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swiss-mrs · 3 months

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Special Places

Eddie Munson x Neurodivergent!Reader

(Word Count: 7.6k)

Rating: PG-13, Pure Fluff, Reader and Eddie are 20- something though.

Synopsis: Hellfire Club is forced to relocate as half the members are no longer Hawkins High students. After a quick meeting with the owner, Gary, Jeff pulls through and finds a new location for the crew, the basement of Black Key Records. The location was perfect. It was quiet, private, and magical, plus the owner and staff are pretty cool. In fact, one of the workers there has really caught Eddie's eye.

Reader Description: Quirky, Tomboyish, Black/Mixed She-They with Locs/Braids/Twists and Diverse Music Taste. Reader is Neurodivergent. Body Type/Size is Not Described. No Use of Y/N.

Warnings: Mentions/Depictions of Sensory Issues, Mention of Bullying, Undiagnosed/Misunderstood Mental Complexities, Adult Language, Reader is Referred to By a Nickname.

spotify playlist added in fic

“Can you guys just trust me?” Jeff says, turning around to face the crew following him, walking backwards.

“No.” Gareth chimes in, “We had a perfectly good setup where we were.” He says defiantly.

“We were kicked out, dummy. It's irrelevant now.” Erica retorts, words dripping with sass, rolling her eyes.

“Just give it one game, and if you guys don't like it, we can keep looking, but I really think this place will be good for us… and it's free.” Jeff turns back around and leads the group to the glass paneled, metal framed door.

The members start bickering back and forth as Jeff opens the door, ringing a bell as it swings inward. As the crew files in, Eddie takes a second to look up at the tall, brick building, wedged between other businesses. Once inside, he’s met with rows upon rows of records and miscellaneous music merchandise. The ceilings are high, and there was what looked like a loft at the back of the building, curtains covering the window that faced the store floor. He tried to take in the sights, but the constant annoyance that was his sheeps’ bickering wouldn't allow him a single thought.

“Shut Up!” Eddie silences the crew, holding up a hand. All the boys quiet down and turn to him, Erica rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. Eddie's gaze meets Jeff. He holds up a finger with a raised brow, “One game.” Jeff nods in response.

“Welcome back!” A voice calls out from behind Jeff. The dark skinned boy turns to face the voice, moving out of the way for everyone to get a view of the person walking up to them. Their face holds a bright smile, their eyes connecting with Jeff before roaming to get a good look at the rest of the matching shirt group. “Is this everyone?” Jeff nods in response.

“Hey, Sunny. Yeah, this is us. Everyone, meet Sunshine. Sunshine, everyone.” Jeff gestures back and forth during the brief introduction. As Jeff begins to go down the list, pointing at everyone and saying their individual names, Eddie is staring at the stranger, now acquaintance, you.

You had the most uniquely beautiful face Eddie had ever laid eyes on, a beautiful skin complexion to match. Your hair was amazing, twisted upon itself in chunky, individual strands. You wore a dark blue, button down shirt with a red patch where a breast pocket would be and yellow loose fitting pants. Atop your twisted locks sat a dark pair of dark sunglasses. You radiated “cool” energy, Eddie’s type of cool.

“And this is our Dungeon Master, Eddie.” Jeff said finally, snapping Eddie out of his trance.

“Dungeon Master, huh?” You raised your brows with a teasing smirk, a playful look in your eyes.

Eddie's lips slowly broke out into a knowing grin, lifting one brow. “One and only.” He shrugs, getting an amused smile in return.

“Alright, well,” your eyes scan to each one in the group. "If you follow me,” you begin walking backwards, “I'll show you guys where to set up.” your eyes land back on Eddie, lingering before you turn to walk properly.

“Lead the way.” Eddie says, passing Jeff, following you closely through the isles. The group slowly trailed behind.

“This spot better be good. I don't think our dear leader is going to let us look anywhere else.” Gareth mumbles under his breath to Jeff, watching Eddie's back. Eddie whips his head around, shooting a glare at Gareth, startling the boy. Eddie's eyes dared Gareth to make another comment. As soon as they make eye contact, Gareth looks away, trying to avoid the piercing stare. As soon as Eddie turns his head back around and rounds a corner after their guide, the group, minus Gareth, snicker quietly at the predicament he's found himself in.

They all make their way around a corner and into a corridor at the back of the store. They turn left and are met with two doors. The door on the right wall leads to stairs heading up, the other one at the end of the hall leads to a stairway heading down.

Their guide opens the door ahead of them and flips a light switch, heading down the steps. You speak up once everyone gets to the bottom of the stairs. “Welcome to the Basement, Hellfire!” You stretch out your arms, turn a full circle and land to face them. “Or Dungeon, I guess.” You shrug, doing your arms to your sides with a smack. “I've already moved some stuff around to try and create a good gaming vibe,” You gesture to the table and chairs you preemptively set up in the middle of the room, “but you are more than welcome to rearrange the table and whatever to how you like. There are some drinks in the mini fridge over there. That door is a bathroom, but there's extra stalls up the stairs on the other side of the hall if needed. Store closes at 8, but no pressure or rush. I usually stay until about 9 making sure the shop is ready for the next day, but if you don't see me on the floor when you're done, just bang on the door at the top of the stairs on the left and I'll see you guys out.” You hold up two thumbs once you’re done, silently asking if they got everything. You were met with a few nods, ‘okay’s, and ‘thanks’.

“I think we got it. Thanks, again, for loaning us the space, Sunny.” Jeff speaks up.

“No problem, dude.” You begin walking towards the stairs to head back up. “Let me know if you guys need anything!” You then run up the stairs, closing the door behind you.

“Well, I must admit, it's not a bad space. Good find, man.” Gareth pats Jeff on the back before he and the rest of the group start setting up, excited for a fun evening. Eddie stands closer to the bottom of the stairs, watching his little sheep set up everything. His mind strays to the cute worker upstairs, but he's soon jolted out of his thoughts by Gareth, “Ready to roll, Ed!”

》》》

“I can't believe I died! Where were you?! What a great help you were.” Dustin yelled sarcastically at Mike, obviously upset.

“I'm sorry, man! I couldn't just leave Lord Ragnor behind!” The two of them bicker back and forth as they are the first ones out the basement. The group, loud and energized from the end of their session. The store lights have dimmed and the darkness of the night can be seen through the now gated store windows. The flickering street lamp out in the parking lot shone on a singular van.

“Anybody spot, sunshine?!” Jeff yells over the group. They all turn their heads, scanning the isles of records, before looking back to Jeff and shaking their heads no.

“I'll go knock.” Eddie volunteers, turning and running back to the hall they all just left. He uses the empty door frame to help him turn the corner. The group went back to bickering, going back to all their prior arguments. He knocks on the door three times. After not getting a response for a good 30 seconds, he tries again, knocking three more times. He looks through the small window at the top of the door but is only met with the image of a set of stairs. Another 30 seconds goes by and still nothing. Eddie tries the handle and finds it unlocked. He slowly opens the door. As soon as he's halfway through the door, he could hear the sound of music being played through a stereo. He clears his voice, “Hello? Uh, Sunshine?”

As soon as he spoke up, he could hear someone scrambling around at the top of the stairs. “Coming!” A voice responds. Eddie sees you stumble around the corner as if you almost tripped, before running down the stairs. “Sorry! Sorry.” You scramble, meeting Eddie at the bottom of the stairs. You take the door from Eddie, opening it wider. He moves over a little to make room for you to walk through.

“All good, I wasn't waiting long.” He lies, “Didn't mean to spook you.” He follows you out the hallway and to the main floor.

“No, no. You're fine! Sorry, I was a bit preoccupied in my own little world. I didn't hear you knock.” You apologize, glancing back at Eddie as you walked and talked. Before he could say anything else, you turn back to the crew who were waiting by the door. “Sorry to keep you all waiting! How was your game?” You address the group. The club parts like the red sea, freeing a path to the front door for their host and Eddie.

“It was okay until someone killed me!” Dustin yelled, aiming his words at Mike.

“It was good, very interesting, as always.” Eddie answers, a bit more calm than his angry counterpart.

“Well, that's good to hear.” You say over your shoulder to Eddie as you unlock the door. Once unlocked, you turn to look at Dustin, “Sorry to hear you parished.” You say with sad eyes and a dramatic pout, leaning against the door to prop it open. Eddie grins at the action.

Dustin is first to head out the door, “It's fine.” He grumbles. Each member follows him out in a line, thanking you. Before Eddie walks out, he stops and stands right in front of your leaning figure, “Thank you for hosting us, Lady Sunshine.” He says dramatically, bowing.

“Twas a pleasure, Master of Dungeons.” You reply, matching his energy. Eddie breaks out in a grin sharing your bright smile.

“Til we meet again, m'lady.”

“Same time next week?” You smile up at him, breaking character. Eddie nods, still holding his grin, walking out the door backwards, keeping eye contact with you until you close the door. He watches you lock the door as he walks backwards to his van, standing idly next to the driver’s door once he reaches it. You wave at him before disappearing to the back again, flicking the lights on the main floor completely off.

“Earth to Eddie!” Dustin yells, breaking Eddie out of his trance. He turns back to the van and unlocks the doors for everyone to start piling in. “Someone is a bit distracted.” Dustin teases, earning a glare. Edde is met with a chorus of ‘ooo’s and kissing noises when he turns back to the wheel, starting the ignition.

“Shut Up or I'm raising the difficulty of the next campaign!” He's met with immediate silence, smirking to himself as he switches gears and turns up the volume of his radio, driving off into the night.

After dropping everyone off at their respective destinations, Eddie proceeded to lock himself away in his room, thinking of you. You intrigued him beyond belief. He needed to know more about you. Yeah, Black Key Records was definitely going to be Hellfire's new base of operations. As long as that meant getting to see you more often.

》》》

It's been a full month since the club first started holding their campaigns in the basement of BKR. Though they usually meet up every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, today is the first Monday day the club will not be meeting since they finished their most recent campaign last Friday.

It was agreed upon that the club wasn't supposed to meet up today, yet Eddie still managed to find himself making his way to the record store, mid-day on a Monday, in search of his favorite record store employee.

His presence is announced with a chime of the bell above the door. “Welcome In!” A voice pipes up. It was a male coworker of yours, one Eddie had come to know as Marvin. The lanky, blonde pushes his circle glasses up his nose as he looks up from what he's doing at the front counter. “Oh, hey, man.” He greets once he realizes it's Eddie who's come in. “You're here early.”

“Yeah, no meeting today. I just wanted to stop by and actually take a look at the… massive inventory.” Eddie lies.

Marvin nods, “Sounds good. Let me know if you need anything. Metal is over in that corner.” He points, looking over his falling glasses, “I assume that's your poison.” He offers a playful, knowing smirk.

“What gave it away?” Eddie replies sarcastically with a confused look. “Sunny around?” He asks casually as he walks passed the guy behind the counter.

“Well, the strange, little creature has to be around here somewhere. Thing rarely ever leaves.” He lifts his head from his work, “MARCO!”

“POLO!”

“There.” He says and waves his hand in the general direction of where the muffled noise came from.

Eddie lifts a brow with an amused grin on his face and nods. “Got it.” He walks off in the general direction.

Eddie's eyes roam the maze of isles with rows and rows of records, tapes, posters, etc. He's in awe at the sheer mass of items. It's pretty chaotic yet somehow still seems well maintained and put together. The walls are covered with old wallpaper. The store was well lit and had a rich and comforting smell, yet it wasn't suffocating. Overall, you could tell the building was old yet really cared for.

As Eddie walked further into the store, he could hear the sound of humming. He walked through a beaded curtain that separated the main part of the store from a little listening booth. He found you humming to the tune that was loudly playing in your headphones. You wore your famous dark sunglasses over your eyes and a black, faded Dickies t-shirt that was about 4 sizes too big, the ends of the short sleeved shirt reaching your elbows. The baggy material was tucked into a pair of light wash jeans that fit you perfectly. Eddie would be lying if he said he didn’t take the opportunity to steal a glance at your butt.

You had one of the ear covers moved back to rest behind your ear as you listened to music through the other. The wire was connected to one of the many record players lined up back here. You were studying the back of the album’s cover as you listened. “Hey, pretty lady.” Eddie interrupts. Startled, you jump, ripping the headphones off your head and throwing them around your neck. Once you realize it's Eddie, you sigh heavily, closing your eyes and putting a hand over your heart.

“Oh my god!” He chuckles at your reaction and raises his hands in surrender, walking all the way through the noisy bead curtain.

“Sorry, cupcake. Scaring you wasn't my intention. I thought you would’ve heard me comin’.” He says with a smug grin, motioning to the still swinging beads behind him. You shake your head, regaining your composure.

“Jesus christ.” You sigh out, laughing away your mini heart attack. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You laugh, smacking his arm lightly. “What are you doing here? It’s still early, isn’t it?” You tilt your head like a curious puppy, melting Eddie’s heart with your cuteness. He looks at you like you’re the only thing in the world of value.

“No game today. Just wanted to stop by and see my favorite record store employee.” He says with a huge grin on his face as he holds eye contact. You squint at him behind your sunglasses, allowing a bright smile to adorn your face.

“Is that so?” You ask. He nods.

“Yeah, Marvin is a great guy, you know.” He responds sarcastically, closing in on you with a flirty smile. You lift your chin and raise your brows.

“Hmm, he must not be that great if you’re back here with me and not up there with him.” You shoot back. He stops once he’s one step away from you, so close you could smell him. He looks down at you with his signature grin. He’s close enough to just barely see your squinting eyes through the dark shades.

Over the past month, flirty interactions like this were considered a standard between you two but never had you been alone like this. This time you had no prying eyes, no teasing quips from the club to separate you two. “I didn’t say he was the one I came to see.”

“It was implied.” you come back without hesitation, playing his game. Eddie breaks eye contact with you to look down at the album cover in your hands. He takes it from you and flips it around, so he can read the front. You reach up to lift your sunglasses off your face to rest them at the top of your head.

“‘Bad Music For Bad People’, huh?” He raises a brow and looks up at you with his chin still tucked down, a small smirk lingering on his lips. Your face warms a bit at his teasing expression as you bite back a smile. You breathe in and sigh out.

“Yup, new arrival. The Cramps are a go-to band for my ‘Distorting Reality’ section.” The sentence rolls off so easily, so normal, but your words make Eddie tilt his head.

“‘Distorting Reality’.” He repeats. There's a slight pause, one long enough for you to remember what Gary tells you. Your way of thinking is not… normal. You start to internally spiral.

“Oh, uh. Yeah,” your mind is reeling for words to explain. “I, uh, I sort of have a way to organize bands and music in my head… in like… categories… beyond just genre, but also… like… vibe?” Your fluster makes Eddie's grin slowly widen. He finds it adorable. You look down at your feet. “Sorry… I sometimes forget that, you know, not everyone… that I'm a bit,” you bring your hands up and wave and wiggle them next to your head, “different…” Your face carries a small, nervous smile as your eyes go from eye contact to avoiding his eyes. He has a full on smile now, soft and a bit dazed.

“I like different.” He states matter-of-factly. Your eyes find their way back to his, and your small smile grows, shining brightly.

“Really?” You sigh happily, your heart pumping full of hope.

“Tell me more about these categories.” His smile is evident in his voice. The light in your eyes warms his stomach.

“Really?!” You ask excitedly, never have been asked to elaborate your thoughts, these thoughts. He nods. “O-Okay, so, think of them kind of like mixtapes.”

You went on for a good hour, not only explaining your idea of ‘playlists’ but also walking Eddie around the store to show him different albums that would match with what category. You have never been able to talk to anyone for as long as you talked to Eddie. You went on long tangents explaining how you couldn't understand how some people only listen to one genre or artist or how some artists or genres were completely underrated or misinterpreted just because of the masses’ biases.

Not only did he let you talk, he was actively listening. He would ask questions and build off ideas with you without making you feel like he was cutting you off or making fun of you. Even when he did have to cut you off, he knew how to do it gently, asking you his question or making his comment before letting you resume with what you were saying.

Eventually, your intense music discussion began to die down, for now. “I like listening to you talk about something so passionately.” Eddie smiles widely at you. Your brows shoot up, damn near off your forehead.

“I've never heard that before.” The look of complete shock brings a chuckle out of Eddie.

“Would you like to go out sometime?” You didn't think he could say anything more shocking than his previous sentence, but here you are. You blink rapidly at him a few times, but before Eddie could start to backpeddle, you spoke up.

“Uh, y-yeah. I- I'd love to.” The words fell out of your mouth with very little control, your brain on autopilot. Eddie's smile grows impossibly wider.

“Great. T-That's great. Uh, when are you free?” He asks.

“Everyday! All the time!” Marvin yells from his spot near the register. You both look over to find him eavesdropping up front. He looks over his glasses at you with a raised brow. Though he was a boy just barely a year older than you, he still had a way of acting and looking like a mother. His look one hundred percent screamed ‘please date my daughter, she's lonely.’

The mortified look of betrayal on your face made Eddie break out in a laugh. He nods, “Should I come back after close?”

“Take her now!”

“Marvin!” You whip your head toward your coworker, annoyed. He shrugs, hardly bothered, and goes back to whatever task he's ‘busy’ with. Eddie has to hold in his laugh, it sneaking out as a sharp exhale through his nose. The feeling of Eddie grabbing your hand breaks your glare. He begins pulling you toward the front door.

“Catch ya later, man!” Eddie says to the blonde boy without so much as a glance over his shoulder. You give Marvin a panicked look as you pass him, but all he does is wiggle his fingers in a mischievous wave as you're pulled out the door.

“You eat lunch yet?” Eddie asks as he opens the door of his van for you. You climb into the passenger's seat, again on autopilot.

“Uh, no. Not yet?” He closes the door and jogs over to the driver's side, climbing into his seat.

“Perfect. Let's go eat.” He grins over at you, buckling his seatbelt before leaning down to start up the ignition.

You two ended up at a diner not to far away, still within the same town center as the record store but a few lights away. “I can't believe you haven't eaten all day. it's almost 3PM.”

“I woke up too late for breakfast and got distracted with the new arrivals.” you'd counter as you arrived at the diner. The lunch outing was spent eating and going on more tangents. Though it started with music, it eventually led to your childhoods and other personal interests. “I was thinking about continuing school after I graduated, but the cons outweighed the pros. I mean I love learning, but the environment, the costs, the stress?” you wave your hand, “not worth it.”

The more you talked and went on about whatever came into conversation, the more Eddie realized how intelligent you are. “You're crazy smart, you know that?” He added when you finally paused to take another bite of your food. You let out a big huff through your nose, shaking your head.

“Not even. I just retain a shit ton of useless information.” You dismiss.

“You retain all this information and then form your own thoughts around it and have the ability to build upon said information. You’re like a book that thinks. It's awesome.” He praises. You can't help but blush. Man, does Eddie really know how to shut you up. After this, you continue to munch on your food in comfortable silence, smiling like dorks at each other every time you catch one another's eyes.

After your late lunch, it's about 4PM and the sun is already beginning to lower thanks to the season. “Would you like to go on an adventure with me?” Eddie asks you as you're walking through the parking lot of the diner and back to his van. You turn your head to look up at him with questioning but enthusiastic eyes.

“Mayybee?” You draw out in a playful but curious tone. He gives you a mischievous grin, staring silently as he opens the door for you to get into the van. You stand there a few seconds, squinting at him to try to intimidate him into telling his secrets but failing. You give up, climb into the van, and let yourself be driven to another undisclosed location.

Eddie drives about 15 minutes out, away from the city center and more into the outskirts of town. You turn to look at him, his eyes focused on the road. “Marvin knows you were the last person I was with and can identify you pretty well, you know.” You throw out there, getting a chuckle out him.

“I promise, I'm not taking you anywhere dangerous nor am I going to hurt you.” He glances over to you for reassurance before focusing back on the road.

Though the situation would be waving huge red flags under any other circumstance, you couldn't help but trust Eddie completely. You didn't even say the sentence actually believing he'd bring you any harm. You had a calm and comfortable feeling in your chest being around Eddie. Nothing could change that feeling about him now.

Another 5 minutes pass by and Eddie pulls off the road once you reach the true outskirts. The van rocks and shifts as it angrily drives over uneven terrain. Within seconds, the van comes to a stop, and Eddie turns off the engine. You try to get a good look through the windshield at your surroundings, but you only catch a glimpse of what looks like a clearing up ahead. “You promise you're not actually a slasher?” you ask nervously. Eddie hops out the van and turns to look at you.

“I guess you'll just have to come and find out.” He brings up his hands while wiggling his fingers at you in a ‘spooky’ way before chuckling and closing the door. Before he can reach your door, you've opened it to let yourself out. You hop down out of the van, squinting at Eddie as he now stands beside you. You close your door, and he takes your hand in his, leading you to the clearing just beyond the tree line ahead.

As soon as you exit the trees, you notice the clearing isn't just a clearing. It's a hidden viewpoint. You wouldn't be able to tell from the road, but you're atop a huge hill just outside of town. Just through the trees that lined the highway was a beautiful and perfect view. Never have you really thought of Hawkins, Indiana as a ‘beautiful’ sight by any means, but this view really put it in a different perspective. Eddie smiles down at you, taking in your 'in awe' reaction. His hand gives yours a light squeeze, causing you to look up at him with the same wide eyed wonder. It makes Eddie's heart feel like flying. He silently leads you a bit further away from the treeline and to a spot where you can sit.

You two sit next to each other, legs criss-crossed, knees knocking. The thought of sitting down on the mushy dirt and grass wasn't so pleasant at first, but you don't want to ruin the moment. As soon as you're sat, though, it's not bad. It's almost nostalgic, and makes you feel like a kid again. Unafraid, fearless, strong. You smile to yourself at how something so small and meaningless brought out such emotion. You stare back out at the view in front of you. “Everything seems so small from up here.” You say softly, entranced.

“Yeah, suddenly everything just feels better up here.” You nod in response. “Whenever I feel myself starting to get too far into my head, I come up here. Seeing this little town from here makes me realize. It reminds me that there's a bigger picture. Whatever's got me down, whatever hurt me, it's all so small now.” Eddie unwinds his legs to stretch them out in front of him, crossing one ankle over the other and leaning back on his hands. You stay crisscrossed, intertwining your hands in your lap.

“I don't want to sound any more crazy than I already have, but whenever I feel that way, I disappear into a little compartment in my head. One where I'm happy and at peace. I usually have to do that when I'm alone in my room with some music since I don't have a place like this.” You sigh with a small smile, letting the air around you embrace you in its tranquility.

“Well, now, you do. It can be our place from now on.” You turn to him with an innocent smile and wide eyes. You find him with his head leaned back and his eyes closed. He has a small, calm smile dancing across his lips. The setting sun was warm against his pale skin, but the chilly air contrasted with the golden hue, causing a bit of pink to spot on his cheeks and nose. He looks beautiful.

You wish you could take a picture of him right now, but as you feel yourself starting to stare for a bit too long, you tear your eyes away to look back out at the town. You scoot closer to Eddie and rest your head on his shoulder. “Thank you.” The feeling of your head on his shoulder causes him to open his eyes and tilt his head down to look at you. He finds himself strangely at a loss for words. He just smiles a bit wider and follows your gaze to look out on the city.

“Anytime, baby.”

You two sat there in another comfortable silence even after the sun fully set. When a breeze passed by and caused you to shiver at the cool night air, Eddie took that as a queue to go. “Though the view is still just as magical at night, I think it's time we head back. Don't want Marvin worrying now, do we.” He helped you up, and you both went back to the van.

Once you're back on the road, your mood shifts a bit, and you start to get a bit shy. Eddie can sense the shift and glances over at you a bit worried. He reaches over to grab your hands in his. You look over to him, and he throws you a quick smile before looking back at the road. “Are we calling this a date?” You ask as he gains speed on the paved road. Your voice was so small and nervous. Eddie had to fight off the urge to hug you so he could focus on driving. He shrugs.

“Did it go well?” He could see the little nod you gave in response out of the corner of his eye. “Okay,” he smiles, “Then a date it was.” You inhale sharply and try to contain your smile when looking at him but fail, looking away and out your window to let out a huge grin. Your mind runs wild, but you stop yourself from letting the silence go on too long by letting your mouth interrupt your head.

“Does this mean we can do it again?” You ask, hopeful. Eddie lets out a short, breathy laugh and nods.

“Yes. One hundred percent, yes.”

“I like spending time with you.” You let slide out while you have the confidence.

“I love spending time with you. Honestly, I don't think I've ever been able to connect with someone so quickly.” He lets out a sigh of a laugh. “It's like you get me without even trying.” You smile over to him and nod.

“I feel the exact same way.” You two sit in each other's confessions happily for a few seconds before Eddie speaks back up.

“Should I take you home or back to the record shop?” He asks. You let out a little laugh, making Eddie's heart feel light.

“Well, considering they're one in the same, yes.” You reply, looking out the windshield. This causes Eddie to steal a quick glance. His brows furrow, confused.

“You live there?”

“Yeah, the loft up top, the door I have you guys knock on when you're done with your games, that's where I stay.” Eddie lets out a silent ‘oh’, nodding his head as it clicks.

“Makes sense now as to why you always let us go on so late. Also explains why Marvin always says you never leave.” He chuckles. You blush, a bit embarrassed at the second half.

“Fucking Marvin.” You grumble under your breath, bringing another laugh out of Eddie.

“Sounds like a sweet gig, though. I won't lie. If I had a cool, laid back job and could live on property where I could just wake up and go, that's be awesome. I'd probably never leave either.” He says without an ounce of judgement.

“Yeah, well, ever since Gary offered it to me, life has been a whole lot easier. He looks out for me all the time.” Eddie nods.

“Well, if he's that good to you, I can't wait to meet him one day.” You blush, turning to hide your face, looking out the window.

“Yeah, he's awesome. He may not fully get me and my… differences, but he's always been super kind. Even fended off some bullies for me back in middle school.” Eddie's brows shot up, and he glances between you and the road a few times.

“Who the fuck would dare to hurt you?” He asks, shocked and a bit heated. You shake your head and let out a chuckle.

“Some asshole middle schoolers. Damn near all middle schoolers are assholes. I was an eager student who got perceived as a show off for raising my hand in class. I was also a loner cause I was ‘weird’.” You throw up air quotes with one hand, “Usually my rants and tangents and use of sunglasses both indoors and out to hide from bright lights aren't well received traits of mine. As an adult I've learned that not everyone wants to hear me theorize for hours about how dragons may have been real.” You let out a small laugh and shrug, “I was a little too different, and that created an easy target.” You sigh, melting back in your seat releasing the negativity. You smile back over to Eddie. “That's over now. She's had her ups and downs, but I'm in a good place now. I'll be damned if I let those dickheads continue to affect me.” Eddie smiles at this.

“I've always been the punching bag for bullies because of my differences, but I, too, got to my ‘fuck them all’ stage in life. Started punching back, and now I can't get enough of myself.” He shakes his locks around, dramatically flipping his hair. You laugh. God, does he love that sound.

Eddie pulls into the parking lot of the record store shortly after. The lights are all still on inside, contrasting to the dark evening. Marvin could be seen walking around inside. You look over to your intertwined hands then up to Eddie.

“Would you like to come inside?” you ask timidly. Eddie smiles and shrugs, nodding.

“Sure, I got time.” You smile at each other, exciting the van at the same time. Eddie opens the door and allows you to enter first.

“Sorry, I was gone for most the day.” You start before Marvin can say anything.

“No, no. Don't apologize.” Marvin dismisses, "Did you have a good time?” He asks, pushing up his glasses. You and Eddie share a smile.

“A great time.” You replied. “Do you need help with anything? I was gonna show Eddie upstairs.” Eddie looks a little taken aback but recovers quickly. He didn't realize you wanted to show him your place. Marvin waves a hand.

“Nah, Sun, you're good. I'll just be chillin’ down here until close.” You nod and wave Eddie to follow you as you start walking towards the back.

“Thanks, Marv. Let me know if you need anything!”

“Just don't be too loud! We are still during business hours, remember!” He shoots back as you round the corner.

“Marvin!” you yell back. His mischievous laughter could be heard echoing throughout the store. You lead Eddie to your door, the same one he's been knocking on for the past month. You open the door. “Welcome to my lair.” You say, leading him up the stairs.

When you reach the top of the stairs, Eddie is met with the sight of a full studio apartment. “Luckily, I had a cleaning day over the weekend, so it's not horrible.” You say with a laugh. Eddie nods.

“Wow.” He takes in the sight. It's basic, essentially four walls with exposed beams and framing at the ceiling, but you've made it your home. Some handmade, wood framing was used to separate the different ‘spaces’.

Your living space was the closest thing to the entrance, your bed on the right and a couch, table, and music station on the left. All your furniture looked to be hand-me-downs or thrifted. None of them were matching sets, but they combined to create a homey, comfy look.

The wooden framing was used to separate your living space from what looked like a bathtub on the right and a dining or kitchenette area on the left. Though it wasn't much, it was still leagues ahead of his own room at the back of he and Wayne's trailer, and it is yours. “It's nice.” He compliments. You shrug, looking around the space.

“It's probably not what you were expecting. It's no five star hotel, but it's all mine.” You smile proudly. Eddie nods.

“I wasn't expecting anything, but it's definitely you.” He smiles over at you. “And I mean that in the best possible way.” He walks further into the room, going over to take a seat on your little couch. Your cheeks warm, and you follow him to your ‘living room’. You walk over to your music.

“Anything you want to listen to?” You scan over your library of records and tapes. “You look over to him and squint, “Dio, perhaps?” you ask with a raised brow, referencing the back of his famous jean vest. He gives you a smirk.

“Though I'm never opposed to a little metal, how about you pick something?” You nod and continue scanning. The concentrated look on your face is utterly adorable to Eddie. He finds himself staring.

“Well, you've shown me your special place, so how about I show you one of mine. We can go with ‘Sunny's Mix Vol. 2’.” You offer, holding up a mixtape with black scribbles in your handwriting across the front. He offers a calm grin and a nod.

“I'm interested.” You smile at him in return and pop the tape into the stereo tucked under your record player. As soon as the fast paced drums of the first song starts coming through the speakers, you can't help but bop your head. You stand slowly, trying to contain the overwhelming urge to dance around. Eddie smiled widely over at you as you stare down at the stereo. He stands up and starts to dance to the music with a bit more energy than you. Your eyes find him as soon as you catch a glimpse of him standing in your peripheral. A big smile takes over your face, and you let the music start to take you over.

Eddie closes the distance between you two and grabs your hands, pulling you away from the stereo and towards the middle of your makeshift dance floor, the empty space between your ‘living room’ and bed. Your shared dance moves are less than graceful, more akin to weird jerking movements, but totally carefree and fun nonetheless.

Eddie has let loose completely and is dancing like a man possessed. The goofy moves cause you to laugh, Eddie succeeding in his unspoken goal to hear that sound again. You can only mimic his crazy movements, closing your eyes and dancing in circles. You two even shimmy back and forth with each other like the idiotic dorks you are.

The next song on the tape was spent dancing in a similar fashion. Then a few air guitars and imaginary microphones were added throughout the song following that one. Some of the songs on your mixtape were familiar to Eddie. Some songs were new, but all were going to be held near and dear to his heart from that moment on as they were all now known as yours.

When you get to the last few songs, they began to slow, allowing Eddie the perfect opportunity to close some distance between you both. He takes your hand in his and begins to slow dance with you, rocking side to side. His height makes him have to tilt his chin down to look at you while you're this close. The ends of his long waves tickle the sides of your face. The feeling makes your heart jump out of your chest.

Eddie didn't know the song currently playing, but he loved to hear you hum and sing along to it. “I don't mean to sound like a fool here, but I feel so much for you.” He speaks up during the last instrumental break in the song you were swaying to. You smile up at him.

“In what way?” You ask as the song faded into the next. He sighs, starting to get a bit red in the face.

Oh, thinkin’ about our younger years. The stereo rang out. ‘Heaven’. How fitting.

“In the way that I feel like this is how I want to spend the rest of my life.” His bold yet shy confession nearly floors you. Before you could muster a coherent sentence, he continues while he still has the courage. “I know this is only our first date, and, christ, I hope it's far from the last, but I feel like I have this unexplainable connection with you.” He looks up from your lips to pour into your eyes. “I don't want to scare you away by jumping to any conclusions here, but I've never had such a compelling feeling to tell someone how I feel.” His eye contact and his words make it hard for you to hold back tears. You're getting overwhelmed, his voice cutting straight to your heart. When Eddie sees the wetness forming in your eyes, he stops swaying, his own eyes widening. He looks like the sweetest puppy that just got caught getting into something he shouldn't have. “Uh, I'm sorry. That was a bit too forward wasn't it.” He starts to pull away, but you don't let him. You shake your head.

“No, no. I'm sorry. I just,” you let out a big sigh, trying to collect yourself. “Sorry, I just, I feel a lot and that's just, wow,” you let out a sigh, a small smile forming. “I feel the same, and I'm so happy you said something first.” you let out a small, airy laugh. “I don't think I'd be able to handle pining over you for ages, waiting for one of us to confess.” You roll your eyes and grin widely, a matching one finding Eddie's face as you spend a few seconds staring into each other's eyes. He lets out a chuckle, looking down.

“It's genuinely crazy how you've managed to make me forget that I've existed this long without knowing you from the start.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Is this what it's like to find your soul mate?” he says, thinking out loud. You giggle and nod.

“I think so. You feel like my person.” You smile brightly up at him. His eyes meet yours once again. It's a miracle that his knees didn't send him tumbling to the floor. The look in your eyes makes his insides melt into something warm. He returns a big, toothy grin.

“You are definitely my person.” You're smiling so hard your cheeks start to hurt.

Isn't too hard to see, we're in heaven. You have this overwhelming need to jump up and down, roll on the floor, and kick your feet around. His cute smile and adoring eyes just have that effect on you. Somehow you manage to remain standing, but you do let out a few bounces on the balls of your feet.

Eddie's gaze lowers to your adorably scrunched nose. The excitement you're trying so hard and failing to hide gets a laugh out of him. Though the urge and desire is very heavy, Eddie keeps himself from diving in to kiss your lips, instead pulling you into his chest and hugging you tight, burying his face into your hair, breathing in your scent.

His arms wrap around your shoulders, and you wrap your arms around his middle. His closeness makes your insides burst. Your brain can't help but scream at how good he smells. He feels so warm and safe. If you died right now, you'd go out happy. Neither of you want to pull away, so you spend the entirety of the next song just holding each other. When the groovy tempo of Fleetwood Mac starts up, you can't help but start bopping in your hug. You're just too happy to let the beat pass over without effect. Eddie chuckles and only holds you tighter, swaying to the upbeat tempo with you in his arms.

When the last song on your mixtape starts, you can't help but giggle at the irony of this sweet moment combining with the Bob Marley tune. Your head bounces slightly against his chest as Eddie chuckles, listening to the lyrics. The clear sound of his heartbeat and laugh right next to your ear makes your eyes close, body filling with the warmth happiness brings. You softly hum to the melodies of the love song as this night fades into the rest of your life shared with none other than your forever person, Eddie Munson.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x y/n #joseph quinn #swiss fics #eddie munson swiss fics #special places swiss fic

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strangerthingsn · 4 months

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Bruised

part 3

summary: You live in your car or a hotel, you sell your body to men for money, but got accidentally pregnant by the only one Alan Munson(Eddies dad). He was in jail before, for the same thing he did to you. But lucky he has a son who cares and helps you out.

warnings:18+ (all parts), sex, getting caught, love, pet names, language, alcohol, smoking, pregnancy

”come, let’s go home” Eddie look down at you with soft eyes, you could see them because of the bright moon light.

“That guy is a asshole” you huff and look at your feet.

“tell me about it..” Eddie sighs and sits next to you.

“what do you mean?” You look at him again.

“he used to bully me and the guys back in high school, like spit in our lunch, put things on our lockers, bumb us against the lockers and he even stole things”

“I’m sorry for that Eds” you lay your head on his shoulder, you’re exhausted.

“You’re tired aren’t you?”

“mhm..”you nod.

“I’ll walk you to the van already then I’ll get the boys” he gets up and helps you after, you both walk to the van and you wait there for him to come back with the others.

—2 days later—

“so why you think you can work hire?” The boss of the coffee shop asks.

“I’m very friendly to people, I’m really patient and I can handle mad people” you nod agreeing with yourself.

“hmm… alright tomorrow wil be your first work day” he said. “What’s your size?”

“normally a medium but it will be a couple sizes bigger because of the baby”

“uhh.. let me look for you” he gets up from the chair and walks somewhere. You sit in the little office, you can’t belive you just got a proper job.

“got the biggest one” The man gives it to you, it was not the most ugly outfit. You take it and get up.

“I’ll pay you some more for the baby then, deal?”

“deal” you nod and shake his hand.

“see you tomorrow” he smiles.

“bye bye!” You wave and walk out of the building, heading to Eddies van. You get in meeting Eddies exited face.

“and?” He says.

“I got a job!” You smiles.

“I told you, congratulations” Eddie smiles. “I got something else while you were gone”

“Thanks and what is that?”

“this….” Eddie pulls his shirt up showing nipple rings.

“no fucking way” you gasp “I just know that hurts so much dude, they suite you tho” you look at it.

“Yeah? You like it?” He puts his shirt down.

“Love it” you nod.

“Don’t tell my uncle tho” He chuckles while starting the van.

“You think he’ll be mad?” You look at him still.

“possible” he nods.

“Ill keep my mouth shut” You and Eddies relationship what’s difficult, sometimes he calls you sweetheart or other things but he also said you’re like a sister to him, you didn’t have sex since that night, ofcourse you wanted to, he was the best you had but you two were just busy.

“I can’t wait for Christmas” you say looking at the road.

“You like Christmas?”

“It gives me happy memories with my parents, we used to go to the mall to eat stuff and that same night we’d have dinner together and unpack presents” you smile thinking about the memories.

“You miss that.?”

“I miss it really much” you nod.

“Im sorry, i miss Christmas with my mom too, Alan would never give me presents but my mom always gave us something little”

“I hope i can afford a big present every year for the little one”

“A little thing is okay too, it’s just.. the little things mean the most” Eddie shows a ring on his necklace.

“Your mom gave it to you?”

“Yes but it doesn’t fit anymore” he looks at it.

“I bet your mom was a nice and gorgeous woman” you smile.

“she was” he nods, you sat in silence in the car when you suddenly spot something.

“should we get a Christmas three?” You smile.

“I don’t really have money for that right he now, I’m sorry..”

“o thats fine, sorry for asking”

“You don’t have to be sorry” He smiles and kisses your hand.

— 2 hours later —

You hum while cooking dinner and suddenly two arms wrap around your hip.

“hey Eddie” you smile. “are you nervous?”

“yes, I can’t play it right I’m fucking it up all the time” he sighs. Corroded coffin has a Christmas gig somewhere at a bar tomorrow and Eddie is atleast an hour in his room busy with practicing.

“You gonna be great” you smile.

“Yes thank you but I’ll finish dinner you can take a bath”

“okay” you kiss his cheek and walk over to the bathroom.

After you took a bath you put bodylotion all over your body, you just shaved (this was probably the last time you could reach because of the babybumb) hoping you could make some love to Eddie tonight. After you did you put on your pjs Eddie got matching ones for you and him that looked so adorable. You walk out of the bathroom to the kitchen again Eddie puts dinner on the table, Wayne is on a date with some woman so you and Eddie eat alone.

“you smell good” Eddie smiles while sitting down and you sit down too.

“thank you Eds” you smile and start eating.

“you have a very gorgeous smile you know that?”

“you have too, your smile makes me happy” you tell.

“Really?” He blushes a little.

“reaaaally” you nod.

“how nice of you” he eats too.

—after dinner—

You walks outside to Eddie and he’s smoking on a wooden chair. You sit on the one next to him and you watch him smoke when suddenly that terrible smell hits.

“ew.. weed?” You chuckle.

“mhmmm” he lays his hand on your leg.

“You smoke weed often, hm?” You just say it in a flirty way.

“Yeah” he nods “it’s chill”

“Every day?”

“mostly yes, twice a day” he nods circling his finger over your leg. You bit your lip looking at him.

“having plans for tonight?”

“And why are you asking?” He smirks.

“just interested” you smirk back. He nods looking down while thinking for a second, you didn’t look away and when he looks up again you had eye contact.

“fuck it” he mumbles and pulls you in for a kiss. Your heart was racing ofcourse it’s not the first time but still, you love him. He kisses softly but with a combination of needy. He lays his hand in your neck pulling you in even closer. You kiss him deeper and more personally. Eddie pulls away and looks at you.

“go inside it’s cold” he smirks.

“I guess I just wait in your room then” you wink while getting up.

“Oh yeah?” He smirks.

When he closes the door he immediately pushes you against it kissing you rough and hard. He pushes his boner against your thighs.

“mmmh, so gorgeous” Eddie rubs your belly and continues with kissing your neck. You look up to make that more easy for him to do. He pulls away and takes his shirt off and wanted to continue but you were quickly enough to kiss his neck. He puts his hand under your shirt unclipping your bra already.

He takes it off and throws it somewhere in the room. Now his hands were on your boobs squeezing and rubbing them slowly, it hand my moaning against his neck every time he touches your sensitive nipples. You suck a couple bruises in his neck, some where darker then the others but the looked hot.

“let me..” Eddie grabs the hem of your shirt and you help him with taking it off. “God..” he picks you up after admiring your beautiful body and gently lays you down on his bed. He kisses your boobs and up to your neck leaving hickeys all over your chest and neck.

“need you” you whisper while playing with his hair.

“i know…” Eddie starts taking his jeans off and your sweatpants. You wore your prettiest pair of panties and he smirks while seeing them. “I love these” he kisses your belly. “Look how wet you are”

“For you..” you silently say.

“Im hard for you.” He smirks taking off his boxers and taking himself in his hand.

“i see, such a big cock Eddie” you say biting your lip. Eddie seems to not expect those words coming out of your mouth.

“that was so hot.” He bites his bottom lip and grabs your panties. “Gonna make love to your perfect body, doll” Eddie says while going with a finger through your folds.

“n-no” you stutter after a moan leaves your mouth.

“don’t want me to.?”

“your dick Eddie..” you whine.

“I’m not really a big fan of just-… pushing inside I’m scared to hurt you baby” he strokes himself.

“please” you take his hand.

“Okay…” He jerks himself up a couple times and lines up and after that he slowly pushes through you soaking hole. “What pose baby?”

“L-lay..” you moan when he’s still trying to push his cock inside of you. “Hire..” you say out of breath.

“you want to ride me?” He looks confused.

“n-no” you groan.

“okay…” Eddie carefully lays infrond of you still having his big cock halfway inside of you. “Like this.?”

“y-yeah” you nod with your eyes closed and you lay your leg over his hip. Eddie seems to understand what you were trying and he lays a hand on your back and pulls you closer.

“You feel so wet and warm” he whispers while he starts slowly thrusting in and out of you, when he’s inside he doesn’t even go halfway he doesn’t wanna hurt you. The sound of his moans and your soft whimpers together turn you on so bad.

“Touch you.?” You ask silently.

“O-ofcourse” he takes your hand and lays it on his hip, you didn’t notice the tattoos last time, he has a skull, spider, snake and a dragon on his chest, stars, roses, bats, another dragon, Iron Maiden, guitar, tiger, and much more on his arms. They all fit him so well, you go with your hands slowly over his body and tattoos. You look further down at a tattoo on his belly with the text, suck it. You look back up at his face again and he was already looking at you. He had a hand on your neck and he pulls you in for a kiss. It was messy with teeth and tongues together.

Eddie slides a hand down and lays it on your ass to move your hips with the rhymn of his, the string in your belly is about to snap already. He squeezes your ass and kisses your throat, that sends you over the edge and has you spilling your load all over his dick.

“Good girl-… g-gona… fuck-“ he cums inside of you. You moan and sit up taking his dick out of you carefully.

“W-what are you gonna do.?” Eddie looks at you with half lidden eyes.

“relax” you whisper while grabbing his cock and stroking him, he let out a groan and he started to become hard again. You start to jerk of he buckles his hips up and starts fucking your fist. “Be patient” you giggle and you slowly push his hips back down.

“S-so good baby.. so g-good fme” he mumbles. You slowly bend over and take his tip in your mouth, he absolutely didn’t want expected that from you, he buckled his hips up again and you pull away.

“Sorry, you don’t want it.?” You look at him while taking your hands off him. He takes your hand calming you down.

“hey, its fine not gonna hurt you remember? And yes I would love a blow job from you.” He kisses your hand and lay back down.

“Thank you..” you whisper before kissing his tip again. You never felt so safe around a dude, you believe Eddie is the one for you. Taking his tip in your mouth had Eddie moaning your name, that was definitely the most sexiest thing you ever heard.

Eddie lays a hand on your ass and looks at you sucking his dick. You pull away kissing down to his balls and you take one in your mouth sucking on it while jerking him off.

“holy-“ he moans. You take the other one in your mouth now still jerking him off, you use your tongue while sucking. Then you slowly kiss up to his tip and now you take more length in your mout bobbing your head up and down. Eddie looks at your lips wrapped around his hard cock. He wishes he could keep looking but his eyes keep falling shut.

You take more and more of him until he hits the back of your throat. You continue taking him further but you couldn’t help but gag. That eventually send Eddie over the edge and he loads his cum down your throat. Eddie had kind of zoned out so you sit back on your knees and start fingering yourself slowly. That’s what you always do while giving man a blowjob or after it.

“don’t touch yourself.” Eddie his arms came your way and you were quick enough to look away waiting for the hit and hurt that never came. You slowly look back at him and he looks at you with big eyes. “I’m sorry… fuck…fuck” he sits up and pulls you on his lap carefully. He rubs your back, kisses your head and kinda treats you like a baby. “I keep scaring you and I hate it.”

“its fine” you say softly, you are safe on his lap and he’s actually comforting you.

“no its not baby...” it was silent for a moment.

“I love you” you whisper.

“hm?” Eddie wasn’t sure if he heard you correctly.

“love you..” you say shyly. Eddies heart is racing and he puts a finger under his chin and make him look up at you.

“I love you back.” He smiles and kisses you softy.

—later that night—

“You look so hot while you riding me” he groans. You and Eddie are having sex for god knows how long. It just keeps going because after every round you look each other in the eyes and start making out again and you know how it ends up. You had five round and six organisms. You tried so many poses but there are also so much to still try.

“I love you” you lean down at kiss him again he kisses back while playing with your nipples.

“does it still feel good for you.?” He had ask that already a few times he just want to make sure you were okay.

“s-so good” you nod leaning up again bouncing harder on his cock, your big tits are bouncing and Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off them. He leans up to kiss them and….

“hey Eddie i-…” Wayne walks in… his eyes staring at the two of you Eddie quickly wraps the blanket around you and he gets up putting his boxers on.

“We need to talk.” He walks back into the living room slamming the door shut. It was completely silent in the room, Eddie is putting his clothes on and he walks out. You sit nervously on the bed thinking he was mad at you but not much later he walks back into the room with a towel.

“sorry” he mumbles while pulling the blanket off you and cleaning you up really carefully taking the time for it.

“Im sorry too” you whisper while you look at him. He gives you a kiss on your cheek and gives you fresh panties and your pyjamas back. You smile a little and put it on.

“don’t worry I’ll talk for us” he takes your hand and walks to the living room, you just follow him like a lost puppy. You both sit down on the couch in silence.

“so what is this Edward?” Wayne looks at him.

“like you saw. We were having sex”

“are you paying her for it?” He asks.

“no, we are in love.. atleast im really in love with her.” You couldn’t help but smile a little bit.

“If you don’t stop this you need to get out in a week.” Wayne looks mad.

“Okay sir, I’m sorry.” You look down at your feet and Eddie rubs your back.

“are you serious Wayne?” Eddie looks mad too now.

“Good night.” Wayne gets up and walks into his bedroom.

“asshole” Eddie mumbles and huffs while Wayne closed the door.

“I understand him, I mean… I’m a slut”

“you aren’t, you were and it was not even really your fault” he kisses your head and gets up walking to the kitchen. “water?”

“oh uh, yes” you nod, was this a good idea? Maybe you should just go already, you don’t want cause any problems between Eddie and Wayne.

“What’s going around in that pretty head of yours” he kisses your head and gives your water.

“Do you really love me?” You look up at him taking take glass.

“really.” He nods sitting down next to you.

“then I have to get out in a week” you lay your head on his shoulder.

“no you don’t, if you do, I’ll go with you” he starts rubbing your side.

“maybe we can buy our own trailer when I work really hard for it”

“first you gonna buy baby stuff” Eddie smiles.

“Right” you nod taking a sip of your water and putting it back on the table, Eddie smiles and kissses the side of your face multiple times.

“Eddie stop” you giggle “it tickles”

“come hire” he picks you up and walks over to his room. “Don’t wanna be tired on your first work day”

“You’re right” you give him a little pec.

“that’s what i thought” he nods and lays you down on your side putting the blanket over you.

“stop kicking, silly” you smile looking down at your baby bumb. Eddie takes your pants off and you’re sleeping in the shirt. “Thank you”

“don’t thank me sweetheart” Eddie turns the light off and lays down next to you. You turn around with a smirk. “Oh no” Eddie chuckles.

“No I was just thinking.. you should get a coffee tomorrow” you look at him.

“I will, when me and the boys are practicing in the morning we’ll get a coffee, alright?” He kisses your forehead.

“thanks” you cuddle him and he cuddles back. “Do you have a boner?”

“I hoped you didn’t notice”

“I would do something about it but your uncle will kill me”

“I can’t be silent… as you know so probably not a good idea” he chuckles.

—the next morning—

Eddie cooked breakfast for you and Wayne, you ate together in silence, when you showered and were dressed up in your work uniform Eddie laughed at you. The two of you kissed goodbye (secretly) and there you were.. at your work.

“oh hey you must be new girl?” A girl with short blond hair asks randomly.

“Am I late?” You smile.

“no, don’t worry, I’m Jade” she leads you the way to the back and explains how you need to make to coffees with the first couple of customers. She was really friendly.

“you think you can do it alone now?”

“I guess” you chuckle.

“good luck, I’ll be right next to you take other orders so if you need help I’m hire” she smiles.

“thanks” you nod, you turn your head to a customer that walks into the shop.

“good morning, what can I get for you?”

“hey, I’ll just get a coffee with caramel” She says.

“Small, medium or large?”

“medium”

“And just the regular milk?” You look at her.

“yes please.”

“Okay, was that everything?”

“uhh can i have a cookie too?”

“the chocolate, vanilla or red velvet?” You look at the ones she’s pointing at.

“Just the vanilla, and that was everything”

“okay, that is…7,70 dollar” you look at her, she nods giving the money. You count it and put it in the cash desk.

“okay you have order numberrr… 17 well let you notice if its done.” You smile giving her the receipt. She takes it with a smile.

“thanks” she walks off and sits down. You grab a cup making the coffee ready.

“you did great” Jade smiles.

“you think so?”

“I know so.” She nods making her own order ready. You mix the caramel and milk through the coffee and up the lid from the cup on it and you add a straw. You walk to the cookies and you get the vanilla one putting it in a bag.

“order number 17?” You look around.

“yes thank you” the woman takes it.

“have a nice day”

“same for you” you smile.

—2 hours later —

You met two other of your coworkers, Jake and Grace, they are also really nice. You and Jade are having a lunch break, you’re just eating a sandwich and drinking some water.

“so how you got pregnant?” She asks with her mouth full.

“oh that’s a long story, something with my old job” you smile.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“sure, I used to be a sex worker, and well as you see not everyone uses a condom..” you shrug your shoulders.

“no way, that’s such a shame, are you not on birth control?”

“no, my parents both died and well, I’m not like… rich..” you chuckle.

“well I bet it’s much better working hire then”

“absolutely” you nod. “Without Eddie I could have never do this.”

“Who’s Eddie?”

“He’s my boyfriend, since yesterday, but the guy who got me pregnant was kinda… a dick” you chuckle “turns out to be his dad and he’s a criminal and just shot me, because I actually got pregnant and Eddie kinda saved my life, now I’m living it’s him and his uncle in a trailer.” You explain

“He shot you?”

“yep, it hurted like a bitch, but baby is still alive” you look down at your bumb.

“to be honest I would love to be friends with you, you seem like a very nice person to me” she smiles.

“thank you, i would love to be friends with you too”

“y/n?” Jake asks walking in.

“Oh yeah?” You turn around.

“Some guy long hair is asking for you” he shrugs his shoulders.

“Okay tell him I’ll be there in a moment” you smile and Jake nods walking off “speaking of the devil, Eddie is hire” you get up taking your last sip of water.

“Long hair huh? Rockstar?”

“he plays in a band” you nod.

“Cool I wanna see him” she gets up walking behind you. You look around seeing Eddie brighten up as he sees you.

“hey sir can i get you something” you joke.

“Yes ma’am, I would like four coffees”

“normal ones?”

“just give us the best” he lean against the wall.

“alright, something else?”

“Your number” he jokes.

“Well its the same as yours sooo” you smile.

“okay okay”

“give him a free cookie” Jade interrupts.

“you can give him a free cookie, I don’t wanna get fired on my first day.

“okay, hire” she gives a heart shaped cookie. “Act like she gave it herself”

“I will, thank you” Eddie chuckled.

“That’s gonna be 18,71 dollar” you look at him. “you have order number 67 by the way.”

“Hire, you can keep the rest” Eddie gives 20 dollars and walks back to his band mates. You wave at them and they wave back and Gareth points at you and Eddie then does an impression of a moan while having sex.

“he’s childish”Jade looks at him.

“I know right” your roll your eyes.

“he’s kinda cute tho” she smiles.

“he’s Gareth, Drummer” you smile while making the four coffees ready Jade helps you.

“he’s cool, uhh what kind of coffee?”

“mixed with white chocolate and sugar, they can use some for tonight”

“they doing a performance?”

“yes” you nod while adding a few pumps of a white chocolate flavored mixture in two of them and Jade does the other two. You mix sugar in it too and put the lit on it, adding the straws.

“number 67” you smile looking at Eddie while Jade bring the other two. Eddie and Jeff get up to get the coffees.

“what is it?” Jeff looks at it.

“White chocolate” you smile handing them. Eddie smiles taking two and Jeff does the same.

“sounds really good, thanks sweetheart” Eddie smiles.

“Wait I want a hug before you go” you walks around to Eddie.

“come hire then” Eddie wraps his arms around you carefully not to spill any coffee on you, you hug him back with a smile.

“success with practicing you guys” you look at the rest, pulling away from the hug.

“thanks” Gareth smiles.

“thank you” Eddie waves and they all walk out.

—later that day on 8 pm—

you’re in Mary Harrington her room, you two called a couple times and Eddie told you could bring a friend if you wanted too. So now you’re wearing a pretty silvery glitter dress.

“that looks really pretty on you y/n, i should wear it” Mary stands behind you in the mirror she found some old clothes from her mom when she was pregnant.

“Is your mom okay with it?” You look at her.

“mhm, you can even ask it again, she is okay with it” she smiles. “And you should put on this shoes” she shows dr martens. “And are you wearing pretty panties, Eddie is definitely gonna fuck you.” She smirks.

“Shut up” you giggle.

“hire” she puts a necklace around your neck. “Can I do your makeup?”

“Sure” you look at the neckle with a smile.

“sit down” she points at the chair behind you.

“okay” you nod sitting down on the chair.

“uhhh, let’s start with this” she puts something on your face and spreads it out with her hands. She grabs concealer and puts it under your eyes and nose. “I’m not gonna use too much cause you’re already pretty”

“Thanks sweety” you chuckle. She smiles while blending it out.

“so tell me about dating Eddie”

“So I had my first work day today and he came to get a coffee with the band specially for me” you smile.

“what did you make him”

“I guess it was one with white chocolate”

“those are good, i will definitely go there any time” she smiles too.

“fine by me, i work everyday except for the weekend”

“how many hours a day?”

“seven”

“it seems like a fun job” she puts on some pouder and blush.

“it is except for those bitchy customers with a attitude” you laugh.

“I can imagine” she does your eyeliner and mascara.

“How is your boyfriend?”

“good, he is on vacation with his parents now” she grabs a red lipstick and puts it on.

“fun, you’re done?”

“yep” you look into the mirror with a smile, she actually made you look pretty, you’re sure Eddie is gonna love it.

“wait” she adds some glittery black eyeshadow. “Better”

“I love it thank you”

“now let’s go” she grabs her bag and you get up, ready to go see Eddie play with his band.

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magnoliabutters · 2 years

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• NOTHING BUT GOODIES •

pairing: eddie munson x (18+, she/her) reader

summary: there’s nothing like falling for your weed dealer. you find yourself in an unexpected situation during your next meet with eddie.

warnings: 18+ content, minors dni, adult language; mention of drugs (weed), mention of mental health (anxiety), smut, oral (f receiving), grinding, groping, dry humping, etc.

word count: ~3k

• stories of eddie munson •

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“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Eddie yells in front of the cafeteria. You quickly turn your head to the sudden noise. The rest of the Hellfire boys begin to laugh and shush their king. You roll your eyes. You’ll never understand how someone could be so confident as to willingly draw all eyes toward them. Eddie was always an ambiguous creature. He struck curiosity within you. However, your anxiety would never let you explore a relationship with Eddie that didn’t consist of buying weed. One part of you wants to better understand his confidence, his ability to be loud and be heard amongst all people. The other feels a sense of envy.

You keep your eyes on Eddie as he laughs and makes another dramatic gesture. You scan his body. You always enjoyed his style. He wore things you could only dream of wearing. You always enjoyed the way his shirt raised and exposed the skin of his stomach. Pro tip: any movement of his shirt and you’ll spot a new tattoo. You love how he’s let his hair grow out. The brown, frizzy curls you idolized running your fingers through. Before you know it, you’re finally able to take in his face. His jaw line was something to die for. You hope his lips are as plump and soft as you have imagined. You make it to his eyes and realize that they’re looking right back at you. Before you could look away in extreme embarrassment, Eddie smiles. Another sight to see. He mouthes to you, “I’ll see you at 1:00p,” with a nod towards the back of the school.

You skip English class to get some goodies. It’s definitely a better use of your time. Life proves difficult when anxiety isn’t a welcomed discussion in your home. Next thing you know, your psychiatrist and pharmacist are now a third-time senior at your high school. The walk through the football field and forest remains familiar. You have completed this trek at least once weekly for the past 5 months, starting right after your 18th birthday.

Of course, Eddie had found a deserted area to conduct his business on campus. You have never once seen another soul on your way to him. You recognize the tightness in your chest as you walk towards the clearing in the trees. You try to take steady breaths, but they are impossible. You lay your eyes on Eddie playing with a strand of his hair. He looks perfect doing absolutely nothing as he sits on the picnic table.

“Hey Eddie. How are you?” you say with a small smile and hesitation in your voice. You join by awkwardly sitting next to him on the table. Eddie turns to look at you, a smile forming across his face. “Hey, y/n! Yeah, I’m alright. How about you?” he says with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. You laugh with a closed, tight smile. “I’m good, uh. Do you think I can get like a gram this week?” you say quietly and quickly. The question taking longer to leave your lips that you would have hoped. Eyes strictly to the floor as you spoke.

Eddie smiles and grabs a bag from his back pocket. While maintaining eye contact, he stands up. He bows towards you and extends his arm with the gram at the tip of his fingers. “Your wish is my command,” Eddie whispers. You smile and grab the baggie out of his hand. You place your twenty on his open palm.

At this point, you usually made a mad dash back to the field with a clear wave and yell of “Thank you!” in your exit. Before you have the opportunity to stand up, his hand slowly closes around your wrist. The comfort of his hand left you frozen in place. Not a bone in your body was intending to move. Your eyes surprisingly seeking his own, but he maintains his gaze on your hands.

“Y/n, I’m curious about you,” Eddie says while rubbing his thumb on the inside of your wrist. “We see each other almost every day, but I don’t think we’ve ever actually talked.” You look into his dark chocolate eyes, his eyebrows furrowing in genuine confusion. He slowly releases his gentle hold on you and beings to walk away. Your body aching for his touch, as if the distance was physically painful. “Also, I have no idea what to think when I catch you staring at me all the time,” Eddie looks back with a smirk.

You sigh, fully prepared to accept the unbelievably awkward consequences of this experience. “I’m not going to deny it. It’s pretty confusing for me too,” you say, quickly darting your eyes to the trees behind him. Eddie places his hand to his chin, his other hand wrapped around his torso. “See? I didn’t expect that answer from you,” he says with a smile. “Well, there’s no use in lying,” you say, placing your gram into your front pocket. As your eyes finally meet his, you could tell he was deep in thought. You recognize his eyes are observing different parts of your face and neck. You keep quiet as to not disrupt his thought process. “Y/n,” Eddie says as he takes a step towards you. “I’d like to know you more.”

You breathe heavily, unsure of what that might mean to him. You stand up and lean back onto the table, now feeling unsure of the situation. This was new territory for you. “What do you want to know, Eddie?” you ask softly. Eddie takes his jean vest off and neatly places it onto the table. With another step, he is finally close enough for you to grab him – if only you were capable of doing something like that. “I’m positive I’d like to know more,” he said. You nervously laugh aloud, partly due to that unbelievable statement and, also, the fact that that was the cheesiest line. “Oh really?” you chuckle. Eddie takes another step, finally closer than you would have ever hoped.

“I think I’d like to know what would happen if I just leaned down and kissed you,” Eddie says with a slight bend to his neck, peering down at you. Your cheeks immediately redden. Before you have the chance to overanalyze your next words, Eddie’s lips are on yours. His warm, gentle hands upon your cheeks. Shock runs through your body. The signals almost painful as they reach the tips of your limbs.

Then something shifted within you. You felt a burst of adrenaline rush through your chest. Suddenly, you are leaning into his kiss. You slowly trace your tongue along Eddie’s lips. His lips begin to part ever so slightly. Your arms circle his neck, pulling him closer. He lowers his hands down from your cheeks, tracing the tips of his fingers down your torso, and finally onto your waist. You feel a gush of strength pull your waist forward, closer to Eddie’s belt line.

You feel his hands travel underneath your shirt, exploring your lower back. The hands you expected to be cold, now confirmed to be as smooth and tender as you dreamed. As you continue to pull him closer, you feel his hands reaching towards your ass. You take small, rapid breaths between each embrace. Eddie’s tongue meeting yours with an increasing force. He grabs the back of your upper thighs, picking you up. You adjust your arms around his neck to better support yourself. He promptly drops you back down on the table, onto his vest. You let out a gasp.

You have imagined this moment, accepting that it would never be true. Eddie holds your waist so tight it almost hurts. You wrap your legs around him, bringing him closer. Finally, Eddie leans over you with his hands on your waist. His breath heavy against your lips. You can feel a bulge rub against your thigh. You moan, finally leaning away from your thoughts and into your instinct and needs. You begin to rock your hips back and forth against his waist.

Eddie begins to take sharp breaths, looking down at your hips and back at your eyes. There is a sudden hesitation in his touch now. “I’m sorry,” he said. “This doesn’t really happen,” he stumbled over his words, pushing a piece of his hair back from your face. You finally feel comfortable enough to give him a true smile. “You have nothing to apologize for,” you say while grabbing the back of his hair and pulling him into a deeper kiss.

Eddie begins to dig his hips into your own. You are so wet. You can’t stop thinking about the fact that he had to know. He moves his kisses from your lips, falling to your chin, and finally onto your neck. You moan into his ear, moving your hands from his hair to his upper back.

Eddie finally found his hands under your shirt again. He slowly crawls his hand to your nipple. You gasp as he places it between his two fingers and gives an abrupt squeeze. Your hands begin to lower to his hips, determined to feel him. You distinctly feel how hard his cock is. It was so evident through his jeans. You begin to rub the base of your palm against him, wanting nothing more than to touch him skin to skin. Eddie leans closer to you. You could feel his pick necklace hitting your upper chest with each grinding thrust.

“Eddie,” you say with an exasperated breath. “I don’t think I’ll be able to keep going. I won’t be able to stop.” He pulls his mouth to your ears, kissing closer to your cheek. “Do you want to stop, beautiful?” You laugh half-heartedly, “Fuck no.” You slowly lean up, using your arms as support and guiding Eddie with you. You drop from the table, keeping your eyes on him. You turn around, leaning your back onto his chest. Your chin held high, exposing your neck. You hold his hands back. His body feeling perfect against your skin. His hair brushing alongside your shoulders. Eddie releases a sharp breath that blows the hair past your face.

Both of you breathing heavily as you begin to unbutton your jeans and grind your ass further onto him. You slowly lean forward, creating distance between you both. You lean onto the table, almost resting fully on top of it. You slowly pull your jeans down, shimmying the waistband side to side. You reveal your panties. What an unexpected introduction to this part of yourself. You slowly move your hands back to the table, allowing Eddie to do the rest if he so chooses.

Eddie begins to tug on your jeans. He struggles between slowly bring them down and forcefully ripping them off. With grace, he pulls your jeans down in a swift motion. Euphoria rushes through you. You feel his hand on your lower back. Eddie pauses, almost to take in the sight of you bent over for him. “Fuck, y/n,” he says in shaky, quiet tone. He takes in a quick shot of air.

Suddenly, Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you up. He spins you around faster than you thought possible. He drops you onto the table and slowly got on his knees with eyes fixated on yours. You take shuttered breaths as he slowly lowers your panties and frees them from one of your legs.

Eddie takes one good look at you and inhales a shuttered breath. He licks lips and twists the rings on his fingers. His eyes strictly on his hands. You find comfort in his nervousness. He slowly places his thumb onto your clit, softly beginning a circular motion. You breathe heavily, never having someone explore your clit before. His breathing became heavier the more he felt you. He squeezes your naked thigh. “You’re so damn wet, baby,” Eddie says in an almost disbelief.

With more circles, you catch yourself leaning further back onto the table. Your bare ass laying on his jacket. It’s rough, slightly uncomfortable texture providing an additional sensation to the experience. As you laid back onto your elbows with eyes closed, completely vulnerable, Eddie adjusts his hand and begins to circle your entrance with one of his fingers. With every new movement, he watches your expression to ensure that you are enjoying yourself and he did not go past what you’re comfortable with.

You continue to let out low moans. Your thighs continue to close, wrapping around him. Eddie whispers, “God damnit, you’re so tight.” You let out a whimper and try your best to keep your thighs down so you could feel everything. Eddie begins to kiss your inner thighs. It becomes harder and harder to stay quiet - as if anyone would be walking around in these woods anyway.

Eddie notices the shift in your body language: the movement in your hips, the way your hands brush through your hair. “I want you,” he says with a squeeze of your upper thighs. “Please,” escapes his lips. You whine as your clit aches for his tongue. “Eddie,” you whisper as you gently push his head down.

Eddie’s kisses get closer to your pussy. You’re dying under the pressure from your clit. You need him. You need all of him. His hands grip your thighs and pull you closer to him. His lips finally clasp around your clit. You let out a moan, increasing your volume. His tongue lightly flicks your bean. You continue to be impressed by how gentle he really is, as though you initially perceived him to be rough. Two fingers begin to circle your opening now, slowly pressing in. Your hands now tangled in and tugging on your hair. You need him. You desperately need him inside of you.

Eddie quickens the flicks of his tongue, while pushing his fingers deeper. You slam your thighs together as his fingers curl within you. You feel a sensation you’ve never felt before. A sensation you couldn’t possible achieve on your own. Eddie begins to suck on your clit, driving you mad. Your hand now deep within his brown locks. Fingers gripping his curls at the root. Eddie slowly thrusts his fingers within you, all while sucking your clit and maintaining a consistent rhythm. You feel a tightness in your stomach. You feel your toes begin to curl...

“Oh, Eddie. Please don’t stop,” your grip on his hair tightens. Eddie feverishly sucks and lightly nibbles on your clit. His fingers pressing in and out with quick motions. His other fingers circling your nipple. Your breathing begins to quicken. Your body begins to tremble and becomes overwhelmed with any new affections. Eddie thrusts deeper into you, harder now, continuing to curl inside of you. His breathing heavies as he increases his speed. He watches with adoring eyes and a gaping mouth his fingers disappear within you.

“Eddie, I-I,” you’re unable to complete your thought, so overwhelmed with a rush of pleasure. “Cum baby, I want it. In my mouth. Please,” Eddie says with a smile. His eyes fixated on you, determined to see your face as you cum for him. He quickly returns to his rhythm, leaving you weak. The quick thrusts of his fingers and tongue lapping of your clit leave you with a strong rush of release. You quickly clasp your hand around your mouth, never allowing yourself to be too loud. Although, a moan loud enough for you both to enjoy escapes from your lips. Your other hand deep within his beautiful hair. Your thighs tight against his ears, leaving him little to no air.

Eddie moans alongside you, enjoying your muscles tighten around his fingers. His unoccupied hand pulling one of your thighs closer to him. His body stiff against your body. Without hesitation, Eddie begins to lick away all of your release, taking his time. He slowly pulls away from your throbbing pussy. He begins to kiss your thighs again. You find yourself thankful as you are so close to being overstimulated. Never wanting his touch to become painful. As your back flattens against the table, you feel Eddie’s hand traveling up your stomach; still wet from you.

“Y/n?” Eddie said in an almost whisper as he began to stand up. You look down towards his face with such exhaustion, as if you had just woken from a nap. It was enough to make him chuckle. You could see your release glistening from his shaven chin. You shoot up and kiss his chin, leading your kisses towards his beautiful thick lips. “Eddie,” you pull away while shaking your head, “that was-” “Amazing?” he interrupts with a nervous laughter. You quickly nod, releasing a quick breath. Eddie smiles. He pushes back a strand of your hair before landing his hand perfectly onto your cheek. “Are you going to be okay for the rest of the day?” Eddie says. You giggle. “I may need a new pair of panties, but I think I’ll manage.” Eddie laughs alongside you. “I think I know what you mean. I can feel all this pre-cum.”

You smile and place your hand onto his chest. “Well let’s at least make it worth it,” you say softly. Your other hand reaches down to the tops of his thighs, feeling a rock-hard cock pressing tightly against his jeans. That oughta hurt, you think. A smile comes across your face as you revel in how girthy his cock feels. You let out a breath, desperately wanting his cock in your mouth.

As you trace your fingers to his belt buckle, Eddie stops your wandering hands. You look at him with clear confusion on your face. Eddie takes a good look at your expression and laughs to himself, such a devious laugh. He slowly shakes his head “no,” with a smirk on his face. He leans in for the softest kiss you have ever experienced before, while helping you put your panties back on. He then reaches down for your pants. Reluctantly, you follow Eddie’s lead as he supports your balance when you put your jeans back on, one leg at a time. With a furrow to your brow, Eddie smiles to himself again.

“Don’t worry, I’ll see you again next week.”

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paperbackribs · 6 months

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The Gift (10 of 15) (Witch Steve AU)

previous: Chapter 9 Nothing, But Not a Negative next: Chapter 11 Midnight Movie (NSFW) Content: steddie fic, 3.8K words, general rating: E, CW: Ableist language is used as a slur against Steve.

Last chapter, Steve confessed his new feelings for Eddie to Robin and, together, they found a musical connection to the film Sabrina in the song La Vie En Rose. This chapter, Steve picks up the kids from Hellfire while an old enemy intrudes.

Chapter 10 Relearning to Stand

Steve leans against his maroon bimmer, feeling like an idiot. How does a guy forget how to stand? Just hips against the steel of the car door, right? But he’s convinced he looks stiff and unnatural, and Eddie’s going to come through the school doors and immediately clock that Steve is being weird.

He’s going to know that Steve is having thoughts that he shouldn’t and, somehow, through some terrible, unnatural coincidence will figure out that Steve can see through his new hazel eye, that’s Steve’s a gross voyeur, and that he never wants to talk to Steve again.

Because he can’t lean against the damned car properly.

He groans looking out at the wide cement parking lot by the red-bricked Hawkins High building. It’s not yet dark, the air still warm with the blue of the sky giving way to streaks of pink and orange. But they try to end Hellfire a little earlier these days. Post ravenous, town-mob and all.

Parked beyond Eddie’s white van, at the edge of the lot, is a brown station wagon with a small group of people chatting by it and, other than a couple of other teens by the building, there’s no one else here to witness Steve fidgeting as he works out how to master the basics of positioning his body like an adult man.

He learnt to crawl backwards first, after all, Steve thinks caustically.

In a burst of sound that Steve feels he’d recognise even if he were wholly sightless, the junior Hellfire club members exit the school. Mike leads the way, pushing the double doors open in one go as if he’s showing off. Seeing his glance towards Will, Steve thinks that maybe he is.

A horrifying feeling of cold dread rushes through his body: is he as obvious as Mike?

No, Mike is a dramatic little shit. Steve is level-headed in comparison.

Will, Lucas, and Dustin follow behind Mike with Eddie and Erica bringing up the rear. The latter seemingly educates Eddie in some matter or other while the older boy nods solemnly before looking up and seeing Steve. His face lights up and he raises his hand in greeting.

Steve quickly straightens at Eddie's attention even as he smiles back reflexively, but his abrupt movement causes him to unexpectedly fall off balance. He pushes a hand against the car, pretending to have done it on purpose. To no one’s belief apparently since the first thing Dustin does is frown with concern as he approaches.

“Are you okay, Steve? Is it your eye?”

As much as some people avoid looking at Steve directly now, there is something refreshing about the party’s easy willingness to address the (white) elephant in the room. Steve reminds himself of this even as he’s exasperated that a stumble has Dustin suddenly diagnosing him with fatal clumsiness by virtue of some small amount of impaired vision.

“I’m fine, butthead. Get in.” He shoves the boy towards the car, pushing him by the curls at the top of his head. Dustin automatically bats at him even as he willingly moves under Steve's casually commanding hand.

Steve turns back just as Eddie reaches him, wide mouth stretching into a welcoming grin. “Stevie,” he begins.

“Hey, murderer!”

The party as a group stiffens, bristling as Jason Carver approaches them. He’d walked in from Steve’s blind side and Steve hadn’t even felt him coming since the angry jock had his attention firmly set on Eddie. Jason has his head down near his shoulders while he storms forward, as if ready to tackle Eddie right here in the parking lot.

It wouldn’t be the first time a fight’s broken out in the Hawkins lot, Steve grimly thinks. But, as he checks the near-empty area, he’s surprised to find that Jason’s alone; he figured his teammates would be by his side.

When quietly telling them about Jason's hunt for Eddie during the latest Upside Down episode, Lucas had shared Patrick and Andy's contributions as they followed close behind their team captain. Patrick may be dead now, the third victim of Vecna's murderous spree, but Andy should be here at the very least, let alone the other members of the basketball team that undoubtedly still follow Jason's lead.

Eddie’s face, which had tensed, now smooths out into a terrifyingly blank expression. “Can’t you think of something more original, Carver,” he drawls.

“Oh, I think that I’ll stick with the truth, murderer. You think you’ve gotten away with killing Chrissy, but you’ll get yours,” Jason's tone is as venomous as the harsh expression on his face.

Steve is unnervingly reminded of Max describing the maliciousness of Vecna's hallucinations, the manipulations that swayed her because the speaker spoke as if carrying the whole truth of the world in their words. He doesn't believe a damned thing that Jason Carver will ever say, but he worries about its effect on others. On people surrounding Eddie. On Eddie himself.

Eddie’s slightly in front of Steve, so he sees his shoulders tighten even further, but he only calmly replies, “Whatever you want to think, Carver. I didn’t do anything, and Hawkins PD happens to agree with me.” He leans in to say with a quiet deadliness, “You were there, you should know better.”

Jason shakes as if he can’t help himself at the memory. Steve had never seen Chrissy, Patrick or Fred's violent and unnatural deaths, but he thinks of Eddie releasing a shuddering breath as he described watching Chrissy crack and he pushes himself forward, stepping in front of Eddie.

“That’s enough. Get going, Jason, there’s nothing here for you.” Steve tries to square his body enough that the others could be forgotten behind him.

One long finger points at him, ragged nail right in his face, Steve notes with annoyance. Jason spits, “Satan is the great blinder; of the mind, of the spirit, and he leaves his mark on his faithful.”

Steve rolls his visible eye, further annoyed that the full effect is probably lessened from the white of the other. “That doesn’t even make sense. I worship the devil, so he takes my sight? How many basketballs have you taken to the head?”

“Better than being a cripple,” Jason maliciously hisses.

Before Steve even has a moment to process the slur, a rush of black leather and brown hair flies past Steve to fiercely push Jason backwards. The jock is so surprised that he trips and stumbles back to fall on his ass, staring open-mouthed at a glowering Eddie.

Steve forgets processing his reaction in favour of stifling a laugh at Jason’s stupid, shocked face.

“You want to try saying that again, asshole,” Eddie growls, his voice inexplicably deep and threatening. The metal persona that Steve usually thinks of as a simple aesthetic and social armour abruptly seems palpable, hostility radiating from the man in front of him like it will become sharp edges that Jason will find himself cleft and serrated against.

Almost open mouthed himself and left speechless by Eddie's reaction, Steve further realises that Eddie is not simply posturing when the other boy purposefully steps closer to the fallen jock, blazing eyes fixated on his quarry while he casually cracks his knuckles in anticipation of using his fists.

Steve not seen Eddie this mad, ever. For a moment, a part of him is stupidly attracted to the dark violence Eddie seems capable of unleashing. Made all the more hotter from the restraint that he usually exercises.

He looks at Eddie's glowering face and thinks that he'd like to trace the lines now bracketing his mouth or, perhaps, just stick his tongue down his throat and call it a day. But Dustin makes a surprised sound and the smarter version of Steve, the one aware of the proximity of the kids, kicks in. Hurriedly, he wraps a restraining hand around Eddie’s wrist, who immediately tries to tug out of his tight grip.

“Eddie,” Steve says soothingly, willing the other boy to calm down. He doesn't want Eddie to get in trouble for inciting violence against one of the supposed golden boys. Not over a stupid comment from someone who has as much weight of an opinion with Steve as a dying cockroach.

Jason scuttles back as Eddie tugs again, though it seems halfhearted after Steve's gentle urging. Nevertheless, the movement has Jason's eyes widening in fear and Steve sombrely wonders at how much shit Eddie has been taking from these Bible thumpers that Jason hadn’t thought he would fight back.

Eddie pauses, taking an audible breath before leaning in closer to Steve. Their shoulders subtly touch to create a wall of solidarity against Jason, the brick of Hawkins High a bleak backdrop framing its cowering basketball captain. “Get out of here, Carver. No one cares what you think. Didn’t Chief Hopper tell your mommy and daddy what would happen to you if you continued to harass us?”

Jason pales slightly as he pushes himself up, brushing off the knees of his jeans if to give a sense of nonchalance. Yet his fingers tremble as he shoves them into his green and white varsity jacket and the threat must land because he sneers a “whatever” before turning on his heel and stomping off. His receding back small and inadequate against the falling evening sky.

Steve looks around the empty parking lot, frowning in confusion as he asks, “Where are his lackeys?”

“Nancy’s masterminded a rumour through the news club and the cheerleaders,” Erica’s voice comes from behind Steve.

When he looks back at her, she too has paled and is gripping her elbows as if to keep herself steady. He's reminded of the distant look on her face when she'd shared about being chased down by Andy at the front of the Creel house. The thin thread of her voice as she described being hunted and wrestled to the ground by the large athlete.

Lucas steps up behind her to hug her to his side. An expression of gratitude runs through her before she continues, dark eyes heating. “It’s funny, hey. That Chrissy’s boyfriend is so keen to pin her death on someone who never even knew her. Even after one of his close, personal friends was murdered right ‘next’ to him. Yet somehow, the cops never thought to question the guy calling for more violence through a wild mob.”

Erica looks less scared and more vindictive the further she explains, “And isn’t it scary how Chrissy was sad a lot before it all happened? How she had told the cheer squad that she needed some space from her boyfriend.”

Dustin cocks his head. “Wait, is this what you girls and Will have been doing?”

Erica sniffs, “That and our hair, cowpuncher. Sometimes a woman just needs a little civilisation.” Steve’s pretty sure she’s quoting Nancy at the end there; he remembers her saying something similar when she’d ditched him once for Barb, minus the insult.

“That’s pretty clever,” Mike says in admiration.

“Just stating the facts,” Erica bares her teeth in a semblance of a grin. Steve’s glad to see the fight returning to her, wishing he could have done more to ease that tense expression on her face as Jason left them.

He looks over his shoulder to check on Eddie, but he’s got his head turned slightly, absently looking out to the trees beyond the school. “Eddie?” Steve calls out, sliding his hand up to his shoulder to give him a little shake. Not liking how still and quiet he is.

Eddie remains still for a half second before turning back to the group. If it weren’t for the slight tightness of his eyes, Steve might have thought he’d shrugged off the encounter. “Time to go, little lambs.” He turns to Steve, jester's smile firmly in place. “I’ll leave them to you, Sir Steven the Brave,” he waves an extravagant hand before turning to stride over to his van.

Steve quickly looks over his shoulder to see the kids starting to argue over shotgun and leaves them to jog over before Eddie leaves. He’s already in the van, unlit cigarette waiting between clenched teeth, and inserting the key in the few seconds it’d taken Steve to reach him.

“Eddie, wait!”

Eddie pulls the slim stick from his mouth before wearily glancing through the open window. “What is it, Steve? I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to a nice, quiet joint and some nice, loud music. I don’t think it’ll be your scene.”

Since he hasn’t been able to stand getting high after being beaten and injected with mind-altering drugs by Russians, Steve is inclined to agree. But he doesn’t want Eddie to leave, alone, with the weight of Jason’s accusations on his shoulders.

He digs into his back jean's pocket and pulls out a light blue sachet that Steve had folded and sewn together using a soft cotton handkerchief. He doesn't point it out, but he thinks his neat stiches may rival the ones he had once inspected on Eddie's vest. He remembers sitting on his mothers settee, still grimy from their week traipsing in and out of the Upside Down but needing to take a moment in his relief that they had all made it out alive. That Eddie was awake and okay in the hospital.

He had finally pulled off the rough denim of Eddie's vest from his aching torso and stared down at the clothing that had come to feel like its own Witch's talisman: an act of compassion becoming a type of adventurer's companion, staying with him through thick and thin. Possibly even protecting his open wounds from the toxic world that they were exposed to: even from people without an ounce of power, gestures and intent can develop into a powerful shield.

He'd traced the practised stitches around the Dio patch, similar to the precision Steve has after a lifetime of creating his own talismans, and wondered what else he and Eddie may have in common.

Now, he shoves the small charm into Eddie's hand resting on the steering wheel, not letting him say no. “Here,” he says.

Eddie looks at him, bewildered, before bringing the sachet up to his nose. “It smells good,” he says in surprise.

“It’s got a little lavender and chamomile to soothe the mind, lemon balm for relaxation, and some passionflower to help you sleep.” Steve knows that Eddie’s not quite right yet when he passes on the opportunity to make a crack about passion in the bedroom. Yet, the other boy still has a small smile on his lips as he draws the blue pouch down.

“Thanks, Stevie.”

“Give me a minute,” Steve grins, “you haven’t seen the best part.” He glances around quickly; the kids are still talking over each other and everyone else seems to have left the parking lot.

He leans through the window and holds his finger up pointedly to make sure Eddie follows as he lightly touches the material.

A pearly white glow starts from the centre of the pouch, just a little circle until it pulses once, then twice before spreading like molasses, slowly transforming the blue cotton into a light ivory gold. A brief movement obscures its corner before revealing a small, silver etched chalice.

Eddie gasps, his eyes flicking to Steve like he’s trying to verify that what he is seeing is real. Steve nods, his grin deepening at Eddie’s reaction. This is just as fun as showing Robin that he was telling the truth by lighting candles without matches.

“Just a little magic, for you.” Steve mischievously waggles his eyebrows, happy to see Eddie’s eyes crinkle back in amusement. “But that will activate it, you should sleep just fine now.”

Eddie looks back down at the no-longer glowing pouch, but regarding it like it still pulses with Steve’s magic. “I think, Stevie, that you never cease to amaze me. It’s always something with you.”

Steve laughs bashfully, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Us Witches are pretty amazing.”

Eddie bites down on his lip, “Yeah, that’s right.” His mouth curves upwards in a coy smile before he looks away to the front of the van, abruptly clearing his throat and turning the key that had been waiting in the ignition. A softly wailing guitar sounds out of the stereo, accompanied by a man singing of dreams and strange changes.

“Eddie,” Steve beams, elated at having caught the metalhead with such a slow tempo song, "is that a love ballad?"

Eddie rolls his eyes, leaning over to fast forward the tape. He pops the stop button as he lightheartedly scolds Steve, “I contain multitudes, my sorcerous sovereign. Anyway, Van Halen is as metal as it gets.”

He winks at Steve, "Perhaps I'm the one that needs to give you a mixtape." Steve feels his cheeks warm slightly at the implication of Eddie giving him a gift associated with romantic intentions even as Eddie blithely continues, "Have to refine that pop taste somehow."

The engine starts and Eddie says his goodbyes before peeling out of the parking lot, now accompanied by pounding drums and pulsing guitars that thunder through his open windows. Steve stares after the van for a moment, Eddie’s smile lingering in his thoughts before Dustin’s voice pierces the air.

“Steve! Get a move on!”

Now that he isn’t distracted by Eddie, Steve realises that his count of the kids is off. He’s got one too many, he points out to the group still milling around the outside of his car.

Mike immediately tattles, “Lucas and Erica were supposed to get picked up by their mom.”

“She had a meeting and said that unless it was her or Steve driving us then I wasn’t allowed to go,” Erica rebuts.

“Okay,” Steve starts slowly, turning to the other boys. “Then why didn’t you organise someone else?”

Mike just shrugs and Dustin begins digging into his backpack, clearly not caring about this particular issue as he unearths a 3 Musketeers chocolate bar, unwraps it and bites with relish.

“Right. Well, it’s illegal, but we’ve done worse. Erica, you sit on Lucas’s lap in the back and that should fit you all.”

“What? Ew, no,” Erica protests.

“Then Dustin’s,” Steve negotiates.

“No, that’s grosser.” They both ignore Dustin’s obligatory squawk of protest. “Make one of the boys sit together. Actually...” She continues, with a sharp twinkle in her eye. “Dustin, you clearly called dibs and I respect the code. Lucas, you’re in the middle and Will, you sit on Mike.”

Will chokes, “What?”

“Come on, chop, chop.” Erica starts pushing Lucas’s back, who lets himself be manoeuvred with casual indifference.

Dustin doesn’t object since he's getting what he wants and, once settled, immediately starts to fiddle with the radio to find some music. Which leaves the two gangly teenagers eyeing each other warily outside the open car door. Steve shrugs and swings into the front seat, they’ll work it out.

Finally, he hears a huff before Will throws himself into the backseat instead and gestures for a red-faced Mike to sit down, who gingerly perches on Will’s knees, long form bent over, and hand stabilised against the roof.

Steve rubs at the bridge between his eyes, hoping to stave off a headache at the idiots he's committed to keeping on as family. Objectively, the boys' position is worse because Erica may have at least been petite enough to hide from any passing cops.

“Seat belts,” he snaps with an edge of irritation. He doesn’t want to get pulled over for too many passengers when he’s already had people question whether he can still safely drive.

Having found nothing to his liking on the local stations, Dustin pushes the play button on the cassette player to see what’s on in there. A melody of trumpets blare loudly, followed by a deep, rasping voice:

Hold me close and hold me fast

The magic spell you cast

This is la vie en rose...

Dustin is hastily turning down the volume dial as Steve quickly reaches over to stop the tape. Their hands collide before Dustin sharply slaps him away. Steve squints at the road, deciding to concentrate on his driving; like a responsible babysitter, he maturely reminds himself.

“Who’s this?” Lucas leans in.

“Louis Armstrong,” Steve replies. He’d swung by Hawkin’s Records before his shift. They hadn’t had something as hoity-toity as Edith Piaf’s French version, which was the original sung in Sabrina. But Armstrong had made a cover that was featured in his greatest hits audio cassette. Steve had listened to it repeatedly in the parking lot until he’d had to go in to work.

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

La vie en rose...

“It’s nice,” Lucas says, folding his wiry arms over the front backrest to listen more closely.

“I’ll let you tape it some time,” Steve replies distractedly, thinking back to the confrontation in the parking lot.

“Is Jason always like that?”

“Yeah,” Lucas answers. “But the team doesn't join in anymore.”

“They used to,” Will calls out behind Mike’s shaggy black hair.

“Not anymore, though. And Eddie says to ignore it,” Dustin puts forward. “He says that they can bark like the little—" he cuts off, looking through the mirror at an unamused Erica, “dogs that they are. But that doesn’t mean squat when he’s free and they’re going to be sad jackasses for the rest of their lives.”

Steve can hear Eddie saying it already, but he doesn’t like that Eddie is shrugging this off when he had heard the venom in Jason’s voice.

Even if the jock had become toothless; no one, not even stoic Eddie, is going to have a peaceful life with that haunting him. He already has to live with having seen Chrissy and Patrick die. Then dying himself on top of it, Steve mentally adds to the tally. Eddie doesn’t need more on his plate.

A plate he’s not sharing with Steve. Eddie likes to take care of his problems by himself, Steve understands this, but he wishes the other boy would trust him enough to share the unpleasant stuff and not just about what films he likes to watch. To feel like Steve is someone in his corner.

It’s a process, Steve reminds himself as Lucas protests Dustin removing Armstrong’s cassette. Dustin passes the clear plastic case back with the song list and lyrics in apology, even as he pushes a new tape in. A gradual building of piano and guitar gains intensity as Freddie Mercury promises to work hard and pray right just for somebody to love. Mike and Dustin join in to sing along, loudly and badly.

After all, Eddie had trusted him enough to share about his family history and about those awful thoughts of worthlessness he’d had of himself. Steve had had to probe further to get Eddie to share about his feelings of dread at still living in the trailer, which Steve wouldn’t have thought to ask about unless he’d Seen that vision. But the important part is that Eddie had shared it at all, Steve reassures himself.

He can build on what they have and maybe, one day, Eddie will trust enough in Steve to allow him to take some of that weight off of Eddie’s shoulders.

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90s!Pregnant Hellcheer - First Kick

Re: your HellCheer pregnancy post - may I suggest that the first time Eddie kneels down to listen to the baby, he gets kicked in the ear? My mom told me I did that to my dad when she was carrying me. XD

@tygermama This is for you. Hope it’s alright and sorry that it took forever to write (and that it’s so short)

Another day, another quiet evening in the Munson home. Wayne had turned in a little early after dinner, leaving his two favorite people in the world outside enjoying the evening sky. The twinkling stars above were beautiful, but truly the the most incredible sight was Chrissy’s growing belly. Twenty-two weeks into her pregnancy and the ultrasound indicated that they were having a girl. A girl? A girl! They couldn’t be happier, this was especially true for Eddie. A decade ago neither of them could have imagined starting a family, yet here they were sitting under the stars after their latest appointment. Chrissy rubbed her growing bump, a pleasant smile across her face. She looked over and saw Eddie vibrating with delight, giggling as he tried to contain his bouncing.

“It’s a girl Chrissy, oh my god it’s a girl!” Eddie stated. “She’s gonna be the most beautiful girl in the world! She’s gonna look just like you!”

Chrissy placed her hand on his shoulder, “And she’ll look like you too, babe.”

The realization hit Eddie like a ton of bricks, “You’re right. She’s gonna look like a mini version of us.” His mind started to visualize their future little one, “She’s gonna have your eyes and nose and your cute ears!”

Chrissy felt her ears warm up, “Eddie she might get your eyes, maybe even your hair.”

He paused for a moment, eyes widening when another thought came up, “Wait, what if she has a blue and a brown eye? Oh my god that would be so cool! Right sweetheart?”

They continued on with their conversation before deciding who they wanted to tell first. It had to be Wayne, he needed to know, but that’ll be for tomorrow morning. For now Chrissy just wanted to rest her tired body upon the bench, smiling as she watched Eddie kneel down before her; rubbing her stomach so soothingly. There he was pressing many, many kisses along her womb, giving extra love to her stretch marks. She ran her lithe fingers through his curls, cradling him closer with nothing but adoration in her eyes.

God she was so warm, so soft, so supple. All he wanted to do was spoil her in everywhere possible, right now this was all that she wanted. Eddie turned his head and placed his ear on her budding flesh. A little sensation gently bumped against him. It happened again and then again.

He couldn’t hold back his tears, “She’s kicking? She’s kicking!”

Chrissy placed her hands on her abdomen, “She’s kicking.” She quickly grabbed Eddie’s hands and fastened them to her as well, “She’s there, Eddie.”

Eddie pressed his lips on her, “Baby, can you hear us in there? Can you hear us sweet, little angel?”

The answer came in another kick. Chrissy couldn’t believe it and neither could Eddie. She wiped away her happy tears, “Oh my god Eddie, she can hear us. Our little girl…”

Eddie leaned up and kissed her, hands still on her belly. They shared a long and affectionate smooch, laughing as the kicks came a little faster.

“Somebody’s jealous,” she chuckled. “Daddy’s little girl.”

He snickered, “Oh stop, I’ll love you both. Always and forever.” One more kiss to Chrissy’s lips and one on her belly. This was the perfect opportunity to practice his dad voice, “Hey, you gotta be nice to mama. Sharing is caring and we share in this house.”

She rolled her eyes, her smile still bright, “Eddie, she’s not even here yet, she doesn’t understand sharing.”

He held his chin, “You’re right. I’ll have to speak to her in a language she understands.” He then cleared his throat and began to imitate an adult in a Peanuts cartoon.

Chrissy let her laughter fill the open space as Eddie continued his best effort to translate his message; hopefully it had gone through.

#hellcheer #munningham #eddissy #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer fan fic #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #pregnant hellcheer #pregnant

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rosiesramblings · 2 years

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Oh What a Tangled Web We Weave

Fandom (shocking absolutely no one): Stranger Things, Steddie

WC: 1.2k

A/N: Cranked this out today :) I hope y'all enjoy. I'd like to dedicate this to @fickle-tiction I can't afford a ring so please accept this fic as a token of my love /lh /j I apologize for the frankly excessive use of italics lol.

Eddie didn’t really notice at first. He was so swept up in the absolute whirlwind that was dating Steve Harrington that he didn’t notice anything weird at all.

However, after a few months of dating, after many many (many) hours of kissing and cuddling and touching and mapping out the former King of Hawkins High, he could no longer deny it.

Steve freaked out when Eddie touched his thighs.

The first time Eddie was aware that something was off, they were driving to Hellfire together. Steve in the passenger seat, only white-knuckling the armrests a little bit at Eddie’s driving. Eddie took one hand off the wheel and rested it on Steve’s thigh, in an attempt to be as close to his boyfriend as physically possible.

For a moment, Eddie kept up his mindless chatter. However, when Steve stopped adding little noises to show that he was listening, Eddie glanced at him.

“Stevie? You with me?”

“Yup,” Steve said, almost an octave higher than his normal voice, back ramrod straight and face red.

Eddie took in his boyfriend’s body language and quickly retracted his hand. “Sweetheart, if you’re ever uncomfortable with something I do, I need you to tell me.”

“No! That’s not what’s happening here, not at all,” Steve rushed to reassure him, grabbing his hand and interlacing their fingers.

They pulled up to the Wheeler’s house, and Eddie shook off the feeling that Steve wasn’t being completely truthful with him. “Okay, baby, but promise me you will tell me if I ever cross a line?”

Steve muttered something about having had Eddie up his ass probably demolished any lines that were ever between them, but Eddie raised an eyebrow and Steve promised to let him know if he ever did anything he was uncomfortable with.

The second time it happened, they were mid makeout. Eddie had Steve pinned against the wall, and tried to do that thing where he lifted the man up off the ground by his thighs. Key word: tried. Steve immediately froze, stopped responding to Eddie’s advances and even stopped breathing.

Concerned, Eddie immediately set him back on the floor and stepped back to give him space. “Hey, breathe, baby. Just breathe. You’re ok.”

But rather than Steve on the verge of a panic attack, which he expected, he was met with that embarrassed flush on his face. He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, before clearing his throat and calling out a “sorry.”

“I wish I knew what you were apologizing for, honey,” Eddie said, still concerned but confused as well.

“...Got lost in my head,” Steve mumbled after a moment. “Want to watch a movie? I stole Labyrinth from Family Video.”

Eddie squinted at Steve, trying to piece him together. He couldn’t figure him out. Finally, he relented. “You have popcorn?”

“Obviously.”

The third time it happened, Eddie couldn’t keep his mouth shut. For a moment, he forgot that they weren’t alone, in fact were in the middle of game night, surrounded by the rest of the “older kids” in their little world-saving posse.

In the middle of Monopoly (a game he was absolute shit at, by the way) Eddie absentmindedly leaned against Steve, bracing himself on Steve’s thigh.

Just like clockwork, Steve stiffened. Eddie caught on quickly, and without thinking, sprung up from his previously relaxed position.

“Okay, I’m sorry, but we are going to talk about this,” Eddie said, facing his boyfriend, who suddenly looked extremely guilty. “Stevie, baby, if you don’t want me touching you, if I’m making you uncomfortable, I need to know. I’m not going to be mad, or upset, or whatever it is you think I’m going to be, but relationships are based on fucking trust, and I need to be able to trust that you will tell me when something's wrong.”

Steve rubbed a tired hand over his eyes, face once again burning. “... It’s not that, Eds. I promise.”

“Then what the fuck is it?” Eddie asked disbelievingly.

Suddenly, hysterical laughter rang out. Eddie and Steve turned to face Nancy goddamn Wheeler, who was laughing like Eddie had just told the funniest joke she’d ever heard.

Steve’s face, impossibly, got redder. “Shut up, Nance,” he mumbled.

Nancy wiped the tears from her eyes. “You’re telling me he doesn’t know yet? How the hell did you pull that off? I think I found out within two days of us dating.”

“Yeah, well, the Steve Harrington that you dated hadn’t been through a Russian interrogation yet,” Steve snarked back. “It definitely... gave me a better poker face”

“Christ on a crutch, what the fuck are we talking about?” Eddie was this close to pulling out his own hair.

Steve squirmed where he was sitting, hand coming up once again to cover his eyes. “I’m sorry, Eds, it’s just… “ he made a noise at the back of his throat that was almost a whine. “I’m like… really ticklish ok?”

“... What.”

Steve huffed out a despairing breath. “It’s the worst on my thighs, and I know you, Eddie Munson. I knew the second you found out, I’d never fucking know peace again, so I tried to just… power through it whenever you touched me. I didn’t mean for you to think you were the problem,” Steve peered up at him guiltily.

Eddie blinked. Processing.

“I still don’t know how you managed to hide it for months,” Nancy giggled. “You two are way more touchy than we ever were.”

Steve looked at Nancy with a glare. “Eds doesn’t have your nails, Nance, Jesus ChriHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIST.” His retort ended with what could only be described as a scream-laugh. All eyes in the room snapped down to where Eddie was now mercilessly kneading his thighs, just above his knees.

“You’re telling me, you let me think that you had a problem with me touching you, for months,” Eddie squeezed harshly, “Because you didn’t want to get tickled?”

“OHOHOHMYGOD, Eddie plehehehheehehehease,” Steve was begging already, shaking his head back and forth and making his hair flop into his face.

Eddie couldn’t keep up the pissed-off charade for long, though. Steve was just too fucking cute. He lightened his touches and started climbing higher, laughing when Steve cackled desperately.

“Don’t you ‘Eddie, please,’ me,” he said. “I have been agonizing over this for ages. You deserve this and more, asshole.”

“Ihihihihihi’m sohohohoOHOHOHOHRRY,” Steve called out, tears trickling down the sides of his face.

“Yeah, you’re gonna be, by the time I’m fucking through with you,” Eddie muttered.

“Don’t kill him, Eddie,” Robin, of all people, spoke up in Steve’s defense. “I need my job buddy.”

Eddie gave one last squeeze to Steve’s legs before letting go, noticing Steve’s face was a little too red for comfort. “You’re lucky you’ve got Buckley in your corner,” Eddie said, still playfully angry.

Steve rolled to one side and curled up, still laughing. “Fuhuhuhuhuhuck, Eds. Yohohou trying to kihihihihihill mehehehe?”

“I’m so not sorry, baby,” Eddie said, tossing his hair dramatically over his shoulder. “Actions have consequences.”

Steve held up his middle finger in response. Eddie laughed and shook his head.

“You were right, though, Stevie.”

“Whahahat?”

“You’re never going to know peace again.”

“Gohohoddammit.”

#stranger things #stranger things fic #tickle fic #steddie #tickling #tfb community #eddie munson fluff #ler!eddie munson #sorry the tickling is kind of short #I am starting to understand everyone's distaste for writing tickle scenes lol

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livingkore · 2 years

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The Perfect Girl (Part 3)

Part 1 - PART 2

TW: drugs, mention of miscarriage (not reader’s though), curse words, silly grammar mistakes ‘cause English is not my first language.

Notes: Dustin is the most loyal friend ever, we don’t give him enough credit. Also writing like 8 characters at once is a ChallengeTM. Also it was so interesting to use the whole grief process to develop a character, I’m having so much fun. I hope you’re too, see ya in chapter 4 <3

Eddie and Y/N froze like two deers in the highlights.

"What's the problem, freak?" Jason rolled up the sleeves of his black suit. "Hasn't one girl been enough for you, huh?"

Eddie smiled. Not because it was a funny situation but because it was a terrible habit he had whenever he was nervous. And he knew that one day he’d have to pay the price for it because it would get him into trouble.

He didn't know that day was today.

He stepped back ready to run but Patrick and Andy grabbed him by one arm each.

"Jason, come on. This is ridiculous." started Y/N with a shaky voice.

"Don't worry, sweetie. You don't have to look, this freak won't bother you anymore after this, isn’t that right?"

The cheerleader saw the moment Jason's fist got into contact with Eddie's cheek. The impact didn't make an incredibly noise but she felt herself yell when the Dungeon Master groaned in pain.

"That was for Chrissy and this" he hit him again "This is for thinking you can go around and ruin Y/N reputation, you piece of shit."

It was at the fourth hit that Y/N's body filled up with enough adrenaline to react.

Her mind went blank, she couldn't just stand there. She jumped on Carver's back trying to tackle him into the floor with no avail.

"St-stop it, Jason" she panted.

"Get off me, L/N!" He exclaimed "People like him don't... deserve... kindness"

The head of the basketball team straightened up, a sudden movement that made Y/N catch her breath when her back fell into the floor.

Eddie, on the other hand, took advantage of the situation and freed himself of the other boys, grabbing Y/N by the collar of her shirt, forcing her to stand up.

"Get your hands off her!" Jason yelled but Eddie pushed her and himself into a boat and started the engine.

None of them said anything, they just watched as the basketball team members took their suits off, ready to swim.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Eddie repeated as the swimmers were faster than the old boat.

"What are we gonna do?" Y/N panicked "Maybe we can jump and--"

"No, there's no way you're jumping. I'll jump and you'll stay on the boat."

"Are you kidding me? This is not the time for--"

"Hey come on, we already have them" they could hear Jason telling Patrick.

"Stay back!" shouted Eddie swinging around an oar "Stay back!"

"You stay... back from... her!" yelled Jason out of breath because of the swimming.

"Can we talk about this, ple--" started Y/N.

"Shut up, L/N!" ordered Eddie with a stern look on his face.

"Excuse me?"

Then it all went to hell.

The engine died and the cheerleader and his friend felt a tug when they saw Patrick's hand on the boat. The metalhead was going to hit the boy with the oar and Y/N was going to scream and Patrick would have probably attempted to get on the boat before all of that, but none of that happened.

Instead, the basket ball player lifted through the air. The sound around became muted down and everything happened in slow-motion, as if Y/N was underwater.

"No, no, no, no, no, no..." whispered Eddie in horror.

The girl could barely see it from that angle but the boy's eyes went backwards and then she wasn't sure if she was going to vomit or if she was holding the most desperate scream of her life, because then Patrick's left leg broke in an unnatural direction, and then followed the right one and then both of his arms.

All her senses came back when Eddie screamed the most terrific scream, when Patrick's jaw opened until it broke, making a click sound that was heard by everyone. And then his eyes disappeared, leaving a horrific face on the corpse. Lastly, the body fell into the depths of the lake.

In a moment of clarity, thanks to the adrenaline, Y/N pushed Eddie to stand up and pulled him and herself towards the water.

Although the environment and the events were foggy in her head, she only knew they had to get away from there.

At one point they arrived at the shore. The cheerleader realized this, because she scraped her knees against the soil. Eddie also noticed it, and stopped moving to catch his breath. Being a regular smoker, he was having a harder time regulating his breathing.

Y/N didn't care, though. She couldn't afford to look if Jason was following them or not, so she grabbed Eddie's hand and started to run into the forest.

The shadows of the trees left behind, woke in her the static vision again. She kept on running, though.

"Hold on Eddie, we're almost-- Eddie?" she stop to look next to her but there was no one in sight.

"Eddie?!" she yelled "Eddie, where are you?!"She cursed. When did they got apart? And how? "EDDIE!" Y/N sobbed frustrated.

“Y/N...” the deep voice said in her head, embracing her in a chilling hug.

“NOT NOW, GODDAMIT. EDDIE!” She screamed and closed her eyes.

“Y/N time is running out”.

The girl opened her eyes, to find herself alone among the trees.

The adrenaline was coming down and she started to shake and cry.

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Y/N felt like a zombie straight out from those movies Janice liked to watch when having a sleepover.

She was a barely-walking mess, the events from last night going around her head over and over again, each time less believable as the lack of sleep started kicking in.

She went back for Eddie but after what seemed forever, she found a road and she gave up. She could only hope, he wasn't physically hurt.

The girl thought that her next plan could be searching for the others and tell them everything in hopes to find him more quickly. But, where were the others? It wasn't like she could return to the dock house, there was probably a police raid happening, if not for Eddie, because of Rick illegal activities or just the murder that took place. She couldn't just appear at school without the police starting to ask her questions. By now she was sure Jason told the police everything about last night.

Y/N sighed.

She remembered the way the basketball team was dressed. Was it a part of the 'revenge act'? Or was it Chrissy's funeral?

She felt a knot on her throat.

Did she really miss her friend's funeral? How long ago was it? What would Chrissy have thought? She'd have probably understood. She was always so nice.

A sob escaped from her. The sun was already up.

That was what Y/N thought as she walked through the cemetery.

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When you're running from the police and you live in a town where everybody knows each other, there's only one place where you can be sure nobody will snitch on you.

She heard her stomach complain and she wondered if Eddie was doing fine.

She didn't even know where Chrissy was buried or if she even was buried at all, nor she had brought her anything.

The cheerleader felt extremely guilty.

The way she found her friend in Eddie's trailer was the same way Patrick died, did that mean she died such a horrible death? Did Eddie have to live through that twice? The thought of that made her so angry and sad.

Chrissy didn't deserve that, nor Eddie, not even Jason, nor did Patrick. Why was the world so unfair? And why did it happened? What exactly happened?

Y/N remembered what took place last night but it went against everything she believed.

A person floating up...

A person floating up?

What a serendipitous moment to find Max Mayfield floating up in the air.

"Oh my god, what do we do? What do we do?" Asked a shocked Steve.

Y/N ran towards her new friends.

"Y/N hello there-- Y/N oh my fucking god, where the hell have you been? You know what? We don't have time for that, what's her favorite song?" yelled Dustin while searching for a specific cassette among a pile that was on the ground between them. "What's her favorite song?!"

"I don't know!" answered Mike in the same urgent tone.

"It's the Kate Bush one!" exclaimed a boy with coily hair and a basketball shirt.

"Well which one it is, Lucas. We're running out of time, here" Dustin looked like he was about to have a panic attack.

"Here" Lucas grabbed a cassette and with shaky hands put it in the walkman Max always carried around.

"Wh-what is happening?" Y/N managed to ask.

Steve turned up the volume, until they could hear a song Y/N recognized as Running Up That Hill.

She sat down with the boys and they all hugged her legs trying to pull her down.

"Come on, Max. Don't you dare die on us, you hear me?" Dustin shouted.

It was such a surreal experience to beg at somebody's shoes for them not to die, even more when they were floating up in the air.

"Max! Max!" the boys called for her.

Y/N hugged her like her life depended on it. She sobbed and held on tight, begging on silence that she wouldn't die, even though she didn't even know what was the plan. Just music therapy and pray for the gods? It was enough for her. She didn't think she could stand to see another kid die.

Max was so young and so was Chrissy.

Chrissy had her life ahead of her, and now she was gone. She was gone and Y/N couldn't even say goodbye. She was gone and now she was left with all this unsaid tenderness, this thought that she was -in a selfish way- her favorite friend of the cheerleaders group, a thought so shocking that she'd have to carry it to her own grave. A thought so obvious when the girl realized, she was the only one who treated her right among her girlfriends.

Her smile would dance forever in Y/N's head, an experience no one else would live in first person ever again.

"YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME, MAX!" she screamed.

They all fell forwards when the red-haired girl levitated even more into the air.

A knot formed in the cheerleader's throat.

Was that it? It couldn't be.

"Max! Please, Max!" the boys kept on shouting.

After what seemed forever, Max woke up with a gasp and fell down to the floor.

Everyone hugged her like she would disappear if they didn't hold on to her.

"We thought we lost you" sobbed Lucas.

"I'm-- I'm here, I'm still here" Max said with a smile.

"I'm sorry, Max" Y/N spoke between sobs "It's-- it's all over now."

Kate Bush stopped singing but everyone kept on holding each other for a few more minutes.

"Y/N, where is Eddie?" Dustin suddenly asked, which made them separate almost instantly.

"I don't know" she looked worried.

"What?" the freshman yelled "What do you mean you don't know? Weren't you with him?"

"I-- we" Y/N looked at the clear sky as if it would hold the answers "Patrick McKinney is dead. He-- what happened right now with Max, it happened to him too, and to Chrissy too. He was with us 'cause Jason came to beat Eddie up but we escaped and I lost him, and now there's no way they're gonna believe he's innocent and on top of that, I don't know what's going on, I don't know if he's safe or what the hell is happening in this damned town but I'm so tired!" The girl ended up sobbing nervously.

"Holy fuck" mumbled Mike.

"Hey, hey, hey Y/N look at me" Steve put his hands on her shoulders "We are okay, alright? Look at me, it's gonna be fine, we'll explain everything, right guys?"

"Yeah, yeah" said the others in unison.

"And we'll be fine, you'll be fine. Munson will be fine. Look at the dude, he managed hid from the police in this shithole for so many years, he'll survive." Steve looked at her with a gaze that she had seen before whenever he had to give a speech before playing a basketball match during his school years.

Y/N tried to giggle but it got mixed with another sob.

"So what is happening?" she asked, fear and curiosity in her tone.

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"...and right now Nancy is with Robin waiting for us, at home." finished Mike.

"Right, this... give me a moment, this is a lot to take in." said Y/N in the back of the car on their way to the school. "you're telling me you've been doing this for years?"

"Yep" answered Lucas.

"And so you've been having symptoms for a while, you say?" she looked at the redhaired girl.

"Yes. It started with the nightmares, then the headaches, and then the visions -I saw Vecna a couple of times, and then the clock" the girl answered.

"The clock?"

"Right, a grandfather clock, just like the one we've seen at Creel's house, but mine was a vision. It appeared in the middle of the school hall."

Could that be what was happening to Y/N? The mere thought made her shiver. It couldn't be, she haven't seen the clock, and the noise she heard, well it could be the noise of a clock but it sounded more like bells. But then again what was the difference? She didn’t have a grandfather clock at home.

"That's creepy" commented Mike.

"We've been through worse, don't you think?" asked Steve while driving.

Lucas was going to say something but the walkie talkie in Dustin's bag made a static noise that made everyone shut up and pay attention.

The boy with curly hair immediately took it out.

"He--nson? Whee-- anyone?" Y/N was faster than the freshman and stole the walkie talkie from him before the boy could even take a breath to speak.

"EDDIE? OH MY GOD EDDIE, ARE YOU OKAY?" she yelled.

"Hey!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Holy--- Y/N calm down, I'm trying to drive in here" Steve said.

"Sorry." she mumbled quickly "Eddie, where are you?"

"Y/N? How-- Are you okay?"

"Ugh, just give me that" Dustin grabbed the walkie talkie "You'll have time to catch up with your girlfriend later, Eddie. Now you have to tell me where exactly are you?"

The cheerleader could only hope the earth would open up and swallow her in that very moment.

"I'm at Skull Rock, you gotta come here, I--"

"We're on our way. How are you holding up, man? Are you okay?"

Y/N frowned. That was exactly what she had asked a minute ago.

"Nah, man, nah. McKinney is dead, man he---"

"We know, Eddie. We're on our way." repeated Dustin carefully.

"Can you-- Can you bring me a six pack?"

"Excuse us?" Max gasped outraged.

"Sure, Eddie. We'll talk--" Henderson brought his index finger up to silence his friend.

"And some food."

"Sure thing."

"And a pack of cigarettes."

"Jesus." commented Mike looking out of the window.

"Yeah, whatever you want. Just don't move from there, okay?"

"Yeah, man... yeah--"

Dustin turned off the walkie talkie.

"I don't have any cash on me, so..." announced Steve.

"What?" Dustin looked at him in disbelief. "You're literally a working adult! What do you mean you don't have any cash on you?"

"We're saving the world, Henderson. Excuse me for not thinking Vecna would accept a bribe, okay?"

"I think mom bought Holly some snacks, we can check out if they are still there when we get home." said Mike.

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"So Y/N this is Nancy, Nancy this is Y/N." introduced Steve once they were leaving the Wheeler's house.

"Yeah we--" started the cheerleader.

"We know each other." interrupted the eldest Wheeler with a tight smile.

"You do?" frowned the boy. "Where did you two meet?"

"At--"

"Y/N had a fight with Billy Hargrove and was way too drunk to go home alone after a game so I picked her up." Y/N frowned confused at the girl's lie. "Remember that day, Y/N?"

"Y-yeah... it was more like a stupid argument, really. No big deal, you know how Billy would get sometimes." Hawkins' sweetheart continued the lie looking at the big trees bordering the road, that indicating they arrived at the forest.

"And he left you drunk in there? What an ass--" Nancy elbowed Robin in the ribs and pointed to Max discretely with her head. "I mean-- what an... awesome dude, right?"

"Don't worry, he was an asshole most of the time." commented the redhead.

"Well, yeah..." agreed Y/N "but he could be nice, sometimes."

"Yeah, he was so nice when he almost broke my face." Steve said ironically.

"And when he threatened me" added Lucas.

"And when he tried to kill Eleven." continued Mike.

"Who's Eleven?" asked the cheerleader.

"Our friend. She's in California with Will right now, she has superpowers, long story but she’s so cool, like actually so cool." Dustin kept on leading the way, his eyes focused on his compass and a map.

Y/N looked at Nancy with a frown, searching for some kind of logical explanation but got even more confused when the girl said:

"Oh no- yeah, she definitely has superpowers."

"Hey, Henderson, you're going the wrong way." announced Steve aloud from behind the group.

"Nope, it's north! I'm positive I checked the map." exclaimed Dustin.

Harrington sped up to be next to his friend.

"You do realize that Skull rock is like a super popular place to make out?" asked the former student.

"Yeah, so?"

"Well it wasn't popular until I made it popular, alright?" Dustin raised his eyebrows exasperated. "Just follow me."

Steve turned radically to the left.

"Wait, where are we going?" asked Robin.

"To Skull Rock, that compass is wrong." announced her coworker.

"That compass is wrong, do you even hear yourself, Harrington?" sighed the boy with the hat.

After a few minutes of what seemed like they were walking back to the road, Steve exclaimed:

"Bada bim bada boom! There she is, Henderson! Skull Rock. In your face, man! In your stupid cocky little face."

Y/N almost opened up her mouth in surprise.

She didn't know what to expect but she didn't think the name would be so literal to the scene.

Why did it resembled so much to a skull? Was it a work of nature? How long has it been there? Did the dinosaurs hang around a rock that looked like the skull of a species that wouldn't walk the earth until so many years later? Did the erosion over time really do that? Or was it just a work of some art movement or artist? All the options seemed funny, specially the last one, considering not many people knew about the small town.

"It doesn't make sense" said Dustin mostly to himself.

"Nah, nah. Even when it's staring you right in the face, you can't admit it. You can't just admit that you're wrong, you little butthead."

"Woah, this is cool." commented Lucas circling around the rock.

"Right? It really looks like a skull." said Y/N.

"You didn't know this place?" asked Steve surprised.

"Well, no... no particularly, no. Why?" she asked back.

"Yeah, why Harrington?" a familiar voice behind their backs made them all jump from their place.

Right there stood Eddie Munson with dark circles around his eyes and his hands resting on his hips on a defensive posture, but still a smile on his face.

Dustin threw himself towards Eddie in a needed hug.

"EDDIE, OH MY GOD EDDIE, YOU'RE FINE. WE THOUGHT WE LOST YOU, MAN. WE THOUGHT YOU WERE A GONER."

"You're leaving me deaf, you butthead" the boy hugged him back.

They pulled apart and the metalhead stared at Y/N with a grin.

A victory grin.

A we-made-it grin.

An I-don't-know-what-the-hell-is-going-on-but-at-least-I-have-you grin.

An I'm-glad-you're-safe grin.

And at first Eddie thought she was looking back at him, but then he noticed her worried face.

Wasn't she glad to see him? He frowned, almost copying her pose.

He didn't know, though, that Y/N wasn't staring back at him, but at the grandfather clock behind him.

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vecnuthy · 2 years

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Snake Bites

Eddie and his partner/reader hit up the local piercing parlor for some additions. Eddie with snake bites. Eddie with snake bites!!

Eddie Munson x fem!reader (use of "she" literally just once)

Language, slight suggestive language, use of "babe," bit of fluff

Notes: Indiana didn't legalize tattooing until the early 90s, set in late 80s, could be AU Eddie or Eddie survived, but no mention of UD

Eddie loved to splurge every now and then on a new tattoo after saving for a while. He would pick from a whole slew of rough sketches that he had done over the years, ready to go to give to artists as a foundation to build a design from.

Tattoos, while you adored them on people, weren't your body modification of choice. You preferred piercings, which gave you a broad range of customization that better-appealed to you. You had plans to add to your ears, especially, dreaming about the stacks you would curate, and adding a nose ring to the mix was another goal, but god, the healing time for piercings could be a bitch, and you were just really getting started.

Piercings seemed to get more fashionable in general in the late 80s, which definitely worked in your favor. The trend booming among celebrities had trickled down to the common folk, and now Hawkins had its own piercing studio that definitely didn't have an underground tattoo parlor in the back, absolutely not. Your birthday was coming up, and you decided to take the leap and start adding more as a gift to yourself. The poster on the wall listed the names and placings, and looking at it both helped and hindered you. You wanted it all, if you were being honest with yourself, but you only had a budget to stick to. You settled on an orbital conch on your left and a helix on the right with dreams of another of both and a tragus joining them in the future. And you got the nose ring.

You sat on the padded chair and held up the mirror, admiring the latest additions on your nose and your (very angry and bloodshot) ears.

"Hey babe, look," Eddie said excitedly, appearing from nowhere by your side. The underside of his forearm materialized in front of your eyes to reveal his fresh tattoo, a sensibly-sized and updated version of the Hellfire demon head he had drawn all of those years ago.

"Oh wow, they did a really good job!" you praised, admiring the line work and how intensely the red and yellow popped against the black on the fresh ink. "Demon on the forearm, I love it. Do you like how they di--" You froze when you looked up at him and saw those.

"Eddie!" you gasped out quietly, eyes big.

His face stretched into that signature cheeky grin, which made him wince. "That's gonna be fun to deal with," he remarked dryly with his fingers touching below his mouth. He was visibly pleased, though.

Your brain was buzzing as you took in the sight of the two pieces of rounded metal placed perfectly under both sides of his plump bottom lip.

"You're gonna catch a fly like that," he said, voice low and playful as he mocked how your mouth was hanging open.

"Ohh, oh no," you laughed out, taking in how he looked. "No, this is going to be a problem."

His nose scrunched as he said in faux disbelief, "What, you don't the snake bites?"

Your still-opened mouth stretched into a wide smile, your glinting eyes snapping to his. "Babe."

"Ohhh, she does like them."

You did. A lot.

"Do they hurt?"

"A little pinchy," he brushed off. "What about yours? I've gotta say, that nose ring suits you."

You smiled at him, saying, "Stingy, especially the helix. I kind of want to add a septum to the mix now, but I think I'll save up a little more for it..." You trailed off when your gaze landed back on his lips. "What's the heal time?" Your voice was casual as you stood up. Too casual. He knew that play.

"Four to six weeks, supposedly," smirking again. His fingers found yours when you moved in close.

"Mmm.....that's a shame," you murmured before brushing a feather light kiss on his lips.

"So Mr. Munson, make sure to stick wi -- oh 'm sorry," the body piercer said, averting his gaze when he came on the scene. Your knuckles brushed under your nose bashfully and you pivoted from Eddie, who was completely unfazed, if not slightly amused by the intrusion.

"Soft foods and come back in a month or so for shorter bars?"

"Yep, and, um....be sure to keep the area clean."

Eddie snorted. You mouthed oh my god and shifted awkwardly.

"If you -- either of you have any issues, just come back by. Greg will have care pamphlets and cleaning solution for you guys at the counter."

"Thanks, man, I appreciate it," Eddie said, shaking the guy's hand, shit-eating grin still plastered on his face.

"Thank you!" you added, which he acknowledged with a nod before disappearing into the back of the store.

Eddie snorted out a couple more chuckles, wrapping you in a hug and kissing the top of your head before he realized what he was doing. He winced and hissed out, "Shit!" at the contact. "Yeah, this is gonna be a problem."

"Just wait until you think about the extent of how much of a problem they're gonna be."

He was lost in thought as you approached the counter, and he shot you a panicked look as the two of you paid. There it is, you thought and tried not to laugh when you took the bag of supplies from Greg and headed out the door.

"I fucked up," he whined out as soon as the door closed. You let the laugh loose and slipped your hand into his back pocket as you walked down the sidewalk back to the van.

"Fucked me up more like it, but look at me." He obliged. God he looked good with them. "No. No, you really didn't. Keeping them clean and unbothered, though," you laughed, "is going to be trying, to say the least, because I really just want to tackle you right now."

Eddie laughed at that, repeating "unbothered" derisively, which earned him a pinch from you through the thin material of his back pocket. He jerked forward with "Hey, buy me dinner first" and glittering eyes. "Actually, how about a stop at the diner to kick off this soft food diet of mine with a milkshake?"

"Love it, but you have to sit next to me. I can't look at you right now."

He didn't comply, of course. You should've known -- you did know better, and now there he was sitting across from you in all his Eddie Munson with snake bites glory, his arm thrown over the back of the booth for added effect. He spent the stay basking in a great deal of enjoyment at how you struggled not to smile every time you glanced at him and how the color on your cheeks bloomed when you looked away shyly.

"Babe, what are you going to do when I get little hoops for them?" he chuckled out as he pulled the straw out of his thick milkshake and stuck the bottom of it in his mouth.

A wave of cold then hot rippled through you at the thought and at the sight of what he was doing to that stupid straw. "You'll be healed by then and it'll be fair game."

His face morphed into that devilish grin that drove you insane, and you couldn't help but groan and lean your face into your hand. That contact, however, gave you a sudden, very rude reminder of the fresh addition to your nose, making you gasp out and plead, "Shit. What have we done?"

"What have we done!" he repeated dramatically in his Dungeon Master voice with his arms raised and fingers curled in the air. You laughed into your milkshake and kicked his shoe playfully under the table. "Fair game, huh?" he asked.

You cocked an eyebrow with a pointed look.

"'M looking forward to that." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Shit, me too," you said under your breath, looking off. Judging by the sound of his laugh, he definitely heard you.

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warmaidensrevenge · 1 year

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Loss

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Today I feel like I need to cry really bad. But I don't like to. It's just a big mess and I look ugly. So I wanted to write something a bit sad. So here goes nothing. I was inspired by Slipknots song Snuff and Jimmy Eat World song Hear You Me. Thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. Kay love ya bye.

Warnings: +18 Mentions of death, arguing, drug dealing/use, alcohol use, language, slight body insecurities, oral, smut, hurt, angst, and not proof read and no word count.

One shot

Summary: Tragedy makes you do shit you shouldn't. But your best friend doesn't give up on you. Eddie Munson will do whatever it takes to get you through it.

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When you first met Eddie he was 14 years old. He had just moved in with his uncle after his mom passed. At first you didn't like him. He was so loud and jittery. Constantly talking. But what made you actually not like him is when he kissed you on a dare. His buddies in the 8th grade dared him to kiss the 7th grade chubby nerdy girl. You were outside your next class reading Where the Red Fern Grows. You had started to cry when the little boy died.

Out of nowhere this kid with a shaved head came and sat next to you.

" Hey what's the matter?" He asked, sounding a little sad.

" Oh. Umm. It's just the book." You mumbled, wiping away your tears.

He plucked the book from your hands and looked over the cover.

" This is about dogs right?"

" Yeah. Kinda."

He looked at you and handed back the book. " You know a pretty girl like you shouldn't be crying. People will think you're a crybaby."

You looked at him to say something but he quickly kissed you.

When he pulled away you were so pissed. You balled up your fist and decked him.

He immediately grabbed his jaw and his eyes filled with tears.

" I-I.. I'm sorry." His voice broke.

You could tell he really was trying not to cry. You felt just a little bad. Maybe he didn't deserve to be nearly knocked out. But then again. This weirdo just kissed you.

You stood up and pointed your finger in his face.

" DON'T YOU EVER DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN! YOU CANT JUST GO AROUND KISSING PEOPLE!"

" I-I know s-sorry." He stuttered.

" Next time you do something that stupid. Ask permission!"

You stormed off to the girls bathroom and cried.

Ever since then you could not get rid of Eddie Munson. To him you were his best friend. To you he was merely an acquaintance. The rest of the 7th grade Eddie Munson was around. When he went to highschool he would get dropped off in front of your house just to walk you to and from school.

After school he would stay at yours until his uncle could pick him up. Which annoyed you like crazy. Sure Eddie was funny. But you could not stand him worth a damn.

But your parents did. You didn't know of they actually liked the dork. Or if they felt sorry for him being underprivileged. Either way they always liked having him around. Especially your dad.

You loved your dad more than anything in the world. It was because of him you gave Eddie a chance to be an actual friend. Your dad always gave you so much shit for being rude to Eddie. He would even make fun of you two. Saying one day you guys would get married and have tons of babies. Which you absolutely hated the thought of.

Once you got to highschool you and Eddie bonded more than you cared for. With the same types of problems you guys grew close. When he got older he calmed down. Not by much, but enough for you to actually be able to be in his presence longer than five minutes.

He put all that energy into his campaigns, and he started playing the guitar. Which was nice sometimes. He would go on tangents about how epic his storyline was for every campaign. He would get so theatrical that it was quite funny.

By the time you were a junior, Eddie was a senior. The bullying brought you guys even closer than before. He was bullied for being a "Freak". Long hair and rock music was not your peers norm. But for Eddie and you. It was. He was cool, and very nice. But others refused to see that.

They also refused to see you that way too. They saw nothing more than an ugly fat geek. Yes you were larger than your classmates and you didn't put on pounds of makeup. You liked to read and got straight A's. But you were not ugly. At least that's what Eddie would say.

Did you believe him? Well no.

But he did a lot to keep your mind from putting you down. He really did become a great friend. He was always there. Flirting away. Calling you beautiful all the time. Always play fighting with you, or teased you for being so darn cute. He did things that, from the outside looking in were suspicious. But to you and him you were just really good friends.

You never saw him like that. And to be honest you didn't want to. Sure he was devilishly handsome, and one of the nicest guys. But you just didn't see him that way.

He really was just a friend. Well until he wanted more.

...

He had been a forest firefighter for a majority of his life. And you could not have been prouder. He was the best dad in the whole world.

You were 18 when the unthinkable happened. You were a senior now and Eddie was doing his senior year over again. One afternoon your dad had gotten an emergency call and had to go.

See you knew your dad's job was dangerous. He literally fought fires with fire. He was well liked and a hero to everyone in Hawkins. But to you he was better than Superman.

Every time he went to work you made his crew promise to bring him back. And they did. Every time. Well until they didn't.

The fire was burning through the forest way too fast and with the winds blowing at 50 mph, it just got worse.

Your mom and you were escorted to the highschool gymnasium. All the thirteenth families of your dad's crew were there. People were freaking out and you weren't stupid. You knew something awful happened.

The captain of the fire department came and gave you the worst news you've ever heard.

Your father and his entire crew's bodies were found. They had gotten trapped and couldn't make it out. Your mother fell to the ground and wept.

You didn't believe it. It wasn't true. The guys promised to bring him back. You stood there staring at the door. Waiting for your dad to run in and say it was just a terrible joke. But he never came.

You were angry, and hurt. That you didn't know what to do. You knew your mom needed you then. But you needed something else or someone else. You needed your best friend. This shit you had planned on the drive to his trailer was stupid to say the least. But you need just a moment to get out of your current reality.

...

Eddie had been in love with you from the moment his lips touched yours. Sure it ended with a sock in the jaw. But he was yours then, and still yours now. Did you know that? Hell no. Did Eddie want to tell you? Absolutely not. You were his most trusted and bestest friend. He swore he would never do anything to jeopardize the friendship he tried so hard to build. He worked hard to get your parents to love him and he helped you even when you didn't ask for it. Which was hardly ever. You were very stubborn. But incredibly sweet. Though at first you resist Eddie's friendship. He eventually got you to see him for who he really was. That he wasn't a freak or scary or any of those awful things anyone said about him. However, he liked you and he had to keep you in his life. Even if it was just as a friend.

So he shoved his fondness for you into the deepest part of his heart. But then when you got to highschool you really proportioned out. Yes you were still thicker than most and he would have loved you either way. But you were growing up to be the most beautiful girl he had the pleasure of viewing.

Eddie's affection for you only grew. He always had to compliment you and touch you. Of course only if you would let him. He flirted a lot. He couldn't help it. The girl of his dreams was right in front of him all the time. But as a man of his word. He wouldn't ruin this beautiful friendship with you.

That was until all hell broke loose.

He was home that night. His uncle was at the plant as usual pulling a double. Eddie had just finished writing a new campaign when you came.

Eddie let you in, surprised that you came without calling. Normal when you came over you would call before. Giving him a warning to be decent. But he took it as 'Shit the love of my life is coming and I need to clean'.

When you came in you were off. He could always tell. But this time was different. This time you said stuff he wasn't expecting.

" Eddie. I need you to do me a favor."

" Uhhh okay?" He said taking a seat on the couch.

His eyes followed you back and forth as you paced his living room.

" ok but look. This is going to be...a lot...but I need you."

" What's going on princess?"

You stopped and looked at him letting out a long sigh. " Umm maybe I should just show you."

"Y/n?"

Eddie watched as you went towards his room. He was so confused. Normally you could talk to him. But you were being super cryptic and he was kinda scared.

He got up after a few seconds and followed you. He saw your shoes and socks in the hallway. As he got closer he kept finding more of what you were wearing. Picking them up along the way. When he turned the corner to his room he saw you in his bed.

The way you held his blanket up to your chest he just knew you were completely naked. Seeing your underwear and bra thrown on his dress also confirmed it.

He didn't know what to say. He would be lying if he said this wasn't a dream come true. But seriously what the hell?

" ummm princess. Are you naked?"

" Okay yes...I know this is a lot to ask but I really need you to have sex with me."

He was at a loss for words. Did you really just say that? Were you really in his bed? Naked?!

"I-I"

" Eddie. Please."

" Y/n? What's going on? We...we can't."

" Why?"

"I..."

" You're gonna tell me with all the flirting and all times you said that if I were your girl that you would take care of me. You're gonna say that and not want to take me when I offer?"

" Princess this is...this-"

" A lot to ask. I know. But I need you right now. I need you this way."

He always promised to be there for you. Whatever you need he would always be ready to help. Though he knew something was wrong, he had wanted this for so long.

Eddie closed his door and started to undress. He slid in next to you. Questions eating at him.

" Are you sure?"

"Yes Munson. I want this."

" But it's your first time."

You pulled at his shoulders to face you.

" yeah and I want it to be with you. I trust you. I know you won't hurt me."

You looked at him with such adoration. You were right. He would never hurt you. You were his everything.

His best friend part of him kept telling him not to. To talk about what was going on in your head. But his teenage hormones were yelling at him otherwise. See he was a virgin too. He had never seen a boob in real life. Sure he had naughty well used magazines under his bed, along with a couple of porn films he swiped a long time ago. So he knew where things went and how to be safe about it. But he wasn't about to admit it was his first time too.

He hesitated for a second before leaning in and kissing your cheek.

" Is this okay?" He asked

" You can do more. I want you to do more."

Your words made his body shiver. He kissed down your neck as you laid down. His hands were firmly pressed against either side of you. Your hands were clutching the blanket.

As he kissed across your chest a small whimper rang in his ears. He looked up at you worried.

" Touch me Eddie. I want you to touch me."

His eyes nearly popped out of his head when you pushed the blanket down. Revealing your ample breast. They looked so soft and were so big his mouth watered at the sight. One of his hands started to massage your breast.

He just kept looking at you in utter amazement. Your chest covered in stretch marks. Your breasts were spilling out of his hands. God you were more beautiful than he originally thought.

" Can I ... suck on them?"

"umm... y-yeah...s-sure."

He licked his lips before kissing one of your nipples gently. He then opened his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Suckling with such tenderness. He lightly tugged at the raised nub with his teeth before sucking again. You moaned ever so softly that it gave him goosebumps.

Eddie knew even with his lack of experience, that it takes girls a little bit to get ready. So he was gonna make sure that your body was ready for him. Because his most definitely was. He had waited a long time for this. It's not like he didn't get offers. Because even though people saw him as a freak. Something about him being in a band had girls waiting for him after sets. But he never did anything with anyone. That was because he was saving himself for you. And though he knew you weren't in that state for him, he still wanted you to be his first and last everything.

He was still massaging and kissing and sucking on you when you lifted his head.

" Eddie. Now. I'm ready now."

Shit this was really going to happen. He was so nervous his hands started to shake when he was putting on the condom.

Finally it was on and he was now between your legs. He had to ask one more time.

" Y/n. Are you-"

" Eddie if you ask me again I swear I will leave."

Not wanting that he nodded.

" It might hurt."

After all this time you pulled him down for a deep kiss. He honestly hadn't believed that he didn't even kiss you. But God how badly he needed it. How badly he needed you.

Then it happened. You helped guide him to where you wanted and he went slow. He shut his eyes at this feeling he really couldn't describe. You were so warm and wet. And fuck so damn tight. He could feel himself already there. But he wasn't even in all the way. So he had to stop just to regain control.

Your body shook as his tip went in. It did hurt. But not in a bad way. His stretch was incredible. And when he stopped you wanted more.

" Eddie. God. More...please."

Eddie said a soft fuck as he continued to pushing through. There was a spot where he had to push a little hard making you gasp.

He was scared as hell. He looked up to see you covering your mouth. He stopped again to let you give him the okay.

Once he felt your body relax you nodded. He kept going until he felt a soft spot that made you moan so loud he knew he was hitting that spot.

The beautiful pain that caused made tears fall from the corners of your eyes. This wasn't at all what you expected. Eddie was huge. You hadn't seen or felt a penis before. But you knew that he was big. You weren't sure how it was gonna work but he was doing an excellent job keeping your thoughts at bay.

You need this. This comfort. Sure it was a dumb idea to sleep with your best friend. But at this moment, nothing mattered. It was just you and Eddie.

This felt like it was supposed to happen.

You felt this fire grow deep within you. With every slow thrust of his hips made something happen. And when you kissed him it felt... different.

You were clenching him so tight he couldn't hold back anymore. He felt your body tense again and he knew you were cumming. Your back arched and his hunched as he finally let go.

He slowly pulled out and watched you. He laid down trying to catch his breath. You pulled the blanket back over you to hide yourself and he felt bad.

After what you guys did you were still hiding from him. It was awkward for a few minutes. He got up to grab a towel for you. He took off the condom and discarded it.

When he went back to the room you were getting dressed. He pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants and sat next to you.

You sat there thinking about everything. You just had sex with your best friend. You could swear you would feel different. You thought you would feel bad for basically forcing him to do it. But you didn't. It didn't feel wrong. It actually felt right. It felt...good.

Then your thoughts went dark.

" Princess? Are you okay?"

You could feel Eddie watching you. You wanted to look at him, but now you were ashamed. Not about what just happened, but why it happened.

" N-no."

Now Eddie could think clearly. Did he do something wrong? It sure felt right to him. Should he have just said no? Was this a mistake? No. It felt too good to be.

He looked at you and tears were rolling down your face. He wrapped an arm around your waist and you just turned and buried your face in his chest.

You cried so hard that all he could do was hold you. You had never cried like this before. Your whole body trembled. Your crying made him cry too.

"W-what happened y/n?"

...

Eddie stood next to you two weeks later holding your hand while they buried your father. You were gone. You weren't you anymore. The smile Eddie had loved so much was gone. You were quiet and you cried all the time.

You had stayed with him every night since. He held you as you cried yourself to sleep. You moved like a ghost. He tried to distract you with whatever he could. But nothing was working.

You were a shell of who you used to be. Burying your father was the worst day of your life. You should have been with your mom those two weeks. But for some reason you blamed her for it.

Instead you stayed with Eddie and his uncle. You finally went back to school after the funeral. You roamed the halls like a zombie. Constantly running off to the bathroom to cry. Eddie would have to be the one to find you and calm you down enough to get back to class. He really was your saving grace.

Three months after the funeral you and Eddie started hooking up on the reg. You constantly found yourself either in the back of his van riding him or out in the woods where he sold drugs.

This day in particular you were laying down with your ass on the edge of the table. Eddie was on his knees between your legs going to town.

He'd been at this for the better part of the hour. You guys totally missed lunch and part of class. But it didn't matter. He was a god with his tongue. His touch made you forget about everything. He was working on your fourth orgasm when you sat up on your elbows.

" Munson we're gonna get detention if we don't go back."

He hummed into you, licking and sucking on your clit.

" Haven't even put my fingers in yet." He mumbled

You laid back down and moaned when he slid his long thick fingers into you.

Eddie couldn't get enough of your pussy. The damn thing was intoxicating. To be fair everything about you was. He just loved when you came on his tongue. He could live off your sweet nectar.

When you came for the final time he licked and swallowed every last drop. You sat up and pulled his hand to suck off your juice. Making his cock ache. He wanted to feel your walls hugged him. He wanted to bury his throbbing cock deep into your perfect pussy but you were right. You guys had to go back.

Once you put on your panties you hopped off the table and pulled down your dress. Both of you smirk and walk back.

" Coming tonight?" Eddie asked, shoulder bumping you.

" uh huh."

" Cool."

Eddie didn't know what was going on with you two. But he loved you so he was happy with whatever you gave him. He wanted you to be his girl. But this secret hooking up was making it clear that it was what you wanted for now. He wasn't complaining. He liked being with you like this and other ways too.

All he wished was that he knew what was going on in your head. You didn't talk about your father. Shit you barely talked at all. Which he missed like crazy. He missed the conversations and the laughs. He was determined to get you back by giving you whatever you needed.

It was almost unbelievable when you asked him to get high that night. You had never once wanted to smoke with him. Or drink for that matter. But when you came over you had asked.

When he came back you were naked. He has seen you naked countless times by now. But holy fuck were you so beautiful. Every curve, every stretch mark, all your perfect imperfections. He loved them all.

Of course he wasn't going to say no. He'd been wanting to see what you were like inebriated.

You sat on his couch while he went to his room to get his metal lunch box. He pulled out a perfectly rolled joint and smirked.

You were laying down with a small throw just covering your mid section.

" God princess."

You lifted your arms for him to come to you. He stripped down to his boxers and laid on top of you. His hands were on either side of your face with the joint and lighter in one hand.

" I thought you wanted to smoke."

" I do....But I want you inside me while we do."

" hmm never done this before." He grinned.

You pushed his hair back behind his ears and lifted a bit to kiss his neck. He threw his head back and groaned. You nipped at his neck and lifted your hips to his.

"Fuu.." he moaned when you sucked a small bruise on his shoulder.

He got to his knees and lit the joint taking a long puff. You went for his boxers freeing his cock. He leaned back down and blew the smoke into your mouth.

" Hold it." He whispered

He kissed your cheek down to your neck. You slowly let out the smoke and coughed slightly. He removed his mouth from your chest and took another hit. His lips met yours and he kissed you while blowing the smoke.

He guided himself into you. Sucking a large dark hickey on your chest. Doing this without protection was the new normal for him. The day after you got on birth control you threw away all his condoms.

He moved the blanket barrier because he wasn't close enough.

He did so. Taking one last puff of the joint before putting it out. He blew into your mouth then started to hit that sweet spot just how you liked it. He had you cumming in just a few minutes. He came too. Filling you up with his love. Cumming in you was the best thing in the world to him he secretly wished you would get pregnant so you would always be with him.

" Harder." You moaned.

Once he was done he sat back trying to catch his breath. The weed finally kicked in and you started to giggle. His heart was full at hearing that. It had been so long since you laughed.

" Fuck Munson." You said breathlessly.

" Y-yeah."

He got up and went to get a wash cloth and cleaned you up. You pulled on your panties and shirt. After you laid him his arms enjoying the high. You guys talked and laughed. Reliving all the fond memories you two had together.

"Do you remember when you and your uncle came over for Christmas for the first time?"

Eddie smiled. " Yeah."

He remembered everything about that day. He was almost 16 and it was his very first white Christmas. You and him were in your room. He was showing you his new Megadeth album while you finished knitting his beanie.

He was so happy that day. You had finally started warming up to him and hung out with him. You guys listened to the music and just talked about what to expect for your freshman year.

You had got up to open a window because all the cooking was making the house super hot. When you did you squealed.

" It's snowing."

Eddie jumped up and went to look too. He had honestly never seen snow. He grabbed your hand and you guys ran to the front door and put on your jackets.

It was really cold that night but Eddie didn't care. He wanted to build a snowman man. Out of nowhere you started throwing snow balls at him. He didn't want to hurt you so he just dodged them. His hands were freezing and you noticed. You went inside and grabbed his presents and two mugs of hot cocoa.

He put on his beanie and mittens and sat with you on the porch watching the snow fall. You leaned your head on his shoulder and he smiled. He had considered this to be your guy's first date.

" Remember we got so sick the next day."

Eddie laughed. " God yeah. That was so bad. I remember your dad made us his firehouse chili. It was so spicy I swear my mouth was on fire. But it did make me feel better. The snot just flowed out of me."

" Y-Yeah." Your voice broke.

Shit he didn't mean to bring up your dad.

" I'm sorry princess. I-"

" It's okay. Don't worry about it. It...it was a really great day."

He held you tighter. He wanted so badly to ask you to be his girl. But he didn't know if you were ready yet. All this time he was falling deeper in love with you. Sex was so damn good, he couldn't imagine it getting any better. You were an absolute goddess to him. He worshipped your body every chance he got. He thought that maybe you loved him too. You had to right? You wouldn't be doing this just to get your rocks off. But then again you were distant when it wasn't just you two.

Many weeks went by and you were changing even more. You had started drinking and skipping school like crazy. You stop staying with him, finally going back home. But you would eventually show up every other day. Wanting him to fuck you. Of course he did. He always wanted to give you what you needed. But you didn't seem to realize what you were doing to him. You were hurting him.

It was like you only wanted him when you were sad. And though Eddie hated you being sad he just wanted to help.

...

You were growing distant from everyone. It's not like you wanted to. But you did. Being with Eddie made you feel ok for a little while. But you wanted to stop sleeping with him. Because you were getting way too attached. It felt like every time you had sex you were getting used to the idea of him always being around.

You knew that wasn't the case. Everyone dies. Your dad made that clear to you. Sure you knew it was going to eventually happen but the reality of it was too much. You didn't want to lose Eddie too. He became too important too fast. And your feelings for him grew to the point where you loved him. Sure you "loved" him before. But not like this. He was quickly taking over your heart. And that was something you did not want.

Eddie has been an important person in your life. He was your best friend. But things went too far and you noticed that Eddie was getting attached too. And you needed it to stop.

So one night you confessed how you felt. You were always honest with him. And though you didn't want to hurt him. You actually wanted to be with him. But the thought of losing him was too much to bear.

Eddie was sitting on his bed listening to you say that you couldn't do this anymore. He was right. You weren't ready for a serious thing. It broke his heart but he could understand that. Not wanting to lose you too he agreed to stop with the sexual stuff.

However, he hadn't expected for you to pull away from him entirely. The only time he had seen you was at school. You withdrew from Hellfire and all the extra curricular activities. For weeks you were just not around.

He missed you like crazy. He tried to talk to you but you constantly scurried away when he got close. Why were you doing this to him? Weren't you guys still friends?

All his thoughts went back to sleeping with you. He knew it shouldn't have happened. Well it should have but not like that. He knew something was there. You had feelings for him too. How could you not? One night when you had fallen asleep in his arms you moaned an I love you.

He loved you so very much. And that's all he wanted to do. But you kept up the distance and it hurt.

One Saturday Eddie went to a party to deal some drugs. He had planned on going to your house after to try and talk but you were at this party. You had clearly been drinking. You didn't see him but he saw you. Some guy was kissing on your neck while you were drinking a beer.

Words couldn't describe the pain Eddie felt in his heart. Is this what you were doing these past few weeks? Had you moved on? He thought you said you weren't ready. Why the fuck would you be letting some guy be on you like that, when you wanted him?

He was so angry that he was ready to beat the shit out of the guy. But that's when he saw who it was. Billy Hargrove. His dad was one of the crew members with your dad.

Eddie put two and two together. You attached yourself to the only person who knew how you felt. He took off cursing the world for not being the one you needed.

He went home balling his eyes out for you. For all the pain you felt that he couldn't help you with. He cried for himself. How much it hurt him to see you with someone else.

...

It was stupid. Letting Billy touch you. You were already four beers, three shots of tequila in when he started to hit on you.

You really weren't paying too much attention to him, until he started getting closer. Soon you were leaning up against a wall with him kissing on your neck. Then he started touching you everywhere.

" Let's go find a room" he mumbled into your neck.

" Umm y-yeah. Why don't...don't you find an empty one. And-and I'll get us more drinks."

He nodded and left. You stumbled to the kitchen looking for the phone. The numbers were blurry and the room started to spin a little. It took you two times to punch in the right number.

"Hello?"

" M-munson"

" Y/n?"

" H-hey. I'm at erm... a party. And I don't...feel good."

" I'll be right there."

You didn't even bother to hang up the receiver. You made it outside and sat down. The spinning got worse causing you to throw up. After you just laid on the ground and fell asleep.

Eddie sped over to find you passed out on the grass.

" Fuck!"

He ran to you holding you in his lap. You reeked of booze and vomit.

" Princess? C'mon. Wake up."

You groaned slightly. " Ed-Eddie?"

" Yeah baby. I'm here. C'mon. Let's go home."

Once he got to his trailer, he helped you into the showered. He got in too washing you up. He had pulled out a pair of pajamas you left there and helped you get dressed. He brushed your hair and braided it before you guys laid down.

He watched you all night. Making sure you were okay. You had started talking in your sleep. Which normally you just moaned a little.

" Eddie please don't go."

He hugged you tighter. " I'm not going anywhere."

"I...love you."

He knew it was just sleep talking but he waited so long to hear those words come from you again. He kissed your forehead.

" I love you y/n."

...

Sometime in the very early morning he fell asleep. But when he woke up you were gone. He tried calling you. He even went to your house. But no one was there.

It wasn't until Monday when he saw you at school. He tried to talk to you all morning but for some reason you kept avoiding him. Even in the classes you had together you didn't even look at him. You were breaking his heart.

During lunch he couldn't take it anymore. He needed this conversation to happen.

He looked everywhere for you to no avail. That was until he found you in the parking lot. You were in Billy's car doing something. As he got closer he saw exactly what you were doing.

You had a rolled up dollar bill to your nose and were sniffing some white powder. Eddie freaked the fuck out. He pulled open the door.

"Y/N WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!"

"Mun-"

He pulled you out by your arm, dragging you towards his van.

" YOU'RE HURTING ME!" You cried out.

Out of the blue he felt a pair of hands on him.

Billy pulled you away and got in his face.

" What the hell's your problem man?! Don't you see she doesn't want to go with you?!"

"FUCK YOU HARGROVE! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING GIVING HER THAT SHIT?!" Eddie shoved him and went back to grab your hand.

Before he could Billy tackled him. They were rolling around throwing blow after blow.

You were yelling for them to stop. A few kids came and surrounded you guys. You tried to grab Billy off but he pushed you away.

When Eddie saw you fall he got the upper hand and was now on top of Billy. Punch after punch. Eddie was going off.

Finally teachers came and ripped the two apart.

Everyone was suspended. Billy was a bloody mess and Eddie had a busted lip and a bloody nose. When you were all sent home you had a choice to make. Go with Eddie or go with Billy.

You made the stupidest choice. You could see the hurt in Eddie's eyes when you got into Billy's car.

...

Eddie was beyond pissed. How could you choose Billy over him? You said you loved him. What the fuck was wrong with you?!

When he got home his uncle was getting ready to leave. They had gotten into an argument about his suspension.

Eddie didn't say why he got into a fight. Just that Billy threw the first punch. When his uncle left Eddie went to the restroom to see the damage.

His knuckles were all bruised and sore. His nose had some dried blood. But other than that he was fine. Physically that is. Emotionally he was a wreck.

He cleaned himself up and changed his clothes. He lit a cigarette and went outside.

A familiar car approached. But he couldn't look at you. When you got off you stood a few feet in front of him.

" Eddie? Are you okay?" Your soft voice only served to hurt him more.

" What the hell are you doing here?" He said taking a drag of his cigarette.

" I came to see if you were okay."

"Why?"

" What do you mean why?"

" Y/n don't act like you care about me."

" What?! I do care about you."

"No you don't! You only care about yourself."

"Eddie-"

" No y/n. You have to stop this. Whatever you're doing."

" I'm not doing anything-"

" YES YOU ARE! Don't you see how you're acting and what you're doing is affecting me?'

Of course you did. That's why you were keeping your distance. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt your best friend.

" Eddie I'm sorry. I-"

" Don't be. Just fucking go."

You didn't know what to say. You loved him. But all you kept doing was hurting him.

"Do you really want me to go? Because I don't want to...We need to talk about this."

He took another puff. Now he had a choice to make. Hurt more or let you go. Letting go though wasn't an option for him.

He sighed. "Y/n look. Maybe the way things happened for us was not okay. But I'm glad it did. I know that what we were doing wasn't wrong...I've wanted you for so long that everything we did felt like it was supposed to happen. Looking back when we first met it's crazy to think about. I never thought that every day since we would be building a bond that was so strong. A bond that makes me want you forever. Y/n you are my best friend. And - and I know you're going through a lot right now. But I can be here for you. You don't need to get wasted or do drugs to get past this. What you need is to talk to me. Be with me. Be my best friend again. I can help you. You know I lost my mom too. You don't need Billy or anyone else. I love you y/n. And I need you to see that I'm not going anywhere."

This was exactly what you didn't want to happen. This is the reason you wanted to stay away from him. You needed him. But you didn't want to need anyone. You wanted to just disappear.

There was shit going on that no one knew. And with Billy knowing how it felt to lose a parent that way, he got it. Eddie lost his mom too. But that was years ago and she died from an illness. You thought he wouldn't understand.

But he did. He knew what it was like to hurt that way. He knew what it was like trying to drown out your sorrows with alcohol and drugs. Shit you were the one to get him to stop doing it so much. But things were changing now.

" Eddie as much as I would like to say that I love you too. I can't. Everything is so messed up that we can't go back. We can't just start over."

" I don't want to start over. I want to fix whatever is wrong."

" Eddie... we're moving."

The cigarette butt burned his fingers and he tossed it. He looked at you and was confused.

" W-what?"

You wiped away a tear. " My mom can't afford the house now. So we are moving to Arizona with my grandparents."

"W-what?!"

His world started falling apart. No this can't be happening.

" That's why I tried to stay away. That's why I needed too. That and I don't want to hurt you anymore...we can't do this... I'm still grieving for my dad. I keep making the wrong choices. And I need to get myself back. I can't love you. I don't want to."

Eddie's eyes started to swell with tears. He stood up getting closer to you.

" You love me though... You love me? That's why you keep pushing me away?"

" Eddie. I can't. I'm leaving."

He got closer. " No. Just admit it. You love me. That's why you chose to be with me. Have me be your first? Did you know that you were mine too?"

" Eddie I-"

" No princess. Don't deny it now." He was so close now. His body was pressed up against yours.

" You love me. You want to be with-"

You took a step back. "I don't want to lose you too."

" What?" He said taking a step back as well.

He could hear your shuddered breathing. " Eddie everyone leaves or dies. It's just best if I leave. And you move on."

" Nope."

Eddie pulled you into his arms. " I'm not leaving. I'm not dying anytime soon. And you are not leaving me without telling me the truth."

You hung your head shaking it.

He cupped your face with one hand making you look at him.

" Tell me you don't love me." He kissed your cheek. "Tell me the thought of being without me doesn't keep you up at night...Tell me that you don't always want to be in my bed. That you don't dream about me like how I dream about you... Tell me that when you look at me you don't see a future with us having kids and married. Because I do. I see all that with you...Tell me you don't love it when I make love to you...tell me you don't and I'll let you go."

Fuck why did he have to say that. Of course you felt all that and more. But you couldn't. You shouldn't.

" Kiss me...Kiss m-"

Eddie pulled you closer and kissed you with everything he had. Another stupid decision. But God it felt so good when you're with him. He was your everything. Your love. Your best friend.

You guys ended up in his room. You were on top of him slowly rocking your hips back and forth. Your mouths attached to one another's. Eddie was right about everything. You loved him with every fiber of your being.

After you laid in his arms. You wanted to confess your feelings. But this was the end. It had to be.

...

You spent every night with Eddie until you were about to leave Hawkins. Eddie tried to get you to stay. He even had his uncle agree to have you live with them. But you refused.

Eddie was standing outside of your house. You guys had just finished packing up the moving van. You said your goodbyes last night. But he couldn't let you leave without hearing you say it.

" Y/n. Please. Just tell me."

" What good would it do if I said it?"

" Then I'll know that you do. And I can go on and think none of this was a mistake."

You sighed. " No words can describe all the feelings I have for you. You have shown me what love really is. That it goes beyond sex. It's the way you talk to me, the way you hold me, the way you touch me. It's how you always show up when I need you... I didn't fall in love with you because I wanted to. I fell in love with you because everything felt right. And for the first time in my life I didn't feel alone. I fell in love with you for all the reasons you showed me every single day... Eddie...until the stars stop twinkling, until the sun no longer burns, until the world stops turning. I will always love you. I swear I will... forever."

Eddie's heart broke all over again. He knew it. And now you were leaving him.

He gave you one last kiss before he watched you leave.

Maybe in another life or at another time. You guys could have been together. He stood there with eyes full of tears knowing you took a piece of him with you.

He knew you would never come back. And though he told himself that one day he would be okay. You would always have his heart.

...

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finally safe for me to fall - chapter 9

hello! this chapter is a little longer than i expected it to be, so I hope you guys enjoy it! (ps, Happy Easter to those who celebrate!)

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Summary: Steve and Eddie prepare for Robin's baby shower, and Eddie finally meets up with someone from his past.

Warnings for this chapter: swearing, discussions of domestic assault/violence (nothing major, just a reference to a previous abusive partner)

Words: 11.1k

The next twenty-four hours pass by in a little bit of a blur. It’s odd, in a way, to be going back to sleep in his own bed after sleeping with Steve for the past two nights, but with both of the twins feeling better, Eddie sees no reason to push for that. So he goes to bed alone, and they do their usual routine all over again the next day.

Eddie finds other menial tasks to do while he’s home alone, and in the afternoon he goes to pick up the girls. It’s just life as he’s gotten used to living it, but there’s a fissure of excitement thrumming under his veins as he looks forward to Saturday. He’s beyond excited to go see Gareth and talk things over, as it’s been so long since he’s even had a friend to talk to, let alone someone who knows so much about him.

Friday night, after dinner, Eddie remembers to ask Steve about the baby shower.

“Hey,” he says when Steve goes to put away the last of the leftovers from dinner. When Steve turns to look at him, Eddie gestures to the calendar on the wall behind him. “Did you want me to go with you guys to the baby shower tomorrow?”

Steve glances at the calendar before nodding. “Oh, yeah. I meant to ask if you would mind going. The kids will be fine playing, probably, but it would be nice to have an extra pair of hands if I need them.” He smiles at Eddie as he comes over to help finish up washing the dishes, and Eddie pretends he’s not staring.

“Okay,” Eddie says with a nod. “I don’t mind going at all. I’ve got a, um… I’m getting coffee with someone in the morning, but I’ll be back in time to help get the girls ready and everything.”

At that, Steve’s body language changes. His hands freeze on the plate he’s drying, the rest of him going rigid. “Oh,” he says, quietly. He glances sideways at Eddie. “I… I didn’t realize you had plans.”

Eddie frowns. “Yeah, I mean, I just made them yesterday, so… sorry, I didn’t think to tell you until now, but-“

Steve waves his hand, the gesture erratic enough to stop Eddie mid-sentence. “It’s fine. If you plan on, um…” His face goes a little pink, and Eddie is confused. “Well, anyway. If you need more time, you don’t have to come with us. I’ll manage.” He offers Eddie some sort of half-smile, but it only deepens the grimace on Eddie’s face.

“No, no,” Eddie says quickly. “I want to go with you guys.” He forces a little half-laugh to match Steve’s half-smile. “Besides, I bet you forgot to get something for the shower.”

Steve’s whole face changes at that, going ashen with stark realization. “Shit,” he whispers. “God, you’re right. I completely forgot. I had it on the calendar for a month, and I still-“

Eddie hands him the last bowl to dry, drying his own hands on the spare dish towel. “It’s fine. I thought maybe since it’s Friday, me, you, and the girls could go shop for something. Would that be okay?”

And just like that, Steve’s body sinks back into something more relaxed. “That would be perfect, actually,” he says. He gives Eddie a sheepish look. “Don’t know what I would do without you, sweetheart.”

Eddie squirms a little under one of his favorite nicknames. “Well,” he says, fumbling for a response. “You managed just fine before me.”

Steve gives him a look. “No idea how I did that, either,” he says solemnly. When Eddie goes to protest, Steve interrupts, a gentle hand coming to rest on Eddie’s wrist. “Eds, I’m serious. I know it probably sounds like I’m pandering, but having you here… has improved my life so much. In all kinds of ways.”

“Oh,” Eddie says lamely. His wrist feels like it’s boiling where their skin is touching, and he wishes Steve would never let go. He stares at their hands for a minute too long before finding something to say. “I’m happy to hear that,” he says, which to be honest, doesn’t sound much better than the pathetic oh from before.

Steve squeezes his wrist, smiling so sweetly at him that Eddie has to look away. He can’t stand it, he really can’t. “You wanna go grab the girls and tell them what we’re doing?” Steve asks.

Eddie nods. “Yeah, I’ll… I’ll go do that.”

“Alright. I’m gonna go grab my wallet and coat, then I’ll be right there, okay?”

“Okay,” Eddie nods, almost in a trance. His hand still feels warm, even after Steve pulls away and leaves him standing alone.

~~~

After explaining their plan to the twins, Eddie helps them into their coats and shoes, assuring them that it’ll be fun to go shop for baby stuff. Even if the truth is that it makes Eddie feel slightly nauseous with nerves- but they don’t need to know all that.

When they’re ready, Eddie marches them to the front door so he can slip on his own shoes.

“Everyone ready?” Steve asks, pulling his coat on and messing with the collar.

Eddie doesn’t let him struggle for long, stepping behind him to fix the stupid thing, flattening it down so it’s not sticking straight up in the air.

“Thanks,” Steve says with a smile. He glances at the girls, then at Eddie. “Where’s your jacket?”

Eddie frowns, looking down at himself. “Oh, I’ll be fine,” he says, surveying his t-shirt and plaid button-down thrown over the top of it.

Steve gives him a blank look. “I’ll go grab it- is it in your closet?”

He’s already down the hall before Eddie can argue, and Eddie groans in mostly mock-annoyance. Truth be told, he actually doesn’t mind being coddled a little bit. In fact, it’s kind of… nice. Still, he has a reputation to uphold, and a coat is not part of it.

“Hon, are you sure this will even be warm enough?” Steve asks as he comes back down the hall with Eddie’s leather jacket in hand.

Eddie rolls his eyes at that. “It’ll be fine. Thanks,” he tacks on, almost as an afterthought, as he reaches for the jacket.

Steve surprises him again, instead holding it out for Eddie to slide his arms into. Eddie feels his face grow hot, but does just that, ignoring the little giggles the twins are barely containing behind their little hands. He sticks his tongue out at them, which apparently makes it all the funnier.

“There we go,” Steve says, rubbing a little circle or two onto Eddie’s back before stepping around him. “Alright, let’s go.”

~~~

They take Steve’s car, as usual, and Eddie finds that he barely misses his van these days. He misses the dream that the van represented- a proper van, full of children, taken on long road trips and vacations.

But Steve’s flashy beemer is still nice, too.

He lets Eddie pick the music sometimes, but tonight isn’t one of those nights. He goes straight for his Tears for Fears, and Eddie can only hide his fond smile in the passenger window, lest he do something silly, like reach out to hold his hand.

The twins sing along with their father and the radio in the back seat, and Eddie even finds himself tapping along on his knees, just content to be in this moment, relaxed with his little quasi-pack.

“What do you think I should get them?” Steve asks when they’re almost to the mall.

Eddie hums. “Well, do they have a baby registry? Or a theme for the nursery?”

Steve’s eyes are wide, and he looks a little lost. “Uh… garden? No, uh, jungle? Bees?” He lists off several more things in quick succession, none of them having anything to do with the others. Finally, he shrugs. “I… have no idea.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. He’s not surprised, really. Steve is a great guy, but something like this probably doesn’t just stick around in his head for long. “Okay. That’s fine, Steve. That just means we can pick a couple different options, and you can decide what you think Robin would like.”

Steve nods, giving Eddie a grateful smile. “Okay, I think I can do that.”

~~~

Steve, as it turns out, cannot do that.

They’re making their rounds in the baby section of a department store, and Eddie is halfway to losing his mind with Steve’s indecision.

“Maybe a baby stroller?” He says, for what feels like the third time.

Ivy groans. Jasmine wanders an aisle over to look at kids' clothes. Eddie just sighs, nodding. “Sure,” he says, the same response he’s given Steve four times now. “They’d appreciate that, I’m sure.”

Steve frowns. “But it’s so…”

“Impersonal?” Eddie supplies.

Steve gives him a sheepish look. “I know I’m being annoying. It’s just… been a while since I shopped for baby stuff. I’m kind of overwhelmed here.”

All of Eddie’s annoyance (or most of it, at least) melts away when he hears that. “I get that,” he says softly, stepping closer to Steve and patting his back. “Let’s look at some baby clothes, okay? Can never have too much of that.”

Steve agrees, glancing over his shoulder for his daughters. “Ivy, Jasmine, c’mon.”

“Are we done yet?” Ivy whines, dragging her feet. She holds her hand out for Eddie to hold it, but he has to practically drag her to get her feet moving. “I wanna go get ice cream!”

Eddie glances at her with a raised eyebrow. “Who said we’re going to get ice cream after this?” He asks, mostly teasing. He’s known the Harrington family long enough to know that Steve loves a treat on Fridays.

Ivy’s face falls, and she quickly turns to her father. “Daddy, we’re going to get ice cream after this, right?”

Steve shrugs, already focused on the table of folded baby clothes in front of them. “If Eddie says no, then that means no.”

He says it so simply, so casually, like it’s not at all a big deal for him to give this amount of control over to his nanny. Not that Eddie never makes decisions on behalf of the twins, but it’s usually when Steve isn’t there to do it himself.

So this…. This is new.

Ivy pouts, but doesn’t let go of Eddie’s hand. Instead, she tilts her head, batting her eyes sweetly at him. “Can we please have ice cream after this?” She asks.

Eddie smiles at her. “Can you be patient and let dad take his time finding a good present for aunt Robin?”

Ivy nods, then mimes zipping her lips. “I won’t say another word!” She says. Then she covers her mouth, her eyes wide. “Oops.”

Of course, Eddie can’t help but laugh at that. “C’mon, you and Jasmine can help me look for a cute baby outfit.”

Jasmine, who had been hanging back a little, perks up at that. “Can we both pick out something for the baby?” She asks, excited.

Eddie shrugs, glancing at Steve. “I don’t see why not. Would that be okay?”

Steve nods. “Sure. Baby Buckley is gonna need a bunch of little outfits, so that’s perfect.” Steve glances back at Eddie then. “I think I’m gonna go back and look at strollers again, if you wanna stay here with them for a minute?”

Eddie nods, holding himself back from teasing Steve about his indecisiveness. “Sure, we’ll be right here.”

Steve gives him a little smile and a grateful hand brushes his back as Steve goes back to the other aisle. Eddie pretends the touch doesn’t make him shiver, then turns back to the girls, who are searching through a stack of onesies on the other side of the table.

“Finding anything good?” Eddie asks, coming around to join them.

Jasmine giggles and nods, holding something up in front of her and whirling around to show Eddie. “Ta-da!” She says excitedly.

It takes Eddie a second to read it. When he does, he frowns, confused. “Oh. But- does Robin have an older kid? I thought this was her first one?”

Jasmine nods, holding the onesie out to Eddie with a sly little grin that Ivy mirrors beside her. “No, this is her first one. But I think we should get this one for us. Just in case.”

Eddie blinks. Then looks back down at the onesie.

Little Sister it reads in bright, pink, sparkly letters.

Eddie is confused.

“Why would you…” he trails off, his eyebrows knitting together as he glances back in the direction of where Steve disappeared to. “Oh,” he says. He suddenly feels a little sick. Is Steve seeing someone? Or has he re-established contact with his ex? Surely it’s got to be something along those lines, or else the girls wouldn’t be thinking about this.

“Do you think Daddy will let us get it?” Ivy asks, gesturing to the little outfit.

Eddie shrugs, feeling completely out of his element now. He feels a little unbalanced, unsure. “I dunno,” Eddie mumbles. “Maybe. Might need it someday, I guess.” He’s not pouting. He isn’t.

The girls grin at each other, Jasmine tossing the onesie over her arm. Eddie is definitely going to be sick.

They keep looking through the baby clothes, eventually finding two separate outfits for baby Buckley. One of them is a little long-sleeve white and green striped onesie with a pair of green overalls (Jasmine’s pick), and the other is a pair of zippered footie pajamas with little sheep all over them. Eddie is almost recovered from the first onesie and everything that it could mean when Steve finally rejoins them.

“Hi,” he says, smiling. “I finally decided on a stroller and had someone take it up front for us. Did you guys find anything good?”

Jasmine and Ivy are all too excited to show him the outfits they picked out for Robin’s baby, Steve ooh-ing and aah-ing appropriately as they show them off.

Then comes the part Eddie was dreading.

“Very nice,” Steve says, collecting both of their finds so he can carry them to the register to pay. He glances back at Jasmine again, gesturing to the other outfit still bundled under her arm. “What’s that one, honey?”

Jasmine grins at him, and Ivy, curiously, looks over at Eddie with what is undeniably a smirk. “Oh, this one isn’t for Aunt Robin,” Jasmine says sweetly, making no move to hand it over.

Steve gives her an odd look, glancing at Eddie for help. Eddie just shrugs, still a little pouty and embarrassed over the whole thing. It’s stupid, he knows, to be jealous of something he doesn’t even have confirmation of. The twins may have just misheard or misunderstood something, he might be making a big deal out of nothing.

But he’s probably not.

“Okay,” Steve says slowly. “Would you like for me to pay for it?” He asks her, almost amused.

Jasmine nods, clearly pleased with herself. “Yes, please,” she says sweetly.

Steve smiles at her. “Well, I’d like to see what my money is going towards, if you don’t mind.”

Jasmine hesitates at that, glancing at her sister with something like uncertainty in her eyes. When Ivy just shrugs, Jasmine nods slowly. “Okay,” she says.

Eddie watches as she pulls it from under her arm, and his heart is aching. His reaction is going to depend entirely on Steve’s, but he genuinely has no prediction for how Steve might react to something like this. If there is somebody in his personal/romantic life, surely this will embarrass him a little, but he’ll probably be pleased. An alpha like him surely wants more than just two children, so he’d probably be thrilled at the notion that his pups want a younger sibling.

If there isn’t somebody, however… Eddie’s not sure what he’ll think about this.

He doesn’t have to wait long to find out. When Jasmine hands the onesie over, Steve glances down at it, his amused half-smile slipping into something like confusion. He stares at it for a second, then for some reason, glances up at Eddie. His gaze quickly flits from him to the girls, however, for which Eddie is very thankful.

“Who would we be getting this for?” Steve asks carefully, glancing between each of his daughters, who are suddenly very interested in staring anywhere but at their father. “Girls?”

Ivy sighs, nudging Jasmine with her elbow. Jasmine yelps, nudging her back, and finally, Ivy speaks. “For us,” she says, shrugging. Like it’s that simple.

Steve quirks an eyebrow at her. “Pardon?”

She smiles in that sweet, coy way that Eddie has grown so used to lately. “Just in case,” Ivy says, rocking on her feet.

Steve just blinks at her. “In case of what?”

Jasmine decides to pipe up then. Normally, this would be a good thing.

Not this time.

Because when she opens her mouth, she says, “Eddie said that we might need it.” She turns to look at Eddie, smiling. “Right?”

Eddie freezes. He can feel Steve staring at him, and he knows he needs to say… well, something.

“Um,” he says. Real great start. “I just meant…”

“Couldn’t you and Eddie get a baby? Just like Aunt Robin?” Ivy asks, clearly oblivious to the implications behind her words.

Eddie feels like he’s about to die of mortification.

“Honey…” Steve says, his face a shade pinker than normal as he looks at his daughters. “That’s not… I don’t think that’s what Eddie meant.”

“Of course not!” Eddie blurts quickly. He realizes how defensive he sounds, and is well aware how that might make him seem somewhat guilty, but he’s so embarrassed he can’t help it. “I thought they meant…” he doesn’t want to admit what he thought they meant. He blushes, avoiding Steve’s curious gaze.

“So, we can’t have a little sister?” Jasmine says, disappointed.

Steve sighs. Maybe it’s the recent addition of scenting to their daily routine, but Eddie feels like he can sense how disappointed Steve is, as well. “Not anytime soon, no,” Steve tells her with an apologetic smile. “Daddy would need to find a mate to get you a little sister.”

Jasmine and Ivy share confused looks. “Oh…” Ivy says. She turns to look at Eddie, and he already knows what she’s about to say. “Is Eddie not good enough?” She asks, nothing but childhood innocence and confusion in her words.

Still. Eddie feels it like a knife in his chest.

“That’s- I didn’t-“ Steve stumbles over his words. Eddie frowns. Steve seems… embarrassed. “That’s not what I meant, Ivy,” he says firmly.

“But why-“ she starts, clearly impatient.

“Maybe we should talk about this at home?” Eddie suggests, interrupting her mid-sentence.

Steve sends him a look of relief. “Yes, that’s a great idea,” he says, nodding. “Let’s go check out, then we can go have ice cream?” He glances at Eddie when he says the last part, and Eddie nods.

“Ice cream sounds great.”

They’ve taken a few steps away from the baby stuff when Jasmine pipes up. “Uh, daddy?”

“Yeah?” Steve replies, leading the way.

“Aren’t you going to put that one back?”

Eddie’s eyes shoot down to where Steve is still very much holding the “Little Sister” onesie.

“Oh,” he says, like he’s surprised. “Um. Yeah, I’ll just…” he goes back to the table, gently folding the tiny outfit and laying it carefully on top of the others like it. Then he hesitates, staring down at it with a pinched expression.

Eddie wishes, more than anything, that he knew what was going on in his head right now. If he could just crawl into Steve’s brain and understand what exactly it is that he’s thinking… maybe he could fix it.

He wishes he could fix it.

“Alright, let’s go,” Steve says. He gives the girls a very fake smile, taking Ivy’s hand as they make their way, again, to the front of the store.

Eddie glances back at the baby clothes, a pang striking through his heart, making him feel like he’s missing something. Or maybe that he lost something he never had.

He turns away.

~~~

Later, after ice cream and a quick stop at the grocery store so that they could grab some baby shower wrapping paper and gift bags, they head home. Steve is unusually quiet on the way there, the music turned down to nearly a whisper as they drive. The girls are sleepy in the back seat, too much excitement for a Friday evening weighing down their eyelids. They haven’t spoken in a while, and when Eddie glances back at them, he smiles when he sees the way they’re struggling to stay awake.

“They’re so sleepy,” he murmurs softly to Steve.

Steve tilts his head, glancing at the kids through the rearview mirror. He smiles fondly, shaking his head. “At least it’ll be easy to get them in bed tonight,” he says.

Eddie nods. He’s pretty exhausted himself, even though he hasn’t really done much today. Something about the nervousness about seeing Gareth tomorrow, along with the twins’ teasing and putting him in such an odd situation earlier… all of it’s making him feel like he’s about a million years old.

“Hey,” Steve says quietly.

Eddie glances at him. “Yeah?”

Steve spares a glance back at the twins before clearing his throat. His voice is noticeably lower when he speaks next. “Listen… about what the girls were saying earlier…” His face is noticeably red, even in the darkness of the car.

“Oh, that,” Eddie says lamely, immediately seeping back into embarrassment. He knows his scent has probably soured, which can’t be pleasant in the confined space of Steve’s car, but he can’t help it.

“I know they didn’t mean anything by it,” Steve says, surprising Eddie. “They don’t… they really don’t even know what they’re talking about. I haven’t had the… you know… mating talk with them.” He coughs, clearly a little embarrassed as well. “But they’ve always wanted to be older sisters. And I guess… Since you’re the only omega I’m ever around, it’s just natural…”

Eddie nods slowly, but his brain is caught on one sentence in particular: “you’re the only omega I’m ever around.”

He hates himself a little, but it’s reassuring to hear that. To have his worst fears assuaged, even if it doesn’t change anything in the grand scheme of things.

“Right,” he finally says. His voice sounds odd, even to his own ears. “Of course.”

Steve glances at him again. “I just didn’t want you to think… Well, I don’t know. I know it was awkward, is all.”

At least they can agree on that.

“It’s fine,” Eddie finally says, unsure what else to say. “Kids just say stuff sometimes. It’s not a big deal.”

Steve gives him a grateful smile at that. “You’re right.” He hesitates for a second, but Eddie’s quiet while he waits to see what else he wants to say. When he speaks, it’s not what Eddie was expecting. “It was a cute outfit though,” he says, his voice wistful.

Eddie laughs, covering his mouth to stay quiet. He glances back, and Ivy is fully asleep, but Jasmine is doing a slow-blinking thing like she’s trying not to fall asleep herself. “Yeah, it was,” he agrees.

“I kinda wish… I dunno. I hate that they want that so badly, and it’s something I can’t just… snap my fingers and give to them.” Steve frowns at the road. “I’m not used to that, I guess.”

And although Eddie can’t really relate to that (he grew up in a home where wanting for things but not getting them was normal), he understands why it bothers Steve as a parent. “That makes sense,” Eddie says softly. “I don’t like, fully understand it, but I get what you’re saying. It must be hard.”

Steve just shrugs, turning his head just enough to give Eddie a wry smile. “It is what it is, though.”

Eddie hates the resignation in his voice, but it makes sense. If there’s no omega in his life, it is kind of an equation without a solution. He hates that for Steve, but more than that, his omega side hates it for himself.

I’m right here! it screams at him, unhelpfully.

He can still practically feel the pressure of Steve’s lips on his own.

“You okay?” Steve asks a second or two after that thought flits through Eddie’s brain.

Eddie feels his whole body cringe in embarrassment, which seems to be the theme for the evening. Fuck this whole stupid omega hormone thing, honestly.

“I’m fine,” he mumbles, trying to get his scent back under control. As much as he loves to have Steve’s scent on him throughout the day, he hates the secondhand effect of scenting each other, that comes in the form of Steve being able to read him like a book.

Steve gives him a long look, but doesn’t argue. They’re pulling into the apartment parking garage anyway, thankfully, so Steve loses his opportunity to inquire further.

Then comes the fun part: getting two fully-asleep children inside and into their beds. It takes some shuffling of the shopping bags, but eventually they manage to make space to carry a twin each. Steve takes Ivy, as she was sat behind his seat in the car, while Eddie takes Jasmine.

Steve leads the way inside to the elevator, and Eddie is careful to walk slowly, so he doesn’t jostle Jasmine awake. “We’re lucky they’re still little,” Eddie murmurs to Steve as they get on the elevator. “Otherwise this would be sort of rough.”

Steve offers a tired smile, but nods. “Imagine doing this, but there’s still two of them and only one of you. That shit was difficult,” Steve says, rolling his eyes with a little snort of a laugh.

Eddie frowns. He hadn’t even considered that, really doesn’t know how long their mother has been out of the picture… but apparently longer than he thought.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie murmurs to him softly.

Steve looks at him oddly. “For what?”

Eddie shrugs one shoulder, careful not to dislodge Jasmine. “Well… you had to go through all this on your own. I can’t even imagine… I just hate that you had to go through all this by yourself.”

There’s a soft look on Steve’s face when Eddie looks back at him. “It’s not your fault,” he says, shrugging. His face changes then, his lips tugging down into a frown. “Not anyone’s fault, really. Just sort of the way things are, I guess.” He’s got such a far-off look in his eyes, like he’s thinking of something Eddie’s not privy to.

Eddie can smell the sadness, though. Steve’s scent is stronger than usual in the confined space of the elevator, and Eddie feels his insides clench in pain for the other man. He risks waking Jasmine up, bumping his arm against Steve’s lightly. “Hey. I’m sorry for bringing it up. But you’re a wonderful dad, and I’ve never known someone to love a parent the way these kids love you. And that’s gotta mean something, yeah?”

Steve smiles at him, nodding. “Yeah. It means everything.” He glances down at Jasmine, his smile turning somehow fonder. He presses a kiss to the top of Ivy’s head, his eyes meeting Eddie’s. “Thanks. For… for saying that, and helping me find something for Robin, and… everything else.”

The elevator dings, finally, and Eddie just smiles and shrugs. “It’s what I’m here for,” he says lightly. And it’s true, literally of course, but he means it deeper than that. Even if Steve didn’t pay him, this is where Eddie would want to be. Even if it hurt, even if he’d never be a real mother in the twins’ eyes… he’d choose this, over and over again.

He hopes Steve knows that.

They take the twins to their bedroom, leaving all the lights off except the hall light, given the very real risk of tripping over something in the dark. Steve pulls off Ivy’s shoes and gently wrestles her out of her coat while Eddie struggles to do the same with Jasmine. It takes him a minute, but he manages it easily enough. Ivy appears to be completely dead to the world as Steve tucks her in, but Jasmine, on the other hand, stirs a little when Eddie goes to lay her down.

“Daddy?” She mumbles, her eyelids fluttering but never opening fully.

“Shh, it’s just me, honey. Daddy’s tucking in your sister,” Eddie whispers. He pulls her sheets and comforter up, tucking it up to her chin before leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Love you.”

Jasmine snuggles into her pillow, and Eddie turns, assuming she’s already asleep.

“Goodnight, Mommy.”

Eddie freezes. Surely he didn’t hear that right. He turns around to check, but Jasmine is already asleep, breathing deeply. His heart is pounding, helpless joy and crushing heartbreak warring for dominance in his chest.

“Eddie?” Steve says behind him, his hand coming to read on the small of Eddie’s back. “Did Jazz go down okay?”

Eddie nods, feeling a little numb. She called him… he’s almost a hundred percent positive that he heard it correctly. “Yeah,” he finally says to Steve, shaking himself. “Did Ivy?” He peers around Steve’s shoulder to find her snuggled similarly to her sister, with her arm over the comforter clutching her stuffed bunny.

“Yeah, she was out like a light.” He steps past Eddie then, going to brush his hand gently through Jasmine’s hair, leaning down and pecking her forehead the same way Eddie had done a minute before.

Eddie heads to the door, glancing back to make sure their night light is on. Steve follows, pulling the door almost all the way shut behind him.

“Well,” Eddie starts, feeling awkward. He always feels a bit odd when they part like this at night. He knows it’s mostly an omega thing- the desire to get some form of physical affection as a goodnight parting, but he pushes it down every time in favor of some awkward small-talk.

This time, Steve beats him to it. “Will you help me wrap the stuff we got for Robin? I’m terrible at it, and I’d like it to look sort of nice.”

Eddie smiles, but nods. “Do you want me to go get the stroller box out of the car?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’ll go grab that, if you can check the hall closet and see if we have any little boxes for the clothes?”

Eddie nods. “Sure.”

Steve sends him a grateful smile, his hand brushing against Eddie’s back gently before he steps away, grabbing his keys. “Thanks, hon. I’ll be right back.”

Eddie can’t help but smile to himself as he goes in search of everything they’ll need- tape, scissors, and the boxes. It’s horribly domestic, he thinks, to be wrapping gifts together, and he’s giddy in a way he’s not used to being about such a mundane task. He wonders, vaguely, if he’ll get the chance to spend many birthdays with the Harringtons, or if he’ll still be here by Christmas.

He hopes so.

“Jesus Christ, this thing is heavy,” Steve pants as he comes back inside lugging the brand new baby stroller he’d just bought. “I hope this shit is easy to assemble for how freaking heavy and expensive it is.”

Eddie smiles, shaking his head a little before going over to help him carry it into the living room. “Well I just hope they haven’t already gotten one,” Eddie says as they set it down by the coffee table.

Steve looks up at that, a look of pure panic on his face. “Shit, I didn’t even think about that,” he says.

“Well… if they did, they can just take this one back. You got a gift receipt, right?” Eddie asks, settling on the floor, criss-cross applesauce style.

Steve sucks his teeth, but doesn’t meet Eddie’s eyes. “Um.”

“Steve,” Eddie says, a light admonishment.

“I didn’t think about it!” he protests, his voice almost a whine as he drops to the floor beside Eddie. He reaches for the scissors, spinning them around with his index finger while Eddie takes the plastic off the wrapping paper. “They can still take it back though, right?” He asks, sounding unsure.

Eddie nods. “Yeah, we could take it back for them, or stop back by the store and ask for a gift receipt on the way to Robin’s.”

“Perfect.” Steve makes a noise of relief, shifting the box onto its side so they can measure out the right amount of wrapping paper for it. “Thanks, by the way,” he says, holding one end of the wrapping paper while Eddie carefully unrolls it.

“For what?” Eddie asks, not taking his eyes off his current task.

Steve hums an affirmative when Eddie thinks he’s got the right amount of paper unraveled. “For helping me with all this. It’ll be nice to show up to a function with my life somewhat together for once. Usually I show up late with a half-wrapped present and whining kids.” He gives Eddie a little grin. “Robin’s gonna be so amazed.”

Eddie smiles at him as he holds the paper still for him to cut it. “Glad I could be of service,” he says, teasing a little bit. “What time should we leave tomorrow?”

Steve shrugs, holding his hand out for the tape. “Well, it’s supposed to start at two, so maybe like one? They live on the other side of town, and Saturday traffic can be bad.”

Eddie nods. “Okay. I should be back before then, and I can help get the girls ready and everything.”

They have to work together to get the box turned over to tape down the other side, but Eddie catches Steve frowning at him. “I forgot about your… thing,” he says, his voice sounding a little odd around the word. “You can take as much time as you want, and I could just pick you up on the way, if you want to do that.”

Eddie shakes his head. “No, that’s fine. We’re supposed to meet pretty early, and I seriously doubt I’ll be gone more than an hour or two.”

It seems like Steve wants to say something else on the matter, but instead he just nods. “You do one end while I do the other?” he asks instead, gesturing to the box.

They maneuver it so that each of them has an end to tape up, and Eddie hums to himself as he works. He would never admit it, but he sort of loves the repetitiveness of wrapping gifts, even if he’s not the best at it. It looks decent enough, he thinks, and it’s not like they’ll be paying much attention to the wrapping anyway.

A thought strikes him then, and he can’t help but glance up at Steve. “This may be a weird question,” he prefaces. “But I didn’t even realize Robin was pregnant when I met her.”

Steve gives him an odd look. “Oh, she wasn’t,” Steve says simply.

Eddie blinks.

“Oh. Then…”

Steve seems to realize his confusion then, and nods, taking pity on him. “She’s an alpha, but usually tries to mask at work. She thinks it’s embarrassing, being a female alpha secretary to a male alpha.” Steve rolls his eyes, sighing. “I don’t think people would make that big a deal over it, but I’m definitely not gonna say that to her.”

Eddie nods slowly. He never would’ve guessed it, having only met Robin briefly, one time over a month ago now. “So, she’s mated?”

At that, Steve’s mouth quirks into a thin line. “Yeah. It’s… a new development, to be honest with you.”

It sounds like there’s a story there. Eddie decides to risk pushing, just this once. “Oh… Is… This is going to sound insensitive, but… is the pup hers?”

Steve nods. “Yeah. I probably shouldn’t tell all of Robin’s business like this, but long story short, they were just sleeping together at first, just friends and all that. And then Chrissy came up pregnant. They’re thrilled, of course, but have only been properly together for like four months now.” Steve snorts then, shaking his head with a wry smile. “The twins haven’t even met Chris yet, it’s that new.”

“Wow,” Eddie says. He finishes taping his end, sitting back to watch Steve finish up his side. “They seem excited either way, though,” he says with a smile.

Steve grins. “Yeah. A pup is a pup, I guess. They’re just thrilled at the idea of having a little cousin, to be honest with you. I think we could tell them that the baby came from the moon, and they’d still be just as excited.”

Eddie laughs at that. He agrees wholeheartedly, they absolutely would be, without a doubt. “That’s sweet, though.”

Steve nods. “It is.” He puts one last piece of tape on his end, then sits back to survey their work. “I think it looks pretty decent. Now we just need to whack a bow on, and we’ll be done, right?”

“We’ve still got the clothes, remember?” Eddie reminds him, pointing to the little outfits carefully laid out on the coffee table.

Steve looks over at them with a wince. “Could we just… stuff them in a gift bag and call it a night?” he asks hopefully.

Eddie grins, pulling a gift bag from his stash of supplies. “Way ahead of you,” he jokes as he does just that, folding the little outfits carefully before laying them at the bottom of the sack. “You wanna pick out a bow for the box while I get some tissue paper in here?” he asks, glancing at Steve.

“Sure,” Steve says. He goes to stand, his knees clicking as he does. “God, it sucks getting old,” he laments. “Are the bows still in the closet?”

Eddie nods. “Can you put these back in there as you go?” he asks, handing him the spare boxes that they decided not to use.

“Mhm,” Steve hums. He ruffles Eddie’s hair gently as he passes, murmuring, “I’ll be right back.”

Eddie smiles to himself as he fixes up the gift bag, fluffing up the tissue paper after stuffing it inside until it looks nice and neat. It’s nice, he thinks yet again, to be able to do these little domestic things with someone else.

“I’m going with silver,” Steve announces when he comes back in. “I think it’ll make the little bits of silver on the paper really pop, you know?”

“Sure,” Eddie agrees easily, sitting back and watching as Steve carefully centers the bow, sticking it on with such intense precision that it almost makes Eddie laugh.

“There!” Steve announces, looking down at his work proudly. “All done.”

“Very nice,” Eddie says. “Help me up?” he requests, holding a hand out so Steve can help drag him from the floor.

Steve smiles, reaching for him immediately. “You’re gettin’ old too, huh?” He teases.

Eddie rolls his eyes. The jab doesn’t bother him quite as much as it would have five or six months ago. “I guess so. Twenty-six, going on sixty.”

He manages to get onto his feet without pulling Steve down onto the floor with him, which he’s certain has more to do with Steve’s strength than his own coordination. Steve is giving him an odd look when Eddie faces him. “Twenty-six?” he asks, confused.

Eddie frowns, but nods. “Uh, yeah. Last I checked.”

Steve tilts his head at him. “You’re older than me, then. Huh. I hadn’t realized that.”

Then it’s Eddie’s turn to frown. “Wait, how old are you?”

“Just turned twenty-five, actually.”

He’s not sure why, but the information surprises Eddie a little. He hadn’t realized that he was older - not that it particularly matters - and the epiphany gives him pause. “Huh,” Eddie hums.

Steve sets the gifts out of the way, likely aware of some twin-related danger that Eddie isn’t privy to. “It’s kind of weird, right?” Steve asks, turning to face Eddie, his hands on his hips.

Eddie nods. “A little, yeah.” He feels awkward then, either from the odd realization they’d just had together, or the lack of purpose now that they’ve finished wrapping the presents for tomorrow. “Well… I’m gonna head to bed. I know tomorrow’s Saturday, but I’ll probably be up kind of early to get ready, so I’ll go ahead and make breakfast around eight or so, if that’s okay with you?”

Steve’s mouth does that thing again, a flat line where Eddie would normally find him smiling. “You don’t have to. I’m sure the girls will probably sleep in a little tomorrow, so I can make them something when we get up after you leave.”

“Oh,” Eddie says. A wave of inadequacy washes over him, but he tries to just smile and nod through it. “Right, sure. Well, um… I guess I’ll see you when I get back tomorrow?”

“Okay,” Steve replies, nodding.

Eddie’s just turned away to head to his room when Steve says his name. “Yeah?” Eddie asks, glancing back at him.

Steve’s face is flushed, and he rakes a hand through his hair almost aggressively. “Um. Before you go… Maybe we should…”

Eddie blinks at him, confused. “Should…?” he prompts when Steve just stops there.

“Um.” Steve rubs the back of his neck. Eddie thinks it’s just a nervous tic thing at first, but then he catches the way Steve is staring at his neck, and it clicks.

“Oh. You want to scent me tonight?” Eddie asks, forcing himself to sound very neutral and normal about it, although secretly, his omega side is rejoicing.

Steve nods, his eyes downcast like he’s… embarrassed? That can’t be right. He hasn’t been embarrassed to ask for this a single time yet. If anything, Eddie should be blushing. “Yeah, if that’s… alright with you. I mean, if you don’t want to because of your… you know,” he gestures vaguely, and Eddie doesn’t know. “We don’t have to. But… I just figured…”

God. He’s so damn sweet and clearly nervous of Eddie’s response, although Eddie can’t imagine why he would be, and really, there’s only one response that makes any sense at all.

“Of course, honey,” Eddie says, making his voice just as soft. “C’mere,” he murmurs, stepping into Steve’s space just as he steps forward into his.

Steve’s arms are warm and sure as he wraps Eddie up in a hug, looping around his waist and dragging Eddie against his body like that’s where he belongs. In turn, Eddie loops his arms around Steve’s broad shoulders, tucking his face up against Steve’s neck and breathing deeply.

“Smell good,” he mumbles against the column of Steve’s throat.

Steve shivers. “Mm. You,” he replies nonsensically.

For a moment, they stay like that. Not fully scenting each other, just hugging and inhaling deeply, as if they’re trying to breathe each other in. Then Steve shifts, and Eddie’s whole body relaxes when he scents him, a wave of calming alpha pheromones flooding his senses. He has just enough presence of mind to tilt his own head, scenting Steve back.

He doesn’t do that every time. He doesn’t think Steve minds when he does, exactly, but he’s never specifically asked Eddie to scent him back.

Though, if it does bother him, he’s got a funny way of showing it.

Steve sighs, his arms tightening briefly around Eddie’s waist before loosening. “Mm,” he hums, clearly content. “We should definitely do this in the morning and at night. Feel like I’ve taken a shot of melatonin.”

Eddie giggles against Steve’s throat. “Hm, not sure it’s supposed to be that addicting,” he jokes lightly.

When Steve pulls back, he gives Eddie an odd little half-smile. “Yeah,” he murmurs, reaching up and tucking a lock of Eddie’s hair behind his ear. “You’re right. It shouldn’t. But it is.”

Eddie freezes. Something about his voice, that solemn, sure answer… it makes his head spin. “Oh,” is all his stupid mouth can come up with, apparently, as his brain has fully taken the night off apparently. He can feel it building between them, that tension that often seems near-unbearable, but when it breaks, it’s not in the way he’s hoping for.

Steve smiles, brushing his knuckles against Eddie’s cheek sweetly. “Goodnight, honey. I hope everything goes well tomorrow.”

Eddie just nods stupidly, barely even processing a single word out of his mouth. Steve is either oblivious to his state of stupidity, or is choosing to mercifully ignore it, because before Eddie can say something dumber, Steve is stepping away, squeezing Eddie’s hip in some sort of parting gesture as he heads to his own bedroom.

It takes Eddie a long moment to do the same.

~~~

When Eddie’s alarm goes off the next morning, he doesn’t feel like he’s actually gotten the amount of sleep that he knows he has. He’s quick to turn it off, afraid of waking up the rest of the household on their nice free Saturday morning. He picks his outfit carefully, scanning each of the items Steve bought for him with the utmost scrutiny before finally deciding on the nice red button-down and a pair of jeans. He thinks this shirt says both “hi-best-friend-I-haven’t-seen-in-years-let’s-catch-up-over-coffee” and “hi-best-friend-of-my-employer-I-hope-your-baby’s-great” without being too much for either occasion.

He’s quiet as he goes through his normal morning routine, showering and washing his hair with excited jitters tugging his every movement. He’s not sure he’s been this excited for socializing since the last time he went to a gig back in Hawkins, and that was before him and H-

Well. It was a while ago.

After towel-drying his hair to the best of his ability, he makes his way to the kitchen, pouring a cup of orange juice as he scans the chalkboard by the fridge. They don’t really need anything he can’t just pick up on the next grocery run, so he’s got nothing to worry about there. He spares a minute to marvel at the fact that this sort of casual domesticity, checking a grocery list for his pack, is something he gets to have now.

He’s rinsing out his glass and checking the time when he notices a slip of paper at the end of the bar. He frowns, but curiosity gets the better of him.

Scribbled on the scrap of what is apparently notebook paper is a short message.

Good morning! Have fun and be safe on your date. See you later :)

xoxo, Steve

Eddie stares at it for a lot longer than is probably socially acceptable, his brain hyper-focused on one word: date.

Is that what Steve thought this was? Did he think it was an honest-to-god date, with any sort of romantic intentions? God, Eddie had been so stupid not to clarify that when telling Steve about his plans. Now he feels like an idiot, and a bit like a cheater, even though-

No, that’s silly. They are not together. Even if this was a proper date (which it isn’t!), it really wouldn’t be any of Steve’s business. Because they had decided to be mature adults. Mature adults in a business relationship, who won’t sleep together or date or do any of the things Eddie is craving like a man starved, because it’s wrong.

And maybe because Eddie has been hurt one too many times by pretty alphas with kind voices and opulent lifestyles. Maybe because of that, too.

It’s already nearly twenty minutes until nine, so Eddie leaves the note there, unable to even think of a halfway decent or clever response to leave him with before he goes to tug on his shoes and coat. He’s quiet as he lets himself out of the sleeping apartment, locking the door behind him and taking a deep breath.

He can do this.

~~~

He gets to the coffee shop he and Gareth agreed to meet at with not a minute to spare, and Eddie’s very first thought is, I can’t do this.

Fitting, then, that almost immediately after the thought pops into his mind, he spots Gareth waiting by the door. The kid - well, grown man now, Jesus - still has the same round face, the same cheery grin when he spots Eddie and waves. The only thing that’s changed is his hair. It’s a little shorter than Eddie remembers it, but just as curly as it was back in high school. He’s wearing a dark green plaid flannel shirt, no coat, the weirdo, and a pair of black jeans.

He looks good.

“Eddie!” Gareth says loudly when Eddie approaches. His arms are flapping out to pull Eddie into a hug before Eddie can decide between that and a handshake, and it’s remarkable how relieving it is to feel that familiar embrace and smell his familiar scent after all this time apart.

“Gare,” Eddie mumbles, hugging him back tightly. “God. I missed you man.” He pulls away, shoves at his shoulder playfully, mainly so he doesn’t do something stupid like cry. “Look at you, dude. You’re like, old, and shit.”

Gareth grins even wider at that, but Eddie notices the way his nostrils flare a little as they part, a curious glint in his eyes. “Pft. Says you, Crypt Keeper.”

Eddie laughs so hard he thinks he bruises something. Gareth’s right, in a way. Eddie is the oldest of the two, by a whopping three years. Still, it’s odd, trying to reconcile the fifteen-year-old Gareth Eddie met in high school with the twenty-three-year-old Gareth that stands before him now. And somewhere in the middle is that twenty-year-old Gareth, the one that Eddie left behind, what seems like a lifetime ago now.

He shakes himself from the melancholy. Here-and-now Gareth looks at him with understanding, and it’s like no time has passed at all between then and now.

“Let’s go inside,” Eddie says, to save himself any further embarrassment.

Gareth follows him inside the coffee shop, and Eddie thinks it should be at least a little awkward, hanging out with someone he hasn’t seen in literal years, but it’s not. They make polite small-talk while they wait in line - the “how’s your family?” “Good, how’s yours?” of respectable adult catch-up conversations, but Eddie finds that unlike having this conversation with other people, he actually cares about Gareth’s answers.

When they reach the counter, Gareth smirks at Eddie. “I bet you still drink your coffee ��black like my soul,’ don’t you?”

Eddie can feel the sheepishness of the grin that tugs at his lips, but shakes his head. “Actually, no. Steve has gotten me on a caramel kick lately, and I’ve got to say, that shit tastes so much better with some sugar in it. It makes those six o’clock mornings much easier,” he jokes.

Gareth studies him then, right up until it’s their turn to order. They each order their own thing, but Eddie insists on paying.

“Really, Gareth, I’ve got it. I barely spend the money that I make, so that in and of itself is basically a treat for me,” Eddie says. It wins him the argument, but Gareth still has that shrewd, considering look on his face.

By the time they sit down, Eddie can hardly stand it anymore. “Dude, what? Why the hell do you keep looking at me like that?”

Gareth smiles, but it’s all sarcasm. “Hm… I dunno, Edmund. You got something you wanna tell me?”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Yeah, the first thing I want to tell you is that Edmund is no longer a funny joke.”

Gareth shrugs. “It’ll be funny until I stop laughing at it, to be honest.”

“Sure,” Eddie says, sending his eyeballs for another spin. “Seriously. What is it? Do I… Do I look that bad these days?”

That gets Gareth to crack, at least. “Pft. Please. First of all, since when do you care about your appearance?” He ticks the items off with his fingers as he speaks. “Second of all, you know you’ve always been attractive. I won’t sit here and stroke your ego, but twenty-six looks good on you, man.”

Eddie knows he’s blushing a little at that. They’ve never been the complimenting sort, his friends, but out of all of them, Gareth was definitely always the first to offer any sort of reassurance or confidence boost. On the other hand, he was also always the first to call someone out on their bullshit, without fail.

“Thanks,” Eddie finally forces out. “I… I feel better than I have in a long time.”

Gareth has a soft look of understanding on his face as he leans forward, patting Eddie’s nervously-tapping hand. “That’s good, Eddie. That’s really good.”

And suddenly, Eddie can’t stand it anymore. He knows that Gareth would probably bring it up eventually, in some capacity, but Eddie feels this violent need to clear the air, to sage away the invisible demon lurking over them.

“I broke up with Henry.”

Gareth’s face doesn’t change all that much. His shoulders drop in a noticeable sigh of relief, but that gentle acceptance never leaves his face. “I’m so fucking proud of you,” Gareth says, squeezing Eddie’s hand tightly.

Eddie lets out a deep breath, one that’s stale with the weight of nearly three years. He doesn’t really believe in the whole demon-possession, God-fearing religious thing, but he can’t imagine that being exorcized of a literal demon feels any better than this.

“It took me a while,” Eddie confesses. Really leaning into the Catholicism of it all, aren’t we, his subconscious offers unhelpfully. “Like… A lot longer than it should have. I just called it quits for real like… maybe a year ago?”

Gareth nods, but his eyebrows knit together in confusion. “That’s amazing. I really am proud of you, man. But… why didn’t you ever reach out to any of us? Like after you called it off?”

Eddie drops his gaze to his hands, watching as he twists his rings around and around, four times for each ring before moving to the next. “I… I guess I didn’t think you guys wanted to hear from me. And I figured… I probably deserved that.”

There’s a short silence, and then Gareth snorts. Loudly. “Well, that’s some bullshit,” he says. He shrugs when Eddie casts him a glare. “You’re my best friend, Eddie. And I can’t speak for the others, but… I would’ve been fucking thrilled to have heard from you. Especially after going through… all that.”

Eddie had promised himself he wouldn’t cry, but he feels the traitor salt leaking from his eye anyway. “Well,” he mumbles, trying desperately to pull himself together. “I wish I had realized that. I missed you guys constantly. And you were right, being with Henry… it wasn’t fucking worth it.”

Gareth shrugs, in a sort of “what can you do?” gesture. “It is what it is, you know,” he says calmly. “Everyone makes mistakes. Yours was just… a several-years-long mistake, with a bit of domestic violence thrown in.”

Eddie flinches at the words. He doesn’t mean to, but… it’s been a while, since he let himself think about any of that at all, or since he’s allowed himself to even engage in conversations even remotely similar to this. But it’s been a year. He needs to do this. He has to.

“Yeah,” he says lamely. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. For everything that happened that night. The whole argument, the taking his side.” Eddie huffs, embarrassed. “And for saying the band would be nothing without me. That was… that was really fucking stupid, and I see that now,” he says, getsuring to Gareth. Because Eddie is no idiot. He knows that his old bandmates aren’t on the same level of fame that they had all dreamed of, but he knows that they’ve made a name for themselves within the metal scene.

“Yeah. That was pretty fucking stupid,” Gareth says. It sounds harsh, but then he grins, significantly softening his words. “I forgive you, by the way,” he tacks on after a minute.

Eddie glances up at him sharply, surprised. “Yeah?”

Gareth nods. Nothing in his face shows any sign of deception, and Eddie realizes suddenly how foolish he’s been. All this time spent being mad, then guilty, then regretful, of everything that happened, and here Gareth is, showing him the kind of grace and forgiveness Eddie would never think himself capable of.

“There’s no point in being mad,” Gareth says, his voice gentle. “Even back then. We knew the situation. Like, as soon as you started dating him, Jeff and I knew something wasn’t quite right. And then, at that party…” Gareth shakes his head slowly, his gaze unfocused, like he’s reimagining that night. The night that the band sort of fell apart, or at least fell a lead singer short, and Eddie lost the only real friends he’d ever had.

The first night Henry ever hit him in front of another person.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie repeats.

Gareth stares at him, and Eddie recognizes that shift in his jaw, the flash of his eyes. “Eddie, you are not the one who fucked up. That fucking asshole is the one who should be sorry. He hit you, right there in front of everyone, and then made you apologize for him.” He reaches forward, taking Eddie’s hand in his and squeezing firmly. “Stop. Apologizing. For. Him.” Each word is said slowly, with a deliberate punctuation between each one as Gareth emphasizes it.

Eddie nods, blinking harshly to try and clear his suddenly blurred vision. “I’m sor- er. Okay,” he tries again, chuckling wetly at himself. “Just force of habit, I guess.” He wipes at his eyes, and offers Gareth what he knows is a shaky smile.

“I get it,” Gareth says softly. “But you finally got away from him. And you deserve to live a life where you don’t have to apologize for someone else. Okay?”

“Okay,” Eddie says, struggling to nod his assent when he’s been conditioned this way for so long. “Can we, uh… Maybe talk about something else? Please?”

Gareth nods immediately, proving once again why he deserves his status as Best Friend. “Of course,” he says, sipping his coffee and leaning over the table like he’s about to tell a secret. “Why do you smell like alpha?”

Eddie nearly chokes on his coffee.

“Maybe not that either,” he says through a choked gasp, struggling to get his breathing under control. He’s not sure which is more embarrassing: Gareth knowing he smells like alpha, or Eddie’s near-death reaction to it.

“Oh, come on,” Gareth whines. “I don’t see you for three years and you won’t even tell me all the juicy details about your life?”

Eddie shrugs, but can’t help the smirk that’s tugging insistently on his mouth. “Well… there’s not much to tell!” He’s not even lying, technically. Although he is bursting at the seams to tell someone about this situation with Steve, he doesn’t exactly have much to tell.

Gareth rolls his eyes. “Oh, please. You expect me to believe that? You didn’t even smell like alpha the majority of the time you and…” he trails off, no doubt reading the pain in Eddie’s expression. “Right. Not talking about it. My bad.”

Eddie gives him a grateful smile, and chooses to ignore the second half of that statement to respond to the first part. “Well… I’m being serious, I don’t really know what to tell you. I’m not in a relationship. I don’t have a mate.”

Gareth quirks an eyebrow. “And yet you have a scenting partner?”

“God,” Eddie whines, covering his face when he feels heat crawling up his cheeks. “You make it sound so… filthy.”

“Is it not?” Gareth argues.

“No!” Eddie sighs deeply, finally making direct eye contact with Gareth. “Look, can I level with you?”

“Always,” Gareth says, shrugging.

Eddie chews on his lip for a moment, unsure how exactly to say it. “So… um… You know how I told you I’m a nanny now, right?”

Gareth’s eyes immediately narrow. “Yes.”

Eddie swallows hard. Now or never, he supposes. “Well, the father of the kids I nanny, he’s a single dad, an alpha, and he thought it would be best-”

“Hold up,” Gareth cuts him off there, giving him a disapproving look. “Please don’t tell me you’re doing that omega thing where you seek out a savior to get over your abusive ex.”

And, ouch, that fucking stings.

“Um, no,” Eddie says with certainty. “That’s not at all what I’m doing. Steve is nothing like Henry. He’s kind, and charming, and funny, and-”

“You said all of those things about Henry at one time, too,” Gareth says, his voice soft.

Eddie sits back in his chair, putting some distance between them. “I’m not a fucking child, Gareth. I am capable of making my own decisions and having them not blow up in my face, contrary to popular belief.”

Gareth raises his hands in a sign of peace. “Sorry, sorry. I’m not trying to say you aren’t, dude, really. I just…” Gareth sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Listen, I’d just hate to see you go through the same thing again, is all. But if you really think this guy is different, I trust your judgment.”

“He is,” Eddie insists immediately. Gareth just shrugs, impartial, but Eddie continues. “No, I’m serious, Gareth. You know how Henry had, like, no friends, and we could never figure out why?”

Gareth nods slowly. “It was because he was a massive twat and most people who got close saw that within like, two seconds.”

It’s probably not meant to be a slight against Eddie, but it still stings. “Exactly,” Eddie says anyway. “Steve’s not like that. He’s got friends, and his coworkers all seem to like him, and… and his kids.”

Eddie is aware, vaguely, that he must have a stupid, dreamy look on his face. But thinking about Steve and his kids is just like that, it really is the dream Eddie always had for his own family, in a lot of ways.

“What about his kids?” Gareth asks with a smile, clearly just humoring Eddie at this point.

“They love him so much, Gare. Like,” Eddie pauses, shaking his head slowly as he collects his thoughts. “Like, I can’t remember a time I ever stayed up at night to see my dad come in from work, but these kids do. Every night that Steve comes home late, they beg me to stay up to get to see him, just for a little while. And he just loves both of them, so much. And even though he’s a single dad, he does everything he can to give them everything he can to make up for it. I just lo-”

He pauses then, his eyes darting quickly to Gareth to see if he caught his almost-mistake.

Gareth definitely did, if his poorly-hidden smirk is any indication, but he doesn’t tease Eddie for it. Instead, he just shrugs. “He sounds like a great guy,” he says, his tone completely neutral. He softens his smirk into something closer to a smile, reaching out and patting Eddie’s hand. “I just want you to be happy, okay? And I would prefer if that happiness didn’t come with the price of a relationship, but-”

Eddie is quick to correct him then. “We’re not in a relationship.”

Gareth tilts his head knowingly. “Maybe not,” he agrees. “But you want to be.”

“I…” Eddie sighs, looking down at his hands. “Yeah. I do.”

“All I’m saying is to be careful,” Gareth says. “He sounds wonderful, though. Which brings me to the most interesting part…” he leans in, definitely smirking again. “Why aren’t you dating? If he’s scenting you, and you’re already living together, raising his kids… what’s the hold-up?”

Eddie scoffs. “Well, it’s- he’s- it’s unprofessional!” he exclaims, shaking his head. “I work for him, Gareth.”

Gareth shrugs, his eyebrows raised like he’s not comprehending. “So? People date their coworkers all the time, dude.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “This isn’t like working at the fucking - convenience store or something. He’s my superior. And if it went bad, how would the kids handle it? It’s just-”

“Wait a second,” Gareth says, waving his hand. “You’re not dating based on the technicality that you work for him, right?”

It takes Eddie a second to process that, to make sure that is truly what he’s saying. “Yeah,” he says finally. He shrugs. “Other than that… I would think things would work out perfectly. When we kissed, he-”

“You’ve already kissed him?” Gareth asks, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead. “Are you sure you’re not dating?”

Eddie huffs. “Yes, I’m sure. God, Gareth. I would know if we were dating.”

Gareth raises his hands in defense. “Sorry, man. It just sounds a little…” He makes a face, and weirdly enough, Eddie understands the exact emotion he’s trying to communicate to him.

“I know,” Eddie admits sheepishly. But I swear, nothing is going on. I just…” Eddie flushes, but he feels relatively safe here to admit the truth. “I just wish it was.”

Gareth gives him a sympathetic smile. “Yeah. I get it.” He pauses, then laughs, shaking his head. “Well I guess that’s not technically true. I don’t fully understand it, but… Eddie, I think you should just go for it.”

“What?” Eddie asks.

“Look,” Gareth says placatingly. “I know you think it would be some awful thing, to date him while you’re working for him. So maybe you find another job. You’re in the city now, there’s gotta be other opportunities around here. And if things go well, one day maybe you two will be mated and having pups and living happily ever after.”

Eddie hates himself for how much he actually loves the idea of that. The idea of a proper future with Steve, one where they could be together properly, sharing a life and sharing children like proper mates. It’s probably pathetic, but he’s a little bit obsessed with the idea just the same.

And finding a new job… he hadn’t even thought of that.

“Well…” Eddie says, trying desperately to think of a refute. “I dunno, man. I… I guess I can think about it.”

Gareth nods. “You do that, and let me know what you decide. I expect that you’ll keep in touch from now on, right?” he gives Eddie this look, like refusing is not an option.

Eddie nods, smiling widely. This, at least, is an easy decision. “Of course I will. But hey, enough about me. Tell me what’s new in the world of Gareth.”

Gareth gives him a little hesitant look, like he’s not sure if Eddie is serious. “Are you sure you don’t have to go?”

Eddie glances down at his watch, and finds that it’s already almost eleven, somehow. Still, he turns to smile at Gareth, carefree. “We’ve still got at least an hour. Spill your guts, man.”

And for the next hour, that’s exactly what they do.

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