#from the moment i saw him in the van i knew. he was gonna stay. i fucking knew.

[andiv3r]

Oh HELL no. I knew he was gonna do it. I knew he was gonna stay behind. God FUCKING DAMN IT, REALLY?!

#andiv3r rambles #watching doctor who #from the moment i saw him in the van i knew. he was gonna stay. i fucking knew. #soon as ricky died i was like “aw shit. he's gonna try and replace him isnt he” annnddd he is. #im actually gonna cry #i knew he was gonna have to go somehow but like. why. #ssigh. this is what happens when you get attached to side characters.

[strangersmunsons]

alien life form

you spend the night at Eddie's for the first time.

Contains: Eddie x Reader, shy!fem!reader, first relationship, Eddie is a sweetheart with the inexperienced girlies because I said so, pizza, movies, cuddling, ALF. No mention of reader's physical appearance, no use of y/n. Warnings: None! Word Count: 1,400-ish I started writing this because I've not seen like anyone talk about the ALF costume in the Munson trailer, can we please talk about the ALF costume? I need to talk about the ALF costume. this is my first fanfiction in like 10 years that's how badly i needed to address this

You and Eddie haven't been together very long. Officially, that is.

In truth, he'd been yours from the moment he saw you. But it had taken some time to work up the courage to actually say hello to you, and then, well, some more time to ask you if you wanted to study together for the class you shared, and then just a little bit more time to ask you, bashfully, if you wanted to get dinner with him at Benny's.

"Like...as a date? If you want to, I mean. If not that's totally fine, I underst-"

You'd cut him off with an equally shy, but emphatic, yes.

Eddie was sweet, and silly, and you grew to hate being apart from him. You suspected he felt the same.

You walked side by side through the halls at school, your knuckles brushing against his, both of you hoping that the other would be brave enough to finally take hold. You spent nights huddled around your kitchen table, patiently guiding him through chapters of his biology textbook. There were arcade dates where he kicked your ass at Pac-Man and you kicked his ass at Centipede. You met him for milkshakes at Benny's after Hellfire...and there was that one rollerskating venture that left his elbows and knees black and blue for a week. (You have not been back to the roller rink since.)

But tonight you were entering uncharted territory.

You told your parents that you were having a girls night at the Wheelers' house. As far as they knew, you were ordering takeout and watching Sixteen Candles with Nancy and Robin. But when you arrived at the school parking lot that morning, it had been Eddie's van that you tossed your overnight bag into.

He'd greeted and kissed you enthusiastically, cheerful at the prospect of getting to spend an entire night with you uninterrupted. Wayne wouldn't be home from work til next morning and your parents were none the wiser. No curfew to be home by, no keep-that-door-open-three-inches-please-young-lady, just you. All to himself.

You, on the other hand, were nervous. You'd never dated anyone before, and you wanted to take things slow. You trusted Eddie to respect your boundaries, but a small part of you couldn't help but worry. What if he was expecting something of you that you weren't ready to give him?

When school ended that afternoon, he opened the passenger door of his van for you to climb in. "Change your mind yet?" he teased.

You flushed a little, but you were determined not to let your hesitation show. "Nope!"

He seated himself and began the drive to Forest Hills, throwing glances your way the whole time. You were quieter than usual. When you slowed to a stop in front of the Munson trailer, he turned to you.

"Hey," he said gently, "it's okay." He reached over and placed a calloused hand on your knee. "I can tell that you're nervous, but you don't have to be. I'm not gonna pressure you into anything. I'm just really excited to spend time with you." He cringed inwardly. Be cool, Munson. "I mean, without having Wayne or your dad breathing down my neck, y'know?" No need to mention that the thought of merely sleeping next to you was making him weak at the knees.

Your lips curved upwards in a smile. He wondered if you could see right through him.

Of course, Eddie stayed true to his word.

Amusingly, the evening he had planned wasn't all that different from many of your actual girls' nights. You'd talked and laughed about anything and everything. You'd changed into comfortable clothes. There was pizza and a movie, except you'd watched The Shining instead of the latest John Hughes flick, and you'd watched it while bundled up in your favorite boy's arms.

Eddie was very warm, and his skin smelled like soap, laced with a bite of cheap cologne. An air of tobacco still clung faintly to his worn Hellfire shirt, even though he'd promised himself he wouldn't smoke any cigarettes before seeing you tonight, and he hadn't. And he was very proud of himself for that, thank you very much.

You were cuddled up together on Wayne's little couch. He kept his arms wrapped around your middle and rested his chin on your shoulder, cheek pressed against yours. Every so often he would turn his head to give you soft kisses, to hide his face in your hair, to breathe you in, content like he's never, ever been before.

You wondered at your earlier fear. His adoration was tangible. As you settled back against him, you felt that yours must be too.

As Jack Nicholson wandered through a snowy maze on the television screen, you started to drift off. Eddie lovingly stroked your hair while your eyelids grew heavier and heavier. When the credits started to roll, he roused you as gently as he could, and lead you to the bathroom to wash up. He all but carried you to his bed.

Which is how you ended up here.

Eddie's asleep and he's sleeping heavily - deep, REM sleep, with his cheek mashed into the pillow and a thin stream of saliva creeping out of his mouth. Even like this, he looks precious. You can't even be mad at him for letting out the guttural snore that just yanked you from your own slumber. Aren't you only supposed to snore like that when you're on your back?

You glance blearily around the room from underneath his arm. You're taking in the posters on the walls, the piled-up trinkets, his beloved guitar ("I used to call her Sweetheart, but not anymore. Since I'm a one-woman man an' all," he'd said, flashing you a cheesy grin). You're taking in all these little pieces of Eddie scattered around the room, when your eyes wander to his closet, and your heart nearly stops.

Maybe it's nothing, maybe it's your tired brain swirling the shadows around the room into shapes that aren't there, but you're almost positive someone is standing in Eddie's closet. A misshapen, vaguely human figure pushed up against his clothing, right next to the ratty Metallica and Megadeth t-shirts.

There's a beat of silence, and then -

"Eddie!" it comes out in a dry whisper, and you struggle to turn under the the combined weight of him and the blanket. You wrench your arm free to poke him frantically in the cheek with your finger, startling him awake.

"Huh?" His voice is groggy. "S'mthing wrong, sweetheart? What's the matter?" He forces himself to sit up and squints, peering down at you in concern. He cups your face in his hand. "Bad dream?"

"There's something - I mean, I think - there's somebody, s-something in your closet! W-what is that?" You stumble through the sentence, too frightened to be embarrassed.

Eddie turns his head to where you're pointing, unsure. He drags himself away from you and walks to his closet, fumbling blindly for the little chain, while you clutch at the blanket and cower from the safety of his bed.

When the light switches on, he lets out a loud laugh - the only kind of laugh Eddie has. He turns back to you, grinning now, and gestures to the object in question with a little flourish of his arms. "This what you were looking at?"

In the dim light, you can see that it's a costume. A fuzzy, zip-up body suit with a shapeless sort of mask hanging limply over the front. You flood with relief, feeling silly.

You sit up in bed, eyeing the brown fur at the top. "Is that supposed to be a lion?"

"No!" He almost sounds offended. "It's ALF," he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

You look at him dumbly. "ALF? Like from the TV show, ALF?"

"Of course. It's my Halloween costume."

"...why?"

"I like him. He's funny."

You gawp at him, and he looks right back at you. His eyes are red and puffy, his hair's a total mess, but he's smiling lightly and sweetly as ever.

A few seconds go by and you can't help it. A burst of giggles escape from behind your pursed lips.

Eddie cocks his head to the side, and places a hand on his hip, his expression that of mock-outrage.

"Now, just why is that so funny?"

You continue to laugh, positively overwhelmed with affection for him. It occurs to you that maybe you don't want to take things as slowly with Eddie as you previously thought...

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[ashwhowrites]

Eddie Munson x Carver! Reader, the two of them went to Chrissy's Halloween party, and they flirted with each other all night, Jason saw that and didn't like it. Reader invited Eddie to another Halloween party, and Jason was much more angry at Reader. Eddie and Reader spent the night together, and Jason accused Eddie of doing smth satanic to Reader, but Reader was like: Jason's dumb, ignore him, Jason used the cheerleaders to hurt his sister, and at the end Eddie and Reader stayed together, and ignored Jason. (Maybe you could write angst, fluff and smut in this?)

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

Happy October

Angst ✔️Fluff ✔️Smut X

The cult

Y/N and Eddie have been into each other for a long time. Yet, neither had the confidence to make something happen out of it. Anyone could tell that they were head over heels for each other, including Y/N's brother, Jason.

Jason hated that his little sister seemed to be into the freak of Hawkins and he planned to stop anything from happening.

Tonight was Chrissy's Halloween party, and Y/N was excited to spend her time with Eddie. She felt gorgeous and sexy in her costume and she hoped Eddie thought the same.

Throughout the night, the flirting seemed to be more involved than ever. It almost seemed as if both were ready to turn the flirting into something more. Their bodies moved closer to closer, her hand on his arm as he whispered in her ear. Jason kept a close eye on them and disliked how close they truly were. Eddie's nose was practically hitting hers and Jason had a feeling he was leaning in for a kiss.

Jason snapped into action and yanked Y/N away. She groaned as Jason ruined the moment. She was seconds away from finally kissing the boy she's had a crush on for ages and her brother had to ruin it.

"Look, I don't know what Satan shit you pulled to get her interested in you but I'm not going to let it happen. She won't be part of your little cult." Jason spat but Y/N rolled her eyes. She shoved Jason aside with an annoyed sigh.

"Don't listen to him. He's an idiot." Y/N spat, grabbing Eddie's hand and leading them out of the party. Jason tried to follow behind but lost them within the crowd.

Y/N was grateful to have lost Jason in the crowd, hiding in Eddie's van as they continued to talk. She felt butterflies in her stomach as Eddie kissed her. His lips were soft and warm. Her body was on his lap as his hands worked up her skin, and goosebumps filled her body. His hands were soft as he traced shapes into her hips. Her hands tangled in his hair as the kiss got more heated.

This was the exact way she wanted to spend her night.

~~~

Even though last night ended amazingly, Y/N wanted to take Eddie to another party. A party she knew Jason wasn't attending since he had prior plans.

Her head was still hazy from making out with Eddie all night. She could still feel his tongue and hands. She put together a random costume and ran out to his van. A smile on her lips as she jumped into the seat.

She didn't know that Jason overheard her phone call to Eddie. She didn't know that Jason had a plan to mess things up even more than the night before.

~~~

Y/N and Eddie were sitting in the backyard. The party was loud all around them, but they were focused on each other. His hand nervously held hers as he talked about his band. He adored how closely she listened and how she nodded after every sentence. He felt warm knowing someone was so interested in what he had to say. And that she didn't believe a word her brother said.

"I'm gonna go get another drink, I'll grab you something." Eddie offered, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on her lips. His hand was removed from hers as he held her chin. She felt the buzzing inside her body as he pulled away. A simple fast kiss had the power to take her breath away.

She smiled as he walked into the house, giggling when he turned around to see her watching him walk away. He sent her a wink before he walked through the doors.

She couldn't help but finally feel so free. Spending her time with Eddie and without the watchful eyes of her brother.

Y/N has been pining for Eddie since last year. Ever since she embarrassed herself by falling off her bike. She remembered the panicked look on his face as he raced over to her. His gentle hands helped her stand up. She didn't talk for a minute, lost in his puppy eyes. She swore she'd never seen someone as handsome as he was. His face was sculpted flawlessly and she didn't know why she's never seen him before.

Even a year later, she still looked at him the same way. Completely smitten with the boy. She hated that it took them so long to kiss and have alone time together, but Jason was always a step ahead of her.

A few more minutes passed and she grew a little worried about Eddie. She stood up and dusted herself off. She grabbed her belongings and headed inside. She looked into the kitchen to see if he was there but she didn't see anything. She wandered around the party, but couldn't catch a single person that looked like him.

She walked down a hallway and spotted two drinks on a table near the bathroom. She walked closer and it seemed to be her cup with the lipstick stain she left on it. Did he go to the bathroom?

She crept closer to the bathroom door, seeing it was cracked. She swung it open and saw the back of Eddie's head. But he wasn't alone.

She saw manicured hands over his shoulders. He was kissing some girl.

"Eddie?" Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe it was just another boy with the same curly hair. Then he pulled back and turned around.

The same panicked look in his eyes. Dark purple lipstick stained his lips, not the red she placed on his lips just moments before.

Y/N felt her eyes burning as quickly turned away. It sounded like she was underwater, his voice ringing in her ears but she couldn't make out the words. She raced outside, feeling the tears falling.

She didn't notice she slowed down until she was turned around and smashed into someone's chest. She knew it was Eddie and tried to wiggle out of his arms.

"JUST LET ME GO!" she cried, she felt like an idiot. She waited a year for something to happen, just for less than 24 hours for him to forget about her.

"ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE!" He tried to explain, keeping his grip on her no matter how many punches she threw to his chest.

"SHE KISSED ME! SHE KISSED ME!" Her punches grew weaker as she sobbed. "She kissed me," Eddie whispered, feeling Y/N weaken in his grip. Her energy gave up as she cried.

Y/N scoffed and pushed herself away from him.

"And what? You kissed her back!" She argued, shoving his chest as hard as she could. Eddie stumbled back but regained his posture.

"No! I never kissed her back. I was pushing her away! Then I heard you call my name before I could get her off of me!" Eddie explained.

"Oh please. And I'm supposed to believe that? You were in the bathroom together!"

"She spilled my drink! I filled out drinks and she ran into me. I went into the bathroom to clean my shirt and she followed me! That was all. We were cleaning our shirts and out of nowhere, she kissed me. I don't even know who she is or anything. But please believe me. I'd never hurt you and I'd never cheat on you." Eddie pleaded.

But Y/N didn't know what to believe.

"Not like you're cheating. We aren't even together. You are allowed to kiss whoever you want." She said, trying to sound nonchalant but she knew her previous reaction showed how much she cared.

"No, don't do that. Don't make it seem like we have nothing going on." Eddie said, his tone snippy as he glared.

"Do we? We kissed and made out in your van. But did we talk about what it meant? No. Did we talk about how we feel? No. We did just as much as you and that girl did." Y/N argued, her arms crossed as she glared back at Eddie.

"I thought it was clear how we felt about each other," Eddie said sadly. His voice was barely over a whisper as his eyes softened. "Do you think I kissed you and didn't mean anything behind it?"

"I don't know, Eddie. Okay? We've been going back and forth for over a year and we have gotten barely anywhere. Are you dragging this out until you find something better? A fun fuck you to my brother?" She accused. She tried to keep a hard face on but she could feel the water returning in her eyes. Her insecurities are now on her arm.

"Not. This has nothing to do with your brother. Look, I've never been good with words. I've always done things with actions. And I thought kissing you showed you how I felt. I'm sorry for not saying anything and I'm sorry for taking so long to finally show you how I felt. But if you need words, I will stand here and tell you that I like you so fucking much. I love talking to you. I love kissing you and feeling your heart race against my chest. I've not stopped thinking of you since we met. I'm sorry for not giving you what you need and letting you down." Eddie apologized, his eyes sincere and soft.

She felt a small smile on her face. She couldn't lie, finally hearing him say those words made her heart jump out of her chest. He said all the words she prayed he'd say.

"Why didn't you ever say anything before?" She asked.

"I was scared. You are a Carver and your brother hates me. He has a whole vision of me being a devil worshiper and that I could cause you so much harm. In a way, I'm scared others will think that. And that no one will think I deserve you and I'm out to ruin you. I didn't want you to lose relationships because of me. But last night was the perfect moment to kiss you and I couldn't pass it up. I knew how difficult things could be but I've denied the idea of us for a year because of fear. I'm not going to let another year pass without making you mine." He confessed.

That's all she needed to hear.

She grabbed his jacket by his chest and yanked him in. Her lips crashed on his. He was fast to wrap his arms around her, his right hand holding the back of her head as he deepened the kiss. She moaned as his tongue slipped inside her mouth.

Once they pulled away for air, she smiled.

"I really want to be yours. I don't care what my brother or my family is. I don't think you are evil or going to hurt me. I like you and I want to be with you." She confessed, her forehead resting against his as he smiled down at her.

"Welcome to the cult, baby girl." He teased, leaning down to kiss her again. She giggled against his lips.

Jason's plan failed, Eddie and Y/N were too strong to let each other go without a fight. Eddie was scared to let her down, but God he was more scared to never have her.

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[hellfirenacht]

Wing Man Part 6

Steve 'the Hair' Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you'll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie. (1 2 3 4 5)

A/N: How are we feeling in a post-"Flight of Icarus" world, y'all? I knew from the beginning that I'd want to add some of the lore in and let me tell you, I LOVE Ronnie Ecker. For those of you who did not read the book, or haven't had a chance to, Ronnie is Eddie's best friend who ended up with a full scholarship to NYU. They're siblings, your honor.

Also if anyone can show me on this map where the plot is going, I'd really appreciate it.

This late at night, the only sounds in the trailer park came from the occasional dog barking and the echoes of Eddie’s tapes blasting as he pulled up to Wayne’s trailer. His uncle was working tonight as usual, which would normally allow Eddie time to hog the tv before passing out for a few precious hours before he had to get up for school. 

Tonight however, his mind was buzzing with what had just happened less than an hour ago. He liked you, he wasn’t sure how much yet but he did. You were sharp and knew your stuff about metal. It helped that you were cute. Really cute. 

He liked seeing you in the passenger seat of his car, matching wits with his friends and ranting about Ozzy. He liked seeing you laughing and the way you watched him play. He really liked the way you had fiddled with the pick he’d thrown at you at the end of the set. 

Eddie had never done that before. He’d wanted to, but never had anyone’s attention like that before- no. That wasn’t true. There had been one other person who’d listened to him play like that, two years ago. 

Was he always gonna fold to the site of a pretty girl actually paying attention to his music? 

“Of course you are.” Ronnie’s voice echoed on the phone. “And I’m gonna laugh every time you do.” 

Eddie groaned, holding the receiver to his ear as his forehead pressed against the front of the fridge. He hadn’t planned on running to her with this, but he was nowhere near able to wind down. He hadn’t even expected Ronnie to pick up the phone this late at night with the time zone difference and the fact that it was a school night. He’d have to push his stash a bit harder to pay Wayne back for the long distance call. 

The past two years had been a slow crawl of building back trust up with Veronica Ecker. The two had gone almost a whole summer without talking before Eddie had basically groveled for forgiveness outside of Granny Ecker’s trailer before Ronnie left for New York. She had forgiven him enough to let him give her a ride to the airport. 

“Last time?” He’d asked. 

“Last time.” She’d repeated. 

“So why didn’t you shack up with her tonight?” Ronnie asked. “You got her into your van, and you dropped her off like a gentleman.” 

“I don’t know, I panicked.” Eddie sighed, bonking his head against the fridge a few times. “She was right there, and she was leaning in and all I saw was Paige leaning in-”

“You know not every girl who shares your taste in music is Paige, right?” Eddie could practically see Ronnie rolling her eyes on the other end of the line. 

“Any girl that shares my taste in music ends up fucking off to the opposite end of the country.” 

This made Ronnie laugh. “You’re an idiot. Paige fucked off back to her job and I fucked off to college.”

“Fucking off is fucking off.”

“Maybe you need to fuck off.”

“I tried, remember?” 

She remembered. Both of them remembered. 

“Look, stop being a dipshit.” Ronnie said after a moment of awkward silence. “You’re graduating this year, right?”

“Uhhh...”

“Eddie.”

“Yeah, yeah I’m working on it. I just need those last stupid two classes and then I’m home free.” Eddie confirmed. 

“You can’t stay in high school forever.” Ronnie said. “And you’re gonna realize that there’s life outside of Hawkins. Have you even talked to Paige since then?”

He hadn’t, and they both knew it. Eddie gave up two months after she’d bailed him out of jail. Two months of dead air silence. He got the hint. 

“No.”

“Then stop worrying about one girl from over two years ago!” Eddie could feel the phantom pain of Ronnie punching him in the arm like she always used to. “Get laid and graduate, Munson. You earned it.”

Eddie snorted, sliding down the fridge to sit on the cool floor. “Is that the only advice you got for me, Ecker?”

“It’s the only advice you need. Did you pass that test last week?” Ronnie asked. 

“By the skin of my teeth.” Eddie sighed, leaning his head back against the fridge. 

“Your new girl graduated, maybe she can help you study.”

“She’s not my girl. She’s a girl that I’ve met a handful of times-”

“That’s turning your brain to mush.” 

“She doesn’t even know who I am, Ronnie.” He fiddled with the chord in his hand, watching the spiral wind and unwind around his fingers. It was already stretched out pretty bad, with a few spirals already tangled beyond repair like his old slinky from when he was a kid. 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Ronnie asked. “She doesn’t know you, that means she doesn’t feed into the bullshit of the rumor mill.” 

Ronnie had a point and he hated it, but that’s why he called her to begin with. Ronnie was the only person who could cut through his Munson bullshit and give it to him straight. He missed it. As much as he enjoyed the power he had to protect his little lost sheepies, they were all too intimidated to actually stand up to him and call him out the way that Ronnie would.

“Yeah, you’re right. As usual.” Eddie could hear her snort and he couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “So why the hell are you even awake right now? Up til 2 am on a school night, Ecker?”

“It’s barely past midnight, the time zone isn’t that off. I was studying for a test, but hearing you complain about your love life is a far more productive use of my time.” 

“You’re using me to slack off, aren’t you?” 

“If I have to look at my flashcards one more time tonight my eyes are gonna go square. How’s Granny doing?”

“She’s an empty nester and is determined to turn me into her replacement grandson until you visit again.” Eddie shook his head. “She threatened to give me a haircut the last time she dropped off a plate for Wayne.”

Ronnie had come back to visit a grand total of five times since she’d left, returning for holidays and summers to visit Granny Ecker and by extension Eddie. Each time she’d come back with stories of law school and how different New York is. 

It seemed impossible, everything that Ronnie had told him about going to college and about life outside their small town. She was playing Dungeons and Dragons still, having found a group that would play with her. According to her, being a rules lawyer for the game at a law school hit way different than it had their small Hellfire group in high school. No one even cared that they played outside of a few students who had better things to do than enact violence against a few nerds. 

Then again, in law school everyone was some sort of nerd. Eddie wondered if even a freak would be accepted there. Well, socially at least. He wasn’t delusional enough to think he’d be able to be accepted into law school with his grades. Ronnie had invited him up to visit a few times, but there was never time or money to do it. 

The two continued talking for another hour, catching up until Ronnie was scolding him for staying up so late on a school night. 

“Yeah? And what’s your excuse?” Eddie said. “It’s almost 4:20 am there.” 

“Ha. Ha. Again, ha.” Ronnie said. “Still not how timezones work. And my first class doesn’t start until noon.”

Right. In college you didn’t have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn every day. 

“Night, Ecker.”

“Night, Munson. Graduate and get laid.” 

“Does it matter the order?”

“Good night, Eddie.”

Talking to Ronnie had eased his nerves, but there was still something inside that wouldn’t let him lay down and go to sleep. It was late now, way later than he intended to stay up tonight. The night he played at the Hideout always had him up late, and his teacher already considered him more useless than usual on Wednesdays. It’s not like anyone would care if he slept in class, unless they were in a particularly foul mood. 

He made his way to a stack of books in his room rummaging through a pile or two until he found what he was looking for. Eddie’s copy of Lord of the RIngs was well loved at best, and completely trashed at worst. The cover of the paperback was nearly torn off, taped back together haphazardly over the years. Pages were dogeared, the spine was cracked, notes were scribbled in the margins, and his name was scribbled in messy cursive on the front page declaring that this book belonged to Eddie Munson and that he was in third grade.

Eddie stripped out of most of his clothes, tossing his jewelry on his nightstand, and hopped into bed. He turned on a small lamp and opened the book. He could probably recite the first chapter from memory if he tried, the words on the page a comfortable lullabye for his wound up mind. But tonight he flipped to a page near the end where his bookmark was. The flower made out of blue construction paper wasn’t nearly as old as the book, and only in better shape because it never left the safe pages of Tolkein’s writing. 

His eyes glanced at his arm again, your phone number a temporary tattoo on his skin until it washed off. Shit, it was going to wash off eventually. Eddie grabbed a pen from under his bed and added another scribble to the inside of the book before copying your number carefully onto the paper flower. At least this way he’d always know where it was. 

With that aside, Eddie didn’t make it through three pages of his book before he passed out with the light still on. 

Fall Semester, 1984

The PrinciPAL’s office was just as interesting and inviting as it always was, which is to say not at all. Eddie was slumped back on a chair, watching as Janice sorted through paperwork, pretending to look busy so that she could avoid any small talk with ‘that Munson boy’. He had been waiting for Higgin’s to show up for almost fifteen minutes now, because why shouldn’t he waste Eddie’s time at this point? The worst that was going to happen today is that they’d do their little song and dance, Eddie would plead his case that the flyers were absolutely serious and that Chris Morrison had every intent to run for student council, and that it was all of the club that had made the posters, Higgins would shake his head and not believe Eddie for a second (which to be fair, this would be the first time that Eddie would admit privately that it was his fault), they’d go back and forth until Eddie got some form of detention or Saturday school. 

Honestly, the worst part would be rescheduling Hellfire if he wound up in detention. 

Eddie had counted out 13 paper clips that Janice had used in her papershifting before the door to the front office opened up again. He looked up, expecting to see Higgins walk in, ignore him for another five minutes, before Janice would let Eddie go in. 

He didn’t expect to see you, pale and shaken, clutching a teacher’s note in your hand. Eddie watched as you handed the note over to Janice who read it, shook her head, and pointed at the chair next to himself. Your eyes never left the floor as you sat next to him, staring at the cheap carpet as if you could somehow burn a hole in it and disappear. 

Trouble was no stranger to Eddie, and Eddie was no stranger to trouble. In Hawkins the name ‘Munson’ might as well be in the thesaurus next to the word. This wasn’t his first rodeo, and it would be far from his last as long as Higgins stayed the princiPAL. He’d walk away with a lecture and a sigh and then it would be business as normal. 

The look on your face though, that was far from the mild annoyance he felt. You look downright traumatized at the idea of having been sent here. Eddie glanced up at Janice who deigned to make eye contact with him now. Her eyes flicked between the two of you, a disapproving look behind her purple frames as if this was somehow Eddie’s fault that you had ended up here as well. But then, as far as any of the faculty from the office was concerned, even him being enrolled at this school was a death sentence to the rest of the poor student body. Eddie was a disease that they would try to contain until they had the cure to remove him. 

The shaking of your knee made your chair (and his chair by proxy) rattle slightly. The quiet of the office and the mundane shuffling of Janice’s papers only added to the tension that was radiating off you. 

“Janice, is Higgin’s gonna be long?” Eddie finally asked, and your bouncing knee stopped for just a moment before going back to its nervous movement. 

“He’s in a very important meeting.” Came the reply over a stack of papers, still not looking at Eddie. 

He sighed again and looked over at you, trying to place where he knew your face. Your eyes were a bit red, and you looked like you were on the verge of crying. Shit, he needed to do something before he had to ask Janice for the tissue box. 

“First time?” Eddie asked, and when you didn’t respond he nudged your knee with his. 

You jumped slightly, head snapping up. It was a wonder you didn’t give yourself whiplash and it would have been almost funny to Eddie had you not looked like a deer in the headlights looking at him. 

“I... Huh?” your voice cracked slightly. 

“What are ya in for?” Eddie did his best to give you a smile which he was sure made him look more like a serial killer than a comfort. It was rare he wished that he had his dad’s smile, but in cases like this he’d make an exception. 

You looked at the paper in your hand and swallowed. “Uh... skipped.” 

“Skipped school or just class?” Eddie prompted, trying to get you to talk more. If you were talking, then you weren’t crying. That’s what he hoped at least. 

“Class.” He didn’t think you’d say anymore but you surprised him. “US History.” Eddie caught the way your eyes darted to Janice again as if to make sure she wasn’t listening in, but Janice had better things to do than to eavesdrop on two delinquents. “I wasn’t... I had a bad day. I'm having a bad day. I felt like I was going to explode and I went to the library.” 

Eddie nodded, wondering what had happened today that made you need to duck out. It wasn’t his business, and frankly Higgin’s was going to grill you enough as it was. 

“Rookie mistake.” He said instead. 

“Rookie...?” 

Eddie kept his voice low and leaned in closer to you as if telling you a secret. “If you’re gonna skip, you can’t go to the library. You might as well have walked into the teacher’s lounge and announced that you were cutting class.”

You let out a sharp breath that he swore counted for a laugh. “Thanks for the heads up, can you tell me that a few hours ago?”

There was color returning to your face now and Eddie kept going. His brown eyes scanned your face, trying to place where he knew you from. Hawkins was a small town, and there was nothing about you that screamed ‘I’m new!’. 

He liked your sarcasm though, and his ‘comforting’ grin shifted into a genuine smile. “If you’re gonna ditch, you need to go to the bathroom or go outside.” He said. “Especially for last period. Go hide outside in the woods and you can slip into the parking lot seamlessly without anyone noticing. By the end of the day the teachers are barely taking attendance anyway.”

“Have you been in the girls rooms here?” you asked, shaking your head. “I think I’d rather take my chances here than stay in there longer than I’d have to.” Eddie wasn’t sure if you were trying to make a joke or if you were serious.

“Would you rather hide in the boys room?” he asked. “I swear it only smells like piss almost all of the time and you’d end up in the splash zone even if you were in a stall.”

That got a laugh out of you, a genuine one. Your shoulders were relaxing and you looked down at the paper again and took a deep breath that you exhaled with a sigh. 

“I’ve never been in trouble before.” you said, your hands starting to bend and fold the paper on your lap absently. “I’m not good at being in trouble.”

“Well, lucky for you I’m here.” Eddie nudged your knee again with his. “Being in trouble is kind of my job here at Hawkin’s High. I’m a professional, you know. If I wasn’t here taking up all of Principal Higgin’s time he might have to actually do his job.” 

That last part was louder, as he directed it to Janice who refused to take the bait and only reached for her lilac stapler instead. 

A small smack on his arm drew his attention back to you, you were smiling at him looking astonished. “You’re gonna get us in trouble!” you whispered at him. 

“We’re already in trouble.” Eddie reminded you, his smile never fading. “Look, you’ve never been in trouble before, right? You’re gonna be fine. Just give him a good sob story about being overwhelmed with school, or about a sick pet. If you can squeeze out some tears that’s even better. The worst that he’s gonna do is give you a slap on the wrist and maybe detention if he’s in a shit mood”

You take in his words, listening to him carefully and taking in every word he was saying as if this was life or death. Eddie admittedly, had purposefully slipped into his Dungeon Master voice. It was a skill that normally only worked on his little sheepies in his club, and that was after semesters of training his players to listen and pay attention to his words or else it would be life or death for their characters. 

Having someone else listen to him like that? It felt really good. 

Your mouth started to open to say something but then the office door opened again and Higgin’s stepped in, nodding to Janice and then looking at the two of you. There was an accusatory look in his eyes as he made eye contact with Eddie again, and it was clear what that look said. Leave her alone, don’t make things worse for her than they already are. 

“Munson.” Higgins said and it took everything in him to stay still and not flinch at his last name. He was used to the weight that came with his name, but he hadn’t wanted you to know who he was. Not after he just remembered where he knew you from, glancing down at the note that you had folded into a flower in a fit of nerves. 

“I heard you missed me, Sir.” Eddie forced his eyes to meet Higgin’s. “You really should just start saying hi in the hallways instead of inviting me to these little chats every week. You’re taking away valuable learning time from me, you know.” 

If the two of them had been alone, Higgins would have snapped back at Eddie about being a smartass. But you were there, and the color had drained from your face again, and there was a shine to your eyes that was threatening to spill over your waterline. Higgins looked at you and motioned for you to follow him into his office. 

Eddie wished that you would turn and look at him before disappearing into the PrincePAL’s office. He could imagine you turning to look at him for comfort, he’d give you a smile that would put you at ease and a thumbs up. You’d give him another smile and walk in feeling brave. 

Instead it was like you forgot he was there as your figure disappeared behind the heavy wood door that shut with a heavy click. 

Of course Higgins had you come in first, even though Eddie had already been sitting here since the beginning of the period when he’d been called in. 

He was tempted to go over to the door and press his ear up against it to listen in on what he was saying to you but even Janice would scold him for that. So there Eddie sat for another ten minutes as he waited for you to step out again. 

Higgin’s was the one to open the door and let you out of the office, as if he were some gentleman instead of Eddie’s own personal warden five days a week. You walked out and to Eddie’s surprise you gave him a nod and mouthed thank you as you slipped back out the door and into the hallway. 

Eddie’s eyes followed you until he couldn’t see you anymore and it took Higgin’s standing in front of him with folded arms and saying his full government name for Eddie to snap back to reality. 

“Munson. A word about your little flyers?”

“Well, I’d say a picture is worth a thousand words-”

“In my office.”

Eddie didn’t remember much else about that talk, only remembering the white paper flower that had been carelessly tossed into the trash next to Higgin’s desk. 

“He still hasn’t called you?” Steve asked as you, him, and Robin continued your closing routine. The day had been busy, with almost everyone in Hawkins coming to rent a movie for the weekend. Robin was stocking the candy while you wiped down the sticky counter where children had been touching all day. Who’s idea was it to leave out free suckers on the counter anyway?

Oh right, that was your idea because you loved Halloween. 

“Nope.” you said, your voice a little tense. It had been almost two weeks since that night at the Hideout. You hadn’t returned to the dive bar, hoping that Eddie would call you and make the next move. Each passing day you had stayed as close to the phone as possible when you were home and you’d checked your voicemail every day when you got home for any sign that he’d attempted to reach out. 

Nothing. 

You shouldn’t feel this rejected but you did. It was far too early to tell if you had any feelings beyond initial attraction to the guy, but... you’d felt something. An enjoyment of bantering with him and an ease that came as naturally as your friendship with Robin and Steve. 

Plus, you had to admit it, he was really fucking hot. Seeing him play guitar two weeks ago had haunted your dreams and slipped into a few of your fantasies when you were alone. 

You kept that part to yourself though, that was the last thing that Steve or Robin needed to hear. Besides, that was Steve’s job to go far too into detail about his sex life. Steve had tried ribbing you about going home with Eddie but you’d told him that you were a complete gentleman with him. 

That night had left you feeling electrified, almost high as you danced around your room as you got ready for bed. Even as his odd parting rattled around your brain, you couldn’t help but to feel excited at the idea of seeing him again. 

Then a few days went by. Then a week. And now two weeks later you hadn’t heard from him. The kids hadn’t stopped by either so you couldn’t hassle them about Eddie either. Even if they had, you weren’t sure if you could ask about him, you didn’t want to come across as desperate. 

“Did you ever figure out what he meant by ‘five times?’” Robin asked, opening up a squished package of Reese's Cups. “Like, didn’t you say you didn’t know him?”

You threw your hands up before tossing the paper towels you were using to clean in the trash can. 

“I have no idea.” you said. “Either I’m bad at math, he’s bad at math, or maybe we’re both stupid.”

“He did get held back a few times.” Steve muttered to himself. 

“There’s a chance that you two have met before though.” said Robin, “I mean think about it, you’re both weirdos who went to the same school. Shouldn’t you both have bumped into each other before?” 

“You’d think so, but my group kind of kept to ourselves.” you said with a sigh. “We were private weirdos. When I DID try and make other friends-”

“Yeah, yeah, Chris Morrison shot you down.” Steve said, waving his hand. 

“Oh, you heard that story?” you laughed. “I didn’t think I mentioned it to you before.”

Steve gave you a blank stare that only made you laugh more. “I swear you keep talking about that guy more than Eddie. Maybe I should track him down and set you up on a blind date with him instead.” 

“Don’t you dare!” 

“Hey, that could be fun!” Robin added. “We’ll dress you up super hot, set you up with Chris, and then you can turn him down instead!” 

“Excuse you, Robin. I am always super hot.” you declared, straightening out your unflattering Family Video vest. “Who wouldn’t want a piece of this?”

You hadn’t done laundry in a week, and your hair had seen better days. The green polyester vest was wrinkled and if Keith saw you looking sloppy he’d probably have words about it. Not big words or even intimidating words, but words nonetheless. It was night and day compared to how you’d looked at the Hideout and the arcade earlier in the month. But it wasn’t like you had anyone to impress while you were at work anyway. 

“Hey, nerdy chicks can be hot.” Steve said. “I mean, Nancy’s an academic nerd and I was crazy about her.” 

You hummed thoughtfully and turned to Robin. “How about we get married instead?” you asked. “You, me, a fuck ton of cats, and a tax break. What do you say?”

Robin laughed and shook her head. “You aren’t my type.” Her eyes darted nervously to Steve for a split second and you sighed dramatically. 

“Guess it’s just me and the cats I’ll eventually adopt.” you said. “Not even a tax break.” 

“You know, Keith thinks you’re cute-”

“I am going to pretend that you did not just say that, Harrington.” you said firmly. “Nope, not happening. Uh-uh. Absolutely not.” 

“He’s not... that bad?” Robin said, but you could hear the pain in her voice through the laughter. “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.” 

“The lady is trying not to think actually.” you laugh. “We’re closed, I’m actually done thinking. I just wanna finish cleaning up and go home. What’s left?”

“Rewinding the returns,-”

“Ugh.”

“Cleaning up the kids movies,-”

“Ugh.”

“And cleaning the bathroom.”

“UGHHHHHH.” 

“Would you rather clean up the porn room?” asked Robin. 

“Yes actually, I would.” You said. “Whatever they think about doing in that room is what they do end up doing in the bathroom.”

“Gross.”

Steve sighed “Okay, I’ll be the hero and save you ladies from cleaning the bathroom. Robin, you fix the kids section, and you can rewind the tapes.”

“I thought I was in charge here.” You crossed your arms. 

“Okay, did you have a better way to divide and conquer?”

“...No.”

“Then let’s hurry up and-”

Ding!

“Who didn’t lock the door?!” you asked. 

“It was Steve’s job to-” Robin started. 

“Oh, shit. Hi.” Steve was staring at the person who had just walked in. You turned around and your heart jumped in your chest and your stomach dropped. 

“Cursing in front of customers, Harrington?” Eddie said. “Now that’s not very professional of you.”

Robin’s eyes were darting so fast between you and Eddie that you were surprised she wasn’t giving herself vertigo. You tried to give her a pointed glare but your friend either didn’t get the hint or refused to. 

“Well, we’re closed. You can’t be a customer if you can’t pay.” Steve said, putting his hands on his hips. 

Eddie looked away from Steve and made eye contact with you. It had been two weeks since you’d seen him, and you glazed at his arm for a second, trying to see if the faded remains of your phone number were still stamped on his arm. Unfortunately for you he was wearing a heavy leather jacket and you had not yet developed x ray vision. Perhaps in another genre. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” Eddie asked and you, ignoring Steve who looked mildly offended. 

You stood there in shock for a second before Robin nudged you in the rib. 

“I- uh. I have to finish closing.” you said, snapping out of it. 

“Steve and I can handle the rest of closing!” Robin grabbed Steve and shook his shoulder. 

“Guys, I’m literally in charge of you both. I can’t leave before you.” You said, already reaching for your bag under the counter. 

“We can handle it!” Steve said. 

“And I can handle Steve!” Robin added. “We close without you and Keith all the time, remember?”

You could trust Robin, and as long as Steve didn’t knock down any displays then it wouldn’t take them more than another ten minutes to finish up. You were so tempted to turn them down, make Eddie wait as you had waited for him for the past two weeks. 

But you were already stepping behind the counter towards Eddie and tossing the keys to lock up to Robin. Keith would murder you and write you up (in that order) if he knew what you were doing but looking up at the roundest pair of brown eyes you’d ever seen had you in the mood to make questionable choices. 

You shrugged off your vest and tossed it at Steve, in an attempt to make yourself look like you hadn’t spent the whole day dealing with unruly customers and screaming kids. Part of you almost wished that you had agreed to bathroom duty, if only to give you an excuse to look in a mirror and straighten yourself out. 

“Thanks, guys.” you gave them a quick nod, catching sight of Robin’s knowing smirk and Steve shaking his head before walking out the door that Eddie was holding open for you. 

The last thing you heard was the scrambling of the entrance to Family Video being locked. 

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Part 7

Dividers by @strangergraphics

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[reysdriver]

Come Here Often? | E.M.

based on a headcanon I wrote here: You get your first detention because of Eddie, and he loves it — eddie x fem!cheerleader!reader fluff

warnings: smoking cigarettes, making out

words: 0.8k

You weren’t sure how, but Eddie had convinced you to skip class with him and smoke in the back of his van. In hindsight, you probably should have left school property to avoid getting caught, but you had made Eddie promise not to go too far because you had to be back for your history test last period. 

“See? Isn’t this so much better than a boring algebra lesson?” Eddie asked you after taking a drag from his cigarette and exhaling out his open back window. 

“Well, I don’t know. Algebra can be kind of fun sometimes.” You teased. “You might have to do some work to entertain me here.”

“Oh, yeah?”

You nodded with a cheeky grin. “Yeah.”

“Then you take this, princess.” He handed you his burning cigarette. “And I’ll entertain you.”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your neck. He started to kiss you in a way that you knew would leave a hickey, but you let him keep going. In fact, you took a puff of Eddie’s cigarette and just laid back and let him entertain you. 

You had to admit, it was a lot better than your boring math class, that is, until you heard a knock against the passenger side window. Even though your heart was already beating heavily, you could have sworn it jumped up a hundred beats at the sound. 

“Should we—” 

Eddie cut you off with a quick kiss. “No, just pretend we’re not here.” Then he went right back to you. 

Then a voice came from outside. “Step out of the van, Mr. Munson!”

He unlatched his lips from you finally, and he opened the back door of his van, stepping out just as the voice had asked. 

“Mrs. O’Donnell, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

You looked out one of the windows and saw the teacher showing a piece of paper to Eddie. “A pink slip, Mr. Munson. And one for your guest. Could you please have them step out as well so I can finish filling it out?”

He looked hesitant for a moment, then turned back to the car and called you over. You crawled over to the back door and Eddie stood there, holding a hand out and telling you not to worry. You stepped out and Mrs. O’Donnell recognized you, then went back to her notepad. 

“Miss (y/l/n), I’m disappointed.” She said, continuing to write. “They’ll be expecting you both in detention this afternoon for skipping class. I’d advise you to get back, at least for next period.” 

“Great catching up with you, as always!” Eddie called as the science teacher walked back to the school. Eddie turned on his heels to face you with his hands in his pockets. “So how does it feel getting your first write-up, princess?”

You rolled your eyes, and started walking to get your bag out of his van. “I’m never letting you convince me to skip ever again!” 

“Hey, hey, what are you doing?” He rushed over, gently grabbing your upper arms and trying to get you to stay. “You heard her, we can stay out until the end of the hour. What’s she gonna do? Give us double detention?”

Your eyes widened. “Is that a thing?!”

Eddie couldn’t help but laugh at your reaction. “No, of course not.” 

“Well, I still don’t want to risk it.”

You slung your bag around your shoulder and walked back over to go listen in on the rest of your class.

✦✧✦✧✦

You were the first one in the detention room after school. You used one of the payphones to call your parents and tell them you would be hanging out with some of the other cheerleaders and that you’d be home late and then you sped right over. 

You chose a seat near the window, then pulled out your notebook to get started on some homework.

After a few minutes, Eddie strode in, confident as ever. He took the desk in front of yours and turned around to sit backwards in his seat and face you. 

“Hey, you come here often?” Before you could answer, he kept going. “Just kidding, I know you don’t. I think you should come more, though. You could skip some of those cheer practices to be here.”

You brought your gaze back to your notebook and hid your smile with your downturned head. “I hate you.”

He laughed quietly. “Nah, you love me. Even when I help you out of your girl-next-door shell and get you in trouble.”

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[fan-fantasies]

Falling into Place

A/N: thank you so much to everyone reading my Eddie pieces and for requesting a second part! Not gonna lie, my mental health is taking a dip at the moment so please bear with me if I’m absent a little bit going forward. As always, please reblog and comment 😊

Part two of “We Aren’t Friends.”

Pairing: Eddie x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drug use

You handed in your project to your teacher the next day, having stayed up all night finishing it. You actually finished it not too long after Eddie left but you weren’t able to fall asleep so you just kept trying to touch it up.

“And Eddie actually helped you?” The teacher asked, rightfully suspicious of the two time senior.

“Yeah, we met up every day actually to work on it. He was a big help.” Not a complete lie.

“I’ll have the grade back to you by the end of the week then. Good job, (Y/N).” You just simply smiled and went back to your seat.

Eddie walked in only moments later and his eyes found yours out of habit. You quickly looked away, fidgeting with the pencil on your notebook. You didn’t noticed how the boy sighed and trudged to his seat not far from your own. You thought he might say something to you and you were disappointed when he didn’t.

You swore the class would never end. You could feel Eddie’s stare burning a hole into the back of your head, but you refused to turn around and acknowledge him. Pretend like the other didn’t exist, that’s what you had said.

But maybe you were regretting it. You wanted to talk to your fluffy haired friend, but you weren’t friends anymore, we’re you? Not thanks to you.

After an excruciating hour, the bell finally rang. You grabbed your things and sprinted out of the room before everyone else. You knew people were staring at you but you didn’t care.

Lunch was the period you were dreading most. Eddie usually put on a little performance or speech and you didn’t want to watch today. You decided to take solace in your car, picking apart your food that you weren’t really hungry for.

You happened to look out your window and saw Chrissy heading back into the school. You didn’t think she drove so you were curious. You looked to where she was heading from and saw Eddie hopping out of his van. You rolled your eyes- of course, had to sneak away for a quickie during school.

He took a minute before heading back to school grounds, looking across the lot. His eyes locked with yours and he instantly froze. You shook your head and looked away, putting your lunch back in your bag. Against your better judgement, you turned on the ignition and drove off. You had never skipped school before but it was much needed.

The rest of the week you managed to avoid Eddie fairly well. You only saw him in class, and occasionally in the halls, choosing to eat your lunch in the library. Things were getting a little easier for you day by day, but the same couldn’t be said for Eddie.

He was mad, mostly at himself. He was mad that he blew you off in the lunch room that day but he was even more angry at the fact that he let himself feel hope- hope that he had made a new friend and hope that there may be something more there. But with the way you cut him off, he knew he was entirely wrong.

“Dude, you have to stop sulking!” Dustin whined before their campaign was set to begin. “She’s just a girl.”

“How would you feel if Suzie broke up with you?” Eddie asked, annoyed with the freshman.

“But she didn’t break up with you. You weren’t even dating,” Lucas told him.

“I do not need to be lectured by freshman right now!” Eddie ran his ringed fingers through his hair. The younger boys shut up, but not before mumbling something about Eddie being whipped and royally fucking up.

Eddie even complained to Chrissy about it- telling her they had to be more careful about meeting up because it upset you. They decided it would be best if he would just leave her purchase somewhere for her to grab, her doing the same with his money. She didn’t want to be seen either, her little problem needing to stay a secret.

That Friday, you were counting down the minutes until you got to leave for the weekend. You were hoping everything would go off without a hitch but it was never that simple.

“(Y/N), Eddie, I need to see you after class.” You finally dared to look at Eddie for the first time that week. He was already staring at you and gave you a sad smile. You turned back around with a sigh. The minutes ticked by as your anxiety rose more and more. Once the bell rang, you found yourself standing in front of your teacher, next to Eddie, close enough to almost touch.

“I just wanted to tell the two of you how fantastic your project was. And Eddie, (Y/N) assured me that you helped out and I’m very proud of you. You two make a great pair,” she said. You did your best to muster up a fake smile but Eddie seemed genuinely pleased. “Alright, off to your next class.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you said quietly. You left the room quickly, but Eddie’s long strides were no match for you.

“Can you please wait?” He asked, grabbing your hand to stop you.

“I don’t have time, Eddie. I have to get to class,” you protested.

“Considering you skipped the whole second half of the day earlier this week, I think you can handle being a few minutes late.”

“Oh fuck off, that was a one time thing,” you scoffed.

“Like us?” He asked.

“What do you mean ‘like us’?”

“Like, was our friendship just a one time thing? Because I really don’t want it to be. I miss you,” he almost whispered. He fiddled with his rings nervously waiting for you to respond.

“I miss you too,” you admitted for the first time openly. He looked up with a hopeful smile. “But that doesn’t change anything. I’m sorry.”

You ran to the bathroom before he could say anything else. You had convinced yourself you were too different to be real friends and your feelings may have scared you a little bit. A noise in the stall behind you scared you even more though, causing you to jump.

“Oh hey, (Y/N), right?” Chrissy asked. Of course she’d be in there.

“Chrissy.” You gave a curt nod and decided it would be best to find somewhere else to hide. As you made a beeline for the door, her voice stopped you.

“I’m not involved with Eddie!” She said quickly. You turned around, shocked.

“Excuse me?”

“I just wanted you to know, he and I are strictly business. But don’t tell anyone!”

“Um sure?” You were confused why she even cared.

“It’s just… he’s been miserable lately and he kinda told me you were upset because you thought he and I were a thing. He’s a good guy and he deserves to be happy. And so do you.” You never expected those words to come from her mouth.

“Well thanks, I guess.” She smiled at you softly before exiting the bathroom ahead of you. You sat there for a minute to gather your thoughts.

Did this really change anything? He still blew you off in the lunch room and for a drug deal. You were acquaintances and nothing more. But you felt more. And maybe so did he. There was only one way to find out. Ask him.

But you weren’t up for that. Not yet. You needed to take the weekend to process everything and make a decision. You just had to make it through the rest of the day.

You decided to eat lunch in the cafeteria, needing the noise of the crowd to drown your thoughts. Eddie was perched at the head of his club’s table and he stopped talking the minute he saw you come in. His friends followed his gaze and just sighed, wishing for the misery to end.

You sat with your usual group, most of whom were busy studying for exams. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Eddie. He kept looking at you as well and it made you nervous. You began to play with your bottom lip, chewing on your nails every now and again.

“She looks like she wants to say something to me, right?” Eddie asked no one in particular.

“Pretty sure if she wanted to talk to you she would,” Mike said. Eddie glared at him. “You asked!”

“Why does she keep staring at me then?” The guys looked at each other and started to snicker and laugh. “Okay don’t answer that. Assholes.”

He suddenly got tense, seeing you rise from your seat. You walked toward him, eyes locked on his. His heart began to race and he wiped his sweaty palms on his ripped jeans.

Just as he thought you were about to stop and talk to him, you just walked right past. You were close enough that he could smell your sweet shampoo and perfume. He had teased you once about smelling too girly but secretly he loved it, especially when it would linger on his jacket after you borrowed it in the chilly library a few times.

“Ouch, that was harsh,” Dustin mumbled. Eddie watched as you exited the cafeteria, just before the bell rang.

You had every intention of going up to Eddie and talking to him. Just to say hi even. But as you got closer, you were worried he would shrug you off again and you couldn’t deal with that. You’d have to muster up the courage to talk to him some other time.

The rest of the day flew by and you wanted nothing more than to race home and lock the door to the world for a few days. You practically ran to your car but stopped when you noticed a piece of paper on your windshield. You carefully grabbed it and opened it up. Inside the words “tomorrow night?” were sloppily written.

You checked the backside and the front again to make sure there was no other message. Tomorrow night what? It made no sense.

You looked around and, upon seeing no one, shoved the paper in your bag and got in your car. Maybe someone placed it there by mistake or it was a really bad joke. Or maybe someone was going to murder you the following evening. No one could know for sure.

You weren’t particularly worried and your parents were gone for the weekend so you had the house to yourself to relax and do whatever you wanted. And all you wanted to do was relax, listen to some music, and watch your favorite movies.

So when the next night rolled around, you had completely forgotten about the weird note on your car. You snuggled into bed somewhat early, curling up with your most recent choice of novel. You were lost in your fantasy world when you heard a soft tapping. You ignored it until it got louder.

Your book was tossed across the room as you screamed, seeing a face peering in from your window. He looked apologetic, and motioned for you to open up.

“I do have a front door, you know!” You yelled as Eddie climbed into your room.

“Didn’t you get my note?” He asked.

“That was you? How was I supposed to know that meant you’d be trying to break into my house!” He looked terribly confused.

“It should have said ‘I’ll be at your window tomorrow night at 8.’ Did it not?” He asked.

“Uh no. Did you not write your own note?”

“I’m gonna kill him. I may have been running short on time so I asked Henderson to write it and stick it on your car which was apparently a mistake,” he sighed. Both of you stood in an awkward silence, neither of you knowing what to say.

“Soooo what’s the reason you’re stalking me again?” You finally asked. He let out a snort.

“I guess I kinda am, huh?” He laughed. “I just really miss you.”

“Maybe we’ll get paired up on another project before we graduate. She seemed to like how we worked together,” you suggested.

“You know that’s not what I meant. I really thought we were friends,” he said.

“I thought so too until I was blown off twice in one day. And Chrissy already told me you two aren’t involved, so save me that speech. Not like I’d care,” you scoffed, trying to play it off like you weren’t jealous.

“She did? Well it’s true, she’s just a client. And I regret blowing you off in the cafeteria. It was a mistake. I just wanted to protect you,” he said.

“Protect me from what?”

“The crooked stares. The bullying. The judgement for being friends with the freak.” You sighed and sat on your bed, patting the spot next to you which he gladly took.

“You’re not a freak. It was my decision in the first place to be seen with you. I don’t give a shit what anyone has to say about you and besides, we graduate in a few months anyway. They’ll go on to lead incredibly mediocre lives and you’ll be some rockstar somewhere.”

A huge smile broke out over Eddie’s face and you couldn’t help but smile too.

“I also may have over-reacted a bit. It’s just- it would be easier if we went back to pretending like the other doesn’t exist.”

“I’ve always known you existed,” he mumbled.

“No, I know-”

“No, you don’t.” He played with his rings nervously as you waited for him to explain. “I may have asked for you to be my partner on this project. The teacher came to me and asked who I thought could actually help me and I chose you.”

“That’s very nice, Eddie. Thank you for thinking I’m smart.” He reached over slowly and grabbed your hand. When you didn’t pull away, he continued.

“It’s not just because you’re smart. You’re gorgeous and likable. You’re soft and sweet. You’re everything I’m not and I thought the only way I’d ever get to talk to you was if we absolutely had to. So I may have let my little crush help sway my decision,” he admitted. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you didn’t know what to say. With every passing second, Eddie regretted what he said more and more.

“I’ve always admired you.”

“Why?” He didn’t believe that he was admirable at all.

“Because you’re so confident and loud. You’re hilarious and don’t take anyone’s shit. You’re everything I’m not,” you said with a smile.

“I’m not as confident as you think. Didn’t even have the balls to ask out the girl I like,” he chuckled.

“Why not give it a try?” You asked quietly. You bit your lip and looked up at him. His grip on your hand tightened and he took a deep breath.

“Would you maybe want to go out with me?”

“I would love to,” you answered. “And I don’t give a fuck what anyone has to say about it.”

Eddie jumped off of your bed and did a dance around your room. You just smiled and shook your head at him.

“Just one request!” He stopped dancing and looked at you. “Please just use the front door from now on.”

He practically pounced on you, pushing you back onto the bed. He peppered your face with kisses through your giggles.

“Now what’s the fun in that, princess?” He placed a sweet kiss on your lips and it felt like everything was falling into place.

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[lolahasmoxie]

Making Up for Lost Time - E.M.

So like 4 months ago, I wrote "Sleep Tight" which I can't believe has over 1300 notes. Anyway, I am finally writing something else with these two.

As background, Eddie and Reader have known each other since they were kids. The reader left Hawkins after graduating (Eddie's first try @ Senior Year) and moving to Chicago for college. They lose contact with each other for about 10 years until Reader returns to Hawkins. Eddie has a 4-year-old son Ronnie, and Eddie and Reader are about 28.

Tags are at the end from everyone who said they wanted a part 2.

WORD - 1.8k

FOLLOW UP TO SLEEP TIGHT

WARNINGS - smut and feels. Angst w/ a happy ending

Italics are flashbacks

You were waiting in your driveway, looking down the street anxiously for any sign of Eddie's white van.

"Peanut, we need to get going." your dad said with a sigh. Your mom was already in the passenger seat, the back of the station wagon filled with what you would be taking to Chicago. You were genuinely ready; your best friend was the only thing missing.

He had promised he would be here. He promised he would be here to send you off on your next adventure, yet the road in front of your house was silent, with no sign of Eddie's van.

"Just five more minutes, ok?" you asked, and your dad simply smiled as he shook his head. You continued standing there, arms crossed across your chest. With a defeated sigh, you turned towards your car when you heard it. The sound of a fast-coming vehicle approaching, and with a grin on your face, you watched as your best friend came to a screeching stop in front of your house.

"I'm here!" he shouted, nearly falling out of the driver's seat as he made his way towards you, not giving a single fuck about the volume of his voice and how it might irritate your neighbors at 7am.

"I knew you would make it," you said with a smile as you hugged him eagerly. Eddie looked past your shoulder and waved at your parents.

"Good to see you, son." your Dad chuckled. "Was afraid you were gonna be a no-show."

"No way," Eddie said with a grin. "Couldn't let the college girl go without seeing her off proper." Your dad chuckled to himself before he climbed into the driver's seat. "So, you ready for Chicago?"

"The question is, is Chicago ready for me," you said with a tone of pure confidence that made Eddie's heart skip in his chest.

"You're gonna be fine; you'll slay 'em dead," he said with an assured voice. He paused when he saw a look of worry flash across your face. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," you said, looking away for a moment before you spoke again. "It just, what if..."

"What is it?"

"What if I fail?" When you looked back at Eddie, you were met with his warm brown eyes, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Are you kidding me? You were the class salutatorian; you're gonna do great!" Eddie said with an assured voice.

"That was here; Hawkins is a tiny ass pond compared to Chicago. What if I fuck it all up?"

"Then you come back home, lick your wounds, and we'll get you back into the big bad world." Eddie sounded so sure, but he had always been your biggest cheerleader.

"Maybe I should stay," you said quietly. Eddie let out a sigh and placed his hands on your shoulders.

"You could," he started, his heart clenching at your hopeful face." But I know you, and you would hate yourself if you didn't go." You sighed, knowing every word he spoke was accurate.

"What will I do without you?" you asked, and Eddie hated the hitch in your voice.

"You're gonna be fine. And besides, if anyone gives you problems, just call me, and I'll roll in and kick some ass." You chuckled, your hand quickly moving to wipe a few tears that had fallen down your cheeks. Eddie didn't say anything; he simply pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. He rested his head on yours, inhaling deeply and trying hard to remain stoic.

"Y/N," you heard from the car. "We gotta get going if we want to make it by check-in!" You pulled back and looked up at Eddie. You slowly pulled away but stopped when you felt his hand in yours holding on. You turned towards your friend, the one who knew you better than anyone else. He looked like he wanted to speak, and you tilted your head at him.

"Eddie," you asked quietly. He sighed before he squeezed your hand.

"Just," he said before letting out a heavy sigh. "Call me when you get there. I want to know you got there safe." You nodded before turning back towards your car. You opened the door but paused before closing it and returning to Eddie. His heart beat wildly, bracing himself as you leaped into his arms.

"I'm gonna miss you," you said, and he squeezed you tighter. He placed you back on the ground and ran a hand over your hair before running a thumb over your cheeks.

"You're gonna see me in two weeks. Plus, you're amazing; you'll have new friends in no time."

"But they won't be you."

"Damn straight," he said with a cocky grin that made you chuckle. "You'd better get going; we both know your dad is a stickler for a schedule." You nodded before reaching up on your tiptoes to place a soft kiss on Eddie's cheek.

"I'll call you when we get there." Eddie nodded as he watched you climb back into the car. He watched as your dad started the station wagon and smiled as you leaned out the window to wave goodbye to him. He stood there until your car had vanished down the road and was no longer in sight, on its way to take you to a new city and a new life without him.

He climbed back into his van and took his time driving back to Forest Hills. The ride was silent; he just didn't have it in him to turn on the radio. He parked the van and entered his trailer, standing in the center of the living room and only turning when he heard Wayne's pickup. He didn't move as his uncle entered their home.

"Hey boy, you back already from seeing your girl off?" his uncle asked with a hopeful grin. "Tell me everything; what did she say?" Wayne's grin fell when he noticed Eddie's shoulders slump.

"I couldn't do it."

"What?" Wayne asked in a quiet voice. He moved to stand before his nephew; he hadn't seen him look that heartbroken since the night the police had dropped Eddie in his care. "What do you mean you couldn't tell her?"

"She's going off to a new life; she doesn't need me holding her back."

"That's horseshit, and you know it, boy," Wayne said with gruff certainty. "Shit, you've loved her since you were 13." Eddie sat down with a huff on their old sofa. He rested his elbows on his knees, his head resting in his hands as he looked up at his uncle.

"She said thought about staying," he said quietly. Wayne's face lit up.

"Are you kidding me? That was your in, boy!"

"I told her to go." Wayne let out a heavy sigh before taking a seat next to Eddie. "I told her to go because I didn't want her to hate me when she realized she should have left Hawkins when she had the chance."

"Oh, Eddie," Eddie sniffled this time, and Wayne wrapped his arms tightly around his boy when Eddie finally started crying. Eddie hugged his uncle back, letting out his grief that his best friend had left and had taken a piece of his heart with her. His best friend had left, and he had done nothing to stop her.

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The feel of calloused fingers down your back brought you slowly out of sleep. You shifted closer to Eddie, your arms tightening around his ribs as you turned your sleepy face towards him to see his brown eyes already focused on you.

"You're being a creep," you said, causing Eddie to pull you closer to his side. You couldn't help the content hum from you as you felt his lips against your hair.

"Couldn't help it; spent years dreaming about just this scenario," he said as his lips found yours again.

Your first date had been a smashing success and was hands down the best either of you had ever had. It was nothing fancy; Eddie had taken you to a movie, followed by a last stop at the diner. You had concluded that the date was going so well because you already knew everything about each other, so there was none of that awkward get-to-know-you bullshit. On your porch, you had kissed and kept kissing before asking if he would like to come in for coffee. Two rounds of coffee later, you had fallen into a blissful sleep until now.

You glanced at your alarm clock, seeing 3:15am staring back at you. Shuffling closer to him, you placed soft kisses on his chest, over the demon's head tattoo that you had held his hand through when he was 16. "It's late," you mumbled before placing your head over his heart.

"We've got time," Eddie said, and you smiled as you felt his hand lift your chin up to look at him. Before you could reply, his lips were on yours again, his tongue sliding into your mouth when you gasped at the feel of his other hand trailing down your sternum. He shifted you until you were underneath him, all sense of sleepiness gone as you felt his cock hot and heavy against your thigh as Eddie's lips moved to your neck. Your breaths were heavy when he pulled back, reaching a hand down to run his cock through your folds as a whine left your throat.

"Besides," he said as he pushed forward, entering you fully before resting his forehead against yours. "We have so much time to make up for."

His chest was pressed against yours, his hips grinding deeply against yours, hands intertwined and clasped tightly. When you came, it was with his name on your lips, heart nearly bursting when he did the same seconds later. In the afterglow, you noticed tears brimming in his eyes, and all you could think of was how you wanted to live in this moment forever. Your hands cupped his face and brought him down for a deep kiss, pouring your love into him before pulling him down to rest against you. His head against your chest, you could feel your own tears beginning as you felt his lips place soft kisses over your heart.

"Ssssh," you whispered as you ran a hand over his hair. "I'm not going anywhere, promise." He shifted his hips, his cock finally pulling from your heat as he shuffled the two of you onto your sides. He pulled you against his body, his grip firm as if he feared you would disappear into the night.

"Love you," he said softly. You felt your body blush as his lips moved against your hair. He finally let out a sleepy yawn before he continued. "Gonna marry you, so act surprised, yeah?" You couldn't help the smile as soft snores told you that Eddie had fallen asleep. You yawned, feeling sleep coming for you as well, and you pressed a final kiss on Eddie's chest before closing your eyes.

"Looking forward to it."

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[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

messier // two

I'm tryna tell myself I'm gonna stay away from you I should've known better, you got a way that's gonna weigh on me

Practice was terrible, just like I figured it would be. I dropped almost every pass I was given and when I saw he was watching us in the stands, I ran right into one of my teammates. My thoughts were so clouded and I hated every moment of it. This wasn’t like me to lose focus, nothing never interrupted me while I played but I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. He stayed for our whole practice, lingering even after we left the ice. I couldn’t tell if he was this dedicated to hockey or just being a creep. “Maddie, are you okay?” I looked up from my stall at Stacie as I took my skates off. “That guy we were talking about, what’s his name?” “I think his name is Matt.” She replied with a puzzled look, “please don’t tell me you wanna ask him out?” “God no.” I responded a little too quickly, fumbling with the same knot over and over on my skates. “My nephew has a new assistant coach and he fits the criteria my sister gave me.” “Yeah that’s definitely him, but don’t let him get to you though…I swear he gets off from that.” “Noted.”

After practice I threw all my stuff in the garage at home before heading upstairs to shower. He was still on my mind and couldn’t shake it off no matter how hard I tried. My eyes closed in the shower as I pictured him in that hoodie again, remembering he had a cluster of tattoos poking out under his rolled up sleeve. He had that boyish look I liked in a man, no facial hair, a sweet smile…

Maddie, snap out of it.

The water ran cold, telling me it was time to get out. I threw on a pair of biker shorts and an old Underoath shirt I got at warped tour years ago and crawled back into bed. I was so exhausted to the point that I never bothered to dry my hair. I finished the rest of my iced coffee and bagel I grabbed from Dunkin on the way home and watched reruns of The Office before I laid down for a much needed nap.

“Maddie?” My eyes flickered open as I saw my sister standing in my doorway. “Hey, what time is it?”

“It’s five, dinner’s almost ready if you want something before taking Carson to practice.” “Okay.” I replied, yawning deeply. “I’ll be down soon.” Olivia left my room and I bolted to my closet to figure out what I was going to wear. I grabbed a pair of black ripped jeans, a long sleeve grey shirt and my checkered vans. My hair was still wet so I blowdried it and threw it back into a claw clip before putting some make up on to look a bit more human. My perfume collection was a little sad so I snuck into Olivias room and sprayed myself with some of her YSL perfume. “Ew.”

I looked over at Carson who was staring at me with a scrunched up nose. He always had something to say when I put any effort into my appearance. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt, most days I’m at work or playing hockey so my make up days were very far and in between. After we finished up dinner we headed to the rink, my stomach was a mix of butterflies and anxiety knowing I had to see him again.

“I don’t like him.” Carson muttered as I helped him with his skates. I turned my head and sure enough, he was standing there talking to the rest of the coaching staff. He smiled at whoever he was talking to and I tried to fight the flutters I was feeling. “I’m getting the sense a lot of people don’t like him.” “He’s so mean to me.” My eyes met my nephews and he looked like a lost puppy. I knew I had to say something because it wasn’t right for someone to have such a negative impact on a child, especially in sports. I get it when they’re a little older and need their ego deflated, but right now? Not necessary. 

Carson finished up getting ready and headed towards the ice with the rest of the team. As I was putting some of Carson’s things away, whatshisname walked back into the room, wearing what he wore earlier, this time with a clipboard and whistle around his neck. He looked taller on skates and that backwards baseball hat wasn’t helping the situation. “Oh, it’s you again.” He smirked as he looked up from his clipboard, “what are you doing here?”

“I was just helping Carson get ready, he’s my nephew.”

“Hmmm” he replied, his eyes wandering up and down my body for the second time today, “I’m his assistant coach, Matt.” We finally have a name.

“Madison.” My own name trembled past my mouth and my palms started to get sweaty the longer we stayed in this room together.

He stared at me like he was trying to analyze everything about me. The longer he looked at me, the more my body began to tingle. He smirked before turning on his heel and walking towards the ice. Just like I did this morning, I watched him walk away before I headed into the stands to watch Carson practice. Matt wasn’t exactly coach material from where I was sitting. He spent more time blowing his whistle unnecessarily and yapping to the kids. My eyes rolled so far back into my head I thought they were going to get stuck. I really wanted to know what his issue was and why he felt the need to coach on top of everything else he had going on. 

Towards the end of the practice I saw Matt skate over to the Carson, he knelt down and talked to him for a minute. I noticed Carson’s head slump a bit and he skated off the ice and towards the dressing room. I just about had enough and stormed down to find out what he said to him.

“Carson, what did he say to you?” I asked as got into the dressing room. He had his mask off and his eyes were red from the tears that fell from his eyes.

“He said I’m not starting tomorrow because I wasn’t good last weekend.” He sniffed as he took his pads off. His teammates began to trickle into the room and he was trying to not show them he was upset. Blood boiled inside of me as I waited for Matt to come back into the dressing room, but there was so sign of him, I took it upon myself to look for him instead.

As I got to the bench I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him skating around and shooting pucks at the net. He was a damn good skate and his puck control was impeccable. I hated admitting that. My eyes followed him for a few minutes before he saw me standing there. That stupid smirk of his appeared and he skated right up to me…making me almost forget why I came out here.

“Why are you benching Carson tomorrow?”

“He lets in garbage goals, a four year old could’ve stopped more than he did last weekend.” He replied, leaning over the boards and not taking his eyes off of me. 

I began to shake my head, feeling my fight or flight mode activating. “Should I remind you he’s a kid? You don’t need to be so hard on him.”

“Really?” He sarcastically laughed as he stood back up. “Why don’t you coach him then?”

“I might if you keep treating him like this.”

I think he had just about enough of me because he slammed the bench door open and stormed right over to me, towering over my small frame. “What is your problem anyway?”

“Right now? You’re my fucking problem.”

“Is that so?” He replies, biting his lower lip. At this point I was taking baby steps backwards to get out of his magnetic force he was trying to use on me. I was about to protest but he opened his mouth again, “Then why have you been staring at my mouth this whole time?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie.” His voice softens as he takes another step closer to me. A gasp fell past my lips as my back made contact with the wall. He stood over me, his somber eyes locked in on me. I had nowhere to go. 

“I’m not lying.”

“That’s too bad cause I can’t stop looking at yours.” His stupid smirk showed up again as he backed away from me, “see you at Carson’s game tomorrow.”

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[eddievanhammettmunson]

You’re Enough.

Eddie Munson x female reader.

Author's note- Hello my little Demobats. How’s everyone doing? I was not doing well when I wrote this but I’m better now, probably because I wrote it so enjoy.

Warnings- violence, angst, fluff, lock picking?Jason Carver cause he really needs a warning. Mentions of injury and descriptions. Angst with a happy ending.

Summary- after a fight with Jason, Eddie begins to wonder if he’s good enough for you. Luckily you’re there to let him know he’s good enough.

Eddie Munson has always had a hard life. From the day he was born until the day he found himself getting the shit beat out of him by Jason Carver and his gaggle of goons from the basketball team.

Now getting beat up by Jason and these assholes was nothing new to Eddie. What was new was the reason why. Eddie and you had started dating a few months ago. Now you weren’t any cheerleader or town princess but to the looks of it you were definitely out of Eddie’s league. At least that’s what everyone seemed to think.

And Jason wouldn’t let Eddie forget it. For some reason today Jason just wouldn’t let it go. Everytime he passed Eddie in the hall he would spit out heinous words such as “freak” and “loser” and all around horrible things to remind Eddie of his place at this school.

Every Time you saw it happen you would go up and give Eddie a big ol kiss that everyone could see. You wanted everyone to know that you were Eddie Munsons girl and that wasn’t about to change because of some jerks.

Today like any other day when Eddie was heading to his van after hellfire alone that’s when Jason decided to jump him. Beating him senseless punch after punch. Eddie thought his lungs were going to give out from how hard they were kicking him on the ground. He’d done great fighting back at first but when it’s 1 against 4 you don’t stand much of a chance.

Eddie kept trying to fight back on the ground and at least shield himself as Jason began to speak through his punches.

“You’re never gonna be good enough for her you know”

Another kick to the stomach.

“You live in a trash ass trailer park”

A punch to the face.

“Don’t you think a girl like her deserves better than you?”

One last kick to the face.

“If I were you I'd let her go. She deserved more from life than what you’re gonna offer her, freak”

Jason spat on Eddie one last time before nodding his head and signaling for his friends to leave.

Eddie stayed on the ground for a while. Nothing was broken from what he could tell but he knew he probably looked like hell. Eventually he picked himself up and went home. Cleaning himself up and getting ready for bed despite Wayne’s protests that Eddie should eat. Eddie didn’t feel hungry.

Eddie didn’t feel much of anything at the moment. Normally Eddie could take people's words like it was nothing. He’d been called a freak his whole life and it meant nothing. But what Jason said to him today was eating away at him.

What if this is all he could offer you in life? What if he never made it big as a rockstar and all he could offer you was this trailer park life with a guy who couldn’t even graduate high-school who plays D&D with a bunch of teenagers? Eddie hadn’t said it yet but he was madly in love with you. And Jason’s words stung so much because Eddie does believe deep down. That you deserve more than him. More than what he can offer you in life.

Eddie didn’t sleep that night. Instead he stared at the ceiling. He debated. Was it better to let you go? He couldn’t stand the idea of it. The idea of living his life without you. But what if that’s what you needed? What if he was holding you back from everything you deserve. He contemplated ways to get better.

He thought of leaving corroded coffin. Dedicating all his time to studying and then maybe settling on a trade school or picking up more hours down at the auto shop. Despite all of this and all of these debates, Eddie doesn’t sleep that night. So he decides it’s best not to go to school in the morning.

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Arriving at school you immediately notice Eddie’s van is nowhere to be seen. You continue to class hoping Eddie just slept in or was late. But as each hour ticked by and you didn’t see your boyfriend in the halls you knew he wouldn’t be there today. That was odd considering he always called you to tell you if he wasn’t going to be there.

Thinking about it now a lot of things were off. Eddie hadn’t even called you last night to tell you how things went after hellfire. So at lunch you made your way to the hellfire table to investigate.

As you sat down you saw everyone there except for Eddie. Sitting down you turn your attention to Gareth.

“Gareth, have you heard from Eddie today?”

Gareth set his sandwich down and turned to face you.

“Nope. Haven’t seen him since he left hellfire last night.”

“Did he seem okay after hellfire?”

“Well we had a pretty sick campaign so I don’t know why he wouldn’t be.”

“I think I’m gonna go check on him. I’ll see you guys later though okay?”

You said your goodbyes to the club and grabbed your bag as you made your way out of the cafeteria. As you approached the door you were stopped by Jason Carver blocking your path.

“How’s the freak?”

“Move it jason”

You attempt to step around him but he slides in front of you once more.

“Just figured after last night he could use his girl after the beating he took.”

Your stomach automatically twisted and your heart fell to the floor. You prayed that Eddie was alright.

“What the fuck did you do to him Carver.”

Jason did nothing but smile and begin to saunter over to his table. You weren’t having it so you stuck your foot out and tripped him. Jason fell face first and hit his eye on the corner of a lunch table. You stepped over his body and made your way out of the cafeteria in a rush.

You made your way to each of Eddie’s classes and picked up his homework and assignments and then decided to skip the rest of the day to go check on him. Making your way to your vehicle you speed out of the parking lot without a care. If Eddie was hurt you needed to go see him.

***

Arriving at Eddie’s trailer you see his van but not Wayne’s. You walk up to the door and knock but receive no answer. You can’t hear any music playing inside and your worry begins to grow.

You go back to your car and rummage through your bookbag until you find two Bobby pins that you manipulate and reshape before walking back up to the trailer door. You get on your knees and it takes a few minutes because you’re rusty but you get the door open with relative ease.

Walking into the trailer it’s eerily quiet and that makes you worry more. There’s no music playing, no guitar strumming, no insanely loud horror movies playing. Nothing. You make your way down the hall to Eddie’s room and you knock one but receive no answer. You knock a second time and there’s still no answer. You turn the knob anyways and enter.

Upon entering the room you’re relieved and also still worried. There is Eddie curled in the fetal position shirtless on his bed with his Walkman on his ears blaring music. That would explain why he didn’t hear the knocking.

The part that worried you was that you couldn’t even see his face yet but you could see the trail of cuts and bruises that trailed up and down his torso. A mix of fried crimson and deep purple all across his body.

As you rounded the bed and came face to face with him he jumped. He wasn’t even asleep, he was just laying there with his eyes open staring ahead of him. Upon seeing you he jumps up quickly and tears the Walkman off his head. Standing in front of his bed looking at you.

“What are you doing here?” He doesn’t sound angry. Just genuinely confused to see you.

You don’t hear his question however. You’re staring at all of him. Taking in his fat lip, bruised eye, cut nose, cut cheek, the dried blood from his ear, the bruises that went all around his torso and arms. You were devastated to see him. So much so that you could feel tears welling in your eyes.

“E-Eddie, I’m so sorry.”

He looked at you confused as he stepped forward.

“Pretty girl, what on earth are you sorry for?”

Once he was close enough you reached out a shaky hand to cup his face as gently as you could but he moved away from you. It hurt because all you wanted to do was hold him. Maybe he actually blamed you for this too.

“Eddie, I'm so sorry that they did this to you. It’s all my fau-“

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t do that y/n. Don’t blame yourself for what those assholes did to me.”

You step closer and try to take his face in your hands once again but he steps back further. You huff. Annoyed now.

“Eddie please I’m sorry. I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

“You don’t have to y/n. I’m fine. I think you should go actually.”

“What?”

“You don’t have to waste your time taking care of me seriously baby I’ll be fine.”

The tears start streaming down your face and you don’t make an effort to hold them back.

“Why? Why don’t you want me to take care of you?”

As soon as you started crying Eddie felt terrible. He doesn’t know why you’re crying but he feels guilty nonetheless. He steps forward and cups your face. Bringing his thumbs up to wipe your tears but just as he had done to you as soon as he gets close enough, you back away.

“No Eddie. Why don’t you want me to take care of you? I’m sorry okay I’m sorry they did this to you. How can I make this better? I'm sorry.”

Eddie sighed and put his hands over his face as he sat back down on his bed. He doesn’t look at you and instead fiddles with the rings on his fingers.

“Baby it’s not like that. I don’t blame you for what happened to me, I promise.”

“Well then what is it? I want to take care of you. Please let me.”

He sighs “you shouldn’t have to take care of me sweetheart.”

“Why not?”

“I'm supposed to take care of you baby.”

“I don’t need to be taken care of right now. You do. And when I do need to be taken care of, you do take care of me. So let me.”

You step forward and get close to the edge of the bed and Eddie scoots over to make room for you next to him.

You remove his hands from his face and hold his hands in your own.

“Eddie, please talk to me. What’s going on? What happened last night?”

He still doesn’t look at you but he looks down at your intertwined fingers and decides to ask you a question.

“Y/n. If this is all I could offer you in life. Like this trailer. This park. This kind of life. Would you hate me for it?”

You remove one of your hands from his and bring it up to his face. Cupping it and making him look at you.

“Eddie, why are you asking me this?”

“Baby can you please just answer my question first.”

You look into his eyes and you know this question means a lot to him. That this question is all or nothing.

You maintain eye contact and cup his face with both of your hands as you speak.

“Eddie Munson. You listen and you listen good. I don’t care if we are homeless on the street living under a bridge together. I don’t care if we’re in a multimillion dollar mansion in Hollywood. I don’t care if we live in this trailer eating Mac n cheese on this shitty mattress sharing with your uncle for the rest of our lives. You’re it for me. You’re enough. In fact you’re more than enough. The love you make me feel is more than I could ever ask for. I love you Eddie.”

Eddie doesn’t know when he started crying but he is. Not loud crying. Just quiet sniffles as tears streamed down his face and he held his hands over yours where they cupped his face. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his nose before enveloping him into a hug as you stroked his hair.

“Eddie. What’s going on my sweet boy? What happened? Please talk to me?”

Eddie pulled back from you gently and just looked at you. With his big brown soft eyes he looked at you and gave a faint smile as he brushed some hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear.

“Jason and his assholes caught up with me after hellfire last night. Beat me up and told me just how much I don’t deserve a girl like you. Guess I may have started to believe them a little bit.”

You sigh and shake your head.

“Those assholes don’t know anything eddie. They certainly don’t know anything about you or me or our relationship. If you’re feeling like that again please just talk to me. Please.”

He rested his forehead against yours and left a tender kiss on your lips.

“You’re it for me too, you know that. All night I thought of ways to be better for you. To be enough. I know you already think I am and I love you for that. But I really am going to work harder. I’m gonna graduate and I’m gonna be a rockstar and I’m gonna buy you anything you want baby cause that’s what you deserve. You deserve everything my sweet girl. I love you too.”

“You’re gonna do anything you put your mind to Eddie. I believe in you. So if you really wanna do this I did happen to pick up your homework before coming over here. I can stay and help you if you want.”

“Well princess that would be just lovely.”

As you and Eddie worked on your homework together Eddie managed to keep a slight smile on his face almost the entire night despite how much his face hurt. Not only did you tell him you loved him. But you let him know that he was in fact. Enough.

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[your-divine-ribs]

Ice Cold Part 2

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Warnings: brief violence (not really graphic)

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I’d played this moment of coming face to face with Van so many times in my head but nothing could have prepared me for the reality.

He certainly wasn't a huge guy in terms of build but he was tall and he managed to loom over me intimidatingly so, his ice cold eyes burning right into me, his lips pulled back into a mocking kind of smile. He appeared to be unarmed, but that fact didn't necessarily give me the upper hand. I’d seen what he was capable of just with his bare hands. If I wasn’t prepared to take him out or at least incapacitate him straight away then I was as good as dead. But still I hesitated.

"So... we finally meet," he said, his voice low, and as he spoke he took a step towards me.

"Don't come any closer!" I cried, dismayed that my voice sounded strangled and desperate, frightened even.

That was my first mistake. Men like Van thrived on fear. That was what gave them their power. The adrenaline coursing through my body was making my hands tremble and I tried with all my might to hold my gun steady, but as I saw Van's eyes flick down and back up, his smile widening, I knew he could see my nervousness. And what's more he would certainly use it against me.

"What you gonna do love? Shoot me?" He said, his tone derisive. He took another step.

I instinctively backed up, staying silent, worrying that if I spoke again my voice would betray me even more.

"I asked you a fucking question Lyla."

"How do you know my name?" I blurted out. The gun was positively jittering in my hands now. He ignored my question.

"Why don't you put that away sweetheart, before someone gets hurt." He emphasised the word 'someone' but the inference that this would be me was clear.

My second mistake was to hesitate. Before I could even think about my next move Van closed the small gap between us, wrenching the gun from my hand and grasping the wrist of that hand, spinning me around in one quick movement. Then I was hurtling towards the wall of the alley face first as he pushed me up roughly against it.

My mind whirred with all the training I’d been given, how to free myself when being restrained, how to take down an assailant. Usually this came to me without thinking, an automatic response as natural to me as breathing, but I was helpless as Van pressed me against the brickwork, the weight of his full body pressing into me from behind.

The pain from my arm twisted up behind my back was white hot but I didn't want to show Van any more signs of weakness. I swallowed the sobs that rose in my throat down. I could handle pain. I’d been trained to take it.

"What am I gonna do with you, huh?" He mused. "I suppose I should kill you..."

Why the hell was he wasting his time toying with me? Jason could come around the corner and put a bullet in his brain at any moment.

As if he read my thoughts I saw his free hand rise up in my peripheral vision, then I felt the cold steel of my own gun press against my forehead, heard the catch engage, ready to fire.

This was it. All the years of my life had led to this point. All the honours I’d won and commendations for service, for being 'the best'. Wiped out in a split second, and all for what? Some stupid perverse fantasy that had made me lose my head.

I screwed my eyes shut, waiting, my only relief the fact that a bullet at this close range meant that it would all be over in an instant. Practically painless. Van being merciful for once.

"Fuck..." I heard him mutter under his breath.

The pressure of the gun eased slightly before he pressed it back twice as hard. I let out a whimper, not caring now if he knew I was scared. What did it matter? It was game over. I tensed myself, waiting...

And then what happened next floored me. The gun was suddenly gone and strong hands gripped my shoulders, spinning me around until my back hit the wall and I was facing him. One of his hands shot forward to grip my jaw, forcing my head back. His eyes scanned my face and then he bent his head down low, so close his lips brushed my ear as he spoke.

"You have no fucking idea..."

Then he lingered at my neck for a long moment, his breath hot against my skin, the sensation sending a wave of desire through me so strong that I felt dizzy. I closed my eyes, afraid to look at him as he pulled back, scared I’d lose myself completely if I did.

"This is for your own good."

The blow was delivered in such a way that blackness claimed me instantly. I didn't even feel myself hit the ground.

"So can you just go over it one more time Lyla?"

I was at the London headquarters for a de-brief. My superior Paul was sitting on the desk, leaning over me whilst I sat there, ice pack in hand, trying to soothe the injury that I’d sustained to the side of my head.

"Again?" I sighed. "I feel like I've told you a million times."

"So he incapacitated you, took your gun... and then hit you with it instead of shooting you?"

"That's what I said."

My head was really throbbing now and I just wanted to knock back some painkillers, get back to my hotel room and crawl under the covers. Of course my injuries weren't the only reason I wanted to hide away. I was full of shame for letting Van slip through my fingers. I’d acted completely out of character, I’d literally gone to pieces and now he was still out there.

I couldn't afford to do that, not in this job. I’d been lucky this time but next time who knew what might happen?

Next time... fuck... the thought of seeing him again sent shivers of excitement through me that I had no business feeling. I shifted in my seat, glanced up to see that Jason had entered the room.

"Got off quite lightly there didn't you?" He said, coming to a stop in front of me, hands on his hips.

"Yeah..." I murmured. "Guess I was just lucky."

Jason let out a snort and I immediately snapped my head up, anxiety washing over me when I saw the expression on his face. It wasn't unusual to see Jason looking smug, but there was contempt there too, his eyes boring in to me.

"I mean I don't get it," he said. "That's not McCann's style. If he got the opportunity to wipe out one of us lot he'd jump at the fucking chance."

"Maybe he's going soft," I smirked at him, trying not to let my unease show.

Paul stood up. "Well, I don't care what it is. I'm just glad he spared you Lyla. We couldn't afford to lose you. You rest up for the remainder of the day. And that's an order."

He patted my back gently as he passed me, making for the door. At last... I could get back to my hotel room, run a hot bath, open a bottle of wine and try to drown out these confusing feelings that were running ceaselessly through my brain.

I stood and stretched animatedly, yawning before mumbling a goodbye to Jason, but when I went to walk past him he grabbed my arm, bringing me to a stop.

"I'm not fucking stupid," he muttered under his breath.

I wrenched my arm away forcefully. "What's your problem?" I shot back.

"Something going on with you and McCann that you wanna share with me? Off the record like?"

I froze, panic rising again but I pushed it aside, bringing myself up to my full height and squaring up to Jason.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I snapped.

"I fucking saw you!" He hissed, eyes flashing. "Just before he whacked you and took off!"

Fuck! Now my heart was pounding, my throat dry. I tried to maintain a neutral facade but Jason's expression suggested he could see right through me. Or maybe he was just calling my bluff. I mean, what the hell could he have seen? The feel of Van's breath hot and tempting on my neck as he pressed into me raced through my mind, sending heat rushing to my cheeks. This was dangerous. I had to quash it now.

"Look... I don't know what you thought you saw, but there's nothing going on. He was this close to killing me. He had a gun pressed against my fucking skull!"

I held Jason's accusing stare for as long as I could before I pushed past him, shunting him to the side.

"I'm watching you!" He called after me.

The job might have been tough but there were perks. My hotel room was pretty lavish, furnished immaculately and with huge floor to ceiling windows that gave me a fantastic view of the city. I poured myself a glass of red wine and peeled my clothes off down to my underwear, stretching out my limbs and rolling the tension out of my shoulders. Then I crossed over to the huge sunken bathtub, stirring some bubble bath into the water and then finally slipping out of my underwear and stepping in, submerging myself in the fragrant bubbles.

The blinds were wide open purposely, I wanted to lay back and watch the city below me. Everyone going about their business, places to be and people to see. Somehow it was a comfort to witness a sense of normality whilst I felt like my life was so chaotic and out of control.

Sure enough before long my thoughts strayed to Van. I tried to wrestle them away but it was no good. Now I actually had some fuel to feed my fantasies. I couldn't stop thinking about what he'd said and how he'd acted towards me. It was almost like he'd been thinking about me just like I’d been thinking about him. But that was just ridiculous... wasn't it?

A conversation popped into my head that I’d had with my mother when I’d first taken on this job. She'd questioned how I’d ever find myself a 'nice, normal young man' working in this field, mixing with the underbelly of society, witnessing horrific acts. She worried that it might somehow warp my mind, especially with how much the same job had monopolised my father’s life. I’d told her she was being ridiculous. Now I wasn’t so sure.

Again I re-played the feel of Van's lips hovering over my neck, his breath in my ear, the way his body felt pressed up against mine, the way he'd taken control of me completely. He could have had his way with me right there and then and there would have been nothing that I could have done about it...

Shit... why did that turn me on so much? Even when my thoughts turned to the feel of the gun pressing against my temple my fire wasn't dampened, if anything it just raged hotter.

I drained my wine and reached over to pour myself another glass then I lay back, my mind straying even further into dark territories. One of my hands slipped down between my thighs whilst the other ran over my breasts and I tipped my head back, caught up in the images running through your brain, no longer caring about whether it was right or wrong to feel that way.

The shrill ringing of my phone on the side of the bathtub wrenched me out of your thoughts and I sat up quickly in the bath, momentarily flustered. I hoped it wasn't damn work, they'd promised me the rest of the day off to recover after my ordeal.

There was no caller ID, but I answered the call nevertheless.

"Hello?"

Silence. No... not silence. Someone was breathing heavily on the other end.

Great, thats all I needed. Some pervert trying to get his kicks. I was just about to unleash my wrath on to my mystery caller when the voice down the line made me freeze.

"How's your bath?"

The voice was unmistakable. It was Van.

#ice cold #van mccann #au fanfic #vanfic #van mccann fanfic

[e-munson666]

Miss girl after reading that very spicy and angsty Steddie Fic, I think we should get a part 2 so we know what happens after Steve returns👀

If you insist. HERE IT IS.

++Steddie x Girlfriend!Reader++

Warnings ⚠️: 18+, language, mature content, unplanned pregnancy, MORE ANGST! fighting. Abuse, Stalking, Steve is MEAN. Eddie is very protective of reader. Everyone is 21.

Taglist: @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @kylaasposts @joekeeryworld @aggressiverocknoises @need-a-life-or-grass

Part 1

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Steve came back from his "walk several hours later, drunk, and still fuming. He sees you and Eddie sitting on the couch, Eddies arms wrapped around you. "Get the fuck up" Steve demands, grabbing your arm.

"Dont tou.." Eddie began before Steve cut him off "SHUT UP MUNSON." His grip around your wrist tightened as he pulled you to your feet.

"Heres what's gonna happen" he said, face inches away from yours, "your either going to get rid of it, or you both can get the fuck out of here."

"Shes not getting rid of MY baby Steve" Eddie scoffed, reaching his arm in-between you and Steve.

"Shes MY girlfriend Munson, and if she wants to stay here and be with me, she's fucking getting rid of it." Steve spits, grabbing Eddies collar. The boys stared at each other in a heated, silent glare, chests heaving, fists clenching.

"Im not getting rid of it Steve" you mutter, looking over at Eddie.

"Then get the fuck out. Both of you. NOW" Steve yells, shoving you towards the door. The last time you saw Steve was when Eddie was pounding his fist into Steve's face for touching you. "Go, wait in my van, I'll be right there" he commanded through gritted teeth before shutting the apartment door, ready to full on brawl with Steve.

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That was two months ago. Now you and Eddie live in a tiny little trailer, close to his uncle Wayne. Eddie picked up more shifts at the hideout, and you got a part time job at the Library in town. You and Eddie were happy, incredibly in love, and so excited for your baby. There was just one problem, Steve Harrington was stalking you.

It started 2 weeks ago, when Steve caught a glimpse of your tiny bump as he was waiting for Henderson to come out of the Library. He knew he'd royally fucked up the moment he regained consciousness after Eddie had beat his ass. He wanted you back with him, no matter who's baby that was, he NEEDED you back with him.

It was innocent at first, he would come by the library every day, sitting out in his car waiting to catch a small glimpse of you as you walked to your car. But it escalated quickly from there, he would follow you home, and spend hours watching you and Eddie through the windows of your trailer. He watched as Eddie catered to you, watched him spoil you, watched him take Steve's rightful place as the man in your life.

Neither you or Eddie had noticed Steve following you around, that is until today, when Eddie came to pick you up from work. He'd only driven you because you felt dizzy that morning.......when he pulled his van up to the parking lot he saw Steve's BMW. He didn't think much of it at first, its a public library after all, and Steve and Henderson still hangout quite a bit. It wasn't until he noticed Steve still in the drivers seat that he started to get concerned. Eddie became angry when he saw you walk out of the library and towards his van, and he saw Steve's eyes on your every move.

Eddie was almost on fire when you finally entered the van. "Eds......what's wrong?" You ask, immediately noticing how angry he was. "Eddie?"

"Nothing sweetheart" he lied, carefully pulling out of the lot and heading home. It wasn't long until he caught a glimpse of the BMW trailing behind them. That solidified it for Eddie, causing him to become enraged.

"Princess" he said, in a too calm tone, "dont be scared okay, but Steve is following us."

"What?!" You choke, turning in your seat to see that Eddie was right.

"He was watching you, as you walked out of the library. He watched you walk all the way to my van, and now the fucker is following us" Eddie grips the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turn white. How dare Steve bother the two of you after everything he fucking did. He had a lot of audacity to even fucking look at you at all.

He made a split second decision, holding his arm out in front of you as he stomped on the breaks. The van came to a screeching hault, and Eddie could hear Steve's tires do the same.

"Eddie" you nearly whisper, seeing the anger in his face, knowing what he was about to do.

"Stay here baby, PLEASE." He begs, kissing your cheek before unbuckling his seatbelt. Before you could argue with him he was hopping out of the van, stomping towards Steve, who was already leaning against the hood of his own vehicle.

You were too scared to move, so you just watched in horror at what was unfolding.

"Why the fuck are you following us Harrington" Eddie yells as he approaches Steve, hands gripping his collar as he speaks.

Steve just flashes a coy smile at Eddie before responding, "Im here to take my girl home." Returning Eddies grip around his jacket.

Eddie is taken aback by what Steve had just said to him, "what the fuck are you talking about Harrington, that's not YOUR girl anymore remember, she's mine now, she's all fucking mine, you piece of shit" Eddie seethes, shaking Steve as he just laughed in Eddies face.

As you watched from the van you witnessed the most horrible thing happen. Steve swept Eddies leg out from under him, slamming him onto the pavement, knocking him out. You saw the dark look on Steve's face as he turned to the van.

Before thinking you tried to scramble out of the passenger seat, attempting to run into the forest you were parked near. You didn't make it far before Steve had a tight, rough hold around your neck. "Dont fucking fight me babydoll" he said coldly.

You thrashed around for a moment, trying to escape his grip, but he tightens his arm around you, cutting off your air. You gasped for air and stumbled on your feet as Steve led you back to his BMW, shoving you inside. He turned to where Eddie was laying on the pavement, a tiny trickle of blood running down the road where Eddies skull hit the concrete. Steve spit on the ground next to Eddie before climbing into the drivers seat of his car.

You were shaking and crying frantically. "Steve" you whimpered, his tires screeched as he turned the car around, speeding away. He didn't respond to you, he just kept driving, flashing you a crazed look every now and then.

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A/N: this went off the rails HARD!!! But I fucking love it. Part 3?!

[syncopein3d]

Broken World

3. I Trust You

Part 1

Part 2

CW: badly injured whumpee, implied past violence, loss of consciousness, bathing, offensive/ignorant cis questions, blood, bruises, broken ribs, difficulty breathing, stranger caretaker, emesis mention.

Robert passed out again while Ripper was hosing him off. It was busy trying to scrub a fat clot off his shoulder, some kind of deep gouge, when it realized he was sliding sideways, mouth slightly open.

“Dammit, Robert!”

It woke him up again by running cold water into his hair. He sputtered, but on the third time he didn’t come up swinging.

“Talk,” Ripper said, pushing him back straighter against the end of the huge tub. “It’ll help you stay conscious.” It groped around with a wet hand and found the water bottle to give him another sip.

“Fuck, that’s good. What you wan’ talk about?” he asked.

Ripper shrugged. This was the longest conversation it had tried to have in years now. “How’d you end up there?”

“They grabbed me from behind a soup kitchen. Big van.” Robert shrugged one shoulder on the side away from the blackened ribcage. “I use’t be strong, but never like that guy.”

“Were you homeless?”

“Yep. Long time now,” he said. Either he’d never cared, or he was too out of it to feel ashamed. “Wan’ guess what jobs there are for slightly strong regen guy?”

“Uh.” Ripper thought about it as they sprayed down Robert’s toes. Clotty black clumps washed away down the drain, revealing the raw nail beds. Robert barely reacted. “Pharma research, C tier meta team, or assassination? Maybe bodyguarding?”

“Grew up in lab,” Robert said. “So I’ve done, huh, three ou’ four of those.”

“You were never an assassin?”

“Never on a meta team,” Robert said.

“So how’d you end up homeless? Killing people pays pretty well if you don’t get caught.”

“Pharma lab found me. Had to lay low,” he said. “Your turn. You a lab rat too, or you a comet kid?”

“My Mom saw the comet while she was pregnant,” Ripper said. “I knew I wasn’t normal, but the world didn’t break until I was about thirteen. The younger kids weren’t like me yet, so I left. Safer for them.”

“Wha’ gonna do with carnite?”

“Sell some. Barter some for services. Barnhardt wants it bad enough they’ll give me anything and not ask questions. If I give you the sprayer, can you do your - ?”

“Yeah. Gimme the soap.”

The Ripper handed over the fancy gel soap (“sandalwood and musk”) and turned far enough away not to look at him directly, but not so far they wouldn’t see sudden movement. They could hear Robert swearing quietly as he worked on washing himself.

“Hit man part din’ bother you,” he said after a second.

“I’ve done things for money I’m not proud of. Now I’m just a thief. Did you kill anyone I’d have heard of?”

“You a cop?” Robert asked, and then laughed until it doubled him over in pain.

“Careful. If you abuse the broken ribs you can get a punctured lung,” Ripper said. “Then I have to dump your ass at Providence Everett.”

“No,” Robert wheezed. “They’ll find me. PharmaCon or 99B, don’ matter. Fucked.” The water ran for a moment, soft and persistent. Eventually he said, “mostly cartel an’ mafia. One billionaire, but he wan’ famous. Edgar Warrington. I’m done.”

“Okay. Probably easier if you let me do the hair.”

“Got any scissors?”

“I’m not a barber. It’ll look bad.”

“Don’ care. Looks bad now.”

“Okay, but you were warned.” The Ripper went to rummage in the sink counter drawers for scissors and haul the trash can back. “Are you gonna freak out if I touch your head?”

“No. I trust you.”

Ripper stared down at him. After a second, Robert opened his eyes again, squinting half-blindly up at them.

“Wha?”

“Nothing. Have another drink. Hold still.” For a while there were only snipping noises. Robert didn’t speak for a couple of minutes, but an occasional noise or movement indicated he was still conscious. Ripper was peripherally aware of his wiry shoulders gradually dropping. Eventually he said, more quietly,

“Wha’ you call yourself? A not man, not woman?”

“Some people say agender, I guess. I don’t really feel non-binary.”

“You got a dick?”

“None of your business.”

“Tha’s not fair. You seen mine.”

The Ripper snorted. “Not because I wanted to.”

Robert laughed, but more carefully. As the Ripper cut away filthy locks, more of a bony jaw emerged. His nose was too swollen and crooked to tell much about, but it might have had a hooked tip.

“How’s it looking?”

“How many times have you been hit in the head? It’s lumpy.”

“Lots, but mostly before the 99B’s. I been shot in the head twice.” He seemed a little clearer. Maybe hydration was helping.

“I don’t think I believe you,” the Ripper said.

“Small cal. I was lucky bo’ times that they dumped me inna trash ‘n not river. Couldn’t ‘member my name for a week once.”

“Uh huh,” the Ripper said.

“Who’d you kill?”

“Are YOU a cop? Don’t laugh again. You’ll hurt yourself.” It tossed the last disgusting hair strand and then the scissors after, reaching for the shampoo. The water was still running, but it was clearer now. It was a weird feeling, washing someone else’s hair. They remembered hair wash day from when they were small. Mom used to give them little scratches, and sometimes they would almost fall asleep, sitting there hypnotized.

“No billionaires,” the Ripper said. “No big names. I got offered Impervious and said no. They sent somebody else, one of the hand-beam types. I think she’s still in jail.”

“I bet,” Robert said. “More water?”

“Here. Did you ever hear of Blackknife?”

“Uh… only visible unner UV lamp?” Robert mumbled. His breathing seemed a little easier. Maybe it was the steam.

“That’s Blacklight, from 25B, the Dark Squad. Blackknife was an enforcer for this crime family in Boston. The McAllisters.”

“Oh, the guy with the spikes,” Robert said “That was news. Big mess.”

“It always is,” the Ripper said. “All right, let’s rinse and then we’ll look at you.”

It was looking at a middle-sized naked man, probably muscular once, now wasted and bony. With his hair newly clean and short and slicked back, his face seemed bigger and the swelling worse, but at least all but the most stubborn and necessary clots were gone. His fingernails were gone, too, something that hadn’t been clear when both his hands were covered in a layered black crust. There wasn’t much of him that wasn’t mottled with layers of old and new bruises. He held his breath when Ripper felt around his sore ribs, but he didn’t fight it.

“One’s broken, definitely. One maybe just cracked.”

“Yeah, I know. It hurt less last time.”

“They just kept working you over when your meta quit?” Ripper asked.

“It just slowed down at first. They hadda keep checking,” Robert said. “See if their – wassus – hydrocarnic sulfate was working.”

“Well, this cut on your face could use stitches, but I don’t know how to do that,” the Ripper said. “Everything else is just time and taking it easy, probably. Unless you’re bleeding internally.”

“I just gotta not die ‘til I can heal, that’s all. Easy.”

“Easy,” Ripper repeated. “Okay. Here, drink the rest while I go find you some pants. If I make cup noodles, can you drink some broth?”

“Yeah.”

They taped gauze over the places that were oozing. Then they helped Robert dry off and get into a pair of their sweats. They half-helped and half-carried him next door to the guest room, where their duffel and water case and box of ramen cups were. This single room was bigger than their mother’s apartment had been, and that was without counting the huge bathroom. The queen-sized bed had a black plush comforter with matching pillow shams. The hardwood floor was covered in blue and black rugs. There was a table and chairs and a matching tv console and dressing set that had probably come from Crate and Barrel. They had that heavy, expensive look.

Ripper piled up pillows behind Robert and pulled the covers up to his chest. Then they went to start the hot water in the fancy copper-colored electric kettle on the console. It had taken the kettle from a tiny upstairs kitchen that was definitely intended for the help.

“Aren’ we leaving DNA around?” Robert asked.

“I’m already going away for life if they catch me. Who cares about breaking and entering? You think you could keep down some acetaminophen?”

“I’m ready to try,” Robert said. He moved uneasily against the pillows. “It usually hurts a lot less than this.”

The Ripper took a couple of the pills itself on the way back and dry-swallowed them out of Robert’s sight. It felt like eating gravel, but they stayed down. They grabbed another two water bottles as they went to check the kettle. There was no bubbling sound yet, so they went to sit on the edge of the bed and feed Robert the four capsules. He cupped their hand with his, but he was too shaky now to try and hold something small. Ripper helped him drink again.

“You’re hot,” they said. “Hold still.” It laid the back of its hand against his forehead.

“Then why’s it so cold?” Robert mumbled.

“You’ve never had a fever?”

“I don’t get sick.” He sounded slightly offended by the idea.

“Well, you’re sick now,” Ripper said, giving him another drink. “Probably pneumonia. You sound like it. How long ago did he break your ribs?”

Robert had to stop and breathe for a second after he had swallowed, wheezing softly, before he could answer. “No clock. No idea. Couple of days?”

“Hm. Well, you’re going to have to stay propped up.” The electric kettle whistled softly. Ripper went to pour the hot water into the ramen cup. It stared at it blankly for a moment after, mind empty, painfully swallowing water. Then they went to get a fork and a mug from the little kitchen. It swirled the noodles around impatiently until they were soft enough to eat and hooked them out with the fork to put in the mug. Sometimes they’d add hot sauce, but that didn’t sound good right now.

“Okay, go real slow with this. I don’t know what your stomach can take, and maybe you’ve never thrown up –“

“No.”

“It makes a mess. And it’ll make you weaker. So do what I tell you.” The Ripper set the mug on the nightstand and helped him get his hands around the styrofoam noodle cup, supporting the bottom until they were sure he wouldn’t drop it.

“I think,” Robert gasped afterward.

“Shut up and breathe, Robert.”

“I think you like telling me what to do.” He ignored the Ripper’s glare from under hood and over mask as he sipped again. “Eat your noodles.”

“I was going to anyway,” it said.

“But now you’re also doin’ what I tell you. Ha.”

Part 4

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[midnightmayhem13]

You belong with me

it's me, hi (hi) i've been dying to write darcy so i came up with this fic🩶 if y'all have any requests don't b shy i'm bored as hell

darcy lewis x asguardian!reader; pretty fluffy no warnings enjoy🩶, in my head R is some sort of goddess w powers but it isn't specifically stated so yea👍

since you were one of thors closest friends you always got wrapped up in his shenanigans. you were also pretty close to the odinson family because you knew them since you thor and loki were little.

mr and mrs odinson never admitted it but they kinda hoped you'd end up with one of their boys.

though, you didn't float that way. and thor and loki saw you as family.

when thor got sent to earth, odin asked if you would keep an 'eye' on him. you cared about thor and honestly were scared to say no to odin so you obliged.

when you got to earth you definitely got a better landing than your dear friend. seeing as he was laying on the floor and unconscious.

there was mortals surrounding him though, with some sort of vehicle. you studied them. no danger, easy targets. you weren't gonna attack them. if they provoked you, you wouldn't let them slide.

there was a man, well in his age. a women, possibly the 'leader' of the group. but the last girl, she was absolutely beautiful. easily the most gorgeous women in all the ten realms.

"big guy brought his friend" the man stated alarmed

"i'm so sorry maam i don't know where you two came from and i swear i didnt mean to hit him with my car and she didn't mean to tase him im sure." the women, who you later found out was jane, rambled.

you only smirked. guess the angel of a women took down the god of thunder.

"don't worry miss, we don't mean harm" you said, voice thick with your asguardian accent.

"that's probably the hottest alien i've ever seen."

you turned to face the source of the angelic sound. you couldn't help but step closer to her.

"may i get a name, darling?" you asked looking down at her. noticing she had raised her weapon. cheeks still a rosy color.

"darcy, darcy lewis. it's an honor to meet you space person" she said charismatically.

"it's an honor to met you darcy. i'm y/n y/l/n." you grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. having learned from thor on how to make women swoon.

darcy's jaw dropped. this hot ass alien just fell from the sky and is now centimeters away from her lips.

"can you help us carry your friend into the van?" the man stated, ruining your moment

"don't worry sir i got it from here." you said shooting darcy a flirtatious glance and walking towards your dear friend.

darcy looked at jane who looked at her simultaneously, shooting her two thumbs up.

you picked up your friend as if he weighed nothing, propping him over your shoulder. your biceps flexed deliciously against your traditional asguardian clothing. darcy nearly drooled at the sight.

you laid him in the vehicle and you all got in. you made sure to sit next to darcy.

you told everyone what was going on, jane nearly crashing when she found out there was two gods in her car that had fallen from another realm.

the next day thor had woken up and you explained everything. you made sure he wouldn't be reckless and hurt somebody, especially her.

during breakfast you scolded thor like a child and asked him to behave. having to slowly explain he wasn't a prince here.

during your stay with darcy you watched her like a hawk. she was so gorgeous. she was intelligent, humorous, did you already mention gorgeous?

you told her many times about it too.

"you have to be the most beautiful women in all the ten realms my dear" or " are you sure you were born here? and not heven?"

she was equally as flirty. well she tried, she was constantly flustered by your gaze or remarks.

you two fell in love. from the very start there was just some sort of connection between you two. but this wouldn't be any ordinary long distance relationship.

you wanted to love darcy. you dreamed of falling in love since you were a little girl. but, she was a mortal. you were the goddess of (your choice).

you didn't let it distract you tho. thor fell in love with jane so you'd follow in his footsteps.

your glad thor didn't like darcy like that. you were sure she wouldn't like you if he was the other option. but darcy wished the same. she was glad that you liked her and not jane. she'd want her friend to be happy of course. but with you? she'd be a little jealous.

you accompanied thor with his hammer troubles because well it was your job. but darcy saw your capabilities while you fought alongside thor during the battle where all of your friends came down to help.

"well that was certainly something" darcy said as you and her walked away after thor and jane went to go do their, thing.

you looked at darcy, slight battered up. nothing your godly healy couldn't handle.

"you think?"

you let out a breathy laugh. you stared at darcy's beauty once again.

"you're gonna have to ask me out on a date if you keep staring at me like that ms y/n." you laughed once again swooning over darcy's humor.

"i'd love to take you out, my love. i'm just not aware of thors plans. i hope i can see you again.

darcy sighs realizing you actually were from another realm.

it broke your heart. you met the girl who you were sure was the love of your life, but she had to be from another realm.

"don't go falling for any other gods up there alright?" she giggles trying to make the best of the situation.

"after meeting you my love, i never want to look at anyone else." you said planting a kiss on her forehead. giving her a big hug.

saying goodbye was the hardest thing. but you left her with a promise to come back. and there was no way you were ever gonna break it.

a/n hi

idk if u guys would want a part two lmao also i got distracted and wrote my whole fantasy w my whole oc in mind but hoped you enjoyed. it's lowkey highkey bad but oh well. i love darcy nd i'm tryna fill up her tag.🩶 send requests PLEASE

#darcy lewis x reader #darcy lewis imagine #darcy lewis #marvel imagine #wlw

[h4rring1on]

Your work is awesome but.....

Imagine Eddie is at the store and sees Steve after they had a fight. Steve looks at Eddie goes up to him and a fight breaks out. You go from the car too see what was taking to so long but see Eddie and Steve fighting.

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

you two were sat in eddie’s van, in silence. you took a look at him and remembered what happened earlier

“eddie stop! eddie!” you screamed as eddie kept punching steve, and steve dodging him and punching black

it was all evident on his face, the cuts, bruises, the blood dripping from his face, he refused to let you clean it up. from the look on his face, he clearly wasn’t gonna talk, and he was still angry.

you didn’t know what fused this fight, he didn’t even mention it, didn’t even talk. just sat in silence as he drove to the store, he didn’t even say why. but you just listened, not wanting to leave him alone since he was still angry.

“are you sure you don’t want me to clean it up?” you said as you gently grabbed his face, not wanting to touch any cuts or bruises

he grabbed your hand and put it down, he quickly stepped out of the car, “stay here” he sternly said as he walked away, it was the first he spoke since the fight.

he lit a cigarette and smoked it outside of the store, once he put it out, he walked in and looked for whatever stuff he needed, his entire body stiffened at the sight of steve there, steve also saw him and just glared

“what are you doing here.” steve said but eddie didn’t answer, steve stepped closer, “i said, what are you doing here?” steve said as he pushed his finger onto eddie’s chest

you were still in the van, a million thoughts going through your head, something was clearly going on with eddie, and he wasn’t telling you a thing.

you suddenly heard something break, you weren’t parked too far, so you could hear it. that was it for you, you quickly got out of the car and ran inside, only to see eddie and steve fighting again, only this time, eddie’s punches were way stronger, probably from being angry beforehand

you didn’t know what to do, the two kept fighting, punching and hurting each other, “say that shit again, motherfucker!” eddie yelled as he punched steve, steve grabbed him

“i said your girlfriend’s a cocksucking slut” steve said, fueling eddie more

you froze.

people finally managed to separate them, eddie took a moment to catch his breath, he looked to his side to see you standing there. worry and hurt taking over your body

“i thought i told you stay in the car” he said as he lit another cigarette while sitting in the van

you stayed quiet, steve’s words echoing through your head, “hey” eddie snapped you back to reality, “you were supposed to stay in the car”

“is that why you were fighting him?” you said in a low voice and eddie just looked away. eddie knew you hated him fighting, he expected you to yell, to say anything that’ll show you’re mad.

but you didn’t , you struggled with it but you managed to sit on his lap, and you hugged him. “thank you” you whispered

his expression softened, “i couldn’t let him talk about you like that” he said as he hugged you back

“i know” you said as you let you and held his face, “let’s clean you up, you can’t say no. and no more fighting!”

he chuckled, “sure sweetheart”

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[integra1127grimmreaper]

Let's Start Over

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Sad Alt Ending

Clay Masterlist

Warning: violence, angst, mention of murder & attempted suicide, character death

A/N: Because @scorpioempress begged me for a happy ending... Here ya go luv!

Thank you to @chalahyung01 for the ideas in order to make this chapter! 💖

Summary: Alterative ending to Doesn't Even Matter. Chapter inspired by the song - It's Not Over by Daughtry. A surprising twist in plans comes forward.

You silently followed behind Roque and Wade as they made their way toward the person you assumed to be Max, standing inside a container.

"So, you're Max?" Roque loudly remarks and the man turns around.

"Welcome to the team..." he smiles in response, turning his attention to you then.

"And who might this lovely lady be?"

"She's with me" Roque replies.

Max narrows his eyes, silently studying you for a moment, causing your skin to crawl at the way he looked at you. After a few more moments of staring, Max turns to Wade, silently nodding at him.

"Supervise the loading of the money, onto our plane" Wade instructs Roque.

"What do you mean?" the weapons dealer stares at Wade in confusion.

Roque and you silently watch the interaction for a second and turn to do what was ordered.

"Not you..." Wade calls out, pointing at you.

"You, stay here."

Roque and you silently stare at him, then at each other. Roque steps closer to you, whispering into your ear.

"If the shit hits, head for the plane."

You silently nod at him, moving back toward the container while he heads to the plane.

You didn't like this one bit.

You stood silently watching the interaction between Max and the weapons dealer when suddenly a massive explosion goes off on the opposite side of the port.

"What the fuck was that?" Wade yells out as Max's men points their weapons onto the dealer's men.

"I'm gonna need you to arm this device right now" Max calmly orders the dealer.

"Extremists are about to be framed for cratering the great port of L.A."

"You're insane!" the dealer responds in disbelief.

Eyes widening in shock, you take a small step back.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Max rants on about it being for the greater good, and you knew you had to do something to stop his madness.

Taking slow steps backwards, you slip your weapon out, making sure to keep an eye on everyone as you try to think of a plan to stop Max.

Just as you were about to make your move, the sound of the gate being crashed into was heard and Wade and his men began shooting towards an oncoming van.

You let out a sigh of relief when seeing the team rushing out of it and returning fire.

Thank God... even though you had turned sides, you never wished any harm to Pooch, Jensen and Cougar.

You take cover, taking out a few guards that the team had missed.

"Y/N! Get over here!" Roque calls out to from the plane, while the money was still being loaded.

You stood frozen; torn between wanting to get the hell out of there and making sure your friends were safe.

Pooch had a wife and a baby on the way, Jensen had niece and Cougar had family that loved him, Clay, you didn't give a fuck about anymore... at least that's what you tell yourself.

You were in a complete daze as you watched your friends fight off gun fire from all directions. Having made your mind up to help them, you about to go to them but then you saw her.

Aisha... but of course, Clay would gladly take is lover back into the fold. Fuck it... you decide, falling back and wait until you had a clear opening to head to the plane so that you and Roque could get the hell out of there.

You watch as Roque yells orders into the plane, firing his weapon in Clay's direction and he returns it. They soon run out of bullets and Roque throws a knife at Clay, jumping out the plane to begin hand-to-hand combat.

You were struggling to get to them; running up against gun fire from Max's guards once they realized you had turned on them.

"Ya know, I always wondered how this was going to play out, Clay..." Roque remarks, holding a knife in each hand.

"Told you already" Clay smirks, clutching his gun at the muzzle as a weapon.

"You die, very badly..."

"Oh yeah...?" Roque scoffs, chuckling softly.

"That because I took your girl...?"

"You're dead!" Clay growls out in response and two begin fighting in earnest.

"Roque!" you call out, making a run for the plane once you had an opening.

Both he and Clay pause for a second at hearing you.

"Get on the plane!" Roque yells out to you.

You were nearly close to them when a shot goes off, you scream out in pain as a bullet ripped through shoulder and you fall to the ground.

"No!" Clay yells out as you dropped to the ground. Turning toward Roque, he releases all his anger out on him then.

Roque manages to get Clay in a headlock, knife at his throat.

"It's your fault she got shot! Now I'm definitely gonna cut your head off!"

"Go-for-it!" Clay responds, elbowing him in the face.

You manage to sit up, groaning in pain as you clutch at you shoulder and then that's when you see Clay chasing Roque into the plane. Realizing that you wouldn't be able to make it and that you were in the path of the plane and ongoing gun fire, you hastily drag yourself to cover behind some containers.

A few guards come across your hiding spot and you easily dispose of them as you sit leaning against the container. Suddenly the sound of the plane starting up was heard, taking a peek from your hiding spot; you see Clay lying sprawled out on the ground and Roque was nowhere to be seen.

"Son-of-bitch!" you hiss out at the realization that he had abandoned you.

You hear the sound of an oncoming motorcycle and suddenly see Clay standing up from the ground. With wide eyes, you watch as he stood directly in the between of the path of the plane getting ready to take-off and Wade heading toward him full speed on the motorcycle.

"No-fuckin'-way..."

You hear a long-range shot go off and suddenly Wade's bike is exploding, flinging him into the air and directly into the plane's engine. The bike ends up heading directly into the front of the plane, causing it to explode and that's when you knew, you were fucked.

I've got to get the fuck out of here.

After having to choose between stopping a massive explosion or killing Max, Clay resurfaces from the water with the remote for the bomb in-hand.

"Hey...! Look what Pooch found!" Jensen calls out in excitement from an extremely bright canary yellow stretch hummer.

"Look what I found..." Clay remarks, remote clutched tightly in his palm.

Pooch throughs him some duct tape and he quickly disarms it.

"See ya got Max too!" Jensen cheerfully remarks.

"What?" Clay frowns at him.

"No, I didn't. He got away 'cause I had to dive in after the remote."

"Really?" Jensen frowns in confusion.

"We came across his body further up. If you didn't, then who did?"

"What?" Clay stares at him open-mouthed.

"Clay!" you call out, stepping out from behind a container.

"Oh, it was you!" Jensen remarks with a smile, but it soon drops when realization hits.

"But didn't Clay say, you were working with Roque?"

"It wasn't me!" you shake your head frowning.

Noticing the cuts on your face from haven fallen and you clutching at your injured shoulder, Clay's face turns to one of concern as he takes a step towards you.

"Y/N..."

"Don't!" you yell out, lifting your gun up at him in warning.

"Don't come any closer..."

"We can talk about this..." Clay attempts to reason with you.

"What's there to talk about...?" your voice wavers as you place the gun against the side of your temple then, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

"It's done. I'm done..."

"No! Wait!" Clay pleads at you, tears forming in his eyes now too.

"Please. I don't want to lose you... not like this. Please..."

"You can't lose something you never wanted in the first place" you chuckle almost insanely at him.

"Goodbye-Clay..." you smirk, suddenly turning the gun back onto him.

"Y/N! Wait!" you hear someone yell out from behind you.

"Roque?" you stare in open-mouthed confusion as he comes closer.

"The plane...? You died..."

"Got off when his ass was sprawled out on the ground" Roque responds, nudging his head toward Clay.

"Now, put the gun down, Kid."

"Wasn't gonna shoot him..." you state with a frustrate grunt, blindly waving the gun in their direction.

"Was counting on one of them to take me out instead."

"What?" Clay finally speaks up then, staring at both Roque and you in shock.

"Never mind that" you shrug him off with another wave of your gun, waving it in Roque's direction then.

"How the fuck are you alive?"

Roque lets out a soft chuckle at your remark.

"It was all part of the plan..."

"What-plan?!" both you and Clay yell out in confusion.

"Make Max believe that I turned sides so I could get close enough to kill him" Roque explains like his talking to toddlers.

"Why-the-fuck-didn't-I-know-about-it?!" both you and Clay ask yet again at the same time.

"Shut up, Clay!" you growl at him in frustration.

"But-" Clay tries to speak but you cut him off.

"I'll ask the questions" you snap at him, returning your attention back to Roque then.

"How come I didn't know about this so-called plan?"

"It was Aisha's idea..." Roque replies.

"Aisha...?" Clay and you both turn toward her only to see a gun being pointed directly at Clay.

"Was a great plan..." Aisha smirks, shrugging then.

"Max is dead now and soon you'll be too."

Everyone freezes as they realize what was about to happen, all expect you though.

"Ai-" Clay's words are cut short as a gunshot goes off and Aisha drops to the floor, a bullet hole right between the eyes.

"What...?" you shrug as Clay stares at you open-mouthed.

"She was gonna kill you."

"Uh- not to be a party-pooper, guys..." Jensen interjects himself then.

"We really should be going, before this place is littered with cops."

"We just need to do one thing though" Roque remarks then, stepping toward the container that the money had been in.

"Whoa..." Pooch stares dumbstruck at the two remaining stacks.

"Wasn't gonna let all that money go to waste" Roque smirks.

"Holdup!" you wave your gun at him.

"You still owe me an answer.

"I'll tell ya everything once we're gone from here" Roque replies and goes to load the money into the Hummer.

"Fine" you grumble out.

"Fuck!" you hiss out when your shoulder wound begins to burn once the adrenalin had worn off.

"C'mon..." Clay reaches out to lead you hand.

"Let me help you into the car."

"I'm fine" you grunt, pulling your away from his hold and getting in yourself. Clay's head drops in defeat as he watched you walk away from him.

After patching you up, Roque finally explained the plan, he and Aisha had made before it was revealed that she was Fadhil's daughter. They had Roque reach out to Wade, and make a deal; that he would deliver both the hard drive and the team into a trap set by Max. What Wade didn't know, was that it was all part of their plan; to get Roque close enough to Max to catch him and finally clear their names and get their lives back.

"We decided the less people knew about the plan, the more believable it would be" Roque had explained.

"I get that" you nod in understanding.

"But why get me into the double-crossing bit?"

"Had to give you a reason to live..." Roque states.

"For-fucks-sake-kid... you were about to blow your brains out!"

"Don't remind me" you grumble out, a bit embarrassed.

"What-the-fuck?!" Pooch, Jensen and Cougar stares open-mouthed at his comment.

"Long story..." you shrug them off, pointing toward Clay then.

"Mostly that one's fault."

You notice the look of regret crossing Clay's features as he flinches at your words and the guys shoot daggered stares at him.

"Enough about the past" you change the topic then.

"There's enough money for us all to retire. We can all live our lives in peace now... Pooch, isn't Jolene supposed to give birth soon?"

"Yeah, she is..." Pooch smiles deep in thought.

"So, how about we get you home, and then we all can go our separate ways thereafter?" you suggest.

"You're leaving?" a surprised Jensen asks.

You nod, giving Jensen a sad smile.

"We ain't in the business no more, so it's for the best that Roque and I distance ourselves from you guys. Right, Roque?"

Roque faintly smiles, placing a supportive hand on your shoulder.

"That's right, Kid."

Your turns back toward the others as they sadly stare at you.

"It's for the best, guys."

Although not happy with your decision, they all nod in understanding, and that's when you notice the look of pure devastation on Clay's face, but you choose not to acknowledge it.

That bridge has burnt and can never be rebuilt.

"It's a boy and he looks just like me!" an excited Pooch radio's in as the team stood outside in the rain to hear the news.

Clay pops a bottle of champagne as everyone celebrates Pooch becoming a father.

"No thanks" you decline when Cougar offers you a sip from the bottle, looking to Roque then.

"We should get going."

Roque nods in agreement and you go to hug Jensen and Cougar goodbye, turning to Clay with a sorrowful smile.

"Goodbye, Clay."

With pleading eyes, Clay takes a step closer towards you.

"Can we please talk?"

Exhaling heavily, you look down at the ground, then up at Roque. He silently nods at you, addressing Clay by holding out his car keys.

"Here, you two take my car to the hotel, and we'll take the van."

"Thanks, Roque" Clay responds taking them, reaching a hand outward to direct you.

"Shall we..."

*

I was blown away What could I say? It all seemed to make sense You've taken away everything And I can't deal with that I try to see the good in life But good things in life are hard to find

We'll blow it away, blow it away Can we make this something good? Well, I'll try to do it right this time around

"I'm sorry" Clay finally speaks out into the quiet car.

"For what?" you ask nonchalantly.

"For being a total asshole toward you. For treating you the way I did."

You're caught off-guard then when his voice begins to waver as tears ran down his cheeks.

"For pushing you to the point of wanting to end your life..."

"You should feel sorry" you respond, your own voice wavering then as well.

"You fuckin' wished I had been on that chopper when it blew up! You fuckin' said it to my face!"

"I didn't mean it" Clay drops his head in shame.

"After the standoff with Fadhil, I wanted you to get on the chopper for your own safety... I almost lost you, if I hadn't reacted fast enough."

"And then you wanted to force me onto a chopper that was shot down the instant it was in the air" you state matter-of-factly.

"I didn't know that was going to happen" Clay whimpers out.

"All those innocent kids... I still have nightmares about it."

You begin to tear up at the memory of that day.

"They were so happy to have been saved..."

*

Let's start over I'll try to do it right this time around It's not over Because a part of me is dead and in the ground This love is killing me, but you're the only one It's not over

I've taken all I could take And I cannot wait We're wasting too much time Being strong, holding on Can't let it bring us down My life with you means everything So I won't give up that easily

"I have nightmares of you being on that chopper as well" Clay confesses. Grabbing hold of your face and pressing his forehead against yours as he begins crying.

"I-never-meant-it... I-love-you."

"No, you don't!" you cry out, shaking your head in denial.

"I do" Clay insists whilst crying himself.

Pulling yourself from his grip, you glare at him then.

"Then explain Aisha?"

Clay cringes at your remark, dropping his head in shame.

"I'm an asshole... everyone knows it.

"No denying that..." you nod in agreement.

"I did it so that you would hate me, because I was scared" Clay finally admits.

"I'm not good with relationships, with love..."

You scoff at his confession.

"So, you decided to hurt me instead? Because you were afraid of loving me?"

"I would rather lose you emotionally than physically..." Clay states.

"If you want to go and be with Roque, then I understand, as long as you're happy. I just wanted to clear things between us before you do."

"Be with Roque...?" you stare at him confusion.

Clay arches a brow at your remark.

"You're together, aren't you?"

"Heck, no!" you burst out laughing.

"He's just a good friend. One that was there to drag me out of my darkest hours. If it wasn't for him, I'd be in the ground."

Clay stares at you hopefully then.

"So, you're not romantically involved?"

"Nope" you shake your head.

"But you were going to leave together?" Clay scrunches his face in confusion.

"The country, yes. But we were going our separate ways thereafter" you explain.

"Ok" Clay nods, taking in all the information.

"I have one question for you though?"

"Ok" you nod in agreement.

"Would you have pulled the trigger?"

"No" you immediately answer.

"It was a bluff, so that one of the others would shoot me."

"What?" Clay stares at you in shock.

"Why?"

"My plans for a new life were screwed. There was no other way out of the situation but that."

"They never would have done it, you know" Clay comments.

"I know the guys wouldn't have" you respond.

"But Aisha would have, and I was counting on that."

Clay's head drops in realization at it all.

"You're right. Thank you for saving my ass with that situation."

"You're welcome" you respond, smirking at him then.

"I might kinda hate you, but I wasn't about to let her kill you."

Clay flashes you a faint smirk.

"Thanks."

"So... what do we do now?" you awkwardly ask.

"Please, don't go..." Clay stares at you with pleading eyes, and you felt yourself slowly covering.

"Why?"

Taking hold of your hands, Clay brings them to his lips to kiss.

"I love you. I don't want to lose you. Please, give me another chance to prove myself to you?"

*

I'll blow it away, blow it away Can we make this something good? 'Cause it's all misunderstood Well, I'll try to do it right this time around

Let's start over I'll try to do it right this time around It's not over Because a part of me is dead and in the ground This love is killing me, but you're the only one It's not over

You stare deep in thought at him for a moment.

You still loved him. He loves you. Would it really be such a bad idea to give him another chance?

"One chance..." you state in warning.

"That's all you get. If you mess it up, I'm gone..."

"I can do that" Clay eagerly agrees.

"Good" you smile at his reaction and he smiles at you in return.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Nope" you smirk, shaking your head at him.

"You gotta wine and dine me first..."

"Fair enough..." Clay chuckles at your remark.

You grin at him in response.

"We're doing this the right way this time around, Col. Clay..."

"Yes, Ma'am..." Clay gives you a small salute and you couldn't help but laugh.

"How about a forehead kiss...?" Clay attempts his luck.

Squinting your eyes at him for a second, you faintly smirk.

"Ok."

*

We can't let this get away Let it out, let it out Don't get caught up in yourself Let it out

Let's start over I'll try to do it right this time around It's not over Because a part of me is dead and in the ground This love is killing me, but you're the only one It's not over

The team was having a family day at Jensen's niece's soccer game.

"Anyone hear from Roque?" Pooch remarks while Jensen keeps shouting at the referee.

"He's good..." you remark in-between bites of your snack.

"Enjoying himself on some exotic beach somewhere."

"Lucky bastard" Jensen comments in-between his arguing and you chuckle out at it.

Your attention goes back to the game as you rest your head against Clay's shoulder.

"You ok?" he stares down at you.

You tilt your head up at him, smiling.

"Yup."

"Good" he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Jolene hands their son to Pooch and he turns to Clay then.

"Col... do you wanna jump on this for me?"

Clay looks at the baby, offended that Pooch would ask him to change the baby's dirty dumper.

"I'd rather jump on a live grenade..."

"It'll be practice, for when your one arrives..." Pooch remarks nudging his head toward you, causing you to burst out laughing.

Clay glares at you, turning back to Pooch then.

"That's different..."

"C'mon..." Pooch begs then.

"I'm invested, I have a hundred dollars in this game."

Clay scoffs at his remark.

"Wait-a-minute... who the hell did you find to bet a hundred dollars on a girl soccer game?"

"Uh... that would be me" you sheepishly left up a hand in confession.

"What?" Clay raises a brow at you.

"Seriously...?"

"You bet against the Petunia?!" Jensen yells out offensively.

You sheepishly raise your hands and shrug.

"It was a good bet."

"The betrayal...!" Jensen scoffs, glaring at you.

"I thought we were family?!"

Something on the field catches his eye before you respond, and he jumps up yelling at the referee again.

One of the opposing team members had pushed his niece onto the group, causing Jensen to jump up and run onto the field in protest.

Clay and you were silently smiling at one another; completely lost in each other's eyes during that moment when suddenly, Cougar taps on Clay's arm and points toward Jensen.

Clay softly chuckles at the scene of Jensen and the referee having a standoff.

"We should probably get him..." you state, a bit concerned.

"We will..." Clay states, pointing between, Pooch, Cougar and himself.

"You stay where you are."

"But-" you begin to protest, but he cuts you off.

"No buts... you're pregnant. Besides, he's still mad at you over the bet.

Rolling your eyes, you sigh out in defeat.

"Fine."

"Good girl" Clay smiles triumphantly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

"Love you..."

"Love you too" you respond, smiling.

"Now, go get Jensen... before he gets his ass beaten-up."

"Yes, Ma'am..." Clay chuckles, sneaking another kiss before running off to save Jensen.

Jolene and you sat watching the entire interaction as the guys attempt to calm Jensen down. The both of you chuckling amongst yourselves; Jolene with her son in her arms, and you with a hand absentmindedly on your growing baby bump.

Things were good again. Your future was bright. You finally had a family of your own.

Let's start over It's not over, yeah, yeah This love is killing me, but you're the only one It's not over...

#Lt. Col. Franklin Clay #clay x y/n #clay x reader #franklin clay #the losers (2010) #jeffrey dean morgan #jdm #clay

[adriel-donovan]

The room was filled with the swaying smog of nicotine and cannabis. Adriel could feel the base of the music vibrating within the confines of his body. The noise of music blurred with laughter and shouts of the people who were stacked inside the room like sardines. Yet somehow the man was able to maneuver himself through the crowd with little contact. He climbed up the steps to the second floor and saw Warren coiled with Julieta against a wall, he was unseen to the couple. 

“Hey Papi,” came the shrill voice of someone who latched onto Adriel’s arm, her face close to his. “When you gonna tattoo me?”

Adriel had to quickly fix his face. The disdain he felt at hearing Lucia call him papi made him physically ill. He grimaced at her and then motioned at his ears like he couldn’t hear her. He forced himself to wink at her before saluting at the steps to the next level where only Allan’s most trusted men were allowed. 

The enormous man who guarded the bottom of the steps easily moved aside for Adriel, clapping his hand on Adriel’s shoulder. “Go ahead, Brad. He’s waiting.”  

The upper level was abandoned from partiers, the music was a dull ache here. It didn’t take but a moment for Allan to reveal himself, coming to embrace Adriel in a friendly hug. He was in. At that moment, Adriel knew that Allan trusted him. It took everything in his power to hide the triumphant smirk that tried plastering itself to his visage. Discreetly, Adriel ran his thumb along his bottom lip—a ruse to massage away the smirk. He cleared his throat and motioned towards the window. 

“Listen man, I brought that…supply…” Adriel emphasized the last word. “Think you can move it for me?” 

Allan’s interest peaked and his visage turned nasty and foul. “Well, that depends on how sweet this product is. More delicious the better.” 

It took all of Adriel’s energy to force a sneer of delight on his features. “The sweetest thing you’ll ever taste. I’m bold enough to say after you see my supply, you’ll want to keep me on retainer for this endeavor.” 

Allan grabbed his jacket and phone. “Let’s go see if we can make that happen.” 

As Allan headed out of the office, Adriel was not far behind, but enough so he could quickly send a text to Warren. NOW. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, his heart was racing with excitement. It was almost over. Soon. Soon he’d be home with his wife. Soon he’d have Cat in his arms and he’d never leave her again. Soon. But first…

The two men were out of the large home in a matter of minutes, slowly venturing between the cars that were parked all along the grass and the driveway. Allan was slowing his steps, waiting to see where “Brad” was taking him. Adriel motioned at the bottom of the driveway where the highway was. “I’m down here,” he explained, glancing over at Allan. “I didn’t want anyone to hear the screaming,” he said with a forced chuckle. The very act made him nauseous. 

Approaching the dark blue van, Adriel let Allan go ahead of him again, crouching down to pull a gun that was hidden beneath trash debris on the curb. He hid the weapon behind his back. “The door’s unlocked,” he said, trying to stay calm. “She’s tied up, there’s no way she’s getting out of there,” he explained. 

Allan gripped the backdoor handle of the van and pulled it open without hesitation. He took a step backward, surprised. Inside the van Warren was sitting with a gun aimed at Allan. Allan backed up a few more steps and his back ran into the gun that Adriel was holding now. “We got you, fucker,” Adriel said venomously and hit Allan on the back of the head with the hilt of the gun. The man fell forward into the waiting arms of Warren who dragged him into the back of the van and began tying him up. 

“Holy shit,” said Adriel, smiling gleefully. “We did it. We actually did it.” 

“We can celebrate later, start driving!” Warren said pointedly. “Let’s go. Now!” 

This reminder was all it took for Adriel to come back to reality and understand the severity of their surroundings. It wouldn’t take long before Allan’s men came looking for him. They had to put as much mileage between them and Panama as soon as possible. “Make sure he doesn’t have a phone or tracker on him,” Adriel told Warren, closing the doors and hopping into the driver’s seat. “After you get him secured, call those FBI agents and let’s get out of here. I miss my fucking wife.” 

Adriel’s hands tightened on the steering wheel as his smile grew in size. Cataleya was the only thing that was flashing before his eyes as he pressed harder into the gas pedal. He couldn't wait to be back with her. But he had to be sure that everything was secure first. Which meant talking to the agents first. For now, Adriel texted Ace to let him know what happened. We got him.

#adriel x 14 #replies for all characters asap!