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the raven told me of you

eddie x female reader

crafted from this prompt list by: @bettyfrommars @somnambulic-thing @allthingsjoeq

summary: eddie is released after six months of being behind bars with a false identity, he was never lonely because you were there with him, until you weren’t. now, coming home to a new life with his old name granted back to him. he navigates flashbacks, and trying to settle back in with wayne in private protective seclusion, alone— or is he?

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tw: 18+ angst. fluff of a new relationship, light smut— s1, s4 canon events with reader inserted into the timeline, mentions of insanity, death, witness protection, government cover-ups etc. this could be a continuation or stand alone fic of your touch but is not necessary to read.

releasing: thursday 3/7

Owens’ worked his charms. The government covered up the mass hysteria and pinned the murders of Chrissy, Patrick and Fred on an accidental chemical reaction from arsenic, radiation and terpenoids. The results left their bones liquified from the toxic lick of acid and torqued before solidifying once again.

The Hawkin’s Post called it ‘a combination of sickly tainted water from the school cafeteria.’

Parents were urged to have their children tested at the local clinic for extra precautions, and thankfully no one else had been affected.

On Thursday the Eighteenth of September, at approximately 1300 hours… an hour into quiet personal time, Mr. Edward Munson, was once again, a free man.

At first he thought it was possibly a mistake, a horrifying joke fed by his many delusions. But when they called him into the warden’s office, he sat across an oak desk from a tall man with a skin bald head, shining like a lightbulb.

He used Eddie’s full name—not the persona he was given— and gave him ten minutes to collect his belongings. It was then he came to realize that maybe he wasn’t crazy after all.

Six long months in the clink with his brain spinning hallucinations beyond his control he wasn’t sure if he’d come out of it without a government issued lobotomy— and in the blink of an eye, it came to an abrupt end.

Prison was cold, unwelcoming in shades of gray coating the ceilings, walls, floors, any service imaginable. As if there was one color sanctioned to the American Prison system and gray was the less costly option.

Concrete was probably more pliable than his bed was. The food was impeccable— if you were a raven on a mealworm diet. It was just shy of hell, and it made the inhabitants calloused to a helping hand or squirreling away from making friends.

Seven months prior, Eddie was in his prime. For the first time in his life he was happy with where he was at, school was almost over and he had a true chance of walking the stage of graduation.

And you, he had you.

Beautiful, charismatic, sweet you.

It was almost like he conjured you up himself with a hard roll against a plyboard table of a twenty sided dice. Mesmerizing eyes that seemed to shimmer in any light, a smile that could soften Medusa’s rocky stare. You were perfect.

The first time his eyes laid on you was across the cafeteria. Everyone moved with the mundane routine, but you were shining like a spotlight had been placed on you overhead.

Your soft skin beckoned him like a moth to a flame. Smooth as silk, and he started to wonder what would your flesh feel like in his hands…would you cower away from their roughness?

His mind raced, and his heart pumped firmly whenever you walked past him, you smelled like ripe fruit, warming by the sun, and Eddie began to understand why Eve was tempted so easily.

And so began the daily task of seeking you out. He was able to spot you like Waldo amongst the boring gray faces of every other girl.

You shone like a gem, a sapphire filled with the darkest of depths, and like an enthusiast to your craft, he wanted to know the breadth of your soul.

His gem.

It was by total chance that he stumbled upon you after months of stray glances. He was walking backwards, yelling to Gareth about being on time for Hellfire that night, when he bumped into something that yelped in surprise.

It was you.

Sprawled and landing hard on your butt. Papers scattered from the collision of your face mashing into a denim patchwork vest.

He stumbled over your feet, falling beside you in a mess of curls and cigarettes, the one between his lips still intact. Your eyes met his for the first time, and that’s all it took for him to fall head over feet, in this case Reeboks, Eddie was a goner.

Your smile spread a warmth in his chest that he had never felt before. And your laugh? Made his knees physically weak.

He still didn’t know how he managed to swing it, but he charmed you into agreeing to a ride home. Conversation came easy with you. You were sweet yet comical, a bit of a smart ass. He was grinning like an idiot.

Chatting about books, then music, he bantered back and forth, teasing on your choice of horror, astounded in your tastes— but nevermore, he was enthused, enamored.

Witty and shit giving, you had him wrapped around your finger before the van pulled in front of your place. A permanent dimple pecked into his cheek that wouldn’t subside no matter how hard he tried.

A ten digit number exchanged on lined paper was the start of the end. A corny fist pump and a pep talk on his jaunt back to the trailer park.

Eddie was living on cloud nine.

He called you that night, foregoing any dumb advice he had seen in movies or heard at school at waiting a certain amount of days or hours, he went on pure instinct alone, and almost threw up all over himself after punching the last number.

You answered with your name after saying a proper greeting and he stumbled over his own tongue before choking out that it was him.

“Sorry who?” you had teased, Eddie’s heart fell into his stomach with relief when you giggled on the other end, “are you calling to sell me some boy scout popcorn, because cheddar is my favorite… but for you I might just buy a tin of caramel.”

A heart laugh erupted from his trailer, loud and barking. “Boy Scouts weren’t really my thing, princess.”

“Ah,” you reasoned, “knots too hard?”

He laughed again, that damn dimple achingly prominent as he smiled through the receiver, and you swore you could hear his cheeks squeak, “something like that.”

An hour had passed and Eddie found himself in the snares of coiled phone cords as he wore a pattern from his bedroom to the kitchen, fiddling with things left on the counter. Even going so far as to start a load of laundry and empty the sink.

You too were in the trenches, living solely on the scraps of information of Eddie’s life that he tossed to you like a pigeon in a park.

He was smart, filled with colossal amounts of knowledge on anything from cars, to reading sheet music. He had an ear for rhythm, cocky enough to have you hum a tune so he could pick up on it, and add to it. Eddie was a closeted genius under the untamed curls.

“Shit— I’m talking too much, huh? " he asked after a long winded speech about a campaign he was planning for the freshman in Hellfire. “I get carried away sometimes,” he admitted with a chuckle, a ripple of embarrassment heating over his body in a wave.

“Not at all,” you eagerly replied, “tell me more about Kas!”

“Well princess, I could show you, if you wanted?” He prayed you’d say yes, to whom or what he was praying to— hewasn’t sure, just crossed fingers and pinched his eyes shut in hopes that you wouldn’t think he was some loser yanking his dick to figurines and elf lore.

But you didn’t, you had said yes faster than he finished asking. And from there— it was history.

He went to bed with a spinning head and a heart wrapped in lace, sugar coated with your sweet voice in his ear, the same lopsided grin he had worn since tripping over you at school.

—

Stepping out into the first breath of freedom, the sun felt heavy on his skin. It itched his arm hairs, the heat touching his neck for the first time in years since he grew out his hair. The brightness stung his eyes.

He had become accustomed to the hollowing sag of fluorescent lights paling his skin to almost translucency, a true dracula in the pits of a four walled hell.

A croaked caw is loud overhead, singular— followed by a fluttering of wings, and the bend of a tree limb.

The clothes he wore didn’t feel like him, the ripped cotton Hellfire shirt wasn’t clean coming in and wasn’t clean coming out, Shredded where the demobats feasted on him like a hotdog at a ball field.

His jeans stunk of decay and murky water from the gate. Caked with mud, dried several times in the days of being on the run, the jeans chafed his skin raw, gnawing on his leg hairs until they popped free, giving up the fight.

A manila envelope held his rings, clashing together in a melodic tone. He slotted them one by one on the correct fingers, yet they felt loose, heavy and familiar all at once.

He was ready to pitch the envelope into a trash bin when he felt something else in the bottom, having to rip it apart to get to whatever was inside. When the ground was littered next to his waterlogged Reeboks, and his palm held the small silver item, his eyes brimmed with tears.

—3

The nightly phone calls soon turned to walks around the trailer park, Eddie listening intently as you strolled around the driveway, kicking up little clouds of dirt or catching the occasional rock with the toe of your sneaker.

He matched your steps, learning about your passions after graduation, how you favored sweets over salty treats, and the embarrassing truth of how after your friend Barb went missing, you didn’t have any friends at school.

“Well, now you have me,” he chirped earnestly, dark eyes squinting in the setting sun as he knocked his elbow with yours, a smirk on his lips, “I’ll take care of ya.”

It was as simple as that, and the easiness of it made your nose tingle with a burn as you fought back tears at his kindness.

Weeks of walking with you after school round and round Forest Hills— the scenery started to change.

The emerald grass faded into sharp tawny weeds. Foliage turned the color of autumn and the air began to crisp and chill.

It was then, on a windy Tuesday afternoon, that Eddie invited you into his home, he made sure to kick dirty laundry under his bed, hide the Playboys in the closet behind an old pair of shoes and empty the heaping ashtrays the night beforehand.

A jewel in a shit shack— you equally looked out of place and fit in with the cluttered belongings of his uncles at the same time.

“My castle.” he announced, bending low and holding the door open like a gentleman.

He showed you around the small square footage, taking less than fifteen seconds to point everything out.

“And that?”

“That’s.. my room.”

It was silly then, how nervous he was to let you into his space, even though during your walks you acquired everything there was to know about him.

—

Snow was on the ground when your after school routine of going to Eddie’s was as second nature to you as breathing.

You were sitting on his unmade bed atop the rumpled comforter and soft sheets, socked toes dangling from the side of the mattress. A textbook balanced in your lap, pencil between your teeth. Your eyebrows pinched in a studied strain as you tried to solve a calculus formula.

His voice had startled you, not sure when he had gotten up or how long he was standing at his desk, looking almost sick.

“Got something.. for you.. something dumb that I saw.”

He tried his damndest to be cavalier. But Eddie was everything but.

Ten dollars in quarters, more hours than he had spent in a pizza joint ever, and a hoard of tiny plastic containers from a machine holding costume jewelry, he had finally gotten what caught his eye.

A silver ring adorning a bat with an indigo colored stone in the center. It didn’t come close to the actual beauty you possessed but the blue stone reminded him of the way you moved through the crowd that day, like a rare gem.

Tired eyes focused on him, a nervous little twitch in his body didn’t go unnoticed as he fumbled with something behind his back, a wanton smile smirked on his lips.

You smile, adjusting the book from your lap and rubbing the pressure from your eyes, “a gift? Ed, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Didn’t have too,” he charmed, moving closer into your space, his jeans tickling the tips of your toes, “but… I wanted to.”

“Should I close my eyes?”

He chuckled, “sure sweetheart, hold out your hand,”

Your eyes shut tight, eyelashes squishing against your cheeks as you giggled, “why am I nervous?”

He stared at the rubber eraser shavings that clung to your bottom lip. The graphite on your fingers, a small hole in your jeans atop your knee, showing a smooth expanse of skin that he itched to touch. You had captivated him since the day you crossed his lazy stare in the lunchroom, and he thought of very little else.

He could still hear your squeals when you opened your eyes and saw the delicate ring in your palm. Still feel the way his heart raced when you jumped up and hugged his middle, squeezing him tight against you, the smell of your hair filling his nose with notes of strawberry, or was it peach?

He didn't realize he had the ring fisted in a vice grip until he felt blood in his palm, salty tears collecting in the thickness of his mustache, his lip quivering.

They’re wiped away in haste at the sound of a police cruiser. The familiar scent of thick gasoline exhaust and a camel cigarette follow with the squeak of his driver's door and release of weight on the suspension.

A towering frame crowds the sun from Eddie’s brow. A thick mustache sits square on an egg shaped skull, sunken cheeks replace a once plump face. But the drawl and cigarette smoke are welcoming just the same.

“Hey kid.”

—

Eddie was nervous.

The time you two had been spending together was making him feel giddy. You hadn’t kissed or so much as held hands yet but the air between you both had become filled with dense clouds of lust induced tension— it was hard for him to see straight.

He didn’t know if you felt the same, or if you only saw him as a friend, but tonight was the night the boundaries would cross, and he stood armed like a Paladin, ready to conquer his toughest quest yet, you.

Ice had built up on the broken concrete steps to Eddie’s trailer and your slick bottomed converse hit the glassy surface just right for you to slip backwards, falling into strong leather coated arms.

“We gotta stop falling into each other princess,” he chuckled, holding you tight with hands wrapped around your waist, “gettin’ too old for this nonsense.”

His scent invades you, encompassing you with hints of camels, a stick of big red gum, and starch powdered deodorant.

Your laugh bubbles out of your throat like a giggly champagne, “damn, you got me, totally do this on purpose, insurance claims. All the rage nowadays.”

He buffers for a bit as you tip forward on your feet and spin to face him, one step higher than he stands. “Only kidding,” you tease, grabbing his chin with icy fingers.

His doe eyes stare into yours, lost in the way you made his heart skip and his bones feel like jello, blood ablaze. He’s searching, searching your face for a giveaway— a sign.

And it happens like clockwork.

Your hands rest on either of his cheeks, thumb sweeping softly over the creamy silk of his skin, an audible sigh slides from his throat, followed by a giggle slipping from yours before your voice narrows to a whisper, “lighten up Munson.”

The salmon tone of his lips have gone more cherry colored in the cold, a little chapped from the frigid temps. Not the usually pinkish orangey hue they drew in warm light when he flustered over History notes and Chemistry study cards.

The apples of his cheeks were rosy like a cherub on a Valentine’s Day card, glittered with fancy text swirling of “Be Mine?”

Coal eyes shone with the bright overhead light from the trailer park. A deer caught in headlights.

Eddie was handsome in a way nobody in Hawkins was. A mane of curled brown locks, eyes to match. He was affectionate, easygoing, and you loved him the minute he crashed into you a few months ago.

Hands still on your waist he pulled you towards him, “Can’t,” he breathes, almost silently, a huff of air between you now, “not when I’m around you, never around you.”

Your fingers tangle together around his shoulders, braided in the hair at the nape of his neck, he shudders at the temperature change on his skin.

A quirk in your brow you tilt your head and wet your lips, “why’s that?”

He joins you on the crowded step, taller than you, peering into your face, heavy hands still on the waist, “for months, haven’t been able to think straight when you’re here,” his hands rub on your lower back making lazy circles under your coat with his blunt nails.

“Hmm..” you tease, twirling a curled lock of of the hair framing his face between your fingers, sultry eyes looking up at him in thick eyelashed innocence, “wonder why that is?”

The opening he was looking for, boundary lines down in overgrown grass as if he rolled a crit hit to whatever creature stood in his path was laid out for him.

His forehead comes to rest on yours, surprisingly warm in the cold, his nose like frost as it slid beside your own, bumping and sharing one breath.

“ ‘cause I’m crazy ‘bout you,” he finally admits, heart loosening, unrestricting, “and I can’t stop thinking what your lips would feel like with mine.”

He feels your smile on his mouth, the bated breath you’re holding teasing his tongue, “find out,” is all you can get mutter before his lips press gently to yours.

—

Hawkins was a few hours drive, longer yet after stopping at the nearest diner for a burger and fries. After staring at a menu for more than Hopper’s liking he ordered for himself and Eddie.

The coffee came in white ceramic mugs, the waitress setting them down in the designated spots that were already stained with rings of taupe, years of wear.

“Wayne’s all set up in a new trailer, living high off the hog or whatever he said during our weekly check-ins.”

Eddie ate in silence, chewing slowly, eating but not really tasting. What was freedom if you weren’t a part of it?

He’d be the first to admit that he talked to you when he was stressed. When he thought he couldn’t shut his eyes without seeing the horrific beings that crawled upside down from our world, he turned to your voice, feeling you wrap around him gave him a sense of hope.

“It’s not in Forest Hills, somewhere a little more private, government owned land.”

Eddie sipped at the bitter coffee, taking the burn in a big swig, letting it hurt. Nodding along as he watched his reflection in the dark cup.

—

Kissing you was like being able to breathe underwater, like the 1986 New Year’s fireworks over Lover’s Lake.

He kissed you at your door before school when he showed up every morning to drive you. He stole more kisses in his van, cursing the 8:15 bell, his hands on your waist pulling you further into him.

Standing by your locker, he kissed your cheeks as you dug for textbooks. He pressed his lips to your ear in the lunch line, making you squirm.

He kissed your shoulder when he sat behind you teaching you to play his guitar. Pressing the delicate pads of your fingers into the strings to play each chord with ease.

He’d groan into your neck, while pressing you into the couch, nipping your skin until his lips were raw.

“Where have you been my whole life?”

Your fingers are entwined in his hair, pulling his weight further into you, your legs wrap around his waist, “led astray, lost, so lost.”

He leans up, dark curtains of hair dangling into your face from your position on the saggy couch in the Munson living room.

He smiles a toothy grin, dimples breaching, “good thing I found you then, baby,” he sweeps a rogue eyelash from your cheek, “can’t escape me now.”

“wouldn’t want to even if I were dead.”

—

“Nope, hasn’t said a word, how do you know he can even talk?”

Owen’s sighs on the other end of the receiver, “he’s tough, but he’s been through a lot, needs time to recover, find out who he is again.”

Hopper takes a long drag of a cigarette, “yeah, don’t know about that one doc, he’s mute.”

Short trimmed nails scratch at a tuft of curly white hair, stationed somewhere in Nevada, “Alright, just get him home, I’ll call the uncle and let him know.”

—

Hugs lingered. Kisses deepened. Bodies pressed to one another in a staticky velcro of magnets, unable to peel apart.

Things were hot and heavy between you and Eddie. Smoky, tingly, a fog that had your blood pulsing places you didn’t know was even possible. You didn’t want to be apart, aching to explore every inch of him.

And he felt the same.

Together you set the plans into place.

He purchased the condoms, made sure his favorite mix of the slowest metal music he could find was ready to go. He washed his bed sheets and lit a dust covered candle.

You had done your own routine, showering and thoroughly scrubbing every surface of your skin, lathering a thick lotion on your body, and planting perfume in the direct places Cosmo described as, ‘irresistible’.

It wasn’t his first time. But it was yours.

Running his fingers through his bangs once more he took a last meticulous look around his room, crossing the trailer to answer the front door, where you had knocked quietly.

You were gorgeous, standing in a pair of light wash jeans and a buttoned red sherpa coat. A bag over your shoulder.

“There’s my girl,” he cooed, holding his arms wide and embracing you in his signature bone crushing hug. His lips found yours in a fevered second and he walked you backwards inside, flipping the deadbolt as he kicked the door behind him.

The duffle bag travels from your shoulder to his arm and he breaks away from your tempting lips. Holding your shoulder he pulls you into him, looking at you as he leads you to his room.

“Got everything you need? Toothbrush?”

You smile a little nervously, “check.”

“Okay, pajamas?” he inquires, “could wear mine if you wanted, you’d look pretty damn cute in my Garfield pants.”

“Packed and folded last night,” you say, tickling

his sides, “you were on the phone with me when I did it.”

He stops before crossing the threshold to his room, hands gently pressed to your cheeks, looking into your eyes in a serious manner.

“Are you sure? Like really sure?” his brows knit into concern, “I want you to be comfortable with this.. with me.”

You tug his shirt with a pinched grip, at his waist, staring back into his eyes, the truth on your tongue.

“I want you.”

—

Gravel spits up from the rubber tires as Hopper’s cruiser pulls off onto the secluded road. Eddie’s head hits the window hard with a thud, waking him from a dream.

“Home sweet home, kid.” Hop grunts, cranking the vehicle to a stop after traveling down a long twisting driveway thick with bordering trees and miles of woods on either side. A safe haven for a man deemed dead.

He could make out the taillights of his van, nestled in the tall grass beneath a willow tree, obscured from view. Wayne’s trusty Ford under the carport.

The overcast sky splayed a gray color against the new Munson home, and sitting on steps that weren’t broken, was Wayne.

The passenger door releases with a groan, and he inhales the fresh scent of dirt and summer grass. Finally, he feels like he can breathe.

Wayne’s familiar thin lipped grin is spread wide on his face, smoke lingering from a cigarette in an ashtray. His wet eyes gleam at the boy he once thought was dead, as he stands to greet his nephew.

“Hardly recognized ya with that short hair, Ed, and that beard?” he says rubbing a weathered hand through his own scruff, “givin’ me a run for my money son.”

He hadn’t seen his uncle since that friday morning in March. Unbeknownst to them both, in 15 short hours a cheerleader would die gruesomely in their living room, sprouting a world of chaos and demons, destruction, uncertainty and more carnage.

Hop had explained to Eddie that Wayne was compensated generously for his grief by the United States Government. He was told the ins and outs of what had happened and where Eddie was, and perched on land in a new house, he was told to wait.

—

Spring had sprung, the hard winter that seemed like it would never end was finally seeing its demise. March brought promises of new growth in the soil, and warmer days ahead.

It was a typical Friday, besides a morning pep rally for the laundry basket team after winning an important game the night before.

A pep rally you never attended.

Your back was pressed against the bathroom stall, skirt rucked up with the help of Eddie’s hand.

“We’re… gonna… get caught.” You rasped out between kisses.

His other hand was interlaced with yours high above your head, “probably,” he teased, tongue licking into your mouth, “it’s worth it though? Yeah?”

His hand travels further to the cotton waist of your panties, dragging them further and further down your thigh, his lips assaulting your neck, vibrating with your delicate moans.

“For you?” you question, hooking an arm around his shoulder, as your panties hit the ground, “always.”

He smiles into your lips as he pushes into your warm center, taking the breath from your lungs as you adjust to him, ass cheeks cold on the metal siding of the stall.

Your legs are wrapped into the crease where his elbow meets, his cock dragging in and out languidly, mouths hung open and tasting each other's ecstasy as your eyes drink one another up.

“Swear I’ve never, ever had someone like you, baby,” he gasped, bangs frizzing from being wet from a morning shower then covered in sweat.

Hips pistoning into you, he can feel your walls clench and tighten, your breath choked before you release, saying his name as if it’s the only word you can make out.

He cums hard. biting his lip and burying his face into your neck, “I love you, fuck I love you.”

It was the first time he had said it. He had known it for months, but today in the girls bathroom skipping a pep rally he could give a shit about, he figured it was the perfect place to say how he felt.

He’s still inside you when you say it back, spend leaking from you and onto the tiled floor. Your own eyes wet with the happiest of tears because no one has ever said that to you, not like this.

But this gorgeous man, in all his reputational flaws that didn’t mean shit, loved you. And you had never felt more emotion flooding through you all at once.

“I love you too, Eddie.”

—

Hopper didn’t stay for supper, patting his barely there belly and saying the missus was expecting him home tonight. He tipped a felt hat goodbye to Wayne and to Eddie, telling them to call if they needed anything.

He still hadn’t spoken, only nodded and waved curtly as the red tail lights danced down the tangled web of a driveway.

“Gonna make pork chops if you’re interested,” Wayne chirped, holding the door open for him as they climbed the same number of steps, “learned how to cook, can y’ believe that?”

He smiled softly, carrying his envelope of release papers and setting them on the table.

Everything from the old trailer was ruined. His guitar, all the band equipment he had stored in his room, the mattress that held more memories with you in them that he’d never get back— all gone, burned to a rancid fiery crisp when the fourth chime rang and Hawkins spread open like a festering wound.

The only thing he had of yours was the small bat ring with a sapphire stone.

Ten dollars in quarters at a shitty pizza place. He should have given you something real.

—

“.. yeah yeah and I was full of shit then,” Eddie grinned as Jeff and Gareth teased him about his graduation timeline. “This is my year, I can feel it.. ‘86 baby!”

He was always a flare for dramatics, dungeon master or not he amped it up for the freshman, acting like DnD was life or death, as if the cult of Vecna couldn’t be missed.

To be fair, he spent months on this campaign, late nights plotting and scrawling into a binder as you sat behind him, playing with his hair.

French braids then pippy styled pigtails, a cute bun on the top of his head with little hairs sweeping against his forehead and at the nape of his neck, perfect curls.

“Ten bucks says Wheeler cries when Vecna makes his return.”

“You think?”

“Definitely.”

Shoving Dustin and Mike with specific instructions to find a replacement player for Lucas, he sits down to his measly little lunch, leaning over to your space and whispering so only you can hear.

“After Hellfire tonight you wanna come over? Wayne bought a frozen pizza and I heard that Family Video finally got some good horror flicks in.”

Stealing a pretzel from his fingers you nod your head yes, “ I’ll get the movie, meet you at the trailer?”

The rest of the day dragged on. One boring class after another, students excited for the upcoming game, teachers unable to keep the roar of amped up Jocks under control, but alas the last bell finally rang. Releasing Hawkins High for Spring Break of ‘86.

Some kids went on vacation, others hunkered down with their friends. And some never made it back to school when classes resumed.

Walking down to his designated selling spot at the forgotten picnic table in the woods, he could have never imagined the trouble he’d be in just seven hours later.

—

Pork Chops seared in a pan with some butter and a chopped onion, Wayne had the news playing on the small tv in the kitchen, listening for the weather report.

The trailer was identical to the one lost to the rotting flesh of the Upside Down. Newer, and a damn sight cleaner, but the layout was exactly the same, except for an added bedroom with an attached bath on the opposite wall of the living room.

The filthy hat collection was replaced by odd cowboy decor and small wolf figurines. Eddie paced around the living room, touching the knick knacks that someone else had picked out not even questioning whether or not Wayne enjoyed this kind of stuff.

He had shown Eddie to his room, a navy blue carpet stretched across the floor, a queen sized bed against the back wall. New new new. Everything was foreign to him.

He would miss the heavy creak of a dresser drawer that didn’t shut properly, his closet door that fell off its track years before. Hell, he’d even miss the itch of the green wool blanket he kept on his bed in the winter months.

“Got your own bathroom too,” Wayne said cheerfully hovering in the doorway, hand rubbing the knob as he stared at the floor, “figured you’d wanna shower ‘fore supper, so I laid a towel out.”

Eddie turned his head nodding while he poked at the too soft blanket folded on his bed.

“It’s good to have you home, Eddie.” Wayne said, finally looking into his nephew’s eyes, “didn’t feel the same without you.”

Wayne wasn’t a coddler, he didn’t want Eddie to feel like he couldn’t be trusted, so he turned to leave, “shower’s got real good water pressure.” He takes a glance back at Eddie, and looks around the room before pulling the door shut behind him.

“Thanks,” Eddie mumbles, turning away at the last second, avoiding the piercing color of Wayne’s eyes before they could break him down.

—

Ten o’ clock on the dot your car crunched onto the dusty driveway of Forest Hills. Eddie’s van wasn’t parked out front yet, but thankfully the Munson trailer was never kept locked.

The trailer smelled of old smoke and musk from two hard working men. Even if the laundry was never caught up, and greasy wrappers from a quick bite of a burger littered the counter— Eddie’s home was comforting to you.

You didn’t have to fumble around for the light switches anymore, walking in the dark you knew where the table could connect with your hip if you weren’t careful.

Ten steps from the kitchen, down the hall was his bedroom door, five steps back led to the bathroom. He had cleared a drawer for you to keep your clothes in, socks, extra pajamas, some of his favorite pairs of your underwear lived in the top drawer on the right.

The mirror on his dresser held a collection of pictures of the two of you from the photo booth at Starcourt Mall, movie ticket stubs, and the mint condition guitar he kept sacred.

A yawn escapes your tired mouth the warmth of a shower calls to you.

Grabbing a towel from the cabinet, the water sputters under the shower head as it always did, and familiar music floods your ears from the thin walls outside.

—

His reflection is gaunt, different than the last time he looked at himself, the night he struck the mirror in disgust.

He’s too happy to rid himself of the swamp smelling clothes that itched and scraped his skin. The lick of a flame would do them justice, good riddance to the worst time of his life.

The shower is bigger, the head double the size of the one he grew used to. The spray of scalding water hits his head like magma. Burning his flesh, washing away months of isolation, stale air, and stiff clothing.

The water released muscles in his back that had grown crimped from the thin cot he curled himself on. His fingers ran through the shorter length of hair on his head, just above his eyebrows realizing it now was long enough to drip water into his eyes.

He didn’t check the labels before rubbing whatever soap or shampoo it was into his skin, but the slide of it onto his pale and gummy mauled scars felt like butter on toast.

Registering the faint scent of a stixky sweet fruit he couldn’t determine if it was strawberry or peach, but the concoction had him clutching his chest, unable to breathe.

It smelled like you.

You. His best friend.

You. His first girlfriend.

You. The only person he has ever loved— so intensely, it killed him.

You you you.

His gem. All sapphire blues with depths beyond comparison to anyone else who simply peaked on the surface.

Gone.

“Ready whenever you are!” Wayne knocked on the door, “pork chop ain’t no good cold.”

He wipes the tears from his eyes. Regulates his breathing with labored intakes. And finally admits the thing he couldn’t for the past six months.

“She’s gone.”

—

“Sorry for the mess, maid took the week off.”

“You live here alone?”

Murmured voices are muffled under the rush of water from the shower, “Eddie?..that you?”

Shuffled steps get closer and the bathroom door swings open, Eddie’s eyes are wide, wild with excitement as they roam over your form.

He licks his lips, stalking towards you in a lazy manner with dark hooded eyes, “prettiest girl in the whole world in my bathroom?” His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into him, a breathtaking move leaving you giggly as his hand caresses your cheek, “hope you’re naked under these clothes.”

He presses his lips to yours in a chaste kiss, dipping you low and swinging you back up, he tastes like Mountain Dew and lingering hints of nicotine, spread with a wicked grin.

“I missed you, handsome,” you say, pressing your lips to his again, “so how was it? Did Mike cry when Vecna came back?”

Eddie barks out a laugh, rubbing his hands together, “think I might’ve seen a single tear fall, but they defeated him— crit hit by Sinclair’s sister.”

“Really? That’s.. impressive!”

“It was… shit, I’ve never been more proud of those little assholes.” His smile fades and you know he’ll miss being DM for them next year.

“Eddie?” A small voice asks from the living room.

Your brow quirks in question and he looks at you voice whispering low, “Chrissy Cunningham wants to buy ketamine.”

“What?!” you whisper back face struck in shock, “seriously?!”

Eddie nods, eyes wide in almost disbelief himself, “wanted a half ounce at first, but then said she needed something stronger.”

Your face pulls concern, honestly astonished that someone who seemed so prim and proper would want something like that. Eddie didn’t sell k normally you’ve been with him on multiple occasions and the only thing that was consistent with your peers of Hawkins High was weed.

“Do you even have it?”

“Dunno” he shrugs, lips in a frown, “told her I did because it’s an easy thirty bucks, but I could just crush up some tic-tacs… she wouldn’t know the difference.”

“Eddie? Did you find it?” Chrissy calls out in a nervous pitch.

“I can talk to her while you find something?”

“That’d be great,” he kissed you once more, lips buzzing, “two minutes!” He practically skips to his bedroom and shoots you a wink. Leaving you in a flight of butterflies lining your stomach. Helplessly in love.

—

Inhaling the hot cooked meal that didn’t taste like warmed up roadkill, Eddie sat in silence in a clean pair of clothes that weren’t his, listening to Wayne talk about what he’d been up to since they had last seen each other.

He burned with questions, needing, wanting, aching to know but the only thing he could blurt out came choked and almost suffocating on the use of his vocal cords.

“I need to see her.”

Wayne simply slurped his iced tea, setting the glass down heavy on the oak table, ice shifting. “Figured you would… want me to drive ya?”

Eddie swallows hard and shakes his head, “I need to go alone.”

With instructions from Wayne on the less traveled roads back to town, Eddie’s van sputtered to life in a cloud of backfiring smoke. He couldn’t bring himself to look at the passenger seat, he knew what would be there, and what wouldn’t.

Nothing was the same. Not anymore.

—

The boat floor was cramped, quite literally packed like sardines in a can, you were somehow lulled to sleep by the sway of Lover’s Lake waters and the even breathing of Eddie’s chest.

Your head tucked beneath his chin, he wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could without crushing your bones.

Rick’s offered little comfort for an empty stomach outside of a moldy fruit bowl, an expired beer and a singular can of spaghetti o’s. But you were both safe for now. And that’s what mattered.

The kids, Steve Harrington— of all people— and Robin promised food and any information they could find without seeming suspicious. He was gracious for their companionship, needing something to keep him busy while trying to hide his own slip to insanity from you.

Your tears were endless, soft and steady one minute and the next you were wrecked, in a choked fit clinging to him for dear life.

Eddie’s mind played on replay of your trembling screams when Chrissy’s bones snapped like twigs and her eyes vacuumed out of her skull. Vecna, a made up character that he had been obsessing over for the past couple months for DnD was real.

Killing teenagers for what? World domination? Eddie and yourself were the ones on the run, knowing all too well how a dead cheerleader in his trailer would look to any cop with half a brain.

He’d run forever if it meant not losing you and killing Vecna for good. Everything he had ever known, books of fantasy and creatures that he drew for campaigns, it was all real, and these kids have been fighting it for years now.

The sound of tires crunching on the driveway had his ears perked like a guard dog, followed by three slamming doors. Instructions were given, and he could only imagine that whoever it was was in Rick’s house and it was only a matter of time before they noticed the boat house just like Mayfield had.

The walkie talkie Dustin left was clutched in his hand, you were both fucked, and needed help— now.

—

The Roane Hill Cemetery was eerily foggy, dew coated the hot blades of grass from the sweltered heat. Wayne drew a map on what section you were in. Apparently the number of people lost in the “earthquake” were in the upper digits now, and they were running out of land to bury the deceased.

Those not recovered were given markers slotted into the ground with accompanied by silk ribbons to symbolize hope. They were nestled up under a thick tree line, complete with a wrought iron fence.

He bubbled out a laugh when he crossed by his own empty grave. The headstone was covered in graffiti of wishes to burn in hell. Typical. His death date marked as ‘March 27 1986’. But that wasn’t true.

Lots of people passed that day when hell itself opened a crimson quaking flood. but not him. Although he wished he had.

Pushing forward, he knew had to be close now. The air was thick in the foggy whiteness— blinding him. A high pitched croak screeched from the sky, and he stumbled backward, landing on his ass with a wet thud, a spattering of grass grown wild in tender dirt.

His chest cavity sunk in, gasping for breath but coming up empty. Each threatened choke chipped away at him as his fists tore at the soft ground.

His girl. His gem. Laid to rest.

—

The Winnebago rocked on uneven suspension as Steve winded down the Indiana highway back to Hawkins. It was eerily quiet. Even Robin was silent, planning her mission in her head? You couldn’t be sure.

Tightening the bandana around Eddie’s curls you ask him if it feels okay.

“Yeah, course.”

Days of running. Hours of growling stomachs, unable to keep down food— you prayed this plan of Nancy’s would work, that Max would be able to lure Vecna with her vulnerable mind, that Eddie could distract the bats long enough to have the others attack his paralysis ridden body—it had to work— right?

Eddie sits and pulls you onto his lap, adjusting the spear made by the same eleven year old girl who defeated his campaign a few nights before. Erica, you learned, was a warrior.

“Nervous?” you asked throwing an arm around his neck and whispering into his ear.

He shrugged nonchalantly, “little worried.”

You believed in the plan, in the younger kids, in Steve Nancy and Robin who had been fighting stuff like this from a different dimension for years. They were trustworthy and intelligent.

“It’s gonna work babe,” you encouraged, stroking his cheek, “we’ll clear your name, graduate, and then leave this hell hole, together.”

He looks at you with strained eyes, wetter than usual, “you and me?”

Staring back at him you press your lips to his in a gentle kiss, “forever.”

—

He laid there until the sky turned to ink. Speaking to you in his head, knowing in his deepest of hearts that you could hear him. Telling you how he had missed you, how your beautiful smile played like a film in his brain. How he loved you. and hours have told you sooner, more, every day.

He told you how he wished he was gone too. Would you like that? It could be so easy to do.

Tracing his fingers over the formal font of your engraved name. He smirked at the silly spelling of your middle name.

It was comforting.

Eddie hadn’t felt this sense of calm since the day you hadn’t come back to him in the mirror, and he thought whatever magic spell was broken until you reached for him one last time, promising to never leave.

But you did, and he was alone.

Standing upright, he let out a sleepy yawn, “can I come by tomorrow?” he asked, “would you be okay with that?” He smiled, and bent at the knee to press his lips into the stone above your name.

“Oh,” he remembered, fishing your ring from the breast pocket of his borrowed flannel shirt, “look what I found.”

He held it to your stone, “this belongs to you, baby, I want you to have it.”

Placing the small ring on the smooth base of your tombstone, he gets back up, knees clicking like he’s years older than he actually was.

“See you tomorrow, my sweet gem.”

—

The night air shifted on his drive home, blowing a chilling breeze from the north that whipped his hair around his ears. The van struggled on the drive home with each gust that blew against the metal frame.

“Think we’re in for a storm tonight.” Wayne said when Eddie breached the front steps, straightening his arm, “ol elbow’s actin’ up.”

“Kinda cold for September, right?”

“All of a sudden it dropped about thirty degrees, somethin’s a brewin’.”

Wayne had his truck keys wrapped around a finger, “I gotta go check on Miss Pam, her husband died in the uhh.. anyway, she’s not doing well and you remember how those damn lights always went out? I’ll be back after while.”

Eddie grew a smile, “should I wait up?”

Wayne stopped in his tracks, talking around a smirk hiding a laugh, “don’t get smart with me.”

They both share a glance and laugh softly, and Eddie still has a smile even after the rumble of Wayne’s pickup gets carried away in the wind.

He locked up, pulling the vinyl shades and unhooking the curtains, pitching the trailer into darkness right as the rain pelted the window panes.

Wayne must have made his bed when he was in the cemetery. A small radio was perched on a nightstand and after slipping into starched pajama pants, from the fancy dresser, Eddie fiddled with the knob until the faint guitar sounds filled the room.

Thunder grumbled in the distance, but what he heard next was repetitive, growing louder. Shit, maybe Wayne didn’t have a house key.

“Ya know,” he says, walking to through the kitchen to the front door, “you tel me not to wait up but then you bang on the door because you don’t have keys? C’mon!”

The door swings open with a final gust of wind. Mud sloshed on his feet, Rain splattered his face. But that was not a concern.

A beautiful face, covered in Earth. Eyes he hadn’t seen outside of a mirror in months. You wore the same thing he last saw you in, same tattered wear that his Hellfire shirt had, but it somehow looked soft.

“I promised you forever.”

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Children of the Night Part 8 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Daddy Vampire Eddie/ Switch Vampire Steve & Sub Fem Human Reader, SMUT, brief smacking, handcuffing, pegging :), biting, blood (vampires so yeah), dirty talk, etc. FLUFF, they love each other <3,

ANGST, Steve struggles with his need to talk control and Eddie fears that may have disastrous consequences. Their childhoods are touched on very briefly, negative talk about how Steve's dad can't accept his sons sexuality (very brief) and some conversation about what happened in S4, cliffhanger ending... *evil laughs*

Word Count: 6090

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“Fuck, that’s it, baby.”, you groan as you grind your hips against Steve’s tongue while his hands dug into your thighs as you rode his face. Eddie smirked from his place between his boyfriend’s legs that he was currently holding apart as he thrust roughly into him.

It had been a few months since Eddie had turned Steve and the new vampire was doing much better than he was before. He felt more confident in his ability to feed without fear of fully draining and both men had been able to get a better hold over their emotions.

You sold your house and moved in with them, finding that after everything that happened it was better for you three to be closer to each other. You had also taken over Steve’s responsibilities such as making sure there was enough blood in the fridge just in case and keeping track of their health to make sure they were alright.

You genuinely didn’t mind doing it and they made up for it after they woke up; taking you on dates, spoiling you, and then fucking you till your eyes rolled. They got back to being consistent with streaming and you had become a prominent member as they fed from you.

Grabbing Eddie’s jaw, you brought his lips to yours as your body shuttered and the coil snapped. The metalhead having already fed from you knew it was time for Steve to have his meal and as if they could read reach others minds as soon as Eddie pulled out, the other vampire pushed you off him, and wrapped his arm around your waist, placing you underneath him.

As soon as he guided his cock into your cunt, Eddie did the same with his partner’s entrance again making Steve grumble low in his chest with pleasure before his fangs attached to your throat. Your fingers tangled in his hair as your eyes rolled back.

“Oh my…God. Y-Yes, Renfield. Take what you need.”

His hips pump at a fast pace, thrusting himself deep into your core while pushing back hard against the other vampire whose eyes never left your face; making sure Steve didn’t take too much. Licking his fingertips, Eddie reached underneath him to rub fast circles into your clit causing you to cry out at the feeling.

Right as you came, Steve pulled up his head without prompting, his hair blocking his eyes and his lips covered in blood.

“Good boy. Cum for Daddy, baby.”, Eddie whispered encouragingly in the boy’s ear.

An audible grunt left his lips as he warmed your insides and collapsed on top of you.

“F-Fuck. That was so fucking good. Are…are you ok, honey?”, he panted as his palm cupped your cheek. When you nod, he grins as he licks his thumb and heals the bite mark he left. “I think Dracula’s leaving the cameras on this time while we do some after care, ok?”

“Ok, baby.”

The man himself suddenly appeared next to you with some water and juice, popping the latter open and guiding it to your lips after Steve helps you sit up.

“There we go, good girl. You have to drink all this, alright? Do you want a bath tonight or do you want me to try the washcloth?”

“Washcloth, please, Daddy.”

“Ok, princess. What about you, Renfield? How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright, baby, thank you.”

You beam up at them with heavy eyes as they kiss softly before Eddie disappears again.

Tenderly, your lips kiss Steve’s shoulder and trails down his arms to his hands.

“I love you, Renfield. I love you so much.”, you hiccup as the clingy side takes over and you nuzzle your face into his cool skin.

His palm cups your cheek and brings your lips to his before moving up to your forehead.

“I love you to, Mina…so beautiful, honey.”

“Ay, children.”, Eddie playfully scolds as he swishes his hand back and forth between you two. “So greedy, I swear.”

While cleaning between your legs, the long-haired vampire notices Steve’s kisses becoming a bit more passionate as he licked and sucked on your neck with his lips making your brain start to go even fuzzier.

“Renfield.”

You heard it in his tone. When Steve stepped over the submissive line and disobeyed he wanted to scold him properly so it sunk in but he couldn’t with the cameras on which he knew his partner was aware of. While he had gotten better at controlling his emotions, the urges while or after being intimate were even harder to rein in and Eddie found himself punishing Steve more and more. Neither boy minded but the metalhead was beginning to find repeating himself tiresome.

“Hey, little boy. I didn’t give you permission to do that.”

Standing to his full height, he grabbed his boyfriend’s chin forcing him off you but when Steve’s black eyes glared his way, he growled low in his throat. Wind blew around you as Eddie turned off the camera and angrily tossed the rag in his hand against the wall.

“How many times are we going to do this, Steven? I thought you wanted me to be in control?!”

“I do! I do.”, he insists as he blinks and tries to get to his feet but his partner pushes him back on to the mattress.

“Sit down.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I really am.”, he pleads. “I just…there’s something about her… I can’t…” Steve feels himself go into a slight trance again as he presses his nose to your cheek and inhales your scent. At the action, his large hand glides up your skin between your thighs as your eyes roll closed and you groan. “I can’t help it. I want to fuck her till neither of us can move.”

His last sentence comes out deep and seductive in his vampire voice causing Eddie to blink as he thinks to himself.

“Stop. No. Leave her be tonight. She needs to refuel and rest.”

Grunting in frustration, he begrudgingly moves away from you and guides you backward under the covers, smiling when you immediately fall asleep.

The other vampire’s chocolate eyes constantly scanned over you both as you slept. It wasn’t just a dynamic thing or him being annoyed sexually that Steve wasn’t listening. Eddie understands what it was like to allow the vampire to take over when it came to you both but, unfortunately when it came to the man he loved, Steve had come the closest the most times to accidently killing you by fully draining you.

There had to be a way to get him to listen and be more careful.

That afternoon when you woke up, you found a note with your name on the end table on top of some cash.

“Baby girl,

Can you do me a favor and buy these items here for me? I’d do it myself but I don’t want Steve to know what I’m up to and walking into that store is going to rile me up so he’ll feel that and ask questions so I want to do this while he’s asleep.

If you don’t feel comfortable, I understand. Just burn this note and we can come up with another plan later tonight. I love you, sweetheart.

Things we need…”

Your eyebrows raise as you read the list.

What IS he up to?

#################

“Good morning, my love.”, Eddie greets as soon as Steve opens his eyes. “How are you feeling? Hungry?”

“Um, no. I’m still pretty full from last night. What are you up to?”

“Nothing. I just thought the three of us could play tonight without the camera.”

“Is Y/N ok with that? She’s not sore?”

“I’m alright, baby, thank you.”, you giggle in a sweet voice as you come around the corner.

The vampire’s jaw drops when he sees you draped in a simple white lace nightie with matching panties underneath. Your nipples peaked through the material but your hair attempted to block his view as it fell around your shoulders. You looked so innocent…

He wanted to ruin you.

“Oh, do you like my gift I got her, Stevie?”

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck she looks so good.”

“Have a seat, baby.” Eddie gestures to a chair he had placed by the bed, beaming sweetly when the vampire listens. “Good boy. Look at you. Listening to Daddy so well tonight. You must really want her.”

Steve aggressively nods as you stand behind him and run your palms along his bare shoulders down his arms.

“Hm. But you were misbehaving last night. Weren’t you, little boy?”

The sound of clicking startles the pretty vampire as you handcuff his wrists behind the chair just as Eddie had instructed before he woke up.

“Weren’t you?”

“Please, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“Yet you keep disobeying. You’ve gotten better about stopping yourself when it comes to not draining to much but you get so worked up so easily. Even when Daddy tells you no, you give me attitude and sometimes do it anyway.”

“I’m—”

“I know. You’re sorry.”

Taking a seat on the bed, you watch as the metalhead quickly maneuvers around the room, pushing the chair against the wall and chaining the boy so he could barely move.

“Eddie, what the fuck!?”

Steve grunts when the vampire smacks his cheek and grips his jaw.

“I trust you when you say you’re sorry but I need it to fully sink in. When I tell you to stop or do something you do it especially when it comes to her.”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

Releasing his hold, Eddie sits beside you and gently rubs your thigh.

“Now because Y/N has been a good girl, I’m going to reward her.”, he coos as he pushes some of your hair behind your ear. “I’m going to let her fuck Daddy.” Your eye lids flutter at his words and his hand effortlessly slides between your thighs to the crotchless panties, his fingers running between your folds.

“You like that idea, princess?”

“Please, Daddy.”

As your lips mingled with his, you both listened as Steve tried to use his strength to break free but failed.

“This isn’t fucking fair! I kept you in control for two years, Edward!” The long-haired boy growls low at his words and you try to calm him by caressing his cheek.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“He needs to learn, baby. I don’t know what else to do.”

“Fuck you both! You’re a part of this to, Y/N?! FUCK! After everything I put up with when it came to you losing control, Eddie. All the fucking deaths I helped you clean up and the times I even saved your fucking life, Y/N!”

The vampire in front of you swished away from you and grabbed his boyfriend’s throat.

“SO THAT MAKES IT OK FOR YOU TO LOSE CONTROL!? FOR YOU TO ALMOST KILL THE WOMAN WE LOVE?! Because I fucked up!?”, Eddie shouted in a deep voice as they glared at each other with black eyes.

“Steve…if you want to stop we can stop. Just say the word.”, you coo gently as you slowly walk towards them. “Eddie, baby, let him go till he tells us.”

When he didn’t move, your hand reached out to grab his wrist as you tenderly kissed his cheek. After a few seconds, he did what you asked. Steve’s dark eyes scanned over you both and the scene in front of him. He wondered if you realized how innocent you genuinely seemed right now; an angel trying to manage two devils.

He wanted you to feel safe with them and even he knew sometimes his neediness was hard to control when the vampire took over. That first night he had almost killed you and it frightened them both. He never wanted to feel that again and he definitely didn’t want that for his partner.

“I’m ok.”, he mumbled.

Eddie stepped towards him with the intention of making him speak up but you cut him off, placing your soft hand on his chin, and gently kissed his lips.

“Are you sure, baby?”

“Yes, ma’am, I’m sure.”

“Ok. Good boy. If you change your mind just let Daddy or me know.”

“Yes ma’am.”

When you turned to face the metalhead again, you were met with kisses as he cupped your face.

“We don’t deserve you.”, he whispers as his thumbs run along your skin.

“No, we don’t.”, Steve agrees.

Eddie carried you to the bed, his soft kisses becoming more passionate as you both grinded against each other.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m…I’m a little nervous.”

Your eyes rolled as he open mouth kissed your neck, his tongue caressing your skin as you both groaned.

“I know, pretty girl. I can feel it but—fuck—do you feel how hard you’re making me?”

“Fuck, Daddy. C-Can I…is it ok if I…?”

Glancing towards Steve, he noticed the dent in his pajama bottoms as he felt the energy rise between the two beings loved. Nodding, Eddie rolled out of your way and got up to place himself behind his partner.

“Crawl for us, baby.”

Giggling, you did what he wanted, sinking to your hands and knees to make your way towards them. Steve whimpered at the sight as the other vampire ran his hands along his chest.

“I’ll make you a deal. If you behave through this, I’ll allow her to suck your cock so you can cum down her throat.”

“Yes, baby, please.”

Eddie grinned as you perched your elbows on his thighs between his legs and tenderly kissed his tummy. Your breasts behind the silky material perfectly rubbed against him making him pant against the other boy’s cheek before his stomach was suddenly cut and you began to drink his blood.

Steve tugged on his restraints as his head fell back, moaning loudly you sucked his wound.

“Oh…my…FUCK! That feels so fucking good.”

“I know, baby. I know. I bet you want to fuck her till little one can barely walk, huh? Oh, to bad you can’t seem to listen to Daddy.”

“I’ll listen! I’ll listen…please, Daddy. I promise.”

“I know you will. Come on, beautiful. Time for your reward.”

Your body swayed as Eddie reached for your bicep and guided you to your feet. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he dug through the bag you brought out and untangled the strap on from the tissue paper the shop at used as an extra layer of hidden production.

When his eyes meet yours, you can’t help but giggle at the innocence behind them as you lean down to peck his lips, taking the toy from his hand, and sliding it up like underwear. Taking his hand in yours, you place his fingers between your legs.

“Feel that? When you click the button on the remote, it will vibrate. The harder I pump the harder it presses against me.”

“Fuck me, sweetheart. You are so perfect.”, he whines his hand grabs the back of your neck forcing your mouth to his. “Come here, baby.”

As he starts to position you over his face, you stop him.

“Wait, Daddy. Since you’re letting me take over a bit… can we try it the other way?”

“Um, Jesus, yeah. You’ll tell me if I’m too heavy?”

“Yes, I promise.”

After laying you flat on your back, Eddie takes off his boxers and straddles his knees on either side of your head, being careful to not hit you by accident or pull any of your hair. Trying to comfort him, you run your hands along his thighs and a small groan leaves his lip.

Pressing the little button on the remote, the vibration comes to life between your legs and you moan his title as he tilts forward to wrap his mouth around the end of silicone. The lower his head went the harder the garment pressed against your clit causing you to moan around his cock as his tip hit the back of your throat driving the vampire crazy.

“Fuck, Y/N! That feels so good.”

Static and need run through your body as you felt Steve get more turned on by what he was witnessing. Thrusting upwards, you groan as you listen to Eddie gag and find a steady rhythm as you search for a release. Making sure to keep your mouth full of him, you kept his cock warm between your cheeks as your eyes rolled and the coil snapped.

Your moans around his length had him grunting loudly as he tried to control himself from coming as well. You both weren’t even close to being done and he wanted to savor the moment.

Carefully, Eddie bounced away from you towards the bedside table to grab the lubrication as you turn to glance towards the other vampire whose eyes were now black with desire as the vampire was starting to take over. You could hear his low growl as he tried to maintain control, his arms and hands tugging against the chains around him.

Quietly, you wiped the drool from your mouth and stroked it along the toy, groaning lightly as it pushed back against you.

“I love you, Steve. Come back to us, baby.”

“Love…you…”, he strained a reply as his eyes squeezed shut. “Sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry.” A tap on your shoulder causes you to turn as Eddie hands you the bottle. “Why does his speech break like that? Yours doesn’t.”

“He’s hungry and still new… The more he learns to control it, the quicker that will go away.”

“He needs to eat?”

“No, hey, focus. He’s ok. I can give him a blood pack after.”

“Not hungry…for…food…”, the other vampire huffs. “Want…you…”

Eddie’s head tilted at his partners comment as he whispered in your direction. “Can you feel that?” You nod as your breathing picks up the same way it does right before you orgasm. “Can you tap into it? Show me what you’re feeling from him?”

Closing your eyes, you do what he asks and try to focus on what was running through Steve at the moment. You could absolutely feel the want for you both but for Eddie it was a combination of anger and intense desire. He wanted to prove that he could be in control and still take care of him. It was like an internal battle within himself where Steve still wanted Daddy but the vampire wanted to BE Daddy.

When your eyes opened again, he smirked your way and you mirrored him as you turned to focus on Eddie, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him back against the pillows as you took your place between his legs.

“Lay back, Daddy. I can take care of you.” His chocolate eyes watched you carefully as you poured some of the lube in your palm and mewled when you firmly massaged his entrance with your fingers. “That’s it, honey, fuck you’re tight.”

His cock twitched at your words as he reached down to lazily pump himself as he waited. As you slowly began guiding the silicone into him, his breath caught in his chest as his back arched.

“Fuck, baby.”

Gripping his thighs for leverage, you made subtle thrusting motions with your hips as the vibration between your legs pressed harder against your clit.

“Daddy takes it so well. There you go… sucking me in like a good boy.”

Where Eddie could normally feel you both, something primal was blocking the notion. He loved the way you were talking to him but he needed to make sure you still understand he was in charge. Is this what Steve was struggling with? Did he not need Daddy anymore?

As you picked up your pace, the boy beneath you exposed his neck a bit more and you literally felt your mouth salivate. You wanted nothing more than to kiss it and run your tongue along that vein on the side.

It looked so…delicious…

“FUCK!”

You’re not sure when you did it but suddenly your human teeth were biting so hard into Eddie’s throat that blood was now draining past your lips. The notion was so strong and he tasted so good, even more so when his fingers tangled in your hair and held you closer to him as he grunted in pleasure.

You didn’t see it but his eyes darkened and you abruptly stopped moving as he yanked you back roughly.

“Who told you to stop fucking me?”, he growled in a deep voice that had you exhaling heavily. His palm grabbed your neck and a grumble of warning caused you to start thrusting into him against. “Never…NEVER forget, little girl, I’m Daddy. You think you’re in charge right now but that’s an illusion. I’M always in control. Do I make myself clear?”

Your eyes blinked and softened as you nodded.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I-I-I don’t know…”

“It’s ok, baby. You got this. Fuck me harder, sweetheart. Please.”

Your gaze never left his as you did what he asked, pumping into him so hard the bed began to shake until you screamed and fell against his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around you as he moaned into your ear and you felt his seed hit your belly between you.

“Eddie, I’m…I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”

“Shhhh…it’s ok. I’m ok. See? All healed.”, he coos as he shows you his neck that you tenderly kiss. “Do you think you can wait a few more minutes before I give you a bath?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Carefully, you pull out of him and lay there patiently as he helps you remove the device, tossing it on the floor. Rising to his feet, he grabbed the computer chair and wheeled it directly in front of his partner as he took a seat.

“Do you want to start being in control?”

“No…I don’t…”

Eddie doesn’t say a word as he watches you stand and walk towards Steve, kneeling as you move around to free him. With his hands still bound behind his back, however, you help him out of his seat and walk him towards the metalhead.

Without prompting, he straddles his lap facing him as his head hangs. Both vampires exhale as Eddie takes hold of his chin, tilting his eyes to meet his own.

“Talk to me.”

“It’s hard…”

“I mean…yeah, but after what you just saw I’m not surprised.”

You smile as Steve breathily laughs, shaking his head.

“You’re so fucking stupid.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”, he sighs before leaning his forehead against his own. “The feelings are so strong, Ed. The vampire wants to take over so bad. He wants to hold you down and have you kneeling at MY feet. He wants to shove his cock down your throat and hear you choke.” Eddie’s eyes lids fluttered as he tried to keep his facial features from showing anything.

Placing his palm on Steve’s lower back, he guided him to grind his hips against his thigh.

“He wants to fuck you both till the fucking mattress breaks… He’s—mmm—hungry for you and blood. I just want to hold you both and have you do those things to me like we always do but it’s primal, honey.”

Helping him to move faster, Eddie leans up to kiss his lips and Steve groans against them as he nears his release.

“Steve Harrington, I love YOU. If you want to try switching it up I’m fine with that. What I can’t allow is for you to hurt her. Y/N is a strong woman but she’s still fragile. She doesn’t heal like we do. That part of the vampire you and I BOTH need to do better with.”

The man’s body trembles as he cums, his pants dampening against Eddie’s skin.

“It’s only with her, baby.”, he whispers as he pants against his mouth. “…and you. Do…Do you still crave me?”

“Fuck, Steve.”, he chuckles. “That fucking word choice turns me on. Yeah I do, sweetheart, but… I didn’t figure it would give me any kind of sustenance like her blood.”

“Try it.”, you encourage. “Maybe just offer him your wrist.”

Doing as he suggest, he offers him his arm and the other vampire hesitates before biting into his flesh. Eddie flinches for a moment but the pain is soon replaced with pure ecstasy as his eyes roll back. The sound of metal clanking to the ground fills the room as Steve broke the cuffs apart, grabbing his boyfriend and falling hard to the floor.

You had no idea what was happening but you didn’t want to ruin it if it was something that could help them. Sinking to your knees, you crawled slowly to them, watching as the pretty boy man handled the other vampire onto his hands and knees, pulled down his pants enough to free his cock, and slid it into the man beneath him.

At a brutal pace, Steve trust into him as they both grunted and growled. Eddie’s hair blocked his face as his head hung but as you laid on your back beside them and tried to move it, his hand reached out to catch it, stopping you and pinning it to the floor.

Gripping his long mane, Steve yanked his back to his stomach and it was then you noticed their eyes were black; the vampires were in charge. Eddie bit into the arm across his chest making the other boy mewl as the echo of skin slapping filled the room.

They came at the same time, Steve slamming his release hard inside of him until he fully emptied with Eddie spilling on the floor. Their lips mingled together as their tongues licked any remnants of blood that lingered around their chin.

“H-How did it feel?”, you squeaked.

Both sets of dark eyes met yours before gliding down the white lace that clung to your sticky, sweaty body. Eddie’s blood stuck to the fabric drawing their attention to your breasts as your nipples poked through the garment. An intense feeling washed over you and your breathing picked up as they let each other go, crawling your way like a lion on the hunt.

“Hungry.”

They dived at you at the same time as both men took control.

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Thirteen-year-old Eddie wanders around Hawkins desperately searching for something, ANYTHING, to clear his mind. His dad had called Wayne from jail asking for money again.

“No, Allen! And even if I did have any extra funds I wouldn’t give them to you because that would go towards your son. You remember him, don’t ya?”

No, he doesn’t. His dad forgot about him long after he went in and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt him.

Walking past a music store, he finds something that grabs his attention; a guitar hanging in a music store window.

“Hey, sweetheart. You are perfect, aren’t you?”, he thinks to himself as he presses his forehead against the glass.

“Edward Munson! Get your dirty face away from my display.”, the owner scolds as she shoos him with her hands. “Don’t come back unless you’re going to buy something!”

“One day, Mrs. Barber, I AM going to rescue that beautiful thing from your evil clutches and after I do, she and I are going to travel the world with my band and become famous! You’ll regret being so fucking rude to me!”

“Mhmm… I don’t think they allow you to have guitars in jail.”

Eddie’s eyes widen at her insult as he glances around him, locking eyes for a brief moment with the king himself, Steve fucking Harrington. He tries to gather his faculties for a comeback so he seems tough but he can’t think of anything as embarrassment floods his face.

Sighing in defeat, he runs in the opposite direction.

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Steve hated outings with his dad because everything became a lesson.

“Civilized people don’t do this or that.”

“As Harrington’s our image matters.”

With every sentence, he was reminded that there was a thin line he was balancing on when it came to his father and one wrong move could have him hating him forever.

“Edward Munson!...”

Both Harrington boys glanced towards the music store owner yelling at the youngest Munson outside of her shop.

“Jesus, who does that kid think he is? His family can barely afford a can of beets let alone an instrument.”

“Maybe he just wants to look at something. Give him motivation to buy whatever he’s staring at. You always say motivation is important.”

“Not for him, son. Munson’s are freaks who are always meant to be at the bottom.”

Eddie’s eyes met Steve’s and for some reason the youngest Harrington boy felt guilty. He wanted to tell his dad to fuck off, run over to this other boy he desperately wanted to hug, and defend him from Mrs. Barber. He wanted to buy the entire store so he could smash everything inside it for her rude comment and give the instrument Eddie wanted to him for free just to see him smile.

But he couldn’t…

His dad would punish him or worse if he said one thing that wasn’t “right”.

When their eyes locked from across the street, Steve felt like a failure but he didn’t understand why as the other boy turned heel and ran.

Both vampire’s eyes opened as the memories faded away. To be able to see from each other’s point of view was a bit odd but now they understood why you felt so strongly about leaving them after Steve turned. If you had felt everything he had felt when he thought Eddie was gone or what the metalhead felt when he first woke up in the upside down, no wonder you ran.

Realizing their movements were slower they glanced down to see their skin stained with blood as fear washed over them looking down at your tiny frame.

“Y/N? Shit! Y/N, baby, wake up!”, Eddie screamed as he grabbed your arm and rolled you on to your back.

“Ow! Fuck me, I’m awake. Why are you holding me so tightly? You’re hurting me.”, you whined as you rubbed your hands over your tired eyes.

“I thought…we thought…what happened?”

Blinking, your gaze shifted between them.

“You don’t remember?”

“The last thing I remember was biting Eddie—”

“Oh no.”, you giggle as their brows furrow together. “Then you missed a lot of the good stuff. You two went at it like you hadn’t seen each other in years. Steve, you took over and turned into someone completely different. Not in a bad way, though.”

Eddie’s eyes scan the void as he tries to remember what he can.

“I do remember bits and pieces but after I bit you, Steve, it’s just…a bit of blur.”

“We didn’t hurt you, did we?”

“No.”, you smile as you shake your head. “You feed from a little bit but that wasn’t what you seemed to be hungry for. I wish I could show you… the vampires within you were rough but not…violent. Not to me, anyway. When we were done playing and you were done feeding, Eddie gave me a bath and Steve cleaned the floor. I’m not quite sure why you didn’t clean yourselves but…”

“Did we talk to you?”

“Mhmm. Not in like full sentence but it was more like one or two words at a time.” You scrunch your face and playfully deepen your tone. “Hungry. Pretty girl…taste good. Tight.”

The three of you laugh as Steve falls back against the pillow.

“Maybe…maybe the reason you struggle to control the vampire is because…they don’t NEED to be controlled. They just want to be able to be free every now and then. I bet if you stop ‘repressing’ them you’d remember more and actually get what you want…more control.”

Nodding, both men cuddle up to you and kiss your cheek.

“Ew, you both are really sticky!”

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You grinned at both vampires as they laid in bed on their sides facing each other while they quietly whispered admirations and declarations of love. Steve ran his fingers through Eddie’s tussled hair while the other continued to caress his palm down the boy’s back.

You imagined this was another small glimpse into their past before everything terrible happened to them. Two young men lying in bed together dreaming of the perfect future where they could happy.

Allowing them some space to be, you focused on their website in front of you, scanning through dialogue on their message boards and open chat forum before something abruptly changed.

“Eddie? Steve?”

“Hm?”

Words were appearing along the screen too fast for you to keep up but what you could see had you frozen in fear. Feeling the sudden shift, both vampires whooshed to your side watching as your hand shook as you pointed to the screen.

Renisa10: “No! No there’s no way! I thought they said Steve Harrington died.”

MenaMyQueen: “No, you idiot. They never found his body.”

Here12whatever: “I guess Eddie Munson kidnapped him and now he has Stockholm Syndrome.”

DraculaStoker1984: “So he kidnapped Steve AND Y/N, got them to fall for him, and then convinced them to do all this? Fuck no.”

Justice4ChrissyCunningham: “Eddie Munson is a fucking murderer and should be in hell for what he did! If Steve Harrington isn’t a victim than he’s an accomplice!”

Steve quickly ran into the living room and turned on the tv, flipping channels till he found what he was looking for.

“Yes, we were finally able to get a positive ID on the men known online as ‘Renfield’ and ‘Dracula’. With some diligent work from our IT team as well as some research from credible sources we have learned that the alias Renfield is missing and had been presumed dead Steven Harrington who disappeared from Hawkins, Indiana a little over 2 years ago and alias Dracula is fugitive Edward Munson who is still currently wanted for the murders of 3 students in the same town as Mr. Harrington.”

“Chief! Chief! What about the other young lady who’s been seen in their streams?”

“Ah yes. Alias Mena is Y/N Y/L/N. There is no criminal record for her besides a few juvenal crimes. We speculate she may actually be a victim and not an accomplice but AGAIN that’s just speculation.”

“Why don’t you assume the same for Steve Harrington?”

“That’s up for his lawyers to prove when we catch him. We have several accounts saying him and Mr. Munson were romantically involved but his father Bill Harrington denies this.”

Steve growls low in his throat as he glares at the tv.

“Wow, in two years, nothing has changed, huh, Harrington? People are still really good at painting me as the villain.”, Eddie replied sassily as he folded his arms across his chest.

“I haven’t seen my dad since I moved in with you and Wayne and yet he still refuses to accept I love you.”

“I’m not a victim…”, you whisper. “I hate that they called me that. I’ve been a victim my entire life… but not with you two.”

The metalhead’s eyes softened as he reached out to grab your hand and kiss the back before throwing you a gentle reassuring smile you knew was fake.

“Don’t. Don’t tell me and Steve to leave you. Please.”

“Y/N—”

“No. I saw what it did to you both and you said it felt like a piece of your soul was missing. I won’t do that to you again…either of you. I actually think I can help you but I want something in return.”

Steve took a seat on the chair across from you as Eddie leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees.

“Help how?”

“I can boot them out and reroute the feed but I genuinely believe I can do it where they can’t find us again. We can still run if you want to but you still need income. You still need your site and I can make sure you can utilize it where they can’t track it or the account the money goes in to.”

“Hm, so much for ‘only juvenile’ crimes.”, the pretty boy teases. “Why haven’t you offered to do this before?”

“I didn’t want to steal Dustin and Mike’s thunder.”, you smile. “Plus, the did a good job. It just seems like the police have updated their methods.”

“I see. Ok, baby girl. I’ll play along. What do you want in return?”

Heavily exhaling the nerves, you turn to face him with confidence.

“Change me into a vampire.”

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epicbuddieficrecs · 3 months

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Weekly Recap | January 8th-14th 2024

TWO MONTHS UNTIL SEASON 7!!!

I'm sorry it's late and I'm sorry if I missed anyone but my ao3 history was sortof a mess 😩 I think maybe some userscript I downloaded is fucking up my history. oh well. (or else someone has hacked my ao3 account and has been reading House M.D. fanfic?!?!? (how the fuck did I even get in my history, I don't even remember searching for anything that had House fics in the results wtf))

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Followed By Ghosts by itsanapothecary (Canon Divergent, S1-S2 | 21K | Teen): Instead of hiding the truth about Daniel from their children, Margaret and Philip memorialize their lost son in every one of their remaining children's accomplishments. Growing up, neither Maddie nor Buck felt like they could escape the shadow of their brother. When Buck finds the 118, he gets a chance to be his own person, although the looming attention from his parents and weight of expectations threatens to jeopardize what he's built in Los Angeles.

no harm, no foul by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (Getting Together | 5K | Mature): Eddie knows how Buck feels. Buck knows how Eddie feels. So why is Eddie giving him the cold shoulder instead of talking about it?

what to do when evan buckley breaks into your house at 3:17 in the morning by oklahoma/ @malewifediaz (Love Confessions | 3K | Teen): After a night out drinking with Maddie, Buck (kind of) breaks in to Eddie’s house.

Wait For It by oliviacirce (PWP, Post-S6E6: Cursed | 8K | Explicit): Buck kind of liked not jerking off.

in a fix by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Getting Together, PWP | 4K | Explicit): Buck gets himself into a bit of a sticky situation, and Eddie helps him out.

we were lucky once (could be lucky again) by hattalove/ @hattalove (Post-Break Up | 1K | Teen): which they're not together anymore, but they can't sleep apart.

Mark Me Like a Bloodstain (Burning Red) by sirencalls/ @usersiren (Vampire Eddie, Post-S4, PWP | 3K | Explicit): “Eddie, you’re freezing,” Buck says, worry creeping into his tone. “Eddie, we need to get you to the hospital—” “No.” His voice is echoey and strange, definitively not human, and he picks up on the way Buck’s pulse quickens. Fuck, he’s scaring Buck. The human part of him is ashamed, guilty for making Buck ever be afraid of him. The vampire part of him is delighted, is even more wanting because of it, and that’s why he calls himself a monster.

Kinktober 2021 series by sirencalls/ @usersiren (PWP | 31 works | 68K | Explicit)

all that is you makes up all that is me by soyxunxperdedor/ @messyhairdiaz (Post-S6E11 | 1K | General): “I was just checking if you’re ready…” Eddie says faintly, trailing off as his eyes track the path of the lightning seared across Buck’s skin. -or- In the aftermath of a lightning strike, Buck and Eddie have a conversation.

Long Overdue by mansikka (PWP | 3K | Mature): Eddie realizes his feelings for Buck are more than platonic; what's he supposed to do now?

kiss me, kiss me (i don't know if i can let you go) by ipretendtobesane/ @useramor (Getting Together, Accidental Kissing | 10K | General): If anyone ever asks- they were both drunk. Eddie knows they weren’t, he and Buck don’t like to drink during the week, regardless of whether or not they work the next day. If they are working, they don’t want to be out of it on the job, and if they’re not they don’t want to be out of it when Christopher wakes up the next morning at 7:00am with more energy than either of them can handle. But there’s not really a good explanation otherwise. No other way to explain why, as Buck was walking out the door, Eddie leaned in and gave him a soft kiss goodnight.

til there was you by woodchoc_magnum/ @woodchoc-magnum (Hurt Buck, Married Buddie | 16K | Mature): In which Buck's appendix tries to kill him in the middle of a busy shift, and Eddie has to stage a dramatic rescue.

spread a little christmas cheer by soyxunxperdedor/ @messyhairdiaz (Post-S3E10: Christmas Spirit, PWP | 1K | Explicit): Eddie has a realization at the Christmas party and goes the wrong way with it.

do you love me? all you gotta do is say yes by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Friends to Fiances, Crack | 3K | Teen): “It’s always pretty fun to see a former fuckboy from your grad school era bootycall list all domestic and settled down.” or, two boy best friends and an ex lover walk into a grocery store. everyone is on their normalest behaviour.

🔥 Echoes of Your Name by sirencalls/ @usersiren (Canon Divergence, PWP, Sex Worker Buck | 9K | Explicit): Of course he’s immediately wary of it. Porn videos have never worked for Eddie, so why would the audio version of them be any different? It’s the same strangers faking the same moans and whines as the other actors, just without a pretty face to go with it. Eddie thinks it’ll almost be less effective—seeing every tiny reaction that someone has to what you’re doing to them is part of the fun—so he doesn’t have high expectations. He doesn’t expect it to work.

marry me, eddie diaz by elisela/ @elisela (Marriage Proposal | 1K | General): There’s a long silence, and then, “you do that a lot,” Eddie says, looking over at him strangely. “I do what a lot?” “Ask me to marry you,” Eddie says. “I know it’s just a joke, but I feel like—” he stops and shakes his head, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck.

sit present in the darkness by elisela (Post-Shooting, Established Buddie | 4K | General): In the midst of stories about their jobs, catching up on what the kids have said, and making endless fun of each other, Eddie’s sitting at his seat with his phone face down on the table in front of him. Occasionally it will buzz and he’ll look around the table, pick it up when he thinks no one is watching. He types something quickly, looks over his shoulder at the kid’s table—where Buck has been since the food was brought to them—and puts it down again. Face down. Karen knows this game. She’s played it before, almost lost.

WIP

🔥 Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 13/? | 31K | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

🔥 and if i bleed (you'll be the last to know) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Canon Divergent Season 6, Friends with Benefits | 2/18 | 9K | Explicit): or, an alternate look at season 6 where buck and eddie have been casually sleeping together since before the beginning of the season. somehow, this changes both everything and nothing at all.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 106/? | 290K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Demon Buck, Canon Divergent | 9/? | 15K | Teen): Buck is a demon with the power to help with pregnancy, childbirth, and infant health. When the Buckleys make a deal asking for someone to help 'save their baby', Buck leaps at the chance as it will give him what he's always wanted: a life on earth. But demon deals are tricky and neither of them gets quite what they're after. This is Buck's journey as he navigates growing up on earth and remembering how to help those in need.

🔥 for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes/ @kananjarus (Canon Divergent, Post-Apocalyptic, Station Eleven Crossover | WIP | 12/? | 105K | Mature | Warning: Violence): The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.

🔥 Right Where You Left Me by hyacinthusbloom/ @thebloomingheather (Canon Divergent, Post-S4, Angst | 21/? | 106K | Explicit | ❗️Warning: Rape/Non-con): "Therapy?" Eddie suggests. Buck almost laughs, but instead says, "I'll go if you go." Because he had fully expected him to be chicken shit, to disagree, and instead Eddie, the bastard, replies, "Deal." Or Buck never tells anyone that he slept with his therapist and deals with the butterfly effect years later.

🔥 a foundation of trust and love we cannot see by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (FWB, BDSM, Sub Eddie, Dom Buck | 2/17 | 24K | Explicit): “It’s like I want to explore it and dive into it, but it’s not exactly like I’m seeing someone to try this all out with,” he explains, doing his best to keep down the annoyed huff that threatens to escape him at every other word. Buck nods to himself before steadily going silent. For a minute, Eddie thinks that this is the end of their conversation. “I can show you if you’d like.” Eddie nearly chokes on his beer.

Love Ends. by rowan_wood (Exes to Lovers | 5/17 | 7K | Explicit): But what if it doesn't?

Re-read

🔥 Relationship Advice from Complete Strangers Online by HMSLusitania/ @hmslusitania (Getting Together | 4K | Teen): When he gets home for the night, Buck turns to the one source of information that’s never let him down: the internet. But where does one go for relationship advice from complete strangers online? Which is how, ten minutes later, he finds himself on Reddit with a shiny new account and username. It takes him a while after that to craft his question for r/Relationships, but he thinks he’s got it pretty accurately conveyed before he hits post.

🔥 You Could Be The One I Keep by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 6K | Teen): Eddie finally get's up the nerve to ask Buck out, his best friend accepting much easier than Eddie ever dreamed. Things are better than ever between them, the two of them becoming even closer, going out on several dates—only problem? Buck has no idea they're dating, like not even the slightest clue.

#buddie #buddie fic rec #buddie fanfiction #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #epic buddie fic rec #911 fanfic #911 fanfiction #911 fic

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letomills · 8 months

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Download skins: SFS / Mega

A set of 22 geneticized & townified skins, including defaults for S1-S2-S3-S4 and the alien skin. Credit for the original skins goes to @whysim, Nat / @theboldandthebeautifulsims, @pooklet and Tea Leaf, thank you so much to them!

I did however make substantial tweaks and additions to all skins: • everyone TU-EU has the appropriate fat, normal and fit states (for the alien textures to show up as they should, please use Argon's alien and zombie fitness fix) • all elders have wrinkles, except on the alien skin (I used @simnopke's subtle wrinkles) • all toddlers have the cute toddler teeth and babies have no teeth, • teeth from Nat's, Pooklet's and Tea Leaf's skins were replaced either with ones from the Whysim skins or the ones used on @serabiet's Those Darn Skins, just because they're less bright and I like that better • all skins are compatible with sexyfeet (I just had to cover up a watermark on one of them iirc) • lowered the color temperature on Whysim BuffyHP Tan Skinblend TG (S2).

Complete previews of AU-EU faces and uncensored bodies (fat, normal and fit) are included in the download, which is why it's such a large archive (the skins themselves aren't particularly heavy, don't worry). Teens get the same textures as adults; children, toddler and babies have their own.

More details below.

Skins and links to the originals:

Whysim Misc Skin Blend 32TG - Whysim Tifa 57 Edit TG

Default S1: Whysim Misc Skin Blend 30TG - Whysim Misc Skin Blend 40TG

Whysim Misc Skin Blend 37TG - Whysim Misc Skin Blend 31TG

Default S2: Whysim BuffyHP Tan Skinblend TG (my edit: more pink, less orange) - Whysim Ashleydoll Blend Edit TG

Nat Bambi Expanded 7 - Whysim Misc Skin Blend 19TG

Whysim BuffyHP Dark TG - Default S3: Whysim Misc Skin Blend 29TG

Whysim Misc Skin Blend 7TG - Nat Bambi Expanded 10

Nat Bambi Expanded 12 - Pooklet My Poor Lover 06

Nat Bambi Expanded 14 - Pooklet Mouseyblue Dusk Skin 03

Default S4: Pooklet My Poor Lover 07 - Nat Bambi Expanded 18

Pooklet My Poor Lover 08 - Default alien: Tea Leaf Stargazer MPL Zoen Blend

These skins are townified, meaning that new townies and NPCs that spawn can get them. They are also geneticized, meaning that they have genetic values that inform which skintones will be given to babies born in game. Basically babies will always get skintones that fall in between or on the skintones that their biological parents have, as is the case for the four default skintones.

You can see the genetic value that I assigned to a skin at the end its file name. Example: "1_Whysim_MiscSkinBlend32TG_0.05.package" → this skin has a genetic value of 0.05. The skins that are S1-S4 default replacements have respective genetic values of 0.1, 0.3, 0.6 and 0.9. For more info on that and to learn how to change a custom skin's genetic value, see Rikkulidea's tutorial.

If you don't want all 22 skins but just a selection, feel free to pick and choose and it won't disrupt anything when it comes to genetics (if you want to mix them with other skins however, you may want to make sure that all the genetic values really are in a sequence from lightest to darkest). If on the other hand you think 22 skins isn't enough, check you @esotheria-sims's 97 geneticized skins 💖

Please let me know if you encounter any issues or have any questions.

✨Future plans for body shapes: these here skins are regular skins linked to the standard Maxis body shapes. I will be working on showerproof skins for custom body shapes that will be repo'd to these skins, starting with Momma Lisa/Melodie9 fat male (edit: it's here!). It may take a while but in the end all 22 skins will come in showerproof versions for as many body shapes as I have the mental fortitude to do (making showerproof skins is an excruciating mix of requiring focus and discipline while being extremely tedious).

The F hair used on the titlecard is @fakebloood's SClub Haruki in dynamite - the M hair below the cut is AlmightyHat's Shorn in dynamite - the eyes in all previews are from this set by @serabiet - the eyebrows are defaults by Cavernosims.

#sims 2 #download #skins #sims 2 cc #sims 2 download #ts2cc #s2cc

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gryning · 10 months

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Final Duet Skinblend

I reinstalled my game again which means I'm going through all my defaults! This is an expanded version of my Duet skin with small edits to the faces, mainly around the eyes. It was made for my own game, which means it might have some quirks that aren't suited for everyone.

14 natural shades (gen+townified)

4 unnatural shades (custom, will not spawn on townies/npcs)

Children, teens, adults, and elders share faces

Defaults are using S1, S2, S3, S4, and Alien

The bodies are by Serabiet, please check the original post for more previews

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I haven't yet decided what supernaturals will look like in my game. Until then I will not work on supernatural defaults, but suggestions and feedback is welcome ♥

Credits:

@serabiet‘s Those Darn Skins - bodies

@lilith-sims‘s Feathers - face used as base

Ephemera’s FMW Skintones - eyelids

SimsMustSmustle’s Camera Shy - noses

the models in the previews are not wearing makeup

#sims 2 cc #the sims 2 #ts2cc #dl: genetics #the sims 2 cc #s2cc

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villanerys · 7 months

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villanelle and autism

side notes before i begin:

some of these traits could also be explained by cluster b disorders, as she’s heavily bpd coded and canonically aspd, but i see her as both cluster b AND autistic.

also, please don’t say things like “YES she’s not a psychopath, she’s autistic instead” because she’s still very much aspd and i don’t want to take that away. i’ve seen a lot of people with aspd really identify with villanelle and say she portrays it well.

just scroll if you don’t agree, this is a harmless headcanon and i’m simply explaining why i have this headcanon, as well as why a lot of autistic people seem to relate to her (people get SO mad if you even insinuate a popular character might be autistic lol)

masking/mirroring

masking is a strategy used to hide neurodivergent traits in order to blend in with neurotypicals. this can include mirroring (mimicking others expressions/behaviors), or even entire persona changes.

in the very first scene villanelle carefully observes a man smiling then mimics his smile (1x01)

villanelle hears a woman laugh on the radio then mimics her laugh, later she reuses that same laugh with sebastian (1x02)

liked copying the statue people in the street (2x05)

often mimics konstantin and predicts what he’s going to say

can quickly switch personas, adopts different accents and dialects quickly, and reuses phrases that are said to her

taking things literally

when talking about villanelle anna says “she was quite literal” and goes on to describe how villanelle misinterpreted a joke so confidently that she killed someone because of it (1x07)

interprets the bible extremely literally in season 4

“i have children” “i don’t want your children” (1x05)

“sheep are happier than wolves” “you spend your time off surveying sheep?” (3x08)

took konstantin saying “do something normal” literally (1x02)

“you are not a pumpkin, you a beautiful” (1x04)

kills gabriel because she thought he was genuinely asking to die when he was expressing how sad he was about his situation (2x01)

sensory seeking (& sensitivities)

touches and focuses on the texture of the liliana rizzari duvet, goes out of her way to ask the man she’s killing for the name of the duvet, later purchases it for herself and carefully feels the texture of it again (1x01)

generally touches and smells everything

“i want to smell her skin” (4x03) as well as her describing her ideal perfume in detail then asking eve and konstantin to smell her (3x03)

hates wearing crocs and other “non-nice” things, is very fixated on “nice” things like high quality clothes and food

makes people stroke her hair when she’s feeling upset (2x05 and 4x01)

bold fashion with a lot of colors/patterns/textures

seems to dislike most people hugging her

more up to interpretation, but she wore headphones in 3x04 and 3x05, once while she was having a meltdown on a train

struggles with social cues

includes coming off as blunt/rude, trouble navigating groups, and not interpreting situations correctly

how awkward and blunt she was at her wedding (3x01)

interacting with the church, especially in 4x02

doesn’t know how to react to displays of emotion (gabriel crying, benita crying, was confused and froze when her brother was being affectionate)

doesn’t understand why some people are upset with her (konstantin in s2, may in s4, eve at multiple points)

doesn’t understand that certain things will make people upset (being very blunt with gabriel then being put off when he starts crying)

struggles with understanding boundaries

doesn’t see authority figures as an authority (teasing and flirting with the prison guards, threatening konstantin, casually killing anton, doesn’t seem to understand consequences)

does not follow rules that don’t make sense to her

breaks into eve’s house expecting a normal dinner, doesn’t know how to calm eve down and ends up making her panic more (1x05)

didn’t understand why eve’s coworkers were acting scared of her (3x08)

is confused as to why sebastian laughs when she says she likes national anthems (1x02)

not understanding why her mom was laughing at her and that it was mocking “you always laugh at things that aren’t funny” “like you?” “yes” (3x05)

stimming

the repetitive performance of certain physical movements or vocalizations in order to self soothe or express emotion

big jumpy happy dance (3x04)

during cup game (3x05)

jumping and spinning on the heels of her boots by the train with rhian (3x08)

her copying noises she hears could be a type of vocal stim, echolalia

on the train ride at the end of 3x05

there are more examples but i can’t list them all since she generally bounces around a lot and has a lot of big movements

inappropriate/bizarre responses

yelling “this is so BORINGGG” while in an art museum (2x04)

“i mean i masturbate about you a lot” (1x08)

yelling “JUST DUNK ME” while getting baptized (4x01)

soooo many instances that again i can’t list them all…

alexithymia

alexithymia is the difficulty feeling or identifying emotions (or physical stressors like pain)

her whole aa meeting speech in 2x06 about how she feels nothing and the distress it causes (is extremely bored, hurts herself and it doesn’t hurt, just wants to feel something)

doesn’t know if she’s telling the truth or not (2x07), this could also be because of masking as too much masking can cause identity confusion, not knowing what you’re faking and what’s authentic

weakened sense of danger, even says “i don’t get scared” (2x08)

says she’s fine then immediately collapses (2x01)

other traits

meltdowns, especially at the end of 3x05 where she was wearing headphones and had increased stimming while crying

low empathy

attaches to and fixates on a specific person, obsession prone

REJECTION SENSITIVE DYSPHORIA

has always felt estranged and inherently different from others, “i’m not normal you know” (2x01)

detail oriented, notices things others don’t

bad at dancing/rhythm

exaggerated facial expressions

exaggerated speech

poor impulse control

differences in expressing emotions and communication

only comfortable with select people

perfectionism, hates working with a team and wants to do jobs alone (1x04, 3x02)

feels threatened when irina knows more languages than her, as languages are something villanelle is very interested in (1x08)

black and white thinking

#i’m also autistic btw :)#my posts #killing eve #villanelle #autism #actually autistic #i stayed up until 6 am typing this while half asleep it’s probably not great lol

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sambvcks · 2 years

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wanting was enough (for me it was enough), e.m. x reader

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie munson is not used to being someone’s first choice

warnings: some cursing, self-isolation/hatred (by eddie), some talks of what transpired in s4, nightmares, talk of having children (not detailed)

word count: 1.2k

author’s note: sabs be inspired by something other than taylor swift challenge failed once again. this is for @elegantpaperoperatormaker ’s eyes only. yall can read it but it was written for them. also sorry if this doesn’t make any sense/has no plot, i have covid and im delusional :(

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You could not think of a better way to spend a summer than with Eddie Munson. The bonfire talks, the late-night listening sessions and movie marathons. He showed you every scar he had accumulated, pale skin even paler where monsters had sunk into flesh. You grew tanner under the Indiana sun, war torn freckles dotting faces and wrinkles settling into the corners of your eyes as you squinted during lakeside rendezvous.

Eddie would whip his wet hair at you, like an excitable dog, as you cut sandwiches on the diagonal and plated lukewarm slices of seedless watermelon.

It was easy, spending every waking moment with him. At one time, you’d thought you’d never get another one with him. So, you savor every second he has now. Scars and all. And it had started out friendly enough.

Simple acquaintances turned soldiers turned something else. It was hard to remember when sleepovers turned into stolen glances, when glances turned into actions. Somewhere between burnt marshmallow smiles and silent comforts after nightmares he had made a move. Really, you both did. Desperate for something more than friendly touches you kissed beneath thin bedsheets, legs tangled and teeth knocking as you fought smiles and demons together.

Then, another shift.

As June turned to July, which then turned to August, Eddie grew cold with the weather. As you layered on heavy cardigans, he shrugged you away.

The once inviting smiles were reserved, there was a distance even as you huddled so close together. He did his best to hide it, still scratching nails against your scalp and pressing kisses wherever he could. But the nightmares were becoming more frequent, and he hid them – something he’d never done before. He found excuses, reasons to keep you at arm’s length. It was a challenge, with your lives so closely intertwined now, but he still managed to go days now without you.

All at once, you’d had enough.

“C’mon, Eds. The cold shoulder, it’s a dirty trick.”

He shrugs, occupying himself with scrubbing the last bit of food from the sink full of dishes.

“Is it-is it me? Did I do or say something? Are you, like, tired of me?”

“No! God, never. I could never be tired of you. Don’t even begin to think like that.”

“Then what’s going on? And none of that ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ shit.”

He heaved a heavy sigh, hand working at the flesh of his face. He looked exhausted, something he had attributed to the shift to autumn when you asked if he was getting enough sleep – not really an answer kind of answer.

“I just-” He hesitated, watching you fiddle with the frayed edge of his bedsheet. He thought of the countless nights you had tangled your legs in them, limbs thrashing as you recoiled from wiggling fingers digging at your sides. He thought of your neck, arched for his viewing pleasure as he pressed sloppy, open mouth kisses and blew cold air over wet skin, cackling at your echoing shrieks. “I know this won’t last.”

Your brow furrowed further, mouth falling into a deeper frown, and Eddie scrambled to piece together every waking nightmare he had hid from you.

“I made peace with the fact that you aren’t mine past August. That one day you’ll meet a guy worthy of everything you are, and I’ll just be some fun summer fling you had that led to that moment. I’ll only ever be a prefix to something better. And I’m okay with that as long as you end up happy.” He said, easy. Like he was reciting every word from practiced memory.

There wasn’t a sadness, either. There was a finality. Eddie Munson would never be someone’s first or final choice. To everyone in his life, he’s the kid that got dumped on their doorstep. Or who fell into an interdimensional hole with them. Or was forever stuck in their remedial math class.

Destined to live and die in Hawkins, Indiana.

“I mean, shit. I go back to high school this month. Dustin will probably graduate before I do. How pathetic can you get?”

But that’s not the Eddie you had met this summer.

Eddie is torn jeans and the same beat-up pair of trainers, He is cigarette smoke on a cold lakeside evening and the store brand coffee his uncle brews extra strong, always sipped from a different mug. He is every comfort you have ever felt, wrapped up in a single entity of warmth and flushed skin. His freckles are your faraway stars, and you are so grateful that you do not need a telescope to admire each one.

He is here. Right here. And sometimes you have to grab a fistful of his shirt or hook a finger into the chain of his jeans just to be sure. You weren’t used to beautiful things turning into constants. And Eddie Munson was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

He’d been the one to offer to hot wire your car in the rain, when you had no one to call. He’d used a portion of his earnings buying the name brand cat food for the strays that liked your trailer the best, hating that you looked so sad when you couldn’t shell together the money on your own.

“Eds, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Okay, harsh-”

“You think I’m not in this for the long run? Like I don’t fall asleep thinking about what our life is going to be like, what our kids will look like? This isn’t some summer fling. This is it, babe. There’s nothing better out there.”

Now, it was Eddie’s turn to look completely baffled. He falls into the bed next to you, mattress bouncing and sheets crinkling further. He eyes his room, the mess he lives in filled with smoke faded posters and wallpaper and wonders: someone’s choosing this?

Then, you. He’d been to hell and back with you and you’d still found some way to throw in a cringey one liner between swinging bats and reloading pistols. You’d laid shoulder to shoulder with him in that rickety boat and made him not forget what was happening but find some peace in it if it led you your hair falling beside his, fingers entangled. He’d be hunted ten times over if this was his ending, he decided.

“Kids, huh?”

“Oh, shut up. I change my mind.”

“No! No take backs, babe. I want little Eddie Jr. by next fall!” And he’s pushing you into the mattress, feeling dumb not for failing history again but for ever thinking of you as just another person that would leave him. Sure, he didn’t have the best track record in that category, but as he felt you completely give yourself up to his ministrations, he thought that maybe his luck was finally taking a turn.

And, if you really pressed him on the matter, he thought August was a lovely name for a little girl.

#eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader

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socialbunny · 8 months

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✰ Sims3Melancholic's Bronx Skin 4t2 ✰

skin uploaded for an anon ♥ it's only one swatch since i made it for a particular sim SORRY. tf-ef (naked prev), children and below & men will use your s4 default :)

dl: sfs ✰ mf

creds: sims3melancholic, lilith (nosemask, eyelids), trapping (face details, skin color action), alfredaskew (face details), skell (lips), threehundred (nosemask), pralinesims (cleavage), northernsiberiawinds (cleavage), alkaloid (teeth)

#ts2 #ts2cc #breasting boobily bc i stole them from my darleen psd and just kept it on 😭#hiii ive never done a skin prev before idk what to show lmaooo #i want to start crossposting onto those other bullshit sites like. i have a pillowfort i have a simblr.cc i made just bc i like making stuf #BUT IM LAZY. i barely want to have two dl sources lmaooooo

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steddieunderdogfics · 2 months

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Achilles come down by TheWildBlueYonder for the theme weekend challenge thing - it's a s4 volume 2 rewrite.

Achilles come down by TheWildBlueYonder

Rating: Mature

3,606 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: Chose Not to Use

Tags: Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Scars, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Survivor Guilt, Not Canon Compliant, Inspired by Achilles Come Down (Gang of Youths), Hopeful Ending, Eddie Munson Has PTSD, Dead Chrissy Cunningham, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Internalized Homophobia, suicidal ideation (only in the song/implied), Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2 Rewrite, One Shot

Summary:

He stands upon the roof swaying like a broken branch in the wind. The breeze grabs onto his jacket, seeps under his clothes and chills his skin - it's uncomfortable, it almost feels like it could hurt. He must cut a dramatic figure, he imagines, gazing into the darkness and the quiet, eyes set upon the starless, cloud ridden sky, perching like a gargoyle upon a castle. 'Eddie Munson is here, hide your children' he'd mock, hands thrown to the side, ugly grin on his face - if he had the energy, that is. As it is, he stands, sways against the current of air, eyes watering, and it's all so quiet. There's no audience, no one to talk back to, no one to perform for, just the cold air, the howls of the shuddering trees and the thundering in his mind, the endless waves and waves of thoughts for company. On the roof of his fucking, crumbling trailer, where Chrissy Cunningham died.

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#steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #angst #hurt/comfort #canon divergent #survivor guilt #rated m #season rewrite

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starlightsearches · 1 year

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Ok Eddie ask.

It’s ok if you don’t want to do it but yeah.

So I’m in my 20s but I’ve never been kissed. Like never even held hands with someone romantically. Can you do one with Eddie x reader who is embarrassed about her lack of experience and feels like it’s impossible for any guy to be attracted to her

Enough

AN: First of all, friend, I am so so so sorry that I've been holding on to this request since June. I was not ignoring you—I just wanted to make sure I did your request justice. We, and many others, are in the same boat, but you don't need Eddie to tell you that you're worthy of so much love 💖

Also, big thanks to Irma (@theold-ultraviolence) for helping me so much with this story!

Warnings: sexual content so 18+ only but no smut, lots of body-image/confidence issues from reader's POV, writing this did make me cry a little bit tbh, angst and then hurt/comfort and then a little fluff to make up for it, language, idiots to lovers, boners, swimming, Eddie is friends with Robin and Steve but no events from S4 are mentioned, and I think that's it.

You can tell Eddie's scowling behind the frames of the heart-shaped sunglasses he found on the floor of your car, his nose scrunched up with distaste at the scent of chlorine and the baked asphalt of the parking lot.

"It's too hot for this, babe."

You shift your bag from one arm to the other, trying to catch a breeze under your cover-up.

"That's the whole point of going to the pool, Eds."

You'd found Eddie in a puddle-like state, laying on the floor of the trailer with three different fans pointing at him, curls brushed up off his neck and spilling across the carpet. It hadn't taken much convincing to get him into your car, but a public pool would obviously be a harder sell.

He tugs at the waistband of his borrowed swim trunks—the ones Steve had thrown in his direction the second you walked through the door of his big-ass house. He'd said something about the Hawkins pool over the general racket before heaving a cooler into his arms and leaving with all his children in tow.

"We could still go to record store," Eddie pouts, pulling at your wrist, "or the movies. You know? Somewhere with air conditioning."

He bats his ridiculously long lashes, and you almost fold, fingers curling into fists with the effort it takes to resist his dumb, huge, baby-cow eyes.

"Come on," —you nudge him with your elbow — "it'll be fun."

Eddie doesn't look convinced.

The place is already packed, even though the day just started, filled with moms fanned out on lounge chairs and their screaming spawn. You pick through the crowd, all the way to the chairs Steve and Robin have saved for you in a shady corner at the back.

The kids are already in the pool—you can catch the sound of Mike yelling past a mouth full of water when Max dunks him under—and it looks like Robin and Steve are headed that way.

"Took you guys long enough," Robin scolds you, pushing her sunglasses into her hair while you set your bag down.

"Sorry, I had to go get my swimsuit."

Your hands tremble at the hem of your baggy t-shirt, but you play brave, lifting it up over your head and shaking your hair back into place.

Robin whistles jokingly as she smears some of your sunscreen over Steve's shoulders.

"Woah. Is that new?" Steve asks, looking at you with furrowed brows and trying to dodge Robin's slick fingers poking at his face.

"I've had it for forever, Steve."

You're lying through your teeth. Fucking three hours at some mall six towns over and about a hundred potential breakdowns in dressing rooms at five different stores—it had taken all your will power to find a swimsuit you actually, honest-to-god, liked. Now you're wondering if all that effort had been wasted.

You'd felt so good looking in the mirror back at your house. The colors looked nice on your skin, the cut was flattering—but Eddie's hardly glanced in your direction, already flopped down in one of the empty chairs with his nose tucked into the newest Stephen King.

Robin and Steve run off, taking quick little steps on the sizzling concrete before jumping into the pool—two splashes echoing in quick succession—as you sit on the chair beside Eddie, pulling one of the spare towels across your lap, feeling stupid and small.

It's your own fault. You'd put too much hope in a dumb piece of fabric.

Pining for your best friend is as painful as it is fruitless. You'd sworn him off before, swallowed your feelings like a chipped tooth. You'd park outside the trailer and promise you wouldn't go all gummy when he used all his fucking Munson charm on you. But you were shit at keeping those promises, and Eddie was too big of a flirt—and too clueless—to know you were dying inside.

Whatever. It wasn't just Eddie, anyways. There'd never been any guys who wanted to get to know you—not any more than they had to before asking if one of your other friends was single. And you could handle being alone, even if you hated being lonely. You'd had plenty of practice.

Eddie waves his hand in your face, blocking out the sun. The look he gives you says he'd been trying to get your attention for a while.

"You there, sweetheart? Our kid is calling."

You can hear Dustin shouting from the edge of the pool, waving his arms wildly. A couple sunbathers shoot you a glare, like you're the one who's screaming, and you return the dirty look.

Eddie sighs, dog-earing the page he just finished before offering you a hand.

"Shall we, m'lady?"

You take it, your palm cold and clammy despite the summer sun. He starts heading for the pool immediately, almost losing his balance when you drag him back in the shade.

"Eddie, you gotta sunscreen."

Maybe it's just the first sign of sun burn, but you swear Eddie's cheeks turn pinker. He grabs at the collar of his favorite Dio t-shirt. "I was just gonna wear this."

"In the pool? The chlorine will bleach it, Eds." He just stands there, chewing at his lip. And, thinking back, Eddie's always been pretty modest around you. When you'd spend nights at the trailer or when he was working on his van—even when he'd step back in the room after a shower—he'd always have a shirt on, the damp fabric sticking to his shoulder blades or stained with grease.

You're about to offer your own shirt when he drops your hand, pulling the at the collar and lifting the fabric over his head.

Fuck. Eddie bares his torso and you're lucky he can't see you past the shirt bunched up around his head, because you're staring, and it's obvious.

You hadn't thought much about Eddie shirtless—because any skin-to-skin contact in your daydreams was a good sign you needed to get the fuck back down to Earth—but you'd been missing out. He's not particularly toned or anything, but the patch of dark hair that grows just under his belly button has got your mouth-watering, and his skin looks warm and soft. He's just so fucking pretty. Shaking out his curls, Eddie tosses the t-shirt onto a chair, and you try to pretend it's his tattoos that you're so invested in, and not the other kinds of marks you'd like to leave on his skin.

"You got the sunscreen?" he asks, voice quiet.

Looking him in the eyes would be like lighting a match over a gasoline spill, and your throat is too tight to speak. You grab the little bottle from the top of your bag, squeezing a bit of the lotion into your hand.

Eddie scrapes his hair off his shoulders with one hand, fingers tangling in his own curls. It's stupid to be jealous over something like that. It's stupid, but your teeth still sink into your lip hard enough to sting.

"So should we start with my back, or . . ." Eddie tries a laugh but it doesn't quite land. There's something in his expression that you can't read.

"Uh, yeah."

If you thought the view from the front made it hard to be normal, the back is a hundred times worse.

"Oh my god."

The words slip out, and you can't bite them back. Eddie glances at you over his shoulder, fingers still caught in his hair.

"Are those- are these ones new?"

He knows what you're talking about; the tattoos take up the entire span of his back, stretching down past the sharp edge of his shoulder blade. You trace one thin line of the wing crossing just under Eddie's neck—skeletal and webbed like a bat.

He laughs hesitantly, and his skin jumps under your finger.

"Uh, kinda, yeah."

"Cool. That's really cool."

God—you're so hungry for him it's made you faint, and stupid, made you forget how to speak like a person.

You smear the lotion over his neck without any warning, and he shivers, shoulder blades pressing together, bat wings flexing as his skin grows taut.

"Sorry," you mumble. His skin's still warm, even after the lotion sinks in. You make another pass, this time over his shoulder and down his bicep. His arms are surprisingly toned; you feel the hard flex of muscle under your fingers.

You can't think about how it would feel to grip at those arms while he drove into you, fucking you hard and fast, tongue caught between his teeth and curls sticking to his cheeks.

You stab the sharp end of the sunscreen bottle into your thigh and grit your teeth against the pain. You've got to stop touching him before you do something you regret.

Eddie's uncharacteristically quiet as you move your hand down to his waist, massaging the lotion in as quickly as you can so there's no time to think about leaving scratch marks down his back.

Fuck, you need some kind of intervention. Maybe a divine one. It's actually a little pathetic to want someone this badly.

"All done?" Eddie asks, but he's already stepping away from you without waiting for an answer.

You chase after him, hopping over a couple stretched out over a towel just to keep up with him, the sunscreen still open in your hand.

"Eddie," you grab at him by the shoulder, but your hands are still slick and he slips away, almost to the edge of the pool before you catch him again, "we still gotta do your front—"

You don't mean to look down. You're just following the line of his gaze when you see it. And you may be inexperienced, but you're not stupid.

Eddie's dick is so hard it's about to split the seam of his trunks.

You're skin is burning when you look him in the eyes again, jaw flopping open and snapping shut without any words coming out. You've got the image of his dick imprint burned in your mind, but it feels like he's the one seeing you naked.

He's got the same look on his face he did the time he accidentally backed into your car trying to pull away from the trailer, too busy arguing with you about the tape you put on to look where he was going. Then he shoves you hard on the shoulder, and your feet give out underneath you.

You don't get a chance to take a breath before the water swallows you up.

The drive back home is quiet. Eddie doesn't even try to fiddle with your radio this time, even if you'd let him put on what he want without slapping away his hand.

The trailer appears in your windshield, and he still hasn't said a word to you. You throw the car in park, leaning your head back against the hot leather seat. Your shoulders sting from the sun and the chlorine has made your skin tight.

"So," Eddie asks, "should we talk about . . . it?"

It would be good to hear a name. If you knew who he wanted so badly you could nudge at all the gaps between who you are and who Eddie craves until they became craters and you could learn to finally get over him.

It would also hurt like a bitch.

"If you want to," you tell him. His hair's still a little wet and frizzy, and the sun's made his freckles stand out more.

"You mean, you're not . . . uh, mad?"

"Why would I be mad, Eds?"

He's got that guilty look on his face again, long fingers playing around with the mirror on the visor so he doesn't have to look at you, lips pressed together and silent.

"I mean," —you'll talk if he doesn't want to, rambling to get it over with— "we were at a pool, you know, and there was a lot of . . . skin. So what if you were watching somebody and-"

"Wait," Eddie's hand lands on the bare skin of your thigh, just above your knee, and you flinch at his touch, "what do you mean somebody?"

You want to push his hand away—put indifference on like an armor and shrug all of this off. But Eddie's always been your Achilles' heel, and you can't pretend around him. Your vision wavers when you meet his eyes.

"Do you really not know?"

Everything about him is soft, eyes turned down at the corners and his mouth a tender frown when the tears start to fall down your cheeks.

"Baby, baby, don't—" Eddie tries to wipe the tears from your cheeks but you do push his hand away this time, gripping the steering wheel just to steady yourself.

"I'm sorry," he tells you, and you can feel the hurt in his voice like knives between your ribs, "I won't bring it up ever again, I promise, just please—" Eddie's voice breaks, so quiet and small you hardly recognize it.

"Please don't stop being my friend."

Eddie's crying now too, little sobs that shake his shoulders. He looks so young when he wipes his nose on his arm, hurt plain on his face.

"It's not that, Eds," you tell him, taking his hand, and it doesn't hurt this time, "it's just- why me?"

"What?" He looks genuinely confused. You drop your eyes, watching the way he twines his fingers between yours, and your stomach drops.

"I'm not . . . pretty."

The words feel hollow, half of the story you're trying to tell. It's a part of it, but it's only a part, at the shallowest level. It's that you've never felt pretty enough, funny enough, nice enough.

You've never been enough for anyone.

"Seriously? Sweetheart, how can you even say that?"

You shrug, sniffling. Eddie cups your cheek with his free hand.

"Baby," he tells you, shifting close, "you're so fucking pretty to me.''

It's like he's removed a stake from your heart. You know Eddie well enough to know that he means it, and he means more.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Eddie laughs a little, seeing you smile. And that makes you laugh too.

"I think you're pretty too, Eds."

Eddie kisses you for the first time from the passenger's seat in your car. He tastes like sunscreen.

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sinfulserpents · 2 years

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Wish you well

Billy Hargrove x reader

warnings: s4 spoilers! violence, the upside down (usual stranger things shit), angst, mentions of billy :"(((

summary: struggling with Billy's death, you try to come to terms with the fact that the Upside Down still haunts you - this time, in worse ways.

a/n: i’m still not dealing with billy’s death well so this is what comes out of it. Also this doesn’t follow the cannon timeline of season 4 for creative purposes, pls don’t attack me.

You struggled the most in the Spring.

While everyone seemed to move on, your days stood at a still. You weren’t sure how it almost meant nothing to anyone else, you felt almost angry that everyone who pretended to be his friends didn’t even come to his funeral.

The weather was gloomy, the sky dark and threatening to rain as you stood around his open grave. You didn’t move from where you were standing, eyes locked on the figure of Neil Hargrove who was sobbing - you hated him. Billy hated him.

You listened as he spluttered some speech about how life wouldn’t be the same without his son and how a parent is never supposed to outlive their child knowing it was all a bunch of bullshit. He never loved Billy, you thought.

When it was your turn to speak you couldn’t move, your feet felt heavy - like they were being stuck to the ground in cement. Tears clouded your eyes and your throat felt like your heart was stuck in it.

“I-” you began, cutting yourself off with a dry swallow. “I love you Billy with my whole heart, and now my heart that felt full just feels like a burden. You once told me that you never felt love from anyone else but your mum - that I was the first to show it to you since she left. But the truth is I had never felt a love like yours, B.”

Gentle tears slid down your cheeks as you felt a soft hand grasp your own, your eyes meeting Max’s. Comfort and support from the younger girl warmed your chest and you took a deep breath.

“I’ll miss you every day for the rest of my life.”

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You see him, for the first time, in Summer.

He wasn’t real, you knew that. A figure of your imagination as your brain struggled to come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t laying beside you.

He wasn’t there, but your dream felt so real.

“Billy,” you croaked out, sighting his figure in the distance. “Billy!”

You watched as he turned to you, his figure seeming stiff before his arm outreached for you - pointing.

“You killed me.” His voice echoed, causing you to frown.

“What?”

Your voice was weak and you jumped when he appeared behind you, his lips pressed against your ear.

“You killed me, Y/N.”

You began to shake your head, spinning around to face him. He looked exactly the same as the night you lost him, his white shirt covered in black goo and crimson red blood - eyes blood shot as black veins creeped up and down his skin.

“I didn’t kill you, Billy.” You spluttered, taking a couple of slow steps back. “Don’t you remember?”

“You didn’t stop it! You watched as it killed me!”

“Billy, stop!”

You steps backward got more rushed as he began stalking towards you. His steps echoed loud in your ears, before his hands grabbed you by the neck.

“I bet you were glad,” he snarled, as your hands began to claw at his arms - lungs desperate to get a breath. “Glad that I was finally gone and you didn’t have to deal with me anymore.”

“No, B. I love you.” You wheezed.

The last thing you saw was his eyes turn black before you woke up from the nightmare with a gasp. Your hands desperately clawed at your neck in a panic, before reality set in and you realised what had happened.

He felt so real.

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Things started to pick up again in Autumn.

You thought killing the Mind Flayer had ended the horrors of the Upside Down, but when Steve Harrington and his band of misfit children basically knocked your door down you could only heave a sigh before picking up your crowbar and following them to the car.

“So this creature has killed two people and everyone thinks this kid-”

You were cut off by Dustin. “Eddie.”

“Right, yeah. Eddie, killed the cheerleader so now a bunch of basketball playing assholes are hunting him down instead of letting the police do their job?”

Your questioning was met with unanimous agreements, your head turning towards Max who was crammed against the car door, her headphones glued to her ears as she stared out the windows. You hadn’t seen her since Billy’s funeral, but by the state of her you could tell she was barely coping like yourself.

“And this creature,” you continued, turning back towards the others. “It tried to attack Max?”

“Vecna. He gave her nightmares for a week before trying to kill her,” Dustin exclaimed. “Robin and Nancy figured out that you could be pulled back from his spell with music.”

Your heart sank at the mention of nightmares, your mind going back to the same one you had for weeks.

“Guys,” you sighed. “I’ve been having nightmares recently.”

The car went silent at your revelation, all eyes meeting yours - even Steve’s who was looking at you through the mirror.

“They’re probably nothing though-”

You were once again cut off by Dustin who abruptly turned around in his seat. However, you knew what you said was extremely bad by the fact that Max had began paying attention. Before Dustin could get out a single word, Max had spoken up.

“About what?” She questioned, eyes full of concern. You only shook your head.

“It doesn’t matter. They’re nothing. I’ve had them for months now and nothings happened, Dustin said that its seven days after experiencing them that Vecna tries to kill you. I should be in the clear,” you determined. “Right?”

Nobody seemed to believe a single word you were saying.

“Y/N,” Max brought your attention back to her. “What are they about?”

With a sigh, you began to fiddle with your fingers. “Billy. They’re about Billy.”

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You were thrust fully back into the world of the Upside Down in Winter.

The kids were correct in thinking that you were being targeted by Vecna and his spells. In fact, they were so correct that Vecna seemed to make it his personal mission to try to get to you more than once.

Your hand gripped Robin’s as you watched Steve and Nancy try communicate with the kids through lights - just as Will had done when he got stuck in the Upside Down. The ground shook under your feet, and your heartrate was so fast you thought you might pass out.

You couldn’t help but almost feel useless as they figured out that there were other portals to the dangerous world - one of them being in Eddie’s trailer.

He was nice, you had decided. A little weird, and definitely knew more about D&D than an adult should, but overall, nice. Dustin vouched nothing but good things about the guy, so it was safe to say that he lived up to your expectations.

However, it didn’t stop the sting in your heart when you noticed just how similar he was to Billy. From the leather jacket, to the way he was constantly worried about his mane of curly hair - it almost gave you whiplash. Which is why you barely spoke to the poor guy.

That didn’t stop him from trying to talk to you.

“Hey, I know I’m not the smartest of the group,” Eddie chimed up before pointing to the four bikes left in the Wheelers garage. “But there’s only four bikes and five of us.”

“That’s okay,” Steve chimed up, looking towards Nancy who was dusting off the seat of her bike. “Nancy can ride on the back of mine.”

You were quick to shake your head, awkwardly scratching your head - a nervous habit.

“I - uh. I don’t know how to ride a bike.”

The group went silent, and Robin offered you a bashful smile before she punched Eddie in the arm.

“You can hop on the back of mine,” he suggested, shooting Robin a side-eye. “If that’s okay with you.”

Nodding, you tried to ignore the deflated look in Steve’s eyes - knowing that he would have to deal with his obvious Nancy pining some other time, as you stood on the pegs attached to Mike’s bike wheels and wrapped your arms around Eddie's shoulders.

"Hang on tight, I haven't done this in a while."

His words didn't fill you with confidence as he began to pedal, but nevertheless you tightened your grip a tiny bit more. You tried not to shudder at the sounds of the Upside Down bats that Robin thought had rabies.

Maybe not rabies, but definitely some other diseases, you thought to yourself.

It didn't take long to reach Eddie's trailer, so long as you didn't count the five times Steve almost crashed his bike because he was too busy staring at Nancy.

You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face when you entered and saw that Dustin was right, there on the ceiling of Eddie Munson's trailer was another gate to the Upside Down.

"Hey!" Dustin waved, from above you causing Robin to let out an 'that's trippy'.

You didn't question Dustin when he threw a rope of tied up pillow cases through the gate, watching in awe as it just hung there in-between the two worlds. Robin tugged on the roped before giving everyone a salute - beginning to climb the rope.

You watched with wide eyes when she reached the top of the Upside Down world and crashed down onto the mattress the kids had lined up under the gate. Eddie only chuckled before volunteering to go next.

Before you could even reach the rope, your entire body froze - the air around you seemed to get colder and more silent, before footsteps began echoing in the distance.

“Y/N!” You barely had time to react to the sound of your name, being thrown against the ground by an invisible force.

Your eyes shut at the pain the shot up the back of your head, teeth grinding together - the air knocked out of your lungs. You sputtered and coughed, trying to regain your sense of reality.

“You could’ve saved me.” Billy.

You kept your eyes glued shut, not willing yourself strong enough to open them - your voice coming out strong as you spoke.

“You won’t get me this time, Vecna. Stop trying to use my dead boyfriend to break me.”

Silence filled the air before you felt slime creep up your face, a sticky finger sliding down your cheek.

“Oh but Y/N, I don’t have to break you. You’re already there, aren’t you?”

Taking a deep breath you tried to ignore his words, knowing that while they were true - you had to focus to get yourself out of this predicament.

“Billy would never say those things,” you spat, finally opening your eyes to look at the monster above you. “He loved me too much. He knew I tried to save him. You will never know what that feels like.”

With all the might in your body, you forced yourself to push him away - beginning to run in the opposite direction where you could see a bright light in the distance. Your Converse slid against the grime on the ground - almost losing your footing once or twice but you persevered, even with Vecna sending images of Billy after you.

It seemed like an eternity before you reached the light, pushing yourself through it only to be caught by the gentle arms of Steve who had tied you to his back with his jacket as he climbed the rope. The both of you laid on the mattress as you began to sob - hands desperately gripping onto Steve as if you were making sure it was really him.

You knew that wasn’t the end - that Vecna would keep trying to come after you until he got what he wanted. But you were just glad to be safe, even if it wasn’t for long.

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givehimthemedicine · 9 months

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can I talk about the 001 tattoo?

so we can agree the 001 is darker, thicker, and WAY bigger on Vecna, right? also it's got a vein running prominently right under it, which doesn't seem to match the anatomy of his wrist in the broom closet tat reveal. (idk if that's an original vein or some kind of vine nonsense tbf)

"oh that shot is dark and spooky and cluttered, maybe they just exaggerated it so you can see it" maybe but.. they can do literally anything with cg - zoom into his skin cells or whatever they gotta do to make sure we see that tattoo without having to make it cartoonishly large.

can I also talk about how Nancy sees the tattooing scene twice, and the tattoos look different?

I know em and/or james (sorry much like henward I forget which of you has said what lmao) have discussed the differences in lighting, etc. in the tattoo scenes and the fact that one is unfinished and so might be 000 instead of 001, but I wanted to touch on the Nancy aspect of it too.

just for clarity, the tattoo scenes go like this:

in 4x7 - "when Papa realized he could not control me, he tried to recreate me" we, and Nancy, see the boy getting tattooed 00(unfinished). this is the last time we see Nancy in 4x7.

4x8 picks up with Nancy watching the tattooing, Brenner wiping off a finished 001, and then turning to her with creepy eyes. she tries to run, pries some boards off the doorway, and arrives back in the tattoo scene again.

so although it's broken across two different episodes, this is all one continuous vision for Nancy (one thing split in two - isn't that fitting for a secret Henward reveal)

it's super weird that after Nancy runs from the tattoo scene, Vecna tells her "Now you've seen where I've been; I would like very much to show you where I am going" and then... sends her back into the tattoo scene?

why say that and then immediately show her more redundant "where he's been"? why not just have her bust through that doorway straight into the apocalypse vision, like Victor in wartime France?

"it's like El arriving in the Rainbow Room over and over" yes. it is! but that was El getting clockwork orange'd with HNL footage and her brain struggling to reject it. whereas this is Vecna. and Vecna, as far as we saw, doesn't usually force his victims into loops like that, right?

Max, Chrissy, Fred ran inside their visions. unsuccessfully, yes, but when they ran, they actually travelled. like, when Max ran in the graveyard, she didn't keep arriving at Billy's grave over and over. Chrissy didn't keep finding her mom in every room. so it's curious to me that the only loops are Nancy and El, both in the lab (or I should say, "in the lab" given that neither of them are actually in the lab). so Vecna deviated from his usual method because he reallllly wanted Nancy to see that tattoo some more.. it's just odd to me, IF those tattooings are truly supposed to be the same event.

why else are WE the audience shown this scene multiple times than because they need to have shown us two events, but made sure we conflated them as one? to assume that that was the same boy getting the same tattoo?

anyway, the actual tattoo:

the 00 in 4x7 seems a lot lighter in comparison to the very dark 001 we see being finished up in 4x8.

people with tattoos: do they start it light and then go over it darker? is that a thing? is the 4x7 a realistic depiction of the 4x8 tattoo in progress? because if not I have more thoughts.

btw if I wanted to get real crazy, I would point out that El's tattoo also seems to vary slightly - it seemed bigger when she was little (maybe that part makes sense. how do tattoos behave on growing children?) but also it keeps sneaking closer to her wrist. look how in s1 it's four tattoo-lengths from the crease of her wrist, and by s4 it's more like two. (does anyone know when MBB got that for real?)

anyway I'll leave you with the thought of: remember those two extremely similar and redundant El-dragged-off-to-solitary scenes they showed us in s1?

#standard disclaimer: I'm sure this has been discussed I haven't been paying a lot of attention to analysis lately. just shaking my brain out #mine #analysis #henry creel #what's my tag for this I forget #lab stuff #long post #sorry I'm not readmoring it'll mess up my photo arrangements bc tumblr doesn't know how to behave <3 #ok but 'papa tried to recreate me' the boy we're shown right then is not Me it's The Recreation (000) (Henry)#so then are we thinking Nice Orderly Henry has the 000 tattoo under his sleeve and we just never see it?#I've totally lost track of which guy this is supposed to be when. so lmk if this jives #my free trial of brain has just expired

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sammy-is-not-smiley · 2 years

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Replacement (Part 2/2)

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

S4 SPOILER FREE

Summary: When dropping Dustin off at the Snowball, Steve finds out what Billy had done to you at the Byers house. In the midst of his anger and your embarrassment, he offers something rather unlikely.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings/tags: Mentions of trauma, trauma response?, reader deals with slight PTSD, small flashback (non graphic), hurt/comfort, first kiss (kinda), skin to skin contact, fluff

A/N: Once again, if there are any warning tags I missed please let me know! I wrote this way back in 2018 or so and this is the first time posting it. I hope you enjoy!

Edit: Noticed some of it had gotten jumbled and fixed it! Sorry about that. Remember kids, proof reading is important.

Read Part 1

Looking back, the events after Billy became a foggy blur. Eventually, you helped clean up Steve’s wounds, get everyone to the car, and tried your best to drive Billy’s car while the children yelled and argued. When you got there, Steve was conscious again and you all worked on following through with the plan the children had conjured up. At that point, the mission was a much-needed distraction for you.

“Hey, (y/n),” Dustin had initiated with you in the tunnels. You had strayed to the back of the group, struggling to keep your mind in the present.

“What’s up, Dust?” You replied, trying not to sound too monotone.

“Do you think, uh…” He hesitated and looked ahead of him at Steve. “Don’t you think you should tell Steve what happened at the house?” He asked in a lower voice.

“What do you mean? He knows what happened. Billy kicked his ass.”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

You huffed, looking to the ceiling of the tunnel and shaking your head. “Why should he know?” You snapped.

“I… I don’t know… I guess I just feel like he should know? I mean you got hurt…” He trailed off, unsure of himself after your cold response.

A pang of guilt stabbed at your chest and you put your hand on his shoulder. “Look, just drop it okay? We have more important things to deal with right now.”

With that, he nodded and walked ahead of you without another word.

And since then, you hadn’t heard another word of it. You supposed Dustin wanted you to tell Steve because he looked up to him. He saw him as the leader of the group that could fix problems. But your developing friendship and small crush on Steve was far different than that. Of all the things to tell Steve about, that was very close to the bottom of the list.

Your heart still went out to Dustin though. His intention was in the right place and you took comfort in that.

After successfully setting the tunnels on fire and getting everyone back to the surface, events played out elsewhere that you still didn’t know the full details of. But you knew one thing: You had helped everyone win.

Eventually, you made it back home and the days carried on. Your math final came and went and Steve became more present in your life. He would regularly try to talk with you at school, partner with you in class, and ask to hang out after school. You didn’t complain, if anything you were happy to have him there and you returned the favor. Oddly enough, you found there was a comfort of being with someone that shared the same horrific knowledge as you. Things people only ever heard of in books and movies. For you two it was real, and what helped battle that reality was your connection. You became each other's anchors and a crutch to be able to continue to live in Hawkins.

Every once in a while he would ask you about that night. He would try to pull your feelings out concerning it and try to root out anything that stuck with you. Things like the nightmares that plagued you both, the new strange discomfort you had around dogs, or discussing your distaste for the children experiencing everything you did together. Slowly you became more and more comfortable talking about that night with him, but not once did you ever even elude to the events that happened between you and Billy. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren;t just hiding it from Steve, you were trying to hide it from yourself as well. To bury it so deep that not even you could find it again.

You also became closer to the kids, especially Dustin. He rarely would leave Steve’s side, you observed, and found it absolutely adorable. You never thought you would ever befriend a group of middle schoolers at the end of your high school years, but you found you bonded with them as well. Shared trauma brought you together with the most unlikely of people, but you were ultimately thankful you had all of them.

Soon winter came around, and with it came the Snowball. Each of the kids talked up the school dance as it approached, but nobody more than Dustin. He was so excited that Will would be able to go and you quickly gathered that Dustin wanted to use that night to make everything feel normal again. To just be with his best friends again and act like nothing had happened that year. So when Steve talked about helping Dustin get ready for the dance, you were all in. You two wanted that night to be one of the best nights Dustin would ever have.

This is how you found yourself outside the middle school sitting in Steve’s back seat to drop Dustin off at the gym, where the dance was held.

“So, remember, once you get in there…”

Dustin looked at Steve in the driver’s seat next to him. “Pretend like I don’t care.”

You quickly leaned up from the back seat and in between the two. “Yeah, but, uh, not too much. Like, don’t care, but not in a douchey way. In a smooth way.”

Dustin nodded, retaining the information. “Okay, okay, not douchey,” He mumbled and reached for the rearview mirror, turning it to check his styled hair. You couldn’t hide your smirk. You simply couldn’t get over how much volume his curly hair had accumulated.

“Hey, come on, you look great, okay? You look great,” Steve assured, turning the mirror back. “Now, you’re going to go in there, look like a million bucks, and you’re going to slay ‘em dead.”

“In a non-douchey way,” You emphasized.

Dustin nodded. “Like a lion.”

You exchanged a confused glance with Steve. Before either of you could ask, though, Dustin let a cat-like purr roll off his tongue with a confident smile on his face. You both stared at him blankly.

“Yeah, don’t do that,” You advised and patted his shoulder. “I’ll be right back, I need a bathroom,” You told Steve and climbed out of the car. “Good luck Dust!” With that, you shut the car door.

You jogged inside to the middle school gym bathroom and did what you needed to do. On your way back out, you peeked inside the gym, scanning over the crowd of middle schoolers. Finally, as you leaned on the door frame, your eyes landed on the party standing together near a table. A little smile appeared on your face a moment when you saw Will there, healthy as ever, and Lucas and Mike’s wide eyes directed at Dustin’s hairdo.

Feeling at ease with the kids well-being, you exited the building and found Steve’s car parked in the middle of the lot by a street light. He leaned back on the trunk, staring down at the ground.

As you approached him you noticed his brow was pulled together and his arms were crossed tightly over his torso. He looked to be in a far different mood than he had been when dropping Dustin off. His attitude had been bubbly, but how it seemed more like a block of ice.

“I never liked the bathrooms in there, they always smelled like puberty and day old wet laundry,” You said and hopped up onto the cold trunk next to Steve, trying to make him smile somehow. He didn’t. “You okay?”

Steve shook his head, hair bouncing. “No,” He muttered, not looking at you. “Were you ever going to tell me?” His head shifted toward you but his stare was still pointed hard to the ground.

You dryly chuckled, a stiff smile on your face. “Uh, tell you what?”

“That it might snow next week, or, I don’t know, that Billy kissed you?” Steve replied sarcastically, pushing himself off the trunk and turning to stand in front of you.

Your smile disappeared. “What are you talking about?”

Steve sighed and ran a quick hand through his hair. “Dustin told me after you went in. He said you didn’t want to tell me about it.”

“Why should I have told you?” You asked defensively.

“I was supposed to be protecting you! I was supposed to keep that shithead from hurting you guys and I need to know if he did anything.” Steve was furious, but you could tell that fury wasn’t quite directed toward you. Nonetheless, you could feel the shame bubbling up from your gut.

“Steve, don’t treat me like one of the kids. Plus, he didn’t do anything, okay?”

“Oh, so he didn’t force himself on you?”

You visibly clammed up at the question and you stuffed your hands in your hoodie pockets. “No, he… did….”

Steve threw his hands into the air and began pacing. You could practically see a vein popping out of his forehead. “You know, that kind of explains why you’ve been acting weird at school around him. When he looks at you he looks like a fucking pedophile. I knew something wasn’t right,” He fumed, kicking a rock off into the grass next to the lot.

“Steve, calm down. It wasn’t that bad--”

“Wasn’t that bad? Dustin said you cried!” Steve exclaimed with a pained expression. “He said you tried to push the dick away but couldn’t and then you cried. How does that make it ‘not that bad’?”

“I--... I don’t know.” You sighed, stuffing your hands in your hoodie pocket. “I guess because I didn’t help you out when you two got into it. And I guess I asked for it when I ripped his hair out by accident and…” You trailed off, trying to cower away from his concerned and angry eyes. Why did Dustin have to say anything?

“My god,” Steve sighed as he stood in front of you again. “It’s not your fault, literally nothing you do would make you deserve that. If anything, he deserved to get that nasty-ass hair ripped out.”

You shrugged and looked down at your lap meekly. Over the past month you genuinely had tried to suppress what happened, but every time you saw Billy at school, flashes of the memory passed through your mind. It was haunting you. Your stomach jumped up into your chest at every sight of Billy and you loathed him for it.

“You don’t understand,” You spoke again, squeezing your eyes shut. Maybe it would help if you pretended Steve wasn’t there. “I could have done so much more to prevent it but it happened anyway….. He just... took something from me... and I feel like I gave it to him by accident.” The humiliation was eating at you like an ulcer and you weren’t sure if talking about it was making it better or worse.

Steve cocked his head to the side to better look at you cowering. “Took something?”

You rolled your eyes, not at him, but at yourself. “He… He kissed me and... I've never-” You closed your eyes again and stopped yourself. Saying it out loud did not feel right at all. “No, never mind, it’s stupid.”

“.... First kiss,” Steve uttered, connecting the dots. “You’ve never had a first kiss?”

“Oh yes, please, rub it in,” You scoffed as you felt your face heating up. You still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him for very long.

“Sorry, sorry…. But, you know, um,” Steve said, rubbing the back of his neck. “First kisses are kind of overrated.”

You sighed in dismay. “Yeah, I know they aren’t like in the movies but… it’s still supposed to be special. A first time is something you can’t really experience again. Once it’s done, it’s done.” You could feel a familiar black hole growing in your chest, sucking away any lightheartedness you felt when you had first arrived. “The first time doing anything is essentially what will stick with you the longest.”

“I guess…” Steve confessed with a melancholy expression.

Neither of you said a word, almost as if taking a moment of silence to grieve. A subtle beat of the music pulsed from the school and the buzz of a street light was the only thing keeping you from being fully engulfed by your memories and thoughts.

“I just wish I could forget what happened that night,” You let out in a quiet breath, hiding your face in your hands trying to rub away the blush and tension in your face.

Steve took a step closer, wanting now to see your eyes. He wanted to be able to look into them and search for an inkling of your usual self. The one who was cheery earlier in the evening, the one who looked at Dustin with soft and caring eyes, the one who laughed with them on the drive to the school. He feared, though, that mood was long gone. He never wanted this for you. It was enough you stumbled upon them on the railroad tracks and got sucked into everything. You never deserved anything like what Billy had done to you, and he wished he could do that night over again to keep it from ever happening. He wanted a redo. He wanted you to have a redo.

“What if it could be replaced?” Steve suddenly blurted out.

You furrowed your brow at the boy, looking up at him from behind your hands. “Steve, we can’t go back in time.”

“No, not the memory…. The….” He hesitated with a deer in the headlights expression. Over half the sentence was out of his mouth already, he might as well finish it. “The kiss.”

You blinked at him a moment, a similar expression to his on your face. “Where are you going with this?”

His eyes darted down to your mouth a couple of times before he took a step back, looking almost panicked. “That ‘first kiss’ thing you were talking about? I think… Uh...” He stopped, having to tear away his eye contact. Now he was the one beginning to turn red.

“You… want to replace it?”

Steve put his hand on his hip while the other rested on his forehead. Minutes before, his eyes were flared with rage. Now, though, they were innocent and darting in thought. “I think I do….” He then nodded, seeming to agree with the words that just came out of his mouth. “Yeah, I do.”

“Oh…” You didn't know what to think for a moment. Was that a thing? Replacement kisses? As you pondered this you realized something you couldn’t ignore: thinking of kissing him didn’t scare you. It made the wings in your stomach flutter again, but you didn't feel entirely scared like you had been near Billy.

Would this raise the bar and send you somewhere exciting, or would everything crash and burn?

“I mean, you don't have to,” Steve said when you didn't respond for a while. “I was just-- You know, I hate what he did to you. I swear I'll shove a fork so far up his ass he’ll taste metal and--... if it’s too early or you for sure never want to then I get it and we can never talk about this ever aga-"

“Steve, shut up,” You stopped the babbling boy. He only rambled like that when he got nervous.

Hands fumbling with each other in your lap, you couldn’t believe what you were about to say. “If we do it… you have to promise it won't scare you away from me.” Your words were slow and careful, you wanted to be sure another mistake wasn't being made.

Steve’s face contorted in confusion as he slowly nodded, his eyes shifting around as he thought. “Yeah, okay,” He said as he processed your request.

“And don't make fun of me,” You added.

A small smirk started to grow on Steve’s face as he said your name. “I think you're overthinking this a little…”

“I know, I just--" You threw your head back in embarrassment. “I really don't know what I'm doing and you seem like you do so… help me out here. Do what you would normally do to kiss a girl for the first time.” The words felt like molasses coming out of your mouth. Even in the cold December air, you could still feel your face continue to heat up. Once again, you brought your hands up to cover the blush you were sure was dusting your face.

Steve stood in front of you, absolutely starstruck. Half of him didn't expect you to accept his offer, yet he found that the other half had been hopeful you would.

“Okay…” He said softly, stepping closer. “Well first, need to see your face.” He reached up and grabbed your wrists, pulling them from you gently. He began to lightly brush his thumb over your inner wrist as you looked down at your hands.

Eventually, your eyes trailed up to his and you noticed his pupils were blown wide, as if to take in as much of you as possible. Little did you know yours were doing the same.

Suddenly your hands felt out of place as you stared up at him awkwardly. Were you supposed to put your hands somewhere too? On his shoulders? His face? On the car you were sitting on?

“And then… You know, I kind of have to get close,” Steve muttered as he pressed himself closer to you, pushing himself between your legs to lean on the car. He brought a hand up to your rosy cheek and wove his hand into your hair, cradling your head as if it were fragile. It felt as though glitter was slowly floating through the air around you.

In that one moment, the world paused. The beat of the music inside the gym faded away and the cold of the night on your skin went numb. You suddenly became aware that you had gotten so lost in Steve’s eyes that you hadn't noticed he had been slowly leaning in closer and closer.

Just as your noses almost touched, a flash of Billy flew through your mind, making you take in a sharp and startled breath. Jerking back, you looked down at your current position with Steve.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Steve soothed, his eyebrows drawing together. His thumb brushed over your soft cheek, making you look back up at him. “Say the word and we can stop.”

He smelled different than Billy had. He smelled like spiced cologne and a fesh shower. His body warmth made you feel safe in the cold parking lot, not trapped. Billy had made you feel powerless, but Steve was letting you call the shots. You knew you could trust that if you wanted to stop, Steve would do so, and you found that made you want to go through with it even more.

You swallowed hard. “Keep going,” You replied, barely above a whisper. You wouldn’t be surprised if Steve could feel your heartbeat at this point as it pounded against your chest.

Something in Steve's expression shifted and it made goosebumps erupt over your skin. They were excited goosebumps filled with anticipation.

As you sensed him slowly beginning to lean in, you found yourself doing the same. You focused on his smell and the softness of his sweater sleeve as you drew closer together like magnets. The moment you weren’t sure if your eyes should be kept open or not, it happened. Your lips made contact, that worry faded and your eyes fluttered shut.

The kiss was gentle and innocent, as if Steve was afraid he would break you if he were too rough. His hand, still on your wrist, shifted and he slowly began pushing his hand up your sleeve, leaving static in it’s wake. As quickly as it began, it ended, and he was the first to pull his face from yours.

Your eyes went wide when it ended as you leaned back away from him as well. Never in a million years did you ever think the night would lead to this. What had been a small crush before was now a raging storm in your chest begging to be let out.

Steve's eyes were equally as wide staring back at you in worry, his hand hovering in mid-air inches from your face. His expression was mostly of concern, that is until a small smile started to spread over his face.

“You okay?” He asked when you didn't smile back.

Adrenaline finding no other way to release itself inside you, you finally smiled as well and let out a sheepish giggle. You felt relieved and, if anything, absolutely giddy.

Steve's smile grew once more, finally able to see the full color of your eyes shine vibrantly in the street light. He leaned in and touched his forehead to yours, bringing both hands up and nurturing your face with them. “So, how was that for a replacement first kiss?”

You smirked and grabbed a hold of his sweater, pulling him in closer to you. “Pretty damn good, Harrington.” You tilted your head up further into his, closing your eyes. “Do it again.”

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