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Landside
Billy X GF!Reader
Authors Note: We want a scared Dad Billy? Yeah we’re gonna get one.
AU Summary - This is if Billy didn’t ‘actually' die during Season 3. He’s been with the group for a year, even aiding them against Vecna Season 4. Everyone who fell victim to Vecna was trapped in the Upside Down, including but not limited to Barb, Billy (ofc), Bob, Chrissy, Eddie, Jason, etc You get the idea. They all still bear the weight of what happened to all of them. It’s like they were raised from the dead if you will. This fic takes place maybe five years later? So 1990-91 ish
Warnings/Tags: Smut, Unplanned pregnancy, family trauma, name-calling between friends. Fixing everything and any death post season 4, lots of Steddie and Ronance, Talk of body issues, pregnancy fears, fear of not being good enough, Physical violence in the form of threats or thrown objects.
Word Count: 7.8k
I come up from doing a few laps in the pool, stepping up the stairs. Billy walked towards me with a towel in hand.
“Looking good out there Ms. Y/L/N.” I smirk, taking the towel from his hands, dabbing at the water on my face and hairline.
“Thank you,”
“Perfect form, and that suit is marvelous.” he winks.
“Well your form is marvelous,” I say making him blush, “I mean, you are a great teacher, teaching lessons to the kids-”
“You know, I could uh. I could teach you if you like?”
“Oh?”
“Yes, well, I know all the styles.” he looked me up and down, opening a piece of gum. Setting his free hand to follow the strap of the bikini dangerously close to cupping my breast. “Free style, um Butterfly, and Breast stroke.” I watch him breach his soft lips slipping the gum into his mouth, accidentally dropping the towel in my hands.
“Oops.” I bend over, picking up the towel slowly. So he can see the arch of my back and the space between my bathing suit and breasts. “I didn’t know you offered adult lessons.”
“Well you know, I offer advanced lessons to a select clientele. Come to think of it, there's a good pool out at uh, Motel 6 on Cornwallis. Very quiet, you know, very private. Should we say tonight, 8 o’clock.”
“Wouldn’t this be the 4th time this week Mr. Hargrove? I don’t think there’s anything left to teach me.” I brush my hands on his chest toying with the whistle around his neck.
“Oh you see that’s where you're wrong I think there are plenty of things left to do. I just don’t think I’ve pushed you hard enough.” leaning into the tease, brushing up my arm leaving goosebumps even in the damp heat of summer.
“Well I need to-”
“It will be the workout of your life.” he cut me off,
“I will need your help deciding what to wear, you have such impeccable taste.” I ran my hand down my side over the hem of the swim bottoms, knowing it drove him crazy looking at the light trail of hair disappearing into my swim bottoms along my pelvis.
“A tease you are,” he pulls my waist to him, kissing me deeply for everyone at the pool to see how taken we are with each other. My fingertips dip into his waistband, distracting him while my tongue dips into his mouth, snatching the gum and pulling back quickly. "Oh a thief too, I see your game." I blow a bubble, smacking the gum and twisting out of his arms to hold his hands.
“Gotta hit the showers, California, perhaps a rain check? I’ll find you before I leave!” winking and popping the gum one last time, skipping to cool off from the hot sun in the women's locker room.
Grabbing a fresh towel and some soap from my locker I pull the curtain taut. Letting the water run over my suit, unsticking it with all the chlorine and sunscreen. Hanging it on the hook, tying my hair up and washing my body. Just when there’s suds' coating my eyes I hear someone pull the curtain open,
“This one’s taken!” I hide my body against the wall, trying to wash out the soap when the curtain closes again. Getting frustrated I vigorously put water in my eyes, hearing wet steps. A hand covers my mouth so I can’t scream, turning me around quickly to the haughty chuckle. Billy stands smiling wildly, “What do you think you're doing!” I smack at his chest, he shushes my protest, kissing down my throat creating a bee-line to my chest. Instinctively I hook my arms around his neck, looking down to see he’s also completely naked. “You're supposed to be working, go away.” I hum as he kisses the tops of my breasts.
“But your breasts are so amazing and all soapy. God, have they gotten bigger? My girls, all pretty and sensitive.” he whines on my neck, “and I know you didn’t just buy a suit I wanted, tease me with it. Not wanting me to fuck you, oh not my doll! What have you done with her?!” I laugh as he shakes me, hands on the middle of my spine.
“Okay well then it worked better than I thought, I guess actions speak louder-” he was hammering the spot on my neck that gives my stomach butterflies, “Billy-” I whine.
“Yes? Anything for you.” he looked up, with those gorgeous blue eyes pupils of black onyx swallowing the ocean with lust.
“B, I don’t feel too good...” I pout,
“Well then, let me make you feel so much better, huh? Let Billy take care of you. I'll make you feel better, and damn you smell so good, Indiana.” He doesn’t push my limits by forcing himself on me, just showering me with love in his way of physical contact.
"Billy-..."
"What hurts baby?"
"My back, and I'm nauseous." I hold onto him, playing with his St. Christopher’s necklace under the cool water.
"Well I could blow your back out for ya and buy you dinner afterwards. A nice corn dog and push pop from concessions?"
"You're not helping. You corn dog."
"Correction, it's horn dog." He blows a raspberry along my neck, correcting me.
“Billy! Someone will hear us!” I laugh, running my hand through his wet locks.
“Nope paid that one kid five bucks to scare anyone off, think his name is Ben. Maybe Benson?”
“There’s a teenager outside the woman’s shower room scaring people away so you can fuck me?”
“No, I locked the door and put one of the shower chairs under the handle!”
“Hmm, might take me a little more convincing.” I tease, pushing his shoulders down for him to kneel in front of me. He winks holding onto the backs of my thighs.
“God damn, doll.” He nuzzles his nose along the seam of my cunt, lifting one of my legs to hook over his shoulder. “So fucking wet f’ me, huh?”
“Yes...” I moan when he licks a trail from my entrance to my clit sucking the button into his mouth to roll it over his tongue. He looks up at me as two of his fingers split my folds curling them inside me.
“Shit Billy, ‘M close.” I pant holding the back of his head as he licks my cunt like his favorite ice cream flavor. He pulls off suddenly standing, retreating his fingers from my cunt to circle my clit.
“Want to feel you cum on my cock, doll. Get me there.” He commands, thrusting his swollen and leaky cock against my thigh. I grasp him, rolling in matching circles with my thumb along the tip.
My head thumps the tile wall and we giggle at the noise.
“You okay?” He holds me cheek in his free hand then threading his fingers into my soaked hair.
“Yeah, want you.” I whisper, kissing his lips with bruising passion. He takes himself from my hand lining up with my entrance. Holding my other leg against his hip now so I’m spread open for him. He puts my hand between our bodies above my clit,
“Rub your clit for me, not gonna last long in your pretty pussy.” I whimper at the thought, he kisses me deeply as he pushes inside. My walls have to re-stretch around his girth every time. My free hand accidentally scratches along his back as he pounds into me. He pants into my mouth as he picks up speed, I squeeze around him cumming with a soft cry of his name. That sends him over the edge. I can feel the first wave of his hot load as he pushes himself deeper inside.
Billy drops my leg, rubbing at my hip and holding me upright as we come down from our high. He kisses along my collarbone as he reaches for my body wash. We spend a few minutes in peaceful post orgasm, treasuring each other’s bodies before he speaks.
“Feel better, doll?” Billy whispers like an unspoken confession.
“A little, thank you honey.” I turn off the water after we clean ourselves off, he dries off by shaking out his hair like a dog. Pelting me with water droplets in the process.
“What?” He acts innocent as I dry my arms and legs, “I’m going back to the pool anyway.” He hands me a towel allowing me to dress moderately dry. Giving up his water after his guided workout, I take one sip before being hauled over his shoulder.
“Billy!” I yell as he grabs my bag from the hook, moving the chair from the door.
“What? I promised my girl some dinner!” He smacks my ass when he walks down the hall to concessions.
“Billy put me down, I’m too heavy!” I groan, getting nauseous from the pressure on my abdomen. He sets me down on the counter cutting the line completely, getting one of his close friends Heather’s attention in the process.
“Horseshit, you’re fucking light if anything and beautiful no matter what. You could turn green and I’d still do ya.” Heather and I audibly cringe at him.
“Regular for both of you?” she asks leaning over the counter
“Yeah, three corn dogs and a large coke with-”
“With mustard I know!” She goes to the single fryer, dropping them in.
“Have you tipped her today?” I ask him, pinching his waist.
“Ow, hey we both work here. I might as well give her some of my paycheck with the amount of food we trade.”
“Trade?” I raise my eyebrow in disbelief “Billy it is your responsibility as the straight white man to empower the women in your life. Be better.”
“Yeah ass-wipe, be a good civil servant and pay me.” Heather leans over handing me a paper cup of Coke with a straw.
“Stuff it dyke.” I gasp smacking him in the chest, “Ow!”
“Bite me lunkhead.” She fires back at him, they flip each other off like children.
“You two are terrible to each other.” I groan, sliding off the counter when she sets the bag down next to us.
“Hey Y/N, are you coming to the tailgate tonight with everyone?” She asks, tearing a twister with her teeth.
“Um, I don’t know yet. We’ll call you tonight if we can’t make it. Right Bills?” I look at him looking for a way out of it.
“No babe we gotta. We’re hosting the after party at our place with everyone. So I can keep an eye on Max.”
“Don’t go all psycho big brother on her, she’s in high school Billy.” They start to argue about what they were exposed to at young ages and with Max’s condition Billy argues she could be taken advantage of. I feel dizzy as they argue, leaning onto Billy’s shoulder for support.
“You can’t say shit because you are an only child, huh?” Billy pulls me closer by my waist, trying to have me side with him. “Doll, you okay?”
“Huh? Just got really sleepy, I think I should nap and pick up the apartment before we have a bunch of our friends and family over.” I kiss his cheek, “I’ll see you at home?”
“Yeah of course, you want me to walk you to the car?” Billy asks worriedly, pressing a kiss to my temple and hugging me tightly goodbye.
“No it’s okay, have a good shift guys. I’ll see you tonight!” I wave leaving the food and cola with Billy. I drive home quickly and pass out on the couch immediately blaming it on the Hawkins heatwave.
I woke up a couple hours later to dishes clanking together and whispered song lyrics. Stretching my aching muscles, I stand seeing a blanket thrown over my lap. Smiling, I walk into our kitchenette to see Billy with his Walkman on full blast, before he can see me. My stomach gurgles and I race to the bathroom, throwing up an empty stomach of Water and Cola. I sit on the floor for a moment dizzy, dry heaving a few times. Noticing I’d knocked over a box of tampons that were unopened. My heart drops as I try to piece together when I’d had my last period.
“Shit...” I scramble off the bathroom floor going into the bedroom with my purse with my planner and address book. By the book it could’ve been anywhere from 7 to 9 weeks ago. It’s not like Billy and I’s sex life isn’t consistent, and birth control wasn’t something I could feel good about. We agreed to use condoms and suffer any consequences if that happened. Last time this happened was in Highschool, Billy took me to the clinic and they gave me something called Danazol or something like that. Everything turned out okay then, but we were older now this really had consequences now if I was truly pregnant.
“Y/N? Where are you at doll?” Billy yells down the hallway, dragging his feet and hitting his hip on the hall table like always. I look at myself in my vanity mirror and quickly wipe my eyes clean. Running into the closet before he steps inside the room.
“Picking out my outfit for tonight!” I answer back, clearing my throat.
“Oh yeah?” Billy comes around the corner, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Does that mean my girl is gonna give me a little show?” He chuckles.
“Unless you wanna be late to the tailgate? Not again, hot stuff.” I turn out of his arms, looking in our shared dresser for pants.
“Ooo you should wear those black Levi’s your butt looks good in.” He thinks, always having the more trendy style out of the two of us.
“Okay what shirt? I don't want to get too hot.” I add taking the high waisted Levi’s out, with a tired huff.
“I’d say none because you’re already smoking-” Billy teases
“Billy please, you are the one who got me into this mess. Please help me.”
“Okay, I’m sorry for finding you the best thing in my life so violently attractive.” He pleads and pouts “Forgive me, and definitely that solid red crop you wear to the bars.”
“I wear that to show off my boobs and get us free drinks.”
“Exactly, you look great in it.” I scoff, grabbing the clothes and some fresh under clothes.
“Are you ready to go?” I asked him from the bathroom, happy he didn’t look too closely at my facial expressions. Billy has a way with prying things out of people, part of the endless Casanova charm.
“Hell yeah got and eight pack and Munson and that other tall dude are bringing the dobie. We are all set.” He goes on about the plans tonight as I get ready in the bathroom. Looking under the sink after I change my clothes I look for a spare test. Always having some cheap ones lying around for myself or friends. Hitting a particular box with my hand I take it out and go to pee. Setting it on the counter while adding a hint of makeup and volume to my hair.
“Almost ready, Bills.” I call out, waiting longer than three minutes. I close my eyes and flip over the test on the counter. Taking a deep steadying breath in through my nose and out through my mouth. My neck sweats as I slowly open my eyes, looking down. I gasp, loud enough it worries Billy.
“Babe?”
“Sorry accidentally stabbed my eye with the mascara wand!” I say the first thing that comes to mind, cringing as I hold my hand over my mouth.
“Okay we let's get going Indiana, we can’t keep my fans waiting.” He laughs, starting to open the bathroom door. I scramble throwing the test into the medicine cabinet and shutting the mirror.
“Yeah, let’s go!” Billy dips in for a kiss,
“You look beautiful.”
“I look like a sl-”
“No, do you like it?” He asks honestly, I nod my head. He’s matched with cut offs and a Def Leppard muscle tee. “Then you're perfect. Grab your purse doll. I’ll go start the car.”
I smile sighing in relief, wrapping the test in toilet paper and burying it in the trash. Locking the door behind us, Billy already has his new muscle car running. A 1985 Camaro IROC-Z in his signature blue color. The drive to the large run down lot where Star Court had burned down. Gives you shivers thinking about when I lost him for nearly a whole year. He has a hand on my thigh as he pulls up next to Steve’s burgundy BMW. Robin and Nancy immediately separate us, taking me away to get each of us a drink.
“Girls, Jesus hang on a second!” I laugh barely able to get my seat belt off before I’m dragged to Argyle’s Van.
“Hey there pretty ladies Johnny boy has the drinkies in the front seats.” He says as him and Jonathan’s head hang off the side of the out back doors. They are already toasted.
“Got any Coke?” I ask
“Which kind?” I hear a scruffy voice behind me, turning to see Eddie. I hug him tightly,
“Eddie!” I shriek, swallowing down tears in my eyes as Steve stands awkwardly next to him. I pull him into my next hug “Stevie! When did you morons get home?”
“Couple hours ago, Eddie just sold a few songs to a up and coming band in Texas?”
“Yeah, Pantera? Plus another to Warrant again, they should release their new album sometime this fall.” Eddie confirms a little smug,
“Wow good for you, babes.” I smack Eddie’s bare shoulder, feeling someone’s hands wrap around my waist and sniff my hair obnoxiously. “Billy...” I squirm feeling cold beverages in his hands.
“Hello gentlemen, see you’ve reunited with my lover.” His breath reeks of cheap beer already making my stomach turn upside-down.
“Sure have, wanna bum me a smoke like old times?” Eddie shakes Billy’s hand, Steve and Billy share a nod, still not fully healing their relationship quite yet.
“Go hang out with the guys, the girls and I are gonna mingle with some distant friends.” I encourage him, he gives me the ice cold coke he got for me before heading off with them.
“Okay Y/N,” Robin slurs a little, holding onto Nancy’s hand “now I wouldn’t say I’m an expert on breasts more a connoisseur.”
“Because you like judging people” Nancy laughs,
“Shush, baby. We’re all friends here but babes what are you doing differently? You look so hot, right now!” Robin holds her hands out like she’s trying to convince Nancy and I.
“Just a-” I freeze watching Nancy’s eyes narrow, like she does when she is trying to solve a puzzle. Damn Nancy Drew acting Wheeler.
“Just... What?” Robin asks a little loud, we both shush her.
“I’m late.”
“Late?” Robin looks at her girlfriend quizzically,
“How late?” Nancy’s eyes nearly burst out of her skull, Robin nods along with her eyes squinted.
“The positive kind.” You try to hint to both of them, Robin now bobbing along to the music as she drinks from her solo cup.
“Shit, does Billy know?”
“I took the test before we left, I don’t know what to do.”
“Does he want kids?”
“Yes, no? Shit maybe? We’re just in a really good place right now so I’m nervous.” I shrug, and Nancy hugs me. Robin turns around randomly and then runs towards Steve as he goes to get another beer.
“Everything will be okay, we’re here for you.” She takes my arm and we walk around mingling and chasing Robin away from the trunks with beer pong set up on them after she talks to Steve.
He walks back over to the guys, Billy is catching up with Heather when Steve whispers something into Eddie’s ear.
“Yeah right, I’m gonna school your ass when we get to my place.” Billy yells at Heather as she walks towards you and the other girls.
Steve clears his throat, Eddie looks at him oddly. Steve nods towards Billy, Eddie’s brows furrow as he sighs.
“Hey, Billy you're okay with Y/N dressing like that?” Eddie lowly wolf whistles, at the sight of her. Steve knocks on his head with his beer bottle.
“Um hello? I’m right here.” Steve rolls his eyes, Eddie knocks his shoulder, spilling his beer a little on his shirt. Billy laughs when Steve glares back, taking a long drag of his smoke and blowing it in the opposite direction of his friends.
“I picked out her outfit, I know how to fight. Y/N can wear whatever she wants.” Billy says, simply through his exhale.
“Okay man but... Stevie over here did win in ‘84. Just saying.” Eddie says critically, through his teeth, holding his hands up in surrender.
“Hey fuck off Scarface.” Billy scoffs as Steve interjects, wrapping an arm around his very not sober boyfriend's waist.
“Look Hargrove, Eds is just saying Y/N/N has filled out a bit this summer and is getting a little unwarranted attention.” Steve points the neck of his beer bottle to the ex-basketball team, all a bunch of high school rejects still living in their parents basement as they get fatter and older.
“Oh come on, they’re too scared of me to mess with my girl. I came back from the dead remember?” Billy wiggles his spare fingers while oooing and ahhing like a ghost. Eddie laughs at that, knocking their beers together while Steve’s headaches at the idiocracy.
The sun sets and a majority of the adults who have to work in the morning leave. While a majority of the high schoolers stay together drinking the now warm beer, most of our group also sticking close together about starting college or jobs in the fall. Billy and I reunited shortly after to head over to the apartment first, Lucas and Max sat in the back seat of the car as I drove, being the only sober one.
“I totally could’ve driven, I only had a few beers.”
“And smoked a joint with the guys.” I add turning down the music,
“What can't I bond with my little sister's boyfriend?”
“I had one puff, I doubt I’ll even feel anything.”
“One puff was enough, you already drank tonight Lucas.” Max says kindly,
“Pfft you girls worry too much, right Sinclair?” Billy holds out his fist for Lucas to bump it. He laughs a little too hard when Billy tries to yank him forward.
“Don’t gang up on the only two women that enjoy your company.” Max scoffs at her brother.
“Whatever, you're up for some ball tomorrow Sinclair?”
“He can’t-” She’s cut off my Lucas explaining their plans
“Sorry Billy, it’s Max and I’s anniversary. We’re staying in Indianapolis for the night.”
“Aw how cute, please take pictures.” You fawn over them, you know exactly what Lucas has been through. That pain of losing your first love, knowing at a young age it was your last. Taking this second chance for all it’s worth every moment no matter how insignificant it is to others, is precious.
“Better wear protection Sinclair, or I’ll have to kick your ass for knocking up my sister.”
“Billy!” Max punches him hard in the shoulder.
“What Billy means is we want you to be smart about your choices, but we can’t tell you what to do anymore-”
“Just want what’s best for you, you’re good kids. We don’t need more children running around right now, we’re all still kids.” Billy cuts you off,
“Um, Y/N are you on birth control?” Lucas asks politely, We’d agreed when Lucas and Max got serious their junior year they could ask me and Billy anything. I didn’t want them to feel odd for their feelings or idiots for the things that aren’t taught.
“I didn't enjoy it, I use a diaphragm sometimes which is like a cup that prevents the sperm from going up into the cervix. Yet we mainly use condoms because the latter makes us both uncomfortable.” I put simply, shrugging. I look in the back mirror. Lucas is leaning his head on Max’s shoulder as she plays with his shirt cuff.
“It feels like your jamming your penis into plastic Tupperware surrounded by warm-”
“EW! Ew stop Billy.” Max covers her ears and starts singing to the radio. I turn it up for her, we pull up to our assigned parking. Others start filling up the parking lot shortly after making a b-line straight to Billy and I’s apartment.
“No, we had to pull off to the side of the road because we were lost, and exhausted!” Billy exasperates,
“If Billy didn’t finally just pull over, I probably would've strangled him over the armrest.” I add to the story of Billy’s and I’s recent across-country road trip to California.
“So what happened after you figured out where you were?” Will asks
“Not exactly we-”
“We were in the backseat when a Sheriff drove by. We couldn’t even get our pants you all the way before he knocked on the window.” Billy laughs, Eddie and Argyle join him.
“I pulled down my dress while Billy collected himself enough to ask the man, old enough to be my grandfather for directions.” I rolled my eyes, leaning against Billy. He wrapped his arm around me as he finished the story.
“He handed me a handkerchief and slapped me on the back because her lipstick was smeared on my neck.” He pointed right under his jaw,
“Yeah I’m the slut and he was the stud.” I scoff,
“It’s okay baby. He probably keeled over jerking it to the image of you in that sundress when he got home that night.”
“Ew.” I cringe, “Want another babe?” I ask taking his empty beer can away.
“No, I'm good doll.”
“Hey did you hear Carol Perkins and Tommy H. are expecting?” Steve nods, sharing to Billy and I, I stiffen in Billy’s arms thankfully his too tipsy to notice.
“Yeah no shit, I never really gave a shit about them after graduation. They were the kind of people you know in school and then end it. Figures they are one of the firsts to get knocked up.” Billy continues to blabber about how he doesn’t think anyone should have kids until they’re married or at least financially stable among other things. In front of all our friends, who Buckley has told everyone closest to Billy and I.
My stomach turns as I make eye contact with Steve. Him and Billy did work things out, my friendship with Steve and Steve’s serious partnership with Billy’s closet friend Eddie made a huge difference.
“I’ll be back..” I walk down the hallway past my spare bedroom where Robin is passed out as Elle and Max read a Cosmo next to her. I go into the bathroom and sit on the toilet trying to collect myself. There’s a knock and a call of my name. “Almost done.” I call out,
“It’s just me doll, are you okay?” Billy talks quietly, I open the door and he swoops me into his arms, “What’s going on? You’ve been weird all night.”
“I’m sorry.” I mumble in his shoulder
“Don’t apologize, I know you haven’t been feeling good lately. Maybe we should make an appointment or something?”
“Yeah, I’ll do that. Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.” He kisses me once, then twice.
“Do you want kids?”
“Is that why your acting strange, because of the pressure of having babies outta high school?”
“You didn’t answer my question...” I whisper looking at the ground trying to will tears out of my eyes
“No, I don’t think I do. My Dad was a shitty father to say the least, he thought having me would save his marriage but the abuse he gave to my mom only got worse afterwards. That’s too much responsibility.” He answers so assured and honest it breaks my heart.
Maybe a dog, someday but fuck kids. We’d be great Aunt ‘n Uncle to Max’s kids and anyone else who decides to baby-make.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Why do you ask?” Billy asks nervous
“I heard about Carol at the grocery store and wasn’t sure how’d you react.”
“Oh Y/N I don’t give a crap about them. Not when I have you guys.”
“Hey, I think I’m going to say goodnight to everyone and lay down early.”
“Yeah? I can end the party if you need.”
“No, no. I can sleep through anything.”
“Okay doll, whatever you need.”
I go back out into the living room and slowly say goodnight to everyone, Steve, my best friend next to Billy, hugs me a little longer and a little tighter.
“Good night, honey. We’re here for you.”
“Yeah, always Y/N.”
“Thanks guys, love you.” I blow Eddie and Steve a kiss, Eddie dramatically falls backwards and Steve catches it to place over his heart.
Everyone else bids me goodnight as well, I run into Nancy and she’s waking a very grumpy very sleepy Robin.
“You leaving?” I ask her, Robin is practically curled around Nancy’s small frame leaning on her for support.
“Yeah Robs doesn’t feel good obviously.” Nancy shakes her head, placing a kiss on her partner's cheek.
“I’m never drinking again...” Robin groans
“Get home safe girls, call the house when you get there?” I hug both of them,
“Mike is driving us home since he’s sober, we’ll be okay.” She assures me, small towns were definitely non-conforming but we’d heard of other violence acts committed on same-sex couples in the bigger cities. No one ever deserved that.
Call me, if you need anything. We’re here for you too.” Nancy adds, saying goodbye to everyone as her, Robin and Mike leave.
I go into my bedroom and close the door, putting on my pajamas and removing my makeup. My stomach turns but I go to sleep anyway, a couple hours later I feel the bed dip and a warm arm wrap around my waist. It disappears a few hours later as Billy gets ready for work. Like always, I slowly wake up before he leaves, giving him a goodbye kiss. When he’s out the door, I race to the bathroom and puke my guts out. It’s like that enough of the morning I call out of work. Laying sadly in bed most of the day, until just before Billy gets home around 6. I wash my face and take another test, once again it’s overwhelmingly showing positive. I took this one and the other I hid in the trash last night and put them in my pocket. I conjured a plan on how to tell him, Billy Hargrove. My Billy, he comes home as I’m finishing the only dinner that sounded and smelled appetizing.
“Hey Indiana! I’m home.”
“Hi California.” I call back from the kitchen, plating the chicken and pesto for two. Well three...
How was work?” He kisses me on the cheek, smelling of coconut sunscreen and chlorine.
“It was okay, I had lots of lessons today. The boss is having me take a course on training babies how to swim. Guess it’s in high demand, and extremely important. Almost 45% if not more babies from birth to age four.” He tells me wide eyed, helping me bring the plates to the table as I grab him and beer and the ginger ale I’d been nursing for a couple of hours.
“That’s horrible.”
“Yeah but it means they’re moving me to nearly full-time since those lessons are more important than just the summer. I start working at the Hawkins Rec Center in a few weeks.” He says with a smile hidden by pesto
“Wait, you got a promotion?!”
“Yep, don’t have to go back to the shop this year. I can just teach lessons and couch at the high school.”
“Billy, that's amazing!” I reach out and take his hand,
“I can’t wait, but I’m a little nervous about teaching kiddos so young.”
“You're great with kids Billy.”
“I wasn’t-”
“You’ve changed, you and Max had a lot of unresolved issues. Things have gotten a lot better the past couple years. For christ’s sake she is here for dinner at least once a week if not more. Not even Susan can say she sees her daughter as much.”
“Thanks, how was your day?” He kisses the top of my hand all suave and romantic,
“Haven’t been feeling to good but I think I’ll get better in a couple months...”
“You go to the doctor?”
“No, I took a test yesterday and today.” I swallow the bile rising in my stomach
“If you didn’t go to the doctors-” I cut Billy off, running to the bathroom and clutching the toilet bowl. He follows, then helps by holding my hair and rubbing my back. “We should go to the ER, you didn’t even drink yesterday.”
“It’s okay-”
“No the hell it’s not Y/N! You’re throwing you guts up and you’ve-”
“Billy...” I hold out my hand for him to help me up, flushing the toilet before washing my hands. Tears fall down my cheeks,
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell...”
“It’s not that.” I strain to find the two words, hiding my face in my hands.
“What’s going on?”
“Promise we can talk about this?” I turn to him dizzy, I take his hand in mine and go to sit down on our bed.
“We can talk about anything, Y/N.” He pushes my hair out of my face. I reach into my sweatshirt pocket and turn over the pregnancy tests. Tears continue to cascade down my cheeks as Billy freezes his expression is unreadable. He swallows hard taking the tests.
“I’m pregnant.” I tell him wetly, wiping away tears so I can see him better. He stands, throwing the tests down the hall with a clatter. Hard enough I jump at the sudden action. Hands running through his hair, irritation now bursting through the seams.
“What?” He scoffs
“I’m pregnant, Billy.”
“Fuck, Y/N.” He paces the foot of the bed, working himself up “How long? How long did you keep this shit from me?”
“I-I found out last night.” I explained standing close to him.
“Yeah? Is that why you’ve been all weird and shit around me? You were hiding this?”
“Nooo, no Billy. Please.” I try and reach for him,
“Don’t ‘No, Billy’ me. Is this why you don’t want to go on birth control? Just trying to trap me?” His voice gets elevated as the questions continue, he pushes off my hand like he’s been scolded with hot water.
“No, I love you.” I cry, holding onto myself
“Do you? You know I don’t want kids, Y/N!” He gets in my face words booming through the house and my ears and I gasp. “What the fuck?” He storms out the room, hearing him knock into the table in the hall with a groan before there’s a crash and bang. I run out, he’s thrown it across the hallway creating a dent in the drywall and breaking the legs of anything that was on top flung or stepped on.
“Please don’t push me away!” I raise my voice, trying to walk over the mess in my bare feet.
“Did you even think, to consider how I felt?”
“I am trying to understand but you're yelling and throwing things around. Are you blaming me for this?”
“You’ve got some nerve, it takes two Y/N. You won’t make me do shit, now move.” I find him in the living room collecting his wallet and keys.
“Billy, please-” I beg him standing in front of the door, he moves me aside with a strong hand.
“No, I’m leaving. I can’t do this, this is the one thing.” He spits at me, fire exploding behind his eyes.
“If you leave, I’ll never forgive you!” I call to him, my voice raw and overwhelmed with emotion.
My mind begging and pleading for him to shut the door and engulf me in his arms. Tell me everything will be okay, that he loves me and we’ll get through this.
“It’s too much.” He fums, the door slams shut behind him, shaking a picture off the wall.
I hobble over to it, defeated, it’s one from the California trip. Billy had given the camera he borrowed from Jonathan to an older surfer to take a photo of us at the beach in our wetsuits. My hair is tied back, smiling at the camera with a teeth filled grin. While Billy looks at me and smiles, eyes dopey with exhaustion but something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Joy. The glass from the frame has shattered and scratched it, splitting the two of us by our hands. I hold it close as I dial the only people I can trust,
“Yello, Munsington household or Harrinuson if you like that better.” Eddie answers the phone, with his infectious bravoto.
“Hi Eds.” I sob out in relief.
“Y/N, honey. What’s-” His voice deepens immediately in concern,
“I-I told him, he left. He left me.” I weep into the receiver, trying to collect my thoughts.
“Okay, hey do me a favor unlock the door and turn on the TV? Distract yourself while Steve and I get there.” Eddie tells me calmly, ‘What’s going on?’ I hear Steve interrupts.
“Okay. I’ll try, I’m so sick Eddie.”
“Do you need to go to the hospital?” Eddie asks, ‘Is that Y/N/N?’ Steve interrogates still faint on the line.
“No, I’m just puking.”
“Is there blood or anything strange about it?”
“No...” I cry louder
“Hey-hey,” Eddie gets my attention again, “that’s good. Remember what I said, Steve and I are getting in the car right after I hang up.”
“Okay Eds.”
“We’ll be there soon, Sweet Girl.” Steve takes the phone from Eddie who barks ‘Steve where are my keys?!’
Hang tight, I’ll be right there. Everything's gonna be fine.” Steve assures both of us.
“Yeah...”
“We’re on our way.” Steve hangs up the phone, staring at his metal head boyfriend with a single shoe on untied and the other in his hands as he tears up the entire living room looking for his keys.
“Eds?” Steve stands by the landline hands on his hips.
“Hold on Steve, I gotta find my keys!” Eddie holds out his shoe pointing it at his boyfriend as he moves to the kitchen table.
“Eddie.” He scolds in a boisterous manner enough to make Eddie look at him
“What?!” Eddie yells, looking at his boyfriend to find him jiggling Eddie’s car keys in his hand,
“Get in the van-.” He motions him to the door,
“Why’d you let me tear up the apartment?”
“It was kinda funny, give me a reason to make you help me clean it when we get home.” Steve throws the keys to Eddie going to the passenger side.
“I haven’t even put my shoes on.”
“I doubt your shoes will have any impact on us kicking Billy’s ass.”
I hear a single knock at the door before a flurry of dark curls and onyx eyes enters the apartment, behind him a tanned honey colored pompadour with equally syrup eyes enters. I suck in a breath, watching them look around. Steve goes to where I’m crouched in the living room, cleaning up the glass from the picture frame. He immediately engulfs me in his arms, not saying a word as I squeeze him a little too tight.
“Hey, shhh. I’m here, Sweet Girl. I got you.” He holds me tight, his caress of my hair like an affirmation he’s molding to my skin with each rub.
“Shit Steve where is she, he tore up the hallway-” Eddie walks with untied shoes to Steve practically hoisting me in his lap as I cry, he holds one of the positive tests.
Hey, Y/N...” Eddie accidentally steps in the pile of glass swept together, he finishes the job with a broom and dustpan. My breathing steadies a bit more with them here, I’m not alone.
“I'm sorry, I don’t have anyone else to call.”
“Hey now, none of that. Don’t apologize, you’d do the same thing if Eddie knocked me up.” I chuckle at Steve pinching his bicep, feeling relieved by the minute.
“You’d make a great mom.” I breathe deep trying to make the joke back,
“So are you.” Steve kisses my temple, swaying us in the living room. His words sink deep as I hide my wet cheeks and snotty-nose into his shoulder.
“Um, I don't know if you want your pee stick but I found it in the entryway.” Eddie sits criss-crossed in front of us, setting the test down like an offering in front of me. Taking a minute to finally tie his shoes, as if he hasn't tripped a billion times since leaving the apartment.
“Gross Eddie, it’s just called a pregnancy test.” Steve chortles straightening out his leg to kick the other in the thigh.
“Ow! You’ve hurt me deeply Stevie, I twas trying to lighten the mood. Also that pasta is the freaking bomb.” He swats Steve’s foot away when he nudges him again. Noticing a change in mood again, instead of sadness it’s anger.
“It made me sick, that’s how the conversation started...” I mumble against Steve,
“Wait am I going to get sick from eating some?” Eddie asks alarmed
“No stupid she’s having morning sickness, keep up.” He squints at his boyfriend as if to say ‘read the room’.
“Are you PMS-ing babe? You’ve been awfully mean-” The metal head pouts,
“Shush this is about Y/N.” The King with no crown points his finger angry,
“No, I love it when you two bicker like you’ve been married for 50 years.”
“One day with this one is a whole year’s worth of irritation.” Steve sticks out his tongue playfully at Eddie shaking his head.
“I wonder what 5 minutes of pleasure with me is then.” Eddie blows a kiss and wiggles his eyebrows.
“Ew stop being in love in front of my unborn child.” the silence is a pregnant as you are.
“So Robin wasn’t just drunk blabbering last night?” Steve rubs his warm hand along my back,
“Nope.” I pop the ‘p’, the silence overwhelms all of us until Eddie gets uncomfortable enough to speak.
“You don’t have to right this second but, you wanna tell us what’s going on?” He fumblingly asks with a concerned smile. I relay all of what happened tonight along with a few more tidbits.
“Billy hasn’t ever explicitly told me he didn’t want kids. So I wasn't expecting him to be excited and have everything figured out but he just left me.”
“Jesus Christ, you talk to anyone else?” Eddie wipes a hand over his forehead, I shake my head. Steve has been tense since I started talking about what Billy said.
“He say where he went?” Steve asks with deathly calm, I shake my head twirling the test in my hands.
“I know where he is, and I’m gonna kill ‘im.” Eddie stands up, taking out his car keys.
“No Eddie!” I whine,
“Munson, where the hell are you going?” Steve stands beside me,
“To talk some sense into this asshole, I love you I’ll be back-” He kisses Steve before running out of the complex.
“Don’t get arrested!” Steve yells out, turning back around to me. “How about you get cleaned up? I’ll clean up out here and we can watch a movie together on the couch like old times.” He offers, holding my arms and massaging my biceps to encourage laughter.
“What about the drywall? And the kitchen-”
“Y/N/N. I’ll call Wayne in the morning, I’m sure he’s got the tools from patching up the trailer. And I’ll clean the kitchen so you don’t get sick again because of the food aversion.”
“You’re stubborn...” I pout, moving over the broken pieces of wall and furniture in the hallway.
“Nah just enough to not take shit from you and Henderson.” He laughs, picking up the trashed things in the hall as I enter the bathroom.
Turning on the shower to warm up a few seconds allows the room to fill with steam. The first thing I see in the mirror is me, hazy and weak. Too weak to handle side effects a a little blue pill, to weak to stick up for myself and yell back, too weak to fix things. The mirror fills with steam as quickly as I fill with dread. I start undressing only able to see my body from a upper preview. For weeks I thought I was bloated, stressed out from my job and not working out. The normal protective pudge of my stomach has a small softball size curve that doesn’t move like the rest of me. It’s hard to suck in, and more prominent when I full relax. I don’t feel scared for myself, but scared of what I can offer. Alone, I’m barely able to remember to drink water but always remember to do the dishes before bed to make breakfast easier to have.
Lamenting through my own thoughts, I shake them away. There’s doctors to talk about this kind of thing, that’s what they’re there for. Support groups for mothers who don’t know what to do. The kids have taught me a lot but none of them except Erica were even under ten when we’d first met. When it’s your own child, it’s a whole different ball game. There will still be a team surrounding me even as the opponents team boo’s and hollers. Now it’s a waiting game to see if my pitcher is with me.
I like to think Billy is a good man, not by any means by himself. Repaired as many relationships as he could, hate who he was before. He thinks before acting but I’d seen that look before, anger is normally a response to a much deeper and complex feeling. Fear, frustration, sadness. He’s been taught his whole life that the answer is to push those other things away, make room for hate, bigotry and self preservation. While I grew up in a different way, in a different world. Built for me to fail, built for me to resent motherhood as the only outcome for my life. The only thing a woman is good at, but doesn’t receive the credit for only the blame and the hard work it takes. To be loved by the things you can create but not the person you are. Billy is just as scared as I am, but I will not be the one to fix this. I will not be alone.
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#Billy Hargrove#billy hargrove smut#billy hargrove x reader#dad!billy x mom!reader#billy hargrove x gf!reader#stranger things#stranger things smut#Fix it fanfiction
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Sooooo close to the end now!
Chapter 42 of Don't Fall Away From Me is up on AO3!! (M)
Summary: Not all endings are happy - but we learned that a long time ago.
Art Credit: @wisesnail 🥰
Author's Note:
The majority of the chapter you are about to read was written through broken sobs in a wild frenzy at 2am at the beginning of November last year, and that was when I knew how this story was going to end. I've been working my way towards it ever since. This whole story has meant a lot to me - those of you that know me well already know that writing this fic literally saved my life, I wouldn't still be here without it - and this is the chapter I have been most excited (and anxious!) to share with you all.
I want to say an especially big thank you to everyone who has left comments and encouragement on AO3 - I can't overstate enough that you literally saved my life.
I'm not adding an excerpt for this chapter, because it needs to be read in its entirety, and is impossible to share any of it without spoilers.
This chapter means so much to me and I really, really hope you like it.
🖤🩶🤍🖤🩶🤍🖤🩶🤍🖤🩶🤍🖤🩶🤍🖤🩶🤍
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What REALLY happened at the end of MWIII
SPOILERS AHEAD! PLEASE PLEASE DNI IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS
This is based off of convos I've had with @sofasoap about what really happened at the end of the game
(The gif is us BTW)
The smack against Johnny's temple shook him quite a bit. Having a pistol go off right next to your ear isn't something very comfortable either. So while Price and Gaz disarmed the bomb, he lay on the ground his eyes unfocused and dazed.
There was blood in his eyes, streaming from the cut on his head. Headwounds always bleed a lot anyway, and his shoulder wound was only adding to the crimson on the ground.
After the bomb was taken care of and his ears had stopped ringing, he was able to hear the last bit of Price's sentence.
"-KIA."
"The fuck? I'm not dead!" He went to grab his radio but his arm burst into pain. Oh...that's right. His arm got shot. At least he would be symmetrical now. One shot from Las Almas, one shot from here. Great.
"Stay down Johnny...don't mess this up..." Simon mumbled as he patted his vest and disconnected his radio.
"Mess what up?" He started to say before Simon put a gloved hand over his mouth. Johnny rolled his eyes and decided that taking a nap would be good right about now.
"Yeah...make it believable. Ghost, put some more blood on the other side of his head.." Gaz was getting involved now, a grin on his face.
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"You can't be serious.." Johnny was sitting in medical, his arm and temple being stitched up as he pouted.
"Deathly." Price said while filling out the correct paperwork. His own death certificate.
Gaz snorted in the corner as he started filling up an urn with the ashes of some other poor soldier who didn't make it.
"Makarov thinks you're dead. That's a win for us. We get a new guy and you work in the shadows." Price looked up at Ghost who patted Johnny's un-wounded shoulder.
"Like in Las Almas." Simon said softly. Johnny was starting to understand now. The long game...that made sense.
"Alright. I get it. But the urn? Seriously Gaz?"
"Gotta make it look legit. Now...where do you want your ashes spread?" Kyle was smirking and Johnny rolled his eyes.
"I don't fuckin' know. How about the highlands? Over the ocean? Sounds kinda interesting."
Simon snorted next to him. "Basic bitch.." He grumbled while standing to grab a backpack to carry the urn in.
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There they went, the ashes floating over the ocean.
"Well...looks like I need a new callsign." Johnny said while shrugging his shoulders and putting his hands in his pockets. he smiled and nudged Simon with his elbow.
"Hey, you're not the only dead man on the team anymore! perhaps I should be Ghost now."
Simon rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Nah, needs to start with S, so we don't get you confused. How about Sprit. With that haircut of yours, you look like that fuckin' animated horse."
They all looked at Simon.
"You watch cartoons mate?" Gaz asked while raising his eyebrow.
"Sue me, the music was good." Was the sharp reply.
There was silence for a moment before Gaz spoke up again.
"When I pretend to die, I wanna be called Spectre or something. Something epic and scary. nothing like your basic ones."
"How about none of you pretend to die anymore okay? Jesus, you're all twisted." Price sighed while putting his hat back on his head.
"Oh! We need to give you a new name sir! When you inevitably need to fake your death too," Soap said while they began to walk away from the cliff.
"That's not-"
"Phantom." Simon.
"Nah, too basic. Cash Money is better. Because his name is Price." Gaz.
"Peepaw."
Everybody froze and looked at Soap.
"Peepaw?" Price repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Johnny, I'm only thirty eight."
Soap shrugged his shoulders and raised his hands in mock surrender.
"That's ancient by our standards sir. One foot in the grave already. Ghost has been planning your wake for months now and I just know your knees ache in the-"
Ghost whacked him. His own knees had started to creak and crack when he rose from bed every morning.
"Watch your fuckin' mouth Mactavish."
"Aye L.T"
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IM ON HERE TO CELEBRATE YOUR 1000 FOLLOWERS 🎉🎉🎉 WOOOOT!
Can I pretty please request Jax Teller for prompt #14!?
Thank you!!!!!
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Insomnia
Contains: Very mild angst, fluff.
1.2K words
“My eyelids are heavy, but my thoughts are heavier.” - Unknown
You couldn't begin to express how grateful the late nights were less late now that the club was out of guns and drugs. The only downside was that Jax and the rest of the Sons were now just mechanics, they had cars to fix and taxes to file, not meeting deadlines meant parts didn't get bought and paychecks weren't written.
Anxiety still lingered when Jax was away at night, a hold off from the worry that the next phone call would deliver the worst news one could get. Tonight was one of those nights, even though you knew Jax was safe, your brain wouldn't quiet.
The sound of a door opening drew you from your thoughts, "What are you still doing up? It's almost one."
You shrugged, "The usual. I can't sleep when your side of the bed is cold. Your dinner is in the microwave."
Jax gave you a soft smile, "Lucky me because I'm starving. Sit with me while I eat?"
You nodded, "That's my plan." Jax hurried to the kitchen and warmed his dinner before sitting next to you at the dining table, "Did you get all your work done?"
"You bet, and I've got the whole weekend off so we can sleep in." You could smell the faint hint of oil on his clothes.
"That's great news, you know how much I love our lazy mornings." If you were lucky, Abel would be there too, between you and Jax.
"You and me both darlin. How was work?" He must have been hungry, half the food was already gone.
"The usual." You yawned and Jax reached across the table to hold your hand, "I'm sorry, I guess I was just waiting for you to get home."
Jax shook his head, "I'm almost done here. I'll hop into the shower then I'll be all yours."
You sighed, "That sounds perfect."
"How did Abel go at daycare today?" Jax loved all the pictures Abel drew for him, his locker, his office and his workstation were full of them.
You smiled, "He had lots of fun today, they got a new water table and he went wild. I had to throw his tiny little shoes in the wash, that's how much fun he had."
Jax chuckled, "I'll pick him up on Monday, I can't have you having all the fun darlin."
"Sure, he loves it when you go and get him." You went to take Jax's empty plate from him, but he yanked it away.
"I'll do that darlin." He rushed it to the sink before drying it and putting it away. Once that was done and he had wiped over the kitchen one last time, he walked back over to you and stretched out his hand, "Shall we?"
You nodded and took his hand, "We shall."
The trip to the bedroom was quick, and then Jax was stripping off and hopping into the shower, "You wanna get ready for bed darlin?"
You sighed, "I guess I better try and keep a routine, brushing my teeth and washing my face again won't hurt."
Steam filled the room as Jax washed the day away and smirked when he caught you staring at him through the shower glass, "See something you like darlin?"
You nodded, "You know I do Teller."
The shower flicked off and he stepped out, wrapping the towel around his waist before stopping by the kiss you on the cheek on his way to the bedroom to get dressed.
With his comfortable grey sweatpants on, he headed to the bed and flicked the heated blanket on your side before fluffing your pillow and peeling back the covers, "Hop in darlin."
You took your robe off and placed it on the chair, leaving you in just one of Jax's T-Shirts and a pair of panties, then climbed into bed with a sigh, "It's so much better with you here. Maybe we should get a cat so when you're not here, I'm not alone in bed."
Jax smiled, "I like that idea, we've got the room and it will be good for Abel to have a pet."
You reached over to the bedside table and picked up the bottle of the lavender lotion but before you could do anything, Jax took it from you, "Let me?"
You nodded, "I'd like that."
He started with your arms, rubbing the smooth cream in with broad, firm strokes, "What do we need for a cat? Food, water fountains, a few litter trays and toys. Hell, with Happy's help, we can have one by Monday."
He pinched your shirt and you pulled it over your head so he could do your shoulders next, "We need a bit more time than that. The kitty should have a catio, that will keep you busy over a few weekends and once that's build and the cat can enjoy the outdoors without killing anything we can get the kitty."
The corner of Jax's mouth ticked up as he moved to your chest and a thought came over him, "We can tell Abel can't we? He'll want to help."
Your eye grew heavy as you spun and his hands moved over your back, "Sure we can tell Abel. He'll want to name the kitten and he should come when we pick. Not that it means anything, the cat will pick us."
You returned to facing him and Jax moved to your legs, rubbing the ache out of your claves, "You've already said you'll let the cat on the bed so I only have one rule, he or she has to stay away from my kutte."
You chuckled, "You and I both know that's not going to happen, cats do what cats want."
Jax sighed and placed the bottle back in its spot before picking your book up, "I guess so. How are you feeling now darlin?"
You smiled, "Great, I'm ready to call it a night." You slid all the way into bed and placed your head on the pillow, "Will you read to me, I love the sound of your voice."
Jax looked over you fondly, "Of course, darlin, that was my plan when I picked up your book." You had been reading it to him for days, a sweet tale of a little robot in search of life on Mars who made friends with an alien.
"Rusty lifted his little arm and ticked as he handed the apple slice to his friend, 'Apples are one of human's favourite fruits, you should try some.' The alien took the slice from him with a squeak and ate it in one bite, then gave another squeak of approval at the sweet taste."
You snuggled closer to Jax and he wrapped his arm around your body, "The Alien squeaked again, then waved its arms before pointing to itself and then to Rusty. The series of squeaks that followed sounded like the robot's name and then another which must have been its own."
Your eyes felt so heavy as Jax continued, "It made sense when Rusty heard it for a second time, 'Your name is Eldredth? Tell me Eldredth, have you ever had chocolate? It is the best of the human's treats."
Jax smiled as he felt your chest rise and fall softly under his arm. He put the book and laid down next to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling the blanket up to your neck, "Good night Darlin, I love you."
Fin
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All the sterek writers walking away from the Teen Wolf Movie ready to write fix it fics:
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Sterek Fanfic
Sooo I have a prompt idea and I want to know if anyone would be interested in reading it. I will give out the basic plot without revealing too much ,
Basic plot :
Stiles finds out whatever happened to Derek in the movie and is surprised by how no one seems to care about it. He makes his way back to Beacon Hills and is determined to find a way to bring Derek back.
More explained(Little spoiler)
Stiles discovers whatever happened in the aftermath of the TW movie with Derek being allegedly unalived, and finds out Eli is now alone and that no one seems to want to bring Derek back. He calls up his dad ad makes his way back to Beacon Hills determined to find a way to bring Derek back while Eli is taken care of by papa Stillinski. He and Scott have a falling out cos Scott claims it was for "The greater good" AS USUAL
lmk if you'd be interested in reading it !
#sterek#derek hale#stiles stilinski#teen wolf#eli hale#derek x stiles#stiles x derek#fix it fanfiction#fanfic#ao3 fanfic#destiel#fandom#teen wolf movie
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Invisible String
steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: steve has known you nearly all his life—you’ve been attached at the hip from day one. although falling in love may not have seemed inevitable to the two of you, it definitely was to everyone else.
prompt: can you write a request where steve and his girlfriend are childhood friends to lovers so they reminisce about what cute things the other did when they were kids that fueled their crush?
word count: 4.3k
trope: childhood friends to lovers, memories made in the rain
warnings: swearing, mentions of underage drinking, mutual pining, mild angst but mostly pure fluff, kind of a fix it fic, reader has cherry lip gloss, steve being an adorable child
a/n: @gloryofroses19 sorry this request took me so long to finish! i just moved back to college this week so i’ve been writing here and there where i can, but i hope you enjoy it! hopefully i did it justice.
[requests are open!]
It was a rainy day the first time you met Steve Harrington.
You were just eight years old, the walls of the new house towering and wallpapered, unfamiliar and daunting. Your family had moved to Hawkins a couple short months ago, and you hadn’t been too happy about it. Leaving all your friends behind had been hard, and with school out for a couple more months, you were feeling more than a little lonely.
A summer rainstorm had picked up this particular afternoon, drops drumming rhythmically as you gazed out the window at the rows and rows of carefully manicured lawns and white picket fences. It was shaping up to be another perfectly boring day.
That is, until you saw him.
You squinted out of the window, breath fogging up the glass as you peered out into the street. You almost couldn’t believe what you were seeing. There in the downpour was a pair of blue overalls, yellow rain boots, and a head of the messiest hair you’d ever seen.
A… boy?
To this day, you still don’t know what possessed you to fling open your front door, leaning over the safety of your porch railing to gawk at him.
“Hey! What are you doing out in the rain?!”
“Finding worms!” The boy looked up at you with a triumphant gap-toothed grin, something pink and wriggling in his fist. “You should try it, s’a lot of fun!”
“Aren’t you cold?!”
“No!” He sounded indignant, like your question was the least likely outcome to ever exist. “I’ve never seen you before! What’s your name?!”
You shouted your name across the lawn, and suddenly the gap-toothed smile was back. “That’s a pretty name! Do you wanna come out and play with me?!”
“But you haven’t told me your name!”
“It’s Steve! Steve Harrington!”
“Well I think you’re an idiot, Steve Harrington!” Maybe it wasn’t very nice, but you couldn’t fathom why he’d want to be soaked to the bone, out in the rain by himself.
He didn’t seem to take it to heart. “Don’t knock it til you try it! Pleeeease?“
“Why should I?”
“Because… because if you don’t, you’re a prissy little princess!”
You opened your mouth in shock, too indignant to speak for a moment. “I am not!”
“Then why don’t you prove it, Princess?”
The taunt was there, but you could tell the name wasn’t meant to be mean-spirited. You sigh, take a deep breath, half-punctuated by a nervous laugh. “Okay, okay, fine! Here goes.”
Holding your breath, you step off the safety of the front porch, instantly feeling your clothes get drenched.
You found you didn’t care, at least not really.
It’s incredibly vivid, the way you remember playing outside with Steve for hours that day—jumping in puddles, chasing after frogs, getting muddier than either of your mothers would approve of—long after the afternoon thunderstorm had ceased to a harmless evening drizzle. The sunset had broken through the clouds as you chased each other around his dewy yard, painting a rainbow across the once-gloomy sky.
After a long while, you both sat on Steve’s porch, giggling and out of breath. You remember being so excited to learn you would both be in Mrs. Thompson’s class at Hawkins Elementary. You remember the way his eyes shone as you swapped stories, dreams, and favorite slushy flavors (“Nuh-uh, blue raspberry is way better!”)
Most of all, though, you remember his blue overalls, his yellow rain boots, and his slightly cheeky gap-toothed smile as he asked, “So… still think I’m an idiot, Princess?”
You let out a very undignified snort, elbowing him good-naturedly in the side. “Just a little bit, Harrington. Our parents might actually kill us, but… I had a lot of fun.”
Somehow, his smile got even wider. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too.”
At that moment, Steve’s mother swung the screen door open, lips pursed, arms crossed, the perfect picture of displeasure at the sight of how messy you both were. “Steven Harrington. Get inside. Now.”
Steve looked like he wanted to protest, but thought better of it, instead offering you the tiniest smile. “I’ll call you tomorrow?”
You knew this meant he’d probably be grounded. You mirrored his apologetic expression, stepping forward for a quick hug. “Okay. G’night, Stevie.”
It might have been the light. It might have been the embarrassment from his mother’s sudden reprimanding. It could have been a lot of things, but for a moment as you pulled back, you could have sworn you saw him blush.
“G’night, Princess,” you heard him mumble, and with that you were left alone on the front porch.
You had made a friend. Warmth bloomed quietly in your chest as your mother ushered you hurriedly inside, scolding you with a voice laced with exasperation and concern. Maybe Steve had been right, though. Despite how soaked you were, you didn’t feel cold at all.
Of course, you’d both developed nasty colds the next day. Even that didn’t stop him from wanting to talk to you as promised—your mother overheard you giggling into the receiver for most of the day, listening as he complained and cracked jokes through sniffles and sneezes.
After all this time, you still gave him crap for making you go out in the rain with him, even though he insists he “didn’t make you do anything”.
Looking back at it, though, you wouldn’t change a thing.
Steve’s favorite memory of you was a bit different.
It was May, and he’d just turned sixteen. You were getting ready to go to Tammy Thompson’s birthday party. He was up in your room with you, like most evenings, blasting Blondie’s newest hit from your record player.
It was your way of rebelling against your mother, Steve noticed, who had very loudly told you there were to be no shut doors in her house when a boy was over. You had just rolled your eyes at her. “It’s just Steve, mom!”
Over the past several years, Steve had become a part of your family. He knew your mom adored him. It was evident in the way she spoke with him, invited him over for dinner or gave him soft, lingering hugs she knew he needed.
But it was May, he’d just turned sixteen, and she knew better than anyone that you’d both grown up since your first meeting.
Steve, in particular, had shot up like a weed, his arms and shoulders filling out ever so slightly. His voice dropped a good octave or so, and you still managed to give him plenty of shit whenever it squeaked or cracked. Gone were his days of missing baby teeth and wild, messy hair (and he made sure you were the only one who knew about the magic behind Farrah Fawcett spray).
And you—well, you’d become something else. Steve couldn’t remember when exactly you’d gotten so—
“How do I look?”
He turned toward the sound of your voice, about to tease you about taking so long, but whatever he had been about to say died in his throat.
—beautiful.
The dress you were wearing brought out your eyes and emphasized the curve of your waist. The sleeves were ever so slightly puffy, and as he took in the swoop of your hair and the gentle curl of your eyelashes, he found himself at an utter loss for words.
“Hello? Earth to Steve?” You waved your hand in front of his face. “Ugh, is there something in my teeth? Does the dress look that bad? I knew this wasn’t a good color on me—”
“Hey, that’s not it at all,” Steve cut in, trying not to appear as flustered as he felt. “Quit putting words in my mouth, dummy. You look… like a princess, Princess.”
“You could have just lead with that, idiot,” you mumbled, but you were smiling, the gloss on your lips catching Steve’s attention. He found himself wondering what it would be like to—
No. No no no. You were his childhood best friend, for Christ’s sake, and friends didn’t imagine what other friends’ lipgloss might taste like.
“Can’t let your head inflate too much,” he teased. “You might get a boyfriend and forget I exist.”
“Oh, please,” you scoffed, spritzing on perfume, “even if that did happen, you can’t hog all my attention, Harrington.”
I wish I could.
“Are you ready to go yet? I swear, girls take five million years to get ready—”
“Shut it or I’ll tell everyone at the party your hair secrets.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Oh, I would.” You grab his hand to help him up. “Let’s go!”
…
You'd only shown up half an hour ago, and Steve could tell you already hated this party.
To be fair, as parties went, he wasn’t having the best time either.
Everyone was clustered in Tammy’s dark basement, a flask of something was being passed around, and to top it all off, every girl in the immediate vicinity had their eyes on him. Whispers and giggles were traded behind carefully manicured hands, and Steve couldn’t help but smile as he observed a hint of a scowl come over your face.
Unfortunately, things took a turn for the worse when Tammy decided on a game. “Let’s play spin the bottle!”
Steve would find out later that both of you wanted to go home right then and there. Stomach in knots as he shot a glance at you, he cautiously went to sit by your side.
Tammy grabbed his arm. “Stevie! You have to go sit with the boys, silly. You gotta give some of the other girls a chance, you know,” she simpered, batting her eyelashes.
Steve had never had a particular problem with Tammy Thompson, but right now she was working his last nerve. He settled for shooting her a tight-lipped smile and pulling his arm from her grasp. “Yep, got it. Thanks.”
The moment her back was turned he met your eyes, making an exaggerated gagging motion. His stomach twisted further as you erupted in silent laughter. Fuck, it was unfair how pretty you were.
Two circles were slowly formed, and the game commenced.
Years later, Steve still remembered how wildly his heart was thumping in his chest. You periodically exchanged glances with him, but as he surveyed the group of girls, he found his eyes returning to you again and again.
The empty coke bottle Tammy had chosen suddenly spun to a stop—pointed at him. He looked at you, wider-eyed than a deer caught in the headlights. He felt his hands began to sweat, and he had to wipe them against his jeans. The girls’ side was suddenly a wild flutter of activity.
Yep, he was definitely fucked.
Tammy reached out and spun the bottle again, time seeming to slow as he saw your eyes dart from the bottle to him. He had no idea what you were thinking. For the first time he wondered how he could kiss a girl that wasn’t—
“Oh, shit! It’s King Steve and the princess!”
—You.
The room erupted into chaos, and for a moment Steve just sat there dumbly. For what seemed like the first time in his life, he couldn’t read your expression as the other partygoers circled around you, cheering you on.
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
He watched as you hesitantly scooted in his direction, forcing yourself to look up at him.
“We don’t have to do this,” he blurted out before he could stop himself. “Say the word and we can go back to your house instead. Or literally anywhere else.”
Why, then, did something in him hope you wouldn’t listen?
He was surprised to look in your eyes and find a light, a spark that burned so brightly they practically glowed in the dark. “I…” you hesitated for a second, biting your lip in a way that made Steve want to come even closer.
Turns out, he didn’t have to.
After a second or two more, you took his face in your hands, closing the gap and urgently pressing your lips to his.
Steve practically melted into a puddle, and it was all he could do to keep himself upright. Obviously, he wasn’t completely inexperienced when it came to kissing—after all, he’d told you about the few awkward fumblings under the bleachers or in the school locker rooms—but he was absolutely sure that he’d never felt anything like this.
Your lips were soft, warm against his, and—cherries. He didn't have to wonder about that anymore. Your lipgloss tasted of cherries. He could smell the perfume you’d put on earlier, and something sweet, something entirely unique to you. Something about this—kissing you—felt so natural, so right to him, like he should have been all this time.
He was left in a daze as you pulled back, but his reverie was short-lived as he watched you turn and push past the other partygoers, running out of the basement.
“Princess—wait!”
He was up on his feet in an instant, taking off after you. He was up the stairs out onto the porch in a matter of seconds, Tammy’s screen door slamming shut behind him.
…
At some point during the party, the heavens had opened up above Hawkins. The torrential downpour was at once mesmerizing and terrifying, water running in rivulets down the street. Steve figured you couldn’t have gone far in a party dress while soaked to the bone.
Turns out, after eight years he knew you pretty well.
He found you in the treehouse you’d built in your backyard together one summer, all scattered nails, wooden planks, and blue raspberry slushies. You were both getting a bit too tall for it now, but it still held his weight as he climbed up.
The first thing he caught sight of was your dress, absolutely drenched. Your hair was wet and tangled, and you were curled up in a ball, face hidden, shoulders shaking. Steve couldn’t tell if you were shivering or crying, but either way the sight of this side of you was a painful squeeze to his heart. “Hey… you okay? You ran off there pretty suddenly—”
“Go away, Steve,” you’d managed to hiccup. You’d definitely been crying, then. Steve resisted the urge to reach out for you, instead settling for a position on your other side, knees bunched up in a way that normally would have looked hilarious.
“I’m not going anywhere. Tell me what’s wrong.”
You’d dared to tilt your head up enough to meet his eyes. “What’s wrong is I ruined everything, Steve. You’re supposed to be my best friend, and I kissed you. You probably hate me, and you never want to speak to me again and—”
“Hey, hey. None of that,” Steve murmured, reaching out to wipe your cheek despite himself. “You didn’t ruin anything. I’m still your best friend, and it’s going to take a hell of a lot more than a kiss to get rid of me. Pinky promises to be friends forever are binding contracts, I’ll have you know,” he added, relief washing over him as the smallest twitch of a smile appeared at your lips.
“You could never do anything to make me hate you. I mean—I know you better than anyone. I’ll never forget that day you came out on the front porch and yelled at me for being an idiot. That was all you had to do for me to know I needed you in my life. I knew I’d end up caring about you more than anyone or anything. And I still do now.”
He’d swallowed carefully, raking a hand through his damp hair. “And hey, if it helps… you never have to kiss me again. Since, you know, apparently it sucked so bad that you decided to run away.”
“Hey, shut up. You weren’t bad,” you’d chuckled, elbowing him gently, but your worryingly dull eyes had grown a little brighter. There’s my girl, Steve couldn’t help but think.
“That was sort of the problem, actually," you continued, thinking out loud. "I kind of got lost in the moment, but I snapped out of it and freaked out because I remembered it was you I was kissing and I just... didn’t wanna fuck things up, because you mean a lot to me. You were the first person who ever made me feel like I belonged in Hawkins, and I don’t think I could stand it if I lost you over something as stupid as spin the bottle.”
You glanced away from Steve, looking like you were building up the courage to say something more. “And, for what it’s worth, I… enjoyed kissing you. A lot.”
It was all Steve could do to look at you, hope and disbelief clashing in his mind. “You… you did?”
“Yeah.”
You smiled, a real smile this time, and Steve thought it might have been the most radiant thing he’d ever seen. “And I think I want to do it again.”
That was all Steve needed to hear before he closed the space between you once more, his lips soft and gentle on yours but always, always wanting. He kissed you like he’d never get to kiss you again, like he was starving for you, burning your taste, your touch into his memory. His hands came to rest behind your back as the rain fell harder outside, but at this moment he knew nothing but bliss, your treehouse a quiet sanctuary from the storm.
It was with reluctance that you finally came up for air, foreheads touching and giddy smiles on both of your faces.
"If I'd known that this was how your first high school party was gonna go, I would have dragged you to one a lot sooner," Steve remarked, and your beautiful, slightly wild laugh was music to his ears.
"I'd've let you drag me to one sooner, I think. So..." you trailed off, looking a little embarrassed. "What does this... mean?"
"What does—oh. Oh." He hadn't really thought about that yet. He was on the threshold of something with you, he realized, something new and exciting and utterly terrifying. But for you, he would take any risk.
"I'd love for us to be more than friends. Obviously, I'll still be your friend, but..." he took your hand in his, impossibly warm despite the chill from outside. "The thing is, I like this. I like you. Just promise me we'll still be friends no matter what happens."
"I promise." There was no hesitation from you now. "No matter what happens, I'm not going anywhere. Not now, not ever. To be honest, this kind of scares the shit outta me, but... I'd love for us to give this a shot."
Steve felt as if his heart might burst, and he pulled you close to his chest, planting a gentle kiss on your head. "As long as it's with you, there's nothing I'd want more, Princess."
Despite the warmth emanating from him, he still felt it when you shivered against him. "Except getting you somewhere warm. C'mon, let's get inside before you freeze to death."
You merely chuckled, rolling your eyes at him. "M'not cold, Stevie. But fine, if you insist." He regretted saying anything when you pushed yourself up off of him, but he knew it was probably for the best.
"Well, I can't exactly risk my new girlfriend getting hypothermia on me," he quipped, heading down the ladder and extending a hand up to help you.
"I didn't realize my new boyfriend was such a mom," you teased as you took his hand, but despite everything feeling somewhat normal again, Steve's face flushed at that word. Boyfriend. He was going to have to get used to that.
"Yeah, yeah, that's Mama Steve to you. If we go inside now, I'll let you pick the movie tonight."
"Deal."
Steve's arm was slung over your shoulder as you headed into the comforting warmth of the house, the rain finally subsiding to a soft mist.
As many wonderful memories as you and Steve have made together since then, this one might be your new favorite.
It’s a warm, cloudy June night. Hopper and Joyce finally decided on a small backyard wedding a few months ago, and it’s a much-needed celebration after everything your little town of Hawkins has been through.
As you gaze at the colorful string lights lining the party, watching Hopper twirl a laughing Joyce during their first dance, you can’t help but think about how lucky you are. Vecna was finally dead. Eddie’s name, after a lot of convincing, had finally been cleared, thanks to Hopper being reinstated as chief of police. Max, although she wasn’t able to be here, had finally woken up a few days ago and was recovering in the hospital.
It’s an utter miracle you all survived, after the sheer number of near-death experiences you'd had over the last few years. At this point, you’d bandaged Steve’s wounds more times than you could count. But you're so, so grateful everyone you love is alive and well.
You know Steve’s still healing from the bat attack in the upside down, but tonight he’s practically shining in a groomsmen’s tux, hair coiffed to perfection in usual Steve fashion.
For formality’s sake, you’re on the bridal party’s side with the other bridesmaids until the first dance is over, but somehow your boyfriend senses your staring and grins, shooting you a wink that’s borderline indecent.
You have to stifle a giggle when you notice Dustin elbow him in the side and mouth “gross”, although there’s no real venom behind it. You know how much the kids look up to both of you.
There’s a smattering of cheers and applause as the first dance concludes and Hopper spontaneously dips Joyce for a kiss. You make sure to give Eleven a little side hug when she wrinkles her nose at the sight. “Don’t worry, kid. You’ll get used to it.”
“It feels like revenge for me and Mike,” she grumbles, but you know she’s just as happy to see her two adoptive parents together as the rest of you are.
Eventually, more people start to trickle onto the green to dance, and Eleven squeezes your hand before running off to dance with Mike, who looks a little disgruntled to be pulled out of his conversation with Will.
You slowly saunter over to Steve, a little smile on your face. “Hey there, handsome. Want to dance with me?”
You always relish in the way Steve blushes at your compliments. “You’re killing me over here. Who said you could get all dolled up and flirt with me? You look so damn good; I might have a heart attack before I can get you on the floor.”
“I said I could, babe,” you chuckle, rolling your eyes. “Such a dramatic. Now, are you coming or are you just gonna stand there and gawk at me?”
He laughs, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “Of course, pretty girl. I’d love to dance with you.”
You make sure to stick your tongue out at Lucas and Dustin over Steve’s shoulder, the former miming kissing the air and the latter making an unflattering gagging noise.
Steve leads you out into the grass with the other dancers, one hand in yours and the other on your waist, gently swaying to the beat. It’s a slow song, tranquil and romantic, and you can’t help but think there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.
“Whatcha thinking about, Princess?” Steve whispers in your ear.
“Just… how happy I am that I’m here. That I've got the kids, and Robin, and Eddie, and Nancy, and you. I kind of owe all of that to you,” you murmur back. Maybe it’s a bit schmaltzy, a bit hopeless romantic of you, but with Steve it’s all too easy to be that way, even after nearly four years together.
“What do you mean? You're the one who barged into my life if I remember correctly, little miss I-think-you’re-an-idiot-Steve-Harrington.”
“That’s a mouthful,” you giggle, “and still true, by the way. But you’re my idiot.”
Steve’s trying to find a clever retort when thunder rolls across the sky, impossibly loud and far too close. That’s all the warning the wedding party gets before the clouds open up, first a shower, then a drizzle.
Everyone else scrambles for cover, hiding under the white tents that have been hastily set up, or making a beeline for the Byers-Hopper house.
You and Steve, however, stand there incredulously, his perfect hair and suit now soaked. Your dress and shoes aren’t faring much better, and you know if you stay out here, you’ll be ankle-deep in mud.
All that it takes is for the two of you to make eye contact before you’re both laughing hysterically, clutching each other for support so you don’t slip and fall in the wet grass. You’re sure that, to the rest of the wedding party, you must look insane right now, but you don’t think you could care any less.
“Always the rain,” Steve gasps, out of breath, grinning so much it looks like his cheeks must hurt. “Always the goddamn rain.”
“I don’t know about you, but right now I’ve got some serious deja vu,” you agree, your arms around his neck as you catch your breath. “So... should we cut to the chase this time? Any more pressing secrets that need to come out?”
Steve's mind immediately jumps to the dresser in his room, in which there is currently a small black box—the perfect size and place for a ring. “Can I tell you later? I promise it’s just one more secret.”
“Aw, you’re no fun,” you groan, but you press a kiss to his lips anyway because there’s something about him in the rain that’s just so goddamn pretty. “Tell me tomorrow?”
“We’ll see,” Steve chuckles, hands on your waist as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “For now… keep dancing with me?”
“You’re lucky I love you,” you reply as he spins you around, your soaked skirt flinging droplets in all directions. “I wouldn’t come out in the rain for anyone else.”
“I know.” Steve brings you back towards him and dips you, and for the millionth time you thank your lucky stars you found your best friend and your soulmate in one person. “There’s no one else I’d rather coerce out into the rain with me.”
“Just say it back, dingus.”
“I love you too.”
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I HAVE A FIC IDEA vol#7
Tony is alive in this fic, just like in the actual canon.
When Peter first came to Strange, the spell worked nearly perfectly. Could've been something as simple as "hold up but what about x? They can't forget that I'm Spider-Man!" "Ok. We exclude X then. Anyone else? Just hurry, please" or "We can not make any more exceptions, Peter."
Peter makes an unimaginably rushed list consisting of May, Ned and MJ. Tony does not make it onto the list somehow. Maybe he is still in a coma, and Peter, not talking to him for about a year at this point, simply doesn't have enough time to think to add him to the list. Maybe he doesn't know Tony is alive. Maybe, when he wanted to, Strange refused, to stop himself from messing up the spell. Whatever floats your boat, man.
So, when Tony does contact Peter, he assumes, that he has two mentees. Peter, and Spiderman. (He would know if they were the same person, right?).
Chaos ensues.
#Peter when Tony cares equally about him the same way that he cares about his alter-ego; :0#no way#for example#i could see Tony trying to set Peter and Spidey on a date. He has no idea Peter dates MJ after all.#“wdym they are the same person. One is a nerd and the other is a superhero”#iron dad#peter parker#spider son#irondad and spiderson#spider man#fanfic idea#fanfic ideas#fix it fanfiction#no way home
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Meet Me On the Other Side
PART ONE: THE PLAN
gif credit to @ joseph-quinns
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Word Count: 4.9K
Summary: The Hawkins crew only has eight people in their three-tier plan to take down Vecna. Eddie makes a Hail Mary of a phone call to even the odds.
Warnings: SPOILERS AHEAD, VOL2 FIX-IT, Language, Angst (with a Happy Ending), Unresolved Tension, Yearning, Peril, Violence, The Upside Down, Desperate-To-Kiss!Eddie, we’re writing this entire storyline baybee let’s go
A/N: Are you hurting just as much as I am after Vol2? Cool, well that didn’t happen. This is the new canon. Within the ‘Freak & Valedictorian’ series. Separate Ways (Remix) intensifies.
PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE
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“Eddie?” Click.
And just like that, Eddie Munson is gone.
(You refuse to let that be the final say in this conversation.)
Leaving behind your homework and study for a pair of keys and sneakers, you burst from your dorm room and run down the hallway to the stairs, to the student parking lot, and beeline to your car.
Hawkins is a two hour drive.
If you double the speed limit down the interstate highway, then you can make it in half the time.
MEET ME ON THE OTHER SIDE
PART ONE: THE PLAN
“There’s only eight of us here.”
Robin paces back and forth in the small living room of Max Mayfield's trailer. Wildly her hands gesture at the surrounding bodies of kids, teenagers, and young adults offering to do the impossible.
From the doomed silence that follows her observation, the tension is palpable.
Eddie rolls a metal skull ring aimlessly around his index finger, deep in thought. Not about Vecna. Fuck Vecna. Fuck everything he’s done to this town, to Chrissy, to Fred, to Max.
Lastly, fuck everything he's done to him. How much his uncle’s life has been flipped upside-down on the account that Hawkins thinks he’s a satanic murderer. How much he’s slandered Chrissy’s reputation just because she died in his house.
He shouldn’t be thinking about the impulse of calling anyone, much less you.
You don’t deserve to get caught up in his tornado of bullshit, not when you’re busy with your own life two hours away. Thriving in a state college, enjoying friends, being seen. He promised those first few trips at the beginning of your freshman year, happy to still be a part of your life even when it feels hopeless.
The Freak doesn't win the Valedictorian in the end, not in a world where he's repeating his senior year for the third time in a row and — oh right, potential murder charges loom in the horizon.
(Yet two hours in that damn caravan were next to nothing when he saw you beaming from the other end of the parking lot like he held the fucking sun, ready to run.)
He wishes he could run right now.
Run north and never look back, leaving this insanity behind with the town that hates him — except he knows he can’t.
Chrissy Cunningham believed she could trust him. That he was safe, somehow, in this grand scheme of satanic panic.
She believed.
If he’s running anywhere, then it’s to the phone so he can say his proper goodbyes in case all of this goes south — he’s not naive enough to think it won’t.
“I gotta take a piss,” he mumbles out of left field, standing from the sunken middle cushion of the couch. Steve gives him a look — god, can Harrington stop figuring people out before they say anything? — while Dustin shifts from his space on the wall.
All scared.
Everyone’s so fucking scared and Eddie Munson hates that he thinks he’s the most petrified out of them all.
“Right now?” Erica snaps, crossing her arms over her chest.
“What, a man can’t piss in this dire time of need?” Eddie replies with a flippant tone, forced but manageable. Erica rolls her eyes, waving him off.
Access granted from Lady Applejack herself.
Hastily he moves into the hallway, waiting a minute while the team curls closer to the coffee table in the middle of the room with the map of Hawkins in question. Another beat passes.
Instead of touching the bathroom door, his hand grabs the beige wall phone before furiously typing the number he knows by memory.
First ring. Silence.
Second ring. Silence.
Third ri—
The other side picks up.
He drops the unruly curls of his crown against the plywood wall. “Oh, thank fuck.”
“Eddie?”
He clutches both hands against the phone, angling himself away from the company in the living room to focus solely on the way you say his voice.
Melodic, like a hazy, eye-of-the-storm dream in-between a slew of nightmares.
“Hey, yeah, it’s me,” he responds as his eyes flutter closed. “Hey. Holy fuck, I missed your voice.”
“You sound strange,” you murmur on the other end, and he swallows thickly. “Is everything okay?”
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
You remember how terrified he sounded on the phone.
“Things got really fucked up here,” he croaks on the other line, causing you to leap out of your dorm bed with the phone line following.
“How fucked up, Ed?” you ask with a purposeful yank on the mustard-colored jacket hanging up on your wall.
“I don’t even know how to explain it to you without sounding like I’m losing my mind.”
“Try me,” you challenge.
He sighs on the other end, shifting the phone. “Has it been on the news?”
“Has what been on the news?”
“The whole… fuck, the whole Satanic cult shit with Hellfire?”
You pause, standing still in an empty room. “Hellfire? Something happened with Hellfire Club?”
“Chrissy Cunningham’s dead, kiddo,” Eddie supplies. His vocals strain against the syllables of her last name. “I saw it happen, but it wasn’t me. I swear, it wasn’t — Nancy Wheeler saw Fred Benson die, too, and things keeps happening—”
“Hold on.” Your stomach bottoms out as you interrupt in a cautious, small blurt. “You saw it happen?”
Eddie sighs, distorting the other end of the phone line. “I don't really have much time to explain, but yeah. I saw it happen. Something took her, alright? Something demonic, a Vecna’s curse-type shit, and I needed to call you because we’re going after it. I know this sounds insane, because I didn’t want to believe it, but when you’re kinda wanted for murder you don’t really have a choice—”
“You said ‘we’,” you interrupt again, swallowing the lump in your throat. “When you say ‘we’, do you mean the Hellfire Club is—”
“No. Fuck, I mean, kind of? Henderson and Sinclair and his sister are in the living room. And — get this, you’ll have a laugh — your old pal Steve Harrington’s sitting pretty on the couch.“
“Steve?”
Someone you once trusted. Someone you knew, before you high-tailed it out of town for school. From what you remember, he stayed behind to work the local stores after graduation. Not many people ever leave.
(Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson being friendly was never on your Hawkins Bingo card.)
“Yeah. For all the shit I used to give ‘em, he’s one tough son of a bitch. But listen, I gotta go. I just…” Eddie draws in a slow inhale from his nose, exhaling through his mouth. “...I needed to hear your voice again just in case this goes south. Sucks I can’t see you, but this is better than nothing. Thanks for indulging me.”
“Eddie?”
Click.
And just like that, Eddie Munson is gone.
(You refuse to let that be the final say in this conversation.)
Leaving behind your homework and study for a pair of keys and sneakers, you burst from your dorm room and run down the hallway to the stairs, to the student parking lot, and beeline to your car.
Hawkins is a two hour drive.
If you double the speed limit down the interstate highway, then you can make it in half the time.
Nerve endings set ablaze as your mind repeats the bizarre phone conversation like a broken record — demonic happenings killing students, Hellfire Club framed, seeing someone die in a gruesome fashion — but nothing adds up. How the hell did Steve Harrington get involved in all of this? Was Nancy Wheeler a part of the plan, too? Was this a bad trip with Gareth, or was seriously something wrong back home?
Nearly cutting off half a dozen cars to get to the Hawkins exit, it takes flooring two red lights to get to the trailer park where Eddie Munson and his uncle live.
You immediately notice two familiar cars: Steve’s, just on the roadway leading to the park, and Nancy’s, right outside of Max Mayfield's trailer.
The sound of a car screeching to a halt in the grass causes the front door to fly wide open, where two kids peer out with wide eyes.
You vaguely know of Dustin Henderson and Lucas Sinclair from how eager Eddie is to talk about his new Hellfire recruits. The descriptions match, with Lucas’ wide-eye stare and Dustin’s growing, excited smile.
“Eddie!” he screams, stomping his foot several times into the floor. "You gotta get out here, dude!"
The outburst summons several more faces in various states of confusion and height: Max Mayfield, the step-sister of the late Billy Hargrove, shoves Dustin out of the way to get a peek. Robin Buckley, Steve’s Scoops Ahoy co-worker, is the next to stand a foot above the rest.
Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington follow suit, both littered with dirt and blood and equally surprised expressions.
You slam the car door shut, exiting the driver’s side door to stare back without any real explanation in mind.
The last to arrive is Eddie, who comically pushes Steve by the shoulder in order to stand on his landing in perfect view of the newcomer in question. Eddie looks like he’s been through hell and back: his Hellfire Club staple raglan shirt is dirtied, hair matted, with dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in weeks.
Until he sees you, really sees you, and a lifetime of sorrow is lifted from his expression.
He bolts.
Skipping all three stairs to the dirt, he falters in landing but propels straight forward like a linebacker towards you. You take two steps to meet him, but Eddie Munson scoops you high into his arms in a twirl, holding you like he’s afraid you'll disappear like a ghost.
“Holy shit,” he murmurs into your shoulder, his palm cradling the back of your head. “Holy shit, holy shit, please tell me you didn’t—”
“Drive?” you ask breathlessly. “Two hours to get here? More like one. I may be wanted for speeding in two states.”
“Are you insane?” he replies, voice cracking. He sets you down to give you a once-over of disbelief. You hold his face palms on either side to steady the manic shock. “You’re not supposed to be here. It isn’t safe here.”
“You said you were in trouble.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t mean you end up in trouble right along with me.”
You shake your head, leaning your cheek into his palm as he moves to cradle your face close. Forehead to forehead, it feels like it’s the first time he’s taken a breath, a real breath, in maybe days. It’s scary to think so much has happened in your absence.
“You made me an honorary Hellfire Club member, remember?” you remind under your breath, a murmur, to keep it between the two of you. “You don’t get to do whatever this is alone.”
“You have no clue what you’re signing up for,” he warns, closing his eyes at the scent of your perfume. “Please, go home.”
“Munson!”
The sound of Steve Harrington’s voice carries as he drops down the front stairs of the trailer, walking barefoot and worse for wear in the grass. Around his middle is makeshift dressing, broad chest shirtless and speckled with hair.
He’s wearing Eddie’s Dio denim vest.
(What the hell happened to all of them?)
“I’m going to ignore whatever it is I just witnessed, alright, and say we should get inside.” Steve’s hair flops as he regards you with a smile, small and warm. “Hey. Long time no see.”
“Right back at you,” you reply breathlessly. “You look like shit.”
“Feel like shit,” he quips in return. “But, hey, I never made shit look so good.”
You laugh with your own tiny smile. “Glad you’re still the same Steve.”
Eddie finally lets go, gesturing to your car. “Harrington, tell her she shouldn’t be here. Maybe she’ll listen to you.”
Steve makes a face, lips pulling downwards. “Nah, I don’t think she’s ever listened to me, man. Not in school, not in life, not ever.”
“And we need the numbers!”
Robin shuffles out of the trailer, her gangly limbs waving a quick hello. Her vocal fry returns as she sheepishly motions to you.
“I mean, we… are one person down on Dustin and Eddie’s distraction team. Nine people, instead of eight. Three teams of three. It works.”
“Robin’s right,” Nancy confirms with her own subdued, honey-lemon tone. Her arms are crossed over her chest, shirt mangled and torn and matching the fabric around Steve’s torso. Nancy holds up a hand with a mouthed ‘hello’ to you. You mirror the softness of the greeting.
“Okay, but what about Eddie?” Eddie says, rubbing the bangs on his forehead. “Does Eddie get a say about how batshit it would be to bring anyone else into this insane asylum mission?”
“Three is better than two,” Nancy apologetically disagrees. “We don’t have El, we’re running low on time, and she’s willing to at least hear us out.”
You nod once, leaving Eddie’s side to decidedly make your way to the trailer despite the sounds of protests he makes by your car.
“Just fill me in on what’s happening,” you tell them. “I’ll see what I can do.”
The group of seven remaining at the door all turn inward, leaving an air of uncertainty with them.
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Vecna’s curse. Clock chimes and nightmares. Demogorgons. Demobats.
The Upside Down.
End of the world type of shit, according to Max. She wasn’t kidding.
You sit between Erica and Lucas as the adults of the group explain the last few years of what Hawkins has had to offer: how the disappearances of several students of the years, and the death of Billy Hargrove, weren’t mere accidents.
Everything was connected.
Everything in this town, this never-ending Hawkins curse, finally began making sense.
To your right, Eddie stands in the corner of the Mayfield living room. He’s white as a sheet and grief stricken when Nancy reaches the part where he comes in: how Chrissy Cunningham died on his very ceiling with her limbs mangled and eyeballs carved from their sockets. How the town blamed Eddie and went on a town-wide manhunt in Chrissy’s name against him.
How he hid in a boat house without a means of escape.
Now it makes sense why you hadn’t heard from him in days.
You finally speak up once the room simmers to silence, the tale coming to a close. “So you… managed to get into the Upside Down and get back to Hawkins?”
“Yes,” Nancy responds. “That’s… where we are in the plan right now. The only way this ends is if we go back in and kill him.”
“You mean Vecna?”
“Yeah,” Steve answers for Nancy, running a hand through his floppy hair. “Kind of our only option at this point so we can make sure Max doesn’t… y’know. Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” the redhead pipes up from the corner, fiddling with her cassette player at her hip. “He means so I don’t become his fourth victim. Everything’s happening in fours, so… makes sense that I’m still marked.“
“But we’re going to figure out how to kill him,” Lucas reassures with soft sincerity.
Steve pushes his index finger into the map where the red ‘X’ covers a drawing of a house. “Nancy, Robin, and I will be going to the house to kill Vecna. Erica and Lucas will stay with Max to ensure the bait plan stays that way.”
He blinks up at you, chewing the inside of his cheek with contemplation.
“Dustin and Eddie are a distraction in the Upside Down.”
“Which is why she’d be safer with one of you,” Eddie finally pipes up as he chews on his ring fingernail, staring intently at the map from a distance.
“I know I’m taking a crash course in Hawkins 101, here,” you start, rubbing your palms gently against the thighs of your denim jeans, “but I feel better if I went with you and Dustin, Ed.”
“And we have extra weapons!” Robin pipes up with forced excitement. “Well — we will have extra. See? Extra hands all around, it’s a great thing.”
“It’s not.” Morose, Eddie shakes his head.
You watch him for a minute, assessing and reassessing the news, before glancing back at Steve.
“Will… fighting this thing clear Eddie’s name?”
“Maybe?” Steve replies honestly. “That’s the goal. Kill Vecna, set things right. It’ll be… it’ll be a tough sell, but we have to try. Only other option is to let Hawkins cave in on itself.”
Max shifts awkwardly against the wall, fixing her headphones strapped around the back of her neck.
“Then I’m in.”
“Hey—”
Eddie removes himself from the corner to protest, but you lock eyes and shake your head.
He stops dead in his tracks, shoulders deflating with each passing breath at your determination.
“You need a third.” You glance around the room. “I’m your third.”
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By the time you all return from the weapons and ammo store, the stolen mobile trailer finds its way parked in the outskirts of the park — not quite where it was hot wired, but close enough to feel familiar.
One by one, everyone files out and into the open field for their preparation stations.
Dustin drags Eddie off to make shields worthy of their campaign before you can ever say a thing. Erica and Lucas do their own thing with spears and leather in hand, while Nancy and Max take a spot to the far east to get to work on the shotgun modifications.
It leaves you with Robin, who already set up a spot at the mobile trailer to make homemade Molotov cocktails.
(Absolutely nothing to worry about.)
You’re in the midst of creating an inventory sheet when a tap on the shoulder surprises you from behind. Steve, still a dirty mess but at least covered by a new long-sleeved shirt and jacket, waggles his eyebrows in your vicinity.
“So… this is weird.”
“What is?” you ask, placing the pencil down on what little surface you had to write.
“Seeing you, of all people, in Hawkins again. You actually managed to get the hell out of here.”
“That was always the plan, Harrington. Wasn’t it yours?”
“Eh,” Steve scoffs, waving a hand. “I got a job at Starcourt… then Starcourt burned down because — well, now you know why — and then I just kinda… stuck around. What’s college like?”
“Peaceful,” you joke, placing your hands on your hips. “When you don’t have a sorority sister as a roommate, it’s very peaceful.”
“So what you’re really saying is: boring. I missed nothing at all. Gotcha.” Steve rocks on the balls of his feet. “Miss Valedictorian of ‘85 herself, in the flesh.”
“Oh, God, stop. Not the Valedictorian thing. It really didn’t make much of a difference, by the way, so studying all the time was for the birds.”
“Uh-huh. Still, I can’t believe you risked a speeding ticket for two hours to get here,” Steve teases, suppressing a smirk. “I didn’t think you knew how to break the law.”
You snort, leaning over to bump your arm with his. “Yeah, well, I don’t have to think to know Eddie would probably do the same for me.”
“Still, it’s ballsy. Where was this version of Vale-’85 when I knew you back in high school?”
“Oh, she was always there, Hair Harrington,” you grin as you watch Dustin follow Eddie’s lead in the field, pounding nails into the back of a metal trash can. “I guess you just do crazy things when you’re—”
Stop.
You freeze before you can finish the sentence, instead squaring your shoulders and trailing silent. Dustin dive bombs into Eddie with a cackling laugh, leading to Eddie hugging the little freshman into his side with adoration.
“Hey, I get it.”
Steve speaks up beside you, forcing you to turn to your left. He glances at you through his peripheral, giving a one-shoulder shrug.
“Trust me, I get it way more than you think.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. We don’t have to talk about it.”
He swallows a lump in his throat, shifting in his stance to briefly look to his right. Belated you follow where it lands on Max Mayfield and Nancy Wheeler hovering over a crate, sawing off the barrels of shotguns.
I get it.
Maybe he does.
For a while, it’s like this: silent while the rest of the crew prepares their weapons, talking and bantering amongst themselves. Dustin and Eddie play their own version of in-person Dungeons & Dragons in the field, laughing to the sky.
If he hadn’t looked so petrified just a few short hours ago, then maybe you’d forget why you were even here.
(Why any of you are here, in this field, preparing for war you've only learned about hours ago.)
You lean closer to Steve, debating on your next question. “Are the odds good, Harrington?”
Jaw clenched, he rips his eyes from the two girls modifying weapons to look down at you. You press on.
“I mean it honestly: is fighting this Vecna person a pipe dream, or do you guys really believe this is possible?”
Steve waits, kicking a pebble of dirt with his newly-bought boot. “We’re kind of all Hawkins has left. And if I can do something about it? Then I won’t let this son of a bitch take anyone else.”
Your heart skips a beat when Eddie turns from his embrace with Dustin to search — until his eyes land on you. His shoulders drop in relief as his smile remains.
It’s Steve’s turn, now, to lean over in a murmur into your ear so the rest can’t hear.
“I know this isn’t my place, because I was today year’s old when I found out you had a thing for Munson — which, if we come out of this fight in one piece, then we’re gonna talk about that, but… I think if you were going to have any sort of talk? Now might be a good time to do it.”
“Calm before the storm?” you add, returning the smile in Eddie’s direction despite the heaviness of the conversation at the present.
“Something like that.” Steve nudges you with his elbow. “I’ll keep watch on Dustin-o. You just do what you gotta do.”
“And what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Got any speeches you wanna workshop before you dive head-first into some Upside Down hellscape?”
Steve snorts, waving you off. “Oh, way ahead of you. But we’ll get there when we get there. For now? You first.”
You first.
Yeah, there’s a lot here with not enough time to say it.
Once Eddie squints towards you, you jut your chin up and to the left where there are woods. Woods that you’ve frequented with him before in late-night meetings. Trees that have seen things, heard promises — what’s one more?
Eddie pauses, makeshift shield in hand, and tilts his head in response. You jut your chin twice to the left — woods, Munson — before he gets it: lightbulb turned on, he shuffles his shield to Dustin Henderson with a hasty goodbye.
Dustin raises his arms and drops them with disappointment, but you don’t get to see how the conversation plays out when you disappear into the wooded area.
Waiting.
“Harrington bothering you, angel?”
Angel. The nickname could melt your heart.
When you turn, Eddie Munson appears around a tree. Meeting you in the small circle of trees far enough to keep this conversation private, he still looks like the skittish little boy you met the first week of school all those years ago.
His hands are lodged into the back pockets of his denim jeans, eyes curious yet apprehensive. He still has spots of dirt all over his clothes — not nearly as bad as Harrington, yet enough to make you worry.
All this time.
All this time and you didn’t know he’d been in this much trouble.
“You two were talking an awful long time over there,” he adds, tilting his head with an unspoken question: wanna talk about it?
You shake your head. “Just old friends catching up. You… sort of surprised him with the whole PDA-thing outside your house.”
“Well you surprised me. I didn’t really have time to, uh, plot a course of suave action.” Eddie’s smile drops as he takes another step to minimize the distance between you. “You can leave, you know.”
“Ed—”
“Let me fin-ish,” he warns in a sing-song tone. “No one is going to fault you for hearing about a psychotic, telepathic Freddie-demon and wanting to go right back to college. I’d feel better, actually, if you did. Run, I mean. I’ll drive you back to your car right now.”
“There’s no way I’m going back now that I know that there are literally demon bats.”
“Seriously? That’s the first reason I would be high-tailing the hell out of here.”
“You’ve seen one?”
“Chyeah, I’ve seen one. Absolutely… fucking terrifying,” Eddie admits with a breathless laugh. “You got out of Hawkins, sweetheart. Like properly, actually, got to leave and—”
“My home’s still here, Eddie.”
There is a heaviness to your double-meaning confession that takes Eddie a second to recognize, but when he does?
His puppy eyes round in disbelief, taking one small step at a time towards you. Your nose scrunches to avoid the passing emotions from overwhelming you.
“If I had known about anyone calling you a murderer? Eddie, I would have ran home sooner.”
“I didn’t have any way to call—”
“And you’re fucking insane if you think I’m going to abandon you while you’re… gearing up like you’re Rambo to kill these things—”
“Wait.”
“—and there is so much I’ve wanted to tell you since I met you and the fact that I see Nancy Wheeler sawing off the barrel of a shotgun with my own two eyes makes me feel like I really need to set a few things straight, and I need to tell you—”
Eddie crosses towards you in three great strides, before pulling your head in with both hands. He presses a searing, desperate kiss to your lips, effectively dissolving your panic.
Clawing your hands into his hair, you pull him impossibly close. The force of him pushing into you knocks you back, barreling the both of you straight against a tree. Eddie pins you there, teeth grazing your lower lip with a sense of urgency.
“I can’t believe you’re really here,” he breathes against your mouth, left hand dropping to wrap around the base of your neck before diving back in to kiss you.
You rake your nails against his scalp, earning a whimper along your lips. “Wasn’t leaving you.”
“You need to.”
“Eddie, let me say this—”
“No.”
He lets go of your face and neck to place both hands on your shoulders, pinning you to the trunk of the tree. His matted, curly bangs fall forward until his headache presses to yours. Eddie’s eyes squeeze shut in his plea.
“Please don’t say something like we’re at the end of a… terrible fucking action movie where this is a goodbye. This isn't Rambo. I can’t let it be a goodbye, and I won’t run, but I refuse to let this be it.”
His eyes finally open, observing yours. Memorizing yours.
“Look, I’m not a hero. I’m never the hero, okay? I run, I always do—”
“—you’ve never run from me.”
Your interruption falters his shame, allowing the silence to envelop the forest surrounding you.
“Even when we were placed in different classes. Even when things were weird at Snowball. Even when I told you I was leaving Hawkins. Do you know the first thing you said to me when I told you I wasn’t staying in town?”
You allow a pause, but Eddie doesn’t dare speak.
“You said you’d run to me. You’d follow me up to state college. And you did. No one visits me like you do. No one makes the effort like you do. And we could say fuck Hawkins, but what are you doing instead? Fighting for them?”
His fingertips tremble against your shoulders.
“Because it’s the right thing to do,” he mumbles, regretting every word.
“People who run don’t care about the right thing to do, Eddie. Never did. You always try to be polite, to be kind, even when people are kind in return.” You brush wayward strands of hair from his face. “That is brave. That is heroic.”
And for what feels like hours, Eddie stands there, eyes downcast. Processing what you said, what you believe, when so many refuse to see beyond the unruly hair, chains, and metal skulls.
He never feels worthy.
You hate that he never feels worthy.
Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, holding it for a beat, before exhaling his resolve.
“Promise me that when we get back, princess, that you’ll let me tell you everything I’ve ever wanted to say to your face. I need to earn my little bat slayer wings, earn you, and if you confess shit here and now? I may not go.”
He drops a small kiss to your forehead, dragging you in for a tight embrace. You reciprocate, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
He doesn’t need to earn you. He needs to know he’s never needed to earn you.
“But I’m not holding back, alright?” he murmurs into your hair. “We do the plan, I shred, we get the hell out of there, and I just… Fuck, I’ll tell you whatever you want, just not before we go back up there. Deal?”
You want to protest, but he presses his lips back to yours. Gentle this time, like he’s found his footing back on solid ground. You want to tell get everything off your chest before the final clock bell chimes, but it’s his only request.
(Let me earn you.)
After this is over, he’ll learn it was always the opposite way around.
You nod into the kiss, pulling away to reply.
“Deal.”
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“You go take care of him,” Damien whispered, physically incapable of speaking any louder when his muscles were pulled so taut. “You hold Duncan tight and you never let go, alright? You never let your boy go, you hear me? Don’t let him go.”
Tfw your adoptive son has his own son to take care of but you were so wrapped up in having a son when your own biological one was kidnapped that you forget your new son is an adult and has to be responsible and leave :’)
I just uploaded the final chapter of The Father(s) and Son(s), a 92k fic about the sole survivor and MacCready bonding. Lots of those words is my take on altered canon (X6-88 has a large part plotwise to give you a sense) but just as many words are conversations and emotional moments!
Dunno why I’m promoting on the last chapter art of the story but if this intrigues anyone the link is below!
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Joseph Quinn really put on a silly little wig acted out his whole heart in some silly little scenes with Joe Keery and now ive been writing a fan fiction for two days straight.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#eddie x steve#steddie#fix it fanfiction#headcanon
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HELP?
i have a series that i've been planning on and off for the past year or so and i've finally got the first chapter written. being my perfectionist self, i feel as though i need to keep planning some more things but there's a part of me that really wants to just get started and, sort of, force myself to begin or else i'll never get the series written since there isn't that sense of urgency or encouragement to keep going when i have other things to do
the series is called: Divorcing Orion Black
it'll be my take on a Harry Potter fix-it-fic set in the marauder's era where reader is transferred into the Harry Potter universe and forced to replace Walburga Black, her main aim is to give sirius and regulus a better life by being a better mother than Walburga ever was. But, it's never easy considering the limited knowledge people have on the marauders era and because... the true Walburga never really...left?
the focus will be on platonic relationships as well as all the comfort and fluff in the world considering how dark and sad and angsty the marauders era characters' destiny ended up being
potential series summary : You just got transferred into the world of Harry Potter and you've been put into the shoes of Walburga Black. Splendid… You need to escape this toxic family so your first order of business is divorce AND YOU'RE DEFINITELY TAKING THE KIDS!
tags : son sirius black/mother reader ; son regulus black/mother reader ; isekai au/transfering worlds au ; walburga black is evil ; not reader though hehe~ ; hurt/comfort ; fluff ; platonic fluff ; second chances ; reader basically adopts remus, barty crouch jr and peter pettigrew ; peter pettigrew redemption arc? ; but he never betrays the marauders in the first place so... ; remus gets a better life ; reader becomes a semi-political figure to help werewolves + house elves ; reader assumes a male alias ; alternating chapters from different povs directly effected by reader's actions ; reader is a powerful independent business woman and single mother ; reader is a milf ; reader secretly hates dumbledore ; reader hates orion black ; reader hates JKR (we all do) ; divorce ; mentions of child abuse (physical and mental and emotional) ; mentions of neglect ; angry reader ; canon jily ; mentions of wolfstar ; regulus being a precious baby ; sirius has his moments too ; reader being a powerful trio with minerva and pomfrey ; reader potentially adopting the black sisters (bellatrix, andromeda and narcissa) ; reader adopts everyone! ; there'll be ocs ; reader leaves to live her dream cottagecore life ; happy ending! ; i'll add more tags in the future
fair warning ; this series is not gonna be canon compliant, naturally, reader will make sure of that haha!
i predict that the series will be around 25 to 30 chapters long? maybe more?
if i post the series now, i'll aim to post a new chapter per month, on the first day of every month
if i post the series next year/2026, i'll try to make sure i'm able to post twice per month (one chapter per two weeks)
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Nobody who had seen Peter act with Malia when the wild hunt happened could keep telling that Peter wasn’t a loving guy. And really he was. Peter had been totally in love with Eli since he was born. He would have gave him the moon and all the stars if the kid had asked him. Obviously he was trying to spoil the kid rotten but his dads won’t let him do. They tried to get some values in the puppy’s head so they had put some rules about the amount of gift and money spend in one outing. But other than that they totally trusted him to be the pup babysitter if they needed. And really he was honored that after all that had happened over the years they trusted him with their most precious treasure.
So sometimes he would broke the outing rule and he would bring his perfect baby nephew (‘cause grand-nephew made him feel old) everywhere he wanted just to make him happy. To show how much this trust meant to him he would often bring gift to his wonderful nephew and his dear Stiles.
Because yes , he had a weird way to show it , but Peter had always got a soft spot for the smart, sarcastic, witty, loyal human. Derek had been quite possessive of his mate at first when Peter started to bring gift to Stiles but he started to calm down after a year as he saw that it was just his uncle way to bond with Stiles and that he didn’t actually tried to stole his mate from him.
So Peter was doing all he could do for his baby nephew Eli. When he had heard about the coyote incident he had decided to stop his travelling and just started to live with the little family. They couldn’t argue with him in any way. So they just went with it and it was actually working pretty well.
Obviously when Stiles started to have to go on missions he had started to sneeck in Peter’s bedroom on the eve of his departure when Derek was asleep to fullfil their ritual: Stiles gave Peter his set of keys and ask him to protect and take care of all the family and friends.
« And this peoples include you Peter! Don’t start sacrificing yourself and take care of you too! »
Stiles would repeat that to him every time and it was always making him warm and happy.
As always they had done the same when Stiles get to a mission before the Nogitsune disaster. Everybody seemed to discourage Derek to call Stiles and he couldn’t take on him to call. And as always following Scott McCall’s plan was an open road to disaster and chaos because all the brain cells in their generation seemed to had been taken by Stiles. They had won, they had got rid of the Nogitsune, but the price was his nephew’s life. Few days after the last encounter, the worst part of the shock to have witness his sweet nephew burn in front of his eyes had passed. But he went all panicked when he couldn’t find Eli anywhere.He was supposed to take care of all of them but here he was: his nephew was dead and his puppy Eli had disappeared, he even had not take care of himself because he had done nothing in two days, he didn’t even remember Derek’s funeral.. oh my god they had Derek’s funeral without Stiles.As soon as he will know and be back he will kill him again…
He went to find the sheriff at the station. The was ready to put down a werewolf as he said to him that Scott was on his way to took Eli with him to LA. Oh no, Peter will not let it happen. Over his dead body! Nobody will take away his baby nephew from him! Noah told him that he had called Stiles, Scott was supposed to do it but it seemed that he had forgot that point and that’s why Stiles wasn’t back yet.
So they get to Scott’s with Noah. The Alpha sounded like a child who didn’t want to share a toy when he told them that Derek had told him to take care of Eli.
« For god sake Scott! Eli have family here! I’m his family ! I’m a Hale! Malia and cora are his family… Noah is his family, STILES IS HIS DAD JESUS CHRIST! Scott you can’t took Eli from his family! Derek told you to take care of him not to take him away from us like he was a stray puppy! »
Peter had to fight, but it looks like he was talking in the wind and Scott won’t let go. Not even to the sheriff. It was a hard war to fight, because Scott didn’t care to listen to either Peter, Noah or even Eli.
Scott wasn’t prepared to fight this war. Peter wanted Eli back! He wouldn’t disappoint Stiles and he wouldn’t let anyone get Eli away from his family. If he had to play dirty, he would live to do it. He had dreamed to trick his former beta. So he planed something with Noah. And tricking Scott was almost to easy to be satisfying. First they had wait for a day when Allison would go see her dad, then Noah had get to Scott to talk with some of his wife’s lemonade that the boys had loved growing up. They had laced it with small amount of wolfsbane just to get more chance for the animal’s sedative they wanted to use to put him asleep to take and last longer. Peter had fun to use a blowpipe to send a sedative dart right in Scott’s neck. The face he had made when he had understood what had happened was priceless, he took a pic. And it worked they could took back Eli, getting him out of the bedroom that he was in and explained to him that his daddy was on his way.
Peter kept Eli near him at any given time from there, growling at everybody who came near the house except Noah until Stiles get back home. Will they waited he had searched for a way to bring Derek back to life. He will need Stiles’ magic for that this time, he can already tell that nobody will let him drug people with wolfsbane again. When Stiles came back home he was pissed, but he thanked his father and Peter when they told him the Scott’s incident story. He laughed at the face on the picture that Peter at took. And soon they had Derek back in the house. They all get yell at for some reasons.
But Stiles thanked again Peter, he had done his mission, he had took care of their family even if it was a hard time for him. And Peter was proud. Because everybody could see that Peter love is family, and that Eli would always have his uncle Peter to love him unconditionally.
But to make his baby nephew Eli forgive him to had let him in Scott hands, he will negotiate with Stiles and Derek to finaly let Eli use the Jeep.
#stiles stilinski#derek hale#sterek#teen wolf#fix it fanfiction#peter hale#eli stilinski hale#peter love Eli so much#nobody will touch Eli anymore as long as peter is alive#Peter will became a creepy wolf again#peter was actually the one to teach Derek how to stand creepily
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Don't Split the Party? How about No Man Left Behind? [steddie]
summary : With Eddie situated across Steve’s shoulders, the climb out of the Upside Down began. Steve managed to climb up far enough to feel the pull of gravity shift, and held on so he and Eddie were hanging from the ceiling. He slowly climbed down, collapsing to his knees after his feet touched the mattress. Quickly putting Eddie onto the couch again, it wasn’t long until Robin landed on the mattress with a surprised gasp escaping her. Nancy immediately began to pull the make-shift rope through the gate when there was a knock at the door.
Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Dustin all looked between each other, then at the unconscious Eddie on the couch. When there was another knock on the door, Nancy decided she was the one to open the door. From where he stood, Steve could see a sleek, black, government vehicle across the road at Max’s house.
pairings : Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson
warnings : depictions of violence (series accurate injuries), language - if I missed any please let me know
word count : 4.7k
AO3 (x)
a/n : I posted this on AO3 back in June of 2022. Thinking about it, I realized I can post the content from my AO3 to my Tumblr the way I cross-post my Tumblr ones to AO3. So, here we go.
Vecna was defeated. Their plan worked; Steve, Nancy, and Robin defeated Vecna while he was in Max’s mind. Now all they had to do was meet up with Dustin and Eddie, then leave the Upside Down. Making their way back to the Munson’s trailer, they heard Dustin shouting for help. Steve was the first one to run in the direction of Dustin’s yells. Once close, Steve saw Dustin holding a figure in his lap. Steve slid next to Dustin, looking Eddie over. Eddie was covered in injuries from the demobats that he and Dustin were distracting.
“Nancy, come here! Robin, get through the gate and be ready to help get Eddie through,” Steve called out to the others.
Steve ripped off his jacket and took off his shirt, tearing it into strips to tie around Eddie’s injuries. Nancy finally made it over to where Steve and Eddie were, scared by what she saw. Steve could tell by the look on her face, she wasn’t sure that Eddie would make it.
“Nancy, I need you to carry him by the legs while I carry him by the torso. Dustin, you need to keep pressure on his injuries to keep him from bleeding out any more, okay?” Steve asked the boy nicer than he had Nancy.
“Okay,” Dustin's voice cracked through the confirmation.
“On the count of three, we lift him. Once we’re at his trailer, we’re putting him on the couch,” Steve directed. “Ready? One, two, three!”
Steve and Nancy carried Eddie all the way back to his trailer, Dustin limping alongside them. They were only slightly reassured when Eddie would occasionally groan out in pain, knowing they hadn’t lost him yet. When they finally reached the trailer and got Eddie put on the couch, the four now faced a new problem; how to get Eddie out?
“Nancy, can you look for bandages? He’s already starting to bleed through,” Steve asked. “Dustin, I need you to look for alcohol. Mainly vodka, and whiskey if you can’t find vodka.”
While the others were looking for the things Steve asked them to, he tried to help Robin tie a new rope for the gate.
“We’ll save him,” Robin blurts suddenly. “We can save him, Steve.”
“How do you know that?” Steve’s voice shook worse than his hands. “We can get him out, but then what? I don’t know what to do, Rob.”
Robin placed her hand on his shoulder, “We’ll figure something out. First, we’re going to get him out of here. Then, we’re going to figure out a way to get him to the hospital. But we need you to get him out of here, okay?”
Steve wiped his eyes and nodded. He needed to get Eddie out of here, so that is what he was going to do.
Dustin and Nancy walked in quietly, passing Steve the things he’d asked for. Robin pulled Nancy towards the gate, and Dustin sat next to Eddie’s head. Keeping his hands as steady as he could, Steve removed the strips he put over Eddie’s wounds. The bleeding had slowed some, but there were so many wounds that it didn’t seem to matter. With a quiet apology, Steve poured the vodka onto Eddie’s hip and side wounds. Eddie immediately shouted in pain, and tried to sit up.
“Keep him as still as you can, Henderson,” Steve instructed.
With the wounds now cleaner, Steve began to wrap Eddie’s hip and sides with some of the bandage rolls Nancy found. Steve began to remove the soiled bandage from where Eddie’s shoulder met his neck, finding the wound to have stopped bleeding entirely. Steve cautiously poured vodka over the wound, repeating silent apologies as he taped down gauze to the wound.
Steve had left the worst wound for last. He hated how much pain the others had caused Eddie, but this one was going to be the worst. With how soaked through the make-shift bandage was, there was no way it had stopped bleeding. Looking where the bite on his leg was, there was no doubt that the bite hadn’t missed an artery. Steve removed his belt, and tightened it just above where Eddie was clearly still bleeding out, hoping that reducing the circulation to the cut would buy Eddie more time.
“Is he still awake Henderson?” Steve cautiously asked.
“He passed out after you bandaged his shoulder,” Dustin responded. “I can still feel his pulse, though.”
“Good.” Steve felt relieved that Eddie probably wouldn’t react to what he had to do.
Steve uncovered the wound on Eddie’s leg, seeing that it was not going to stop its steady bleeding anytime soon. Steve poured the last of the vodka on the wound, feeling even more guilt when Eddie still flinched in his unconscious state. He piled gauze onto Eddie’s thigh, then secured the final bandage roll around his leg.
“Steve,” Robin called. “Nancy went through, she has the mattress set up.”
“Alright,” Steve called back, “Dustin, go though. We’ll be right behind you.”
As Robin helped Dustin limp his way over to the gate, Steve looked Eddie over. Other than where the demobats had ripped flesh from bone, his leather jacket was shredded and Steve could see that Eddie was covered in superficial cuts along his arms. The fresh bandages were definitely more secure than what Steve had originally tied around the wounds. Steve gently pressed the inside of Eddie’s wrist, and felt a faint pulse.
“Alright, your turn Steve,” Robin bumped her shoulder with Steve’s. “Tell me what to do.”
“I have an idea, but I need you to make sure he doesn’t fall,” Steve started. “While I climb out, I need you to stand on a chair next to us and keep him steady.”
“On it.”
“I’m sorry, Eds.” Steve whispered as he hoisted the metalhead across his shoulders.
With Eddie situated across Steve’s shoulders, the climb out of the Upside Down began. Steve managed to climb up far enough to feel the pull of gravity shift, and held on so he and Eddie were hanging from the ceiling. He slowly climbed down, collapsing to his knees after his feet touched the mattress. Quickly putting Eddie onto the couch again, it wasn’t long until Robin landed on the mattress with a surprised gasp escaping her. Nancy immediately began to pull the make-shift rope through the gate when there was a knock at the door.
Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Dustin all looked between each other, then at the unconscious Eddie on the couch. When there was another knock on the door, Nancy decided she was the one to open the door. From where he stood, Steve could see a sleek, black, government vehicle across the road at Max’s house.
“Hi,” Nancy greeted in a chipper tone.
“Are you friends with Max Mayfield?” A woman in a black suit asked, displaying her badge to Nancy. “We were sent to check on her and her friends by Doctor Owens and the girl.”
“The girl?”
“Eleven!” Dustin exclaimed. “Eleven knows what’s happening then!”
“Yes,” the woman asked. “This must have been the first gate,” she continued as she saw the ceiling. The woman pushed her way through the door, and saw the state all five of them were in. There was no doubt they had just returned from the Upside Down.
“I suggest you come with us,” the woman spoke. “We can get your friend there medical attention with some doctors that know about these events, and you four can inform us of what caused all this.”
Steve waited anxiously in the hallway for news of Eddie. Nancy had taken Dustin to get his ankle checked. Somehow, Steve managed enough composure to convince Robin to go home and wash the Upside Down away then sleep with the promise that he’d call with any news he received. Having sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair for the past hour, Nancy finally walked up to him.
“Where’s Henderson?” Steve’s voice sounded empty, even to his own ears.
“His mom just picked him up. He had a clean break in his ankle, and they got him in a cast. I stayed until his mom came. She wanted me to thank you for bringing him here,” Nancy leaned against his side. “How are you holding up?”
Steve shrugged. He didn’t care how he was, Eddie was here because of him. Steve couldn’t help but think that if he was there, then maybe Eddie wouldn’t have gone off by himself. All he wanted now was to know something about how Eddie was.
“You should get your side checked,” Nancy prompted him. “I’ll wait here, find you once the doctors come out.”
“I’m fine,” Steve croaked out past the bruising on his throat.
“Steve, you need stitches. And the sooner they’re taken care of, the sooner you can come back here.”
“I’m not leaving him Nancy,” Steve’s voice shook. “After what we’ve all been through, I’m not leaving him alone again. I can’t leave him.”
“That’s fine,” Nancy rubbed Steve’s shoulder. “What if I got someone to come here and check them instead?”
Steve, once again, shrugged his blatant indifference as his gaze stayed locked on the doors Eddie had been rushed through. He was glad the doctors knew the truth and would be able to properly treat Eddie. He was also relieved that they were rushed to an abandoned wing of the hospital so Eddie wouldn’t be harassed by people who thought he was a murdered. He blankly registered when Nancy left, then when she came back with a nurse. He finally tore his eyes away from the doors when Nancy placed her hand lightly on his shoulder again.
“You need to take off your jack and bandages so they can be checked,” Nancy softly explained.
Steve removed his jacket with ease, but when he unwound the bandages from his torso the bites felt like they were on fire. When the last layer was removed he felt the way they’d clung to his exposed flesh, and he only clenched his jaw harder at the pain. The nurse was quiet as she inspected his bites, checking if there was any debris inside of the wounds. Steve distantly recalled seeing her with the team of doctors the government women had gotten to check Eddie’s injuries.
Once Steve saw the bottle of disinfectant he knew his bites were about to burn worse. He set his jaw and tried to relax, once the disinfectant was poured over his wounds he only let his body tense up in reaction. He was determined not to cry out in pain, not when Eddie had been through so much worse. Once his bites were cleaned, his eyes focused on the doors once again and ignored the tugging sensation as he was sewn back together. Once the tugging in his side stopped, Nancy motioned for him to lift his arms, and a new bandage was wrapped around his torso. The nurse turned to Nancy, telling her what needed to be done for his wounds to stay clean and heal how they needed to. Nancy thanked the nurse on behalf of Steve and sat down next to him as they continued to wait.
“You don’t have to wait with me,” Steve quietly says. “I know you haven’t seen your parents and sister since this all started, and you probably want to check on them.”
“But what about you? Steve, you’re covered in stuff from the Upside Down, and all you have is a jacket,” Nancy points out. “You need to change and wash all this stuff off.”
After five minutes of not responding Steve suddenly suggests, “What if you grabbed some things for me? I can write it down, it won’t be much I promise.”
“Fine, what do you need?”
Steve scribbled down the few things he needed and where to find them, but also wrote down a few extra things for Eddie from his trailer.
“Could you also stop by Eddie’s and grab him these few things, please?” Steve passed his small list to Nancy.
Nancy glanced over the list and nodded, and Steve passed his keys to her with a small, grateful smile.
He waited for another hour until a doctor stepped out of the doors. Steve stood and strode over, listening intently to what the doctor was explaining. Eddie’s wounds had been stitched like his, but with how much blood loss Eddie suffered his heart had stopped twice. The doctor explained how the bite on Eddie’s leg and neck had both been to an artery, and these had been the cause of Eddie’s heart stopping. They had managed to restart his heart each time, but they had attached more machines to him in case it would stop again. They also did a blood transfusion due to how much he had bled out, but Eddie would recover. Steve felt himself sag in relief at the news Eddie would recover. The doctor told Steve where Eddie’s room was, but that he’d yet to awaken and wouldn’t for some time. Steve nodded his thanks and began the walk to Eddie’s room.
Steve slowly pushed open the door, revealing a sleeping Eddie covered in bandages and hooked up to machines. Steve quietly closed the door behind him, hoping he didn’t accidentally disturb Eddie’s sleep. Steve set the small duffel bag Nancy filled with the things Steve asked for on the floor at the foot of the hospital bed. He pulled out the blanket he’d asked for and covered Eddie in the warmer material, knowing the chill of the hospital was surrounding them. He also pulled out the sweatpants and t-shirt he’d been packed and walked across the room to the small bathroom in the room. Peeling off his muddied jeans and shrugging his jacket away, Steve stood in front of the mirror to see how injured he was. He had a thin cut surrounding his neck from the demobat, bruising around the cut from the vine he had been choked by, as well as many small cuts and bruises scattering his body. The worst of it was whenever he moved, he felt his stitches being lightly tugged from under the bandages.
Wanting to be rid of the Upside Down he turns on the sink to begin scrubbing away the layers of dirt, sweat, and blood. Accepting that he can’t get rid of it completely, Steve slowly dresses into the clothes he’d brought in the bathroom. On his way out the bathroom Steve leaves the light on in the bathroom and lets just a sliver flood into the hospital room. He finally settles into the chair next to Eddie’s bed and is prepared not to leave until Eddie tells him to.
It had been two days, and Eddie still hadn’t so much as stirred in his sleep. Steve used the walkie Nancy thought to pack to update the others on Eddie’s condition as soon as it was morning on the first day. Steve kept an eye on Eddie while the others were staying with their families. The government women said they would inform Eddie’s uncle of his condition and location once their cover-up was made official to the public and his name was cleared, but that it would take almost a week to do so.
Throughout the days, Steve would sit next to Eddie’s still form. Either Nancy or Robin would stop by and inform him of what was happening to the town, or bring him food that he couldn’t bring himself to eat. Whenever he couldn’t take the silence being filled by only the beeping of machines, Steve would read The Fellowship of the Ring to Eddie. Steve wasn’t surprised Nancy found the books from Eddie’s trailer, but he was glad she’s also grabbed The Hobbit. He was surprised that he’d managed to read all of The Hobbit during the first day of Eddie’s recovery, and began The Fellowship of the Ring earlier in the morning.
There were footsteps outside the room, but Steve didn’t worry. The only people who came to this wing were Robin and Nancy, and it was usually when one of them would check on the two in the hospital. What Steve hadn’t expected, however, was for Hopper to walk through the door followed by Joyce.
“Hey kid,” Hopper said as he stepped into the room. “How ya holding up?”
“Hopper?” Steve set down the book. “How are you–What?”
“It’s a long story,” Joyce said as she hugged Steve. “We were told we’d find you here. That you haven’t left since escaping the Upside Down, and that you would explain what happened.”
After recounting what had happened during spring break, Steve wouldn’t stop apologizing for it all.
“It’s not your fault,” Hopper reassured. “You protected them, and you all saved the town.”
“But–” Steve began.
“Stop apologizing. You did nothing wrong. You couldn’t have prevented any of this from happening,” Joyce comforted. “But, we do have some good news.”
“We got in touch with the government people that doctor Owens sent,” Hopper elaborates. “We got all of the stories set up and they’re being released today. Eddie didn’t commit the murders, turns out it was Jason and he was planting it all to look like it was Eddie. Then, Jason went on his own personal man-hunt against Eddie, so that’s why Eddie ran. Eddie didn’t run because he was guilty, but while he was hiding from Jason he was attacked by a bear and was taken to the hospital for treatment. Nobody’s seen Jason since last night, so he must have ran. At least, the police think that Jason ran since they found his car at the bus station.
“As for me, I’ll be reinstated as police chief. It won’t be the first time someone in this town came back from the dead, so it’s a much simpler cover-up. And El closed all three gates after she left Max’s mind. With Vecna dead and any gates that existed being closed, we believe that the Upside Down is gone for good. Will doesn’t sense anything from the Mind Flayer since his return to Hawkins, so it confirms things are finally over.”
“Will’s back? So is everyone from California here, then?” Steve asks.
“Yeah, everyone’s back and safe.”
Steve felt his body release the tension it’s been holding for a week. Everything was going to be fine. The kids were safe, the Upside Down is gone, and the only two adults who knew what was happening have returned. Things were beginning to look up as Steve glanced at Eddie’s sleeping form. He just had to be patient and tell Eddie all the good news when he finally wakes up.
“If you need anything let us know,” Joyce said. “All the kids have a walkie with them and I’m sure one of us will be with them. Try to get some rest.”
“Yes ma’am. Thank you both, for everything you’ve done,” Steve called out as they left.
Steve settled into the chair as comfortably as he could manage and continued reading to Eddie. He was surprised to find himself also enjoying The Lord of the Rings so far, and hopes Eddie can somehow hear him.
It wasn’t until their third night in the hospital that Eddie finally stirred in his sleep. It was slight, but Steve felt the fingers he held twitch. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to pull Steve from his state of falling asleep as hope filled his chest. Not wanting Eddie to wake up while Steve slept, he grabbed The Two Towers and continued to read aloud.
“Don't leave me here alone! It's your Sam calling.” Steve read.
“Don't go where I can't follow! Wake up, Mr. Frodo!” Another voice rasped out.
“Eddie!” Steve gasped as the book fell from his hands.
Eddie gave a small smile at Steve’s reaction. Steve was on his feet in an instant, grabbing the button that called the nurse to notify them Eddie was awake. Eddie sat up and immediately winced at the pain. Steve gently guided Eddie back, his hand lingering on the other’s shoulder.
“Mister Munson,” a nurse greets. “Glad to see you’re awake. How are you feeling?”
“Like something ate me,” Eddie croaks.
“Well,” the nurse looks over the machines attached to Eddie, “all your vitals are stable, we’ve just been waiting for you to wake up. You should be released soon.”
“Thank you,” Eddie called out as she left.
Steve sat in the small chair once again and took Eddie’s hand in his. Flooded with the relief that Eddie was finally awake, he couldn’t hold back the tears that were silently escaping his eyes. The two sat in silence until a sniffle gave away his crying.
“What’s wrong?” Eddie took in Steve’s red-rimmed eyes and quivering lip.
“Why did you do it? You were meant to escape with Dustin! Not risk yourself with a suicide mission! You promised you wouldn’t try to be a hero!” Steve broke. “Dustin told us what happened. You could’ve followed him out, so why didn’t you?”
“I needed to buy you more time and keep them from following him through the gate. I didn’t know– I didn’t plan on them getting me. I was running away, but then I fell. They surrounded me before I could get back up, then they got me,” Eddie ran his free hand across Steve’s cheek.
“I’m so sorry, I should have been there. I should’ve protected you better, but I thought you were going to be safest there. It’s my fault you're here.”
Eddie opened his mouth to tell Steve how wrong he was, but before he could Eddie’s uncle burst through the door. “Thank God, Eddie!” Wayne exclaimed. “I came as soon as I heard the news you were here.”
“Uncle Wayne?”
“I’ll leave you two to talk,” Steve grabbed the walkie on his way to the hallway.
Steve felt guilty for leaving the hospital once Eddie’s uncle Wayne arrived. Not knowing where to go, Steve just walked and decided to let his feet decide for him. He wandered around town until he found himself outside the Munson’s trailer. The gate had been closed by El, but he knew the government was going to move the two out “for their troubles” as Hopper had put it. Steve stared at the trailer, haunted by the last time he was here. He was so certain he wasn’t going to be able to save Eddie, but now he was across town with his uncle. Steve couldn’t help the ache that shot through his chest.
There was no way Eddie was going to want anything to do with him anymore. He was so glad Eddie had his uncle there for him, that the kids had each other, Nancy had Jonathan, and Robin would have Eddie, too. Steve knew he would be there for them, but he also knew they didn’t need him. With one last look at the Munson’s trailer, Steve started his slow walk across town to go to his own house.
Steve opened the door to his empty house. He didn’t bother turning on any of the lights as he made his way up the stairs to his room. He turned on his lamps and collapsed onto the bed. He finally let everything he’d been bottling up crash over him. His body shook with each sob that forced its way out his throat. He cried until long after the sun was below the horizon, and stayed awake long after he had no more tears left. He stared at his ceiling as hiccups and trembling breaths were all that he could produce.
It was hours after he’d finally calmed down that he heard it. The static of his walkie as someone pressed their button.
“Steve?” The faint voice of Eddie crackled through the speaker. “Are you there? Over.”
“I’m here,” Steve radioed back. “What do you need? Over.”
“You didn’t come back. Over.”
Steve didn’t respond. He couldn’t with the guilt that was weighing down on his heart.
“I never got a chance to tell you that you’re wrong.”
Steve still didn’t have the will to respond.
“Me getting hurt wasn’t your fault. Neither was anything that has happened. Please believe that. If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be alive right now. You saved my ass. And you’re right, I should have listened to you and went through with Dustin. But that’s my fault, not yours, okay?”
Steve pressed the button to respond, but didn’t know what to say. With another small sob, Steve released the button hoping the walkie didn’t capture the sound he made.
“Steve, everything’s okay. Please just say something,” Eddie stressed the last sentence.
“I’m sorry, Eds. Over and out.” Steve released the button for a final time.
“Wait don–” Eddie’s sentence was cut off by Steve pushing the antenna into his walkie.
Reality finally broke into Steve’s moping when he heard a loud knock at his door. Startled, he looked out his window to see it was still clearly night. There was another loud knock, so Steve forced himself to go downstairs. Flinging open the door prepared to tell whoever it was to go away, his words caught in his throat at the sight of Eddie on his doorstep.
“Hi,” Eddie breathed with a soft smile on his face.
“What are you doing here?” Steve guided Eddie to his couch. “Why aren’t you still at the hospital?”
“I was released just after you said you were going to give Wayne and I space to talk. That’s why Wayne was there.”
“Oh.”
“Max also said you were standing outside the trailer earlier.”
“Eddie,” Steve said the other’s name, the softest Eddie had ever heard it uttered.
“Just talk to me. Please, let me be here for you.”
“Okay.”
Steve explained everything to Eddie during the early hours of the morning, confessing that he wasn't just worried over his friend but was worried over his crush, and when dawn began to seep in through the windows the two fell asleep wrapped around each other.
When Steve slowly woke up, he was aware of how cozy he felt. He buried his face further into his pillow. It wasn’t until he felt a hand come up to gently card through his hair that he remembered the events of last night and realized his pillow was Eddie.
“Hi,” Steve breathed against Eddie’s chest.
“Morning sleepy,” Eddie fondly responded. “How’d you sleep?”
“Great. How’re you feeling?”
“Better than yesterday.”
“Thank you for listening to me, and sorry I was acting so stupid because of it.”
“Don’t apologize, I understand. It’s scary when someone you care about is being torn apart by demonic bats,” Eddie kissed the top of Steve’s head.
“It’s even scarier when you don’t know if you can save them,” Steve kissed just over where he felt Eddie’s heart steadily beating.
Steve untangled himself from Eddie and stretched the best he could. He padded over towards the kitchen to cook the two of them some eggs. He felt Eddie’s arms snake around him as he dumped their eggs on their plates.
“Eat so you can take your pain killers,” Steve reminded.
“But–” Eddie started.
“Nope. No buts. If you don’t take them now before they really start hurting, then it’s going to be worse later. So eat,” Steve insisted.
“Fine,” Eddie dragged out, “you’re lucky I love you.”
“I really am.”
“You know, you’re the one that spilled his guts. I only had my guts spilled.”
“Seriously?”
Steve rolled his eyes as Eddie just planted a kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth, “Sorry.”
“No you aren’t,” Steve fully kissed Eddie’s mouth.
The two sat together over breakfast talking. Eddie talked about how grateful he was for Dustin dragging Steve into his life, and Steve talked about how relieved he was that Eddie was still alive. The two of them didn’t know what their future held, but one thing was certain. It was their future, not Steve’s and Eddie’s futures. There was no way one of them was letting the other slip away.
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SFW Alphabet Prompt request coming in hot.
The Prince of Charming himself , Jax Teller. What’s he like, according to the letter “J”.
Can’t wait to read what you come up with!
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Jealousy
Contains: Fluff, possessive Jax.
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How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?
"Are you gonna do something about that pres?" Jax shook his head at his VPs suggestion, "nah Ope, she's good." Jax watched you speak to the man, your face wearing a friendly but absent of any affection, "see Ope, she not even laughing like she thinks he's funny, she's laughing so he doesn't feel bad about himself."
Ope shook his head, "I don't get you, there's a line of men halfway down the block ready to take your place and even though she doesn't like parties, she still talks to people and everyone loves her, how are you not jealous?" Ope was bullshitting a bit, he knew you'd never hurt Jax, "because she's only doing all of this for me, if I went over there right now and asked her if she wanted to go home she'd jump at the chance." Jax smirked, "she's mine and she knows it."
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Jax didn't like what he was looking at, your smile was a little too bright and your dress a little too short. He walked over to you and looked at the man you were talking to up and down, "hello my love, are you enjoying your night?" Jax smirked down at you, sitting on the bar stool while he stood made you seem even smaller compared to him than normal, "I don't know darlin, you're not with me." The smile you gave him made his heart swell, "you flatter me."
Jax didn't respond, instead, he leaned down and kissed you. It was full of passion, like no one else around, certainly not a visiting Son sitting within touching distance of you. When he pulled away, your lips followed his desperately, Jax smiling at your reaction before turning to the man, "you want a beer bro?"
Fin
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