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luveline · 2 years

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I have a single!dad Eddie request! Maybe roan having a nightmare while reader is over at Eddie’s place? And them comforting her together! It’s okay if this one isn’t your cup of tea! :)

thank you for your request! fem!reader

Eddie's counting your eyelashes when Roan cries out. He keeps getting confused somewhere between twenty-five and twenty-six, hand on your soft cheek to stop your from shifting in your sleep.

His head doesn't snap up at the sound. He thinks Roan might be past the age where he needs hypervigilance, and he knows her room isn't dangerous. He cringes at her second cry and covers your ear, waiting for-

"Daddy!" Roan shouts.

Kids cry over everything. It isn't surprising for them to cry multiple times a day, real tears and/or crocodile. But something about the way she says it freaks him out. He was always going to get up and calm her down, but her tone has him flinching.

"Eddie?" you ask hoarsely.

He climbs out of bed. "It's okay," he reassures you from over his shoulder.

"Dad-dy!"

Eddie pushes open her door. Honestly, he's freaked out, and his urgency doesn't help. "What? What happened?" he says, flicking on the light.

Roan's room is almost clean, the most hectic place being her bed. The princess silks are rumpled and her blanket has fallen to the floor, as have half her stuffies. She sits up right in the middle with a stream of tears sliding down her cheeks, eyes wide and open and looking for him.

"You were- There was- Dad," she sobs, hopeless.

It's really heartbreaking to see someone as small as she is with such big emotions.

"Roan," he says. He laughs nervously. "It's okay, bubby. C'mere."

"Daddy, there were spiders," she cries furiously, little arms wrapping around his neck as he leans down to pick her up.

"There aren't any spiders. I thought you weren't afraid of spiders, anyway."

"There were spiders on you," she says tearfully, shaking like a leaf against his chest.

"I'm not afraid of spiders."

"Eating you."

He frowns. "That's awful," he says. Then he remembers he's her dad and pats her back.

She won't settle, spine straight as a poker and cheeks twice as hot as he wipes away her streaming tears.

"Look, nothing's eating me. See?" He pulls away to show him her face. "Handsome as always."

He turns away from her bed and finds you standing in the doorway of his bedroom, hands clasped and wringing in front of you.

"Was it really scary?" he murmurs, coming to meet you.

"Really scary," she agrees.

You seem very upset that she's upset, moving back quickly to his bed to pull back the sheets and beckon him in. Once he's managed to wrangle Roan against his chest, you sit beside him, your naked leg rubbing up against his as you tuck the blankets over the three of you.

"Maybe I should go get her some water," you suggest, moving like you might climb out.

Roan whines loudly. "The spiders!"

"What about spiders, baby?" you ask.

"Don't go."

You don't. You get an impossibly fond look on your face and press yourself as close to Eddie's side as you can get, your arm behind his shoulder.

Roan sits with her back propped up by his hands and drops her face into his chest, heaving with little kid sobs. Eddie starts at her shoulders, the flat of his palm covering near enough her whole back as it slides up and down. You reach for her hand and hold it carefully.

"I don't want the spiders to eat daddy," she says miserably.

"Spiders don't eat people, babe," Eddie assures her patiently.

"They were big ones."

"How big?"

"Eds," you mutter.

"Big as my hand?" he asks, pausing at the bottom of her back. He brings his palm up and sets each fingertip to her pink pajamas.

"Yeah," she says clumsily.

"Maybe they weren't eating me. You know what I think they were doing?"

"What?" She sniffles, picking her head up with a precious scowl warping her features. Roan looks a lot like Eddie when she's unhappy.

"I think they were... tickle spiders!" he says, and attacks.

Roan chokes on her tears and starts to shriek as his hand works under the fabric of her top and tickles her flushed skin. He can see the moment she splits with it, her laughter like a tinkling bell as he coos and digs his fingers into her delicate sides.

Your laugh comes just as sweet from his side.

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joshlmbrt · 5 months

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NOW PLAYING;

TRACK 17; You’re Losing Me (eddie munson’s version)

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warnings; hurt - no comfort, eddie slowly losing feelings over r, r blindly loving eddie even though she could tell. ( sorry for this one folks )

an; hopefully i did this song and your request justice as well. thank you for requesting!!! 🫶🏻

requested by; @jules0426

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'MENDIN’ ALL HER GASHES, YOU MIGHT JUST HAVE DELT THE FINAL BLOW.’

HAWKINS, INDIANA. 1989.

You think the first time you notice when Eddie had fallen out of love with you was when his smile didn’t make crinkles at his eyes.

Or maybe it was when he wasn’t quite as excited as he once was to show you a knew solo he was working on.

“Babe! I got something! Finally!” And he was all smiles, red cheeks from getting frustrated at times, with tobacco lingering on his clothes and breath.

Now, you have to ask.

“Did you finally figure something out, honey?” You’d ask, go to try and touch him, but immediately recoil when he flinches from the action.

“Uh, not yet.”

You’d smile, pat his shoulder, hesitate placing a quick peck to his cheek. “I’m sure you’ll get it.”

He’d only nod and go back to writing.

Maybe it’s when he forgot your 4 year anniversary. Although it had you in tears, when he apologized and told you he’d take you to eat the next day, you had forgiven him.

You always have.

🕊️

The Outlook.

“Are you excited?” You grin up at Eddie. His mind was else were.

So was his eyes.

You frown to yourself, following were his ended.

Some woman with unruly curls and a leather skirt and cropped top. She seemed dangerous.

You quickly look away from her, staring up at Eddie. “Eds.”

He blinks, looking down at you. “Yeah?”

“I asked if you were excited.” You step away from him slightly, staring down at your bottle.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, babe. I am.” He smiles. His peck against your forehead was barely even there, but you were happy for the slight bit of affection.

“You’ll do wonderful. I’ll let you go set up.”

You turn and make your way back to were Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan were sitting. Argyle must’ve went and got some more drinks.

“Is he nervous?” Nancy points over your shoulder.

“I think he is a little,” You smile softly, sliding into the booth next to Steve. “But he’ll do great. I’m sure.”

“Unless he croaks.” Robin cackles. Her cheeks were flushed in pink as she takes another sip of the fruity drink.

You laugh a bit, shaking your head at the drunk girl.

Your eyes look back at the stage, smile dropping as you notice the dangerous looking woman standing awfully close to Eddie, red stiletto nail trailing down his chest slightly.

Your heart constricts in your chest. “I’ll. . . I need to go to the bathroom.” You stand abruptly, passing by Argyle who stumbles.

“Woahhh-”

You push the door open, stepping into the bathroom.

You stare down at the sink, gripping the counter. The door opens again.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asks, stepping up next to you. She pushes some of your hair back softly. You only shake your head. She doesn’t know what to say next, so she approaches it carefully.

“How. . . How long have you-”

“Since our anniversary. He forgot, which he never does. He used to never forget anything that came to us. Now it’s like. . . He just-"

“Like he’s choosing to forget?” She smiles at you sadly. You nod hesitantly. “You need to talk to him about it.”

“He’ll just deny it. It’s no use.”

“It is when it’s your feelings on the line. He won’t ever bring it up if you don’t,” She grips your hand. “He’s being selfish.”

“I know.” You nod.

“You need to talk to him.”

You turn your head to look at her. She lifts her brow’s expectantly.

Nancy’s always right - sometimes.

So you nod.

🕊️

“You’re acting weird.” Eddie points out, looking over at you.

It made your heart feel weird, because still, he knew you and knew when you acted weird.

“I just. . . I was just thinking.” You shrug. He lifts his brows, pulling a shirt from his closet.

“About what?”

“You know I love you, right?”

“Of course.” He sits next to you, grabbing a lighter.

“Do you love me?”

There’s silence after that question.

And it made your ears ring. What once was comfortable silence with Eddie was now uncomfortable.

You quickly stand from his bed, crossing your arms protectively over your chest.

“Eddie.”

“I, uh-"

“Just tell me what I need to hear to feel. . . Loved. Even if it’s just all lies.”

Maybe you were desperate to hear the words because you were scared.

Scared of being alone. Scared of not having someone to come home too after a long day. Scared of never finding someone who could love you like Eddie.

He stares at you, lips, that you haven’t felt in a couple of months, were parted.

He made no move to stand, made no move to pull you into his arms and wipe away your tears. He didn’t even have the heart to apologize.

He shuts his eyes tightly, shaking his head. “I-I can’t do that.”

He didn’t even have the heart to fake anything.

You nod, eyes staring at the messy floor. “I. . . I just don’t understand why it was so hard to tell me, Ed’s. Why keep me holding on to you when you don’t love me anymore?”

“I don’t know,” He opens his eyes, he looks down at his fingers. “I thought maybe if I held on I could. . . I could love you again.”

Your brows pinch together. “You’re selfish.” His eyes snap up quickly.

He quickly stands, pointing a finger in your direction. “Don’t call me that.”

“It’s the truth, Eddie!” You push at his shoulders, he stumbles backwards. “It’s the truth! You. . . You held on because of yourself! You didn’t think about my feelings or what this would’ve done to me! It’s always about you!”

“Okay! Fine, you win! You want me to say it, huh?!” He’s quick on his feet, making you stumble back.

“I don’t love you anymore.”

You knew it. You really did because you had to practically beg him to show you any type of affection or even to talk.

But hearing it in his voice hurt worse than anything.

“And I wished I would’ve told you sooner because then I could’ve left,” There is something akin to hate blazing deep in his dark eyes. “Is that what you wanted to hear? Hm?”

His head drops cruelly to yours, forehead resting on your owns. You blink away the burning tears, shaking your head as he laughs to himself.

“You’re crying because I finally told you the truth. . . And you can’t take it.”

“I can’t take it because I still love you. Maybe if you’d told me sooner, not only would you have left, but I would’ve too, Eddie,” His smile drops a bit. “I hated being stuck here. With you. In a small room waiting for your career take off. All because you didn’t see yourself doing anything else,”

It was cruel. You knew how much his band meant to him, but it was the truth. And if he was being cruel, you would too.

Your eyes burn as you stare into his eyes. “I hate you for not letting me go sooner.”

You stare at him a moment longer before pushing away from him, grabbing your keys and jacket. You open the bedroom door, making your way down the small hallway, yanking your purse up before making an exit.

Slamming the door behind you, you walk quickly towards your car, sliding in.

You’re quick to start up your car, driving towards the exit. You stop, looking both ways before glancing in the rear view mirror at the old trailer.

No one was standing on the porch.

And if he was, you would’ve turned back around.

Your lip wobbles, as you look away from the trailer. You turn your blinker on, turning right and down the road.

After a mile, you see a sign.

‘LEAVING HAWKINS.

COME AGAIN SOON.’

🕊️

‘AND ALL I DID WAS BLEED AS I TRIED TO BE THE BRAVEST SOLDIER.’

thank you for reading! comments, feedback, likes, and reblogs are welcomed and deeply appreciated! 🧸

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nburkhardt · 1 year

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Part 1

He’s a touchy kind of person.

Growing up with an overly affectionate mother would do that. His mom was constantly giving him kisses all over his head, pulling him into hugs and cuddles. It’s a wonderful, beautiful and precious.

Losing that connection at only twelve hurts. He tries with his dad but he’d rather punch his arm and mess with his head. After a year of that, he’s in his uncle’s arms. He gets back similar affection and love from him, pats on the head, hugs and sometimes a press of lips on top of his head or forehead.

So, Eddie Munson is a touchy person. He gives hugs to all his friends or anyone that would want one, even those who aren’t close to him. He has nearly no sense of personal space. Likes to nudge shoulders, shake shoulders, throw out high-fives and of course the thing he holds very dear to himself and those who really deserve it, forehead kisses.

The forehead kiss is intimate, it’s special and beautiful, something precious.

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Touch is rough. Touch is scary, it burns and makes him flinch.

So, life after Spring Break of 1986 is different. Not just because the town is in the middle of a huge rebuild from the cracks.

But also the new friendship with Eddie Munson.

It’s unexpected, it’s different, new and wonderful. Maybe even beautiful if he was brave enough to admit. Eddie barreled his way into his life with a broken bottle and a battle vest. There’s something about the older boy that makes him settle even without the thing he craves.

He loses all his words when Eddie is near. He freezes when their shoulders brush or when their thighs are pressed together when sitting next to each other. He doesn’t even know how to act around him anymore. It’s been weeks since Eddie came into his life. It’s getting out of hand, he doesn’t know what it is. Can’t figure it out.

He doesn’t know if he even wants to figure it out.

Exactly three months from the day Eddie holds a broken bottle to his neck, it happens.

It’s a normal day, he worked and drove the kids around after and was invited to Eddie’s for a joint and movie. Just the two of them, ‘we deserve an adult night to ourselves, Stevie!’ is the way Eddie described it. He’s excited for it, doesn’t get many times to actively relax.

They’re in Eddie’s bedroom, he’s sitting on the bed watching as Eddie bounces around grabbing a record and a few joints. Even just this is enough for him, despite the music being screaming and overall loud; it’s relaxing.

This is exactly the type of relaxing Steve Harrington enjoys.

Once Eddie settles in next to him, it’s near immediate. The guy has no person space, he’s right next to him, crowding and pushing into his space. Only loops an arm around once the joints are lit and one is against his lips while the other is handed over.

His whole body tenses up and his brain is running slow. The touch is, it’s- something. Doesn’t know how to explain it.

“You alright, Stevie?”

Shaking his head, he looks over and finds Eddie staring at him in concern. His arm isn’t around him anymore, but a hand is now on his shoulder squeezing.

“Uh, um, yeah. Sorry, I just- this-“ words are failing again and his brain doesn’t want to process. It’s still stuck on the feeling of Eddie’s arm around his shoulders and now on the hand on his shoulder. It feels like he’s burning and he kind of wants to cry. “I- um. Sorry”

Eddie’s confused, he can tell. He’s staring at him and there’s the concern and confusion written all over his face. The hand leaves his shoulder and he hates it. Wants it back, also doesn’t, but really he wants it. There’s so much happening in his brain that he can’t see, he doesn’t notice Eddie shifting on the bed, doesn’t notice the joint being taken away.

It’s not until he feels his hands moving and the heat of someone being too close. That he’s brought back down, he blinks once, twice and what he sees is Eddie pulling him close. At first he tenses up, doesn’t push away but also doesn’t stop it from happening. His heart is beating faster, his breathing is picking up and his eyes are wide. But he doesn’t move away.

“It’s alright, Stevie. I gotcha, you’re okay” he hears being whispered and he doesn’t understand why but it brings tears to his eyes, “let it go, it’s okay.”

And he does. He breaks and cries, clinging to Eddie. Doesn’t understand what’s happening, doesn’t know why he’s crying or why he’s clinging to someone for the first time in years.

Eddie rocks him and tightens his hold, continuing to whisper reassurances and ‘it’s okay’ over and over. He just continues to cling and sob, not even thinking.

What is even happening to him?

Well. I guess we’re doing a third part to this hahahaha. I just think it would be a better fit to have three parts now, which the last one will probably be dialogue heavy I think. PLUS!! The thing I’m most excited for is forehead kisses (which was the whole part of this fic to begin with tbh)

Also you can imagine whatever you want for what happened to Eddie’s mom & how his dad acted. Myself personally, his mom died and his dad just wasn’t affectionate. (Wayne most definitely is tho!)

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#steddie #steddie fic #Steve Harrington fic #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fic #touch starved steve harrington #stranger things fic #nburkhardt writes

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artiststarme · 1 year

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Staying Alive, Staying Alive

I was feeling a little angsty today and now here we are. I hope you guys like this and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

Title brought to you by @lumoschild!

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Steve’s stomach dropped when he heard Dustin’s screaming from the trailer park. He and the girls were only about halfway back in their trek when they started hearing his cries which caused Steve to sprint in his direction. Why was Dustin screaming and where was Eddie? They were supposed to be out of danger. They were the goddamn decoys and Steve told them not to be heroes!

The sight he stumbled on when he broke through the barrier of the trees would forever haunt him. Just past the rows of trailer homes, Dustin was knelt on bloodied knees, sobbing, with an unmoving Eddie situated half on his lap. The two of them were sitting in a pond of blood that was growing ever larger. Steve had never seen Munson so still, he was always flamboyant and larger than life in everything he did. His face, usually so expressive and full of life, had never been so pale either, only made worse with the sluggishly bleeding wounds still leaking from his neck and torso.

“Dustin!” Steve screamed for him as he ran closer and fell to his knees beside him in a careless slump. “What happened? When’d he stop breathing?”

“I-I don’t know, just before you got here, I guess. He-he saved me. He didn’t run away this time, Steve.” He grabbed onto Eddie’s shoulders even stronger in a desperate hug while tears ran down his cheeks.

“Okay, I know he didn’t. Munson’s a strong guy and he still has fight left. I need you to put him down so I can bring him back, okay?” Steve muttered soothingly. If Eddie had just lost his pulse a few minutes ago, there was still a chance that he could get his heart beating again.

“What? Steve-”

“Put him down, Dustin!” Steve would feel bad for yelling at him later but he had a very limited window for CPR to work and he didn’t have time for any more niceties.

Dustin flinched back as if struck and let go of Eddie abruptly. His face screwed up in a vicious sob when Steve started applying forceful compressions to his friend’s chest. “Steve, you’re hurting him!”

“He can’t feel pain if he’s dead, Dustin! If this works, he can complain about it later.” Steve struck Eddie’s chest over and over again to the beat of Stayin’ Alive by the Bee Gees like he was taught to as a swim instructor. He never could’ve imagined then that this is how he’d be using his skills.

Both Dustin and Steve winced when they heard Eddie’s ribs crack but Steve didn’t stop applying his full body weight into every push. Nancy and Robin showed up at some point between Steve giving compressions and breathing into Eddie’s mouth but he paid them no mind. In fact, he didn’t pay anything any mind until Eddie gasped for air on his own.

“Eddie!” Dustin yelled and tried to scramble away from Nancy’s arms that restrained him.

“Ouch,” Eddie whispered before his eyes slid shut once more.

“No, no, no. Munson, wake up. Keep your eyes open. We have to get out of here, c’mon. Robin, help me pick him up,” Steve ordered. She quickly stepped forward and helped situate Eddie bridal-style in his arms. With a few well-placed cloths to act as bandages, she patted Steve’s shoulder and he bolted towards the gate in the Munson trailer. The entire Upside Down started shaking and the ground started to fracture in a horrific version of ‘the-floor-is-lava’ game.

But Steve could only focus on holding pressure against a particularly deep wound on Eddie’s side and the soft breaths fanning his neck. One step in front of the other, he sprinted as fast as he could without jostling the injured man in his arms too much. His efforts proved fruitless if the muffled moans of pain into his ear indicated anything.

When he got to the trailer, Robin was right behind him. She threw the door open and pushed the small kitchen table underneath the quaking gate and threw herself through first, ungraceful and uncoordinated as it was, in order to catch Eddie when Steve pushed him through the portal. Which she did. By falling with him and kneeing him in the spine. Seeing them mostly safe, Steve carefully guided Dustin onto the table and threw the gate with his injured leg and then offered a hand to Nancy and gave her a gentle push.

As the gate started to close, he hardly had enough time to jump through the portal into the Rightside Up himself. He could feel the sizzling heat on his sides and burning on the outer parts of his leg until his back met a soft surface on the ground. He made it.

They didn’t have time to celebrate though because Dustin was crying in pain about his leg, Robin was rubbing her side in discomfort, and Eddie was still groaning and bleeding out onto his own stained mattress. Steve’s sides were screaming but he didn’t have time to acknowledge his own wounds until he was sure his friends would survive.

“Alright Nancy, where’s your car? We have to get to the hospital.” Steve asked her, easily falling into the position of leader once more.

“Um, it's right outside.” With a peek out the trailer’s window, Steve could definitely see that it was not.

“No it isn’t. Where’d you park it?”

“I swear,” Nancy promised. “I parked it right in front of the door. We’ll just have to call for an ambulance.”

Steve shook his head and ran a stressed hand through his hair. Eddie didn’t have time for an ambulance. With the earthquakes and the preexisting stigma around the people that lived at Forest Hills, an ambulance would take up to thirty minutes and he didn’t have that. Fuck, what were they going to do?!

He sent another glance out the window to see a small sedan parked outside the neighboring trailer. Bullseye.

“Okay, new plan. Eddie and I are going to hotwire that car and drive to the hospital. You guys are going to call an ambulance and meet us there.” He nodded to himself and went to pick up a blurry-eyed Eddie.

“Steve, we should stick together. It’s not smart to go off on our own,” Nancy expressed condescendingly.

“Well, no one’s ever mistaken me for being smart so I guess that’s par for the course. We’ll see you at the hospital.” Then they were off. Steve was once again carrying Eddie as gently as he could but this time Eddie’s eyes were open and searching.

“Who knew that Steve Harrington would be so adamant on keeping me alive?” He muttered.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Munson.”

“I’m bleeding all over you, surely we’re on a first name basis now. Right Steve?” His tone was pretty challenging for a guy that was dead less than five minutes ago.

“You can call me whatever you want, Eddie. Just keep your eyes open.”

“Okay, I’ll try my best. What’re you planning on doing? Lisa always leaves her car locked,” he said as soon as he saw the direction Steve was walking in.

Steve didn’t dignify his question with a response. He just grabbed the ax from its position secured on his back and swung the dull edge towards the driver’s side window, shattering it instantly.

“Holy shit,” Eddie murmured in amazement. Unknowingly to Steve, that was the exact moment that Eddie fell in love with him. He had risked his life to save him in the Upside Down and carried him bridal-style out of hell. Now he was committing crimes to keep him alive and looking hot while doing it. Eddie’s heart didn’t stand a chance.

Steve gently leaned Eddie against the car while he worked to get the driver’s side door open and then picked him up again to gently settle him in across the backseats. His movements caused Eddie to whimper in pain but they were so close, they couldn’t stop now.

“Okay Munson, focus. How do I hotwire this car?” Steve looked back at him and saw the seats quickly staining red. “Shit Eddie! Put pressure right there, we have to slow the bleeding. C’mon, how do I do this?

Eddie tried to press his bandana into his worst wound as he gave Steve directions. “Pull off the steering column and grab the wires. Did you get my pliers? You’ll need those to strip the coating.”

“Yep. Okay, I got the cover off and I see the wires. What next?”

“There-there should be… two wires. One red and one black. You have to s-strip them and tap them together until the ignition starts…”

His voice started to taper off towards the end of his explanation and he could hardly keep his eyes open anymore. Steve pulled the wires from the steering column and stripped them just as Eddie had in the RV. When he looked into the backseat, he did a double take. Eddie’s skin was even paler and clammier than it had been before. Most worryingly though, his eyes were glazed and his breathing was labored. Steve reached an arm back to shake at his shoulder.

“Don’t fucking die, Eddie! I didn’t carry you out of the goddamn Upside Down just for you to die in some stranger’s backseat.” He hissed in angered panic.

“Ooo kinky.” Eddie mumbled through chapped lips.

“Not kinky, dying is not kinky! Wake up, Eddie!”

Just then, the engine turned over and the ignition started. “Yes, yes! Eddie, hold on. I got the car to start. C’mon man, five minutes to the hospital. You’ve got this.”

“Okay…” Eddie whispered. Steve could hardly breathe as he sped down the roads and broke every traffic law. He didn’t care about the consequences of his actions as long as Eddie lived. He didn’t care about speeding tickets or jail time, he just needed his new friend to survive.

“Eddie, you doing okay?”

“I wouldn’t… characterize this as- as being… okay,” he answered between labored breaths.

“You’re doing great, man,” Steve told him. He looked back at him in the rearview and saw Eddie’s eyes looking back at him.

“Thanks for doing this, Stevie. You didn’t have to. You-you could’ve left me there-”

“Shut up, man. I wasn’t going to leave you after you risked your life to help us. You’re one of us now whether you like it or not.” Steve told him. He wasn’t going to stand for any self-deprecating comments after he’d almost died (did die for a few minutes) to save Dustin.

Eddie hummed before the car lapsed into silence for the next minute or so, only broken by the sounds of Eddie wheezing for air and Steve’s fingers shaking against the steering wheel. When they arrived at the hospital, Steve pulled right in front of the emergency room and screamed for help. Nurses, doctors, and assistants came rushing out to help him and they placed Eddie on the gurney.

His lips were red with blood and his face was ashen without it. But when Steve looked at him, he smiled wide. “I’ll see you later, Big Boy.”

Steve couldn’t even threaten the hospital staff to treat him well or tell them to ignore the rumors on TV (although he would find out later that Nancy and Robin did that well enough on their own). As soon as Eddie was wheeled out of sight, Steve collapsed from his own injuries.

Just a few days later, Steve woke up from sedation to find himself in a hospital bed with Eddie as a roommate. And if his heartbeat sped up on the monitor when Eddie smiled at him, well, that wasn’t anyone’s business but theirs.

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#Robin walks into their shared hospital room just a few days later to find them kissing in the same bed #They end up clearing Eddie's name by blaming Jason and pointing out that he had connections to all the victims #unlike Eddie #Dustin is really happy that they're friends now until he walks into their hospital room to see them making out #then he's not so happy (they're both his brothers so its basically incest)#Wayne finds out about Steve carrying Eddie to safety and decides that the kid was going to become a Munson one way or another #whether he married Eddie or got adopted by Wayne #stranger things #steddie #fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler

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love-toxin · 1 year

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Bully!Eddie sees someone shove you to the ground, and then boom, they’re knocked to the ground twice as hard, knocked unconscious. You’re literally worried about kidnapping when he grabs your hand and stomps out of the school, because Eddie’s never taken you anywhere alone before, and he’s still angry. But he’s not angry with you. He wants you all to himself, where no one else can touch you. And he promises not to pull your hair until your head stops hurting from your fall. Instead, his hand is nice and gentle in your locks. But his legs are the tough ones, pulling you deep into his messy kiss and locking you in there around your thighs. Making you feel good as he sits on the bench and moves your hips against his with his legs, paying attention to what makes you melt. Making you repeat that no one gets to touch you except for him. Which is all a massive shock for you, because you hadn’t even realised he’d liked you until he was literally moaning into your mouth

oho......your bully eddie.......swoon!! <3

(cws: f!angelface, slightly pervy bully!eddie, mild blood, violence mention, bullying, lewd implications, a twinge of slutshaming, degradation, groping, eddie expresses his feelings in a very fucked up way)

wc: 1.2k

Eddie's so rough so much of the time, it's not all that surprising to feel his hand clamp around your wrist as he drags you somewhere. It's not even that surprising to be dragged into the woods, back behind the school where nobody dares to venture, because on more than one occasion he's done so just to force you to spend time with him or once because he bailed you out of trouble and asked you to show him your tits in return.

But this time is different because he's not mad. He's absolutely furious. Practically shaking with anger as he stomps over twigs and snaps them under his soles, throws his jacket haphazardly over the table and kicks one of the legs when he lets you loose. The table shudders from the force and you flinch away, worried he might turn that fury towards you next and wondering if that might be the reason why he wanted privacy. But Eddie doesn't even look at you, he just drops back into his seat on the bench and leans against the edge of the table, facing out so his legs are spread and splayed out right in front of you. Eddie huffs and pats his thigh, rings clapping against his flesh while he rolls out his shoulders to ease the tension. They each shine with a thin sheen of blood, left behind by the guy who thought it'd be funny to make a perverse joke in your direction before shoving you against your locker.

"Sit."

His voice resonates with so much power that you feel compelled to obey, scrambling to come closer and bring your knees up to rest on either side of the bench, so you're straddling him in some way and slowly lower yourself down until you're just barely hovering over his lap. Eddie just scoffs and tugs you down with hands on your waist though, seating you snug enough on top of him that you can feel his heartbeat pulsing through his warm crotch.

He looks as though he's about to say something, eyes locked on to your lips with a storm brewing behind them. Whatever it is, or was, falls away and fades from memory when he closes the gap in a hurry and forces a wet kiss upon your unsuspecting mouth.

"Mh-!" Your muffled yelp rings in your own ears, hands immediately on his chest and pushing even though Eddie's already got one of his own on the back of your head, keeping your lips planted firmly on his so you can't break it no matter if you tried or not. This is a joke, it's a prank, he's gonna slip icecubes down your shirt or push something gross into your mouth-

"Quit squirming! You're not getting away from me," He hisses back as the kiss breaks, but when that clearly doesn't help you to calm down from wiggling off his lap, Eddie grabs your face in his long, rough fingers and forces you to look him in the eyes. "Nobody touches you but me. If you cry, you cry for me. Not for some neanderthal fucking twat."

He mutters under his breath, all too aware of whether others may be listening in on your conversation. Unbeknownst to you, he wants to be seen groping and touching you, but he wouldn't dare let anything he says to you be heard for fear that it may be used against you. And you're still not quite sure why you're being touched like this, why you're being loved on as if he's trying to be affectionate. Your hand raises up to bat his away and breaks the hold he has on your chin, and for once he just takes it. He can't even tear his gaze away from you now.

"Just let it go, Eddie! Why are you always like this? What did I ever do to you?" You don't want it to come out in as much of a whimper as it does, don't want to sound so pathetic, but you can't help the quiver in your lip and the crack of your voice. His expression softens, if only for a second, and he answers you just as strangely as ever.

"Cause if I don't protect you, nobody else will."

"Protect me? Are you high? You make me miserable! You–you're just a miserable person, Eddie!" You cry out in answer, finally working up enough strength to shove him off and clamber down from his lap to stand again. It was a mistake to do so in the first place, if nothing else because you can still feel his warmth lingering beneath your skirt. Part of you is shocked that he isn't angry with you for insulting him, and part of you is shocked he isn't angry with you for calling him out at all. As a whole, you've got the complete expectation that he's gearing up to beat you into the ground and make sure you don't leave this forest alive, or at least not breathing. Maybe you deserve it for letting your emotions get the best of you in the face of the bully you just watched knock out a jock without a shred of hesitation.

"I like you, you wretched bitch." He gets to his feet and proclaims as loudly as whatever he would yell atop his lunch table to whoever passes by, bending down with a flourish to pick up his jacket off the table and slinging it over his shoulder as he takes a step towards you. It's just to look down on you, chest to chest, his hot breaths prickling the soft skin of your heated face. He leans closer, just a little, so the smirk that crosses his lips just barely brushes yours. "And I know how wet you get when I stand up for you. Right?"

With only the smallest inkling of what he might do next, you barely have a moment to swat at him for doing it–but Eddie's hand slides beneath your skirt and up your thigh, his fingers curled to cup you over your soft panties and draw a gasp from your freshly-dry throat. It's there and gone so quick, it could have been a passing thought with how brief he makes it, and before long Eddie's shoving past you to head off towards the parking lot. The school day's barely half-over, but you know he'll be snuffed out once that jock goes to the principal, if he does at all and doesn't slink away out of shame for being beat up by the school freak.

"You're a pervert, Eddie!" You call after him with your thighs pressed shaky and tight together, but he just shrugs his shoulders and doesn't halt his pace.

"Fuck you later, slut." He chuckles and waves offhandedly, barely sparing you a parting glance as he takes his leave despite just having his hands all over you like a horny teenager. Eddie's such a rough guy, and yet you have to bow your head as you take your leave also, knowing that he was right and hating it for every second you have to spend today with a damp spot in your panties.

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over--and-out · 1 year

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Can I get Eddie Munson x reader where he's comforting them while they're dealing with a bad home life? (Dealing with this irl and could use some comfort)

A Steady Hand

Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Summary: Usually you can hear your parents arguing through the walls of the trailer, even if you're in your room with your headphones on. You just didn't think that your neighbor would be able to hear them too.

Warnings: Yelling, arguing, mentions of abuse, physical proof of abuse, close encounter with violence (reader is almost harmed,) protective Eddie, Eddie yelling at adults, police

Author's Note: I love this request dearly and I hold it close to my heart. This writing is coming from my soul on this one, I understand having a bad home life. And anon, I you need help on it please don't hesitate to reach out for it.

If you or someone you know is being abused, please call this help line as soon as possible.

1(800)-799-7233

That being said, please enjoy the fic and don't continue reading if you get to a point where you're feeling mentally unwell. Stay safe and look out for yourselves. I'm sorry for droning on. I'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you were wanting.

You ran your hand over your face, your Walkman loosely clutched in your hand as you stared at the ceiling. Your music was playing at full blast, an older song from some 70s album playing. You couldn't pay attention to it even with how much you tried to. Your step-dad's yelling pierced through any other sound coming from your headphones and at this point it was just getting annoying.

You heard a door slam in finality, your cue that the argument was over. You'd been dying for some water, so you slid your legs off the side of the bed and you stepped to the floor where the cold seeped into your skin.

Padding to the kitchen, you pulled a cup down from the cabinet and walked to the sink before the door once again slammed.

"What are you doing up? It's 3 in the morning, boy." You couldn't help the flinch you gave, dropping the plastic cup you were holding before turning to your stepfather.

"Just getting some-" you were interrupted by a loud knock on the door, both you and your step-dad's gaze going to the source of the noise. His nose scrunched up in distaste.

"The hell could be knockin' at this time of night?"

He snatched the door open and you turned the corner to sneak a peek at who it was. A young man shorter than your stepfather was rocking back and forth on his heels, his long dark brown curls swaying back and forth with his movement. You peeked out from behind your stepfather as he spoke. "The hell you want? Aren't you from the next trailer over?"

You recognized him, Eddie Munson. You'd both hung out and you got along swimmingly well, but you were worried about what he was doing here.

"Uh, yeah man I'm your neighbor. That trailer real close? Yeah, close enough, I heard some yelling? Came to make sure everyone was okay." When he spoke of his own trailer, he pointed to it before whirling his head back around to look at your step-dad. He briefly glanced at you, only for a moment but it was a moment too long. The tall man whipped around to look at you and you flinched when the attention was suddenly on you.

"What're you still doing out?!"

"Uh- Hey- Let's calm down, right?" Eddie stepped forward, one foot inside the house and he reached out to touch the taller man on the shoulder in an attempt to get his attention back on himself.

It happened too fast for your brain to register, but your step-dad had managed to get Eddie thrown from the trailer, down the steps and onto the grass of the lawn. You panicked, already seeing the blood coming from Eddie's nose when he sat up and you rushed past your step-dad before he had time to catch you.

You gripped on to Eddie's forearm to help him up and he squinted at you. "No, I'm fine, I'm fine. Are you okay? You good?" You nodded and he nodded in return, patting your back. "If you don't feel safe, my Uncle is in our trailer. 'Kay?" He gave a nod and you nodded in return, standing up and beginning to make your way to the trailer.

"Get your ass in this house!" Your step-dad yelled and Eddie instinctively pushed you behind him. His front door opened and who you presumed was his uncle stepped onto the porch.

"Listen, you don't have to go. You don't have to listen to him, it'll be okay- Wayne, call the cops!" You nodded and turned and he followed behind you as you went to his trailer.

Wayne darted out of the way when you got to the door, the landline in his hand which he quickly handed to Eddie when the metalhead walked in behind you. "Yeah, here he is."

Eddie took the phone, puffing his cheeks and sighing under his breath. "Yyyyyyello? This is he. Yeah."

He wanders off into his room with the phone, the cord not letting him go far but you watch as he keeps glancing at you. You were so focused, you didn't notice Wayne offering you a wet washcloth.

"I dunno if you've got any injuries, but I'd rather not be pokin' and proddin' and invading your privacy." You smiled softly at him, taking the washcloth and giving him a thank you before Eddie came back into the living room. Wayne didn't even give Eddie the same courtesy he gave you, just pressing a washcloth to his nephew's nose and earning a hiss from the brunette.

"Hey- Wayne-" He winced again as he took a hold of the washcloth from the older man. There were loud bangs on the door and Wayne shook his head with a sigh before glancing at you.

"Door's locked and I've got my gun in the closet. You're safe." You nodded along, worrying about the idea of the gun and hoping it wouldn't come to that.

In your thoughts, you felt a gentle touch to your jaw and looked up to see Eddie's big brown eyes looking at you with worry. "Hey, you okay?" He moved to sit next to you on the couch you'd managed to sit down on and you scooted out of his way. "He won't get in, cops are on the way. Wayne's got work but I'll be here if you wanna stay."

You laughed softly at how giving he was being. You looked at the washcloth he was holding to his nose to catch the blood and gestured to it.

"I should be asking about you."

"I wasn't talking physically."

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"I was asking if you were okay up in that pretty head of yours." He gave a gentle tap to your temple for emphasis. "You don't have to worry about me, I'm fine. I'm supposed to be worrying about you." You stared at him for a long moment, taken back by his words. You didn't know what to say to that.

After a long moment, you sighed under your breath and flopped into Eddie, your head laying on his shoulder and he fumbled for a moment before resting his hand on your back.

"It's okay, it's okay. You're safe. I've got you." He gave Wayne a nod when the older man rubbed his back. He got a pat in return.

"Keep the door locked until the police get here. You stay safe, keep him safe." Eddie nodded and gave him a smile, patting Wayne on the shoulder. Wayne knew his boy would keep you Sage.

There was a knock on the door and he nodded again. "Speak of the devil." He opened the door and let the officer inside, Police Chief Hopper giving him a nod. Wayne said something about needing to go to work and he was excused, Hopper looking to where you were slumped against Eddie on the couch.

"It wasn't my fault this time. I swear."

"I know, we got your guy out there in cuffs. His wife testified against him and technically he was attempting a break-in." He gave a fake wince and shrug. Eddie laughed a bit and shook his head. He gently rubbed your back and leaned down to speak into your ear in a gentler tone.

"You hear him?" When you nodded, he kept speaking. "You want to go back home or stay the night? Whatever you feel more comfortable with." He looked up. "As long as we're not further needed." Hopper held his hands up.

"Nope, just came to tell you we caught the guy. Wanted to make sure the kid was okay." Eddie nodded and thanked him.

You had taken some time to talk to your mom and make sure she was okay. She'd said she was going to go see some friends and said you should spend some time with Eddie, stating that he was obviously calming for you and he was a safe person. You knew she was in a rough spot, but you did as she told you.

So here you were, it was 7 in the morning and you were currently dying laughing as Eddie told the tale of his latest adventure as a Dungeon Master.

"Yeah, Henderson was so confident that he goes 'I am going to kick your ass!' So I looked him dead in the eye and asked him, 'Oh really? Roll deception.' He was furious that I told him to roll deception instead of persuasion." You were dying of laughter and Eddie pulled the TV dinners out of the oven as he spoke. You were sitting on the counter wearing one of Eddie's shirts and a pair of boxers. He'd asked you if you wanted to take a shower and you accepted gratefully.

You'd missed hanging out with Eddie. He was a walking ray of good vibes and kindness and anybody who knew him could see it.

He finished prepping the food and laughed triumphantly as he handed you your own tray, smiling softly and you gave him a smile in return. "Thanks."

You both ate dinner for breakfast and settled down to watch a movie on the couch.

Even if things weren't that stable, you knew you could find some comfort in having Eddie close.

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eddiemungbean · 1 year

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Sink My Teeth Into You

a healthy dose of steddie in which Eddie asks Steve to draw him

18+ (mentions of sex)

『••✎••』

“What do I look like?” Eddie asks from his spot on the floor. He’s laying on his back, arms tucked behind his head and hair spread wildly across the plush red carpet. The hem of his shirt is raised ever so slightly, revealing a pale strip of his stomach and a soft trail of hair.

Steve, from his spot on the couch, keeps his eyes closed and an arm draped over his face. He hums contentedly and says, “Handsome.”

Eddie grins. “You didn’t even look at me.”

“Didn’t have to. You’re always handsome.” This time though, Steve shifts to peek at Eddie from beneath the crook of his elbow. He hums again, appreciatively, sending Eddie a lazy wink.

The two fall back into a serene silence, the only sound in the room is their deep breathing and Steve’s beating heart. They stay like that, quietly listening to the birds beyond the window, hidden behind thick curtains to keep the sunlight out.

“Describe me,” Eddie says after a moment. He’s curious, and has been since he changed a few years back, unable to see the change for himself in the reflection of a mirror or on the film of a camera.

Steve sits up and reaches for his glasses on the side table, scratching at the back of his head and making his already messy hair messier. He knows what Eddie wants. Not compliments or jokes. Eddie wants to know if he still looks like himself. He wants to know if he’s more human than monster.

Eddie watches as Steve puts his glasses on. He watches as Steve beckons him to sit up. He watches Steve’s eyes travel the length of him as he moves, scooting so that he’s parallel to the couch, leaning back on his arms, with his ankles crossed in front of him. He sees the way Steve stops to gaze at each tattoo and each scar until, finally, Steve meets Eddie’s eyes.

“You have a gray streak in your hair now,” Steve says gently. He reaches forward, wraps the gray curl around his finger and tugs. He does that a lot. Plays with Eddie’s hair, particularly the gray curl, running his fingers through it or brushing it away from Eddie’s face.

Eddie leans into his touch, eyes fluttering, a soft smile on his face. He feels Steve move his hand from his hair to his face, opens his eyes as Steve caresses his cheek.

“Your skin is pale. Paler than before. And cold. Like marble. Haunting.” Steve feels Eddie flinch against his hand but continues, “Not in a bad way. Like–like something from a dream.”

Eddie relaxes again, satisfied that he’s not scary, not a nightmare come to life. A dream. Steve called him a dream.

Steve moves his fingers down to Eddie’s mouth. He rubs his thumb over Eddie’s bottom lip, pulling on it lightly. Eddie sighs, mouth parting slightly, and Steve grins.

“My, what big teeth you have.”

Eddie laughs, loud and startled, and smacks a hand to Steve’s shoulder. Steve ignores it, moves so that he’s sitting at the edge of the couch cushion. He leans in close and kisses Eddie. Once. Twice. A third time. All soft, short and sweet.

When Steve pulls back he says, “They’re totally metal. I bet you have babes lining up, begging for you to sink your teeth into them.”

“Metal huh?”

Steve nods.

“And babes lining up for me?”

“Oh yeah.” Steve exaggerates the words, stretching out the syllables.

Eddie smirks. “The only babe I wanna sink my teeth into is right here.” He gives Steve’s thigh a pat and then leaves his hand there, slowly inching forward. Eddie can feel a fire burning from his abdomen up to his throat. Hunger. Desire.

Steve places his hand on top of Eddie’s, stopping him from moving any further up his leg. He has Eddie exactly where he wants him. “Your eyes are red.”

Eddie freezes. This was new. Why hadn’t anyone told him before? Did his eyes freak people out? Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, walking around with red eyes and fangs for Christ’s sake!

“Not bright red,” Steve reassures, “not unless you’ve recently eaten, but they kind of glow red if that makes any sort of sense.”

“That makes no sense. At all,” Eddie grumbles.

Steve takes a moment to find the right way to explain, his brows furrowed. “Your eyes are still brown, for the most part. But I can see the red underneath when you’re angry or when you’re sad. They glow really bright when you eat or when you’re playing guitar or when–“ Steve cuts himself off.

“Or when what”

“When–you know.”

“I really don’t. You’re going to have to tell me, Steve.” But he does know. The faint blush now staining Steve’s cheeks gives it away. Eddie pushes forward until he’s kneeling on the floor, trapped between Steve’s legs. He leans his head against Steve’s thigh, gazing up through long, dark lashes.

Steve visibly gulps. “When we fuck. They glow really bright when we fuck.”

“Ah, so…intense emotions bring out the bloodlust. Even when I’m horny and we’re having mind blowing sex.”

“Especially when you're horny and we’re having mind blowing sex.”

Eddie laughs, delighted. “That’s pretty fucking metal. Are they red right now?”

Steve smirks. “Yeah.”

Eddie winks and bites Steve’s thigh playfully, trying to make himself look more menacing and utterly failing. He laughs when Steve shoves his face away.

There’s a moment of calm. Eddie’s face is pressed up against Steve’s thigh as Steve gently runs his hand through Eddie’s hair.

“Think you can draw me?” Eddie is looking up at Steve, genuinely curious.

Startled, Steve blurts out, “What?”

“Draw me. I want to see what I look like.” Eddie stands abruptly and turns about the room, trying to locate either his sketchbook or some scrap paper for Steve to draw on. “There you are,” he mumbles to himself as he reaches for the sketchbook he left on the TV stand.

“No, no. No no no no no.” Steve sinks back into the couch with his hands raised, hoping the cushions will swallow him before Eddie can put a pen in his hand. “You’re the one that can draw!”

“I can’t draw myself Steve, I don’t know what I look like anymore.”

Steve pushes his glasses askew, pinching the bridge of his nose.

It’s endearing, Eddie thinks, that Steve is getting so worked up over something so small. He likes the way it makes Steve’s heartbeat pound in his chest just a tiny bit faster. He likes the flush on Steve’s neck.

Eddie falls gracelessly beside Steve, poking him in the ribs with a pen and placing his sketchbook in Steve’s lap.

“Get Will to do it for you,” Steve mumbles.

“Babe, Will’s not in love with me. You are. I want to know how you see me.”

“I literally just told you.”

“Please, Steve?” Eddie widens his eyes and pouts, feigning innocence. He knows Steve won’t be able to resist. It works every time. He even managed to get Steve to play D&D with this look and has been abusing the power it holds over him ever since.

Steve grabs the pen from Eddie’s hand, examines it and realizes it’s one of those fancy multi-colored ones. “You are the worst,” he says, clicking the red tab and poking Eddie’s forehead, leaving behind a small red dot. “I hope you know this picture is going to look like crap.”

“Thanks Baby.”

『••✎••』

Twenty minutes later Eddie is holding up a crudely drawn photo next to his face. “The resemblance is truly uncanny.”

There’s a reason why Steve isn’t an artist. The picture, though a valiant effort on Steve’s part, looks like it was drawn by a half blind old man with arthritis. The only thing even remotely accurate is Eddie’s unruly hair.

“Why are my eyes bleeding?”

Steve snorts. “Shut up. I told you. I told you! Get Will to draw you next time. He’s not in love with you but he has a pretty big crush if you haven’t noticed. I mean, it’s kind of obvious.”

“Oh? Do I detect jealousy? Over a teenage boy who has a teenage crush?”

Steve scoffs. “God no.” And when he sees Eddie teasingly raising his eyebrows he adds, “Maybe, okay? Maybe! I’m not–let’s get one thing straight okay? I’m not jealous of Will’s crush on you, or whatever. I’m just annoyed that I do all these things for these kids and they barely acknowledge me. And then! And then you come along with your messy hair and your tattoos and your stupidly large rings and you smile at them and suddenly they all worship the ground you walk on.”

Eddie smirks. “But don’t you do the same thing? Worship the ground I walk on as soon as I shoot you a smile?”

“The difference is I’m allowed to,” Steve grumbles.

“You, Steve Harrington, are beyond ridiculous.”

“Oh I know,” Steve replies, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His nose is a whisper against Eddie’s own. “I’m dating a vampire after all.”

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owmylasagna-blog · 10 months

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The Ed Must Go On

Eddy prepares for a last minute gig. Edd helps.

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A familiar clatter punctuated by loud profanities compelled Edd to emerge into the living room. Much to his dismay the place had been turned upside down, drawers open, piles of paraphernalia strewn on surfaces and the floor. Edd could feel the incensed energy radiating from his partner.

Eddy riffled through one of the shallow top drawers of the break front. He stifled a yell and threw a pack of AA batteries back inside, the sound making Edd flinch.

“Where are the goddamn scissors?”

Edd sighed: if only Eddy would let him label the drawers with their contents, maybe these sort of headaches would be avoided. The vintage veneers had won that battle: a triumph of form over function.

Scanning the room in an effort to help Eddy in his search, the taller man’s eyes fell on the kitchen shears precariously teetering on the edge of the record player stand. Eddy had grabbed them and on second thought cast them aside as a last resort: he knew Double Dee detested mixing up the scissors from their intended use.

Edd took the shears, clasping them in both hands to his chest, and joined Eddy’s side. The angered man slammed the drawer shut, the hardware clacking from the momentum, before tearing into the one adjacent to it and pulling out fistfuls of user manuals and take-out menus.

No more than a foot away the shimmer of stainless steel blades peaked out from beneath their most recent mail. In his periphery Eddy registered movement, then witnessed his partner produce the elusive utility scissors from right under his nose. Edd calmly presented them to Eddy and it took everything in the shorter man not to erupt in a fit.

“I hate when you do that,” grumbled Eddy, a poor stand-in for the truth which was that he hated his utter lack of object constancy.

Snagging the scissors and stomping his way to the coffee table Eddy planted himself on the floor and started turning the garment laying on their shag rug inside-out. Edd returned the kitchen shears to the knife block, the floorboards of their pre-war apartment creaked as he tentatively crossed the living room. He peered over Eddy’s hunched shoulders.

“A dress?” Edd questioned. A long groan escaped Eddy while he hacked away at the armhole.

“Sandra Oh-No-She-Didn’t’s out on her honeymoon, Mother Mayhem rolled her ankle and Patty Melt got the effin’ flu so your brilliant boyfriend here volunteered to host drag trivia tonight.”

Double Dee knelt down beside said brilliant boyfriend, watching as he successfully extricated one sleeve and began cutting away at the other.

“Couldn’t you wear something you already have in the closet?” Edd suggested. There certainly was plenty to choose from. He couldn’t see why Eddy was adding more stress to the situation.

“Yeah, if I wanted to look like an overstuffed sausage,” Eddy griped, then snipped the sleeve clean off.

It had been almost a year since the last time he’d dolled up and in that time he’d put on a bit more weight. He’d thrifted this old frock at the last second just for the job but the sleeves had been so constricting he feared losing feeling in his arms half way through the evening. They had to go. Hit with a pang of guilt, Edd awkwardly fidgeted with the side seam of his house pants.

Eddy threw the scissors aside and lifted the dress up.

“Well, that looks like shit,” he grimaced at the jaggedly frayed arm holes. He dropped the garment in disgust and shoved the heels of his palms into his eye sockets, growling in frustration. “Fuck me.” Double Dee reached out a sympathetic hand and caressed Eddy’s thigh.

“Oh, don’t despair, my love. Let me find the sewing machine.”

He patted Eddy’s knee before getting up from the floor and scurrying to the hall closet. Once the machine was set up on the dining table, Edd instructed his partner to put the dress on inside-out. Eddy stripped down to his boxer briefs and shimmied into it.

Eddy wiggled impatiently as Edd painstakingly pinned the fabric in place.

“Would you stay still!” Edd reprimanded through clasped lips, where he was holding a few sewing pins.

“These sequins are drivin’ me nuts, babe.”

“Just… a few… more… and done. Mind the pins as you remove that. Actually, let me help you.”

As Edd unzipped the back and guided the sleeves over Eddy’s shoulders, he couldn’t resist trailing a few kisses along the nape of his lover’s neck. This area was Eddy’s weak spot. His eyes rolled back and he smiled.

“Mmm,” he hummed, delighted, “now that’s what I call customer service.”

“This would be highly unprofessional.”

Eddy’s shaved hairline tickled Edd’s nose as he inhaled deeply.

“I should report you, ya perv.”

The dress dropped around Eddy’s feet and Edd’s arms wrapped around his naked torso. He planted a few more kisses from the crown of Eddy’s head to the stubble of his left cheek. The affection released some of Eddy’s wound-up tension. They kissed on the mouth before Edd gave a squeeze and asked, “Would you like me to come tonight?”

“Oh I bet you would.”

Edd simply glared back. Eddy sighed before trivializing the question with another quip, “What, you like me or somethin’?”

“Eddy…”

“You know it’s gonna go past your bedtime-”

Edd frowned. “I’ve managed well enough before on less sleep.”

“And it ain’t like you’ve got a team.”

“Some of my coworkers could be enticed.” There was a pause. Edd caressed the hairs on Eddy’s arms.

“Yeah?” Eddy responded in a softer, curious tone. His mouth curled into a goofy smile. It wasn’t every day that Double Dee made last minute plans.

“Yeah.”

Eddy turned to face his adorable partner when he got a foot-full of sewing pins.

“YEOWCH!”

Eddy jumped into the air and into Double Dee’s arms. The lankier man staggered under the weight, sputtering high pitched whines from the exertion, until they both collapsed on the couch in a heap.

After getting a bit… distracted… on the couch, Edd inspected the parts of his sewing machine. He dropped the foot and slowly applied pressure to the pedal as he fed in the fabric.

“Now, see, Eddy, I needed to secure the lining to the outer fabric like this to get a tidy seam.”

“Mhmm.”

The absent tone of that utterance made Edd pause and look up from his work. He raised a brow at Eddy, who was rapidly tapping away a message on his phone. Double Dee cleared his throat and the other man looked up.

“Wha-”

“You know, it wouldn’t hurt for you to become acquainted with some basic sewing techniques. Then you wouldn’t need me for every minor alteration.”

“But it’s better when you do it,” Eddy winked.

“You can lead a horse to water…”

“Aah I’m messin’ with ya,” Eddy replied, waving a hand limply on his wrist before clasping both hands together with a clap, “So which side is facing what again?”

Edd smirked as he detailed the construction of the seam, Eddy intently listening. It was refreshing to know the version of Eddy that had outgrown the exploitative labor practices of his youth, more often than not opting to learn new skills and pitch in his handiness when needed. The first armhole completed, Eddy nudged Edd’s elbow.

“Do I get a crack at it?”

“Absolutely.”

Eddy took over Edd’s seat and slowly started the machine up.

“So I was thinkin’ I’d wear the black wig, but the red wouldn’t look half bad either.”

“I like the black more,” Edd said, crossing his legs.

“Then it’s settled. Blonde.”

“Why even bother asking my opinion then,” Edd tilted his chin up smugly.

“Sometimes you don’t know what you want till someone suggests somethin’ you don’t want.”

“Hmm,” Edd absently hummed in reply, watching Eddy’s hands closely, “sorry, do you mind if I- “ he motioned to the machine.

“Here we go,” Eddy raised his hands like it was a stick-up.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Edd prickled. He scooted his chair closer to Eddy and repositioned the fabric. Eddy just leaned back, crossing his arms.

“You know. It’s your way or the highway.”

“Well I can’t help that you were pulling the fabric too taut. Your seam is going to be cockled.”

“Maybe I like my seams cockled.”

“Eddy, please. Can you- “ Edd stopped himself with a huff. Eddy had to sympathize just a little: the poor guy was tortured by the mundane on the daily. The shorter of the two men stood from the table.

“You finish that and I’ll put on espresso.”

Double Dee considered this an agreeable arrangement.

“Thank you, dear.”

With the seam ripper he went to town undoing Eddy’s stitches. Eddy just snorted, refastened the straps on his robe, and headed to the kitchen where a good house floozy belonged.

#eene #ed edd n eddy #eddeddy #lasagnawords #tldr adhd vs autism

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seancekitsch · 2 years

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Master of Puppets: Part one of an Eddie Munson fic

warnings: vol 2 spoilers, mentions of unhealthy coping, angst, mother hen steve, alcohol, hospitals, mentioned violence

Eddie’s been awake in a hospital bed for a week now, covered in tubes and stitches and staples and other gnarly looking shit he doesn’t want to think about. It’s pretty good here, three square meals plus jello cups on demand, and everyone he knows visits. Well, except for one person. It’s been a week since he’s seen his girlfriend. Since the night in the upside down becoming bat-chow. He would have thought you’d at least call by now, but the absence of you is stifling. He misses you so fucking badly, wants to hug you like he’s never hugged before, tubes and wires be damned. He wants to kiss you until his lips bleed. He hasn’t gone this long without seeing you since he was thirteen, and your mom took you to see family in the Catskills. He’s seen you almost every single day for almost eight years, until all this happened.

It’s when Steve Harrington comes to pick up Dustin that Eddie finally loses it and asks.

“Hey Harrington, is y/n okay?” he asks, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Steve stops for a moment, and Eddie’s breath gets caught in his throat.

“Haven’t seen her, man,” he replies, his voice guarded and Eddie just knows he knows something.

“Can ya check on her? Something? Don’t ya work at the same place? Get her schedule!” Eddie pesters, straining the IV tube stuck in his arm when he gestures.

“She changed shifts, man!” Steve exclaims, but then flattens.

“Fine, I’ll check on her.”

Steve starts walking to the door, as if being in the room with Eddie is now intolerable, as if the three of them were not just laughing before Eddie brought you up.

“Ready to go, Dust?”

“Hold on a second!” Dustin exclaims, and then runs to the side of this uncomfortable excuse for a bed.

“I’ll try to sneak your guitar in next time,” he whispers, and Eddie strains to pat him on the shoulder.

“Thanks kid,” he whispers back.

And then Steve is all but dragging the fourteen year old out the door.

I may be stupid, Eddie thinks, but I’m not dumb. Steve Harrington was hiding something.

“When are you gonna tell him?” Dustin asks in the car as he fiddles with the radio.

“Tell him what?”

Steve shifts the car into gear.

“About y/n!” he practically shouts, “About how no one’s seen her!”

Steve flinches at the boys screaming, but peels out of the parking lot anyway.

“I’m not. I’m gonna go check on her.” He says and it’s final, white knuckle grip on his steering wheel driving the point home.

It’s not awkward for the rest of the car ride, though, because that answer satisfies Dustin and after a few quiet minutes he changes the subject.

To say no one’s seen you would be a lie. Kieth has, at the video store, and so has Steve. Just once. You were coming in to tent an entire stack of video tapes, and to tell Kieth you’d have to take some time off of work.

When Steve followed you to the parking lot, you had snapped at him, given him a look that could kill; Steve knew it best to leave it at that.

“Go check on her NOW, okay?” Dustin presses as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“Yeah, yeah, sure thing,” Steve mumbles.

“Do it, now!” He urges again as he gets out of Steve’s car.

“Yeah, alright! Jesus dude,” Steve finally relents, and as he leaves he makes sure to do a k-turn to head to your place instead of his.

You were the first of the scoops troop to move out of your parents house, which means you have a new apartment all to yourself; the complex was meant to be new living spaces to go with Hawkins modernization with Starcourt mall, but then all of that went to hell.

When Steve gets there, he notices all of your lights are out. Maybe you’re not home? Maybe you finally went to visit Eddie. But something in his gut tells him that isn’t the case.

Steve gets out quickly, barely bothering to lock his car before he half jogs up the flight of metal stairs to your front door. He fumbles around at the edge of your welcome mat, feeling for the key you told him you stash there in case you leave yours at family video.

He’d only been to your apartment thrice, twice after work for drinks with Robin, and once after the Starcourt incident to fill out job applications together. But all three of those times, it was bright, colorful, you always had music on and snacks ready. It was very inviting, and Steve can only hope to have a place that feels this nice one day.

He pushes open the door, careful to hold the key so he can pull it out, and the apartment is bathed in light from a tv screen. Re -Animator is on (Steve only knows this from being around the tape so damn much) and over the dialogue of the movie he can hear you sobbing. Quickly, his instincts kick in and he hurries into the apartment to find you laying on the couch, crying your eyes out with a bottle of wine. Two other wine bottles litter your coffee table, as well as a bag or tortilla chips. Whaaaat the actual fuck did Steve just walk into?

“Steve?” you ask incredulously, as if him being in your apartment were somehow the outlier in the situation.

“Y/n, what—? What’s all this?” He hurries to sit next to you on the couch, and you basically throw yourself onto him, crying harder than before.

“Everything’s fucked,” you sob, “Eddie’s gone.”

“What? No, no he’s alive. He’s been asking for you at the hospital,” Steve insists, awkwardly pushing your tear-soaked hair out of your face.

“He left me,” you clarify, evening out your breath to explain yourself, “I told him not to go, and he did. He’s gone.”

Steve recalls how you begged and pleaded for him not to be a hero, how you screamed and cried and tried to stop Eddie. And he remembers Eddie not looking back for you at all after he made his choice with those bats. Steve can’t recall where you even were when they brought Eddie into the hospital.

So Steve decides to follow the very little advice his mother gave him years ago, and shuts up and listens. You prop yourself up, sitting up straight as you swing straight from the bottled and continue.

“You know we planned on getting engaged right?”

That was news to Steve. You rarely talked about life plans or goals at work.

“He was gonna finally graduate, move in here, and then boom! Engagement, probably eloping like a week later, we both find better paying jobs. That’s our little life, our family.”

Steve stays quiet, you notice, and you’re thankful for it.

“So when this fucking—“ you hiccup, take another sip, “Vecna shit goes down and I tell him, beg him, to fuckin, to stay. To choose me, and he doesn’t? It’s like all of those plans he made with me are… are..”

“Bullshit,” Steve finishes.

Your brows furrow in confusion, but then you’re nodding.

“Yeah, bullshit. Exactly.”

And then you break down into sobs again, only pausing to drink more from the bottle.

He understands. He now knows someone else understands how he felt when Nancy got drunk on Halloween. Someone else knows the heartbreak he knows. He wishes you didn’t, that this was a feeling unique to Steve Harrington, that he was special some way in his pain. But this isn’t about him, it’s about you and your pain.

“He wants to see you,” he offers, while wrestling the bottle away from you.

You shake your head, like a toddler having a tantrum.

“Nothing to see,” you mumble.

“You don’t have to! I should have started with that. He’s worried about you.”

“Wasn’t worried when he was abandoning me.”

Damn, can’t argue with that, Steve thinks.

“Was—“ another hiccup, “—only thing keeping me here.”

Steve sits with you for hours and three more horror movies that Steve could barely stomach until you fall asleep on the couch covered in your own tears, then takes a pillow and blanket from your bedroom and arranges you with them. He takes the time to remove all of the trash and alcohol from your apartment, and to set out water and advil for you on the coffee table. He thinks about bringing a bagel by the next morning so there’s something in your stomach, but decides against it when he sees dawn peeking over the horizon as he gets into his driveway.

“Did you get ahold of Y/n?” Eddie asks, throat sounding sore from over use. Lucas, Mike, and Dustin had been talking his ear off all afternoon before Steve came to pick them up.

“Okay!” Steve calls out, “Kiddie time over, out of the room!”

Not a great sign. The gaggle of soon to be sophomores all complain and whine and argue, but Steve pushes them out the door and locks it behind them. They’re definitely all standing there with their ears pressed to the door, but it’s nice Steve even feigned the dignity of privacy.

“Bad news first, always the bad news first,” Eddie insists, running his hands through his flat and uncharacteristically lifeless looking hair.

“What is it, Hair?”

Steve doesn’t know where to start, so he just says,

“You said you were going to marry her?”

Eddie’s eyes widen, and his eyebrows get lost in his fringe.

“So you talked to her?! I’ve already got her a ring, I’ve just gotta get outta here, and then Eddie’s ending ‘86 on top, it’s—”

Steve scoffs, and stops Eddie from ranting further.

“More listening than anything. She’s a wreck.”

Eddie deflates.

“She’s drowning herself in wine saying you abandoned her. She’s acting like you’re dead, dude. She’s not coming.”

“She has to…”

Eddie has that same broken look in his eyes that you did.

“She doesn’t, but YOU have to make this right,” Steve asserts.

With his hand on his hips, Eddie realizes he’s doing the mother hen routine… on him.

“Hey dude,” Eddie raises his voice, “I’M the one who’s swiss cheese here, I’M the one who risked my ass for all of us!”

“Well SHE thinks you threw her away to end up like this! SHE took your Master of Puppets routine as a break up!”

Both of their head whip to the side as they hear banging from the other side of the door that sounds suspiciously like Dustin shoving Mike.

“Listen,” Eddie whispers, nearing a hiss, “That’s my woman, and I would never abandon her.”

Steve leans in closely over the edge of Eddie’s hospital bed.

“You broke her heart, Munson, even if you didn’t mean it,” Steve watches as Eddie’s face contorts from anger to despair, “And between you and me, if you don’t fix this I think she’s leaving Hawkins.”

And with that, Steve leaves the hospital room, taking the kids and all of the air in the room with him.

Eddie panics, as much as he can without ripping his stitches or his IV out. He smacks the heel of his palm against his forehead hard enough to bruise.

Fuck, he thinks, he needs to get out of here now.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader

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stardancerluv · 1 year

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Blossoming of a Shy Violet

Part Twenty - Four

Summary: Things need to be done.

Notes/Warning: Angst, worry…allusions sexier moments….Eddie and Steve bickering Dustin reining them in.

-Please note & remember…this is parallel to the season. It is also my version of how things play out at Skull Rock, at Max’s trailer and what leads up to Lover’s Lake. Some dialogue is directly taken or influenced by it. Flashback in italics.

Thank you so much for reading! Feedback, ❤️s and re-blogs are always welcome!

Eddie easily climbed up and sat in the middle of his trusty picnic table, he he patted the space closest to him. “Come here, sweetheart.”

With a sigh, you finally stopped pacing and did as he suggested. As wrapped his arms around you, he saw you close your eyes as you nestled in. Knowing, roughly where Dustin and the others were coming from you and him, had some time before the two of you would have to head to the parking lot to meet up with them.

There was so much he wanted to say, but right now, he knew that sometimes silence was needed. So with arms crossed in front of you, he let you play with the rings on his fingers.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder. You made a soft sound, he gave you a gentle squeeze.

You glanced at him over your shoulder. “I wish we could go back to when you were climbing into my window.”

He chuckled. “Me too, sweetheart me too.”

The sounds of rustling leaves drew closer, a few twigs snapped like a whip reaching them. You flinched looking up at him.

Both of you scrambled. “What are we going to do?”

“They are too close.” He braced himself. “Get behind me.”

“Ok.”

You did as he said, reaching back he wrapped an arm the best he could around you.

His heart began to pick up speed. He found himself taking a stance despite it feeling like his legs were to turning to jelly.

“Bada bing bada boom, I knew they’d be here.”

Steve was clad in a bright yellow sweater, as he came out from behind the trees. “In your face, Dustin. In your stupid cocky little face.” He glanced behind him. Before flashing the two of you a bright smile. “I told him, you’d probably meet here and then go over to the parking lot.”

Eddie shrugged. He wondered how Steve knew about his place. “Good thinking, Harrington.”

He nodded. Just the sounds of Dustin’s sometimes squeaky voice came through the branches. “Can’t admit you’re wrong, you butthead.”

Eddie smiled as he watched the ever cautious Dustin, watching his steps as he stepped out of the thick growth of the forest. He was like only a pace, maybe two short of being on Steve’s heels.

Eddie, strode easily over. Once, Dustin cleared the undergrowth, he smiled. “I concur you Dustin Henderson are totally a butthead.” Eddie said with a smile ignoring his crack lip.

He could see the relief washing over his friend’s face, “We were so worried that Jason and his friends were going to find you.” Dustin squeaked out before he tightly hugged him.

“I was worried about that too.” Eddie admitted.

You came over to where Eddie was. Dustin smiled, that shiny smile. “I’m glad you are ok too.” He hugged you too.

Eddie was happy to watch the small moment.

“That Jason and his goons are scary, they almost had me.”

He nodded. “Bunch of bullies.”

The girls came out of the words shortly after.

Robin squinted at him, when she grew close. “Hey are you ok?” She pointed at him.

He nodded. “Yeah, that’s when Jason managed to land one.

“Ahh, you will have to clean it up.”

“I will when I get the chance.” Her awkward caring was kind endearing, he mused.

“Not sure we should stay here. But not sure where we should go.” Steve, remarked making a face as he came over and put a hand on his hip.

“My mom is at work.” Max mentioned quietly.

*******

Eddie’s fingers drummed nervously on your hip as you sat on his lap in the backseat. So you didn’t bounce around completely, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“Harrington, thank you again for allowing us the use of your family’s place.”

You caught Steve’s eyes in the rearview. “Yes, Steve thank you.” You smiled.

“Looked like you two didn’t destroy it, so yeah no worries.”

“Steve!” Dustin snapped.

“Alright, alright I’m sorry. Didn’t really think you two would.” He sighed.

“No harm. I understand.” Eddie made a face but then a smirk curled the good side of his mouth. “Just one question.”

Steve tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, while waiting for the light to change. “Shoot, what?”

“Is that really the bedding you and your family buy?”

“I guess?” He shrugged. “I never really thought about it. Mom picks it out why?”

Eddie shrugged. “Just a little scratchy.”

You flushed, meeting his eyes. His smirk turned into that devil may care smile that always causes your heart to flutter. Right now, a little more then usual since you remembered why Eddie was saying that.

******

Eddie’s fingertips gently ran up and down your arm, while remained cuddle up to his chest. “I am surprised I didn’t chaff myself.”

You made a face as you glanced up at him. “What do you mean?”

“When I was enjoying you little minx, I couldn’t resist rubbing up against that comforter. That fabric is rough.

A pang of concern went through you. You lifted the blanket and looked down at him. Then looked back at him. “Yup. You’re ok.”

He chuckled. “Not completely little minx.”

“Oh! Do you want a kiss?”

“It could help.”

But you look…oh…oh Eddie!” You squealed and pushed at him. He only chuckled harder and pulled you close.

You smacked his chest. He feigned innocence, as he squeezed your hip.

******

“Eddie!” Dustin snapped.

His squeaky voice brought you back to the car from last night.

“Just a comment. No reflection on Steve.” Eddie replied.

*******

Everyone’s nervous tension was getting the better of them, they were all talking at once. Talking over each other, honestly lot of nothing was being tossed back and forth. It made you desperately want to crawl into a hole.

Nervously, you glanced down at your hands, they were still filthy. Slid off the armrest beside Eddie and knelt beside Max. She soon showed you, where you could wash them.

You could still feel the slimy things hands brushed up against while hiding in the bushes. It made your stomach churn.

“Are you ok sweetheart?” You flinched, and then sighed.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, laying your forehead against him, pausing in washing your hands.

Eddie’s fingers running through your hair. pulled a sigh from you. You gave him a weak smile as he rubbed your back. “Nothing to be sorry about.” He whispered.

Going back into the now cramped living room, Eddie plopped onto the only easy chair. Signs of age, were very apparent but its armrest that you decided to perch on, was actually quite comfortable.

Sitting there, trying not get too annoyed from everyone talking over each other and not really accomplishing anything, you couldn’t help but notice that Max’s trailer pretty much had the same layout as Eddie’s. It actually looked a touch smaller but you couldn't be sure.

“Hey guys, everybody shut up.” Eddie’s exasperated voice filled the room. Silence fell over everyone, as they turned to look at him.

“Everything was fine last night.” He sighed and looking at you before the others. “We have no idea how they found us.”

“I don’t know man.” Steve shook his head, he looked that the two of you. “I’m just glad you two got away from Jason.”

“Narrowly.” You chimed in, noticing that Eddie was chewing on his lip.

“Eddie, have you noticed anything we should know?” Nancy asked.

He shrugged. “It’s probably nothing but,” Slipping his arm from being around, he quickly unfastened his watch and tossed it to Nancy. “To be honest, it wasn’t till later today did I even realize, it had stopped working. It randomly stopped working.”

Nancy, you watched as concern cast a shadow over her face. “Nine, twenty-seven.”

“Same time our flashlights went kablooey.” Robin added, you glanced her way.

“Which means what, exactly?” Steve asked, he looked more confused then anything as he leaned against one of the walls in the small room.

“That…” She tossed back Eddie’s watch back to him.

Nancy pressed her lips together her brow furrowed. For some reason, seeing her worried, made your own worry sliver into the pit of your stomach.

Once his watch was back on his wrist, you relaxed a little once his arm was once again wrapped around you.

“That surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick.”

“So that brings us one step closer.” Robin chimes in smiling.

******

Eddie, glanced at Harrington and the girls. “Give me moment, ok?” He rose his eyebrows.

“Of course.” The girls nodded

With a hand stuffed in his pocket, he walked back to Harrington’s BMW. You were sitting in the back seat, the door creaked as he opened it. You were tapping your foot with your arms crossed in front of you. Worse of all, it didn’t escape him that you had not glanced his way.

“Sweetheart…” He kicked at dirt.

Even in the darkness, he could see the fierceness that filled your eyes. “Don’t you sweetheart me right now.” You looked away.

Sighing, he climbed into the back seat and shifted close to you, placing an arm behind you.

“Y/N, now you listen to me.”

You looked at him then, your eyes were huge. He instantly regretted how harsh his voice was. Now he was the one who looked into the inky darkness of Harrington’s car.

“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sound that harsh.” Moving his arm, he wrapped it around your shoulders. With desperation clawing at him, he needed to feel you close. He rested his forehead on your shoulder.

A few beats, a few breathes passed between the two of you “I’m as scared as you are.” He finally spoke and pulling back he glanced your way and saw you nodding. “I don’t know,” He pressed his lips together. “But if I can somehow can help, I have to try.”

He saw tears fill your eyes. “But what about me?” You were against him then and wrapped his arms around you.

“I am doing this for all of us.” Moving just so, he tilted your chin up to meet your eyes. “Nothing will stop me from coming back to you.”

@eddieswifu @twentysomethingwereyote @gabriella-gvf @apocalypticwafflekitten @blackberries45 @buckymydarlingangel @readers-posts @grunge-grrrl @ofherscarlettwitchways @making-the-most-0f-it @chaos-incorp @dandycandy75 @poltergeistsblog @alyssinwunderland-blog-blog @helpimspiraling @thegirlwhohides @sebastianstvn @notbeforelong

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likeshipsonthesea · 1 year

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seven sentence smuesday

:)) tagged by the ever wonderful @brassm go read their shannon/eddie spaceship snippet i adore that au with my whole heart

bc erica told me to, here’s seven sentences from my tankhun-was-kidnapped-by-the-minor-family-as-a-child fic. tw child abuse??, child kidnapping

“Why are we here? Why am I in chains?” Tankhun’s voice rose in volume with each question. On the last question, he shook his arms violently, rattling the chains, as he demanded, “Tell me now!”

Vegas flinched with his whole body, almost sending the tray of food careening onto the floor before he steadied himself.

Tankhun’s furrowed eyebrows softened. He stared at Vegas for several long moments, his gaze lifting and falling, taking in Vegas entirely before he let out a sigh. “Ah, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t yell at you.” He pat the ground beside him, smiling slightly. “Come, sit. Show me what you brought.”

Vegas listened, carefully bringing his tray of food with him and setting it down in front of Tankhun as he also sat beside him.

Tankhun cheered. “Koko Crunch? My favorite!”

Vegas smiled and ducked his chin. “I couldn’t get the milk without Papa’s servants seeing. I’m sorry.”

“Ah, now, that’s not what you say when someone thanks you.” Tankhun bumped his shoulder into Vegas’. “What do you say?”

“You’re welcome,” Vegas said dutifully, his cheeks warm. “I picked out the nicest apple.”

“What a sweet cousin you are.” Tankhun squeezed Vegas’ wrist, ducking his head to meet Vegas’ eye when he smiled. “Thank you, Nong Vegas.”

also it’s way longer than seven sentences but for the apple part to make sense i had to. once again, erica demanded it

tagging (if you’d like!): @frysquint @honhonbaguettegofuckyourself @rhysiana @annundriel @prettyboybuckley @deafgaynerd @hmslusitania there that’s seven, like how many sentences i was supposed to post :))

#vegas theerapanyakul #tankhun theerapanyakul #kinnporsche the series #idk what to tag this #my writing #sort of fic #ficlet #tag game #ALSO #if i tagged u it's bc i want to see ur writing #so :)))#no pressure but #i love ur worbs <33

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nburkhardt · 1 year

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This is what happens when I just start typing sometimes lol

There’s something so intimate about it. Something precious, something special and maybe that’s why it never happened to him.

Of all his memories, the only thing he can remember is pats on his shoulder or a quick hug. Maybe it happened when he was a baby, most babies get all the love, right? There’s gotta be something and he just doesn’t remember?

The girls he’s been with only ever kissed him back and never really did anything beyond lips and maybe once or twice on his cheeks. But for the most part? He’d start it and enjoyed it, really he did, but there’s something in the back of his mind crying, something breaking and hurting.

It’s okay, he’s fine, he doesn’t need it. He’ll enjoy the fact that he can give it to someone else. He can settle for pats on the shoulder, quick hugs and shoulder bumps.

Overtime though, all of it goes away. Soon the thing he craves most isn’t even an option for him to give. He’s alone and his closest friend is fourteen, only accepts high-fives and isn’t even close enough with him for hugs. It makes sense, he was just the random guy he so happen to run into and managed to drag into helping.

It’s fine, he’s fine.

His brain associates touch with hurt after 1984. There’s still a part of him deep down screaming and crying, but the rest of is afraid of touch now. He can’t bring himself to even shoulder bump with anyone, he sticks to staying close but not close enough to touch. Flinches away when he can’t see someone touch his shoulder, freezes when someone goes to high five and gets stiff with hugs.

It’s much, much, much worse after the Russians torture him.

By the end of July 85, he has a person. A soulmate and best friend wrapped up in one. All it took was almost dying together and saving the world, to find this one human that cares for him. She doesn’t touch though, she noticed it before everything went down. Noticed him flinching and freezing, it wasn’t hard to miss when they spent days together in Scoops. She smiles at him and when she does hug or pat his shoulder, she’s directly in front of him.

It works, he’s fine. The sometimes hugs and shoulder bumps, it’s fine. He doesn’t need it, doesn’t need touch. That part of him hidden beneath everything is silent crying, no longer screaming.

He swears he’s fine.

I’m gonna write a second part but in eddie’s pov. This is steve’s pov btw I hope you caught that pretty early on lol

Touch-starved Steve is my favorite and it always hurts.

@i-less-than-three-you @artiststarme

#Steve Harrington fic #Steve Harrington #stranger things fic #steve harrington angst #touch starved steve my loveeeee #nburkhardt writes #this will be steddie btw #I was angsty I guess 🫣#also this started because I wanted to talk about forehead kisses

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ohanahoku-ao3 · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 1

@whumptober Hope you all enjoy my first Whumptober Fic of the year! Also posted to Ao3. Teen & Up - Gen - Stranger Things

Waking Up on Weathertop

Steve wakes slowly, head pounding as he pries open an eye ever so slightly in fear of the light that awaits him. But all he’s greeted with is the dull, red lighting of the Upside Down, a relief and discomfort all at once. He’s lying on his side, staring out at the desolate, blurry landscape visible from the alternate realm’s Weathertop. Even here, the ground is cracked every which way, and Steve wonders, not for the first time, when it’ll all collapse. Distantly, he can hear voices behind him, but their words are lost to him as he closes his eyes.

He doesn’t want to be here again. After they returned from losing Eddie, Steve promised he’d never come back. Yet, here he is, again, on the umpteenth mission that’s brought him to the other side. Thinking back, his promise had been nothing more than an empty reassurance to himself, a lie to help him through the night. The sort of lie a parent might tell a child to keep them from being scared, the type of lie Steve’s parents used to tell him as a very young boy, the kind of lie Steve wishes his parents would tell him now, if only so he could believe it for a few moments.

But his parents are long gone. The so-called earthquake had been the last straw for them, and they’d packed up one last time to never return. They left him behind with the house like a forgotten box in their rush to leave, and Steve never heard so much as a ‘good luck’ as they departed. They left him on his own as they always did, but he was used to them walking away. He was always left alone; it was nothing new. Still, he wonders what they’d say if they were here.

It wouldn’t matter, he decides. They’re never coming back, and he’d never listen to them anyway. Not anymore.

The voices behind him are getting louder, pinging around in his head like sharp knives, and Steve groans as the cloudy haze of unconsciousness fully lifts off him. He rolls over onto his back as someone shouts his name, and he opens his eyes only to close them again as a wave of dizziness washes over him. His stomach flips over, and he just wants the room to stop spinning so he can remember what happened. He’s getting flashes of a fight, of demodogs and brick walls splattered with blood, of someone screaming his name, but there are too many gaps.

“Steve? Come on, Steve, wake up. You’re not allowed to die on me, remember?” Robin’s voice comes in clear as the other voices blessedly fall silent.

“M’wake.” He mumbles, slowly squinting his eyes open. They’re blurry above him, and Nancy lets out a sigh of relief from her spot by his shoulder.

“Thank goodness.” She breathes, and Steve is struck by guilt at hearing the tears in her voice, remembering that Jonathan was back at Hop’s cabin and barely hanging on since their last encounter with a swarm of demobats

“Sorry.” He whispers, reaching blindly behind him to pat her ankle reassuringly. He’s unsure if it helps, but her hand finds his and squeezes, so he’ll count it as a win.

“Hey, buddy, look over here.” Dustin’s voice calls for his attention, and Steve blinks up at him, flinching back a little from a sudden hand too close to his face. “How many fingers am I holding up, Steve?”

It looks like four, but Steve knows better at this point. He knows they’re in enemy territory and must get moving soon. He knows he can’t hold them back if they want to make it out of here. Max and Eddie are already gone. Jonathan and Erica are both seriously injured, and Steve isn’t going to let himself be the cause of someone else getting hurt or worse. “Two.” He mumbles, already pushing himself up. They can’t sit around any longer.

“Okay, good, easy,” Dustin says, helping Steve prop himself up. “We don’t need you swooning and falling over.”

Steve huffs, but he’s smiling even as his vision wavers around the edges. “I don’t swoon, Dustin.”

Dustin is retorting that he totally does, and Robin and Nancy are worrying over him moving too fast as Steve pushes himself to his feet. His vision is still blurry, and his feet feel like lead as he takes a couple of steps, but he can do this. He has to. He’s their safety net, after all. They’re relying on him, and Steve won’t let them down. He bends over, forcing aside the dizziness that comes with the motion and picks his bat up off the ground. The feeling of it in his hand serves as a ballast for his determination, and he brings it up to rest against his shoulder before turning around to look at the others.

“Come on, let’s get outta here.” He says, turning around and marching off, knowing without a doubt that the others are following him. He’ll get them home safely if it’s the last thing he does.

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #but now this room is spinning while I'm just trying to fill in all the gaps #lyric #safety net #swooning #how many fingers am i holding up?#stranger things #fic #mild blood tw #injury tw #ao3 fanfiction #steve harrington

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edwardskhakipants · 3 years

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Forks, Washington. August 2004.

Esme and Carlisle stood in the middle of their grand living room, waiting for their five vampire children to arrive. Alice arrived first—prompt as usual. She settled herself gracefully onto the tufted sofa Esme had recently acquired, only to be immediately jostled by Emmett who heaved himself onto the cushions. A breath caught in Esme’s throat—she had lost many pieces from her beloved collection by that action—but it looked like this one was still in one piece. For the moment. Jasper took Edward’s normal spot in the only armchair, forcing Edward to wedge himself between Alice and Emmett.

“What?” Rosalie grumbled as she perched on the armrest of the couch beside Emmett, “Are we having another one of those How to Respect the Telepath in Your Life meetings again?”

“No,” Edward answered, fully aware of the intent of this meeting since it hatched in Carlisle's mind two days prior. “But there’s never a bad time to bring that up. Christ, Emmett, if you’re going to have a song stuck in your head for over seventy-two hours, the least you can do is learn the correct lyrics.”

Emmett’s eyebrows knit together, asking his brother a silent question.

“It’s ‘mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido,’” Edward answered.

Emmett’s brow furrowed doubtfully.

“No.” Edward shook his head, answering Emmett’s thoughts. “Why would he eat a beetle?”

Emmett grinned playfully and tilted his head towards Edward.

Edward wasn’t amused. “You know what it means.”

A silly grin plastered on his face, Emmett elbowed Edward in the ribs, silently egging him on.

Edward’s eyes darted to Carlisle, then Esme, and he shifted in his seat. “Sexual desire,” he muttered.

Emmett howled with laughter and clapped his hands once, “Wow, Eddie! You’re just going to say that in front of Esme!?” Edward scowled as Emmett’s bouts of laughter echoed through the room.

Esme ran a hand through her youngest’s ginger hair. “Boys,” she warned, and Emmett sucked in his laughter.

“Our meeting today has to do with all of you,” Carlisle began.

“We simply wanted to go over the rules of attending school with you kids before you start your second year at Forks High School,” Esme explained, unfolding and re-folding her hands in front of her. “There are already whispers, and we don’t want those whispers to turn into rumors.”

“I thought the only whispers about us at school were whether or not Edward liked girls,” Rosalie said, earning an eye-roll from Edward.

“No,” Alice chirped,” Some kids think we’re a cult.”

Jasper leaned back heavily in his chair. “We haven’t heard that one since the Seventies.”

“Kids are getting more creative these days.” Emmett nodded appreciatively.

Esme held up one, delicate finger. “Which is why it is best to take preventative action.”

Carlisle took the floor. “We thought a few reminders would be helpful before you started your first day of your second year,” Carlisle said. “We don’t want another incident like the one we had at the end of last year.”

Every head in the room turned towards Emmett.

“What?” Emmett threw up his hands in exasperation, “The water gun fight was the senior prank—I wasn’t the one who brought them to the school. Hell, I wasn’t even the only student who got suspended!”

“That’s true,” Carlisle agreed, “but you were the only student to shout, ‘Sit down, kids! Daddy’s gotta tinkle,’ and shoot the stream of the gun from your crotch.”

Jasper snickered—the sound was immediately silenced by a single raised eyebrow from Esme.

“I still don’t see the problem,” Emmett continued, “That’s not necessarily a vampire thing.”

Edward—who often mistook himself as the third vampire parent rather than the youngest son—sighed, “Yes, but it brings unnecessary attention to the family. Which is the first rule: do not bring attention to yourself.”

Esme ran her fingers through her son’s hair once more, “Yes, darling, you are especially good at keeping to yourself.” Edward’s eyes widened, despite Esme’s gentle touch, already aware of where her point was headed. “So much so, that I have been given the names of several child therapists to help my son through his depression. One was recommended for his exceptional work on spotting and treating the early signs of sociopathic behavior.”

Esme grabbed her son’s chin and forced him to look at her. “You have to talk to other people.”

Knocked off his high horse, Edward flinched back from Esme’s hand. “Friendship with humans never bodes well for us.”

“We’re not asking you to create lifelong friendships with humans,” Carlisle clarified, “We are simply asking you to be likable.”

“A nearly impossible feat for Edward.” Rosalie grinned. The comment went unnoticed, save Edward’s slight flinch. But the quick, little tick was satisfying enough for Rose.

“Look at your father,” Esme gestured towards Carlisle, “At every hospital he works at, he goes out of his way to ensure he is well-liked among his colleagues. He forces down countless lunches and coffees, solely to make sure they’re comfortable around him.”

Carlisle took over. “And your mother, a beloved member of her gardening club and a prized member of the PTA.”

“And neither of us have rumors started about us, and do you know why?”

All five teenagers grumbled the ingrained response. “Humans don’t want to spread rumors about people they like.”

“Exactly.” Esme nodded.

“I try!” Alice whined, “But Edward never lets me talk to any humans.”

“That’s because every, single thing that is about to come out of your mouth is incriminating. You might as well walk around with a neon sign that says, ‘I’m a psychic vampire’.”

Alice scoffed, “Is not!”

“You wanted to tell Nihal Howard not to audition for the musical.”

“And he broke his leg on opening night,” Alice challenged.

“You were going to tell Christiana Ward that pink was not her color.”

“And she lost prom queen to Ashley Kirby.”

Jasper put a comforting hand on his wife’s knee. “Maybe try not to meddle so much, darlin’. Natural relationships, first.”

“They would have been!” Alice wailed, “I would have played it cool and casual and made friends and you all would have seen it! But everyone’s hurt and I have no friends at all because Edward won’t let me try!”

Edward rolled his eyes.

Carlisle suppressed a heavy sigh. “You have to let your sister try, Edward.”

Edward’s mouth fell open. “You cannot seriously be siding with her on this!”

But Carlisle stood his ground. He and Edward stared at one another for a few seconds, engaged in a silent conversation. In the end, Carlisle tilted his chin and Edward slumped back. Victorious, Alice used both pointer fingers to jab Edward in the side several dozen times at vampire speed.

Rosalie flipped her golden locks over her shoulder. “I don’t know how you all struggle so much. I have no issues with becoming well-liked at school while remaining inconspicuous.”

“Oh yeah, you’re so inconspicuous,” Edward grumbled, now extra-petty that he had been called out two times in one meeting. “You dress like you're on your way to brunch at your second husband’s country club in Beverly Hills and you make out with your foster brother. The perfect picture of discretion in Forks High School.”

“At least I don’t dress like a sad, old man.” Rosalie grimaced, disappointed in her comeback. The light, humorous insults that were required in family situations were Emmett’s forte; Rosalie’s insults were meant to emotionally cripple a person.

Edward sat up in his seat on the couch and turned to face Rosalie. “I think you missed the main takeaway in that you make out with your foster brother.” Edward turned back. “I can read your minds, and I still don’t understand what made either of you think it was okay to bring your relationship to school?!”

Emmett smiled, unperturbed. “It’s hot.”

“It’s disturbing,” Edward disagreed.

Esme frowned, “You kids don’t really do that, do you?”

“Would it help if Jasper and I became an official couple too?” Alice suggested. Jasper perked up at the idea of being able to hold hands with Alice in public again.

“No!” Edward yelled at the same time Emmett and Rosalie muttered their acquiesce.

“It wouldn’t seem as weird if there were two couples,” Emmett agreed.

Edward dug his fingers through his hair. “Oh my god!”

“...maybe not, kids,” Esme intervened, but was ultimately ignored.

“So should we come out today like it happened over the summer, or make a little show out of it?” Alice asked Rosalie.

Rosalie waved a hand in the air. “Oh, it’s way more fun if you play up the theatrics.”

“A little more realistic, too,” Emmett agreed.

Alice looked to Jasper for his opinion. “It might be better if we were discreet about it,” she said. “Like we knew it was wrong, but we wouldn’t let anything stand in the way of our love.”

Jasper scooted forward to the edge of his seat. “Or we could let it be quiet and drawn out. Let others see our mutual pining, and root for us to be together.”

Gazing deep into the golden eyes of her soulmate, Alice sighed, “I love that.”

“If people wanted us to get together, it would normalize Emmett and Rosalie’s relationship.”

“Or Rosalie and Emmett could stop,” Edward suggested, bitterly. “That would be normal, too.”

“Oh, Edward,” Alice patted his shoulder, “You’ll find love someday, too.”

“That is not at all what bothers me about the situation.”

Carlisle made the decision for everyone. “Rosalie and Emmett, break up at school. Alice and Jasper, remain friends and siblings.”

Disappointment filtered into the room through Jasper.

“I heard that,” Edward grumbled at someone’s thoughts.

“You were supposed to,” Rosalie shot back.

“We are also initiating a new rule,” Esme brought the room back to the conversation at hand, “No more correcting your teachers.”

A chorus of complaints rang from the couch.

Esme clicked her tongue, “I’m tired of defending you all from entirely preventable issues. I have emails from curious teachers wondering why my foster daughter is taking French 101, when she already appears to be fluent.” Esme looked at Rosalie, who immediately tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “Or why my son, at the tender age of sixteen, could not only deadlift three hundred pounds in his first weightlifting class, but also give his coach tips on improving his posture.”

Emmett glanced over at Edward before he realized Esme was, in fact, addressing him. “What!?”

Jasper snorted. The sound was a mistake, for it brought Esme’s wrath onto him. “And not to mention the emails from not one, not two, but three teachers warning me that my foster son has an intimate understanding of the mechanics of a point fifty-eight caliber rifle-musket.” Esme held out her hands, almost pleadingly, “How does that subject keep coming up, Jasper?”

A noncommittal grunt was the only answer Jasper had for that question.

“No more,” she commanded. “You can get good grades but keep your extra knowledge on any subject to yourself. Whatever your teacher teaches is all you know. Understand?”

“But what if we—” Edward started.

“Understand?” Esme repeated.

The five teenage vampires understood, even if they didn’t want to.

“I believe that all five of you will graduate from Forks High School!” Esme cheered.

The kids stared back, unable to muster the zeal Esme had over the prospect.

“Meeting adjourned!” Carlisle announced, and faster than fast vampire speed, the kids bolted from their seats.

Esme was able to get in a few more reminders as her children flitted around the house and filed out to the silver Volvo. “Remember to buy lunch with cash and not your credit cards. Emmett, please do not joke about being mauled by a bear. Do not address your teachers by their first names—I don’t care if you’re older than they are, Edward. Alice, please wear something a bit more causal, pet.”

When the house was finally empty, Carlisle pulled Esme backwards into his chest and began massaging her temples. The gesture wasn’t needed, but any touch from her husband was always welcome.

“Do you think they’ll listen?” she asked her husband.

“Not a chance.”

#this bad boy had been swimming around in my head for awhile #please enjoy #my other fics havent been cullen centric enough for me lately #so i had to do something #twilight fic #twilight fan fiction #and thank you to the editing queen edwardsmate4ever for beta'ing for me #youre a queen

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elysiadjarin · 3 years

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Kill the Lights

Part 2: https://elysiadjarin.tumblr.com/post/647758084188602368/kill-the-lights

Warnings: implied discussion of threesome? I mean, it’s a symbiotic relationship, literally. Poly at the most, but we all know that’s what we’re here for.

3: Furthering Feelings

Eddie started as he heard a knock on the door. A little puzzled, he went to open it. His eyes widened as he saw her standing on the doorstep, a shy smile on her face.

“Hi there,” she greeted. “I hope it isn’t a bad time...”

“Oh, no, no, come on in,” he managed, swinging the door open and shuffling aside.

She stepped in, and he could practically feel Venom drooling in the back of his mind. He could smell the soft, sweet smell of her natural scent and her perfume, and it washed over him like it always did.

She turned back to him, holding a paper bag. “I wanted to come visit you both, but I also wanted to bring you this...” She handed him the bag. “I tried out a new recipe and remembered that Venom loves chocolate, so I figured he could give me an opinion on it?”

He peeked into the bag. “Wait, you made these?” He looked up at her.

She flushed. “Well, yeah,” she laughed. “I am a chef. I like to experiment once in a while.”

Give me.

Eddie hastily pulled it out, opening the neatly wrapped box. “Sorry, he’s- Uh- impatient.”

She tilted her head, smiling. “I’ll take that as a good sign.”

Venom’s head appeared over Eddie’s shoulder, and he opened his mouth to let his tongue flick out and grab a piece of the chocolate. Eddie grabbed one for himself. His eyes closed as he groaned, the taste of the sweet chocolate bursting on his tongue.

“This is... this is amazing,” he said, looking at her.

Her eyes lit up. “Really?” She clapped her hands.

It’s good. Venom gobbled another piece.

She laughed delightedly. “Success!” she cheered. “I’m so relieved you like it, both of you. I was worried the flavors were too strong.”

Venom extended his head toward her, getting close.

“Whoa- whoa Venom-“ Eddie reached out.

But as always, Rosemary didn’t even flinch, instead smiling brightly. “Hi Venom.” She reached out and gently placed the tips of her fingers on his cheek.

He growled, pushing his head further into her hand.

She laughed. “I’m so relieved you like it.”

Like you.

“I like you too, Venom.” She smiled at him.

Venom turned his head to Eddie. Eddie, tell her.

“Whoa, no, we talked about this,” Eddie hissed back, eyes flicking between Rosemary’s face and Venom’s.

“Tell me what?” Her head tilted.

Fine then. I will.

Before he could protest, Venom took over.

I stared up at Venom, his face a good few feet above me. Venom didn’t frighten me. He’d never hurt me, never seemed to want to. And something about him always made me wonder what it would feel like to just... sink into his organic matter. I swallowed back my feelings.

“Did you want to tell me something, Venom?” I asked, a little confused.

Venom stepped forward, his tongue flicking and head tilted. His large, milky eyes stared at me. Eddie’s a coward. He doesn’t want us to tell you.

“Tell me what?”

He took another step forward, but I didn’t flinch. We like you.

I blinked. “Um... thank you-? I like you too?” I responded. Though I’d always wished he meant a different way, I’d found out that Venom was always blunt about his likes and dislikes.

No. Venom closed the distance, reaching out.

My heart leaped into my mouth as his giant hands gently encased my waist. But I didn’t move, just letting the large alien do whatever he wanted.

His face loomed closer, until his forehead rested against mine. My hands found their way onto his forearms. His body seemed to almost suck me in, tendrils curling around my fingers. My breath hitched at the feeling.

Want you. If possible, his voice had deepened into a growl that echoed through my body. Love you. We want you to be ours.

I gasped. Head jerking up, I looked up at him, hope warring with fear. Did he... mean it?

“You... you like me?” I whispered.

Yes. Me and Eddie. Want you.

I closed my eyes and let the hope bloom. “Me? But I’m just... I’m just...”

Ours.

My fingers clenched. Venom’s organic matter started to curl around my waist, snake up my back, pulling me closer. My eyes fluttered closed as his mouth covered mine, moving across my lips. It felt strangely both warm yet cool, sending sparks skittering down my spine. His tongue flickered at the seam of my lips.

My lips parted almost automatically, and I muffled a gasp as his tongue slipped between my lips. My mind fuzzed, giddy. Everything about Venom felt so... safe. The way he was so much bigger than me yet molded around me, embraced me so fully. Even the kiss felt so different, so much more... intense.

I tugged away for air, chest heaving as I caught my breath. “Venom,” I breathed.

You like us? His eyes searched mine.

I managed to laugh a little. “Yes. Yes, Venom, I do. I like both you and Eddie,” I said shyly, smiling up at him.

Venom melted back enough to reveal Eddie’s head and torso, though his black matter still anchored us together by the legs and waist. Eddie stared at me.

“You do?” He sounded bewildered.

I tentatively reached up and touched his cheek. “I know it’s a little weird of me, but... I do. I’ve liked you for a while, Eddie. And Venom, too.”

“Then, you’ll... be our girlfriend?” he seemed to blurt. “Venom- I- we- have been c-crushing on you since the day we met. He won’t stop telling me to kiss you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, imagining it. “I would really like to be your girlfriend, Eddie, Venom,” I addressed both of them, smiling. “If you’re okay with me...”

Eddie bent. His mouth slid against mine, burning hot compared to Venom. Still, he felt just as safe, just as solid. His kiss was different, less possessive, more... hesitant. But as I shyly responded, the hesitancy seemed to slowly melt away.

It felt like a dream.

His mind fuzzed as he pulled away reluctantly. Her breath tasted so good.

“You’re beautiful,” he blurted, staring down at her. “I... I can’t believe you’d date us.”

He’d long since accepted that Anne had moved on. He liked Dan well enough, and the man made Anne happy. His feelings for her had faded into memory.

But Rosemary... Rosemary was different.

She shook her head, cheeks flushed. “I’m not anyone special. I... I didn’t think you or Venom would ever think of me that way.”

“Why not?” he asked, genuinely baffled. “You’re- you’re gorgeous. And you’re smart, and your cooking is incredible. You accepted both of us, chose to be our friend. I mean, I’m just a journalist with a-“

A what? Venom growled.

He corrected. “A symbiote. A weird one. Two losers.”

Rosemary reached up and kissed his cheek. “Then we’ll be three losers together,” she said. “Besides, you helped save me that night. And both of you have protected me ever since then. You’ve helped me feel safe again.”

Eddie swallowed thickly. “We’re lucky.”

Rosemary blushed. “And I’m lucky too,” she murmured.

Eddie lost himself in her kiss.

I pulled away from Eddie, then smiled up at him. “I love both of you, but that chocolate needs to go in the fridge before it melts.” I gently patted his chest, then skimmed my fingers across Venom.

No. I’ll eat it.

I shrugged. “Sure, Ven. But I thought I’d... well, if you don’t mind, I figured I’d stay and make dinner-?”

Eddie buried his face in my shoulder. “Please stay,” he mumbled.

I reached up and buried my fingers in his hair. It didn’t feel half as rough as I thought it would, and I could feel him shudder a little.

“For dinner, or just stay?” I half-laughed.

His hands tightened. “Yes.”

“Alright. I’ll stay.” I kissed his forehead. “But if you want dinner, you might have to let me go so I can actually make it.”

He groaned in protest.

“Okay, okay, deal.” I patted his hair. “Let me make dinner, and after that I’ll get on the couch.”

Deal. Venom decided to make the decision.

I laughed at Eddie’s disgruntled face, then went to the kitchen. Draping my scarf over the back of a chair, I set up my phone and hummed, going to the fridge. Finding some ingredients, I hummed to the music I put on and familiarized myself with his kitchen.

“You know, Anne told me to date you. Both of you.”

Eddie grunted and dropped something. “What?”

“She’s the one who encouraged me, actually,” I admitted, cracking eggs into a bowl. “She... guessed I had a crush on you both.”

“I- I guess that’s... good?”

I nodded absently. “I’m just a bit surprised she figured out that I was crushing hard on Ven,” I said thoughtfully, tapping the wooden spoon against my lip as I turned on the burner. I turned to him, holding the pan. “I mean, you’d think it’d be unusual. No offense, Ven, but I’m pretty sure I’m one of the very few people in the world that would crush equally on you both.”

Eddie quirked a smile. “He says he doesn’t care.”

“I figured.” I turned back to the stove.

“I worried about it. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you.” Eddie set something on the table. When I glanced back at him, he was staring at my scarf, fingers twisting nervously. “I mean, with Venom... it’s not like any relationship can just ignore him.”

“I guess I’m lucky, then.” I smiled. “I don’t have to choose, I can have both.”

“Venom, stop,” Eddie hissed behind me.

The eggs sizzled as I poured them into the pan, and I reached over to grab two plates. “Can you get the tots from the fridge, please, Eddie?”

He handed them over. “What are you making?” He peeked over my shoulder.

“Oh, you had the ingredients for omelette rice and bacon wrapped tots so I figured I’d just go with that.” I looked up at him. “Did you want something else?”

His eyes widened, but before he could say anything, Venom’s head darted out from his shoulder. I squirmed and giggled as his tongue licked across my cheek.

“Ven, that tickles! I take it you like that idea then-“

Yesssss. He hissed.

I kissed his head. “Sounds good, now let me actually not burn the eggs.”

Half an hour later I finished setting it all on the table. Eddie brought me a drink from the fridge, and we both sat down. Venom immediately launched off of Eddie’s shoulder to gobble down his plate of tots, while I smiled and took a bite of the omelette rice.

“This is so good,” Eddie said around a mouthful, tucking into the food as eagerly as Venom.

“I’m so glad.” I contentedly ate. After all, the greatest compliment a chef could receive was seeing people devour their food. I was no different.

Eddie loaded the dishwasher once we were done, and I went to go curl up on the couch. From what little Anne had said, Eddie had really taken an up in his life after settling into Venom’s presence and renewing friendship with her and Dan.

I sighed and grabbed a throw, pulling it over my legs and shivering slightly. Eddie came into the living room and shuffled over to the couch.

“Are you alright?”

I nodded. “I run cold,” I explained sheepishly.

He hesitated, glancing at me.

“Does Venom like... to cuddle?” I asked, curious.

He blinked. His eyes unfocused a little, listening to Venom. “No, it’s- it’s like hugging.”

I tilted my head. “I can show him.” I reached out my arms. “I’m a cuddler my friends always told me.”

Venom took over, and he hunched over me.

I laughed a little. “Okay, just... sit down, Ven.” I crawled into his lap, settling myself sideways and leaning into his chest. I pulled the blanket over our laps, then wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled into his chest, feeling his organic material begin to wrap around me in tendrils, making me sink into him a little.

This is... cuddling?

“Mmhm.” I nodded, then took his hand in my lap. His talons were long and pointed at the ends, and I laced them with mine. “I’m so tiny compared to you,” I laughed.

His fingers shrank a little, creating more of a glove around Eddie’s hand. Our fingers tangled together, and I hummed.

We like this. Venom’s head bent, his face barely brushing my hair.

I tilted my head up, leaning back against his huge arm. My nose bumped his face, and I smiled. His tongue flickered, his fangs bared. His breath washed over me, but I just closed my eyes and didn’t say anything as his tongue grazed my collar and flicked up my neck.

My noise of surprise was lost in his mouth as he abruptly kissed me, but I didn’t protest. Eddie’s fingers were clenching around mine, and I let my eyelashes flutter as Venom dragged his tongue across my lips.

I reached up with my other hand and cupped Venom’s cheek. His growl vibrated against my mouth and chest. I pulled away from the kiss, catching my breath.

“Ven, I do need to breathe, love,” I murmured.

He nuzzled me, a sort of purr rumbling through his chest. I melted at the sound, smiling.

“I’ve never heard you do that before,” I remarked, delighted.

He pulled back, head tilting a little.

“Don’t stop, I really liked it,” I pleaded.

His purr accompanied his eyes half-closing. I ran my fingers across his chest, feeling the odd texture. It felt more rubbery than slimy, but it had a sort of... pulse to it that made it so much more alive.

Ours. We will protect you.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

Venom’s head darted down. I gasped but didn’t flinch when I felt his fangs prick at my neck. My head rolled to the side out of pure instinct, and I could feel him clearly needling a mark onto my shoulder. He let go, his tongue swiping over it as he purred.

Biting my lip, I pushed back the little prickle of pain. I supposed it made sense with him being a possessive being that he’d want to... mark me?

With one last nuzzle, Venom retreated his head to let Eddie have control of the talking, though his body still remained.

“Are you okay, Rose?” Eddie asked, eyes concerned.

“I’m fine, Eddie,” I reassured, smiling. “It’s just Venom.”

He blinked at the mark on my neck. “He did a number on you.” Reaching up, he brushed his fingers across it gently. “Does it hurt?”

I shook my head. “It just stung a little but it doesn’t hurt anymore. Really, it doesn’t bother me, Eddie, I promise.” I leaned into him comfortably.

“Ok. Ok, that’s... that’s good. Sorry about him.”

“Don’t be.” I ran my hand over his arm soothingly. Curiously, I looked up at him. “You know, it doesn’t bother me if you talk about Anne.”

He looked startled. “Wha-?”

“I noticed earlier, you looked uncomfortable. I didn’t mean to make it awkward, she’s a good friend.”

He sighed, leaning his forehead against mine. “You’re so perfect,” he muttered.

“Not perfect,” I protested. “I just know that both of you have moved on. I’m glad you’re both friends. I’d be sad if I weren’t friends with Anne and Dan.”

He leaned forward to gently brush a kiss to my lips. “I promise I only think about you. I’ve... thought about no one else for months.”

I could feel the blush rising. “I can’t say I’m not happy.”

Eddie stared down at her, just... drinking her in. How did he get so lucky? She liked both him and Venom equally, made them food, comforted them, even didn’t mind their being friends with Anne. And with Venom’s teeth marks on her shoulder...

Venom felt all too pleased about that in the back of his mind.

His breath shuddered a little at the feeling of her delicate fingers laced in his, her other hand pressed against their chest. She just felt so warm and fit perfectly in their arms. She hadn’t been wrong when she said she was tiny in comparison.

“I love you,” he blurted.

She blushed, but her smile lit up her eyes. “Love you too, Eddie. And Ven.”

Love her.

“He says he loves you too.” He pulled her a little closer.

She snuggled into him with a contented hum.

“Rose, does it...” He sighed, unable to push the thought from his mind. “Does my job bother you?”

She looked up at him with a confused blink. “Which one?”

It was his turn to be confused.

“Vigilante or Reporter.”

He had to snort a little, shaking his head. “Both, I guess.”

“No.” Her head tilted. “Should it?”

He glanced away guiltily. “I mean, I do tend to get wrapped up in work and obsess over things sometimes. I am a journalist.”

She laughed. “Sometimes I work a lot more too just because I enjoy it, Eddie. Besides, if you start to make me too lonely, Venom will bring you back to me. Right, Ven?”

She’s right.

He sighed. “He agrees.”

She smiled triumphantly. “Told you. But really, I’m proud of you for sticking up for what’s right. It’s how you met Venom. And how both of you saved me. It’s important to you.”

He wondered if she could get any more perfect.

She sighed wistfully, then. “Being selfish is one of my weaknesses,” she admitted. “I always want to just... I always think of my friends as being just my friends and no one else’s. I start to get possessive of their time with me, even though I know they have a life besides me.”

She wrinkled her nose. “And I wish I weren’t so worried about my job. I always get so stressed worrying that things need to be absolutely perfect.”

“But that’s just the way you are.” Eddie furrowed his eyebrows. “Pretty natural.”

She smiled. “Well, it’s something to work on.”

He and Venom agreed that they’d follow her on the journey. As long as they could be beside her.

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