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strawberryspence · 11 months

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i will never let you fall, i'll stand up with you forever

if this makes anyone cry, please don't blame me. someone 👀 gave me this idea... ( @thefreakandthehair / @henderdads )

Eddie loves visiting the beach.

He has gone to two in his life. However, he always longed to go visit more, to pick one too many seashells and collect them all, to play in the water and bask in the warmth it brings. He has been to lakes, lots of them. However, growing up in Indiana doesn’t really entail a lot of beach days.

The sun passes through his skin, warmth and gold against him. There’s a lovely breeze sifting through his hair, intertwining him to the wind. The sand is soft on his toes, the feeling barely even there.

Arwen laughs as the sand washes on her toes, like Mother Nature herself tickling her with her kindness. Eddie watches her carefully, as she giggles and splashes at the water. A turtle comes up to the shore, making her yelp in excitement. It’s crazy how much she’s grown in the last few years, it’s like watching album pages being flipped in haste.

There’s soft snoring beside him, making Eddie turn. Steve’s eyes are closed, his chest humming with every snore. His hair sweeps against the wind, his freckles illuminated by the sun. He’s gotten old, wrinkles and glasses permanent in his face. Eddie doesn’t really care. He’s always been Eddie’s golden boy, he always will be.

He’s clutching a book about parenting, but Eddie doesn’t think he needs it. Arwen’s growing up perfectly and Steve’s doing great.

From a far, Eddie can see Nancy and Robin laughing at the fruit stand. So much time has passed now that they’re holding hands in public and no one bats an eye. They deserve it, he thinks. The happiness and pride radiating from them.

He turns his attention back to Arwen, his heart dropping when he sees her in the ocean, wading through the waves. She’s barely seven, the water stops just above her chest even if she’s still close the shore.

“Steve! Wake up!” Eddie tries to shake him awake, but Steve stays asleep, batting his hands away.

Eddie turns to Robin and Nancy, but they’re too far. He sighs, taking off his shoes, not that it matters. He rushes to the ocean and calling out to her, “Arwen! Come back!”

Arwen turns to him, familiarity shining through her eyes, something that still makes his heart stutter, “Eddie! Come swim!”

Eddie holds out his hand, “I know, honey! But you have to go back to the shore!”

She pouts, “But the turtle!”

“Ask Stevie for one, but we have to go!” Eddie pushes, as he feels the water pulsating around him. He looks around the water, surprised to see that people have run away. There’s something wrong.

“There’s a kid!” Someone shouts from the crowd, “A wave is coming!”

“Eddie! What’s wrong?!” Arwen shrieks when the water sways against them, fear evident in her eyes.

“There’s a wave coming. Hold my hand, honey. Come on. It’s going to be okay.” Arwen nods at him, wadding closer to him and trying to clutch his hands.

“I can’t!” She panics, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“It’s okay, honey. I got you!” Eddie catches her in his arms, concentrating all his power in protecting her. The wave surges forward.

“ARWEN!” Steve shouts from the shoreline and before Eddie can even look back, the wave sweeps them away into it’s hands.

Eddie’s not really sure how he does it, how he holds unto Arwen and brings her back to the shore. It’s the same adrenaline he felt when he had to dive through Lover’s Lake, following three people he barely know.

Steve runs through the crowd, Nancy and Robin right next to him.

“Come on, honey. You’re okay. You’re okay!” Eddie says, his hair dripping with water. He presses on Arwen’s chest. She coughs water out, bleary eyes opening and looking around.

“Oh thank God.” Eddie sighs, as Steve takes his daughter in his arms.

Steve’s shaking hard, and Eddie fights the urge to reach out, “Oh my god, you scared us.”

“I am okay, dad. I am okay.” Arwen reassures, clinging unto her father’s neck.

Robin wraps a towel on her as the people finally disperse as the commotion dies down, Nancy running a comforting hand against her back.

“Don’t ever do that to us again!” Steve wails pulling her away and brushing his hand through her wet hair, “Does anything hurt? Do you want me to call the doctor?”

Arwen shakes her head, smiling widely at her father, like she hasn't almost drowned minutes ago, "It’s okay! Eddie was with me!”

Steve freezes as Robin audibly gasps, her hand immediately clutching Steve’s shoulders.

Nancy’s mouth opening wide in shock, asking, “Who?”

Arwen, unaware of the tension she has caused, squeals, “Eddie! You know Eddie! My friend! He's always on the beach! He held on to me and brought me back.”

"Is that the reason you keep on wanting to go to beaches?" Robin asks, her own voice quivering.

"Yes! He's only on the beaches! He never goes away!"

“Peanut,” Nancy says softly, “What does Eddie look like?”

“Well,” Arwen looks at him, but he’s not far enough for it be apparent that she’s looking at someone not there, “He’s always wearing a shirt with a skull, like the one Uncle Dustin wears. He has long curly hair and he has pretty eyes.”

Eddie watches as the look on Steve’s face crumbles. It’s like watching his heart break into pieces right in front of his eyes. There has been so many handful moments that Eddie has seen Steve look like this because of him.

From the time Eddie pushed Steve out of the way, from when they were trying to revive him after their fifth and last go with the Upside Down, to the time they were burying him, to the time Steve went to what should’ve been their first date.

“Is he here? Is Eddie here?” Steve asks, sounding so broken and so young. Like it hasn't been twenty years since Eddie Munson died.

Arwen blinks at him, ready to say yes before Eddie jumps, pursing his lips, his dimples dipping, “Honey, don’t say I am here. Tell them I am not here. Please.”

Arwen’s brows furrow in confusion, but she shakes her head, “Eddie’s not here.”

Steve opens his mouth, but no words come out. “Are you sure?” Robin asks for him instead.

“He’s not here.” Arwen purses her lips, her dimples dipping and damn, that’s her lying tell.

Steve sees this almost immediately, recognition flooding in his features. He moves forward to kiss her forehead, “Okay, bean. I believe you. Can you do me a favor?” Arwen nods.

“The next time Eddie comes and shows up, can you tell him something?”

Arwen lets her eyes stray back to Eddie before looking back to her dad, “Sure, dad.”

“Tell him Stevie says thank you for saving his bean.” Steve chokes, but he pokes her stomach to make her giggle, “Tell him that I miss him everyday and I am glad that he’s around. Our metal guardian angel.”

Eddie holds up a hand on his mouth, turning away so Arwen won’t see his tears. He wipes it off, trying to get a hold of himself.

“Eddie says that!” Arwen exclaims in recognition, “He said he was my guardian angel, but he’s my friend.”

“That’s right, bean.” Steve approves, “That’s right.”

“Come on,” Robin pushes, knowing what her best friend needs right now, “I got you some pineapple juice!”

Arwen giggles as Robin and Nancy carry her off, swinging her between their arms. Steve stands still, his arms wrapping around himself as he watches the ocean and sun dance together.

“Eddie.” Steve blurts into the wind, making Eddie turn to him, “I know you’re here.”

Eddie laughs, his vision blurry with his own tears, “I am always here, sweetheart.”

He walks closer to him, watching the tears stream down Steve’s eyes. Eddie tries to wipe them away, his hands going through him.

“I did great, didn’t I?” Steve asks, making Eddie nod, “I am glad you’re here to watch her grow.”

Steve lets his eyes roam around the shore. For a moment— just a split moment— his eyes makes contact with Eddie’s. It fleets away soon after.

“I want to be around for Arwen as much as I can, but when I am ready, when it’s time…” Steve trails, letting his eyes flutter shut almost as if he can feel Eddie’s touch, “Please be there.”

Eddie smiles, “I’ll be there, Stevie.”

Arwen calls out, “Dad! Look at this seashell Auntie Robin got me! It has eyes!”

Steve wipes his tears, smiling at his daughter, “Give me a second, bean!”

“See you later, Eddie.” Steve whispers into the wind, before he starts walking back to his daughter.

Eddie watches from a far, watching as Steve throws Arwen into the air causing another burst of giggles. Nancy and Robin chuckling as they watch the father-daughter duo.

“See you later, Stevie.”

Arwen waves at Eddie, watching her friend slowly dissipate with the wind, like he's going home to the skies and ocean. The ocean is blue and bright, the sky beaming as it meets the ocean halfway.

She smiles. It's okay.

Eddie's never really gone. Not as long as Arwen visits beaches.

Luckily, Arwen loves visiting the beach.

#AHA #heavily inspired by your guardian angel by red jumpsuit apparatus #lex gave me this idea in their words 'i fear i poked the hornets nest'#this is the hornets nest #have fun #wooooo 👻#GHOST EDDIE #tw mcd #tw ghosts #tw slight drowning #steddie #dae writes #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie headcanons #steddie fanfics #daeheadcanons

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redbrickisaac · 7 years

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Your Guardian Angel

Prompt: an imagine where Isaac gets to listen to some boys who plan to get you drunk and have "fun" with you and he is hyper protective and defensive towards you but he doesn’t want to tell you so you see him act weird. ( A/n: Honestly, I doubt I made him act weird enough.)

Musical Inspiration: “Your Guardian Angel” - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Warnings: Serious content trigger warning. OMC is planning rape, not just rape but gang rape. It doesn’t actually happen but the intent is there. Be safe.

Word Count: approx. 1.2k

Isaac watches from a distance as one of the older guys on the lacrosse team, Connor, flirts with you shamelessly in the hallway. He strains his ears to listen in only to hear Connor asking you out. His heart drops to his stomach when you say yes.

It’s got nothing to do with his crush on you, this awful feeling churning in his stomach. It’s got nothing to do with the jealousy flaring in his veins. It has everything to do with Connor’s reputation. You may not hear the gossip in the hallways, but being on the same lacrosse team as Connor, Isaac can’t avoid it. And he knows for a fact that Connor is not a good guy.

Soon, Connor’s friends catch up to him and with one last flirtatious touch to your arm, he goes with them. Isaac turns his stare into his locker when they head his way.

“You finally bagged the last virgin in the junior class,” Isaac hears one of them say to Connor. “You’re a legend, man.”

Isaac glances over just in time to see Connor fist bump the guy. “Don’t worry, my friend, I wouldn’t leave my brothers out of this victory,” he says with a smirk. “The first part of the evening I’ll wine and dine and afterward, I say we make it a group date. After dinner, we’ll go to the park for a romantic walk in the moonlight, meet up with you guys there, and then the fun can really begin.”

The group of assholes laughs along with Connor as they all pass Isaac, unaware that he’s heard everything.

It takes everything in Isaac’s power not to wolf out and go after them. He takes deep breaths to calm himself, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to forget the rest of the world for just a few seconds. It doesn’t really work, he still feels like he’s going to break out of his skin as he slams his locker shut with way too much force, denting the door a little. And then he does the only thing he can do. He goes to class.

~*~

Isaac slumps down in the desk next to yours. He’s breathing heavily and you wonder for a second if he’s been running but he doesn’t really look it. He’s not sweaty and you know his secret, so even if he had been running, he wouldn’t be out of breath afterward.

“Hey,” you say, looking at him with concern, “you okay?”

“Not really,” he answers, eyes glued forward.

“Anything I can do?” You offer, touching his arm lightly.

He turns to you slowly, eyes trailing over every inch of your face, as though he’s analyzing the sincerity in your words.

“Yeah, actually,” he says, lips turn down into a concentrated frown. “Could we hang out tonight? I think I just… need someone to talk to.”

Well, fuck. “Oh, Isaac,” you sigh sadly. “You know I would but, I sort of already have plans.”

You see the split second his eyes harden before he turns away from you and you feel terrible about it. It’s hard for Isaac to open up to people, to trust them. And here you are, turning him down when he reaches out. “I have a few hours after school, if you want,” you offer hopefully.

He turns to you again, big blue eyes taking you in. “Yeah okay,” he agrees, but for some reason he still looks defeated.

At some point during class, you realize that Isaac glares at anyone who gets near you. He even growls lightly at your teacher, Mr. Emory, when he walks a too close to your desk. It’d almost be sort of cute, if you had any idea why he was acting this way. Right now, it’s just confusing. You urge time to go by faster so that you figure out what’s up with your friend.

~*~

Isaac waits at your locker after school. He’s leaning on it, his head tilted back to rest against it, eyes shut like he’s so done with this day. He looks tense and tired and so, so beautiful.

You shake the last thought from your head as you approach him. You gave up the idea that Isaac could ever see you as more than a friend a while ago.

“Kinda need to get in there,” you announce you arrival.

Isaac blinks his eyes open slowly, but doesn’t move to let you at your locker. “Don’t go tonight.”

“Um,” you lightly push him out of your way. “I told you I made plans, I’m not going to-”

“End up on Connor’s ‘score’ card?” He breaks in suddenly, angry. “Yes. You are.”

“Oh my god,” you rub your hands down your face in exasperation. This is not how you pictured this afternoon going. How did Isaac even find out- no, you know what? It doesn’t matter. “I’m not going to sleep with him.”

“You think he’s going to ask politely, (Y/n)?” Isaac’s volume rises the angrier he gets.

Sighing in frustration, you grab Isaac by the wrist and drag him to the supply closet, at least until the hallways empty out a bit more.

“Isaac,” you start, twirling to face Isaac as the door slams behind him.

“He’s going to hurt you, (Y/n),” Isaac says plaintively before you can get anything else out. “And I can’t let that happen.”

Everything about your angry posture softens at the way Isaac says that. He’s not being a jealous dick. He’s just trying to look out for you.

You step closer, reach out and hand and tug on the cuff of Isaac’s shirt sleeve. “How do you know?” You ask, giving him a chance to explain things. If Isaac is this adamant about it, you’re not going to dismiss him for some boy you don’t even know.

“I heard him,” Isaac tells you. “He was planning something with a few of the other guys from lacrosse.”

You look to the floor, feeling like an idiot. Of course, the cute boy that asks you out doesn’t actually want to date you. You can’t deny that you’ve heard a few rumors about Connor, that he likes to fuck and chuck but you were willing to give the guy a chance. Rumors aren’t always true. Like the ones about Isaac that were floating around before you became friends.

“Hey,” Isaac breaks you from your thoughts, lifting your chin delicately. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

You chuckle weakly. You wish someone would. Still, it’s sweet that Isaac wants to make you feel better.

“Come to McCall’s house with me,” Isaac urges, suddenly. “Forget Connor. We’ll commandeer the couch and the tv and just forget the world for a while.”

“That sounds really nice,” You answer. And it does, forgetting your embarrassment and loneliness for a while sounds really good.

So you forget Connor and spend your night with Isaac. It’s pretty perfect.

Connor doesn’t seem too happy on Monday, seething when he sees you walk in with your friends. He tries to approach you, but Isaac gets to him first. You can’t hear what he says, but you can definitely make out the underlining growl to it.

You smile to yourself. At the very least, you have a pretty amazing best friend.

And maybe you won’t give up on other, more romantic aspirations after all.

#Irlus #with everything you did when my dad was first put in the hospital it feels so fitting that the next prompt was yours #:)#Isaac lahey #Isaac imagine #Isaac lahey imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #tw talk of rape #be safe #omc #growling isaac #actually listening when people tell you something is wrong instead of ignoring them because you think they're jealous #I hate when that happens in movies #communication #standing up a date #but they were going to be a horrible date so there's that #requested

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