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ikarakie · 1 year

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part 1

eddie wakes up.

he doesn't expect to. not on earth, anyways. but he does, in a hospital bed, to dustin's scolding and the girls' smiles. he's told they won, vecna's dead. the government are working on clearing his name as they speak as a fucked up 'thank you', and everything is fucking okay.

he asks after red and the sinclairs. apparently, they had a run-in with asshole of the century jason carver, but sinclair had held his own with a mean right hook that harrington had taught him once. max had fought vecna off with the help of supergirl, who'd come into her mind at the last second via shenanigans that eddie didn't understand. though he was assured he'd have the story told to him by mike himself, since he, supergirl, and the byers' were on their way in from california.

everyone's crowded around his bed, minus one very pretty head of hair, firing off their accounts. robin's partway through how the vines had attacked them when it happens.

"and then they grabbed me and slammed me against the wall! so steve-" and she hesitates. widens her eyes and a looks a bit nauseous all of a sudden. eddie feels his stomach sink.

"hey, speaking of harrington, where is he?" he asks, hoping to fucking god it's not what he thinks. though the way the room falls silent, the way dustin's suddenly holding his hand a lot tighter, makes his eyes water.

"he got you out." henderson whispers, sounding so very broken. "he- he carried you back to the gate and sent you through, but it- it was closing." he's biting his lip so hard he draws blood.

"he... he's still there?" eddie asks, breathless, horrified. the image of steve harrington hauling his ass out of that backwards hell dimension only to get stuck there himself makes his head spin. robin breaks down next to him, bringing her legs to her chest on her chair. nancy puts an arm around her shoulder.

"he made sure we all got through first." she says, deceptively even. eddie can see how tense her shoulders are, and he gets it. because, for fucks sakes, of course he sent the girls and henderson through first. "i think... i think he didn't want to risk coming through when it was so nearly closed. so he stayed."

eddie takes a second. looks around the room, at everyone's sullen faces. wonders why steve thought his was the life to save instead of his own, when all these people loved him so fucking dearly. eddie liked robin, and he liked max, and nancy, and the little sinclair, but they were more steve's people than his. and yet the guy, for whatever fucking reason, thought eddie, who was barely clinging on to begin with, was the one who deserved to live?

if you told him three months ago that he'd be sat in a hospital bed, having been dragged back from the edge of death by steve harrington, who'd fucking sacrificed himself to do so, he would've laughed. even more, if you told him that, in that position, eddie's heart ached with affection for the guy, he would've punched you. probably.

not that his puppy crush on steve was a recent development, but this whole... seeing him in action thing had just exacerbated it. especially with all those lingering looks they'd shared. semi-flirty words and little signals that eddie forced himself not to read into. but now he wished he had. wished he'd said what he'd meant to, that last time they saw each other.

"it's okay, though." dustin said, breaking the silence. "because when el comes back, she'll just open a gate, and we can go and get him." he sounds so sure, that for a moment, eddie thinks he's right, but the way nancy sighs indicates this is an issue.

"we'd like to do that." she says, "but... we don't know if vecna dying means... the upside down did, too." god, she was right. what if it'd all collapsed in on itself? robin sobs harder, shaking her head, and eddie puts a hand on one of her knees. wishes, not for the first time, that steve was here, to hold her. instead of- of- wherever he was.

the next week and half passes in a blur. eddie gets discharged, despite everyone's protests, and just told he needs to rest while he heals. they all set up camp in steve's house, which feels fucking weird, but dustin reasons that they need to all be together to form a plan, to watch eddie, and robin had a key anyways, and the place was massive, and it's not like steve ever minded. (the 'when he was alive' goes unspoken. they don't want to talk like that, not yet.)

it's one more week before mike and his little crew get back. apparently, they got caught in some government bullshit that'd held them up, but they return with joyce byers and a back-from-the-dead chief hopper, so that's cool. there's hugs and reunions and stories are exchanged. when the bit about steve getting stuck in the upside down comes up, eddie sees how will byers' face falls. remembers dustin saying he'd been trapped there once, too, and supposes it's sympathy.

chief hopper looks ready to tear the whole place apart. he'd asked after steve the second everyone had gathered, strangely terrifying for a man who was skin and bones. he'd only settled and listened to the story after being assured steve wasn't dead. (not that they... actually knew that, but no one wanted to say it out loud again).

supergirl, eleven, wasted no fucking time. she grabbed a radio and a piece of fabric and apparently began 'searching for steve in the void'. though eddie didn't quite understand, he held his breath alongside everyone else. only relaxing when she smiled, and said, albeit a little wobbly: "he is alive. he is okay."

robin's sobs would probably be with him till the day he died. she'd collapsed into joyce byers' arms, mumbling incoherently. dustin wasn't any better, crying into will's shoulder.

after some safety briefings, and a begruding blessing from hopper, supergirl opened a gate in steve's living room and fucked off through it. eddie was astounded at the ease with which she entered the dimension. will explained that, because vecna was dead, it didn't 'feel as bad anymore'. though he still held mike's hand tightly and sat as far away from it as possible.

and so the waiting game began. they tried to make small talk, tried to keep the mood light, but the whole thing weighed heavy on them. watching the gate to hell that they'd just sent a little girl through, wishing every second she'd come back in one piece.

it was maybe fourty five minutes later when max perked up. they all turned to the gate at her movement, and sure enough, there they were.

he was pale, and tired looking, covered in some sort of goop or slime or something. holding eleven's hand the whole time- though for who's benefit, eddie wasn't sure. he stumbled a bit as he stepped through the gate and still, still, turned to help el through. though he was a bit slimmer, and clearly weary, it was him, it was steve, and he was alive.

robin was on him in seconds. screaming, clinging to him and asking him 'how dare you? how fucking dare you? never do that to me again, you piece of shit! i love you so much, you can't do that!' he buried his face in her shoulder and swayed slightly as he held her. murmuring things eddie couldn't hear. dustin wasn't far behind, squeezing between them and similarly blubbering. steve was hugging them both and gazing at them- at everyone who was crying- with such wonder. like he couldn't believe he'd been missed that much.

one by one, everyone had their fill. max whacked him on the arm and then hugged him so tightly it looked like it hurt. nancy brushed his hair back out of his eyes and called him an idiot. joyce byers gently wiped his face of dirt and grime before kissing his cheek. chief hopper held him like a father, strong and tight.

eddie sat back, just watched. wondered how someone could be so loved and not feel worth it at all.

then steve's eyes settled on him. they brightened, almost sparkled. "eddie!" he called. his voice was rough from disuse, but still sounding so relieved and happy it made eddie falter. he stepped forwards, feeling steve's dazzling smile pull the corners of his own mouth upwards. "you're okay!"

then he had an armful of steve harrington, and it all came flooding out. he felt a bit foolish, but only until he realised steve was crying too. "you... asshole." he muttered, holding him as tightly as his strength would allow.

"i told you not to be fucking hero." steve huffed, though it lost any of it's power with how his voice wobbled. "i thought you died, i thought-"

"you're one to fucking talk!" eddie cried, pulling away just enough to look him in the eye. "i woke up and you- they told me you dragged my ass outta there and then stayed behind! no one knew what had happened to you, it's been weeks, steve! i couldn't- why would you do that? why would you not just leave me-"

"i couldn't leave you!" god, he sounded so offended at the very idea. eddie felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. "i couldn't- i wouldn't do that-"

"i know you wouldn't." eddie lamented, because fuck, he did. he knew deep down even if he had died there, outside his trailer to those bats, steve still would've brought him home. "doesn't make it any less stupid. just makes you- makes you so-"

it hit him how close they were. probably an inch, maybe less, between their faces.

"makes me so what?" steve asked, a little breathless. eddie gazed at him, deciding that: fuck it. he'd be too close to death to not... see if whatever he thought they had was real. he sent a mental prayer to a god he didn't really believe in anymore: please, let him not have read this wrong.

he looked to steve's lips. pointedly. watched how his cheeks flushed and a shy smile crept onto them. how his eyes flickered down to eddie's as well. there was a silent, shared understanding: if we were alone right now, i'd like to have kissed you.

"so... stupidly perfect, steve harrington." eddie muttered, undeniably affectionate, pulling him in for another embrace. tucked his face into his neck so he could whisper. "you can't save someone's life and then die before they can tell you thank you." steve melted under his touch, pressing a kiss to where his shoulder met his neck under the safety of eddie's hair. it made him warm, and giddy, and so very fucking thankful.

"you can tell me now." he whispered back. eddie couldn't help but smile again. he'd tell him anything if he asked like that.

"thank you, steve." he muttered, squeezing him slightly. hoping his touch communicated what he needed it to: please, please, please don't leave me again.

"anytime, eddie." steve whispered back, hands balling into the fabric of the shirt eddie wore. i won't, as long as you don't either.

#part 3 where they kiss???#lol #stranger things #prompt #steve harrington #imagine #steddie #stranger things prompt #eddie munson #steddie prompt #steve and eddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie hc #steddie headcanon #steve and the party #steddie angst #if u catch the low-key the smiths reference lets be friends

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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Hello! May I request headcannons of Billy Hargrove with a GN!reader who is a sarcastic bitch around everyone else but around him they are a goofball and total sweetheart.

Please and thank you!

billy hargrove headcanons

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 559

warnings: swearing, jason carver, mentions of smoking

a/n: hi my sweet! thank you for your request! i haven’t done any headcanons in quite awhile, and i’m feeling a little iffy about these, so i really hope they turned out okay and that they’re what you’d hoped for! <333

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-Billy found himself drawn to you the moment he saw you snap at Jason Carver. It was over. He was completely done for.

-Jason had said something about “a group of freaks” in the cafeteria one day, and you’d been close enough to catch it.

“Jason, why don’t you shut your fucking mouth? No one’s dragging you for playing basketball and making it your only personality trait. If you don’t want to play their game, then don’t. Stop being a dick about it.”

-Billy had laughed and gone back to finishing his cigarette, but been enthralled by you following that. Not that he ever had the guts to act on it.

-He’d seen the way you acted when you had to do group work in class. When other students would ask you to do something particularly effort-heavy and you’d respond, “Why, so you don’t have to?”

-But when you work together with him, and you realize he’s not a total dick and he’s going to do his part, you’re sweet as fucking pie. You let him share pens with you. Pens!

-Every sarcastic and/or bitchy comment you make brings Billy immense joy.

“I don’t know, can I?”

“Well maybe if you got your head out of your ass, then you could figure it out.”

“Get fucked, Carver.”

“Oh I’m sorry, Daddy’s money wasn’t enough to prevent you from being a dumbass too?”

-Sometimes when Billy feels that you’re going to say something you probably shouldn’t, he’ll put his hands on your shoulders, or on your waist, and gently pull you away. He’s never had to do that before. He finds that he prefers when you don’t get yourself in trouble. That just means there will be less time for him to spend with you.

-Billy learns very quickly that you use tickling as a defense mechanism.

“Don’t make me do it, Hargrove.”

-The second he starts teasing you, or asking when he’s gonna get a kiss—anything that might make you flustered—you’re threatening to tickle him. He learned the hard way that you’re relentless.

-It was also through tickling that he learned how much he loves your laugh. You’ve got him cornered in his bed, and when he finally relents and asks for you to quit, you laugh triumphantly. It’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

-He lets you braid his hair. Will sit for however long you want because he knows lots of things have probably pissed you off today.

-Has you sit in his car after school and bitch about the events of your day while he smokes and provides commentary. Asks what he can do to make it better just to make you go all shy.

-The first time you meet Max, Billy immediately regrets it. The sarcasm fucking radiates throughout the room and he knows the two of you are going to gang up on him. You do.

-He brings you over and goes to get something, only to come back and you’re gone. You’re in Max’s room, listening to her bitch and riling her you, encouraging her to go on.

-Also, if you tell Billy to shut it, he will.

-Basically with the both of you it ends up being double the scary dog privileges.

-You put up with his shit, and he puts up with yours. There’s nothing more you could’ve asked for.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

#billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x gn!reader #billy hargrove x gender neutral reader #billy hargrove hc #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove fanfic #billy stranger things fic #billy stranger things #billy hargrove comfort #billy hargrove fluff #savannah’s headcanons

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harrywavycurly · 1 month

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I’m selfishly asking for some Uncle Steve and Dot content please Sarah 😘😘😘

Hiii babes!! I friggin LOVE Steve and Dorothy’s relationship so I will happily give you some convos between them!💖

-find all things It Was Just One Night here✨

*for these Dotty is in middle school*

“Hey there she is! My favorite niece!” “I’m your only niece…what are you wearing?” “Even if I had other nieces you’d still be my favorite…what you don’t like the new vest?” “Your old one had all the patches mom and I sewed on for you.” “Oh…I mean I still have them if you wanna add them to this one?” “Eh it doesn’t matter…so dad said you’re in charge of me until they get done with dinner and then…my mom told me to tell you if you make me work then you better pay me.” “When have I ever made you work when you come hang out with me at the store?” “Uh…last week? I stocked the candy for you while you talked to what’s her face on the phone for ten minutes.” “God you sound just like your mom when you say what’s her face…her name is Nancy by the way.” “Nancy? Isn’t she married?” “Yeah…so? What’s your point?” “Uncle Steve…” “it was a friendly chat okay? She called to see if we had a certain movie in stock that’s all….but uhm…don’t tell your mom please? She’s still weird about her.” “Okay but it’s gonna cost ya…” “red vines or Swedish fish?” “Red vines.” “Deal.”

“You did great out there!” “Thanks uncle Steve…did you watch the whole practice or just the end?” “Oh I was here for the whole thing…that little kick and jump thing you did was just…out of this world good.” “You don’t know anything about cheerleading do you?” “No…not really…” “dad said you dated a lot of them so you should know a thing or two.” “Your dad doesn’t know shi…anything…about who I’ve dated so don’t listen to him.” “I can show you a few new tumbles I learned last week if you want?” “Tumbles? Is that like when you…oh wow that’s impressive! Look at you go!” “What’d ya think? I really want to make the squad in high school.” “Oh you’re going to make the squad alright…probably even head cheerleader.” “Shut up you really think so?” “Yeah you’re great!” “Thanks…oh can we go to Benny’s on the way home? It’s half off cheese fry night.” “You and your mom with this sick obsession with cheese fries…” “is that a yes?” “Yes…it’s a yes.”

“Hello?” “Hey Uncle Steve.” “Hey my little polkadot what’s going on?” “I was calling to see if you could come pick me up from school?” “School? It’s like five in the evening what have you been doing since two thirty?” “Uhm…detention…” “do your parents know you were at detention?” “Yes they are just at work right now and I don’t feel like walking home and Granddaddy Wayne is taking his pre dinner nap.” “I’ll come get you if…you tell me what you got detention for?” “I may have accidentally hit someone in the face with my hand.” “Right…was this hand balled up into a fist?” “Possibly….” “Who’d you hit?” “Patrick Carver…he’s an asshole.” “Did you say Carver? As in his dad’s name is Jason?” “I don’t know his dad’s name all I know is mom said the whole family is bad news and that’s why she wasn’t that mad….” “But?” “But dad wasn’t happy and told me I’m grounded for two weeks and to keep my hands to myself.” “I hate to say this but I agree with your dad but also…the Carver family is full of asshole so…just next time don’t hit him on school property and it’ll be fine.” “That’s what mom said!” “Just sit tight and I’ll be there in a few minutes…you hungry?” “I could do with a snack yeah…” “we’ll grab some dinner on the way to drop you off at your mom’s work.” “Okay sounds good…thanks uncle Steve…I love you.” “I love you too Dot but do me a favor and stop getting so many detentions.” “You got it.”

#one night stand convos #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson series #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #dad!eddie x mom!reader #uncle!steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #my little dungeon master baby #my little fluffy haired baby

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estrellami-1 · 10 months

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For steddie prompts, what about….Eddie introducing Steve to the band!

Maybe they’ve been quietly together for a while and Eddie finally feels ready to be more public. BUT he’s dating “king” Steve. How will his friends react?

Feel free to skip if you’ve written something similar ❤️

Ooh okay I LOVE this idea. Please keep in mind I know nothing about the band or how to do their voices so. Like I’m only 84% sure it’s Gareth, Jeff and Freak. Whom I’m naming Frank. Also I don’t remember who coined Emerson as Gareth’s last name but yes you are correct and I’m stealing it please and thank you.

“Hey, uh, guys?” Eddie coughs, turning around to face the rest of the band. “Listen, you, uh. You’ve been really cool, about the whole framed for murder thing, and the whole…” he wiggles his fingers, signifying everything he can’t talk about. “All of it. And, uh. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Gareth shares a look with Jeff. “We know, man. You’re seeing someone.”

Eddie blinks. “How?”

“You smile, like, all the time, dude. It’s kinda concerning. Your face is gonna get stuck like that.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie says, but he’s laughing. “Shit, man. It’s that obvious?”

“Kinda,” Jeff agrees.

“At least it is to us,” Frank adds. “We know you, man.”

“Listen,” Gareth says. “Whoever this person is. Do they make you happy?”

Eddie pulls a piece of hair across his face. “Yeah,” he murmurs.

“He’s blushing!” Jeff crows. Eddie flips him off.

Gareth flaps his hands at both of them. “Shut up! Children, both of you! Eddie!” He grasps Eddie’s shoulders. “They treat you well?”

“Better than I thought I deserved.”

“Goddamn,” Frank mutters. “Where do I find someone like that?”

“Right here,” Jeff croons, batting his eyelashes and leaning in. Frank, unimpressed, pokes his forehead with a drumstick.

“I work with children,” Gareth mutters, which is funny considering he’s the youngest in their ragtag group. Eddie chooses not to mention it. “Listen, man, we’re not gonna care. Man, woman, somewhere in between, as long as they make you happy.”

“Exactly,” Jeff adds. “As long as it’s not, like, Jason Carver or some shit.”

“Or a kid,” Frank points out. Eddie makes a face.

“God, no, never. To either of those. Listen, just. He’s changed, alright? Can you trust that?”

Gareth and Jeff share another look. Jeff steps closer. “You’re the best judge of character we know, Eddie. If you say he’s changed, we’ll do our best to listen.”

“Okay,” Eddie says. “Because he, uh. He’s gonna come pick me up today.”

Frank hits the hi-hat, letting it rattle. “You’re shitting me. We’re gonna meet him?”

Eddie nods, pulling another piece of hair in front of his face.

“Oh, man,” Jeff says. “You’re gone on this dude. Can you tell us anything about him?”

Eddie bites his lip. “I mean, you’re about to see him. But during the whole… everything. He saved my life more than once.”

“Then we owe him a whole lot,” Gareth says seriously.

Eddie smiles at his friends. “Thanks, guys. Alright, back to practice, Frank, count us in!”

Towards the end of practice, a car pulls up. Eddie doesn’t notice, he’s got his eyes closed, focused on what he’s playing. Jeff and Gareth give each other another look.

Steve Harrington steps out.

Frank misses a beat.

Eddie turns around, brow furrowed in question, then turning back to the front and grinning when he sees Steve walk up.

The song’s barely over before Eddie’s putting his guitar down and practically launching himself at Steve, who laughs and wraps his arms around Eddie. “Hey, Eds.”

“Stevie,” Eddie murmurs, hugging him tighter before just as suddenly releasing him and turning to the rest of the band. “Steve, these are the guys. Gareth, Jeff and Frank. Guys, Steve.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve, Eddie’s said literally only good things about you. Today.” Gareth offers him a hand, and he accepts, laughing.

“Yeah, we’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but he never did it. I finally realized I’d have to actually come up here if he’s ever gonna do it.”

Jeff frowns, cutting his eyes over to Eddie. “You wanted to tell us, though?”

“Yes, definitely! It was my idea, actually, just. You know how my brain is about things sometimes.”

Steve frowns, poking Eddie’s head. “Be nice.”

Eddie pretends to bite at Steve’s retreating finger. “To who? I am!”

“To yourself,” Steve laughs.

“Oh,” Eddie says, then grins slyly. “Why would I, when I have you to do it for me?”

Steve grins back. “Because if you don’t,” he starts, finishing by whispering something in Eddie’s ear that has him gasping.

“You wouldn’t.”

“See, that’s your choice, isn’t it?”

Eddie frowns. “You’re mean.” But he leans into Steve’s side anyways.

“Eddie,” Frank says, “how in the hell did you get together with your high school crush?”

“Aw, you had a crush on me?” Steve says happily. “How embarrassing.”

“We’re dating, Steve.”

He just shrugs. “Still.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “To answer your question, Frank…” he locks eyes with Steve, and they both start giggling. “Threaten him in a boat shed?”

“Try to get him back with his ex?”

Eddie groans, hiding his face in Steve’s shoulder. “Are you ever gonna let that go?”

“Probably not.”

“Somehow I have more questions now than I started with,” Frank says, “and I’m scared of what the answers might be.”

“Hey,” Gareth says suddenly, loud enough Steve and Eddie jump apart. “What the hell are you thinking, man?” He addresses Eddie, walking past them to the mouth of the garage. He doesn’t miss the way Steve angles himself in front of Eddie, trying to protect him. Good. He shuts the garage door. “You know how nosy my neighbors are, man, you can’t just do whatever you want! If people see-”

“Shit, man,” Eddie says, relaxing. “You’re right. Sorry. Thank you.”

“I’m happy for you,” he says, noting the way Steve’s shoulders go down. “But you’ve gotta be careful, man, we just got you back.”

“I know,” Eddie says. “You’re right.”

Gareth smiles, then. “Let’s go inside. You know my mom made lemonade, and I think we all want to hear how exactly this happened.” He smirks, gesturing at Steve and Eddie.

“You guys go ahead,” Eddie tells them. “I’d like to say hi to him first.”

Gareth rolls his eyes, moving towards the door. “I’m coming back out here in two minutes,” he warns.

He gives them ten.

#I haven’t written anything like this before actually #but it was a lot of fun #even with not knowing how three of them are supposed to sound lol #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #writing #asks #prompts #starambles

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thatonegirlwhowrites · 2 years

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My request contains volume two spoilers!!

Steve x mayfield reader where she wants to be vecnas bait instead of max and reader get badly hurt. Maybe she only breaks two bones and is blind in one eye. Lots of angst but a fluffy ending.

Thanks!

Pinky Promises || Steve Harrington

VOLUME TWO SPOILERS

Summary: Reader takes Max’s place to be Vecnas bait, but it doesn’t end well when promises start to break and worlds start to crumble.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Mayfield!Reader, Max Mayfield x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for volume two, violence, angst, broken bones, blindness, blood, fluff, grammatical errors (this is not proof read at the moment)

Notes: not gonna lie, this fic had me getting all emotional also I’d just like to add that Eddie is mentioned in this and is alive because I’m just gonna forget what happened to him in vol 2 :)

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“I need you to pinky promise that you are going to come back to me.” Steve's voice was low as you prepared to step out of the RV with your sister, Lucas, and Erica.

Your eyes immediately softened as you connected your pinky to his, “I pinky promise that I will come back to you, Steve.” You meant every word.

Steve relaxed a tiny bit, “I love you, Mayfield.”

“I love you too Harrington, be safe.” You let your pinky slip from his as you stepped outside of the RV where the three other kids had been waiting for you.

You immediately knew the look on your sister's face, “I should be the one doing this, not you. Vecna hasn't even cursed you y/n, you have no idea what you are walking into!”

You knew in Max’s mind it probably didn't make much sense, but you would do anything in the world to keep her safe. “Max, I'm the big sister. My job is to protect you and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Everything is going to be okay. I’ve got this I promise.”

Another promise.

You wanted more than anything to keep those promises, but things weren’t looking good for you.

Things had steadily gone downhill as soon as you were put into vecna's trance. On the outside, the kids were trying to fight off Jason Carver and you were currently watching El struggle to keep up with vecna.

You weren't exactly sure how Eleven had managed to find you or how she got into your mind, but she had. At first, she had the upper hand but it was clear now as you were held up against a disjointed piece of the creel house in vecna's mind that this was a losing game for you.

You could barely see anything but a red glow all around you, your vision and mind were hazy from getting thrown around in your memory earlier.

“It's time Y/n.” the sinister voice you had learned to become familiar with over the last hour rang closely to your ears. Your vision focused enough to see Vecna standing in front of you, El still far away from you and held down by the vines.

Tears ran down both your cheeks. You knew this was it, and all you could think about is the people you would be leaving behind. The promises that would be shattered in the next few moments.

“You were brave Y/n, and now I will make the suffering stop.” With that, his hands came up to your face.

Immediately an awful sensation ran through your body. All of your muscles felt like they had been tightened, and your mind began to fog. People's faces flashed in and out of your head, and they soon began to jumble together. The pressure continued to worsen as vecna sank his nails into your skull. You could feel yourself dying…slipping away from consciousness.

You were waiting for the pain to stop, for vecna to take everything away from you.

The relief never came, instead, a deafening scream sounded in your ears before everything was completely black. You felt like you were drowning, unable to navigate through what was happening.

You could still faintly feel vecna's mind connected to yours, but that was ripped away too as you were brought back to reality.

“Oh god! Y/n! Y/n please!” Max was screaming. You could hear her, but there was something wrong with your eyes.

“I-I can’t-.” Your breathing quickened as the pain set in.

You blinked as hard as you could, your vision was blurred but you could make out some of Max’s features. “Ev-Everything hurts.” You sobbed.

You could feel your sister's arms shaking underneath you, trying to pull you up…trying to keep you alive.

“Erica! Call 911, We need help!” You could hear Lucas yelling now too, but you were far too weak to look around for him.

“Y/n, please stay awake. Please, help is gonna come okay? Just hang on.” Despite the unbearable pain raking through your body, somehow the thought of leaving your little sister behind without anyone hurt even more.

“I’m n-not ready to go.” You could feel every ounce of strength you had left starting to drain from your body, leaving your eyes dropping with the weight, “Lucas help!” Max was sobbing uncontrollably as she took your face in her hands trying to keep you awake.

“You gotta stay awake.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was enough to make you push open your eyes once again. The vision in one of your eyes was a bit clearer now and you could see the distress on her face.

“I’m trying Max. I don’t want to leave you.” Salty tears mixed with the blood that stained your cheeks, “I’m just so tired.” you mustered what strength you had and pulled your hand to cover hers that rested on your face. You knew your other hand was broken and by the feeling in your legs, you also knew at least one of them was as well.

It felt like ages that you laid there like that, trying to hang on to consciousness as it became increasingly more difficult. “What's taking Erica so long! The ambulance should be here by now!”

Lucas had not moved to sit next to Max trying to tell you both it wouldn't be long, but any hopes of getting medical help anytime soon went out the window when the youngest Sinclair ran into the room, “No one will help! I've tried every house and no one will answer. I don't know what to do!” Erica was hysterical and even though she kept a brave face most of the time, it wasn't easy seeing someone she cared for dying.

“I-It's okay.” You shakily spoke, suddenly hyper-aware of what was coming soon.

“No! No! You listen to me, you are not dying Y/n! Please just stay awake!” She held you tighter against her, hoping that would somehow do something.

You could feel your mind slipping away, but once again you opened your eyes when you heard a commotion. You could see mainly Robin and Nancy but a few seconds later Steve, Eddie, and Dustin all came into view.

Your heart ached at the sight of Steve…you don't want him to remember you like this.

“Steve, w-we have to get her help. She- She-.” Max couldn't dare finish her sentence, she couldn't admit that her sister was dying in her arms.

Steve dropped to his knees, tears already falling as he took the weight of your body from Max’s shaking form.

“Y/n.” His voice cracked, letting a sob escape his lips as he could feel how cold your skin was.

“I’m sorry for breaking our pinky promise.” Your voice was getting weaker and the pain started to numb as the seconds passed.

“No baby you didn't break it. You are gonna get out of this.” You could tell he didn't really believe what he was saying, “I gotta get you up baby. We are gonna take you to the hospital. You just gotta hang on for 15 more minutes. That's all.” As the words left his mouth he scooped you up as gently as possible, but pain shot through your head and two of your limbs.

In a way the pain was good, it was better than numb.

“I can’t Steve. I can’t.” You cried as he carried you down the steps and outside into the camper where Eddie began to drive quickly to the hospital.

Max was holding the knot with your good hand while Steve cradled your body, “Look sweetheart, the hard parts over.” Steve sniffled.

The numb feeling began to wash back over your body and you lost the feeling of Max’s hand on yours and eventually you couldn’t feel Steve's hold either.

It was your time, “M-Max honey. I love you so much okay? I-I need you to know that this wasn't your fault.” You wished you could hug her or even grip her hand for reassurance, but all of your feelings were gone. “Max please, tell me you know this isn't your fault.” you needed to hear it. You needed to know she would be okay without you.

“I-I know it's not my fault Y/n,” She dropped her head into your neck and hugged you, “I love you, please don't leave me.” You didn't want to leave her, but you knew it wasn't your choice.

You looked up to catch Steve's eyes, “I love you, Harrington.”

“Y/n we are not doing this! W-We were supposed to- to buy that camper. Just like this one, remember? Our- our six little nuggets. Y/n please we still have so much future ahead of us.” He sobbed as he could see life begin to drain faster from your face.

“Promise to take care of Max, please.” It was the last thing you let slip out before the remaining breath fell from your lungs and your vision and mind went black.

“Y/n?” Steve looked into your eyes, this time they were void of life.

Max let out a heart-wrenching scream, begging for you to wake back up.

Steve suddenly couldn't breathe, “No, no, no.” He cried.

They had arrived at the hospital only a few moments later…a few moments too late.

5 weeks later.

Steve had taken care of Max the last few weeks, just how you asked. Day in and day out he was there.

Max and Steve both had spent countless nights in your hospital room, hoping you would wake up. Though hope began to diminish with every passing day. The worst thing was the fact that no one knew why you weren't waking up. All but one broken leg had healed, and your body should have been plenty well-rested.

For weeks you were stuck in darkness. You assumed you were dead, or maybe in some kind of limbo but when you kept hearing familiar voices you knew something was off. You had accepted that this was just going to be your forever, that was until you heard some kind of music playing. It was a kate bush song, one you had heard Max play a thousand times. So you followed the noise until you couldn't follow it anymore.

Your eyes slowly opened, letting in the lights

“Holy shit.” You recognized the voice of your sister and could now see her face.

Something was off though, your vision.

“What? I, what?” You were confused.

At the sound of your voice, Max jumped up from the edge of your bed and hollered very loudly for a doctor and for Steve?

“Y/n it's okay! You're okay!” You could see the grin on her face, giving you some kind of relaxation.

Everything was fuzzy, but the memories began to flood your thoughts.

You died. You were sure of it.

You hadn't had time to ask any questions before a doctor and several nurses poured into your hospital room. They poked and prodded for what felt like hours.

All you wanted was to talk to your sister, and you wanted to see Steve. You hadn't even been able to see him yet.

The doctors informed you that you had been in a coma for 5 weeks, they had told you that you were hurt during the earthquake, yet you knew that was not even close to what happened. The mention of an earthquake also was confusing you.

Thankfully the doctors had left your room, leaving you in peace with your sister and now your boyfriend as well.

Steve was quick to run up to your bed, he hadn't gotten to see your face yet. He wanted to look into your eyes. Your very much alive eyes. “I thought you were gone. I-I thought I lost you.” tears streamed down his cheeks, but his lips were graced with a smile.

“I hate breaking pinky promises.” You wince slightly as you let out a small laugh.

You pull Steve onto the bed with you and motion Max to come to the other side.

You would worry about all of the details later, but right now you wanted to worry about your sister and boyfriend.

“Steve took care of me like you asked.” Max sniffled, pulling her head to rest on your shoulder.

You couldn't help but let a smile find its way onto your face, “He better have.”

“Please never leave me alone with her again.” Steve teased, causing Max to playfully hit him in the head.

Your thoughts circled back to why your vision looked so off, it was almost as if you had lost a chunk of your peripheral vision, “What's w-wrong with my eyes.”

You were scared to know the answer, and neither Steve nor Max knew how to tell you so instead Max opted for handing you a mirror.

Shock ran through your veins at the sight of your discolored eye. Your left eye had been perfectly normal in color, yet your other eye was a hazy gray. You closed only your left eye leaving you with absolutely nothing to see.

“I'm blind?”

“Only halfway. Your vision is still perfect in your good eye. The doctor said we just might need to get you some glasses so the good eye doesn't have to strain so much.” Max explained as you handed the mirror back to her.

Steve could already see where your mind was going, “Sweetheart, you are as beautiful as always.”

You sighed, “I-Its gray and ugly.”

“It's a part of you, and it's just as beautiful as it was before. Also, for what it's worth, I think it's pretty badass.” You realized he was onto something with the badass part, “Yeah I guess it is pretty badass.”

“Hell yeah, it is,” Max added in.

A few minutes later Max had run to the cafeteria to snag as many puddings as she could.

“I was really scared.” Steve scooted as close to you as he could on the bed.

“Me too.”

“I love you.” Steve let a tear slip from his eye, “I didn't even get to say it back that night. Y-You told me you loved me and I didn't say it back. Y/n I always say it back, b-but I was just-” He stopped himself before he went fully into a panic attack, trying to smooth his breath.

You hadn't realized just how much of a toll this whole event had taken on him and Max both, “Steve you didn't have to say it back. I already knew.”

You shakily brought your hand up to cup his cheek, “I'm here now, and you can tell me you love me every day for the rest of my very long life.”

Max quietly walked back into the room with several different pudding flavors, “Are we crying again? I don’t want to cry anymore.” She huffed while trudging over to you.

“We are not crying anymore. Consider this a no-cry zone as of now.” You softly ran your fingers under Steve's eyes as he set up.

Before you could say much more, you could hear many footsteps outside, “Oh yeah I should warn you...everyone is about to-” Max was quickly cut off when several people fell into your room.

“Y/N!” It was a simultaneous yell between Nancy, Robin, Eddie, Dustin, Will, Jonathan, Mike, and Eleven.

“Oh my god.” You snorted in laughter.

“Badass eye.” Dustin pointed while going in for the first hug.

“I know right.”

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Bets - E.M

angst, angst, angst. fluff throughout though. lots of mistakes (i’m sorry). enjoy loves <3

also new format for my imagines, who’s excited tehe

-month 1-

never in his entire life did Eddie Munson think he would be speaking to Jason Carver civilly. "so, do we have a deal Munson?" Jason said, his hand out so Eddie could shake on it, sealing the bet completely. Eddie sighed but nevertheless shook Jason's hand. he knew. he knew it was wrong, he knew he shouldn't be doing bets on people but money was tight. he needed the money desperately and if that meant making bets with Jason Carver he would do it.

everyone in Hawkins High knew about your little crush on Eddie Munson and that was because you were very open about it. you didn't care about peoples status in school, or how wealthy they were or where they came from. if you liked that person you liked them for them. you were the head cheerleader and many of your teammates thought it was weird that you liked the 'freak' but you didn't care. you'd never really been able to hold a conversation with Eddie, he always thought it was either a massive prank that you had a crush on him, or he was in a rush, not having any time to speak to you.

many boys in Hawkins had a crush on you, and who wouldn't, you were beautiful. you had the perfect smile, the perfect face, the perfect body and you were always so kind to everyone, even if they weren't nice to you. it was a Thursday morning when the bet was sealed and from that point forward Eddie had three months to make you his 'girlfriend'. he knew from when he shook Jason's hand that this would be the easiest $300 he ever made.

he left Jason standing in the car park of Hawkins High and walked in, seeing you standing at your locker with a few of your cheer friends surrounding you. he doesn't know why but he felt nervous. Eddie Munson never felt nervous. of course you were beautiful and smart and caring but no, he shouldn't feel nervous for just talking to you. your friend Chloe saw Eddie approaching you and gave you a subtle nod toward him, making you instantly blush once you turned around.

"hey y/n" he watch your friends one by one leave you so you and him could be alone. "hey Ed's. you okay?" you asked, taking your English book out of your locker. he nodded and smiled at you, you felt like at any minute you could collapse just from that beautiful smile he pulled. "i'm okay sweetheart. listen, there's a drive in on Saturday and i was wondering if you wanted to come with me? we can also go for food if you want" never in your life did you ever think Eddie Munson would be asking you out.

the redness quickly covered your face as you stuttered out a small 'yes' and with that he sent you a small smirk and walked away. you couldn't believe it. you quickly closed your locker to try find your friends and when you did they all started squealing. they asked so many questions all at once that you hardly heard them. "what did he say y/n? he looked pleased with himself" Kathrine said, everyone had huge smiles on their faces as they listened to you tell them that you had a date with Eddie after months of you spilling your 'love' for him to them.

"oh god i'm so happy for you" Daisy said, pulling your into a hug. one thing you loved about your friends was they were always supportive. whatever you did they congratulated you and vice versa. the friendship you all had was 100% not toxic and you loved that you could go to any one of them at any time. "after school we have to help you pick out an outfit. you need to look extra pretty since this is what you've been wanting for ages" Daisy carried on, wrapping her arms fully around your shoulders as she guided you to your English class which you all shared, thankfully.

the school day finished as quickly as it started and you and your friends all met up at the car park so you could go back to your house to pick out an outfit for your date which was two days away. the all got into your car, Daisy in the front, Chloe, Samantha and Tori in the back. you all listened to the ABBA cassette tape, all singing along to each song. "y/n you've wanted to be with Eddie for months, do you think he will be a good boyfriend if you guys go out?" Tori asked as she lent forward in her seat. "i have no idea but i'm just happy he's finally noticing me" you squealed, excitement filling your body.

you finally arrived at your house and all of you made your way to your bedroom to pick out the perfect outfit for the drive in. it took you about half an hour to pick out an outfit, it was a dungarees and a shirt underneath paired with some black converse. it was pretty but also comfortable. "Eddie is gonna think you look so pretty y/n. you look beautiful" Samantha said, all the girls squealed. this was the perfect outfit for the date and you couldn't be more excited to go to a drive in with Eddie.

Saturday rolled around a lot quicker than you anticipated and you were nervous. really, really nervous. Eddie was picking you up at 2 so you could get food at Benny's Diner. you had gotten ready in record time, your makeup was very minimal with you wearing a little bit of eyeliner and mascara and your hair was blown out and suited your face perfectly. you heard your doorbell ring and you quickly put on your converse and grabbed your bag before heading downstairs. you opened the door and saw Eddie standing there with baby pink tulips in his hands.

"afternoon sweetheart, these are for you" you blushed brightly and took the flowers out of his hands. "thank you, they're beautiful. come in, i need to put these in a vase" you moved to the side so he could come in. he walked inside and followed you to the kitchen and watched intently as you put the flowers into the vase. "how did you sleep?" Eddie said, making small talk as you concentrated on placing the flowers in the perfect position in the kitchen. "i slept okay, excited for today so it took me a while but i slept fine. what about you?" you finished, finally seeing the vase was the the perfect position on the kitchen counter.

"i slept well love. you ready to go?" he asked, putting his hand out so you could take it. you smiled softly and walked hand in hand to his van. he opened the van door for you and once you had gotten in the van he closed the door and jogged around to the drivers side. the drive was filled with you and Eddie laughing about different things that had happened in your lessons that past week. as he drove, Eddie would sneak glances at you as you spoke, you always looked so focused when you were telling him different stories about school.

as Eddie listened intently, he realised what he was doing and he hated himself for it. you were the kindest, most beautiful girl in the entire world and here he was betting with your feelings. if it was anyone else he wouldn't care. but because it was you, he hated himself more and more for even taking the stupid bet on.

you guys arrived at the diner and Eddie got out of the van quickly so he could come round and open the door for you. you blushed and got out of the van and saw Eddie's hand stuck out so you could lace your fingers together yet again. you walked to the diner, Eddie's thumb stroking the back of your hand gingerly as he spoke about his band and how they had a show coming up on Tuesday, at the Hideout like always, so they were preparing for that. "could i maybe come to a show? i've never seen you guys preform" you asked, honestly a bit anxious for his answer.

this was your first date and he probably didn't want you at his show, you barely knew him. he turned his head and smiled at you "sure, you can bring your friends if you like". he opened the door to the diner and stepped to the side so you could walk into the diner. "thank you" you said as you walked into the diner, the air conditioning blowing across your face as soon as you walked into the door.

you and Eddie walked to an empty table and sat down opposite each other. you guys ordered your food and started talking about Eddie and his band again. "the hideout is a bit sketchy, a lot of drunks there but other then that it's not bad, it's good that we are performing you know? we gotta start somewhere" he said, every time he spoke about his band he always spoke with such passion and love for it. "is that what you wanna do for your career?" you asked, curious to see if he wanted to play in his band and one day become as famous as Metallica.

"oh, yeah. that's what i've always wanted to do honestly. be on a stage with millions of people enjoying the music that we make. it's always been my dream i guess" he said as a small red blush covered his cheeks. Eddie had no idea what you were thinking. were you going to make fun of him? were you gonna tell the whole school so everyone would make fun of him more than they already do? but you did neither of those things. you smiled brightly at him and took his hand into yours.

"i can see you being one of the biggest bands in the entire world" you said as your food finally arrived. you and Eddie joked with one another as you were eating, but you were also getting to know each other more. Eddie told you about his living situation and how he lived with his Uncle Wayne on the trailer park. you loved hearing Eddie talk about his Uncle. he spoke about him like he was his father, which he practically was, and it was so lovely to hear about him. Eddie listened to you talk about your home life and about your friends. you were very close with your girl friends and you loved them like they were your sisters and Eddie could see the love you had for them as you spoke.

after you finished your food you paid and got up to go to the drive in. Eddie opened the van door for you yet again and then drove to the drive in. it took about 20 minutes for you to get to the 'venue' where the movie was being held and in the 20 minutes Eddie let you listen to a cassette tape the band had made and it shocked you a little but nevertheless the music was good. really, really good. it wasn't the usual type of music that you would listen to, you love ABBA and Blondie and Queen, but Corroded Coffins music was amazing.

you arrived at the drive in and saw at least 20 cars already there, ready for the movie to start. Eddie told you that you were watching Grease which was your absolute favourite film. you loved Danny and Sandy's love story and the music that fit with practically every scene. as the movie started Eddie watched as your eyes lit up when the beach scene started, he could see you getting excited as the film progressed. Eddies feelings throughout that day progressed more and more and he realised he was falling for you. very quickly. a lot quicker then he expected to and he knew sooner or later he needed to end this bet.

-month 2-

after the drive in you and Eddie spend practically every minute with each other. even if you had cheer practice he would pick you up after and you would go back to his trailer until you had to be home, on weekends you would wake up, get ready and Eddie would be at your door before you know it with flowers and different plans that you wouldn't be able to know until you got there.

every single day your feelings for Eddie grew and you didn't think they would be able to but they had. Eddie was practically in love. he was waiting for the perfect moment to ask you to be his girlfriend but tonight he was 100% doing it. to be honest Eddie had forgotten about the bet because he was spending so much time with you. he hadn't spoken to Jason, hadn't really seen him except from school so the bet for him was long forgotten.

today was the day where Eddie was finally gonna ask you to be his girlfriend. it wasn't gonna be the big, extravagant way like every girl dreamed of, it was gonna be small and subtile because Eddie was shitting himself. he knew you wouldn't say no but he'd never done this before. he'd been with girls but not one of them were his girlfriend and he wanted you to be his girlfriend since the date at the diner.

it was 5pm and Eddie was on his way to pick you up. every time you saw Eddie he had a new bouquet of flowers for you and you were surprised you weren't a florist by now. your kitchen and bedroom was filled with different variations of flowers like sunflowers to tulips to peonys. every time it was a different bouquet and you loved it. Eddie wasn't the first boy to get you flowers but he was the most consistent and remembered which flowers he did and didn't get you. he also always left a little note in the bouquet whether it was a small 'you're so beautiful' or 'you make me the happiest i've ever been'

the little notes always made your heart flutter. this time Eddie had left the flowers at his trailer with a note, a note which he knew would change everything. you were sat in your living room waiting for Eddie to come knock on your door like he usually would but today he didn't. he just beeped his horn and waited for you to come to the van. you furrowed your eyebrows and quickly grabbed your bag which was next to you and walked out the door. he was looking at the door waiting for you with a huge smile on his face.

you got into the car and Eddie immediately lent in for a kiss. this wasn't your first kiss with Eddie but each time you kissed him your legs felt like jelly and your heart fluttered. "hi sweetheart" Eddie said as he pulled away from the kiss. you nodded your head and smiled taking ahold of his right hand as he began to drive. you let your other hand also go to his right hand, both your hands now holding his one free hand. "i feel like i haven't seen you in ages. i missed you" Eddie said as he turned a right corner.

"i saw you yesterday Ed's. that's not to long ago" you laughed, looking over at him as he concentrated on driving. he let a small smile form on his face as he listened to you reply back to him. "i know but am i still not allowed to miss you? is it a crime?" he joked, making you laugh out loud and squeeze his hand gently. "i really did miss you though. and because i missed you so much i have a surprise for you back at mine. i think you're really gonna like it" he carried on, glancing at you briefly before he turned into the trailer park.

"you've not given me any time to prepare myself because we are here now. what if i cry?" you replied, anxiety filling your body. you didn't wanna cry in front of him. he wasn't even your boyfriend yet and he's already getting you surprises. "you won't cry jesus. it's not bad. seriously" he reassured, bringing your hand up to his mouth so he could kiss it softly. after he said that he pulled up to his trailer and unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out of the van and waiting for you to follow him into his trailer.

you sighed shakily and got out, putting your bag over your shoulder before catching up to Eddie who's hand was outstretched for you to grab. you walked hand in hand into his trailer before Eddie led you to his bedroom. Eddie opened the door and walked in before moving out of the way so you could look in the room. it was a lot tidier then before but yet again you didn't care about what his room looked like, your room became messy the day after you cleaned it so you definitely couldn't and wouldn't judge him.

you saw a huge bouquet of flowers on his bed with a note on the front. the bouquet was filled with Pink hydrangeas, baby's breath, tulips and lilac roses. the arrangement was beautiful and it made your breathing stutter. these flowers were the most beautiful things you'd ever seen. "there's a card there, you have to read it" Eddie encouraged you, making you walked towards his bed. you sat down, him sitting down next to you and you read the card.

"Dear y/n. you are the most beautiful, perfect, smart, caring girl i've ever met. every moment i spend with you makes me fall for you more and more. every time i'm away from you my mind always goes to you, wondering what you're doing, when i'm next gonna see you, when i'm next gonna be able to hold your hand even though i know it'll probably be the next day. the reason i've been putting in so much effort is because i'm in love with you. i'm so in love with you my heart swells every time i hear someone say your name. i want to be able to call you my girlfriend and i would be so lucky if i could be with the most beautiful girl in Hawkins. so, y/n, will you be my girlfriend?"

you finished reading the note, a bright red blush covering your face. your heart was beating so fast as you kept re-reading the last part 'will you be my girlfriend?' and you'd never felt so happy. you turned to Eddie and brought him in for a kiss. he let his arms wrap around your waist so he could pull you closer to him. he kissed you back and smiled through the kiss. he had you, he was your boyfriend, you were his girlfriend and he couldn't be happier. "of course i'll be your girlfriend" you laughed as you pulled away from the kiss. your smile was huge. you wanted this for ages and it was finally happening. Eddie Munson was your boyfriend.

-month 3-

after Eddie became your boyfriend everything changed. he would walk to class with you and carry your books, he would pick you up for school every morning and you would walk through the corridors hand in hand, you would sit with him and his friends for lunch (obviously your friends were there too) and you were just so much happier.

it was a Saturday morning when Eddie was woken up to a knock on the trailers door. he wasn't expecting anyone to come over so this was confusing to him. he got up out of bed and walked to the door, thinking about who could be at his door at 9:30 in the morning. he opened the door and was shocked to see Jason standing there, a wide smile on his face. "Munson" Jason said, acknowledging that this was in fact Eddie's trailer. "Carver, what are you doing here?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"well, it's been more than three months now freak and you've officially made $300. congratulations. i didn't actually think you would do it" Jason said, laughing whilst taking the $300 dollars out of his jacket. Eddie took the $300 and internally punched himself for forgetting why he spoke to you in the first place. "i have another preposition for you Munson. keep this act up for another month and i'll give you an extra $400 dollars." Jason said, a huge smirk on his face. something about this felt wrong to Eddie but with him being half asleep he just nodded his head and closed the door in Jason's face so he could go back to sleep.

you and Eddie were meeting so you could go watch the new film out 'Three Men and a Baby' which you begged Eddie to watch with you. Eddie forgot that he even agreed to the new bet that he and Jason had set in place but the bet didn't matter to him anymore. the money didn't matter to him because he had you. he fell for you a lot harder then he thought he would and he regretted ever agreeing to the bet.

it was 6pm when Eddie realised you were coming over to his, ready for the cinema date you had. he got into his signature Eddie Munson outfit and was waiting for you to knock on his trailer door. you finally arrived at Eddie's trailer at 6:15 and when you knocked on the door Eddie immediately answered, pulling you in for a kiss when he saw your smiling face. "you ready to watch the film sweetheart?" he asked, closing the trailer door behind him as you both made your way to the van.

"i'm so excited, i've been wanting to watch this for ages" you replied, your smile widening more as you spoke about this film. the whole drive to the cinema was filled with you both listening to Eddie's cassette tape which he loved tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. you arrived at the cinema and noticed Jason and all his friends standing there, Eddie also noticed this which made him anxious. very anxious. Eddie parked the van and you both walked hand in hand to the front of the cinema.

"hey y/n, Munson" Jason said, nodding his head at Eddie, giving him a knowing look. "oh hey Jason" you said, sending him a soft smile. you didn't really like Jason but because you were on the cheer team you had to be civil with him. "y/n, sweetheart why don't you go inside quickly and find which room we are watching the movie in. i just need to speak to Jason quickly"

you looked at Eddie confused but nevertheless nodded your head. you stood on your tippy toes and left a small kiss on Eddie cheek which made him smile. they all watched you walk off into the cinema and once Eddie knew you were out of ears reach he walked up to Jason. "i don't think i can do this bet anymore. if you want your money back fine but i can't do this to her. i love her and making this bet was wrong. i'm not continuing this anymore" Jason looked at Eddie in shock.

"wow. the Eddie Munson, the freak, is in love with the head cheerleader. i've gotta hand it to you Munson you really know how to make a girl fall in love with you. was $300 all she was worth?" Eddie was pissed. you were worth more than any amount of money in the world, Eddie was lucky to have you because you were practically a supermodel and he was nothing. "you know that's not why i took the bet. i love y/n. yes, at the start i didn't really like her like that but i do now. i really do. she's the best thing that ever happened to me and i'm sorry Jason but i'm not continuing this bet whether you like it or not" Eddie walked away from Jason to find you.

you were inside the cinema, you were playing with the acrylics on your hands out of boredom. you looked up from your hands when you heard the cinema door open to see Eddie walking in with an angry expression on his face "what happened Ed's?" you asked as you walked towards him, a curious but loving look on your face. "nothing sweetheart, cmon let's go watch the movie" he replied, leaning in to kiss your forehead. you and Eddie walked to the cinema room which was playing 'Three Men and a Baby" and quickly found your seats as the movie started playing.

throughout the whole movie Eddie was worried. he was worried that Jason was gonna tell you about the bet which he regretted so much. he knew that he shouldn't of done it and he knew that it was wrong but Jason Carver could be so convincing and Eddie, at the time, thought that the money would help him.

the movie ended, Eddie hardly paid attention to it which upset you a little but you knew that he really didn't care for the movie. he preferred horror and you definitely did not so you would have the exact same reaction if he made you sit through a two hour horror film. as you and Eddie walked out of the cinema you saw Jason and all his friends still outside the cinema. what were they still doing here?

you and Eddie walked past the group without them saying a word until Jason shouted something out to you. "hey Eddie do you think we should let y/n know about our little bet?" you furrowed your brows in confusion and looked at Eddie, hoping he would be just as confused as you were but he was looking down at the ground, looking as pale as a ghost. "what bet?" you asked, turning around to Jason as you hoped to find out what the hell he was talking about.

"oh. Munson here hasn't told you?" you looked between the two boys as Jason approached you with his hands in his pockets. "jesus Munson, didn't even have the decency to tell her?" Jason egged on, making Eddie shift uncomfortably, his hands began to sweat as anxiety filled his body. "okay i'm really really confused can someone tell me what bet we are talking about here?" you asked as you adjusted your bag strap on your shoulder.

"three months ago me and Eddie here made a bet. a bet that he would be able to make you his girlfriend in three months in exchange for $300. it's been a bit over three months right Eddie?" hearing Jason say this made your heart ache. "wait Eddie, you bet on me?" Eddie wanted the earth to swallow him up and take away this pain that he was feeling. hearing you say that made him feel worse. your voice was quivering, your eyes were filling with tears and Eddie knew it. he slowly nodded his head, his eyes never leaving the ground.

he heard your breathing stutter as you let go of his hand. never in your entire life had you ever felt so embarrassed, hurt, ashamed, disgusted. the list of words go on. you had no idea that this was even going on behind your back and there was nothing you could do. "ahh jeez i'm sorry you had to find out this way y/n. i thought Munson would have told you. sorry you had to get your feelings hurt sweetheart. i guess that $300 dollars wasn't worth it" Jason said, leaving you and Eddie alone in the cinema car park.

Jason and his friends were laughing as they walked away. you sniffled as your heart began breaking. Eddie knew once heard your shoes on the pavement that you were walking away from him and he couldn't let that happen. he needed to explain himself to you before you ran off and never spoke to him again. "y/n, sweetheart, please wait a second" Eddie said as he followed closely behind you. you ignored him completely as you let your tears fall out of your eyes, soaking your cheeks completely.

you felt him grab ahold of your forearm gently and turned you around. "y/n you have to understand i completely forgot about the bet. i didn't remember until this morning when Jason came to give me the $300 dollars but it wasn't worth it" Eddie said, his heart breaking even more as he looked at the pained expression that was displayed on your face. "did you bet on me because you knew i had feelings for you?" you didn't want it to be true. you didn't want your feelings to be the reason you were used but deep down you knew.

you watched as Eddie sighed, his chin quivering slightly as his own tears built up. "yes but you have to understand i comply forgot about the bet. i did truly fall in love with you and i promise you that i didn't meant to hurt you love. i really didn't and if i could go back in time and change it i would. i love you y/n" Eddie tried to explain but it was all to much. he used you because you were an easy target for him and it was an easy way to make money.

"i'll see you around Ed's" you said, giving him a sad smile before turning away from him as you started walking toward your own house. you felt broken. how could someone as sweet as Eddie bet on your feelings? that entire walk home you had salty tears streaming down your face. you were in shock. before this you saw a future with Eddie, you saw yourself growing a family with him but not now. he used you for money. used your feelings to benefit himself.

Eddie walked back to his van in pure disappointment. he was disappointed in himself for hurting you so badly because he loved you. he loved you so much and he knew that if he spoke to you about it you would of let it go but because he left it so long. he was certain that you would never even look his way again. he knew he had to make it up to you because he needed you. he needed you in his life and he couldn't let you go.

he drove home teary eyed as he remembered the look on your face when he admitted to you that it was true. Eddie was one of those people who acted before he thought about the consequences the action could have. he had no idea how he was going to solve this situation but he had to and he would do anything to get you back.

once you arrived back home to your house you ran straight past your parents and went up to your room. you didn't really wanna see or speak to anyone because of how hurt you were. betting on your feelings was unacceptable and the fact that Eddie knew about your crush and still went ahead with the bet destroyed you, you hated that this happened now. you and Eddie were in an amazing place in your relationship and now that was out the window. you loved Eddie so much and you needed him. after making your relationship official you spent every moment with Eddie and now you didn't want anything to do with him.

Eddie got back at his trailer and went straight inside, seeing Wayne sitting on the couch watching some random show which is on the TV. "hey Eddie. how's your night been son?" Wayne said, sipping the coffee he had in his hands. Wayne finally looked up from the TV after not hearing a response from Eddie. he saw him with his chin quivering and his chocolate button eyes filled with tears which were about to spill any second. "oh Ed what's happened?" he asked as he got up from the sofa so he could walk toward Eddie.

"i fucked up Wayne. i really did" Eddie cried, leaning into Wayne's hug. Wayne was confused. Eddie hardly ever cried and he if he did he did it in his room, alone. before Wayne could reply Eddie spoke up from Wayne's shoulder. "i fucked up so badly. i made a bet that i would be able to date y/n for three months and she's found out but i swear Wayne i completely forgot. now that i know her and i've fallen in love with her i've realised how badly i've fucked up. i've hurt her, i've embarrassed her and she's never gonna wanna speak to me again"

Wayne had never ever heard Eddie cry like this. Wayne could hear the disappointment and sadness in Eddie's voice and he couldn't feel anything but sympathy for him. but he also felt so sorry for you. Wayne heard you and Eddie speak to each other when you would be over at the trailer and he could tell that the two of were in love. really in love. Wayne knew Eddie acted before he thought and this time he let his thoughts get the best of him and now he's ruined a perfect relationship.

"oh Eddie. i'm so sorry. i know how much you loved her. i really think you should give her a bit of space before speaking to her again. i think you must of really hurt her Eddie" obviously this wasn't what Eddie wanted to hear but he knew Wayne was right. you definitely needed time before you saw and spoke to Eddie again. as he listened to Wayne, Eddie was thinking about how he could get you back.

he wanted to do something sentimental to the two of you and the only thing he could think of was flowers. flowers was the first 'gift' Eddie had got you and it always brought a smile to your face, it brought a smile to Eddie's face seeing you smile and when flowers were involved everyone was happy. he knew bringing you flowers would never ever make you for the fact that he bet on your feelings but he knew who he wanted and he wanted you.

"give her a bit of time Ed's and do what's right" Wayne looked at him dead in the eye so Eddie knew he was serious. Eddie nodded his head and sighed, rubbing his left eye aggressively as he tried his best to get rid of his tears. Wayne let go of Eddie, allowing him to go to his room to undoubtedly sulk.

you were doing the same, in your room your whole body got from embarrassment. you were so embarrassed that Jason brought the bet up in front of all of his basketball team friends who were also sort of your friends. everyone now probably knew about the bet Eddie and Jason made about you and you couldn't help but be anxious for school on Monday. you know you shouldn't miss Eddie at all and you were deeply hurt by what he had done but you did miss him. so so so much. and you couldn't control your feelings.

you wanted Eddie to explain himself and you wanted to see him so he could do so. it was crazy. this whole situation was crazy and you hated how this has unfolded. if Eddie told you at the start of the relationship maybe you would be feeling different but you couldn't say because you were never put in that situation. you decided a shower was the best thing for you right now, showers always made your stress and anxiety's practically vanish.

Eddie, in his bedroom, immediately started planning what he was going to do to get you back. he was going to buy a huge bouquet of flowers and apologise with the best apology he could. yes, it wasn't going to excuse the fact that he bet on you, nothing could excuse that. but, if he could do something sentimental for you he was going to do it. whatever you wanted him to do so he could get you back he would do it.

that Sunday morning Eddie woke up early to go straight to the florist. he got there earlier then the florist, Danielle, who was surprised to see Eddie standing there waiting for her to open the shop. Eddie followed Danielle into the florist and immediately looked around the shop for the most perfect bouquet for you. something that would fit your character but nothing around the shop caught his eye. he needed the perfect flowers in the bouquet for you, he wanted everything perfect.

Danielle saw Eddie struggling as he wandered around the shop, she could see he obviously panicking. "do you want me to help you? you seem a little stressed" Danielle said, making Eddie's head snap toward her. he sighed in relief before making his way over to her. "let's just say i fuck- messed up a relationship and i need to get my girl back. i need something perfect for her" he said, stuttering over his words as he spoke.

Danielle nodded her head and smiled softly at him. "i can make you a bouquet, is there any particular flowers that you remember her saying she loved? every girl has at least two favourite flowers" she replied, getting her equipment ready to make the bouquet for him. Eddie thought for a minute before remembering you specifically saying you loved tulips. tulips and sunflowers were your favourite flowers. "she loves tulips and sunflowers, they are the main ones i remember" Eddie replied, remembering your face lighting up when he asked what your favourite flowers were.

after Danielle heard this she got to work almost instantly seeing Eddie was in a hurry. she made the bouquet in 20 minutes and when she returned it looked perfect. the most perfect bouquet he had ever seen, better then the flowers he got you when he asked you to be his girlfriend. "is this okay?" Danielle said as she watched Eddie's eyes moved over the bouquet in her hands. he sent her his signature Eddie Munson smile and nodded his head. "they're perfect."

the whole way to your house Eddie was rehearsing what he was gonna say. he knew he should probably stay away from you but he could, he missed you too much and it hadn’t even been a day since he last saw you. once Eddie was outside your doorstep he almost got cold feet. to be honest Eddie was shitting himself. the practice he did for the speech had completely left his mind as soon as he turned up at your front door but it was now or never and Eddie just wanted you back.

he got out of his van and picked up the flowers carefully before walking towards your front door. he saw that neither of your parents cars were in the driveway so they definitely were not home making this slightly easier knowing it would be you opening the door and not your dad. he took a deep breath before knocking on the door. he waited and waited for you to open the door but he got no response.

he’d hoped that you’d just not heard the knock do he did it again and this time he heard footsteps approaching. his heart started beating and he felt a little faint as he waited for the door to open so he could see your beautiful face. you opened the door and Eddie thought you’d never looked more beautiful. your hair was in a messy bun, you had no trace of any make up on your skin and you were wearing a tracksuit which fit your body perfectly. Eddie noticed the slight bags under your eyes which was 100% from all the crying you must of done the night before making Eddie’s heart break more.

“Eddie what are you doing here?” you asked, your voice wasn’t filled with any anger, it was calm and kind and that was one thing Eddie loved about you. even when you were angry at someone you were always still so nice to them. Eddie took a deep breath before speaking “y/n, i’ve come here because i know i’ve fucked up. i know i’ve ruined everything we had and i hate myself for it. you were always so nice to me even though everyone else thought i was a freak but you didn’t care. you liked me for me and that’s why i fell for you in the first place. i know that you don’t want to see me and that’s fine, i want you to take all the time you need because what i did was disgusting and no one should ever have their feelings played with. i knew it was wrong and i still went ahead with that stupid bet and sweetheart i am so sorry, i truly am. if i could go back and change it i promise you i would because you deserve so much more than some stupid freak who bet on you”

as you listened to Eddie talk you could hear the sadness and sympathy laced in his tone. he obviously knew what he did was wrong and you couldn’t help but tear up as you listened to his apology. “there was one thing from this bet which i am actually proud of which is i got to fall in love with you. being with you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me y/n and i’m so grateful every day that you chose me. i understand that i’ve hurt you and i just want you to know that that was never my intention. never in my life would i ever want to hurt someone as kind, smart and beautiful as you. i am so so sorry y/n. i really am and i will do anything you want for you to forgive me. i need you in my life because waking up without your face this morning broke me and i will never forgive myself for hurting you”

after he finished his speech Eddie took a deep breath, holding the flowers out to you. he didn’t realise how tightly he had been holding them until you took the bouquet from his hand. he saw the paper at the bottom of the bouquet was wrinkled from his grip, it was obvious that he was nervous. you looked at Eddie in his eyes before walking into his body and wrapping your arms around him. he immediately melted into you, missing the feeling of you in his arms so deeply that he never wanted to let you go. his cheek rested on top of your head as he squeezed you gently.

“i really am sorry y/n” he said as you looked up at him. your eyes were bloodshot and looked a little sore but again, he still thought you looked beautiful. “i’m not gonna say it’s okay because it’s not. but, i love you Eddie and i accept your apology” you said, sending him a shy smiled. he lent down and kissed you, his arms around you loosened as he finally felt his nerves leave his body. “you have to work for at a bit still” you said, making him smile brightly at you. “i can live with that” he said, leaning down to kiss you again. even after everything he did Eddie knew in his heart that you were the one for him and he was going to do whatever it took for you to get back to how you were before you found out about the stupid bet he made. “i love you so much” he whispered as he left small kisses all over your face, he had finally (kind of) gotten you back and he couldn’t be more grateful for you.

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If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too? Part 2

The Corroded Coffin boys are here and ain’t down with Eddie have to share a room with Steve fucking Harrington. (Don’t worry they come around, just some faster than others.)

Part 1

Steve woke up to the sound of two heart monitors beeping in rhythm to each other. He moaned and he could feel that there was someone holding his hand.

“Steve?” Robin asked.

His eyelashes fluttered and he could blearily make out her face. “Robs?”

She reached over the guardrail and pressed a button repeatedly. Two nurses came rushing in.

“He’s awake!” Robin told them excitedly.

The first nurse started taking readings on all the machines he was hooked up to while the other came over with a cup of ice chips.

She pressed the cup to Steve’s lips. He gasped when the cold ice hit his mouth and then slid down his throat. He greedily drank more until she pulled the cup away.

“How are we feeling today, Mr Harrington?” the first nurse asked.

“Steve,” he insisted. “Mr Harrington makes me feel old.”

Robin giggled. “You are old.”

“Steve, then,” the nurse said with a smile. “On a scale between zero and ten how would you rate your pain? Zero being none at all, five being it hurts a lot and I can deal with it, and ten being kill me, kill me now.”

Steve laughed. “Um...I’d say a four. It hurts but not a lot, a lot, if you know what I mean.”

The second nurse twisted a little nob on the equipment and suddenly Steve felt a rush of relief.

“That should help,” the first nurse said. “The doctor will be in in about ten minutes to go over your prognosis.”

Steve nodded. The two nurses left and he looked at Robin. “How’s Eddie?” He hadn’t bothered to ask the nurses because they would have told him he wasn’t family and not given him a damn thing.

She stood up and pulled back the curtain. There on the other side was Eddie still asleep with an older man clutching Eddie’s hand to his lips.

The man looked up for the first time and saw them watching him. He cleared his throat and stood up.

Steve watched as the man walked up to him.

“I’m Wayne Munson,” he said, introducing himself. “And you saved my boy.”

“Steve Harrington,” Steve replied and stuck out his hand.

Wayne smiled. “I know who you are, son. This girly and about a half dozen feral children have been telling me all about you.”

Steve blushed. “I’m sure they’re over-selling it.”

Wayne raised an eyebrow. “I really don’t think they are.”

“Is he going to be okay?” Steve asked, looking over at Eddie. He looked so small. So...dim. The Eddie Munson Steve had gotten to know in the Upside Down was always so bright and animated. But there was none of that now.

“Oh yeah,” Wayne said with a grin that Steve recognized even if it was a little strange seeing it on another face. “He woke up before you did.” He jutted his thumb at his nephew.

Steve grinned back. “He always did have a flare for the dramatic.”

Wayne’s grin softened to a warm smile. “That he does. The first thing you should know is, he would want you to know is that the government pulled their cover up bullshitery and he’s been cleared of all charges. He’s a free man. And they’ve given me the name of a good lawyer in case I wanted to sue the town for orchestrating that witch hunt.”

Steve let out a sigh of relief and all the tension that was in his body melted away. “That’s really good news, sir. This town will never believe it but that’s good to hear.”

Wayne chuckled. “I think they just might.”

Steve frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You know what close-minded assholes love more than an outsider to hunt?” Steve shook his head. “A venerated hero to topple. They placed the blame on the dead Carver kid.”

Steve blinked as his eyebrows crept slowly up his forehead. “Jason is dead?”

Wayne nodded. “I’m afraid so.”

“Shit.” Steve reached out for Robin’s hand again and she took his, giving it a squeeze.

Wayne grasped the guardrails of the hospital bed and breathed out slowly through his nose. “They said that he killed Chrissy because she was flirting with Eddie. Then killed Patrick when he refused to continue to hunt him. After all Andy’s witness statement could go for Jason as much as it could my boy.”

“And Fred?” Steve asked in morbid curiosity.

“Attacked by the same animals that got Ed.”

Steve stared at him in stunned silence. “So now everyone thinks that Jason riled up the town to hunt Eddie because he was the real killer?”

Wayne hummed. “Right in one, kid.”

Steve started laughing hysterically.

“Oi!” Eddie called from the bed next to him. “Fucking noisy neighbor. I’m trying to sleep here.”

Steve smiled. “Good to see the bats didn’t suck out all your snark.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow at Steve. “I have an unlimited supply.”

“It’s a Munson family trait,” Wayne agreed.

Steve buried his head in his hands. “Oh god, I don’t think I can handle two of them.”

Robin patted his thigh. “How do you think I felt the last three hours? It was horrible!”

Eddie and Wayne laughed.

“I like your new friends, Ed,” Wayne said with a grin. “Not that your old friends weren’t great. These two are funny.”

“And we aren’t funny?” Jeff said from the door. “You wound me!” Behind him Brian and Gareth were also making dramatic gestures.

“Guys!” Eddie cried. “Hey!”

The three of them shuffled in and they glanced at Robin and Steve warily as they passed them.

Eddie saw Gareth’s bandaged hand. “What the fuck, man?”

Gareth grinned. “Further proof that Jason Carver was the real villain. The dude tortured me to try and find out where you were.”

“Holy shit!” Eddie cursed. “That is messed up.”

They shifted nervously. “Lucas was with him.”

Steve and Robin’s heads snapped their direction.

“Seriously?” Robin squeaked.

Jeff looked over at her and nodded sheepishly.

Eddie reached out and grabbed Jeff’s wrist. “He was trying to lead them away from me but they caught on too quickly.”

Gareth gulped. “You sure?”

Even Steve and Robin were waiting on bated breath.

“Yeah, he told me,” Eddie said. “He was here earlier. He’s–he’s the reason Jason is dead.” He waved his hands wildly when he saw the stricken expressions on everyone’s faces. “He didn’t kill him or anything. Jason came looking for me at the Creel house and found Max and Lucas and Erica. Jason went crazy and started spewing a bunch of hateful shit. So Lucas punched him and because Jason was unsteady on his feet when the earthquake hit, he tumbled out the window to his death. Lucas was pretty broken up about it.”

“Poor kid,” Gareth said. “I guess it goes to show that you can’t be a nerd and jock. You can’t straddle that line and have it turn out well for anyone.”

“That’s bullshit,” Steve said. “Lucas can be good at sports and play D&D. He’s was trying protect his friends. And I hope this doesn’t kill his love for either.”

The room became deathly silent.

Brian turned to Steve. “What are you doing here, Harrington?”

Steve looked down at his hospital gown in confusion. “Being treated for the same animal bites as Eddie?”

Just then the doctor bustled in. He stopped short when he saw the large crowd at Eddie’s bed.

He cleared his throat. “I beg your pardon, I need to speak to the patients regarding their care. Would you be so kind as to step out for a moment? Just a moment. You’ll be able to speak to your friend after I am done.”

Jeff and Gareth shared a glance, but Brian bristled.

“Why do we have to go?” he asked, crossing his arms in front of chest. He wasn’t a small kid by any stretch of the imagination.

“I am going over sensitive medical information,” the doctor said curtly, “that under law can only be given to the patient or to someone they have deemed by signature on a legal document to share such medical information with.” He lowered his glassed and looked Brian square in the eye. “Now do you want to comply and come back in a few minutes or do you want to be escorted out of this hospital by security and not allowed back inside unless under medical duress?”

Jeff tapped his shoulder. “Come on, man, let’s go. It’s just standard procedure. They did they same thing when my cousin Ally had her appendix out.”

Brian went begrudgingly but he did go. Robin followed them out. She wasn’t old enough to sign legal documents yet, her eighteenth birthday a month a way. So she couldn’t supersede Steve’s parents being his medical contact.

Yet.

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knowing me, knowing you - eddie munson & steve harrington

plot: new boyfriends eddie and steve overhear jason trying to ask angelface out, and they know they have to rescue you--not just because they're your friends, but because they can't let him steal you away from them and hurt you...even if you're not theirs, yet.

cws: established steddie, hurt/comfort, throuple, tw: homophobia, derogatory use of 'queer', bullying, threats, manipulation, jason's a huge dickhead, protective steve, mild violence, confessions, jealousy, threeway mutual pining, friends to lovers, eddie pov, fem reader.

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"...So we should go on a date, then. I'll take you to dinner."

Eddie sidles up quietly against the wall, risking a peek around the corner to check before he waves Steve over. Yep, Wheeler was right–there you are, leaning against the school outside with Jason fucking Carver, who cannot physically get any closer to you without it being considered a felony.

"No shit," Steve pokes his head out over his boyfriend's, whispering incredulously because Eddie knows he can't believe it either. Of course, the one person in the school that they both despise the most is making a move on you. Steve rubs Eddie's shoulder, hoping to soothe him as the two of them watch from their position of relative safety.

"Um, aren't you…aren't you and Chrissy..?" Jason shakes his head at you, but he's still smiling like he's still got it all under control.

"Nah, she…I heard she's been sleeping around. So I dumped her–girls like that aren't worth it. Not like you."

"That's not true!" Eddie whispers–he knows Chrissy, she's a sweet girl, and she definitely dumped him because he made one too many awful comments about her appearance. What a fucking liar. But he maybe says it a touch too loudly, because Jason's brow raises and just as he turns to look around, Steve grabs Eddie by the collar and yanks him back around the wall to hide. But once they hear you start talking again, they both slowly sneak a peek once more, knowing that Jason's eyes will be on you and you alone.

"Thank you, uh, I'm flattered, but…"

"But? Is there a but? C'mon, just one date." Such a pushy bastard, it's annoying enough to Eddie, but looking up he can see that Steve's practically got steam coming out of his ears. You fidget with your sleeve, the bag slung over your shoulder swaying as you do so while you try not to look him directly in the eye. "You're so cute when you get shy. C'mon, babe."

Oh, that "babe" is almost enough for Eddie to go fucking berserk, and he can feel that Steve is feeling the same–but they both agreed not to intervene unless it was totally necessary. They might be totally whipped for you, but they're not your babysitters and they both know that if they start acting like it, you'll just end up resenting them. Plus, the three of you are good friends right now, and you're one of the very few that doesn't think them dating is weird or somehow related to the devil, so to mess that up would result in a lot of nights moping around and watching sad movies in each other's laps that neither of them are emotionally prepared for at the moment.

"Y'know, we could even do some more stuff if you wanted…a little birdie told me that you have yet to lose something." You look scared. This is nowhere near good. Steve's hand digs into his shoulder, hard.

"Um…I-I…"

"It's okay to be inexperienced, babe. I can show you how to do it…show you how to make love. You can trust me–even if that's all you want, I'll let you use me for it." How manipulative can he be? Eddie knows there's no way you would ever do something like that, but he can also see now that Jason really just wants to get into your pants. Figures, he doesn't deserve your kindness or any part of you, so he's just scraping to get whatever he can, like a rat–and it gets worse when Jason starts touching your face, trying to get you to look at him. Steve quietly growls a "don't" from above him, kind of like a dog getting territorial. It's kinda hot, if he's being honest…focus. He has to focus.

"I'm not a virgin,"

You finally breathe, your eyes flicking up to meet the blond's whose hand is still on your chin.

"And you're not my type. Sorry." You gently push his hand away, and wait with shaky hands for him to back off. But both Eddie and Steve's anger increases when he just dips his face closer to you, almost like he's gonna kiss you–Eddie has to put a hand on Steve's chest to stop him from lunging forward, whispering a "Stevie, calm down!" quiet enough that neither you nor Jason notice while you're in your own little world.

"What do you mean by that? Explain it to me, so I can understand." His voice is low, but angry, fury simmering just below the surface like he's close to blowing up. But if he thinks he can just intimidate you into doing what he wants, then he's got another thing coming.

"What…What is there to explain? You're a bully. You're cruel. I saw what you did to Gareth's hand," Your brow furrows–god, you're so pretty when you're mad–and Eddie finds himself breathless as you raise your hand to your chest and push him, just hard enough for Jason to take a step back with an incredulous look on his face. "And you're always calling my friend a freak."

"Who, Munson? He is a freak! Why would you even want to be friends with someone like him? You're too good for that."

"No, I'm too good for you." Jason just shakes his head in disbelief, a scoff on his lips. Eddie's chest is so tight, heart beating so fast at the protectiveness in your voice as you say his name. "Eddie's my friend. He's sweet, and he would do anything for his friends. He's nothing like you–and that's why I like him."

You like him. He's on cloud nine right now, he wouldn't even notice if the world was ending. All his dreams are coming true, even if he never imagined Jason would be involved with them at all.

"You like that queer? Are you fucking serious?"

"Shut up! You're a cunt, Jason!" You shove him again, hard this time, your words spit with venom and your fists shaking with anger. But he's so proud of you for stepping away, you're so mature, and you don't even look back at him as you start walking towards the side of the building where they're hiding–until you stop suddenly, and Eddie realizes that Jason's grabbing you by the wrist to drag you back to him.

"You do not walk away from me, you understand that?!"

"Let go of me! I'm gonna tell-" Jason slaps a hand over your mouth, and yanks you close enough that your faces are only a few inches from each other. Too close.

"Who's gonna believe you?" Your eyes widen, and it is far past the last straw. Steve is shouldering past him and dashing towards the scene before Eddie even realizes he's gone from his side.

"Hey!"

With the kind of strength that befits a former high school athlete, Steve runs up and wedges himself between you two so he can shove Jason off, breaking his grip and sending him stumbling back while your friend stands protectively over you. You look a little dazed, confused, but when Eddie hustles over to take your arm in his and soothe you, it sets in that you're safe and you gladly melt into his embrace. You're so warm, and you're scared, but…he just can't help thinking about how soft you feel against his chest.

"You touch her again, and I'll make sure you regret it."

"The fuck are you doing here, Harrington?" Jason spits, flushed and clearly jumped up from getting interrupted. Eddie doesn't even want to think about what would have happened if Wheeler hadn't tipped them off, what Jason might have done to you if they weren't here–but if he somehow wasn't sure before that he always wants to be there for you, then he absolutely does now.

"Oh, y'know, hanging out. Seeing some old friends. Defending pretty girls against creepy douchebags. Whatever strikes my fancy." Jason's eyes slide over to Eddie, who feels and probably looks a lot braver with Steve in between them. He can feel you tense up against him when Steve says that, and he pulls his arms tighter around you to hug you closer. It's relieving to feel that you're comfortable with him, enough that you're clinging to his jacket and subtly nuzzling even deeper into him.

"What was that you said, again? 'Who's gonna believe you'? I think the school counselor would love to hear that. Probably would have to let the basketball coach know, though. And you can say bye bye to the rest of the season." Steve sounds so confident when he's ripping him apart, it's honestly kind of…well, it's not something you might find attractive, but Eddie certainly does, and by the awed look in your eyes he can sense that you feel the same. "Gimme a reason, dude, cause I would love to kick your ass right now."

Jason looks between all three of you, frustrated and wounded by the blow Steve's managed to deal him, but the intensity only lasts a couple seconds. Because before long, he's made his choice, and he brushes you all off and stalks away with his hands shoved in the pockets of his letterman jacket.

"Oh, Jason! Almost forgot!" Both you and Eddie are surprised to see him actually stop and turn his head when Steve calls out to him, his glare violent enough that all three of you can almost feel the holes burning through you. "You ever get near my boyfriend again, or Hellfire, or her, I'll rip you many, many new ones. You just gimme the word, big boy."

Jason says nothing, just spits, and gives all three of you the finger which Steve gladly returns before he turns and disappears through the door into the school. By the time Steve moves to walk back towards you two, Eddie's loosened his hug to let you slip out, but you're still clutching at his arm like it's a pier in a storm.

"Don't be scared, honey. You're okay." Steve affectionately rubs your head, ruffling your hair a bit in the process. But he's a lot more gentle than when he does it to Dustin or the other kids, careful, and fortunately so when you've still got such a disturbed expression.

"I..I thought he was gonna.."

"He won't. Stevie's got us–look how strong he is." Eddie smiles over at you, and rubs the hand you've got gripping his sleeve so you can feel his rings against your skin.

"Did you, um…I don't know how much you heard of that.."

"Well, we got to hear you call him a cunt. That was fun." Your eyes turn back to Eddie, big and doe-like, and god, there's rarely been a time he's wanted to kiss you more than he does right now. "...And I heard what you said about me."

Fear strikes across your face, and you quickly avert your gaze from him like it's too much to even meet his eyes. He hates how shaky you still are, even when the danger has passed–he never wants you to be afraid of him, scared of what he's gonna say next. Ever.

"I-I…Eddie, I…I don't want to ruin what we have. And I…Steve, I'm sorry I-" Your voice is trembling, and even though your head is turned away he can clearly tell you're on the brink of tears. But that's when Steve pipes up, a hand brushing your cheek as he guides you to look up at him.

"You had a crush on me, right?" You stutter, taken aback by his query, but he just keeps going. "You were younger, I remember. I was a senior. You used to wear your hair like,"

He motions around his head, trying to charade his way into describing it before his hands land on his hips.

"Like that. It was cute."

Eddie knows you're not nearly as close with Steve–you would definitely be considered friends, but you mostly know Harrington through him and you haven't spent much time together alone. Before they started going out, that fact would relieve him. He didn't even know that you and Steve knew each other before you all started hanging out.

"Listen, Eddie's not gonna say it, but he likes you. And I like you. And from what I can tell, you might feel the same. So," He raises both hands up to show he's being vulnerable, and steps around you to stand closer to Eddie's side. "If you don't, that's totally cool. We can pretend none of this happened–but if you do, and you don't mind sharing, well…we can stop running after you like lost puppies to make sure you're okay."

You're speechless, clearly. Your eyes dart from one boy to the next, searching for some sign that they're gonna burst into laughter and admit that it was all an elaborate prank. But all Eddie does is keep stroking your hand, until you slowly release it from his jacket and let him take hold of it.

"Is…this really happening? This isn't a dream, right?" You're the one who's incredulous now, and the two of them look between each other as a spark of fear ignites. It's just now occurring to Eddie and his boyfriend both that they might have made a huge mistake by saying this right now.

"I…y'know what, now I'm thinking this might have been a bad time to say all that. I'm sorry, I just, seeing you scared like that-"

"Did you mean it?" You interrupt Steve's near-frantic babbling, your eyes now intense in a way that Eddie has to mentally slap himself to not find as incredibly hot.

"Well yeah, of course. We mean it, right Eds?"

"Damn right." You look between the two of them. Are you still questioning, he wonders? Will you walk away, thinking they were liars this whole time, just waiting for a chance to make fun of you?

"Do you…wanna get some dinner?" Only now does your question come out as meek, soft, just like the absolute goddess that first came to Eddie to ask if you could get something from the theatre while Hellfire club was in session. He still remembers that day so fondly, the way the club members teased him for how gently he spoke to you and how he paused the game for a whole ten minutes just to explain what they were doing to you. And the first time you got frustrated with him, yelled at him for something stupid he did that he doesn't even remember anymore, and how whipped he realized he was when he witnessed how forceful you were when you were worried about him.

"Oh, like…now?" Steve's voice breaks him from his reverie, he didn't even realize he was staring at you, or that your eyes flicked over to stare right back.

"Yeah." You bite your lip. Mercy.

"Yes," Eddie sighs, his eyes totally fixated on you, like he's already lovesick. "Anywhere you want. I'll pay for yours."

"Think again, Munson. Keep your money, I'll cover everyone's. C'mon, beautiful." He snaps his fingers in front of Eddie's face to bring him back to reality, drawing a giggle out of you in the process as he loops an arm around your waist and leads you away towards his car. He might have been left behind, if he wasn't still holding your hand–you give him a tug to pull him along with you, and he hurries up to walk on your opposite side from Steve.

It might be impossible to tell what's gonna happen next, what you're gonna say when you all sit down at a booth at the diner and have the conversation that he's been waiting so long to have–but it doesn't matter, none of it does. Because all those nights of lying awake with Stevie and talking to each other about you, about how perfect it would be to pull you into their little universe with them…now, it might be possible for it to all come true. There's a chance. And that's more than either of them could ever ask for from an angel like you.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader x steve harrington #steve x reader x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie #eddie's angelface #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #2k

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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Twisted Lies

Can I request an Angst to happy ending Eddie Munson x fem. reader long oneshot where reader is Jason’s sister and Eddie and reader are dating and happy and Jason sabotages the relationship by writing a note saying awful things about Eddie and he shows it to Eddie and makes Eddie believe his girlfriend wrote it.

When she meets up with Eddie later, she tries to hug him and he pushes her away and yells at her in anger and confronts her about the note and she starts sobbing and tries to convince him that she didn’t write it and she tells him she loves him for the first time and when he finally realizes Jason set him up, he apologizes to reader and kisses her and tells her he loves her too?

Requested by @borhapgirlforlife19 ty for the request. I hope you like it 💞

Warnings; Angst to fluff,

Likes, comments and especially reblogs are always appreciated. I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

💞❤

She smiles as she wakes up in Eddie's arms, he was over for a study date last night and they fell asleep.

Well... There wasn't a lot of studying involved but there were a lot of mindblowing orgasms and sweet cuddles.

She loved Eddie with her whole heart, her parents adored him. The only problem was her twin brother Jason. He hated Eddie.

How he could be her twin she never knew, they barely even looked alike and they certainly didn't act alike.

Though honestly, she didn't care what Jason thought she was so happy with Eddie. He treated her like an absolute queen, he even called her his princess and was so gentle and sweet, protective.

Eddies beautiful Brown eyes flutter open and he looks at her with adoration, her belly flutters. He makes her heart race, butterflies in her belly, tingles. All the good stuff.

"Hey, beautiful". She kisses him tenderly and he cuddles with her. God, she loved sleepy, morning cuddles.

Ugh, did they have to get up? Couldn't they just stay here all comfy and curled up together?

Maybe a long hot shower with Eddie would refresh her, she turns to Eddie then winks.

"Come on handsome, shower time it. A nice soapy, hot shower". His pupils blow wide with desire and he follows her into the bathroom making her giggle as he kisses her along the way.

Little did they know while they were in the shower that Jason had snuck into the bedroom with a devious plan in mind to cause chaos.

💖

Operation break up was a go.

Jason smirks as he zeros in on Eddie, this morning when y/n and the freak were in the shower together he stole a scrap of her notebook paper.

He's written horrible shit about Eddie on it and plans to give it to him. Surely the fucker will realise his sister is way too good for him and they'll break up.

Well, at least he can hope. Either that or it causes a massive rift. He will take what he can get.

Eddie's eyes narrow at him.

"What the fuck do you want Carver?". Smug he shoves the note right in the freak's face. He takes it.

"Just thought you should know what my sis really thinks of you, found it this morning when I was getting the laundry and shit". He shrugs playing it cool.

Eddie is such a freak, I don't know what I was thinking by dating him. Jason was right about everything. All the metal shit he's into is so weird and I can't stand hearing him talking about that freak show Hellfire club.

"I'm telling you freak, she wrote this. It's from her fucking diary".

Eddie stares at the note and Jason watches with glee as his face falls. He takes the note shaking and crumpling it up in his hand stuffs it in his jeans and stalks away going to find y/n.

Operation break up completed.

💞💫

She can't wait to find Eddie, she's missed him so much. Okay, it's only been a few hours since they saw him but she's so in love with him it feels like days.

It's Friday so he will be going to set up for Hellfire any minute now.

Just as she suspected she spots in walking towards the auditorium and she beams and calls his name.

"Eddie!". She runs to him, throwing her arms around him, it confuses her when he tenses and suddenly he's pushing her away and she looks at him shocked.

"Leave me alone y/n".

What's wrong with him?

"Eddie? What's wrong?". His brown eyes flash in anger, tears just visible in his eyes.

"Oh like you don't know?". Seriously she doesn't. What the hell happened from this morning until now?

"No, I don't so explain it to me Eds?". He snorts and pulls a note from his pocket, the paper is so familiar and she realises it's from her diary.

He shoves the note at her and she takes it scanning the words. It's not her handwriting but she knows who it is. Jason's.

Her more pressing concern is reassuring Eddie that this was not written by her but by her asshole brother.

"Eddie I didn't write this". Her heart breaks as tears fall down his cheeks, she longs to soothe him but he backs away from her.

"Yeah, likely story y/n, fuck why did I believe you were different you're just like your brother".

Anxiety fills her stomach. She can't lose him not because of Jason and him not accepting her and Eddie, he needs to get over his stupid prejudices.

"Eddie it isn't my handwriting, you have to believe me". She pleads and he still won't look at her.

"Look, I have Hellfire. I'll see you later". She gently tugs him back.

"Eddie please listen". He wipes at his eyes and meets her gaze, his own full of betrayal and hurt.

"Why should I?". Fuck, she wanted this to be more romantic when she told him. Screw Jason and his bullshit.

"Because I love you, Eddie, so much. I wish I could be telling you this in a special, romantic way but thanks to Jason's shit I can't. I love you, I love everything about you, especially Hellfire and your love for Heavy metal but most of all for your beautiful heart".

His tense body softens and he looks to the note then tears it to pieces and pulls her in his arms for a breathtaking kiss.

He kisses her forehead and swears.

"Fucking Jason, that asshole. You really mean it, princess?". She nods wiping his tears away gently.

"I really do".

"Good because I love you too princess, so much. I should have realised you'd never write any of that shit".

Jason skulks out of basketball practice, spots her and Eddie together and pales. Fuming she approaches him along with Eddie.

"How dare you try and break Eddie up". She screams at him, she's so beyond furious right now.

Jason gapes flustered.

"He's a freak sis, he's a..." She cuts him off and narrows her eyes, he gulps stepping back.

"No. Enough! let me get it through that thick skull of yours, Jason, I love Eddie and he loves me. So back off and leave us alone or I will make you regret it".

He sneers at her and nods, then storms off. Message received.

Eddie kisses her hair.

"Come on princess need my lucky charm to join me at Hellfire".

They walk hand in hand to the auditorium, happier than ever and very much in love.

💞💫

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x carver!reader

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cunninghamchrissie · 1 year

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a less pg expansion of this post.

after lunch, eddie walks chrissy to her locker only for them to find someone’s written “fat slut” on it in huge red letters, impossible to ignore.

he feels her hand go clammy and cold before it falls from his grip, and his anger barely has time to rear its head because when he turns to her, chrissy’s gone white.

shit.

the hallway’s filling up, and chrissy starts gasping like she can’t seem to get enough air into her lungs.

eddie immediately goes into caretaker mode, snaking his arm around her waist to hold her up and guiding out into the parking lot and to his van, her feet barely touching the ground the whole time.

he almost misses the snickering of a couple of jocks that have been staring daggers at them from a corner the whole time, all flocked around carver, who at least has the decency to look worried about chrissy for a second before one of his buddies yells “bye, slut!” and his face breaks into a grin.

“you’re okay,” eddie’s saying into chrissy’s hair, half trying to convince himself of it too, half reminding himself that his priority right now is chrissy, and not kicking those fuckers’ teeth in.

chrissy has one hand clutching her chest as if she wants to tear it open trying to get air in, and eddie barely manages to get her into the back of the van before she completely breaks down, hot tears stinging her eyes and smudging her pretty eyeshadow.

the panic attack lasts for the longest ten minutes of both of their lives, and eddie makes them skip the rest of the day and drives them back to the trailer, even canceling hellfire for the week.

when dustin and mike pass by chrissy’s locker on their way out, they understand why.

there’s a party happening later tonight that eddie was going to sell at, and he leaves chrissy sleeping in his bed once he finally manages to calm her down to make his way there.

this shouldn’t be long.

it takes him all of three strides to walk into the opulent house bursting with rich kids and their watered down beers and get through to the patio, where he grabs jason by the shoulder, spinning him around and connecting his fist with his nose before anyone even registers what’s happening.

jason stumbles to the ground clutching his now bloody face, and when his vision clears and he’s finally able to look up at the commotion, eddie’s already elbowed another jock in the teeth, and is holding a broken bottle to the throat of the asshole who yelled at chrissy earlier.

“why don’t you say that shit to my face now, huh?”

one of the reasons eddie’s a great DM is his ability to modulate his voice effortlessly to convey whatever mood he wants for a specific scene, but his low, menacing tone right now is coming completely unwittingly. it makes the jock’s knees buckle underneath him.

“you bother chrissy again, i will fucking kill you, make no mistake.”

and he punches the jock’s face with his left hand to ensure his bulky rings will do their worst.

eddie’s still keyed up afterwards, so he sneaks back into the school (though he wonders if it’s still sneaking if he has the key for when hellfire runs later than usual thanks to the janitor who wants a discount on his weed) to do something about chrissy’s locker, but he’s too late.

walking down the hallway, he recognizes the hushed voices of dustin and mike bickering, and the sounds of hard-bristled brushes and water splashing in a bucket.

by the time eddie walks up to the locker, it’s already been scrubbed clean.

“the hell are you two doing here?”

dustin’s uncharacteristically quiet for a moment, giving mike a chance to speak up first.

“what they wrote was fucked up. it didn’t feel right just leaving it up there.”

he and eddie look at each other in silent understanding. they both love girls whom the world treats unfairly.

“i asked suzie to make sure those fuckers have a permanent seat in summer school,” dustin pipes in, wiping his water-pruned fingers on his t-shirt.

eddie swallows hard.

“come on. i’ll drive you losers home,” he says through the sudden lump in his throat.

they take care of their own.

#hellcheer #eddissy #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #mine*fic #eddie would feel so bad that chrissy's getting shit for dating him #also i like mike i know that's unpopular recently #but he likes eddie and he's just a kid #i can't hate him

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fandomtherapy44 · 6 months

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castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Sam and Dean. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since there are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 4,674

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

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POV:(Y/n)

Wow, wow, wow my life is well let’s just say people aren’t usually yearning for it like a Disney movie. My feet still hurt from wearing those heels. I mean props to the people who rock them but with our lifestyle I don’t really have the room to wear them. We entered the comic book store to ask anyone if they had experienced anything of the regular ghost list. “Uh... can I help you?” The man asked, looking a little confused.

“Hi. We sure hope so. Agents DeYoung, Shaw, Ross. Just need to ask you a few questions.” I said pointing to the three of us. “Notice anything strange in the building in, last couple of days?” Sam asked, putting away his badge. “Like what?” “Well, some other tenants reported flickering lights.” “Uh, I don't think so. Why?” “What about noises? Any skittering in the walls? Kind of like rats?” “And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?” He asked very skeptical. “Uh, we want to make sure we leave no stone unturned even… rodents.” I said not believing my own sentence.

“What about cold spots? Feel any sudden drops in temperature?” Sam asked again.The man smiled like he knew something. “I knew it! You guys are LARPing, aren't you?” Uh what? “Excuse me?” Dean questioned. “You're fans.” “Fans of what?” “What is "LARPing"?” I asked. “Like you don't know. Live-Action Role-Play! And pretty hardcore, too.” “I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about.” “you're asking questions like the building's haunted. Like those guys from the books. What are they called? Uh... "Supernatural." Two guys, a girl, use fake IDs with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names? Uh... Steve and Dirk,Y/n? Uh, Sal and Dane,Y/n?” “Sam and Dean, Y/n?” I answered.

“That's it!” oh no come on. “You're saying this is a book?” Dean questioned. “Books. It was a series. Didn't sell a lot of copies, though. Kind of had more of an underground cult following.” He walked over to the bargain bin which is fitting with our lives. “Let's see. Um... Ah. Yeah” He pulls out a book with two buffed-up guys and a girl whose shirt was too low for my liking. “That's the first one, I think.” he said, handing it to me. “"Supernatural" by Carver Edlund. "Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths." I read out. “Give me that.” Sam grabbed it from my hands. “We're gonna need all the copies of "Supernatural" you've got.”

For the past two hours, we have been reading supernatural books like we were cramming for tests on our own lifes. I am currently reading about how in book scarecrow Y/n was so conflicted between the two brother sides and how she didn’t know if she could keep this family together. “This guy makes me sound like I don't have a personal life. Could you believe that.” I said to my aforementioned brothers and all I got was silence. “Guys this is the part you agree with me.” “I don’t know Y/n.” “What!? I have a life!” Dean sighed looking down. “When was the last time you went out, with friends or made friends?” “I-” “That aren’t hunterters” “That’s-” “And aren’t us.”

“You know what you guys have no friends either so shut it.” “Either way this stuff is crazy. Everything is in here. I mean everything. From the racist truck to – to me having sex. I'm full-frontal here, guys.” “How come we haven't heard of them before?” Dean and I sat at the table where Sam was researching the books online. “They're pretty obscure. I mean, almost zero circulation. Uh, started in '05. The publisher put out a couple dozen before going bankrupt. And, uh, the last one – "No Rest For The Wicked" –Ends with you going to hell.” Sam said talking to Dean. “I reiterate. Freaking insane.” “Check it out. There’s actually fans. There’s not many of them, but still. Did you read this?” Dean said checking out the fansite.

“Let me see.” He pulled the screen so we could both see. “Although for fans, they sure do complain a lot. Listen to this – Simpatico says "The demon storyline is trite, clichéd, and overall craptastic." Yeah, well, screw you, Simpatico. We lived it.” Yeah and lots of trama to go with it. “Yeah. Well, keep on reading. It gets better.” “There are "Sam girls" and "Dean girls" “Y/n boys” and – what's a "slash fan"?” I read out. “As in... Sam-slash-Y/n-Dean. Together.” Sam told us. Dean and I do a double-take at that. “Like, together together?” “Yeah.” “They do know we're siblings right?.” I almost shouted in surprise.

“Doesn't seem to matter.” “Oh, come on. That... That's just sick. We got to find this Carver Edlund.” I said closing the laptop. “Yeah, that might not be so easy.” “Why not?” Dean questioned. “No tax records, no known address. Looks like "Carver Edlund” is a pen name.” “Somebody’s gotta know who he is.”

“So you published the "Supernatural" books?” Sam asked the woman who clearly loved this trash series. “Yep. Yeah. Gosh. These books... You know, they never really got the attention they deserved. All anybody wants to read anymore is that romance crap. You know – "Doctor Sexy, M.D."? She scoffed. “Please.” “Right. Well, we're hoping that our article can... shine a light on an underappreciated series.” I said. “Yeah, yeah, because, you know, if we got a little bit of good press then m-maybe we could start publishing again.” She said sitting down. Oh god please no.

“No, no, no, no. God, no. I mean, why – why would you want to do that? You know, it's, uh, such a complete series, what with Dean going to hell and all.” Dean nice save. “Oh, my god! That was one of my favorite ones because Dean was so... strong... and sad and brave. And Sam... I mean, the best parts are when they'd cry. You know, like in – In "Heart," when Sam had to kill Madison, the first woman since Jessica he really loved. And in "Home," when Dean had to call John and ask him for help.” She started to explain some of her favorites but for us, it was some of the most traumatizing memories.

“Gosh... if only real men were so open and in touch with their feelings.” I am laughing so much inside right now. “Real men?” Dean asked, offended. “I mean, no offense. How often do you cry like that, hmm?” “Is that supposed to be funny?” I “elbowed Dean for him to realize to shut up. “Lady, this whole thing is funny.” I guess it didn’t work. “How do I know you three are legit, hmm?” She said with suspension eyeing us. “Oh, trust me. We, uh... we're legit.” I said in a deflated response. “Well, I don't want any smart-ass article making fun of my boys and girl.” “No! No, no, no. Never. “ Sam tried he tried. “We – We are actually, um... big fans.” I am trying to salvage it.

“Hmm. You've read the books?” “Cover to cover.” “All of it.” “What's the year and model of the car?” Of course, Dean answered that one. “It’s a 1967 Chevy Impala.” “What's May 2nd?” “That's my – Uh... that's Sam's birthday.” “January 24th is Dean's.” “November 2nd being Y/n’s.” I added in quickly so as to not look like I didn't know what I was talking about. “Sam's score on the LSAT?” Shit I hope she doesn't ask about my last grade in math I got. “One… Seventy-four?” Sam answered, unsure of his own test scores. “Ok here’s the last one. What was the name of Y/n’s first love?” The boys both look at me and I look down. “That’s a trick question … she’s never had one.”

“Okay. Okay. What do you want to know?” “What’s Carver Edlund's real name?” I quickly said moving away from my broken non non-existent love life. “Oh, no. I – No. Sorry, I can’t do that.” “We just want to talk to him. You know, get the "Supernatural" story in his own words.” “He’s very private. It’s like Salinger.” Yeah sure, Salinger. “Please. Like I said – we are, um… ... big... big fans.” Sam had pulled his shirt collar so you could see his tattoo and Dean disgruntled did the same and I pulled my sleeve up to show my wrist. “Awesome. You know what? I got one, too.” She said as she pulled down her skirt to show the one on her ass. “Whoa. You are a fan.” I elbowed Dean again for that. “Okay. His name's Chuck Shurley. And he's a genius, so don't piss him off.”

I rang the doorbell to this Chuck Shurely’s house and who answered I was expecting and not at the same time. “You Chuck Shurley?” Dean asked in his pissed-off voice. “The Chuck Shurley who wrote the "Supernatural" books?” “Maybe. Why?” “I'm Dean. This is Sam. That’s Y/n The Dean and Sam and Y/n you've been writing about.” I gave a little wave. And he closed the door. I rang the door again. “Look, uh... I appreciate your enthusiasm. Really, I do. It's, uh, it's always nice to hear from the fans. But, uh, for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life.” He tries to shut it again but I stop it.

“See it’s funny you say that because we do have lives and You've been using them to write your books.” I said a little aggressively. Dean pushed inside the house. “Now, wait a minute. Now, this isn't funny.” Chuck was fearful. “Damn straight, it's not funny.” I put my hand on Dean’s shoulder to calm him down just a tad. “Look, we just want to know how you're doing it.” “I'm not doing anything.”

“Are you a hunter?” I asked. “What? No. I'm a writer.” “Then how do you know so much about demons? And Tulpas, and changelings?”Dean again advances on Chuck and he falls back on the couch.“ Is this some kind of "Misery" thing? Ah, it is, isn't it? It's a "Misery" thing!” “That’s an amazing story but no we are not fans.” I said sitting next to him. “Well, then, what do you want?!” “I’m Y/n, that’s Sam and Dean.” “Sam and Dean and Y/n are fictional characters. I made them up! They're not real!”

We drag him outside and show him our car and more importantly the trunk.”Are those real guns?” “Yup. This is real rock salt, these are real fake IDs.” “Well, I gotta hand it to you guys. You really are my number one fans.That’s, that’s awesome. So, I-I think I've got some posters in the house.” He starts to try to back away from us. “Chuck, stop.” “Please. Wait. Please, don't hurt me.” “How much do you know? Do you know about the angels? Or Lilith breaking the seals?” Sam asked. “The question is how do you.” “Because I wrote it?” “You kept writing?” I questioned. “Yeah, even after the publisher went bankrupt, but those books never came out. Okay, wait a minute. This is some kind of joke, right? Did that – Did Phil put you up to this?”

“Well, nice to meet you. I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my brother, Sam and my sister Y/n.” “The last names were never in the books. I never told anybody about that. I never even wrote that down.”

We all got back in the house and Chuck was pouring himself a drink. He glugs it down. “Oh! Oh, you're still there.” “Yup.” “You're not a hallucination.” I wish sometimes. “Nope.” “Well, there's only one explanation. Obviously, I'm a god.” “You're not a god.” Sam said to him annoyed. “How else do you explain it? I write things and then they come to life. Yeah, no, I'm definitely a god. A cruel, cruel, capricious god. The things I put you through – The physical beatings alone. And for you Y/n having no time to find love or no one to find-” “Chuck you are not a God.” I am now annoyed.

“Yeah, and we're still in one piece.” “I killed your father. I burned your mother alive. And then you had to go through the whole horrific deal again with Jessica.” Great memories. “Chuck…” About all three of us were now about ready to slap Chuck. “All for what? All for the sake of literary symmetry. I toyed with your lives, your emotions, for... entertainment.” “You didn't toy with us, Chuck, okay? You didn't create us.” “Did you really have to live through the bugs?” “Yes, it was disgusting.” I said shivering remembering that week. “What about the ghost ship?” “Yes, that too.” “I am so sorry. I mean, horror is one thing, but to be forced to live bad writing... if I would have known it was real, I would have done another pass.” “Chuck, you're not a god!” Dean said raising his voice. “We think you're probably just psychic.” I said stepping in.

“No. If I were psychic, you think I'd be writing? Writing is hard.” “It seems that somehow, you're just... focused on our lives.” “Yeah, like laser-focused. Are you working on anything right now?” “Holy crap.” Chuck said going over to his desk pulling out papers. “What?” “The, uh, latest book? It's, uh, it's kind of weird.” “It can not get more weird than finding a whole book series about your life.” I said with sarcasm. “"Weird" how?” “It's very Vonnegut.” “"Slaughterhouse-Five" Vonnegut or "Cat's Cradle" Vonnegut?” Dean answered. “What?” Sam and I asked surprised. “What?” Dean said back defensively. “It's, uh, "Kilgore Trout" Vonnegut. I wrote myself into it. I wrote myself, at my house... confronted by my characters.” OK so added on weird.

Sam is throwing the laundry in while Dean and I sit together to read Chuck’s story. “I’m sitting in a laundromat, reading about myself sitting in a laundromat reading about myself. My head hurts.” “There's got to be something this guy's not telling us.” Sam added in. “"Sam tossed his gigantic darks into the machine. He was starting to have doubts about Chuck, about whether he was telling the whole truth.”” Dean read out and he was right. “Stop it.” “"'Stop it,' Sam said." Guess what you do next.” I read out. “Sam turned his back on Dean, his face brooding and pensive." I mean, I don't know how he's doing it, but this guy is doing it. I can't see your face, but those are definitely your "brooding and pensive" shoulders.” Dean continued. “You just thought I was a dick.” “The guy's good.”

Chuck called us back in a frenzy very worried about something. “So... You wrote another chapter?” Sam asked slowly so Chuck wouldn't explode. “This was all so much easier before you were real.” I agree with that. “We can take it; just spit it out.” “You two especially are not gonna like this.” He said looking at Dean and I. “I didn't like hell.” “It's Lilith. She's coming for Sam.” “Coming to kill him?” I ask. “When?” “Tonight.” “She's just gonna show up? Here?” “Uh... let’s see, uh, "Lilith patted the bed seductively. Unable to deny his desire, Sam succumbed, and they sank into the throes of fiery demonic passion."

“Eww not again." “You're kidding me, right?” Sam laughed. “You think this is funny?” Dean asked angrily. “You don't? I mean, come on. "Fiery demonic passion"?” It does sound ridiculous but then again he did with Ruby so nothing’s out the window. “It's just a first draft.” “Wait, wait, wait, wait. Lilith is a little girl.” “No, uh, this time she's a "comely dental hygienist from Bloomington, Indiana." “ Oh fantastic. “Great. Perfect. So what happens after the... "fiery demonic" whatever?” I ask. “I don't know, it hasn't come to me yet.” “Dean, Y/n, look, there's nothing to worry about. Lilith and me? In bed?” “How does this whole psychic thing of yours work?”

“You mean my process?” “Yes, your "process."” “Well, it usually starts with a headache. A really bad headache. Aspirin is useless, so... I drink. Until I fall asleep. The first time it happened, I thought it was just a crazy dream.” “The first time you dreamt about us?” I asked. “It flowed. It just, it kept flowing. It still does. I-I can't stop it, really.” “You can't seriously believe –” “Humor Us Sam.” I said putting my hand on his shoulder. “Look, why don't we, we just… Take a look at these and see what's what.” Dean said picking up the manuscript. “You –” “...knew you were gonna ask for that. Yeah.”

We are driving and Sam is reading the Manuscript. “Dean, come on. "The minivan accident wasn't that bad, but Dean was still seeing stars. He scratched absently at the pink flower Band-Aids on his face." “ “I would love to see that personally.” I said from the back seat. “So?” “So, I've seen you gushing blood. You'd use duct tape and bar rags before you'd put on a pink flower Band-Aid.” “What's your point?” “My point is this – all of this – is totally implausible, it's nuts.”

“Look, Sam, He's been right about everything so far. You think he's just gonna ground out at first now?” “Huh. "Dean slid behind the wheel of his beloved Impala and drove off, the plastic tarp on the rear window flapping like the wings of a crow." “A tarp?” “Yeah. On the rear window. And you drive it like that.” “Okay so he doesn't get the details right but that doesn't mean he's wrong about the end result.” “So we’re just gonna run?” “Dude, we are a long way from ready for a face-to-face death match with Lilith.” We pull up to a roadblock and there are police next to it. “What seems to be the problem?” “Bridge is out ahead.” “We're just trying to get out of town.”

“Yeah, afraid not.” “Is there a detour?” “Nope.” “There's not a side road that takes us to the highway?” “To get to the highway, you have to cross that river. To cross the river, you have to take that bridge.” “How deep's the river?” I ask. “Sorry. Afraid you three are gonna have to spend the night in town.”

Dean is now looking at the manuscript while we are ordering at a diner. “Hey, this could be a good thing. I mean, if this is what puts us on the path to Lilith, then all we got to do is get off the path.” “Dean’s right this is a guide to not to do the devil’s tango with Lilith.” “How do you mean?” “It's a blueprint of what not to do. I mean, if the pages say that we go left –” “Then we go right.” “Exactly. We get off-book. We never make it to the end. It's opposite day. It said that we, uh, we get into a fight. So, no fighting. No research for you… No saving us Y/n.” “No bacon cheeseburger for you.” I said glaring at Dean. “Yeah, no problem. I'll just order something else. Hi, uh, what's good?”

“Well, if you like burgers, Oprah's girlfriend said we have the best bacon cheeseburgers in the country.” “Ha sometimes God does give me Bones." I said laughing to myself. “I'll just have the cobb salad, please.” Sam ordered. “Chicken strips and fries for me please.” I said. “I'll have the... veggie tofu burger. Thanks.” “This whole thing's ridiculous.” “Lilith is ridiculous?” “The idea of me hooking up with her is.” “Right like you would never do that.” I said sarcastically. “Guys, for the first time, we have warning that Lilith is close.” “So?”

“So... we've got the jump on her. If we know when she's coming, we know where she's – this is an opportunity.” “Are you – It frustrates me when you say such reckless things.” Dean said trying not to get angry. “Well, it frustrates me when you'd rather hide that fight.” They trying very hard not to fight. “Alrighty here y’all’s food.” The waitress put the plates down. “Thank you. It's not hiding. It's being smart. It's picking your battles. This is a battle that we are not ready to fight. Oh, my god. This is delicious. Tofu is amazing!” Dean committed biting into his burger. “I am so sorry. I gave you the bacon cheeseburger by mistake.” It’s all coming together.

Dean and I praked the car after dropping Sam off snd were walking away when we looked back and it looked like teenagers were looking into baby. “Hey!” Dean screamed out and went to cross the street. “Wait dean DEAN!” He had got hitten by an minivan.

“I'm so sorry!” “Lady you hit my brother with your car what do you mean Sorry!?” Her daughter was putting … pink band-aids on Dean and he came back. “Dean! Dean you ok?” He looks up and sees the car. “Oh, no…” He ran over to the car and the back window was busted open. So here we are driving to Chuck’s house with the tarp flapping in the back.

Chuck enters the house carrying a huge bag of beer. They start to talk and Dean keeps on asking how Chuck knows everything and he gets to the point that he’s about to punch when someone shows up who I did not expect. “Dean, let him go!” “ This man is to be protected.” “Cas!” “Why?” “He's a Prophet of the Lord.” What the HELL?

“You... You're Castiel... aren't you?” Chuck said with amazement. “It's an honor to meet you, Chuck. I... admire your work” Cas picked up one of the books and flipped through them. “Whoa, whoa, what? This guy, a prophet? Come on, he's – he's... he's practically a Penthouse Forum writer.” “Did you know about this?” I ask Chuck. “I, uh, I might have dreamt about it.” “And you didn't tell us?!” “It was too preposterous. Not to mention arrogant. I mean, writing yourself into the story is one thing, but as a prophet? That's like M. Night-level douchiness.”

“This is the guy who decides our fate?” I ask Cas quietly. “He isn't deciding anything. He's a mouthpiece – a conduit for the inspired word.” “The word? The word of god? What, like the New New Testament?” “One day, these books – they'll be known as the Winchester gospel.” “You got to be kidding me.” Chuck, Dean, and I say together. “I am not... kidding you.” “If you'd all please excuse me one minute.” Chuck goes upstairs. “Him? Really?” “You should've seen Luke.” “Why'd he get tapped?” “I don't know how prophets are chosen. The order comes from high up on the celestial chain of command.” “How high?” “Very.”

“Well, whatever. How do we get around this?” I ask. “Around what?” “The Sam-Lilith love connection. How do we stop it from happening?” “What the prophet has written can't be unwritten. As he has seen it, so it shall come to pass.”

Dean goes into the hotel room to get Sam while I wait outside. And Cas pops up beside me. “Hello, Y/n.” “Hey Cas I met your uh friend Zachariah he kind of sucks.” “Yes well, Zachariah's methods can be extreme.” “Extreme!? he made my brothers and I forget who we are!” “Im sorry, Y/n” “You don’t have to be sorry you didn’t do it.” We stare at each other for a bit before I rember something. “Oh I got you something.” I said hading him a flip phone he looked confused. “Why would I need a phone I can just fly next to you when I ever I need to.”

“Well, Cas believe it or not it’s not really working out for us I mean you scare the crap out of us every time. Also, it’s so I can call you.” “Call me?” “Yeah well, I hate that I can't exactly fly next to you so that is the next best thing so do me a favor and call me even if you don't have any information about the upcoming apocalypse I want to know you're safe.” He ponders what I said. “Y/n?” “Yeah, Cas.” “Thank you.” “No problem.” He gets closer as to hug me but gets interrupted by Dean stomping out of the hotel room. “Dean, where’s Sam?” I asked. “He said he’s staying.” “HE’S WHAT!?” “That’s what I said he wants to fight Lilith now.” “My gosh, we are stupid sometimes,”

I said thinking back to the supernatural books and how the characters were depicted, sometimes being stupid. “Cas can you help?” He said walking over with hope to the angel. “I'm not sure what I can do.” “Drag Sam out of here, now. Before Lilith shows up.” “It's a prophecy. I can't interfere.” “Look Cas we have done everything you have asked But now I'm asking. I need your help. Please.” I said pleading with him. “What you're asking, it's... not within my power to do.” “Why? 'Cause it's "divine prophecy"?” Dean questioned angrily. “Yes.” “So, what – We're just supposed to sit around and, and wait for it to happen?”

“I'm sorry.” “Screw you. You and your mission. Your God. If you don't help me now, then when the time comes and you need me... don't bother knocking. Come on Y/n.” He turns to walk away and I look at Cas a bit heartbroken and I think he saw that. “Y/n Y/n!” “What?!” “You must understand why I can't intercede. Prophets are very special. They're protected.” “Right yeah.” “If anything threatens a prophet, anything at all, an archangel will appear to destroy that threat. Archangels are fierce. They're absolute. They're heaven's most terrifying weapon.” “And these archangels, they're tied to prophets?” “Yes.” “So if a prophet was in the same room as a demon –” “Then the most fearsome wrath of heaven would rain down on that demon. Just so you understand... why I can't help.” He just gave us the answer without giving the answer. I get a smile on myself. I run up to him to give a quick but crushing hug. “Thanks, Cas” “Good luck."

We had pushed Chuck into the room and it worked the room got invaded by this powerful white light and it dispersed and along with it Lilith. We got to finally leave the town. “ So she offered a deal?” I questioned Sam. “That's what she said.” “To call the whole thing off – angels, seals, Lucifer rising, the whole nine?” Dean added into the question. “You didn't think once about taking it?” “You kidding me? You two spent all day trying to talk me off the Lilith track.” “I'm just saying…” “She would have found some way to weasel out of it. And all it would have cost us was our lives.”

“Yeah, I guess you're right.” “Anyway, that's not the point.” “What's the point?” I asked “The point is, she's scared. I could see it. Lilith is running.” “Running from what?” “Don't know. But she was telling the truth about one thing.” “What's that?” “She's not gonna survive the apocalypse. I'll make sure of that.” Sam left the conversation off at that and it left me wondering what was going to happen to us and It also really made me hope that Cas would call.

Hey, y'all hope you enjoyed the Chapter thank you so much for reading! I'm so sorry that this has taken so long been a busy month. Just to warn this is a slow burn so it will probably be a while before we get to a romantic relationship but I’m really liking the friendship between Cas and Y/n Im building and I hope you are too. Also, the next two chapters are some of my favorite episodes so look out for that. And happy late Halloween.

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