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sidekick-hero · 8 months

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Will you cleanse me with pleasure?

(steddie | 8.4k | explicit| AO3)

A little something for @steves-strapcollection birthday 💜

Gerry, I already told you how much I appreciate you in our DMs so let me just wish you the happiest birthday here. Please never change because true passion and authenticity are so hard to find and knowing you is a pleasure I wouldn't want to miss.

Summary:

People are always saying that the only way you really get to know your partner is when you move in together.

Steve has always dismissed those people. He already knows Eddie inside and out. He knows Eddie's favorite mug (the Garfield one his Uncle Wayne gave him), what food he eats when he's sad (Mac'n'Cheese because that's been his comfort food since he was a kid), where that little scar on his forehead came from (he fell out of a tree trying to rescue a lost kitten which Steve brings up every chance he gets).

Steve thinks it’s safe to say that he knows everything important about Eddie when they finally decide to move in together.

Everything, it turns out, except that Eddie sneaks out of the house in the middle of the night at least once a week.

CW: Tentacle Sex, Monsterfucking, Tentacle Monster Eddie, despite these tags this is one of the softest things I've written. It's a love story 🥰

Special thanks to @yournowheregirl for feeding me ideas and cheering me on like the amazing friend she is, @scarcrossdlvrs for being so sweet and encouraging me and beta-ing this baby as well as @stobinesque for finding mistakes like Sherlock Holmes

People are always saying that the only way you really get to know your partner is when you move in together.

Steve thinks it’s safe to say that he knows everything important about Eddie when they finally decide to move in together.

Everything, it turns out, except that Eddie sneaks out of the house in the middle of the night at least once a week.

Maybe he doesn’t know Eddie that well after all.

To be fair, he hasn't known Eddie that long either. Even for Steve, the way they fell in love with each other so quickly came as a bit of a surprise.

Part of the surprise is that he fell so hard, so fast, for another man because Steve had never dated one before. Sure, he had definitely thought about it. A lot. He definitely suspected that he wasn't exactly straight, thinking back to all the hand jobs he'd traded with fellow jocks and friends after basketball practice or behind the bleachers. But for most of his adult life he had been in a very committed and, at least in his mind, very loving relationship with a woman.

Until said woman broke his heart.

The breakup had been painful and Steve had just needed to get away from it all. So, in a spur of the moment decision, he packed his shit and moved halfway across the country from Hawkins, Indiana to Derry, Maine. Here he rented a quaint little house on the outskirts of town near the local lake, where he also used the basement for his physical therapy practice.

He was definitely not looking for another relationship at this point.

Of course, within the first month in Derry, Steve met Eddie, who turned Steve's already upside down life around a few times for good measure.

Steve's Beemer was already old when he drove it several hundred miles for the move. But here, with roads that can hardly be called that, it had started to give him real trouble. So he took it to Munson and Son Auto Repair in town.

The shop itself did not look like much, with the paint already peeling in places. The door to the office was locked, but he could hear noises coming from the garage section of the shop, so that was where he went. He expected to be greeted by another one of the gruff, flannel-wearing older men he had come to associate with many of the businesses here in town.

So he wasn't at all prepared for the mouth-watering sight of a man lifting wheels onto a metal track in nothing but work pants and an old, faded gray t-shirt.

The guy was about Steve's height, with shoulder-length curly black hair, broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist, and a muscular back that moved under his gray t-shirt as he lifted wheel after wheel. His arms were covered in tattoos, more black than skin, moving over lithe muscles. His legs were long, not exactly thick, but the way they bent and stretched easily with the added weight told Steve they were strong, too. Steve couldn't help but imagine them wrapped around his waist or his head.

Clearing his suddenly very dry throat, Steve got the man's attention, and when he turned around, Steve knew he was screwed.

His face was beautiful. It was long, with high cheekbones, a wide and full mouth, and the prettiest brown doe eyes Steve had ever seen. They'd looked even bigger with how wide they'd gotten as they fell on Steve, clearly surprised by his presence. Steve didn't miss the way they had roamed over his body appraisingly. Nor did he miss the way Eddie had flirted with him outrageously, with no respect for personal space, once he had gotten over his initial surprise.

Twenty minutes later, Steve walked out with an appointment for the next day and Eddie's number.

And even though the appointment was rather depressing, with Eddie telling him that it would be best for Steve to say goodbye to his Beemer because it was only going to get worse, it was still one of the best things that had ever happened to him. Because that very same day, Steve went out on his first date with Eddie to go shopping for a new car. It was the most fun he had in a long time.

The day ended with Steve buying a new Jeep and fucking Eddie in the back seat on the shore of Devilfish Lake. What better way to christen the car, Steve had thought as Eddie rode him to oblivion before there were no more thoughts, just breathless whimpers and moans of their names.

Steve is pretty sure that he was already half in love with Eddie at this point.

The thing is: Steve has never been one to take things slow. It's not in his nature. He's a shoot first, ask questions later kind of guy. A trigger-happy heart beats in his chest, and when he falls, he falls hard.

That's why, after barely a year of dating, he asks Eddie to move in with him.

Not that he hadn't wanted to ask earlier. No, Steve had thought about moving in with Eddie the first morning they woke up together. The morning light had streamed in and danced across Eddie's features as he slept peacefully in Steve's bed, his dark hair a wild mess and his cheeks flushed with sleep. Steve knew he wanted to wake up like that every morning.

He’s really proud of himself that he still managed to wait almost 11 months before he couldn't stop himself any longer. By this time they were sleeping at each other's houses all the time. Most nights were spent at Steve's because while Steve was living on his own, Eddie was still living with his Uncle Wayne.

Eddie had told Steve about growing up with his uncle because his parents had died when he was very young. He said he didn't remember them and that Wayne had always been like a father to him. It's a sentiment the old man seems to share, as he once told Steve about naming the shop and that Munson and Nephew never quite sounded right. Wayne decided to call it Munson and Son instead, explaining that as far as he was concerned, Eddie was his son. Eddie tried to hide it, but Steve had seen his eyes shine with emotion when he heard Wayne say those words so casually.

Steve really liked Wayne, and they hit it off after an initial wariness that Steve couldn't quite explain. Eddie told him that his uncle was just very protective of Eddie, who was not exactly popular around town, and that it always took him some time to trust strangers.

Wayne had watched Steve like a hawk for months. That's why Steve had decided to talk to him first about moving in with Eddie.

He had been nervous as he went up to Wayne and told him that he was going to ask Eddie to move in with him. Steve wasn't asking for permission, but he knew how much Wayne cared about Eddie, so Steve assured him that he would do everything in his power to make Eddie happy.

Wayne had put his hand on Steve’s shoulder and told him that he knew Steve cared about his nephew and that Eddie deserved someone who would do that without question. And then Wayne said the same thing Steve had heard too many times already: that the only way to really get to know your partner is to move in together, and that Wayne hoped Steve was ready for that.

When Steve asked Eddie to move in with him a week later, he thought he was ready. Hell, he thought there was nothing he could learn about Eddie that would really surprise him.

As it turned out, he was wrong.

Eddie had been hesitant when Steve asked him to move in. They were lying in bed, both naked, their skin still glistening with drying sweat. Their legs were intertwined and Eddie's head was resting on Steve's chest, his fingers dancing lazily over Steve's skin. There was cum cooling on Steve’s belly and he knew it would start to flake soon, but he was also basking in the afterglow of another mind-blowing orgasm and too content and satiated to move.

So when Eddie sighed wistfully and told Steve they had to clean up because he had to go, his work clothes were at home, and his alarm would go off in 5 hours, Steve didn't even think.

"Move in with me." Steve said, not even a real question. He felt Eddie tense in his arms for a moment before his fingers continued their dance over Steve's ribs and sides.

Marking the passage of time by the frantic beating of his heart and the racing thoughts in his mind, Steve figured it was at least half an eternity before Eddie asked, "Are you serious?”

Steve had tightened his grip on Eddie, his hand reaching for Eddie's and intertwining their fingers. "I've never been more serious. I want you to have your things here so you don't have to leave. I want to wake up next to you every morning and go to sleep with you in my arms every night. Move in with me. Please."

As he heard Eddie's sharp intake of breath at his words, Steve realized that a simple "yes" would have been enough. He didn't regret saying what he did, though.

Just as he was about to ask Eddie if everything was all right, if Steve had gone too far, if it was too much, Eddie pressed a kiss to Steve's chest, right over his trembling heart.

"Do you have any plans this weekend? I think I might need some help moving."

The move was a quick one, with Steve's jeep and Eddie's van and Wayne's help, it only took two trips to get Eddie settled into Steve's house. The rest of the day was spent barbecuing with Wayne in Steve's backyard, drinking beer and just talking. And when they said goodbye to Wayne, Eddie had taken his hand and led Steve up to their bedroom and laid Steve out on their sheets and made love to him, even though they hadn't said the words yet.

Steve had never been happier.

That had been two months ago, and for most of that time things had been perfect.

He knows that Eddie had been a little nervous at first that their different temperaments or rhythms would clash, with Eddie being a hyper ball of energy, sometimes unfocused and prone to insomnia and late nights, while Steve enjoyed his quiet times and early morning runs. But they work well together, mindful of each other's habits, needs, and boundaries, and willing to talk things out.

So why would Eddie not talk to him about the fact that once a week he would sneak out of the house in the middle of the night and come back at the crack of dawn smelling like lake water?

Steve waited for Eddie to come to him, vowing to be patient and give Eddie his space. He knows that this is Eddie's first serious relationship and that Eddie is used to doing his own thing without asking permission or telling anyone what he's up to.

But it's been weeks, and while Steve doesn't really think Eddie would cheat on him, he's still worried. It's not normal to leave your house, your bed, your boyfriend in the middle of the night, only to come back hours later without saying a word, is it? It confuses him and leaves him feeling off kilter, because why wouldn't Eddie just talk to him? He even brings it up once, says something off handed about Eddie's insomnia and if he ever goes for a walk or something when he can't sleep.

Eddie said no, lying to Steve’s face.

So when Steve feels Eddie leaving his arms and their bed again one night, he decides to follow him.

Eddie moves so cautiously, careful not to wake Steve. It is a shame for him that Steve has always been such a light sleeper. With his eyes closed and his breathing deliberately even, Steve listens as Eddie gets dressed and gently closes their bedroom door behind him. He smiles to himself as he hears the telltale creak of the loose stair that Eddie never manages to avoid, and the smile grows even fonder as he hears Eddie cursing softly to himself.

Steve follows him as soon as the front door closes, only slipping into his favorite pair of gray sweats and a hoodie he steals from Eddie before dashing after him. On his way out of the house, he notices that Eddie has left his car keys behind.

Slipping out the front door, Steve looks around, trying to decide which way Eddie most likely went. He remembers the smell of lake water on Eddie, so his best guess is Devilfish Lake. It's a short walk from Steve's house, no more than ten, maybe fifteen minutes on foot if you knew the shortcut behind the last house on the road.

And sure enough, there on the dirt road behind Mrs. Benson's house, a few feet in front of him, he sees a dark figure that must be Eddie. His long legs take wide strides, carrying him down the road fast.

For someone who claims to hate running, or any exercise for that matter, Eddie is surprisingly fit and hard to catch.

Which is good, because Steve wants to know what Eddie’s been up to before he talks to him, so Eddie can't know he's here yet.

Steve tries so hard to stay out of Eddie's sight that it takes him a minute to realize that he has actually lost sight of him. One moment he was walking in front of Steve and the next he's gone.

Shit.

Walking faster, he thinks about just calling for Eddie, his plan be damned. It's not exactly cold, but the nights here do get chilly, and in his haste he forgot to put on his shoes before he ran after Eddie. He just wants to go home, preferably with his boyfriend, and curl up in bed. And tomorrow they have to sit down and talk, because -

Before Steve can finish his thought, he hears a loud splash coming from the lake. It sounds like something big hit the water, something like a human body.

Eddie's body.

Eddie, who told him he couldn't swim when Steve asked him to join him for his morning laps in the lake.

It's not even a conscious decision when he starts running toward the pier, his legs pumping as fast as they can.

"Eddie!" He calls, his voice frantic. "Where are you?"

The ground changes beneath his feet, the earthy soil of the path giving way to the wooden planks of the pier, and his bare feet carry him almost all the way to the edge before he stops. His eyes search the lake for any sign of Eddie, but the water is still beneath him. Small waves lick at the wood of the pier, but the surface is flat and unbroken, with no trace of him.

"Eddie!" He shouts again, cupping both hands over his mouth to carry his voice over the lake. Fuckfuckfuck. Every minute he wastes calling for him, Eddie could be sinking deeper and deeper to the bottom, slowly drowning...

His hoodie hits the ground next to him and his sweatpants follow. Steve’s going to go in and the only thing they're going to do is pull him down as they get soaked with water.

He steps closer to the edge of the pier, arms raised above his head, ready to jump in when Eddie's voice stops him.

"No!" Eddie yells. "Steve, stop!"

Startled, Steve does.

Instead of jumping in, he scans the lake with his eyes until he sees Eddie's head above the surface, floating in place, the water around him barely rippling. He must be at least 700 feet away.

"Eddie? What are you doing? Are you hurt?" He asks, his voice lower than before, his tone confused. Eddie doesn't seem hurt, but why would he be in the water if he can't even swim?

Although, with the way he's still floating in place, it looks like he's doing just fine in the water. But why would Eddie lie to him about not being able to swim?

Steve wraps his arms around himself, a shiver running through his body. The air is cold as it whispers across his bare skin.

"I don't know what's going on." He hates how small his voice sounds.

Eddie makes a sound of distress and before Steve can blink, he's so much closer, just a few feet away. Steve didn't even see him move. Above them, the moon is full and bright in the night sky, its light illuminating Eddie's beautiful face. It looks pale in the cold light, his eyes huge and sparkling, somehow seeming even bigger than they usually are.

"Steve." He breathes out, a look of pure heartbreak on his face, and Steve has no idea what it all means, but it scares him. Eddie should never look like this, nervous, almost afraid. But most of all sad. "Please, Stevie, go home. You're shaking."

Steve takes a step toward him, but Eddie puts more distance between them immediately. Again, he moves too fast for Steve's brain to register. He’s now right on the edge, his weight balanced precariously on his heels, and Eddie is looking at him from way too far away for Steve's comfort.

"Not without you." When Eddie doesn't move, Steve adds, "Please. Just...come home with me? We don't even have to talk right now. I just... want to go home with you."

Another shiver runs through his body and he sits down on the edge of the pier, his knees tucked into his chest and his arms wrapped around them. He won't leave without Eddie. Steve doesn't even know why this is so important, but something in him feels that he has to stay, has to go with Eddie, otherwise he will lose him.

This time, as Eddie swims toward him, he's slower than before, almost hesitant, ready to bolt at Steve's first move. It still looks faster, more fluid, than anyone else he's ever seen swim. And Steve has been captain of the swim team for years.

He waits with bated breath for Eddie to approach him, and this time Eddie comes even closer. But he still leaves enough space between them that Steve can only see his head and neck where they stick out of the water. Something tells him that if he jumped in now, Eddie would be across the lake in seconds.

Looking into Eddie’s wide eyes, Steve sees so much emotion in them that his heart aches in his chest. He's also almost certain that the wetness on Eddie's cheeks isn't just lake water.

"Eddie?" Steve tries again when it seems like all Eddie can do is look at him with his hauntingly sad eyes. Steve wants to take him in his arms, run his hand through his hair like he always does when Eddie is having a bad day, and tell him that everything will be all right. They will figure it out, whatever it is.

He wants to tell Eddie he loves him.

"I'm so sorry, Stevie. I... I can't. Please go home, I promise I'll be there soon. But I... You have to go. I can't lose you, so you have to go."

Nothing about this makes sense to Steve, but Eddie sounds like he's in pain, his voice cracking. This time Steve is sure he sees tears on his face. There's also something desperate and wild in his eyes, like he's genuinely afraid of... of Steve.

"You're scaring me, Eddie. I don't know what's going on, but I can help you. I want to help you. Please. Talk to me."

Eddie swims even closer (more like glides) and Steve slowly lowers his legs, unfolding himself until his feet rest in the water beneath him. The water is surprisingly warm, the late summer days still clinging to it.

Steve can see something dark moving in the water beneath him, but he doesn't pay much attention. It's probably a fish or an eel. As far as he knows, nothing dangerous lives in these waters.

"Stevie..." Eddie starts again, his eyes searching Steve's and there is so much naked longing on his face. "I can't. I couldn't survive if you thought I was a freak like the rest of them, that you would be disgusted with me." Eddie's eyes beg him to understand, to not make him do this, to save them both. "You'll hate me. Or worse. You'd be afraid of me.”

"I could never hate you, Eddie. Or be afraid of you. Only ever for you." He takes a deep breath, thinking about finally saying those three little words that have been on his mind for months. He never said them before because he was afraid it would be too much, too fast.

That he would scare Eddie away because he knows Eddie has some baggage, that he can get skittish and overwhelmed at times with their relationship. Steve is still surprised that Eddie agreed to move in with him, if he's being honest.

But maybe it's time to let Eddie see the depth of his devotion to him, even if he can't say it back yet.

"Eddie, I -"

Something touches his leg, stopping him in mid-sentence. Something alive. It's firm, feeling smooth and warm against his skin as it slides from his heel up his calf to his knee, a soft touch, almost like a caress.

"OhmyGod." Steve whimpers as another joins the first, gently exploring his other leg, going as far as his thigh, and he has to force himself to look down. When he does, it's just in time to see two long black vines wrapped around his legs before they disappear as suddenly as they had appeared.

"What the -"

"I'm sorry," Eddie cuts him off, sounding horrified, staring at Steve's legs with an expression somewhere between horror and...shame?

Eddie has put some distance between them again. Steve looks from Eddie's face to his own legs and back to Eddie, slowly beginning to put the pieces together. Eddie's reluctance to come closer, his fear that Steve might hate him or be afraid of him, the black vines that only appeared when Eddie came closer.

"Eddie...what's going on? Were those, those things yours?"

He wishes he could take back the word "things" as soon as he says it, because Eddie pulls back again, his face shuttering, and Steve hates himself for putting that look on Eddie's face.

"It's okay if they were, I promise. I was just... surprised, is all." Steve tries to reassure, his hand reaching out to Eddie, desperate to get him to come back, to get close again. Let Steve touch him.

What he doesn't expect is Eddie's harsh laughter at his words, bursting out of him as if he couldn't help it. It almost sounds like a sob to Steve.

"It's not okay. You don't... you have no idea." Eddie's hands are buried in his hair, his frustration in every line of his beautiful face. His hands look different, Steve notices. Darker, shimmering in the moonlight, and his fingers look longer somehow.

"Steve, I'm a monster." Eddie almost spits out the word monster as if it's something vile. The words sound painful, spilling from him like from a freshly opened festering wound.

A monster. That's just... Steve doesn't even know. Laughable. Because Eddie, his sweet, goofy boyfriend, a monster? The same guy who fell out of a tree trying to save a kitten. Who still spends every Sunday with his Uncle Wayne, even hungover and sleep-deprived the few times he and Steve have gone to the nearest town for a night out. Eddie, who reads to Steve when Steve can't sleep and plays him sappy love songs on his acoustic guitar. The man who holds his hand when they fuck and looks into his eyes with every thrust, who kisses him when he comes, every time. That same guy is supposed to be a monster?

"That's not true." Eddie snorts derisively, but Steve continues. "You're not a monster. You're just Eddie. My Eddie. You always will be." Steve sees Eddie move again, incremental movements that bring him closer to Steve. "Nothing will change who you are."

His expression carefully blank, Eddie comes even closer. But Steve knows him, knows his face and all its many expressions better than his own, and he can tell that there is hope glimmering in his eyes.

"You mean these won't change who I am?" He asks Steve, showing him exactly what touched his legs earlier. They are not vines, but tentacles. Many of them, varying in thickness and length, all black and smooth as they break the surface and hover around Eddie. Steve can't help the sound that slips from his mouth, too surprised to catch it before it falls out and reaches Eddie's waiting ears, confirming all his worst fears.

Eddie laughs again, the sound just as joyless and harsh as the first time. "I knew it. Of course, this changes everything. Who would want to be with someone, something, like me?"

Eddie is so quick to assume the worst, to believe the worst, that Steve can't keep his voice from rising in frustration.

"I do, okay? I fucking do. They just caught me off guard. You gotta let me get my head around this for a second. I wasn't expecting... any of this when I followed you here, and I should be allowed to take a second."

He looks into Eddie's eyes and realizes how much closer he is again. This close, Steve can see more changes: Eddie's canines are longer where they nervously gnaw at his lower lip, his eyes are bigger, darker, than before, and his skin is paler, almost reflecting the moonlight. There's something different about him, but at the same time, he's still Eddie.

"I want to be with you. Tentacles or not, human or not. You're still Eddie. You're still the man I love."

Eddie gasps at Steve's words, obviously not expecting to hear those words from him. Especially now.

"Stevie..." he breathes out, reverently, and once again he moves faster than Steve's eyes can follow. He stops at Steve's shins and his hands touch Steve's ankles tentatively, as if he's still not sure if he's allowed. His tentacles seem to have no such qualms as they slide up Steve's calves again, and Eddie curses as he pulls them back.

Steve somehow misses them already.

He reaches out and sighs in relief when his hand finally touches Eddie, running through his wet curls.

"I love you, Eddie. All of you. Every single appendage." Steve adds the last part with a playful grin, and it elicits a smile, however small, from Eddie.

"Are you...sure?"

Instead of answering, Steve bends down, his hands cupping Eddie's face as he pulls him into a surprisingly sweet kiss. Eddie still tastes the same, his lips soft but firm against his. Eddie's tongue teases along the seams of Steve’s lips and it's warm and wet as it slides into his mouth, exploring it with a single-minded devotion as if it's been months instead of mere hours since their last kiss.

Steve can't help but moan into it and he feels Eddie's fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs in response. More and more tentacles have begun to creep up his legs as Eddie loses himself in their kiss, and Steve feels them teasing along his bare skin. Like Eddie's tongue, they feel warm and wet as they slide along his skin, some kind of fluid on their insides making the glide easier. Still, some of them get stuck to his skin with their suckers and it feels like Eddie is giving him hickeys on his thighs. Steve wonders if they'll leave suction cup shaped bruises.

It feels strange, not like anything Steve's ever felt before, but it's not unpleasant. It's just a lot. They seem to be everywhere and every touch, every caress, every suck sends another thrill through him. Steve is used to Eddie's hands as they map and explore his body until Steve is a withering mess begging to be touched, fucked, anything. Everything.

It feels like that, but more.

One of the tentacles finds its way between his legs, teasing along his shaft where it still rests mostly soft against his thigh, and he gasps into Eddie's eager mouth. The sound makes Eddie pull back, apologies already spilling from his lips, but Steve's hand on the back of Eddie's head keeps him from pulling too far away.

Their faces are still close as Steve whispers in the sacred space between them, "I...like it. Them. They feel good."

Eddie searches his face for any trace of a lie, but he finds none, because Steve is not lying when he says he likes the way they feel on him. He wants to feel Eddie's tentacles on every inch of his body, he wants them to wrap around him and hold him tight. He wants to touch them with his hands and find out how smooth they really are.

"Can I join you in the water, Eddie? Wanna be closer."

Steve presses another kiss to Eddie's stunned lips and that's enough to spur Eddie into action. His tentacles slowly begin to wrap around Steve, surrounding him on all sides as they pull him closer to Eddie. He wraps his own legs around Eddie's hips and feels the base of the tentacles somewhere on Eddie's lower torso. His hand is still on the back of Eddie's head, the other wrapped around Eddie's shoulder.

Their mouths are only inches apart and the world has stopped on its axis, waiting for them to take the final step, to fall somewhere from which they cannot return.

"You sure you want this?" Eddie asks, giving him one last chance to back out, to change his mind.

Steve has never been more sure. "I want you."

The tentacles on his body tighten and Eddie pushes forward into Steve's arms, wrapping his own around Steve and pulling him into the lake.

The water surrounds him on all sides, warm against his cold skin, and he tightens his grip on Eddie, trusting him to bring them both back to the surface. And Eddie does, their heads breaking through the water at the same time. Steve blinks the water out of his eyes and is rewarded when Eddie's face comes back into focus. He's still looking at Steve like he's not sure if this is okay, still worried that Steve will realize at any moment that he's in the arms of a monster.

Steve cups Eddie's face in his palm, his eyes soft as he looks at his boyfriend. "I want you, Eddie. I love you."

Turning his head, Eddie presses a kiss to Steve's palm. He looks back at Steve through his lashes, and Steve can see all the love he feels reflected back at him.

"I love you too. So much, you have no idea. I was so scared of losing you. I hated keeping this from you. I'm sorry, I shoulda trusted you -" Eddie begins to babble, the palpable relief coming off him in waves turning into a nervous energy that Steve is already all too familiar with.

"Shh, it's okay. I know."

A particularly adventurous tentacle wraps around his waist and Steve can't help himself, he has to touch it. His fingers run along the smooth and surprisingly warm flesh and Eddie whimpers softly in his arms.

Oh.

Steve grins at Eddie and he knows his face looks smug as hell as his fingers continue to stroke along the flesh of Eddie's appendage.

"They're, uh... they're sensitive," Eddie stutters, his cheeks gaining some color in the still bright light of the full moon above them. His tentacles really seem to have a life of their own, for while Eddie seems embarrassed by his reaction, his tentacles demand more of Steve's attention.

Another joins the one wrapped around his waist and Steve lets go of Eddie completely, still blindly trusting him to keep them both afloat so he can use both hands to explore their texture. They seem to writhe under his attention, as does Eddie, his hands clutching Steve's back, his nails leaving welts on his skin.

"Fuck," Eddie moans as Steve's finger runs over one of the suckers attached to his stomach. "It feels like you're touching my dick, ohmygod." Steve feels Eddie's hips moving between his legs, subtle thrusts that he can't seem to help.

Steve wants to see how Eddie reacts when he takes one of his tentacles in his mouth.

"Has no one ever touched them before?" Steve can't help but ask, feeling a strange sense of possessiveness over this part of Eddie. Neither of them were virgins the first time they had sex, but this is somehow more intimate. Something that should only belong to Steve.

Eddie bites his lip, trying to hold back his needy sounds and shakes his head.

That won't do.

"I want to hear you say it, baby. Has anyone else had their hands on your tentacles before? Or am I the only one?" Eddie's still biting his lips with those fucking prolonged canines, and Steve wants them on his body, marking it, brandishing him as Eddie's. He thumbs at them, gently prying Eddie's mouth open. " C'mon, lemme hear you."

Another whimper breaks free and with it the thing Steve wanted to hear so badly. "Just you. No one else. Only you."

"Good. They're mine."

Eddie's lips are on his with a hunger he's never felt before. It's like Eddie's trying to crawl inside him, their kiss all teeth and tongue, wet and dirty and so fucking perfect that Steve thinks he could come from that alone.

"I love you so much," Eddie pants into his mouth, unable to stop kissing Steve for more than those few words. Warmth spreads through Steve's body from the way Eddie kisses him, from the sound of those words coming out of Eddie's mouth and from the way he sounds so fucking reverent when he says them.

As Eddie loses himself in their kisses, his tentacles become more and more adventurous. They're everywhere, on Steve's thighs, his waist, between his shoulder blades. One is curling across his chest right now, it's suckers on his nipples, sending electric jolts of arousal straight to his achingly hard cock. Another plays with the head of his weeping cock, spreading more of that slippery liquid on it, and it's tip teases his slit, causing Steve to whine into Eddie's open mouth.

Eddie must have noticed the same thing. "Shit, you're bleeding. I didn't mean to..."

Steve is licking over his lip to pick up the red droplets when the tentacle that is still resting around his neck moves again, it's tip prodding at his bleeding lip. The tentacle also brushes Steve's tongue and some of the clear liquid drips onto his tongue. It tastes sweet, almost like honey, and before Steve knows what he's doing, he closes his lips around Eddie's appendage and sucks it into his mouth.

The taste of it explodes over his taste buds and Steve feels his head become light again, almost as if he's floating. He doesn't even realize that he's licking and sucking on the flesh in his mouth until he feels Eddie's hands fall to his ass, grabbing it hard and grinding his thick, hard cock against it as high-pitched moans and whimpers continue to pour out of him.

There must be something in the fluid coming from Eddie's tentacles, some chemical that makes Steve feel drugged, his body lax and his mind hazy with lust.

"SteveSteveSteve," Eddie almost chants, and nothing has ever sounded sweeter to Steve's ears than his desperation. His own cock is trapped between their bodies and he hitches his hips to get some kind of friction, but it's not enough.

"Fuck me, Eddie. Fuck me with them, I need them to fill me up, please." Steve begs around the appendage in his mouth and he feels more fluid squirt out of the suckers, almost like a cock dripping pre-cum. This feels like sucking Eddie's cock, the way the flesh throbs in his mouth, warm and thick, but also different. Heady and addictive.

Steve's hands wrap around the girth, forcing it in and out of his mouth until more of the sweet liquid comes out and fills his mouth. He moans around it, wanting nothing more than to be stuffed full of Eddie's cum.

As if they can hear his thoughts, another tentacle joins the one in his mouth, making his jaw ache as they pry it open so they can both fit inside. Then a third, thinner than the other two, begins thrusting in and out between them. It goes deeper and deeper with each thrust, hitting his soft palate and teasing his throat until it opens for it.

Liquid collecting along the flesh begins to drip down his throat, relaxing his muscles further as he chokes on the thick tentacles filling his mouth. A broken moan gurgles up his throat, the vibration of it enough to reward him with more thick spurts from the tentacles in his mouth.

While his mouth is being stuffed, the rest of Eddie's appendages are not finished with him.

Eddie's hands are still gripping Steve's ass tightly, not moving so much as holding Steve in place as his tentacles continue to explore and worship his body. The one that's been teasing the head of his cock begins to slowly jerk him off, its grip just the right side of too much but the pace maddening. Steve wants to thrust into it, but more tentacles have joined those around his waist and chest, and even more have wrapped around his thighs, effectively tying him down and restricting his movement.

"Fuck, you should see yourself, so beautiful, so perfect. I can't believe we could have done this the whole time." Eddie sounds as out of it as Steve feels, his voice raspy and so low Steve can feel it reverberating through his body.

Steve realizes that the tight coil in his groin is ready to snap, his muscles trying to tense despite the relaxing effect of the tentacle's pre-cum in his system.

Just when he thinks he can't take it anymore, Steve feels another tentacle slide along the sensitive inside of his thighs. It slips between his legs, forgoing his cock to wrap around his balls, squeezing them tightly enough to stave off his impending climax.

He tries to whine around the thick flesh still fucking in and out of his throat, and comes out sounding muffled and desperate.

Eddie shushes him gently. "Shh, sweetheart, I know. I know. But I thought you wanted me to fuck you and I could tell you were already ready to make a mess between us."

Another muffled whimper.

"You still want me to fuck your needy hole, stuff it until your belly bulges with how full you are?"

The groan that fights its way past his mouthful sounds pained, the mental image almost enough to make him come anyway, no matter how much Eddie squeezes his balls.

It's Eddie's turn to look smug. "Thought so. I will be so good to you, sweetheart. You'll get what you want, I promise."

The tentacle that has been squeezing Steve's balls loosens its grip and slips behind his balls to his taint, stroking along it with just enough pressure to slowly drive him crazy. He wants it to go further, to sink into him, his hole clenching around nothing in needy desperation.

It doesn't. Instead, he feels the tip of a thinner one nudge his hole, spreading some of its liquid over it. It's the sweetest kind of torture when the tip dips inside him, stroking his opening, relaxing it and lubing it up at the same time. Preparing him to take more, so much more.

Steve feels Eddie's grip on his hips loosen and the tentacles holding him down follow his lead, allowing Steve to move again. "It's your show, sweetheart. You can play with them however you want."

The tip pushes deeper into him, the flesh inside of him hardening, ready for Steve to fuck himself on it. He pushes down and feels it sink deeper, his muscles giving way easily. He begins to undulate his hips, slowly fucking the appendage in and out of him.

It's maddening, not nearly enough, and he whines unhappily.

Eddie's hand comes up and cups his cheek, thumb stroking along his cheekbone. "Another one?"

Steve nods, his eyes pleading. He wants to tell Eddie to give him two more, he doesn't care, they've taken it slow enough. But his mouth is still full, and he loves the way the tentacles gag him, forcing him to communicate by whimpering and moaning.

Thank God Eddie doesn't need words to know what Steve needs.

He feels another tentacle pushing at his hole, its tip also slipping in with ease. But the further it sinks in, the thicker it gets, stretching him further and further around it. With the added girth it definitely rivals Eddie's thick cock, the feeling of them spearing him open just as good.

Until the tentacles start to take turns fucking him, no set rhythm or rhyme to it, keeping Steve on edge the whole time. The slick squirt from the suckers must be dripping out of him by now and he wishes they were somewhere dry so he could feel it. As it is, all he can feel is the thick flesh going into him like a knife sinking into butter, and before his next whimper has finished crawling up his throat, Eddie is sinking another thick one into him.

There is no teasing this time, just one smooth thrust that causes Steve to throw his head back in ecstasy.

"Oh my God, Steve, you're perfect, so perfect, I love you so much, the way you just take them, driving me crazy, I'm so fucking close," Eddie sounds almost delirious with lust, like Steve really is driving him crazy, making him feel so good he's about to lose it.

The thought makes him clench around the tentacles inside him, desperate to make Eddie feel even better, to make him feel as good as Steve. His tongue begins to rub along the suckers on the underside of the ones in his mouth and he can feel the spurts of pre-cum getting thicker, their taste even sweeter now. He drinks it down greedily, its effect on him not fading.

Steve's hands let go of the appendages in his mouth and instead search blindly for Eddie's hands. When he finds them, he laces their fingers together and grips Eddie's hands tightly, signaling that he's close as well. He brings their joined hands to his stomach, untangles the fingers, and presses Eddie's palms against his skin.

"Fuck, I can feel them." Eddie sounds awed, and when he looks up at Steve, there is an expression of naked hunger on his face. "Think you can take another one?"

For Eddie, Steve would take another ten.

He really wants another one too, the feeling of being stuffed to the brim is intoxicating, the constant pressure against his sweet spot and the way the sensitive nerve endings at his entrance feel overwhelmed again and again with every thrust stretching him wide. He's never been so full, never felt like this, and he already knows they need to do this again.

He nods, his fingers entwining with Eddie's once more, his palms resting on the backs of Eddie's hands. As Eddie slowly enters him with another thick limb, he chokes on the overwhelming sensation. His hole clenches almost painfully around the intrusion, the circumference almost too much, even with the relaxing effect of the tentacle's fluid, and Steve whimpers.

Before the sensation can become unpleasant, the tentacle around his cock quickened its pace, adding to the pleasure and overriding any discomfort Steve might have been feeling.

The tentacles in Steve's mouth pulse and writhe, the pre-cum squirting from them overflowing his mouth, dripping from the corners and running down his chin. He can tell that Eddie is close, too, and Steve knows he's holding back because he needs Steve to come first.

As if reading his mind, Eddie whimpers brokenly. "Steve, fuck, you feel perfect around me. God, I wish you could fuck me right now, your perfect cock inside me as I fuck you with my tentacles, my cock rubbing against your belly bulge."

It's Eddie's words, the picture he paints, that pushes Steve over the edge and he comes in thick spurts between them. His inner muscles clench rhythmically around Eddie, his girth almost too much to handle.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," Eddie chants, and Steve feels him coming everywhere.

Eddie's hips buck up, forcing his cock between Steve's cheeks and it jerks against him as Eddie comes in thick spurts. They quickly dissolve in the water, but he can feel their warmth.

Even more overwhelming is the feeling of his tentacles squirting thick ropes of cum into his mouth and ass. It's so much that it keeps spilling out of his holes, filling him to the brim with Eddie's release. Their hands are still joined above his stomach and Eddie stares at him in shock as Steve's belly expands even more.

"Stevie, fuck, look at you. So beautiful when you're filled with my cum, your belly feels so big," Eddie sounds like he's having a religious experience and Steve is not far behind. In his mind he can see how his hole will be gaping when Eddie pulls out and he knows he will feel the way they just fucked for hours, if not days. The thought causes another thin rope of cum to spurt from his already softening cock.

Eddie carefully pulls his appendages out of Steve's mouth and ass, mindful of the overstimulated flesh. They slide out easily with the way Steve's whole body is limp after his release.

Once they're out of his body, Steve sinks into Eddie's arms like a puppet whose strings have been cut, letting Eddie hold his weight. Eddie's hand comes up and runs through Steve's hair, his chest rumbling with the soothing sounds he makes against Steve's head.

"That was..." Steve begins, but he doesn't even know how to finish the sentence, feels like there are no words in the English language sufficient to describe how he feels.

"The best thing that ever happened to me," Eddie suggests, and Steve hums in agreement. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me, Steve." Eddie adds, planting a kiss on Steve's ear. "I never thought anyone could want me, love me, knowing what I am."

This causes Steve to leave his comfortable resting place against Eddie's neck and look into Eddie's eyes as he says, "I think I've been in love with you since we christened my Jeep. I wanted to tell you that first morning you made us burnt toast for breakfast. But I was so afraid to tell you because I thought it was too much. That I was too much."

There's sadness in Eddie's eyes, and Steve doesn't know if it's for Eddie or for Steve. Maybe for both of them. They've both been so afraid to show the other who they really are for so long.

Eddie's lips find his in a kiss that is almost painfully soft, just their mouths pressing their love into each other's bodies, their tongues writing their devotion on each other's souls. When Eddie pulls away, his eyes are as soft as his kiss.

"You can never be too much, Steve. The way I want you? It scares me sometimes. No matter how much you want, how much you need, how much you love? I'm meeting you every step of the way."

Tears form in his eyes at Eddie's words, and his heart beats so loudly in his chest that he's sure Eddie must hear it.

"Marry me."

Steve surprises them both with his words, judging by Eddie's eyes, which are as wide as his own must be, but he doesn't take them back. He just adds, "Not today. Or tomorrow. It doesn't even have to be this year or the next, but someday I want you to be my husband."

The way Eddie's arms tighten around him should be answer enough, but his heart still soars as Eddie presses kisses all over his face, each one accompanied by another breathless yesyesyes.

It's only when Steve starts to shiver in his arms that Eddie stops peppering every inch of skin he can reach with kisses.

"You're cold," Eddie says and Steve can't help but laugh.

"Brilliant observation, Sherlock. How come you're not?"

Eddie just shrugs, "No idea. I don't feel the cold as much when I'm like this. It would suck in the winter otherwise."

This makes Steve pause. "You come here in the winter too? But the lake freezes over."

“Don’t I know. Wayne is helping me clear some of it off further down the shore so I can get in easier. I can show you next winter. For now we should get out. "

With that, Eddie swims them closer to the pier and helps Steve up onto it, because Steve's legs still feel like jelly. As Eddie lifts himself out of the water, Steve sees his tentacles in all their glory for a moment before they retract back into Eddie's body. His hands also return to their normal color and shape, and his face loses that otherworldly look.

He's just Eddie again.

Steve can't wait for the next time they can do this. But for now, he just opens his arms and Eddie immediately steps into his warm embrace.

"Let's go home, my love."

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m00nlight-ramblings · 3 months

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Like Real People Do: Chapter 2

Chapter 2 of "Like Real People Do"

After a slight mishap in the admissions office, you find yourself in the same History class as Eddie, pushing your friendship forwards (thanks to the help of Dustin Henderson).

Read Chapter 1 here

Pairing: Eddie x AFAB reader (named "Brooke" because I hate using Y/N, but will also be using "you" to make it reader-centric!)

Warnings: Swearing, dual pov. This entire series is 18+ MINORS DNI!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I'm so happy so many people are liking this one...I love writing about Eddie *kicking my feet*. I've also noted that some people are wanting a tag list for this one, so if you want to be added, let me know!

The heat inside the class room was stifling – one last heat spike seemed to be in full effect in Hawkins, and the lack of air conditioning inside Hawkins High really put a damper on any chance of comfortability. Eddie fanned himself with his hand, rolling his eyes at the sweat he felt pooling slightly at his collar.

Mr. Binkins, the history teacher, was droning on an on about World War I, much to the dissatisfaction of what seemed like the whole class. Eddie’s eyes wandered to outside the window, Mr. Binkins’ voice slowly morphing into the Charlie Brown adults – womp womp WOMP wOmP womp. This was his second time taking this particular class, and even though he got a D+ the last time, he had still retained the information somewhat.

In other words, he was really, really bored.

Eddie resisted the urge to start tapping a drum beat to the latest Metallica song he heard on the radio, his pencil resting between his fingers, ready for him to say “when”. No…he wouldn’t be that annoying in first period – besides, Mr. Binkins would probably tell him to stop within 10 seconds of him starting, and where the hell was the fun in that?

His mind wandered, running down his usual daydream subjects: music, his DnD campaign, the newest issue of Playboy Wayne was hiding under his bed that he thought Eddie had no idea about…

You.

He sat straighter in his seat. You’d been in classes for a few days now, but Eddie had only seen you in the hallway a couple of times. You’d pass by and offer a polite smile, or even a friendly wave, and he would return the favor. He noticed you hadn’t seemed to be initiated into any cliques yet, and that you were equally friendly to everyone you came across whenever he saw you. At lunch, you were either sitting by yourself, or not there at all. Eddie hadn’t gotten the courage to ask you to sit with him and the Hellfire Club just yet.

Suddenly, the door to the classroom opened and in you walked, holding your books in front of you. Eddie’s heart lurched and he furrowed his brows.

Had he…conjured you? Like straight up wizard-ed you into the classroom?

“Can I help you?” Mr. Binkins asked, all heads turning to you. You offered him a smile – your trademark smile – and handed him a pink slip from the office.

“I was apparently put in the wrong history class for the past few days. The office told me I should’ve been in this one.” You scanned the class quickly, and when your eyes passed by Eddie’s, you deepened your smile, causing Eddie to blush.

Jesus, dude. Get a grip! You thought, slouching in your chair again to try and regain any sense of cool you had left in your body.

“Huh. Okay, Miss…Henway. Welcome! Tell the class a little about yourself.” He gestured to the rest of class and you turned.

“Okay. Um…hi,” You offered a little wave, “I’m Brooke. I moved here from Ohio at the end of June…um…” You made a face, pursing your lips together to try and think of something, “I’m a junior? And I work at the library. And I have a dog! Her name is Molly. Um…I think that’s it?”

“Very good. Have a seat anywhere that’s empty. Quite exciting…not only that you’re a new student, but that you’re in a senior class! Very good.” Mr. Binkins clapped his hands together, “Now, as soon as Miss Henway takes her seat, we can continue you.”

Eddie watched you scan the room again, and once you noticed the empty desk next to him, you made your way over, sitting in the seat and plopping your books on the desk. You turned to him and smiled.

“Hi again.”

“Hey,” He said, returning the smile. Lowering his voice down to a whisper, he spoke again, “So you’re in this class now? Cool.”

You nodded, “Yep. I guess the office messed up. Based on my transcripts I should be in this class. Do you know what page we’re on?” You asked, point to the textbook. Eddie shrugged.

“No idea?”

You raised your hand, “Sorry, Mr. …”

“Binkins.” The teacher said, turning around from the blackboard.

“Right. Mr. Binkins, what page are we on?”

“33.”

“Great, thanks.” You started flipping through the book and snorted, your eyes darting over to Eddie. You whispered, “I don’t mean to sound rude but…Mr. Binkins sounds like he should be related to Bilbo Baggins with a name like that.”

Eddie chuckled and his heart flipped. “Fan of ‘The Hobbit’?”

“I read a lot.” You shrugged and gave him one last smile before turning your attention back to the lesson.

Eddie leaned back in his chair, his mind starting to swirl. So, he had met a cute – beautiful, really – girl, who was also really nice, and now in one of his classes. And on top of that, she seemed to share some similar interests? He blew out some air, trying to slow down the rapid pace of his heart.

He had a feeling he was going to be in a lot of trouble.

Lunch period came quickly – thank god – and once you had grabbed your tray from the cafeteria lady, you turned to face the lunchroom. You had spent your lunch periods either sitting by yourself at the end of a table, in the library, or taken in by various random students like an orphaned colonial child. Which, really, you didn’t mind – you didn’t mind being by yourself all that much, especially when you remembered to bring something to read, or had some homework to catch up on.

You started to make your way to your favorite empty table when you heard a voice shouting behind you. “Hey! Hey!” Turning, you saw Dustin, waving his arms in the air with enthusiasm. Eddie and Mike were sitting next to him, hanging their heads in embarrassment. The other few at the table were snickering, smiling at you. Dustin waved you over and motioned to sit.

You sat down across from Eddie, sliding your bookbag underneath the table. “Hi, everyone.” You greeted.

“Hi! I’m so happy I noticed you walking to your usual empty table – you should sit with us instead from now on!” Dustin said, sitting back in his seat and smiling, “If you want!”

“Oh, thanks!” You said, “Yeah, maybe I will, if you don’t mind.” You eyed Eddie and he immediately smiled back at you, nodding slowly.

“Yeah, sure, of course.” He said.

“Great, then it’s settled! You can be apart of the lunch crew!” Dustin smiled proudly and ripped into his sandwich, chewing with his mouth open slightly, “How have your first few days been?”

You shrugged, pushing the salad you had gotten around with your fork, “Oh, it’s fine. I like school so it’s not too bad, but…” You trailed off, crossing your feet at the ankle, “Just an adjustment, is all.”

“Have you made any friends?”

“Dude!” Mike hissed, looking at Dustin, “You can’t just like, ask a new kid if they’ve made any friends yet. That’s rude.”

“No, it’s okay!” You offered, trying to lighten the mood, “I have…kinda? No one that I’ve hung out with outside of school yet…I have a bunch of classes with Nancy? Wheeler? So we’ve been chatting. Do you know her?”

Mike rolled his eyes and Dustin barked out a laugh, “Yeah, we know her. That’s Mike’s sister!”

“Oh! Oh, okay. Cool! She’s really nice.”

“Yeah…” Mike grumbled, in only the way younger brothers could. You shoved some salad in your mouth to shut yourself up, nodding and hoping someone else would take over the conversation.

“You could hang out with us, if you wanted!” Dustin offered, leaning in, “Do you play Dungeons and Dragons?”

“Dustin…” Eddie quietly groaned, “Please stop interrogating her. She’s only been able to take like, one bite of her food because you won’t stop asking her about her life story.”

“I…don’t, sorry,” You said, “Is that the game with like…dwarves and stuff?”

“Uh-huh! It’s really cool…if I do say myself.” Dustin reminded you of an over-enthusiastic puppy, which was really endearing. You noticed that Eddie, though seemingly annoyed with him, couldn’t help but have an affectionate air towards him. “I mean, we do other stuff too…not just DnD. We do movie nights, and go to the mall, and stuff.”

“I like the mall.” You offered politely, “I like to do a lot of stuff. And I like movie nights, too.”

“Next time we have one, we’ll invite you! Right, Eddie?”

Suddenly, Dustin shot up in his seat and yelped in pain, reaching down to his foot. Everyone at the table stopped to stare at him, including yourself.

“Jesus, that hurt, Eddie! Why did you kick me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eddie said, in monotone. His eyes flickered to yours and back to Dustin, “I say we let her decide if she wants to hang out with us. Stop peer pressuring the poor lady to go to a movie night with us for Christ’s sake.”

Your heart sank a little – even though Eddie was friendly enough, it didn’t really seem like he wanted you to hang out with his group. Which was fine, since you didn’t know each other very well, but it still would’ve been nice if he had been a little more welcoming. Especially, considering you thought he was really handsome…in a rockstar, grungy kind of way.

“Um…well…I work weekends sometimes for the library so…I don’t really know my schedule. So who knows when I can even go to a movie night…” Pushing your food with your fork again, you tried your best to sound nonchalant, and not like a movie night would be the most fun you’ve had in a while.

Dustin frowned a little and took another bite of his sandwich, “Yeah, yeah. Okay…well…let us know…” He focused on his food and trailed off. You quickly looked up to Eddie, who was looking at you, but then looked away at his own food.

The rest of lunch was kind of awkward, with everyone making polite conversation about their “newest campaign” (whatever that was), and peppering questions in for you about your previous life in Ohio. Soon, the bell rang, and you made your way to the garbage can, throwing away the leftovers and sliding the tray on the collectable surface on top.

“Hey…” Eddie slid next to you, falling in line while you started to walk to your next class, “I’m sorry about Dustin. We don’t get a lot of…um, excitement? In Hawkins, so a new girl is quite a big deal for him, I guess,” He offered a smile, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.

“Oh, it’s okay. It’s kind of sweet, actually. I like him…he seems nice.”

“Yeah…he is. He’s really nice.”

Your heart felt like it was being squeezed with the obvious tenderness Eddie had for Dustin. You both walked in silence for a second before he spoke again.

“Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that the next time we do have a movie night, you are more than welcome to come. In fact, we’d love to have you. If you want, of course.” He said, avoiding eye contact. You brightened a bit.

“Yeah? Okay, then. I’d like that.”

“I’ll let you know, then. I do have to warn you, though – we usually watch strictly horror flicks.”

“Oh, no!” You squealed, a laugh rising within you, “I love horror movies but I get scared so easily…just make sure I have something to hold on to so when I jump in fear, I don’t fall off the couch!”

As soon as the words left your mouth, your mind immediately flashed an image of you in Eddie’s arms, nuzzling into his neck to hide from the movie playing on the television. Heat creeped into your neck, no doubt causing you to blush.

Eddie awkwardly cleared his throat, looking away, “Yeah, I’ll make sure to have a blanket or something…a super special blanket made to protect you from the big bad scary man on T.V.” He ended the sentence in a goofy voice, wiggling his fingers for affect. You scrunched your nose and giggled, both of you walking up to the entrance to your classroom.

Suddenly, the bell rang, giving you one minute to get to class. “Well…thanks for lunch today. And for the movie invite. I’ll see you around?” You said, smiling. Eddie nodded, rocking on his heels.

“Yeah, see you around.”

You turned to head into class and for some reason, looked back at Eddie. He was inching his way away from the door of your classroom, but made sure you were fully in your seat before walking away. Smiling to yourself, you sat down.

You were really starting to like Hawkins.

Saturday night, you found yourself in front of Eddie’s trailer, smoothing your shirt and taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. Your first time hanging out with someone from Hawkins – hanging out with anyone in months, really – and you were a bit nervous. Never mind the fact that you were seeing Eddie.

No…those nervous butterflies definitely didn’t have anything to do with that.

The trailer was on the smaller side, so you heard multiple voices right away. It seemed like you were one of the last ones to arrive, even though you were right on time. Suddenly, the door opened, and Eddie’s smiling face greeted you.

“You made it!” He said, ushering you inside. “Did you find my place okay?”

“Yeah, it was easy! You’re close to my house.” You said, walking into the trailer. Eddie shut the door behind you.

The trailer was homey – full of knick-knacks and memorabilia. Though the amount of stuff was overwhelming (in a good way), it was meticulously clean. You immediately felt at ease – almost at home.

The rest of Hellfire looked up at you in surprise. Eventually, Dustin smiled and stood up.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were coming!” He said, almost too excitedly. Immediately behind him, Mike rolled his eyes and Gareth, Jeff, and Dougie chuckled.

“Must have forgotten to mention it,” Eddie murmured quickly, guiding you to the couch, “Okay, who’s ready for the movie?!” He moved on quickly, shutting down any conversation Dustin was about to start. Dustin shot him a curious look and shrugged, heading to the kitchen.

“I’ll start to popcorn!” He called, opening the microwave.

You sat on the couch and Eddie immediately handed you a crocheted blanket. You looked at him, confused.

“The blanket…you know…to protect you from the big bad man on T.V…” He answered sheepishly, turning a light shade of scarlet. Your heart flipped at the recognition from the conversation you had a few days ago. Taking the blanket, you unfolded it and smiled.

“Oh, Eddie. Thanks. That’s so sweet.”

Eddie shrugged and sat down on the other side of the couch, leaving at least two people’s worth of space between you, “Yeah well, I couldn’t have you scared shitless your first time in my place.” He tried to wave it off like it was no big deal.

“So I’m assuming we’re watching a scary movie?”

“Not one, not two, but THREE scary movies!” Dougie said, holding up three fingers, “If you can handle it, that is.”

“Oh, she’ll be able to handle it,” Dustin said, coming back with a big bowl of popcorn. He sat next to you, offering the bowl, “Right, Brooke?”

You nodded, taking some popcorn. “I hope so.” You looked towards Eddie, only to find that he was already staring at you. When you made eye contact, he immediately looked away, fiddling with the remote in his hand. Your heart did a cartwheel, and you stifled a blush rising on your neck.

You certainly hoped so.

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Eldritch Steve

Part 11

Eddie stared at Wayne, Wayne stared back, for several long moments neither one blinked but Eddie was human and so eventually he had to.

"Arg, remind me not to get into staring contests with Eldritch beings!" Eddie yelled as he rubbed his watery eyes.

"You never once won a staring contest with me boy, no reason to start now." Wayne said with a shrug, "You want coffee, Steve?"

"You're not mad at me for telling Eddie?" Steve asked, nervously.

"Surprised it took so long." Wayne handed Steve a mug, all of them had been replaced with the new two bedroom trailer.

Steve also knew that several soldiers had gone missing when they insulted Eddie in Wayne's presence, Steve had claimed he'd overheard them talking so he'd eaten them, which had the confronting soldiers cringing back and Owens blanching and making a quick escape.

"It wasn't my secret to tell, but he needs to know what being Mated to one of us means." Steve said, holding his mug in both hands.

"He is right here." Eddie reinserted himself into the conversation, "And I know what I'm getting into, Steve told me about spawning."

Wayne looked at Eddie and then at Steve, "How much did you tell him about spawning?"

Steve blushed, "As much as I know."

Wayne stared at him and then sighed, "Settle in, the both of you, we've got a long night ahead."

Because Wayne knew just how much about Spawning Steve knew or more exactly how little he knew. Spawning alone was different than Spawning with a Mate, and with the species difference, well, there were reasons that Wayne had yet to Spawn himself, and it wasn't just Eddie appearing on his doorstep.

As Eddie's adult he had a duty to prepare him, as the last Adult of his kind he had a duty to Steve too.

For all that Steve had killed their race he was, in fact, still considered a child of their race, not much older than those kids he'd claimed as his, if Wayne wasn't slightly afraid of Steve killing him like he'd killed all the others, he'd forbid them to even think of Spawning, but Steve was dangerous, though he did not appear so and Wayne doubted Eddie's affection for him would protect him for long if he stood in Steve's way.

So, Wayne would prepare them.

Because Spawn only appeared as eggs when one parent was involved, the embryo forming inside the parent and forming the protective shell on it's journey to the outside world.

Spawn that had two parent were born live and hungry, if Steve and Eddie Spawned they would need meat, raw and the fresher the better, ready for when their babies clawed their way into the world.

Eddie would have to distract them with the meat so Steve could heal, otherwise they might feast on his flesh, they ate their own for strength, afterall.

And Wayne would not be allowed near once Steve was expecting, Steve's instincts would see him as a threat to him and the eventual young, and Wayne couldn't say he wouldn't be tempted to eat the possibly runts, it wouldn't be the first time he'd eaten the newly born, he'd eaten several of his Spawnmates when he'd clawed his way out of his birth parent and his secondary parent hadn't been quick enough to fill his belly.

Wayne didn't remember Steve's Spawning parents, it was likely they'd abandoned him early on, expecting him to die quickly, some Spawning parents would eat their defective ones but others felt the need to let the other creatures have a taste of them. It was a testament to Steve's strength that he'd survived so long on his own.

Their race wasn't kind, not even to their young.

But maybe, Wayne thought as he looked at a waiting Steve and a trying to escape Eddie, he could change that, or at least Steve and Eddie could.

A/n: like I said Ao3 is down and well, I still have nothing better to do, so enjoy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48500452?view_full_work=true

Ao3 is back, so here's the link, I didend up calling it From the Rot, for now at least, thank you for all you suggestions though. <3

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THIS!!! Can you imagine how SICK with worry Wayne has been?!!! He finds a body in his house, his boy is nowhere to be found and the subject of a manhunt, the town has freakin imploded, and NO ONE. NOT A SINGLE FACKIN SOUL THOUGHT “Hm. I bet Eddie’s uncle would want to know what really happened to him.”

COME ON!!!! WHAT THE FUCK GUYS!!!

Like, at the very least, Nancy would have told him. Nancy who spent so long trying to find Barb and eventually a way to tell her parents because she was absolutely tormented by their directionless grief? (Nancy whose first instinct on seeing Jonathan after Will's disappearance was to comfort him????) Nancy who sat with Wayne with an unsurprising amount of compassion directly after he found a gruesome scene and saw that his prime instinct in that conversation was to protect Eddie? Nancy didn't find a way to tell him???? Like, also Steve let Dustin do it alone?? After this 15 year old literally held his friend/hero as he died horribly in a hell dimension, no one is shielding Dustin from the next most gut-wrenching experience, one that seasoned medical staff have trouble with irl? None of the adults in the know or even the ones who think it was just an earthquake went to find Wayne? Where is Hopper?? Joyce???? Mods!!

Anyway that's why I'm glad Eddie isn't dead because how awful. *adjusts tinfoil hat*

#perfectly rational posts #i am not a crackpot #stranger things

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officialaemondtargaryen · 2 years

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Age Of Consent [part ten]

Summary: Dustin’s older sister thinks Eddie Munson could be a bad influence on her younger brother due to their history. Can he change her mind?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 845

What you’ll find in this series: big angst, wholesome fluff, sexual content, drug use, tobacco use, alcohol use, and a lot of profanity. This is a slow burn- buckle up, buttercup.

A/N: First of all, thank you so much for loving this series and enjoying it about as much as I enjoyed writing it. Eddie makes it so easy. I can't believe it's officially over. Second, I am working on some other one-shots and currently drafting another series- but, I won't be posting that series until after July 1. That is because I don't want to start something and then not finish it because of events that may or may not happen in the finale.

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"Are you nervous?" Dustin asked as you sprinkled a little extra spice into your mother's otherwise bland macaroni and cheese. You shrugged your shoulders and tasted the cheesy mixture, perfect.

It was Thanksgiving Day, and you had invited both Eddie and his uncle Wayne to your house for dinner. Dustin took it upon himself to also invite someone, Steve, after finding out that his parents went out of town and left him to watch the house.

"No," your little brother actually looked surprised at your response.

"No?" He asked, needing a little more clarification.

"She's going to love him," you returned with a smile. "Just like you and I do." You pulled the macaroni off of the stove and carried it over to the table to place it amongst the spread that you and your mother had worked so hard on. "And if he were here, I know Dad would have loved him, too."

"Yeah," Dustin looked down at the ground. "He would have."

"Hey," you placed a hand on his shoulder right as the doorbell rang. "He'll always be here with us, okay? You want to get the door or should I?"

"I'll get it!" You heard your mother say from the living room.

You and Dustin shared a wide-eyed look and you watched your mother waddle over to the front door. She opened it to reveal Eddie and Wayne standing on the front porch; Wayne was holding a store-bought cake in his hands and Eddie had a bouquet of flowers.

"Well, hello!" She beamed taking them both in, holding our her hand to Eddie. "You must be Eddie, Y/N has told me so much about you."

"Yes ma'am, hopefully, she told you the good things." He stepped into your foyer and took her hand in his, placing a small kiss on her knuckles. You could see your mother blushing from the other room. "Mrs. Henderson, this is my uncle Wayne."

"A pleasure to meet you, ma'am." Wayne also said, stepping in through the door. "Thank you for having us."

"Oh, it's a pleasure to have you both! Thank you for joining us! Please come on inside and make yourselves home!" She said merrily. "Is that Strawberry Shortcake?" Your mom asked glancing down at the cake in Wayne's hands. "How'd you know that was my favorite?"

Your mother and Wayne became engrossed in conversation, and you heard her mention something about how she was relieved to have another adult around and you rolled your eyes. You smiled at Eddie as he made his way through the living room over to you. He was beaming from ear to ear, unable to contain the absolute happiness that he was feeling at this very moment.

"These are for you, my girl." He held out the bouquet of flowers to you and you bit down on your lips to try and contain your own smile.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Dustin sticking his finger in his mouth and faking a gag. "Oh, don't even you twerp. You did this."

"Starting to regret it," he said as he plopped down on the couch.

You made your way into the kitchen with Eddie following close behind you. "I love you, thank you for coming," you said softly as you grabbed a vase for the flowers. "These are beautiful."

He wrapped his arms around you from behind and placed his chin on the top of your head. "You're beautiful," he said quietly into your hair. "Thank you for making me the happiest guy alive. You don't know how much I love you."

"I think I have an idea," you replied as you turned around to face him with a sly smile.

"Do you think she likes me?" He asked, eyes trailing over to your mother who was in deep conversation with Wayne.

"Did you not see her face turn as red as a tomato when you kissed her hand?" You asked laughing.

"Like mother like daughter," Eddie chimed, taking your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles as well. You rolled your eyes and placed your hands on his face, pulling him down for an actual kiss.

The doorbell rang and Eddie's brows came together in confusion. "It's Steve," you mentioned.

"Harrington?"

You nodded.

"Thank God you're here," You heard Dustin say from the living room. "Y/N and Eddie have been making out for the last twenty minutes and I hate suffering alone."

"That's gross," Steve's voice replied. "I brought Robin because I, too, hate suffering alone."

"We can eat now, everyone," Dustin announced as he stepped into the kitchen.

Steve and Robin were close behind him. While Steve looked as anxious as ever, Robin, as always, looked excited and ready to talk the ear off of anyone who was willing to listen. They both gave a small wave over to you and Eddie as they too stepped into the kitchen.

"This is going to be fun!" You said excitedly before dragging Eddie over to the table and taking your seats.

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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In the Midnight Hour Part 9

Still hard at work wrapping things up. I’m almost there, though. I’m thinking about 13 parts all total.

Also, I have times where I’ll come up with a line that I like and then I try to work into a story at some point. There is a line this part that I have been sitting on for nearly 5 years. And finally ST gave me a fandom to use it in. See if you can spot it. ;)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Eddie was right, Vecna had been furious about trying to help Steve, but he was more angry that he had attacked that mob.

Steve had spent the day with Wayne before he was able to go home. Wayne had taken the time off from the factory to make sure Robin got to school and to make sure Steve was okay.

Wayne had also spoken to Hopper about the little mob. Thankfully the tape didn’t show who had come to Wayne’s rescue. So as far as anyone else knew, it was Steve and he had past out after the fight.

Hopper had tried to get Wayne to press charges, but Wayne hadn’t been hurt and Steve wasn’t talking so the police were forced to drop the issue.

Two nights later, Wayne called Steve. “I think I have the final piece to your puzzle Steve. It’s time.”

Steve got everyone together. Dustin, Will, El, Mike, Lucas, Erika, Max (they were gathered in her hospital room), Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle, Robin, Joyce, Hopper, even Murray and Owens were there.

“We’re ready when you are, sweetie,” Joyce told Steve gently.

“Who let Steve plan?” Mike asked.

“How about you listen,” Wayne growled, “before you go about passing judgment. It’s attitudes like yours that started a witch hunt for my nephew.”

Mike’s jaw audibly snapped shut.

“Right,” Steve said looking between Joyce and Wayne who both nodded encouragingly.

He pulled out the sword that Hopper had found in the Upside Down and laid it on the table in front of him. “This is how we kill Vecna.”

Dustin leaned forward and gasped in horror. “But that’s Kas’s sword!”

The younger boys looked at each other in shock and horror.

“No, it can’t be,” Will whispered. “That would mean that Vecna has found his Kas.”

Steve nodded sadly. “Henry Creel deliberately set up the murders to be around Eddie so that Eddie would sacrifice himself, to be reborn as the half vampire, Kas.”

“The jocks!” Robin cried. “There was a vampire!”

All but the adults cried out in recognition.

“What’s been going on with the jocks?” Hopper asked, folding his arms in front of his chest.

Jonathan spoke up from the corner. “All of the jocks were lethargic and pale. The school thought that had an epidemic of mono on their hands.”

Joyce and Hopper shared concerned glances.

“It was Eddie,” Steve said softly. “I think only Robin and I cottoned on that it was a vampire after the first week.”

Robin frowned at him. “Did you know it was Eddie then?”

Steve shrugged. “I suspected. I thought Eddie was an hallucination at first.”

“Steve...” Nancy said softly. “Why didn’t you tell someone?”

Steve hung his head. “Because if I was then it meant I was important enough to be a threat.”

Everyone exchanged glances.

“Of course you’re a threat, Steve,” Max said from her bed. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

“Because I’m not smart like the rest of you,” Steve mumbled into his chest.

Wayne walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. “You’re no genius, Steve, but you’re plenty smart. And don’t let anyone tell you differently.” Wayne looked over Steve’s head to glare at Mike.

After Steve had calmed down, Wayne let him go. “Explain the rest of it, you’re doing fine.”

“Vecna is almost at full strength,” Steve continued. “He would let Eddie come visit me to haunt me, wear me down, feed on me.” He pulled his collar down to show the fading bite marks on his neck.

Dustin let out a pained cry. “That’s why Steve was sick! It wasn’t because of the mob. It was because Eddie fed from him. I thought he was our friend!”

Steve walked over to Dustin and hugged him tight. “It’s not Eddie’s fault. Vecna was starving him. Not letting him feed on anyone else. He lost control for a little bit, but he stopped. He could have killed me, but he stopped.”

“Vecna was starving Eddie?” Lucas hissed. “What the fuck?”

“Language!” Joyce said.

Lucas ducked his head as Erica snickered.

“They are connected somehow,” Steve explained, letting go of Dustin to stand back in the middle of the room. “And not just in the usual ‘step on a vine and wake him’ sort of way.”

Wayne nodded. “I figured it was something like that. I was getting emotions from Eddie that weren’t his.”

“Emotions?” Robin asked, tilting her head. “What do you mean?”

El started bouncing in her seat. “It’s really cool. Mr Munson is an empath!”

Wayne chuckled.

“Like someone who reads emotions like psychics read minds?” Will asked.

Steve snapped his fingers. “Just like that.”

“So what’s the plan?” Hopper asked.

Steve pulled out his bag and started handing out Walkmans. “Everyone gets one. And I mean everyone. You fill up a tape with your favorite songs. Even if it’s just one song on repeat, I want the whole tape filled. We don’t know who Vecna might target, so everyone gets one. Including the adults. I am not taking any chances.”

Everyone quietly took a Walkman and a cassette. El picked up one for Max.

“We’re going to close all three gates at the same time,” Steve said. “That’s going to cause the distraction we need to take Vecna down.”

“So we’re going to split up into groups again?” Dustin asked.

Steve nodded. “Only this time, an adult will be attached to each group. There’ll be five groups. El’s group which will consist of her Max and Erica, here at the hospital.”

“Do we need to get a tub of water?” Jonathan asked.

Wayne shook his head. “I’ve been working with her. She shouldn’t need it anymore, but I would suggest a parent and tub anyway to be on the safe side.”

Steve turned to Dustin. “Do you think your mom would be willing to help out?”

Dustin nodded.

“Each group will also have a walkie-talkie,” Steve continued. “I don’t want anyone out of communication. Ever.”

Everyone nodded.

“I also want everyone to give Wayne a small trinket to carry,” he said. “It has to be something you hold a strong attachment to.”

“I’m not giving anyone anything,” Murray said.

Steve looked over at him. “You wouldn’t have to, I won’t make it mandatory, but it will help in the fight with Vecna.”

Wayne smiled. “It’s so that I have a greater connection to you and your emotions.”

El cocked her head to the side. “It’s going to save Eddie.”

Suddenly there was shouting and talking over each other.

Steve let out a loud whistle. “It might. That’s the hope.”

Everyone quieted down.

He continued to explain the plan to them when he got to the end Robin frowned.

“Hold on,” she said. “Who’s going with you and Wayne to confront Vecna and Eddie?”

“No one.”

She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “Like hell you are.”

Steve sighed and ran his hands over his face. “Please...”

“Yeah,” Dustin said and Steve sighed in relief, “because I’m going with him.”

“No!” Steve protested. “If this doesn’t work, I can’t protect you.”

“Which is why I’m going, too,” Robin said.

“I don’t want anyone else hurt,” Steve protested. “Wayne and I will handle it. I promise.”

“Steve,” Jonathan said quietly.

Steve’s head snapped his direction.

“You’re going to need them for Eddie.”

“I‒” he began but the words wouldn’t come. His shoulders slumped. “Yeah, okay.”

Hopper came up and put his hand on Steve’s shoulder. “I know it’s hard to lean on other people when you’re so used to going it alone. But you’re going to have to start putting your faith in us. In all of us. We’ve been down this road before. Let us help.”

Mike looked over at Wayne before he turned to Steve. “Look, this sounds like a great plan and all. We defeat Vecna and save Eddie. Yay!” he said the last word sarcastically with a little wave of both of his hands. “But why are you doing this, Steve? We all remember you didn’t like the guy. Called him all sorts of names. Freak was a popular choice as was gremlin. So why?”

The room became so silent you could hear a pin drop, everyone waiting on baited breath for Steve’s response. The air thick with the awkwardness of the outburst.

“You’re right, Mike. But that was before I spent days trying to keep him safe from angry mobs and the Upside Down. And yeah, he’s still foul-mouth little gremlin, but he’s our foul-mouth little gremlin and we’re going to get him back.”

Mike nodded.

Steve turned to Owens for the first time. “How long will it take to get everything ready?”

Owens looked at his watch. “About twelve hours.”

Steve looked at his own watch and nodded. “I hope we make it in time.”

“Team Hospital, checking in, over,” Erica said over the walkies. She had been granted the use of the walkie-talkie because she was the only one that wasn’t going to be directly involved in any of the fighting.

“Check, over,” Steve replied.

“Team Byers, checking in, over,” Jonathan said for his team. Joyce was tasked with watching Will, so he was put in charge of communication.

“Check, over,” Steve repeated.

“Team Insanity, checking in, over,” Lucas said, but before Steve could reply. “Why the hell am I on team Insanity anyway?”

Steve laughed. “Because I need someone to keep them from doing something really crazy. And you are far more level headed than any of your friends.” And then as an afterthought. “Over.”

There was silence on the line for a moment before Lucas came back. “That’s fair, over.”

“Team Strike, checking in, over,” Nancy said. Mike couldn’t be trusted not to forget and Hopper was going to be busy.

“Check, over,” Steve said, he handed the walkie-talkie over to Dustin.

“Team Eddie, checking in, over.”

The other four teams all called back ‘check!’

Steve and his team had entered the Upside Down via the Creel House which was the gate that Hopper and the Wheelers were going to take down.

Steve looked back at Nancy and sighed. They had talked about their relationship and how it ended. Where it should go from there. They were different people with different outlooks in life and they were better off as friends.

But he still mourned the life they could have had. The life they would have had if Hell hadn’t decided to make itself a home in Hawkins.

He nodded to her and she smiled back.

“Go get your boy back,” she called.

Steve smiled.

Because that what he fully intended to do. Get his boy back. Whatever it took.

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

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themagenamedsage · 2 years

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Eddie Munson/Corroded Coffin “Making it Big” Headcanons

~ written by 🦇~

Part 2 can be found here.

***Eddie Munson lives and his name is cleared AU because he deserves no less***

***technically the 4th member of corroded coffin has no name (sad face), so I’ve named him Grant, after the actor who plays him***

Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and Grant scraped up every possible spare change they had.

Gareth and Grant had finally graduated, which meant they had the time to get “real” jobs, just like Eddie and Jeff had to before them. But with those “real” jobs, came real adult debts and other responsibilities that required money, so things were tight for a while.

But it was a group effort, and they were all in it together to save whatever money they could in order to get Corroded Coffin’s first official album produced.

After almost a year, they finally scraped up all the money they could manage to hire some guy Gareth’s cousin told them about a few towns over. Said guy had an entire little studio set up in his mother’s basement, and offered them a “friends and family” discount- which basically meant he’d take whatever money they could give him, plus other forms of payment.

Other payments included food but also included goods that Eddie was able to provide

They recorded the album in the man’s mother’s dimly lit basement, but the experience wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows.

Eddie swore the smell of mothballs would never leave his nostrils, and the group had to spend literal hours narrowing down Corroded Coffin’s expansive repertoire to come up with the ten most perfect tracks to put onto the album.

After the album was recorded, came the even harder part: making about a kajillion copies of it to distribute.

Speaking of the master copy of the album: Grant was tasked with guarding that bad boy, on pain of death. He was down to go down for the cause, though.

Once the many, many copies were made, the group mailed them off to as many record labels that they could find the information for on the East and West Coasts.

Eddie had never spent so much time in a library than he did while trying to look up all those mailing addresses information.

For a few months, nothing happened. The band would sell a couple tapes at their local shows at The Hideout, but beyond that, their precious album remained relatively unknown. But they’d done it- they had an album! If no one else saw the brilliance of their work, that was alright. They knew they had something special.

Then one day, Eddie was at work (at a local record store, AKA the most tolerable (and legal) “adult” job he could find) when he got a call. He never got calls at work, so immediately, he panicked, thinking something was wrong with Wayne.

But Wayne was the one calling- and Eddie had a call waiting for him back at the trailer.

Eddie sped, a lot, but he’d never sped home quite so fast as he did that day.

The call was from none other than a relatively decent sized record label out in LA. They liked Corroded Coffin’s stuff, and they wanted more.

Years later…

Corroded Coffin quickly became a household name.

In the several years since the band’s launch into stardom, they’d gone on countless tours, played shows in almost every US state, and had even done several shows overseas in the UK.

They even supported Metallica on a few tours.

Jeff most definitely did not have to keep pinching Eddie the first time they met the legendary band, for fear that Corroded Coffin’s front man might simply faint on the spot.

The 90s brought all sorts of change, even for the small town of Hawkins. Though Corroded Coffin’s members were once considered the freaks of their town (and for one of them, a prime suspect in a gruesome “murder”), the band’s major success changed the tune for many of Hawkins’ residents.

Former-Sheriff-turned-Mayor-Hopper was so proud of the once deviants, he even had a sign added to all entry points to town.

“Welcome to Hawkins: Hometown of Corroded Coffin”

Every time the band played in Indianapolis, Eddie would never, ever forget to secure the entire group VIP passes.

Though everyone (except Robin) now had their licenses, the gang still opted to ride up to Indianapolis together, for old time’s sake. Nancy and Steve took turns driving, while the other made sure all the passengers in the back refrained from fighting with one another for the hour and a half drive.

Corroded Coffin’s gigs were intense, and that was not made any less apparent despite the increasing sizes of the venues they played.

Eddie Munson may or may not have been notorious for stage diving at the most unpredictable of times.

He did so once during one of Corroded Coffin’s slower songs and would have broken his arm and guitar with the fall if Corroded Coffin’s fans hadn’t been so dedicated to catching him.

Though Corroded Coffin’s type of music was not everyone in the gang’s first choice of musical taste, the concerts were still nice for all of them to break up the daily grind and escape for a night.

But Dustin always had the most fun at the gigs.

Every time they had a show in Indianapolis, Eddie made sure Corroded Coffin’s cover of Master of Puppets was added to the show’s set list. And each time they played it, he invited Dustin out on stage for the song.

Even though Dustin couldn’t describe the joy he felt in seeing his friend literally living out his dreams on stage, a bittersweet thought always lingered in his mind.

Corroded Coffin’s shows now were electric, grand even.

But Eddie Munson’s concert in the Upside Down had been legendary.

If only the world could know.

Most. Metal. Ever.

Part 2 can be found here.

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coral munson -- the walking dead

@strawberryabby RAHHHHH ok after like an hour ish its complete for now, season one is mostly where they linger but yk <3

pre apocalypse

met ben by tutoring him! the two started to get along and became quick friends. once coral realized she was starting to catch feelings for be, she began to pull away from him, having had bad experiences with relationships in the past and not wanting to lose ben's friendship.

in response to this, ben ended up confessing his feelings to her after an argument between them, and the two began dating. they were already together for just over a year when the outbreak started.

ben has always been the majorly touchy and affectionate partner, where coral has been more closed off and reserved, but she still enjoys being affectionate with him in private. occasionally, she would hold his hand at school or kiss his cheek in the hallway, and it always flustered ben.

he's very much a big gesture kind of person, and he loves to spoil her in any way that he can

season one

coral & eddie journey from stone mountain with their uncle wayne to find ben, as coral was terrified that she wasn't going to be able to find ben in time. as a result of this, they wound up in an accident, where eddie had to unfortunately kill their uncle.

they find ben, as well as mr. parker, travis, and a couple other kids. they manage to stick together for a while, but coral is taken by raiders and is presumed to have been murdered.

when the raid on the motel occurs, coral manages to get free from the binds they've got her in, and she's able to get to the motel as walkers are starting to take over.

lilly is angry with her, so is kenny, as ben and eddie hadn't told them anything about her. ben is, of course, relieved to see her. he convinces the others to help her injured shoulder (which had reopened when she was shooting at walkers). katjaa helps, although she is somewhat shaky from being bit.

in the RV scene, coral barely is able to stop lilly from shooting carley. they still abandon the woman on the ide of the road and leave her to die.

on the train, kenny blames ben for bringing the raiders to them. coral lies, making up a story about how she had seen the motel and though she had not known who was there, she tried to get the raiders to go there. she claims she thought that there were only a few raiders, and so, the big group would scare them off. she was wrong. kenny grows angry with coral, leaving lee to break up the fight.

ben is shocked most of all by this story, but he goes along with it, because coral always has a plan. she wouldn't let some senseless idea get them all killed. she also plants the idea that lilly was the one who traded out the supplies. there's no proof of lilly actually doing it, but that is the story that gets passed around.

carley knows the truth. she knows it was ben trading out supplies, but she isn't a snitch. she's okay leaving the blame on lilly, as it provides closure to the rest of the group.

most of season one follows similarly to canon, though lee doesn't get bitten when they go to search for clementine. additionally, ben lives from his horrendous fall, though he suffers a scar through his chest.

they find eddie's girlfriend, nova! they also find be's sister, rachel, and matt, nova's little brother.

kenny still disappears after trying to save ben, and duck goes missing from the mansion trying to find his father.

between season one and two

carley, lee, christa, omid, ben, coral, eddie, nova, matt, rachel, and clementine find a farm to take over. between the 8 adults, they manage to raise some crops and hunt for food. the farm is pretty safe for the family. they survive their first winter together there.

ben and coral have a cute ass spring wedding btw. lee officiates and walks coral down the aisle and clementine is a flower girl. not long after, they decide that they're going to start a family. (it's the apocalypse, it's not like they have stages of marriage to go through first.)

coral ends up pregnant with child and having him in the fall. his name is wolfgang wayne paul-munson. (everyone calls him wolf or pup as a nickname)

the winter is rough, but they barely survive. there is a hoard that pushes them out of their home, however, and they are forced to move on.

season two

after being forced to move on, coral and the others wind up separated from clementine. they are frantic to find the girl and stumble upon the house in the woods. with promises that they can help the already large group survive, it's with reluctance that they are allowed to stay. primarily, it's pete that fights for them. (they have Children, how could they not let them stay, after all?)

season two ends up pretty close to canon, alvin does still die.

i do also think coral or lee needs to take a good swing at carver bcuz he's a douchebag. i wouldn't be surprised if one of them ended up killing him to be quite honest with you.

#twdg #the walking dead game #twdg s1 #twdg ben #twdg ben paul #kenny twdg #twdg fanfic #clementine twdg #twdg carley #twdg oc #twdg duck #coral munson #twdg oc backstory

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Dano! Riddler X Child Male Reader

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Summary: Everyone thinks that the riddler is a psychopath for murdering all of those officers and turning it into a game for the city. What they don’t know is that the man under the mask has his own secret that he keeps close and safe.

Warnings: Dark theme, slight fluff, mentions of adoption, Bruce Wayne’s fatherly instincts, angst, violence, mentions of abuse, Edward is a semi good father, traumatic environment, reader is a child, possessive behavior, Batman being good with kids, Gordon trying his best.

A soft huff is heard as a small child walks down the streets of Gotham. The sun was slowly setting on the horizon and the small child was alone, waiting near a bus station alone as he kicked his little legs, looking back and forth as he waits for the last bus to arrive.

It wasn’t the child’s first time waiting alone, he knew that the streets of Gotham were dangerous and not safe for a child, especially for one who was alone with no guardian. The child claims that he can take care of himself but knowing the young child, he was frightened of being alone after spending all those years in the orphanage. He was alone during the cold winters and afraid of the days the children were beaten for misbehaving.

Because of those frightening days he never spoke badly to those who helped around the orphanage, he did as he was told and followed the rules, behaving for others in order to avoid a beating. Luckily he was taken out of the hell hole by a young man who took interest in him, he offered him a nice home and a promise to make the city a better place for him.

Until that day he has been living with his new father, obeying the rules and making sure not to overstep. There were days where he was frightened of messing up and being sent back to the orphanage, the day he over stepped his boundaries he expected a beating from the man, but instead he was forgiven and received actual love. The man showing him kindness and love. After the man had showed him kindness he grew attached to him, remaining close to the hip.

As the sky grew darker the young child still remained seated, waiting for the bus. His head perks up at the sudden sound of a bus driving down the street and towards the stop. The boy jumps off his seat and smiles widely as the bus comes to a stop, he watches different adults step out. His eyes scanning around until he takes notice of the dirty blonde hair.

“Eddy!” He calls out happily, waving his hands as he catches the older man’s attention.

Edward gives him a faint smile as he approaches his son and bends down to his height. “What did I say about coming out here alone?” He reminds the boy again, knowing that he was going to be ignored again.

“I wanted to wait for you! I was also careful.” The young boy says.

Edward sighs with a shake of his head, standing back up as he pats his head. “Come on, let’s go home.” He whispers, walking them back back home as Y/n wraps his hand around his jacket, walking in silence next to Edward.

“Are you going to work some more today?” Y/n suddenly asks.

Edward nods slowly. “I have some things to do.” He knows he is to continue on with his plan. Cleansing the city of horrible and terrible people, he was doing this for his son and wanting to keep him safe. He wanted him to grow up in a safe city that he would enjoy living in. So, he had to get some work done first.

Y/n pouts, looking down in disappointment. It goes unnoticed by Edward as he chuckles to himself and reaches down to take his sons hand into his own, walking them up the stairs and towards there apartment room. “I knew you’d react this way.” He approaches the room and takes out his keys. “Which is why I bought you something.”

This catches the boys attention. “Is it another puzzle?!” He asks in excitement. After spending two years with Edward he had learned to love Puzzles and riddles, something that the two enjoy together during there free time.

“Yes.” Ed kicks the door open and lets Y/n enter first as he rushed inside in excitement, he tossed his bag on the desk and pulls out a new jigsaw puzzle for Y/n. “Here.” He approaches him and shows him the box. An image of a sunrise was shown on the box, giving them an idea of what the puzzle to look like after.

“Can I do it now?” Y/n asks, hugging the box close to his chest as he bounced in excitement. Edward smiles softly. “Yes but—“ He holds him in place before he could run off.

Edward face is expressionless as he instructs y/n. “I’ll be having a guest over soon and will need to work.” He reminds him. “What are the rules when someone is over?”

The boy fidgets. “Stay in my room and listen to my music while playing with the puzzle.” He repeats the same thing that Edward tells him every time a guest is over. “And what do you do once the guest is gone.”

“Wait until you knock three times.” He holds up three fingers, showing eddy how long he is to wait. The boy can’t help but grow confused, “why do I have to stay in my room?”

Edwards eyes darken, his hands gently gripping the child’s shoulders. “The people who visit are very mean and bad and could hurt you. I don’t want them to do that to you so it’s best to stay in your room.”

“Are they greedy?” The child asks.

“Yes, greedy and terrible.”

Y/n nods in understanding, even though he is just a child he understands that not all people are kind and that some could be seen as monsters.

“Okay, Eddy.” He hears Edward chuckle before nodding towards the bedroom. “Go do the puzzle, I’ll let you know when you can come out.” He says again as the child rushes off to there room, closing the door behind him. He sets the puzzle box on the bed and heads towards the closet, pulling out another box that was in the closet.

He sets it down on the floor and pops it open, inside were some headphones and an MP3 player. He takes those with him and pushes the box back inside the closet and jumps on the bed. He puts the large headphones on and turns on some classic music that eddy set up for him.

After he is ready to go he begins his jigsaw puzzle, focusing on the different pieces and trying to piece them together, not knowing that his father was in another room torturing his next victim.

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“Careful.” Edward reaches out quickly to stop the books from falling, causing the child to stumble back in shock as Ed holds him in place, a chuckle slipping from his lips.

The two had gotten some shopping done and Y/n had begged him to buy some books that he found interesting. Edward couldn’t refuse the child and didn’t hesitate to buy him the books that he has been trying to carry on his own. But due to them being too heavy the poor child was stumbling.

“Here.” Edward take two of the books from him, leaving him with the additional two in his small arms. “I had it.” Y/n huffs out, stubborn as usual as he clings into the books. “Stubborn as always.” He reminds himself.

The two walked down the street, passing by a store that was podcasting the news. Y/n is the first to stop in his tracks as he faces the television, taking in the news about the riddler and how he murdered another officer.

He stood there for a solid minute before feeling a small nudge from Edward. “Let’s go.” The boy turns to give the screen one last look before following after Edward. “The riddler likes puzzles, right?”

Ed stutters in his steps and clears his throat. “What makes you think that?”

“Well, he leaves riddles to the Batman. Letting him figure out the clues.” Y/n giggles. “The riddler would love puzzles.” Y/n was still a child, he knew that bad things happened to bad people but was a kid. He still didn’t know that what the riddler was doing is considered a crime. He simply took joy in knowing that the riddler enjoy puzzles too.

Ed hums. “Yes, I suppose he does.” He mumbles out, helping Y/n up the stairs and making sure that he doesn’t fall back with all the weight he carries. Upon arriving he looks down the hallway, not hearing anyone or the sound of neighbors leaving.

“Why don’t we leave two of your books in our other apartment.” Edward suggests.

Y/n tilts his head. “Your work room?” He questions.

“You can leave them inside your hiding spot, remember I only allow you inside when I say so.” Edward takes them down the hall, reaching the last room on the left as he unlocks it and steps inside, his son following after him.

The room was a mess, newspaper everywhere and his desk full of material he was working on. The child ignored the mess and moved around freely as he focused on leaving two of his books in his hiding spot which was technically a closet that he liked hiding in whenever Edward worked he would stay in there, doing his own thing.

Y/n puts his books away and smiles. “All done!” He cheers out, stretching his arms out to show his father that he put his books away. “Good job.” Edward praises him as he tussled his hair, earning a small giggle in return as his attention is drawn away from him by a loud screech.

The child gasps and clings onto edwards leg, looking Over at a covered up crate. He holds onto Ed’s leg with fear, the older man sensing this as he gently placed a hand on his head. “Don’t be scared, it won’t hurt you.” He reassured the kid as he approaches the rattling crate, pulling the cover over to reveal a black bat flying around inside.

Y/n gasps in awe as he slowly steps forward to take a closer look at the bat. “It’s a bat.” He whispers, leaning forward until the bat screeched at him and slams against the cage, startling the boy as he hides against Edward chest, clinging onto him.

Edward wraps his arms around him and lifts him up. “It won’t hurt you.” He repeats, keeping his arm underneath the child’s bottom and using the other to rub soft circles on his back. “Why do you have a bat?” He mumbled against his chest.

“I’m using him to leave a message for a friend.”

“The Batman?”

Y/n knew about edwards cards that were left behind for the Batman, leaving riddles and cyphers for him to read and figure out, leading him on. The child lifts his head off his chest and stares into Ed’s bright blue eyes, giggling he takes his glasses and placed them on himself.

Edward laughs at the boys actions, stepping around the room as he carried the child out of the apartment and back into the hallway. “I can’t see, Y/n.”

“I’ll lead you!” Y/n claps his hands. “Go straight.” He instructs, guiding them back down the hall where there other apartment is located. Edward does as instructed and walks straight.

“Stop!”

Edward froze in spot. “Now turn right!” He hears him say.

Edward turns right to face there apartment door, chuckling he sets Y/n down and takes his glasses back, adjusting them on. “Why don’t I make us something to eat and maybe we can watch a movie or play another puzzle?”

“Food and I want to play chess!” He exclaims. Ed sets him down. “Very well, go get cleaned up while I make us something.” He watches Y/n rush to there room to get changed and cleaned up, making sure to wash his hands and face before changing.

Edward keeps himself busy in the kitchen, cooking up a meal for the two of them as he sets the plates across from each other and takes advantage to set up the chess boards between the two. Giving them the ability to eat and play at the same time.

Once everything is set up he sits across the dining table and sees Y/n walk out of the room, changed into some comfortable clothes and cleaned up as he climbs his own chair and smiles widely. “Let’s play!” He stabs his fork into his food and shoves it into his mouth.

Edward softly chuckles, making his first move on the chess board and eats his own food, taking his time as Y/n hums loudly in thought as he taps his finger against his chin. He makes his own move and dinner goes like that for the next few minutes, back and forth. Y/n doesn’t finish his food due to him being focused on the game. “Your food.” Edward scolds as Y/n whines, sitting back down in his seat as he eats his food.

Ed makes the final move, winning the game as he gives him a victory smile. “I win.”

“Noo!!” Y/n throws his arms up dramatically. “You always win.”

“Soon you’ll learn to win too—come on.” He stands from his seat and collects there dishes. “Put the game away and get ready for bed, I have to finish something up.” He instructs as the small child does as told, putting away the board and pieces. He hops off the chair and runs to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then runs to there bedroom where he throws himself into bed.

He goes under the covers and snuggles up against his pillow while Edward got ready too. He trudged over to the bathroom and sighs to himself, taking his glasses off and setting them down next to the night stand as he gets on his side of the bed.

“No kicking.” Edward warns, remembering the time he woke up with the kids knees digging into his back and his arms spread out over the pillows. He didn’t get much rest that night and was close to sleeping on the couch, but knowing how attached Y/n is he instead endures it and calls it a night.

“Okay.” He hears Y/n yawn out, moving close to Edward and cuddling up his side as the older man wraps his arm around the child, holding him close and caressing his hair. He knew that tonight would be there last night together, tomorrow was a big day and he’d soon have the city cleansed from hatred and darkness.

He looks down to see his son sleeping peacefully, leaning down he kisses his forehead and sighs tiredly before closing his own eyes and falling asleep.

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“Where are we going?”

“We’re going down to the cafe.”

“Why not take the front door?”

“Because this way is fun.”

Edward helps Y/n out onto the fire escape and down the ladder. “Come on.” He urges, hearing the cops from a distance as he helps Y/n down and picks him up, looking over his shoulder and pulling his hood up he rushes down the street. He keeps a hand over Y/n’s head to block out the rain.

Making it to the diner he sets him down and takes in the empty place, he breaths heavily and bends down to Y/n’s height. “Listen Y/n,” the small child lifts his head up. “I’m going to order us some food, I need you to go wash your hands and if you hear any commotion you stay inside, got it?” He shakes him gently.

Y/n nods. “Will you be okay?”

Ed didn’t know how to answer to him. “We will soon.” He chuckles, nodding towards the bathroom. “Go do as I said.” He gives him a gentle push towards the direction of the bathroom as Y/n looks over his shoulder to give him one last look and heading towards the bathrooms.

Edward can’t help but stare at the entrance of the restroom, he hopes he remains inside where he will be safe of the commotion and chaos. He orders himself a coffee and sits on the stool, sitting in silence as he hears the sound of wet shoes entering the diner and the sound of cocking guns. He remains distracted with the coffee in front of him.

“Hands in the air!”

The booming shouts startles Y/n, looking up to stare at the closed door, his hands fidgeting as he steps closer, hearing the ruckus and shouting. He gently pushes the door open and peeks out to see Edward being held down by the cops and arresting home, the young child’s eyes widen in fear. They were arresting Edward, they were arresting the man who took care of him.

Without think he runs out of the bathroom and runs towards the cops. “No! Let him go! Let him go!” His hands balled up into fists as he kicks and punches at the cops. “The hell?!” He hears shouting as everyone watched him.

Edward turns his head quickly to see Y/n fighting against a cop, he shakes his head in fear and pulls on his restraints. “No, no—No don’t touch him!” He shouts, startling the others as he fights against them, he’s able to break free and stumbled to Y/n. “No! Stop fighting!”

“There gonna take you away! They can’t take you away!” Y/n sobs tears, running down his cheeks as he wraps his little arms around his neck and clings onto him. Refusing to let go, “you have to let go.”

“No! I’m not letting them take you!” He screams out again, glaring at the cops who stared in shock and confusion. “Leave my dad alone!”

“My god, he has a kid.” Said Gordon as he looks over his shoulder to give Batman a worried look, not knowing what to do now that a kid was involved in the case.

Edward groans against the restraints and let’s out a deep sigh through his nose. “My little puzzle,” he whispers softly. “I need you to let go, I promise to come back and I’ll see you again. If you don’t let go they will hurt you.”

Y/n sniffles. “But they’ll hurt you too.”

Edward scoffs, he knows that they won’t hurt him unless they wanted information out of him about the killings and his future plans. “They won’t.” He says again, feeling the child’s grip loosen as he slides his arms down from his neck. He steps back and sniffles, rubbing his eyes with his sleeves. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

Y/n glanced up at the police, watching one of them closely as he is approached once Edward is roughly pulled away from his reach and taken out of the diner. The child whines and looks out the window, feeling the police officer place his hand on his shoulder. He flinches away from his touch and glares.

“Easy.” Gordon holds his hands up. “We won’t hurt you, we just need to take you someplace safe for now.” He explains, allowing the kid to nod.

From outside, Bruce watches the police escort the riddler out of the diner and into the vehicle. He looks back over to Gordon to see him talking to the child and guiding him out of the diner. He tilts his head to the side. A child was never mentioned in the riddles, he never made an appearance but yet somehow, this child was the son of the riddler.

Gordon allows Y/n to sit in a bench as he approaches some of the officers, ordering them in silence to look into the kids background and see what they can find out about him. Batman watches the kid closely, his head down as he continues to cry in silence.

“What do we do with him.” He hears Gordon ask him as Bruce turns back to him and then at the child. “We check the place, see if he was using the kid.” He lets him know, turning his back to Gordon and heading back to the apartment where the police was collecting evidence and checking for anything that could help the case.

The child is brought back to the apartment he takes notice of all the cops raiding his fathers working apartment, he frowns deeply and stands next to Gordon. “Dad won’t like it when his stuff is moved.” He mumbled out, avoiding Gordon’s stare.

“Gordon.” The older man looks Over to see the officer calling out his name, nodding at him and eyeing the kid next to his side. “I found some information.” He whispers, his voice low. Not wanting to attract any attention.

“What did you find.”

“Well, turns out the kid was adopted. He was an orphan who was adopted two years ago. Has been living here for awhile now, kids nearing six years old but don’t know much.” He explains. That didn’t give gordon much, they didn’t know if the kid was tortured or abused by the riddler, they don’t know what happens behind closed doors.

“Poor child, hope they find him a good home and not back at the orphanage.”

Gordon hears faint murmurs behind him, turns out that some of the neighbors were still around, snooping around there business as they whispered amongst themselves. He raises a brow and approaches the small group of older women.

“What do you know about Edward and the child?” He questions, flashing his badge at them as they suddenly grow nervous. They all eye each other nervously before the oldest lady speaks up. “He was strange—very awkward, he never spoke really.”

“The first time he moved in he was a silent man, working quietly and doing his own business.” Another women cuts in.

“Until he adopted Y/n.” The same older women adds, crossing his arms over her chest. “I thought the kid was getting hurt just being around him but—“ she sighs in defeat. “The damn kid always lightened up the place, witnessed the two come back from shopping and talking to each other. Ed—Ed was a silent man but with the kid around he spoke a bit more, became protective of him. He would never hurt that boy.”

Gordon process the information, not knowing what to do. “Thank you.” He says softly as he turns back to the others and shakes his head. He didn’t know what to believe, he didn’t know if the child was actually safe or not around the riddler.

“Hey.” The officer in front of him approached him. “Bats wants to take the kid with him to Arkham, riddler asked to speak with them two.” He lets him know, upon hearing that. The child behind him ran past them, ducking around police and into his fathers working area as he sees a man dressed in black. He froze in spot as Batman stared down at him.

“I—“ he stuttered out.

Bruce bends down to the kid. “You wanted to see your father.” He says in a soft tone, letting the kid know that he wasn’t going to hurt him. Y/n slowly nods. “Will you take me to him?” He questions.

Bruce gives a silent nod and offers his hand to the child as Y/n slowly takes it.

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Batman had taken Y/n with him to Arkham, carrying the child with him as he makes his way done hallways and towards a room that separated both him and the riddler. Upon arriving he sets the child down on top of a chair as the screen began to lift, revealing the riddler in orange stripped clothing and chained up.

Once Y/n sees Edward he gasps, jumping forward as his tiny hands bang against the glass. “Eddy!” He calls out. His lips breaking out into a big smile once he sees him again.

Edward quickly stands from his seat, jumping forward as he glanced over to Batman, glaring at him. “Why did you bring him here?” He whispers.

Bruce watches the two. “Why did you take him in?” He questions back.

Edward looks away, focusing his attention on Y/n. He watched his son tap his fingers against the glass, ignoring the conversation between the two as Ed began to explain. “I saw myself in him when I stepped into that orphanage, he was alone. When I stepped up to speak with him he felt safe and comfortable—do you know what they did?” He hissed out. “They would beat the children if not following as instructed, starve them and lock them in rooms! I wouldn’t allow that to happen so I took him out of there!” He bangs his fist on the table in front of him.

Y/n whines. “Eddy, I want to home. I want to play chess again and puzzles. I miss our home.” He says, his eyes going big in worry and watery, close to breaking down again.

Edward shakes his head, pressing it up against the glass as he sighs deeply. “I’ll figure something out.” He lets him know, he had to get out of her if he is to return back to his son. “I promised, remember?”

Y/n sniffles, pressing his own forehead against the glass too as the two stay like that in silence before he is gently pulled away. He gasps and looks up to see Batman pulling him away. “I’m sorry.” He says, nodding to the officer behind him as the strange man takes Y/n. “No—let me go! I want to stay here! I want to stay!” He kicks and screams as the officer drags him out, the halls filled with begging cries.

Edward breaths heavily. “Where are you taking him.”

“The police will place him in a foster care system, if another family doesn’t adopt him he’ll—“ Bruce looks away. “He could be sent back to the orphanage.”

“No!” Edward slams his fist against the glass, anger filming his eyes as he glared at the Batman. “You dare take him back there and I’ll destroy all of Gotham. Burning it to the ground! He is mine and I will get him back, he belongs with me and will soon get him back!” He shouts and continues to bang against the glass and around the room.

“Your delusional.” Bruce says, watching Edward pace around the room. His eyes following his every movement. “I’m sorry.” He adds quietly, knowing that there was nothing he could do to help. The riddler is to stay in Arkham and the riddlers son is to be separated.

To stay far away.

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Best of DC: Week of February 12th, 2020

Best of this Week: Pennyworth R.I.P. One-Shot - James Tynion IV and Various Artists and Colorists

Some people think Dick Grayson is the glue that holds the Batfamily together, some say that it's really Tim Drake, but we all know that it has always been Alfred.

Alfred has been by Bruce's side since the day that Thomas and Martha Wayne were killed in Crime Alley. Alfred raised the boy from a young age and watched as he became a hero that Gotham City could truly be proud of. Alfred even got to see Bruce raise many kids of his own over the years and sas there to pick up the slack when Bruce was too injured, angry or didn't know how to talk to them. Alfred was patient. Alfred was loving. Alfred was amazing and will be sorely missed.

Alfred met his tragic end during the recent City of Bane arc and even after that wrapped up, it still took time for the rest of the family to get together and mourn his passing. Bruce has been trying to cope with it all by throwing himself into his Gotham Renovation Project and various superheroics. Barbara’s been dealing with her own issues in the form of a rogue Oracle. Damian has the Titans, Jason is on the outs with the family and Dick (Ric) doesn’t even really remember Alfred.

In the end, Bane managed to do what he set out to accomplish in the first place: He Broke the Bat.

Not only did he break Batman, he broke the entire family as a whole as shown from the very first shot of this book. Eddy Barrows presents us with a pulled out shot, showing a statue of Alfred in the middle of the new Alfred J. Pennyworth Children’s Hospital - a momentous honor meant to save kids just like Bruce. However, this scene also symbolizes the distance between all of the family. Tynion IV does a great job of scripting their inner thoughts as told by an unseen narrator.

Damian, being the one who was there, feels the weight of his disobedience and sees things as his fault. Tim hearkens back to the time after Jason died and fears for Bruce, knowing the darkness inside of him. Jason was told to NOT come, but Alfred had always treated him right and Barbara feels like she knows how to fix things, but who’s to say that she’s in the right mind to do so either? And Ric… well, Ric doesn’t know why he’s there, but he feels obligated.

Barrows does an amazing job of showing the pain through their forlorn expressions and lowered heads. I assume that Adriano Lucas was the one who colored these scenes because they make excellent use of cold blues to emphasize the sadness of the Family. Barrows also does something that a few artists struggle with in distinguishing each of the boys from each other. They each have distinct hairstyles and facial structures and it’s a nice touch for such a tragic event. Soon after, Tim finds a little dive bar for them to meet in and they each bicker a bit before Bruce arrives for toasts and memories.

This book also does an excellent job of showcasing personal moments that we never see between the kids and Alfred. Beginning with Damian, Chris Burnham draws a flashback to one of the first times that Alfred bails Damian out after he disobeys Batman about going out on patrols. Tynion IV and Burnham capture Damian’s early petulance through his childish pouting superiority complex. We see that Damian loved Alfred because he was willing to be patient with the young boy and Bruce was just getting used to having a trained assassin as a son.

Damian is still widely considered the worst Robin, but that idea has long passed its expiration date as the young lad has grown significantly over the years. In the beginning he could have killed anyone and not felt a lick of remorse for it, but over time, thanks to the softening of Bruce and Alfred, the boy has learned to care and take responsibility for things that weren’t even his fault. He tears up thinking that the rest of the family blamed him for Alfred’s death and regrets that he didn’t do more to stop Bane before leaving the bar.

Tim speaks next and Marcio Takara takes over art for Tim’s flashback. The third Robin is still arguably the smartest, but during a hectic fight with Firefly, he leaves some of his gear and Alfred bails him out by sneaking into the GCPD to retrieve the items. It’s very action packed and does well to show that sometimes Tim loses his cool too, but after the recollection, Tim says that he would step in for Alfred if Batman ASKS him to do so. When Bruce refuses, Tim makes a point that this is exactly like how Bruce was after Jason, but this time he has to pull himself through like an adult before he too leaves.

Tim is usually the Robin that’s touted as being the one who saved Batman during his most destructive period. He’s always been the level headed one, but in recent years he’s been put through the ringer. From being kidnapped by an unseen entity and thought dead for almost a year (Detective Comics, 2017), to fighting an alt-future, villainous version of himself (Detective Comics, 2018) and finally reuniting with his Young Justice friends and dealing with the chaos of that (Young Justice, 2019). Tim is tired and even more so of the darkness that shrouds Bruce and the Family.

Jaybird raises his glass to Alfred next and offers a counter to Tim. He says that maybe Batman would have worked out his issues after Jason’s death if a new kid didn’t swing in and just try to relieve him of the pain. Jason has always been the most extreme of the family, but he’s never been above asking Alfred for help. As a street urchin, Jason doesn’t trust most people, but despite this Alfred always thought to check up on Bruce’s second son and tried to bring him back to the side of the angels. Jason never bit, but he appreciated the effort.

He tells Barbara that he won’t chastise Bruce for how he feels because they’re all in that same spot right now, but he does want Bruce to work towards fixing it. Jason knows better than the rest of them what it feels like to have lost (Heroes in Crisis, 2018), but he also knows what it’s like to be there on the fringes with no one there to help.

Batgirl is often lost in the conversations that usually revolve around the boys, but she shouldn’t be. Barbara’s intellect exceeds that of Tim by a wide margin, but that intelligence also comes with an intuitiveness given to her by her father, James Gordon, as they live in the heart of Gotham. Barbara makes the most logical statement about the general fear swelling in Gotham after Bane’s rise and defeat and the lack of trust in Bat themed heroes given everything that The Batman Who Laughs has done. Bruce’s reconstruction project isn’t helping either as it’s just another shiny coat of paint over a city whose problems run down to its roots.

Babs may not have grown up in the mansion like the boys, but Alfred cared for her just the same, effectively being Batman’s first daughter...niece maybe the better description? David Lafuente does the art for her flashback and it’s a more cutesy style with thick defining lines and lots of faraway shots as we see Alfred and Barbara hiking up a mountain just outside of Gotham City. The actions of Killing Joke absolutely still happened and to celebrate the anniversary of Barbara leaving spine rehab, Alfred wanted to celebrate with a hike and a cupcake.Barbara says that they need Bruce to come back and be the person that they all need him to be before she leaves as well.

Finally, we hear from Ric Grayson. The former Dick Grayson was another victim of Bane’s vendetta, getting shot in the head by the KGBeast in an attempt to further hurt Batman. Aside from his Flying Grayson memories and a few scant ones with Alfred and Bruce, he doesn’t remember his life as Nightwing, with the Titans or the rest of the Batfamily and that probably makes this book harder to swallow. Dick has always been the elder brother to each of them and truly is Batman’s voice of reason after Alfred, but Dick is gone.

So Ric, knowing he needs to step up and say something to get Bruce to help himself, asks him to tell whatever story Dick Grayson might have if he were still around. Bruce then speaks up about a time where Dick found out that Alfred had been leaving flowers at the sight of the Waynes murder to celebrate the anniversary of their marriage where Bruce had been leaving flowers on the anniversary of their deaths. Dick tells Bruce that Alfred always wanted to tell him that their deaths had saved countless lives and even the world at times.

It’s grim and kinda dark, but in the grand scheme of things, Ric is right. Batman has given everything he can to the world under his mission of Justice and that never would have happened if the Waynes survived, just look at Batman: The Gift (Batman #45 - #47, 2018). In that timeline, the Waynes did survive and it was a nightmare world where crime was rampant, Dick was crazed Batman like Flashpoint Thomas Wayne and everything was just wrong. Ric may not have known all of tht, but he did know that Alfred was right and that Bruce needed to be strong for him.

Before Ric leaves, he hangs a picture on the bar wall while Tynion IV and Barrows convey the emotional impact of Ric’s act through four panels without dialogue. Bruce looks at the picture and not only can readers feel the tears swelling up in the corners of their eyes, but we almost feel as if Bruce is as well as he stars upon a picture of the core Batfamily with Alfred as the focus between them.

I’m not gonna lie, I don’t know if I’m emotionally ready to deal with a Batman future without Alfred. He’s always been such a faithful companion and foil to our dour hero and his passing has only made Batman that much darker. The cynic in me knows that DC Won’t keep him dead forever, especially with an incoming Crisis that may undo everything from the last four years of storytelling, but at the same time it might not. I think the idea to kill Alfred was a good one to create awesome moments like it did in this book, but who will take his place?

Could this really be Tim’s time to step away from the masks and go behind the scenes like Oracle did? Could Alfred’s daughter, Julia, see a return since she hasn’t been seen since I think All Star Batman in 2016? Will Lucius Fox actually stay in the position as he’s there now in Detective Comics? Who knows?

All that matters is the life of Alfred and the mark he left on our favorite characters.

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