatever was bothering you he’d never tell, just going on about how it’s not fair. Only for the next day to claim he didn’t remember.

In a blurring spin from El’s outstretched hand, you can make out Steve Harrington. His tongue was wrapped around some blonde girl’s throat. Hands cupping her ass like she might float away. He wore his sunglasses in the house pretending like he really was fit to be “King”.

King Douche of Hairspray Island

Nancy and Jonathan are whispering close together slow dancing to a song no one can hear but them. Her stylish hair and clothes always fit her like she was straight from a Gap catalog.

Eyeing you, she waves and blows you a kiss. One you pocket and blow back. You’ve come to know Nancy quite well this last school year. Being one of your best friend's older sister’s she was cool and grown up.

Showing Max, El and yourself the proper way to wear makeup without looking like a cheap tramp.

“I don’t care if it is popular, blue is not a shade for anyone’s eyes.” Her makeup lessons earned an eye roll from Max, but you and El took special interest in it.

Collapsing onto the couch after Girls Just Wanna Have Fun ended; Will, Max and El all fall into a fit of giggles, you are breathless and your legs feel like freeze pops before they’re frozen. Being drunk and spinning around wasn’t the best of combinations but it was a blast.

A wayward glance towards the makeshift poker table in the small kitchen has Will wiping his eyes, rushing to the bathroom, excusing himself with a rushed “gotta pee.”

Finishing the last swallows of a lone beer sitting atop the barely standing coffee table, Max tosses the empty can behind her and leans forward, turning her head towards your direction, her eyes squinting into a serious glare, “you really gonna date that weasel dick Chad Cunningham?”

El’s face lights with devilish delight and you roll your eyes. Chad Cunningham was in your grade, and more popular than anyone you hung out with. Exceptionally good at sports and school, he was a dreamboat for any girl to set sail with. A future of wealth and riches lying at your feet. And he had been laying on his advances thick.

Plucking a cigarette from the crumbled pack in your shirt pocket, you offer the redhead a drag after taking a long inhale.

“Jesus,” you breathe through a cloud of smoke, “I swear I’m gonna kill Lucas.”

Max only laughs, poking your ribs with a slight jab of her unpainted fingernail, red from a picked stubborn hangnail, “Lucas couldn’t keep a secret if someone paid him too.”

Lucas and Chad played on the same baseball team, and it was he who said he would put in a good word to you for Chad. Apparently they were talking about more than just batting averages at practice.

Stealing the cigarette from your mouth, Max slots it between her own chapped lips, inhaling and blowing the smoke upwards as she falls back into the couch.

Lighting another cigarette, you listen to Max’s scoffing noises as Eddie runs through the living room, shirt off wearing cutoff denim shorts and boots, a screaming Chrissy over his shoulder as he trots towards the dock. Her high pitched whines are faint as there are two splashes into the lake, one after another.

“We’ve talked on the phone once, maybe twice,” you offer the small information as a gift, waiting for your two best friends to pull the pink satin bow and open it revealing the secret surprise. “Just lucky my mom didn’t get to the phone before I did.”

“No shit,” El hums around a can of Pabst, a wicked smile evident on her lips, “so what did he say?!”

The three of you dive into a giggly drunk conversation about boys, laughing at how awkward they were, how dumb they could be, ending the conversation still unsure whether or not you would give in to Chad’s charm. He was cute after all.

He wasn’t like you, while your family wasn’t poor, Chad’s family was extremely wealthy. They were all matching outfits for family pictures and lately your parents were gone more than they were home. Hushed whispers and teary eyes from your mother.

You didn’t know what was going on, maybe they would be getting a divorce? Maybe you’d be like Max and live in the trailer park after whichever parent decided to stay in Hawkins. Between the choice of living with your mom or dad, you’d rather sleep in a dog kennel.

Of all the girls in the school, Chad had chosen you. The sleepless nights on the phone were nothing but sweet talk. Telling you how pretty you were, calling you honey bun, how he couldn’t get you out of his head. Teasing him and telling him he was crazy, his flirting only deepened. Creating a pocket of desire and questions of what if? burrowed deep into your skin. Warming your heart with each peel of his words cozying inside of it.

He even left flowers on your window sill in the middle of the night so you could wake up to the smell of wildflowers drying in the growing sun of the dewy morning.

He was a charmer. And he’d charmed you right to a fit of heated cheeks and butterfly stomach aches.

When you saw Chrissy’s blonde hair in Eddie’s van you almost expected to see him in the back. Stomach sinking when he wasn’t stuffed into the grungy van.

Last night he made you promise to call when you were done hanging out with your friends. A promise you weren’t sure if you would keep or not.

El slinked from the couch and joined Mike and the rest of the boys playing their drunken hands at poker. Losing every cent of allowance and weeks worth of mowing yards in Hawkins to Steve and a piss drunk Tommy.

Max and Lucas were wrestling on the floor now, his deep skin turning a violent shade of purple only seen on plums from Max having him in a headlock, making him swear to stop calling her Pippy due to her choice of hairstyle.

The scent of murky lake water infused with green algae and harsh whiskey fogged your brain, tiny droplets of water slid down your cheeks, making you question how many beers you actually had. Putting your head on the cushion and looking back revealed Eddie, standing behind you in all his stupidity and brainless head banging to Heaven and Hell. One hand clutched around a bottle of Jack Daniels by the neck, his rings clacking loudly around the glass, the other pinched a fat joint. One wet boot on the back of the couch.

“Trailer Park run out of water again?” you spit, making a show of wiping your face with the back of your hand and sitting farther away from the metal head menace. Kev’s friend or not, Eddie was a special kind of jackass. Loud, ruthless, a real mother fucker, but come hell or high water, he was loyal to his friends. But shit, even an old porch dog is.

Eddie made a voice and chuckled deep, taking a large inhale from the joint, the paper crinkling against the orange burnt end. Blowing big O’s around your face, he merely grins, “you’re too kind to me little T,” he gathers his hair and wrings it out over your head, leaping over the back of the couch landing next to you with a sopping squelch sound of wet denim slapping against polyester, “better ease up on that sweetness or someone might think you’re not made of piss and vinegar.”

Kicking him away from you he only laughs harder ow stop you’re hurting me ow, he breaks out through choked laughs at your attempt to throw him off the couch.

When you have him pinned against the arm rest, your dirty white converse pressed into the slab of graffitied alabaster that makes up his back, he gently grabs your ankle and tosses your feet off of him in a swift throw.

Crossing your arms in a stubborn fashion you deliver one more kick into his side before retreating your legs in a pretzel beneath you, taking the joint from his outstretched hand as a peace offering. Hard to deliver kicks when your feet felt like they were stuck in brownie batter thick mud.

After a few hits, droopy eyes, and Eddie’s dripping curls down his back and onto the woven beige fabric of Rick’s couch, Eddie lets out a loud sigh, taking a pull from the whiskey bottle he still was nursing.

“Thought Eyeball was supposed to come home this summer?”

The question is more of a statement from Eddie as you lazily shrug your shoulders and find intense concentration on the frayed edges of your shorts. Fingers rolling the edges until the fabric is warm and sweaty.

“Dunno, precious Kev hasn’t said much since he went out East, nobody has.”

“Ohh c’mon,” Eddies velvet voice hums deep through his high, eyes barely open, “your rents aren’t that bad.”

Blowing hot breath through your lips you mimic a balloon, giggling at the way your lips feel with each wiggly vibration against your them. “Next. I’m not talking about my feelings with you when you’re higher than Willie fuckin’ Nelson.”

“Rocky Mountain High,” Eddie grins, tipping the neck or the Jack Daniel’s bottle to his lips.

Heckling him you correct, “That’s… John Denver …dumbass— ,” a yawn escapes your mouth, brain functioning on low as the high creeps into your brain, an unannounced nap knocking on your eyelids.

The couch dips with Eddie’s weight as he reaches for a blanket and tosses it to you, “Kid, I don’t know how you and Eyeball are related,” he presses, laughing at the way your eyes heavily blink back at him, “you can’t hang.”

The slowest fuck you rolls of your tongue, the living room fading in your vision you can almost taste the insult rolling around your mouth.

His idle smile falls into a frown, eyebrows pulled inward, eyes looking over your head you train your eyes to follow his gaze.

The noise of Chrissy’s bubbly giggle as she emerges from Rick’s bedroom, catches your attention. She’s wearing a pair of his boxers and a worn heather gray shirt, faded kelly green writing reading, Hawkins Athletic Dept 1980. Her eyes are twinkling with each murmur from Rick’s slack mouth, bent low to her ear, neither of them seeing Eddie sitting on the couch.

Stepping into the low hanging lights in the living room, Rick quickly gestures to Chrissy’s nose and she hastily wipes at it with the back of her hand.

You knew very little of Chrissy other than her family lived on the golf course in a lavish house with a perfectly manicured yard. One boy, one girl, perfect cookie cutter JC Penney catalog assholes.

Last year, you, Dustin and Mike threw three dozen perfectly shaped, white eggs at their front door on Halloween. While Will and Lucas rang the doorbell and Max lit the brown papered sack filled to the brim of Forest Hills Trailer Park’s finest dog shit.

There were wanted ads in the Hawkins Post for weeks about any known whereabouts of the “hoodlums” who defaced private property.

And Joyce Byers stood her ground on not knowing anything when Chief Hopper begrudgingly stomped his way from his police cruiser to the lonely woman’s door. Nevermind her receipt from Bradley’s Big Buys that was identical to what was used in the Halloween crimes of 1984.

It truly was a mystery.

Chrissy didn’t talk to you or any of your friends when you all hung out with Eddie and that was perfectly fine with you, she seemed on edge and would scowl anytime Eddie wasn’t paying her attention or waiting on her hand and foot. At the very least she looked to be in desperate need to fucking relax.

Her wide pupils scan the living room and stop on Eddie. The innocence of Bambi struck the blues in her eyes.

The couch shifts as Eddie stands on firm boots and makes his way to Rick and Chrissy. And before you can crane your neck to hear the conversation, Dustin throws himself down beside you, grabbing the blanket in a yank.

“Pretty sure I’ve figured out the physics of the beer bong,” he says as he flips your legs on his lap.

Before long your eyelids have taken the shape of sandbags and you’re fast asleep. Left on the couch after Dustin’s lengthy explanation of the correct number of breaths taken before the beer bong rendered you to a peaceful dream state.

When you wake by being lightly shaken by a sober-looking Eddie, his warm dark eyes swim with anger and look too wet, and his smile doesn’t match his eyes, “let’s go, kid,” he looks around wildly, on edge, “you’re drunker than a skunk— it’s time to go.”

You’re incoherent as you try to stand, a dizzy spell capturing you in a wave and you feel like you're underwater. Looking around you don’t recognize anyone but Eddie. Rick’s is packed with faces you don’t know.

Not wanting to be there for another second, Eddie grabs your wrist, squats low in front of you and throws your arms around his neck. He wraps the smooth crook of his elbows into the back of your knees, wearing you like a drunk backpack.

A piggy back ride that left your face in the curly, tangled tufts of his drying hair, the tang of weed and lake water stinging your nose as you bury your chin into his shoulder.

A cool blanket is on you when you open your eyes and become a little more alert. You’re in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van, a cigarette hangs limply from his lips as he’s muttering something to himself. It’s dark, and no music is playing. An odd thing for him.

A quick glance around and you see that no one else is with you. A street lamp shines through the windows and you can see Eddie’s knuckles are painted with a deepened glossy red substance.

“Eddie?”

He doesn’t hear you immediately so you repeat his name. His head turns sharp towards you and the blazed look of rage emits from his face. If it were a look from anyone else you’d be terrified. He quickly softens his eyes.

“Everyone’s at Steve’s,” he says quickly, “the kids, Nancy, Jonathan.. we’re heading there—that cool?”

Confused but unable to concentrate a single thought on why the fuck Eddie would be taking you to Steve mop head Harrington’s house, you nod in agreeance. Fighting sleep but losing.

“.. okay okay okay! Explain to me again what the hell happened, I was helping Lucas get Max in my car when it went down.”

“Ouch! Jesus Chr—“

“Sorry!”

“.. they were eyeing her man, all of them! — it was— fuck!”

*glass breaks against a wall*

“Who Chrissy?”

“No, Tooty!”

“Oh my God.. Munson. Who were they?!”

“I don’t know man, I’ve— I’ve never seen them before… fuck this I’m going back there— gonna snap their fucking necks!”

“Stop, this needs to get cleaned or it’ll get infected!”

“Henderson, weren't you sitting by her? Where the hell were you?!.”

“I was Steve! fuck— I just had take a piss, I was gone for like 2 minutes and then I heard the yelling…”

“Christ! Did they touch her?!”

“No,” a tearful voice warbles, “Eddie knocked out that big fucker and the rest of them backed off.”

“I fucking swear to God— Harrington, I will slit their throats if I see them again!”

“I know dude I know, me too.”

“She’s asleep. Max and El are staying with her in the guest room upstairs, I think we should all get some sleep it’s fucking 3 in the morning.”

“Nope, all due respect Wheeler— I can’t.”

“Ed—”

“Fuck! I won’t go back there, alright? But I can’t just lay down and go to bed— not after this..”

The weary eyed stubborn watchdog waits til dawn, aching back from the wall he’s propped up against and bruised knuckles sting with tightness. Flipping the steel end of an old pocket knife open and closed.

Steve stayed up with him for a while, a bat with nails protruding from every which way in a death grip in his fist.

Eddie didn’t think he actually was all that bad, underneath all that hairspray he could tell he’s a genuine person— lost on the surface of money, name brand clothes and expensive cologne.

The two of them made a pact that night that the kids would be protected at all costs, two guardians in the halls for them in high school in the fall. The jock dickheads who crashed Rick’s party amongst them, but the threat behind Eddie’s fist evident in the broken jaw of the football captain behemoth. No longer able to to take the Tigers to a state championship or try to have his way with a younger drunk girl at a party.

Both Eddie and Steve decide that in the morning if you didn’t remember what happened— it would die there, a protective secret amongst new friends.

🧡

see you in volume xi

#honey im home #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #stranger things fanfiction

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roanniom · 2 years

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You've heard of love at first sight. Now get ready for, I want to put a baby into you at first sight

If that's not Steve, idk what is

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

tw: pregnancy kink

Steve Harrington 100% wants to wife you up on sight.

He first sees you from a distance at the pool, buddying around with Dustin. You're the new lifeguard, freshly moved to Hawkins and lovelier than anyone he's ever set eyes on. The way you interact with Dustin makes his heart swell and when the other teens join around him and start asking you questions, Steve has to take a deep breath because he's already three years down the road in his imagination, driving a station wagon with you in the passenger seat.

It's your third date when he first thinks possessively about what it would be like to have a family with you. You haven't even had sex yet - he's trying not to fuck this up. You make out in his car and he feels you up over the clothes like a respectable gentleman.

But when he gets home that night, he feels his cock growing rigid with thoughts of you underneath him, above him. Of cumming deep inside you and keeping you full all night long. He fucks his fist and imagines how you'd grow big and round and how everyone in Hawkins, Indiana would know that you were his.

He doesn't tell you any of this until a year into your relationship. You've always known, though. Deep down you've seen the look in his eye when he fucks you certain ways. Seen the way his hand presses against your abdomen. The way he often gets horniest after you've all been hanging out with his large group of friends and he's been impressed by how you've taken on a caretaking role with them to pair perfectly with his.

A year in, however, you decide to ask him about it. And you do - while kissing down his body and jerking his cock with a spit-slippery hand. You'd just hosted a dinner party for the friend group and Steve had, predictably, become very handsy with you when everyone left. Fooling around on the couch you just bring it up.

"Do you ever think about getting me pregnant, Steve?"

Steve's whole body seizes and his eyes flash to yours. He waits a second before responding, seemingly trying to ascertain the opinion behind the question.

"Why...why would you...I mean..."

You shush him and climb on top and hover over his lap. You lower down on top of him, your skirt obscuring his own crotch, until your bare pussy comes into contact with the tip of his cock. He inhales sharply, hands coming to grip your waist, because he had had no idea you weren't wearing panties.

"Were you like this the whole time?!"

You nod coyly and peel one of his hands from your hip, bringing it up to rest on your stomach.

"This would get bigger, you know," you say, watching the way his adam's apple bobs as he swallows and nods. You grab his other hand and bring both of his hands up to cup your breasts through your shirt. "But these would get a lot bigger, too."

"Holy shit," Steve breathes, eyes fluttering closed out of sheer stimulation but quickly opening back up because he doesn't want to miss a thing.

That's the first night he cums inside you without a condom. But it's definitely not the last.

#this was way more filthy and less romantic than I intended #sorry not sorry lmao #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington discourse #steve harrington x fem!reader #fem!reader

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athena-writes-i-guess · 1 year

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I don’t know if you have tiktok but have you seen that trend where girlfriends pretends to be on the phone with a friend and act all dramatic and shocked just to see if their boyfriends want to know the tea? I don’t know why but I feel like Eddie would secretly wanna know

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

A/N: Hello friend! Thank you so much for the request! This was really fun to write! I really hope you like how this came out!

Also, yes I do have a TikTok, I’m on it way too much haha

“So then Jessica walks in on Andy and Tracy in his parents bedroom making out!” Robin said quietly as she sat across from you in the noisy cafeteria of Hawkins High.

“Oh my god, really?” You exclaimed softly, almost missing the small noise of interest that escaped from your boyfriend Eddie as he sat to your right.

“Really! I heard it from Sam who was standing right there when it happened!” She said, a large smile pulling at her lips as the bell rang to signal the end of the lunch break.

You and Robin loved to gossip about the happenings around the school, quietly judging your fellow classmates and the drama they found themselves in. Eddie on the other hand would ask why you cared so much. Who cares about what happened to some jock at some lame party? Not Eddie, or so he tried to make everyone believe. He would even seem to ignore gossip about his friends, like the time Steve got caught having sex with a girl in his car by the sheriff. But you’ve been noticing the small reactions that he’d have when the two of you would start sharing the news you heard. An almost silent gasp here, a quirk of the eyebrow there, a quiet scoff from across the room when you’re on the phone. Little things you took note of that showed you that he really did want to know.

You wanted to catch him in the act, tell a fake story that would be too juicy for him to pass up knowing the details of. You had plans for Eddie to come over to your house after Hellfire tonight and that’s when you’d set your plan in motion.

You were sitting on your bed, facing away from the window, your phone in your lap when you heard the signature sounds of Eddie climbing the side of your house. You picked up the phone receiver, the dial tone ringing in your ear as you made small noises of feigned interest. You had left your window open a crack for him and smiled as you heard him pull it open the rest of the way. You turned your head to look at him as he climbed through and landed clumsily in your room.

“Hey sweetheart!” He chirped happily with an excited smile once he saw you.

“Hey, baby!” You said quietly, placing your hand over the receiver for effect. “I’m talking to Robin, I’ll be off in a minute, pretty boy.” You smiled back, sending him an air kiss as he crossed the room. He pretended to catch the kiss in his hand and press it to his lips, beaming when you giggled. He then flopped himself down on your bed, resting his head in your lap as you leaned against your headboard. His eyes fluttered closed blissfully as you carded your free hand through his hair, relaxing into your touch.

You paused for a moment like you were listening to something through the phone, making small noises of interest as you listened to the dial tone before exclaiming, “Oh my god! Nancy did what?!” You watched Eddie’s eyebrows furrow. “But what happened with her and Jonathan?” You said quickly, trying not to smile when Eddie’s eyes shot open and he turned his head to look at you.

You paused again and then gasped loudly, “With Steve?? Are you serious!?”

Eddie couldn’t stop himself, he needed to know, “What happened?” He whispered, eyes wide with interest. You shushed him, trying not to burst into laughter at his expression and the small huff of annoyance he made.

“Dustin found them doing what?!” You practically yelled after a moment.

Eddie shot up and maneuvered himself onto his knees next to you, gesturing for you to pass the phone to him, whining out a little, “Babe! What’s happening?”

You furrowed your brows and shook your head, pretending to be listening to something on the line. “No fucking way! Jonathan said that to her?!” You exclaimed after a moment.

Eddie couldn’t handle being out of the loop anymore, he desperately needed to know the gossip, so he snatched the phone right out of your hand and brought it to his ear while saying, “What the hell is going on Robin?”

His eyebrows then knitted together in confusion as he was answered with a dial tone and your uncontrollable giggles. “You lying little monster!” He scolded as he narrowed his eyes playfully and tossed the phone in your lap.

“I knew you wanted to hear the gossip! Not such a waste of time after all, huh?” You teased, shooting him a mischievous grin as you put the phone back on your side table.

“I can’t believe you tricked me. How cruel! I’m wounded, sweetheart.” He said dramatically, his hands shooting to his heart as if he was injured as he flung himself backwards on the bed. “The love of my life lying to me! I’ll never recover!”

Your giggles continued to fill the room as he flopped around the bed, shaking your head at his antics. “Oh really? I’m so sorry Eds.” You exclaimed, matching his dramatic tone as you threw yourself onto him. “How can you ever forgive me?” You sent him a pout as you laid on his chest.

Eddie hummed in contemplation before looking at your pouting face, “I’ll forgive you sweetheart, but you owe me…” He thought for a second, “50 kisses. That’s all I'll accept, no less.” He said with faux seriousness, “Oh and a pizza.” He added, not being able to stop his bright smile as you burst into laughter.

The two of you settled down after a moment and Eddie ran his hand through your hair, “So nothing happened with Nancy and Jonathan?” He asked, still curious.

“Not that I know of, I just knew you wouldn’t be able to resist this time. I know you like hearing the gossip.” You teased, poking him playfully in the chest.

Eddie rolled his eyes and scoffed, “They’re our friends! Of course I wanna know!”

“Sure. Sure. Whatever you say, pretty boy.” You grinned.

“Shut up, you menace.” He scolded with a grin of his own. “You better start kissing baby, I’m not gonna kiss myself.” He sighed theatrically.

You beamed and lifted yourself up to hover over his face, pausing to admire your gorgeous boyfriend before beginning to pepper his lips with sweet kisses. Eddie sighed dreamily at the affection as he pulled you closer, neither of you keeping count as you melted into each other.

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steveharringtons-lover · 2 years

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Slurpys and Dirty Talk

Steve Harrington / Female Reader (she/her)

summary: After an accident you wake up in the hospital high on pain medication and say somethings you’ll reget when your sober.

warnings: mention of legal drug use, mention of smut, dirty talk, mention of injuries.

You can hear the sound of shushed voices around you as you slowly regain consciousness. You try to open your eyes but are met by a harsh light.

“She’s awake!” Dustin says loudly you feel as though your eardrums may burst.

“Sh! She’s clearly still a bit out of it!” Steve said firmly coming over to your side. “Had us worried their for a second Y/N.”

Your eyes finally adjust to the light and you get a good look at your surroundings, the white walls and beeping noise coming from the monitor gives it away.

“Am I in the hospital?” You ask, hoping one of the many people standing around your bed will answer.

“Sure are, you got knocked out.” Eddie answered clearly trying not to laugh.

“Come on let’s go get the kids, they’re dying to see you.” Robin said gesturing for Eddie and Nancy to come with her.

Moment later a doctor walked into the room, gave you a quick checkup, administered something for the pain and left.

“Here, I got you your favourite.” Steve said handing you a cherry slurpy. “Your gonna need to keep your fluids up.”

“Oh Steve, I love these. I kind of feel like I’m floating.” You say taking a sip, letting out a pleased moan.

You can’t help but smile as Steve’s jaw clenches at the sound.

“I think you’re a little bit out of it sweetheart, does your head hurt?” Steve asks you, but you couldn’t give one shit about your head right now.

“Sh it’s ok Stevie, I love my slurpy I’ll make it up to your later.” You say winking at him with a smirk on your face.

“Calm down love the kids will be here in a minute.” Steve says trying to get you to shut up, hoping to avoid an embarrassing situation.

“No it’s not fair pretty boy, you have to sit here with me. Watching me suck on this straw.” You smile up at him, your lips stained red.

“Alright calm down.” Steve says peaking his head out from the curtains around your bed to see if anyone is near.

“Oh! I know!” You say the most amazing idea ever coming to your head.

“Sh we’ll talk about this later baby.” Steve said trying to quiet you down before you say something he knows you’ll regret later.

“I’ll suck your dick!” You say eyes wide smiling. “I’ll suck your dick when we get home ok? Wait maybe in the car.”

“Alright thats enough.” Steve says his face turning red.

“No it’s not, your too good to me. Take your pants off and I’ll do it now. Quick!” You say grabbing for his belt.

The sound of the curtains being opened bought your attention over to the group.

Eddie and Robin looked as though they were about to burst out laughing.

Nancy looked extremely concerned, especially for the kids.

Said kids were left absolutely dumbfounded all their faces red.

“Oh my god.” Steve muttered under his breath who was the reddest of all. “How much did-“

“All of it.” Max said quickly cutting Steve off before he could even finish wash he was going to say.

“Oh no, does this mean I have to give them all the safe sex talk!” You say looking mortified and still unable to control your filter.

“Robin get me a banana and a condom!”

“Alright everyone out!” Nancy said hording the kids out of the room as quickly as possible.

Eddie and Robin were absolutely shitting themselves in the corner laughing.

Steve was too busy worrying he’d actually have to give the kids the birds and the bees talk.

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(check out my on-going Steve fanfic Off Limits! It’s gonna be smutty and slutty! And for those who are here because of that fanfic update is coming super soon!)

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve Harrington fanfic #stranger things #Eddie Munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #max mayfield

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msgexymunson · 1 year

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Stray

Description: Eddie finds a kindred spirit.

Warnings: as far as I can tell, none! Pure fluff, gender neutral reader

A/N: Just a cute lil idea I had and I had to let it out so my brain would let me focus on mu next big fic. Enjoy!

700 words

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"Eddie, where the hell have you been?"

Flushed and panting, Eddie flops down onto the chair in the cafeteria, one arm held almost protectively across his chest.

"What do you mean? I'm right fuckin' here!"

Rolling your eyes, you shove his shoulder.

"I didn't ask where you are, I asked where you were, doofus!"

"I had shit to do, God, don't get your panties in a twist."

You know you should drop it; being Eddie's best friend, you know him well enough to know when to stop. When his neck tightens like that, and his nose scrunches a little, you're sure he's being serious.

It seems however, his little sheep aren't as perceptive.

"Eddie, did I just hear a meow? Don't tell me you've brought a feral cat into the cafeteria?" Dustin says, arms waving in front of Eddie's face.

"Just drop it, dude!" You see his flustered attitude, the tightening of his shoulders.

"You found a cat Eddie? Fuck." Gareth says, hand reaching out to Eddie's jacket but he flinches from the approaching grip.

"You've all lost your minds. What's wrong with you? Imma have a smoke." And with that, he leaves just as mysteriously and abruptly as he arrived.

The guys all stand in unison, each loud mouth expressing some theory or another.

"Ok boys, enough chatter. Lemme speak to him." You wave your arms in a calming gesture to placate the growing hubbub and make your way to the bench where Eddie did his deals.

Enveloped in the quiet whisper of the woods, you inhale the deep pine scent and cast your eyes on your best friend.

There he was, like he always was, sitting on the bench, cigarette in hand. Only it seems his face is halfway in his jacket, deep in conversation.

'Eddie?" Your voice rings a question, and he answers with a quick whip of his head.

"It's OK, I'm just checking on you." You raise your hands in mock submission, inching closer to him, to take your obligatory seat opposite him.

He sighs so deeply you feel it in your marrow.

"I'm ok, just, can you keep a secret?" He gazes at you with earnest eyes, eyes you'd been in love with for longer than you'd care to admit.

"Eddie, it's me. Of course I can."

His shoulders visibly relax at your words. At the same time, a very curious nose makes its way out of its leather jacket confines, sniffing the air.

"Eddie, is that a raccoon?"

He smiles. "Yeah. It's just a baby, I dunno where it's mom is, it was all alone." Eddie strokes at the baby raccoon's head making quiet shushing noises. It preens at his touch.

"Jesus Eddie we should call animal control-"

"No!" The strength of his shout nearly knocks the wind from you.

He softens at your flinch, hand held out in supplication.

"They'll just put him down! Lucifer's not done anything wrong, just doesn't have his mother anymore but he's super sweet, he's just got a bad rep, you know? Doesn't mean he's bad, and why should we judge him anyway, just 'cause people labelled him a pest!"

You watch the tears gather in Eddie's eyes as you finally connect the dots.

"Oh, Eddie." You bite your lip, willing your own tears to retreat as you reach for his hand. He takes it gratefully, lost in each other's eyes for a moment.

"He's not a pest. He's a little life. I tell you what, I know who could help. You know that Mr Clarke, the middle school teacher? Dustin talks about him all the time, I bet he could point us to a wildlife sanctuary, or a charity or something."

Eddie beams, face igniting like the rays of the sun.

"You think so?"

You stroke his knuckles, face turning a pale pink.

"I know so."

Suddenly, Lucifer the Raccoon climbs out of the makeshift enclosure of Eddie's jacket and crawls it's way over to you.

"See, he likes you!" Eddie grins.

Taking the little ball of fur into your hands you hold it out at arm's length.

"I think you should think of a new name for Lucifer." You giggle, turning the baby raccoon this way and that.

"Why?"

"Because Lucifer's a girl."

Eddie laughs.

"Lucy it is!"

@eddiemunsons-missingnipple @munson-blurbs @zestychili @corrodedhawkins @indouloureux @cool-nick-miller

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bardicfrustration · 2 years

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Barrier to Entry

You try to open the drama club door but it refuses to yield. Which is weird. It’s never locked. You try again and let out a frustrated sigh. You can hear voices from inside, so you know they’re in there.

You knock impatiently. The voices pause. They whisper rapidly before hesitant footsteps reach the door.

“What’s the password?” Henderson’s anxious yet stern voice makes it through the door.

“What fucking password? Let me in.” You jiggle the door handle as a threat.

“Sorry, you can’t come in without the password. New ruling.”

“Since when?” “Since today.”

“Come ON dude, I have McDonalds. Just let me in.” You hold the bag to the door frame, hoping to entice the boy with the smell of fries through the cracks.

“NO!” One of the others, Gareth, you think, yells, “YOU’RE GOING TO DISTRACT HIM!”

You frown, lowering the bag and crossing your arms in defense even if they can’t see you. “So?”

“So!” Gareth’s voice is closer now, “Today’s arc is vital to the campaign and we can’t have Eddie distracted!”

“I’m not gonna-”

Gareth interrupts, “You are! That's all you do!”

You pout. Sure you might be guilty of sitting by his side during their campaigns and feeding your boyfriend fries off to the side, but it’s not your fault he asks you to feed them to him.

Dustin and Gareth are having a muttered argument while you think. Something about the sanctity of the narrative. You decide to play dirty.

“Eddie?” You call in your sweetest tone possible.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He responds, much closer to the door than you expected. He must already feel guilty, which is perfect for you.

“Am I distracting you?” You have to hear it from him. You’re not sure why he didn’t just ask you to stay home.

He sighs and responds, “It’s not your fault, baby, I- OW!” You hear the thump of him likely getting elbowed, “ Henderson, watch yourself or you’re out next.”

“Does that mean you don’t want your flurry?”

Gareth interrupts again before Eddie can respond. “He can have it,” You can hear Eddie grumble beyond the door, “If you can guess the password.”

“Can I have a hint?”

Eddie is helping even when the other’s seem to be holding him back, “It’s the arc we’re playing right now, baby.” Though the boys are shushing him you take a moment to think. You hum with your finger to your lips, exaggerating even though they still can’t see you. You know Eddie’s been talking about it, he’s been very excited to run this story for a while now. You tap your foot and try to recall the notes and doodles on Eddie’s desk.

Dustin laughs, “Wow, I didn’t think the password would work-”

You snap. With a triumphant smile you announce, “Vecna’s Curse.”

The boys groan, except for Eddie, who’s unlocking the door and grinning wildly, “Welcome back to hellfire, sweetheart.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson headcanons #my writing #yall liked the last silly idea i had so. heres another #Eddies a liar the password is something else but he just wants you and his flurry

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girlbossnezuko · 5 months

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Stobin Mandalorian AU part 2

[part 1] [part 3]

The car ride back to the elevator is not pleasant, Steve needs to stop getting into situations where his brain’s melting too much to stop the kids from driving. Aba doesn’t seem to like it much either, but as long as Robin’s holding her she won’t cry. They narrowly avoid hitting a bunch of barrels right at the end — thank god for Erica. Car crashes can not be good for babies.

Steve and Robin sit huddled in the corner of the elevator the whole ride up, because it isn’t exactly stable either and if either of them drops the baby Steve is going to die. Dustin and Erica won’t stop bickering, but it’s fine because they’re alive and Robin’s alive and the baby’s alive and Steve’s alive to enjoy them all being alive, and they’re finally leaving that stupid Russian bunker.

“What is wrong with you two?” Erica demands.

“They seem drunk.” Dustin frowns, crouching down over Steve. He grabs Steve’s face by the bruises and pushes his eyelids up, which hurts a lot, thank you very much. “His pupils are super dilated, I think they might’ve been drugged. Were you drugged, Steve?”

“No, but they gave us goop,” Steve says helpfully.

He’s seen drugs — Munson keeps a bunch in his lunchbox to sell at parties — and they definitely aren’t blue or goopy. They’re usually like, green and dry. Or white and dry. Or—

“They gave you goop?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, and he doesn’t nod because the last time he did that it was really not fun. “And now I’m blue. And my bones are soup. Soupy. Not like yours, you have strong bones.”

“They’re definitely drugged,” Erica says, looking down at them with a little too much contempt for a ten-year-old.

“Steve, this is important,” Dustin says, and there’s a tightness around his eyes that Steve would definitely be able to interpret if his brain wasn’t soup. “I need to know where you parked your car.”

“Um,” Steve says. His head is really starting to hurt again. It stopped when they got the goop but the elevator’s bringing it back. “Uh oh.”

“What do you mean ‘uh oh’?”

“Keys are gone.”

He’d turn out his pockets to show Dustin but that would disturb Robin which would disturb the baby, and he really doesn’t want to disturb Aba. She’s too small and tiny and perfect.

“What do you mean the keys are gone?” Dustin grits out.

“The Russians took them, like, forever ago.”

“You stopped to get a whole baby but you didn’t think to get your keys!?”

That’s not even remotely the same thing.

Robin shushes him very loudly, “No shouting, you’ll wake the baby.”

“She’s already awake,” Dustin says, rolling his eyes.

Aba blinks her big brown eyes up at Dustin.

“I can’t believe you two managed to find some random white baby down there,” Erica says, crossing her arms. “I deserve extra ice cream for having to put up with this.”

“The baby is where you draw the line?” Dustin asks, exasperated.

“I can deal with bodily harm and the threat of imminent death,” Erica says. Which, wow. Okay. “What I can’t deal with is changing diapers. I have standards.”

The two of them start bickering again, and Steve takes the opportunity to stare at Aba’s perfect little face. She scrunches her nose at him but smiles when he brushes a finger over one of her soft little cheeks, the way Robin did earlier.

He doesn’t think he’s ever loved anyone this quickly before. His heart feels like it’s about to burst, growing and growing until it fills all the hollows in his chest. It chokes at his throat and makes his bruised ribs throb, but he wouldn’t give it up for anything.

The moment passes and Dustin’s dragging them all up and out of the elevator again, but his heart doesn’t get any smaller.

Aba makes the tiniest, cutest little gasp when they get out into the fresh air, and he knows exactly how she feels because the air outside tastes wonderful. He’s never appreciated air the way it deserves to be appreciated.

The few stars already out are bright, and Aba stares up at them like she’s never seen anything like them before, and it hits Steve that she might not have. She’s only what, a few months old? How many opportunities would she have gotten to go outside? Was she even born outside the bunker or did they make her as a science baby under Starcourt?

It hurts to have to bring her back inside again. When this is all over, he and Robin are going to take her outside and they’ll spend, like, a whole day out there just enjoying the air, and the sun, and the stars.

Dustin tries to make them sit in the theatre but he barely even cracks the doors open before Steve backs up, shaking his head. Ow.

“Not in there, it’s too loud.” Movie theatres are horrible places for babies. And headaches.

Dustin makes a sound somewhere between a sigh and a growl.

“Fine,” he says. “Just— sit out here, don’t move. I’ll be back in a minute. Erica, keep watch.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Erica says, but sneaks down to the hall to keep watch anyway.

Steve stares down at the baby again.

“Do you think Aba knows what flowers are?” he asks. Robin scrunches her nose at him.

“What?”

“She’s probably been down there for like, her whole life right? Would the Russians show her flowers?”

“That’s not—” Robin shakes her head, then winces. “What did you call the baby?”

“Aba?” He tilts his head. Robin squints at him. “It’s her name, see?”

He shows her the blanket, and Robin stares at the stitching for a long moment before her eyes go wide and then they go really sad.

“Steve,” she says softly, holding the baby closer, “that’s not her name, it’s a number. It’s pronounced dva, I think. It means ‘two’.”

“Oh.”

Dva. Two. Not Aba, not a name. Just a number, like Eleven.

But they don’t call her Eleven, do they? They call her El. A nickname.

“Abby,” Steve says decisively. Robin makes a questioning noise.

“She needs a nickname, like El, so she can be Abby.”

“Abby,” Robin says softly, looking down at the baby. Abby smiles.

[part 3]

#stobin WOULD accidentally name their baby an anagram for baby #<— bold words from the person who also did this #only realized abby could be an anagram like three days after writing it lmao #also thank you so much to everyone who left such nice comments on the first part??#I wasn’t expecting the response it got but I guess we just all love stobin with babies #don’t worry steve WILL Hold That Baby I promise #stobin mandalorian au #the greatest qpr hawkins has ever seen #envy writes #stranger things #stranger things fic #stobin fanfic #stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley

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eddiesbug · 2 years

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YOU WRITE EDDIE SO WELL! Could you write something about him with a reader who gets awful headaches all the time? - and him just being a super respectful and caring boyfriend,also literally ready to murder anyone who raises their voice around the reader when they have a headache

thank you ml!! i love this hehe

The pain is bad today. Worse than usual; it feels like someone’s taken a jackhammer to your skull, and you’re stuck with this pounding vibration bouncing around the inside of your head. You play it off as nothing when Eddie takes a sidelong look at you, smiling and knocking into his side playfully, but your expression gives you away. You get this look about you when a headache comes on; your eyes scrunch and your lips pull tight into an unconscious grimace. You resist the urge to clasp your aching head in your hands.

“Come here, princess,” Eddie murmurs, keeping his voice low even as Dustin and Mike guffaw over something or other. You oblige him, clambering into his lap with as much grace as a newborn deer and pressing your face to his chest. He cradles the back of your head like you’re made of glass.

Tonight is Hellfire - obviously a perfect time for a flare up - but Eddie’s already on the verge of sending everybody home just from catching one glimpse of your pained face.

“It hurts,” you moan, mostly to yourself. He shushes soothingly.

“I know, babe. ‘m sorry.”

“‘s not your fault,” you chide, smiling through the pain; he can feel the imprint of your little smile - the slight upturning of your lips that you can’t hold in despite your throbbing temples - against his shirt and he exhales amusedly. You’ve gotten pretty good at disguising the sheer amount of turmoil these headaches cause you, but Eddie knows - he always knows. You hiccup into his chest, the beginnings of tears only serving to amplify the ache and the ringing in your ears that increases with every loud noise in the cramped caravan.

Mike shouts something at Dustin particularly loudly and Eddie shoots him daggers.

“Everyone out!” he declares. “We’re not doing this tonight.”

“What?” Dustin yells in that high pitched voice he gets when he’s shocked; you wince, pressing cold fingers to your forehead, “We’ve been planning this for weeks!”

“I said out, Henderson.” Eddie grits out.

“No, he’s right,” you grumble, voice croaking as you hold in painful tears, “Can’t cancel the whole campaign cos of me.”

“Baby girl, I don’t care about the campaign. I need you to feel better first.” You don’t have time to complain before his hands are on your head, rubbing the gentlest circles into your sore spots. You close your eyes, stretching until your limbs are squeezed underneath his.

Everybody shuffles out reluctantly with one more piercing look from him and then it’s quiet.

So blissfully quiet.

Eddie reluctantly lifts you from his lap, opting to lay you on his bed in the next room instead. He fetches you a cold, wet flannel to press to your head, one hand holding it still and the other traversing your face, tiny droplets of water settling themselves in your dimples as you smile gratefully to your boyfriend.

“Good girl, princess. I know this is the worst, but you’re doing so well.”

“Cuddle me?” you murmur, eyes screwing shut from the glaring lightbulb. He immediately catches it, rushing to switch it off and instead use the dimmer lamp to illuminate the room.

“Yeah, ‘ve got ya.” He bundles you into his arms, mindful of your head as he waits for you to position yourself comfortably; the last thing he wants is to accidentally exacerbate your pain. You peel the flannel from your face and settle yourself in the juncture of his neck, kissing his jaw. His heart melts a little - even when you’re in excruciating pain, all you want to do is love on him.

“Didn’t have to throw everyone out, Eds. I feel bad,” you croak, slipping your arms beneath his shirt. You’re almost trying to crawl into his skin, needing to be as close as possible as your fingers draw soft circles into his back.

“I wanted to, babe. My girl comes first. Always,” his voice rumbles, “I want to be here to take care of you when you’re feeling like this, you do it for me.”

“Love you, Eddie,” you tell him, humming as he pulls the covers over you.

“Love you more.” He tucks the pair of you in, holding you tight to his side. “Go to sleep, see if you feel any better when you wake up, alright?”

“‘kay.”

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importantgalaxyrunaway · 6 months

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Vecna (Steve Harrington x y/n)

(Billy is your sh#tty ex in this)

WARNINGS: pre concussion writing, possession, Billy being an awful ex, angst, Harrington being best boy, angst with a happy ending so fluff, sorry it’s so short, vecna. Had this in my drafts for a while and debating on wether I should post it let me know I tried my best

“y/n!!!” Dustin waved his fingers infront of you face and shook you but with no response “Steve!” He called

Steve then ran from where was near his car to you.

“she’s not responding. I think vecna is taking her”

“y/n” Steve begged his voice laced with concern and sorrow “y/n please” his voice cracking as he had started to cry “fight this please I can’t lose you”

Dustin had never seen Steve like this before he felt he was intruding on a private moment.

“get her tape!” Dustin scrambles to grab the cassette tape of Kate bush

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I was back,… back to the worst years of my life. Or it least the memories of them.

“Y/N” he practically screamed at me “TELL ME WHY THE FUCK YOU WERE SEEN TALKING TO A GUY”

“I-I-it wasn’t like t-that b-billy” I trembled in a smal voice my hands already up scared of him hitting me. He raises hand but as he does I look at him again. He is no longer billy. No instead the form of vecna was standing over you. He pushes my up against his wall with vines ready to kill me like the other victims

“you know you deserved this y/n” he taunted

“NO” I shout back fiercely. Adereline was pumping through my veins.

“yes you have deserved everything he did to you” he said “i bet your new boyfriend doesn’t even love you. Sooner or later he will be just like billy”

“no” my voice cracks a bit with hands shaking he is not choking me with his vines

then I hear it. The firmilair tune of running up that hill. I gather up enough courage and rip one of vecna’s veins out. He screams and stumbles letting me out of his grip. I fall and run. I run for my life. Faster than I have ever ran before. Vecna throws giant rocks at me but I doge them. One of them knocks me over. But I quickly get up. I think of what I’m fighting for and all my happiest moments flash before my eyes. I see me and robin in the arcade. I can see me and my friends together l. And I see Steve but particularly a special moment with him. Our first kiss. I break from the this trance of happy memories giving me the will to live. I hear me named being called and I can see the way out. I’m here I’m still breathing! I thought. I wanna live! I wanna live! And I ran through the window of light.

then I feel my body falling and my friends catching me together. I gasp for air I’m hyperventilating. Look over and see my boyfriends tear stained face. I see the looks of concern on my friends faces. I quickly pull them in for a hug. I am still crying and Steve takes my head a put it against his chest comforting me.

——-

it’s lucky that my parents are in the outer banks right now, I would have a hard time explaining this situation.

He tucked me in as he comforted me. I was still crying. He shushes soothingly me as i touch my to his cheek. He catches my hand and presses it against his lips. Kissing my fingertip.

“w-when vecna showed me billy” my voice quavering. “Everything came back. He said….that it was only a matter of time before you became him”

“oh baby” he said pulling the soft blanket over me “never ever think that. I love you so much” he wiped away my tears with his thumb. He took my face in his hands and kissed me. Not fiercely or roughly but tenderly. With sweetness and an air of gentle to it. Billy never kissed me like that. He kissed me rough or not at all. But I felt Steve show me what a real kiss was. One tender and full of love. I had never experienced that with anyone else. Eventually we have to break the kiss. he leaves to go by I say “stay, please Stevie” he obeys and I fall asleep in his arms I’m my soft bed.

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#stranger things x reader #stranger things steve #steve x y/n #steve x you #steve fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington imagine #st fic #stranger things #stranger things fic #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic writing

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oh-stars · 2 months

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His Atlas

Love is taking care of the other person when they're having a bad day, they don't have to be sick just need some love.

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 830 words | CW: stroke patient, caretaking of a parental figure | Rating: T

This must be how Eddie felt all those years ago. Steve feels helpless as he watches Eddie run himself ragged, trying to do everything for everyone all at once – the same thing Steve was doing in their youth. Only, when Steve was playing caretaker to everyone, he was in his twenties and had way more stamina than he does now, even if he wasn’t in the best physical shape, what with his constant injuries and all.

Now, Eddie’s dealing with chronic pain on top of burning the candle from both ends.

Steve wants to help, and he is in every way that he can, but… they all know that Wayne’s a proud man. Since he had his stroke, he’s just not comfortable with Steve helping in the more intimate areas of care. Not like he is with Eddie. And it’s not that he and Wayne aren’t close or that Steve can’t help if Eddie isn’t around, it’s just a preference and one that Steve gets. He’s had this conversation with Dustin a few times now. He loves all the party, but he’d be way more comfortable with Dustin taking care of him than Lucas, even though he’s close with both of them. So he gets it.

But that means it all falls on Eddie.

He’s had to cut his hours at the shop, mostly just running the numbers and doing the boring shit he hates because his day is dedicated to helping Wayne. Eddie takes him to every appointment and physical therapist and spends hours doing things to benefit Wayne. And he does it proudly, never lets Wayne see the toll it's taking on him, because he feels like he owes him this. Which is something Steve can’t relate to. Not to the same level, at least.

“Baby,” Steve says as Eddie changes the clothes over. “Let me take care of that.”

Eddie waves him off. “You just got home. Go relax.”

“And you’ve been on your feet all day,” Steve says as his hands find their way to Eddie’s waist. He can tell his hip is bothering him from the way he’s standing, so Steve lets his fingers quietly dig into the sore spot, the one that always has Eddie turning to goo under him as the tension is released.

“Wayne needs–”

“He’s asleep,” Steve says kindly. “Let him rest. You both need to rest. Don’t think I don’t know how hard his physical therapy days are on you.”

“It’s payback for the asshole I was when I was going to PT,” Eddie grumbles as he turns back to the clothes.

Steve moves with him, hands still massaging. “Ed,” he says again, “let me help where I can. Please.”

“I’m the one who was off all day–”

“You weren’t exactly lounging on the couch with your hand in your pants–”

Eddie looks over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “Is that what you do on your days off?”

Steve smirks and leans forward to peck his lips. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

“Naughty,” Eddie whispers against him, letting their lips press together longer, smoother.

“I’m making your favorite tonight,” Steve says when he pulls away. “After I finish the laundry.”

Eddie sags against him, sighing as he nods. “Fine,” he mumbles.

“And I’ll wake Wayne in an hour to take his medicine,” Steve says as he starts to walk backward toward their bedroom. When they pass the threshold, he helps Eddie out of his clothes and snags the massaging oil that always helps on Eddie’s bad joint days. Wordlessly, Steve makes Eddie lay down and spends a few minutes rubbing the oil in, caring but still on the clinical side – he can give Eddie a more sensual massage when he’s feeling up for it later. “I’ll take care of him, baby,” Steve whispers as he kisses Eddie’s shoulder. “Just sleep for now.”

“He won’t let you bathe him–”

Steve shushes him. “I think Wayne understands you need a break, baby. Think of this as payback for all the times you’ve had to take care of me, huh? Let me take care of you right now. Just for the night, yeah?”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, but the way his body relaxes deeper and deeper into the bed is telling enough. Just before he drops off, Steve barely hears him whisper, “Love you.”

“I love you, too,” Steve whispers, leaning down to kiss his shoulder again. “Rest, baby.”

He keeps massaging his back and hips until Eddie’s out, snoring against the pillow. Steve leaves the room, door cracked just in case for Eddie’s peace of mind, and washes his hands in the kitchen sink. Then he gets to work taking care of the laundry, prepping dinner, and getting all of Wayne’s medicine ready to go for the night.

It’s not nearly enough, but all he can hope is this is enough to take the weight of the world off Eddie’s shoulders for a while. Even Atlas needed a break from time to time.

Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!

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