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piratefishmama · 6 months

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Fake it 'till you make it | Part 19

They did eventually get to the closet, but only because Lynda knocked on the door and followed up with “Steven, when you’re finished unpacking we should really do some grocery shopping, the kitchen is… a little barren. Your father is getting peckish and you and I both know what he’s like when he’s hungry.”

Eddie had looked up at him from where he’d rested his head atop Steve’s chest, big brown eyes curious but the question wasn’t voiced. It didn’t have to be.

“He gets… bitchy, it’s not pretty.” Steve looked back toward the door and responded a little louder with “We’ll be down in about thirty! Got a little… side-tracked!” Eddie’s forehead hit his chest again, and Steve could feel the smile on Eddie’s lips appear against his chest.

“We haven’t been to a drug store, Steven, you better be being safe in there.”

“Not like that!” The drawn out ‘uh-huh’ that Lynda replied with told him that she believed nothing. Guilty until proven innocent, and the pretty set of hickies lining Eddie’s throat were prime evidence that Steve knew she’d eventually use against him. “I was thinking getting something delivered anyway”

“Well, whatever we do, hurry up, plenty of time to kiss your boyfriend later.” And the click of her departing heels down the stairs ended that conversation. They got the closet figured out shortly after. They only had a week at the chalet, and Eddie would have probably just lived out of his suitcase for that long, but unpacking was a thing the Harringtons did, so he got to see his clothes mixed in with preppy polos and extremely soft dark green and maroon sweaters that he had every intention of stealing while there.

He got to see what it’d be like to share his space with someone else. Someone who wanted to share their space with him, not by necessity, not because it’d simply ‘save space’, but by desire to.

He was being very brave about how much that affected him. Very brave indeed. Didn’t even get choked up. Not even a little bit. And sure, Steve may have, after looking at him for a second, felt the totally unrelated need to pause, lift Eddie’s bangs up and plant a kiss atop his forehead that made Eddie’s poor little queer heart do loop de loops.

But that was definitely unrelated.

And then it was back to the ruse. Back to the company of the senior Harringtons downstairs. Lynda taking one look at Eddie, her eyes clearly dipping down below his face, then looked to Steve with the most ‘I know what you’ve been doing’ expression Eddie had ever seen in his life.

He pitied the people who had to go up against this woman in court Jesus H. Christ.

She said nothing on the subject though, content to continue on as if she hadn’t just been telepathically yelling I KNEW IT at her son. It wasn’t even aimed at him yet Eddie still felt the urge to hide behind his own hair in embarrassment. “Have you boys decided on what you want to do? Groceries or delivery?”

“Delivery” Steve wasn’t even flinching. The confidence on that man was astounding. Although seeing the people he came from? Not surprising. “We can go for groceries tomorrow and I haven’t had Tony’s in over a year.”

“Tony’s?” Eddie whispered curiously.

“Pizza” Steve supplied without looking, just leaned a little closer before pulling away again.

“Oh Steven no, it was nothing but grease last time!”

“That’s the best part!”

“I refuse to have a break out at my age Steven, especially one caused by pizza grease. So, unless you can think of another place for delivery, we’re going for groceries and we’ll cook something.” It was like a battle of titans, Steve hands on his hips, cocked in that judgemental mother kind of way, and Lynda with her arms crossed, expression making her appear a cold immovable force of nature.

Neither of them budging.

“Eddie” Eddie jumped as John caught his attention from the left, the man leaning around his wife to address him “tie breaker, as our surprise guest, what do you think we should do?” And then all eyes were on him.

He liked Pizza. He loved pizza, pizza was great, but—but despite his entire life being led going against rich people and their bullshit, he… actually wanted these people to like him. Plus, groceries would be a good idea! They could get snacks, drinks, things they wouldn’t have for the evening if they just settled with Pizza. Could stop at the drug store for. Reasons.

“Uh—Uhm—well… Pizza is good, I like pizza” Steve smiled at him, and he felt bad, just a little, for what he was about to do “but—” the smile fell betrayal, he was betraying his faux boyfriend. He’d pay for that one, undoubtedly. “Groceries would be a better idea, right? I mean if we want food or snacks later we’ll be shit out of luck. So maybe we save pizza for later in the week? So if someone doesn’t want pizza… they have other options?” He was making a very mature decision, thinking very hard, all while Steve looked at him like he’d just kicked his puppy. “Stevieee, baby, don’t—”

“You agreed with my mother—”

“Well as usual, I am right, Steven.”

“Lynda please.” John chastised quietly.

“I am!” Both parents went largely ignored by Eddie in favour of focusing on Steve, who looked appropriately devastated to have been voted against by his own boyfriend.

“Eddie, you—this is just—the betrayal.” And people called him the theatre kid. Eddie, in all his years DMing in Hellfire, had seen many a stubborn meltdown, and so he could have predicted what was about to be said long before Steve voiced it, but it didn’t make him internally judge the man any less, because wow. “Well I’m not driving.” And there it was, the pout. His arms relocating from his hips, to cross over his chest, mirroring his mother. Gone was the need to make it up to him, gone was the feeling of letting down the man who’d rapidly gone from ‘fake boyfriend’ to ‘man of my dreams’.

Eddie just kind of wanted to dunk his head in some snow. Maybe go throw him in the nearby lake.

“Oh that’s really mature, Steven.” Lynda rolled her eyes, and once again, Eddie found himself agreeing. God who was he? Since when did he agree with peoples parents?

“Fine, I can drive.” John clapped his thighs, then rose from his seat “Eddie, since you’re clearly the only other adult in this room, how about you come with me.” It may have put the eldest of the Harringtons in the hot seat to say, both his son and his wife turning the daggers on him, but Eddie felt a sliver of respect for the man just creeping up on him because damn, maybe he was bitchy when he was hungry. “Let the children cool down for an hour or so.” Good lord almighty, why was this attractive?

Oooh don’t go there, brain.

“O—okay, okay yeah, uhm… will… will you be okay, Steve?” Steve gave him an exaggerated eye roll that absolutely did nothing to make Eddie feel bad. In fact it did the exact opposite. “Fine you big baby. And people call me dramatic.” He was going to give Steve a quick peck goodbye, but Steve didn’t deserve one!

So, he left with that, following John to the car leaving the mother and son duo seething in the living room. Glorious.

Part 21

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abibliophobiaa · 6 months

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a blurb of elena seeing eddie on stage for the first time, she’s got her big ear defenders on and is bouncing away 🥺

a blurb from the ‘daylight’ universe.

a/n: before elena was born, eddie dreamed of this day. now it’s here.

dad!eddie munson x mom!reader.

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You hadn’t really known what to expect. Nothing exactly prepared one for the life as a wife to a rockstar. Especially when still adjusting to your new title as a wife, while also balancing new motherhood.

Still, it shocked you to see all the security at the door. The men in uniforms looking garbed and ready to defend their clients if need be; a thought that should bring you comfort, but when their narrowed gazes settle on you, have your heart hammering away.

“I’m with Munson,” you tell them, bouncing Elena up higher on your hip. “I’m Eddie Munson’s wife.”

He barked out a gruff laugh. “You know how many women say that at these shows?”

The burly, bald-headed man glanced down at his clipboard, while a more…gentler looking man, aged and weathered by years, nodded his head to your daughter. “She’s a cute kid. How old?”

“Almost six months,” you told him, grinning sheepishly as her head thumped against your shoulder.

“And already at her first concert,” the man said, waving to your daughter who only babbled in reply.

“It’s in her blood.” She’d danced away inside any time you’d played music for her while pregnant, and loved the sound of her father’s voice — singing and not.

“Dad being who he is, I guess it’s expected.” The bald-headed man had spoken then, dark eyes sliding over your form as he handed you a lanyard that you draped around your neck. “Apologies, Mrs. Munson. Enjoy your evening.”

You were lead to the green room next, finding yourself greeted by all the guys and Jeff’s wife. The guys took turns fawning over the baby, making faces at her so she’d laugh, taking her off your hands. And then, just like the night you’d first met, Eddie’s dark stare caught and held yours.

Something hot flickered in your belly, Jeff’s wife’s voice a low murmur in your ear, “Go, you two have a few minutes. We’ve got the baby.”

Eddie grinned wolfishly, gripping your hand and tugging you away from the room and into an empty storage closet further down the hall. A dim bulb flickered up above, illuminating the whiteness of Eddie’s teeth as they glinted with his growing smile, his hands warm as they circled your hips and drew you in close.

“Hi, Mrs. Munson.” He’d been saying it every day since you’d made it so. Wanting to relish in the newness of your titles — of what you meant to one another. It had been a whirlwind, and still was now with him beginning the next legs of Corroded Coffin’s tour. “You’re late.”

“Someone at the door thought I was a groupie,” you huffed, breaking off into a sigh as those hands slid lower, gliding over your backside to pull you flush against his hips. “Is that a microphone in your pocket, or are you excited to see me?”

A barked laugh greeted your ears, lips pressing to the curve of your neck, teasing along delicate flesh. You shivered bodily against him, clutching at his biceps, “I told him I was your wife. Apparently you have a lot of those.”

“Only the one,” he whispered, voice a little hoarse as he dropped down to his knees and fisted your skirt. “And I love her so damn much.”

“You’re the one about to perform,” you gasped, feeling his lips at the juncture of your thighs. “You should be saving you energy.”

“Baby…” His fingers at your center, sliding in to the knuckle, choking off your air supply. “I’m giving a private performance right now.”

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The crowd was electric, feeding off of the energy of the guys on stage. They’d finished up their set, Elena awake for all of it, cradled on your hip with an oversized pair of headphones to muffle the sound on her curly head of hair. Bleary eyes watched her father all night, absorbed as he commanded the attention of everyone around her.

He’d commanded your attention, too. Eyes trailing your husband’s form as he did the thing he was most passionate about. Those hands, those same hands that had lovingly touched you before the show, the ones that trailed your spine as you fell asleep at night, that held your baby girl strummed away like his instrument was an extension of him own self. Hands that created music that told stories, that spoke to hardship and experience, to love and anger.

And the crowd reveled in it. Soaked it up as the guys poured out their hearts and left them on the stage. Incredible — they were incredible.

“Thank you, New York!” Eddie cheered, breaking into the screaming of the crowd. “It’s been too fuckin’ long.”

Cheers of agreement greeted your ears. “Glad you liked the new stuff. Can I show you something else we cooked up while away for a bit?” The crowd roared, and Jeff’s wife stirred beside you as Eddie’s gaze swiveled to where you stood side stage. “Couldn’t have done any of it without my beautiful wife. And the newest member of the Corroded Coffin family.”

A second spotlight slid across the stage, honing in on you and your daughter. Cried ‘awwws’ greeted your ears as you waved a hand in embarrassment, Eddie rushing over to grab Elena and bounce her up onto his hip. You couldn’t even be mad that a woman screamed she loved him from within the sea of bodies, because you understood whole heartedly.

“Goodnight, New York!” Eddie shouted, lifting Elena’s hand and waving to his fans before rushing over to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

“You broke thousands of hearts tonight, Munson,” you teased, reaching up to slide your hand against his sweaty chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart against your fingertips as the crowd surged just feet away, clapping as the rest of the guys rushed off the stage for the night.

“Only two that matter are right here,” he promised, drawing you close for a hug, your free hand coming up to rest against Elena’s back. “This is all I could have ever dreamed of. You, her, this.”

“Not a dream anymore,” you said, tipping your head up to look into his dark eyes, “this is real. This is us.”

Forever.

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ladykailitha · 6 months

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Exit Eddie Pursued by a Steve Part 1

Hello and welcome to one-shot Saturdays, the day I put out short completed (most of the time) fics for you wonderful readers.

This week we have the completed Smut to Fluff fic I had been working on on WIP Wednesdays. This has three parts. I started writing part four last Wednesday but it got angsty and not where I wanted the story to go. So those extra bits have been saved for another story somewhere down the line that it fits better in.

18+ under the cut.

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Eddie had been on his way to the band room for his weekly “meeting” of the Hellfire Club. They had to have in there this week due to the unfortunate fact that the school musical was currently being preformed and they actually needed the drama room closet.

Suddenly a gaggle of people came tearing out of the stage in a hurry. The last of which was someone in a large red wig and bright yellow dress. But Eddie knew those hazel eyes anywhere.

He let out a low whistle. “Looking gorgeous there, Harrington.”

Steve skidded to a stop in his kitten heels and turned to see who had cat-called him.

“Yeah?” Steve said to him under half-shut eyes. “You like what you see, Munson?”

Eddie gave an appraising glance up and down. “I do indeed.”

“Too bad I have to change out of it,” Steve teased.

Eddie shook his head sadly. “Now, why would you want to go and do a thing like that?”

Steve laughed. “Because I’m in the next scene, and I ain’t wearing this!”

Eddie laughed, too. “Damn shame.”

Steve looked around and then hurried over to him. “If you like it that much, meet me after the play.”

He winked and then gathered up his skirt and ran for the changing room.

Eddie was still standing there when Jeff, Gareth, and Brian came up behind him.

“Who was the broad?” Brian asked.

Eddie licked the top row of his teeth. “That was no broad, gentlemen. That was King Steve in a ballgown.”

“Wait, what?” Jeff asked, his face screwed up in confusion. “No way.”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie hummed. “And I’m pretty sure he just asked me backstage after the play for a little action.”

All three other boys turned to him in shock.

“Ain’t no way,” Gareth hissed. “It’s probably some prank to have the basketball team jump you or something.”

Eddie grinned. “Come on, boys. We’ve got dragons to slay before they kick us out of the band room, too.”

They all followed him to the band room, a little confused on what just happened.

Steve waited nervously after getting one of the orchestra to help him back into the dress. The wig and makeup were gone, as were the shoes. Those things pinched.

His dress swished back and forth as he paced, wringing his hands.

“Oh.”

Steve stopped pacing and turned to the open door. Eddie stood there with an expression that Steve couldn’t quite make out.

“I have to know before we do this,” he rambled. “Are you wanting to do this because you thought I was beautiful as a girl? Or because you thought I looked beautiful in the dress?”

Eddie paused for a moment. “That is a very important distinction and one you are right in asking, sweetheart.”

Steve blushed deeply.

Eddie crowded his space and lifted his chin gently, “You look beautiful, Stevie.”

He gasped and Eddie dived on in, pressing their lips together. Instantly, Steve’s tongue tangled with his.

Eddie pulled away reluctantly. “We are definitely doing this.”

Steve nodded. “Just try not to get anything on the dress itself, otherwise I’ll be murdered by the drama teacher.”

Eddie chuckled darkly. “You’ve got it, babe.”

When Eddie walked in the room, Steve appeared coy. Shy even. And then when Steve asked why he was interested in fucking him in that dress, he suddenly got it.

“Anyone ever take care of you, Stevie?” he murmured, slowly pulling up the folds of the dress to get at those delicious thighs.

Steve shook his head. “I’ve only had sex with girls. They tend to expect you to do all the work.”

“Oh, darlin’,” Eddie cooed. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

Steve threw his head back and moaned as Eddie caressed the sides of his thighs.

“That’s it,” Eddie purred, mouthing along the expanse of Steve’s neck, “you sound so good.”

He tucked the dress behind his beautiful cock and sank to his knees.

Steve’s hands immediately buried into Eddie’s hair, pulling him all the way onto his cock.

Eddie lifted one of Steve’s legs and tucked it over his shoulder. He took the spit and slick from his blowjob and coated his fingers.

He pressed one finger into Steve and the boy let out the most delicious sounds.

Eddie wished he could swallow them up, but he would have to settle for swallowing Steve down entirely.

He continued to open Steve up and suck him off. Suddenly Steve was coming in ribbons down Eddie’s throat.

Eddie stood up and kissed Steve dirtily, mouth still slick with his cum.

Steve let out a low whine, taking in as much of Eddie as he could.

Eddie gathered up the skirt of the dress and pressed into to Steve’s hands. “Hold on tight to that, darling. We don’t want to get anything on it, right?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie lined himself up and slowly pierced Steve’s ass.

“Eddie!” he cried. “Oh god!”

Eddie took that as encouragement and slid all the way to the hilt.

Steve wanted to gripped the back of Eddie’s shirt and fist his hair, but his hands were occupied by the skirt of his dress. He held on tight, barely holding on as Eddie fucked him wildly.

Soon Eddie was coming into Steve, in rough, hopeless waves.

Steve let out a breathless sigh. “God, oh fuck.” He moved to lower his hands but Eddie stopped him.

“We need to get you out of this dress first, darlin’,” he murmured into Steve’s ear, “then you can lower your arms, all right?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Eddie giggled at how far gone Steve was. He removed the dress and hung everything up their proper places, while Steve laid there prone, panting for air.

Once Steve was able to catch his breath, he asked, “How did you know where everything went?”

Eddie turned back to him with a grin. “This is where my club meets for D&D. Hellfire, ever heard of it?”

Steve nodded. “I’ve got these kids I babysit that love that game. It’s all they’ve been talking about when it comes to picking out classes and clubs for next year.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow and sat down to watch Steve clean up himself and get dressed. He wondered where it was all going to go from there. Would Steve throw him out? Punch him? Mock him?

“I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else,” Steve muttered darkly as he ran his hand through his hair. He stood there in sweatpants and ratty old sweater, looking every bit as beautiful as he had in the dress.

Eddie grinned. “Yeah, big boy? How’s that?”

“I don’t think I’ve come so hard in my life.”

Eddie cackled. “Right back atcha, sweetheart.”

Steve blushed and walked over to stand between Eddie’s legs. “We’ve had dessert, what would you say to a late dinner?”

Eddie smiled up at him and then pulled him down for a kiss. “Sounds perfect, Stevie.”

“I call bullshit,” Brian said the next morning at their lockers when Eddie told them. “There is no way you sucked Harrington’s dick.”

“Did a slight more than that, Bri,” Eddie crowed.

Jeff frowned. “Prove it.” He jutted his chin across the hall. “There’s your boy as you say. Go get him.”

“And even if it is true,” Gareth growled. “There is no way he’d associate with you in the middle of the whole fucking school. He’s going to break your heart and we’ll have to pick up the pieces.”

“Watch and learn, boys,” Eddie said.

He strutted across the hall to Steve and placed his hand on the locker by Steve’s head.

Steve turned around. “Oh, hey, Eddie.”

Eddie smirked. “Morning, princess.”

Steve leaned against the lockers and laughed. “I’m the ugly step-sister, remember. Not the princess.”

“You were as pretty as one last night,” Eddie teased.

Steve grinned and put his arms around Eddie’s neck. “Hmm...that kind of talk is what got us in that position in the first place.”

Eddie grinned right back, putting his hands on Steve’s waist. “You saying flattering works on you, sweetheart?”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “I’m saying it doesn’t hurt.”

They kissed.

“Am I going to see you at lunch?” Eddie asked, pressing their foreheads together.

Steve shook his head. “You have first lunch and I have second.”

“So cruel,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing a patch of bare skin between Steve’s jeans and where his sweater had risen up because of his arms around Eddie’s neck.

“I’ll see you after school, okay?”

Eddie nodded. “It’ll be torment until I see you again.”

“For me, too,” Steve breathed.

And then Eddie was digging his fingers into Steve’s sides, tickling him.

“Eddie!” Steve protested, laughing.

Eddie leaned forward and kissed the smile off his face. “Later, Princess.”

“Later, Eds.”

Eddie turned and walked away.

“Eddie!” Steve called out. “Catch!”

Eddie managed to catch whatever it was on sheer instinct. He looked at it to see that it was Steve’s varsity basketball ring.

“Hold on to that for me,” he said with a smile. “It’s special to me.”

Eddie saluted and practically skipped back to his friends.

Steve laughed, shaking his head fondly.

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Part 2 Part 3

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bardicfrustration · 2 years

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Screening Process

"We need shirts." The DnD club had finally come to an agreement during lunch, and as leader, Eddie had to agree. The yearbook had started taking club photos and he knew from yearbooks past that to finally be taken seriously as a club, they would need shirts.

"We need shirts." He echoed, nodding his head. "How do we get shirts then?"

They’d tried the copier store before, but the prices were a bit too high. Seemingly because the owner was not well inclined to printing ‘satanic propaganda.’ Eddie had tried to be nice and explain that it was basically a book club for nerds who liked math and maps, but that only hiked the price five dollars extra.

Normally, they could’ve pooled together enough money to scrape by against the bitter bigotry, but Eddie knew the entire club was going through a monetary dry spell. Himself included.

In a moment of revelation, his black sheep prodigy piped up from the end of the table, "The AV Club."

Eddie cocked his head in confusion, and Jeff asked, “The AV club makes shirts?”

"No," Dustin's smug grin lit up his face, "But because no one really thought it would survive, the school wouldn't hand over the money to get shirts made. So our AV teacher had someone else make them."

"Homemade? Henderson, we want to look good, not like we’re modeling mommy's craft of the week."

"No! These are good quality!" He pointed to the infamous ‘thinking cap’ adorning his head, “Where do you think I got this?”

“Geeks ‘R Us.” Gareth replied without a second thought.

But Dustin continued, “Seriously guys, they look legit. The other clubs started asking where we gottem because they looked waaaay better than the iron on crap from the copiers. It’s top secret though; nerds, rejects, and losers only.”

Eddie squinted, “So, where do we find this elusive vendor?”

Dustin promised to lead Eddie there, as long as he promises not to snitch. Eddie scoffs, “You think I would snitch? Really, dude, and I thought you respected me.”

After lunch

Dustin only shared away from the cafeteria (‘away from prying ears!’) and after Eddie promised not to snitch (‘you think I, of all fucking people, would snitch?’).

Once lunch was over, and most of the afternoon classes had settled into routine, Eddie entered the dark, empty art class gingerly, trying to be discreet. This is why he liked his picnic table, no one there but trees.

It was quiet save for the soft hum of a radio playing somewhere nearby and the gentle scratching of pen on paper. With a second take, he looked around the dim room still to find no one. The only light he could see was streaming under a closet door. So, he knocked.

The scratching stops and the door cracked open a sliver, just enough for a face to pop through and ask, “Waddya want Dustin-oh.”

Your hair was pulled away from your face, but it still had managed to fall awry from the motion of art making. Eddie couldn’t see much in this surprisingly well used closet, but he could see the angled desk behind you covered in ink and paper and tape and other wayward materials.

“Uh, Dustin sent me. Sorry.” He holds up a plastic bag of baseball tees he was able to afford. “We require your assistance.”

Your face dropped from curious to bereaved. “I told that little snotrag I’m not making him any more personalized crap unless he pays me. I’m not gonna do it just because he sent a pretty face with them.”

Eddie looked behind him, expecting a pretty face to have appeared out of nowhere, which allowed you to slam the closet door when he turned back.

“WAIT!” He hears you turn up the radio through the door, “It’s not just for Henderson! And I’ll pay you back in time, promise.”

He’s hanging in anticipation for a response. The pen doesn’t start scratching, but the door doesn’t open. He could practically hear the wheels turning in your head from beyond the barrier between you.

The door opened wide like a tiger's maw and you snatched the bag of shirts out of his hand before he could even react.

“Promise?” You held out a hand covered in ink. Eddie shook it without a second thought.

“Promise.”

“Fine, enter the studio.” You pushed your chair back into the corner so Eddie could have room to step in.

It wasn’t much of a studio in terms of size, but the walls were covered in shelves of supplies; paints, glues, inks, papers, brushes, knives, anything an artist would crave while wandering the aisles of an art supply store. His own fingers itches to reach out and test things out, but he was there on a mission, for the club.

He dug through his pockets for a carefully folded piece of notebook paper. He unfolded it and started to explain his design in mind. “We were thinking something devilish, to match with the Hellfire theme, and maybe a cool flaming sword, oh and some dice, like a d4 and a d20. Uh. I can bring those for reference if you need.”

You waved the thought away. “I know what nerd dice look like, dude.” You took the paper from him, not unkind or rough, but to take a closer look, “Did you draw this?”

He scratched the back of his neck, “Yeah, I mean. It’s just a doodle. Ideas, brainstorming, whatever.”

“Hm.” You looked him over, more thoughtful than before, “I can get it done by the end of the week. I take cash and cookies.”

“Cookies?”

“An artist requires sustenance.” You pointed to the tin of sugar cookies on a short table in the corner. “And my preferred method is sugar. Are you good for that?”

Eddie nodded, “Aye aye cap’n.”

You smirked at him, but turned back to your work table, “I need to start now if I’m going to get this done soon. Come back with cookies.” And you shut the closet door in his face once more.

He stood there for a moment, grinning to himself, before heading off to find someone who was willing to bake.

#eddie munson #Eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x reader fanfic #eddie munson is artsy #my writing #i have an idea for how this could like. have a part 2. but i need to know someone wants it lol

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chrisbitchtree · 1 year

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The One with Betty, Eddie's Machete

For Harringrove Week day 3

Prompt - A Real Big Knife

2.5k - T

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After 10 years together, Steve feels like he knows pretty much everything there is to know about Billy. How to make him smile, how to make his heart melt, how to make him moan pretty and make his toes curl, and unfortunately how to make him raging mad. The thing he knows best though, is how to make Billy laugh, gut busting, hysterical laughter that has Billy rolling around, tears spilling from his eyes. All it takes is two simple words, “Eddie’s machete”.

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It had all started when Billy and Steve had first moved to San Francisco. As much as they’d liked to have rented a place of their own, they know it was more economical to have roommates, especially when they first arrived, while they were job hunting.

For the first week, they stayed in a cheap motel while they got down to business answering any and all roommate wanted ads that seemed like the might even possibly be a good fit, but they were starting to get worried as their money dwindled and they were still unable to find a good match by the end of day six.

Everyone they met was too old or too young, or the house would be rundown, or they would be lying about how much space they had for Billy and Steve to inhabit, one person looking to charge an astronomical monthly sum for what amounted to a storage closet for the two of them to share. They’d both been able to find jobs, Billy in a surf shop and Steve at a local café, but they were blowing through their savings way too quickly on the motel and needed something cheaper and more long term.

Just as they were losing all hope at the end of day seven, Steve spotted a flyer while out on his morning jog. When he got home, he rejoined Billy, who looked like he hadn’t moved an inch from where Steve had left him in the bed over an hour before, and showed him the flyer.

Billy read it through slitted, sleep filled eyes, which got wider the more he read. “I think this might be perfect, babe. Good job. Call them as soon as it hits 9.”

Steve agreed to, because really, the situation sounded perfect. There was a man looking for caretakers for his home while he moved to Italy for work for a year. In exchange for taking care of the space, they would be given discounted rent. The only caveat was that he wouldn’t be moving out for another six months. Whoever moved in would have the option of moving in now and living with him until he moved out or moving in when he left.

As promised, Steve called the man, who introduced himself as Eddie, before his first training shift at the café, and arranged for Billy and himself to see the place that evening.

***

The house was cute. Small, but well maintained, painted sky blue with cream coloured shutters and a beautiful yard bordered by a white picket fence. The inside was even better, if again, small. Eddie explained that if they chose to take him up on the offer to move in immediately, they would need to share a room until he moved out, unless one of them wanted to camp out in the living room.

“Or I could stay in the living room,” he mused. “The couch is really comfortable. Does one of you want my room?”

Billy and Steve immediately shook their heads at the kind if odd gesture. They wouldn’t want to put him out, and Steve thought privately, having one room would make it easier to be intimate without Eddie finding out.

When they’d decided to move, they’d discussed whether they’d both be comfortable being out in San Francisco and come to the decision that they wouldn’t shout it from the rooftops, but they wouldn’t make a point of hiding it either. That didn’t mean they were going to make it plainly obvious to someone that they were going to share a home with.

Billy and Steve had agreed to take on the groundskeeper role and move in, telling Eddie that they would share the available room until he left.

Eddie had shrugged and told them to suit themselves, agreeing to let them move in the very next day, which worked out well for Billy and Steve.

***

Their first month or so of living with Eddie, he acted pretty normal, which led them to believe the sleeping on the couch incident was a one off. Eventually though, things began to get weird again. One morning, when Steve, who normally worked the morning shift at the café, had a rare morning off where Billy worked, Steve saw him with a kiss before rolling to the middle of the bed in a cocoon of blankets.

Not two minutes later, Billy was slipping back into their bedroom, looking like he’d seen a ghost and just about as pale as one. His mouth gaped like he was trying to speak but couldn’t get the words out.

“Are you ok, baby?” Steve asked, hopping out of the bed and guiding Billy to sit on it.

“He, he’s…”

“He’s what?”

He’s naked. In that back yard. He’s just laying there, belly up, fully nude. I don’t know if he’s napping or suntanning or what, but I think I’m scarred for life.”

Steve walked to the window, chancing a look down into the back yard, and yep, sure enough, Eddie was naked as the day he was born, fully splayed out for all to see.

“What do we do?” Billy asked, joining Steve at the window before recoiling, sitting back down on the bed.

“I guess not much,” Steve replied, laughing as he shook his head. “It’s his house. Just five more months though, and he’ll be gone.”

They tried forgetting about it, hoping that was a one off too. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. They couldn’t count the amount of times they walked downstairs to find Eddie out there, naked as a jaybird.

Then there was the chicken. One evening, Billy and Steve were watching TV on the couch, laughing at Michelle’s latest exploits on Full House, their guilty pleasure, when they heard Eddie walk up behind them.

“Hey guys,” he greeted them. “Can I ask you a favour?”

Both Billy and Steve turned their heads slowly to look at the man, who, inexplicably, had a live chicken under one arm.

“Can you watch Maggie?”

Steve looked around, sure that Eddie must be talking about a child or a dog, but no, he was holding out the chicken to them, as if expecting one of them to take her off his hands.

“Uhhhhhhhh, sure?” Billy said, trying to hide his smile behind his hand as Steve took hold of Maggie the chicken. “What exactly does that entail?”

Eddie shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m taking care of her for a friend. They didn’t really give instructions. Just make sure she doesn’t go out on her own, and that she gets something to eat.”

“What does Maggie eat?” Steve asked.

Eddie shrugged again. “Not sure. I’m sure we have something.”

With that, he left the room.

“Less than five months,” It was Billy’s turn to remind Steve.

They called Dustin, who, embroiled in a school project, didn’t even question why they had a chicken, just telling them to feed her corn if they had some. They did, so they laid out a newspaper with the corn nibblets on top and let her have at them. She seemed happy with it, pecking up every last kernel.

Despite Eddie saying that he was just taking care of her for a friend, Maggie became a permanent fixture around the house, always underfoot. At first, it frustrated the hell out of both Billy and Steve, but then they just became used to her, before actually becoming fond of their littlest roommate.

There was also Eddie’s habit of writing on the food in the fridge and cupboards with a Sharpie. Not on his own food, but on Billy and Steve’s, telling them it was to serve as a reminder to him that it wasn’t his, as if it would be that difficult to remember whether he was the one who had bought a two-litre carton of orange juice or not.

Another thing that Billy and Steve weren’t aware of until they walked on a living room full of sobbing middle aged men and women was that Eddie hosted a twice weekly support group for divorcees in their living room, on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

It was a whole affair, consisting of dinners and everything from scream therapy to group chants to one memorable night, burning photos of everyone’s ex-spouses in a barrel in the back yard. Billy and Steve would make themselves scarce on those nights, if they were home, holing up in their room with a pizza and a six pack of beers, counting down the hours until everyone went home.

They needed somewhere to live though, and despite his odd nature, he was a nice guy, so Billy and Steve stayed put, thinking Eddie couldn’t get any weirder. How wrong they were.

***

About three weeks before Eddie was due to leave, Steve and Billy are at the breakfast table discussing Billy’s upcoming twenty second birthday, and what they were going to do for it.

“You can have a party here if you want,” Eddie said, as he entered the kitchen and opened the fridge.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked, before shoving a piece of toast in his mouth and downing the rest of his juice and standing to leave for work. He knew this would backfire in someway but inviting their new friends over to celebrate Billy sounded like fun.

“Totally,” Eddie replied, setting the margarine on the counter, and opening a bag of bread. “Invite as many people as you want. I’ll stay out of your hair.”

Steve was sure he wouldn’t but agreed and thanked him anyway. Bidding Billy and Eddie both goodbye, Steve grabbed his coat and was out the door.

***

An hour into Billy’s party, they were having a great time. All the new friends from work and the small group of fellow surfers that Billy had befriended at the beach were able to make it, there was a keg, from which Steve was pleasantly buzzed, tacos from a local food truck lined the counter, pizzas were on the way, and there was a double chocolate cake hidden away in their room for later, when they sang happy birthday.

Steve surveyed the room, spotting Billy standing in a corner, talking to Shana, his co-worker at the board shop and her boyfriend, Mike, and Steve walked over to join them, drink in hand. Billy and Shana caught Steve up on a story they were telling Mike about their latest adventures with one of the shop’s odder customers, when Eddie, who’d told them he was going to go to a friends for the evening, entered the room, a cup of beer in one hand, and an honest to goodness machete in the other.

He walked over to Billy and Steve, swinging the machete in front of him as he walked, and between that and the beer sloshing out of his cup, he was able to easily clear a wide path through the living room. “Hey guys!” he shouted over the music. “Have you met Betty?”

Steve looked around for the woman Eddie had to be referring to before recalling Maggie the chicken and realizing Eddie was talking about the machete.

“Holy fuck,” Billy said, leaning close so only Steve could hear him. “That’s a really big knife.”

“I know,” Steve whispered in response. “Let’s just try to play it cool.” He looked over at Shana and Mike, whose eyes had grown wide beside them. “No, I don’t believe we’ve met before,” Steve said louder, to Eddie. “Nice to meet you, Betty,” he said, waving at the machete.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Steve!” Eddie as Betty replied in a high, feminine voice, as he waved the knife around again. He turned and gave an expectant look to the others, who all waved and greeted their newest party guest.

By now, others were gathering around, watching Eddie swing the knife around wildly.

“Do you think this can cut through cans?” he asked. “What about the couch?” He started to walk over to it, and Steve panicked. There were people currently occupying the couch, plus, if Eddie cut it up with a knife, they’d have nowhere to sit in the living room once Eddie moved out.

Steve approached Eddie slowly, trying to guide him out into the yard. “How about we go out here and see if she can cut through a beer bottle?” He grabbed a couple empties as they made their way outside.

Eddie nodded enthusiastically.

Steve shooed the guests away, back into the house, and laid the bottles on their sides on the concrete slab that made up half the yard, before backing away, into the frame of the sliding door. “Have at it!” he called.

Eddie went wild, smashing at the bottles with Betty, screeching like a banshee, a wild look in his eyes. “More!” he called, once they were all in pieces.

Steve complied, quickly grabbing any and all empty bottles he could find, and laying them on the ground.

This seemed to pacify Eddie, who barely noticed as Steve walked back into the house, closing the door behind him.

“What the fuck was that?” Billy asked, laughing.

“I have no clue,” Steve replied, shaking his head as he joined Billy in his laughter.

The bottles kept Eddie occupied for a good half an hour, Steve’s frustration at all the broken glass they were going to have to clean outweighed by his happiness over Eddie not swinging a giant knife around the party.

Just as Steve pulled out the cake and lit the candles, the guests all joining him in singing happy birthday to Billy, Eddie re-entered the house, holding Betty high above his head. “I’m here to cut the cake!” he called.

Jesus Christ, if Steve let that happen, there was no telling how many tiny little pieces of broken beer bottle might get into the cake. If Eddie didn’t completely mash the cake to bits with Betty, that is.

“I think Betty needs a rest,” Billy said, coming to their rescue. “How about you go put her down for a nap. Then you can cut the cake. With a butter knife.”

“Ok, yeah,” Eddie replied, in a soft tone, a glazed look in his eyes. “You’re right. I’ll be right back.”

Thankfully, he never returned, and the party raged on with no further interruptions.

Two weeks later, Eddie moved out, and Billy and Steve finally had peace. And in the living room, thanks to a guest who’d brought a polaroid camera, was a framed picture of Eddie, cradling Betty in his arms, so they could always remember one of the wildest times of their life.

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Sucked In Chapter 28: Faded Memories

Summary: You wake up in the world of Stranger Things before the events of Season 4. Are you able to help in the fight against Vecna, and save the man of your dreams?

Pair: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

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The fire alarm went off, and not long after sirens were all around the school. Eddie followed along with the others, being led outside into the parking lot. There were police and firefighters rushing into the building.

“What happened? They won’t tell us anything.” Steve said suddenly, making Eddie jump.

“I don’t know—“ he started to say before Nancy found them, taking over as the one person in the group who somehow knew everything.

“Windows exploded, they’re worried it might be a gas leak or gunshot.” She said, She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Johnathan and Robin walking out with the rest of the photography class. “Oh thank god.”

Eddie looked around, trying his best to see above the heads of all the students. His eyes scanned everywhere, looking for you. He knew that you should have been in English Lit with Miss Hughes, but when he saw Miss Hughes and the rest of the class, he didn’t see you.

“Where’s Y/n?!” He screamed, getting the attention of his friends. “Of course, of fucking course! First day back and all hell breaks loose again, oh sweet Jesus… I can’t—“

“Eddie, you need to calm down. This is nothing like that. I’m sure she’s just with another group.” Steve said, trying to reassure his friend.

The truth was, even Steve didn’t know why you weren’t with the rest of the student body. And that wasn’t good enough for Eddie.

“She’s still in there, and none of the teachers are bothering to even find her.” He said, shrugging off his jean jacket and giving it to Steve. “I’m gonna go look, keep this safe for me will ya?”

“Wait— Eddie!”

It was no use, Eddie had already made up his mind. He did not go three years of school and literal hell for it all to end now with a gas leak. Running into the school, through a side door where the teachers couldn’t see him. He began his search for you.

Dodging the fire firefighters performing leak checks and the police guarding the English Lit classroom, Eddie was surprised how easy it was for him to be unseen.

He popped his head into the Drama prop room, “Pst. Angel— Y/n?” He yelled in a whisper. After no response, he continued to make the rounds.

From door to door, he halted in his tracks when he heard crying behind the janitor's closet.

“Y/n?” He said softly, opening up the floor.

And there you were, sitting on the floor with your legs tucked into your chest. You were crying into your arms. Your hair soaking from the humid air. The steam pipe never did get fixed. He remembered how nervous and happy you were the first time the two of you were in this closet, accidentally locked in.

You looked up, tears still spilling down your eyes. Your face was cut and bleeding.

“E—Eddie?” You said. “I— I didn’t mean to make it happen. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

He got the spare pipe from the corridor, using it to keep the door open after he stepped inside.

“Hey. It’s okay, you’re okay— you're okay right?” He said, slowly moving to crouch down in front of you. His hands instantly grabbing yours.

You nodded, “it’s just a few scratches— but one kid got glass in his eye. I didn’t mean it.” Crying, you lowered your head again. “Normally, I’m good at controlling it….”

“I know.” He said, and it surprised you. Springing up to look at him, he smiled as you hiccuped.

“What do you mean you know? How could you— don’t you think I’m crazy? I just said the window exploding was my fault.”

“I know more than you think,” he said, moving to stand up. He held his handout, encouraging you to follow him. “Come on, I know someone who can help. For now, we gotta get out of here.”

You nodded, crying into his shoulder. It was weird how accepting he was of the situation, you were so used to people running away in fear or berating you for being different. Yet here he was, a sincere look of concern overriding all other emotions in his face.

He shielded you with his arms, walking you around the corridors he knew of by heart. You were shaking against him, the blood still dripping along your cheek.

Back in the parking lot, teachers were all smoking away without a care in the world for the students' wellbeing. Eddie used it as the perfect opportunity to sneak you away into his van, hoping to get you away from the crowd and prying eyes.

“Are—are you sure it’s okay?” You asked.

He nodded, taking in the sight of you once again in his passenger seat. “We’ll have to wait a bit for them to be home, but we can get you all cleaned up, yeah?”

“Y—yeah.”

Never get in the car with strangers. Your mother always told you that. She always told you of the time a strange man wanted to take you away, threatening your parents. But you saw the man for what he was, a cold blooded monster. The images of him coloured in blood, his body burned and scared haunted your dreams for years after. Unsure why your mind saw him that way, you reacted defensively. By the time you were done with him, the blonde man in front of resembled the corpse in your mind.

You felt safe with Eddie. The low hum of the rough music filling the van as he drove. Perhaps you should have questioned more about where he was taking you, but you didn’t care. Your body and mind both felt at ease, like this was exactly where you were meant to be.

“Wayne— my uncle, is at work today.” He said, nervously. He understood that this was all new for you.

“Okay.”

“I um….. I should have asked if you were okay coming to my trailer, being alone with me— I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt.” He said, his fists tightening around the steering wheel. “This is— my castle.”

The trailer was small but significantly well kept. You half expected dead grass and windows falling apart, but while the trailer itself looked old, its surrounding environment was lively.

“Not bad hey?” He said, smiling as he switched off the engine. “I got really bored last summer so the kids and I decorated and cleaned up the place.”

“The kids?” You questioned, eyeing him up. “Are you telling me you’re a teenage father?”

“No! I mean— they’re my friends.” He said, mentally hitting himself for his choice of words. Of course you didn’t know who Dustin or Mike or Will were. “I took them under my wing, shielding them from the horrors and tormenting of high school bullies.”

“Aah, I see.” You smiled, “Much like you have for me today. Thank you, I don’t know what excuses I would have given if the police started questioning me.”

Like the gentleman he was, he rushed outside to open the door for you. Giving you a fake curtsy, he bowed down. He missed this. He missed having you this close to him, laughing ever so slightly at the way he was.

“Get in situations like this often?”

You sighed, “Sort of. It’s a long story— by the way….I still don’t understand how you seemed to calm by what I said.”

He paused for a moment, running his hand through his hair. Which was easier to do now, he remembered how much you teased him for not having a conditioner and he wasn’t going to make that same mistake twice. Besides, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like how soft and bouncier it made his curls.

“And why’s that so hard to believe?” He teased.

“So you believe that I somehow shattered the glass… even though I didn’t mean to?”

Leading you inside, you were taken aback by how many mugs and photographs hung around the walls of the trailer.

“Maybe, is it so crazy if I do?” He said.

“Um, yeah.” You said, laughing in disbelief at him. “You’re not even going to question it?”

“Nope, now come here. I got the disinfectant wipes.” He patted the bathroom bench, encouraging you to jump up. You followed his orders and finally saw what you looked like in the mirror. Shuddering to yourself.

He had to stand close to you, due to the right bathroom confinement and the need to be close enough to clean the wound. Luckily there was no glass stuck inside your cheek.

He was so close that you could make out the number of eyelashes on each of his eyes. Long and thick. They partnered up perfectly with those dark button eyes.

You were so lost in taking in all his glory that you failed to register the words coming from his lips. It wasn’t until he tapped your knee did you regain focus.

“Huh?”

“I said….” He smiled, “You’re all cleaned up.”

“Oh—thank you.”

The two of you stayed in the close proximity you were in. Unable to pull yourselves apart from one another, neither of you searing to look away from the other’s gaze.

His presence, no…. His entire being was so addictive to you. Not even 24 hours knowing him and he warped all your senses. You were utterly sucked in.

You wanted to kiss him, not caring how forward it was. You had to. You couldn’t deny the feeling building up inside you as you continued to look in his eyes. And you could tell from the way his eyes were locked on your face, and the way his hands tightened on their hold of your thighs…. Perhaps he felt the same.

Unlike anything you had ever done before. You leaned forward, crashing your lips to his.

It was like heaven opened up around you. Literally. As Eddie melted away into the kiss, you had the whole world slip away. Clouds of once foggy memories played through your mind. Flashing green and red lights, screams and monsters howling. It wasn’t what you expected to be focussing on during your first kiss; but the more you kissed him, the more you remembered.

The memories overpowered you, causing your already tearful eyes to cry profoundly. Eddie felt the tears against his skin and he was worried, worried that it was too soon to be kissing you.

He had to force himself to pull back from you, “Angel— are you okay?”

You didn’t respond, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in close again. Kissing him with full force. You remembered everything. You were safe, Eddie was safe…. And right now, you wanted to kiss him for as long as possible.

It was only until you needed air did you part from him. Leaning your forehead against his, you looked at him like it was the first time. Your hands running all along his face.

“I told you it’ll work.” You whispered.

He could see the change in your eyes, the slight change that signified you were back. It was you, inside and out.

“Y/n?” He said, this time it was his turn for emotion to break his voice.

“It’s me.” You said, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “It’s me, Eddie.”

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This is it! Reader finally has her memories back and we have 1 chapter left! Also, I write this on my death bed, coughing and fever, so if you see any errors, DM me or pretend you saw nothing.

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Chapter 4: Code Orange

Max whips her head around as she watches all of the lamps in the trailer start to flicker and buzz. They come back on a few moments later, but that doesn’t stop the cold dread that’s settled in her stomach.

Max is always scared when the lights flicker. She remembers when every single light in Starcourt began to dim and brighten sporadically, remembers watching the faces of her friends pale, bright reds and neon yellows sparking in and out of terrified eyes.

The lights go out at the trailer frequently, the electricity isn’t well kept in Forest Hills, but the way the power seems to tremble bears a striking resemblance to a warning. Just like the many shop front signs at Starcourt once did.

She hears a scream and drifts over the window. She pulls the curtain back and she watches her neighbor Eddie slam the door open and rush to his van. There’s a second figure behind him, but they move too fast in the poor lighting for Max to get a good look at them. The dust kicks up behind the van as Eddie peels out of the trailer park with a horrified expression, mouth moving a mile a minute as he talks to whoever’s in the passenger seat.

It’s weird, and Max feels that cold dread spread out around her. It might be nothing, Eddie always drives like a maniac, Eddie’s loud and screams a lot, the power at the trailer park is shit. It might be nothing, but it might be something. Something very, very bad.

Max lets the curtains fall behind her as she rushes over to her room. She digs around in her closet until she pulls out a shiny new walkie talkie. She never uses it, she hasn’t felt like talking to the party in a while. They don’t really get her, and she’s wanted to be alone recently.

Billy wasn’t a good brother. He wasn’t nice, and he wasn’t even her real brother. Still, Max can’t help but feel like it was her fault that he died. If she just noticed earlier, believed El from the beginning, hadn’t wished that he was dead. He died to save her, and after many nights begging the universe that he would just disappear, her prayers were answered. Max doesn’t believe in god, but she can’t help but think that if she didn’t want so bad, maybe it never would’ve happened.

She pulls up the walkie’s antenna and presses down on the button. “Hello? Anybody there?” She says to the walkie, releasing the button to wait for a response.

Nothing.

“Hello? I need to talk to you guys!” She’d be yelling if it wouldn’t wake her mother, but it would so she settles for a very forceful tone.

Silence.

She tries a few more times before she gives up and sets the walkie on her nightstand. She’ll wait until she hears the stalkers talking, they use them frequently for nothing important, it’ll be the best indicator of when they’ll be there to listen.

A few minutes later she hears a voice that is distinctly not any of the younger members of the party, but still a recognizable voice.

“Hey! Is anybody there? We’ve got a code…orange? I don’t know!”

Steve sounds freaked out as he shouts through the speaker. A shake to his voice that’s different from the way he sounds when he’s worried the party’s going to do something stupid and more reminiscent of the panicked way he sounded in the back of Billy’s camaro, bleeding from his face and almost certainly concussed.

“Steve? What’s going on?”

“Max? What’re you- it doesn’t matter. Something Upside-Down related might be going on. I need to talk to Dustin. Do you think you guys could come see me tomorrow at Family Video?”

“Upside-Down related?” She feels her arms turn to lead and the way her breathing picks up. She can’t lose someone again, it can’t be happening again. “Should we come see you now?”

“I think it’s okay for now—“

“Dude! You—“

“—it’s okay for now, but we should talk soon.”

“…alright. I’ll grab the nerds and meet you tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Max. See you soon.”

She sets the walkie back in the closet, but she leaves the antenna up and the door open in case Steve needs help. She doesn’t like the implications of what Steve said, and she doesn’t like waiting. Plus, she’s pretty sure she heard Eddie in the background, meaning whatever happened at the trailer was bad just like she thought it was. She can’t imagine an Upside-Down scenario that didn’t require immediate action, but if Steve said to wait, she could wait.

— — —

First thing in the morning after feeding her dog, she skates over to Lucas’s. She gets to Lucas’s and knocks on the door. Nobody opens it, so she knocks harder. She keeps knocking for a few more minutes before accepting that nobody’s home. The Wheeler’s is nearby so she tries them too. Nancy would be helpful, she’s got a lot more experience then she does. She gets an unhelpful response from Mr. Wheeler so she starts the trek to Dustin’s. It’s not far away, but it feels like eons to be just her and her thoughts.

Max wasn’t always an anxious person. She used to take things as they came and not worry about what she could and couldn’t change. If there’s nothing she can do to fix it, then there’s no point trying to find a way to. But that changed after Starcourt.

She feels constantly on edge. Like she needs to assess every possible outcome of every possible situation. Put her back to the walls so a demodog can’t sneak up behind her and surround her, note every exit so she knows where to run. There’s nothing she can do to stop it, but if she’s going to survive it she needs to be ready.

But there’s nothing to be ready for. The gate has been closed for months, there’s nothing lurking in the junkyard, or prowling in the woods. When the light flickers she just needs to check the lamps plugged in, when a plate breaks she just needs to clean it up. There’s no mind flayer to throw fireworks at, no bus to reinforce, and no Neil to sneak around.

She can’t help it though. Logically, she knows if the Upside-Down came back, she’d know. It always comes back loud, not always literally but it’s always noticeable. But there’s no more Will to sense it coming, no more El to push back against the monsters, no Joyce to notice the little things, and no Hopper to keep them in check. Just Max.

Which means if it’s back, if it’s really back, she has no idea what to do. The boys can figure out a plan, they always do, but they don’t have the tools they need anymore. Joyce packed their most valuable members up and left.

Max gets it, she really does, she’d give anything to go back to California with them. Sure she’d miss Lucas and Dustin, and she’d even miss Mike, but she’d be away from the ghosts and memories that haunt her nightmares. She’d be safe.

It feels selfish to want safety. She’s emotionally intelligent enough to know that that’s stupid. That safety and comfort are all things she deserves to have, that she’s wired to crave. But she’s supposed to be tough, she shouldn’t need a babysitter.

That’s why she likes Steve. He doesn’t ask her if she wants that, gives it to her anyways. He doesn’t push or prod like Lucas (she loves him, really does - though she doesn’t know that - but he has a need to make things better in ways he often just can’t) or needle her like Dustin. He’s just there. An adult to rely on, to take her to the arcade when her mom’s drunk and screaming, to bring her food that isn’t just microwaved hotdogs, and to stand between her and death whenever it comes for them.

She rolls up to Dustin’s house and knocks on the door. Ms. Henderson lets her in after a socially acceptable amount of small talk and an uncomfortable amount of motherly affection for someone who is not her child and informs Max that Dustin’s in his room.

She storms over to his door and pounds on it until he opens up with a glare and what’s probably a sarcastic remark on his tongue, but Max just shoves past him into his room.

“We need to talk for a second.”

“Nice to see you too, Max!” He spits at her, a venomous tone she has done nothing to deserve “long time no see! We haven’t seen you in weeks and now you’re barging into my house?”

She winces, she should’ve realized this conversation might be a bit difficult with her avoidance of the party recently. Honestly? She didn’t think Dustin would care. They aren’t super close, he’s not crushing on her anymore (thanks, Suzie) and they don’t always see eye-to-eye.

They don’t have time for this so she decides to simply ignore it. “Steve was on the walkie last night, something happened.”

She watched the anger fade from Dustin’s face as he registers her words, replaced by wide eyes and creased brows.

“What do you mean ‘something happened’? Is this a code red?” Dustin asks. He’s digging through a pile of clothes and pulls out a battered walkie talkie before he strides over to the other side of the room to grab a backpack.

“No, not a code red!” She rushes out before Dustin can compile a small armory in his backpack. That may have been a worrying statement, in retrospect, but she doesn’t really know how worried they should be so she thinks she deserves some slack, “Steve called it a code orange, whatever that means. Just said something potentially Upside-Down related happened and we need to talk. It didn’t seem like an emergency, but it sounded sort of urgent.”

Dustin relaxes a little bit, but his shoulders remain tense and his brow stays creased. He swears under his breath and drops his bag. He walks over to his bed and sits down, cupping his hands over his mouth and closing his eyes. “What do we know?”

“He just said to meet him at family video. But…I think I might’ve seen something.”

Dustin’s head snaps to her, focus overtaking his features. “What do you mean you saw something? Why were you near Steve’s?”

“I- it didn’t happen near Steve’s but…I saw the lights flicker,” Dustin inhales sharply, “and I saw Eddie speak away in his van—“

“Wait, Eddie? What does Eddie have to do with this?”

“Let me finish dumbass. Nothing that weird or anything. I mean...Eddie always drives like a maniac, and the power goes off at my place all the time. It's a piece of shit. But...I started to think back and I don’t know- the look on his face. He was scared, Dustin. He was really scared. Maybe he was scared because he saw a dead rat in his bed or something, but maybe…I don’t know…maybe something else happened.”

“Maybe something that caused the lights to flicker.” Dustin says softly, looking at the floor of his room. He’s got a sort of drawn expression, a resigned dread. Max feels that cold again. That feeling that tells her there’s nothing she can do now. That she just has to survive, and that’s all she can do.

“But- but that’s impossible, right? Something happening in two places at once?” She tries to rationalize. It’s a bad argument, she knows. Demodogs are pack animals, but that doesn’t mean they can’t separate. “And it was so quiet, monsters would’ve been louder, right?” There’s so much they don’t know. Anything could’ve happened there. Demodogs aren’t the only thing that lurks in the shadows.

“I don’t know,” he gets up and grabs his bag, determination radiating from him as he stuffs a lighter into the side pocket, “but there’s someone who knows what happened, and Eddie’s a problem for later.”

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fandoms-in-law · 5 months

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Alphabetical Inspiration

Summary: I took random words for every letter of the alphabet to inspire each small section of this fic This is Steve's journey to becoming a beautician, hairdresser and stylist

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Antique – The idea came from an antique. To be specific Steve got the idea of becoming a beautician for the first time when finding an antique case in the attic of his parents house.

They'd told him that they wouldn't come back to Hawkins after all the natural disasters and suspicious news reports and had asked Steve to pack up all their things and decide for himself what to keep or auction off from the attic.

So he found the antique case among many other antiques and upon opening it found cases of make up he doubted would be safe to use, now or in the past given the ingredients sometimes spoken about as once being in make-up. Steve still spent hours looking through the box, just wondering who had owned it and whether he could have the skills to do something like that.

Perhaps if necessary he could try learning more about it.

Beautician – Steve was going to do it. He was resolute and set on his path to become a beautician, if only so that he never, ever had to look at the clashing disaster that was Eddie attempting to wear colours.

Perhaps if Eddie had actually kept the black base his outfits usually had the colours would simply have brightened it up and the clash would have been eased by the darkness surrounding them, but frustratingly Eddie had instead resolved to have no black at all in the outfit, replacing it all with white clothes Steve was certain came from his own closet.

Certificate - “Oh pretty boy, you can insult me all you like, but I don't see any certificate backing you up there. This is the perfect look for the show. The Hideout said they want some colours through the summer, so we've got to agree with them.” Eddie goaded the first time Steve offered him a new outfit suggestion.

Steve glared at him, yanking out his acceptance letter and starting coursework from his bag. “In a few months I'll show you that certificate but until then you're my training dummy since I don't trust you to make an outfit that isn't an eyesore now.”

Declare - “What have you done to Eddie?” Dustin demanded baring into his house. “Is this some kind of payback, revenge or something?”

“Revenge for what? I have done nothing to him. If you're pissed about his outfit that is not me.” Steve declared his innocence, hands held up, before he smirked. “But if you think it's that bad please tell Eddie all about it. Apparently the hideout is asking for colourful outfits.”

He clearly wasn't believed by the glare thrown at him. “I'm going to need to verify that claim, but I declare that if you've lied your life will be unbearable.”

“Way to make a vague threat. Do you want a lift to Eddie's or the hideout?” Steve snorted, already grabbing his keys.

Endearment - “Sweetheart, Darling, Sunshine, Are you really putting yourself through cosmetology school just for moi?” Eddie piled on the endearments to excess as he followed Steve to his living room for what was meant to be a small film night for the young adults of the group and spotted the pile of coursework in the corner.

Steve glanced over to it at his words. “I'm doing it because I'm interested in it. Always have been interested in hair, extending that to the rest of beauty and style is fun too. But also, yes, for you, and to save your poor poor fans from having to witness those atrocious 'you said you wanted colourful costumes' outfits you were putting together. You'll need someone to help with that when Corroded Coffin makes it big, right?”

“Angel,” Eddie sighed, going over to actually look through the pages. “If the guys say we don't, I'm overruling them. How could I say no to such a charming man being this endearing?”

Frenetic – The energy in the house was vibrating. Robin actually was vibrating in her seat though, so perhaps that was just her impression. “Let me move, Steve. I want to see! You can't say I'm going to be your masterpiece and not let me look.”

“Well she's a bit frenetic. What happened to me being your test dummy, Stevie?” Eddie wandered in, leaning towards them but staying back when Steve held his hand up.

“I need to practise on all genders and preferably mixed skin types too. Erica and Lucas are asking their parents if I can practise on them occasionally and Max has already demanded it. Mrs Byers is insisting that if I'm going to do Will's hair she pays me for it and I think telling Jonathan that if he wants to volunteer he does the same.” He rattled off, cleaning the brush he'd been finishing off Robin's eye makeup with and pulling out a small comb to neaten the front of her hair a bit more.

Eddie nodded before realising he couldn't be seen. “Okay then, you're both feeling frenetic and I have no clue what'll help either of you calm down. Maybe some music?” He offered before freezing at the simultaneous no's yelled after him.

“Music makes it worse. Then we have to move to the beat and I can't do that and practise at the same time. Just like put the TV on or something if you need that distraction, but nothing that'll make me jump.” Steve suggested.

“Alright, Sweetheart.” If he'd doubted that Steve really was serious about his decision, those doubts would be gone now.

Gorse – El and Max both looked like complete messes. Steve had seen gorse bushes neater than their hair.

“You said you wanted to go for a walk while the boys played DnD and got set up for the sleepover, not wrestle the forest!” Steve exclaimed upon seeing them. “Inside and upstairs the pair of you.” He herded them away, thankfully not past the DnD table as he knew the boys would have got distracted at the sight of them.

He still turned back to quietly whisper to Eddie while the players debated their next moves, “The girls have decided to be gorse bushes. Make the game go longer so I can get this sorted out, please.”

Eddie nodded, biting his lips to avoid laughing or questioning what on Earth Steve meant. It definitely sounded like a fashion disaster whatever happened to the girls.

Hem – “Okay, so being a beautician involve sewing now?” Gareth asked. He'd joined Eddie at Steve's that evening, mainly because Eddie bugged him into agreeing, insisting that they'd get along if he gave Steve a chance.

Steve glanced at the fabric in his hands. “No, but I claimed to start this to sort out the atrocities of Eddie's outfits the occasions he uses colour. That's not done by a beautician but by a stylist so I took some extra modules to learn that as well. That involves knowing the hem styles of different clothes and I learn best by practical work.”

“Are you making something for me then, Sunshine?” Eddie sat as close as he could beside Steve, leaning closer.

“It's a dress for Nancy. But I can make you one later if you want.” Steve muttered. “You don't mind me hemming while we hang out, right?”

Gareth shook his head, realising the question was mostly directed at him. “Not at all, dude. Eddie wants us to get to know each other anyway.”

Invigorate – Steve leant against the door, amused and trying not to simply laugh at Eddie's confusion.

“New looks are invigorating, Eds. That's why they're so energetic right now. Everyone is excited over Will's new look after being concerned.” He called over, barely getting a glance from the kids, half of which were comparing Will to different characters now, all complimentary.

Eddie nodded, “Getting that, as long as none of them are possessed or something.”

“Nah, just momentarily more insane than usual.” He shrugged off the idea easily, pretending the comment didn't make him run a concerned eye over his family to check everyone looked fine.

Jocular – Everyone was frowning at Eddie's entrance. Since they'd heard him from the front door and could hear Steve's reaction to whatever he was wearing not much later, they'd known it was going to be some outfit, but now they just wondered where Eddie had managed to find a jester's outfit.

“Behold, Friends! I have found the most colourful costume to delight audiences with! Don't you think they'll find me jocular?” Eddie bowed, shaking his head so the bells on his hat jingled as he did.

Jeff and Gareth shared a look. “We're trying to make it as a metal band, not a comedy act, Eddie. Please, Steve, tell us you already planned an outfit for this jocular fool?”

“He's got a choice of 3, but I'm happy for the rest of the band to vote for which he uses.” Steve assured.

“Thank goodness.”

Kind – Steve was still staring at the key in his hand. He'd come over to hang out with Eddie, the other insisting on it when it was just the two of them spending time together, but Wayne had greeted him by handing the key over.

“It really is for here, you know.” Eddie remarked when the staring carried on too long. “He's just trying to show you're part of our family now.”

“But – I was cruel?” Steve asks, uncertainty bleeding through his voice.

Eddie nodded slowly, wondering just how many comments he and the rest of their party had made for that to be Steve's first thought about himself. “And now you're kind. Honestly you probably give saints a run for their money.”

“I'm just trying to make it all right.” Steve muttered, as if his cruelty when he was popular hovers over his shoulder constantly.

“Pretty sure you've done that multiple times over. You're just being kind now, Steve. You're good.” Eddie repeated.

Lieutenant - “So what's your inspiration been for this project?” The teacher asked, looking through the pages Steve had submitted as concepts.

It was his first time designing make-up looks and he'd been pretty nervous about them, but this, talking about the inspiration was something he could do. “Looks that would make me feel ready to march into hell. I and a number of friends have been through some really tough times so I asked them and myself what I wish I'd looked like while staring down possible death.”

“Some of these seem to be quite army inspired while definitely not looks that would be accepted by them.” The observation made him smile.

“Of course I did some like that too. People have described war as hell plenty of times so looking at the uniforms Lieutenants and generals might wear helped when I wasn't sure of my ideas.” He explained.

The teacher looked over them again, “You are an interesting student, Mr Harrington, and I'm glad you're putting so much into this course.”

Mountain – Robin had turned up at Steve's demanding a sleepover and now stared in confusion at the books piled on his coffee table. “I thought you said you were becoming a beautician not a librarian. This is a mountain of books.”

“Definitely felt that way coming home, but not really. It's just a few that I can learn more about the different roles in fashion and beauty.” Steve said, stacking the books together to put them to one side and immediately moving to clear away his notes similarly.

She shook her head, “You did everything to avoid studying like this before. When the hell did my soulmate think a dozen books isn't a mountain of reading to do.”

“When he found a subject he's interested in and a way to stick with Eddie when they do get known enough to go on tour.” Steve countered with a grin. “And it still isn't a mountain of books.”

Nefarious – Eddie glared. “This was your plot all along, wasn't it, Harrington? Get me to like you then torture me, nefarious, devious villain.”

“Of course. I schemed for months and put in hours of studying, just to make you get your hair washed in something other than the shower gel you claim can be a shampoo too.” Steve agreed. “How nefarious of me.”

“But my hair is fine.” Eddie continued to pout.

Steve smirked, reaching for Eddie's hair again and noticing how flustered he seemed to be. “It's a dry mess. You'll change your mind when you feel how soft it can be if you look after it.”

Organise – The exams were next week and Steve had no clue what order his notes were in. Actually he was quite certain they'd rearranged themselves to increase how confusing they were. “Nancy, I need help organising and studying my notes.” He said into the phone as soon as it connected.

“Wrong Wheeler but I'll grab her and we'll sort out your nonsense.” Mike replied with a put upon sigh. “Don't argue that I can't help. You two need someone to stop her from being a bitch because you never do.”

Steve had been going to argue but instead sighed back. “It's not her fault.”

“It is that it's carried on so long and yes I am echoing Dustin and El right now. I'm coming and probably better at helping you get organised than her. She's too precise for the rest of us.” Mike argued, hanging up before more could be said.

Ponce – Tommy had frozen where he was stood, watching them in the diner for a while now. It actually took Steve glancing over after pulling his beautician kit out for Tommy to unfreeze. “What, are you a ponce now, Harrington?”

“You been studying in England or something, Hagan? What a word to pick as an insult.” Steve countered, but just nodded to his kit. “Whatever you mean by it, yeah, I'm training to be a beautician. How are your dreams coming along or still following Daddy's lead?”

For a moment Tommy stuttered, before storming away without another word.

Quell - “A birdy told us you're getting stressed, so we are here to quell your every concern.” Eddie called through the house. Most of Hellfire was there too, already setting up a light-hearted film and snacks.

Steve frowned at them when he first came downstairs but relaxed soon after. “You know what, a night off from studying does sound brilliant. No big effort to quell anything necessary, I guess.”

Recognise – “He's literally planning to uproot his entire life for you dream, Eddie. Recognise that and ask him out already.” Gareth groaned.

Steve smiled behind Eddie, ignoring the speech that was undoubtedly denying the possibility he could be into Eddie. “Nah, I agree with Gareth. Please recognise that I'm planning to leave Robin and ask me out already.” He interrupted after deciding the speech had gone on long enough.

From Eddie's yelp he hadn't noticed Steve arrive but at least they left that hang out with a date planned.

Shillyshally – Robin and Eddie shared a glance as Steve paced the room again. “You're undecided, torn in two directions, shillshallying between ideas, trying to balance a seesaw when you need to pick a side to go down. This is where your quest has led you and now you must decide your next action. Would you prefer to let the dice decide?” Eddie starts narrating, getting confused laughter from Steve.

“Shillyshally?” He asked, still snickering.

Eddie leant back, “It seemed fitting. Want to role a dice to decide whatever has you pacing?”

“Might as well decide the prompt for my project that way.” Steve agreed.

Thwart - “Hey Eddie, Steve, your kids are being weird.” Gareth called through to them. He'd come over to talk about songs they could cover as well as share a few ideas for originals but paused to greet Mike, Lucas and Dustin where they were hanging out with Max at her trailer. “How could any of them have thwarted a fictional DnD character in real life?”

Eddie stopped where he'd been grabbing a drink, trying to figure out an answer, but Steve was already at the door. “They can't and are probably just being prats to each other. Especially since I've been told it was Erica that thwarted Vecna regardless.” He yelled over at the kids even though he was technically only answering Gareth.

Unctuous – It was the fourth time in as many weeks that Carol had found Steve when he was out and talked him into studying with her and Dustin wasn't having it.

“You unctuous cow! Are you trying to steal Steve from us for some reason? Flatter him for free treatments? He's already got all the test subjects he wants from the people who've stuck around and made him our family.” He hurried over already ranting.

Carol glanced around the table, reaching for the dictionary at the same time Steve did. “Where does this kid learn all these words?” She muttered to Steve as they looked up the definition together. “pretending to be kind? Kid, I'm not pretending to be kind, I literally told Steve from the first time I asked for this 'I need someone to bitch about subjects with and if your studying to be a beautician, I bet you could too.”

Vigil – Robin had invited herself over and immediately set about dragging Steve away from the mailbox. “This vigil is getting concerning now. You know the postman has already been today so lets do something else now.” She muttered, reaching for his hair when he fought her. “You know I'll drag you in by your hair. Your choice.”

“Fine, but it's not concerning. I just want to know I passed. They said certificates get sent out and there's no graduation ceremony so I want to get my certificate as soon as it's here.” Steve argued, shrugging himself up to follow her in “And there have been late deliveries before.”

“It's not worth a full on vigil over it. Unlike when you were watching over Eddie and Max in hospital a certificate doesn't wake up, not does it need conversation. We can relax now. Paint each others nails or something and not worry over whether they're perfect.” Robin reasoned.

Steve shook his head. “My work better be perfect.” He grumbled.

Woven – “You're going to make us like a braid, or maybe woven cloth.” Robin mused.

She was tangled together with Steve and Eddie, all cuddling on the sofa with a film she'd decided they had to watch earlier.

“How? I didn't think you were planning to join the get Corroded Coffin signed comity.” Steve sleepily asked. One of Eddie's hands was stroking his head gently, almost soothing him to sleep.

Robin flicked his arm, “Becaauuuussseee, I'm not letting Eddie replace me as your favourite person so we're just going to have to fit together perfectly regardless.”

Eddie laughed then, “Yup, I didn't get threatened by her so much as told to back off stealing all your time. It's why we've balanced out dates with evenings like this again.”

“We can be woven cloth.” Steve mumbled in agreement.

Xylem – “Nope, you are not going to say these kids don't have to pay for any reason other than that we're family and You, Sir Steven, are the xylem, the life blood that keeps this family of ours together, flowering and growing.” Eddie interrupted the speech Steve had been bullied into making at the graduation party they'd surprised him with after getting his certificate.

Steve glanced around at a few uncomfortable faces and made a guess at what xylem could connect to. “Let's not compare our family to a plant. I think we've all had enough of those being connected together for a century.”

“But it's a fun word to say.” Eddie playfully argued before laughing. “Whatever, you hold us all close and we love you for it.”

Young – “A Business owner while this young?” His mother asked incredulously. “Are you able to afford that?”

Steve hummed into the phone. “Well I was hoping I might have access to my trust fund in order to get started, but yes, whether that's granted or not, I've managed to get started and am now at the point to make it an official company. Of course my early customers will be my friends, or a few of the friends I fell out with in high school, but that can be how a lot of places begin.”

His mother laughed a little. “It's good to hear that you've stopped following the saying that youth is wasted on the young. I'll get the paperwork sorted to release your trust fund now.”

Zest – Steve was running around, making house calls and loving it. It felt like he'd found a zest for life he'd only faked before now.

People were complimenting his work and seeking him out for hairstyles, make-up for important events and style advice. He was making a place for himself and Hawkins seemed to be coming alive with him too.

If this was the zest of life then he was thrilled to have reached the point of living it.

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bekkachaos · 6 months

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For the AU asks what would happen in a Buddie Apocalypse fic? 🤩

Okay one, Buddie apocalypse (dirty scruffy, trauma-hardened men with baseball bats and playing it loose and fast with shotguns) would be super hot. Two, I have these thoughts:

The 118 have a small homestead that they live on, defended by fences they've put up and booby traps to let them know when someone (or something) is approaching, they grow their food, managed to find some chickens along the way, they've got it pretty good when they're not defending themselves from what's out there.

ENTER RIVALS TO LOVERS

Eddie appears and offers help in exchange for shelter, Buck is against it until he realises Eddie is travelling with a kid in which case "fine only because he has a child in need I DON'T like this guy though" and Eddie's all "don't worry, pretty boy you're not my type either"

Eddie acts like a tough guy (is really very soft and gentle and wants to find love in the dark apocalypse). Buck acts like he wants peace and harmony (but damn when Eddie first saw him swing a bat into a zombie to save his life, covered in dirt and blood and sweat, oh damn).

They of course get separated from the crew and have to hide out in an old barn because they're in the area of a rival group and they're looking for them (cue bickering between themselves followed by Eddie closing the space between them and covering Buck's mouth with his hand to shut him up, both of them pressed against each other into a corner with Eddie's finger on the corner of his mouth as they hear them walking around the perimeter and how the fuck are Buck's eyes so blue? And where is all that anger and mistrust? Why does he look like... that? And why is my hand still touching his mouth the danger has very clearly passed)

Then of course you have walking back in awkward silence, sharing odd glances. Eddie asks why Buck saved him back there where he can't stand him. Buck tells him he just doesn't trust new people, not until they've proved themselves, he's been burned before, but better he save Eddie so he can go back to Christopher.

A STORM BEGINS TO BREW

They are damp and too far to make it back before it gets dark, they break into an abandoned house (THERE'S ONLY ONE BED) they raid the kitchen for some canned goods, they raid the closet for some clothes so they can sleep dry, Buck offers Eddie the bed but he won't take it. "Least you could do after saving me is take the bed". "Maybe it'll help you on the way to trusting me".

God Buck looks beautiful in soft fresh clothes, even if they are a little stale Eddie can't stop staring and shit, pretty boy is kind of exactly his type. Buck settles in the bed, Eddie lays a blanket on the floor but doesn't lie down. He asks Buck what the look was in the barn, when he silenced him, there was a look and Buck just sighs without looking at him.

"Everyone has someone they've found along the way. They all have arms to fall into at the end of another shitty day at the end of the shitty world. You ever just forget what it feels like to be touched by another person? Not like a sister, not like a friend, not patching up a wound. People aren't exactly easy to come by, or easy to trust when they do. No one's touched me like that in years. I needed a moment. I took it. That was the look. Just forget it, sounds stupid just.. forget it."

Eddie sits down on the bed Buck still won't look up at him, not until he's kneeling by his side, fingers grazing his elbow and guiding him onto his side so he can lie down beside him and just press himself into Buck's back, wrapping his arm around Buck's arm and pinning it to his chest tightly, letting his nose press into the back of his neck. Buck's other hand reaches up to hold Eddie's wrist so tight, and they don't say anything but Eddie can feel the soft sobs of relief in Buck's chest until they fall asleep together.

And of course more angst and miscommunication in the morning before they sort their shit out, maybe some blood and another life saving before they kiss in this release of passion and feelings and pent up EMOTIONS

Okay I am done oopsie 😅

Send me an AU and I'll give you five or so facts / events that would happen in the story!

#i am so sorry apocalypse au is something i would love to write and have FEELINGS about #thank you meegs ❤️#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #apocalypse au #ask game

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There is just something so nice about thinking about the potential Eddie and Steve had to be more. Because Eddie had the potential to look outside the boxes that he put people in, like Lucas and Steve and how they interact with fellow nerds Mike and Dustin, and to be forced upon to look that the boxes were useless.

Because even as Steve can rip a bat with his teeth and fight like his life is the last thing he needs and everyone he loves are the most precious things first. Steve has no confidence in himself in the aspect of knowledge or his on-the-fly thinking which save their asses. Eddie is having this light shone on this "jock" to find a vulnerable guy that fights the fight because even as Nancy has a gun it's not enough sometimes for these other beings.

Eddie has to look at Lucas being there for his friends first, stubborn loyalty to his friends even when he risks his life for Eddie (who was a dick to him for the DnD night vs Tournament). Lucas standing by his friends, making sure Max always has someone nearby, being the one to go up against a half-crazed Jason Carver.

This forcible realisation making Eddie uncomfortable because he had been conforming to expectations when he vowed to never be like that. Eddie getting comfortable to this change, jarring and earthshaking, as he sees this group of ragtag people come together.

And honestly, if Eddie was still alive he'd try to cling onto this group, to watch and observe as the oddities they hold are truly wonderful to see. He still hangs out with Hellfire and Corroded Coffin. But... But Robin Buckley is the one with ramblings as Steve makes a comment that both makes his mind melt and stir in question. But Nancy Wheeler with her pristine perfect planner with what is planned of the day and having a gun in her closet.

There is something that makes him want to stay. Stay and learn more and to unlearn things that he previously thought.

And Steve having an opportunity to get answers and someone that isn't a genius to talk like a normal person. Feeling a piece of normality of knowledge again in a strange way as Eddie explains his thought process if Steve explained his own.

Steve having the time to process that Eddie is like the rest of them. Being strange and odd and completely aware of it and being soothed in the company but also having someone that also understands his pains when Robin can't exactly get it.

There would be a moment where Steve would have more company than Robin and the kids and sometimes Nancy. And be it someone in the same age bracket and a guy and close by and not thousands of miles away. The arc that Eddie would have is amazing but his arc affecting other arcs is also important. As Robin would learn that she has more friends outside of band than Steve. As Dustin would see how his two older brother figures coming to terms but realising it takes time to do that rather than pressuring it. As Nancy gets to realise that her brother is on a similar path and wishes to understand him more after seeing Eddie almost die.

The potential Eddie had and has for an arc like this is amazing and honestly. I want more talks about it.

#stranger things #steve harrington #st #eddie munson #steve x eddie #platonic stobin #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #have fun with this #i like analysing these things :)#steddie #in a way

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ladykailitha · 5 months

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I am frustrated with technology at the moment. Windows 11 decided that it was going to save my stories in two places. And with two stories (I almost put twice, it was way more than twice) it only showed the versions that were from before I got my new laptop.

So like with Royal Pain's epilogue, the version I sent @duraffinity for Exit Eddie Pursued By a Steve was the version I posted here and not my edited copy (I at least try to do a SPaG read before I send it to her so it's not too bad).

So I'm struggling with leaving it as is on AO3 or trying to send the version I had worked on for her to get the right on edited and posted on AO3.

Version 2.0 in all its 4882 word glory under the cut:

Eddie had been on his way to the choir room for his weekly “meeting” of the Hellfire Club. They had to have in there this week due to the unfortunate fact that the school musical was currently being preformed and they actually needed the drama room closet.

Suddenly a gaggle of people came tearing out of the stage in a hurry. The last of which was someone in a large red wig and bright yellow dress. But Eddie knew those hazel eyes anywhere.

He let out a low whistle. “Looking gorgeous there, Harrington.”

Steve skidded to a stop in his kitten heels and turned to see who had cat-called him.

“Yeah?” Steve said to him under half-shut eyes. “You like what you see, Munson?”

Eddie gave an appraising glance up and down. “I do indeed.”

“Too bad I have to change out of it,” Steve teased.

Eddie shook his head sadly. “Now, why would you want to go and do a thing like that?”

Steve laughed. “Because I’m in the next scene, and I ain’t wearing this!”

Eddie laughed, too. “Damn shame.”

Steve looked around and then hurried over to him. “If you like it that much, meet me after the play.”

He winked and then gathered up his skirt and ran for the changing room.

Eddie was still standing there when Jeff, Gareth, and Brian came up behind him.

“Who was the broad?” Brian asked.

Eddie licked the top row of his teeth. “That was no broad, gentlemen. That was King Steve in a ballgown.”

“Wait, what?” Jeff asked, his face screwed up in confusion. “No way.”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie hummed. “And I’m pretty sure he just asked me backstage after the play for a little action.”

All three other boys turned to him in shock.

“Ain’t no way,” Gareth hissed. “It’s probably some prank to have the basketball team jump you or something.”

Eddie grinned. “Come on, boys. We’ve got dragons to slay before they kick us out of the choir room, too.”

They all followed him to the choir room, a little confused on what just happened.

Steve waited nervously after getting one of the band and orchestra geeks to help him back into the dress. The wig and makeup were gone, as were the shoes. Those things pinched.

His dress swished back and forth as he paced wringing his hands.

“Oh.”

Steve stopped in his tracks and turned to the open door. Eddie stood there with an expression that Steve couldn’t quite make out.

“I have to know before we do this,” he rambled. “Are you wanting to do this because you thought I was beautiful as a girl in a dress? Or because you thought I looked beautiful in the dress?”

Eddie paused for a moment. “That is a very important distinction and one you are right in asking, sweetheart.”

Steve blushed deeply.

Eddie crowded his space and lifted his chin gently, “You look beautiful, Stevie.”

He gasped and Eddie dived on in, pressing their lips together. Instantly, Steve’s tongue tangled with his.

Eddie pulled away reluctantly. “We are definitely doing this.”

Steve nodded. “Just try not to get anything on the dress itself, otherwise I’ll be murdered by the drama teacher.”

Eddie chuckled darkly. “You’ve got it, babe.”

When Eddie walked in the room, Steve appeared coy. Shy even. And then when Steve asked why he was interested in fucking him in that dress, he suddenly got it.

“Anyone ever take care of you, Stevie?” he murmured, slowly pulling up the folds of the dress to get at those delicious thighs.

Steve shook his head. “I’ve only had sex with girls. They tend to expect you to do all the work.”

“Oh, darlin’,” Eddie cooed. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

Steve threw his head back and moaned as Eddie caressed the sides of his thighs.

“That’s it,” Eddie purred, mouthing along the expanse of Steve’s neck, “you sound so good.”

He pushed down the pantaloons Steve was wearing and tucked the dress behind his beautiful cock and sank to his knees.

Steve’s hands immediately buried into Eddie’s hair, pulling him all the way onto his cock.

Eddie lifted one of Steve’s legs and tucked it over his shoulder. He took the spit and slick from his blowjob and coated his fingers. He pressed one finger into Steve and the boy let out the most delicious sounds.

Eddie wished he could swallow them up, but he would have to settle for swallowing Steve down entirely. He continued to open Steve up and suck him off. Suddenly Steve was coming in ribbons down Eddie’s throat.

Eddie stood up and kissed Steve dirtily, mouth still slick with his cum.

Eddie gathered up the skirt of the dress and pressed into to Steve’s hands. “Hold on tight to that, darling. We don’t want to get anything on it, right?”

Steve nodded. He let out a low whine, taking in as much of Eddie as he could.

Eddie lined himself up and slowly pierced Steve’s ass.

“Eddie!” he cried. “Oh god!”

Eddie took that as encouragement and slid all the way to the hilt.

Steve wanted to grip the back of Eddie’s shirt and fist his hair, but his hands were occupied by the skirt of his dress. He held on tight, barely holding on as Eddie fucked him wildly.

Soon Eddie was coming into Steve, in rough, hopeless waves.

Steve let out a breathless sigh. “God, oh fuck.” He moved to bring his hands down but Eddie stopped him.

“We need to get you out of this dress first, darlin’,” he murmured into Steve’s ear, “then you can lower your arms, all right?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Eddie giggled at how far gone Steve was. He removed the dress and hung everything up their proper places, while Steve panted for air, pressed against the crates Eddie fucked him against.

Once Steve was able to catch his breath, he asked, “How did you know where everything went?”

Eddie turned back to him with a grin. “This is where my club meets for D&D. The Hellfire Club, ever heard of it?”

Steve nodded. “I’ve got these kids I babysit that love that game. It’s all they’ve been talking about when it comes to picking out classes and clubs for next year.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow and sat down to watch Steve clean up himself and get dressed. He wondered where it was all going to go from there. Would Steve throw him out? Punch him? Mock him?

“I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else,” Steve muttered darkly as he ran his hand through his hair. He stood there in sweatpants and ratty old yellow sweater, looking every bit as beautiful as he had in the dress.

Eddie grinned. “Yeah, big boy? How’s that?”

“I don’t think I’ve come so hard in my life.”

Eddie cackled. “Right back ‘atcha, sweetheart.”

Steve blushed and walked over to stand between Eddie’s legs. “We’ve had dessert, what would you say to a late dinner?”

Eddie smiled up at him and then pulled him down for a kiss. “Sounds perfect, Stevie.”

“I call bullshit,” Brian said the next morning at their lockers when Eddie told them. “There is no way you sucked Harrington’s dick.”

“Did a slight more than that, Bri,” Eddie crowed.

Jeff frowned. “Prove it.” He jutted his chin across the hall to where Steve was at his locker getting stuff out for the next class. “There’s ‘your boy’ as you say. Go get him.”

“Watch and learn, boys,” Eddie said flippantly.

He strutted across the hall to Steve and placed his hand on the locker next to him by his head.

Steve turned around, closing his locker. “Oh, hey, Eddie.”

Eddie smirked. “Morning, princess.”

Steve leaned against the lockers and laughed. “I’m the ugly step-sister, remember. Not the princess.”

“You were as pretty as one last night,” Eddie teased.

Steve grinned and put his arms around Eddie’s neck. “Hmm...that kind of talk is what got us in that position in the first place.”

Eddie grinned right back, putting his hands on Steve’s waist. “You saying flattering works on you, sweetheart?”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “I’m saying it doesn’t hurt.”

He pressed his lips to Eddie’s and they both melted into the kiss.

“Am I going to see you at lunch?” Eddie asked pulling away and pressing their foreheads together.

Steve shook his head. “You have first lunch and I have second.”

“So cruel,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing a patch of bare skin between Steve��s jeans and where his sweater had risen up because of his arms around Eddie’s neck.

“I’ll see you after school, okay?”

Eddie nodded. “It’ll be torment until I see you again.”

“For me, too,” Steve breathed.

And then Eddie was digging his fingers into Steve’s sides, tickling him.

“Eddie!” Steve protested, laughing.

Eddie leaned forward and kissed the smile off his face. “Later, Princess.”

“Later, Eds.”

Eddie turned and walked away.

“Eddie!” Steve called out. “Catch!”

Eddie managed to catch whatever it was on sheer instinct. He looked at it to see that it was Steve’s varsity basketball ring.

“Hold on to that for me,” he said with a smile. “It’s special to me.”

Eddie saluted and practically skipped back to his friends.

Steve laughed, shaking his head fondly.

“Holy fuck,” Jeff said. “He laughed at an Eddie-ism and not mockingly either.”

“His varsity ring,” Gareth replied numbly. “He gave Eddie his varsity ring.”

“That possessive draping his arms over Eddie’s shoulders...” Brian muttered.

Eddie just chewed happily on his pretzels as he watched his friends repeat all the things that Steve and he had done that morning.

“So...no broken hearts this fine Friday morning, is there?” he said into a brief lull in their retelling.

All three heads snapped his direction.

“How the hell did you manage to convince Steve Harrington to be your boyfriend?” Jeff asked.

“I really don’t think you want the play by play,” Eddie teased.

They all made gagging sounds.

Suddenly their table darkened. They stopped talking and they looked up.

There, standing above them were Tommy H, Carol, and about half the basketball team all glaring at Eddie.

“And how I can I help you gentlemen and lady today?” he asked, grinning around chewing on a pretzel.

“What did you do to Steve?” Tommy asked. “What spell did you use, man?”

Gareth snorted.

“This is serious!” Carol shrieked. “You tell your friend to undo whatever it was that he used to curse Steve.”

“Hon,” Jeff said with a raised eyebrow, “if Eddie could do magic don’t you think he would have magicked his way through school and not had to do a second time at being a senior?”

They all kind of looked at each other a moment before the muttering started.

Eddie just shook his head. “Or maybe, just maybe Steve needed someone to take care of him the way he takes care of everyone else.”

His flicked around the room and he could see Nancy and Jonathan inching closer to hear him.

“Because,” he continued a little louder, “if you lot had given as much of damn about him as he did about you, maybe I wouldn’t have had to adopt him like have all my other little sheep. So fuck off. And maybe ask Steve why he abandoned you lot.”

He waved them off and went back to eating his lunch.

Steve was showering after gym and could feel the eyes on him. He looked up to see that half of the boys showering were looking at him and the other half was avoiding his eye.

“Did theater turn you gay?” one of the guys asked.

Steve had give it to the kid for actually having the balls to say something. He sighed and turned off the water. “I like dicks and hard chests, sure. I also like soft breasts and wet cunts. It’s not always an either or thing.”

Some of the guys started covering their junks and he laughed.

“Oh god, I don’t care about your dicks, for fuck’s sake,” he said rolling his eyes. He turned the water back on. “I’ve never looked at any of your scaly dicks. I know how fast you shower. I don’t need to look at your dick to know you didn’t wash it.”

Some of them ducked their heads as they knew he was talking about them.

“And don’t think for a second that I’m the only queer in this shower room either,” he continued. “You lot aren’t as slick as you think you are. Plus, what would I want with any of your dicks? Have you seen Munson’s? Take it from someone who has, it’s far superior to you lot.”

Steve finished up rinsing his hair and got dressed. The second he was out the door, the locker room erupted in a cacophony of gossip. He just shook his head.

Steve walked out to the parking lot where Eddie was waiting for him. He strolled right up to where his boyfriend was lounging against the driver’s side door of his van.

“Hey, honey,” Eddie greeted with a big smile. “Miss me?”

“Always.” Steve kissed him soundly.

Eddie pulled him closer to deepen the kiss, hands buried into Steve’s gorgeous locks.

When they finally broke apart, Eddie licked his lips. “Damn, Stevie, if you kiss all the girls like that it’s no wonder they’re after you all the time.”

Steve draped his arms around Eddie’s neck. “Only you, sunshine.”

Eddie tucked his hands into Steve’s back pockets. “You got the play again tonight?”

Steve hummed. “And tomorrow, too.”

Eddie chewed his bottom lip. “I want you to meet my Uncle Wayne. Is it too soon?”

Steve shook his head. “I’d love to meet your uncle, baby. You just don’t want to meet my parents.”

Eddie pursed his lips. “You won’t get into trouble by dating me so openly, will you?”

Steve shrugged. “I don’t honestly know. But it wouldn’t matter if I did. I’d pick you over those jackasses that haven’t been around much since I turned sixteen.”

Eddie hummed. “Okay, baby. I just want you safe.”

Steve kissed him. “Thanks for that. But I’ll be fine.”

“So I’m coming to the play tonight,” Eddie said, “all proper, with a ticket and everything.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “You hoping for a repeat performance after last night, Eds?”

“And if I was?” he growled in Steve’s ear.

Steve giggled. “I have an outfit that I’m actually wearing at the end of the play that I think you’ll enjoy a little more than the ballgown, baby.”

Eddie’s nostrils flared in want. “Yeah, honey, we can do that.”

Steve kissed him deeply. “Can’t wait.”

“What time do you have to be here tomorrow for the play?”

“About three o’clock, why?” Steve asked, rubbing his nose along Eddie’s.

“My uncle has work at two,” Eddie explained, “so why don’t you come over tomorrow for lunch and meet him.”

Steve kissed him fiercely. “Okay, sunshine. I’ll bring pizza, is noon okay?”

Eddie nodded. “I’ll see you then, princess.”

They finally broke apart and Steve walked back the school.

Jeff shook his head and clacked his tongue. “Dude that was the most disgusting display of affection I’ve ever seen. And you’ve met my parents.”

Eddie cackled. “Just wait boys, I have feeling we’re about to get so much worse.”

Eddie sat in the back of the school auditorium and grinned when Steve came out in a yellow robe over just a corset and pantaloons with stockings and kitten-heeled shoes for the scene with Cinderella trying on the glass slipper.

Eddie ran his tongue over his lips slowly. Steve had been right. The ballgown had been a treat, but this? This was the fucking main course.

He waited until all the other guys had filed out of the drama room to enter. He nearly growled when he saw Steve draped against the sofa dressed as he was in the play minus the silk robe. Which was fair. That was a lot harder to keep out of the way.

“Like what you see, beautiful?” Steve murmured. He rand his hands down the corset and Eddie growled. And then pounced.

Sex that time was different. Now that they both knew that they were on the same page, it was both more tender and a lot raunchier.

When they were getting dressed, Steve hummed.

“You know,” he said. “you really are good at making sure there isn’t anything on the clothes.

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “That’s because if you’re sneaking around and don’t want people to know, you learn real quick the art of not letting it show on the outside.”

Steve stopped what he was doing and walked over to him. He lifted his chin and gave him a deep kiss. “You’ll never have to worry about that unless you want to. Like tonight and last night. This is just a bit of fun, but...” he held up Eddie’s right hand that held Steve’s varsity ring, “this is a full on declaration, okay? I won’t ever hide that I’m yours.”

Eddie nodded. “You’ve got it, sweetheart.”

“Good,” Steve murmured. “I’m starving and Benny’s has pancakes on special on Fridays.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, baby, it’ll be my treat.”

The next morning Wayne found Eddie pacing the living room.

“What’s got you around the twist?” he finally asked after the hundredth sigh.

Eddie wrung his hands. “So you know how I don’t introduce you to the guys I sleep around with?”

Wayne snorted. “I figured they just liked leaping out of windows when I came home.”

Eddie giggled. “Well, this one wants to meet you.”

Wayne raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Eddie chewed on his bottom lip. “He’s really good to me, Uncle Wayne. And I mean, really good.”

Wayne hummed. “What do you mean?”

Eddie started pacing again. “It’s like every time I think, ‘oh this is it, this the part where he gets embarrassed by me’ he does something super sweet and cements that he’s with me for the long haul. It’s like he’s inside my head reading my insecurities and coming up with things that would allay those fears.”

He stopped in front of his uncle and handed him the ring.

“He gave this to you?” Wayne asked before really looking at it.

“In front a large crowd of people so that people wouldn’t say I stole it from him.”

Wayne’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? Wasn’t that dangerous?”

Eddie nodded, close to vibrating out of his skin. “But he wanted people to know he belonged to me and no one else.”

“It doesn’t look very expensive,” Wayne said with a chuckle.

“No,” Eddie agreed. “It’s a chintzy thing, but it’s important to him so...”

Wayne actually looked at the ring, like really looked at it. “Ed. This is a varsity basketball ring.”

Eddie nodded again. “That’s the other reason I’m nervous introducing you to him. We were both targets of jock bullies in school until we became untouchable through admittedly very different ways. You with auto body and me with metal.”

He sat down and then back up again. “And I won’t lie and say he wasn’t like that, but after getting a concussion he started to realize popularity wasn’t all it cracked up to be so he joined drama, ditched his asshole friends and–”

“Who are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Wayne interjected gently.

Eddie blushed. “He’s just so good, Uncle Wayne.”

“So why are you trying so hard to convince me?”

Eddie gulped and sat down on the sofa, hard.

“Because it’s Steve Harrington.”

Wayne stared at him for a moment and then moved to sit next to him on sofa. “We’ve talked about him before, what so different this time?”

“He wants to meet you for a start,” Eddie said furrowing his brow. “Like even the boys that were out when they were with me didn’t want to do that. He bitched out a bunch of boys in the locker room for ragging on me. And I didn’t hear that one from him by the way. I overheard a couple of guys from his gym class talking about it. When I asked it about it later, he brushed it off like it wasn’t a big deal.”

“It wasn’t a big deal to defend you against bullies?” Wayne asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah.”

Wayne licked his lips slowly. “All right, let’s meet this boy of yours. When is he coming over?”

“Today at noon?” Eddie said with a grimace.

Wayne looked around at the newly tidied trailer and simply said. “Ah.”

“He’s bringing pizza for lunch,” Eddie said sheepishly, “if that helps.”

“Depends from where.”

Eddie pushed him playfully. “You are such a pizza snob, God!”

There was a knock on the door and Wayne looked at his watch. “Looks like your boy is a little early.”

Eddie blushed.

“I wonder if I can have him teach that trick to you,” he said rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

He got up to get the door and had his hand on the doorknob before Eddie came to his senses.

“Don’t you dare open that door, old man,” he said scrambling to the door. “I won’t have you to scare him off because of his pizza choices.”

Wayne laughed, but let Eddie open the door. On the other side was a grinning Steve.

“I hope Carlos’s Pizza is good enough,” he said holding up the two large boxes.

Wayne took the boxes from him and peeked into the top one. “You’ll do.”

He wandered off into the kitchen for plates.

Eddie grabbed Steve by the lapels of his stupid Members Only jacket and hauled him inside to kiss the daylights out him.

Steve yelped in surprise, but went willingly into his boyfriend’s arms.

“You brought pizza from the only Italian pizzeria in town,” Eddie breathed. “He is going to love you.”

Steve laughed. “I have an Italian grandmother and rich parents, we only have ever gotten pizza at Carlos’s.”

Wayne stopped short in the small area between the kitchen and the front room, pizza shoved in his mouth. He swallowed roughly.

“I hadn’t thought about that,” Wayne said a little sheepishly. “Of course he brought good pizza.”

Steve couldn’t help feel like that had lost him points.

“I’ve set some plates out for you two,” Wayne said, jutting his thumb behind him.

Eddie and Steve went to kitchen. The plates didn’t match, but Steve couldn’t find it in him to care.

Eddie opened the top box and grimaced.

He went to pull out a slice, but Steve slid the bottom box out and opened it for him.

“Cheese?” Eddie asked looking into the new box. “You bought me a cheese pizza?”

Steve smiled. “Sure. You always pick off the pepperoni off your pizza when we had it at school.”

Eddie opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before snapping it shut to kiss Steve senseless.

“I didn’t know you noticed that,” he admitted shyly.

Steve laughed. “Dude, you used to throw the pieces into Tommy H’s hair.”

Eddie giggled. “Oops!”

They went out to the front room and Eddie sat on the sofa, and Steve sat on the floor between Eddie’s knees.

Wayne raised an eyebrow at Eddie’s meatless pizza, causing Eddie to blush.

“So Eddie tells me you’re dating now,” Wayne said after polishing off one of the slices he picked up for himself.

“Yes, sir,” Steve said, curling one hand around Eddie’s calf and rubbing it soothingly.

“You’re not worried about what’s gonna happen to two boys out in Bumfuck, Indiana?”

Steve looked up at Eddie and then back to Wayne. “Not really. I probably should. I know it’s dangerous. But I’m tired of hiding who I am to be palpable for other people.”

“You aren’t worried about what your parents are going to think?” Wayne pressed.

Steve shrugged. “They’d have to actually be home to do shit.”

Eddie and Wayne shared a glance over Steve’s head.

“What do you mean, baby?” Eddie asked softly.

“They started taking trips together when I turned sixteen,” he explained, picking at the crust of his pizza, tearing off little chunks. “The trips have gotten longer and longer the older I’ve gotten. Some days, I don’t think they remember they have a son.”

Wayne wanted to poke that statement a little bit more, but Steve was already shutting down.

“They will find out eventually,” Wayne said gently. “It’s not as though they aren’t completely disconnected from the Hawkins rumor mill.”

Again Steve rubbed Eddie’s calf, a move Eddie was starting sense was about Steve’s comfort and not his own.

“They didn’t come home when Billy Hargrove bashed my head in with a plate for stepping between him and a black fourteen year old kid for daring to hang out with his step-sister.”

The glance between Wayne and Eddie was far more concerned the last.

“Is that why you came to school after missing a couple of days with your face all black and blue?” Eddie asked softly, not sure he could say it louder. Not with Wayne nearby.

Steve nodded. “Quit the basketball team after that. That got my dad calling let me tell you. Hurt and in the hospital in the second major concussion in two years, fucking crickets. Quit the basketball team, on the phone screaming about wrecking my chances to get into a good college.”

“That’s more reason to be concerned, you realize?” Wayne asked.

Steve sighed. “Probably. But when I turned eighteen, I opened my own bank account and have been stashing away money to get out if I needed to.”

Eddie bristled at that. “You shouldn’t have to.”

Steve shrugged again. “I’ve been wanting to get out that house for a while now, and I have enough saved up to do it. Which probably why I outed myself, I guess. I knew I could walk away if I needed to.”

“So why Eddie?”

Steve blushed. He looked up at him with a dopey grin. “I’ve had a crush on him for years. Hell, my first major girlfriend was essentially fem!Eddie. Beautiful, dark curly hair, deep soulful eyes...” He ducked his head in embarrassment.

“Years?” Eddie asked. “Seriously?”

Steve stroked Eddie’s calf again and hummed in agreement. “Yeah. Ever since I started high school. You were so unapologetically yourself standing up to bullies, making sure the weirdos, freaks, and outcasts were taken care of. God, how I wished I could be one of your sheep. But I had to have the right friends, date the right people, take the right classes. So I watched you from afar.”

He looked up at Wayne. “Did he tell you how we got together?”

“Yup,” he said, sucking on his teeth.

“All of it?”

“Yup.”

Eddie laughed. “Sorry, sweetheart. I tell him everything.”

Steve shook his head. “That must be so nice.” He scratched his cheek. “When Eddie told me he was into me, that it wasn’t just about having sex, I wanted to make sure everyone knew how much I was into him.”

Eddie leaned down a kissed the top of his head. “That’s because you love loud, Stevie. And I wouldn’t have any other way.”

Steve kissed Eddie’s knee as a thank you.

“Ed said that you seemed to recognize the doubts in his head,” Wayne said, “and take steps to combat them before they took root.”

Steve blushed. “Oh, I didn’t even realize I was doing that. I just knew all the fears I had and what I would have liked my partner to do to allay them. And then did that.”

“You’re so sweet, babe.” Eddie ran his fingers through Steve’s hair and he leaned into the touch with a sigh.

Steve laid his head on Eddie’s knee, soaking up the comfort. Eddie kicked Steve’s thigh with his foot.

“Eat up, Stevie,” he murmured.

Steve straightened up and began to eat. The rest of the meal, descending into a comfortable silence.

They cleaned up and Steve let them keep the leftovers.

Steve said goodbye to Eddie and Wayne and him walked out to their vehicles together, Wayne for work and Steve to the final practice before the last performance.

Wayne patted his shoulder. “You’re a good kid, Steve. And if you ever need a place to run to, run here.”

Steve blushed for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon, but nodded. As he got into his car and pulled away he shook his head fondly. In the space of two hours, he had found himself a home.

The last two days had really changed his life. He had someone who loved him for who he was and a place to run to if things got bad. The ugly step-sister didn’t need a prince to happy, all it took was one earnestly sincere metalhead and Steve would take that over Prince Charming anyway. Especially since the prince had been played by Tommy H.

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flowercrowngods · 1 year

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For the spotify number challenge: felt like the proper Eddie way to do it. Gay dice say 51

A/N: kdfhjd bless you for this omg. you were already my favourite but damn, this is a very Eddie move and I am kissing your hands very gently 🫶🤍

Alan Walker – Alone (2016)

In which Steve learns that sometimes, being there for someone means that they can be there for you, too. | 702 words of h/c

Steve took one look at Eddie in that hospital bed after the end of everything and decided that Eddie Munson wouldn’t have to go through it alone. Through all the trauma, the bad dreams, the insomnia, the crippling fear of opening your closet and finding it has become another gate into the Upside Down. Eddie – pale, vulnerable Eddie who looked so vulnerable and small in the too white, too glaring hospital bed – wouldn’t have to be alone. Not if Steve had any say in it. Which he did, because he could be as stubborn as any mother.

“Hey, buddy,” he had whispered to Eddie as he woke up. It was the middle of the night and Steve was the only one here. “Hey.” He took Eddie’s hand in his, wrapped them around it to warm Eddie up. “You’re safe, Eddie. They’re fine, they’re okay. You saved them. All of them. You’re a hero, okay?”

Eddie’s eyes drooped then, and Steve smiled, held onto his hand and squeezed.

“You get so sleep now, Eds. I’ll be here when you wake up. You won’t be alone, I promise.”

He watched as the boy fell asleep and his heart ached. So did his entire body, but that was to be expected when several pounds of skin and flesh were suddenly missing. Eddie held onto his hand even in sleep and Steve didn’t have the heart to make him let go. So he grabbed the pillow he’d been given by one of the kinder nurses and settled on the floor beside Eddie’s bed, leaning against the wall, careful not to dislodge any of the machinery beeping and moaning and groaning way too loud in a constant reminder of what they’d endured.

Steve fell asleep with Eddie’s hand in his for the first time in that hospital room.

You don’t have to do this alone. I’m here for you. If you ever need someone, you know how to reach me, yeah? If you need a change of scenery, my door is always open for you, Munson.

It becomes a theme. Steve is very aware that his offers, his promises, become pleas at some point. He doesn’t know when, he doesn’t know how. But sometimes, when he tells Eddie to come over when he can’t sleep, to call when he needs to, to show up whenever, he knows he is secretly hoping that Eddie will come, that Eddie will be there. Because Steve is tired of being alone.

And Steve is tired, period, because he can’t fall asleep without thinking of Eddie’s hand in his anymore. Just something to hold onto, something to focus on when he’s yearning for darkness but ultimately still too afraid of it to turn off the lights.

And the crazy thing? Eddie takes him up on his offers after a while. Eddie finds the pleas, digs them out of the depths of Steve’s heart and cradles them like they’re something precious. Eddie holds him like he’s precious. He comes over in the middle of the night, lets himself into Steve’s house and walks up the stairs silently, takes off his shoes in Steve’s room and joins him in bed. Not to do anything other than be there, be here, just be.

Not alone, Steve thinks as he reaches for Eddie’s hand, the pain in his throat fading to a bearable level as their fingers slot together.

“Am I losing my mind?” they both ask at some point. Many, many times. Neither of them knows the answer to this, because a No feels too definitive, and Yes feels too real, so they let the question hang in the air above them, between them. If they are, then at least their lost minds won’t be alone either.

They’ve got each other.

Neither of them is ready to let go. Neither of them has to. The nights don’t last forever, neither do the nightmares or the shaking breaths they leave them with.

But what does last forever is the feeling of Eddie’s hand in his, or the kiss he gets when Steve asks, pleas, begs, in a voiceless whisper, “Never let me go.”

“Never.”

And it’s a promise.

#steddie fic #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #dio words #look idk what this is but 'alone' always puts me into a very special headspace so. have this #dio’s steddie ramblings

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A Mystery To Solve

Here's chapter 2!

I hope you all enjoy!

The Outcasts Masterlist

Dustin woke you up the next morning, barging into your room, crashing through the door so hard it smacked against the wall and bounced off, slamming closed through sheer momentum. You desperately tried to ignore him. He knew he wasn’t supposed to wake you on the weekends. You were catching up on lost sleep and needed every precious minute you could get. And that little shit woke you up in the rudest manner possible.

You were going to murder him. Painfully.

You pulled your pillow over your head in an attempt to block him out. Sadly, it didn’t work. And the little shit opened your blinds so you couldn’t snuggle back under the covers and ignore him by going back to sleep. You were so going to murder him. Very painfully.

‘Wake up, y/n! Max, come here and tell her what you told me!’ Dustin all but yelled right next to your ear.

‘I am going to make your last moments on earth, very, very, painful, Squish. This is your last and only warning,’ you muttered darkly.

‘This is important, y/n! You know I wouldn’t wake you on the weekend for anything less than a code red!’ Dustin pushed Max forward. ‘Tell her what you told me.’

You listened to Max talk with your eyes closed. But before she was even a third of the way through, you were pushing back the covers and sprinting to your closet. Grabbing clothes, you dumped them in the bathroom before grabbing your toothbrush to listen to the rest of her story while you brushed your teeth.

‘See? I told you it was code red,’ Dustin said smugly. Though there wasn’t as much of his usual happiness at being right. Not since Eddie was involved. Max just rolled her eyes.

‘Five minutes,’ you told them, hurriedly fixing your hair into some semblance of order. ‘And Dustin, if Eddie’s missing, you should take the grab bag from my closet.’

‘Uh, grab bag?’ Your brother asked, confusion written all over his face.

‘I made one after Will went missing. A change of clothes for me and spares for others, food, toiletries, cash, torches, spare batteries, that kind of thing. How did you think we had enough to eat when we were trapped by Demodogs? Or I changed clothes when one exploded over me?’

‘That’s why you’re always handing out candy bars?’ Dustin asked, scrunching up his nose as he remembered the last time you were in danger.

‘You need to eat if you want to save the world.’

‘Or how you had basically a whole first aid kit when Steve got knocked out by Billy?’ Max asked, with only a tiny pause before she said Billy’s name. You knew she was still struggling. You’d been keeping a close eye on her, but Max was stubborn like you. She wouldn’t open up just because you asked. But you loved her like a little sister, and you were worried. Worried that she wasn’t okay. No matter how hard she tried to pretend.

‘Yep, since someone always winds up with a boo-boo,’ you replied, keeping your voice casual, since Max’s face said plainly that she did not want to talk about it right now. Dustin snickered at your words and she relaxed. ‘I like to be prepared, since you know, we seem to find ourselves in life or death situations a lot. Like, every four months or so, a lot.’

‘Yeah, it is a lot,’ Dustin said, rummaging around in your closet. ‘Aha!’ He held up a duffle bag and slung the strap across his body. ‘Got it.’

‘Five minutes,’ you repeated as you closed the door to your bathroom.

‘But you believe me, right? About Eddie?’ Dustin called through the door.

‘Of course I do. Eddie isn’t like that. And this sounds way too like the Mindflayer or some other denizen of the upside down to be just a coincidence. Besides, nothing in this town is ever a coincidence. I don’t even believe in them anymore. Call me paranoid, but it makes more sense to just assume there’s something trying to kill everyone and take over the world. Saves time.’

‘It does save time,’ Max agreed, as Dustin nodded.

Twenty minutes later, you pulled into the video shop parking lot. You careened out of the car and inside the building, disrupting Steve and Robin, who were at work. You let Dustin take over the computer as you grabbed a notepad and started writing down a list of Eddie’s friends and known associates. As Dustin explained what you needed, and why you were there, and not at your house, you saw Steve grimace and knew what was coming. And when he suggested going to the cops, you were proved right.

‘I just think it makes sense to be careful,’ he finished, crossing his arms defensively as he realised everyone was staring at him.

‘You are such an ass,’ you hissed, going back to the list and writing numbers next to names.

‘Hey, come on, y/n, that’s not fair,’ Steve protested.

‘No, it’s totally fair,’ Dustin said, as Max nodded beside him.

‘I’m just saying that we don’t know Eddie well enough to-’

‘Except we do,’ you said, gesturing between yourself and Dustin.

‘Eddie would never do something like this,’ Dustin added.

‘Nope.’ You shook your head. ‘And take a moment to think about why you feel that way, Steve.’

‘Well, I mean, he just looks-’

‘Uh-huh. And before Will went missing, what did you and your little sycophants think about me, huh?’ You demanded, hopping over the counter and stepping up to Steve.

He rubbed the back of his head nervously. ‘Well, I just thought you were quiet, and kept to yourself-’

‘Bullshit.’

‘No, I-’

‘Bullshit,’ you repeated, jabbing a finger at him. ‘You thought I was like Eddie. Weird and wrong, and a freak.’

‘Not a freak, just-’ Steve broke off suddenly, as he realised everyone was glaring at him.

‘You want to finish that sentence?’ Dustin asked casually.

‘Alright, alright. We can at least talk to Eddie before jumping to conclusions,’ Steve said finally, holding his hands up.

‘Good,’ Dustin replied. ‘I would have hated seeing y/n knock you on your ass.’

‘What?!’

‘She could take you,’ Max nodded.

‘Oh, a hundred percent,’ Robin agreed.

You smiled sweetly at Steve. Unnerved, he took a hasty step back. You followed. ‘Just so you know, I am a freak, Steve. And I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks of me. Especially not the small-minded assholes in this town.’ You folded your arms and glared at him.

‘Um, noted?’ He said questioningly. ‘And uh, sorry?’

‘Apology accepted.’ Steve gave you a nervous smile, and you returned it, making him relax. You didn’t blame Steve, but having got to know him, you had hoped he wouldn’t make the same dumb mistakes he had in the past before you all knew each other. But then, that might be overestimating the poor guy’s two tiny brain cells.

You climbed back over the counter, high-fiving Dustin and then Max as you went back to your list.

Ten minutes later, you had your answer to where Eddie was. You piled into Steve’s car, since yours was tiny, and known to be unreliable in times like this. It didn’t take you long to get to Reefer Rick’s house, and you all climbed out as you stared at the remote house by the lake. You searched what little you could see of the house through the dirty windows for a bit until Max alerted you to the boathouse.

Stepping inside, you moved slowly, taking everything in rather than just wandering around and touching everything. If Eddie was here, or he had already left, there might be some tiny clue to his whereabouts hidden in here. And you didn’t want to miss it because you weren’t paying attention. You were worried about him. What had happened to Chrissy, well, it sounded like something out of a horror movie. And you knew from firsthand experience what seeing something like that in real life did to you.

You still had nightmares about the Demogorgon and the Mindflayer. Nothing would ever make those memories less traumatic. And Eddie was dealing with this shit alone. You’d at least had your brother, and Nancy and Jonathan, and even Steve to help you through this. And Robin this past year. Eddie had no one. And the entire town thought he’d murdered Chrissy. As if you hadn’t seen with your own two eyes that behind that ‘menacing freak’ mask lay a heart of pure gold.

You’d seen him help the other outcasts when the bullies scored a hit. You’d watched him take in freshman when they needed someone to sit with. You’d heard from Dustin how he’d taken care of him, protected him from the other kids, the ones that you hadn’t caught. How he’d helped him to find the familiar in the newness that was high school freshman year. Just last night he’d come to your defence when Jimmy accosted you in the corridor. There wasn’t a mean bone in Eddie’s body.

And you’d prove that to the whole town if need be.

There was a loud yell, and then a dark shape grabbed Steve and hauled him over to the wall, slamming him against it. As you got closer, while the others spoke gently to Eddie, you noticed he had a smashed beer bottle in his hand. He didn’t even own a weapon, for fuck’s sake. But sure, he was a murderer. You ignored Robin’s hand, trying to pull you back, and Steve’s worried glance to stand next to Eddie. You placed a gentle hand on his arm and waited until he’d met your eyes.

There was a lot of pain and fear swirling around those beautiful brown eyes. Your heart broke a little as you realised how scared he was. Just like how scared you’d been when confronted with the Demogorgon for the very first time.

‘Hey,’ you said softly. ‘It’s okay. None of us is going to hurt you, I promise.’

‘Yeah, we just want to help,’ Dustin added.

‘We know you didn’t hurt Chrissy,’ you continued gently. ‘And we know something bad happened, and you saw it. I know how that feels. We, we all do.’

Behind you, Max and Dustin nodded as Robin stepped closer. ‘We’ve all seen some bad stuff,’ Robin said.

Eddie’s eyes never left yours. ‘I promise you can trust me. We want to help. And Steve isn’t going to hurt you. He’s not like that. I swear.’

You stepped back and held your hand out. Eddie looked at your hand and back at Steve before releasing him. He took your hand, and you helped him over to a crate. He leant against the wall and slid down. You kept hold of his hand and knelt down in front of him. ‘You can tell us what happened, Eddie,’ you said softly, brushing curls out of his eyes.

‘You won’t believe me.’

‘Try us,’ Max said.

‘We’ve seen a lot of weird shit,’ you added. Eddie met your eyes for a long moment before nodding.

Slowly, he told you what had happened. Why Chrissy was at his trailer, how she’d gone into a trance and he couldn’t wake her. How she’d lifted up and her bones had broken. How he hadn’t known what to do, so he ran. Just like you had all done when confronted with the upside down denizens for the first time.

‘There’s no shame in running,’ you said gently, making him look at you again. ‘We’ve all done it when we had to. There wasn’t anything you could do for her, I promise you. Whatever this is, it isn’t human, and it would have killed you too if you’d stayed. And then your uncle would be mourning you, and so would Dustin.’

‘And you?’ Eddie murmured, so quietly no one heard him but you.

You smiled softly. ‘And me too.’

‘How are you so sure it’s not human?’ He asked, as his hand squeezed yours.

‘We’ve dealt with this kind of thing before.’

Dustin explained it quickly, before you all discussed your next options. There wasn’t a lot, unfortunately.

‘Ok, Dustin, Eddie can have the grab bag,’ you told your brother, who handed over the duffle bag, dropping it at Eddie’s feet. ‘And you guys go and see what you can find out. I’ll stay with Eddie.’

‘What?’

‘No, y/n. You come with us.’

‘Yeah, not happening.’

‘Y/N?’ Dustin asked, dragging your attention away from Eddie, who you had given a reassuring smile as your friends voiced their complaints.

‘He shouldn’t be alone right now. I wouldn’t leave any of you alone after seeing something like that,’ you explained, rubbing your thumb across Eddie’s hand as you turned back to him.

‘We’ll grab you some more supplies,’ Dustin nodded.

‘And we’ll keep you updated on the radio,’ Robin said.

Steve looked ready to argue, but Max and Dustin pulled him away.

‘Be careful,’ you pleaded, as they opened the door.

‘I’ve got them,’ Steve promised, and you relaxed a little. You knew he’d protect them.

You turned back to Eddie to find him watching you. ‘You okay?’ You asked him, thumb rubbing gentle circles on his hand.

‘You didn’t have to stay,’ he murmured, his hand squeezed yours again, and you could see the relief in his eyes not to be alone anymore.

‘Of course I did,’ you replied, moving to sit beside him, your fingers still entwined. ‘I couldn’t leave you on your own after that. And I meant it when I said I wouldn’t want to be on my own.’

‘Well, thank you,’ he said, letting out a long breath. ‘I know it was hard letting Dustin go off without you.’

You nodded. ‘I know Steve and Robin will take care of him. And Max. But that doesn’t stop me from worrying.’ You ran a hand through your hair nervously. ‘They’ve already seen so much. Been through so much.’

‘Dustin said you’ve seen this before?’

‘Not this exactly, but something like it. We call this other dimension the upside down. It’s like a mirror of our world, but upside down. It’s all wrong. Everything there is wrong. Will and El, they’re the only ones who have been. But they spoke of it like it was, well, really, really bad.’ You explained, your thigh leaning against Eddie’s as you spoke, his eyes trained on you.

‘And that’s where this thing is from. Whatever hurt Chrissy?’

‘Yeah. We don’t know what it is yet, but we’ll figure it out. We always do. Usually we end up naming it something D and D related,’ you said, smiling softly.

‘Well, it is pretty good at names,’ he laughed.

You smiled at him and reached forward to drag the bag over to you. You rummaged through it, finding the radio you kept in there and switching it on, just in case. You pulled out a box of granola bars, handing them to Eddie, and a few juice cartons too, concerned he’d lived off beer or something equally useless at hydrating him. Eddie seemed amused by the juice boxes, though, raising an eyebrow at you. You only shrugged and grabbed one for yourself, and a granola bar too, since you’d missed breakfast.

‘How do you- ah, never mind,’ Eddie trailed off uncertainly, keeping his eyes fixed on his juice box.

‘What is it? You can ask me anything,’ you said, nudging his shoulder gently.

Eddie sighed. ‘You seem like you just let this roll off your back. You, all of you, even Dustin, just automatically knew what to do. How?’

You took a deep breath. ‘Like I said, we’ve faced these things before. But the first time, that was really hard, because we didn’t know what we were doing, or how to deal with it. Plus, Will was missing, and I was terrified the entire time that something would happen to Dustin, too. Usually it’s easier when I have all the kids in my sight.’

‘So you know they’re okay?’

‘Exactly. But they get into trouble so easily. Normally, we have Joyce, Jonathon and Will’s mom, and Hopper with us at some point. They always believe us when we say something’s going on. It feels strange,’ you continued. ‘Without them here. Like we’re missing something. I guess we’ve all done this so many times now that I just expect them to be here.’

‘Must be nice, having people like that to rely on,’ Eddie said quietly.

You reached up and turned his face towards you. Eddie’s eyes met yours, his face startled. You’d surprised him. ‘You have us. You have me, I promise you. You don’t have to trust me-’

‘I trust you,’ Eddie murmured.

You gave him a bright smile, missing the way his eyes lit up as you let his words settle into your mind. ‘Thank you. Like I said, you have us. All of us, but especially me, okay? I’m not going anywhere. And I promise it gets easier, less scary. You feel more in control once you know how to deal with this stuff.’

‘Guess you’d better give me the crash course,’ he joked, nudging you playfully.

‘You sure you’re ready for this?’ You joked back, keeping the conversation light, despite the grisly subject.

‘Born ready.’ Eddie grinned at you, and you smiled.

Eddie didn’t know what he would have done if he’d been left alone again. He was still reeling from last night, but the feel of your hand in his had calmed him. The smell of the shampoo you used floated across to his nose as you bent down to rummage through the duffle bag at your feet, and he watched the way the light danced across your skin. It seemed strange, though, at this point, everything was strange, but he’d only really spoken to you once or twice at school, never having the courage to approach you himself, and now here you were, calming him down, having his back, believing him, and standing by him. It was like some kind of dream.

Maybe it really was his year, after all.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfic

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The Most Metal Prom Ever - Part Three

Summary: A member of the Hellfire Club, you and Eddie have been good friends for a while. You suspect Eddie feels more, like you. Will he be able to work up the courage to ask you to prom? And will you be able to fight off your demons for long enough that he has a chance?

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Swearing, Discussion of Abusive Father, Blood (Nosebleed), Zombie (??).

A/N: I changed the ages of the characters so that the older group is in Senior year while the younger group are still freshmen. Switches between you and Eddie’s POV’s erratically! Unedited, will go back later to edit!

PART ONE - PART TWO

You awoke the next morning feeling exhausted: you’d barely gotten any sleep due to the nightmares that had kept you up all night. Visions of your father, your mother, violent scenes seen through cracks in doors, hiding in the closet with Cyndi Lauper blasting through your stereo, trying to block out the noise of their fighting. And then… his body. You shook the thought out of your head, and looked over at Nancy’s sleeping figure, and then the clock on the bedside table next to her. 6:57.

The alarm would go off any minute now. You creeped out of bed and into the bathroom, where you went to the bathroom and begun to silently brush your teeth, hearing the familiar beep-beep, beep-beep, beep-beep of Nancy’s alarm clock. You heard the sound of Nancy slamming her hand down onto the top of the clock and it falling silent, its plea to wake finally being heard. Nancy shuffled into the bathroom where she greeted you with a groggy “good morning,” as you spit out your toothpaste. You washed your face while she brushed her teeth, and dressed as soon as you were done.

You’d packed a black “The Clash” shirt and some jeans, as well as your Reebok sneakers. The same as Eddie’s, you thought. The same ones you had been wearing the day you met him, when he approached you in the cafeteria. That had been one of the best days of your life. The day when Eddie came into your life, nearly saving you from everything that happened at home.

After it happened, you made good friends with Nancy, and she empathized with you. You went through everything together. When Will was “lost in the woods,” when he was possessed by the Mind Flayer, and when Starcourt Mall caught on fire. But now… now something didn’t feel right. You tried to think who would make the least deal out of the feeling you had, and one person came to mind: Max. You resolved to talk to her about it later and see what she thought before you told Nancy or Steve or anyone else. They were the ones who would hover around you, expecting you to break at any given moment. You knew it was just because they cared about you, but you wanted to be able to deal with this as much on your own as you could.

Nancy emerged from the bathroom, and as she dressed you did your makeup. “That’s a little more than usual…” Nancy said with a smirk. “Trying to impress any certain someone?” You looked in the mirror, realizing you’d absentmindedly strayed away from your typical routine.

“Sure, Nance. Think what you want,” you replied with an airy chuckle, trying to keep things light. Nancy saw right through the facade you put on.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Worry lines creased her face, her thick eyebrows pulling together in concern. Damnit. You really hadn’t wanted to get into this right now.

“Nothing, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nance,” you replied, one last ploy to shift her attention away from her suspicions.

“No, y/n/n. I can tell when something’s wrong. You’re my best friend, I know you too well.” Damnit. You sighed.

“I just… I need to talk to someone else about it first, before I tell you or Steve or anyone else.”

“Who?” Nancy asked, probably expecting you to say your mom or another adult.

“I-...” you sighed again. “Max.” Nancy looked incredibly hurt. You felt bad, but you really needed a fresh perspective, one only Max could give. Nancy knew more about the situation, sure, but Max had more experience with the issue, even if it hadn’t been for as long as I had. She had witnessed it, as I had. She had witnessed all of it.

For the remainder of the time you spent getting ready for the day, you didn’t say a word. You trod downstairs for breakfast, where Karen Wheeler greeted you, as energetic as ever. Holly was sitting at the table, already eating, alongside Ted Wheeler who sat reading the newspaper.

“Ready for some breakfast?”

“Sure, that’d be great, Mrs. Wheeler.” You both sat silently, chins on hands and staring off into space, lost in your own thoughts.

“Why so quiet, girls?”

“Oh, we’re just really tired. Stayed up late talking, y’know?” you answered.

“Well, I didn’t hear anything.”

“We were trying to be quiet so we didn’t wake anyone up,” Nancy contributed.

“Well that was very considerate of you two. Just make sure you get to bed a little earlier next time, alright?”

“Sure, Mom,” Nancy replied.

After you ate the blueberry pancakes Karen served, you hopped on your bike along with Nancy and Mike, and rode off to school.

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You sped through your classes that day, Science being the most boring, because you couldn’t wait until your next class: English. The first class that day that you had with Eddie. You kept looking at the clock, waiting for 10:22 when the bell would ring. The last minute seemed to tick by slower than all previous ones, but finally the bell rang. You rushed to your locker to grab your English notebook, and climbed upstairs to the English room. You were one of the first in the classroom, which meant you had to wait what felt like an eternal amount of time to see Eddie.

You used it to contemplate how you would apologize to Nancy. You thought that once she realized you wanted to talk to someone who had a similar experience as you, she would understand. You just wanted someone to be able to actually sympathize with your feelings and know what you were going through, not just try to imagine it.

Suddenly the bell rung, drawing you out of your thoughts. Ms. O’Donnel was entering the classroom finally, and begun class as she surveyed the classroom., noticing who was absent.

“Alright class, would you please take out your-” the door burst open, and the whole class turned to see who had just made this very startling entrance. You, however, didn’t have to look. You knew who it was.

“Sorry I’m late, Ms. O’Donnel, I didn’t really feel like coming on time today.” Eddie said, taking his seat three chairs away from you in the corner of the classroom. He saw you staring and winked, causing you to blush.

“Thank you for that, Mr. Munson. Are you quite finished?”

“Quite, yes.” Ms. O’Donnel gave an annoyed huff, causing Eddie’s face to turn upward in a satisfied smirk.

“As I was saying when we were so rudely-” she paused to look at Eddie, who was still smirking, “-interrupted, would you please take out your English notebooks? Mr. Grant, please come pass these books out.” You looked towards Ms. O’Donnel’s desk to see stack upon stack upon stack of the same book: The Hobbit. Glancing at Eddie, you saw his eyes light up. This was his favorite book. “Today we’ll be doing literary analysis of the first two chapters with partners, and I will be choosing your partners, Miss Young, so put your hand down.” Katie Young assumed a sad look on her face, and she forlornly looked at her best friend across the room.

Ms. O’Donnel took a fishbowl with scraps of paper in it out from under her desk. “Your partner will be selected at random, so when I call your name, please come up to my desk and draw a name out of this bowl. Whoever’s name you draw out will be your partner for the entire amount of time we take to read this book.”

You zoned out at that point, vaguely hearing Katie squeal when she picked her friend’s name anyways, but for the most part not really noticing who got paired with who. Until you heard Ms. O’Donnel call your name.

“Y/n Y/l/n. Please come up and choose your partner.” At that point the bowl was a little less than ⅓ full, and as you stood up you noticed Eddie wasn’t sitting with a partner yet. Please be Eddie, Please be Eddie, Please be Eddie, you begun to pray as you walked up to your teacher’s desk. Ms. O’Donnel held the bowl out to you with a vague smile about her lips. You had always been one of her favorites: a hard worker, as a result of being best friends with Nancy since as far back as you could remember. You put your hand in the bowl lethargically, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt the class’s eyes on you, the scraps of paper tickling your fingertips.

Your hand clasped onto a piece of paper, drawn to it by the vague texture it had. Drawing your hand out of the bowl just as slowly as you had placed it in, you unfolded the slip of paper and saw a familiar name etched onto its surface. Eddie Munson. Your heart momentarily stopped, and you blushed.

“Say the name on the paper, dear,” Ms. O’Donnel prompted.

“Uh- Ed-Eddie Munson,” you stammered, and you could’ve sworn you heard Eddie say a silent Yes! under his breath as you walked over to his desk. You also heard the whispers from your classmates, whispers that weren’t so friendly, some that were intended to be. She always hangs out with the freak. I feel sorry for her. They’re both freaks.

You pulled your chair over to be directly next to Eddie’s, and brought your notebook, The Hobbit, and a pen over, too. “Hey,” you whispered once you were situated.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he responded, the nickname making you blush. You shook off the feeling and thought about what Nancy said. I’d prescribe minor flirting, perhaps playing with his hair and his rings as you mentioned you wanted to… You were nervous but thought fuck it, and took his hand in yours. He pulled away at first, and you turned red again, mumbling a “sorry.”

“No, no, you’re fine. Just took me off guard is all,” he said with a smirk slightly different than the one he gave Ms. O’Donnel, deepening your face to fire engine red as he took your hand. You started fiddling with his rings, him watching you and your hands intently as the rest of the partners were chosen. You laid your head down on the desk at some point and placed his hand next to it as your continued to hold his hand and fiddle with his rings, twisting them around and putting them on different fingers and even at some point taking one off and putting it on your own hand. When you went to put it back on his finger, he stopped you.

“Keep it,” he said. “Looks better on you anyway,” he added as an afterthought, and you could’ve sworn you saw him blush.

Ms. O’Donnel gave a clap to get everyone’s attention. “Now that partners have been chosen, please read the first two chapters of The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien, and read his short biography when the paper gets passed to you. Write any notes you may have in your notebook, we will discuss next class. Anything you do not finish today becomes homework that you must complete with your partner. I don’t care if you do it in person or over the phone, but please just get it done. Off you go,” she finished with a huff, and took a piece of gum out of her purse and put it in her mouth.

“Uh… so do you want to read or do you want me to read?” Eddie asked nervously, looking at your still touching hands.

“You can read first,” you said, breaking your hands apart to grab your pen and open your notebook. “I know how much you love this book.” Eddie chuckled silently.

“As you wish, sweetheart,” he said, and grabbed your non-dexterous hand to hold in your lap while he held the book open with the other.

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”

He did a great narrational voice, and even went on to give all the characters different voices, too. You tried to keep up and take notes, but it was hard when you were distracted by holding hands with your long-time crush. And thinking about the fact that it was he who had grabbed your hand.

It went on like this for a while, until you finished the first chapter right before the bell rang. “So we’ll finish this later, yeah?” he asked. “Up for coming over after school?”

“Sure,” you responded with a casual smile. Eddie walked you to your locker where you picked up your lunch, but had to tell him you were going to eat with Max today, that there was something you two needed to talk about.

“Uh… sure, yeah. You’re sitting back with us tomorrow though, right?” he asked. You thought it was sweet how much he valued the time you ate lunch together.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling again. “Yeah, I’ll be back tomorrow.” You decided to take it a step further and kiss him on the cheek before going to find Max.

—

You peeked in the lunchroom, where you saw Max sitting by herself at a table. After a minute of frantic waving, you finally caught her eye and motioned for her to follow you. She took her headphones off and put her food back in her lunchbox, meeting you outside.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Can we talk?” you asked. “But not here… can we go somewhere more… private?”

“Yeah, of course. Is everything… okay?”

“Yeah I just… I need to talk to someone who’ll understand where I’m coming from.” With that a look of understanding dawned on Max’s face, and she followed you to the picnic table in the woods.

“So… what’s on your mind?” she asked, pulling a turkey sandwich with a few bites taken out of it out of her lunchbox. You pulled the PB&J you had packed the night prior out of yours, the jelly and peanut butter messy in the bag where it had come out of the sides of the sandwich.

“I don’t know, I’ve just been… thinking about the things that’ve happened more than usual lately. It’s like the memories are haunting me. I’ll wake up from nightmares about it in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. And… I get these strange, like- I don’t even know how to explain it. It’s like… it’s like I'm back there, like I’m there and it’s happening again. And don’t even get me started on that weird clock.” You looked up at Max, only to find she wasn’t Max anymore.

She was some strange zombie mutant creature, with burnt skin and milky eyes.

Dong.

You scrambled away from the table as fast as you could, running through the woods trying to get away from the sound of the clock.

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock.

You still heard it, its menacing ticks rattling through your body.

Dong.

You looked behind you to see a grandfather clock embedded in the tree behind you, the glass of the face shattering to give way to dozens of black widow spiders.

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock.

Dong.

A voice startled you. “Your time has almost come to an end.”

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock.

You screamed so loud you felt your vocal cords would snap.

Dong.

—

“Y/n! Y/n! Y/N!” You gasped as you came awake, Max’s hands on your shoulders shaking you, trying to get you to wake up. You felt the cold trickle of blood on your upper lip, and you wiped it away with the back of your hand.

“Jesus, thank God,” Max said, sitting down beside you. “What the hell was that?”

“I-I don’t know, Max.”

“It was like you went into a trance or something. Your eyes rolled back and your nose started bleeding and you couldn’t hear a word I was saying. You wouldn’t respond to anything, and then you just, like, woke up.” Max went silent. “Did you… hear a clock, by any chance?”

“Yeah, I did actually, how did you-?”

“Because I heard it too, last night. And I heard… you know what, nevermind. What did you want to talk to me about?” You were shocked. How could whatever this was be happening to Max, too?

“This is what I wanted to talk to you about, Max. What did you hear?” Max was quiet for a second before she replied.

“I heard that clock… and… Billy,” she finally choked out.

“I heard my dad… and my mom,” you shared, pausing a second before asking your next question. “What do you think is going on?”

“I don’t know, but we need to tell them. You know we do.”

“But-”

“Yeah, Steve’s gonna go full Mom on us but it’ll be fine. We’re going through the same shit, we just… we need their help figuring out what it is.”

thank you so much for reading! i hope you guys enjoyed. :) part four coming out soon, hopefully tomorrow if i have time between this and my next fic!

as always, asks are open! currently writing for eddie but if you have another specific request i might consider, so shoot your shot. :)

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2022 writing review

tagged by: @rosesau. honestly? i'm pretty sure other people have tagged me but i wanted to wait until the very last day of december to do this because i knew i still had one more fic (101 Ways) in me so! i am sorry if you tagged me in this towards the middle/beginning of december, i forgot but i still ly

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 14

2. Word count posted for the year: 90,600

3. Fandoms I wrote for: 9-1-1

4. Pairings: buck/eddie

5. Story with the most:

kudos: hear me now (1733) bookmarks: also hear me now (506) comment threads: aaaand here me now again (83)

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): bite your tongue to watch it bleed was just a stream of conscious thought turned into fic. I put Eddie on Frank's couch but it was mostly therapy for me.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): CATWS au because it was the most disingenuous thing i have ever written lol

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: I've returned to Charlie (@safeashousespdf)'s comments on the bullet in my gun several times and think about them often

SHUT UPPPPP SHUT UP OKAY THIS IS SO GOOD. The use of flashbacks, the way there are all these different bits and bobs and styles all gnarled together and how it reflects all the chaos of Eddie's thoughts and his conversation with Frank and then it all just-- Freezes. Like I physically felt time slow down. Idk how you did it but that whole long flashback about Alex and high school and all of that stuff, I could literally feel it taking place between seconds. And the DIALOGUE of Eddie and Frank just having a go at each other like this?? Oh what a serve. I love when it's busy at the therapy appointment and the closeted gay men get mean <3 ALSO** RAMON AS A LONG HAUL TRUCKER WORKS SO WELL AND IS SOMETHING I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED..... ALSO SIDE NOTE: "Careful with that body, boy. People will see everything you don't want them two." I'M SO FUCKING OBSESSED WITH THIS LINE. I love when author's address characters directly for a brief moment because it's like, who is speaking?? Is Eddie saying this to himself? Is his father? Is it someone else? Are we breaking the fourth wall by acknowledging Eddie as a character, trapped within a narrative that doesn't want him to be happy??? IS IT ALL OF THE ABOVE??? And the way you refer to his body as a secondary object: something he owns rather than something he is. Something that he can commodify, he can sell it to the military or to his father or manipulate it so that nobody can see who he really is. That also fucked me up. Anyway this was incredible, Jack.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: Buddie Big Bang was one the worst writing experiences of my life. Will I probably do it again? Sure. But I hated it in the moment.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: Writing smut in CATWS AU and Bittersweet and Cruel. I've never wanted to write smut, and still don't want to. Hated every second of it, never doing that again.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: Honestly? I have quite a few lines that had me shook, like, purely just cannot believe they came from my brain. But the first two bits that came to mind are

across our great divide:

El Paso has a way of drawing blood, all hometowns do. That's how your roots grow, after all, right through the soil upon which you bled and then back up under your skin, forever tying you to the land that birthed you.

speak in the silence:

[...] As if love is a currency, a bartered exchange between two distant parties. Hell, maybe in his family, that is all it will ever be. But that is not is not love. Love is a garden that leaves blossoms on your tongue and teeth, planting seeds every time you kiss the cheek of someone you adore and cradle. Love is soot under your nails and smoke in your skin, because love always leaves the ninety-nine to save the one. Love is the giggle of your son pressed against the cotton of your shirt, and a rosepetal birthmark above a strong brow set in a kind face, and a home-cooked meal spread out on a long wooden table. Love, Eddie knows now, is an action verb; it is not just an inkstain in Merriam-Webster's; it lives and breathes and weaves and anchors. It exists, even if it runs dry within the walls of his parents' home.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: I finally became more settled into my identity as a writer; I know what I like. I know what I don't. I know what ways I still want to challenge myself, what things aren't for me. I took risks with enormous payoff and I took risks that I maybe shouldn't have, but I did them and that's what matters most at the end of it, since the past cannot be rewritten.

13. How do you hope to grow next year: Not sure! I guess I'll figure it out as the opportunities come along.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc): @kitkatpancakestack @malinaa and @rosesau, you guys challenge and inspire my writing all the time so thank you <3

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: *gestures wildly at bite your tongue*

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: You will never, ever, ever write like anyone/everyone else. Even your favorite authors, so please stop trying. Embrace who you are as a writer and, if you don't know who that is, explore it. You are the only one who can/will ever write like you so don't hide behind trying to write like others; it won't work and it'll only make you miserable.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: Most of my projects are for IRL writing, but! My goals are to: finish the second draft of my {REDACTED NOVEL}, explore the bounds of an idea I have for a short story collection in the same universe, and publish a few fun fic things along the way :) :) :)

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read. @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @extasiswings @sabitchhh @kitkatpancakestack @kirkaut @rewritetheending @raisesomehale @malinaa <333

#my writing #jack.txt

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