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stevie-petey · 17 days

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episode one: suzie, do you copy?

Steve sighs. “Those kids are manipulating your power over me to get what they want.” “You call it manipulation, I call it bonding.” Another sigh escapes Steve. “You’re going to be the death of me.” “And yet you stay.” You tease. “And yet I stay.”

Summary: you help nancy sneak through jonathans window, the party uses you for your "in" with steve, and you sorta become the reason dustin almost blinds lucas. meanwhile, steve tries, and fails, to make you his girlfriend (this will happen all summer), but have no fear ! dustin intercepts a russian code and makes everything even harder for everyone. what a sweet brother <3

Rating: general, swearing

Warnings: allusions to violence, swearing, fem!reader, use of y/n

Words: 9.6k

Before you swing in: shes here !!! season 3 of come home <333 im so excited for yall to read what i have planned, and thank you so much for being so patient as i planned the season out and started the chapters :) season 3 is pure chaos and i hope yall love what ive created, im proud of the changes i made <3333 we get some more insight into bug this season, which i also hope yall love !

June 27th, 1985.

A summer breeze gently creeps into Jonathan’s room, bringing the scent of dandelions and your childhood with it. It’s early evening and Jonathan hums to himself quietly, laying in his bed as he lazily skims through a comic he stole from you last week. You’re next to him as you carefully cut pieces of construction paper to glue onto the posterboard. Dustin comes home from camp in a few days and you want his welcome home banner to be perfect.

In the other room you hear the floorboards creak, followed by the sound of Joyce and Will laughing at whatever movie they’ve put on in the living room. Hearing their laughs makes you smile; it’s been so long since you’ve heard them laugh.

The tune that Jonathan hums now becomes a familiar one, and absent mindedly you begin to hum along with him. The cool summer night’s air encases the two of you, as if it senses that you want to freeze this moment forever. You’re in the Byers home, pressed against Jonathan’s side as you hum together an old song from when you were both fourteen and thought you had the world all figured out,

It’s nice, having this moment all to yourself with him. Moments alone with him have become few and far between, and it saddens you to think about.

There’s a new mall in town, Starcourt, and within a few months of it opening, Bookstrordinary has slowly been edging out of business. The entire town of Hawkins quickly fell in love with the mall, but with this love came the abandonment of downtown Hawkins.

Mrs. Waters can barely afford to have you work more than a few hours a day, so you’ve been spending your days visiting Nancy and Jonathan at their internship at the Hawkins Post or hanging at Scoops Ahoy to see Steve and Robin. While your friends have been lovely, you can’t swallow down the fear that you’ll lose your job by the end of summer.

As if somehow reading your thoughts, Jonathan puts down his comic and pokes your cheek. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask if you and Nance thought of anything else to try and save Bookstrordinary.”

You glue down a letter and try to distract yourself with the miniscule task. Nancy has been brainstorming a million ideas to try and help Mrs. Water, and while you appreciate her effort, it’s no use. Swallowing down even more dread, you shake your head at Jonathan. “No, nothing. Nancy offered to help organize a book drive to get more customers, but…”

“It wouldn’t be enough.” Jonathan finishes for you.

“Not nearly enough,” you sigh, desperately wanting to change the topic now. “But besides me possibly losing my job soon, how has yours been at the Hawkins Post?”

Now it’s Jonathan’s turn to sigh. “It’s… okay? I guess. I–I mean, definitely not what I expected it to be. The hours suck and the men are awful, but…” he shifts uncomfortably and looks away from you, embarrassed. “A job is a job.”

You rub his arm, understanding what he means. The Byers have always struggled with money, but ever since Will went missing two years ago and Jonathan lost his last job at the Hawk movie theater, it’s only gotten worse. They’ve tried hiding it, but last week you sneakily paid for Will’s ice cream at Scoops Ahoy while no one else was looking.

“I get it, bee.” You reassure him, hating that he even feels embarrassed in the first place.

Jonathan smiles and leans into your touch, appreciative of the fact that you know his family well enough by now to understand all he’s too ashamed to say. The two of you sit quietly for a few moments before he tries to lighten the mood with something else. “You excited for your birthday, bug?”

“Ugh,” you shake your head in disgust, which Jonathan laughs at. He knows you’ve never really liked your birthday. “Don’t remind me.”

“It’s in a few days, so you gotta suck it up.” Jonathan flicks your forehead and you swat your hand at him. “Besides, I bet $5 that Steve has some grand proposal planned for your birthday this year. He’s spent the entire summer drooling over you.”

His words make you blush furiously. “He has not–”

“He definitely has,” Jonathan tries to flick you again but you dodge, giggling. “I’m surprised he hasn’t publicly declared your love for you yet. I think there’s a betting pool going around the party.”

You gasp. “You’re lying!”

“Nope. Lucas and Max both lost last week, they bet mid June. Now it’s only me, Nancy, Will, and Dustin in the running.”

“What about Mike and El?”

“Mike didn’t want to encourage you dating Steve and the party agreed it felt unfair to have El gamble seeing as how she’s, ya know, still getting used to being in society.”

Despite yourself, you laugh. The idea is so bizarre and lovely, knowing how invested everyone is in your alleged love life, and it makes the worry you’ve been feeling fade away. “Can I join the pool? If I actually lose my job, I’ll need the money.”

Jonathan scoffs at you. “That goes against every gambling rule–”

“Please? I could be poor soon!”

“No, it’s not going to happen–”

“But–”

A knock on the window cuts you off. The two of you look up at the sound and find Nancy standing outside, waving and smiling. You hurry over to let her in, happy as always to see her. She’s been spending more and more nights at Jonathan’s, always sneaking in through the window.

It’s disgusting, and you couldn’t be happier for them.

Jonathan helps the girl climb through the window and greets her with a kiss to the forehead. “Hey, Nance.”

She smiles up at him with a shine in her eyes, and you know it’s time to leave. It’s getting late, anyways. You start to gather your banner supplies as you greet Nancy yourself. “Welcome back, Wheeler.”

“Hello to you too, Henderson.”

You wink at the girl and quickly ruffle Jonathan’s hair. “I’m going home, bee. My mom wants me to help prep Dustin’s room and I wanna have his banner done by tomorrow.”

“Bike home safe, please.” He says with a stern finger pointed at you.

Rolling your eyes, you give a mocking salute to Nancy and Jonathan. “Use protection, kids. I’m too young to be an aunt.”

Nancy gasps while Jonathan practically trips over his own two feet at your words, and you laugh. You leave them alone to compose themselves, closing the door to Jonathan shouting, “That wasn’t funny!”

You’re still giggling to yourself when you walk into the living room and see Joyce and Will sprawled on the couch. Their movie has just finished, the credits are rolling as you stand next to the TV and wave goodbye to them.

“You leaving so soon?” Joyce asks, surprised to even see you leave Jonathan’s room in the first place.

“Yeah, gotta finish up Dustin’s welcome home banner,” you hold up your supplies. Then, through the house’s thin walls, you all hear Nancy’s soft giggle. At the sound, you lean in close to Joyce and Will and dramatically whisper, “Plus, between the three of us, company came, so…”

Will’s eyes widen. “Yuck!”

Joyce chuckles, remembering how in love she was at Jonathan’s age back then. “Would I be a bad parent if I told Nancy she could just use the front door?”

“I don’t think so, but it’s fun watching them think they’re getting away with it.” You steal a piece of candy from the bowl Will had been eating out of, and he holds it up higher so that you can grab more. “Thanks, little bee.”

“You think it’s fun teasing Nancy and Jonathan now, Y/N, but when you’re the one sneaking in through a boy’s window one day…” Joyce shrugs, a twinkle in her eye. “You’ll understand.”

Will looks up at you with his own evil glint in his eyes, and before you can stop him, he turns to his mom and says, “I wonder how high Steve Harrington’s window is.”

You pretend to attack Will and he giggles as he flees his seat and runs to the other side of the living room. “Will Byers I will spit in your cookies–”

Joyce covers her mouth and gasps. “Y/N, are you hiding a boyfriend from me?”

Quickly you stop chasing after Will, terrified of the idea of the woman thinking you’d hide anything from her. “What? No! I’m not dating Steve–”

“Yet!” Will exclaims from across the room, but his retaliation is followed by a shriek as you chase after the kid again.

“If you keep this up, I’m telling Steve to stop letting y’all sneak into the movies!” You threaten as you chase the boy around the room.

Joyce watches in amusement, she’s never been able to take her eyes off of you when you’re with her boys. Will dodges a grab and you stumble, giving him just enough time to hide behind his mom’s armchair.

He pokes his head out at your threat, his eyes now uncertain. “You wouldn’t really tell Steve that, right?”

Catching your breath, you collapse onto the couch and shake your head at him. “No, little bee. I wouldn’t.”

You’d never do that to Will. He’s been so keen on spending as much time as possible with the party this summer, spending each and every moment planning DnD campaigns and biking all over Hawkins to spend mere seconds together. Will has spent all summer trying as hard as possible to be a kid again because so much of his childhood was stolen by Upside Down.

Will slowly gets up from behind the armchair and sits next to you, relieved. “Okay, good. We wanna see a movie tomorrow night and I already promised everyone you’d get Steve to let us in. That would’ve sucked.”

You and Joyce laugh at the boy’s response, and it feels so good to have this moment with the two of them. You allow it to wash over you for a second, the Byers home has always had such a comforting effect on you, before getting up and gathering your things once more. “I really should go, though. My mom is waiting.”

Joyce and Will say goodbye and tell you to be safe on your way home, and it warms something within you. As you bike down their driveway home, you inhale the summer night’s air and wonder, days before you turn seventeen, how much longer you have left of just this: being a little kid going home after a long day.

–

When you get home, Tews greets you with an angry meow.

The cat had been a Christmas gift for your mom from you and Dustin, seeing as how you accidentally killed Mews. Your mom had cried seeing the little kitten, and had cried even harder when your brother suggested the stupid name “Tews.”

But it stuck, and now Tews glares at you as you take your time feeding her.

In Dustin’s room you can hear your mom rustling around, frantically cleaning the place as if it currently isn’t the cleanest it’s ever been since the kid has been gone all month. After you feed Tews, you make your way over to your brother’s room to help with cleaning.

A few hours later, you’re laying in bed, exhausted from your long day. Dustin’s banner sits on your desk, right next to the phone that resides in the corner. Yawning, you glance at the clock, but when you see the time, you smile.

The phone rings.

“Right on time, honey.”

“Aren’t I always, angel?” Steve’s voice soothes your aching bones, his words like honey, the very thing you’ve come to associate with him.

Phone calls have become more and more common between you and Steve. You’re not sure when this tradition formed, but when you aren’t at Scoops and he isn’t at your house infiltrating your family, you’re on the phone with one another.

Hearing Steve’s voice puts you at ease, and it wasn’t long before you started calling each other before bed every night.

“How was your day?” You ask him, spinning the phone’s cable around your finger as you lay in bed.

Steve lets out a dramatic groan. “I swear, after you left today, Robin intentionally amped up her taunts. It’s like you’re her buffer or something. The second you leave,” you hear him snap his fingers, “she turns against me!”

“Robin would never do that.” Your voice is monotone as you say this, which only makes Steve groan dramatically once more. Robin would most definitely do that; you both know this.

“You two are the worst together.”

“Yeah, well,” you pull your blankets up to your chin and readjust into a comfier position. Your eyes feel heavy and Steve’s voice settles over your body. “Prepare for more pain tomorrow night. Will and the party have grand plans to sneak into yet another movie.”

Steve sighs. “Those kids are manipulating your power over me to get what they want.”

“You call it manipulation, I call it bonding.”

Another sigh escapes Steve. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“And yet you stay.” You tease.

“And yet I stay.”

You bite back a smile; you can almost perfectly envision Steve laying in his own bed, phone pressed to his ear with his hair messy and eyes half lidded as he talks to you. You wish, more than anything, that you could be there with him right now; instead, you fall asleep to the sound of Steve’s voice, slightly raspy from his own exhaustion.

–

The next day you wake up to an empty house. Your mom has been spending her summer at Hawkin’s pool, like all the moms in town now do, to admire Billy at his new job.

It grosses you out to no end, and when your mom comes home some days swearing that Billy winked at her, you have to swallow down the phantom pain of his fingers wrapping around your windpipe.

By the time you get to work, Downtown Hawkins, as always, is a ghost town.

It’s been this way ever since Starcourt opened, and as you park your bike and lock it up, you can’t help but be unnerved by how quiet everything is. It was only a few years ago that you had to scream at a crowd of onlookers when Jonathan and Joyce had had that fight when they had found Will’s body in the quarry.

Now, walking slowly towards the front doors of Bookstrordinary, all you hear is silence in the once lively area. There are posters scattered throughout the old town, but they’re worn from the sunlight and torn from the weather. It’s a depressing sight.

Mrs. Waters greets you kindly when you walk in. “Hello, dear.”

“Hi, Mrs. Waters.” You give her a quick peck on the cheek as you quickly swipe your card to clock in. The bookstore is empty. “Any new shipments today?”

The old woman shakes her head forelonly. “Afraid not. We still haven’t sold last month’s shipment.”

You duck your head down and curse. This is the second shipment you weren’t able to sell. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Waters.”

“Oh, don’t be!” She walks over to you, her wrist shakes as she uses her cane. She has aged so much these last few years. “I’ve owned this store for thirty years, dear. I’m just happy that I can give you and Alex a job before you kids go off to college. Besides, it’s given me something to do these last few years without my husband…”

The woman’s eyes glaze over, something that has started to happen more and more now, and you grab her arm gently and give her a little shake. “Hey, Mrs. Waters. You still with me?”

She blinks, looks around in a confused daze, before breaking into her old smile once more. “Of course I am! Now, sort some books while I ward off those debt collectors with this cane.”

Despite the gravity of the situation, you can’t help but laugh at Mrs. Waters as she waves her cane around madly and gives you a wink. She hobbles back to her office and leaves you alone with the books and the ghost of Downtown Hawkins.

Only two customers come in during your four hour shift, and by midday Mrs. Waters releases you so that she can give Alex a few hours of work as well. She’s trying her best to keep you both hired for as long as she can, so she splits your hours. What she doesn’t know is that Alex now has a job at Hawkins’ pool and only comes into work because he just can’t bear to quit, and neither can you.

You bike to the mall, sad and needing a pick me up. Jonathan’s teasing from last night echoes in your head. How could you possibly think about your birthday when your boss is slowly losing both her mind and her business?

At the mall, your feet unconsciously take you to Scoops as they always do. This has become your favorite part of your dreary days: going to Scoops after work. The smell of ice cream greets you as you walk into the shop.

Robin sees you first and waves excitedly from the register. “Y/N!”

“It’s me!” You run up to the counter and lean over it to squeeze the girl into a tight hug.

There’s a loud crash from the backroom and just as you’ve pulled away from Robin, Steve bursts through the doors and leaps over the counter to join in on the hug. “Thank God you’re here, Robin was about to make me clean the tables.”

You giggle while Robin scoffs, pulling away. “It’s your turn, dingus.”

Steve, still hugging you from behind, hums. He begins to rock you back and forth in his arms, which only makes you giggle more, while he pretends to think about what the girl has said. “Nope, don’t remember it being my turn.”

Robin gives you a pleading look to back her up, and you reluctantly slide your arms over Steve’s and release his grip. He groans in complaint at the loss of your touch, and you roll your eyes at him as you turn around to now face him. “C’mon, let’s go wipe the tables so dear Robin can man the register in peace.”

Steve groans even louder now as Robin cheers, and you snatch the rag from his pocket and begin to wipe down the tables. He follows eventually, moaning and groaning as he cleans next to you, and you hit your hip against his. “Hey, at least you’re getting paid for this.”

“I give you free ice cream!” He argues, pieces of his hair falling out of his adorably dorky sailor’s hat that he has to wear for this job. It’s incredibly endearing, and as he hunches over to scrub at a particularly dirty table, his thighs strain against his probably too short shorts and you can’t help but stare at them. As you admire this spectacular show, Steve catches you and flicks your nose. “Quit ogling me and get back to your free labor, angel.”

“I wasn’t ogling, I was simply admiring.”

Robin gags from behind the register. “I can hear you guys, you know!”

You and Steve both stick your tongues out at her before going back to work.

The hours pass by quickly after that. The midday rush of tweens and teens alike infiltrate Scoops, so Steve helps Robin fling ice cream while you get comfortable in your designated booth in the corner. You’ve hidden a supply of comics underneath one of the booth’s cushions and you spend your time catching up on the latest Spider-Man arc.

You’re so engrossed in what you’re reading that you don’t notice a body slide into the booth next to you until the person speaks.

“Spider-Man, huh? Heard he’s a pretty cool guy.”

Startled by the stranger’s voice, you almost drop your comic in alarm. When you see that it’s just Jason Carver sitting next to you, you place a hand to your chest and inhale quickly, trying to settle your rapid heartbeat. “Christ, you scared me.”

“Sorry!” He genuinely looks apologetic, so you wearily set down your comic and straighten up.

You’ve never spoken to Jason before, even though you’ve been in the same classes ever since eighth grade. He’s always ran with the popular crowd, being a jock and all, and you’ve always ran with Jonathan. However, despite being on the basketball team, Jason has never been mean to either of you, so you figure it’s safe to offer him your attention.

“Can I ask why you’re here?” You cock your head at him, feeling your hair fall over your shoulders.

Jason smiles at you, in a sort of cute and charming way. “Stopped by to get my little sister some ice cream,” he points to a little girl next to him, who waves at you, and you wave back. “Then I saw you sitting here all alone reading one of my favorite comics, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to say hi to such a pretty girl.”

You blush at his bold words. You’ve never received such attention from anyone before, at least not anyone normal thanks to Billy, and you’re not really sure why Jason seems to be paying attention to you now. He’s had years to do this.

Jason sees your sudden shyness and chuckles. He stands up and offers you his hand. “Why don’t I buy you some ice cream, maybe you could help me show my sister around the mall–” Steve’s shoulder collides roughly into the teen’s, causing him to stumble into his sister’s ice cream cone and get chocolate ice cream all over the front of his pants. Jason looks up at Steve and balls his fists in anger. “What the fuck, Harrington?”

You quickly cover the little girl’s ears, though she giggles.

Steve shrugs as he looks at Jason. “Sorry, man. Didn’t see you there.” Then, he turns to you, and offers his own hand. “Anyways, I think it’s time for your daily free ice cream, angel.”

Jason’s eyes narrow as you accept Steve’s hand and spare him an apologetic glance. Before you leave, you dig some cash out of your overalls and hand them to him. “For your sister’s new ice cream cone.”

He sighs and accepts the money. Jason knows that Steve is still holding your hand as he stands behind you, but he has nothing else to lose at this point. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “I didn’t stand a chance, did I?”

Steve twirls you with your interlocked hands, causing you to giggle, and guides you to the ice cream counter. As he leaves, shouts behind him, “Not at all, buddy!”

You know you should feel bad, but Steve twirls you again and all you can do is giggle breathlessly as Jason Carver walks out of Scoops with his sister in tow.

–

Later that night the mall is busier than ever, and as you’re gossiping with Robin about Steve ruining Jason’s pants, you’re interrupted by Mike’s grubby little hand repeatedly hitting the bell.

Seems it’s time for their movie.

You flick the kid’s head, which Lucas, Max, and Will snicker at. “Enough!”

“Ow, Y/N!”

“Thanks,” Robin sends you an appreciative smile before she calls towards the backroom, “Dingus, your children are here!”

Within seconds, Steve opens the sliding windows and sighs when he sees Mike and the party. “Again? Seriously?”

“I warned you.” You say, shrugging at his annoyance. “Let the kids have some fun.”

Mike rings the bell again. “Do what Y/N says.”

Steve sighs in defeat and motions for the kids to follow him behind the counter. “Fine, but only because I’m nice, not because Y/N said so.”

“Right.” Everyone says, not at all believing him, which Steve chooses to ignore.

You all follow him through the back entrance of the mall. Checking to make sure the coast is clear, Steve waves the kids inside. “I swear, if anybody hears about this–”

“We’re dead.” The kids all respond, voices monotone with annoyance after hearing this threat a million times.

However, before they all leave, Will gently tugs at your hand to get your attention. “Are you coming with?”

You want to say yes, but then you catch Steve’s eyes and he silently pleads with you to stay, and you know you can’t tell him no. Squeezing Will’s hand, you shake your head. “Sorry, little bee. I promise I will next time, though.”

Mike scoffs in disgust, disappointed in you. Your relationship with Steve has always confused him, and you’ve only gotten closer to the teen since Dustin left for camp. He pities what the boy will think when he comes back to his sister all lovey-dovey with an idiot like Steve Harrington.

Once the kids leave, you go back into Scoops with Steve and settle into your booth once more. Grabbing your comic, you flip to where you left off before looking up at the teen and saying, “you have me for another hour. I can’t be out late tonight, Dustin comes home tomorrow and I promised Mike I’d be up at like seven to let everyone in.”

Steve salutes you and hops back behind his counter to help Robin with some customers. You smile at his antics and go back to reading. A few minutes pass, Spider-Man has just kissed MJ, before the lights above you start to flicker and then go out completely.

Everyone in the mall gasps and murmurs in a slight panic as they’re thrown into darkness. The hair on your arms stands up; you no longer trust lights that flicker. Robin catches your eye and gives you an odd look when she sees the fear on your face.

“Scared of the dark, Y/N?” She teases, not understanding what you really fear: what lies below Hawkins.

“That’s weird,” Steve mumbles to himself as he goes over to the light switch. He starts to flip the switch repeatedly, and you roll your eyes at him. He’s an idiot sometimes.

“That isn’t gonna work, dingus.” Robin says, looking over at you once more as if to silently ask, why are you attracted to him?

You shake your head at her as Steve continues to flip the switch, now only quickening his movements. He stares Robin down as if to challenge her. “Oh, really?”

Nothing happens, because contrary to what Steve may believe, he can’t fix what is likely (and what you hope) is simply a blackout from the summer heat. He flicks the lightswitch a few more times before the generators kick back on and Scoops Ahoy is once again lit up.

Steve raises his eyebrows at Robin and smirks at her, pleased. “See? Let there be light.”

You drop your head to the table, now also questioning why you’re attracted to the guy.

However, when it’s time to head home and Steve walks with you to your bike outside, he kisses your cheek and wishes you a good night; you know that this is the reason you’ve fallen for him: his kindness. With his kiss lingering on your cheek, you bike home.

–

When Steve gets back from saying goodbye to you, he’s met with a nosey Robin.

She stands against the counter with her arms crossed. There aren’t any more customers in the shop, they closed about ten minutes ago, and Steve was really looking forward to driving home and taking off his stupid uniform.

Robin, however, clearly has other plans.

“What did I do now?” He asks her, not daring to take any step closer.

“Why haven’t you asked Y/N out yet?” Steve’s eyes widen at the question and Robin knows she’s got him cornered. “I’ve spent hours with you guys, and it’s driving me insane that you haven’t manned up!”

“‘Manned up’?” Steve sputters out, completely offended.

Robin throws her arms out in front of her. “Yes! I mean, it’s so obvious that you’re in love with her and that she’s in love with you. Just… Just get it over with!”

Blushing, Steve slumps against the wall and closes his eyes. As much as it pains him to admit it, he knows that Robin is right. “It’s… complicated.”

“Well, go on.” The girl now hops on the counter and sits on it. “Explain it to me, then.”

“Y/N used to be in love with…” Steve stops, unsure if you’d want him to be telling Robin this. “Someone.”

She rolls her eyes. “Everyone knows she was in love with that Byers kid.”

“Right.” He clears his throat, uncomfortable with the reminder that at one point, everyone in Hawkins truly believed you were destined for Jonathan. “Well as I’m sure you know… He got with Nancy, who–uh, I had been with.”

“Okay, so what?”

“I–” Steve isn’t sure what Robin doesn’t understand. “I needed… time?”

Robin frowns. “After Nancy dumped you?”

“Technically I dumped her–”

“What does this have to do with Y/N?” Robin presses.

Steve groans and rubs at his eyes. He’s tired and wants to go home to call you and go to bed with your soft voice in his head. “Y/N understood that the breakup with Nancy hurt, and–well. She told me she’d wait for me. I guess. While I figured my shit out.”

Robin thinks this over for a minute. “Okay, I think I can understand that, but–wait, when did this all happen again?”

“... December.” He closes his eyes, bracing himself for the girl’s inevitable anger.

“Harrington!”

There it is.

“I know, okay?” Steve tugs at his hair in frustration. “I’m over Nancy, I’ve been over her since at least April, but… But what–what if Y/N has lost interest in me now? What if–maybe I made her wait too long, or–or what if she thinks she’s just Nancy’s replacement?”

Steve is rambling now, months of his anxious and insecure thoughts now spilling out. “I mean, it’d kill me if–if I ever made her feel second to anyone! She’s… She’s incredible and–God, I don’t even know why she likes me and I’ve spent this entire summer trying to–I don’t know… Figure out how to confess my feelings to her in a way that matters, ya know? Like, a grand proposal to show her that I’m crazy about her.”

Robin is silent for several minutes after Steve’s frantic spiel, he’s panting by the time he’s done. Then, finally, she says, “Dude… You’re way overthinking this.”

Steve winces. “I mean, her birthday is in a few days. I can… I can ask her to be my girlfriend then. That’s romantic, right?”

“You’re hopeless.”

–

“Dusty comes home today!” Your mom’s shrill voice wakes you up as she prances around the house getting ready. You roll over in bed and stretch, tired but excited to see your brother again after a month of being apart.

You get out of bed and press a kiss to your mother’s cheek before telling her to drive safe. Glancing at the clock, you see that you have just enough time to shower before the party arrives. The entire thing had been Mike’s plan and you were more than happy to help arrange everything.

After you’ve gotten ready, you hear three swift knocks on your front door and you answer it. “Right on time, Wheeler.”

Mike salutes you as he and the others walk in. El gives you a hug and Max high fives you as the boys start setting up the robots. The six of you get started on the plan: place all the robots in Dustin’s room, all hidden in various corners, and then use El’s powers to control them and guide him to the living room so that you all can surprise him.

It’s a brilliant plan, one only a Wheeler could think of.

It takes you, Lucas, Mike, and Will to successfully hang up Dustin’s banner that took you all week to make. There’s cursing, yelling, a few trips, and multiple snickers from El and Max while the four of you struggle to hang the thing, but eventually you manage to secure the banner into place in the living room.

Just as you’ve finished hanging it up, you hear your mom’s car pull into the driveway and you quickly shove the kids into a closet. “Quick! That’s my mom’s car, hide!”

Lucas yelps and Max punches his shoulder to shut him up, but thankfully you manage to close the closet door just in time before Dustin walks in. You hide behind the couch, quiet so as not to be seen by him, and carefully listen for his footsteps to retreat down the hall and into his room.

Once he’s gone, you scramble towards the closet and open the door. “Okay, he’s in his room, time for step two.”

“Did we all really have to hide in the closet?” Will asks, rubbing at his shoulder that had been shoved into a hanger.

“Yes, now shush and hide behind the wall so he doesn’t see you.” You order, and the kids all listen. Once you’re all pressed against the wall, you nod at El. “Ready?”

“Ready.” She responds, closing her eyes. Static fills the air and you hear one of the robots turn on in Dustin’s room. Then the other one turns on, then the monkey, and soon all the toys have been activated by El’s powers.

Mike pokes his head around the corner. “Okay, now start leading the robots here.”

Blood slowly begins to drip from El’s nose and you feel bad that she’s doing this, but the kids all look excited, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little giddy yourself. The noise from the robots grows louder as El draws them out from the room and towards you guys.

You hear Dustin’s uncertain voice following behind them. “It’s just a dream… You’re dreaming.”

Then Mike whispers to El, “Now!”

The robots all die in the center of your living room and slowly everyone starts to creep out from behind the wall. Lucas is holding his own poster he made and you hand everyone party noisemakers. Dustin is investigating the robots and doesn’t hear you stalk up behind him. Max silently counts to three, and on her signal, you all blow your party noisemakers and surprise him.

Dustin screams and immediately holds up his Farrah Fawcett spray, blinding Lucas as he continuously sprays it. The poor boy screams as well and the rest of the kids back away, out of the line of fire. However, as soon as your momentary shock wears off, you manage to snatch the hairspray out of your brother’s hand and save Lucas.

“Why is Farrah Fawcett your weapon of choice?” You exclaim, shoving a still screaming Lucas towards your kitchen so that you flush the spray out of his eyes. Max joins, rubbing soothing circles into the boy’s back.

“Why would you scare me like that after the hell we went through this year?” Dustin shouts back at you, clutching at his chest.

Dustin’s words make you stop for a moment and think. Huh. He has a point. “Yeah, we should’ve thought about that, honestly.”

“A little help here?” Lucas brings the attention back to him and you apologize, helping him once more to flush his eyes out. As you and Max tend to him, Dustin tells the others to follow him to his room so he can show them what he built at camp.

Max splashes some more water in Lucas’ eyes. “Better?”

The boy stands up and wipes his face, though he’s careful not to touch his eyes. “Still stings.”

“I feel like I should call someone…” You mumble, Your first aid knowledge doesn’t include Farrah Fawcett in the eyes.

Lucas blinks a few times and looks around. He leans in closer to Max’s face and for a moment you’re scared he’ll kiss her, but instead he chooses to be an idiot. “Is that a new zit?”

You wince and Max’s eyes widen in disbelief. She looks at you and you both seem to come to the same agreement: grabbing the back of Lucas’ neck, the two of you shove his face back into the water. “What is wrong with you?”

Lucas screams again and you leave Max to deal with him, laughing to yourself as you go see whatever creation your brother has brought home. You love Lucas, you do, but you have no idea how Max puts up with his boyish antics.

Inside Dustin’s room, you find him and the others hunched over a collection of wires and metal pieces. You walk in and join them.

“I would like you to meet Cerebro.” Dustin presents his creation, but you honestly have no idea what it’s supposed to be.

You squint at it. “It’s… Pretty?”

“What exactly are we looking at here?” Mike asks, unimpressed.

“An unassembled, one-of-a-kind, battery powered radio tower!” Dustin explains with a proud smile on his face.

A beat of silence passes before Will carefully asks, “So… It’s a ham radio?”

Dustin’s excitement only grows. “The Cadillac of radios.”

“Still not understanding, buddy.” You now voice, usually always lost when it comes to the more AV stuff the party likes.

“This baby carries a crystal-clear connection over vast differences.” Your brother clarifies for you, and you nod along. “I’m talking North Pole to South. I can talk to my girlfriend whenever and wherever I choose.”

You, Mike, El, and Will all look at each other in shock at the word that has just left Dustin’s mouth. “Girlfriend?”

Your brother nods, looking all smug, and you immediately berate him with a million questions. “What’s her name, where is she from, how long have you been dating. Tell me everything, now!”

“Relax, dear sister. Her name is Suzie, and I’ll explain in a second. We can even talk to her if you guys help me set Cerebro up on Weathertop hill.”

You’re the first to start grabbing all the supplies, giddy and eager to hear more about your baby brother’s girlfriend. It’s almost too good to be true. Mike, Will, and El follow along and soon you’re all holding materials for Cerebro as you follow Dustin out of the house.

As you all leave, Mike starts asking questions again. “Wait, so her name is Suzie?”

Dustin nods. “Suzie, with a ‘z’. She’s from Utah.”

“People from Utah actually exist?” You ask, which the others laugh at.

“Girls go to science camp?” Will asks.

You give him a stern look. “Anyone can go to science camp, Will.”

“What Y/N said,” Dustin continues explaining his girlfriend. “And Suzie does, she’s a genius.”

“Is she cute?” Mike can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“Think Phoebe Cates, only better.”

You re-adjust one of the poles for Cerebro in your arms. “Can we focus on her being smart instead? I think she sounds lovely.”

From the kitchen, Max sees the four of you open the front door as she helps Lucas with his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“We’re going to talk to Dustin’s girlfriend.” Will informs them.

Lucas whips his head up from the sink as he and Max exclaim, “Girlfriend?”

“I know, right?” You say, motioning them to follow.

–

“Alrighty, one scoop of chocolate. That’s a buck twenty-five.” Steve hands the ice cream cone to the girl he’s currently serving. She’s pretty enough, and when he notices her Purdue shirt, he can’t help but say something about it. “Ooh, Purdue! Fancy.”

The girl smiles and hands Steve her change. “Yeah, I’m excited.”

“Yeah, you know… I–I considered it. Purdue.” He types the code into the register and places the change inside. “But then I was like, you know what? I really think I need some real life experience, you know, before I hit college. See what it’s like.”

The girl and the friend she’s with exchange weird glances, and Steve knows he’s rambling like an idiot. “Uh, what I mean is… You’re girls, right? How would the two of you like to be asked out by a guy?”

“I’m sorry?” Purdue girl asks, looking at her friend, creeped out.

The cash register begins to beep at him and Steve hits it a few times to shut it up. “Sorry, uh… Anyways, say you’ve seen this guy every day for like, months, and feelings are shared, you know, as they are. Then time passes and the guy never makes the move because he’s, well, he’s an idiot–”

“Yeah, totally.” Purdue girl interrupts him and her friend giggles.

“Exactly, so… This was, like, so fun. This little chat. Anyways, what do you think? How would you want the guy to ask you out?” Steve puts on his most charming smile, hoping that the girls will say that maybe he isn’t crazy for waiting so long to ask you out. As he hands them their change, he drops part of it. “Oh, sorry about that. Uh…”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t wanna be asked out.” Purdue girl says as her friend snorts.

“Sure, but I mean, it’s complicated, you know? And–”

Purdue girl interrupts him once more. “No, I’m sorry, but it sounds like you missed your chance and you’re like, really weird.”

“But the guy isn’t me!” Steve shouts as the two girls leave, only embarrassing himself even more. He sighs, closes his eyes, and wonders how he got here.

“And another one bites the dust.” Robin announces from behind him. He turns around and watches as she marks another tally underneath the you suck column of her whiteboard. Next to it is the column you rule, which currently has zero marks. “You are oh-for-six, Popeye.”

Steve crosses his arms. “Yeah, I can count.”

“You know that means you suck and that Y/N isn’t the problem here, you are, right?”

“Yup, I can read, too.” Steve swallows down his annoyance, he knows he’s only done this to himself.

“Since when?”

“It’s this stupid hat,” Steve complains, as if this is the only appropriate answer. “I’m telling you, it’s making everyone think I’m some pathetic guy who can’t ask a girl out.”

Robin leans against the window. “Yeah, company policy is the reason that you’re an idiot for not asking out Y/N.” She thinks for a moment and tries to offer the teen some advice. “Ya know, it’s a crazy idea, but have you considered telling the truth?”

“What? That I’m hopelessly in love with her? Sure, I’m such a catch who couldn’t even get into Tech and whose douchebag dad is trying to teach a lesson, now making three bucks an hour with no future.” Steve laughs at himself. “A catch who, by the way, could’ve been hers back in December had he not been a complete moron? What a great truth.”

Robin frowns, now feeling bad for making him feel this way. While she doesn’t understand everything, she gets that Steve has had a difficult few months. Taking pity on him, she points out some girls approaching and tries to lighten his mood. “Hey, twelve o’clock! Maybe they’ll see your side of things.”

Steve turns around and sees the girls as well. “Shit, okay. Okay, I can do this! I’m going in.” He quickly snatches the sailor hat from his head and tosses it to Robin. “Screw company policy, I’m getting advice about Y/N one way or another.”

For a second, Robin has hope for him, but then he opens his Scoops Ahoy greeting way too loud and then immediately starts to ramble about you, and she sighs in defeat and marks another tally underneath the you suck column.

–

Hiking up a giant, grassy hill in ninety degree heat while hauling heavy equipment for a giant radio that your brother built to talk to his alleged long distance girlfriend definitely wasn’t what you had in mind today. In fact, you mourn the fact that you aren’t working today.

You’re only here to hear about Dustin’s girlfriend, honestly.

“Aren’t we high enough?” Lucas pants, voicing what everyone else is thinking.

Dustin shakes his head. “Cerebro works best at a hundred meters.”

“You know, I’m pretty sure people in Utah have telephones.” Max quips.

You wipe sweat from your brow and cringe, you feel disgusting. “Max, you’ve always been so wise.”

“Suzie’s Mormon.” Says Dustin, and you almost trip over a rock.

“You’re dating a Mormon?”

Lucas talks over you. “Oh, shit. She doesn’t have electricity?”

“Oh, that’s the Amish.” Max corrects him, and you get flashbacks to when you had to correct Steve about Nazis and Germans.

Will frowns at you. “What are Mormons?”

“Scary people–”

Dustin interrupts you. “Super religious white people. They have electricity and cars and stuff, but… Since I’m not Mormon, her parents would never approve.”

“Please don’t become Mormon,” you beg, dripping even more sweat. “I need someone sane in our family.”

“I won’t,” Dustin reassures you, though he has a far off look in his eyes. “But it’s all a bit Shakespearean, don’t you think?”

“Shakespearean?” Max laughs and you also can’t help but giggle.

Dustin doesn’t let your teasing deter him from reminiscing, though. “Yeah, like Romeo and Juliet.”

“They both die, Dustin.” It’s important to you that he knows this.

“But they were also star crossed lovers.”

“Who killed themselves.”

Below, Mike shouts to the rest of you, “Hey, guys!”

You all turn and you frown when you see just how far he and El are, both of them empty handed and dry as a daisy in the summer heat. When Mike sees that he has all of your attention, he taps at his watch. “This is fun and all, but, uh…”

“I have to go home.” El announces, her arm intertwined through Mike’s.

Dustin points towards the top of the hill no less than a few yards away. “We’re almost there.”

“Sorry, man. Curfew.” Mike shrugs, he isn’t really sorry and you all know it. He then grabs El’s hand and they descend down the hill, giggling and enamored with one another.

With a gleeful laugh, El says goodbye. “Good luck!”

Dustin looks down at his watch. “Curfew at four?”

You’re startled by the time, having assumed it was at least closer to six. Hopper may be an overprotective grump of a man, but not even he is crazy enough to enact a curfew for El at four in the afternoon. “That… Doesn’t sound real.”

“They’re lying.” Lucas explains, frustrated.

“It’s been like this all summer.” Will says bitterly, something that you take note of.

Max nudges you with her shoulder. “I think it’s romantic.”

“It’s gross!” Will voices again.

You bite your lip. “I don’t know, it’s your guys’ last summer before high school and…”

“It’s bullshit.” Dustin finishes for you, hurt in his voice. “I just got home.”

You flick him. “Language! But… I agree.”

Dustin watches with annoyance as Mike and El walk down the hill hand in hand. While he’s incredibly hurt that they’ve ditched him after being gone for a month, he remembers what Steve has taught him. People can suck, but there’s nothing he can do about it. “Well, their loss, right? Onwards and upwards, Suzie awaits!”

Max and Lucas groan at the idea of continuing the hike while you admire your brother’s perseverance. You’re proud of him for not letting Mike and El ruin his plans with the others. He’s excited to be home, and you’re more than happy to go along with whatever schemes he has planned.

You’re about to follow the others up the hill when you realize that Will hasn’t joined. You turn around and see that he has his hand around the back of his neck as he stands there, frozen. Then, he turns and faces Hawkins, stumbling back a bit as he does so, and you watch with a frown on your face.

“Hey, little bee, are you okay?” You gently place a hand on his shoulder, which seems to break him of whatever spell he’d been under.

“I’m fine,” he lies, and you don’t at all believe him. Will looks uneasy, as if he’s just seen a ghost. A part of you begins to worry, but you don’t push him. For all you know, it could be about Mike and his growing distance from the others.

“Well, c’mon, then.” You grab Will’s hand and together you ascend the rest of the hill.

At the top, Dustin drops his bag and sighs. “Made it!”

“Yeah, only took five hours,” Max pants out, stumbling the final few steps up the hill.

You collapse onto the ground and fight to catch your breath. “I run almost every morning. I think I lost a lung back there.”

“Why couldn’t we just play DnD?” Will collapses next to you.

Lucas grabs the flask of water, and as you struggle to get air into your lungs, you watch as he chugs the remaining water without a care in the world. Max watches as well, annoyed, and once again you pity Lucas. He’s such a boy.

Building the radio takes longer than expected. After your short five minute break, Dusin puts you all to work. There’s a million pieces to the thing and your fingers ache from screwing bolts into slots and extending poles. The sun has begun to set when you finally push the giant radio into an upright position. It’s easily fifteen feet high, and it’s an impressive sight that you can’t deny.

“Not bad, Dustin.” You admit, walking around Cerebro in awe.

“Ready to meet my love?” He asks everyone, and you all sit down next to him and eagerly await. Dustin switches the radio on. “Suzie, this is Dustin. Do you copy? Over.”

No one answers. All you hear is radio feedback.

Dustin scratches his nose nervously. “One sec. She’s probably… She’s still there.” Again, no one answers, and he ducks his head down in embarrassment. “Suzie… This is Dustin, do you copy? Over.”

More radio static follows in the absence of Suzie’s response.

You wince, despite trying to appear supportive. You can’t help it, this is embarrassing for your brother. While you don’t doubt that he has a girlfriend, you admit that this doesn’t look good for him. A long distance girlfriend who is hot and smart and magically needs a radio to communicate with? Unlikely.

“I’m sure she’s there,” Dustin tries to explain to you guys, now even more embarrassed. “It’s dinner time, and she’s busy…”

“Yeah, sure.” Lucas tries to be supportive and play along, which you appreciate him immensely for. Max nods as well, but Will just stands there silent.

“Maybe try again?” You encourage, trying to be nice.

Dustin nods and tries once more to contact Suzie, and it goes on like this for a while. He radios, no one answers, and eventually you and everyone else lay down in the grass as you wait for nothing.

Almost an hour passes and the crickets begin to chirp as the sun goes down and the moon comes up. Dustin is still trying to reach Suzie, but Max finally has enough. “Dustin, come on! She’s not there.”

“She’s there, alright? She’ll pick up.”

“Dustin…” You sigh, unsure how to tell him that you also want to leave. You had plans with Steve tonight, he invited you over to watch a movie and you should’ve left ten minutes ago.

Will lifts his head up from the grass. “Maybe Cerebro doesn’t work.”

“Or maybe Suzie doesn’t exist.” Lucas argues.

Dustin gasps. “She exists!”

“She’s a genius and she’s hotter than Phoebe Cates? No girl is that perfect.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose at Lucas’ words and wait for Max’s inevitable offense. He truly, deeply, is such a boy. As predicted, Max sits up and looks down at him with annoyance. “Is that so?”

Lucas shuffles up in panic, now realizing too late what he’s said. “I mean–you’re perfect! I mean, like, perfect–in your own way, in your own, uh, special way!”

“Lucas,” you hit his shoulder. “Stop talking, dude.”

Max laughs, pleased with herself. “Relax, I was teasing. I’m obviously perfect and Dustin is obviously lying.”

“Okay, no,” you now sit up. “He isn’t lying, it’s just a very unfortunate circumstance.”

Max doesn’t listen and instead offers Lucas her hand to help him up so that they can leave. “Come on, Don Juan.”

“Where are you going?” Dustin follows, not understanding yet what’s happening.

“Home,” Max huffs, before remembering that you’re there, too. “Bye, Y/N!”

“Bye,” you wave at them weakly, knowing that this will only upset your brother further as she and Lucas slowly head home.

Dustin stands next to you now. “Well, guess it’s just us and Byers, Y/N,”

Will now stands up and awkwardly avoids your brother’s gaze. “Um… It’s late. Sorry. Maybe tomorrow we can play DnD, or something fun, like we used to?”

Dustin clenches his jaw. You know he’s close to tears, and it breaks your heart to watch. You stand up and rest your arm around him as he responds to Will. “Yeah, sure.”

“Welcome home,” Will says sadly before he starts to walk down the hill as well.

You anxiously watch as he leaves. “Be careful, please!”

“I will!” He reassures you, knowing that you’re still terrified of losing him again.

As you watch Will, Dustin whispers to himself, “Yeah, welcome home.”

His words break your heart even more. Forgetting about your anxiety over Will, you wrap both arms around your brother and hug him. He had been so excited earlier to be home and see all his friends after a month of being away. You understand that the kids are all growing up, but you had always hoped that they’d grow together, not apart.

“You still have all of July and August,” you try to comfort Dustin, desperately hoping that you aren’t lying to both him and yourself. “I’m sure they’ll come around.”

Suddenly the radio attached to Cerebro switches on and Dustin pushes you off of him so that he can get to the radio in time. He stumbles over his feet and trips, and you watch with amusement and curiosity.

He manages to finally untangle himself from the radio and answers. “Suzie, Suzie, is that you?”

You sit down next to Dustin and lean in close to the radio, excited to finally meet your brother’s girlfriend. Instead, you hear what sounds like a foreign language. It’s distinct, slightly muffled, but you know what it is. “Is that…”

“Russian.” Dustin whispers.

Everything changes, then.

–

You force Dustin to go home immediately. He wants to stay, see if he can find any more hidden messages, but you refuse. He’s elated, talking a mile a minute as you bike home, theorizing every possible answer as to why you heard Russian in Hawkins, Indiana.

“Dustin!” You yell at him, terrified that someone could be listening. “Not here, okay?”

He deflates, but pedals home alongside you.

You’re terrified as you bike home, a million thoughts are running through your head. You don’t at all like what any of this could mean; you’ve had enough sketchy government facilities and secret government agencies to last you a fucking lifetime.

When you get home, you order Dustin to go to bed.

“But Y/N, we’ve got to tell someone about this–”

“Tomorrow, okay? Just, please, Dustin.” You’re exhausted and confused and overwhelmed.

Your brother senses that you’re at your limit and reluctantly backs down. “Fine, but can we at least tell Steve tomorrow?”

Hearing Steve’s name puts something at ease within you. Tomorrow, you’ll go to Scoops with Dustin and ask Steve what he thinks about all of this. Comforted by the fact that you now have a plan forming, you begin to calm down. “I promise we’ll tell him tomorrow, okay?”

Dustin nods and heads to his room, wishing you a good night. When you hear his door click shut, you slowly head to your own room. You’re terrified, and there’s only one thing you want to do to lessen the fear that scratches at your throat. After crawling into bed, you call Steve.

He answers immediately. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you breathe out, his voice like an exhale of a summer’s day. “I… I’m sorry I missed our movie night.”

Steve laughs softly. “Angel, I’m just happy you’re okay. I was getting worried there.”

You close your eyes. “It’s been a weird day.”

“Did something happen?” Steve senses that there’s something you aren’t telling him, which worries him.

“Dustin… He may have found something, but I just–I don’t want to talk about it just yet. I… I don’t want to jinx it,” you squeeze your eyes tight and will away the fear you feel. “I–I’m just, I’m so exhausted, you know?”

“Y/N, are you in danger–”

“No,” you dispel any fear that Steve may feel. “I promise I’m okay, I just really need to hear your voice right now, okay? Can you just talk to me, please?”

“Of course I can.” Steve agrees without any questions asked, and you love how he trusts you enough to do this.

Exhaling the remaining fear, you allow the warmth from Steve to hold you through the night. “Thank you, honey.”

“Anytime, angel. You know that.”

And you do.

Steve begins telling you a story from today, how he dropped an ice cream cone on a toddler and enraged the mom, and you fall asleep that night to the sound of his voice over the phone.

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eddie munson dating a mean fem!cheerleader who’s only nice to him <3

“sorry I didn’t hear you bitch, what?!”

the loud bang and voice causes the conversations amongst the cafeteria starts to quiet down. all heads turning to the source where the voice coming from. including eddie, who has his eyes bug out like a kid getting caught sneaking his hand into the cookie jar. immediately knowing who that voice belongs to.

it’s you.

you have your hand on a somegirl’s head, pressing it against an empty table. it draws so many peoples attention with their terrified expressions written on their faces. some of them are even whispering to each other wether or not to help the poor girl out and take you away, but they know better than to upset you.

“dude… you should go there” dustin leans over to eddie with a soft whisper, as if he’s afraid that you’ll hear him. “she’s gonna kill her.”

“eh” he munches on his fries, a proud smirk plasters across his face, eyes never leaving you. “let her. she’s fucking hot when she gets feisty.”

dustin gapes at him, “what kind of boyfriend would let their girlfriend kill another girl?!”

“me” he simply answers, feeling himself growing more turned on when he watches you furrow your brows in anger and teeth gritting, while putting your mouth close to the girl’s ear, threatening her more.

oh he’s definitely fucking you from behind later,

“I-im sorry” the blonde girl chokes out, her eyes are shut in fear and body won’t stop shaking due to your rough grip around her shitty ponytail. “i promise … p-please-“

“yeah, you promise right? because if i saw you do what you did again, i will fucking come for you, you stupid fuck” you harshly say against her ear, throwing her shaking body to the floor, earning loud gasps from around. “racist bitch.”

with that, you fix your skirt and sleek your messy hair back and turn around. seeing a bunch of bewildered looks on students making you scoff and roll your eyes. “the fuck are you guys looking at? go do something!”

in seconds, the crowd begins to break. not giving you nor the girl laying on the floor any more attention. though the tension is still there.

you begin to scan through the crowd, trying to find your boyfriend. and the moment you lock eyes with him, your frown is replaced with a bright smile, squealing as you hurriedly walk over to his table in your gogo boots. he instantly stands from his seat, mirroring your expression with his arms wide open.

"puddin!" you call, quickly jumping onto him.

"hi baby" he chuckles, keeping a tight grip around your waist. "quite a show you put on there" he nods to the crying girl.

"oh, that?" you innocently point out, "well she did something bad so I had to talk to her."

he sits back down in his chair, patting his lap for you. "talked? think you did more than that, sweetheart."

"oh well." you shrug, crossing your legs as you keep your arms around his shoulder, playing with his chocolate curls. "she deserved it."

"what did she do?" gareth pipes in, glancing down at your exposed thighs. gulping as he begins to check you out.

unfortunately, eddie notices, frowning in disappointment. "hey! eyes off my girl you little shit" he warns, pointing a finger at him. glaring at the curly-headed fellow.

gareth's eyes widen, face turning red in embarrassment as he looks away making you giggle.

"oh don't worry about him gar-bear. he's just a little protective." you cup eddie's cheeks, turning him to look at you. "you're still my man, baby." you plant a kiss on his lips, causing the table to groan in disgust.

"oh shut up. if you had a hot piece of ass for a girlfriend like y/n. you'd let her do whatever she wants to you." eddie slaps your ass a bit, making you jump.

"yeah yeah, you have a girlfriend now. we get it." mike waves him off, eyes rolling. "you didn't answer the question, y/n."

"what? oh yeah! she was making fun of your club. and said some very very offensive remarks about eddie and lucas." you shrug, twirling one of eddie's locks. "I had to do something, obviously. can't let that bitch get away with what she said. i had to get physical."

"it was?" eddie's heart begins to warm. never in his life had someone defended him like that. "oh sweetcheeks, you didn't have to."

"uhm, yes i did have to." you reply in an obvious tone, "you mean a lot to me. and I know these guys and the club mean so much to you, baby. so that makes them important to me as well."

“i fucking love you, you know that?” he sighs dreamily, tucking away the loose curl from your face. “if i could take you right here-“

the hellfire kids immediately groan, covering their ears as they complain to their ‘master’ about his sexual implication. hearing that only makes you laugh even more and for eddie to roll his eyes back.

“woah woah dude, not at lunch please. it’s gross.”dustin begs, shaking his head in disgust as he points down at the meal.

“well” you start, biting your lip while standing up. “i saw chem class is free, you wanna go there with me so we can-” you’re immediately cut off by eddie jumping off from his seat right away nearly tipping the chair down. eyes wide in excitement as he nods vigorously

“yes. fuck yes. i need you right now, you don’t need to ask” he desperately begins, hands wrapped around your waist as the go down to squeeze your ass. not caring that people are probably watching. “think i can get you off in fifteen, baby?”

“i like to see you try” you purr, batting your lashes at him. “because i’m planning to get you off in ten.”

he lets out his shaky sigh“jesus fuck- i gotta go guys. move the meeting later after school.” he turns to say to his friends while grabbing your arms tight and rushes away with you who’s giggling like crazy.

“what- no! eddie!” dustin calls out his name, watching the two lovebirds disappear from the cafeteria. he sighs in frustrations, hands on his hips as he hears the piles of complaints coming from the guys.

“fucking horn dogs”

#eddie munson #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie things #eddie munson x mean!cheerleader

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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 15

part 1 | part 14 | ao3

“Please please please please pleeeeease,” Dustin whines, tugging hard on the hem of Steve’s shirt.

“Dude get off me.” He slips the last of the leftover containers into the fridge, slams the door shut, and turns to glare at Dustin, who oh-so-conveniently had to step out after dinner to ‘walkie Lucas about a homework question’ and left Steve and Eddie to do the washing up.

In the absence of a Henderson buffer, the air between them had pretty immediately gone stale. Hesistant and charged, overly formal; fucking weird. Eddie moves like a weirdo, sways his hips out of the way of counter corners instead of walking a straight path, like some swaggering drunken pirate, and he spent the last ten minutes awkwardly traipsing around the perimeters of the kitchen as if Steve were a landmine he might set off at any time.

So yeah.

Steve’s feeling a little ungracious at the moment. “Seriously, what is so important that you can’t just show it to us tomorrow?”

“Ummm, scientific discovery? Wonder at the natural world around us?? Where’s your sense of adventure, Steve?”

“The last time I followed my sense of adventure out to your cellar I almost got—” His eyes cut sharply to Eddie, who’s doing a terrible job of pretending not to eavesdrop. Steve scrambles for a way to end his sentence that isn’t eaten by a creature with a razor flower for a face. “—uh, mauled.”

“Mauled?” Eddie asks, eyes bugging out. “Henderson, I’m not following you into the woods to get to turned into some feral thing’s chew toy, man.”

“It was fine,” Dustin insists, covertly kicking Steve in the shin.

Steve thinks of his NDAs and plays along. “Y-yeah. Totally fine. It was just, like, a rabid raccoon or something.”

“That… does not sound fine.”

“It’s cool,” Steve tries to reassure him (no idea why, really; that cellar’s nightmare fuel.) He throws a dish towel over his shoulder, nods his head decisively. “I’ll bring my nail bat with us.”

“You’ll fucking bring your what?”

—

Steve drags his nail bat through the leaves on the narrow trail, the wood thudding along behind him as they make their way to the cellar, a detached storm shelter at the far edge of the lot. It’s dark out here. And cold. His breath hangs in a puff of wet fog when he mutters, “Seriously, Dustin, this better be Noble Prize worthy stuff.”

“It’s Nobel,” Eddie says.

“Huh?”

“The, uh- the prize? It’s No-bel.”

“….Well, that’s stupid.”

“Why would it be Noble?” Eddie snorts, but his eyes are curious and kind.

“Because— because you have to be Noble to earn it? I don’t know!” Eddie laughs like he finds the answer cute. Steve doubles down. “That makes perfect sense, and you know it. A Noble Prize for a Noble Effort. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re wrong,” Dustin grunts as he unlocks the cellar doors. “Now come on.”

—

The cellar's just as creepy as Steve remembers: low ceiling, dusty cement blocks, a single, sad lightbulb dangling on a string. He eyes the dark corner on the far side of the squat room, bricked up now but it wasn't before; there were tunnels under here, once, vast networks like blood vessels to the beating heart of a monster Steve still can't fully comprehend. He grips the bat a little tighter.

"—Shit," Dustin says suddenly, cutting himself off mid-ramble about how cool his latest science project is, how it puts Cerebro to shame. "I forgot the remote." "You want me to go get it?" Steve offers. "No!" Dustin says it in a rush, then stammers, "No, that's okay. You won't know what to look for." He seems nervous. Jittery. Maybe the cellar creeps him out, too. "Be right back, just wait here."

"Grreeeat," Eddie replies as Dustin jogs back up the stairs, cupping his hands around his mouth to call sarcastically after him, "We'll just be loitering in your murder basement, then; take your time!"

With Dustin gone, there’s nothing to do but stand there metaphorically twiddling their thumbs. Steve’s idly swinging his bat in a wide sweep around his calves, and Eddie’s staring at the ground, scuffing the toe of his shoe into a streak of dirt, arms crossed over his chest, head bowed. He’s humming something that Steve can't quite make out, but it doesn't sound like the stuff he usually blasts from his van. It's softer. Easy. Almost pop.

“Hey, wait a sec...” Steve holds up a finger, turning his good ear toward the stairs. The leafy crunch of footsteps isn’t getting any quieter, and now it sounds like there are two pairs, getting louder; circling back. “You hear that?”

Eddie nods. Looks serious and spooked. Steve raises his bat, a sudden spike of fear; he creeps over to the stairs. “Hey,” he calls to the darkness. The rustling noise picks up, a swish of movement through the brush, and then the crrrrroak of something metal. Something heavy, groaning on its—

Hinges. Hinges. Son of a bitch, the cellar doors. “Hey!” he shouts, breaking into a run. “HEY—!”

BOOMMMM.

The doors slam shut with a heavy crash and the grating clink of more metal scraping metal. Steve bolts up the stairs, shoves with all his strength against the slanted doors above him. The doors don’t budge. “What the fuck?” Eddie shouts from the bottom of the stairs.

Steve pounds against the doors. “HENDERSON?”

Eddie comes up to join him, using his forearms like battering rams to try to bash the doors open. His voice cracks when he hollers, “Henderson, for real, man! I-if this is some kinda- some kinda sick fucking joke it isn’t funny!!”

“It’s for your own good!!” a voice that isn’t Dustin yells through the gap in the doors, and Eddie squawks, “MIKE?”

Mike?? MIKE?? Oh, that goddamned ungrateful, conniving little—

“We just wanted you two to talk to each other!” Mike says.

Dustin adds, “For real this time."

“Yeah, for real this time!”

Steve punches the doors, and Eddie bares his teeth like he can scorch a hole through the metal with the heat of his glare alone. “Wheeler, you are SO dead!!”

“So fucking dead!!!” Steve agrees.

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part 16

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storiesforthemoonchild · 5 months

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I Think I Like You | Alessia Russo x Reader

based on this request. friends to lovers vibe... Enjoy :)

“Where’s (y/n)?” Alessia asks the moment she reaches her family after the match. Her eyes had been searching for yours the whole match.

“Well hello to you, too darling,” her mother Carol jokes.

Alessia blushes, wrapping her mother and father in a hug, “sorry. Hi mum, dad. You alright yeah?”

“You played well, 2 goals,” her father Mario praises excitedly.

“Thanks… so (y/n)?” She questions again looking between her parents and brothers.

“She wasn’t feeling the greatest when we arrived to pick her up today hun. I made her stay home,” Carol informs.

The panic quickly rises on Alessia’s face. You never missed her games. The two of you had been inseparable ever since you met back in uni over in the states. Finding comfort in one another since you were both English. You’d followed her back to England after graduation, but refused to admit she was the reason why. Instead you just said there were more job opportunities for you out here.

“Would you look at that? Guess who’s ringing me,” her brother Gio teases, holding the phone in Alessia’s face before pulling it out of her reach.

“Knock it off Gio. Something could be wrong with her. Give it here,” the striker fusses, ready to tackle him for the phone.

“Cut it out Gio,” Carol swats at the boy's arm.

With a playful roll of the eyes he lets Alessia grab the phone. The striker frantically pressed at the accept call button. “(Y/n), you alright?”

“Lessi, you played amazing! Of course you wait until I’m not there to score 2 bangers,” you say through the phone.

Alessia relaxes, a calm smile gracing her face at the fact you don’t sound too bad, “how you feeling bug? Mum said you weren’t feeling well.”

You huff, “I’m fine. She was being too cautious. I’m sorry I missed your game Lessi.”

She can just hear the pout on your face, “don’t worry about that. Tell me what you need and I’ll bring it with me.”

You always melted at the way Alessia took care of you when you were sick or even just having a bad day. You couldn’t help but feed into how she tends to you, “can we have ice cream and cuddle?”

Alessia swooning over the cute tone of your voice, “of course bug, anything you want. I’ll grab some food and medicine too. Just give me a bit to finish up here and go to the store okay?”

“Lessi?”

“Yes?”

You smirk even though she can’t see it, “2 goals on the day I can’t be there, really?”

She laughs, turning her back and lowering her voice in an attempt to not be heard, “they were both for you. Did you see me kiss the pinky?”

That was your thing, ever since uni. A pinky promise was sacred between the two of you. “I did. Super cute. Nice that you finally have a unique celly,” you joke.

“I’ll see you soon,” Alessia releases a breath as the call disconnects. Turning around she’s met with two curious gazes and two teasing ones.

“Is your wife alive and well?” Of course it's Gio who starts.

Alessia ignores him handing the phone back over. “When are you just going to go for it Less? She is practically a wag already,” it was Luca’s turn to get in on it now.

“We’re just friends,” Alessia grumbles face turning beet red.

“Yeah, a friend who you dedicate goals and goal celebrations to.”

Carol pulls her into her arms allowing Alessia to bury her face in her neck, “you two cut it out now. How is she doing sweetheart? Does she need anything?”

“She just wants ice cream and cuddles, the usual,” she mumbles.

“Glad my daughter in law is fine,” Mario chimes in much to the amusement of his sons.

A groan escapes Alessia as she pulls away, “I’m going to change and head out, so I can get to (y/n).”

“Good idea. Don’t keep the wife waiting,” Gio as always had to get the last word.

It’s a few hours later that there’s a knock at your door. Wrapped snug in a blanket you answer, knowing it was your favorite blonde striker. “Took you long enough. I’m freezing. Put all that down, I need your body heat.”

“No hi? Just immediately barking out orders today huh?” Alessia sucks her teeth jokingly.

“Sorry, hi Lessi,” you wait until she’s dropped the bags on the counter before pulling her into a hug.

“How you feeling?” She places a hand to your forehead and then neck.

You shake out of her protective grip, “I’m fine Lessi. Please come cuddle.”

She nods, putting the ice cream in the freezer and leaving the rest for later. You are standing by the couch when she enters, “assume the position.”

Alessia lays across the couch, opening her arms wide for you to lay on top of her. A strong grip around your waist as you flop down, encasing you both under the blanket. Burying your face into her neck as she soothingly strokes your back. This was your peace.

You giggle when you feel the racing heart of Alessia beneath you, “running a marathon are you?” When you get no response and her hand stills you pull away so you can see her face. “What’s wrong Less?”

“Nothing sorry,” she says, trying to pull you back down.

You fully sit up resting yourself in her lap as she lays there. “Liar. Did something happen after the game? Are you thinking about the sitter that could’ve got you a hat-trick star girl,” you tease trying to lighten her mood.

“I hate that nickname,” she whines.

“Talk to me.”

Alessia grabs at you pulling you back down. “Gio and Luca were winding me up over our call. Now I’m in my head.”

You get yourself back comfortable with your head against her chest, “why do you let them get to you Lessi?”

You feel her sigh. You’ve known Alessia long enough to know that when she’s in her head it’s best to let her work it out alone. The striker was an over-thinker. Silence was never uncomfortable between the two of you.

“I think I like like you (y/n),” Alessia murmurs.

You’re stunned. You’ve known Alessia for years now and had long given up on the thought that she may feel the same. You knew from the moment you met her, but all the girl thought about was football.

“I know it’s out of the blue and we are just friends but not having you in the stands today I felt like a piece of me was missing. Then Gio and Luca were going on about how you were already a wag and I-… I know that I like you. I just… we are best friends. Please don’t hate me.”

You don’t move from your spot on her chest, “I like you too Alessia.”

“You do?”

You nod against her, “I do. I was just waiting for you to like something other than football.”

The moment is exactly how you’d imagine something like this going with Alessia. No pressure. Everything was calm, no need for any theatrics. Just the two of you, whispering secrets to each other like you did all those years before in uni.

“Do you want ice cream?” She asks.

“In a minute, let’s just stay like this a while longer.”

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ultralightpoe · 4 months

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Full House lll - Eddie Munson

Authors Note: Omg. Me? Staying on schedule? Never.

Word Count: 10112

Warnings: None? Idk.

Part One HERE and Part Two HERE

(Thank you for the gif @psychecreations )

Enjoy!

“When’s the first doctors appointment?” Nancy asks, walking up to where you were currently standing at your jobs wait station. You jump, dropping the order pad you had been scribbling in as you turn to find her leaning on the wall.

“What? Why are you here?”

“I was craving chicken and didn’t want to hear Steves kfc imitation. So we decided to come here.” She smiles, rubbing her stomach ever so slightly. “Plus it meant I got to check on you.”

“Oh I’m fine.” You lie, forcing a smile on your face as she narrows her eyes.

It’s been 4 days since the Christmas fiasco, and 4 days since you realized Eddie was leaving. You tried to pick yourself back up the day of Christmas but ended up telling everyone that you were really sick and should shut the party down early. They had all gone to Steves and you were truly embarrassed to think of what they might have been saying about you.

God, did you have to ruin everything you touched?

“You never answered my question.”

“Oh? I was just sick. It’s not a serious bug or anything. I just didn’t want to get you guys sick on Christmas. That would have been bad” you lie again, feeling a coiling feeling in your gut. “Why don’t you go sit?”

“Y/n, girl I love you. But you’re showing.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. Especially in this waitressing uniform.” It was true. Normally the old school 70s uniform fit you like a glove, falling just to your thighs and it made tips so much easier. Right now? It was on the tighter side…… which made tips even easier because your boobs looked great but you felt terrible about everything.

“Does he know?” Nancy asks, and you have to stop yourself from telling her or shove off. After a moment of silence she seems to take that for an answer. “Y/n….. Eddie needs to know.”

“Why? So I can trap someone else?” You laugh bitterly. “That poor guy has already put up with enough of my shit. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go grab tables.”

You walk past her, not giving her a chance to argue as you completely avoid looking to their tables direction and move to your own section of the floor to greet a new table.

Pam, one of your favorite regulars, sees you and greets you with a smile. “You never work Friday nights!”

You always spent Friday nights with Eddie and the girls for movie night. But Eddie ran and you needed to make rent so tonight Max was watching them.

“Starting now I will be. You want your usual babe?”

“You know it!.” She giggles.

Steve tried saying bye before they left and you pretended you didn’t see him as you took orders, by the end of the night your feet were killing you and you all but limped inside to where Max was sitting at the table doing college homework with her headphones on.

Either she didn’t have them loud or she was on edge, your guess being a bit of both, she knows you're there and turns to you when you enter the kitchen.

“Thank you so much Max.” You mumble, pulling out the tip money you had set aside for her. “I’m sorry I ran late.”

“No need to pay.” She smiles, pushing the money away. “I like spending time with them.”

That tight feeling in your stomach is back, digging in as you stare at the redhead. She had been part of the reason you chose Hawkins, Billy had (in one of his rare good moments) described the way Max seemed to blend in and find a home here. He told you about the friends she made and how she managed to grow into a brave person and you wanted that for your own. So, assuming she was gone, you moved out here. Little did you know you find her soon enough along with an entire group of people connected to your ex.

You had always been told max was dead.

Max had always been told Billy was dead.

You didn’t know how she figured you out until Eddie told you about VECNA and Lucas told you about his girlfriends sight for things.

“I…. I saw the tickets.” She admits, blush traveling her cheeks as you move to make a cup of tea. The cupboard was still broken and you couldn’t bear to look at it.

“What tickets?”

“You left your folder out on the table. I saw that you were figuring out where to go.” Max admits and you can’t help but tense.

“I just….. I don’t want the girls being surrounded by…..”

“Billy?”

“Yes…..” you admit, still keeping your back to her as you boil water. “And Eddie. I just don’t want them knowing that he left them. They adore him too much.”

Coward. Coward. COWARD.

“I’m not a mom, but I can get your urge to protect them.” Max mumbles. “But what if they end up hating you for taking them away.”

“Then they have someone to blame. I’d rather them blame me than themselves. It is my fault anyways.” You admit, tears springing into your eyes. “Anyways. Take the money, go have fun.”

“Do you need me again this week? I saw that you work on New Year’s Eve.”

“No. You should be going out with your friends.”

“The boys have a start of the year campaign and El is taking a trip with Hopper. I’m free.” She laughs, trying to break the tension built up. “I’ll be here at 2.”

You can’t get the words thank you out because of how tight your throat is, so you just mouth them as she grabs the money and passes.

Steve could not stop laughing when he saw Eddie’s face the day he brought the car into the shop, leaning over on his knees to catch his breath as he wheezed out.

Dylan, the other mechanic, kept looking over to watch the scene unfold as Eddie tried to focus on his friends car.

“Harrington.”

“Dude I know- it’s just that your face is so purp-hahaha.” Another fit of laughter and Eddie is debating throwing his drill at him. He was in no shape to be dealing with him today.

Truth was Eddie had barely gotten a wink of sleep, he couldn’t manage to. Not used to not having you beside him, or not having the girls night light and soft lullabies. It had been 5 days since he saw you and he was beginning to lose his mind and resolve.

Almost every night he nearly talked himself into going back, then he remembered Motleys broken cries as they carted him off and the way she clung to your hip. The way she screamed for her dad as Eddie attacked him.

Monster monster monster.

“Gotta give it to Hargrove. He knows how to punch.”

“Yeah well, hope he had his fun.” Eddie snaps, leaning back to make sure he adjusted the part correctly.

“Did you get him back?”

“I got a few licks in.” Eddie mumbles, feeling guilty about the pride that washes over him as he remembers the way he beat Billy's face in. That was motleys dad. As much as he enjoyed hitting him he probably just scarred the Metalhead for life.

“Oh a few licks.” Steve scoffs, moving to take a seat on the stool at Eddie’s workstation. “I know how strong you are Munson. You got more than a few licks in.”

“I shouldn’t have.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because Motley was right there! She’s gonna hate me forever.” Eddie scoffs.

“Oh you mean more than they already do?” This pulls Eddie’s attention, he had been doing so good about not asking but he was dying to know. What had they said? Were they happy he’s gone? Mad that he fought Billy?

“What’d they say?”

“Not much of anything. Nancy knows something is up but your girl is keeping her lips sealed pretty well. I didn’t even know about your fight with jackass until I saw your face.”

“But you said they were mad.”

“Yeah man, you missed Christmas and just dipped. Leaves a bad impression.”

“Oh whatever. They are better off, I just ruin everything.”

“Oh. My. God.” Steve gasps, looking at Eddie like he’s figured everything out. “You’re self sabotaging!”

“What?!”

“Yeah! You think you’re the bad guy and so you’re trying to run away which is just making you even more of a bad guy which means my wife can stop threatening to shave your head.”

“I….. no man you don’t get it.”

“I do get it. I get it more than anyone else and let me be the first to tell you that you’re being a massive idiot.” He sighs, standing up. “Motley was waiting by that window to spot you that entire day.”

“S……she was?”

“Yeah Munson. She was.”

“I just….. I don’t want to be the one holding them back. I don’t want her to hate me.”

“Did you ever think that maybe Motley chose you? Like you chose Wayne?” Steve asks, watching Eddie deflate before his eyes before turning to the car. “I’m not paying by the way. Consider my advice enough.”

“Ass.”

Eddie spends the day of New Year’s Eve by the phone, fighting the urge to call.

What would he say? How would he explain?

No. Don’t call. This is for the better.

Yes. Call. Just pick the phone just for the chance to hear your voice.

God damn when did life get so complicated?

“What are you doing?” Wayne asks, watching eddie from his spot on the couch. “Quit wearing down my carpet.”

The carpet has been worn down since Eddie had moved in, but he chooses not to comment instead he sits by the phone, keeping his pinky on the handle of the plastic and glaring at it.

“You expecting a call?”

“No.” Eddie groans, rubbing his chest to try and relieve some of the pain built up. God he missed you guys. “Fuck. I’m gonna go smoke.”

He rushes to the back porch before Wayne could argue, hearing the old man laugh as he slams the door.

There is a dog out there when he exits, chewing on a stick found from the trees and sitting right by the fence. Upon looking a little closer he sees that the dog actually seems caught under the fence, like he was trying to sneak in.

“Jesus.” He murmurs, keeping the joint between his lips as he walks up, socked feet stepping on sticks and stones making him grunt out and try walking on his tippy toes.

He looks back with a smile, expecting a giggle from one of the girls at his weird walk before he realizes he’s alone. Shit.

The dog is panting patiently when Eddie comes up, and the man reaches a hand to let him sniff before moving to help. The dog chooses to kiss at his arm, tongue lapping at the skin as Eddie lifts the fence to try and help free him.

“Why you sneaking in pal?” He grunts, bending the fence. “You hungry?”

Within moments the dog is out, jumping up and kissing at his face for being rescued. “God. Motley would love you.”

“Shhhhh Ziggy.” Motley whispers to her baby sister, pulling her closer to the corner. The way daddy eddie set up her room was perfect.

He had put her bed in the center which left a small corner by her nightstand hidden from the door.

Over the past week she had looked for Daddy Eddie’s number, finding it sprawled under the label emergency numbers where he had written it under Wayne.

It was so weird that Daddy Eddie called his dad Uncle Wayne. Adults were so confusing.

Before you had left for your shift that night you made sure to wish Motley a happy new year and made her promise to behave. Little did you know that she had crossed her fingers behind her back.

The second you were gone she dashed to grab the closest phone, pulling it into her room and hiding it as Max struggled to cook nuggets for dinner.

Later that night when Auntie Max was reading on the couch Motley tiptoed to Ziggys room before sneaking her sister out of her crib and tip toeing back as Ziggy giggles happily.

“Sissy…” She giggles, pulling at Motleys cheeks happily. “Zigsy.”

“No your Ziggy silly. I’m motley.” She corrects as she shuffles with her sister in an awkward half hold half walk carry until they are in the corner. “Okay Ziggy. Sissy needs your help. You remember the plan?”

“Zigzy!”

“Oh boy…..”

The phone rings late, and Eddie sits up in the couch to lean his upper body to answer it, stressed and annoyed.

The stray dog lifts their head, huffing at being woken up and tilting to hear, one ear shooting up. “Easy Zeppelin.”

The dog barks, and Eddie likes to think he enjoyed the name as he picks the phone up. “Munson residence.”

God it felt weird saying that again.

“DADDY!” Motley whispers, sounding scared. Eddie is instantly up, standing on his feet and swiping at his face to wake up a little more.

“Motley? What’s wrong baby?”

“Someone’s trying to get in daddy.”

“Get in where? Where are you?” He’s already reaching for his keys, heart beating through his ears as his hands shake.

“We’re at home.” She whines.

“Where’s mommy?”

“At work!” Fuck. “Okay. Okay. Just hide. Just like daddy told you, remember? If anything happens, hide. You know where Ziggy is?”

“She’s with me.”

“Good girl. Get under your bed or in your closet. I’ll be right there.” He mumbles, calling out to Wayne to grab the phone before booking it out of the trailer.

He gives no time for the van to warm up, tearing out of the trailer park so quickly he’s sure he hit someone’s patio chair, mumbling under his breath a panicked “fuckfuckfuck”

The van is uneven as Eddie pulls in quickly, shifting gears to park so hard it makes a grinding sound before he is swinging the door open and tearing out. His feet hit the gravel before the grass as he rushes to the front door, using his shoulder to shove it open harshly.

A scream tears out in to the air at his entrance before a book is thrown at him which makes him yell out at whoever is in the house.

“EDDIE?!”

“MAXINE?!” He snaps, blinking at her. “What the fuck you doing?”

“What am I doing?! What are you doing?! You physco!”

“Motley said that someone was trying to break in!”

“I put Motley to bed an hour ago.” Max grunts, confusion lacing her features.

“You’re babysitting?”

“Obviously.”

“But her car is in the front.” Eddie felt like he was going crazy. “And since when does she work nights?!”

“Her car wouldn’t start so she took the bus today.” Max sighs, rolling her eyes. “And she needs extra cash. Probably for the plane tickets to get out of here.”

“Tickets out of….” Before Eddie can process her words any further there is a small pair of eyes looking around the corner drawing his attention.

Ziggy moves quickly, coming around the corner with a very excited giggle, walking to him as fast as her little feet would allow. “Da-Ed-ay!”

“Hey there baby girl.” He smiles, picking her up and swooping her into his arms to kiss all over her face. It was odd, just how much he missed this and it seemed like she had gotten so much bigger in the 4 days he missed.

“I swear to god I put her to bed. How did she get out of her crib?!” Max glares, right as the culprit behind it all comes rushing out to run at Eddie.

“I knew you’d come! I knew it daddy!” She giggles, running at him and throwing her arms around him tightly. “You came back!”

“Motley?” He starts, brain beginning to process what she was saying. “Did you…. Lie to get me here?”

“I did!” She smiles, peering up at him with big doe eyes. “I lied daddy! And now you’re here and you can take all my Barbie’s!”

“If you know lying is bad and you’ll get punished, why did you do it?” He asks, pulling her off before squatting to her level. “Metal head, that was very dangerous-“

A gust of air leaves him as her arms wrap around his neck tightly, tears springing from her eyes. “I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore.”

“Motley I’m not mad, that was just dangerous and it scare-“

“No! About Billy. I’m sorry daddy.” His heart plummets, his brain racking to figure out what she was talking about. Why was she sorry?

“No. No I’m sorry.” He sighs, turning to see Max staring at them intently. “Hey max. Think you can take Ziggy for a moment?”

“Sure thing mop head.” The redhead scoops Ziggy up causing the young toddler to scream and kick, reaching chubby fingers out for Eddie. As much as he wanted to take her back he had to focus on Motley.

“Come sit.” He nods his head, leading her to the kitchen table sitting in the chair beside hers and angling it so they were facing. “Listen….. Daddy ha- Well I have been feeling really bad about Christmas Eve. I never meant to do that, or to attack your dad in front of you.”

“But-“

“I owe you a big apology for that Motley. And I don’t know what you’re feeling sorry about, pretty girl, but it’s not your fault and you have no reason to be sorry.” He murmurs, swiping the tears that fall from her cheek. “You have done nothing wrong.”

“I told Billy he couldn’t come for Christmas Daddy!” She blurts, her tears hit against his thumb as he keeps swiping her cheek. “I’m sorry!”

“No no no. You don’t be sorry.” He moves to pick her up, sitting her on his lap with her face pressed into his chest as he rubs his palm over her hair to try and soothe her. “Let’s just take a deep breath, okay? Then you can tell me what happened.”

There’s something coiling in his gut at her tears. Pain, anger, sadness. He truly could not tell, but he kept her close and rocked her back and forth to let her cry. When she finally calmed down enough to talk she started telling him.

“He was really mean daddy. And he kept t-telling me that y-you we’re gonna replace me-“ her body racks with sobs again. “He said you didn’t want me. A-and I was upset! But he w-was mean to you-“

“Easy.” He whispers, wiping her cheek once more. “You gotta breathe pretty girl.”

“He was m-mean. Said mean things about you daddy and mean things ab- I’m sorry! I-“ her sobbing gets worse and Eddie shushes her, choosing to rock her back and forth and keep her in his tight embrace. “And you w-were ma-you were madatme.”

“No no. I was never mad.” He sighs. “Daddy was never mad at you.”

“You were.”

“No, I was just scared. I…. Daddy didn’t want you hating him.” Eddie explains. “I just wanted to give you space. Having 2 dads is confusing. I didn’t want to make it worse.”

“He hit you.”

“Did he ever hit you motley?” Eddie asks sternly, squeezing her a bit in comfort.

“He spanked me.” That feeling in his stomach settled on rage.

“That’s not fair. And you shouldn’t have had to go through that.”

“Please don’t leave again.” As much as he wanted to promise her that he wouldn't, that wasn’t a promise he could make. You probably hated him, and he would have to talk this out with you first.

“Let’s get you to bed yeah? Daddy will tuck you in.”

“I want mama.”

“Well she’s at work.” He mumbles against her hair.

“Can we go get milkshakes?”

“I don’t know…..” it was almost 10. Then again it was New Year’s Eve and he didn’t want you taking the bus home so this would give him an excuse to go pick you up. “Only if they have chocolate.”

“You already know they have chocolate!” She giggles, and he can’t stop the way his heart seems to light up.

It was a busy night, and the smell of the jalapeno nachos all your tables were ordering was making you nauseated and angry. You wanted to throw up, maybe cry, maybe throw up then cry.

Apparently a town next to Hawkins lost power so a bunch of people were driving to this place to have a good new years which meant you were going to be stuck here forever. You found yourself stressing about the bus’ schedule as you dashed to run food.

This is what you had been doing when you spotted him. Running a tray of jalapeño nachos to your table, keeping it a safe distance from your nose as you thought about the fact that you might have to walk, and there he was.

Standing in the doorway, leather jacket and wide eyes, as you caught him looking for you. And he was holding Ziggy.

What the fuck Maxine?!

“Y/n get a move on!” Your manager calls and you snap out of it, moving to deliver the tray as the host seats Eddie.

You hear Motley call out “mommy!” And instantly knew that they would now be sat in your section. Did it make you a bad mother if you admitted you would rather die than face him tonight?

“Mama!” Your daughter calls, making you look over as she slides in, Eddie sitting right next to her and then you are forced to confront this. You should have learned about birth control. Better yet maybe you should have practiced the art of condoms more.

Thinking of all the ways you could have prevented this situation as you gaze at your daughters adorable smiling face. God she was beautiful….. still should have used a condom.

“What a surprise. I could have sworn I left you guys with Max.” You try to smile, avoiding looking at Eddie as Ziggy reaches for you. You grab her gently, bouncing her on your hip and she starts playing with your hair clip.

“I got daddy!” Motley admits proudly, pointing to Eddie which makes you look at him. Your heart thumping against your chest, adrenaline rushing through you as he stares at you with those god damn brown eyes.

“Munson.” You greet, turning back to Motley. “Girls, stay in the booth for a moment. Okay? I’m gonna talk to him outside.”

You walk off after that, leaving Eddie no choice but to follow as he jumps up and runs to catch up. The winter hair hits you, and you immediately wrap your arms around yourself to keep some of the warmth, the crappy waitress outfit doing nothing for you.

The second you hear your name fall from his lips you whirl, slapping him in the chest to push him back. “What the fuck is the matter with you munson?!”

“I…. Give me a moment to explain, please.”

“Explain?! EXPLAIN?!” A bitter laugh splits from your lips. “Look. I get it. My life was a bit too messy and fucked up, I’d run too. But you bringing the girls here is just making it worse. You’re going to get their hopes and it��s gonna crush them.”

“Too messy? Who said anything about it being too messy?”

“WHY ELSE WOULD YOU RUN?!” Your voice raises louder than you thought it would, but you don’t back down. “And I don’t appreciate you talking to my daughters without me. Now I gotta tell them-“

The words ‘my daughters’ sound wrong, and you can’t fight the disgust that coats you as you trail off, eyes widening as he stares back at you with a set jaw. “I just mean….. I get why you left okay? My life is chaos and you were really nice for staying and pretending like it was fine. But those girls…. They can’t know you left cause of that. I was hoping, as shitty as it sounds, that after a couple years they’d forget. Y’know?”

You are swiping at your cheeks as tears stream down your face, trying not to look at him. You catch him moving up, his hands outstretched, but you move backwards so he can’t grab you. “Eds. Y-you should just go. Okay? It’ll be fine.”

“No it won’t-“

“It will. I’ll be fine. I won’t be mad-“ then his arms are around you, pulling you in quickly as he shoves your head into his chest and you get to inhale his scent once more. Doing your best not to outright sob.

“I was the mess.” He blurts. “I was scared, okay? I was scared that Billy was gonna turn everyone against me, and I was scared that I ruined Motleys Christmas.”

You scoff, trying to pull away, not really believing the excuse. Before you can fully move he wraps an arm around your waist, his other hand moving to your jaw to drag your eyes up to his own. “I was scared. I was a coward.”

“But-“

“No buts. I didn’t leave cause I thought you were a mess, baby I think you’re perfect and your daughters are so fucking precious to me. I…. You really thought I was running cause I couldn’t handle it?”

“I just-“

“Y/n!” Your boss calls from the door, looking exasperated. “You gettin sick again? Need to go? Or you wanna get paid so you can afford maternity leave?”

You tense again under Eddie’s touch, stomach curling as you try and take a step back while Eddie’s brows knit in confusion before he turns to glare at your boss. “She’s sick.”

“Fine. Take her home. Just have to transfer tables.” The man snaps, turning to walk back in before Eddie is whirling on you.

“Am I crazy or did he just say maternity leave?”

“Eddie….” You sigh, feeling saliva build up as you panic. He watches you, taking a step back just as you lean forward to puke.

The car ride is silent. Not the serene kind of quiet and more so the anxiety inducing type.

You had no clue what to say to him at this point. Suddenly everything just seemed to….. silly. You’re reaction and his reaction. You should have just called. Why hadn’t you called?

No, he should have called.

You were being a decent person and giving him space and “mama?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I sleep with you and daddy tonight?”

“Ya!” Ziggy yells, making Eddie chuckle under his breath as he leans to turn the heater in the car up. It had been forever since you had ridden in this van, since he deemed it unacceptable to drive the girls around in since it lacked seatbelts or a backseat. Even now everytime he braked he means a hand out to block the girls even with Ziggy in your lap.

“I don’t know…”

“Please! Please please.”

“We will talk about it when we get home.”

Only there was no talking about it, the second you got home with the girls Motley ran to throw away her to go milkshake cup then dashed to your bed quickly which turned into a screaming fit when you tried to tell her no.

The word condom just kept circling your mind as you finally just told her to lay down, she did so and Ziggy soon made her appearance to crawl onto the bed.

Eddie takes off his shoes. Moving to lay with the girls as you turn off one of the lights so the room was dark enough for them to fall asleep, and then you shuffle to the bathroom to shower before bed so you didn’t smell like grease and beer.

It wasn’t even 10 minutes before you heard the door open and shut softly, you turn already knowing he is heading for the shower and watch as the curtain opens lightly.

Normally he would jump right in like he belonged there which would make you laugh, tonight he had a questioning gaze, trying not to over step. You give him a small nod and then the curtain is pushed aside and he dives in, still in his shirt and jeans.

“Edward-“ you warn before his lips are on yours in a searing kiss. He keeps one hand on your jaw to keep your lips connected as his other wraps around your back to keep you close as the water runs over both of you getting his clothes soaked. By the time you pull back he’s already working his way down your neck with kisses as you earn him again “clothes.”

The hand holding your jaw moves to cover your mouth quickly as he peers at you, giving you a fake angry expression that has you laughing. “Do not wake our kids.” He whispers before stepping back to undress.

The jeans take a moment to shuck off since they were wet but the second he is free Eddie dives for you again, showing up just how much he missed you.

You sit with him on the floor of the kitchen by the fridge, using the light above the oven as your only source of light while you both snack, keeping cuddled together in nothing but your robes.

Nothing has been said yet, and you were just fine with that, exhausted and happy that he was there. But he has to ruin it, of course he does.

“I’m still sorry.” He murmurs, scraping the cream of one side of an Oreo using the empty side.

“I am too. I think we’re both incredibly stupid right now.”

“You’re telling me.” He blushes. “I just…. There was a time in my life when I hated Uncle Wayne. I had this image in my mind that he was trying to tear me away from my dad. Fuck I just wanted to be with my dad, I looked up to him whether he beat me or not and- the way I treated Wayne and the way I hated him….. my dad didn’t help, everytime I went back with him my mom and I just ended right back up at Wayne’s with more bruises than last time. And when she passed I was the only one there to inflict it. Wayne for him arrested and I swore my world was ending, swore I would never talk to Wayne again.”

“You thought that was what was going on with Motley? That she felt like you were tearing her and her dad apart?”

“Yes and no. I just was trying to prevent that from happening, I didn’t want her to have to experience that choice.” He whispers, picking at the robe. “I just wanted to protect her.”

“She wanted to protect you too.” You whisper back. “That’s love.”

“Billy told her that…. That I was gonna try and replace her.” He gulps, and you stop smiling instantly. “And now that you’re pregnant, and as happy as I am because I am so happy, I need to make sure she knows that I’m not trying to replace her.”

“We’ll make it work.” You mumble, laying your head on his shoulder. “We always do”

He hums out, laying his head on top of yours and sitting in the silence for a moment before you break it once more. “Where are your rings?”

“Haven’t worn them since I got arrested.” He answers, holding up his bare hands. “My fingers were too bruised and swollen at first, then I just couldn’t care to put them on.”

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s go to bed..”

“Give me five more minutes.” He whispers, turning his head to kiss your own, keeping his nose pressed into your hair.

“Why?”

“I just…. I just want to be near you for a little longer.”

The sun peaks through the curtains, hitting Eddie right in the face which in return makes him groan out, moving the pillow around to try and block it. I’m his attempt to move Ziggy wiggles around, giving a displeased noise that her dad woke her up from sleeping before moving to lay right on his chest.

Motley does not move an inch, mouth wide open and eyes sealed shut, Eddie has to reach a hand out to poke her and make sure she’s not dead.

She wrinkles her nose, moving closer and shoving her face in your pillow, staying peacefully asleep.

You’re sitting at the edge of the bed, and he can only blink at you trying to straighten his eyesight as he watches you zip up your work boots. (For some reason I imagine go go boots with the 70s look. I don’t know guys. I….. I have no clue).

“You going to work?” He blurts, making you jump.

“Sorry, yeah. Max will be here soon to watch the girls. We agreed on it last night before I left.” You mumble, moving to grab your apron.

“I can watch em….” He whispers, staring at you. The way the sun from the window hits you makes you look angelic.

“Okay.” You smile, moving to kiss Motley and Ziggys heads before you move to walk away. Fully offended Eddie snatches your hand and draws you back, annoyed at the shit eating grin on your face.

“Baby,” he whines making you let out a small laugh and lean down to kiss his lips before rushing to leave.

He lays with the girls for a little longer making sure the blanket is covering all three of them before the day truly has to start and he forces himself to get up. Setting Ziggy down without waking her up was a difficult task but he managed, shuffling to the bathroom to change into todays clothes, thankful that he no longer has to wear all the shit clothes he left at Wayne’s when he originally moved out.

Upon exiting the bathroom he nearly trips over Motley, who had been sitting in front of the door. “What are you doing Metalhead?”

“You took forever…” she whines, wrapping herself around his calf which makes him smile. “I wanna stay with you.”

“Okay,” he answers, moving down to peel her off his leg and letting her climb up for a piggy back. “You’re gonna help me make breakfast then.”

“Waffles?”

“We’ll just have to wait and see.” He smirks, walking down the hall as the front door opens to reveal Max.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.” She rushes out, face red from running. “I woke up a little late and-“

“It’s no problem. I’m here if you had other things to do.” Eddie offers. “Or you can stay and have some breakfast?”

“Sounds great. I’m kinda ignoring the rest of the group right now.” She explains, setting her bag down and following them into the kitchen. Eddie gets Max set up at the table, trying to set Motley with her but the girl wiggles and whines so he allows her to stay.

He listens to Max rant about the group as he moves around to make waffles, enjoying the easy feeling he gets being here. God why did he ever leave home?

“-And Lucas is just always set out to fight Erica. You’d think he had a crush on Dustin and wanted to date him. You know? I get it, your baby sister starts dating your closest friend. A little weird. But get over it!”

“I think Uncle Dustin and Auntie Erica are so cute!” Motley adds which makes Eddie chuckle a bit.

“Lucas is upset because he always thought they were in agreement that Erica was annoying.” He explains, bending down to set Motley down and bring the food to the table. “But it’s been months. Time to move on.”

“Exactly!” Max sighs right as Ziggy comes pounding in with an angry look.

“Alone….” She whines and Eddie smiles at her. “Aweee did you wake up alone? My poor little baby.” He coos, picking her up and bringing her close to kiss before setting her on his lap to help her eat. He already knew she would not be into the high chair based on the way even Motley was clinging to him.

Even now, as she used a spoon to shove waffles in her mouth, she kept a hand on his own arm to keep him close.

“I’m gonna work on mamas car today.” He explains. “I’ll be right outside. So maybe you girls can stay in here and keep Max company.”

“I wanna stay with you.” Motley whines, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“No it’s too cold. You stay in here. Okay?” And then Eddie gave her his puppy dog eyes. Oh yeah, can’t beat dads game.

She groans and looks at Max who smiles in return. “I’ve been practicing my barbie voices just for you.”

“Fine! But barbie is married to G.I. Joe! Ken is the villain. We’re not arguing about it again.”

“But isn’t it Barbie and Ken? Wouldn’t Joe be the villain?”

“Maxine.” Motley warns, slamming her tiny hand on the table.

“Fine. Got it.”

It didn’t last long.

Eddie had put on his mechanic suit, trying to keep warm as he took a look at what was going on with your car. 15 minutes in Motley came out wearing her snowsuit and smiling. “Look daddy! I can help!”

“I thought I said to stay inside-“ a laugh breaks out when she takes off the hood of the snow suit to reveal that she tied a bandana over her head like a hat. “That’s not how you tie it. Come here.”

He helps her tie it like his, telling her to sit a little closer to the grass as he keeps working, making sure the radio is on a station she would like as he does so.

By the time you get home she is making snow angels in the snow of the lawn as he curses under his breath.

“What’s going on?” You ask, making him jump and hit his head on the hood of your car. “Oh! I’m so sorr-“

“It’s good. I’m good.” He laughs, letting you fuss over him anyways. He takes his chance to kiss at you before you are pulling back.

“You are covered in car nastiness-“

“You mean grease and oil?” He laughs, keeping you trapped in his arms to rub his cheek on your shoulder. You yell out playfully, still trying to escape as he does so.

“Does this mean you guys are good?” Steve appears, dustin behind him. “Are you done being mad at me Y/n?”

“I was never mad at you!” Eddie keeps his arms around you as you turn to look at Steve, making sure Motley is good.

“Yes you were. I waved at you the other night and you completely ignored me.”

“I didn’t see you wave.” You reply and Eddie can’t help but laugh.

“I called your name!”

“It was a busy restaurant, how am I supposed to hear everything.” You scoff, pulling from Eddie’s arms and flipping your hair. “Come on Motley. Let’s go inside.”

“Just admit you saw me wave!” Steve groans, following you to the door before Motley turns to shove him and close the door in his face. “Rude!”

“Steve, did you just get beat up by a kid?” Dustin laughs.

“It’s Eddie’s kid. Does that count?”

“My kids are great!”

Things took a moment to get back to normal, but that was to be expected.

Eddie found the folder of all your research on places to go, running his fingers over the math you sprawled across the pages to figure out how you would afford it, he promptly threw it in the trash bins outside.

Motley stayed glued to Eddie as much as she could, and in the mornings when he had to get up for work she made sure to wake him up and give him a kiss by the door making sure that he swore to come back before she would dash down the hall and lay with you.

Makeup Christmas happened, except it was only Wayne that was invited and instead of a whole feast you guys ordered a crap ton of Chinese food.

Wayne came over early, sneaking around the back and coming in through the back door which confused the girls to no end but they were excited to see their grandpa.

Ziggy also proved that she learned 2 more words by saying “shit grandpa!” All excited and reaching her hands up for him to grab her.

He howls with laughter, scooping her up and throwing her in the air as she screams in excitement.

Everyone sits around the tree opening gifts, Wayne on the couch with Ziggy on his lap helping her open the gifts. Eddie sat by the tree, passing them out with Motley right by him and you next to her.

He pulls out an envelope that has his name sprawled on it and looks at you.

“I had a plan for Christmas. But I kind of had to redo it. I planned on giving you the stick, but figured since you already know I’d get the ultrasound.” Yoh blush, watching his excitedly tear it open.

It’s quiet for a moment as everyone watches him admire the photo, smiling from ear to ear.

“Anything you notice?” You ask, waiting.

“What do you mean?” He asks, before Wayne snaps his fingers and grabs the photo gently.

“There’s two.” Wayne grunts before his eyes light up. “You’re having twins!”

“Obviously….” Eddie mumbles, “we already knew that?”

“What?”

“The stick? It had two blue lines? So that means we’re having twin boys? Right?” Eddie mumbles, staring at you like your crazy.

It’s quiet for a moment as you and Wayne process what he said before you burst into laughter, the girls following even though they had no clue what was going on.

“Not even close boy!” Wayne cackles as you have to wipe some of the tears from your eyes.

“Does that mean you’re pregnant mommy?” Motley asks, turning to look at you with wide eyes. Your heart stops, going back to what Eddie had told you.

“Yes. Mommy is pregnant .” You wait to see her reaction and Eddie finds himself reaching for the gift he had added two days ago. “Motty. I have something for you.”

He snatches the tiny box, holding it out to her. “It’s a really important gift though. Okay?”

She nods slowly, taking the box from him and opening it just as slow. Inside held a simple chain necklace, but when she pulled it out it revealed that he had hung his mothers ring on it, the one he normally wore on his right hand by itself. “I was told to give this ring to someone very special. It’s from my own mom.”

She gasps, turning to him. “You’re giving it to me?!”

“Well yeah! You’re my oldest kid. My firstborn.” He laughs, moving to help her put it on. Then he snatches another box and hands it to her. “This one is for both you and your sister.”

She reaches for it and opens it gently, pulling out a heavy chain that has a dog tag connected to it. “Another necklace?”

“Well…..” Wayne laughs, flipping it to reveal what the dog tag says.

“Who is Zeppeplin?”

“Zeppelin, baby.” You correct, already standing up.

“Who is Zeppelin?” She giggles, which makes Eddie laugh, picking her up by her armpits to make her stand as you go and open the back door.

The dog, a young little puppy at most, snaps his head to the noise and wags it’s tail excitedly upon seeing you.

“Come in!” You smile and he bolts from his spot tearing up sticks to get inside. Once he hits the threshold of the house he is everywhere. Sniffing the fridge to the chairs, jumping on his hind legs to clean up the high chair where Ziggy left her banana. After inhaling that he bolts to explore more, completely missing the living room as he bolts down the hall to sniff all the rooms.

Once Motley sees the flash of fur she screams in excitement, which draws the puppy back and they both just feed off each others excitement.

She’s jumping up and down, screaming in excitement and the dog starts howling to match her while his butt starts wiggling at how hard he is wagging his tail.

“I am so excited for Chinese later.” Wayne murmurs, coming to hug you as Eddie tries to calm both the noisemakers down. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course, you’re grandpa.” You smile, watching Ziggy from his arms just stare intently at the scene before her. “She can’t tell whether to be excited or scared.”

Wayne laughs, pointing to the dog and trying to help Ziggy see him.

Later that evening everyone sits around the table, Max with you all, as you pile Chinese food onto the plates. Motley keeps showing Max the necklace she got while Wayne keeps bragging to Eddie about his new Jean jacket.

Zeppelin chooses to sit by Ziggy, and it’s very clear that the dog has already figured out who will drop the most food. Ziggy giggles every time she drops a piece of broccoli and he catches it.

“Now we’re gonna have to watch her every time we give her veggies.” Eddie groans. “She’s got an accomplice!”

“Zeppy and Ziggy!” Motley cheers like their superheroes.

February rolls around soon enough, and your daughters biggest catastrophe had nothing to do with the restraining order on Billy, or her dads new bike (which she was terrified of). No. Motleys world was ending over valentines cards.

Eddie had helped her pick them out, little heart shaped cards that you could stick lollipops in, and had sat with her to write in them as you took Ziggy in for a haircut.

The only one that Motley had not written a card for was Troy, and now the morning of Valentine’s Day she was still panicking.

“I can’t write love cause then he will want to get married!” She explains and Eddie nods like it’s super serious. “And I can’t write like, because then he will know I have a crush on him!”

“Glad you can admit it.” He nods and she rolls her eyes. “Here’s an idea! Okay, you ready metal head?”

“Ready daddy!”

“You can write ‘from Motley’.” He laughs, watching her face go serious.

“That’s what I wrote on the others!”

“Exactly.” He watches as she thinks about it before nodding quickly and writing it down, tossing it in her valentines box and dashing to grab her backpack.

“She finally figure out Troys?” You ask, shuffling Ziggy in. “It’s been days.”

“She did. We decided on writing ‘from motley’.” He smiles, leaning forward to kiss you before leaning down to kiss your stomach then Ziggy.

“Stevie….” Ziggy giggles, running to the phone. It didn’t take long to figure out that she would be the one to run the phone bill up, even now she spent every morning learning to dial her uncle Steve’s number. She dialed Dustin once but deemed him “poopoo head.”

“Nuh uh. Come eat pretty girl.” Eddie calls, pointing to her chair. “Zeppelin is waiting.”

The dog, who just a month ago had been tiny enough to lay under her chair, now sat at full height beside it. Still a puppy, just bigger.

Ziggy runs, her little pigtails bouncing as Eddie picks her up by the overalls to sit her in the chair. Now trained Ziggy eats his dog food beside her rather than everything she drops, and if somehow someway some of her waffle drops in his bowl then it can’t really be considered his fault.

“Motley, hurry up baby.” You call. “We gotta go.”

“You good to pick Wayne up?” Eddie asks, moving to grab his lunch.

“Yes. I’ll drop Motley off at school and go and grab him.” Wayne had injured his hip, so today you’ll be taking him to the doctors to see what the plan was while Eddie went to work.

“Okay. And Ziggy is still good to-?”

“Ziggy and Zeppelin are going to Nancy’s, yes.” You smile. Nancy had just given birth to her third boy, and she liked having Ziggy over because she liked having another girl in the house.

“Okay. Tell me how it goes?” He asks, leaning to give you one more goodbye kiss as you nod before moving to say bye to Motley. “BYE BEAUTIFUL LADIES!”

The day had started off so well, you should have known it would only go downhill from there.

Wayne sat in the passenger seat of your car, irritated and ranting about shitty doctors. “I’m not doing it. You hear me? Just give me some Tylenol and I’ll be fine.”

“MOMMY!” Ziggy screams, from her spot on her car seat.

The doctor had told Wayne he needed hip surgery and could not work, which meant that Wayne was pissed and you were panicking about what to do. He couldn’t work which meant he wouldn’t be able to make rent and he would need some help to move around. Then when you got to Steve and Nancy’s she had told you that Ziggy had taken quite a stumble off the table and scratched her chin on the corner of the table.

It was a mess.

Both of them were not having a good day and Zeppelin was howling at their ranting and screaming and as much as you loved them you truly debated crashing the car.

Then you got home to yelling.

Eddie stood in the living room, still in his work attire with his hands on his hips and his eyes wide. “You’re in rare fucking form today, you know that?!”

The response to his question is met with a demonic scream from down the hall and you can only assume that Motley was having a bad time as well.

“I’m not getting a surgery, you hear me Edward?” Wayne snaps, limping to the couch.

“What the fuck are you on now?” He snaps back, looking at him annoyed as Ziggy rushes past crying. “What the fuck is going on?”

“It’s apparently a meltdown day.” You sigh, moving to kiss his cheek and go into the kitchen to make a snack for yourself.

Todays pregnancy craving was potato chips with lime juice and pickles, Eddie watches from the entrance of the kitchen with a smile as you settle at the table and enjoy your snack.

He moves and takes the seat next to you, following your lead on snacks.

“Why is Metalhead in ‘rare fucking form’ today?” You giggle, watching his face pinch in annoyance.

“I pick her up and she gets in the car, right? And then she just starts screaming at me! And I mean screaming. The entire ride home! And from what I gather Vinny didn’t give her a valentines card.” He explains. “God. She was yelling like she was possessed. Then I tried explaining that maybe it was lost and that made it worse.”

“Did she get one from Troy?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think she cares either.” He sighs, rubbing his jaw.

“Okay, we let her ride out the fit in her room. We’ll call Steve later to see what happened.”

“Sounds great to me.” He smiles. “She scared me a little. Threatened to cut her hair and everything. Then threatened to cut MY hair.”

A small laugh tears from you as he steals the potato chip in your hand before looking to Wayne’s direction. “They recommend surgery?”

“It wasn’t a recommendation.” You sigh, grabbing his hand and tracing the tattoo. “I think we need to move the house around.”

“What?”

“If Wayne gets surgery he needs to be here. I’ll cut back shifts at the diner and help him out.” You start. “He won’t be able to use the stairs so maybe we can move our room downstairs which would give more room for the twins cribs in our room, but Ziggy has problems with the stairs and she likes coming in to sleep with us cause of the nightmares but-“

“Easy. Easy.” Eddie mumbles, turning his hand up quickly to snatch your hand and pull it to his lips. “We’ll figure it out.”

And so you did.

Eddie moved the house around, and turned the basement into a bedroom for you guys. Now with more room and your own bathroom down here he could set up the cribs.

Wayne took your old room, and though the man threw a fit the girls got excited that Grandpa Wayne would be living here now.

He got the surgery in the beginning of March, and Motley and Vinny were still fighting.

You spent your days helping Wayne, taking him to pt and helping him move around the house.

Motley and Vinny got put into separate classes which lead to a whole argument between Steve and Eddie about whose kid was the one to blame.

Life was a bit of a mess.

It all came to head at the children's father dance.

Eddie had dressed in a tux, making sure he looked good as you got Motley ready for the night. With Wayne napping on the couch with Ziggy asleep on his chest drooling (a daily nap these two took) Zeppelin follows at your feet, keeping close to you as you did Motley's hair.

“How do I look?” Eddie asks from the door of the bathroom. “I have a date tonight and I’m really nervous.”

“Daddy!” Motley giggles, rushing to him in her puffy little skirt, hugging him tightly.

“Alright you two. Let me get a picture.” You smile, rushing past to find where the camera had gone. By the time you got a picture of them Motley was rushing Eddie out, ready for the dance.

He struggles to find parking, and ends up finding one right next to Steve’s car, rolling his eyes when he sees Harrington fixing his jacket while Vinny reads in the car.

“Harrington.” He greets coldly, fixing his leather jacket and moving to open the door for his daughter.

“Munson.” Steve matches the tone, scoffing at Eddie’s jacket. “Little Munson.”

“Uncle Steve.” She huffs, fixing her hair.

“Really? A leather jacket Edward?”

“You look like you stepped off a Queen music video, Steven.” Eddie snaps, holding out his hand for Motley. Fighting or not they wait at the front of the car for Steve and Vinny. Walking into the dance together.

“I’m surprised that they even let you in here. Your child is a danger to society.” Steve snaps as they wait in line for tickets.

“Let’s talk about your kid giving everyone but my sweet Angel a valentines card. That’s barbaric.” Eddie defends, watching Motley wave to her friends.

“He didn’t want to. And I don’t need to tell him what to do.” Steve blushes, turning to look at something to avoid looking at Eddie.

“There it is again. You’re acting so fucking suspicious about that card, man.” Eddie points at him, silver rings glinting in the light. “Tell me what you know.”

“Tickets?” The poor woman asks, interrupting their stand off.

“Yes please. Four.”

“No two. I’ll get my tickets.”

“No I’ll get them”

“You’re not buying me ,Steven.”

“He’s buying me.” Motley smiles, snatching the money from Steve’s hands and setting them on the table before grabbing two tickets. “Let’s go get some pop, daddy.”

Eddie can do nothing but follow, letting the little lady lead the way.

After about an hour of Motley showing him everything and introducing him to all her friends she abandoned him to hang out with some of the girls in her class, making sure Eddie was okay where he sat at an empty table nursing a can of soda.

It felt like high school again, watching the way all the other dads surrounded Harrington as the pta moms that decorated huddled together and giggled in the corner. At least the kids were having fun.

Eddie wished you were here, you would be sitting with him.

“Jesus. Gary never shuts up.” Steve mumbles, snapping Eddie out of his train of thought. “I got you a slice of pizza.”

He sets the slice down, giving Eddie a weird smile as he scarfs down his own slice. But eddie wasn’t very hungry, instead he surveyed to check on motley and see her giggling with all her friends as they dance in a circle.

“Your kid has been sitting alone, you gonna help?” Eddie asks, looking to where Vinny sits reading a book.

“I tried earlier. He just said something about me embarrassing him more.” Steve sighs. “Then complained that I ruin everything.”

“What happened? I’ve never seen him alone at a party.”

“Have I not told you? Your daughter is the popular one. They made her move classes and he was left in their old class struggling to make friends.” Steve mumbles.

“Why don’t you get one of the many dads following you around to get their kids over there? It feels like I’m in highschool again, waiting for your cronies to shove me in the bathrooms and lock me in again.”

“How long were you in that bathroom, again? Two hours?”

“Three.” Eddie sighs. “I smoked and set off an alarm so the principal found me.”

“Sorry.”

“Wasnt one of your worst. I was fine.” Eddie shrugs. “Sorry about Vinny.”

“I have faith.” Steve sighs, leaning back in his chair. “I also cannot believe I’m at a daddy daughter dance.”

“It’s a father kid dance?”

“They didn’t want the boys feeling left out.” Steve explains.

“I see.” Eddie smiles, picking at the pizza.

“He wrote one. You know?”

“Sorry?”

“Vinny wrote one. He wrote a valentine for Motley and got her a big chocolate bar. But a girl made fun of him in the parking lot and he panicked.” Steve explains. “Ripped it up and left the chocolate on my car to melt on the seats.”

“I can clean that.”

“You can?!”

“Oh yeah. I got you Harrington.” Eddie laughs right as another dad comes to the table.

“Howdy gentleman.” He smiles, sitting down. Eddie has to blink to recognize, holy shit that’s Tommy. “Oooo. I’m sitting at the hellfire table. So scary…”

“Do you have a kid here…?” Steve asks, blinking slowly.

“Yeah.” He slurs, pointing to the young kid stuffing his face with marshmallows. “You guys want some whiskey?”

“Jesus. I smell it from here man.” Steve snaps, standing up.

“I’m driving. Hard pass.” Eddie laughs, standing with Steve.

“It’s so weird to me that you two are friends! That shit is like….. mind flowing!”

“Blowing.” Steve corrects and Eddie sighs. “Damn it Harrington. It was a trap.”

“Blowing is more for you guys, if you know what I mean.” Tommy laughs and Eddie shakes his head.

“How did you fall for that Harrington? You made that line.” Eddie grumbles, moving to find Motley. “Hey Metalhead?”

“Yeah daddy?” She asks, coming up with her cheeks bright red from all the dancing.

“Have you eaten?” He asks, offering her a bite of his pizza before looking back over to Vinny. “Think you can go help him out?”

“Yeah. I guess.” She sighs, kissing his cheek and rushing to find Vinny and bring him out to dance.

By the end of the night Eddie has danced to about every little pop song she wants, and by the time he is bringing her to the car it’s more of a carrying her situation as Steve tries to trip Vinny up.

“Have a good night Harringtons.” Eddie laughs.

“Sleep tight Munsons.”

“Shouldn't you be in bed?” Eddie asks, peering up at you over his book as you shuffle and pace around the room.

“Shut up.” You grunt, waving your hand at him. Your face is pinched up and Eddie finds himself sitting up and staring at you.

“What’s going on here?”

“Edward shut UP!” You snap, pacing back to the wall and holding your hands against it to try and breathe in. “Sorry. Sorry that was mean.”

“Are you in pain?” He mumbles, standing up and putting on his slippers.

It was your ninth month, and Eddie was anxious because he had never experienced the pregnancy part of it all before so every kick and movement made him worried.

“Eddie. Edward. Eds.” You grunt out, and right there something trickles down your leg.

“Did you just pee?”

“EDWARD!”

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whatsaninterestingplacethisis · 5 months

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Thinking Of You

Imagine

Adam Fantilli x Latina!Reader

Synop: y/n and Adam are "casual" friends with a hint of hatred that turns to something real when their mutual friend forces them to share a bed.

a/n: enemies to lovers 😏 one bed trope let's pretend Adam went to a public high school & disregard the location inaccuracies.

cw: cussing

It was natural instinct for you to be rude to the male species, especially if they looked like Adam Fantilli. In middle school you met your best friend but along with y/f/n, Adam trailed along, and never seemed to leave.

You never became friends, you wouldn't even consider mutual friends, but he was always there and his existence was annoying in itself.

In high school, every time you searched for your friend he would always be around the corner; bugging you, “hey raccoon eyes, didn't get any sleep last night or what?"

"Adam get out of my face." you scoffed.

"Couldn't sleep because you were thinking of me huh?" he nudged your shoulder.

This was freshman Adam, his teasing got worse over the years but lessened senior year as he focused on hockey.

Prom weekend was awful to say the least, you couldn't find the dress, and your date canceled the night before. You would have gone with y/f/n but she already had a date. Your friend group, including Adam, were taking photos outside the venue and Adam couldn't help to tease,

"What happened with James? Wasn't he supposed to take you out?"

You huffed as you knew he was going to make fun of you "He canceled on me. Go ahead laugh." The second you found out James would be ditching you, you could already hear Adam's nagging voice.

"Damn that's a low blow. You could always do better anyways." he said with genuine.

You side eyed him, hard. "Thanks, I guess."

The rest of the night was lame. All of your friends were dancing with their dates and you were guarding the girl's purses at the table. That was before Adam plopped on the chair next to you.

"Do you wanna dance?" For knowing Adam most of your life you knew he had to joking.

"Nice try Fantilli." you crossed your arms in annoyance.

"I'm being dead serious."

You gave him a disbelieving look and then he said, "C'mon just one song."

He dragged you to the dance floor and as if it were from a movie scene, the upbeat song changed to a slow one just in time.

"Why are you doing this? You're just going to use this against me in the future." you complained

"You know I'm not a monster right?" he softly guided your arms around the back of his neck.

"I'm still questioning." you shivered as he snaked his hands around your waist.

"Just relax." your head naturally fell on his shoulder.

"I mean the sight of you sitting alone at prom was pretty depressing." he jokes like always

"Okay that's it." you pushed his torso away before he reeled you back in.

"I'm kidding. Every girl should have at least one dance at prom." You stared at each other before you place your head on his shoulder again, "Thanks." you whispered.

Prom night wasn't that bad thereafter.

+++

The last time you saw Adam was graduation and the celebratory parties after. Neither of you discussed prom night, not in a teasing manner or a reminiscent matter either.

Your friend influenced you to follow her to umich because her boyfriend at the time was also going there. They didn't last long, but for the start of the year you had each other. It so happens Adam was also attending umich.

"You know Adam plays hockey here right" your friend asks as you've been trying to do homework in the library.

"I'm aware."

"We should go to a home game."

"Of what?" you were concentrated reading an article for class.

"Of hockey obviously."

"Why would we do that?" your eyes still glued to your laptop.

"To support Adam."

You eyes snapped to your friend.

"And his brother, Luca plays here too." she said as if that were the problem.

"Why would I go see a hockey game, especially if Adam is in it."

"You say that as if you despise his existence."

"Well you're not that far from the truth!"

"You know that's a lie. Adam has always been a friend to us, we essentially grew up together."

"Adam made fun of me all through high school and when I went through puberty." you stated flatly.

"That was Adam being Adam. Plus, he turned your prom night around didn't he?"

"He did." you couldn't ridicule him for that night.

"Then things have changed since then. Let's go the next home game and just see him play. He probably won't see us anyway."

You sighed, "Fine."

You wore your navy umich beanie for school spirit. When you thought of the last time you talked or even saw Adam it had been months. You didn't want to admit it but the thought of seeing him again made you nervous.

You and your friend walked into the arena with linked arms and found your seats in the surprisingly crowed space.

"Do you even know the general rules of hockey?" you asked your friend

"Nope, but a girl can learn!" she said with a hopeful smile.

Soon enough, you would see number 19 on the ice and it was weird seeing him in this setting. Watching him play and he had no idea you were in the stands following his strides.

You and were friend followed the game along, cheering with the crowd and booing with the crowd. The game you so happened to go to was the same game Adam made a goal. You and your friend were stoked, jumping up and down and screaming. You guys won that game. It was exhilarating, especially since you saw Adam make a live goal.

"Okay I will give it to him, that was pretty cool." you rarely complimented him but he deserved it.

"Let's tell him in person! Let's see if we can find him." your friend offered

"Uh no. I didn't agree to that." you quickly declined

"Oh c'mon it will be quick."

You don't know how but y/f/n easily found her way around the backstage of the arena and could sneakily find the back exit. You two waited by the exit waiting for Adam to come out.

"Someone is going to find us and get kick us out." you whispered at your friend.

"Don't look suspicious and we won't."

"As if it's that easy. A security guard is gonna come by and think we're stalkers or something."

"Shush someone is coming." your friend whispered

The two of you could hear footsteps coming around a corner and it was another player, a tall one too. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the two of you awkwardly standing by the door.

"Uh who are you?" he asks

You gave a look to your friend to do the talking, "I'm y/f/n and this is y/n, were friends of Adam and were waiting to congratulate him."

"Wait, you're y/n?" he pointed to you and you nodded.

"The guy never stops talking about you, he should be coming out right now."

Your friend had a huge smile on her face, you on the hand looked dumbfounded. Why the hell would Adam talk about you after not seeing each other for months? You wondered if he was talking shit.

After a few second the tall athlete turns to the hallway, "Hey Adam you have some visitors." he says with a smirk.

Adam turns the corner with a smile, he always has that dumb smile on his face. When his eyes landed on yours his smile impossibly got brighter and to your surprise he ran up to you and bear hugged you.

You grunted when his body impacted you, he pulled away and stepped back admiring the fact that you were standing right in front of him, but also trying to gather his composure.

"Hi" you said with a questioning tone after he hugged you for the first time ever.

"Hi" he said brightly but not as bright before

"Hi y/f/n." he turned to your friend

"Hi Adam" she had a sly smile on face the whole time seeing the scene unfold.

"What are you doing here?" he mainly asked you before your friend could respond

"We thought of seeing you play and supporting you."

"Yeah congrats on the goal." you said with a very small smile.

"You saw my goal?" he asked very enthusiastically

"Yep, it was kind of an empty net but a goal nonetheless." you tried to downplay his work but he saw right through you.

"Yet you came out and saw me play." he had a smirk on his face

"Don't think too highly of yourself Fantilli, it was y/f/n's idea, not mine."

"Still." he whispered between the two of you.

"I'm just going to squeeze past through, I'll see you later." the tall athlete said to Adam before leaving.

"Yeah we should go to y/n, it's getting late and all." your friend tried to end the night as if it were just starting

"Sure" you agreed quickly

"Wait, we should hang out soon. You know like the old days." Adam offered

"Sure Adam, we have your number. Goodnight and congrats again." your friend said as she dragged you through the exit before Adam could get another word in.

+++

"Oh my god, you two are so cute." she said as you walked to the parking lot.

"Please stop with this me and Fantilli narrative, it's never going to happen."

"How can I? Every time you two are together it plays right before my eyes." she says so dramatically

"Adam and I are the bane of each other's existence. The guy doesn't and could never see me in any romantic way. And trust me neither could I." you stated

"You are a foolish girl." your friend whispered to herself. She was going to make this ship happen and prove you wrong.

+++

A few months had passed by and y/f/n's plan was going to be in action very soon.

"So I was thinking the whole gang should come together at my parent's vacation house for the weekend." y/f/n said, "What do you think?"

"Don't these plans usually happen during Spring break?" you asked in a literal sense like you always do.

"Yeah I guess but right before the holidays would be fun too."

"Yeah it does sound fun, we just have to pick a date where everyone is free."

"I already did, everyone is ready and excited." she said calmly.

"Ok...so what weekend is it?" you were shocked that you were the last one to know about these major plans.

"Next weekend, so do your laundry and pack accordingly." she said with a smile on her face

"Okay." you laugh as you think of having a huge sleepover with your friends again

You and y/f/n had gotten the house a few hours before the rest would come to pack the fridge with food and necessities.

"So who is exactly coming?" you asked

"Uh just our regular high school group."

"That's four people, six plus you and me. Cool you and me can have our own room if you want." you said

"Yeah but, I kind of invited my ex." she said slowly

"Now why would you do that y/f/n?" you asked in disappointment

"He called me recently and he wanted to talk again so I said yes." she said with a nervous smile on her face

"You already know how I feel about him so I'm not going to bother. Does this mean I will have my own room?" you pondered as you put a gallon a milk into the fridge.

"Actually, I invited Adam too."

You slowly turned to your friend and she still had that nervous smile on her face. You didn't know what to say, you knew she did this on purpose, you were left speechless.

"Before you get mad, this might finally bring you two together."

"Let me stop you there." you faced your palm to her, "No way in hell am I sharing a bed with Adam Fantilli."

"But-" she started before you waved your hand to shut her up.

A few hours later, everyone had showed up, even Adam to your demise. The first hour was spent catching up and settling in. Then after dinner y'all played board games and watched a movie. It was the end of the first night and it had been fun but the sleeping arrangements were nagging at you.

"So Adam, you and y/n are left to share a room." y/f/n said with hope in her eyes

"We're not sharing a room." you quickly added.

"y/n/n, it's either sleeping on the cold leather couch or in a comfy room." she demanded

You avoided Adam's gaze the whole night and you couldn't stare at him in this moment, he was probably holding in his laugh.

"Oh c'mon it's only a weekend. I just hope you don't snore too loud." he joked

"y/f/n." you whined as if she was your mother and Adam was a bothersome child, he surely acted like it.

"Adam, I trust you will be nice to y/n/n just this once. Y/n/n you too. Your room is down this way. Goodnight." she quickly said before speed walking to her room.

You heavily sigh and look back at Adam. He still has that stupid smile.

"You are too close." you said in the dark tucked under the covers

"Nuh uh, you're the one hogging up all the space."

"You are literally laying down like a fucking star fish. Move over." you pushed him in the torso making him flinch and laugh

"That tickled." He finally curled up like a baby but facing you, clearly flaring his nostrils at your face

"Stop that." You turned facing your back to him.

He followed by turning away to almost falling off the side of the bed. The both of you laid in silence not trying to fall asleep but Adam could feel you shaking.

“Are you cold?” He asked in the dark

“Are you not? It’s freezing in this house.” You shivered under the blankets

“We could cuddle to stay warm” you couldn’t see his face but you knew he had a smirk.

You were tired of being a victim to his games so you played along.

“Okay” you said and moved over to hug his side.

Mr. Confident wasn’t so cocky now, in fact as soon you touched him he froze.

“C’mon Fantilli be a man of your word.” You whispered into his bicep. You hear him gulp and the shakiness in his breath. He maneuvered so he could hold you properly and neither of you were cold anymore.

When you woke up Adam’s leg was draped over your hip and his arm over your waist. When you gained consciousness to realize the sight you started to freak out.

Without any hesitation you tried to sit up to get away from his touch but he just pulled you back in.

“Adam let go.”

“It’s still cold.” He snuggled into your hair and you found yourself rethinking everything. Was this like prom? Just a convenience for the both of you?

He repositioned the blanket over you two neatly and pulled you closer if possible. Your eyes widened at his behavior, wondering if this was a dream.

“Adam?”

“Hm?” You were wondering if he was even awake enough to realize what he was doing.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping you warm.”

“I’m warm now.”

“Thanks to me. Now shush and go back to sleep.”

It was still dark outside and you were still tired so you fell back to sleep.

This time Adam was up before you. Still cuddling your figure but admiring you sleeping face. He thought you felt his gaze because soon you started to wake up. When your eyes met his, you turned around and he just laughed.

“You snore, very loudly.” He said like his usual self.

“I do not snore.” You said defensively but still sleepily

You did snore, very rarely, but it was soft snoring not loud at all but he found it adorable.

He started to trace shapes on your back, sending shivers down your spine

“I thought you hated me.” You said in hopes of trying to grasp this morning’s actions

“I never hated you.”

“Then why do you always tease me and make fun of me?”

“That’s my dumb way of showing affection I guess.”

“Showing affection?”

“Yeah, like cuddling you to sleep.” His hand found your waist again ready to pull back into him

“This is not fair.” Your hand stopped his

“You can’t just treat me like trash my entire life and then butter me up in one night.” You had turned around to face him

“I’m sorry. Getting a reaction out of you was my way of flirting and I know it wasn’t right. Can we start over?” His hand found yours

“I think we already did last night.” you admitted.

“I think you forgave me the second you touched me first.” He really couldn’t give up his teasing behavior.

“If anything Fantilli, you’re all talk and you should be embarrassed that I had to make the first move.” You softly pointed your finger into his chest

“You’re absolutely right. I’ll be better now, no more teasing. I’ll be a man of word starting right now.” he pledge

“Good.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Wow that was blunt.” You giggled at his forwardness

“I want to prove to you that I’m a man of my word starting as soon as possible. So can I?” His hands had already pulled you closer

“You may.”

a/n: this feels like I could have made it as a whole fanfic lmao but no!

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rosie-zia · 9 months

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Luca Kaneshiro x Reader

A/n: After being on hiatus for eight months, I decided to go back and write stories again. This fanfic is an inspiration from Luca Kaneshiro's cover of "Honeymoon Un, Deux, Trois." This is a very long one so I hope you enjoy! :^) Word count: 2.3k+

Luca Kaneshiro was famously known as the evil mafia boss around the city and in the streets. Most people fear Luca because of the stories they have heard about his crime syndicate, but only a few knew he was like every other married man with a wife behind the closed doors of his manor. His beloved spouse was none other than you, Y/n Kaneshiro.

Luca didn’t see himself getting married so soon; however, it all changed when his father laid eyes upon you. You were known as the daughter of an elite mafia boss hailing from another country. Naturally, Luca’s father thought it was a good opportunity to create a strong alliance between two powerful organizations. Thus, a pact was formed and an arranged marriage took place. Despite you and Luca being against this whole ordeal, you two had no other choice but to go through it, and the rest was history. In the beginning of your marriage, it was awkward as you two tried to adjust in spite of the pressure since you and Luca perceived marriage only as business and not as love. If needed, both of you would do your best to present yourselves as husband and wife in front of other mafias at every gathering and every meeting. When you and Luca fully adapted in the ways of matrimonial life, you two ended up catching feelings but were just too scared to tell the other.

Luca saw you as nothing but a simple woman who has been involved with the dark side of the law, but his eyes were slowly opened and realized there was more to you. He highly thinks of you as a sweet lovely lady with kindness and beauty unlike any other. Your simplicity and grace immediately caught his attention that made him fall for you so hard that he feels he lost his breath every time he sees your bright smile. The blonde man doesn’t know how to express his love, so he only does it in which way he knows best: giving you materialistic things. Ever since you married Luca, he often showered you with luxurious gifts that filled your entire room. From small trinkets, expensive clothing, and everything in between. As the recipient of his gifts, you were slightly overwhelmed how your husband provides you such an extravagant lifestyle. It felt like a one-sided marriage for you, so you did your best to be an obedient wife that takes care of the house and his needs while also involving yourself in the mafia business. Even though your marriage with Luca was mostly a smooth sailing, there had been some disputes that happened between you two. Lately, you have gotten yourselves in a heated argument with Luca, and it has been bugging you ever since.

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*Flashback* “Luca, please let me know if you are in a bad condition from your missions. Don't try and hide it from me.” You and Luca are in the bathroom as you tried to tend his wounds carefully with bandages and ointments. He just returned home from another mission and unfortunately got hurt. The blonde man tried to ignore the pain and hide it from you but failed to do so as you caught him red-handed from the moment he stepped into the house. “You don’t have to worry about me, Y/n. I’ll be fine.” “But you are hurt right now, Luca. I worry about you sometimes… you should not let yourself get hurt like this.” Every night, you mostly worry about him whenever he takes dangerous missions in the Kaneshiro mafia to the point you would always pray he will come back safe and sound. Although you sounded genuinely concerned about him, something about it irritated Luca into thinking you didn’t trust him enough to do his work “I said I’ll be fine, Y/n. Geez, you’re making me sound like I’m just a kid. You have no idea on what it is like to be in my position. Just mind your business will you?” This led you two to argue for thirty minutes straight until he had enough and walked out. He may have looked irritated but deep inside, he felt like he hurt you. He ended up realizing that you were just looking out for him, but it was too late to take everything back. In that moment, he knew he had to make things right before it was too late.

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After thinking about the events that happened that night, you were immediately snapped back to reality as one of Luca's men laid a ball gown with other fancy accessories that complimented the dress. "Greetings, Mrs. Kaneshiro. I was given an order from the boss to deliver his present to you. He wants to be present for the ball this evening. It will start in a few hours, and Mr. Kaneshiro will be escorting you to the party."

His bodyguard bowed down in respect and walked out the room to leave you alone to prepare for the ballroom party that will be hosted by Luca himself. You have no idea what is the special occasion celebrated in this event, but you assumed it was just a simple gathering to get more influential connections in the mafia.

You don't feel like going to that party, but Luca's small lion cub, Augustus, helps you raise up your spirits as he lets out small growls.

"You're so lucky that you don't have to attend a party with so many people. I wish I could just stay with you in bed."

You gently pet Augustus in which he gives out one of his toothy smiles. You knew very well that not showing up at the party is clearly not an option. Not wasting anymore time, you started your makeup routine to look good for the party. You're just hoping for the best that you will survive at the end of the day.

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You and Luca arrived at the ballroom before the event started as you two waited for the guests to arrive and made sure everything was in order. As always, you two will put up a face as a married couple in front of all the mafias who will be attending this gathering. One by one, you both greeted all of the guests with a smile on your faces while linking arms with each other. It may look like you and Luca are the perfect married couple and yet you both still did not resolve the argument that happened yesterday. You sighed to yourself and let Luca properly welcome the guests in his honor. When all of the guests had arrived, Luca clinked his glass to get everyone's attention. "Good evening, dear friends and loved ones, and thank you for attending tonight's ball here in my manor. I just want to celebrate a very special occasion that is very important to me. I do hope you all enjoy this night. May the party commence!"

As Luca finished his speech, all of the mafias and other guests talked away and enjoyed the party in their own ways. The gathering felt lively under the bright lights of the chandeliers in the ballroom. With the lively aura in the party, you're still confused on the special event Luca failed to specifically mention. You stayed beside Luca as he conversed with other mafia bosses until you felt like you're out of place. You excused yourself from Luca, and went somewhere else to get a breather and away from the crowd. The party was still going, and Luca can't help but steal glances once in a while to see how you are doing. He sees you by the balcony being alone by yourself with a glass of champagne in your hand. Luca knew how you can't deal with handling big crowds like this, but something about you was different from the way you look. He may be oblivious to most things but his thoughts went back to yesterday's fight, and he takes the blame for not considering your feelings.

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After hours of dancing and drinking among the guests, the guests waved goodbye to you two and went to their respective homes. Finally, all of the guests have left, and you went back inside to close the lights in the ballroom and call it a night. The grand mechanized clock chimes to let you know it was quarter to midnight, giving you the signal to close the ballroom doors. Before you even got the chance to do so, you heard the orchestra on your left begin to play their instruments, producing an enchanting-like melody. You were about to stop them but you caught something from the corner of your eyes. Lo and behold, it was your husband by the grand staircase in all of his glory.

The heels of his shoes clicked as he made his way towards you. Something about him right now feels different than he usually carries himself. His lavender eyes seem more gentle, his outfit exactly matches the gold accents of your dress, and his overall appearance was much more dazzling compared to what he looked like during the party earlier.

Luca bowed slightly and brought the back of your hand against his lips to give it a small kiss which made you a bit flustered by the gesture. He uttered a few words that made you caught in a trance from how his voice dripped like honey.

"My dearest and beloved wife, shall we dance?"

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Before you can properly process his words, Luca gently grabs you by the waist and sways you along with the music, taking the lead between you two. You let his fingers entwine with yours, and his hand fitted perfectly, letting your bodies become one. Under the dim lights in the ballroom, his features radiated perfectly, capturing the essence of the mafia boss before you. He also starts to sing along with the instrumental playing in the background in a foreign language you've never heard him speak before.

You may not understand most of the words he's singing, but you felt addicted to his voice like he was casting you under a deep spell you cannot ever break free from. It felt like a fairytale as he pulls you in twists and turns, also letting you have your way in the waltz of love. Every step you both took, you both were in sync with the song he's singing.

Never in your dreams he would act genuinely romantic towards you. This was the side of Luca you thought you would never witness, and here you are dancing with your husband in this empty ballroom. The moonlight illuminates the golden hues of the marble tiles beneath you two which makes it the perfect night for lovers exactly like you and Luca.

As he finishes up his song, he romantically dips you, and then pulls you back up. You wished it lasted longer, but you redirected your attention to Luca once more when you felt his fingers caress your hair to the side of your face.

"Y/n, I just want to apologize for last night. I'm sorry for being a jerk and not considering your feelings. I should have let you know that I took dangerous missions like these in the mafia. Could you forgive me?"

He says as he looks at you directly with tears in his eyes that are threatening to spill in a moment. With a sigh, you managed to forgive him.

"Alright, I forgive you, Luca. If you're hurt, please let me tend to your wounds after your mission, is that clear?

"Yes, I promise, Y/n..."

You both laugh while basking in each other's presence. It didn't take long before your laughter became silence... and silence became awkwardness. You knew you had to do something, so after debating with yourself, you decided to break the silence between you two.

"T-thank you for the lovely dance this evening. I still don't get why you hosted a party without any special occasion."

Up until now, you still don't know what the celebration was all about, to which Luca only replied with a smile on his face.

"It's our first wedding anniversary, Y/n. I thought I could celebrate it with you."

Hearing Luca's response made you so embarrassed and flushed that you forgot it has been one year ever since you married Luca. Now it was your turn to apologize to him.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Luca. I didn't know it was today. I have completely forgot about it, I-"

Your husband just chuckled and placed a finger on your lips, shushing you and stopping you from rambling such nonsense.

"It's alright. I know you don't see our marriage in a romantic sense but I wanted to tell you that I love you. I'm glad that I have you as my lovely wife."

He then proceeds to cup your face with his hand and pulls you by the waist with his other arm as he plants a chaste kiss on your lips. When you two pulled away, you ended up confessing how much you love him as well.

"I love you too, Luca. I'm also glad that I married you. You will always have my heart."

At that moment, you felt your hearts have become one. From this day forward, the marriage you have with Luca has gotten stronger from just business to pure and unadulterated love. Feeling so many positive emotions all at once, you just held him close to you just savoring this moment.

"Shall we dance the night away one more time, my lady?"

"Yes, Luca, we shall."

The grand clock chimed once more, telling you both it has struck midnight, but you just stayed there with the prince of your dreams without a care in the world and living the fairytale you truly deserve.

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A/n: Thank you so much for reading this fanfic, and yes, I do Luxiem fanfics and possibly other Nijisanji members. I'm trying to explore and write more characters. If you liked this one, I might probably write more in the future, but it might take a while since I'm busy with school and other things. If you wish to chat me and give me some ideas for future fanfics like this, I would gladly accept them. See you in the next fanfic! ^^ - Rosie Zia

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rltxdd · 7 months

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English:

Hi guys 😺 you already have part 3 of the comic, I don't know if I should continue it since it would only be like a headcanon for the Warner brothers to see Bugs (Lucas or both of them 🤨) as a father figure and then it would be a short comic, tell me if you want whether it continues or not.

Also, I may ask questions and answers...it would be your decision HAHAHA

Spanish:

Buenass gente 🤓☝️, ya tienen la parte 3 del cómic, no sé si continuarla ya que solo sería como un headcanon de que los hermanos Warner vieran a Bugs (Lucas o ambos 🤨) como una figura paterna y entonces sería un cómic corto, diganme si quieren que continue o no.

Además puedo hacer preguntas y respuestas...sería su decisión JAJAJA

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dylansslutt · 2 years

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secret / t.s

Warnings: peaky blinders...smut

Summary: being close friends throughout child led to some hot tension, but thomas gets sent away to war. what happens when he gets back?

requested from the lovely // @mrkdvidal1989 \\

Growing up best friends with ada and the shelbys brought a lot of adventure into your life. Small Heath wasn’t like London, so being around their family gave something new.

Thomas, John, and Arthur were the older brothers. You and John were close in age, allowing you both to become closer.

Arthur was very much an older brother to you. Always looking out for you, messing with you, or bugging you. You enjoyed it though considering your an only child.

Thomas on the other hand… things were a bit different. The first time you met he called you a foul name and you hit him. Now you two were friends but there was still a few moments.

“who’s this ada?” a brown hair boy spoke up from behind us, trailing along two other boys. your eyes flicker back to the girl in confusion, “oh hush, tommy. this is my friend y/n.”

he now stood closer a very noticeable height difference, but you just stare up at him. “ya’ can find better friends, ada.” he snickers making you glare. without a beat you kick the boy in the leg, shoving him backwards to land on his bum.

standing above him with a smirk, “maybe ya’ should mind ya’ business, ‘tommy’.” snickers fills your ears, ada pulling you into a hug.

“like a sister i never got.” you just laugh along, watching the other brothers laugh at the fact a girl beat him. instead of being mad though, tommy stood up and walked forward.

expecting a hit of some sort, you were confused at no force. instead he stuck his hand out, “thomas shelby, i apologize.”

a small smile slips across your lips, hands connecting you shake. “y/n y/l/n, apology accepted.”

you and tommy grew close for many years until you started getting closer to age. more distant and moody, even got a girlfriend so you two barely spoke besides maybe at school or the house.

You were walking with ada, heading back to her house. giggling at her joke, you notice a familiar figure not too far ahead.

“Hey Lucas!” You call out cheerfully. Lucas was a year older, nice kid. You two tend to chat every now and then, since he lives nearby.

“Oi, hi.” He waves sheepishly, stopping to allow you two to catch up.

Ada was the first to speak, “how are ya’?”

You three walk in sync down the road, ada’s home only a few houses down. “I’m alright, headed home.”

“The sky is getting dark, I bet it’ll rain.” Your mention brings both their heads toward the sky., just as we reach the Shelby home and you wave off Lucas.

“Bye Lucas!”

You both enter the home, soft chatter in the air. You walk pass Finn, giving him a soft kiss on the head.

“Who’s the boyfriend y/n?”

Tommy’s voice makes your head snap up. You glare at the boy, standing up from Finn. Ada stifles her giggle, already knowing how it’s going to play out.

Your mother also happened to be best friends with aunt Polly, but she passed away last year. Two days after your 14th birthday. It was horrible, you spent days alone in the bed.

Luckily Ada was a good friend and helped during that awful time period. She still helps considering you mainly stay at her home more than your own.

Since your mother’s passing... your father hasn’t been the same. Barely working, always drinking. He never got abusive but he did say awful things. but that was similar to Mr.Shelby, their father. He was just the same, until a few months ago when he left the home. Leaving everyone to mainly fend for themselves, beside Polly being in a sort of control.

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

John snickers with his mouth full half a biscuit in hand, your eyes flicker to him. “Oh, you be quiet!”

He stops laughing as he sees your expression, Tommy just stood in the doorway, smirk placed on his face at your reaction.

You decide to just leave it, not let it get to you. He always did this, anytime he saw you speak to another boy. It was irritating, especially when he had a girlfriend.

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A few months has gone by, and the boys enlisted in the army. It was a sad day, for mainly Polly and Ada. Yet you felt it too, these boy were your family.

standing at the train station, staring teary eyed as Ada hugs John. Arthur walks towards you, enveloping you into a hug.The tears fell softly down your cheeks.

“be safe, please.” You mutter against his chest.

“I’ll come home y/n/n. Don’t y’a worry.” He let’s you go turning towards Ada, you looking towards John.

He swoops you up into a bear hug, spinning you slightly. squealing softly, a smile spreads on your face as your feet hit the ground.

After a quick look into his eyes you softly cry. “Oh John.” He pulls you close rubbing your back.

“I’ll write to ya’. I’ll write to ya’ as much as possible.” You mutter pulling back as John smiles and pokes you.

“Y’a better, or when I get home I’ll kill y’a.” He tries to make light of the situation but the sight of you in tears made him sad.

Johns eyes glance over to someone before back to yours, “imma say bye to pol.”

You nod, stepping back wiping your cheeks. As he walks away he was quickly replaced. “Tommy.”

His expression was unreadable, “ya’ gonna write me too?”

You smile softly, “is tommy asking me to write him letters?”

He breaks his stoic look, a smile appearing. “I mean…”

You step forward, your arms swooping around his waist. It was only a second before his arms wrap around you, his scent filling your nostrils.

“Be safe, Tommy.” A silent tear slips out, you lift your head up to look into his eyes. “Come back home to me.”

He wipes your tear from your face, staring back down at you. “I will, I promise.”

It was very rare Thomas ever promised anything, but with you he always kept them. Like the day you found a baby bird, Tommy promised he wouldn’t kill it. Instead built a little nest for it, making you happy.

You stood beside Ada, waving the boys off as they get on the train. The day leading into a different life for the three of you women.

a few months have passed, you picking up a job at a bread store. money was tight and with no children, work was all you had.

your father became ill, you moving back into the house with him. with the stress of him, along with making sure the remaining shelby’s were alright. you still managed to find time to write to the boys, praying for their safe return.

not knowing they wont return as themselves, only the surviving part.

time passed and so did your father. now an orphan, you sold the home and moved in within the residence alongside ada and pol. you three being each others comfort, helping with the children and house care.

You working at the bread store helped a lot, to help make extra cash on the side. That’s where you ended up meeting timothy, he was sweet don’t get me wrong.

He would walk you home after work, get you flowers, compliments… but it just didn’t feel right. Yet you were lonely in this time so you carried on with it.

“Goodnight tim!”

You kiss his cheek with a dear smile on your face. Anytime now the boys should be arriving back home. It’s been a long time, you aching for the return of them instead of the letters. You wrote to Thomas, but John just added his hello in his letters instead.

Unsettling disappointment left over you from that. Wishing he would’ve sent just a single letter. Turning around you enter the home, confusion taking place at the sound of laughter and clinks.

“Is there a birthday I’m unaware of?” Throwing your coat on the couch, rounding about into the kitchen. Just to have your heart drop at the sight of the three boys/men who were before you.

“Oi, are y’a’ serious?” Tears forming as you let out a small shaky laugh. Johns the first to come scooping you up, embracing the smell of smokes and his scent.

“Missed ya’ love.” He whispers in your ear, smooching your cheek. Giggling leaning back, Arthur’s arms wrapping you up in a deep hug.

“Ahhh, even more beautiful than before!” You pat his back, “oh hush!” Your eyes catching pols who was more than enjoyed to see the reunion of the family.

Your eyes landed on Thomas, breathe hitching in your throat. it’s been a few years since those deep blue eyes have been seen. without a blink you rush forward embracing him.

he was stiff at first, hugging you was different. neverless his arms wrap around you, holding you close for a good moment.

You pull back as his eyes mimic yours, so much to say but no words to come out. “Missed ya’ tom.”

Without a word you made way towards the bottle on the table, stealing a glass and pouring yourself out one.

“To the boys, or so I say men now!” Everyone laughed and cheered on with you.

The night was black, stars shining bright as ever. You sat outside smoking alone, a glass in hand. All the guys showing back up brought up a lot of emotions.

So silence was the best way to try and free your mind. Being out here alone has become a routine, that soon would be interrupted.

“Y’a’ like the quiet, I remembered that.” Thomas voice broke your train of thought, head whipping around to see him with his own smoke. shaking your head as soft laugh escaping you.

“sorry, i just...” you couldn’t find the right words, everything still scattering throughout your mind.

he sits down beside you, “trust me, love, i feel ya’ on that.” silence took over, only interrupted when tommy hands over a smoke. you gratefully accept before asking him the one question you’ve asked yourself these few years.

“why didn’t ya’ write me, tommy?” the crack in your voice was soft, but he still detected it, while clearing his throat shrugging.

“i couldn’t.”

he couldn’t? really?

“what happened thomas?” you grab his hand but he flinches back slightly, staring deeply into your eyes.

“a lot, y/n. a lot fuckin’ happened and i don’t wanna talk about it.” shock by the harshness, you stood up and walked inside. ignoring the rest of the group and headed straight to the small room in the back, since the boys were back.

flickering the smoke out, and gulping the rest of the liquor in your glass. shoving yourself under the covers to block out the emotions ready to spill from you. knowing sleep is the best option instead.

and when you got like this, everyone knew to leave you be.

the next day you were up and out of the house before the others. deciding to stop by the garrison for an early drink, you had work later and you knew tim was gonna try to see you at some point.

and for some strange reason that’s the last thing you wanted, except your head was spinning last night. thomas never escaped your thoughts, constant reminder of what you tried to keep away.

“hey, harry.” the man smiled at the sound of your voice. coming closer to the bar, sliding your coat off. “hi darlin’, not workin’ today?”

shaking your head you sit down, “no i do, just need a drink is all.” he stayed quiet and poured out a glass. he knew the boys were back and how close you were to the shelby’s.

hell you were practically a shelby.

sliding over the glass, you quickly empty the contents. “one more please.”

as you hand back over the glass, the doors swing open. not really shocked since the whole towns been buzzing since everyone has gotten back. except it made you curious when harry shifted slightly, making you glance back seeing thomas.

rolling your eyes instead slipping the glass back in your hand, taking a sip this time. his presence now beside you made the heat rise within you, the familiar scent of his smokes and smell filled your nostrils.

“we should talk.” not expecting that you down the rest of your drink, glancing at the clock with a sigh of internal relief.

grabbing your coat and throwing down a few coins, you turn towards thomas. “later thomas, i’ve got work.”

as you go to walk off his hand grasps your bicep, stopping you in your tracks. “well, i’ll walk ya’ to work then.”

you shake your head, stubborn as ever still. you motion him forward allowing him to open the door, stepping out on the street. “i heard about ya’ dad, im sorry about that.”

the fact he brought it up almost made you cry, but you just shrug not bothering to answer. continuing down the road not too far from the shop, thomas speaks again.

“things are about to start changin’ around here, y/n.” the words made your eyes turn to his. “what do ya’ mean about to change?”

he sighs pulling out a smoke, bringing it to his lips. “we’re back, so that means family business is goin’ to change.” biting your lip, you just nod. knowing thomas already has some plan cooked up in his mind.

“well that wasn’t much of a talk, but i’ll see ya’ later tom.” giving him a soft nod entering through the front door. thomas watches as your hair bounces effortlessly walking inside, or how the smile on your face lifted the room of the place.

polly filled him in on everything, and he wasn’t the same person. yet he knew for sure , y/n would be taken care of, personally by himself. hearing about her ‘boyfriend’ thomas was for sure gonna be keeping an eye on you, especially the type of back ground he has.

the day went by faster than expected, allowing you to be off before the sunsets. wrapping your coat around you, as well as grabbing the small bag you turn back to mrs.lancey.

“goodnigh’, see ya’ tomorrow!” you wave her bye as you leave the building, the air now cooler than earlier. usually tim walked you home, so you glance around for the familiar face.

“y/n!” eyes catching his you give a soft smile, he comes closer giving you a big smooch. the sudden kiss made you uncomfortable, quickly pulling away with a small smile.

“uh-hi.” you laugh awkwardly as he smiles down at you. “how was work?” his arm slips around you as you both head towards your home.

biting your lip, you shrug “same old stuff...” you didnt know why you felt so weird all of a sudden, even though you had no reason too. though the thoughts of tommy filled your imagination, it should be him walking you home. his arms around you.

shaking your head, you move away from timothy. “oi, i forgot my family is home, i haven’t told anyone about um... us?” the words escape your lips as he looks down at you confused.

“well, i don’t want you to be alone.” you pat his chest softly, “i appreciate it, really, but i’ll be fine.”

with a small smile you turn away from him, deep guilt filling your chest. you quickly fumble inside the bag around you for a cigarette, quickly grabbing one along with a match.

your shaky hands lit the smoke, inhaling it deeply. how could you still have feelings for him? after so long you thought they’d disappear, instead only resurfacing faster than normal.

the house came into view leaving you with an uneasy feeling. getting closer you open the door, the kitchen light up. ada was at freddie’s, already knowing it since she’s been dreaming of him for the last few years.

you threw your coat over the hook, heading towards the kitchen. thomas and pol sat at the table, glasses in hand. “ello’ love, how was work.”

you sit between them, stealing thomas’s empty glass pouring yourself out one. “fine.” her eyes rake over you, noticing the stress evident. you swallow the liquor allowing the burning feel rake down your throat. you inhale the smoke once more before tossing it out.

glancing between the two, you decide not to question it. “since the boys are home and the family business is back up, does that mean i need to go ahead and quit me job?”

the question more so directed towards thomas, but polly spoke up. “not if ya’ don’t want too, ya’ aren’t forced into this.”

that comment made you giggle, leaning to grab the bottle again. “please pol, imma’ shelby with or without the name.”

taking the full glass, sipping half of it down. “well it’s settled, you’ll quit tomorrow. there’s a family meetin’ tomorrow, presence is a order.” with that he was gone, making your eyes flicker over to pol.

“what is it?”

you hated how easily she read you, like a mother with a child. a sigh escapes your lips as you bring up your knees, “i gotta break up with tim.”

she smirks making you roll your eyes, “stop with that.”

you bring the glass up to your lips finishing it as pol lights up her own smoke, “ya’ a smart gal, don’t know why ya’ stressing.”

pushing yourself up, you look down at her. “my mind doesn’t shut off, pol.”

with that you head upstairs, you had a few stuff still in thomas room. which was the bed you slept in while they were gone, so you open the door without thinking.

“oh, im sorry.” thomas was shirtless and you quickly turn away. “i’m not naked, y/n. ya’ can look.” he announces making your cheeks heat up.

“shutup.” you mutter softly, looking around for your stuff instead of the toned body in front of you. eyes catching the hairbrush, book, matches, and pencils on the side table.

“there it is.” you walk forwards grabbing the stuff. “so ya’ slept in here, while we were away?” his voice distracts you, the pencils slipping from your grasp spreading across the floor.

“yea, your bed was comfy.” dropping to your knees gathering the pencils up. glancing up at thomas who was already staring down at you.

“ya’ got a boyfriend.” that wasn’t a question, so you push yourself up. looking in his eyes still you give him a confused glance. “yea’, why does it matter?”

“i though’ ya’ was smart, y/n.” he shakes his head making you more confused. “the hell ya’ talking about tom?”

dropping the pencils back on the desk, you turn back towards him. “timothy ravikolsik is his real name, a certain person who is in on the people who are against us!”

the anger in his voice made you jump back, bumping into the desk pencils dropping at your feet again. rolling your eyes at the scene you just glare up at him, “are we really goin’ to try to take this that far?”

his eyes match yours, tone shifting “why would i make this up? you’re the one sleeping with him.”

you try to fight back but it makes more sense, always trying to come over, always asking weird questions. overly nice. everything was weird.

tears fill your eyes but your harshly blink them away, “oh fuck ya’ tommy! always gotta blame me for some shit.” you brush past him, heading towards the back room not even bothered about your stuff.

tears brim your eyes and you collapse against the bed. you wanted to break up because you still had feelings, but now everything thing was worst. thomas and you aren’t the same and timothy was a lying bastard.

the next morning waking up it felt as everything changed, something shifted and the energy felt different... yet not bad. deciding today since the boys were back and less stress on you, things were gonna go in a different routine.

you stand in front of the small mirror, staring long and deep at your reflection. ignoring the thoughts, you pull out one of your favorite dresses. which has only been worn twice, you slip it on.

it was a soft floral pattern, the nicest dress you owned. turning back you slip on your shoes before glancing back in the mirror, a small smile evident. slipping out the door and down the stairs, noise could be heard.

turning into the kitchen, john and arthur stood place near the sink as thomas, pol, and ada sat at the table. eyes flicker in your direction, john with wide eyes, arthur who looks a little out of place, and thomas who was unreadable.

“mornin’, what is ya’ lots discussing?” easing in you snatch a small biscuit from the table. ada and you make eye contact which makes you wiggle your eyebrows towards her, her rolling her eyes in response.

“family meetin’ is at the shop, later after noon.” arthur spoke up towards you, softly smiling at him. “alrigh’, well i’ve got a busy day. see ya’ later.”

with that you snatch your coat and head out the door. you decide to stop by work first, to let them know you’ll be back at home again. praying you don’t run into tim, today you couldn’t face that topic.

after leaving the shop, you head over to the garrison before the family meeting. without even looking up at the bar as you walk in, “harry!” you call out but get shocked.

a pretty blonde stood behind the bar, “harry just stepped out back, can i get ya’ anything?” the irish accent was easily detected.

“a bottle of dark rum. and a glass for right now.” sitting down at the bar, you shuffle through your bag for your smokes. smiling once finding them, you place one between your teeth lighting it.

the bottle and glass was placed before you, “that’ll be a shilling.” narrowing your eyes up at her, you lean forward.

“what’s ya’ name?”

“grace.”

you open the bottle, pouring yourself out a glass. “well grace, since ya’ new i’ll let it slide. but i don’t pay for my drinks... ever.”

with that being said you lean back and swallow down the liquor, “y/n!”

your eyes land on harry, face lighting up. “i see ya’ got a newbie.” you call out still staring the girl in the face. “ah, yes y/n this is grace. grace anything she wants is on the house!”

her eyes widen slightly and just nods softly. “well i got family business to attend too, but grace?”

her head turns towards you, “if ya’ not a whore, this is the wrong place love.” and with that you slip the bottle and glass into your hands and turn to leave. something with her didn’t sit right with you...

after the meeting you decide to just go home, the information was exhausting and the shared bottle was not enough. you enter thomas room, dropping to your knees pulling out the few bottles you hid under the bed.

managing to successfully avoid timothy today was nice though, not able to deal with that stress. you head back to the kitchen pulling out a glass, sitting down at the kitchen.

lighting a smoke as you pour out a glass, a knock rang through. sighing figuring one of the boys forgot the key, you grab the drink and walk towards the door.

“ya’ better st- timothy?” that was the last thing you were expecting. he stood in front of you, a undecided look on his face.

“wh-what are ya’ doing here?” now stepping out and closing the door, you look around to make sure no one was walking to the house.

“what am i doin’? ya’ been gone all day i was worried.” his voice raised making you look at him with a glare.

“oh, i bet ya’ were!”

his eyes furrow, “tim ya’ need to leave.” you sigh pleading that he goes. instead he just rolls his eyes.

“what’s goin’ on?”

you finally look in his eyes, “i-i can’t do this anymore... i-it’s over.” wishing you could scream at him but you knew it was better not to bring up the new found information.

you go to grab the door handle but his hand grasps your arm, “ya’ can’t do that now, i’ve given ya’ everything!” the glass slips and breaks beneath your feet.

he was so harsh, never seeing him like this before. “let go, tim. ya’ hurtin’ me!” his grip grows stronger making you thrash, slapping him across the face. he stumbles back as you let out a deep breathe. stepping back but stepping on some glass.

“ya’ better leave, now!” you fall back onto the floor with a small whimper, the man now hovering over you as you rip the glass from your foot. not even trying to bother about him.

“when a women says leave, ya’ should leave.” thomas voice appeared from behind tim, making you jump. your eyes landing on his slightly scared but keeping a brave face.

tim looks back at him before turning back to you. a laugh erupts from him, “oh, i see i see. ya’ a whore, this the man ya’ been fuckin’? when ya’ told me ya’ was a virgin!”

you now were back to your feet, catering to your good leg. your hands hold onto the wall as his eyes flash with anger, before his hand makes contact with your cheek.

body flying sideways into the wall. in a blur thomas was on top of him, hat slashing his face. you hold your face, a little dizzy from the contact but you push yourself up. ignoring the pain you look up at the scene before you.

“tommy!” you scream out trying to move forward but john and arthur show up just in time. they pull him off, thomas yelling out orders as you stand by the front door scared shitless. his eyes land back on you and his demeanor shifts. he walks forward hands grabbing your face softly, “are ya’ okay?”

his eyes look down seeing you bloody, without a thought he scoops you up moving inside the house. he sets you on the couch, pushing yourself up with your elbows.

“tom, just get me a rag and alcohol. i can do it.” ignoring him he looks over your foot, before grabbing the nearby alcohol, pouring it on the small cuts. you hiss out as he places the rag against it, grabbing the alcohol and taking a big gulp as thomas finishes up.

“thank ya.” his eyes meet yours, his expressions always unreadable. he just nods, “do ya’ want me to help ya’ to your room?”

shaking your head you sit up, “no, i will be fine.” as you stand it felt like you stood up to fast, head spinning you almost fall but thomas catches you.

“not fine.” he mutters but you just push him away and sit back down, his eyes flickering over the very deep red mark thats covering your cheek. he felt more anger rise to him, wishing he told the boys to allow him to have the final blow.

he pushes that thought away as you sat before him, “i wasn’t lying y/n, it’s not as safe anymore.” your eyes flicker up towards him.

“it’s never been.” your cheek dully ached and you were exhausted. not expecting to deal with such chaos, you lean back more into the cushion.

“you’re still a virgin... sorry for-” you wave him off not even worried about halving this type of talk. of course he knew because you’d question him about certain things. i mean he was your first kiss.

“tommy, im not having this conversation tonight. im goin’ to bed.” you get up slower this time, happy to not be dizzy. limping forward you glance back at the man.

“thank ya’, though.” with that you walk off not waiting for his response, everything has changed. your heart felt heavy along with your eyes and all you wanted to do was sleep.

the next day you woke up late, everyone already gone beside polly and finn. you were dressed fine, just trying to be careful with your foot. as you reach downstairs pol comes out of the blue.

“oh dear, your cheek.” her eyes soften and she places a hand on your cheek. you smile softly shrugging her off.

“im fine. not like i haven’t taken a hit before.” moving over you kiss finn on top of the head. “mornin’ love.”

“mornin’ y/n/n.”

you look back at pol, “did he kill em’?” the question was subtle and she just nods. you just nod back before heading to the door, swooping your bag off the hook.

“ill be back later.” as polly goes to stop you, you slam the door taking off with a slight limp. it’s boring to have quit my job, but you knew you would be needed at the shop. instead you go back to the garrison, already feeling the need to drink.

the door swings open eyes flickering over a few men, ignoring them you focus in on grace and thomas conversating. “a glass of whiskey please.” interrupting the two, thomas eye’s flicker towards you.

“ya’ supposed to be home.” you scoff at that and wait for the glass. she places it in front of you glancing over at tom before walking away.

“care to explain the extent of how dangerous this is really gonna get?” thomas was lying about something, and you wanted the truth.

grabbing your arm, he leads you into the private room. “fuck y/n.” your eyebrows furrow, “what? im part of this, i’ve got the right to know.”

he stills, “a shipment i had coming got switched... we got a truckload of guns.” your eyes widen not expecting that. “shit thomas.”

“they’re safe. arthur has been keepin’ a eye out on them.” you swallow the entire drink in one sip, allowing the information to process.

“who all knows.” you stare down at him hard, he swallows thickly.

“just the ones who need to know, look i’ve gotten this taken care of. i need ya’ help with the bets, dont worry about this.” he tries to convey to you as you set the empty glass on the table.

“i’ll take care of the fuckin’ bets, tom. just don’t give in too easily.” you bring up the girl on the other side, but he stands confused.

“what do you mean?” you roll your eyes at him, standing up. “love, ya’ idiot.” you walk out deciding to help out the shop instead of thinking how grace looked at him.

everything was getting to you.

it was now late and it was just you in the shop, thomas was in his office. honestly forgetting he showed back up you finish the last paper of arthurs mistakes. he cant do math for the life of him.

the sound of thomas office door shutting made you jump, “jesus.” you let out a small shaky laugh at the sight of him. “nearly gave me a heart attack!”

for a small second you saw the old smile come back, but his face was blank again. “what ya’ still doin’ here so late?”

setting the paper aside, you get up grabbing your stuff together. “arthur’s math is worst than i thought, spent a few hours to fix some stuff.” shrugging your coat on you grab your bag.

“yea, he was never the best at it.” his remark made you laugh as you go to walk forward, foot catching on the leg of the chair. stumbling forward straight into thomas, who luckily was stable to keep you both upright.

“sorry.” you push against his chest, looking up into the deep blue eyes. his gaze made your cheeks heat up, “always savin’ ya.”

the comment alone made you feel something, so you push away from him. clearing your throat as you fiddle with the button on your sleeve. “i’ve saved ya’ too, mister. don’t forget.”

he continues his gaze, “how could i, if you always reminding me?” his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, that movement was something to push the words out.

“tommy?” your eyes now drift between his lips and eyes. he hums softly as you to grew closer in space. “kiss me.”

without a hesitation, his lips land on yours. they were soft but the kiss was more, his hands around your cheeks, before moving to your waist pulling you closer to him. your hands were on his shoulders before sliding around his neck.

he backs you onto the desk, legs spread so he could stand between. “tommy.” you moan out as his kisses down your neck. his hands gripping your waist even tighter, “i fuckin’ missed ya.”

the confession mumbled against your skin, made your heart jump. afraid he could hear it you pull him up to your lips, a soft kiss planted on his lips before you pull away.

“i want you, tommy.” you gulp as you stare into his eyes, they were darker than before. “now?”

“now.”

your arms went back around his neck as he swoops everything off the desk, laughter fills the air. “tom, the mess!”

“fuck it.” his lips trail down, his arms start to remove your shirt. the object landing on the floor, as he kisses your breast. you gasp at the feeling of his tongue swirling your nipple, it made your stomach warm.

your hands now in his hair as he kisses your hem, instead of pulling the skirt down. he drops to his knees, pushing the skirt up and pulling your panties down.

getting nervous you lift up on your elbows, “tom- oh god.” he licks your center, the feeling has your head falling back. still sitting up allows him to get a good look at your face as he continues.

a finger slips in after a few minutes, your legs start to quiver as they were places over his shoulders now. his pace was fast yet steady, the sound of your moans and the wetness fill the rooms. thomas slips in another making your hands shoot in his hair, “fu-fuck.”

you try pushing him away, but his hand grabs your wrist. holding them tight as his other hand continues the motions. you come undone the wetness running down thomas chin.

“holy...” you let out a heavy breathe, as thomas stands up tucking your panties in his pocket. “w-what are ya’ doin’?”

his hands pull your skirt down, before pulling you up. his lips land on yours again deep and messy. “ya’ thought id fuck ya’ here? for your first time.”

the question made you shrug, feeling at complete bliss right now. “no i want your face buried in the sheets.” that statement had you standing on your wobbly legs, his arm around your waist slips down to your ass. gripping it firmly before placing another kiss to your lips.

“wait, wait.” you giggle leaning back but getting a little more serious, breathe evening out. “i dont want this to-uh fuck up anything between us.”

waiting for a response, maybe him getting scared. you reach down to grab your shirt, sliding your arms through. instead of allowing you to fully button the shirt, he pulls you close heading towards the door.

“nothin’ to fuck up, love. its gettin’ late.” he opens the door for you, locking it back.he car was right outside and he opened the side door open for you to get in.

sliding to the other side he hops in and starts the car, the night was much colder and your hands were freezing. his hands grab yours before blowing on them, rubbing them to warm up.

you sink more comfortably beside him, him placing a soft kiss on your head as he takes you two home.

“oh god, remember when it was my 17th birthday?” you randomly bring up out the blue, a soft chuckle immediately escapes him.

“ya’ fell straight into the pond for that picture.” you laugh beside him before gasping, “i gave ya’ that picture! ya probably lost it by now.” sighing in defeat but he interjects.

“no, i still have it...” you look up at him in shock, “after all this time?”

“you’re always on my mind, y/n.” the confessions that keep coming out are just making this like a fairy tale. “i w-waited for ya’ to write me, why didn’t ya?“

he sighs jaw clenching slightly making you lean out of his embrace, “the war um, i did things y/n. thing’s i dont exactly wanna talk about and i couldn’t bear promisin’ ya’ i’ll be home, if i wouldn’t.”

you sit quiet at that, allowing the information to process. “i guess i’ll forgive ya’.” he parks in front of the house before looking over at me an unreadable expression.

opening the door, he steps out allowing you to slide out. “y/n.“ his voice halts your movements, the ache in your foot was noticeable now. you give him a confused glance.

“stay with me tonight?” he walks forward and you nod,

“of course.” it came out as a whisper as he looks down at you, feeling nervous again. his hand swoops up cupping your cheek, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

he leans down slowly, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips. “i told ya’, you’ll always be my girl.”

“my girl.” pinkies slid into each other as you promised each other, you were 15 and he was 17. the silly promise you made that you’ll be eachothers. now it still held to be true.

now i didn’t write the full smut before bc i couldn’t tell if i should’veeeee so lmk

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incorrectquoteslooneytuneslatino · 2 years

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*Después de que despidieran a Lucas*

Bugs: No, no, no, no, no, no, no te… Te aseguro que te equivocas, Lucas esta bien. Lucas esta aquí conmigo.

Speedy: ¡Eres un mentiroso!

Bugs: No Speedy… Lucas, ven acá dile a los Tunes que no, que no estas muerto.

Lucas: (se rehusa a salir al escenario).

Bugs: Un segundo… (va tras bambalinas) ¡Lucas! ¿Quieres subir y darme una mano?

Lucas: (le lanza su pico).

Bugs: “Jajaja”. Lucas, eres un payaso. ¡Esto es enserio!

Porky: ¡O-Oye Bugs! ¿Dó-Dónde está?

Speedy: Miente, Lucas no está.

Bugs: (sale al escenario) Oh, hola. Lucas, ¿por qué no saludas a… los muchachos de allá? (manipula el pico de Lucas tras la cortina).

“Lucas”: “Hola muchachos… Todos son despreciables”.

Porky: ¡Mi-Miren eso! Es Lucas.

Melissa: Está bien…

Bugs: Si, oye Lucas. Vamos a enseñarles nuestro nuevo saludo secreto de mejores amigos. Choca ese pico amigo (choca su mano con el pico).

Wile E. Coyote: Algo anda mal.

Bugs: ¡¿Lo vieron?! Somos amigos muchachos. ¿Verdad Lucas?

“Lucas”: “Claro que si, dame un abrazo.”

Bugs: Jajaja… Es tan cariñoso.

Porky: Ve-Ven, si es Lucas.

Fuente: Toy Story (1995)

#looney tunes #incorrect quotes #classic looney tunes #looney tunes clásicos #looney tunes: de nuevo en acción #looney tunes: back in action #bugs bunny #daffy duck #pato lucas #speedy gonzález #speedy gonzales #porky pig #melissa duck #wile e coyote #lucas y bugs #bugs y lucas #daffy and bugs #bugs and daffy #toy story

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eddievanhammettmunson · 2 years

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Rescue The Princess

Eddie x Female reader

Author's note- Hola gremlins. I’m back with another Eddie one shot cause I can’t resist so I hope you enjoy it! Feel free to give feedback and make sure to show your support! 8.3k words

Warnings- 18+++++ Minors get out please. This isn’t for you <3. So we have smut. Oral female receiving, unprotected p in v (wrap it up guys don’t be stupid like them), foul language, violence, a creepy old man at one point so be warned, mention of blood, nude photography. If there’s more don’t hesitate to let me know.

Summary- after meeting the new girl who works at the arcade Eddie Munson finds himself head over heels for the girl he wants to call his princess.

“I’m sorry Henderson I have no idea when dig dug will be back up. Kieth said he called a guy to take a look at it but I don’t know yet.”

“Shit, shit, shit! My high score!”

“I mean Max still had the highest score on the game so you’re not losing much. You still have centipede and I heard you still have to beat Lucas on Dragon's Lair? Plus there’s plenty of other games to play in here. You’ll live.”

As you head back behind the counter you watch the young boy make his way round to Dragon’s Lair as he begins to try and rescue the princess. It’s a slow day so Henderson and his friends are pretty much the only ones in the arcade right now. They continue to play for a while until the bell goes off and you turn your attention towards the door.

Steve, Robin, and someone you didn’t know walked in right on schedule like he did everyday after he finished his shift next door at Family Video. He claps his hands together to get the attention of the young children playing their games. “Come on twirps it’s time to go!”

Dustin automatically begins arguing with Steve about needing a couple extra minutes because he’s so sure he’s going to get the princess this time.

As Steve and Dustin continue to argue, Robin and her friend make their way to the counter.

“So y/n how long have the kids been bugging you today?”

“Well I know they were here for Kieth’s shift this morning so pretty much all day.”

Robin chuckles and you turn your attention to the man standing next to her. He’s taller than you and pretty intimidating except for his big wide eyes that seem to be piercing into you.

You reach out a steady hand to shake his.

“I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m y/n y/l/n.”

He finally gains some sort of sense and straightens out and shakes your hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Eddie Munson.”

As he continues to shake your hand it doesn’t dawn on the both of you how long the handshake actually lasts until Robin clears her throat and gently nudges Eddie. He finally retracts his hand leaving yours feeling a little empty.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Eddie. How do you know everybody?”

“Oh well you see I run this club that some of the kids are in. You might have heard about it…”

“WAIT! You’re the guy Dustin’s always talking about? From Hellfire right? You do appear to be as cool as Dustin said.”

The blush that crosses Eddie’s face doesn’t go unnoticed but it does go unspoken.

“I’ll have to talk to Dustin and figure out why he hasn’t mentioned the amazing girl at the arcade then cause it’s truly criminal that I didn’t know about you till today.”

Finally Steve walks over dragging Dustin away from the machine and to the counter. You turn your attention to Dustin. “So Dustin, did you get the princess this time?”

“I would have if Steve would let me finish my game!”

Steve scoffs “oh like yesterday? Or last week? Face it man the princess just isn’t meant to be yours. Now come on I gotta drop all you guys off before your parents beat my ass.” Steve led all the children outside and you stood there alone with Eddie and Robin for a moment.

“See y/n you should trade jobs with me for a day so I can babysit the little demons and you can stock movies with Steve all day!”

“Love ya Rob but I quite enjoy my little gig I’ve got going here by myself. How about you Munson?”

“What about me?”

“You got a job?”

“Oh yeah I help fix up cars at the mechanic up the road. Lot less people to deal with face to face.”

“Ah I see. Not a people person?”

“Well the opposite. People don’t seem to be too big a fan of me in this town so I steer clear for the most part”

Robin laughs “bullshit tell that to your lunchtime shows in the cafeteria or your run ins with the Hawkins basketball team.”

Eddie looks a bit coy after being exposed by Robin’s comments.

Steve yells something outside to Robin and Robin says her goodbye and leaves you at the counter with Eddie. Who leans on the counter to talk to you some more.

“So uh y/n? Why haven’t I seen you around before?”

“Well I moved here not too long ago and Keith was nice enough to get me this job here.”

“Oh I see. Was wondering why I hadn’t seen you at school before. You starting anytime soon?”

“Yeah actually I start after break. At least I know I’ll have at least Robin to hangout with.”

“Hey you got me now too. We may not be the most popular but I promise all my boys in hellfire would love to know you.”

“Yeah Dustin’s told me a lot about your hellfire. I might actually have to see what all the hype was about.”

You move from behind the counter with some cleaning supplies and go to wipe down the machines. Starting with Dragons Lair to get Dustin’s snack covered fingerprints off of the machine. Eddie follows you.

“So Eddie shouldn’t you be going before Steve threatens to tear your head off?”

“What? Oh no I drove myself here. You see that van outside?”

You turn around and look out the window at Eddie’s van that happens to be parked right next to your car. You turn your attention back to the machine and continue cleaning until Eddie asks you a question.

“So you ever play any of them or just babysit the machines all day?”

You scoff “well of course I play Munson. What would I be doing on the slow days? I’m the only one who was able to beat Lucas’s score on Dragon’s Lair. How about you Munson? You ever played?”

“Nah I don’t come in here often without Dustin or the kids and usually it’s just to drop them off. Came here plenty with my band mates back in the day.”

“Band mates?”

“Oh yeah I’m in this band. We play at the hideout on Tuesdays. You should come see us.”

“I usually work Tuesday nights but I’m sure I could convince Keith to give me the night off or let me out early.”

“Wow I didn’t expect you to actually say yes.”

“Why wouldn’t I? You seem nice enough and I could use more friends in town.”

Eddie looks at the time and realizes he’s really late for band practice and if you’re gonna come to a show he definitely wants the time to perfect his set. Although he doesn’t want to stop talking with you. He promises himself he’ll come back tomorrow to see you.

“Hey y/n I gotta go but I’ll see you around all right?”

“Yeah definitely!”

You watch as Eddie leaves and you begin to wonder if anything you said had driven him to leave so suddenly. Choosing to try and ignore his sudden departure you turn your attention back to the machine and continue to clean.

****

“Where the hell have you been man? It's been an hour and a half?” Gareth was fuming. Sure it wasn’t unusual for Eddie to show up a little late but Eddie was never this late.

“Sorry man. I just met this amazing girl at the arcade and lost track of time” he picks up his guitar and gets into position to play but the other guys aren’t having it. First he’s late and then he talks about a girl. Eddie never talks about girls. Sure he’s banged chicks at the hideout but Eddie Munson talking to a girl and losing track of time? Now that was a sight to see.

As Eddie stood up front by the microphone he started to strum his guitar but no other instruments were joining in. So with a heavy sigh Eddie turns back around to face his band mates.

“What?”

Jeff and Gareth looked at each other and back to Eddie. Gareth was the first to pluck up the courage.

“A girl?”

“Yes. A girl. You know that other half of our species? Females? Do I need to spell it out for you Gareth the great?”

“Come on man. You can’t just mention a girl like that and then tell us nothing about her?”

“Well. She’s a girl. She works at the arcade. And she’s amazing. What more do you want to know?”

Jeff finally chirps in. “Is she hot?”

Eddie flicks his guitar pick at Jeff. “Not that it’s relevant or but yes. She’s very hot. She looks like. Like. Like a princess? She’s gorgeous”

Eddie couldn’t help but smile as he described you. Remembering how stunned he was to see someone so beautiful at the counter rather than Keith.

“So what about her, had you so distracted that you were this late for band practice?”

“Well I was actually telling her about the band. Asked her if she would wanna come to a show sometime and she actually said yes. Soooo stop talking so much and let’s practice.”

Eddie turns back around and begins to play the guitar again and this time the instruments join in. Creating a beautiful metal symphony that Eddie hopes you’ll appreciate.

****

After work you got in your car and headed home. As you drove home you couldn’t help but think about Eddie. Sure you’d met a few people since coming to Hawkins but none quite like Eddie. Sure you hadn’t started school yet and you were bound to meet more people but something about Eddie had you transfixed. Still wondering as to why he left so suddenly today. Had you said something wrong?

Reaching your home you get out and walk inside. Seeing a note that your parents were gone yet again. You decide to roll a joint and get a little stoned. School was only a few days away and you were rather nervous. You’d always been considered “popular” at your other schools but you wanted a change this time. You didn’t want the parties and the drugs and the assholes. You want a better life this time. But for some reason your life always seems to attract the popular crowd. Maybe this time you can find a way to deter them.

You fall asleep thinking of ways you can deter the popular crowd yet as you sleep you manage to dream of Eddie. Nothing specific. Just flashes of his smile and his face. Lulling you into a deep calming sleep.

***

The next day Eddie had actually woken up before noon. He called Steve and told him that he would pick up the kids and take them to the arcade today. Steve was grateful because now he only had to worry about getting Robin.

Eddie then got on his radio and told Dustin to tell the others to be ready because he was picking them up today. Dustin tried to protest and tell Eddie to do it himself but Eddie said if he didn’t than Dustin would have a very special path to walk on the next campaign so Dustin decided to just do it.

When Eddie got to Dustin’s house and Dustin hopped in the car, Eddie already knew he was in for quite the car ride because of the shit eating grin on Dustin’s face.

“So why’d you wanna pick us up today Eddie?”

“No reason Henderson just had some free time and figured Harrington could use the day off.”

“Oh so this has nothing to do with y/n?”

Eddie's face turned a bit red and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“What are you talking about Henderson?”

“Y/n. It was so obvious yesterday that you were throwing yourself at her.”

“I was not!”

“Oh really. That 5 minute handshake was really something.”

“1.the handshake was not that long. 2. How would you even know? You were fighting with Steve the whole time?”

“Yeah I was fighting with Steve and yet the stench of you flirting with y/n was so strong that I could smell it across the arcade.”

“Shut it Henderson before I disband hellfire just to spite you.”

“Fine. But if you ask me I think she was flirting back.”

Eddie quirked an eyebrow and turned his attention from the road to Dustin.

“You think?”

“I thought I was supposed to shut up about it.”

“Dustin.”

“Fine, fine. But she’s usually not that smiley around other customers.”

Eddie smiled at the comment and turned his attention back to the road as he continued to the other kids' houses. After getting all the kids loaded in the back of his van now looking like a major kidnapper. He made his way to the arcade.

***

Walking into the arcade has Eddie immediately disappointed when he sees Keith at the counter and not you. Keith was nice enough to inform Eddie that you didn’t start work that day until 2 pm so he had about an hour to wait for you.

Dustin couldn’t help but laugh at Eddie for even asking and Eddie smacked Dustin on the arm for laughing at him.

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas made their way over to Centipede and Max, El and Will went over to play air hockey. Eddie joined each of the kids' games for a few minutes to pass the time until he found himself standing in front of Dragon's Lair. He saw Lucas score in second place and then he assumed your initials were in first place.

He stood there for a moment before sitting at the machine and deciding to give it a go. It was actually pretty fun and reminded him of Dungeons and Dragons. He ended up passing the entire hour trying to rescue the princess and failing.

His attention was only turned from the game when he was just about to reach the princess when Eddie felt a tap on his shoulder that made him jump out of the chair. Causing the knight to be burned to a crisp by the Dragon. Leaving the princess to be rescued another day.

Eddie turned around to face you with a pout. “I almost had her!”

You giggled for a second and then felt guilty. “Sorry Eddie. Was just a bit shocked to see you in here playing after yesterday. Thought you didn’t play?”

“Well you convinced me. Looked so fun I decided I had to come back and give it a shot.”

“Really? I almost thought I’d scared you away yesterday with the way you left.”

Eddie was taken aback. How could you ever think he’d get scared away from you.

“Well what made you think that sweetheart?”

“I dunno. You ran out pretty fast yesterday after i said I’d go to one of your shows.”

“Oh shit no it’s not like that at all. Once you’d said you’d come to a show I remembered I had band practice. I actually turned up late haha.”

“Oh god I’m sorry I made you late for practice Eddie!”

You actually looked guilty and Eddie began to worry. He didn’t want you to feel bad for anything ever.

“Don’t worry about it. Not like I haven’t been late before or won’t be late again ya know?”

You walked over to the arcade counter and walked behind it. Setting your bag and water bottle underneath the counter as you get yourself situated. Eddie follows suit but stays on the customer side of the counter.

“So Eddie! I’ve got great news.”

“Really and what’s that princess?”

“Wait, hold on. Princess? I’m not a princess.”

“It’s a term of endearment, sweetheart. If you don’t like it I can change it.”

“No. No. Don’t change it. I like it. Just wasn’t expecting it that’s all. Anyways my news is that I traded a shift with Keith so I can come see your band Tuesday. If that’s okay?”

“If that’s okay? That’s great! I will say don’t get your hopes up though. We’re not some famous musicians. We just play at a bar with a bunch of drunks.”

“Sounds perfect”

The tone of your voice surprised Eddie. There was no hint of sarcasm. You genuinely sounded excited and that alone made Eddie just as excited.

You had to go gather the change from each of the machines for your shift so Eddie returned back to Dragons Lair and continued to try and save the princess but to no avail.

This time however Eddie had an excuse for not rescuing the princess. He was watching you the entire time. Each machine you went to where you would bend over and collect the change. Eddie couldn’t ignore that you were hot. And Every-time he had to watch you bend over to open the machine he was pretty sure he’d stop breathing.

It wasn’t lost on you that Eddie was staring at your ass. Every-time you’d bend over you’d hear his character die yet again in some tragic fashion. So each time you’d give him a little show. Bending over a little slower each time. Sticking out your ass a bit. It was fun knowing you had his attention on you like this.

Eventually you finished gathering the change from all the machines and returned to your station at the counter. You found yourself watching Eddie. Now that he wasn’t constantly distracted by your ass, you could see him actually focusing on the game. You observed the way he would stick out his tongue just a little bit when he was really getting into it. The adorable little tantrums he would throw Every-time he died.

Eventually Eddie got frustrated and threw his hands up in defeat and looked at you. You got up from the counter with a laugh and made your way over to Dragon's Lair.

“Having trouble Munson?”

“It’s gotta be rigged! This is impossible. There’s no way to actually beat it!”

“I promise you it’s not rigged. How do you think Lucas and I beat it?”

“Magic the both of you. You’re a witch. You must be.”

“Here move. Let the witch show you how it’s done.”

Eddie moved and let you have control of the machine. Not moving very far though. As you stood there your arm brushed against Eddie’s chest and with every move you made you could feel him in some way as he watched you intensely.

Eddie wasn’t watching the game screen at all. He was focused on you. The way all your concentration was on beating the game. The way you smiled when things went your way. The way your brow furrowed when it didn’t. But eventually you reached the princess and you saved her. Proving that the game wasn’t rigged.

“Witch.”

“Hey come on, I thought I was a princess?”

You had a fake pout but Eddie still couldn’t resist it.

“You are a Princess. But you’re also a witch. You can be both, sweetheart. You’re a magical Princess who has done the impossible.”

As you walk away from the machine and hand control back over to Eddie, you take a bow as you reach the counter. As you do the bell of the arcade door rings and Steve and Robin walk in yet again.

Steve walked over to where Eddie sat at Dragon's Lair. “Oh god not you too Munson. You’re not gonna get the princess. Dustin’s been trying for ages.”

“Well Harrington. I am not Dustin. I will get this princess if it’s the last thing I go.”

Steve scoffed and put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and lowered his voice.

“Sure Munson. That’s the princess you’re after.”

Eddie stopped playing the game and looked at Steve who nodded his head towards you at the counter and Eddie waved Steve off.

“So Munson do you wanna take the twerps home or am I taking them?”

“Ugh, split parenting is so hard Stevie. But I know how much you miss your kids so you can take them. Just for the night.”

Eddie did his best housewife voice as he said it and it managed to get a chuckle out of Steve. Steve made his way over to Dustin and the other kids and began to round them up to corral them towards the door.

As you stood there watching Steve gather the kids Robin turned her attention towards you.

“So y/n?”

“What?”

“How long has Munson been here today?”

“Um well he’s been here all day according to Keith.”

“Interesting. He didn’t cause you too many problems did he?”

“Problems? No no no. Munson’s been great actually. I enjoy the company.”

“Sure.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah. Sure. It’s his company that you enjoy.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh nothing. Just seems like you’re a little interested in Eddie, that's all.”

“Robin, come on. I met the guy yesterday. What are you on about?”

“Yeah you met him yesterday and haven’t taken your eyes off of him since.”

As she said it you realize you haven’t even been looking at Robin as she’s been talking. You’ve just been watching Eddie as he continues to play Dragon's Lair. The realization causes a rosy glow to appear over your cheeks that Robin takes notice of.

Robin and Steve eventually gather the children and make their way out of the arcade and you’re left alone with a few random children and Eddie. Eddie continues to play for a while before accepting his defeat for the day as he makes his way over to you at the counter.

“So y/n? I assume I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

“Yeah I guess you will.”

“Are you excited for your first day?”

“I wouldn’t say excited so much as nervous.”

“Nervous? Why are you nervous?”

“Well it’s my first day. I guess I’m just scared to start somewhere new so late you know. Senior year is almost over and I’m the new girl. I don’t see myself making many friends.”

“Hey, you've already got friends. I tell you what if you’re really that lonely you can always sit with hellfire at lunch tomorrow. Although it will probably kill your reputation before you can even start it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well Hellfire is kind of seen as like the school cult. So anyone associated with us is kind of automatically a loser.”

“Well I don’t think you’re a loser Eddie.”

Eddie laughed and fidgeted with some paper on the counter.

“Thanks. Uh did you want me to give you the address to the hideout. You know for Tuesday?”

“Yeah. That’d be great.”

Eddie takes the piece of paper he was fidgeting with and you hand him a pen to write with as he writes down the address.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow alright?”

“See you tomorrow Eddie.”

****

For a small town walking into Hawkins high still managed to be intimidating. Making your way to the office and getting your schedule already proved to be a recipe for anxiety. So many kids rushing around and pushing and shoving in an attempt to make their way across campus.

As you got your schedule and made your way throughout your classes for the day youd managed not to make a single friend. You had however gotten catcalled and whistled at a few times by people you assumed were on some sports team here due to their letterman jackets.

There was one girl who’d been really nice to you in your science class. Your partner named Chrissy even invited you to sit with her at lunch but you politely declined. Chrissy may be nice but she’s clearly a cheerleader and that was the kind of crowd you were working to avoid.

All night you’d thought about what Eddie said and how his friend group seemed to deter people. Maybe his group was exactly what you needed.

So at lunch you walked in and scanned the cafeteria. It took a moment but you finally found Eddie sitting at the head of a table. You scanned the table to find Will, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin and three other boys that you’d didn’t know.

As you made your way to the table you could feel a lot of eyes on you. People had been staring all day due to you being the new girl. But watching the new girl walk straight to the hellfire table on her first day? It was unheard of.

As you approached the table the three boys you didn’t know stared at you with open mouths and Eddie himself looked a little stunned to see you actually accepting his offer. As you reach the seat at the end next to Will you pause.

“Is it okay if I sit here?”

The three boys begin to nod yes but look to Eddie for reassurance. Eddie on the other hand stands up and moves to you. Grabbing the chair from your hands and pulling it out for you to sit down. As you sat down he pushed your chair in for you. Securing you at the table.

The tension at the table is thick as Eddie sits back down and the entire club stares at you.

You decide to try and break the tension.

“So this is the famous hellfire club that Dustin has told me all about.”

You look around the table and begin to guess the names of the boys you don’t know.

You point at the boy in the Black Sabbath shirt. “You must be Jeff.”

You point at the boy in the plaid vest.

“You must be Garreth the great.”

You point to the larger boy on the opposite side of the table in the leather jacket.

“And you must be Grant.”

They each nod their head to indicate that you’re correct. None of the tension being lost. You even debate on standing and leaving until Lucas decides to join in.

“So y/n. You ever think about playing D&D?”

“Actually yeah. After playing Dragon's Lair and listening to Dustin talk about it so much, it actually sounds kind of fun.”

“You should play with us sometime. Maybe even just sit in on a campaign. You could sit in on this Friday's campaign and see how you like it? Is that okay Eddie?”

You turn your attention to Eddie who’s been staring at you the entire time. He looks into your eyes.

“I mean if the princess wants to join in I have no objections.”

Dustin suddenly became ecstatic. “Y/n you’re gonna love it! This week's campaign is special cause I’m hosting it this week! Eddie’s actually gonna play this time.”

“I can’t wait to see. You’ll have to teach me a bit so I don’t walk in completely clueless, okay Dustin?”

After that the rest of lunch went rather smoothly. Tension having been broken and getting to know all the hellfire members actually turned out to be quite fun and you found yourself looking forward to getting to see the campaign on Friday.

***

Tuesday seemed to drag all day. All you wanted was to go see Eddie’s band but after school you had an early shift at the arcade and every kid that came in just seemed to irritate you. Except the hellfire kids of course.

Watching the clock tick by until it was time to go but the time just wasn’t passing fast enough.

As Steve and Robin walked in to gather the kids you were packing up your stuff and getting ready to leave. Steve went on his usual path of gathering the children and Robin came to the counter.

“Shift over already? Where ya headed?”

“The hideout. Eddie invited me to see his band.”

“Oh I see.”

“See what?”

“You and Eddie.”

“What about Eddie and I?”

“Oh come on. Seriously, we have to do this again? You and Eddie have pretty much been inseparable since you met him and now you’re going to his concerts. Before you know it you’ll be his groupie.”

“And what would be wrong with that?”

“Nothing! Really! I think it’s cute. All honesty I promise!” Robin crosses her heart and does a little salute before Steve and the children walk up to the counter and say their goodbyes before leaving.

***

As you walk into the hideout you’re immediately his with a musky smell and cigarettes combined with alcohol. The entire bar was foggy with smoke yet it had its own atmosphere. You find a small little booth in the corner that faces the stage as you sit and wait.

The instruments are already out on stage, just not the band. You order a soda as you wait and then you see Eddie, Gareth, Jeff and Grant walk on the stage. Garath hangs up a sheet behind them that says “Corroded Coffin” you gather that’s their band name.

You watch as Eddie picks up his guitar and walks to the microphone. Watching as Eddie scans the bar and locks eyes with you. Upon seeing you it immediately brings a smile to his face as he starts to play.

You watch the entire set and clap after every song. Even giving them a standing ovation. It was all genuine and Eddie could just tell. You really liked them. They played well and Eddie has an amazing voice but nothing can compare to the way he shreds his guitar. If they were in Hollywood they’d probably be rockstars by now.

Once they finish their set they begin packing up their instruments and just generally cleaning up the stage. As you sit at your booth you're greeted by an older gentleman who is clearly drunk. He sits down next to you without asking.

“Um, I'm sorry I’m waiting for my friends.”

“That’s alright honey I can keep you company.”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t”

He scoots closer to you and brushes some hair out of your face. Causing you to back as far into the wall as you can.

“Come on sugar. Don’t be like that.”

As he reaches to brush more hair out of your face you quickly bite his finger causing the man to retract his hand quickly. But he quickly grabs your jaw in a tight grip as he scoots even closer now.

“Oh honey I see we got a feisty one.”

“My honey’s only sweet if you can take the sting” you bite his hand now even harder than before causing the man to stand up from the booth. As he stands up he’s dragged back by somebody and punched so hard that the drunken man is immediately knocked out.

You look to the person who knocked out the man and find Eddie standing there adjusting his rings. He looks back to you with concern.

“You alright Princess?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For saving my ass?”

“Looks like you were handling yourself just fine. Just figured I’d get a swing in for disrespecting you.”

“Well thank you for defending my honor.”

“Is it alright if I sit?”

“Yeah. Yeah of course.”

Eddie slides into the booth ignoring the drunken man passed out beside the booth and scooting closer to you. Eddie studied your face momentarily.

“You have uh?” He points to your mouth.

“Hm?”

“You’ve got some blood. On your mouth.”

He raised his hand gently to your lips and wiped the blood off of them. Assuming it’s the blood of your drunken victim. Eddie was pretty impressed. He’d originally hopped off stage when he saw the man approach you but by the time he reached you, you’d already bitten the man.

“So uh how’d you like the show?”

“How’d u like the show? You guys are amazing! I mean it! If you guys were in Hollywood you guys could probably be rockstars by now!”

“Glad I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

He orders his own soda and stays at the booth. Eventually the drunkard wakes up and stumbles out of the bar and all your nerves dissipate being alone with Eddie in the booth. You stay there for hours just getting to know each other and observing each other. One thing you discovered is that Eddie probably produces 90% of the smoke in the bar but you didn’t care.

Saying goodbye at the end of the night had you feeling sad but knowing you would see him at school the next day made you happy. Knowing you would get to see him at D&D on Friday made you happy.

***

After school Wednesday afternoon you hadn’t been expecting Eddie to walk in. But here he was. Standing at the counter waiting for you to finish gathering the last of the change from the machines.

“What can I do for you Munson?”

“Was just wondering if I could see you play Dragon's Lair again. Wanna take some notes this time.”

“I mean I’ve got the time right now actually.”

You walk over to the machine and begin to play. Eddie stands in the same position as last time. Watching over your shoulder as you played. He actually did want to see how you won but he kept getting distracted by you. He couldn’t help but notice how good you smelled this close. He could stand there forever.

Before he knew it you had finished playing and rescued the princess once again and Eddie had learned nothing.

He decided to stay and play until closing time. Determined to beat your score and rescue the princess.

“Times up Eddie. I gotta lock up.”

“Come on y/n. I’m so close you gotta let me finish!”

“That’s what you said on your last play Eddie come on get up.”

Eddie stood from the game with a pout and walked with you as you went to lock up the arcade.

“You know this game really is impossible. I’m a dungeon master and I can’t even beat it!”

“Maybe you’re not the dungeon master you think you are Munson.”You say as you lock the arcade doors behind you. As you turn to Eddie he collapses back grabbing his chest as if he’s been shot.

“Princess you wound me. How could you say that.”

“Well to be fair I’ve never seen you play Munson.”

“Well you’ll get to see me play. On Friday.”

“You won’t be a dungeon master though?”

“Yeah but I’ll actually be playing. You’ll get to see my skill and bravery and you’ll realize what I mean when I say that game is impossible.”

As you reached your car and Eddie reached his van you turned to him one last time.

“Well I look forward to it, Munson.”

You reached out a hand to shake his and he happily accepted before the two of you parted ways for the evening.

****

Friday couldn’t have come any slower. Thursday was forgettable and boring. Friday seemed to drag on the entire day. All you wanted was for it to be time for hellfire.

Once it was time you found yourself so excited. Making your way to the hellfire room early. You walked inside to find Eddie sitting on some kind of throne. He was reading a book so he hadn’t quite noticed you until he heard the door close.

“So is Dustin going to sit on the throne when he gets here?”

“Over my dead body. He may be a dungeon master for a day but this throne is mine.”

Eddie stood up from the throne briefly and walked over to you. You saw an opportunity and giggled as you ran past Eddie and sat on the throne. Eddie turns around looking astonished.

Eddie was astonished because he’s never allowed anyone to sit in his throne before. But you look so stunning as you sit there all giggly. Hell if you asked him right now he’d probably just give you the throne.

“Naughty naughty. You know that’s not for you.” He walked up and reached out a hand for you to take and stand up from the throne. But instead you lean back and make yourself more comfortable. Eddie scoffs. If you were gonna play like that then he would too.

Eddie bends over and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you out of the chair as you giggle wildly.

“Eddie!!! AHAHAHAHAHAH! PUT ME DOWN!”

Eddie sets you down but immediately begins tickling you instead. Causing your giggling fit to turn into full blown belly aching laughter.

Suddenly the door opens and in walks the rest of the hellfire club who stop upon seeing Eddie with his arms wrapped around you as you laugh hysterically. The sight has all the boys stunned.

Eddie and you suddenly back away from each other upon seeing the children. Eddie takes his seat at the throne and you make your way over to one of the chairs nearby.

Dustin flicks his eyes between the two of you and doesn’t let up. As he sets his notebook and plans on the opposite end of the table from Eddie, Dustin begins to speak. “So y/n what caused Eddie to attack you like that?”

Eddie’s head quickly flies up and gives Dustin a death stare.

“Oh I sat on Eddie's throne.”

“And he punished you by tickling you? One time I brushed by it and he threatened to beat me with his guitar.”

Eddie threw a wadded up piece of paper at Dustin and Dustin got the hint. Deciding to drop it and start the campaign.

As you sat and observed the boys playing their game you couldn’t help but become invested with them. Every-time they would chant you would chant. Every-time they would roll, you would hold your breath. It was so enthralling. You wanted to play with them.

Eddie noticed how invested you were. He could tell that you wanted to join in. However what Eddie didn’t know was that Dustin knew this too. And he’d planned the campaign for this. So Dustin wrote you into it.

Upon Eddie reaching the lair of the dragon Eddie moved to unsheathe his sword and slay the dragon. Dustin made him roll for damage so he did. You watched intently and waited with baited breath to see if Eddie would win.

He rolls a 20 and Dustin stands to announce the victory.

“Eddie the Bard slays the dragon and rescues the dear princess y/n”

The entire table jumps up in screams and cheers as do you. It’s unexpected when Eddie grabs and picks you up, spinning you around into a tight hug but you don’t hesitate to hug him back.

As the kids celebrate their victory and begin to clean up. Eddie finally sets you back on the ground and you stand back momentarily looking into his eyes. You both almost lean in until you hear Dustin slam his notebook close and it makes the both of you jump away from each other.

Eventually everything gets cleaned up and the kids clear out of the room and head out of the building to head home. You stay behind with Eddie to talk some more.

As Eddie finishes cleaning he sits on his throne with a dopey grin on his face. As he looks up at you he takes notice of a similar smile on your face.

“So Eddie. You finally rescued the princess.”

He grabs onto your hand as you lean against the D&D table.

“Yeah I did.”

There’s a moment of silence but it’s not awkward. Eddie just strokes your hand as you look down at him. You decide to take a chance. Leaning down you begin to whisper in Eddie’s ear. “So what does my knight In shining armor want as a reward?”

Eddie’s eyes widen as he stares up at you. Scanning your face for any sign of uncertainty or sarcasm. He finds neither so he leans up and captures your lips in a soft kiss.

The kiss is light and soft. Testing the waters. You’re the one to deepen the kiss as you grab the sides of his face bringing his mouth closer to yours. Feeling his tongue brush against your bottom lip you grant him access to explore your mouth.

As the kiss gets heavier you feel Eddie’s hands slide down to your waist and pull so you move to straddle Eddie on his throne. As you straddle him his hands wander more. Grabbing at your thighs and kneading them. You can feel the cold rings on his hands against your skin and it sends a shiver through your body.

As you continue to kiss Eddie you decide to test the waters even more. Grinding down on Eddie just a little bit you feel his hard on pressing into you as he groans against your mouth.

Now you move your hand down his body and grab his hard on through his jeans and as soon as you do Eddie stands up and sets you on the table.

You immediately feel sorry and begin to apologize for taking it too far but he doesn’t let you. Instead he grabs your face and kisses you more fiercely. More feverishly. Like he’s hungry for it.

His lips leave yours and begin making their way down your neck as he licks over one particular spot that makes you moan. He focuses on that spot and sucks on it. Nibbling on it every once in a while. He moves his hips against yours and the entire thing has you a moaning mess.

Eddie’s hands travel down to the button of your pants and he pulls back momentarily raising his brow to ask a question. You nod your head yes quickly. Eddie unbuttons your pants and begins to yank them down. Tapping your thighs with his finger to indicate you need to lift your hips so you do. He yanks your pants off along with your underwear and as soon as they're off his lips are back on yours.

Your hands travel down and attempt to unbutton Eddie’s pants as well but he moves your hands away. “Not yet princess. Gotta treat the princess after having to deal with that dragon.”

Eddie gets on his knees in front of the table and uses his hands to spread your thighs. His hands move your legs over his shoulders and he begins to leave a trail of kisses up your thigh until he’s in front of your center. He takes two fingers and rubs them along your folds. Upon feeling how wet you are he brings those two fingers up to his mouth and licks them.

“Delicious. Just as I thought. I’ll need a better taste though. May I, your majesty.”

Through a breathy laugh you respond. “You may.”

Eddie’s moth attaches to your clit quickly and begins sucking on it expertly. If you thought you were a moaning mess before you can’t even describe what you are now. Your arms give out from beneath you and you collapse back onto the D&D table. Screaming out Eddie's name as he continues to suck your clit.

Your entire body convulses when he slips the first finger into you and you begin to chant his name as he begins to move it in and out. Curling it each time before adding a second finger.

Eddie watches you the entire time. Watch how your body moves at every single action he takes. You’re so responsive for him that he never wants it to end but he also wants to make you cum so he continues to fuck his fingers into you even faster.

You can’t help it when you feel the orgasm building in your stomach. It builds so quickly that you don’t even get the opportunity to warn Eddie that you’re cumming before you cum all over his fingers, locking his head between your thighs as you cry out his name.

When you finally relax and release Eddie from between your thighs. You sit up shakily to look at Eddie whose face is covered in your juices and you watch as Eddie brings up his cum covered fingers to his lips as he licks them clean. Watching him lick your cum off of his fingers makes you moan.

You jump from the table and kiss Eddie once again, being able to taste him on your tongue. You watch as Eddie stands up and you study his form as he removes his shirt. Taking a liking to a few of his tattoos. As he removes his shirt you do the same discarding your shirt and your bra. Upon seeing your completely nude form Eddie’s erection feels impossibly harder and he immediately reaches for your breasts and begins massaging them. Grazing his fingers over your nipples making you whimper as he kisses you.

You move your hands down to his jeans and unbutton them and you push his jeans down as much as you can until he backs up and steps out of them almost tripping as he does so. He quickly removes his boxers as well and you take in the sight of his cock. It’s big. It’ll definitely be a stretch and you’re ready for it.

You stand with him and take his cock into your hands and begin to stroke him but his hand stops you as he bends down to kiss you again. He begins to guide you back to the table but you don’t budge.

Eddie pulls away and looks concerned. “Do you not want to do this anymore? We can stop anytime just let me know?”

“I want this. But not on the table.”

“Then where, princess? Tell me where.”

You lean up and whisper in his ear as you grab his dick once more. “I want you to fuck me on that pretty throne of yours. Let me ride my knight in shining armor.”

Eddie audibly groaned at your words and he moved to sit down on his throne. Once he was comfortable he reached his hand out for you and you moved to straddle him. You look into his eyes as you begin to slowly sink down on his cock. Having to stop and allow yourself time to adjust to his size.

Once he’s fully inside of you he rubs your back until you’re ready to move. You begin with the slow roll of your hips on top of his and he’s already groaning. He doesn’t know how he’s going to last inside of you at this rate.

He moves his hand down to your clit and begins rubbing it, determined to make you cum again. You begin to bounce up and down on top of him and his eyes become transfixed on your bouncing tits and he has to close his eyes to keep himself from cumming right then and there. The hand that isn’t rubbing your clit is on your side and his hand is digging into your side so hard that you’re pretty sure it’s going to leave a lovely bruise.

As he continues to rub your clit and you can feel him filling every part of you, you feel your orgasm building once more. As you bounce harder on his cock you throw your head back. Eddie uses the opportunity to suck and bite some more hickies onto your neck. He wants you as marked up as possible.

As he sucks on one certain spot you can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“E-Eddie. I- I- I’m gonna cum”

“Good. Cum for me princess. Cum all over me.”

So you do. He told you to, so you do. You cum all over him and the tightening of your cunt makes Eddie’s orgasm crash through him as he thrusts up into you one more time releasing his cum into you.

As the both of you recover from your orgasms and you move off of him and the throne you both still have those dopey grins across your faces. As you sit on the table in front of Eddie he stands and walks to a nearby table. Grabbing a Polaroid he normally uses after great campaign wins. He points the camera at you and you spread your legs a bit and model for him. He snaps a few photos of you and studies one.

“Yeah this one’s going in my wallet.”

You giggle and grab the camera from him and take a few pictures of him in turn. Choosing one you hold it up. “I think I might hang this in my locker.” Eddie laughs and leans in to kiss you again.

As you get dressed and you’re about to put on your shirt Eddie walks over and stops you. Placing a piece of fabric into your hands and you hold it up in-front of you. It’s a hellfire shirt and you rush to put it on. Once it’s on you model it for Eddie and he twirls you around to get a full view of you in the shirt.

“So did my knight in shining armor enjoy his reward.”

“He did. But the knight is curious to know if this is the only reward he’ll be getting”

“Oh I think I can find many other ways to reward him. Plus if you rescue the princess in Dragon Lair I’m sure I can find a way to reward you.”

“Then I’ll see you at the arcade tomorrow princess.”

And you did. Everyday Eddie came into the arcade and played every single day until he rescued the princess. And when he did you held up your end of the deal in rewarding him.

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