#eddie muson lives

[stevieschrodinger]

Steve eats, but only because Robin puts food in front of him. Only because she reminds him it's for the pup.

Like he needs reminding. Steve often rests his hand protectively over his rounded tummy. It's reflexive, to protect the only part of Eddie he has left. He feels like he hasn't slept in months, even though he knows he sleeps often, in broken bits and pieces.

He hasn't spoken for a long time, he knows that. Everyone watches him, and everyone used to tell him the same thing, 'they're just dreams Steve, Eddie is gone.'

Steve knows though, they aren't dreams. Eddie is alive, and he's trapped in the Upside Down because Steve didn't try hard enough, didn't push hard enough, didn't say the right things to get the others to believe him.

It upset Dustin the most at first, but Dustin has also been the most adamant because he saw Eddie die, can't even entertain the idea that Eddie might still be alive, because that means he left Eddie behind. That's a lot of guilt to ask a kid to carry.

Steve knows they're talking about him again, like them whispering in the kitchen makes it any better. Steve's starving himself. Steve isn't sleeping. Steve isn't showering. Steve's mate sick even if Eddie never mated him. It's the pup. It's the trauma. It's the nightmares.

They aren't nightmares though, not when Eddie holds him close, laid on a grassy meadow under a sunny blue sky.

El is here, kneeling in front of Steve, 'do you really think Eddie is alive?'

Steve clears his throats, feels full of cobwebs and sand, 'I know he is.'

Steve's said it a thousand different ways. A million. He's cried it and screamed it and shouted it and whispered it and said it as normal and level headed as he could make it sound, 'I am absolutely certain that Eddie is alive,' no one ever believes him.

She nods, 'we will check-'

'El.' It's Hopper, in the doorway, he said 'El' the same way he would say 'No'. 'We talked about this-'

'No, you talked about this. I am tired of this, for Steve, I will check. We will check, just this once.'

And Steve feels too broken to let himself hope, but he heaves himself up off the couch anyway.

El opened a gate in the pool. There's not been water in the pool for quite some time now, and it just seemed apt. A place where there is already a weakness in the world. Perfect for El.

In the end, just to stop the fighting, everyone has gone back to the Upside Down.

Steve squints at the sunny blue sky, not at all surprised to see it. Everyone else is making suitably shocked noises. The grass is green, the trees lush. From the trees, a demodog watches them. It looks different, like it fits here, healthy and well fed now, it shakes and stretches and then lopes off further into the woods.

Everything is overgrown, like the Upside Down is reclaiming everything that One created here.

Nearby, laundry flaps on a washing line, metal band shirts and torn jeans, 'Eddie,' Steve breathes for the first time in over six months, and heads into the house.

There's a bowl of odd looking fruit on the kitchen counter. In the lounge, books. So many books, all stacked and arranged into strange little towers like they are giants in a city, and the books are skyscrapers.

Upstairs, Eddie has clearly nested in Steve's room; there are guitar bits and tools on the desk, two guitars in parts.

The bed is mounded with soft things, Steve scents a pillow, it smells like Eddie...and not.

'Where the fuck is he,' Hopper grumbles.

Steve wants to snap. Wants to scream at them all. They fucking believe him now don't they? They could have had Eddie home months ago if-

Dustin has books from the living room, in the front of each is stamped 'Hawkins Public Library'. So that's where they go.

Steve doesn't know what to do when he spots Eddie. He's crouched on a table, bare toes gripping the edge. He's pale, even more so than before, skin a pale enough alabaster that Steve can see the shadow of blue veins underneath. He's flipping through a book, back and forth, back and forth, before finally stopping and hopping down from the table, 'Eddie?'

Eddie doesn't answer, eyes trained on Steve. His hair has grown, even longer, thick dark curls that Steve wants to bury his hands in.

There's a ticking noise, a low, growling rumble as Eddie stalks closer. Things happen very very quickly, Hopper raises his shotgun, El screams 'no,' Eddie's face peels apart like the petals of a flower filled with teeth as he roars and charges at them.

Hoppers gun is jerked up by an unseen hand, his shot causing plaster to rain down from the ceiling, and then Eddie is floating in the air, roaring as his face blends back to normal and then peels apart again, furious.

El's nose is bleeding, she wipes it away.

Steve moves closer. Eddie looks strange; taller. Leaner. Just, more, somehow.

Steve reaches for him, and Eddie desperately tries to get to him in return, clawing at the air, 'put him down, El.'

'Do not do that-' Hopper starts, but doesn't finish, because Eddie lands neatly on his feet, catlike in his grace, where El drops him.

He lunges for Steve, and Steve let's himself be pulled close and gathered up, Eddie clicking and chittering quietly in Steve's ear, scenting his neck, a strange sucking sensation on his skin as Eddie's face peels apart into one big mouth.

Steve relaxes. He has Eddie back.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #monster eddie munson #eddie muson lives #steddie ficlet #fic idea #ao3 author #the party #mpreg #mpreg belly

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

just you

eddie munson x reader, smutty

summary: while the group stops for supplies, eddie confesses to you that he's a virgin.

a/n: mature content, minors do not interact - unprotected sex, loss of virginity. in this fic, he never dies...

The RV was quiet, Lucas and Dustin sat at the kitchenette table; their eyes peeking through the blinds of the window, watching every person that went by. Eddie and you sat at the back of the trailer; curtains closed shut as you relaxed for a moment. He sat desperately close, mumbling something about his Uncle Wayne. He looked upset and worried, but his face softened when your hand touched his shoulder.

“We’ll get in contact with him soon, it’s going to be fine – we’re going to be fine.”

“Nice try,” he smirked, slumping against the seat. “Even I can see through your dramatics – we’re screwed, aren’t we?”

Glancing over to Dustin then Lucas, a lump started to form in your throat; the fact that you all almost loss Max was sending waves of panic through your system but for her sake, hell, for everyone’s sake – you wanted to keep hope. Giving Eddie a smile, you asked he could have any meal what he would have; trying to change the subject, anything to get your mind off the current dire situation.

“In this very moment?”

“Yeah,” you grinned, leaning back; the two of you shoulder to shoulder, legs sprawled out before you. His boots rang heavy as they settled against the floor and your eyes trailed up from them to his eyes. Eddie smirked, hands resting behind is head and he thought for a moment before declaring he’d like a well-done steak.

“…and some potatoes, tons of beer too.”

Rolling your eyes at the predictable meal, you asked if he also wanted a hooker on the side. He laughed and pointed out you were making it sound like his last meal. “I mean, it very well could be.”

“Don’t say that” you scowled, dread filling your stomach as his face grew serious. His eyes went to the two young boys at the table before he sighed and asked if he could confess something. “Anything…”

He sat up and used both hands to brush away hair from his face; his body leaned into your side and his head dipped closer to yours. “I’m…well, I’m a virgin.”

Your eyes snapped up at his, his body heat radiating against you. He looked for a reaction, maybe a laughter from you but all you did was squint your eyes and stated he was lying. “I mean…you’re in a band, Eddie.”

This notion made him laugh and he relaxed back into a slump position, giving a shrug. He explained that the opportunity just never came up, “…believe me, if it did, I would have… The thought of me not making it out of this and never having the…pleasure…is killing me.”

You sat quietly for a moment, thoughts going to the time you unceremoniously loss your virginity; visiting family in California, you had gone out with your cousins and hooked up with one of her friends…in the back of a 76’ Nova. He was nice enough, but it was nothing spectacular – you had better sex since then. Looking over at Eddie, who was now staring down at his nails, avoiding your gaze, you noticed the line of his jaw. The baby fat that separated boys from men was nearly all gone from his cheekbones and his bottom lip was a little full and pouty. His hair, a little too long for your liking, suited him perfectly and when his dark brown eyes met your gaze – the hair didn’t seem so bad.

“You’re going to be fine, Eddie,” you assured him.

“If you say so…but maybe…”

His sentence was cut off by RV door opening and a wave of urgency hit the air as Steve jumped into the driver’s seat. Erica explained that Lucas’s ‘friends’ had spotted them, and Robin hollered for everyone to take a seat. Eddie held you back as Steve pulled out of the parking lot, screaming to hold on. Robin crashed down next to you, causing your body to push further against Eddie. You mouthed a ‘sorry’, but he just smiled and said no problem, looking away as your hand settled on his thigh for the RV made a hard turn. Your heart pounded from the chaotic driving, but then Eddie’s fingers fell onto yours and he gave a shrug. “You better hold on.”

Saying nothing, you allowed his hand to remain on yours; everyone too busy to notice, anxious chatter filled the RV as Steve drove on.

….

The rolling hills were secluded, no car in sight as Steve parked the RV in its valley. Everyone stepped out of the RV, making their own stations to build their weapons and get ready. Since Nancy and you were the only ones with actual gun experience, she had gotten two and was with Max, adjusting the weapons to her likening. You stayed inside the RV, resting on the back bench– Steve asked if you were okay, but you said a headache was coming on, but you just needed some quiet. Eddie, who had been with Dustin, making shields out of trash can lids, came into the RV after twenty minutes. He tugged off his leather jacket and wiped his forehead with the sleeves of his long-sleeved Hell Fire Club tee.

“Feeling better?”

He sauntered over to the back of the trailer, and you sat up, patting the spot next to you. He eyed you curiously but sat down and leaned back.  His fingers drummed against his jeans, and you asked if he was feeling up for a fight. “It’s going to be something we’ve never experienced.”

“…yeah,” he laughed nervously; his voice faded as did the smile from his face. Eddie turned to you and mumbled something that you couldn’t understand. Asking him to repeat what he had said, his face went flush. “I know you’re really pushing the ‘have hope’ propaganda, but I’m getting nervous here.”

You thought of his confession earlier and noticed the tense look in his eyes, and for a moment, you understand what he is feeling – impending doom. Eddie, more than anyone in the group, had plenty to fear. Even if everyone came out of this unscathed, a murder accusation was serious and how would they even prove he didn’t kill Chrissy? Who would believe the whole Vecna ordeal when the government loved covering up its offenses? Eddie’s future was looking dim, everyone knew this, but no one said it out loud.

His eyes, they knew it all.

They were pleading.

“Kiss me.”

His eyes drew over to your lips and not an ounce of hesitation graced his face as his hands drew to your face; he held it in place as his mouth brushed against yours, hungry and eager, fearful, and desperate. Your groaned as his fingers crawled into your hair, while his other hand touched your waist. His kisses slowed down as you pushed him back into the seat, getting up and kissing him once more before leaving him breathless as you walked to the door. Pulling back the curtain, you saw Steve and Robin making Molotov cocktails from the bottles of alcohol bought at a liquor store and a few found in the RV. They were conversing and didn’t notice you observing them, so you locked the door and closed the curtain.

Excitement and nervousness flooded Eddie’s face as you turned back to him, giving him a smile. He palmed his thighs when you moved back down to his level, this time kissing him softer as you began to unbuckle his belt.

“Whoa…whoa…” he whispered, pulling your hands away. The bewildered look in his eyes had you laughing softly, and you told him you wanted to – that you weren’t taking pity on him, like his facial expressions thought.

“I need this too,” you confessed, hands idled near the top of his jeans. He ran a hand over his face and looked out the window, a little bit of curtain was pulled back. The grass was this deep green that he was afraid he’d never get a chance to see again – who really knew what would happen? None of them did, he certainly didn’t. He glanced at you, facial features soft and inviting – it wasn’t like he wasn’t attracted to you. Shit, he thought you were a total babe.  Funny, smart, loyal to her friends, protective – he was taken back by the fearlessness you showcased while trying to save Steve from the demon bats from hell, but also your willingness to be upfront and emotional. If this was going to be his last day on Earth, the possibility imminent in the background, spending this time with you – well, that wouldn’t be a bad hand dealt.

 Eddie nodded then, content with his decision, pressing forward he kissed you again; allowing you to unbuckle his jeans. His fingers shook a bit as he touched your face, mouth on yours – he couldn’t contain the anticipation building in his body and when you pulled out his cock, he understood the yearning. A groan shook out of his throat when you palmed him, giving him slow and precise strokes. Eddie hung his head back, eyes closing as you stroked him over and over until he couldn’t handle it, he gripped your shoulder and begged you to stop – so you did. Letting go, you moved off the bench and stood in front of him. His eyes watched as you kicked off your shoes, unzipped your jeans, slipped them down and stepped out of them; your panties were next, and he asked if he could help.

“I’d like that,” you nodded, closing your eyes, skin reeling against his limber fingers, callouses from guitar playing; the tips stroking your thighs as they tugged down the panties to the floor. His eyes drew up, stopping right below your stomach; absented mindedly he licked his lips, and it made you laugh a little. Your playful laughing made him laugh and he wished to whatever God was out there that he’d lived another day, if only to press his lips against your thighs but he knew time was limited and he couldn’t do all the things he wanted in such a small timeframe.

“Come here,” he whispered, leaning back, and patting his thighs. Moving down onto his lap, your knees rested on the bench. Your hands went up as he began to pull off your shirt, gently placing it down next to him; then he reached out and cursed under his breath, embarrassed that it took way longer than he anticipated to unhook your bra.

“It’s basically a trap,” you explained, kissing his neck.

“You’re just saying that, so I don’t feel like a complete idiot.”

Eddie’s hands rode up the small of your back, coming back down around to your breasts. He cupped them gentle, leaning forward to press little kisses all over them; his mouth on one of your nipples sent chills down your spine and a pool of wetness formed between your legs. You wanted it to last forever, wishing it could, but time was ticking – someone was bound to come knocking, ruining the peaceful delusion Eddie and you had created.

“We don’t have much time,” you whispered regretfully, holding his chin up so his eyes met yours. His face looked pure for a moment and then his eyes narrowed, hand pulling you down by the neck for a longing kiss. His tongue pressed against yours and your thighs attempted to squeeze together, but Eddie’s waist blocked the attempt. Sensing your need, Eddie gave himself a few strokes and said he was ready.

Using your knees as leverage, you sat up and Eddie held you by the waist; reaching down for his cock, you positioned yourself above it and slowly, carefully, you felt him pushing into you. Crying out, you held onto Eddie’s shoulders as he shuttered, fingers grasping at your waist. Getting in a comfortable position, your hips started rocking against him, riding him slowly at first – allowing yourself to get used to the fullness. He reached up and grabbed a breast, giving it tight squeezes as your hips started to move even slower – wanting the moment to last as long as possible.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, mouthed a bit gapped open with shock. Your body against his, he never felt something so sweet and explosiveness in his life, he wanted the moment forever – he wanted to relive this moment for eons. So many emotions flooded his senses as you rode his cock, dragging out each thrust - the curves of your nude body against his, he was living an actual dream of his. He couldn’t stand how lucky he was and when you leaned down to kiss him, he captured your lips swiftly, eagerly.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whimpered, touching the side of your face with a hand. You leaned into the palm of his hand, riding him faster; Eddie cursed, pleasure ripping through every single cell in his body until you leaned back. His hands held you tight at the waist, your breast bouncing softly – a vision of pure beauty. Unable to hold off any longer, he exclaimed that he was nearly there, and you told him to let go.

“It’s okay, Eddie, please.”

God, you were such a sweetheart, it was killing him.

“Whatever you want, princess,” he cooed, fingers brushing away dampened hair from your cheeks. You smiled down at him, hand tighter on his shoulders as your hips crashed against his. Eddie Munson had never been so speechless in his life, his cock springing deep into you as he came. His body shook involuntary, eyes closed, and you stroked his cheek with a thumb, allowing him to experience the release to the very end. Your hips slowly came to a stop when Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, breathing rapid and mouth ready to take the kiss you placed on his lips. He held your face in his hands and kissed you softly, taking in the taste until his body recovered and he could breathe regularly again.

“Jesus,” was all he could say as you slipped off his lap, collapsing next to him. He sat back not sure what to do next until you asked if he could find a napkin or towel.

“You spilled out a little.”

“Shit, sorry,” he apologized, zipping himself up. He stood up and nearly stumbled, looking back with a smile as you placed your bra back on. There were napkins in one of the drawers, so he brought it back to you and turned to give you privacy as you cleaned up and changed back into your clothes. Pulling your shirt down, you told him he could look.

“I – that was great,” he smirked, hands on your shoulder. Laughing, you agreed and held out your panties; Eddie looked a bit confused. “Why…”

“A keepsake, so when we all survive this shit, you can remember the girl you lost your virginity too.”

Eddie grinned and plucked the panties from your hand, tucking them into his front jean pocket. “Believe, I would never forget what you did for me…seriously.”

“I’m glad it was me,” you admitted, nodding to the door. “We better go outside.”

He agreed, but when you made a move to the door, he caught you by the elbow. His eyes were no longer pleading, but grateful and possibly filled with lust – the thought made you smile, and you touched his face, thumb caressing his chin.  “I wouldn’t mind doing this again in the future, just so you know.”

You pressed a kiss onto his cheek and left the trailer, calling to Nancy about your gun. The door slammed shut and Eddie grabbed his leather jacket. He put it on and looked over to the back of the RV, his heart racing at the thought of you, not just nude and on top of him, but just you. Grinning to himself, he took a deep breath before exiting the RV – thinking, maybe, just maybe 1986 was really going to be his year.

#eddie munson smut #eddie muson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson is a virgin #he lives in this fic

[josephqxeddiem]

On fridays we wear the hellfire shirt ☠️

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #daily content #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn #stranger things #stranger things s4 vol2 #stranger things eddie munson #joseph quinn fluff #eddie muson #eddie lives #eddie munson fluff #eddie my beloved #justice for eddie #st vol 2 #hellfire club

[twynte]

Eddie Munson being baffled by the broken stereotypes in ST is so fucking hilarious, as if he isn’t a soft-boy metal-head

Innocent girl-next-door Wheeler has guns??? Plural?? :0 lunacy

Popular good-looking jock Steve Harrington isn’t a douche???? :00 insanity

#Eddie: stereotypes aren’t meant to be broken this is crazy #Also Eddie: lemme go make my freshmen children have the best time of their lives and maybe knit while listening to Ozzy #insert that pikachu meme #eddie muson #stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler

[elisefolklore]

paper rings

‘i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this’ taylor swift, lover

read part one, happiness here!

Summary — the six kids tried their best for you and eddie to admit your feelings to each other.

Length — 4.5k

this a repost from my side blog @folklorelise13​ as i am moving everything to my main

You got out of bed and picked up the phone.

‘Hello?’ you said weakly.

‘Hi,’ you could hear Eddie’s smile.

Silence. After realising that you liked Eddie Muson, it appeared as if you lost all social skills you had and did not know what to say anymore, just like when you were back in high school.

‘Did you walk a long time?’ you hesitated, not knowing what else to say.

‘It was alright, I’m used to walking home from school.’

‘Do you have your licence?’ you wondered, curious because you never saw Eddie driving around.  

‘I,’ Eddie stretched on the vowel, ‘know how to start and drive a car.’

‘So you do?’

‘Let’s just say I do,’ Eddie laughed.

‘You liar!’ Dustin shouted on the phone.

‘Dustin shut up!’ you heard Mike say.

‘Dustin!’ you shouted from your room, ‘hang up!’

You made sure to wait a good minute before talking again.

‘They probably didn’t hang up,’ you warned Eddie, ‘so, I’ll see you tomorrow? Like— for breakfast, as usual?’

‘Yeah, I’ll be there.’

‘Ok,’ you let out a breath, ‘goodnight then.’

‘Goodnight.’

You hung up, and went downstairs to find the six children around the phone. Once they saw you, they all pretended to be watching TV, ignoring you. You put your hands on your hips and stared at them.

‘Anything you want to say to me?’ you asked, slightly annoyed.

‘I’m sorry,’ El stood up, ‘it was their idea,’ she pointed at the boys.

‘El!’ Mike shouted.

‘We won’t do it again,’ Lucas apologised.

‘We’re sorry,’ Will apologised too, hating to see you disappointed.

‘It’s alright,’ you sat with them on the couch, ‘it’s not like anything was going to happen anyway,’ you mumbled.

Soon enough, the kids all fell asleep on the couch instead of their rooms. Max fell asleep clinging to you, with El’s head on your shoulder. You gently grabbed the blanket and put it over them and fell asleep with them in the living room.

The kids all woke up around eight, and decided to make you breakfast for once. They all felt a little bad for yesterday's incident, so they thought this would make you happy.

‘So what do we make?’ Will asked them.

‘Waffles?’ El suggested.

‘Yeah, that seems easy enough,’ Max agreed.

Half of the waffles were burnt, but it was the thought that counted. You woke up when you heard the loud doorbell ring. You relanctly got up to open the door, only to find Eddie, in his usual leather jacket and denim one over the other.

‘Morning,’ Eddie smiled.

When you realised it was Eddie in front of you, you slammed the door shut. You were not cleaned up, or dressed up, you could not have him come in like that. You shouted at Dustin to open the door, while you ran to your bedroom to brush your teeth, clean up your hair, and put on some clothes before going back down.

‘Hey,’ you waved at them, walking in the kitchen, sitting next to Eddie.

‘Hey,’ he smiled at you.

You stared at him eating before looking away, smiling.

‘These weren’t made by me, by the way,’ you pointed at the waffles.

‘I could tell, these taste so much better than what I’m used to here,’ Eddie joked.

‘Well, if that’s the case, I guess you won’t be eating the lemon meringue pie I’ll be baking this afternoon?’ you frowned, also joking.

‘Really?’ Eddie beamed. ‘I have been dreaming about that pie for weeks!’

‘Yeah, maybe you could—.’

‘Great!’ Dustin cut you off excited, ‘it means Eddie’s free for another campaign right before Will has to go back to California right?’

Eddie looked at you, but you only nodded and smiled.

‘That’s a great idea!’ you agreed.

‘Yeah,’ Eddie nodded.

El and Max stayed with you and helped you bake the pie and the butterscotch oatmeal cookies — Eddie’s favourites — and you three spent the entire afternoon baking. You wanted to make sure that Eddie would have enough for at least a few days knowing that in a few days, you would be leaving too.

‘This is fun,’ El told you when the cookies were put in the oven.

‘It is,’ Max smiled, ‘I wish we could do this more often. I— I missed you two.’

‘Max,’ you put your hand on her head, ‘I missed you all too, a lot. In less than five months, it’ll be summer break and I’ll be staying here the whole time.’

Max nodeed, before wrapping her arms around you.

‘It’s ok Max,’ you rubbed her back. ‘It’ll be ok. Is everything alright at home?’ you sat down with Max and El.

‘It’s fine,’ Max shrugged. ‘My mom’s working, and she— just hangs in there. We haven’t found Billy’s father.’

‘Is the trailer park alright? Because if it’s too dangerous or anything, your mom and you can move in here.’

‘No, it’s alright,’ Max gave you a small smile.

‘Ok,’ you smiled, ‘but if anything goes wrong, you tell me, you call me and I’ll come back alright?’

Max nodeed. Max was the last kid to arrive, but that did not stop you from taking her under your care. You had to protect her, especially against her step-brother Billy, but that was not a problem anymore. Now, you had to make sure she was alright and lived a good life at Hawkins, which was complicated with you living so far away from them.

‘So, Eddie,’ Dustin smiled when the campaign was over, ‘do you like y/n?’

‘Yeah, she’s great,’ Eddie said simply, grateful for the dark lights in the room.

‘You have been spending a lot of time together,’ Lucas smiled, ‘are you about to ask her out?’

‘That would be so great!’ Dustin insisted.

‘Eddie is about to become our uncle,’ Mike wiped a fake tear.

‘I thought this way would never come,’ Lucas fake cried with Mike.

‘You morons!’ Eddie threw his butt cushion at them. ‘I am not asking her out.’

‘Why not?’ Dustin whined. ‘You both are always glued together, you love spending time together for no reason, she likes talking about metal music, and DnD, and guitar with you when she never showed any interest before; you listen to pop music for her and I saw you reading her favourite book last week. She cooks and bakes for you almost every day since she arrived. You spent all your time with her too, when you never hang out with us outside of school and DnD campaigns. So why not ask her out?’

They all nodded, agreeing with Dustin. Eddie sighed heavily.

‘She is not staying here right? So what’s the point?’ Eddie sat down on his throne.

‘Suzie and I aren’t living next to each other, and yet, we love each other, and we make it work,’ Dustin said.

‘You have a girlfriend?’ Eddie yelped.

‘Don’t try and change the subject,’ Lucas said. ‘Do you think you’re too good for our y/n or something?’

‘What? No! What I meant was — y/n is great, the best even, and I, Eddie the Freak Munson, would never pull that,’ Eddie explained with a pang of his heart. ‘She doesn’t love me.’

‘But you do?’ Will asked timidly.

Eddie stared at Will, sighed, and looked down.

‘Who wouldn’t?’ Eddie mumbled, falling back against the throne. ‘Don’t tell her that!’ Eddie quickly added.

‘We won’t,’ Dustin promised, ‘because you will tell her that yourself.’

‘No I won’t,’ Eddie laughed sourly.

‘Will is leaving tomorrow, meaning, y/n will leave in two days, on saturday,’ Mike said.

‘It will give you plenty of time to confess your undying love to her,’ Lucas teased him.

‘If you don’t, we will,’ Dustin finished.

Eddie glared at Dustin.

‘Or maybe not,’ Dustin quickly added before leaving with his friends. ‘See you at home,’ he shouted before biking away.

Eddie took all his time cleaning up the room. Eddie never had a girlfriend, or any romantic relationships. He had crushes before, but nothing ever happened with his Freak title. He knew better than to ask anyone out and have the entire town gossip about it. But it was different with you. First, you were out of high school, second, you were actually nice to him, and third, you did not mind being seen with him, and the hellfire club.

After cleaning up everything, he went to your house. He was welcomed with a piece of his favourite pie and favourite cookies on a plate.

‘I put them aside for you because these monsters devoured everything,’ you pointed at the kids still eating alongside Robin and Steve who came in not long ago.

‘Thanks,’ he took the plate.

‘Come,’ you took his hand and pulled him on the couch, ‘it’s too loud in there,’ you showed the kitchen.

Eddie took the fork you handed him and started to eat, and once again, it was wonderful. He enjoyed every bite of the pie and the cookies. He took a piece of the pie with his fork and put it in front of you.

‘What are you doing,’ you backed away, laughing.

‘I’m sharing,’ Eddie smiled back at you.

You smiled and ate the pie. Eddie finished his plate by sharing it with you. He noticed that every time you cooked, you would always feed the others and only eat the remaining.

‘I wish you could stay here forever,’ Eddie admitted, putting the place on the table. ‘I wish we were friends when you were still here.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I always wanted—.’

But you were cut off by everyone coming into the leaving room. Nancy stayed at your house that night, since Jonathan would be leaving tomorrow. Which meant, your house was packed with people. Nancy slept with Jonathan in the guest room, Joyce had her room, and Max, El and you slept on your bed, while Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike all slept on mattresses put in your bedroom.

Eddie, Robin and Steve all left very late, not before reassuring you that Steve would drop Eddie off and that he would not walk home alone that late.

‘See you tomorrow,’ you waved goodbye at Eddie. ‘See you two around soon too,’ you hugged Robin and Steve.

You went back to bed, where all the kids were already ready to sleep. You washed up and went to bed, putting yourself in the middle.

‘So y/n,’ Dustin started, ‘remember that night, where you spaced out when we talked about Eddie?’

‘Eddie?’ Max smirked.

‘Is Eddie your boyfriend?’ El asked.

‘What!’ you sat down. ‘No! No, no, no, no. No. He is not my boyfriend, and I didn’t space out, I was just tired from driving you around and staying out late like that!’ you quickly blurted out.

‘But you like him, right?’ Lucas asked seriously.

‘Of course I like him,’ you stated, ‘I mean, he’s—,’ your thoughts drifted to Eddie.

‘Dreamy?’ Max laughed.

‘But do you like–like him?’ Mike asked.

‘In a romantic way,’ Dustin added.

‘I—,’ you did not know what to say.

‘Are you in love with Eddie?’ El gasped.

‘I—,’ you let out a deep breath.

You fall back on the bed.

‘I don’t know,’ you admitted. ‘I like him, I— I like Eddie a lot. I— think I might be in love with him.’

‘You should tell him that!’ Will smiled. ‘Because he—, I’m sure he loves you too,’ Will corrected himself. ‘He is always looking at you whenever you’re not looking, he always wants to spend time with you, he has to be in love — is what I think,’ Will added.

‘I agree,’ Dustin said.

‘Me too,’ Lucas agreed.

‘Yep,’ Mike nodded.

‘But, I’m leaving soon,’ you lamented. ‘I won’t even see him.’

‘Suzie and I, we don’t see each other every day,’ Dustin repeated his story, ‘yet we are in a relationship.’

‘I think you should tell him,’ Max lay next to you. ‘This town is cursed, so who knows what can happen… You have to live your life fully and that means putting yourself out there and telling the people who love, that you love them.’

You turned your head to look at Max with a soft smile.

‘I love you guys,’ you smiled, holding Max's hand tightly in yours.

‘We love you too,’ everyone said at the same time, laughing.

Joyce left early in the morning because of the long journey back home. Everyone was there saying goodbye, hugging each other. After they left, Dustin, Mike and Lucas all went back home too, on their bikes. You called Eddie and told him to come later because you were going to drive Max home first.

You never went to Max’s place before, so you let her guide you around and let you park your car in front of her trailer.

‘You’ll be alright?’ you asked her.

‘Yeah,’ Max nodded.

‘Ok, call me if you need anything.’

Max nodded again before leaving your car. You drove back home and stood in the hall. You got used to having this house full of people and now that it was empty, it felt weird. You walked to the kitchen and started to make breakfast. You had prepared some batter the day before, and you put them in a baking tin and put them in the oven. You took out some bananas and strawberries and cut them in thin pieces and put them on a plate.

Eddie knocked on your door just when you took the muffins out of the oven. You both sat next to each other and started to eat in silence. It was the first you two ate alone, without any of the kids around.

‘So,’ Eddie turned around to face you, ‘you’re leaving soon?’

‘I’m leaving Saturday morning, tomorrow is my last day here,’ you confirmed.

‘Oh,’ Eddie stared at his plate.

‘I’ll—,’ you looked at him, ‘I’ll miss you.’

Eddie looked up at you.

‘I mean,’ you quickly added, ‘like I’ll miss Max and Lucas, and Mike and Dustin!’

You did not want to hear Eddie say that you were being weird suddenly.

‘I’ll miss you too,’ Eddie smiled, ‘I’ll miss being well fed too. I can’t believe I’ll have to go back eating garbage food for the rest of my life,’ he sighed dramatically.

‘You are one drama king,’ you laughed. ‘I’ll be back around May, and then you’ll have to be stuck with me for at least four months.’

‘Don’t forget my graduation,’ Eddie added.

‘How can I forget? I’ll have to bring you a graduation gift,’ you thought, ‘what do you want?’

‘You,’ Eddie talked before he could think.

‘M–Me?’ you stuttered, smiling.

‘I mean, you being here will be enough.’

‘Oh. Right,’ you laughed, feeling hot from embarrassment.

Once breakfast was over, you put the plates away and took Eddie with you to your car.

‘Where are we going?’ Eddie asked you, letting you drag him around.

‘To the market.’

‘Why?’ he asked once in the car.

‘I wanted to prepare food for Max to freeze, so whenever her mom isn’t around to cook, she can just heat it.’

Eddie stared at you, lovingly.

‘What?’ you smiled.

‘Where did these kids find you?’

‘I used to babysit them,’ you explained. ‘I was on my way home, eating a cake that my mom had made for me, and I walked across the park, and I saw four children on the ground, with two of them crying, Will and Dustin. I was going to walk away, but then I saw a group of older guys, probably from high school, walking toward them.

‘I watched them grab the kids’ bags and toss it away and then they just laughed and walked away. It was horrible, so I walked over and helped them. They were children, they were eight, or nine and I was thirteen, almost fourteen, I had to do something,’ you continued to explain.

‘They explained that these guys just stole their snacks and that they were being bullied around by them. So I shared my food with them and I walked them home. And for a week, they would wait around the park and I would walk them home. And their mothers ended up asking me if I could babysit them, and I agreed, and I stayed with them the whole time.’

‘That was really nice of you,’ Eddie told you. ‘They all speak so highly of you, I thought they made you up.’

‘What?’ you laughed.

‘Yeah, I mean they were describing someone so good and perfect, I thought you weren’t real. Then I met you almost a month ago, and I still can’t believe it. You’re so kind and generous, it’s impossible to believe.’

‘I’m—,’ you looked away, smiling. ‘I think you’re really great too. I— Dustin talks about you very highly too. That kid loves you. They all do.’

‘And you?’ Eddie whispered.

‘Me?’ you repeated. ‘I— I—,’ you thought about what Max said to you last night. ‘I do too,’ you looked at him, ‘I like you.’

‘Really?’ Eddie could not believe his ears.

‘Yes,’ you said timidly. ‘You’re great, I— I loved spending time with you, and for the first time, I’m starting to think that, maybe, I wish I didn’t leave for college so I could stay here with you.’

You arrived at the market ten minutes ago, but neither of you wanted to leave yet.

‘I wish you didn’t have to leave too,’ Eddie grabbed your hand. ‘Because I like you a lot too, and I don’t want to let you go, ever again.’

‘You do?’ you beamed. ‘I can’t believe this,’ you mumbled to yourself.

‘So, what now?’ Eddie asked you.

‘I— I don’t know,’ you admitted. ‘I mean, people get together even when they live miles away from each other. So— we could too,’ you hesitated.

Maybe Eddie didn't want that.

‘We could,’ Eddie agreed, squeezing your hand.

‘Ok,’ you smiled, relieved.

You both stared into each other’s eyes, happy. Eddie slowly put his hands behind your neck and brought you closer to him.

‘Can I kiss you now?’

‘Yes.’

You put your hands on his arms and closed the gap between you two and kissed him. Eddie’s lips were soft, his tongue pressing against your gently. Kissing Eddie felt like a dream, and you never want to wake up or stop. But you both needed air, so the kissing stopped, both you panting slightly.

You smiled before leaving the car, feeling too warm inside. Eddie followed you behind, putting his arm around your shoulder.

‘I like this,’ he smiled.

‘Me too,’ you put your arm around his waist.

Eddie spent the rest of the day at your place, helping you cook — grabbing ingredients and cleaning them — and then you two put everything in a tupperwares and put them in the freezer.

Tired from cooking all day, you and Eddie both collapse on your couch. Eddie moved over and rested his head on your lap, and wrapped his arms around you.

‘I don’t want you to go,’ Eddie whined, looking up.

‘We’ll call each other, every day, and before you even know it, I’ll be back and we’ll figure something out.’

‘Okay,’ Eddie smiled.

Eddie and you decided it would be better not to tell anyone yet, since this was a rather new thing. Your last day at Hawkins was spent cleaning up the house and making sure there was no food left in the fridge so nothing would spoil, and making sure everything was clean. After eating lunch, you grabbed all the food you froze and put it in your car and drove to Max’s place. You knocked on her door and waited a bit before she opened it.

‘y/n!’ Max smiled, hugging you.

‘Hi!’ you hugged her back.

‘What are you doing here? I thought you were busy today?’

‘I am, I still haven’t packed my things, but I wanted to drop these off,’ you showed her your multiple bags.

‘What is that,’ Max let you in.

‘Food, lots of it. I— you mentioned that your mother couldn’t always cook so I thought I would freeze a lot of it for nights when she wouldn’t be there.’

Ever since her mother married Billy’s father, Max felt alone. With her mother always sticking with her step-father, and her violent step-brother, she had no one. Until she met Dustin and Lucas, and then you soon after.

At first, she thought that you would not care much about her, because she was the new girl, but you did. You were nice, and you cared for her even though you barely knew her. Max had not been that happy for a long time. So when you left, she was devastated, and on top of that, she had to move away with her mother.

‘Thank you,’ Max smiled, touched by your kindness. ‘I’ll put them in the freezer, you can stay here,’ she showed you the couch.

You sat on the couch and looked around. The windows did not have any curtains on them, so you could see the trailer in front of Max’s and the empty streets.

‘Looking out for Eddie to appear?’ Max joked when she sat next to you.

‘What?’ you asked, horrified that she might have, somehow, discovered what happened yesterday. ‘Wh—why would I be waiting for Eddie to appear out of nowhere?’

‘Because he lives just here,’ Max pointed at the trailer in front of her house.

‘What? Really?’ you asked, surprised.

‘Yeah.’

You spent another hour with Max, before she had to leave to meet up with Dustin, Mike and Lucas to hang out together.

‘We’ll come and see you before you leave tomorrow,’ Max warned you before skating away.

Just as you were about to get in your car, you saw a truck pulling in Eddie’s trailer. It was an older man getting out of it, and getting inside. You turned around, watching the pastries you bake that you wanted to drop off at Lucas’, Dustin’s and Mike’s. But maybe you could give some to Eddie. You took all the bags, which included all Eddie’s favourites and walked to his trailer, and knocked.

‘Eddie!’ you heard a man’s voice shouting, ‘get the door!’

‘You get it!’ Eddie shouted back.

After a few moments, the door finally opened up on Eddie, in his typical outfit, with a bandana in his hair. His eyes widened seeing you.

‘Who are you?’ the man you saw earlier appeared behind Eddie.

‘I’m y/n,’ you smiled. ‘Eddie’s girlfriend,’ you added.

‘Girlfriend, huh,’ the man smiled, patting Eddie’s back. ‘Nice. I’ll let you two alone then,’ he walked back and went into a room.

‘Girlfriend?’ Eddie smirked, leaning against the doorframe. ‘I thought we weren’t telling anyone yet?’

‘Well, I wanted to know how it sounded like to say it,’ you smiled. ‘Can I come in? Or are you busy?’ you suddenly realised. ‘I can go, I was just visiting Max and she said you were living here and I thought—-.’

Eddie took the bag in your hands, put his free hand behind your head and kissed you deeply.

‘Come in,’ Eddie took your hand. ‘Sorry it’s a mess, I—,’ he turned to look at you, flushed. ‘I would’ve cleaned if I knew you were coming.’

‘It’s fine!’ you reassured him. ‘It’s nice, it’s very cosy here.’

‘Come,’ Eddie took you down the little hallway.

He opened the door to his bedroom and closed the door behind you.

‘This is my palace,’ Eddie joked.

You looked around, amazed at his bedroom. You went to sit on his bed when he grabbed your hand and yanked you toward him, making you crash onto his chest.

‘You don’t want to sit down,’ Eddie admitted, still holding you.

You both looked at his bed.

‘Those stains are—,’ he tried to explain, ‘I don’t know what those stains are.’

‘Ok,’ you laughed. ‘Is this your guitar?’

‘Yeah, my most precious belonging.’

‘It’s amazing, it looks really great,’ you said. ‘Do you still play with your band?’

‘How do you know about my band?’ Eddie wondered. ‘You mentioned it twice now, the first time being when we first met.’

‘I—,’ you stared at his guitar, avoiding eye contact with Eddie.

Now that Eddie told you that he liked you, it would not be weird to reveal to him that you used to have a crush on him, meaning you went to all his gigs at the local bar back in high school. So you did, you told him everything.

‘Really?’ Eddie smiled.

‘Yes,’ you looked away, cheeks warm. ‘I— you were nice and then the years passed, and you definitely got more handsome and my teenage self was definitely having a crush on you.’

‘I can’t believe you never told me,’ Eddie frowned, holding your hand. ‘I probably would’ve fallen in love with you back then if you did.’

‘I almost did,’ you smiled, ‘it was junior year, I thought you were going to be gone at the end of the year, so I wanted to come and join hellfire club, but then I got nervous and left.’

‘Well, it doesn’t matter anyway because you’re here now,’ Eddie rested his forehead on yours.

‘I am,’ you kissed him.

Even though you were leaving tomorrow, neither of you wanted to talk about it. You spent the rest of the day with Eddie and his uncle, Wayne, and ate the pie and other pastries. When it was finally time for you to go home, Eddie walked back to your car with you.

‘Are you coming to say goodbye tomorrow with the kids?’ you asked him.

‘I’ll be there. Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?’

‘It’s fine,’ you promised. ‘I’ll… see you tomorrow then?’ you gave him a small smile.

‘See you,’ he whispered.

You woke up early Saturday, around seven and took your suitcase down the stairs. You changed into your clothes, and put the pyjamas away and cleaned up. Around eight, the doorbell rang and the kids and Eddie were all there.

You let them in and you all ate together in silence. No one knew what to say. All the kids were sad to see you go again. Then around nine, it was time for you to go. Eddie put your suitcase in the trunk and stood beside the kids.

‘Well,’ you smiled, ‘I had the best time with you guys around, and I’ll miss you all very much.’

‘I’ll miss you too,’ Max came to hug you.

They all came and wrapped themselves around you.

‘I’ll be back very soon, ok? And I’ll still write to you guys, every week.’

‘We’ll write too,’ Lucas said.

You turned around and faced Eddie. The kids were not far away, but far enough so they could not hear you two.

‘I wish I kissed you more yesterday,’ Eddie smirked, ‘cause now I can’t and I really want to.’

‘Me too,’ you admitted. ‘It’s only five months and then, we’ll be together forever.’

Eddie nodded, and you gave him a brief hug — to avoid raising suspicion — and went into your car. You rolled the window down and waved them goodbye while driving away.

‘See you soon!’ the kids all shouted.

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[ashwhowrites]

Hi! Your writing has always been one of my favorites. I was reading through the angst prompts and I was wondering if you could combine some?

38, 39, and 4z

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

- anonymous

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Thank you so much! You can of course combine as many as you want!

Fair warning ⚠️- you request angst so it will not have a happy ending:)

“They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but my heart just became numb.”

“The worst part was that I saw it coming, I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around.”

“So none of it was real? You didn’t mean any of it?”

Eddie and Y/N married young. Eddie wanted to be a rockstar and tour the world. And he wanted his wife by his side. He loved to brag to his band about how hot his wife was and she loved to shove her ring in groupies faces.

Together they got thrown into life of parties, drugs, sex, and alcohol. They were filled with passion, lust, and love.

The real world came knocking in when she held a positive pregnancy test. The couple couldn't have been more excited. They were young, still in their 20s but they knew they could handle this. They were going to be a real family.

~~

When their baby girl was born, Eddie continued to tour the world. She was home with their baby girl, realizing being a mom is her new dream. She loved holding their baby, it was a reminder of what her and Eddie made out of love.

She didn't mind the late night feedings because Eddie would come strolling in from the airport. He would come home every second he could. Their baby was a total daddy's girl. Always yanking Eddie's hair with her chubby hands and giggling.

Their family may have been different but it was real and strong.

Until it wasn't

~~

Their baby girl was around a year old now. As Y/N planned her birthday party, she reflected on how so much has changed.

When Ella was around six months old, Eddie began to change. He didn't call as much anymore when he was on tour. And when he was home he was at the studio or bars with his band.

She hated even when he was home, she was raising Ella on her own.

Ella who was a perfectly curly haired and big brown eyed baby, the love of her life - Eddie also of course. Every time she saw her, she saw him and it felt like a stab in her heart.

Ever since Ella hit that six month mark, he stopped desiring Y/N. He used to be horny around the clock and now she barely gets a kiss out of him. She tried many times to grind herself on his lap, but he'd shrug her off. He's too tired from the studio. Or it's weird to do with the baby a few feet away.

She was getting frustrated. She didn't know where her husband randomly disappeared. The body she sleeps next to was cold and uncomfortable, nothing like what her Eddie was like.

She knew something was wrong and she feared the worst. He found someone else on that damn tour. He found someone else while she took care of their baby. She just needed to confront him to confirm it.

~~

The party was going well. She barely has seen Eddie, the second the clock stroke 1 he was off in the backyard with a beer talking to Steve. He looked so carefree and happy. It's been too long since she saw that.

She was cleaning Ella up when she heard a knock on the door. With the whole party outside, she was the only one available to open it. She placed Ella on her hip and ran to the door.

As she opened it she didn't know who she was looking at.

A girl about her age, blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a smile.

"Hi! How can I help you?" Y/N doesn't recognize her so she definitely doesn't think she invited her, maybe Eddie did?

"does Eddie muson live here?" Her thoughts were confirmed, she was Eddie's guest.

"yes come on in! I'll go grab him for you." The girl smiled and walked in.

She quickly walked to the backyard to find her husband, "Eddie! A guest is here for you."

Eddie looked up when he heard his name. He gave a quick be right back to Steve and walked over to the house.

"who is it?" He asked as he stepped into the house, kissing Ella on her nose as he walked by.

"not sure. Some girl." She answered as they walked to the front door.

~~

Eddie felt his blood run cold when he saw her. He was supposed to never see her again, that was the deal.

"Eddie?" His head turned to his wife, holding their gorgeous baby, a confused look on her face.

" can you give me a second baby?" He asked, she looked at him and the girl. He felt sick, he prayed she wasn't connecting this. She nodded slowly and walked to the backyard. Once she was out of sight his eyes went back to her.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" He asked, he didn't care if he sounded harsh. She was breaking their deal.

"Relax Eddie, I'm not here to help you cheat on your wife again." She giggled like it was funny.

Eddie felt steam running out his ears. He felt the sting of guilt when he was reminded of his adultery. He tried to forget it. Drown it in alcohol, wash it out with his regret. But it always survived and punched him in the gut when he'd look at Y/N.

"that's not fucking funny. You need to leave." He began to step towards her, leading her to the door.

"Look Mr. Munson, I came here for a reason. I want to make another deal." He hated the way she smirked. She had something planned. He looked over his shoulder, they were still alone.

"what is it?" He asked, anything to get her the fuck out of his child's birthday party.

" Pay me $1,000 or I'll rat you out to every publicist I can find. Tell them all about our secret affair on your tour bus. What would your wife think of you? Knowing she was feeding your baby while you pounded into another girls pu-"

"Shut your god damn mouth." Eddie practically growled at her. He knew he fucked up the moment his eyes landed on her. And it was a mistake that kept following him around.

He wrote the check and slammed the door behind her. He could feel sobs in the back of his throat. His forehead was against the door as he sobbed against it.

The guilt has been eating him alive ever since. He couldn't kiss his wife knowing what he did to her. He couldn't make love to her when he broke their vows.

She was an amazing wife and mother. And he was a deadbeat husband and father.

A hand touched his shoulder and he jumped. Quickly wiping his eyes and turning around.

"are you okay baby?" Seeing her worried gaze, soft voice, and wedding ring beam in the sunlight, he broke all over again.

"I'm so fucking sorry." He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her stomach. He was sobbing into her. Every ounce of guilt and regret was running out of his body. He mumbled against her stomach, the same stomach where she carried their baby. She gave him a family. They created it together and he was going to destroy it with his own hands.

~~

Y/N had a feeling of what was going on. She wasn't dumb. She ran her hands through his hair as he sobbed into her. Silent tears were running down her cheeks. She was biting her lip so hard to not let sobs break through.

"We'll talk after the party, okay? Right now our daughter is about to try to blow out candles." She tried to laugh but it came out as a choked cry. She yanked herself away, composed herself and went to the backyard. A big fake smile plastered on her face.

~~

Eddie felt sick to his stomach as the last guest left. He couldn't run from this anymore. He knew she knew. And they both knew there's a good chance they'll never be the same again.

"When did you meet her?" She sat on the couch, holding herself. She knew this conversation was going to be hard but they needed to have it.

"Six months ago." He choked out. He felt like he cried everything out of him but looking at her, sitting so far away, he felt another round of tears coming.

"I thought so. That's when you got weird." She sighed. She placed her head in her hands. Anxiety filling her with her next question.

"Was it more than once?"

Without hesitation Eddie answered fast, "no. I swear. It was one stupid night and I've regretted it since. I'm so sorry."

"oh you regret it? Well that just makes me feel so fucking great. I'm glad after you pulled your dick out of her, you regretted it"

He knew he deserved that blow to his gut. He was prepared to take every hit, he didn't deserve to protect himself.

"I sit here every night, taking care of our daughter. I used to cry myself to sleep when you stopped calling. Then you came home and nothing changed. You were distant and you stopped loving me. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but my heart just became numb. "

Eddie wanted to punch himself repeatedly with every word she spoke. She sounded so fucking heartbroken. He's been in love with this girl since he was 16 and he's never seen her so fragile and small.

He wanted to speak but his throat was wrapped in barbed wire.

“The worst part was that I saw it coming, I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around. I won't lie, I feared you'd cheat on me. Almost every rockstar does it. I fucking hate you so much Edward. I would have never done this to you."

"don't say that please. You don't hate me. I know you love me. I love you so much. I'm so sorry. I love you " he was on his knees again. Kneeling in front of her. His hands shook as he gripped her knees. Trying to choke back his sobs.

"like you loved me? So none of it was real? You didn’t mean any of it? Every night we spent taking care of Ella. You came home and slept in our bed, knowing you were with another woman. If you loved me you wouldn't have CHEATED on me Eddie! You would have stayed faithful. If my love was enough for you, you would have come back home to me and me only."

"please baby, we can make this work. I'll do anything. I'll do therapy. I'll quit the band. I'll never leave again. Please just give me a chance to make this right. You're my wife and the love of my life. Let me fix our family."

"no Eddie. The second you went home with her was the second you picked her over your family. I'm not going to forgive you. There's nothing you can do to take this pain away. I think it'll forever be broken because of you. I love you so much and I can't believe you ruined this for us. We could have really made it far."

He was shaking his head. He wanted to block out her words. He was reaching the finish line, he was doing everything in his power to glue his shoes to the ground. He didn't want to keep moving forward. He didn't want to reach the end.

"You can sleep on the couch tonight. Tomorrow we'll discuss divorce and moving arrangements."

It took every ounce of strength in her to stand up and pull away from him. She leaned down to kiss his head. She inhaled his scent one last time. With a deep breath she walked to their bedroom. She saw Ella sleeping soundly in her crib.

How did her perfect family get destroyed so fast?

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[ibelongto-tylergalpin]

Eddie Munson taking care of kids....

~Okay let’s be real for a second.... kids fucking WORSHIP this man

~Sure they’ll prolly find him intimidating at first but the minute he opens that beautiful fucking mouth of his, they fall in love with him

~You and Eddie were supposed to go out to the movies to watch the new movie that just came out called Stand By Me (its giving fexi)

~You had to call Eddie last minute to postpone your date because your parents decided to spontaneously go on a trip upstate for some alone time, leaving you to babysit your 2 younger brothers and baby sister for a day or two (The sister is Emily, the youngest boy is Johnny, and the oldest boy is Caleb)

~He decides to surprise you and stop by to help you take care of them

~He knocks on your door expecting to see you, but instead he sees a little girl who looks to be 5 years old, wearing a princess dress and crown

~“Hi mister!”

~“Emily who are you talking to?” 

~A second kid comes into the doorway, a little boy around the age of 10

~“There’s a man here!” 

~Your sister is just standing there pointing at him like shes never seen a guy before LMFAO

~Eddie is literally just standing there smiling, seeing as hes never met your siblings

~“Hi! Can we help you?”

~Your brother Johnny is pretty fucking fascinated with Eddie and his entire fit

~“Is Y/n here?”

~“Y/n actually isn’t here. I’m in charge now”

~Another fucking kid walked over and this one looked about 12 (Caleb)

~“No you’re not! Y/n/n is in the living room getting the music thingy ready!”

~Eddie finds your little sister abso-fucking-lutely adorable

~“It’s called a record player stupid”

~Bro why is Caleb so pressed like go take a bubble bath or sumn light a candle just calm down

~Eddie can tell that your sister is clearly upset with Caleb so he decides to try to make her feel better

~“I actually call them “music thingys” too. Saying record player is so lame”

~Her face fckn lights up stop your sister is 100% ready to steal this man from you

~You walk to tell your siblings that it’s ready and you see your adorable, fine ass boyfriend so you run over and give him a kiss

~Literally every single kid gags 

~You have to explain the concept of bf and gf to your sister and Eddie finds it so fckn hilarious

~The 5 of you go to the living room and have a dance party with your sister on Eddie’s back

~She tells him which direction to go and he goes

~When I tell you this little girl has him wrapped around her finger istg

~Your brother Johnny (the 2nd youngest) takes Eddie upstairs to his room and shows him his action figures and the older brother (Caleb) shows him his music posters

~He’s never been to your house and has only ever walked you to the door so he goes into your room and sees papers and flashcards spread across the desk, a stack of records on the shelf (he recognizes the ones hes given you) 

~Your sister goes into your room to find him and D R A G S him out so that he can look at her dollys and play with her

~The boys are occupied in their room and you were making dinner

~You went upstairs to get them and you see Eddie in your sisters room with a princess crown on and playing with her dolls with her

~Youre heart fucking MELTS when he looks over at you and gives you his signature Eddie Muson smile LORDDD

~Literally your siblings fucking worship this man like wtf

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[jenniquinn]

Punch in the Gut X Eddie Muson

Part One:

There are going to be two parts to this so he prepared for sad Eddie.

It was like his heart stopped at the sight in front of him, eyes filling with tears. What he sees is you up against Billy Hargroves's car kissing him. Here he thought you were the greatest love of each other's lives. He turns to leave when you notice him. He doesn't see the punch you give Billy or the knee to the balls. You run after him, tripping constantly as you try to run as fast as you can holding your hand having hurt it punching Billy. "Eddie" you tell. He doesn't stop or answer "baby" you yell and he stops turning to you.

Fuck you have never seen cry, never seen him so mad or hurt. "Don't fucking call me that Y/N" you flinch at him yelling something he never did to you and at him saying your name. He never called you by your name, always baby or princess. You reach for him but slapping away the hand you hurt. You hiss at the pain but he doesn't notice or seem to care.

"How could you do that? Kiss someone else" he asks "I didn't-" he interrupts you. "I fucking saw you do you think I'm stupid" "no-" he interrupts again. "I saw you how? You were supposed to be the one person I could count on. The one who would never hurt me. Fuck I actually thought you loved me you" he finishes and you take a step towards him only to have him back up. "I do love you" you tell him and he just laughs. "Right? That's love?" His heart hurts too much to care right now that he is hurting you with his words.

You wipe your tears "he kissed me! Ok?! Ow! You run your hand lightly as it's really starting to hurt. "You know what fuck you Munson. If you don't believe that I would never cheat on you let alone let someone I fucking hate then you obviously don't know me at all" you yell at him. "I obviously don't because the girl I thought I loved wasn't a whore" he snaps back regretting those words.

"Go the fuck to hell! I can't believe you would call me that. You of all people. I know you're hurt but that does not give you the right to talk to me like that" you are in his face screaming. You shake your head "fuck you" you yell running away. As you are running you run into Robin and Steve who saw the whole thing. Steve opens his arms and you cry into them.

Eddie doesn't care that you're hurt at this point but he knows he will regret it later. A slap hits his cheek " you do not know bad you messed up Eddie. I can't believe you think she would ever want anyone but you" Robin yells and runs to where you are walking out with Steve. Eddie gets in his van and drives away, knowing he should apologize but he is too hurt to do anything right now.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #joseph quinn imagine

[little-annie]

All I Want | Ch6

Steddie | Little_Annie | Ao3

Ch.5 ⤵️

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Eddie's POV

It's still a blurry memory in his mind, waking up to the bright lights of the hospital, beeping machines, garbled words and lips on his own. He remembers speaking to someone, but not who or why.

The day Eddie Muson had woken up was a weird one. It's just a mishmash of flashes and unrecognisable blurs of faces, sounds distant in the sense that everything seemed to be drowned out by non-existent water in his ears.

The moment was short lived, the pain in his abdomen sending him into a tailspin before the nurses pumped him full of painkillers and he was absolutely loopy for days to follow.

The next time he came to, it was much less dramatic. Wayne was at his side and the room was quiet. No loud machines or indescribable voices or sounds, just Wayne Munson in his work clothes, snoring in the chair next to the hospital bed.

Eddie had taken a moment to just breathe, trying to piece together how he'd ended up in the hospital in the first place, but there was nothing. Not a single thing had come to mind as to why his sides ached and he was confined to such a stale sanitary place.

Wayne snoring himself awake to his left, pulled Eddie's attention back from his thoughts only for the old man to nearly jump out of his seat and run to the door calling for a nurse upon seeing Eddie awake once again.

There were questions, nurses asking him his name and the current year, to list his friends names and describe the last thing he remembers.

They were all easy, well, except for the last one, but fuck, his memorie's shit to begin with, so he didn't pay that fact much mind. Though, after the nurse had left him and Wayne alone, Eddie had a few questions of his own.

Rough words around what he'd later find out to be a stitched back together lip, he asked Wayne a multitude of questions, starting off with a scratchy, "Anyone come see me?"

It maybe shouldn't have been his first question, though he couldn't help but feel an aching swell in his chest, thinking there should have been more than just Wayne at his bedside.

He recalls Wayne's face doing something funny, the man looking oddly uncomfortable before asking, "Who you expectin' kid?"

His friends for one. He remembers thinking how odd it was to not see one of the guys, Gareth especially, come strutting through the door, snacks in hand, like he had the other times Eddie had been hospitalised. Broken bones, a nasty case of the flu and one memorable electrocution and they'd all been there, laughing, hopping around, lightening the mood with their antics.

"The boys?" Eddie asked, continuing after trying to get comfortable in his damn bed, "I dunno, Gareth, Jeff. At least someone from the band?"

But Wayne had shaken his head, a sad look on his face as he had said, "Sorry son."

They'd both been quiet for a moment, Eddie surveying the bandages wrapped around his body, his stomach twisting at the thought of what could have possibly done this time him, and then he asked, "What even happened?"

"Wild dog," Wayne said rather abruptly, oddly, almost as if it was practised

Eddie had scrunched his nose in thought, still to this day he doesn't recall there ever being anything like wild dogs in Hawkins, but he couldn't help but ask, "Like a Coyote?"

Wayne had shook his head, eyes down turned to focus on the floor as he spoke, "Just some feral thing. Took a good chunk outta ya kid." The man grimaced, wringing his ball cap anxiously in his hands, "had me worried there for a while."

He supposed that was valid. But he could see the pain in Wayne's eyes as they continued to visit and sooner rather than later, Eddie found himself going quiet to spare the old man his troubles.

-

Eventually he'd been released, rolling his way through the hospital to Wayne's truck out front, needing some much unwanted assistance getting into the cab of the vehicle from a wheelchair.

That was something he definitely took getting used to, still putting up a fight for his independence to this day.

Though even when he returned home his life wasn't anything spectacular. He was still just Eddie Munson but the ride through Hawkins proved to be a surreal thing. Buildings in ruin, some torn down to utter rubble while others showed only the faintest signs of distress. It was odd. As were the still remaining support stations through town where it seemed some residents still resided or flocked to for donations.

According to Wayne, while Eddie was out, a rather aggressive earthquake shook the town to its core. Tearing fissures in its surface and ripping entire neighbourhoods apart.

As much seemed true when they had to take a different route than Eddie remembered to the trailer park, Wayne citing this would all be back to normal soon enough when the big wigs left town.

Whatever that meant.

Eddie was grateful upon arriving home, seeing that their trailer only encountered minimal damage, much of which was already repaired.

His first week back he was confined to the trailer, Wayne taking a week off of work to keep him company. How they afforded that, Eddie hadn't the slightest clue.

Eventually the boys from Corroded Coffin came around after school, bringing pop, pizza and homework that'd get left behind for at least the remainder of the evening.

It was good seeing the guys. Their presence provided some relief to his relationship with Wayne. Don't get him wrong, he loves the man and everything he's ever done for him, but Eddie needs a break every once in a while from the constant southern monotone.

By the time he was able to drive and get around fine on his own, Eddie was back at school and though he missed having something to do, a goal to achieve, he didn't miss the looks a handful of students and faculty would shoot his way. Their glares only turned up tenfold from what Eddie remembers from his past.

Along with attending school and searching for a job that wasn't drug dealing, Wayne had him running errands. If anything it was probably just to keep him busy, but it was then that he ran into Steve Harrington and some curly haired kid he couldn't help but take a liking to.

It was upon ramming his cart into Harrington's gut that a familiar flutter returned to his chest. God the man was pretty and it didn't quite help that he babysat nerds on the side either.

Eddie remembers the shimmer in the man's eyes and the blush he's sure he imagined on his cheeks. But he couldn't help for the nights to follow to wish he could make Steve Harrington blush like that once again.

Even if the guy was an asshole, that didn't stop Eddie from thinking he was the prettiest fucking thing on the planet. All that speckled olive skin, hazel eyes and plush lips. Fuck. Why'd the hot ones always have to be the straight douchebags?

But it was a surprise to him to learn from Wayne of all people that apparently Steve wasn't such a dickhead anymore? Supposedly he was part of the relief program after the earthquake, volunteering his time to repair the homes and hearts of the community.

Still Eddie couldn't believe it.

-

Another thing upon arriving home…

It was odd at first, Eddie felt like he was going half nuts, but upon ramming his foot into about six different things in his bedroom, he could have sworn everything was moved an inch to the left. Like in the month he was gone some fucker came in and moved everything around.

But that couldn't be it.

It was just... just everything felt weird. Lacking something. Out of place, not his own.

And then there were things he didn't recognize. Like a faded yellow sweater folded neatly on his nightstand, a couple new tapes he knew he'd been saving up for but hadn't purchased yet. Just weird things like that.

Fancy shampoo in the shower, the scent of citrus and cinnamon that lingered in his sheets.

The way he felt a pang of something in his chest everytime that scent flooded his senses. It was a weird feeling. A gaping something. But it remained unnamed and unmoored, lacking the connection to something that felt just outside of his grasp.

But he knew Wayne had gone to the thrift store after the earthquake, replacing items that may have been lost or damaged. Picking out things for himself, the neighbours or the donation bins. Maybe he grabbed a few things for Eddie while he was there too. Albeit, a yellow sweater that's very much not to his taste but is the absolute comfiest thing in the world. So much so it's become his sleep shirt on the nights he feels restless, it's warmth and the scent of what must be Wayne's new brand of laundry detergent -cinnamon and citrus- lulling him into a rather easy sleep.

—

The days dragged on, monotonous as they'd always been and for some reason, today proved to be a long one.

Eddie had managed to make it to school on time by the grace of whatever holy deity he didn't believe in. His bandages falling loose in his haste as he came crashing into his morning biology class with a rather painful flop into a plastic chair. He hadn't even made it through half of the class before he was sent to the nurse for his seeping chest wound. The thing was being a stubborn fucker, the stitches having ripped a handful of times in the last weeks.

From there on it was a blur of bitchy sneers and pointless information, but what with finals approaching and hopefully graduation, Eddie kept his head down.

It'd been a hell of a day and after running a few resumes around town after school, Eddie found himself at Family Video, exchanging pleasantries with one Robin Buckley before trading a pocket full of change for a classic horror fic and some Licorice.

He and Wayne pulled into the drive at the same time, the two of them attempting to race their way to the front door, which on Eddie's end only appeared as a slow hobble. Instead of a victory speech the old man stole Eddie's candy before he could even protest, smiling around a stick of Licorice as he mumbled something about Eddie's gimpy leg and smokers lungs.

It was nice having an evening together, it'd been a rare thing in the past and now that Wayne's back at work again after taking that week off, they hadn't really seen each other much lately. Running in circles around one another, communicating through graphic coffee mugs and notes scribbled onto sticky notes left around the trailer.

It was a nice change of pace being able to make supper together and chat about their days over a beer. Wayne seemed to have a rather boring day at the plant, no new gossip or news to be shared. Not like in the past when he'd come home to tell Eddie about Jim sleeping with Jon, while Jon's wife was sleeping with the maintenance man who happened to be Jim's cousin.

He chuckled at the memory, small town gossip and all that.

He'd told Wayne of all the places he'd applied for jobs, none of which going any further than a curt nod and a 'we're not hiring but I'll keep this on hand for when we are.' He was beginning to think he'd have to start branching into the surrounding towns if he hoped to get anything at all. The people of Hawkins having some weird stick up their ass about hiring him, applying a few towns over might be his only option.

Plus, if he graduated it's not like he could live with Wayne forever. Maybe it'd be a good thing for him to branch out of Hawkins.

Though, Wayne seemed to have some reservations about that idea that he wasn't entirely willing to share.

Eventually they ate supper in front of the TV, watching one of Wayne's ball games up until the old man had to go across the road and help old Mrs. Kelly with something or other. That's when Eddie finally popped in his rental and settled into the couch with a bag of chips and a cold beer.

It was times like these that that weird gaping something in his chest ached. It was an odd thing, the open cushion next to him feeling oddly bare and the air around him lacking something so specific but so out of reach.

It was times like these when he'd make his way to his room, pull on that yellow sweater from Wayne and burrow into the couch a little deeper. The faded yellow garment becoming something like a security blanket of sorts; it worked wonders most days. Though it didn't entirely solve that weird something, it did aid in dulling it.

Wayne entered the trailer nearly an hour later looking a little worse for ware, covered in motor oil and grime, huffing something about how 'Kathy really needs t' stop tryin' to change her own damn oil, ninety six ain't so spry anymore,' and wading off to the bathroom for a shower, only to return ten minutes later and flash Eddie a puzzling look before settling into the couch next to him, looking at him with a side eye every so often.

"What?" Eddie asked around the Licorice in his mouth

Wayne's brow furrowed, looking Eddie up and down once with a considering look before moving his attention back to the TV, "Why ya wearing that?"

There was no heat found in his tone, though in its place Eddie couldn't help but sense a sad curiosity.

"What?" He asked again, his own brows creasing as he looked at his uncle

"That sweater Son, it's not really your thing."

Eddie hummed, looking down at himself. Wayne wasn't wrong, but for some reason he couldn't help but think he was also the furthest thing from right. There was something special about the sweater, it made his heart feel fuller for some odd reason. He shrugged, pinched the soft fabric between his fingers, "Dunno, just like it I guess. S' cosy."

Wayne only hummed in response.

—

A day that was filled with rushing around, bleeding wounds and sneers from strangers, Eddie was glad to have a calm evening.

Eventually retiring to his bedroom when Wayne too turned in for the night, Eddie found himself laying in his bed, hanging upside down with a joint tucked between his lips and Judas Priest playing in the background.

It was then that he couldn't help but let the moments of the last few weeks play through his mind.

Finally getting back home.

Finally see the boys again.

Finally getting back into the routine of things.

Well, and then there was the Steve Harrington of it all.

He'd only seen the man once since he'd gotten out of the hospital but it only took that single moment for his everlasting crush to flare like a fire in his chest.

He hadn't stopped thinking about the man since.

Needless to say he'd found himself hoping to bump into Steve again, disappointed every time he rounded that same corner in the grocery store to find the aisle empty or at the very least void of the speckle skinned beauty.

It was a hopeless thing to try and wish his crush on Steve Harrington away. Even in Harrington's darkest days when he was a raging asshole Eddie was still a teensy bit in love with the man.

Though moping and wishing Steve to even be the slightest bit gay wouldn't change anything.

I just wasn't in the cards for this reality and unfortunately that's something Eddie's heart couldn't seem to wrap its mind around. Oftentimes would he find himself daydreaming of the man, simple scenarios that seemed all too vivid for even his thriving imagination. It only hurt his heart more knowing that's something he could never have.

Like that day when he was making breakfast and couldn't help but think what it'd be like to have Steve's arms around his waist and lips on his neck.

Or that day when he took a walk into the woods only to imagine what it'd be like to hold Steve against a tree and kiss his way down the man's body.

After that single interaction in the grocery store, Eddie found it to not only be his waking thoughts to be polluted by the man. His dreams now too being a painfully vivid reminder of what he could never have.

Near nightly he'd catch himself waking with a pillow held tightly in his arms, the memory of Steve Harrington's lips on his own fading with the night as the sun crept into the sky.

Many times too he would wake from a mid afternoon, mid chemistry class nap, with the memory of Steve's hands on his body, embarrassed by the flush in his cheeks and tightness in his pants.

He just couldn't shake the man, like he was haunted by the ghost of something he could truly only ever dream of.

Though that didn't stop him from mid joint letting his mind wander.

Douchebag tendencies be damned, given the chance he'd take it.

Given the chance he'd love Steve Harrington. Pepper him with kisses and sing him the sweetest of songs. Hold him throughout the night, below the moon and under the midday sun, whispering every beautiful word the man brought to mind against tanned, speckled skin. He'd taste the salt of Steve's flesh and melt into the sounds that left his lips as air escaped him in a gasp.

Given the chance he'd treat Steve Harrington like sunshine.

Because under all that hair and sass and rich boy attitude, Eddie's knows there's something akin to the beauty of the sun. Bright and beautiful, gold and honey. The source of life itself.

Given the chance, Eddie would let Steve Harrington be his sunshine.

—

It's several hours later when Eddie finds himself tangled in a heap of blankets, the moonlight streaming through his window, blinding upon meeting his eye.

The phone's ringing, incessantly so, loud and blaring and Wayne has to work too fucking early for some asshole to be calling this time of night.

Eddie pulls himself from bed with a groan, shuffling himself through the moonlit trailer until he finds the phone on the wall. With a grumpy grunt he pulls it from the hook and slumps against the panelling, letting out a groggy, "Hello?"

Instantly he thinks it's another prank call, some asshole getting off on calling 'The Freak' a murder or something else equally as creative.

Then there's a commotion suddenly on the other end of the line, a broken breath and a hollow thud.

That ache in his chest burns but he ignores it, listening to nothing but short quick breaths beating into his ear.

"Hello?" He repeats, irritation quickly creeping into his tone, "…. I swear to fuck if this is another prank call…"

The line remains silent and after another second Eddie hangs up with a huff, only making it to his bedroom door before it begins to ring again.

He stands there, watching it ring until he hears it disturb Wayne, the old man grumbling in his sleep for Eddie to answer the damn phone.

Eddie grumbles to himself, dragging his tired body to the phone only to growl into the line upon picking up, "What?"

But again he's met with silence and the occasional shuddered breaths, he's just about to give whoever it is a piece of his mind when he notices Wayne, tired and grumpy coming to the phone.

Exhausted and nearing his soon approaching shift, Wayne rubs the sleep from his eyes, "What's going on Ed? It's fuckin' three in the mornin'."

Eddie grits his teeth, combing a hand through hair, tucking the phone against his shoulder as he speaks, "Some asshole keeps callin'."

Wayne huffs, reaching a calloused hand out and making a grabbing motion for the phone, "Let me talk to 'em."

Poor fucker, Eddie thinks to himself, handing the phone off to Wayne and taking his leave, shuffling off to his bedroom only to colapse with a grunt into his bed and pass out once again.

—

That night, while Wayne's outside talking the love of Eddie's life down from a panic attack and Steve Harrington himself is a grieving mess surrounded by a puddle of his own tears on a hardwood floor, Eddie dreams of hazel eyes and sun kissed skin. Yellow sweater still wrapped around his body, he clings to a pillow that smells like home.

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[chopper-witch]

Ritual 777 - Chapter 1: How I Get Myself Killed

Eddie Muson x female!reader; Jennifer’s Body!AU

Minors DNI. I will find and tell your parents or guardians.

Story title inspired by Ritual 777 by Temple Twins

Chapter title inspired by How I Get Myself Killed by Indigo De Souza

I will have a full playlist soon

WC: 3,500+

Warnings: underage alcohol consumption, drugging of drinks, sexual assault, literal usage of human sacrifice, no actual murder but there will be actual murder later; if you shouldn’t be watching HBO’s most popular shows you shouldn’t be reading my work. Like seriously. 

This is like the only time I will use (y/n) I am so sorry.

A/N: This chapter has no Eddie in it at all, but it sets up the whole how did reader become tied to a demon thing. It deviates from Jennifer’s Body in several ways but it fits better to later plans. Also, I know some of the details are inaccurate concerning lining up with season 1 but frankly, I don’t care lmfao. Finally, I have like,,, mad bad dyslexia so please forgive all mistakes I put this through grammarly and like regular spell check and did all the other techniques I was taught. I can speak well, I cannot write for shit.

Masterlist

October 31, 1983

There is something about small towns in the middle of nearly nowhere and Halloween that mix just right. Every small town has its own verified monster, according to every citizen who lives there, and Halloween just brings something evil out of the ground that normally just lurks. 

Some small towns refuse to participate. Too worried about that evil that lurks. 

Others, it seems, openly invite it to dance. 

Hawkins is definitely the latter.

Cherie, a friend since elementary who has a penchant for skirts that tend to get her sent to the principal's office and eyes so dark you’ve heard others wonder if she’s got something evil residing in her, slides an invitation on your desk. 

Halloween Party at Tommy’s, apparently.

“It’s a Monday.” You toss the invitation back to her. “Should we really be going to a party?” 

“Hell yeah. It’s Halloween. Come on.”

Behind her sits Ailise, not a hair out of place in her perfectly kept twists, as usual, popping her gum with wide eyes, awaiting your response.

“Alright, alright.” You shake your head. “Fine. You’ve convinced me.” 

Cherie finally slides into her seat right as the bell rings but continues to speak as Mr. Jones begins asking for the weekend’s history homework.

“Yay! I’ll drive there, but there are like… no promises about driving back.”

“Yeah. I know.” You snatch her homework from her to send over to the left as always, and she rolls her eyes. How she stays in the honors classes is a miracle. “I know how parties work when we go together, Cher.”

“Pick you up at ten then.” 

—

10 always means 10:30.

Always.

So you’re leaning against your front door, black jeans on, white v-neck with red dye dripped down the front, waiting for her. Nails have been painted black and red lipstick has been added as a little flourish. 

Because vampires are always in style.

The familiar black Mustang that her brother restored for her after someone crashed it into a tree last year rolls up, blasting music far too loud for 10:30.

Cherie rolls down her window to her car and leans her head out. “Boo. That’s such a lame costume.”

“Vampires are never lame,” you insist, climbing into the car. “You’re just jealous. I look good in blood red, and you have to wear basically underwear.”

Cherie looks to Ailise for back up but she just shrugs. 

“And turn it down. My neighbors will be on my ass again. You know it’s mostly old people here.” 

“Yeah, yeah. We’re leaving.”

For a small town, Hawkins has some of the largest parties, you’re convinced. Maybe it’s just a small town thing. When sent off to live with visiting a cousin in a Chicago suburb a few summers ago, the parties were large but not… Hawkins’ large. You suppose it’s because everyone holds them instead of just the few who actually can. People are spread out over ten or twenty instead of all gathered at the one or two that are happening. 

Someone shoves a drink in your hand the second you cross into the house and you chug it without thought. Better to be drunk than sober at parties you learned long ago. 

Cherie and Ailise are already gone in the crowd within seconds. 

You follow the complaints about drinks to the kitchen, snatching an open bottle of vodka and filling the cup almost entirely. 

Better drunk. Always better drunk.

The parties are all the same anyways. Someone cheats on someone. Someone is hooking up with someone else in the bathroom, the bedrooms, or the forest most of these houses have behind them. Two to five people are bound to get into a physical fight at some point. 

Cherie will pass out on the couch. Ailise will probably walk home.

Some other junior saddles up next to you after a few minutes alone just drinking, some boy you vaguely know from a class last year, eyes trailing from your exposed ankles to the necklace dangling between your tits. 

“No.”

And you walk out of the kitchen, deciding to wander through the crowd. 

Steve Harrington, who hates you for some unknown reason, is dancing like a jackass with some poor sophomore who looks like she’d rather be anywhere else. He probably hates you because you let him fail on his half of a partner project instead of picking up the slack. Not your fault, really. You warned him. And given that normally you don’t follow through on such threats, he didn’t believe you. 

But for the first time in his life, someone let him fail. 

As you move into another room, you trip. The vodka that you haven’t had yet goes spilling down your shirt, turning the white shirt with red splotches entirely sheer. You aren’t a complete idiot, however, and it only ends up exposing the red bra you put on underneath, which doesn’t show through very much when it’s beneath sheer dyed red. 

You move on. Somebody has to have some stupid party game set up somewhere. Something to do. It’s Halloween, after all. 

The next room is boring. More dancing, making out, and a game of spin the fucking bottle. 

Jesus Christ. 

You trip again, but this time you can’t blame it on those dang strips of wood some houses have between rooms. Your eyes look down to find what the hell you could have possibly tripped on only to find your shoes doubling and blurring. 

Strange.

When you look up, the heads of people begin tilting towards the right. Slowly but surely tilting. Your body follows. 

Tilting, tilting, tilting…

Until you finally fall over. 

A pair of arms catch you, strong and steady. A sharp contrast to the current cartwheels your head is deciding to do.

“You feeling okay there, madame president?” 

Your eyes narrow to focus. But that voice… you know that voice. The senior who you’ve been sent to tutor for the test he has this Friday. Otherwise, he may fail out of school entirely despite it being only October. And a star athlete can’t be failing.

“Chase?” 

“Yeah. You don’t look so good. You want to go get some air?” 

“I should go find Cherie or - or Ailise. Tell… tell her…” 

“Someone will let her know, yeah? Come on. Looks like you’re gonna be sick. The cold will help."

He hooks an arm around you and helps move you through the crowd of blurring colors. One person bleeds into another, costumes becoming nothing more than an abstraction of their original shapes. 

Sexy zombies are Picasso's of brown and green; people’s faces becoming a surrealist’s wet dream as you near; the whole world spinning and twisting enough to make even Natalia Yurchenko sick.

A sharp wall of cold air burns your face as you finally make it out into the cold of an Indiana Halloween. Nothing gets clearer, but everything definitely gets colder. 

Instead of stopping at the seats you know are set up in front of the fire someone started in the backyard, Chase keeps dragging you towards the tree line. 

“Where are you taking me?” You ask through heavy lips, trying to turn your head back towards the party. But it’s growing dark and no longer are there shapes, just swirls of colors.

Your vision just jumped from Picasso’s Les femmes d’Alger to Benglis’s Baby Contraband.

Figured you’d at least have some more surrealism or another form of vaguely human abstraction before it became entire blobs of nonsense. But whatever hit your system hit it fast. Even the moon, a beautiful crescent, is nothing more than a giant blurry white blob hidden behind just as blurry scrawls of black.

“Don’t worry about it, madame president.”

You try to tell him something, something about wanting to be near the fire, by people, but all your lips do is open and close a few times like a damn goldfish. 

“Her?” A second voice asks through the ever-growing buzzing in your head. 

The crunching of leaves begins to grow distant, miles and miles away. Everything just seems so… so far. Like you are on the moon or maybe even Mars. 

Chase has begun dragging you, your legs turned as heavy as lead but as weak as jelly. 

You expect him to complain, joke about you being careful, but he doesn’t. He just keeps his grip on you tight and drags you through the forest.

“Dude, it’s not like anyone is going to miss her,” a third voice replies.

The top of your feet hit a root, a stretch shooting up the front of your legs. A gasp leaves your lips but it seems not to bother Chase and whoever else is with you. 

“Isn’t she like student body president or whatever? People will notice.” Voice two.

“People won’t miss her though. No one even notices her most of the time and those who do are just annoyed. They voted for her to get her to shut up.” Voice three.

“I know I did.” Chase. 

A barely audible scream rips from your throat before you even feel the electric burning up your spine and through your toes or the crack of your skull. 

The sky clears a little. It’s still hazy, but the moon is a blurry crescent instead of just an out-of-focus light through a raindrop; the tree branches have some shape instead of all blending into each other; you can tell there are indeed four boys hovering over you. 

“Sacrifice needs to be alive, dick.” A fourth voice.

Sacrifice? 

Oh, fuck.

You thrash, the edges of the rock cruelly digging into your spine. While it would leave you terrified and scarred, you know you could crawl to that recluse and drunk of a police chief and explain what happened and something might happen to this group of dickheads if you get raped in these woods. 

There will be no your side if you get fucking murdered.

Your body just twitches, however, and nothing more than a whimper leaves your lips. Limbs too heavy, face too numb.

“Shut her up and tie her down.” Chase.

Something is shoved into your already slightly gaped open mouth. Cottony, salty. 

Hopefully not someone’s sock. Or underwear.

Just work to identify the voices. If you get out, you can identify them in court. Focus.

“Are we sure about this?” Voice two.

“We do this and it doesn’t work, someone who no one will even miss is gone. We do this and it works, we’re into our top choices with early admission, and full rides, we get it all boys. Come on.” Chase.

“Plus how easy will this be to blame on one of those freaks. Demonic sacrifice on Halloween?” Voice three.

“Are we sure about her though? What if she isn’t a virgin?” Voice two.

Virgin? No, you definitely aren’t one. But they don’t know that and there is no way to communicate that while gagged and drugged.

“Have you met her?” Voice four.

Sounds like they wouldn’t believe you anyway.

“Dude, just tie her down.” Chase.

One of them kneels by you, rope scratching against your right wrist first. It stings, burns, but you can’t even wince as your body refuses to react at all to anything. The best you can do is roll your head to where the body is beside you, making quick work of yanking your arms above your head to finish off tying them together. 

Your eyes catch those of Greg, someone whose mom begged you to help him over the summer, as his face nears yours. Voice two you assume. He looks hesitant and you try to hold the gaze, beg him, but he looks away and focuses on finishing off the knots. Your head lolls back towards the sky.

Chase. Greg. 

Which means voices three and four are probably Devin and Seth.

Who you assume must be Greg tries to pull your arms apart at the wrist as hard as he can. Another scream bubbles at your throat, rock clawing into your back and rope rubbing your skin raw as he does so. 

Once again, nothing more than a moan comes out and it is muffled by the gag.

“All tied down.” Greg.

Ripping reaches your ears, ever so softly, through the growing haze you are falling back into. Shivers run along your front. It takes a few seconds, until after one of them has reached to grope your chest, to realize that your shirt and bra have been hacked off from the front.

Hands tied, body drugged, mind hazy. 

All you can do is try to roll your head to see what they are trying to do. 

But the world is becoming like that really shitty polaroid Cherie gave you of her eye, far too close and completely indistinguishable, all over again.

“Cute tits.” Voice four.

“Virgin, Seth.” Voice three.

The hand is withdrawn.

Not that it matters, considering how little you can feel.

Chase. Greg. Seth.

Definitely Devin too.

The four star-athletes on the verge of failing out of Hawkins.

“Alright, here we go.” Chase. “We come here tonight to sacrifice the body of (y/n), of Hawkins, Indiana. In return we ask for our desires to be returned in full - early admission into our choice colleges with full scholarships, perfect grades this final year of high school, for us to find and keep the loves of our lives, and to have rich and successful lives. With the deepest malice and most gracious thanks, we offer this virgin to thee.”

What? They’re sacrificing you to… to do well in school?

Dear god what the fuck.

There is a pause and the sound of leather rubbing against metal can be faintly heard. A knife, dagger, something sharp.

“Alright, how many times do I stab her again?” Chase.

“It says stab her seven times.” Seth.

“Seven times? Not six?” Chase.

“It says seven.” Devin.

“Seven deadly sins, seven kings, seven heads of the whore of a Babylon… seven makes sense.” Greg. “What? Revelation 17, one through eighteen. You know?” 

“Oh, watch out boys, we got a biblical scholar over here.” Devin.

They laugh. 

The four of the laugh as if they haven’t got you tied down to a rock, shirt torn open, god knows what shoved into your mouth, knife or whatever hovering over you.

As if they aren’t just about to murder a fellow student to try and make it big. 

“Alright.” Chase. “I would say sorry but you’re about to make me very rich.” 

It goes through so far that the blade clinks against the stone below you. 

Heat like lava flows from your abdomen and cascades over you.

When did blood become this hot? It’s never felt this hot before. Never like fire leaving trails of desecration on your skin. Never like the devil choosing to dance on your skin in the cold of night, feet leaving a pattern of burns.

Never like burning alive.

Focus. Focus. Focus.

Somewhere else. Anywhere else. What else is there to focus on?

The moon? No. All you can see is one large white blur taking up nearly the entire sky. 

The night noises? No. It seems all the critters scattered as soon as they realized what was going to happen. 

The party in the distance? No. It’s like everyone left when you did. 

All that’s left is you, the rock beneath you, the dagger they’ve now stabbed through you three times with, and the four boys who thought killing a fellow student was a genius idea.

Maybe Cherie and Ailise would at least miss you. That would be nice. 

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” 

It repeats over and over and over in your head with each stab, the unfamiliar voice soothing you and distracting you from the pain. An angel, you suppose, if they really do exist. Or just a final hallucination to get you through the horror of death.

The seventh goes right through your heart, your body tensing up one last time.

“I’ve got you.”

—

You wake vomiting. 

On your hands and knees, rope burns on your wrist and mud matted to your head. It’s black and sludge-like and covers almost half the clearing. 

When you finally stop heaving, you sit up and tilt your head to the night sky. The crescent moon tickles your skin awake. It feels gentler than a feather and warmer than a midsummer’s sun.

You cry.

Flashes of the night interrupt the clenching in your gut, in your chest, in your soul. A flash of a solo cup, the world tilting, Chase asking if you’re okay, colors swirling, Greg’s eyes as he ties you down, discussions of sacrifices, 

“It says stab her seven times.” 

Reflexively, your hands grab at your stomach. 

No marks. No exposed muscle and fat. The blood is still smeared all over your stomach and even the rock you were left on when you glance back, the knife lazily tossed to the side, half-wrapped in strips of the shirt you had been wearing.

But no stab wounds. 

Not even one.

Forget seven.

But… it happened. It had to have. The dagger is there; the blood is there; you’re here, not at the party.

You crawl and grab the dagger. The tip is dulled where it hit the stone seven times, just as you remembered. It has a few rope fibers from where they apparently decided to untie you once you were… dead?

No. You couldn’t have died. If you did you wouldn’t be here right now. 

And that voice. That voice that spoke. 

“I’ve got you,” it had said, getting louder with each one. Every time you were stabbed, it repeated the phrase. 

“I’ve got you. 

I’ve got you. 

I’ve got you. 

I’ve got you. 

I’ve got you. 

I’ve got you. 

I’ve got you.”

The dagger cuts deep into your hand as you squeeze it tight in frustration. You hiss. Your fingers release their near-death grip to expose a long cut on both palms, running deeper than you expected.

In seconds, it seals shut as if it never existed in the first place.

“What the fuck,” you whisper.

A loud group of cheering echoes through the forest. It’s only 12:35 according to your watch.

It’s only been a little over an hour and a half.

You turn towards the party, where the music is loud and people are yelling in excitement still. Celebrating Halloween despite it now being November. 

Were they right?

Did anyone even notice you were gone?

Did anyone even care that you were just murdered in the woods but a half-mile away?

You doubt it. Cherie would move on after holding some sort of dramatic vigil. Ailise would say she had dibs on your things. But then the sympathy would end and so would their care.

Instead of heading back to the house where your friends are bound to still be, you turn to the right, heading towards the major road nearby to begin the six-mile walk home, the dagger gripped tight in your hand. 

The police chief wouldn’t believe this. Especially not without stab wounds.

No one will.

You’re just a dead girl walking with no proof but the knife and the rope burns. 

Which proves nothing but being tied down and your clothes cut off.

Sexual assault, you could claim. 

But not attempted murder. Not actual murder. No. 

Someone compliments your costume on the way home. Another calls you a slut for having your tits out. A third asks if you’d suck them.

You just keep walking, dagger gripped tight in your hand.

“I’ve got you,” the voice says one more time as you fall asleep that night, buried beneath every blanket you could find after scrubbing your skin raw. 

Only the scar above your heart remains, healed over already with skin so thick you aren’t sure anything could ever penetrate it again.

It’s a comfort. Whatever the voice is. 

The last thing you see as your eyes close is the blade glinting on the night stand, blood still covering most of it.

—

You don’t go to school the next day. No one calls to ask if you’re okay. 

Everything about you looks terrible, sick. Deathly even. Everything you eat turns into that sludge-like vomit. Everything hurts and everyone else seems inconsequential now.

The patch above your heart shrunk slightly. Like a top protective coat fading.

“Hey! She lives!” Cheri laughs when you do return to school on Wednesday.

“Like you would care,” you mumble, angrily switching your books.

“What was that?” 

You tilt your head past your locker door, eyes staring deeply into Cherie’s.

You once thought them to be black. So, so dark. Now they don’t look as dark. There is more to them. A hint of sandy beach in one corner of her right eye and a sliver of burning fire in the left. They’re deep, full of volume. Not dark.

“I said like you would care. You didn’t see me leave the party. Didn’t even bother checking in on me yesterday. I could have been dead on the side of the road and you wouldn’t have cared.” 

Cherie crosses her arms. “That’s not true and you know it.” 

Ailise steps in between you and Cherie. Everything of hers looks different too. One or two gray hairs you never noticed. A stray hair that you would have never seen before.

“We’re sorry, okay?” She begins, the movement in her lips exposing tiny cracks you swore weren’t there before. “We were shitty to you. You know Cher has been way too into that dickhead track runner and I just wanted to hook up with anyone. We were distracted.” 

“We swear to do better,” Cherie adds, voice having a slight quiver for the first time since her dog died when she was eight.

Your eyes carefully assess them. 

For the first time in your life, you can actually tell if they are lying or not. It’s not just a gut feeling that is inevitably overridden by your need to be liked. It’s like a detector of some kind. An aura around them almost.

“Okay. But fuck up again, and I will kill you.” 

You slam your locker so hard the lock bends.

You don’t notice until later, of course, when you return to switch out your books again and for the first time in years, following the first time in years you stayed home, you are late to class.

#ritual 777 #ritual 777 vibes #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #jennifers body au

[r-anela]

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!- YOU SMOKE?"

-not edited-

summary: Eddie Muson finds out you smoke and isn't really impressed. You and Eddie have known each other for a while, but he finds out by accident that you smoke.

pairing: reader x Eddie Munson  ( no gender mentioned, pet name princess used from Eddie)

word cound: 1,1k

warning: smoking cigarettes and weed, cursing, arguing, language (please let me know if I've forgotten anything).  (do not smoke, it is bad for you) 

Likes, comments and reblogs are always highly appreciated. 

Please note that english is not my native language <3

GIF is from @alinastarkhov 

Finally it was recess, you wanted nothing more than to escape the crazy world of high school. Only a few more weeks until graduation, hallelujah.  

You weren't an outsider at school, in fact most of the students liked you, but you just couldn't stand the hierarchy and grouping. In addition, the whole bullying, exclusion and insulting of certain groups of people.  

Unfortunately, some of your friends belonged to this group of people, Eddie and Dustin were especially on the radar of the jerks.  

Eddie because he was just Eddie, loud, hyper, said what he thought and he was a metalhead who also played D&D. Dustin because he looked at Eddie like a big brother and always stuck to him, also he was a total science nerd and on top of that he had cleidocranial dysplasia which many saw as a reason to tease him.  

Of course you always intervened when someone was teased, they left you alone, they knew you would make their lives hell.

You were in a really bad mood again and just wanted to come down and relax your nerves.  

The pack of cigarettes in your pocket rustled and the lighter in your hand felt heavy.

Finally you arrived at your place, it was a spot in the woods similar to where Eddie always sells his drugs.  

However, your place was even more hidden and quiet, there was no picknick bench here - just an old tree stump lying on the ground.

When you sat down on the tree stump, the world started to turn slower for you. Everything became quiet, you heard the birds chirping and small animals rustling in the underwood. You liked the smell that emerged from the forest, earthy, warm and fresh. It had rained during the night therefore the smell was more powerful than usual.  

You breathe in and out the forest breeze, it feels good.

Then you take the cigarettes out of your pocket, flip your second-to-last one out of the pack and light it.  

Immediately the air is filled with the scent of tobacco and burnt paper.  

You take one hit after the other and enjoy the silence. You close your eyes and lean back, facing the treetops.  

At that moment you heard a person moving through the forest, running in the direction of the school. So there was someone else in the forest and didn't want to be seen, you thought to yourself.  

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!- YOU SMOKE?" in your shock you almost swallowed your cigarette. "What the hell - Eddie Munson how dare you scare me like that!".

"Scaring you? Scaring you!! Jesus h. Christ! You're smoking- fucking bullshit. You out of all people!"  

" Eddie stop yelling at me like that, calm down, it's not like you don't smoke a lot more than I do" your face was splotched red with anger, not because Eddie had caught you smoking, but because he was yelling at you like he was going nuts. " You want me to calm down? Why should I calm down? Just because I smoke doesn't mean that it' okay for you to smoke!"  

"Eddie, how many times have I smoked a joint with you, please, have you forgotten?" " This is completely different!" He yelled, dropping his arms in frustration after throwing them up to point at you.  

" It isn't Eddie, both are unhealthy" you said to him calmly. That made him start up again" That's exactly why I don't want you to do that!" he waved his arms wildly through the air to draw your figure in the air.  

You sigh loudly and rolled your eyes, you so couldn't understand his problem. As if you didn't find it shitty that he smokes and deals. But you don't decide what he can and cannot do.  

"Eddie Muson, stop talking to me like that. I know you worry about me, and that's nice to know. I don't think everything you do is good either, and you know that.-You are welcome to care about me, but can you please do it at a different noise level?" Your voice was calm and clear.

Eddie blushed and looked embarrassed. He just mumbled " Sorry" and wobbled back and forth on the spot. You stood up and walked towards him, when you put your hands on his shoulders he stopped wiggling around. "Everything is okay Eddie, take a deep breath - and then we can talk about it properly, okay?" he nodded and you rubbed his arm. At that point he took your hand and pulled you back towards the tree trunk.

"Sorry again, I didn't mean to scare you and all-" he paused to take a deep breath "you're just important to me and I felt kind of betrayed, just because I didn't know and we know all about each other" at the last statement you looked at him crookedly. "Okay, maybe not everything, but a lot" Eddie began to smile.  

"Oh Eddie you are sometimes really a hothead" you shake your head smiling. Your now burned cigarette hung in your fingers like a memory. You waved it in Eddie's direction to make a point " As long as you do your stuff I don't like, I can smoke too. Is that a deal?" you looked at him with expectation. " Deal, but when I'm around only weed" " You are really hopeless, you and your weed".

You took the last cigarette out of the pack, held it in front of Eddie and said "This is the last one I'll smoke in front of you, because of the scare you gave me, you have to bear it now". You looked him provocatively in the eyes and winked at him.  

He just shook his head laughing, reached into his jacket and took out his lighter. He grabbed the cigarette from your fingers and put it in his mouth. He smiled lopsidedly and when you were about to protest, he lit it and put it between your slightly parted lips.

"Eddie Munson, you are hopeless" you mumble with the cigarette in your mouth.

You took a deep drag and then held it out to Eddie, like you usually do with the joints.  

He looked at you cross-eyed and took the cigarette " I would never have thought that I sit with YOU here in the forest on a tree stump and smoke" he said in disbelief. "Oh come on Eddie, just imagine we sit in your room and smoke a joint" he grimaced and you had to laugh heartily.  

Eddie would probably never come to terms with the fact that you smoke more than the 1-2 joints the month with him.  

Everyone else would be happy if you just smoked cigarettes.

#eddie x reader #eddiemunson x reader #reader x eddie munson #eddie munson fiction #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson × reader #st eddie munson #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson × you #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson story #eddie munson stranger things

[relocatedheads]

King Eddie Vs a Quickie

Summary: the title is self explanatory and these gifs make my brain race so ✨✨✨ plus the extra gif of him tugging the wires and he's looking up  Pairing: Eddie Muson X AFAB Reader  Trigger Warnings: smut  Content Warnings: fingering / abrupt motions / quickies / ripping clothes off / underwear in mouth / no verbal consent given /

tehehe my Eddie masterlist

You were sat lounging on your bed completing the essay for your English class so the abrupt opening of your bedroom door making you jump was an understatement. Storming into your room in an unknown hush was Eddie.

Usually this wouldn't cause such an eruptive reaction - he was known for turning up outta the blue to hang with you. But the viciousness in which he barged in was completely new. And how he was meant to hosting a campaign tonight: seeing him was not on your agenda.

"Oh- Hi." You greeted the boy, dropping your pen to give him your full attention. He slung himself on to your bed, sitting in font of your folded leg - one was tucked at a 90 degree angle and the other was on top left at full length as you were scaled within the scatter cousin of your bed.

He seemed preoccupied, as though he had 5 minutes to do an hours task. The force of his sitting caused his hair to sway wildly, he tugged the pen and class book out your hand, slinging them elsewhere on your bed, quickly moving hiself to straightening out your leg, lifting the bottom of your top up and holding your belt.

"Well hello to you too-" You're laughing in shock, everyone knew the kid lived in the moment but you'd never seen him like this.

"Shh" He spoke, fingers looping around your belt undoing it, "I've got 10 minutes."

"Eds-"

"I couldn't go my whole day without paying her a visit." He'd got your belt undone, and the buttons of your jeans undid too, he was now speaking while you hoisted your hips and he tugged the clothing down. His personification of your private caused you to laugh.

"You're so dramatic-" Your jeans were now on the floor, and he had his hands between your legs parting them. True to his dramatic nature, he ripped the edges of your panties in too much of a rush to take them off in their typical way.

He smiled down at you, putting the ripped fabric between his teeth. If you weren't laying down you would've fell down at the movement. He knew what he was doing. You couldn't help the whine that bubbled in your throat - very thankful that earlier you decided to play a cassette rather loudly in your room.

With very minimal warning, Eddie ran his fingers around your thighs and through your lips - one buried on each side, stroking your your clit. You gasped, feeling your arousal drop out of you.

He moved back down and toyed with your sopping entrance, huffing a laugh to himself. He rubbing his now wet finger up to your clit, moving it side to side.

His movements were quick and unforgiving. His fingers were moving as though he was going to get the best price in the world if he could break you in record time.

After he'd got a handful of heavy breaths, whimpers and gasps out of you. He shoved his finger inside of you. He'd fingered you enough now to know the map of your insides better than yourself. He could probably guide a stranger in your hole with his eyes closed. Once you'd gotten comfy around his finger - more like him thrusting it and as deep as he could at a steady pace - he pulled out. The gasp you let out was completely pornographic.

He changed to his middle finger, doing the same motions as before. A deep insert and an abrupt removal - he did this maybe 4 times. With all his fingers out of you, he lined his 2 now soaking appendages to your hole.

You couldn't look away from him. This was the quietest he'd ever been - his brain clearly elsewhere. He knew talking turned you on like nobody's business and being directed and told all was the key to getting you wobbly but something about his direct unforgiving persona did the exact same.

His face was straight, his eyes glued to the corner of the room - his typical concentration face - as he guided his two fingers into you. The usually ping and stretch remained. You'd grabbed his forearm trying to ground yourself. And to silently remind him he was always too big for you. He got them in up to the second fold in his finger and began to roll them, making a come here motion.

You instantly retracted your stomach and tensed, doubling over slightly. Eddie nodded slightly to himself, pulling them in and out very very slightly. You moaned under him. "Oh-oh my god!"

He inserted his fingers all the way in, head turning to the side as he was clearly determined to find something deep inside of you. The rough movements caused a long string of gasps and whimpers to fall out of you, the odd chant of his name too.

Any other time he tried to pull a move on you when your parents were home, you were so on board with keeping you both silent but this time everything went out the window. The music hid the sloshing sounds, Eddie's huffy breathing and your moans and groans well under it.

Determined to find your realise but unable to fully concentrate thanks to your whore-ish sounds, Eddie stopped his movement pulling his fingers out of you unexpectedly - causing a huge gasp to rip out of your chest. The feeling was awful: the emptiness, the muscle spasms, the way his fingers hit your pelvis on the way out. Eddie huffed a sigh out his nose, using the hand that was just inside of you, he pulled your panties out of his mouth and stuffed them into yours. "Shh" He spoke while doing so.

The small versions of you inside your brain were melting! You could feel the blood dissipating - you doubt your boyfriend had every looked his hot.

Again, warningless, he inserted both fingers back inside you all the way this time. You whimpered a round the damp material. Eddie was straight faced, his head turned to this side again and his eyes moving around like their reading the map yourself. His fingers were fading in and out of you at a steady, speedy, deep, rough pace. His free hand momentarily brushed your clit - releasing some of the growing pressure you had.

The action caused your back to arch and your hips to thrust. Eddie removed his hand off your clit and held your hips down - almost to tell you he was in full control, that he had a task to do and only he could do it.

You swore you were going to faint.

Eddie moved the angle of his fingers: from deep fast thrusts to allowing them to rest inside of you. He leaned over you a slight bit more - a lot of his body weight now leant onto the hand was on your hip which oddly added to the pleasure you felt. He pressed the base of his palm to your clit area and began to move his whole hand up and down - in a sort of glittering motion, curling his fingers inside of you, brushing and pushing themselves impossibly deeper to try hit your spot.

You could feel the base of his rings against your hole, the small calluses of his palm adding a delightful texture to your clit and the general heat of him. Everything was getting too much.

Eddie tensed his face slightly - all too accustomed to the way you squeeze the life outta anything in you when you were about to cum - quickening his movements and the deepness of them as he was determined to get the reaction out of you he came for.

Feeling it too, you squeezed your eyes shut, bringing your legs up. Eddie removed his hand from your hip and pressed your calve into the back of your thigh, allowing himself to be more rough and causing you to fall over the desired edge.

Your muscles all seemed to tense and gutter - he didn't give in though. You were gasping and whimpering around your underwear. Eddie continued his attack on you until your breaths had levelled out to the a semi normal degree and you were closing your legs around his arm.

Due to his typically cheeky personality, he kept going that little bit more, pushing you further than you normally go. You shot up grabbing his wrist, "No no- no more- please-" He stopped after a few seconds, pushing your legs back down and removing his fingers from you.

In your panting state, he pulled your panties out of your mouth and shoved his soaked fingers inside - you squealed at the rushed movements.

After sucking yourself off him - there was a lot, even you were surprised - he sucked his fingers quickly then whipped then on the panties. Again, if you were stood, you would've fallen.

He leaned over you, putting his palms to your cheeks pulling you up and planting one the most heaviest love filled kissed to your lips that you'd ever received. You instantly melted even more under him. He released the kiss with a "mwah."

He sighed, "Ah, I needed that! Thank you!" With a kiss to the forehead and you hair tucked behind your ears, he let you go and stood up, leaving without a formal goodbye. You were left for words, not even sure your brain as still working.

You heard him pound down the stairs shouting a bye to your mother, claiming he only had to drop off a book. The bull face lie left you breathily giggling to yourself.

#teehehe #im a fend #this was so self indulgent #Eddie munson #Eddie Munson stranger things #stranger things 4 #Eddie minors x reader #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson fanfic #joesph Quinn smut #joesph quinn #stranger things smut #Eddie Munson one shot #teehee

[olliegracefics]

there was a knock on the musons door Wayne got up slowly and opened the door standing on the door step was a beat up billy Hargrove Wayne wasted no time bringing the boy inside he pointed at the couch and billy sat Wayne opened eddies door

“Eddie wake up”

Eddie rolled over bleary eyed,

“Mmm?”

“Billy got hurt again”

Eddie was out of bed scrambling after Wayne who was grabbing the first aid kit billy still didn’t fully trust Wayne so Eddie cleaned him up

“What happened babe?”

“Got into a fight with him again about my attitude to max he brought it up so I got angry not like he cares or notices that I’m trying to be better so the fucker hit me”

Wayne unfolded his arms grabbing the bat near the door

“Wayne what are you doing?”

“I am tired of Neils behaviour if he keeps this up he might step to far no he will one day I’m not gonna let that happen”

he was off out the front door the engine of his car started

“What’s he gonna do?”

billy asked

“He’s gonna threaten Neil”

“Your uncle is one crazy fucker”

There was a heavy knock at the door Neil glanced up Susan already standing to answer it she opened the door

“I’m sorry to bother you this late at night”

“Oh no it’s fine Wayne is there something you need?”

“I need to speak you your husband”

Susan glanced at the baseball bat and stepped aside Wayne walked into the living room and Neil stood

“Wayne want brings you here at this time of the night?”

“Your real fuck in the head aren’t you”

“Excuse me?”

“Laying your hands on your son on your flesh and blood”

“I have no idea what your talking about Wayne”

“You don’t do you then why is billy sitting on my couch beaten bloody huh I’m not stupid Neil Hargrove I’ve seen abuse”

Wayne pointed at him with the bat

“Next time I see bruises on that kid your either gonna see social workers at your door or me understand?”

Neils face clouded with rage

“You think you can come INTO MY HOUSE THREATEN ME OVER HOW I DISIPLNE MY SON HOW DARE YOU”

Neil took a step forward towards Wayne

“I wouldn’t it I were you”

Wayne nodded at the kitchen behind Neil and he turned his head max was standing there in one of Billy’s shirts a slightly terrified look on her face

“Social workers or me take your pick Neil Hargrove and pick wisely”

and with that he left when he arrived back home there were 3 boys on his couch Steve had arrived only a minute before they looked up as he walked in

“How are you not dead?”

billy said Wayne smiled

“He was gonna try something but max was there he changed his mind”

It was silent

“Wayne?”

Steve asked

“Mm?”

“Movie?”

Wayne chuckled

“Of course”

#wayne munson #billy hargrove #max mayfield #fuck neil hargrove #eddie munson #billy x steve #billy x eddie #harringroveson #stranger things

[thegrimreaper-probably]

Sad story ahead!

Steve Harrington x dying reader.

Summary: The mall scene! Reader and Billy are half siblings bc Neil cheated on your mom with Billy’s mom. Steve and you are dating

Warning! Talks about seeing ghost and bunch of trauma. This does talk/ imply that you were suicidal! Talk is that in the song says suicide in your arms tonight. Implying that you didn’t care about dying. (Which neither do I but I don’t know if that suicidal)

Based of the song Arms Tonite by Mother Mother

“Y/N!” I yell as she block Billy from the Mind Flayer. I run over to her and ignore everything.

“Y/n?” I hold her body in mine as she’s covered in blood.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’ll be okay. We’ll get out of here.”

“Steve-.”

“Shh save your energy.” I take my shit off and try to stop the bleeding.

“Baby I’m not gonna make it. Please just keep Max safe.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

“I know Billy can but just help him.”

“Billy needs you. I need you!” She pushes the shirt off and I hold her back in my arms. I know she right but I don’t want too.

“I know but at- least I died in your arms.”

“No your not.”

“I love you.”

“Please- what about all the promises we made?” She kiss my cheek with the last of her strength.

“Please I need you.” She smiles sadly and her eyes get tired.

“Y/n I love you too.” She slowly falls limp in my arms as I hug her closer.

“Y/n?” Max asks as tears run down her face as she holds Billy’s body. She screams and Lucas holds her tight as both her step siblings were died.

Steve finally found out why you hated your dad. He was abusive to you and Billy. The dick had tried to sell your guys stuff. Steve bought it all and made sure Max had gotten whatever she wanted from you guy. At the funeral where your mother came to see you for the first time scene you moved here.

You never said your feelings on her but Steve thinks it would be anger now. Your mother was beautiful looked a lot like you which broke his heart even more. Yet she left you with Neil which if she maybe just hadn’t you’d be alive right now.

The worst of all was he still saw you. The funeral you and Billy had been sitting with Max as she cried. He saw you with Billy never alone. A constant reminder as to why he blamed himself.

Then it seemed everyone but him and Max moved on. Dustin was friends with Eddie Muson who now everyone thinks is a murder. Which at first he thought the same, but Vacna or whatever had been killing people. Which now he’s trying to get Max.

“Max please just listen to me.” I say as put batteries in the walker.

“Steve I don’t need you.” She grabs the walker and walks off.

“Max I need to do it for us.” I stand in front of her way.

“I can do it myself!” Max had problems with anger just like Billy. So did Steve but your problem was not caring about death. Not caring what happened to you as long as everyone else was happy. Some sad twisted joke life had on them.

“Max just let me-!” Suddenly I wasn’t in the house. I was at the mall with you.

“Y/n!” I run to her and hug her.

“I fell hard in your arms that night, it was nice. I died in your arms that night. I slipped through into the afterlife, It was nice. White light in your arms that night. I lost sight in your arms that night, It was nice.” She says and breaks the hug.

“Wasn’t so nice for me.” I say angry.

“Hey, you, don't you think it's kinda cute? That I died right inside your arms that night.” Y/n says.

“Y/n I know this isn’t you but I can’t live without you.”

“Really? Because I cried in the afterlife. I cried hard because I have died and you're alive! I tried to escaped the afterlife, I tried hard to get back inside your arms alive.” As she yelled she become bigger and more demonic.

“I don’t want to die with you upset at me. Please?”

“That I fell hard in your arms. I went and died in your arms that night. I fell in your arms tonight. Suicide in your arms.”

“I’m sorry.”

“That I'm fine even after I have died because it was in your arms I died.” Suddenly I’m back home. With everyone screaming as tears stream down my face.

“No- no- no.” I mumble over and over.

“Harrington no what?” Eddie asks.

“FUCK!” I throw a vase at a wall and everyone jumps back.

“You saw her, didn’t you?” I fall down the wall and hug myself and rock. I sob and sob till I feel a hand.

“It was nice.” I look up to see her and whimper.

“Stop it!” I yell at her.

“Steve? Who are you talking too?” Dustin asks.

“STOP TORTURING ME! STOP IT!” Max then hug him as I watch. Billy holding me with a sigh.

“I hate this.” I mumble out.

“I know.” He says.

“I can’t help him. I can’t hold him. I can’t kiss him.” I start to cry.

“Shh.” He says as he rubs back.

“Billy I can’t do this anymore.”

“Hey. Look at me.” I take my faces off his shoulder and look at him.

“We’re gonna make it through this, together. Just like we’ve always said. We’ll move to Cali when your ready. We can go ghost surfing or something. Steve and Max are going to be okay, it takes time.”

“Their just turning into us Billy. Steve doesn’t care about himself and Max has all this anger.”

“It takes time.”

“How much time Billy? Because we died because of it!”

“N/n I don’t know but just trust me on it.” He holds me as I sob with Steve.

“Steve I’m sorry.” Max says after hours of me sobbing and yelling.

“It’s my fault. If I didn’t tell her back then.”

“I think about it everyday but Y/n and Billy were so close. I don’t think she would live without him.” She says leaning into me.

“How do you do it?” I ask after a pause of silence.

“Do what?”

“Not cry everyday.”

“I like to think there in heaven surfing on a big beach. They’re probably just alone but are so happy. They can be free now. Free from Neil, free from this place, free from the monsters. But I know y/n sad, she misses us. She probably watches you and feels so bad. Bad that she caused this pain, bad that she couldn’t have been stronger, bad that she broke the person’s heart that healed her own. Though Billy’s with her, cheering her up. Telling her it takes time and he’ll be better soon.” She’s says as sits up.

“When we were at the funeral. I saw them, together. They had sat down with you, hugging you and I keep seeing them. I don’t know which ones are real or fake or even if I’m going crazy.”

“Do you see them now?” I look at Steve at the small sliver of hope.

“No.” I shred a tear and whimper as I fall into Billy’s arms.

It’s short but mm I kinda like it.

#Spotify #steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #dead reader #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove x sister!reader #ghost reader #warning mention of suicidal behavior #warning very sad #max mayfield

[panickinganakin]

the weight of you

a steddie oneshot in which they connect when steve has to give eddie a ride home. 

a/n: this fic mentions blood, death etc. it is intended for mature readers only. this fic does not have a hea. 

4.4k words

Steve remembered the first time he met Eddie Muson. Dustin had joined the Hellfire Club and he was all Steve heard about for weeks. He was a little jealous but he would never admit that to anyone out loud. The first time he actually met him though was when he and Dustin had come into Family Video to rent a movie one night.

“Hellfire is having movie night, we need something good.” Dustin said after slamming his fists down on the counter.

“Trying to break my property won’t get you anything, Henderson.”

“And asking this dingus won’t get you a good movie, follow me.” Robin walked to the other side of the counter and Dustin followed her.

Steve looked at Eddie who was lingering at the counter. He had his hands stuffed into his denim vest and Steve crossed his arms, “So, you’re Eddie?”

“Wounded, Steve Harrington. Do you not remember us having chemistry together?”

Steve watched as Eddie shifted his weight from one leg to the other. Steve shook his head, “I don’t remember anything from chemistry.”

“That’s okay, I don’t really either.” He gave Steve a half smile then looked around the store before taking a step toward the black VHS rack closest to the register. “Employee recommendations,” he read.

For whatever reason Steve started to feel a little nervous. He didn’t want Eddie to see what was under Steve’s section. What if he thought the picks were lame? Why did Steve even care? “Uh, they just kinda stick whatever over there,” Steve said cooley, rocking back on his heels.

Eddie turned back to look at him with a grin, “So. The Goonies isn’t your number one pick?”

Steve felt his face turning warm and he shrugged, “Oh, I don’t know. It’s pretty good but-“

“But it was just stuck there?” Eddie asked, stepping to the section where Robin’s choices were.

Steve scrunched his nose then rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was jealous of this guy; he was sort of a douche. “It’s just a movie man.”

“And I’m only kidding, man. Hm, Dustin said you were sensitive. I just wanted to see for myself.”

Steve moved his head back, a little offended and scoffed quietly, mumbling under his breath. “Got one!” Dustin announced, joining them back at the counter.

After that first night he had thought about the encounter often. Until eventually he brought it up to Robin.

“I don’t even know why I care what he thinks. He’s just a friend of Dustin’s. He’s not even my friend.” Steve told Robin.

“I think it’s because he’s Dustin’s friend that you care. I think that you are worried that Henderson is going to replace you on his totem pole. You are worried that Munson is gonna kick you down a few notches.”

Steve scoffed at his friend and turned on his blinker to turn left. Even though he graduated the previous year he still woke up every morning to take Robin to school. Robin was his best friend and it was nice having someone to talk to. “I don’t care if Henderson likes Munson better than me. He’s a kid anyways…  Besides, that would never happen. Dustin and I have been through so much together; there’s no way he’d pick him.”

“Why would he need to pick?” Robin asked. She unclicked her seatbelt and put her hand on the door. “Listen. Henderson would never replace you. He loves you, dingus. You worry too much. Now, I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

“Fine.” Steve waved Robin out the door and pulled away from the school. The truth was Steve was scared of being replaced by Eddie. Steve was always scared of being replaced. It was like his own personal hell he lived with. He was no longer friends with two of the people he used to be closest to. Not that Tommy and Carol mattered; they were assholes. But, still. Then, he had been replaced by Nancy. Steve was happy for her and Jonathan of course but it was still a loss that stayed with him. He had only ever felt replaceable or overlooked. Insignificant. So, yes. He was terrified of not being important to Dustin anymore.

Thursday’s Robin had band practice after school so he worked at the video store alone. Luckily it worked out because Thursday’s were the slowest nights of the week. Steve was organizing the snack display behind the glass when he heard the bell to the store chime. He looked up and noticed Eddie walking in. He stood up the display and nodded toward him. “Munson.”

“Harrington, how goes it?” He asked, walking toward the counter.

Steve noticed that he wasn’t in his attire he had been last time. The denim vest and leather jacket were both gone. He was wearing light colored jeans with holes in the knees and grease marks all over them. His shirt was a cream colored camel shirt that had seen better days. There were tiny holes all in it and it was cropped at the hem, exposing the skin above Eddie’s waistline.

Steve looked down at the register, worried about staring at Eddie. His heart rate seemed to quicken. What the fuck? What the fuck? Eddie Munson was hot. He had just thought that in his head. He had never thought a guy was attractive before, had he? “You good?” Eddie asked.

Steve scolded himself; Eddie had asked him a question but he had been too flustered to even speak. “Uh, yeah I’m good. Sorry. It’s fine.. Things.. Are slow. As they typically are here on  Thursdays. What are you.. Uh, doing?” Steve looked up at Eddie, who had the same grease on his pants running down his forearms.

“Well. I was on my way here earlier when my van broke down. I tried to fix the piece of shit but eh, I’m gonna need a part. I know it’s a lot to ask but do you think you could give me a ride home maybe?”

That was the first time Steve had seen him since he had come into the store with Dustin. It was also the first time they really hung out.

“So, this is your place?” Steve asked, shutting his car door behind him, staring at the trailer.

Eddie was walking up the steps and he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, “Yeah. It’s not spectacular or anything. Probably really pales in comparison to what you go home to everyday. But, nonetheless, it is home.”

Steve followed him through the front door and looked around. It was nothing like he was used to, Eddie was right about that. It felt better. It felt lived in and like it was actually a home. There were personalized touches everywhere. There were hates, guitar tab books, guitar picks… Just a lot of things Steve’s mom would have thrown away if he had left them laying out. “Thanks for the ride,” Eddie told Steve for the thirteenth time, holding a beer out to him.

Steve took the can and popped it open, “Feel free to have a seat. I’m gonna go shower all this grease and shit off.”

Steve took a long sip of the beer and cringed. He never understood why he or anyone else drank this shit. It quite literally tasted like piss. Steve could hear the water down the hall turning on so he took the opportunity to look around.

There were a few photos scattered around of Eddie when he was young and who. Steve assumed, was his uncle. They were sitting under a large red umbrella, squinting from the sunlight. There was a large plate of hotdogs on the table in front of them and two cans of coca-cola. Eddie was smiling big and his uncle had an arm thrown around him.

His curiosity continued to get the better of him and he made his way down the hall, pushing open the last door that was already cracked. He could see a guitar mounted on the wall and a pile of books on a dresser. The bed sheets were twisted and messy and there were multiple tshirts on the floor. A denim vest and leather jacket were thrown across the bed and Steve knew it was Eddie’s room for sure now.

He stepped the rest of the way inside and walked over to the small desk. There was a beat up copy of a book titled ‘The Fellowship of the Ring’ and a notebook open next to it. Steve trailed a finger from the book to a small glass bowl full of guitar picks. He shuffled them around. Most of them were black, red or navy but there was one yellow one that was sort of transparent. It was different from the rest and Steve liked how it looked.

“Finding anything good?” Eddie’s voice startled Steve.

He took a step away from the desk and turned to the door quickly. He had to swallow. Eddie was standing in the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was dripping water at the ends down his chest. Steve stared at him and tried to come up with something to say but he was completely speechless. “Uh-h. Yellow.”

“Yellow?” Eddie raised an eyebrow heading toward his closet.

Steve watched the muscles in his back flex as he lifted his arms to pull a tshirt over himself. He pulled a pair of boxers from a drawer and Steve swallowed hard, turning to face the wall. “The yellow guitar pick, I like it.” He tried to keep himself completely composed.

“Is that your favorite color or something?”

Steve didn’t even know what to say. He just nodded at the wall, “Yup.”

“Do you play?” Eddie asked.

Steve could see Eddie grabbing the guitar off the wall in his peripherals so he had guessed he had dressed now. He turned to see Eddie in the shirt and the boxers he had slid on. Steve felt his cheeks heat. “Uh. No, I'm musically inept.” Steve laughed lightly.

Eddie sat on the side of his bed, “Hand me a pick,” he told Steve.

Steve grabbed the yellow one and passed it to Eddie. Eddie held it between his fingers and started to pick softly at the strings. He did this for a few minutes, stringing together melodies that Steve couldn’t place. Steve remembered Dustin saying once that Eddie was in a band so it was probably their music. “You gonna sit, Harrington? Or you gonna stand the whole time?”

Steve took the few short steps to Eddie’s bed and sat at the other end, staring at him. He had never felt so fucking out of his element. He felt so fucking strange. He wasn’t gay. Why was he feeling fucking wrecked right now? He wasn’t gay. Right? Was he? Steve didn’t even know if he was gay. He didn’t know if Eddie was gay. Steve sucked in a quiet breath; Eddie probably thought he was fucking crazy right now.

“Here, hold her like this,” Eddie told Steve, passing over his guitar. Steve took the guitar and felt panic swell inside of him. What if he looked dumb? What if he wasn’t able to play it? He didn’t want to look dumb in front of Eddie.

Then again, why did it matter if he looked dumb in front of him? Steve’s head was swimming with thousands of thoughts and he was trying to push them all away as Eddie handed the yellow pick to him. Steve took it and realized his hands were shaking. He need to calm the fuck down.

“So far so good. Now, you’re gonna wanna put your hand like this,” Eddie held out his hand in front of himself so Steve could see. Steve’s brain was moving so quick he just stared at Eddie’s hand dumbfounded. He hadn’t noticed all the veins in his arm before. His mouth started to feel dry. He moved his hand slightly and Eddie chucked, “No. Like this.”

Eddie pulled his legs up on the bed and positioned himself so he was on his knees. He moved behind Steve and put his left hand on top of Steve’s moving his fingers for him. Steve went completely still as he felt Eddie’s chest against his back. He could feel Eddie breathing on his neck; heat spread through Steve. He was thankful Eddie was behind him because he was sure his cheeks were red. “Yeah, just like that. Now, do this,” Eddie instructed softly, moving Steve’s hands on the guitar again.

The two of them had spent the rest of that night with Steve trying to learn the basics of guitar playing. Steve left Eddie’s more confused than ever. He was terrified of the way he had felt around Eddie and even more scared that he had been making up all the tension and heavy breathing Eddie had been doing.

Eddie coming into Family Video on Thursday’s had been a regular occurrence after that. He would come in before closing and he and Steve would pick out a movie together. Then, Steve would go back to his trailer with him and Eddie would teach him a few more things on the guitar. None of the other times had been like the first time Steve had gone over there. Not until a month into their Thursdays.

“That movie was awful,” Steve groaned, closing his eyes and smacking his hand to his forehead.

Eddie was on the couch beside him laughing, “It wasn’t that bad. You just have to look at it with an artistic eye.”

Steve opened an eye to give a sideways glance at Eddie. He was wearing a black sweater that was tattered around the collar. Looking at him made Steve’s palms sweat. “Eddie Munson. You are so pretentious.”

“Oooh, good one, Harrington. Did Dustin teach you that last time you two practiced vocabulary together?” Eddie cracked a huge grin.

Steve rolled his eyes and picked up the pillow that was in between the two of them on the couch and chucked at him.

Eddie caught it by the corner and threw it back at Steve. Steve went to smack it away but missed, causing him to fall forward. Eddie grabbed his arm and wrapped his other around his chest just before Steve could fall completely off the couch and hit the coffee table. He yanked Steve up quickly and they were face to face.

Steve stared at Eddie’s big brown eyes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. His eyes were so big and pretty. It was something that Steve had thought so much since they had started hanging out. Steve didn’t pull from Eddie. Eddie didn’t move either. They just sat there, inches apart.

Eddie finally moved his head forward, crashing his lips against Steve’s. Steve didn’t move for a moment. He was terrified. Then. It sort of hit him; how right it felt. The tension in him ebbed and he slouched against Eddie. He let his hands move behind Eddie, tangling his fingers in his hair.

Eddie made a soft groaning noise into Steve’s mouth and Steve’s heart felt like it was going to explode.

Okay, fine. Maybe he was gay.

Eddie pushed against Steve softly, making him lay back against the couch. Eddie’s lips moved quickly as if he was hungry. Steve matched his pace. He was terrified of it ending so he wanted everything to happen before it could stop. Eddie’s hands cupped Steve’s face and Steve couldn’t stop the small noise that escaped from him.

Eddie pulled away slightly and looked down at Steve, “I fucking it knew it.”

He pressed his lips back against Steve’s. Steve was confused but he couldn’t think about much with Eddie’s mouth and body against his.

After that night… Well.. Steve had been afraid it would end, but, It hadn’t. They were spending every Thursday together plus whatever other days they could without being suspicious to others. It wasn’t that they wanted to hide it.. They just… They wanted it to remain their thing. Plus, it just seemed like it would take a lot of explaining. Like how did they go from being snippy with one another to making out and constantly wanting to be together?

Steve liked Eddie. Really liked Eddie. He was awakening parts of him he hadn’t even known existed. Eddie made him happy. He was kind, caring and patient. He always let Steve nap laying  on his chest. He played songs for Steve, he read Tolkien to Steve.. He was perfect and Steve was in love to say the least.

However, with all good things. There were sometimes bad things. Steve remembered their first argument too.

“You know what’s crazy?” Eddie asked, straightening up the videos in the horror section.

“Hmm?” Steve asked, wiping down the counter.

Eddie always met Steve right before closing and helped straighten everything up so Steve could get out faster. “Chrissy Cunningham asked me about buying weed today.”

Steve scoffed, putting away some of the videos that had been returned that day. “Like goody two shoes Chrissy?”

“Yup. But, a customer is a customer.”  Eddie’s voice was so nonchalant it immediately irritated Steve.

“You aren’t going to sell to her, are you?” Steve knew Eddie’s income was based on the weed; that didn’t bother him. However, the idea of Eddie selling to her was unsettling.

“What o you mean? I’m supposed to meet with her tomorrow.”

“Eddie.”

“Steve? Are you jealous or something?”

Steve looked at Eddie and anger washed over him. “Really? Jealous? No. I’m not jealous. I’m concerned. She’s a fucking church priss. What if you do this and it’s like a set up or something? You sell to her and she runs and tells? Then what? You go to jail? You miss graduation again? Her parents press charges? Literally anything could happen.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide before he gave Steve a sideways grin, “Steve. I think you’re being a little dramatic. I’ve sold to athletes and church prisses before, okay? It’s going to be fine.”

“Really? That’s it? I’m telling you I’m uncomfortable with something and you’re just gonna brush it off and tell me I’m being dramatic? For what? Twenty bucks?”

“Jesus H, Harrington. It’s not like you’re my boyfriend or anything-” Eddie stopped mid sentence and Steve sucked in a breath.

This is exactly what he was scared of. What if after all this he had been just another thing to Eddie the way he was to everyone else? Just a fling… Or Eddie trying to figure himself out? Steve felt sick.

Eddie took a step toward Steve, “Steve I didn’t mean that.”

“It’s fine. You already said it. In fact. I think you should just go.”

“Steve. Don’t act like that. I really didn’t mean it. It’s just… I promise; I know how to look out for myself.”

Steve turned away from him and gathered the rest of the VHS tapes that were on the counter. “Goodnight, Eddie.”

“Really? That’s all I get?”

“What did you want? I tried to communicate my feelings with you and you said I was being dramatic-”

“Steve. I didn’t mean what I said.”

Steve kept walking, placing the videos in their correct places. He could hear the chains on Eddie’s pants hitting against one another as he kept pace behind him. “Steve. Steve. Fucking look at me Steve.”

Steve turned on his heel but before he could get a word out Eddie had his face in his hands, pulling him closer. His lips covered Steve’s and he melted. Eddie pulled away, looking into his eyes. “I’m sorry that I said that. I know what we are. I know how I feel about you. And I hope it’s how you feel about me too.. I just.. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

The day after that though… That’s when things became hard. He had picked Dustin up from the DnD campaign and dropped him off. Things seemed good. Dustin was as chatty as normal and when he dropped him out he told Steve goodnight. Steve had gone home and went to bed since he had to open the next morning.

Dustin had come into Family Video the next morning with Max and the two of them were frantic. They had told him and Robin about everything and Steve had felt so sick the whole time they called around. His mouth was dry and his hands were shaking. He just wanted Eddie to be okay.

When  they had finally found them and they had a second alone Steve had punched his arm.

“I fucking told you not to do that drug deal, Eddie!” Steve whisper-yelled at his idiot boyfriend in front of him.

“Steve.. Respectfully, shut up. I know that. I knew I shouldn’t have. I knew you didn’t want me to and I’m sorry I didn’t respect that. It’s just- she was so upset, Steve. She looked like she had really been going through something.” Eddie staggered back against the wall, running his hands over his face. “I didn’t think she would end up dead on my ceiling.”

“I know… I’m sorry. We’ll fix this,” Steve encouraged, his brain already searching for solutions to their problem like it always did.

“How? Everyone thinks I’m a murderer.”

“You aren’t though,” Steve frowned, reaching for Eddie’s hand.

“Explain that one to the town. Gay, satanic cult leader murderers church girl. Headlines. I can see ‘em now.”

Steve fought off a frown and sighed. “We’re going to fix this.. I’m just glad you’re okay. I was so fucking worried we wouldn’t find you.” Steve’s voice cracked and Eddie frowned, running his hand down Steve’s face.

“Harrington.. Did you think I would just leave you?”

“I.. I didn’t know what was going to happen.”

Eddie leaned forward to kiss Steve’s forehead before they pulled away from each other. The shed door opened and Dustin glanced between the two of them. “Are you coming, or?”

The few days after that had been the hardest for them. They were trying so hard to get to the bottom of everything while keeping Max alive and proving Eddie’s innocence. It was a whirlwind. They had spent a lot of time talking at night when everyone else was asleep. Steve wanted to tell Eddie so badly that he loved him. It had been a little over two months since their first time hanging out and he was still worried of scaring Eddie away so he bit down on the phrase; holding it in.

The weight of holding on to a fucking sentence.

Then; that night came. The night where they fought Vecna.

Steve and Eddie nailed a piece of wood into the trailer. Everyone else was around the front, finishing up their nail-in-the-trailer tasks. “I wish I was getting to watch you shred out there.”

“It sucks for you, you’re gonna miss a hell of a performance.” Eddie laughed lightly, stuffing his hands into his vest.

“Listen. Just.. Be mart, okay?” Steve asked him. Eddie nodded and looked around, checking for others. He pressed a quick kiss against Steve’s lips.

He followed Eddie back around front. “Guys listen, if things here start to go south. I mean, at all, you abort. Okay? Draw the attention of the bats. Keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute or be a hero or something. Okay? You guys are just-” Steve was starting to feel panicky. He was worried about leaving Dustin and Eddie behind.

“Decoys?” Dustin interjected. Don’t worry. You can be the hero, Steve.”

“Absolutely, I mean, look at us. We are not heroes.” Eddie said in a low tone.

Steve nodded at Eddie; he wanted to tell him that wasn’t true. Eddie was a hero. He was a hero and a good person, he needed to know. But, they were running out of time. He turned back toward Nancy and Robin. “Hey, Steve.” Eddie said.

Steve backed around and could see Eddie swallow nervously. He stayed silent for a few moments, his eyes scanning the rest of the group. “Make him pay,” was all he said. Steve knew what he had wanted to say, though. He was going to say I love you. Steve knew it. And it felt like an ‘I love you’ to him. Steve gave him a small nod of understanding before turning back towards the woods.

Steve knew now how different things should have gone then. Everything changed after that moment.

“Dustin! Dustin!” Steve screamed as he ran through the woods. He had to make it back to the two of them. He couldn’t hear anything. Dustin finally came into view and Steve stopped abruptly. Dustin knelt on the ground, rocking back and forth holding a body.

Eddie’s body.

“Eddie! Eddie!” Steve’s voice ripped from his throat as he pushed forward. He fell to knees in front of Dustin and grabbed Eddie, shaking him. “Eddie! Come on man! Dustin! What happened?”

Dustin was sobbing, his voice was broken up. “He said he wanted to be a hero.. He didn’t want to run.”

Steve stared down at Eddie. There was blood all over him. His boyfriend was covered in his own blood. Steve stuck his fingers to Eddie’s neck, begging god for a pulse. Nothing. A coldness swept over Steve. His chest squeezed. Fuck. “No, no, no. No, Eddie, Eddie, no. Please god no,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to Eddie’s forehead. “Please, Eddie. Please wake up. I need to tell you. You have to say it back.”

Fuck. He didn’t even tell him he loved him. Eddie had always been the one to do something first. If he would have just said it.. Steve would have said it back. “Eddie,” Steve’s voice was barely a whimper. “Eddie… I love you. I love you. Please, please stay. Get up, Eddie. You have to say it back. I need to hear it.”

“Steve?” Dustin’s voice broke through Steve and Steve looked up, blinking away tears. He looked back down at Eddie whose blood was now smeared all over him. “Steve… Eddie said.. He said to tell you… He just said, “Tell Steve. He’ll know what that means. Just tell him I said to tell him.”

Steve fell forward, his head crashing against Eddie’s chest. He clutched his shirt in his hands and a sob felt like it was ripping his chest open. “Eddie. Eddie you fucking coward. Tell me to my face. Tell me…” He cried. “Fuck. I love you, Eddie.”

He felt arms pulling him away from Eddie’s body and he cried. “Please.. Don’t.. Just leave me with him. Just leave me..”

Now Steve sat at Nancy’s desk in her room, writing on a sheet of yellow paper. He remembered every moment of everything. He remembered every kiss, every laugh… The tears. The blood… All of it. And now he would have to remember writing Eddie’s eulogy.

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[khaleesibubblegum]

Take My Hand

Word count: 5429

Summary: Eddie & Steve fluff.

Tags: Injury Detail. Eddie Muson Lives. Trauma. Injury Recovery.

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Eddie couldn’t remember exactly how he escaped from the upside down but he knew that Steve had been the one to save him. He remembered hearing Dustin’s cries, feeling searing hot pain, then nothing but coldness and an all encompassing darkness. 

A few days later he awoke in a daze, his new found friends were sat down the hall in the waiting room, all lazily sprawled over uncomfortable chairs, limbs trailed over each other in order to grasp at some level of comfortable sleep. The only one who wasn’t with the group was Steve Harrington.

His seat had been placed beside Eddie’s bed and hadn’t moved since he arrived with Eddie in the ambulance, begging the paramedics to help, desperately pleading for them to save his newly formed friend. He knew what it would do to Dustin if Eddie didn’t make it and there was no possibility he was going to let that happen. He found himself feeling a huge sense of protectiveness over Eddie, from the moment he’d approached the Munson trailer in the upside down and heard Dustin’s guttural screams, his voice horse and paralised with panic.

Robyn and Nancy had held Dustin and tried to calm him as Steve, as gently and quickly as he could, lifted Eddie and made his way to the remains of the trailer. The rope had been severed, and the portal had completely opened. Feeling nothing but fear, Steve remained calm for the others sake, holding it in like he always did.

The entire ceiling was now a gaping rift to the other side, he managed to find some other bedding and make a new rope which Robyn threw through the portal. Throwing Eddie over his shoulder and straining under the weight, he climbed and landed right side up, Eddie landing on top of him with a thud and a slight groan. A groan. That sweet sound was all Steve focused on.

He’s alive. Eddie was alive. 

_____

Eddie could hear rusting, he’d heard it for a few hours now and was trying to place what it was in his hazy day dream. Slowly he was drawn into the realization that he was in fact awake, and the noise was something in whatever room he was in. He struggled recollecting what had happened and why he felt like he’d been hit by a truck. The weight of his pain felt crushing beyond belief. 

After a few hours flitting in and out of his dream world and reality, he gently managed to open his eyes, his vision blurred. It took a moment to be able to focus on a few objects around him. A bed, white tiled floor, and beeping, lots of beeping. 

A hospital room.

The only light was from a small lamp that seemed to be behind him somewhere, giving the room an orange haze. It was clinical and smelt of antiseptic. The texture of the blanket that was placed over him felt scratchy as he moved his index finger slowly against it. The rusting suddenly came to a halt and a face came into view, the weight of the unknown body pressing down into the bed beside him. He focused hard and made out the unmistakable hair of Steve Harrington.

“Harrington?” he whispered, his voice catching in his throat. Steve moved towards the bedside table and grabbed a glass of water with a straw.

“Here, drink something.” Holding the straw up to Eddie’s lips. The cold liquid instantly relieved the dry scratchy feeling in his throat. 

“It’s good to see you, man. How are you feeling?”

“Mmh. Never better”. Eddie didn’t have the energy to laugh right now. He drifted back into a deep sleep, coming round every now and again. 

A few more days passed in this limbo until Eddie finally felt able to stay awake and talk, no longer drained of energy. He opened his eyes and turned his head to see Steve sitting in the same place, his legs crossed and reading a paper. He smiled to himself at his bedside guardian.

“Still looking out for me Harrington?” He smiled broadly at the slight taunt. 

“Oh hey, always man. I can’t let you die that easily. Those shitheads would never let me hear the end of it.” They both laugh. Eddie jolts at the pain this sends through his body. 

“Hey take it easy.” Steve stands to steady Eddie and help him raise the bed so he could sit up. 

“How’s it looking Doc?” Eddie asks.

“Er well, you’re healing nicely but the bad news is you haven’t shaved in weeks so you’re looking kinda.. wild. Wilder than usual at least. The kids are gonna be terrified when they see you awake.” He motions to the hallway.

 “They’re - thy’re here?”

“Yeah of course, we all are. They’ve spent every day here, waiting to be able to see you,”

Eddie’s large brown eyes sting as tears begin to form. 

“They love you Eddie. Especially Dustin. That little shit hasn’t shut up about you. I’m sure he thinks you’re like his fuckin’ dad or something.”

“How.. how is he?” Eddie looks pensive. Pained at the thought of how he and Dustin last parted, seemingly forever.

Steve contemplates this for a moment. “He’s doin’ okay now he knows you’re not toast.” 

“I didn’t mean to hurt him like that. I just.. I wanted to help, to help all of you. I’m sorry Harrington.” Eddie begins to sob, the shakes of his body triggering his pain. He grips his side as he tenses up. 

“Relax Eddie, relax. You’re gonna hurt yourself. You were a hell of a hero man. Nancy’s totally gonna kill you for not sticking to the plan you know? She’s totally type A and it hasn’t gone down well in the Wheeler camp.”

Eddie gently smiles through the flow of tears, “I think I can take her.” 

There is a gentle rapping on the wooden door, the handle turns and a curly mop of hair pokes through. 

“Can I see him yet?”

“Sure Dusin but you’ve gotta be careful dude.” Before Steve’s finished speaking Dustin and the rest of the gang have burst through the door, almost ripping it from his hinges. They run towards his bed, huge smiles on their faces and screams of ‘he’s awake’ and ‘Eddie’ are heard. 

Steve quickly stands and places himself between them and the bed. Pointing his rolled up newspaper at them with one hand while the other rests on his hip. “Woah, woah woah, one at a time and be gentle! You first Dustin.”

“Kids, hey, go wait outside for a few minutes okay?” Steve attempts to usher them outside, harassed by pleas of ‘no’ and ‘hey, I wanna see him’.

“Ah zip it. scram, you can come back in a minute.” Steve turns and smiles at Eddie as he follows the kids outside.

Eddie’s face is a mixture of happiness and pain as Dustin comes to his side. They clasp each other’s hands, the words they want to say to each other don’t seem like enough. They both share an understanding. Shared trauma does that to you. It lets you understand someone’s unspoken thoughts, without a word even being needed. 

“I love you, man.” Eddie repeats to Dustin, placing a hand behind his untamed curls and bringing his forehead to rest against his own. 

“Eddie the brave.” Dustin smiles at Eddie, a toothless grin filled with warmth and unfiltered love for his hero. 

“Dustin, I’m - I - I just wanted you guys to be safe. I thought if I gave you longer.. I was scared to come home and no one was ever gonna believe the freak right? I’m never gonna be like you guys, I’m not brave and they thought I hurt all those people Dustin. I couldn’t see a way out man. I’m so sorry you had to see it. I felt so fucking dumb letting you down like that.. I didn’t wanna hurt you. ”

“Eddie, you are one of us. You have always been brave. Do you know how much we look up to you? Mike and Lucas and even Erica, we all think you’re amazing Eddie. No one has ever made us feel so.. normal before. All you do is show everyone you, the real you, every day. Do you know how hard that is to do and how brave you have to be to show everyone who you are deep down? Most people go their whole lives without anyone seeing their true self but not you, you show it with pride, every day and shamelessly. We love you so much and we need you here, with us. The fellowship will always need Gandalf’s guidance. Okay?”

Eddie lets out a desperate sob as he nods and pulls Dustin’s head into his neck to hug him. He knows he has no words that will convey how much this kid means to him and how much he needed to hear those words. 

The door gently opens and Wayne steps inside, tears fill his eyes as he rings his baseball cap in his hands anxiously. His eyes are red and puffy with large bags underneath. He hasn’t slept properly for weeks, waiting for his nephew to awaken. Not knowing if he was going to pull through or not. His whole world hanging on the brink of destruction. Dustin leaves Eddie with a soft smile and passes Wayne, closing the door behind him.

They both tear up as Wayne approaches Eddie and bends to hug him as softly as he can. Eddie winces at the stinging pain but continues to hang on as tight as possible, not wanting to be parted from his uncle ever again.

“I thought I’d lost you for good. Don’t go where I can’t follow again, Eddie. You promise me that, son?”

He pulls away from the hug and holds Eddie’s hand in his own, gripping him tight. His fingers look smaller without his beloved silver rings. They look into each other’s eyes and feel the love that they each hold for each other spilling over into every atom of their beings. Knowing how close they came to losing each other fills them with a hurt like they have never felt before. An aching, primal pain that threatens to crush them, if they allow it. He’d never meant to hurt Wayne like this. The guilt gripped its talons into his heart and held it tight. 

“I promise.”, Eddie replied through sobs. 

The next few days are filled with slow movements, building up Eddie’s strength slowly and most importantly, talking to his friends. Whether he wanted them there or not, there were at least 3 people in the room with Eddie at all times, one of whom was always Steve. Eddie never liked to ask why he never went home and Steve never wanted to tell him why he stayed. 

__________

That felt like a lifetime ago now but in reality it had only been a few months. The portal had gradually grown smaller over time and had closed again with a crash a few weeks ago, leaving the upside down but not the tormenting memories from that place behind. Scars often heal quicker than trauma, though both leave their marks permanently.

Steve continued to visit Eddie every day, something he’d done as soon as he and Wayne brought him back from the hospital. Wayne continued to work his night shift so Steve would come and look after Eddie while he was gone. They’d been rehoused in a new trailer which felt a lot less like home.

Steve and Wayne had tried their best to make Eddie’s room more Eddie friendly with some new Dio and Judas Priest posters scattered around the walls. The Corroded Coffin banner had been destroyed, along with everything else, so the kids had all spent days making a new one, decorated with fire breathing dragons and a brave knight fighting an army of bats to save his dear friends.

Steve had choked back tears when the kids showed him what they’d worked hard on, having to leave the room and get some fresh air to compose himself. 

Eddie and Steve spent more and more time together. They began slowly by watching movies. Family Video had fallen so Steve would drive to the next town over once a week to pick out films he thought Eddie might like, and a few he knew he definitely wouldn’t like, just to see Eddie’s reactions and hear his ten minute long monologues about how the film industry was turning movie goers into mindless sheep.. But Eddie always relented and watched anyway, just to appease Steve. It wasn only fair, after all. 

 As Eddie built up his strength and got some of his hyperactive personality back, he began to teach Steve how to play guitar and made him read Lord of The Rings. Steve was impressed at how good it actually was but he played it down a little so Eddie didn’t gloat so much. They exchanged mix tapes and playfully bullied each other for their wildly different tastes, both thinking theirs was the superior one. Steve’s BMW tape deck could now be heard blasting Holy Diver as he drove to the trailer every day, while Eddie would lock his bedroom door and listen to tears for fears, very quietly and using headphones, just in case. They even made a few tapes with all their songs jumbled together, like a pick n’ mix of wildly differing tastes. 

Eddie had never felt happier than he did every evening when Steve’s head popped through the trailer door, even if it was often followed by a string of kids, all wanting to spend time with their new hero. Steve was happy for them to have someone new to look up too. It was tiring being the one to hold everyone up all the time and it felt like someone else was helping him to carry the weight, just a little.  

Eddie spent his days, while Steve went home,  teaching Will how to be the next dungeon master, he knew he’d be incredible at it after Mike told him all about his Will the Wise persona, gushing over how they used to play D&D together. WIll felt a sense of calm around Eddie that he sometimes was lacking in the outside world, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. It was just a mutual understanding that they’d keep each other safe. An unspoken code between them. 

________

“What are we watching tonight then Eddie?” Eddie noted that Steve had dropped using his surname to address him some time ago, he had done the same. It felt oddly intimate using first names now. 

“Well sweetheart, I was thinkin’ Day of The Dead?” Steve let out a groan hearing this.

“Again?”

“You loved it!”

“Yeah the first 3 times! You’re gonna wear the tape out Eddie.”

“Stop running that pretty little mouth of yours and press play, Stevie boy.” 

Their eyes both crease into a smile. The autumn was rapidly cooling and nights in the trailer were becoming chilly so they’d taken to sharing a blanket as they sat.

“Get your feet in.”

Steve said, casting the blanket down Eddie’s long legs in an attempt to hook his feet under. 

“Perfect aim, King Steve’s still got it.” Eddie teased as the blanket landed where Steve intended. 

They both turn their attention back to the film. Eddie laughing every time something gorey happened. 

“How do you think they find so much blood to film this?” Steve innocelty said as he watched a gruesome scene. He felt Eddie glare at his face from the side and turned his head. The look on Eddie’s face was one of pure amusement, a smirk from ear to ear.

“What?” He enquired. Not understanding what he’d said wrong. 

 “Steve, you know that’s not real blood right?”

“Well yeah but it’s pigs blood or something isn’t it? But like, that’s what I’m saying, where do they get it all? That’s so many pigs.” Steve shoves popcorn into his mouth as he speaks. 

Eddie laughs wildly, his scars pulling taught across his body as the laughter rattles through him. 

“Oh baby no. This isn’t Carrie. It’s all fake. They just make it out of colourings I guess, and some other shit. Looks good though right? ”

Steve’s breath caught in his throat as the pet name had escaped Eddie’s lips and he was focusing all his attention on grounding himself. Idly looking at Eddie’s glossy lips as he did so. 

“Steve?”

Steve slowly traces his eyes up from Eddie’s lips to his deep brown eyes, his pupils were large and glistening with the images from the tv. 

“Mmh?” Is all Steve can muster in reply. He feels flushed and panicked. His body is tingling all over, ignited by some unseen spark. 

They both felt it. The undeniable chemistry. But it was friendship, right?

Right? 

Eddie feels Steve looking at him still after he’d turned away. He’d wanted to give him an out. In case this isn’t what he wanted or god forbid something he’d just fabricated in his own head. Maybe he’d put 2 and 2 together and gotten 12. Steve had doted on him for months, always doing everything he could to make sure Eddie was happy and taken care of, but that was just Steve. Always the guardian. Always the protector of everyone but himself. 

Steve edges a little closer, unsure of what he’s feeling, but he knows what it means. It’s ripped his whole world view out from under his feet but all that he can think of now is Eddie. Eddie Munson. 

“Eddie?” 

He’s almost too scared to turn his head to face Steve. He lowers his gaze as he turns to look at him, afraid if he looks him in the eyes, he will crumble.

“Hey..” Steve says softly, drawing Eddie’s eyes to meet his own. They both linger, dancing in each other’s gaze. Heat flushing their cheeks.

A knot forms in his stomach as Eddie lowers his eyes to Steve’s lips. 

Every single fiber of their being was telling them to lean in to bring the other’s lips to theirs. The tension was so thick they felt suffocated. Finally Eddie broke the spell and closed the distance between them both, gently and tentatively placing his mouth against Steves. Then pulling back a little to allow for them to take it all in. Steve instantly wanted more, never wanting this feeling to end. He placed his hand behind Eddie’s head, feeling his long curls tangle between his fingers. Pulling him back in for more. 

He has never felt this confused and excited in all his life. It feels like a dizzying high, one that he never wants to come crashing down from.

The kiss becomes more intense and firm as they find their rhythm. Small gasps and moans escaping them both and making them breathless. They eventually break, staying close to each other’s faces and admiring the other. A lone tear falls from Steve’s eye as he strokes Eddie’s face. 

Eddie grins as he strokes Steves hair, “See I fucking knew I made you horny as hell, Stephen.”  

______________

Steve hasn’t slept all night. Thoughts of Eddie danced around his head until the early hours. He’d left him after the movie ended, feeling an odd sense of shame, like he was retreating.  He was never one to run from a fight but this was something else, something bigger than Steve. Thoughts swam though his mind, darting back and forth endlessly, his feelings were never something he took much care to consider, they always ended up taking a backseat but here they were, driving at full force. Hurtling him head first, at what, he wasn’t sure of.

He startles as Robin slams her front door and runs down her driveway, dropping her bag and almost falling over it on the way. Steve rolls his eyes at how clumsy she is. Finally she climbs into the passenger side of Steve’s car. Panting from the run. She’s wearing one of Steve’s old sweaters, with a collared shirt underneath that’s about 3 sizes too big for her. 

“Good morning my little dingus.” She smiles a toothy smile at her best friend. 

“You ok back there?” He nods towards the driveway.

“Slippery little sucker.” she laughs, holding her bag up. “You okay?”

The cassette finishes playing Kiss on My List and Sacred Heart by Dio begins. 

“So here is a dream for just you and I.”

“Hmm.” Steve’s attention is back to Eddie, as it often is these days. 

“Earth to Steve? Is anyone home?” She waves her hands to get his attention. 

“Yeah sure, I’m right here.” He snaps back to reality. “So what films you thinkin’ we should get Buckley?”

He puts the car into drive and begins the weekly video store pilgrimage. Robin had invited Vicky over this weekend so she decided to tag along to find something for their date too. 

“I don’t think the film matters as much as the company. Especially if the company has cute curly hair, right Steve?” She replied softly, almost cheekily as she looked out the passenger window. The Trees speeding past her in an amber blur. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve feels a lump in his throat. Keeping his eyes on the road. He tries to keep his voice flat and emotionless as he speaks. 

“Steve. Cmon’. I’ve seen how happy you’ve been. I - I think it’s good for you. 

I think he’s good for you.”

A silence fills the car. It’s the silence between two people who know what is being left unspoken, it’s not uncomfortable or malicious, simply silence.

Robin looks over at her friend, he’s trying to hold back, to draw his focus onto the road rather than let any thoughts in. Steve thinks of his life, as it is now, and how much joy Eddie brings into it. The stupid little arguments they have when Eddie uses Steve’s expensive moisturiser as body wash, or the teasing when the other fails to to understand a movie reference. Everything about them just fits perfectly together, despite them being like night and day and it’s overwhelming. What if he allowed himself this happiness? Deep down there’s a gnawing feeling like he’s destined to be unhappy, destined to be unlovable and if he allows himself to let this light in, what then? What would happen if he let himself be loved?

“Steve, it’s okay.” She places her hand onto his leg, seeing him tremble. 

The car pulls over onto the road side. Steve stays in position, his hands never moving from the wheel and his eyes fixed straight ahead. Robin knows he’s close to opening up. 

“He feels the same, you know.” Robin whispers. 

And just like that, she sees a chinks his armour. The walls he’s built around him fall and crumble, brick by brick. Tears fill his eyes as he takes a shaky breath. He nods, his hair shaking as he does so. 

“Robin.” He cokes. 

She knows that feeling and that fear. Being utterly lost with no map to guide the way through the darkness. Everything you’ve ever known is being flipped onto its head. Why is it they’re always being flipped upside down? The doubt, the denial, the sheer terror of accepting these feelings that you can feel eating you away inside, day after day, year after year until you finally have to let them in, willing or not. And when they’re in.. freedom. 

“I know this is hard right now but knowing you have the chance to allow yourself the life you want, the life you desperately deserve is freeing. The confusion you’re feeling will tumble into blissful certainty. It’s never easy, it never will be, not for now, but being who you truly are is nothing short of heroic.

You deserve this Steve. I’m here for you and so is Eddie”. Robin takes his hand in hers, holding it softly. Her thumb tracing the back of his fingers. 

Steve can only reply with a smile. He looks at his friend through tear filled eyes, not needing words to tell her how much she means to him. 

_______

Steve returns home, empty as always to change before he heads back to the trailer park. No lights are on as he pulls into the drive, it looks soulless and void of life. His headlights flicker over the doorway as he pulls up and he sees a familiar figure sitting on the steps, waiting for him to come home. His heart leaps into his chest.

He cuts the engine and tentatively steps out, shutting the door behind him

“Hey Stevie Boy. Thought you’d never show.”

“Eddie, ah - what are you doing here? I thought I was coming to you?”

“I got bored of waiting, and I did not trust you to pick out all the premium level snacks at the store on your way over. Thought you could use a little Munson guidance.” He flashes a smile as he rocks his weight onto his toes. 

“Uh- sure, okay, lemme change and we’ll go okay?”

Steve approaches Eddie, feeling uneasy and being wary not to invade his space. Eddie has never heard the term ‘personal space’ before and immediately brings himself close to Steve, nudging him with his elbow.

“You wanna talk about it Harrington?” Steve looks startled, like he wasn’t expecting to directly address it. The kiss. The kisses. Multiple. Over several hours. His mouth opens and struggles to form words, closing again as he furrows his brows. Eddie senses his distress and lets his hand meet Steve’s. 

His touch on his skin allows any doubts that this wasn’t real to leave Steve’s mind. He’s snapped back into reality at an alarming pace. Wanting more of Eddie’s touch. He edges closer to him as Eddie lifts his other hand up to rest on Steve’s chest. They allow their foreheads to rest against each other, drinking in the closeness they feel. Eddie is the first to take the plunge, leaning in to kiss Steve’s lips, gently and with all the love he possesses. He feels Steve smile into it. His hands become lost in Eddie’s curls once more as he pulls him in for more. Unable to get enough.  

________

“Stephen, stop being so seductive and bring that beer over here will you.” Eddie playfulls calls over the trailer. 

“Grosse Eddie, not in front of the tiny ears in this room.” Steve retorts. Blushing slightly. They’ve slowly spent the past few weeks building up how flirty they are in front of the kids, testing the waters. 

“You guys know we’re not kids anymore right?” Lucas chimes in.

“Yeah, plus Dustin’s ears are nowhere near tiny.”  Max directs towards Dustin who responds by throwing a marshmallow at her head. Missing. 

Robin and Will sit next to each other on the floor, painting figurines of orcs together, they look at each other and shyly smile. Mike misses this and continues helping El with a friendship bracelet she’s been making for Max, not so secretly. 

Steve approaches Eddie, handing him the cold bottle. Eddie plants a delicate peck on Steve’s cheek, leaving him to bask in the warm glow as Eddie moves to turn the cassette over. Master of Puppets plays, of course it does, as always. It’s the kids' (sorry - young adults) favorite song now. No one bats an eye at the two of them showing affection.

To them it’s nothing more than their two heroes, falling in love. What could be braver than that?

______

Months pass, Steve and Eddie continue to spend their days together. Their weekly film nights have become a ritual at this point. Thankfully a video store opened in Hawkins, saving Steve an hour’s drive, not that he minded. They now both go together, Eddie says it stops Steve picking films ‘made for the masses,’, whatever that means. 

After finishing Jaws (Steve’s choice, which he referred to as a ‘Horror movie’, almost causing Eddie to have an aneurysm in the middle of the isle), Eddie falls asleep, his legs lazily draped over Steve the way they always did when they cuddled on an evening. Looking at Eddie’s face, illuminated by the glow from the television set, Steve felt himself so overwhelmed with love. Feeling himself choked up and unable to absorb the amount of happiness he feels, he decides to stand, gently placing Eddie’s legs back onto the sofa and covering them again with the blanket. He picks up Eddie’s cigarette packet and lighter from the night stand and makes his way outside, through the main door of the trailer.  He hasn’t smoked properly for years but occasionally he and Eddie would share one, if the mood took him. 

Steve steps outside, into the chill of the evening, closing the trailer door behind him to keep Eddie warm. The air is crisp and bracing as he takes a seat on the steps, the concrete cold against his backside. The park is quiet but calming, Steve always finds it peaceful here. It’s full of life and families who love each other deeply, despite not having many material possessions. It was a world away from his upbringing. 

The door creaks and the heavy footsteps of Wayne’s work boots follow. Steve turns to say goodbye but is surprised when, instead of walking to his car, he sits down beside him, sighing as he does so. 

“Hey Wayne, you doin’ ok?” Wayne removes his baseball cap, one of many from his large collection, and plays with a loose thread hanging from the visor. He seems somewhat nervous. Steve offers him the packet of cigarettes, he takes one and lights it. Taking a moment to have a few drags before he can bring himself to speak. His voice is deep and trembles slightly. 

“I um.. I just wanted to take a second to thank you for what you’ve done for Eddie.” Steve isn’t sure how to reply. 

Wayne continues, “I uh - I know how much he loves you. He’s not good with his words sometimes but, that boy’ll show you, in his own way how much he cares about you.” He clears his throat before continuing.. 

“That kid’s had a tough life, he’s been through stuff no one should ever have to see, I know you all have. All I ever wanted is for him to feel safe and loved, for who he is, all of him. He needed someone to show him what a good kid he is and that he’s not some big mistake. It breaks my heart to see him think of himself like that but I think you’ve gotten through to him Steve. I can see how loved he feels and how at peace he is with you and I hope you feel just as loved too. Because you are loved, by us both. You hear me? You’re a Munson now, whether you like it or not. He ruffles Steve’s hair.  

It’s not much but if you ever wanna bring your stuff over here, we’d love to have you.. I want this to feel like your home too, Son, if you’d like that. You’re welcome here anytime, but you already know that, don’t you.” He gently pats his knee a few times. 

I hope my boy makes you feel as loved as you make him feel, Okay?”

Steve wipes a tear away with his sleeve. Once over he struggled to cry but now, he doesn't mind so much anymore. Eddie’s always sobbing which has made Steve feel more comfortable to feel, to truly feel. Not quite the same way Eddie does though, the last time he cried was because Steve dropped one of his rings behind the sofa and they couldn’t find it. Eddie yelled something about Gollum - and dragged the sofa halfway across the room to recover it. He later gave the ring to Steve as long as he promised not to lose it again. Steve hasn’t taken it off since. 

Wayne continues.. “ I need you to promise me you’ll always keep each other safe and keep each other strong, the world can be a scary place when you’re different but if you have people around who love you, it’ll all work out in the end.. Can you do that for me Steve?”

“Yes Sir” is all Steve can manage to say while nodding his head, his eyes brimming with tears and a heart filled with love for his new family. 

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