#she can just stay mama Munson
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Mama Munson made Eddie’s Halloween costumes from scratch every year. She said it was because it looked cooler, but as he got older, he realized it was because she used scraps and cheap fabrics to make them and that’s all they could afford.
But his costumes were always great. Every year was better than the last.
When he got too old for trick or treating, she used Halloween night to teach him how to sew.
“For that jacket you wanna wear so bad, baby.”
It took a lot of effort, and a little bit of help for the thicker patches, but he managed to finish it in a few weeks.
That year for Christmas, he made her and Wayne battle jackets with their favorite bands and singers.
It became the thing he gave to important people.
Shortly after Vecna, when he was stuck in bed for nearly a month healing, he had his mom run to the store in Indy and start grabbing patches. Wayne found denim jackets from the donation store, surprised anything was left at all with how much people needed right now.
Eddie made all the kids jackets, even Max, who would probably think it was stupid in the same way she thought Lucas holding her hand was stupid (not at all).
He made Robin one, with a hidden rainbow flag patch on the inside pocket.
Nancy got one, even Argyle and Jonathan got one.
Steve didn’t.
Eddie didn’t know how to make it a friendly gesture, how to not make it look like he was screaming from the rooftops that he’d fallen hard for the guy who almost single-handedly saved his life. He was certain that giving him the jacket he made would be the end of the daily visits, the joking around, the fun.
“Baby, you think he don’t know?”
Eddie’s mama was trying not to laugh when he unloaded on her while he stitched the last patch to the front.
“He visits you every day, sometimes for hours, sometimes has to be dragged out by nurses, and ya think he don’t know?”
As usual, she had a point.
So Eddie was brave, gave Steve the jacket the next day when he stopped by.
Steve was silent as he took in every patch and pin, even the section of glitter glue Erica had insisted he add. Eddie played with his bare fingers, wishing now more than ever that he had his rings back.
Finally, Steve looked up, watery smile pointed right at Eddie.
“I love it. And you.”
Mama Munson slapped the back of his head gently later while Steve slept in the chair by his bed.
“I told ya so!” Her whisper was enough to make Steve shift around, his grip on Eddie’s hand tightening momentarily. “May have lost a nipple, but got yourself a boyfriend. That’s the Munson way.”
“What the hell do you mean?”
“Oh, Wayne never told you about losing his nipple in ‘Nam? Flirted with the medic and blamed it on blood loss, but wouldn’t ya know? The medic was a little light in his loafers, too!”
Eddie rolled his eyes.
“Wayne didn’t lose a nipple. You’re makin’ shit up again.”
“I ain’t never lied to ya! You ask Wayne tomorrow. There’s a reason he don’t ever go shirtless at the lake.”
And sure enough, the next day, Wayne lifted his shirt and showed Eddie where he had nothing but a scar where his nipple should be.
“So what about the medic?”
“Oh! Grant.” Wayne smiled. “We still write to each other sometimes. He’s married, got a few kids.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. We wouldn’t have worked anyway. He lives in Maine. Can’t imagine dealin’ with moose.”
Mama Munson just raised her brows from her chair and smirked.
When Steve came by after his shift, he was wearing his jacket and the biggest smile Eddie’s ever seen.
“Anything new?”
“Nothin’ really. Just found out I’ve got a lot more in common with Wayne than I thought.”
#still no name for her but oh well#she can just stay mama Munson#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#wayne munson#mama Munson#I’m begging someone to write something with all this#I ain’t got the TIME#or the ENERGY#I have little spurts of thoughts like this and then NOTHING
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Wayne pov, implied neglect, abandonment
Wayne gets a call from Hawkins Elementary that Eddie hasn’t been to school in two days.
They couldn’t get ahold of Al on the phone, as usual. Wayne hopes his suspicions are wrong, but he already knows what he’s going to find when he shows up to the shabby old house on Philadelphia street with a McDonald’s bag in hand.
His knock on the door goes unanswered, but he sees small fingers and big round eyes peeking through the side window blinds.
“Hey, Eddie, it’s your Uncle Wayne. Open the door, it’s alright.”
Eddie shuffles away from the window, but there’s still no answer.
“You hungry? I brought those nugget things you like, that’s all. Some kinda toy in here too.”
After a moment, the door slowly opens a sliver. One big button eye peeks through the crack and a pale skinny arm reaches out.
Wayne hands over the food. “Gonna let me come inside?”
Eddie’s arm snakes back in with the bag like a claw machine. But after another moment, the door swings open fully, revealing Eddie in rumpled clothes at least a couple days worn. The shadows under his eyes tell Wayne all he needs to know.
“Dad’s gone to the store,” Eddie smiles nervously, he didn’t inherit Al’s ability to lie behind it. “He said he’ll be right back.”
Wayne just nods as he comes inside. One look around confirms what he already knew. By the window, there’s a blanket and a scatter of candy wrappers and empty soda cans where Eddie’s been sleeping. Waiting and watching the driveway for Al.
This wouldn’t be the first time Al’s gone off and left Eddie to fend for himself. Wayne’s been helping out as much as he can since Eddie’s poor mama passed. He doesn’t know much about raising kids but he knows Al’s one dumb selfish bastard to be leaving Eddie alone for days since the ripe age of 8.
Wayne ignores the twist in his chest and the stab of anger he feels and doesn’t mention it. He follows Eddie to the coffee table in front of the couch where Eddie digs into the McDonald’s sack.
“School called and said you weren’t there. You feelin’ bad?” He reaches out, gently pushing back Eddie’s wild curls to feel his forehead. He’s surprised Eddie lets him, too busy scarfing down chicken nuggets. “No fever.” Wayne notes, but Eddie’s hair needs a good wash.
Eddie’s narrow shoulders slump a bit. He doesn’t look at Wayne, tearing open his chocolate milk with his teeth.
“I just— didn’t wanna go today. I hate school. Miss Taylor always gives me a bad behavior grade even when I act the best in class. She calls me Junior. Munson Junior.”
“Thought you liked being called Junior. Like your dad.”
Eddie shrugs, those shadows darkening on him. “Everyone forgets I have my own name too. Sometimes I just wanna be Eddie.”
Already, he’s feeling the weight of his last name. Al taught him to hotwire the second he turned 10 and how to pick locks even before that. Munson tradition, Al wouldn’t listen when Wayne told him that’s bullshit. What seem like cool tricks to Eddie now already make him guilty in everyone’s eyes. Wayne’s been feeling it all his life, thanks to his old man and now Eddie’s got Al to thank for making it even worse.
“That’s good, you just keep reminding them,” Wayne says, being careful with his next words. “When you finish that, why don’t you go pack a bag, alright? You can come stay with me until your dad gets back.”
Eddie goes stiff, chewing slower now. “It— it hasn’t been long. He said he’d be right back.” His eyes drift over to Wayne, checking to see if he buys it. Wayne doesn’t. So Eddie huffs, “I wanna stay here. I hate the trailer park.”
That’s just him repeating Al’s shit talk, so Wayne doesn’t take offense. “Your friend’s been askin’ about you. That little girl next door.”
Eddie perks up at that, “Ronnie?” Wayne nods and thinks that does the trick for a second, but Eddie stubbornly sulks again. “I can’t go. Dad told me to stay here until he gets back.”
“Well, you shouldn’t be here alone. You don’t have to be.”
“I’m not scared to stay by myself,” Eddie insists, sitting up straighter, looking even younger trying to look older. “Dad said I’m not a little kid anymore. I’m 10 now and I can look after myself. He taught me to use the stove and everything. I always do fine on my own.”
“So he’s been leaving a lot, then? You know you can call me to come pick you up,” Wayne tries not to frame it like it’s Eddie’s fault, pointing to where his phone number is pinned on the fridge with a magnet.
Eddie’s lip wobbles despite how he tries to square his jaw.
“There’s nothing wrong.”
“You ain’t—”
“You said to call if I need you and I don’t need you, Wayne! I'm fine!”
Eddie shoves the food away, his eyes wide and shiny when he cuts them back to Wayne. Not glaring with anger, just hurt.
“It’s not fine,” Wayne tells him, gentle as the first time he held him, just a tiny thing all bundled up in Elizabeth’s knitting. “Your dad’s got his head in his ass again. You can’t stay here on your own, no matter what he said. I ain’t leaving you by yourself.”
“I’m not going.” Eddie’s more pleading now than arguing. “I have to stay here so Dad can find me when he gets back. Don’t you get that? If I’m not here, I won’t see him.”
That’s what it’s really about, Eddie thinking it’s his responsibility to keep up with his Dad. Instead of the other way around.
“If he comes looking for you, he’ll know where to find you.” But Al won’t. It’s never Eddie that he comes back for. Wayne doesn’t tell Eddie that, but now Eddie’s starting to learn that on his own. Al proved it to him time and time again.
“Why do you even care?” Eddie’s angry now. But it’s not really Wayne that he’s mad at. They both know that.
“It’s alright, son, c’mon now.” Wayne reaches for him but Eddie quickly pushes his hand away.
“You aren’t my dad.” Tears escape with the words, and seeing his pain hurts Wayne more than anything he could say, or do. He pushes Wayne again. “So why do you care? Why are you here?”
He doesn’t need an answer, he just needs to let it out.
So Wayne sits there while Eddie shoves his chest and cries harder, “You aren’t my dad. Why do you care?” Wayne curls his hands around Eddie’s smaller ones as the question turns to, “Why aren’t you?” Then it’s a broken little sob of, “Why aren’t you my dad?”
Wayne catches Eddie when he finally tires himself out, and instead of pushing Wayne away, Eddie’s clinging to him. Eddie’s holding on like Wayne’s all he’s got left in the world. Wayne hugs Eddie to his chest, wishing there was more he could do.
Al put a hole in Eddie and he’s digging it deeper everyday, one that Wayne won’t ever quite fit into. He tries to fill it the best he can, giving Eddie the only bedroom in the trailer, going to the talent show because Al never makes good on his promises to be there for Eddie, not letting Eddie stay in this damn house alone waiting for someone who’s never gonna show up. Maybe Wayne’s not that someone, but he can still be here for Eddie. And he’s gonna be.
“C’mon, let’s get you outta here.”
#munson family stuff on the mind sorry#eddie munson#wayne munson#stranger things#ficlet#ronnie ecker#al munson#rueswriting#mp
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Sharing Smokes Outside the Snow Ball
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It's the Winter of 1999, and Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are standing outside the Hawkins Middle School Snow Ball, sharing a smoke.
Eddie can't believe he's back here, the whole thing feeling nearly as surreal as that nightmare, wayward Spring Break over ten years ago. He'd barely made it out of that hell hole alive, Steve himself practically having to hold Eddie together as they made their way from Forest Hill to Hawkins Memorial Hospital.
Spring had turned into summer, sweltering and oppressive as Eddie slowly, painfully healed.
There had been bright spots, though. Watching Lucas and Erica squabble during the one-shot campaign he had cooked up just for the party that June. Evenings out beside the Harrington's temperature controlled pool, beer bottle sweating in his hand as he traded a joint back and forth between Argyle and Jonathan, the sound of Robin's cackle loud and bright as she managed to hipcheck Steve into the pool. Steve's own blinding smile--a longtime feature of Eddie's secret high school fantasies--being turned on him the first time he made it from the front doors of the physical therapy clinic to the passenger side of his BMW, without needing any help at all.
But then summer had ended, and Eddie, finally back together again like a character out of a children's nursery rhyme, had packed up his van and headed straight to Chicago, not looking back.
Sure, there'd been post cards sent, phone calls to Dustin and the other Hellfire brats, promises to see everyone soon. Promises that Eddie couldn't keep, even if he wanted to.
Not when he didn't dare set foot in Hawkins, not ever again.
Then, over a decade into his second life as a struggling guitarist by night, record shop employee by day, his cousin Brooke had landed on his doorstep, looking too tired and too young all at once, a bruise around her eye. Behind her, her eleven year old son was studying the apartment hall's tiling.
"I left him." Eddie didn't need an explanation for that one. Her good-for-nothing husband, Nash. "Jake won't be any trouble, he just...needs a place to stay, while I get back on my feet. Somewhere his daddy can't find him. Just for a little while."
Eddie thought of his Mama. And then he called Wayne.
"Shit, Uncle Wayne, I--don't know what to do."
"Come on home now, boy," Wayne said, easy as anything, like Eddie had left only yesterday. "Come on back home."
So Eddie had.
That had been six months ago. And now he was standing in the aforementioned middle school parking lot with Steve 'the Hair' Harrington, while their kids--and wasn't that just a fucking head trip and a half--danced the night away.
"I keep half expecting Click to round the corner screaming my name," Eddie admits as he gives Steve a light. "Remember junior year, I sold to you in the alley behind the gym? Old bat nearly got me that time."
"Remember? I literally had to shove that joint down the front of my shorts, dude," Steve admits, which draws a snort out of Eddie to match his own chuckle. "Most of the guys on the basketball team couldn't move half as fast as you did that day. You practically vanished into the woods before she even made it to the stadium. Totally shoulda gone out for the track team, Eds."
Eddie clutches his chest, as though he's been shot. "Don't speak such blasphemy to me, Harrington."
"Yeah, well, you can quit worrying. Pretty sure she finally retired," Steve tells him, taking a long drag before he's passing the cigarette back to Eddie, even that brief touch enough to send sparks of electricity up Eddie's arm. Then he shoots Eddie that charming, infamous Harrington smile, boyish and cocky, the one that says he's used to getting exactly what he wants. "Even if she's not, I'm head of the PTA. If Higgins tries anything, I'll just threaten not to bring cupcakes to the next bake sale."
"Harrington, my hero," Eddie fakes a swoon, collapsing for a brief second against Steve's shoulder, an excuse to get close.
The theatrics get no rise out of Steve beyond an amused smirk. Even after all these years, he's still used to Eddie's antics, it seems.
"You know, it was total déjà vu," he nods to the middle school gymnasium, all decked out in blue and white, "dropping Sam off here."
Though he's actually gotten to know the Harrington offspring in person since he's been back, Eddie had received the rundown from Dustin and the others on Steve's journey to dadhood in their scattered calls over the years.
The December after Eddie had left, Steve had met a girl, taken her out on a few dates, and accidentally gotten her pregnant.
With Samantha, a name Dustin had proudly persuaded Steve into as the little girl's godfather. Every bit as adorable, now that Eddie had seen her, as the gushing picture the party had painted for him, all big blue eyes and wavy chestnut hair just like her father's.
Steve had gotten down on one knee long before she was born, determined to tie the knot and do right by her mother nearly as soon as he'd heard the news.
The pair had been divorced not even two years later.
"I don't think they were ever really in love," Dustin had informed Eddie one sunny afternoon impromptu of nothing, as always blunt in his honesty. "But you know what Steve is like. He's a hopeless romantic."
Eddie didn't, not exactly. But he's gotten enough glimpses, both back in '86 and much more recently, that he's starting to put the picture together.
Steve draws Eddie out of that particular reverie with another bright laugh. And then he's recounting the memory of Dustin's hair, done up in the infamous Harrington 'do, as Steve pulled up in front of the '84 Snow Ball playing chaperone in his trusty Beemer, long since traded in for the much more affordable sedan he's driving now.
"I demand photographic evidence, Harrington," Eddie insists, smile crooked, that distracting dimple appearing in his right cheek, "you can't conjure up an image like that and then not fork over the goods."
"Hey, man, talk to Dustin. Mrs. Henderson took like...a million pictures that night," Steve laughs.
But he's already mentally going through the album tucked away on a bookcase back at home, positive he's got his own photo to show for it. It'll make for a nice excuse to invite Eddie over for dinner one night.
The subject turns then to their own checkered experiences with school dances.
"Class of '85, baby! That's when they made your 'King Steve' title official," Eddie crows, teasing as he taps Steve once on the nose.
Steve goes a bit cross-eyed, following the movement of his finger.
"Yeah, well, talk about a total let-down of a night. I didn't even bring a date," Steve admits, tone blasé. The truth is, his entire senior year had been something of a disappointed trudge towards graduation, a walk he had taken mostly alone. There had been bright spots--the little band of miscreants he'd fallen into babysitting, for one--but they had all been far outside the walls of Hawkins High. "I'm guessing you weren't around for that? Not really your scene, especially with the Munson Doctrine's strict rules about 'forced conforming.'"
He puts Eddie's words in deliberate air quotes, his turn to give him a teasing smile.
"You're wrong about that one, big boy. I saw them, adorning your glorious locks with the crown." That mischievous smile is back. "We're not that old, dude, don't tell me you already forgot the whole 'prom streaking' incident?"
Eddie shoots him a loaded, deliberate look.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Shaking his head with a laugh, Steve waves his arms in front of him, like he's calling a time out. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me. That was you?"
"The one and only. What can I say, Jeff and Gareth dared me. Besides, by that point," Eddie shrugs casually, "I already knew I didn't have a shot at graduating anyway, so. Thought I'd close out the year with a bang."
"You've seriously never considered doing anything halfway in your life, have you, Munson?" Steve asks, giving Eddie's shoulder an almost exasperated nudge, smile fond in spite of himself.
"Absolutely not, Stevie boy. Life's too short. Where's the fun in playing it safe?"
Eddie swings into Steve's space, then, dark eyes sparkling. Goading and flirtatious. Just like when they were teenagers, thrown together in the worst of circumstances but making the best of it, before time and pain and trauma put all that distance between them.
And if Steve's eyes drop down to Eddie's lips as they share air, slow enough it can't be anything but deliberate, and their fingers brush just a tad too intimately the next time they trade the cigarette back and forth...well. They've got a lot of lost time--and shared smokes in school parking lots--to make up for.
#stranger things#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#my writing#my stuff#my things#i watched the end of season 2 for the umpteenth time this evening#remembered i always wanted a steddie scene parallel to the jopper smoking scene outside the snow ball#and then wrote this in a fevered haze over the past two hours#so apologies for any mistakes and messiness
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Margot
Eddie Munson X SingleMom!Reader
Summary: You and Eddie had been dating for months now, the only thing was, he didn’t know about your daughter, Margot.
Word Count : 4.5k
Warnings : Petnames, mean reader family, a couple swears, no real discussion of physical features of reader, teen pregnancy, there may be spelling mistakes, pure fluff, girl dad eddie.
Y/E/C - Your eye colour
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Being a mom at 18 wasn’t your plan at all, but now with your 2 year old beautiful baby girl you couldn’t have been happier.
After finding out you were pregnant, you were kicked out immediately, few things in a bag and gone. The baby daddy had been useless too, claiming it couldn’t have been his, even-though he was the one and only guy you’d slept with.
You had bounced between friends homes and a crumbling apartment, but then had regained
contact with your Aunt Maeve who lived in the town of Hawkins. That had been your home from almost 8 months now.
You had a job as a job that paid okay, and gave you time to study too. Along with being there for your little one, Margo and Aunt Maeve was a great help too.
“Goodnight Mar, Mama loves you,” you said kissing her head gently, closing the door behind you. “Hey Maeve, she’s down now. I left the number of the restaurant on the kitchen counter for you, so please call if you need me.”
Maeve pushed herself up from her worn armchair, “Sweetheart go have fun, you know you deserve it. He’s a nice kid, Uncle raised him right,” she smiled, kissing your cheek and pushing you towards the door.
Walking down the path, a smile appeared on your face as you saw a familiar van show up.
Climbing inside, “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” The famous Eddie Munson.
A metal head who you had met through your Aunts friend Wayne. And had fallen for quite soon after … only one thing, he had no clue about Margo.
Listen, it wasn’t that you were embarrassed, not at all. Your baby was the light of your life. She was everything. You just wanted to make sure Eddie was a keeper before they met.
Now 5 months of dates, hand holding and stolen kisses, you were sure he wouldn’t turn screaming when he found out.
Leaning over he pressed his lips to your cheek, “You look great too Eds.”
“You ready?” he asked, sliding his fingers through yours. “Let’s go!”
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“Okay that food was incredible!” You beamed at Eddie, who nodded. “It really was. Company was even better.” You pushed his arm lightly, “You, Eddie Munson, are a sweet talker.”
“Sweet enough to get you to stay the night?” he asked, pulling you close. “You’re something else,” pushing a curl behind his ear you kissed him gently.
“Is that a yes?”
“Eds I-” You were cut off by a woman walking over, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I have a call for you.” You stood, eyebrows furrowed, it could only be one person.
Following her to the phone, you quickly picked it up. “Maeve?”
“Mommy?” a small voice spoke from the other end. “Mar? What are you doing up my love it’s late?”
“Mama come home.”
“Baby can you give the phone to Auntie Maeve.”
“I’m so sorry I had to call,” Maeve spoke, her voice full of regret. “It’s okay, what’s going on?”
“Bad dream. She’s won’t settle, only stopped crying when she heard your voice.”
“I’ll be home as soon as I can okay?”
“Okay, say bye Mama.” You heard a faint ‘buh-bye’ from the girl.
Hanging up the phone you walked over to Eddie. “I’m so sorry, I can’t do tonight. Issues at home,” you explained.
“Don’t worry Sweetheart. Some other time?”
“Yes.”
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“I’ll call you okay?” you said to Eddie kissing him square on the lips. “Thank you for tonight it was amazing. I’m paying next time.”
“You’ve said that the last 3 times,” he laughed.
“Well someone keeps taking the bill!” Kissing him again you slid out of the van. “Night Eds.”
“Night Sweetheart.”
You waved goodbye and Eddie drove away, entering the house you heard a faint, “Mamas home!”
“MAMA MAMA MAMA!” Margot came flying through the hall and to you. “Hello my love,” you smiled, taking her in your arms, rubbing your hand through her ringlets. “miss-ed you Mommy,” she spoke, her dummy in her mouth and voice laced with sleep.
“Shall we go back to bed my love?” you asked her. Nodding into your neck, she mimicked your actions playing with your hair. “Okay let’s say goodnight to Auntie Maeve.”
The woman walked into the hall, “I’m just getting my tea and I’ll be up. Goodnight my darlings.”
“Night Maeve.”
“Nuh-nih.” Chuckling softly at the sleepy girl in your arms, you went on your way to bed.
Laying Mar down in your double bed, she whined slightly. “It’s okay, I’m just getting my pyjamas.”
“Mama, you wook pwetty,” she said.
“Thank you, you look so pretty too.” Margot smiled at that. She was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, but maybe you were biased.
As you were about to climb into bed next to her you paused, “Where’s bun?” you asked. She let out a huge gasp. “Still in bed!”
“Still in your bed?” She nodded. “Okay I’ll go get him okay?”
Wondering into her room you grabbed her small rabbit teddy who she loved so much. You were surprised she hadn’t noticed his absence sooner. “Here his is my Lo-” hearing soft snores you smiled.
Climbing in next to Margot, you placed her bunny in her arms, kissing her head softly. “Goodnight my Sweet Girl.”
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“We’ll be back in a little while Maeve,” you shouted walking out the door. “Mama, where we go?”
“We have to go to the store, get some things for dinner.” Margot nodded at that, pulling herself up into her car seat.
You buckled her in, making sure she was secure and placed a kiss on her head. The drive went smoothly, Margot was singing along to a couple of the songs on the radio, and chatting away to you the rest of the time.
“Mommy, we have pastas for din-ner?” The small girl spoke from the back of the car. “Sure babe, if that’s what you want.” You saw how she nodded happily through your mirror, making you smile. That’s all you wanted to do, make her happy.
Parking the car, you walked round to Margots seat, unbuckling her and holding her on your hip. Walking past the door, Margot exclaimed, “Mama we gotta go store!” Chuckling at the small girl,”We need a cart baby. We need to put our shopping somewhere.”
You slid her into the cart, she kicked her legs slightly in excitement. “Okay let’s go,” you smiled. “Let’s go!” she mimicked.
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Pushing the cart and holding the shopping list in your other hand you stopped. “What flavour do you want babe? Strawberry or Blueberry?”
“Blue-bewwy.”
“Blueberry okay.” Picking up the pop tarts you passed them to Mar so she could put them in the cart.
You noticed then that something was missing. “Mar, where’s bunny?” you asked.
“He’s- oh,” she looked at you with her big eyes, “Mama he’s gone!” tears started forming in her eyes. “Hey it’s okay. We’re gonna find him, come on let’s walk back this way and have a look.”
You wiped away some stray tears running down her face. You walked back down past the diary, the fruit and veggies. No sign of him. “Maybe we left him in the car,” you said to Mar.
“No Mama, I had him!”
“Okay that’s fine then. He must be in here somewhere, why don’t we ask that lady over there.” Pushing the cart over to one of the workers at the store you smiled at her, “Hi I was just wondering if you could see if someone’s handed in a toy rabbit?” Looking at you she nodded, seeing Margots upset face.
Waiting for her to return you lifted your baby from her place in the cart. Cuddling her to your body, as you rocked hushed her gently. The store assistant walked back over to you, “I’m really sorry but nothings been handed in, if you leave your number I could call you if it shows up.”
“Thank you,” you smiled at her. Putting Margot down on the floor, you took the small pad of paper and pen off the woman, writing your name and number down. “Mama! Mama! Bunny!” Margot squealed.
The small girl ran down the aisle to a familiar looking man. Shit. Eddie.
“Is this yours?” he asked, crouching down to Margots height, handing over the plush toy. “I found him out in the parking lot.”
“Mommy wook!” she turned to you, walking over quickly, you saw Eddies eyes widen slightly.
“Mama! Bunny!” Taking her in to your arms you smiled, “Yeah babe, what do you say?”
“Twank you.”
“No problem sweetheart.” Margot was so happy she got her bunny back, her focus was solely focused on him. “Mama?”he asked.
“I’m so sorry. I was going to tell you. I just, Eddie I wanted to make sure you were a good guy, she’s my everything.” He hummed and nodded. “Let’s be honest most people run screaming at the thought of teen pregnancy.”
“I understand. So uh, where does this leave us?”
“I don’t know Eds. I think that’s up to you. I wanted you to meet her, not like this, but I was - I am ready for that. I really hope you’d understand.”
“I do. Maybe we could go to the park one of the days?”
“Yeah I’d like that.”
~ / / / * \ \ \ ~
Walking hand in hand with Margot you waved towards Eddie who was waiting by a bench. “Mama, who dat?” she asked, bunny in her other hand. “That’s my friend Eddie, the man who found Bun at the store. He’s gonna hang out with us today. Shall we go say hi?”
She nodded, and you finally made it to the metalhead. “Hey,” you smiled.
“Hey you two. Hi little lady, I’m Eddie,” he said, getting down to her height, similarly to what had occurred in the store. “I’m Maw-go.”
“Margot?” She hummed.
“Mama, we go swing?” she asked, tugging you. “Course baby, let’s go.” Lifting her into the the small swing, you pushed gently letting her get used to it. “So I’m sure you have some questions. Please feel free to ask any,” you said to Eddie.
“I mean I understand why you didn’t mention her, seems like a great kid though,” he nodded to the giggling girl. “Mama higher!” she squealed, kicking her legs. You laughed at her, “She’s amazing.”
“So um … her dad?”
“Not in the picture. Never has been, never will be.”
“Is that why you live with your Aunt?”
“Yeah, sofa surfed for a while. Got a crummy apartment. Then Maeve got in touch, we hadn’t spoken for a while, I assumed she hated me like the rest of my family.
“But she offered me a home. Us a home. Margot loves her, loves it here.”
“I’m sorry the rest of your family aren’t like that. I’m sorry her d- that guy was like that too.”
“It’s fine, we’re were 17 when I got pregnant. It was scary, I get that. It’s his loss anyways, he doesn’t get her in his life, and anyone who has that is lucky.”
“Mommy! Can we slide?”
“You wanna go on the slide?”
“Yeah!” she shouted.
Gently stopping the swing, you picked her up and let her run over to the steps to get up to the slide. “Oh Mama, you have bunny so I cliwb up.” She said, running back and handing him over. Eddie smiled at her. “She’s like you.”
“You think?”
“Mhm, for sure. It’s how I imagine baby you.”
“Well speaking of, Maeve wanted me to invite you and Wayne over for dinner. You could confirm your theory, if you wanted.”
“Yeah I’d really like that.”
He slipped his fingers through yours and stepped closer, pressing his lips to your head. “Thank you for letting me into this part of your life.”
“Thank you for accepting it.”
“Mama watch!” Margot screamed from the top of the slide. She slid down quickly, feet landing in the sand below.
“Wow babe! That was quick!” She laughed running over to you two, “Hey mistwer Eddie?” she said, looking up with her big Y/E/C eyes.
“Yeah Sweetheart?”
“Can you pwush me on the spinner?” she asked.
He looked over at you, asking for your thoughts. You nodded your head, smiling slightly. “Sure Kid, let’s go.”
She sat down on the merry go round, “You ready?” he asked.
“Yeah!”
“Hold on tight.”
He didn’t push her too fast, but fast enough for her to squeal whilst giggling loudly. This went on for a few minutes until she heard a familiar tune. “Ice cweam!” Eddie slowly stopped the merry go round and helped her up.
Wobbly slightly, she shook her head, holding on to Eddies hands. Her own were tiny in his, he looked at her in awe, she really was a sweet kid. Like her mom clearly. He understood why you’d ‘hidden’ her, because who would want to break that little heart. She was your priority. Your everything.
“Mama, we get ice cweam?” she asked.
“I think we can do that, Eds you want one?”
“Sure, let’s go.” He expected Margot to run off again, but she walked in between you. Keeping her grip on Eddies hand and taking your own.
Grabbing three ice cream cones you sat down on the grass, and not even a few moments into it, it had coated the majority of the Margots lower face. “You’re meant to eat it,” Eddie chuckled, which Margot copied.
Once she was done she showed you her small hands, “They sticky Mommy.” Pulling open your small bag, which you had carried almost everywhere for the last 3 years of your life, you got some wipes and began cleaning the girl.
“All better?” you asked.
“Mhm. Twanks.” She rested her head on your shoulder, cuddling into you. “Tired my love?” you asked. “Mhm.” Checking your watch, it was the time when she would take a nap.
“You need to take her home?” he asked.
“I’ve got her stroller in the car, so we can walk whilst she naps?”
“Yeah I’d like that.”
~ / / / * \ \ \ ~
Buckling her in and laying back the seat, you placed her blanket over her. Handing her, her dummy and bunny. She was quickly soothed and fell to sleep. “How are you feeling?” you asked Eddie. “Well her asking me to play with her and the hand holding, it took me by surprise honestly.”
“She’s always been a good judge of character,” you smiled, as you two walked through the park. “I’m just having some doubts,”he sighed.
“I understand. Can I ask what about?” He heard the upset in your voice. “Oh babe not about you. You two are perfect.”
“Then what?”
“You know how I told you a few years back, those rumours about me. Satanist, killer, all of that.” You hummed a yes. “Well some people still think that, and I would never want you or Margot to be judged for that. For me.”
“Eds, you don’t have to worry about that. I know you will no matter what I say. I adore you, Im falling for you more and more everyday, and well Mar has clearly taken a liking to you.”
“I just don’t want you to suffer cause of me.”
“We’ll deal with that together Sweetheart. Don’t worry. Now I must ask, what would you and Wayne like for dinner when you come over?”
“Now you’re asking babe.”
~ / / / * \ \ \ ~
It was now 4 months later, and the day before Margot third birthday. There was a knock at the door. “Eddie Eddie Eddie!” The small girl squealed, running towards it. “Mar slow down,” you laughed.
“Hurry Mama it’s Eddie!”
“I know I know,” you said, sliding the latch off, twisting the handle. “Hey you two,” he smiled.
“Eddie!” Margot screamed throwing her arms around his legs.
“Hey you!” he grinned, picking her up, hanging her upside down and over her shoulder, making her laugh loudly. “I cannot believe you’re 3 tomorrow!” he said.
“I’m big gwurl.”
“Nope! Always my baby,” you said taking her back into your arms, hugging her close.
“Nooo, big gwurl.”
“Fine, big girl. Go find Auntie Maeve, she needs you to test the pasta for dinner.” She ran off straight away, feet slamming down as she went. Looking back at Eddie you smiled, “Hey,” he said. “Hi.” He pulled you close by the waist, kissing you.
“I have gifts in the van, and my overnight bag.”
“Great, do you want any help?”
“Nah babe, I’ve got it, I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” he pressed his lips to your again.
~ / / / * \ \ \ ~
“Eddie!” Margot smiled, as he walked into the kitchen. “Hey Kid,” he said, brushing her curls. “How are you Maeve?” he asked, kissing her cheek. “Good thank you sweetheart, you keeping out of trouble?”
“Always, and I’ve got these two ladies to help me.” She nodded, smiling at the three.
“Well dinner is almost ready, you go get washed up,” she said.
“Mar let’s go to the bathroom before dinner.” Holding your hand out to the little girl you walked to the bathroom with her. Hearing Eddie offering to set the table. This made a smile make its way on your face.
“Hey Mar I have a question.”
“Yeah Mama?”
“How would you feel about Eddie sleeping over tonight?” you asked.
“Sweepover?”
“Yeah. Is that okay with you?”
“Mhm! But where he sweep?”
“Well he’d sleep in my bed, is that alright?”
“Yeah, cause he can’t fit in my bwed Mama,” she laughed. “No he can’t baby.”
Helping her clean up, she climbed on her stool to wash her hands, you doing the same.
“Ready?” you asked.
“Wedy!” You went hand in hand to the dining room, helping Margot into her seat next to your own. “Yummy!” she smiled at her pasta filled bowl. “Hang on Mar,” you said, grabbing a bib and placing it round her neck. “There you go, eat up.”
Mouth full of pasta, Margot spoke. “Eddie?”
“Yeah sweetheart?”
“Sweepover?”
“If that’s okay with you, I’d like to have a sleepover. I’d like to spend your birthday here too, if that’s okay?”
“Pwease.”
“Of course. And hey Wayne is gonna come and see you too.”
“Wayne!” she kicked her legs in excitement.
“Yeah, babe. Now come on, eat up, need to be big and strong when you turn 3,” he smiled, brushing her cheek.
~ / / / * \ \ \ ~
“Come on then baby, bed time. Say night night.” She went and hugged Maeve, and then headed over to Eddie. “Nuh-nih Eddie,” she smiled, he lifted her up and hugged her. “Night sweetheart,” he said, kissing her head.
He handed her over to you and you went up the stairs. “You excited for your birthday?” you asked her. “So so ex-exwited mommy.”
“Well you’re gonna need so much energy tomorrow, so try and get some sleep my love.”
“Okay.” Kissing her head and tucking her in, her bunny in her arms and dummy in her mouth the girls eyes shut.
You turned on her small nightlight and headed out the room. “I love you.”
“Wove you Mama.”
~ / / / * \ \ \ ~
Sighing as you dropped into bed, Eddie chuckled, “Come here,” he spoke. You snuggled up in his arms, head resting on his chest. “I can’t believe she’s gonna be 3. My little baby, I’m going to have to start looking at preschool soon.”
“I can help if you want?”
“Would you?” you asked, looking up at him.
“Course babe, I’d do anything for you guys.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, and I love that little madam.” Laughing you pecked his lips.
Listening to his heartbeat and feeling his chest move with each breath Eddie spoke once more. “Wayne asked that woman on a date.”
“No shit!” you said, sitting up.
“Yeah, next weekend.”
“Oh my god, he’s liked her for ages. I’m so happy for him. What’s her name again?”
“Delores, or Dee. She’s nice.”
“Looks like both Munson boys are getting lucky in love.”
“Don’t think Wayne and Dee have anything on us,” he grinned. “Only person left is Maeve.”
“Trust me Mae has her hidden life,” you smiled.
“Tell me more.”
“You know her friend, Annie?”
“No shit!”
“Yes shit.”
“Damn, we’re all lucky.”
~ / / / * \ \ \ ~
“Mama! Eddie! Wake up wake up wake up!” A small voice screamed. “Woah where’s the fire?” Eddie laughed.
“Wake up!”
“We’re up babe,” you said, pulling the little girl up into your arms. Her curls messy from sleep, one trouser leg up, eyes sleepy. “Happy Birthday my love.” Smiling you kissed her head.
“Happy Birthday Kid,” Eddie spoke, voice groggy. “Pwesents.”
“You wanna open your presents?”
“Mhm.”
“Okay but we’ve gotta go and get Maeve first baby.”
Almost leaping off the bed she ran towards Maeves room. “Awntie Mae!” she squealed.
“I think she’s excited,” Eddie laughed.
“Come on pretty boy, let’s go.” Kissing his lips the pair of them headed down the stairs.
Mae came down the stairs with a wriggling Margot on her hip. “Good morning you two, I’m going to go start some coffee, you get the presents opened. Eddie, cameras on the shelf, pictures please.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Margot squealed loudly seeing presents covering the sofa. “Mommy look!”
“I see baby, you go ahead and open them.”
Grinning, she sat on the floor pulling a present into her lap.
20 minutes later there was paper all over the floor, and a very happy little girl. “Mama, I wear it?” she asked, handing you her cinderella dress. “Let’s have breakfast first, we don’t want to dirty it,” you said.
Maeve smiled, “Pancakes for the birthday girl.”
“Pancakes! Sywup?” she asked Maeve.
“Of course Honey.”
~ / / / * \ \ \ ~
Margot hadn’t stopped all day, running around at a million miles an hour. Her princess dress never leaving her body. Full of sugar and syrup. “Think she’s had a good birthday?” Eddie asked, arms around your waist and head on your shoulder.
“Mhm, you’ve helped that happen too.”
“Nah babe it’s all you.” There was a knock on the door. “Hey Kid that must be Uncle Wayne.”
“Uncle Wayne!” she shouted, running towards the door.
“I’ll go get the latch,” Eddie said kissing your cheek. “Thanks Eds.” You walked to the kitchen to find Maeve, “Candles are all ready.”
“Thank you for this Maeve. For everything.”
“You never have to thank me honey, you and Margot have given me everything I’ve ever wanted, but never got to have.”
Wrapping your arms around Maeve you squeezed her tightly. “Mommy, come see what Uncle Wayne got me!”
“How that child has so much energy I do not know,” you laughed.
“She’s just like you when you were that small.”
Wondering into the living room you saw Wayne on the couch and Margot jumping up and down with a cabbage patch baby in her hand. “Look Mama!”
“I see, did you say thank you to Wayne?”
“Twank you Wayne!”
“You’re very welcome little lady.”
The light clicked off and Maeve walked in with a birthday cake, soon the four of you were singing to Margot. She blew out the candles and Eddie snapped a photo. “Cake!”
“Hang on babe, let’s get the candles out first,” you laughed.
“Mae will take it and cut it up,” Maeve spoke, wandering to the kitchen. “Wayne cake?” she asked. “Yeah kiddo I’ll stay for cake.”
“Yay!”
“Come on baby, let’s take off your pretty dress for cake. Then after that we need your jammies, and we’ll watch a movie okay?” She nodded, letting you help her take off her dress.
She had a t-shirt and shorts on underneath so she walked to Eddie so he could help her into her seat. “You had a good day?” he asked her.
“Yes, you sweepover?”
“Again?” he asked.
“Mhm, wike you here.”
“I like being here too Sweetheart. I’ll have to ask your Mom and Maeve okay?”
“‘kay,” she smiled, kissing his cheek.
He took the seat next to her, smiling at her little face. You couldn’t help but grin yourself, stomach fluttering at the sight. “Thank you,” Wayne spoke from beside you. “For?”
“This. I’ve not seen him so happy for years.”
“I love him so much Wayne, he’s made my life so much better. And Margot loves him too. Always asks when Eddie and you are next coming over.” He chuckled at that.
“You know you’re always welcome to my home too.”
“Thank you Wayne, I really do appreciate that.”
“Mama, Wayne, cake!”
“We’re being summoned,” he smiled, taking a seat across from Eddie. “Twank you Mae,”Margot said as she tucked into her cake.
~ / / / * \ \ \ ~
The credits of Cinderella began rolling, and soft snores were heard form Margot. Eddie smiled at the little girl, sleeping on his chest. “I can’t believe she’s asleep.”
“I can you’re comfy babe. But I think her bed is a better place for her to sleep tonight.”
You stood up ready to take her, “You relax, I’ll take her up,” Eddie spoke.
“You sure?”
“Course,” he said, standing up and kissing your lips.
Eddie gently lay the girl in her bed, putting her bunny in her arms. Leaving her dummy next to the night light he kissed her head. “Goodnight sweetheart.”
“nuh-nih daddy.”
Sucking in his breath, his eyes became glassy. He heard the door creaked open slightly. “You okay?” you asked him.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming,” he said, getting up, walking over to you.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, drying his eyes.
“She called me dad.” Your face dropped.
“Oh Eds I’m so sorry, I’ll speak to her tomorrow.”
“No! Sorry, I just, if it’s okay with you. I really don’t mind. I know it hasn’t been long, but I love you and her.”
“You’re really okay with it?”
“Baby I would be so proud to be her dad. We obviously need to sit down and talk, but I’d be fine if she swapped between Eddie and you know … dad.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Wove you too.”
You both turned to Margots bed, “What you doing awake Little Lady?” Eddie ask.
“Stay with you.”
“Stay in our bed?” you asked.
“Mhm. Pwease.”
“Come on then baby.”
She grabbed her bunny and dummy and wandered over to you, Eddie clicked off her nightlight and the three of you headed down the hall.
Lifting her up on the bed Eddie smiled, watching as she cuddled into your side. “You comfy?”
“Mhm. Eddie come,” she said, doing a grabby hand towards him. He laughed and climbed in next to her. The three of you cuddle up and got comfy.
“Nuh-nih Mama,” she said.
“Night Baby.”
“Nuh-nih Da.”
“Goodnight Sweet Girl.”
~ / / / * \ \ \ ~
Part Two is here : Cinderella and Warm Milk
Part Three is here : Cuddles and Stew
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Take It Out On Me Part 6 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)
A/N: I wrote this three days ago lol I've been so stressed and worried about things...all I want is these boys to use me and then cuddle me. <3.
My plan with this series has always been to go through the series. So with my next chapter Steve will be more Season 2 Stevie.
They do have a conversation on the phone in this chapter. Red is Eddie.
Warnings: Dom Steddie and Sub plus size reader and all that that implies (I regret nothing!) Rough smut. They sneak into her bedroom, degrading, choking, dirty talk. Possessive boys <3. Angst in the beginning and fluff at the end.
Word Count: 3916
It had been a couple of weeks since that night in Eddie’s trailer. Steve had scrubbed off the graffiti on your car before you woke up so your parents never found out what happened.
To your surprise, Tommy and Carol left you alone but to your slight dismay they stayed away from Steve as well. Of course, you hated them and from what you learned so far Steve wasn’t like them at all but you hated that he sat at lunch alone most of time or skipped it entirely.
You told him he was more than welcome to sit with you and Masie but all he did was smile and nod his head.
The school year was coming to a close and you felt yourself start to panic, still unsure what your relationship with them actually was. What would the summer be like? Would they spend time with you and take you on dates? Were you even dating or did they just want to fuck you? What if they got into a relationship or you did? Would the dynamic stop? Were you even allowed to seek a relationship since you belonged to them?
You needed answers and you finally mustered up the courage during a conference call between you three.
“Senior year, dude. I can’t fucking wait. One more year and we’re fucking free!”
“Calm down, Munson. It’s amazing they let you through.”
“First off, rude. Secondly, what were your grades again, King Steve? Oh, that’s right. About as low as mine.”
Their laughter trails off into silence.
“Well, someone’s mighty quiet tonight. You alright, princess?”
“What are we?”
“Um, humans last time I checked. Why? Is that on the test?”
“No”, you giggle. “I mean, the three of us. What are we? Are we…in a relationship or am I just a toy for you?”
“You say that last part like you don’t enjoy being our little toy.”
“…so it is just sex?”
“Why are you asking?”
“Why won’t you answer?”
“Why do we have to put a fucking label on it? Can’t we just fucking be?”
“As much as I enjoy hearing you two go at it, I’m kind of curious myself as to why you want to know. Are you not happy with the way things are?”
“I didn’t say that. I just… how long is this going to last? What if something happens? What if one of us gets into a relationship—”
“Who are you interested in getting with?!”
“No one! I’m just asking questions.”
“Very interesting series of questions.”
“Oh, please. You both act like I have men lined up to date me when it’s way more probable that Steve the Hair Harrington and bad boy Eddie Munson have many women that want to be theirs!”, you sigh. “If that happened… if it’s just sex than it would be over…”
Their silence was deafening. A knock on your bedroom door startled you as your mom entered without waiting for an answer.
“Y/N. Are you still on the phone? I know this is the last week of school but it’s almost eleven.”
“I know, mama. Masie and I are almost done going over our final project.”
“Hm. Ok then I won’t keep you but I wanted to talk to you about this summer. Did you still want to go spend time with your uncle?”
“Oh…I totally forgot about that.”
“You know how your father and I feel about New York but he promised me you and your cousins wouldn’t go out at night or anything.”
“Can I think about it?”
“Yeah, of course. We need to know by Sunday, okay? Now hurry up and get to bed.” She kisses your forehead before leaving your room and closing the door.
“New York, huh. Well, at least we know why she’s asking now.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“Definitely want to be free of attachments in a city like that.”
“Steve…you’re putting words in my mouth. I’m allowed to ask the questions I have. It’s not my fault that you two seem to be too scared to answer them.”
“Watch your tone, little girl. For the time being, you’re still ours.”
“For the time being.”, you repeated. Tears stung in your eyes at his words; you got your answer. Why does it hurt so much? “I see. Ok, I understand.”
“Your tone makes me think that you don’t.”
“No. I do, Steve. I really do. You both really do just want to use me. I got what I asked for. I have to go now. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
“Don’t hang up that phone, Y/N. We are NOT done here.”
“Yes, we are.”
################
You woke up at three in the morning, tossing and turning through most of the night. Those words remained imprinted front and center in your brain.
“For the time being…”
You left your bedroom, walking down the hall to your bathroom. The cool water felt good against your face as you stared at your reflection in the mirror.
Why did I expect it to be any different? Yeah so they started being more friendly with me but that didn’t mean anything. They still don’t talk to me at school. We don’t even hang out besides that one time after the fight. Fuck…why does this hurt so much?
Sighing, you throw the used hand towel on the sink and head back towards your room. As soon as you close your door, a hand comes from behind you, muffling your shrieks as another arm pins you against a body.
“I said we weren’t done. You think you tell us what to do?”, Eddie growled as his angry eyes glared into your frightened ones. “No, little girl. You belong to us. We are in charge of you.”
You started speaking against Steve’s hand and he lowered it enough so you could be heard.
“For the time being, you mean.”
The metalhead smirked before grabbing your throat, gripping it tightly between his fingers. “I’m going to go ahead and start this here by giving you an out. Say vanilla and we’ll disappear the way we came. But, princess, I’m warning you. This particular game we are about to play is going to be rough.” You quickly sucked in heavy breathes, gasping for air when he let you go.
“I…can handle anything…you do to me.”
Eddie’s sarcastic smile grows as he steps forward till his forehead is just above your own.
“Good because we’re going to show you what being used really feels like.”, he whispers.
Steve covers your mouth again with his palm as Eddie reaches over to your desk and grabs the pair of scissors laying to the side. You fight against the boy’s hold as the other man cuts your sleep shirt off your body, tossing it to the floor.
You whimper when he takes hold of your hair and forces you to your knees.
“If you need to stop, tap your hand twice.” You glared up at him with angry eyes and you grit your teeth as he pulls harder. “You keep giving me attitude and this is going to be a lot worse for you. Do you understand me? I said do you understand me?”, he snarls when you don’t reply.
“Yes, I understand.”
Eddie maintains his hold on you as he unbuckles his belt and pants, pushing them down enough to free his cock. “Open your mouth.” He hisses when your flat tongue glides along his length. “That’s it. Open your mouth wider. Take all of me like the good little whore you are.”
His fingers never let up their grip on your head as his hips thrust into you, forcing him down your throat. You gagged as spit fell from your lips.
“Harrington, have you felt her lips around your dick yet?”
“Naw, Eds. I don’t think so.”
The metalhead pulls himself out of your mouth and lifts you off your knees, throwing you to the bed on to your back. Steve lifts you under your arms, dragging you till your head was hanging off the bed.
His cock sprang free from his shorts and without warning shoved it between your parted lips.
“Jesus.”
“I know. She feels good, right? Not as good at this pussy but…”, Eddie chuckles as he smacks his hand down between your legs. A muffled moan vibrates from your throat when you feel his tongue slide down your stomach as his fingers glide under the waistband of your panties.
“Now, sweetheart. You’re going to have to be really quiet so I would recommend your keep your filthy mouth on Stevie’s cock.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not letting her go anywhere.” Steve’s hand gripped the back of your head, holding you still as he pumped his hips.
They watched with immense satisfaction as your eyes rolled back and fluttered closed as Eddie used two of his fingers to breach your entrance.
“You’re so fucking wet.”, he laughed mockingly. “Just a dirty slut, hm? Always this soaked just waiting to be fucked. It must be hard…being a slut and have no one before us fuck you the right way.”
You whimpered as he thrust his digits at a faster pace making Steve grunt above you.
Abruptly, the metalhead inserts a third finger into your dripping cunt and your back arches off the bed at the sudden intrusion as you forcefully pull your lips off of the other boy’s cock.
“Eddie, plea—” Steve’s palm immediately covers your mouth as your own fingers reach to pull on Eddie’s jacket.
Steve helps you pull yourself upright as your eyes meet his friends.
“One tap, yes. Two taps, no. Do you want to stop?”
You loosened your grip on him, slowly raising your palm off his shoulder.
*Tap. Tap*
“Didn’t think so. I mean look at you. Look between your legs here.” Steve grabs your hair and forces you to look down as you moan against his hold while Eddie continues taunting you. “Look how fucking dripping you are. Your pussy is just pulling me in. Now, Y/N, I want you to cum for me. I want you to cum so fucking hard that you drench these panties.”
His pace was slow but his fingers were much bigger than yours, stretching you open while hitting every sensitive spot inside you. Their eyes bore into you as you keened into Steve’s chest.
“No. Hey, no. Keep watching him.” His lips tickled your ear as he forced your head to continue looking down. “I want this image burned into your brain that way, while your running around New York fucking any guy you can get your needy hands on…” As he spoke you started to push back against him, fighting against his strength at his words. He adjusted his body, wrapping his free arm around your chest to keep you still. “…you’ll remember that no one will ever make you feel as good as we have.”
You draped your arm over his, your hand clinging to the one over your mouth as your hips lifted off the bed and you came.
“Atta, girl. Let go, baby.”, Eddie praised but there was still a gruffness behind it. They were nowhere near done with you. He slid your panties down your legs as Steve lowered his palm to allow you to catch breath. Your eyes follow the metalhead’s movements as he gets off your bed and removes the rest of his clothes. “You know, Y/N. I don’t know which version of you I like fucking more. The meek little girl or the fucking brat who talks back.”
“Meek little girl. To be honest though, I’ve never actually fucked the brat that fights back. She’s always opened her legs willingly for me which I always thought was amusing since she hated me for a while there.”
“You two never listen.” You punch Steve’s chest and roll away from him, placing your feet on the floor as you stand in defiance. “I’ve told you before I never hated you and you both refused to answer my questions immediately jumping to the conclusion that I’m going to run away and fuck someone else!” You pause as you try to calm down to keep from screaming at them. Your eyes meet Eddie’s annoyed ones as he stalks closer to you. “I guess we found your damage, Munson. YOU feel like no matter what people are going to leave you.”
His callused hand reaches for your throat and backs you against the wall before shoving your panties into your open mouth.
“The only sounds I want to hear are your fucking whimpers when I make you cum again.” Eddie’s arm slips under your knee as he lifts your leg in the air and guides his cock roughly into your entrance. “Be sure not to be too loud. Wouldn’t want mommy and daddy to know their daughter is a whore. Let alone the freaks whore.”
His head fell against yours as he aggressively thrust into you. Eddie’s words hurt you, not because of what he was calling you but how he was viewing himself. You never once thought of him as a freak or the other vile names this town called him. You wanted to tell him that, reassure him but all you could do was moan behind your gag as your hands reached out to cling to his neck.
“No matter—mmm—no matter where you go or who fuck, Y/N, you’re mine. You belong to us.” Eddie’s blown out eyes find yours as he pulls your panties out of your mouth. “Say it, Y/N.”
“I-I-I don’t want to fuck anyone else. I only—fuck—want you two.”
“Now who’s not fucking listening?”
“Still you.”, you growl as you reach up to pull his hair. His cock inside of you throbs at the action and your pussy tightens around him.
“God fucking damn it.”, Eddie grunts as he shoves the panties and his hand over your mouth, pumping into you so hard that it takes every fiber of your energy not to scream and melt into the pleasure. Your body trembles as you cum and he pressed himself flat against you, rolling his hips till you feel his seed warm your insides.
Eddie drops your leg as he pulls out, wrapping his arms around you as he holds you up.
“No, hey, come on, sweetheart. We aren’t done yet. Stevie’s been waiting so patiently.”
The man himself appeared by your side lightly pushing his friend to the side to take his place. “Do you want me, Y/N?” He pulls the panties out of your mouth and tosses them to Eddie as you nod. “Don’t just nod you head, little girl. You fucking say it. Tell me that you want me.”
“I…I want you, Steve… Please.”
“Yeah?” His fingers roughly grip your chin, turning you to focus on him. “Show me how much you want me.” He suddenly lifts you in his arms and carries you back to your bed, positioning you on top of him. Reaching between your legs, you grab his cock and gradually lower yourself down onto him. Moaning, you lean over his chest, his fingers digging into your thighs as you bounce on his dick.
Steve balances on his elbows and your lips find his quickly before he jerks his head away from you.
“I said show me how…how much you…want me.”, he pants. “This is all…you got?” You reach for the back of his neck, bringing him to a sitting position, clinging to his shoulders as you grind and bounce against him as hard as you can. “Fuck, that’s it. Just like that, baby girl.”
Hearing him call you that had your pussy flutter around him and you had to bite down on his shoulder to hide your moan.
“Oh, Harrington. I think she liked that.” Eddie crawled onto the bed beside you both as his finger gently turned your cheek. “Maybe we need titles of our own… would you like that? Have us take care of you and in return you show us the respect we deserve?”
You don’t respond, choosing to wrap your arms around Steve as he does the same, laying back against the mattress as his hips thrust up to meet yours. Shoving your face in the pillow behind him, you whimper as you cum, him following after you as he pumps his spend roughly deep into your body.
He continues to hold you as Steve rolls you both on to your side before you feel fingers tug at your hips as Eddie turns you on to your back and delicately cleans between your legs. Your eyes scan his face as he takes care of you, tossing the towel towards your hamper. As he bends down to grab his jeans, you yank his hand hard till he tumbles on top of you.
“Geez, woman. Be careful. I’m fragile you know.”
You grin softly as you cover his mouth with your palm. “I want that. I want you to take care of me and to belong to you. I want to give you all the respect you deserve. I just don’t think…you both would believe me every time I did.” You move your hand from his lips to his cheek as you turn to look at Steve.
“I only want you two. I don’t want anyone else but I’m not naive to the fact that girls are attracted to you. I may be yours but not in that way. At some point… you’re going to want a relationship. Someone to give you more than just sex.”
“So we’re not even going to talk about it?”, Steve asked.
“You know those are two separate issues, right? You feeling like we don’t believe you and you feeling like we would want to be in a relationship with someone else. If we have such major trust issues than why would we get into a romantic relationship with someone?”
“See, Eddie. When you say things like that… makes me think ‘Ok, this isn’t romantic.’”
“Why does there have to be a label?”
“Because Steve, I need to know where I stand.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to know if you’re going to hurt me!” You pushed against Eddie’s chest with your hand as you sat up, tucking your knees under your chin. “I’ve been burned before. I don’t…I can’t do it again. If it’s sex, fine it’s sex. If it’s…something else…”
Arms wrap around your shoulders and you glance over to see Eddie’s lips kiss your skin. “I want to give you an answer you want to hear.”
“Be honest with me.”
“We’ve never done this before.”
That makes you genuinely laugh until you realize he’s not laughing with you. Your head whips around to find Steve who shrugs slightly as he nods his head.
“I…I don’t know what to say.”
“To be fair, you’ve never done it before either.” Eddie pulls away laying back on your bed and you follow him down. “We always wanted to.”
“Have you done it separately? The...dominate thing?”
The metalhead sighs as he rubs his hand along his stomach, throwing his other arm behind his head. “Sex, yes obviously. This? Not really. I tried a few times but apparently, I’m too mean.”
“Yeah, you are.” His eyes find your soft ones as you smile.
You roll over to face Steve as you wait for his answer. “No, honey. I’ve never tried it. It’s…slipped out a few times but…yeah.”
“Like when we were in the auditorium?” His eyes scrunched in confusion. “You said you were going to spank me but that was before you two quizzed me on what I like sexually.”
Eddie’s arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled himself closer to you. “The truth is, sweetheart, we don’t know what this is either. I meant what I said when you asked why you. You’re sweet and beautiful but hot damn is there’s something fucking sexy hidden under there. All we know is—”
“You do something to us.”, Steve finishes. “We want to explore it more but we don’t want to hurt you either. Not like that.”
“So what does this mean?”
“It means…you go to New York. Have a good time and call us any chance you get.”
Steve reaches out to caress your cheek as your eyelids start to close. “And we’ll be right here when you come home.”
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The sound of your alarm screaming at you that morning bores straight into your head. After slamming at it with your palm you curl back up into ball and press your face into the pillow. Your head shoots up when last nights events jog your memory. Eddie and Steve were already gone, leaving your window open for emphasis.
You sighed as you rubbed your eyes and started getting ready to face the day. Something on the chair by your desk caught your eye and you paused when you realized it was Eddie’s leather jacket and Steve’s big green long sleeve shirt he had worn last night. Taped to the collar was a note:
“Baby,
We thought it only fair to leave a piece of us with you since we totally stole your panties ;).
-E.M. & S.H.
You giggled as you threw on their clothes, reveling in the smell of them before quickly throwing on a pair of jeans and running out the front door.
When you got to school you met Maze at your locker who whined, advising you there was last day of school assembly.
“Oh, come on. We’re almost done.”, you smiled as you grabbed her arm.
“Whose jacket is that?”, she mused as you both headed towards the gym.
“Mine. Why?”
“No reason. I could swear I saw Eddie Munson wearing a jacket just like that.”
You roll your eyes at your friend as your grin grows. Your friends on the basketball team wave you both over and you two hastily settle in. You scan the area wondering if they were here already. Steve saunters in right as the bell rings pausing in front of Tommy without looking at him as his former friend grins wickedly.
Eddie slides in right as the teachers are closing the doors, his eyes catching yours and following them to Steve’s stiff frame.
You breathe a sigh of relief as the metalhead pats his back and whispers something to him before guiding him up the risers where they sit together during the assembly.
As soon as it ends, you bounce up towards them not caring about the people around you or if you even should.
“Are you okay?”
Eddie nudges Steve’s shoulder. “Yeah, just Tommy and Carol being dicks. Right, Harrington?”
“Y/N, we have to get to class.” Masie comes up beside you to grab your hand.
“Hey, Masie Collins? I’ve never actually met you. I’m—”
“Eddie Munson. Yup. I know who you are. Steve Harrington to. Now come on.” She yanks on your hand but you still hesitate, seeing that stoic expression still painted on Steve’s face. You don’t know if it’s something you should do but your brain said you had to as you threw your arms around him. His shoulders relaxed under your grip and when you released him, he gently smiled at you.
“Thank you.”
You return his smile with one of your own as you finally turn and climb down the risers.
“Hey Y/N! Love the jacket by the way. I have one just like it!” Eddie winks at you as you and your friend disappear.
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The More You Give ❧ (Part V)
Pairing | Eddie x reader
Warnings | 18+ minors and blank blogs don’t interact, bullying, friendship comes and goes, discussions of anxiety, discussions of virginity, discussions of sex shaming, frottage (PUSSYJOB), everyone’s very vulnerable.
Word count | ~11,800
A/N | Oooh, mama. It’s been a while. I hope most of the people who like this fic are still around.
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You like calling Eddie, the sound of his voice over the phone. The way he answers it differently each time:
“This is Eddie Munson, lead guitarist of Corroded Coffin; available for christenings, bar mitzvahs and weddings.”
“Munson residence. The old guy’s out so if you’re looking to buy a collection of novelty mugs now’s the time.”
“You’ve reached the church of Satan; Abaddon the Destroyer speaking. For your free introductory handbook on summoning circles just dial six-six-six.”
And then there’s the happy rise in his tone when he hears it’s you on the other side, the surprised laugh at the sound of your soft hi, Eddie even when he’d asked you to call. The crackle of his breath through the receiver, the way conversations with him are easy however they happen. With anyone else, phone calls feel stilted and awkward, but Eddie talks as if you’re sitting right in front of him.
It makes you warm all over to think about. Eddie wants to see you and kiss you and touch you, but he’s also happy to sit on his couch miles away and speak to you, listen in return to everything you can bring yourself to say.
You have taken to dragging a chair from the kitchen and sitting by the hallway table to talk to him like this whenever you don’t see him in the evening. You spend an hour or two at a time smiling at your mom’s address book, twirling the coiled cord of the phone around your finger while Eddie talks about this day, asks about yours, explains why he’s really into this new Swedish black metal band he’s discovered, checks what you’re reading, shares an idea he has for Hellfire, plans your next date.
Today is no exception. Your dad has walked past muttering about the phone bill twice. Your mom, as usual, has stationed herself in the kitchen within earshot, but what exactly she gets out of hearing the low buzz of Eddie’s voice and your laughter, you don’t know.
"And you're sure you don't wanna come, sweet girl?"
"Yeah, I-" You hesitate, playing with a rose petal from the bowl of potpourri that sits by the phone. "I think I should stay here. Just in case."
In truth, you don't have much hope that May will call, but imagining that she does and you aren’t here to receive it fills you with worry. The last thing you want is to make things any worse between you after you messed up so badly.
It’s not unusual for you to feel this type of regret. When overthinking something delays your actions until it’s too late. You worried so much about how to tell May about Eddie that you left it too long. You should have told her the day you kissed him, should have phoned when you got back from your first date. Instead, you spent your time imagining the conversation, and let your best friend find out something important through somebody else.
You hurt her. She is wounded enough that she really has given up defending you. When Caroline remarks on your silence now, May doesn't attempt to fill the emptiness your lumping throat leaves.
"She's just shy," May used to say, waving her hand. Her embarrassment over your stumbled words and fidgeting hands was clear, then, but you knew she felt for you, even if she didn't understand why she had to. Now she just looks at you expectedly like everyone else, pulls awkward, embarrassed faces when you stumble and fidget through a non-answer.
You had taken to spending more of your lunches helping Heather with her new responsibilities as class president, sitting quietly at debate club and nodding along to her speeches, taking the role of a small country at her model UN meetings. But you are starting to feel her frustration with you, too.
“You don’t have to come to every meeting if you don’t enjoy it.” She said to you after the last UN encounter you’d sat through without uttering a word.
“It’s just, I don’t really know much about Anguilla. But I like hearing you speak.”
Heather smiled with her lips closed. “That’s not what it’s for, though. I think maybe you’d prefer having lunch with May and the cheerleading girls again.”
You felt your cheeks burning, pulled the sleeves of your cardigan down over your hands and fiddled with the woollen edges. “Oh. Okay. Yeah, you’re probably right.”
Sometimes you think about sitting at Eddie’s table instead. To have another hour of him every day. The picture is nice on its own. Talking to him, to Jeff, even the freshmen Eddie has adopted since the beginning of the year. But then the image zooms out; you at the Hellfire table, May with the cheerleaders, Heather at her clubs, and your chest aches. You don’t know when it happened, when you had to start holding on this tight, digging your nails into them. You only know you’ll leave claw marks on your friendship before you let it go easy.
And while you can never get enough Eddie, you aren’t normally deprived of him outside of the school walls. With anyone else, you might have worried about suffocating him, being clingy. But Eddie makes it clear at every turn how much he wants to be around you. His grin in the mornings when you climb into his van. The way he leans into your space, hair tickling your cheeks, and asks all soft and earnest if you want to go home with him. Some days, he invites you into the trailer to touch and taste you. Others, to sit on his couch or his bed and talk. Or to just spend hours just breathing the same air as him, listening to him scribble in his D&D notebook or strum at his guitar while you read or do your homework.
But you won't see him tonight. Eddie is going to see Fright Night with most of the boys in his club, and it's all he's talked about the past week. He'd asked you to come, all wide brown eyes and dimples, and your stomach had twisted.
"Normally May and I do something around this time each month." You hadn't been able to look him in the eye when you said it, fiddling with his hands instead. You'd rubbed the softness of your thumb over the callused pads of his fingers, knowing he had that look he'd been getting whenever you found yourself bringing your friend up. A little sad, guilt he shouldn't be feeling. Irritation, at you or at her you're not brave enough to ask.
"You sure?" He asks over the phone now. "It'd be pretty easy for me to pick you up. I'm giving Wheeler a ride. He's just down the street from your place."
You feel a wave of fondness for him, for the lie he’s just told. He isn’t aware that you know exactly where Mike Wheeler lives. You’ve babysat Holly since you were sixteen, and the route to her home takes half an hour in your dad's car.
"I'm sure," you say, trying to sound firm. "But I hope you like the movie."
"If it's good, maybe we can see it together another time."
"You wouldn't mind going twice?"
"I'd watch the same movie twenty times in a row if you promised to come to the last one." He laughs, sounding enough like he means it that your smile hurts your cheeks.
"That might be a touch excessive," you murmur. "Twice sounds like enough."
"How about tomorrow? We could get dinner first, make a real date out of it."
Your face heats up like the first time Eddie asked you out. You touch your toe to your ankle, winding the cord of the phone tight around your finger. You whisper. "Okay."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." You press your knees together. "That sounds nice."
"Unless the movie's shit, then we'll have to call the whole thing off." You laugh down the phone, imagining the tease in Eddie’s smile. "I'll have a review for you by tomorrow, sweet thing."
"Okay, Eddie."
"And I'm not leaving for another ten minutes. If you change your mind, just call, okay?"
"Okay, Eddie," you repeat. "Have a nice time."
"See you soon, beautiful."
Your toes curl. "See you soon."
When he's gone and the phone is back in its holder, you have to sit tense and still for a second to avoid making some kind of happy squeal, settling for curling your fingers into your skirt and tapping your heels wildly against the floor.
You still feel a little dizzy with the thought of him when you pull the chair back into the kitchen, enough that you jump when your mom speaks. "That Eddie on the phone?"
You fix her with a look, because she knows exactly who you were talking to, and she gives you a mock innocent smile that shifts into a real one.
“You were laughing a lot.”
Her hands drip soapy water from the kitchen sink, finishing up the dishes that would have been done ten minutes ago if she hadn't dragged it out for an excuse to stay where she could hear you. You chew the inside of your lip while you take the next freshly cleaned plate from her. Grabbing a dry dish cloth to drag across the ceramic, you shrug one shoulder.
“He’s funny.”
“And you like that about him?”
“Mom.”
“Just a question!” She says, holding her hands up, before grabbing the dish towel from you to wipe her wet hands. “You talk more, when it’s him on the phone. Did you know that?”
“You listen to all my conversations?”
“I’m your mother,” she laughs, bumping your hip with hers. “And I’ve never heard you so chatty.” You give her another look and she reconsiders. "Chatty for you. There's been times I've rounded that corner surprised you were even on the phone, you're so quiet. I mean, with that last boy-” She hums a disapproving tone, reaches out to fix the collar of your cardigan. "I swear you'd sit there and not say anything at all."
“It's easier to talk to Eddie,” you admit, thinking about how pleased he looks when you ramble about what you're reading, the last kid you babysat, even the new eyeshadow palette you’d saved up for and felt a touch immature being so excited about. All his encouraging nods, all the questions and affirmations afterwards. "He's…"
He’s a million good things. Too many to name, too many to put in order. You glance at her to the side, raising one shoulder.
"I like him," she declares. "I think he's good for you."
Your face is hot and uncomfortable, but it still feels nice to agree. "I think so, too."
When the dishes are away and your mom is settled on the couch with your dad watching Quincy reruns, you walk slowly upstairs, hoping that the phone will ring again before your door closes.
You make a bet with yourself in your head. If it rings before I get to my room, it’ll be May. It’ll be May and she’ll want to be friends again and everything will be alright. You reach the top, spy the door the end of the hall. Any time after, it’ll be somebody else; a sales call, a chatty relative.
All you hear as you pad across the landing is your parents laughing at the TV.
With your door closed, your heart sore, you glance at your desk on the other side of the room, the cork pin board behind it decorated with memories. There is your first concert ticket, next to a postcard from the first time you left this country by plane. An askew origami frog that a boy you used to babysit made for you. A pom-pom that detached from the winter hat you wore from October to March three years running in middle school.
There is Heather. One photo as she is now, smiling at you over a yellow smoothie. Another couple from your first years together, at the edge of womanhood. Her in braces and her mother's lipstick, the aquamarine taffeta dress she wore to your first high school prom.
And there is May. She is everywhere, over and over again, in all the stages of her life since you met. She is in pigtails, her small hand in yours, her gap toothed grin next to your close lipped smile. She is in this room, with sparkling eyelids, the earliest and most keen model for your interest. She is at the Spring fair of 1979, holding cotton candy you'd shared soon after the photo was taken. She is at that first concert, decked out in Wham! merchandise. Swim meets and cheer competitions. A line of photo booth strips. You are there with her; both giggling, eyes crossed and tongues rolled.
May has been a constant in your life, but now your life has shifted. Maybe you have to accept that she doesn’t want to shift with it.
The phone rings downstairs.
You hear your dad huff, the sound of your mom rising from the couch and heading through the hall. You hold your breath, listen to the buzz of her landline specific voice, all breezy politeness. Then she calls your name.
You practically throw yourself down the stairs, slipping at the last couple in your socks. You have to hold yourself back from grabbing the phone from her. Taking just a second to glance over your shoulder to check that she's actually walking away, you whisper into the phone. “Hello?”
"Where are you? I rented Footloose." Tears prick in your eyes at the sound of May’s voice. You look up to the ceiling, silent for too long. “You still there?”
“Yes,” you breathe.
“Where are you?” She repeats. “Second Friday of the month. It’s movie night.”
“I didn’t-” You swallow, blinking tears away as they rise and trying not to sniffle. “I thought maybe you didn’t want to see me.”
"Of course I want to see you,” she answers. “You're my best friend."
You feel your bottom lip shaking, can’t fight the sniffles this time. You drag the sleeve of your cardigan across your eyes, voice cracking when you speak next. "You really mean it, May?"
"I’m inviting you round, aren’t I?” She says, sharp tone softened by a sigh crackling in your ear through the receiver. “Of course I mean it.” You hum a high sound, a stifled sob of relief, eyes squeezed shut. “Now, come watch Kevin Bacon shake his ass with me."
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You are warm under the silken soft quilt pulled from May’s bed. Your stomach is heavy with buttered popcorn and gummy worms. Your skin is soft from the homemade face masks you made in her kitchen, singing along to Cyndi Lauper and listening to May read the recipe aloud from the newest YM magazine dropped on her doorstep just this morning.
Stirring oatmeal and yoghurt together like a potion, you felt a pang of nostalgia. For a second, you were seven years old, standing with May over a muddy puddle, your makeshift cauldron brimming with gathered leaves, stones, and red berries. You’d mix it up with long, gnarled twigs and cackle together like the witches. The mucky water wasn’t just mud, then. It was poison, it was love potion. It was magic, made together.
Today, at eighteen, you glanced up at May’s concentrated face while she attempted to separate egg whites from yolks, and let yourself be soothed by the thought that maybe some things are still as they were.
Footloose was abandoned after Kevin Bacon finished throwing himself rhythmically around an empty warehouse, May’s interest in it vanishing swiftly after that. You found yourself on the couch talking while the film played on in the background until the popcorn was finished and the oats could be washed from your face.
Then May led you up to her room, almost as familiar to you as your own.
The cream lambskin rug, still matted and stained in one corner from that time you’d spilt nail polish over it. Terrified you might not be allowed to come over anymore, May told her mom it was her, and she was grounded for a week.
You bought her those fairy lights, the ones that hang above her bed. Last year, you wrapped them in pink tissue paper, felt the satisfying swell of a present well chosen when she’d hugged you tight with the box still in her hand.
May has her own cork board. Amongst plastic medals and concert tickets, there is you at that fair, you and Heather at prom, the second strip from the photo booth.
“And it’s like, when was it decided that we had to pick our whole future at eighteen, anyway?” May asks, eyebrows twitching like she wants to furrow them. She fights through it, keeping them high on her forehead to let you smooth powder over her lids. “Here I am, barely out of the cradle!” You snort, and her mouth tilts a touch. “Feels like I started walking last week, and now it’s all, what do you mean you don’t have a clue what you want to do with your life? It just feels crazy to me.”
“It is.” You shift forward on the soft shag carpet, your knees bumping hers under the throw keeping your legs warm.
“Right? I mean, you know that your brain doesn’t even really mature until you’re, like, twenty-five? So I am close enough to a child that I really shouldn’t have this responsibility.”
Humming in agreement, you rub your thumb at the corner of her eye, smudging the edge of the lilac eyeshadow there.
“At least I have an idea where I’m going. Indiana State, here I come. You’re still applying for NYU, right?”
“Mm. Maybe,”
“Oh, come on, you have to apply at least!” She insists, eyelids twitching. “It’s the place to be, for your poetry, right?”
You hum. “I might still do Chemistry.”
“Chemis- absolutely not!” Her eyes fly open, and you make a noise of protest.
“I’m not done!”
“You are not doing Chemistry.” May says, a comic picture with one eye bordered by soft pastel tones, the other bare of colour, while she looks at you sternly. “You don’t enjoy it!”
“But I could get a job at the end,” you reason.
May snorts, eyes closing gently, chin peaking out to let you get back into it as though she’s already won the argument. “Job schmob,” she says. “When you’re in New York, you can find a rich man to worry about that.” You frown, and like she senses it, the eye you’re not working on opens again. “Or find a rich man for me. He has to be really rolling in it though, so he can look after us both.”
You hear Eddie’s voice in your ear like he’s in the room with you. Just wait, I’ll look after you.
“Think you can do that?” May asks. “Keep an eye out for me, when you’re making all your arty, interesting friends in New York?”
You swallow, tuning back into the conversation. “I don’t think really want me to find you a man.”
“Mmph. The way my love life is going, I’ll need whatever help I can get.” She moves a little then, a slight tilt of her head that would be imperceptible to anyone but you, who's seen every degree of emotion on May’s face. You know she’s going to drop something serious before she even opens her mouth. “I saw Liam last week.”
You fight through the temptation to stop blending the eyeshadow on her lids, keeping your tone as even as possible. “Oh?”
“When I was in Indianapolis with the girls?” Those trips with the cheerleaders you avoid desperately. The thought of being stuck in a car with Caroline on the way there and back can make you break out in a cold sweat. “He was at one of the bars. He apologised, said he wanted to maybe go out again.”
“Mm.”
“Oh, don’t.”
“I didn’t say anything-”
“That was your judgy mmmh,” she says, batting your hand away from her face to look at you straight. “Last time I heard it was when I showed you that top I bought last month.”
Despite yourself, you crack at the memory of the flouncy pink thing she’d shown you with an awkward, self-aware smile. You’d been working out how to gently tell her to burn it when she’d figured out the tone of your hum and thrown it off in front of you with a whispered, “what was I thinking?”
Now, your tilted lips turn down at May’s solemn expression, her eyes shiny.
You shuffle closer, tucking the blanket around the both of you gently, cocooning your legs in together. “He hurt you, last time. Used you.”
She chews her lip. “That’s what boys do.”
“May-”
“I know you think what happened with Andy was bad, but you’ll learn, that’s just how they are. They need a little more forgiveness than girls, and some of them are worth it.”
You feel the beginning of the argument she might not be quite past. “Andy didn’t really like me, May. He only wanted-”
“The same thing they all want. The only thing they all want.”
Your heart aches for her. “That’s not true.”
“You think it’s not true right now, but when you hold out on Munson the way you did with Andy, you’ll see that it is.”
You fiddle with your fingers then, wondering if you should tell her. The guilt of not sharing that you’d started seeing Eddie prickles along the back of your neck. Your knee starts to bounce, and May blinks at you, just as attune to the meaning of your expressions. “Well, with Eddie-”
“Please, please, tell me you haven’t fucked Eddie Munson.”
“No. I mean, not yet but,” you begin, fiddling with your skirt. “Like, we’ve done, y’know, other stuff.” You glance at her shocked face, worry rising. “Don’t tell anyone. Please.”
“Why would I tell anyone something that would literally ruin what’s little is left of your reputation? You wouldn’t let Andy do anything but you’ve been seeing the freak for a few weeks and you’re, what, sitting in his dirty van giving him hand jobs?”
“Oh my god, May!”
“What? What am I supposed to think?”
You shake your head, tense your hands in your clothes. “It’s not like that with Eddie.” Your mind is awash with shiny brown eyes, soft pink cheeks, Eddie’s voice tickling your neck. “I don’t worry about anything, with him. It’s fun.”
“It’s fun.”
“It’s like, I thought sex was something a boy would do to me, something I’d have to let him do. With Andy, it was like if he took me on dates, it was what he would get in return,” you say, fiddling with the blanket. “But with Eddie it’s like,” you hum, hating how awkward this all sounds, so unused to talking about sex yourself, so used to hearing it from other, experienced, confident people. “We go on dates together, and talk together. And then with the, y’know, sexual stuff, we’re doing it…together.”
“But not really doing it, right?”
“No. But my point is,” you continue, grabbing her hand, clasping it in both of yours. “I know I don’t really know anything about boys, and I know you’re not Eddie’s biggest fan. But even though it’s not been long, I think he’s proof that, maybe, sometimes, boys aren’t what either of us thought. And if you really like Liam, then maybe he deserves your forgiveness. But I really, really don’t think he does if he hasn’t made you think twice about what all boys want. And maybe if you found somebody like Eddie-” She makes a face, but you ignore it. “I mean, somebody who doesn’t ask you to forgive them all the time. I think that would be better.”
“Well, I can tell you right now, I don’t want an Eddie.” You press your lips together, listen to her sigh. “But you’re also…probably, maybe right about Liam.”
“He doesn’t deserve you, May. I mean, to apologise when you happened to be at the same bar! If he was really sorry, he should have come to see you with flowers and everything. He probably just saw you, all pretty, and realised what a dunce he’d been.”
She smiles a little at the vitriol in your voice, usually so soft and quiet. “I missed you.”
You almost flinch. “I’ve been here.”
“You stopped sitting with me at lunch.”
“I…” You close your mouth, shrug instead.
“I know it’s partly my fault. I was angry, so I stopped defending you. But then, I mean, you just gave up.”
“I just- Some of the cheer girls are so intimidating, I never know what to say to them.”
“But you don’t try.” Your heart is sore, the guilt of knowing you’ve made life a little more difficult for her. “Listen, if you want to date Eddie Munson, I can be okay with that. I am okay with that.” She nods, seemingly trying to convince herself. “But will you just try, a little more, with the cheer girls? You don’t have to defend your relationship all the time, but maybe just try talking to them about something else? You could come on our next trip!”
Your toes curl at the thought. “I don’t know.”
“Please? We can’t let a boy come between us.” You wonder what she’d say if she knew how hard Eddie seems to try not to come between you. “I like Heather, even though she abandoned us. And I like the cheer girls. But I love you. You’re my best friend.”
“I love you, May. It won’t change.”
“So you’ll try?”
You chew the inside of your lip, give her a little nod that has her breaking out into a smile. “Okay. Okay, great.”
You try not to think about exactly what you’ve just compromised on while you finish her make up. May sits, silent and smiling while you sweep dark eyeliner across her lids, brush mascara over her long lashes.
“There, all done.” You love this bit. May turns to the floor length mirror beside you and grins at her reflection, her pretty eyes bordered by soft pastels from your new palette. It sends a warmth through you that you’d never admit to. Knowing you’re good at this, that even the cheer girls who think you’re weird admire the way you’ll do their make up at competitions. “It’s cool, right?”
“I love it,” she breathes, shifting closer to the mirror enough that the warm throw pulls from the tops of your legs, leaving your thighs chilly. “Just one last question. You’re not gonna play that Satanist game, right?”
Your brain short circuits, having thought you’d just agreed that you wouldn’t have to explain yourself. “Um, It’s really not what you think.”
The scene plays out in your mind. Eddie, his lips on yours, your hands tangled in his hair, letting you tilt your hips to rub yourself over his thigh, suddenly pulled away from you with a gasp. He’d thrown himself from the bed dramatically, holding his open jeans up by the waistband. You’d watched him, breathless and warm, while he scrambled for a pen before writing in his D&D notebook and looking up at you in excitement. “I just thought of a really cool way to lure them into this whole cave thing I’ve been planning. Shit. They’re so fucked.” Before you could consider being offended that that’s what he’d been thinking about while kissing you, your legs were over his shoulders, his lips were smiling at your thigh.
You can’t help your fond laugh. “Eddie’s such a dork about it. Last week-” You pause at her expression, realising that May probably doesn’t want to hear that story. You clear your throat. “They just pretend to be fantasy characters.” Witches over a cauldron, Princesses sharing a Kingdom. “Like we used to do, sorta.”
“Yeah, when we were kids.”
You have to swallow the lump that brings up to your throat. To hear her dismissal of the time you’ve been daydreaming about since you walked through her front door. “It’s not Satanist.”
“But you’re still not going to play it, right?”
“No,” you say, feeling cold. “I don’t think I’d be very good at it, anyway.”
She watches you for a second, but says nothing before grabbing the eyeshadow palette from the floor beside you. “Let me try, then. Get you all glammed up for making s’mores later.”
You smile with closed lips, let your eyes fall shut. You have to ignore the pang in your heart, the reminder that some things are entirely different from when you were seven.
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“You know, I kinda thought there’d be more trembling.” Eddie’s breath tickles your ear as he whispers, again when he blows cool air on your neck just to see you wriggle a little while you look up at him, wide eyed. His pale face is illuminated only by the screen at the front of the room, but you can still see the mischief in his eyes, in the barely there turn of his smile. “I was told that taking a pretty girl to a scary movie would have you grabbing my thigh in pure terror. That you’d need me to comfort you with my masculinity.”
You just about fight off the laugh, still glad that you are sequestered together in the back row when a soft amused noise escapes your throat. On screen, the newly transformed and aptly named Evil Ed laughs maniacally. The special effects and practical make up are impressive, but the whole thing has enough of a teen movie vibe that you’ve been about as scared as you were watching Kevin Bacon stuck on a tractor yesterday.
“You and your masculinity should have picked a scarier movie.” You feel the flutter of nerves that accompanies teasing Eddie back, still always a little worried that it will come out wrong. The answer of Eddie stifling his laughter, eyes crinkling at the sides, has the butterflies scattering.
“Noted,” Eddie whispers, cheeks dimpled. It strikes you how close he is now, his breath spreading over your cheeks. He leans down more, his nose at your temple, his lips pressing soft to the skin beside your eye. You shut both, breath shaking as Eddie’s mouth leaves a handful of kisses down your cheek to the corner of your mouth. There, he feels you twitch, and his eyes open to find you tense in your seat, fingers curled in your sleeves.
You are fighting the urge to turn and check the rest of the row, the whole room, to make sure nobody is watching. The image of an attendant appearing with a flashlight taunts you, the thought of being escorted out of the theatre in shame. You open your mouth, trying to work out what to say, but Eddie just smiles at you. His hand finds yours, fingers tangling together in a gentle squeeze.
“Sorry,” he whispers, licking his lips quickly. “M’sorry, baby.”
You watch him lean back in his seat, face set in contentment to be sitting with you and feeling your palm against his. You’d been worried for a second there, that he might be angry with you, or that you might have to explain your worries until he understood. But it’s Eddie.
You stare at his profile, the soft curls the brush his face, his pouty lips, and find you really, really want to kiss him, here and now. Eddie’s your boyfriend, you remind yourself with a shiver of happiness. Teenage girls have been kissing their boyfriends in the backs of movie theatres since the projector was invented, so why, why, shouldn’t you kiss yours?
You rub at the sleeve of your cardigan with your free hand, letting yourself have the comfort of looking around you quickly to make sure there really isn’t anyone else in this row, or even the one in front. With your eyes closed tight, you remind yourself that the boy who ripped your tickets looked about fifteen, not quite dedicated enough to this job to search the rows looking for kissing teenagers with an invasive flashlight.
Pressing your knees together, you cuddle into Eddie’s side, smell his two-in-one shampoo and his aftershave and his skin. You press a kiss to his cheek, feel a little scratch of early stubble against your lips. His head turns, eyes scanning over your face. “We don’t have to, sweet thing.”
“I know.” You nod, tilting your chin up in petition. “Please?”
Eddie watches you for a second, giving you time to back out before he leans down to press his lips to yours. It’s a chaste thing; so quick that he has your mouth following him when he pulls away to make sure you’re still happy to kiss him here. Eddie breathes a soft laugh that has your stomach twisting, then his hand is covering your cheek. You feel his breath, your eyes close, and he’s kissing you.
Eddie’s mouth is warm, but it tastes like blue raspberry slushy; sweet and sharp. At the first lick of his tongue against your lips, you feel a soft noise wanting to escape your throat, but it’s beaten back swiftly by the remaining fear that has your heart racing even as Eddie’s thumb smooths a gentle caress over your cheek. Underneath that is a new giddiness. The feeling that you’ve pushed past something, overcome a fear, however small. And to be doing this, making out with your boyfriend at the back of a movie theatre, like other girls have done.
Your arms find his shoulders, hands clasped together behind him, and Eddie smiles to your lips, just barely pulls away. His thumb stretches to rub your swollen bottom lip. “My brave girl.”
You shiver when he kisses you again, your toes curling in your sneakers. You think you could live on Eddie’s praise. Every pretty girl, smart girl, good girl he gives feels like it’s designed to leave you wanting to crawl onto his thighs, or else sit between them. Eddie’s mouth, intent on yours, wet enough that it feels like the start of something he definitely won’t finish in the back row of screen three, has you remembering how free he can be with his praise when your mouth is on him.
You weren’t expecting to like it so much, but thinking about the weight and taste of him in your mouth makes you squirm as much as the thought of his own tongue where you are most sensitive. You’ve enjoyed it every time since the first moment you spent looking up at him from between his thighs. Watching Eddie fight to keep his eyes on you, mess his own hair up when he forces himself not to take yours in his fist and push you down. His voice, desperate and breathy, coaxing you to try and take him just a little deeper, sweet thing. The quick hot flash of degradation when he taps his cock against your cheek or your tongue before pressing inside.
There is even something pleasant about the lasting ache in your jaw afterwards. The feeling that you’re willing and wanting to do something that hurts to make Eddie feel good is a sick satisfaction you're not yet used to.
Cinema speakers fill the room with a swelling, dramatic soundtrack. A girl screams, a monster cries out in pain, no doubt making everyone else in the room jump in terror and shake with anticipation for how the whole thing will end. You can hear it, but only just, so firmly in the world of Eddie-Eddie-Eddie.
Eddie has the beats of the movie memorised already, pulling away from you with a soft gasp just as the opening notes of the music over the end credits begin, a little line of spit connecting your lips until Eddie makes one last move to lick it away.
The lights come up seconds later, the first groups of people standing to leave. They walk past you and Eddie, both breathless and dishevelled, without a second glance. Under the new lighting, Eddie’s cheeks are now clearly pink. It warms you from the inside out to know that you did that.
You feel the need to be close to Eddie as you leave, grasping onto his hand with both of yours when your jackets are on and he’s guiding you from the theatre. “How’d you like the movie?” He asks in the parking lot, dimples deep in his cheeks.
You hide your face in his arm, feeling that strange new embarrassment crawling up your spine. You mumble into the leather of his sleeve. “I hope nobody asks me how it ends.”
“Yeah, hadn’t thought about that.” Eddie opens the door to his van, holding your hand to help you up until you’re settled in the front seat. He leans in through the door with wide eyes. “Hey, maybe we could see it again next weekend?”
You chew the inside of your lip. “Would I really see the end if we did?”
His head falls forward, hair following in a wave. When his head tilts back up, one of his eyes is closed. “You figured me out that easy, huh?”
You smile at each other, Eddie looking over your face as you look over his. His big eyes, dark eyelashes, light freckles, sweet nose, plush pink lips. You’ve never seen another boy you could so comfortably describe as pretty.
You think he might walk round to his side, but instead you feel Eddie’s palm, warm at your knee. “So, uh, the thing is,” he rubs a circle with his thumb at the bottom of your thigh. “It’s Wayne’s day off, and most likely if we go to my place he’ll be in the living room watching MacGyver.”
“Oh.”
You feel guilty for being disappointed. Wayne is always polite, never breathes a word of complaint at the fact you seem to be in his home most days. The only inkling of irritation you get is never at you or Eddie. Instead, there is something in the way he drags himself from the trailer every evening, ready to stay up all night at the factory. When you’d asked where he slept, realising that the only bedroom in the trailer was the one decked out with posters and amps, Eddie had shown you the fold out bed in the living room with a close lipped smile.
He is, more than anyone, due a day off. But you were gearing yourself up for being in Eddie’s bed tonight, trying to prepare the least awkward way of asking him.
“And I’m happy to just hang out with you, sweet thing, you know that.” His hand squeezes, even the metal of his rings warm from his skin. “So we can go back to mine and watch MacGyver with the old man, or I could try to teach you some guitar again?”
That’s tempting, certainly. You doubt sitting between Eddie’s legs with his arms around you, guiding your hands over his acoustic guitar was the most effective teaching method, but you certainly preferred it to any alternative.
“But if you wanted,” Eddie continues. “Only if you wanted, I could maybe drive us to the quarry or something?” Eddie blinks, tucks some of his hair behind his ear with his free hand. “It’s, uh, quiet.”
Your heart beats a little faster, you can hear the sudden rush of it in your ears. “Okay.”
“Okay?” He asks, in that sweet way of his, wanting to make sure you’re not just acquiescing to everything he suggests.
“Sounds good, I mean.”
“Okay,” he nods. “Belt on, sweet thing.” He gives your knee one last squeeze while you pull the belt over your front, then pushes away from the frame of the door. He taps a quick rhythm under the window when it’s closed, grins at you through the glass. You watch him jog round to the other side, hair flying out behind him, and wonder if every single thing he does will make you want him more.
You sit in companionable silence while Eddie drives, feeling that soft comfort you only get with a few people, knowing that he’s not waiting for you to speak. You look out the window, watch the shops and gas stations disperse into houses which in turn give way to trees. All of them appear more as streaks of colour than clear pictures with the way Eddie drives, like he’s being judged on time.
“Hey, can I play you something?”
You turn from the window, taking a second to fully register the question before you hum a positive noise. Eddie’s right hand reaches out to turn on the stereo, the sudden attack to your ears of wailing guitar making you jump until he turns it down all the way with a sheepish smile, a murmured, “sorry.”
You watch Eddie’s hand, pale and lithe, as he skips through tracks. The metal chain that adorns his wrist is twisted a little at the leather clasp, and you reach to straighten it out with your thumb and first finger. When he’s found the right track, he turns it back up a touch, wiggles his fingers until you grab his hand. An urgent rhythm fills the van, the tell-tale guitars of all Eddie’s music, and he sighs, leaning back into his seat with a grin.
“Hear the rime of the ancient mariner, see his eye as he stops one of three, mesmerises one of the wedding guests. Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea.”
Something clicks.
“Oh, that’s a Coleridge poem!” You lean forward to turn it up further with your free hand, trying to concentrate on the words. It tells the whole story from the lyrical poem you’ve had a copy of since you took an interest in the romantics when you were fifteen; a mariner who kills an albatross and is blamed for the resulting misfortune by everyone on his ship.
“I knew you’d know it. My smart girl.” Eddie is the picture of pride, eyes crinkled at the sides. “I was reading a Steve Harris interview - he, uh, writes most of Iron Maiden’s songs? And he mentioned the reference and I just thought, you know, you might think it was cool.”
“I do.” You picture Eddie, soft and comfy in his bed, flicking through a magazine. You imagine him reading about his favourite thing, and a spark lighting in his head relating to you. Something that made him excited to share it with you. “Thank you, Eddie.”
He shrugs, like it doesn’t mean anything, but his cheeks are blooming with pink. You can’t say anything else, for fear of blurting out every thought running through your head.
You listen in silence, trying to decide how you want to ask him. Every way to say it feels awkward and wrong. Fuck me, take me, have sex with me. You picture asking Eddie to make love and feel a mix of yearning and nausea. By the time you reach the quarry, you have been playing with the ring on Eddie’s right hand, feeling the smooth stone, twisting it round his finger, for a good five minutes.
Eddie steals his hand from you while he parks by the trees opposite the quarry, pulling the keys from the ignition and throwing them on the dashboard before reaching out to let you take hold of his hand again. The easy quiet is gone. You can feel him waiting for you to speak. Your mind screams at you to remain silent, hating the thought that you might risk humiliation with Eddie.
“Will you look at me, baby?” Eddie pulls your hands from between you. You follow it with your gaze, watch him press a kiss to your knuckles before you meet his eyes. "I really didn't mean to, you know, imply anything by bringing you here."
You shake your head emphatically. “I know. You’d never.”
Eddie breathes a little sigh from his nose, looking relieved. You think he has to be the sweetest boy ever born, and then you can’t help yourself. Eddie makes a soft happy noise when you bring your face to his, lets you kiss his soft bottom lip. He licks softly at yours, so you open your mouth to let him in, holding back a whine and reaching up to play with the collar of his denim vest; the material rough and familiar in your fingers.
Eddie pulls from you, licks his lips, and breathes, "I can't get enough of that."
"Mm?"
"The way you grab at me when you get a little shy."
Your eyes widen, processing the reminder that your silly little habits are not as inconspicuous as you might wish to believe. Of course Eddie has noticed the way you fiddle with his hands, his rings, his hair, his clothes, the second you feel an uptick in the pace of your heart. But then, Eddie just said he likes it.
"S'not annoying?"
“Not for me! They call me Eddie the stress toy, you know. People used to come for miles around to give me a squeeze."
You laugh at his attempt at an earnest face. "Used to?"
"Yeah, well, you got exclusive rights, these days." Eddie says, tilting his head with a touch of endearing shyness. “What kinda idiot would I have to be, not to like my girl touching me all over?”
You want him, want him, want him.
You press your heated face to his shoulder, still playing with the frayed denim of his collar while you mumble into the vest. “Eddie?” You feel the vibration of his answering hum against your cheek. “I want-” You shake your head, as if you could bury yourself into his clothes. “Can we-” You turn your face, looking at the seat behind, all the space there.
Eddie strokes at your waist. “You wanna, uh, get in the back?”
At your quick nod, Eddie clasps your cheek with his warm hand. He tilts your head, kisses you soundly. “Stay right there.”
Eddie jumps from the van, legs swinging, and jogs round to your side to open the door for you. “Princess,” he says, offering you his hand with a flourish. You giggle, jumping down towards him and letting him lead you round to the back of his van like a gentleman. Still keeping up the routine, he opens the back door and gestures with a bow before helping you up.
The back is a scene of amps and wires, a bass drum with CORRODED COFFIN scrawled over the skin. Luckily there is space enough for the two of you, so you settle yourself in the middle, surrounded by enough little pieces of Eddie that the back of this van feels a little like home. When you look up, Eddie’s still outside, staring in at you.
You press your knees together, turn them to the side. “Eddie?”
“Yeah-” his voice breaks. He tries to hide it with a cough, clearing his throat and giving his chest a couple taps with the side of his fist. “Yeah,” he repeats, deeper now, as he climbs up after you. When the doors are closed, Eddie shuffles towards you, half squatting. “So, you’re happy with the carriage, Princess?” You nod, throat tight when Eddie kneels down in front of you. “That’s good.” Something in his face changes, a spark of excitement in his dark eyes. “You wanna lay back for me?”
The space between your legs pulses. “Mm.”
“Here,” he says, pulling off his jacket and rolling it up into a makeshift pillow. You lean back and he leans in to place it below your head, face above yours while you settle into the soft leather. His hair tickles your cheeks until he tucks it back, staring down at you. Your heart, your body, screams at you, ask him, ask him, ask him. Eddie kisses your neck quickly, shakes his head like he’s emptying out a thought. “Fuck, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had this dream.”
Again, ask him, ask him, ask him.
“Eddie,” you start, mind caught between the worry of how this will go and giving in to the gentle fuzziness of Eddie’s hands rubbing gently at your waist. You swallow, look to his eyes, then his forehead. “Will you-” The words catch, leaving you with a warm face and eyes squeezed closed in embarrassment.
Eddie hums, gifts your cheeks his lips. His nose brushes the side of your face, and he murmurs. “Anything you want, pretty. Let me hear it, mm? ”
It’s Eddie, you tell yourself. From the first time you spoke to him, he’s never judged you for anything. He won’t judge you now. It’s Eddie, you repeat in your head. My Eddie.
“I’ve never, um-” Your toes curl at the clear nerves in your voice, the beating of your heart that you swear he must be able to hear. “Nobody’s ever- Mmh.”
“It’s just me,” Eddie says, thumb at your cheek. “It’s only me, sweet girl. Wanna know what you’re thinking.”
“I think,” you sigh, let some of the nerves out with it. “I think you’re beautiful, Eddie.” He blinks, surprised, but gives you a sweet smile when you touch gently at his pink cheek, feel the beginning of bristle under your finger. “And I want you. I mean, I want you to be first.” And second, and third, and every time after.
You stare at each other, breath heavy in your chest. Eddie’s eyes shine until he blinks it away. “Come- come here,” Even though he says it, he’s the one to lean down to you, giving you a chaste kiss that turns desperate when you reach up to play with his curls.
Your head swims, relief and anticipation swirling together. A quiet moan escapes you when Eddie’s mouth moves to your jaw, down your neck. “Do you, um, have, like, protection?”
Eddie freezes. His face comes into view, brows furrowed. “Wait. You want me to fuck you right now?”
Oh. You hear the rush of blood in your ears, a ringing noise. You pull your hands from his hair, fingers curling, hands tucked to your chest. You suddenly wish he wasn’t on top of you, wish you could hide your face from him. Your head starts working overtime, supplying all the things he’s no doubt thinking about you now. You think of Erin, writing on the bathroom wall. Slut. Desperate. Whore.
“Hey,” he says, voice soft. Eddie presses his pointer finger to your temple, gives it a playful rub. “Are you doing that thing you said you do? Lying there convincing yourself you’ve fucked something up?”
A little part of you resents that he nailed it down so quickly, but you nod, blinking away the first bubbling tears, staring at the collar of his Metallica shirt rather than his face. “I just thought you’d want to.”
Eddie makes a soft noise at the back of his throat. “C’mere.” He pushes himself up from the floor of the van, grabs your hand to pull you with him. You end up curled at his side, knees just resting on the side of his thigh, his arm tucked around your shoulder as he leans you both against the back of the seats. You pull your sleeves over your hands, fidgety even as Eddie is rubbing at your shoulder softly.
“Course I want to,” he says, leaning into you. “I wanted you on that picnic table. I want you all the time.”
That soothes you a little, enough that your right hand peeks out from your sleeve to play with the hem of his shirt. But your sensitive heart still throbs, tentative and sore. “So, why…?”
“I- Shit. Give me a minute.” Eddie hugs you tight for a second, then shuffles across the floor of the van, practically launching himself out of the back doors with a practised ease that makes you smile despite yourself. You can’t see him from here, but you hear him outside, the passenger door opening and closing behind you. When he returns, he’s got that metal lunch box he carries around with him. A different kind of confusion blooms when he sits next to you and opens it, rummaging through the little plastic bags of illicit substances. He pulls out a wad of rolled bills, a little chunkier than when you’d bought weed from him in the woods that first day.
“Wanna know what this is for?” Eddie asks, looking unusually serious when you glance at him. He opens his mouth then closes it again, eyes fixing on where he is thumbing at the band holding the bills together. “I thought you might ask me, eventually. Hoped you would, at least.” He breathes a laugh, pings the elastic. “So I’ve been saving up, you know?”
“Saving up?”
Eddie nods, turns his wide gaze to you with a tilted head. “Wanted to take you somewhere nice. Buy you dinner, something other than a burger or a pizza slice. Get a room at a hotel, with a big comfy bed. Thought I could show you-” He twitches, eyes flickering away from your face and back again. He swallows, shrugs. “S’like I said. I wanna deserve you.”
Your tense shoulders slump. Your chest aches. “Eddie,” you whisper, shaking your head. Trying again to blink away tears, you grab the roll of dollars from him, throw it back into that dumb obvious lunchbox. You climb up into his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Your wet eyes meet his. “You don’t have to prove anything. You deserve-” Me, whatever you want, everything. Your fingers twitch. You close your eyes tight, ashamed you can’t look at him when you say it. “I think, all the time, about how much I wish I knew you earlier. It’s like, before, I just spent the whole time missing you.” You find it in you to look at him then, gaze at his pretty face; pink, lightly freckled, shiny under his eyes. “I want you, Eddie. I want to be with you wherever you are.”
You stare at each other, listening to the steady rhythm of your breaths until they move in sequence, chests expanding and contracting together. You get that same feeling you got when Eddie held your hand after touching you for the first time, how he listened when you told him about how you blow out of proportion in your head, the way he was angry for you when you recounted how Andy treated you. When Eddie told you that he couldn’t understand you liking him, that people have held him at arm's length for being too much, that he refuses to give up on school, believes wholeheartedly in his dreams. One moment at a time, you are peeling back layers, exposing soft tissue. You are offering each other all your hidden parts, whispering, please look after this with every squeezed hand and kissed cheek.
Eddie sniffs, wipes his eyes. Seeing his shaky smile, hearing his wet laugh, is better than any soft bed in any hotel.
“That’s good, cause, uh, I really hadn’t saved that much.” You giggle together through lumped throats. “At the rate I was going, you were gonna be waiting till you were forty-five.” You shake your head at him fondly, reaching up to play with the feathers of hair that brush the side of his face. Eddie pulls you in closer, ducks his chin. “But I still can’t take your virginity in the back of my van, sweet thing,” he says. “It just wouldn’t be right. You should be in a bed, at least. And if you’re happy for it to be mine? I’ll just make sure my sheets are washed.”
You rub the soft ends of his hair between your fingers. “That sounds nice.”
“Yeah?” His hand comes to your cheek, helping you look at him. He must be able to feel the warmth of your face in his hand, but you lean into his palm anyway. When Eddie kisses you, it’s a gentle thing, a promise.
When his tongue peeks out to lick into your mouth, it’s a request you’re happy to fulfil. Eddie groans at the taste of you, the sound of it registering across your whole body. Your hips roll subtly, and you feel the quirk of his lips.
Eddie sighs into your mouth. “My pretty girl wants me to fuck her in my bed, mm?”
The increasingly familiar zing of pleasurable shame zips up your spine. The air around you shifts, crackling like the split second of awareness before an electric shock. “Yeah, Eddie.”
“But you need to be touched right now. So desperate,” he murmurs, the word that had mocked you minutes ago, now a warm tease. “So desperate you wanted to take my cock for the first time right here. In my van, parked by the side of the road.”
You shake your head, because you’re not really at the side of the road. Eddie was right when he said it’s quiet; nobody comes here. You’re about as likely to be found by the quarry as you are in his room. Eddie’s eyes light up with dark amusement, his hand drifting to the back of your neck. The pressure of his fingers there makes your hips twitch, your body recognising the signs, the promise of what’s to come when Eddie’s palm starts holding your head up.
“No?” He asks, tilting his head, a teasing pout finding his pink lips. “You sayin’ I didn’t hear your right?”
Your toes curl. “No.”
The lines that run from the sides of Eddie’s nose to the corners of his lips deepen. “No, I did hear you right?”
“Eddie,”
“Ahh, yeah,” he breathes, wrapping an arm around your waist to help you lie back. He reaches out for his jacket, still rolled up on the floor, and places it back under your head. “That’s the good stuff.” You open your legs for him, let him settle his body on top of you, feeling the hardening length of him through denim and cotton at the apex of your thighs. Eddie licks his lips, tucks his hair back with a breathy laugh. “Shit. You got me thinking about it, now.”
Eddie sinks his face to your neck, the warm sting of his tongue making the mess between your legs increasingly hard to ignore. His big hand pulls at the hem of your skirt, lifting it up to your tummy. He glances down your body, eyes closing tight at the pale blue cotton cupping your mound, dark and sticky where it’s soaked up your wetness. “Wanna feel your little pussy on my cock so fucking bad. I can’t tell you how-” He cuts off a groan at the first run of his fingers over the wet material. “Christ. How many times I’ve thought about it.”
You blink at him slowly, mind drifting into the calm of knowing Eddie’s going to make sure you both feel good. Your hips tilt naturally, helping him rub the curve of his finger over your clit through soaked cotton, then wiggling to help him more when his fingers hook into the elastic to pull them down your legs. Once they’re past your sneakers, he holds them in his hand for a second, rubbing his thumb along their centre. When you tilt your hips, pussy barely catching the rough denim over his crotch, his nostrils flare. “Don’t distract me, I’m holding precious cargo.”
He seems to settle on where to put them, draping the cotton over the top of one of the amps rather than letting them touch the floor. You giggle at his careful consideration, and Eddie’s dimples press into flushed cheeks.
“You thought about it?” Eddie asks, watching your face when his thumb sweeps over your clit, noting the sensitivity before he starts up with tight circles that have you keening. “Thought about me inside you?”
He has to feel the new wetness between your legs that comes with your desperate nod. In truth, you’ve thought about it almost endlessly. You know it can hurt, have heard enough stories of virginity loss from the girls at the cheer table to know that it probably will. But when you imagine being close to Eddie that way, the only thing you can conjure up is the feeling of his fingers inside, how much further you’d have to stretch to take Eddie’s cock, the one that makes your jaw ache. Maybe the prospect should give you pause, but thinking about how Eddie would guide you through it sends excited shivers down your spine.
“Yes, Eddie.”
“You wanna feel my cock now?” He breathes, watching confusion flicker over your blissed face. “Know you like riding your pillow, sweet thing,” he says, your face hot at the memory of telling him how you masturbate. “But I think you might like rubbing up on me a little better.”
Your clit twitches. You clench inside. Eddie either feels or sees the reaction of your body because he’s humming in excitement the next second, leaning down to kiss you, press his tongue to yours until you’re groaning into his mouth. He looks a little manic when he pulls away, hands scrambling with his belt when he throws himself to the side, lying on his back, ready for you to climb up on him.
Without thinking, your hands catch his, stopping him from pulling at the loop. You squeeze his palms. “Let me?”
In answer, he moves his hands from his jeans, letting them rest flat across his stomach. You bite your lip, fighting the urge to sit on his thigh and grind against the denim just to get some instant relief. You reach out to the side of his head, grab his jacket and slide it to the back of his head. Eddie tilts his head up, lets you position it just so. You check, “comfy?” and he nods.
Satisfied, you return to Eddie’s belt. The action of pulling at the leather is excitingly familiar to you now. The button of his jeans comes next, then his zip humming as you pull it down. His boxers are a soft check, the waistband positioned just under the first tufts of dark hair that lead to where Eddie is filling out the material. You think about his hands teasing your clit through your panties, mimicking him by brushing a knuckle over the mound peeking out from his zipper. It’s enough to make Eddie’s eyes squeeze shut, his fingers twitch.
You hook your fingers into the elastic, start pulling them down. Eddie sighs in relief when his cock meets the air, hard enough to rise from his underwear the second he’s free. You imagine the stretch of him again, and clench down on emptiness. Eddie’s cock is a pretty pink all over. The furled skin at the top is a little shiny, and you know if you grasped his cock and pulled that skin back, his head would be wet with excitement.
The thought strikes to just lean down and take him in your mouth, surprised to find that that’s already something of a comfort zone for you. But your clit throbs like it’s protesting, so you shuffle on your knees, feeling the sticky spread of your cunt when you open your legs to bracket his hips. You reach down, let yourself stroke Eddie’s cock just to hear the soft noise it draws out from his throat. You rub your thumb over that sensitive spot below his head, press his cock down until his length rests over the hair above it and the bottom of his soft tummy.
With your free hand, you drift your hand between your legs, letting your fingers drift over your clit. You make a V with your fingers at the top, splitting your cunt open for him and feel a bone deep certainty that Eddie is the only person who could watch you doing this without real shame casting its shadow.
“C’mon,” Eddie says, getting impatient. “Sit on it, use my cock how you want, just let me feel you.”
Nodding, body instinctively wanting to follow his direction, you settle yourself on his cock. Eddie groans at the warm slick that surrounds him, hands immediately moving to your hips to help guide you. Your entrance flexes at the base of him, and he tries to pull you straight down like he could find more space between your lips for his girth. “Jesus Chri-”
Eddie’s words cut off with a choke when you glide yourself forward, hearing your wetness spread along his dick. You whine at the feeling, Eddie’s cock stimulating not just your twitchy button but your soft, clenching hole. Shifting back, your legs twitch when his head, exposed as the surrounding skin is pulled back by the clasp of your lips, catches just right against your clit. A few more blissful drags, and you are whining, hands flat against Eddie’s chest, fingers pulling at the softness of his shirt.
You wiggle your hips, close to hysteria at how good it feels to have Eddie this close. Eddie grins up at you, the pride on his face making you all the more desperate. He looks overwhelmingly pretty like this, hair fanned out across his jacket, lips wet and swollen from his constant licking and your own kisses. His neck, as blushed as his face and his cock, is exposed and tense. His dark eyelashes that flutter every time his head drags over your clit and emerges from between your lips. His eyes, dark in the centre where his pupils have swallowed up mahogany, flicker back and forth between your face and where his cock vanishes and appears again, enveloped and released by the wet split of your pussy.
“You feel me now, mm?” He says, sounding hurried like he’s trying to get it out before his voice is swallowed up by groans. “Haven’t even taken three of my fingers, but you thought you could just lie back and take my cock?” You bounce a little when his head flicks your clit this time, torturing the swollen button with him a little longer. “Couldn’t’ve done it right, not how my desperate girl needs it. Just wanna make you feel good, you know?”
“Feels good,” you murmur, wiggling your hips to feel his cock flex and shift over all the tender skin where you are most sensitive. “You always feel so good, Eddie.”
“Yeah? That’s it, that’s it.” Eddie’s fingers dig into your hips, no doubt leaving you with marks that will be satisfyingly tender by morning. “Fuck. Fuck, baby, I love you-r pretty voice.” He swallows, eyes now fixed on your pleasured face. “Love when you talk to me.”
“Eddie, m’gonna-” You start to shake, and his hands grab at your hips, helping you keep moving along him even as the stimulation edges towards painful.
“That’s it, cum on me. Let me feel it.”
Your body spasms, letting yourself move only with Eddie’s pushing and pulling as the throb of your clit spreads through your body, sends tingles up your spine. You feel your clit numb for a second, know enough now about your own body what that means for the intensity of your orgasm. You sit on that precipice, gasping in air.
Pleasure bursts, has you shaking and moaning and, unbeknownst to you, repeating, “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” while the boy beneath you chases his own high, wanting to finish before you’re too oversensitive to keep your perfect warm pussy on him.
Bending his knees, he grinds up into you, helping you slide along him. When he pulls your hips just so, and the tip of him barely catches the soft entrance of your cunt, Eddie finally cries out beneath you. The almost violent twitch of his cock between your legs makes you squirm, picturing that happening inside you. Eddie’s cum, thick and white, lands across his stomach in droplets, the last rope clinging to the tip of his cock in a way that, shamefully, makes your mouth water.
Sensitive, twitching, you rise from his body. Your shaking thighs fail you almost immediately, and you fall back on your butt between his open legs, a hand coming to cover your stimulated pussy like it needs protection. Eddie sits up, wipes his own hand across his stomach and draws his cum into his mouth with an ease that might surprise you if you hadn’t seen Eddie casually taste his own cum just about every time he’s orgasmed in front of you.
This is what you meant, when you told May that being with Eddie is fun. Sex has always been something with disclaimers attached. Something to be enjoyed, but not too much. Something to get lost in, but not enough that you cross the line into acting slutty. It seemed to you like a tightrope nobody had shown you how to walk.
And then there’s Eddie, who just watched you cum so hard on top of him that you immediately fell on your ass, and he’s grinning at you like he’s never been so proud of anyone in his life. “Now tell me that wasn’t way better than your pillow.” He reaches out for you, and you let him pull you into his arms, rest your head against his chest. You watch, warm in your face, while he tucks his softening cock, still covered in you, back into his boxers. “You feel okay?”
“Yeah,” you nod, tracing the blue lines of lightning on his shirt with your finger. Your thighs twitch again, and you laugh together, soft and breathless. You settle into that post high afterglow, letting yourself be comforted by how surrounded by Eddie you are. His arm around you, his chest under your head. You can hear the way his heartbeat shifts from an intense rhythm to a steady beat under your ear. There’s another sudden uptick just before he speaks.
“I was missing you, too.”
You shift, look up at him from his chest, find him staring at the ceiling.
“Sometimes my life has felt like being dealt one bad hand after another.” His gaze shifts then, eyes finding yours. “Now, I think, maybe I was saving up for something really good without realising.”
Eddie Munson; town freak, rumoured Satanist, bad news for sweet girls like you, on the floor of his van, arms wrapped tight around you, says; “You’re a lifetime of good luck, sweetheart.”
And then you know.
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Love You Through It (Dad!Eddie x Mom Reader)
Summary: When you're struggling with postpartum depression, Eddie brings in some help. Just a little blurb.
Warnings: depression, anxiety, mention of pregnancy, Stancy is canon
WC: 915
A/N: I've struggled with depression, but not PPD. I tried to draw on my own experiences and what I've heard from others, and I hope I did this request justice.
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On a Sunday morning, you wake up to the sound of Eddie's voice crackling through the baby monitor.
"Good morning, Melly Bean! Today's gonna be a beautiful day," he coos. You want to smile, soak in the way your husband dotes on your two-month-old daughter, but you just can't. It feels like there's something blocking you from feeling happy.
You roll over in bed, pulling the covers up to your chin. Eddie's baby talk fades from the monitor but gets closer to your bedroom door.
"You wanna go see Mommy? Show her how much you love her?" he asks, even pausing as if Melody can give an answer.
"Hi Mama Munson," Eddie calls to you from the doorway. "Someone wants to say 'good morning.'" His sweet smile morphs into a frown when he sees you burrowed into the blankets. "Sweetheart? What's going on?"
"Nothing," you insist, voice muffled by the layers covering you. "Just wanna sleep."
Eddie looks at you, concern evident all over his face. "Okay, love," he says finally, "we'll be in the living room if you need us."
You wait until after he closes the door to sob into your pillow.
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"Hello?" Steve answers the phone groggily, glancing at the time. Only 7:30 AM; who could be calling at this hour?
"Harrington," Eddie''s visibly relieved by the sound of his friend's voice. "There's something wrong with Y/N."
Steve sits up immediately at this news. "What do you mean?" he asks, panicked. "Does she need to go to the hospital?" Eddie hears Nancy's quiet voice, and Steve repeats what Eddie just told him.
"I don't--I don't know if you go to the hospital for this," Eddie tells him. "She stays in bed all the time, she doesn't want to be with the baby, she barely eats..."
Nancy takes the receiver from her husband. "Eddie?" she says. "Hon, that sounds like postpartum depression."
Eddie's eyes widen. "What do I do? I've been trying to handle everything but I'm just so...tired," he admits. "It's a lot, but I don't want to make her feel worse."
"I'm coming over," Nancy says, throwing off her covers. "Give me half an hour, okay?"
Eddie nods before realizing she can't see him. "Thanks, Nance," he whispers.
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Your bedroom door is nudged open, but instead of Eddie, Nancy's standing there.
"Can I come in?" she asks, and you nod slowly. It seems like everything is happening in slow motion these days.
She takes a seat next to you on the edge of the bed. "Eddie called us," she explains softly, rubbing your back. "He's worried about you, babe. We all are."
"'M fine," you lie, but it's no use trying to pull one over on Nancy.
"No," she shakes her head, "you're not. You should talk to your doctor, but I think you have postpartum depression."
"But how?" you cry out, voice catching in your throat. "I'd get it if I was alone, or there was something wrong with Melody, or the delivery..." You start to cry again, and you're genuinely shocked that you haven't dehydrated from all the tears you've shed. "But Eddie has been amazing, and the baby is happy and healthy, and my delivery was fine."
Nancy offers a small smile. "Unfortunately, it doesn't always work like that," she says. "It can happen to any new mommy, regardless of the circumstances."
"Nance, I feel so guilty all the time," you confide in a hushed whisper. "I want to do more, but it's like my brain and my body won't cooperate. And then it all falls on Eddie, which makes me feel even worse. Like..." you pause before allowing the truth to spill out, "like I'm failing at being a mom."
Your friend squeezes your arm gently. "You are not a failure," she reassures you. "We're gonna help you get through this, okay? This isn't your fault. If anything, it's Eddie's fault for getting you pregnant in the first place." she says with a giggle.
"I heard that!" Eddie calls out, peeking his head into the doorway. Nancy stands up when he comes in.
"You two get some rest, and I'll make some breakfast." She scoops up the baby monitor on her way out. "Don't worry about Melody; I'll take care of her if she needs me."
Eddie snuggles into bed behind to you and presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck. "You know I adore you, right?"
"Of course," you reply. "I'm sorry I haven't been showing you how much I adore you, Eds."
"My love, you carried our perfect daughter for nine months. What else can I ask for?"
"I don't know," you reply tersely, "maybe a wife who can take care of her baby, who can take care of herself?"
"And you will," he tells you, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you impossibly close. "But right now, we're gonna sleep. And when we wake up, Nancy is gonna help us find someone you can talk to. Like a therapist or something," he clarifies.
You take his hand and kiss it. "Do you think Melody hates me?" you whisper.
"Hates you? Oh, baby, absolutely not," Eddie gives a little laugh. "She loves her mommy. And she knows how much I love you, too."
"And how much is that?" you tease, snuggling into him.
Eddie's peppering kisses all over your face, his curly hair and hint of stubble tickling your cheeks.
"Does that answer your question?"
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Arrival ❤️
Summary; Heavily pregnant reader waiting to give birth, anxious, overprotective Eddie and Kit excited to be a big brother to his baby sister a few days before your due date.
Warnings; So much fluff, Dad! Eddie, anxious, overprotective Eddie, more fluff. Minors dni
Part Two to Family
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It had been two and a half years since you and Eddie had confessed your love and exciting things were happening.
The two of you had just married last year in a beautiful intimate ceremony with only your close friends and family in attendance.
A little after your wedding you had found out you were pregnant and no one was more excited than Eddie at the prospect of having a little one in the house.
There was exactly three days to go until baby girl Munson was here. Your due date was fast approaching and your boys were displaying different emotions now the time was drawing closer.
Eddie who had been uber-protective the whole pregnancy was even more so as the days ticked down, he was an anxious daddy-to-be and was impatient to see his baby girl.
Kit was equally as impatient as his dad but very excited too, he began talking about what he could do for the baby and it was very sweet watching him grow even more excited at the thought of being a big brother.
"Can she come out yet mama?" he whines and Eddie nods along with his son. It warmed your heart when Kit called you mama, you loved him and Eddie made it clear that he adored it too.
When it first started happening you thought your heart would burst, it happened so naturally and now he said it all the time.
"She's comfy in there clearly, but it's just a few more days until she makes her grand entrance into the world. Unless I go past my due date" you tell Kit and he pouts.
So does Eddie.
"Princess, I wanna meet our angel" he whines and you squeeze his hand while Kit gently rests his head on your belly and talks to his little sister.
She's full of energy today, kicking happily when she hears your voice, Eddie or Kit, she loves when the two of them play the guitar for her.
As Kit is talking to his little sister you feel a twinge of pain and wince. Eddie strokes your hair.
"You okay sweetheart?" you nod and just as you relax the pain comes again and it lasts a few seconds longer.
"Eddie, something is happening" You hisper and his eyes go wide.
"Shit! Are you in labour?" it's possible and you get up ruffling Kit's hair he looks worried.
"Is the baby coming mama?" you are about to speak when it hurts again.
"I think so baby, I don't think we have to rush yet" Eddie kisses your hair.
"I'll get the bag ready and phone Wayne just in case princess" you agree with this and as the hour passes the twinges get a little more intense.
Eddie has the bag all set up and Wayne is coming around soon, the three of you watch a movie and it isn't until you get up to get some hot chocolate that things ramp up.
"Baby, sit down I'll get you more hot chocolate" You smile and tell him to sit with Kit.
"I'm fine Eddie, I can get it" Just as you get into the kitchen you feel wetness trickle down your legs. There's a puddle of water on the floor.
"Eddie! My waters have broke!" The calmness you felt before gives way to anxiety and the prospect of giving birth.
Of course, you thought about it a lot leading up to this but you were trying to focus more on enjoying your pregnancy (the three weeks of bad morning sickness not so much)
"It's okay princess. Stay calm. Everything is going to be fine, I'll be with you every step of the way" he assures you and Kit who hates seeing you in pain.
"Mama will you be okay?" you nod breathing slowly.
"I'll be fine honey, don't worry okay?" Wayne arrives fussing over you but you reassure him all is fine.
"I know Kit will be worried but please try and get him to stick to his bedtime as much as possible, you know how much he loves to watch Disney movies so maybe put that on after his bed"
Wayne grins. "Darling we will be fine. You just focus on being calm and go have that baby yeah? Can't wait to meet her" You return Wayne's smile and and kiss Kit on the cheek, hugging him tightly.
It's not often you and Eddie are both away from him, maybe for date night or when he stays the night at Wayne's or Steve and Nancy's but it's not possibly days away.
Eddie is next for the cuddles and you struggle to hide your tears, when you are outside Eddie kisses your forehead.
"He will be fine princess" you let his words sink in and squeeze his hand as another contraction hits.
Better get moving.
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The drive to the hospital was a fast one, Eddie had a few choice curse words for some of the very slow drivers.
All the while you battled your contractions which had gone from not too bad on the pain scale to hurting like a bitch.
Once you got into the hospital and into a room everything felt more real and you were anxious as hell but couldnt wait to meet your little girl.
Eddie wouldn't leave your side and did anything to help you feel comfortable. Whatever you wanted he got and you did your best to stay as calm as possible.
You read a little and Eddie put on your favourite movie and the hours seemed to tick by slowly.
As time past your contractions became closer and closer together and your doctor was telling you it was time for the baby to come.
"Well Mrs Munson, looks like your baby girl is coming fast" Your grip on Eddie's hand tightens and he smooths your hair away from your face.
"You got this princess, you're badass and amazing and beautiful and this baby is going to be the luckiest little girl ever" his words make you tear up but you're quickly distracted as Doctor Green tells you to push.
It feels like hours as you push, the pain has you gripping onto Eddie's hand for dear life, not once does he wince or complain, he just strokes your hair and cheers you on.
"Come on sweetheart, one more push, just one more. You can do this" he urges and with all your strength you push one last time, a piercing cry fills the air and there is your little angel.
Eddie is crying, your crying. She's perfect.
Doctor Green takes her away for a moment and Eddie cuts the umbilical cord, gently holding baby girl Munson, he's holding her like she's the most precious thing in the world, she is so precious.
Ever so tenderly he hands her to you and the rush of love you feel is overwhelming, wonderful.
"Hi baby, I'm your mama" Eddie holds out his pinky finger and she latches onto it with her tiny hand and it melts your heart.
Eddie's eyes fill with love. "Jesus" he sobs as he looks at her in awe then he looks up at you.
"I love you so much, princess" You stroke his cheek and kiss him softly.
"I love you too Eddie" he's beaming with happiness.
"She's an angel, let's have another one sweetheart" this makes you giggle.
"Definitely in a couple of years stud" he looks delighted at this and holds you close to him as you both stare at your little bundle of joy.
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Eddie was in love, he had his little princess in his arms while you rested and he was so full of love for you, little Willow and Kit.
His family, his beautiful family that he couldn't believe he had, sometimes he had to pinch himself at how much of a lucky bastard he was.
You had been at home for over a week now with Willow and she was doted on by everyone. Kit was taking his big brother role very, very seriously and rarely left your side or Willows.
Pretty much like Eddie himself who was very protective of his girls.
Willow moves around for a second, her face scrunching up for a second as a soft cry escapes her lips, he rocks her gently and she quietens, her lips forming an oh shape as she sleeps soundly.
He sings to her, a lullaby his mother and Uncle Wayne sang to him when he was little.
He wishes his mother was still alive, and wonders what she would think of Willow, of you, she would love you both he has no doubt.
Your arms slip around his waist and he smiles at you, his heart bursting with love.
"Get some rest sweetheart. I've got her" You settle beside him.
"Wanted to hear you sing" this makes him smile and he carries on singing, eventually Willow is lulled into a deep sleep and he places her in her crib.
You're dozing too and the sight is so fucking cute, he guides you back into bed, curls up beside you and wraps his arms around you as you fall asleep on his chest.
His last thoughts are of you, Kit and Willow before he falls into a deep slumber himself
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I heard you still write. If you still write for Eddie and Lucille I’d love a fic about them. Been missing them lately
Hi! I definitely still write for Eddie and Lucille, I’ve been missing them too I just haven’t had the motivation to like sit down and write like I should, nor did I have any ideas but I have one!
Anywho, thank you sm for the request if you want me to write anymore Eddie and Lucille let me know pls I love them sm😭
Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader
Dad!Eddie Munson Series
Tw: reader has a cold, fem!reader
You’d woken up with a pounding headache and a cold sweat, you let out a quiet groan.
“Eddie?” You murmur your clammy palm touching your husband’s bare back. “Think ‘ve got a fever”
His hands press against your head and he nods. He starts to sit up resting his arms against his knees, the sheets falling round his waist.
You blink up at him groggily seeing the sun peaking in through the window above the bed. You roll over in bed as you look to your husband. You let out a quiet groan hearing your baby, Davie start to cry.
Not even five minutes later, Lucy is bursting into the room, “Mama! Baby Davie’s up!” She tells you eagerly. You let out a whine shutting your eyes as you try to resist the urge to burry your head in your pillow.
Before you know it your husband is taking over, getting Lucy ready for preschool and calling Wayne to ask if he could watch Davie for the day.
“Sweetheart?” You hear Eddie ask as he pokes his head in the room David on his hip and Lucille clinging to his calf, you hum in acknowledgment. “Ya want me to call in sick for ya?” You shake your head no. Lucy’s birthday was soon and you just needed to save up a little more for that Barbie dream house she wanted!
It takes an extra hour but eventually you show up to work, making sure to stay away from your coworkers, and somehow making it through the day.
When you get home you take a hot shower and lay back in bed, and when Eddie gets home he knows you must still feel sick since all the lights in the house were on.
“Where’s mama?” Lucille starts asking loudly as she toddles through the house, and Eddie quickly sets David down on his playmat and scoops up Lucy.
“Hey, hey, gotta be quiet squirt, your mama doesn’t feel good” he tells Lucy as he presses kisses on her cheeks as she giggles and nods.
“I can make mama a card!” She shouts before she whispers “sorry” as she remembers her daddy said it was quiet time.
And so an hour later when you come out the room to make a cup of tea and take medication for your cold you find your husband on the floor near the coffee table. You squint slightly seeing him covered in glitter, macaroni noodles stuck to his work clothes as he holds David feeding him his bottle and watching Lucy finish up her card.
“Mama!” You hear Lucy shout as she runs up holding up her card pushing it at you excitedly.
“Ohhh it’s so beautiful honey” you tell her as you smile at Eddie thankful for what he’d done today.
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Contrary to what her felon of a husband started telling her when the honeymoon phase of their relationship ended, Rebecca Munson is not a stupid bitch.
Well, she’s definitely a bitch, but she ain’t stupid. She’s made bad choices - letting herself get pressured into a shotgun wedding at sixteen to a man five years her senior, havin’ a baby at seventeen at home because she couldn’t afford a hospital, and too many failed attempts at sobriety to count don’t look too good on paper - but she ain’t stupid.
She knew the second that the cops came to their house at two in the damn morning to pick up John that he wasn’t comin’ back. She decided then, after ten G-d awful years of living with him, that she wasn’t comin’ back either.
Her family was across state lines and didn’t much like her since the wedding. But Wayne was two towns over and said to her, over and over again, that his door was always open.
(One Fourth of July, probably when Eddie was six or so, before John realized he wasn’t going to have a little football-loving clone and still humored him by playing tag, Wayne was a few beers in and told Rebecca, point blank, that she deserved to be doing so much better.
“But he’s your brother,” she said, pointedly not looking at the can in Wayne’s hand. It was her first try at staying away from that stuff, and she lasted a full two weeks until her next fight with John.
“That’s how I know you could be doin’ better than him,” Wayne said, taking a sip of his beer. “You’re a good woman, Becca. He ain’t a good man.”
Sometimes, she wondered what her life would be like if she listened to him then, if she didn’t need an arrest warrant to convince her of what she knew, deep in her soul, the second she said “I do.”)
So, that’s where she’s standing now. In front of Wayne’s door, hand poised to knock, Eddie at her side with his headphones on and music cranked loud.
“It’s fuckin’ freezin’,” she murmurs before knocking lightly.
“It’s August, Ma,” Eddie says. Not meanly, but not nicely either. He just says it.
Rebecca almost misses when he was little and tried to warm her up by rubbing his baby palms up and down her arms. She doesn’t miss when he had to call an ambulance for her. She definitely misses when he used to call her “Mama.”
She knocks again. Waits. Tries not to shiver because Wayne will know what that means, and she can’t take pity or rage right now.
She’s fucking trying. This is her trying, this is her quitting, this is her, hopefully, staying sober.
She doesn’t have John, shitty as he was, to fall back on anymore. Eddie needs her, all of her, so she needs to stay present.
The door opens a crack, then fully. Wayne stands there in his pajamas, sipping on a mug of coffee, looking surprised but not quite.
“John got arrested,” Rebecca says.
Eddie just nods, picks up his bag, and walks right on inside.
Wayne raises his eyebrows. “You know what for?”
“Second degree murder.”
“Jesus H. Christ.”
“And I ain’t payin’ for a lawyer for his sorry ass, so he’ll get some court-appointed schmuck, get sent to hell, and hopefully stay there,” she says brightly.
Wayne snorts and holds the door open for her.
His trailer is small, but they make it work. Eddie gets the bedroom, a notion which he puts up a losing fight to, Rebecca takes a cot they set up in the living room, and Wayne takes the couch. She offers to alternate nights with him, but he waves her off and says it’s fine, it’s comfy enough.
If Wayne liked women (Christmas, 1971, spiked eggnog heavy on the spiked all responsible for her knowing that bit of information) she should’ve married him instead.
He tells her, spotting old track marks and the tooth she lost last winter, that she better not bring any of that shit into the house.
It helps, though maybe not as much as it should. It means she has to rely more on chain-smoking cigarettes and drinking the beer Wayne likes than the variety of harder shit she’s been on and off of since she was seventeen.
Once again, fuck you John Munson.
It doesn’t quell the itch. The first few weeks at Wayne’s are hellish, between the sweats and the shaking and the dry heaving.
But all she has to do is look over at the door to Eddie’s room and remind herself that if she fucks up the same way she’s fucked up countless times throughout her boy’s life, then he has no one.
It’s just barely enough. She’s still drinking way more than she should, enough to not remember when or where she falls asleep, but it’s the longest she’s been off crank, so. Small wins.
She gets a job waitressing at the diner next door to the barber and across the street from the hardware store. It pays alright, and the farmers and miners tip her better if she leaves the first two buttons of her blouse undone.
Men.
Eddie ain’t doin’ much better. The kids at his school are mean sons of bitches, the kind that yank on his hair - he’s always liked it long, and Rebecca really doesn’t give a shit what it looks like as long as it’s clean - and slap his things out of his hands and make fun of the books he reads.
But he’s angry at the world, and he doesn’t take shit from anybody. They leave him alone soon enough, after a couple of fights Rebecca doesn’t blame him for getting into. Between the time he bit a boy’s shoulder after he punched Eddie and called him a fag, and the rumors about his music making him a Satanist - ridiculous, it’s just noise - they give him a wide berth.
He says it’s fine, but Rebecca knows. That boy thrives bein’ around people. Loneliness could kill him straight out.
It’s Wayne who keeps him alive. They fight like hell those first few weeks, the worst of it being when Eddie throws the salt shaker at him and screams about him not being his father.
There’s a new shaker, filled up to the brim, on the table the next day. She checks Eddie’s piggy bank while he’s at school and finds it, predictably, empty.
He’s a good kid. G-d knows if she was in his situation, she’d be angry, too.
Wayne tries to be involved. Tries talking about sports and hunting and other things Eddie doesn’t give a rat’s ass about. When Eddie goes on about the books he reads and the games he plays, Wayne’s face just goes blank.
In the end, it’s the music that does it. Rebecca spends weeks smoking and drinking and walking on eggshells only to find Wayne and Eddie on the couch, hunched over an acoustic guitar and listening to Johnny Cash.
She breathes a sigh of relief.
It’s better after that. There are fewer fights. The trailer is filled with music more often than not. Eddie makes friends.
And, after about a year and a half, Rebecca starts lookin’ to leave.
She’d love to stay here, but she can’t. Wayne was kind enough to take her in, but there ain’t no way in hell she and Eddie can stay forever. It’s time for them to get their own place, to get out of Wayne’s hair, to make a real, permanent life somewhere.
She looks around town, but there aren’t many places to rent, and the ones that can be rented are too expensive for her.
Eddie has been begging for her to let him go get a job, but she keeps putting her foot down. He didn’t get to be a kid when he was one, not with him always taking care of her and taking care to stay out of his father’s way, so he gets to be one now.
She owes him that much and more. So much more.
After a few months, she finds it. It’s a little ad in the paper, so small she almost missed it.
Honey Haven. Five miles outside Hawkins, Indiana. A newly planned, family-friendly community. All are welcome!
The number next to “prices as low as” catches her attention. She dials the phone number, and the sweetest lady picks up, patiently answering all her questions.
It sounds too good to be true. Rebecca tells the lady as much, and she, without hesitation, offers a no strings attached visit.
So, she figures, What the hell?
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Wiled Hearts Pt.2
Cowboy!Eddie Munson x female reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Meeting the new farm hand isn't exactly as glamorous as one might have predicted.
Warning: Nothing in this chapter except the reader calls her dad "daddy" a few times, but obviously not in THAT way, and some cursing.
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Morning came all too soon. The bright rays of sunlight filtered in through my window and I groaned as the light hit my eyes. Grabbing my pillow I shoved it over my face to block out the morning but removed it just as quickly when it became stuffy and hard to breathe. Slowly, I stretched myself out and sleepily threw the covers off my body.
The alarm clock on my bedside table flashed the time, 8:15 a.m. I sighed, realizing my hope of sleeping in late would not happen with my internal clock being so used to waking up early for classes. Groggily I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and made my way out into the hallway where the smells of breakfast hit my nose and my stomach began to growl.
The bottom of the stairs opened up into the kitchen, so when I made my way down I could see Mama and Daddy and my baby brother in the room. Although, my baby brother wasn’t a baby anymore.
I stood just out of sight for a moment, admiring the family I hadn’t seen in forever. Mama was in the middle of cooking her world-famous buttermilk biscuits, Daddy had his glasses on looking at what I could only assume were bills, and Tucker was shoveling bacon and grits in his mouth like he had never eaten before.
Looking at them made me a little sad. I’ve been gone for a few years and so much can change in such a short amount of time. I mean, the last time Tucker and I were in the same room he had the chubby baby face of a thirteen-year-old, and now… now he was more muscular and had a full face of facial hair. If I didn’t know he was almost sixteen, I would have thought he was older. I can’t help the feeling that I have missed so much.
I’m pulled away from my thoughts when I hear Mama call out to me. “Morning sugar bear, go have a seat and I’ll bring you some breakfast.”
I shake my head clearly and smile. “Mornin’ Mama, Daddy,” I say as I descend the last few stairs and find my seat. “Morning to you too turd.” I push an elbow into Tucker’s side.
“Shut up.” He elbowed me back and I laughed as I threw an arm over his shoulders, bringing him in for a hug. “Missed you,” he laughed as well.
“Missed you too. Although I'm pretty upset you didn’t come to graduation.” I teased.
“Hey, I was sick. I couldn’t help it.”
“Were you sick or did you not wanna come to see your one and only sister on her big day?”
Mama shook her head as she placed a bowl in front of me filled with buttery grits and a plate with two sunny-side-up eggs and three strips of bacon. “You two stop it.”
Tucker ignored her. “Oh crap, you caught me. In fact, I didn’t want to go so I decided to get a fever of 101 just so I could stay home in bed.”
“Oh well, I guess that means you don’t get to have the little present I bought for you,” I stated smugly as I began to eat my food. He sat there mouth agape if foux shock.
“Son, close your mouth when ya got food in it,” Daddy hit Tucker’s shoulder with an envelope.
“Sorry, Sir.” Tucker apologized and bumped me with his shoulder, making my spoon fall into the bowl.
“Yep, definitely not getting your present now.” After a couple more bites I turn to Dad and ask, “So what’s on the agenda for today?”
He takes a sip of coffee and clears his throat before speaking. “Well, you’re brother, Randy, and I are going out to the eastern pasture over the hill and herding all the cows back this-a-way so they have some fresher grass to feed on. Munson’s sposed to be fixing the fence down by the creek and as for Mama, what are you doing today hun?”
Our heads turn to her as she places the biscuit dough in the oven. “Well, I was gonna work on the garden before heading into town to the farm supply store.”
“So I’m free to do whatever?” I ask.
“You can tag along with any of us, just thought you might want some time to settle in before I start making you work again.” Daddy smiles at me before going back to his papers.
“Wow, a free day on the farm.” These were rare and to be treated as such. Summer was coming and the heat was a testament to that, maybe a day spent at the pond or the creek was just the thing I needed. I could also use the time to go and introduce myself to the new guy.
I had almost forgotten about him until he was mentioned again. The vision of those biceps flooded my mind and I shook my head, blushing. If his silhouette was anything to go by, he would be absolutely devastating to look at.
Once I finish my food, I clean off my dishes and bound upstairs to get showered and dressed for the day. By the time I come back downstairs at a quarter to ten, everyone is already gone doing their own thing and I am left to my own devices.
First things first, I need to go down to the barn. I had grown up riding horses and the moment I went to college I was so upset that I couldn’t have that anymore.
There was an almost giddy pep in my step as I raced over the dirt driveway and through the grass and into the large open breezeway of the barn. The stalls were empty which prompted me to make my way to the back of the barn, where the breezeway opened into a two-acre fenced-in area.
As I was rounding the corner I ran face-first into something, or rather someone who was coming out of the feed room.
“Shit.” The person's aggravated voice sounded as it was accompanied by the sound of a bucket clambering to the floor.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I reached down for the bucket only to hit my head against the person. “Ow.” I stumbled backward, hand on my head.
“Fuck, can you watch where you’re going?” The unfamiliar male voice groaned with a slight northern Appalachian accent.
“I didn’t mean to, you came out of nowhere.” I looked up at the man and boy was I right earlier. He was devastatingly handsome with his large brown eyes and hints of brown hair sticking out from under his black, straw cowboy hat.
He stared at me, eyes going from wide open to squinting in a matter of seconds. Shaking his head he bent down to pick up the spilled alfalfa hay.
I twiddled my thumbs for a moment before I realized he was finished talking. “I really am sorry.”
“Mhum.” He hummed in response, which aggravated me a little.
“I said I was sorry,” I started again a bit louder.
He looked up at me and gave a shrug. “What do you want? A fuckin’ medal? I heard you the first two times.”
I scoffed. “Well excuse me, ya don’t gotta be a dick.”
The hay was now all back in the bucket and the guy stood to his full height in front of me. He was tall and frankly intimidating, which also added to the fact that he was gorgeous. My eyes traveled to his rolled-up sleeves and dear god, those biceps were just as amazing up close.
I tried to reason with myself that I should not be ogling the new farmhand, especially since he was being a grade-A asshole.
“Whatever you say, Princess.” He pushed past me and into the first open stall.
I followed, never knowing when to let something go, always having to have the last word in any argument. “Don’t call me Princess.”
He never stopped what he was doing, only replied to me over his shoulder. “Oh dear, please forgive me, Your Majesty.” The new name was said with more venom than it should have for a person who I had known all of five minutes.
“I have a name and it’s not that.” I stood there, arms crossed and head high. I was not going to let this guy get to me.
He hummed again before walking out of the stall toward me. “I don’t actually care. Now, you can either leave me alone or find a way to make yourself useful.”
I scrunched up my nose in distaste. “Fuck you, asshole.” I turned on my heel and headed out of the barn and to the fenced-in area.
What was his deal? All I did was say sorry, is it that much of a problem to acknowledge me? I can’t believe Dad would hire someone so unpleasant.
My thoughts were jumbled as I thought over the interaction and if anyone were to be close enough to me, they would think I’m crazy the way I’m talking to myself. “How dare he call me princess, like I’m some spoiled brat. I’m neither of those things.” I huff.
I look over my shoulder to see if he was still in the barn and low and behold, he was staring at me. I glared back at him. I was not going to be the one to look away first.
He seemed to glare back before turning to walk further into the barn. A small sense of triumph washed over me like I had won.
As I internally celebrated my victory, I heard heavy footsteps coming closer and the swish of a tail. I smiled. The brown snout of the familiar horse entered my field of vision and my hand reached out instantly to pat its strong neck.
My fingers twirled mindlessly in the dark, coarse hairs of its mane. Kota had been my horse since middle school. She had been a birthday present from Mama and Daddy.
I still remember them setting me down and Daddy saying, "She's your responsibility. You fed her, you water her, you take care of her."
That had been one of the best days of my life. I was so excited to have my own horse so I could ride wherever I wanted to, I could be free. Going to college several states away and almost never coming home had made me sick with longing for her. If I could have, I would have packed her right up and brought her with me.
“Hey, girl,” I whisper to her and she lets out a puff of air. “You wanna go for a ride?” It was almost like she knew what I was asking when she nodded her head over and over.
The grin that overtook my face was wide and toothy. I had absolutely missed this. We were close to the wooden slatted fence, so I lead her over to it and stepped up to the second slat before swinging my left leg over her back and getting comfortable.
I nudge my legs into her side, encouraging her to walk forward and to the gate. Once it’s open I nudge her a little more, and then we're off in a canter. It was like all my thoughts left once I could feel the breeze flowing past me. All the world just faded away until it was just me and Kota and the wide-open pastures.
It took an hour or two but we explored many places I had missed when I was gone. The tallest oak tree on the entire three-hundred-acre property, the old barn out in the woods where my friends and I would party and get drunk in high school, the clearing in the middle of those same woods I used to sneak out to in the middle of the night to clear my head. Now, we were headed back closer to the house, maybe a mile or so out, where the creek widened out into a pond. It was hot and if I was in need of a cool down, so was Kota.
The pond was near the edge of the pasture and the bobwire fence ran out about twenty feet from the back side of the water. Trees covered the area on three sides and on the side that wasn’t shaded, it looked more like a beach, with sand and a dock that went a little way into the water. The sand and the beachy vibe had been Mama’s idea several years back when the yearly trips down south to Orange Beach had been canceled due to money. It was cleaner than the other areas of water on the property since the cows rarely came to this spot, as they preferred to be more downstream and closer to the larger pond.
Pulling on Kota’s mane a bit, I get her to stop. I if didn't she probably would have happily carried us both into the water. I jumped off and landed in the sand. Since I was no longer stooping her, Kota trotted her way to the water. I shook my head as I watched her.
Before I could even begin making my way to the dock to take my boots off, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye, in the woods. It was almost hard to spot but the sun had caught the mirrors of the black Chevy Silverado. Never having seen the truck before, I wandered my way over, not worrying if Kota ran off or not, the house wasn’t that far of a walk.
As I came closer to the vehicle I peered inside its open window. The red upholstery looked a bit dirty, like any farm truck. Nothing out of the ordinary caught my eye, and neither did anything that could tell me whose truck it was. That's when I heard a frustrated cry.
"Fuckin' fence!"
I whorled around to face the voice and there, knelt down by the broken bobwire fence, was the new guy. Then I remembered what Dad had said at breakfast, that Munson would be out here working.
He had new wire tangled in a heap to his left and a couple of tools to his right. Not wanting another interaction with him, I tried to back away slow and quiet, and yet whatever controlled the universe decided that I wasn’t getting out of this unnoticed when my heel made contact with a tree root and I tumbled to the ground with a yelp.
“Well, if it isn’t the Princess.” He said smugly from where he knelt.
I glared at him as I stood to my feet and brushed the dirt and leaves from my legs and hands. “Screw you.”
“I know you want to but unluckily for you, you aren’t my type.”
“Oh yeah, and what is your type? Whore?” I spit out.
He smirked. “Anything except spoiled brat.”
Anger was bubbling inside me as I looked at this guy’s smug and unfairly handsome face. It took everything in me not to launch myself at him, to scream in frustration. So, I kicked a plume of dirt in his direction and griped, “I’m not a brat, and you’re never gonna get that fixed if you don’t have the wire stretcher… Asshat.” And with a roll of my eyes, I was gone.
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“Mama, are angels real?”
Eddie asked Annie this question on a random Tuesday night when they were watching cartoons in the living room of the trailer. He was six years old and had never once stepped foot in a church to even really know what an angel was.
“What do you mean, baby?”
“They have wings, right? Wouldn’t we see them if they were real?”
“Well, we don’t know for sure, I guess. They could be and just have magic that hides them.”
She changed the subject, not wanting to get into religious discussions with her much smarter kid.
It never came up again.
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When Eddie woke up in the hospital, his first words were directed at his Mama.
“Angels are real. He saved me.”
She didn’t think much of it; The boy was on enough pain meds to put down a horse.
But he brought it up again the next time. And the time after that.
“Where’s my angel?” He’d ask.
And she’d have to try to fake a smile and say he must be busy saving other people.
Eddie nodded like that made sense.
And then she met Steve. Steve had been so busy volunteering, he hadn’t had time to visit Eddie or Max much, but since they delegated tasks a bit better, he decided to use his free time to drop by. He brought some tapes and a Walkman, a magazine with Metallica on the cover, said he figured Eddie would like some entertainment that wasn’t the nurses gossiping outside the door.
Eddie woke up while he was there and beamed.
“My angel!”
Annie Munson felt like every organ in her body just floated away.
She looked to Steve’s shocked face, silently prayed he wouldn’t think it was too weird.
She watched as his features relaxed, a genuine smile pointing towards Eddie.
“I dunno about that, Eds. I’m just good at CPR and can lift people.”
“You saved me.”
Something weird was happening with Steve’s face, something like sadness and anger crossed it before it settled back into something similar to fondness.
“Of course I saved you. You saved us.”
“Maybe we’re both angels.”
Annie covered a short as she looked out the window, tried to give them some semblance of a private conversation.
“Maybe you should get some more rest.”
“Will you stay?”
Annie’s brows raised in surprise, but she didn’t say anything or turn to look at Eddie’s bed.
“I’ll stay until I have to pick Robin up.”
“And then you’ll come back?”
“Sure, Eds.”
Eddie passed out after the promise and Annie finally looked back at them both.
Steve’s hand was covering Eddie’s, his eyes drooping like he hadn’t been getting enough rest.
“You know there’s a cot in the corner for when I stick around at night. You might as well use it tonight if you’re comin’ all the way back here.”
Steve startled, but calmed when he realized she was smiling at him, genuinely offering it.
“If he wants me to, I’ll stay.”
“So you’re the angel he’s been talkin’ about.”
Steve’s entire face and neck went red.
“I was just doing what anyone would do.”
“Well, I think I’ll agree with Eddie on this one. You’re an angel to us.”
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Haunted by you — Eddie Munson
↳ chapter seven
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Summary | Eddie Munson's ghost is haunting the house recently occupied by Daisy Morgan. Having been deceased for years, Eddie becomes visible only to her. As she adjusts to sharing her living space with an otherworldly presence, their relationship develops into a compelling yet forbidden romance between the living and the dead. But, how could that ever truly work?
Warnings/tags | UPDATED: This chapter contains childhood abuse, drug use, mention of loss of parental rights, car accident and a damaged mother/daughter relationship. If you would like to skip Daisy's snippet of her backstory then skip ahead to the first page break. Full warnings here.
Word count | 4.2k
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Small trembling hands clutch the steering wheel, Daisy’s wide-eyed gaze striving to find the road ahead. A sudden, forceful blow to the back of her head jolted her into action.
“What are you waiting for?”
Daisy hastily turned her attention to her mother in the passenger seat, who was busy lighting a pipe and inhaling. It was a disturbingly routine sight, one Daisy had grown accustomed to over the years. By the age of three, she had been taught to fetch the pipe and a lighter. Fetch like a dog, for that was how she was treated, or perhaps even worse.
Shifting the gear into drive, Daisy wedged her leg beneath her to gain a better view of the road. The street lights barely lit the way home, but she’s driven this route more than she can count. It still made her nervous, not because she was only eight and didn’t have a driver’s license, but because of her mother.
“I’m going to make you walk home next time you do that shit.” Grace spit.
Daisy knew she wouldn’t. Her mother relied on her to drive, especially when securing her latest drug fix. It wasn’t until Daisy grew older that she overheard a social worker mentioning how Grace had taken her to her drug dealer’s house, forcing her to wait in a room filled with strangers and users while her mother obtained drugs. At a young age, she didn’t grasp the concept of a “dealer,” but she understood the discomfort she felt in that house. She knew that it was a bad place.
“You little slut, always batting your eyes at him,” Grace groaned in irritation.
Daisy didn’t comprehend. She made every effort to avoid eye contact with the man Grace associated with at that house. Her eyes were always downcast, and she did her utmost to remain invisible. It wasn’t her fault that he would gaze at her and attempt to engage in conversation while Grace used the bathroom. Her mother insisted it was her fault, that Daisy was trying to steal her man, sabotaging her connections.
Young Daisy held back her tears as her mother hurled hateful words at her while she drove. It was all too easy to believe the cruel words coming from the person she was born to love. It must be true, she would tell herself when she was alone. Maybe she was worthless and stupid.
Grace pinched her ear as she drove. “Do you even listen to me, girl?”
“Yes, mama,” Daisy replied, her voice trembling as she struggled to stay within the white lines on the road.
She twisted her ear in anger and Daisy held back her whimpering. She quietly exhaled as her mother removed her hand from her ear, a surge of relief washing over her.
“Open your mouth.”
Daisy wished she could keep her mouth sealed, but she remembered what happened when she resisted. So she obediently opened her mouth, and the pill landed on her tongue. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened as she sensed her mother’s watchful eyes, and she swallowed.
Daisy regretted not speaking up to tell her mom it was too soon. The pill was always given after they passed Woodland Street, yet this time, they were still miles away. The sleeping pill usually would take effect just as they arrived home, a way for Grace to avoid dealing with her for the night so she could focus on her art.
It was too soon. Too soon. Daisy repeated that in her head, tuning out her mother’s rambling as she concentrated on the road. But the world outside began to blur, and Daisy felt her eyelids grow heavy. Keeping them open became increasingly challenging, and it didn’t take long before she fell into exhaustion.
Daisy couldn't recall the car colliding with the tree or her body being ejected from the vehicle, skidding across the unforgiving asphalt. Her memories consisted only of the moments in the hospital where the police and social workers posed questions. She remembered her mother’s shouts down the hallway, declaring she never wanted Daisy anyway when informed she would be taken away. Her physical injuries mended, but the wounds to Daisy’s heart and soul remained forever unhealed.
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The sterile white walls, the incessant beeping of machines, and the sight of doctors in their white coats served as haunting reminders of her past, sending a shiver down her spine. It had been three long days since her admission, and the prospect of going home today filled her with gratitude. Her concussion had cleared, and only six stitches on her forehead bore witness to the ordeal.
Sloan, with a warm smile, placed clean clothes at the end of the hospital bed.
“How’s the house?” Daisy asked.
How was Eddie? That’s what she really wanted to know. Did she see him? Of course not. Daisy was just so eager to see him. It’s all she’s been thinking about. Late last night, she had dialed the house’s number, hoping for Eddie to pick up, but it only rang and rang, each ring amplifying her anxiety.
Sloan reassured her, saying, “It’s clean, don’t worry.”
Oddly, that stirred conflicting emotions within Daisy. Perhaps a part of her craved proof that what had occurred on her birthday was real, not just her accident but what happened before it. She had no recollection of the fall into the pool. The last memory etched in her mind was telling Eddie to leave, a decision that had burdened her with regret since her awakening. She longed to see him, to apologize, to hear his voice.
Daisy’s body ached, and she felt the soreness acutely as she dressed. Sloan stood close, ready to assist if necessary. Having someone there, offering support when needed, was a comforting presence, and Sloan was always the person Daisy could count on. She was well aware of Daisy’s unease about hospitals due to her past, and Sloan ensured they could leave as soon as she was cleared.
Sloan even kept visitors at bay, aside from one person who Daisy welcomed. Steve had visited the previous day, apologizing and shouldering the blame for leaving her in the garden. Daisy had firmly asserted that it wasn’t his fault. He did nothing wrong. He was so kind and caring, and it made Daisy feel a little guilty about what happened. As if she had any control in it.
They had spent nearly half the day together talking. Despite their shared dance and kiss, it became clear that their connection was better suited to friendship. However, Daisy occasionally caught herself gazing at his lips and hands, promptly averting her eyes, thoughts consumed by Eddie.
Daisy expressed her gratitude to the nurse who wished her well upon departure. “Thank you so much; I really appreciate your help.”
Arm in arm, Sloan and Daisy strolled slowly through the hospital corridors. This time, she wasn’t leaving with a stranger bearing paperwork and sympathetic eyes but with someone she knew. Someone that was family.
“Love you,” Daisy murmured softly to Sloan, her way of saying thank you, and Sloan understood.
“I love you too,” Sloan replied, giving Daisy a gentle squeeze, mindful of her healing process. “How about we grab a pizza on the way home?”
Sloan’s words almost faded into the background as Daisy’s gaze fixated on someone standing at the nurses’ station. His name initially eluded her, but his curly hair and infectious smile were unmistakable.
“What’s wrong?” Sloan asked.
Daisy realized they had come to a halt in the middle of the hallway. Her attention remained fixed on the man who seemed captivated by a nurse behind the desk. He handed her a bag of food, making it apparent that she was his girlfriend or wife, visiting her at work. Daisy’s mind raced as she struggled to recall his name and why he seemed significant. Then, his name tag caught her eye: Dustin Henderson.
Daisy almost gasped but managed to contain it. “No, everything is fine.”
She tried to maintain her composure as they continued walking, but she couldn’t help glancing at Dustin. He knew Eddie, and he might know about Eddie’s past or what had happened to him. The image of their hellfire photograph remained in the forefront of her thoughts as she debated whether to approach him or go home.
Her eyes dropped to his name tag, not from the hospital, but bearing the name “Nexus Labcorp.”
“Do you know him?” Sloan asked, noticing Daisy’s fixation.
Daisy shifted her focus to her shoes, her voice faltering. “Uh, no. I thought maybe I did, but no.”
With that, Daisy and Sloan exited the hospital and made their way toward Sloan’s car. The sun’s warmth felt comforting on Daisy’s chilled skin, and the fresh air filled her lungs, rekindling a sense of life that had eluded her in the past three days.
She made a silent promise to herself, Tomorrow. Tomorrow, she will drive to Nexus and seek out Dustin. The questions about Eddie were gnawing at her, and the unresolved uncertainty couldn’t continue.
★
Daisy’s heart raced with nervous anticipation as Sloan steered them toward the house. Her thoughts swirled with questions. Could Eddie sense her presence? Did he know she was home? Her gaze swept over the property, searching every window for a glimpse of him, but there was no sign.As they entered the house, an oppressive silence surrounded them, even Sloan’s breathing was a faint whisper.
Suddenly, there he was – Eddie, emerging from the kitchen, and his surprise mirrored Daisy’s own shock. They stood still, locked in a silent exchange, while Sloan set the bags down and spoke, her words lost in the background noise. Daisy wanted to run and jump in his arms, but she knew that was not possible. Never would be.
Eddie approached her, his eyes wide with emotion. “Dais,” he uttered her name with a sigh of relief.
A tear rolled down Daisy’s cheek, and she couldn’t quite understand why she was overcome with such intense emotion. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She knew. It was all she could think about. Her feelings for him, the unfairness of the situation, how she’d asked him to leave when all she wanted was for him to stay, and how she had nearly lost her life without the chance to say goodbye.
“Are you okay?” Sloan’s voice broke the spell Daisy was under.
“Sorry, I’m just feeling a little…” She trailed off, a shrug and a shake of her head finishing her sentence. “It looks nice here, thank you for cleaning up.”
“Your head,” Eddie said with concern, brushing his finger over her stitches, a cold sensation sending shivers through her. She missed that touch, his familiar presence. “How are you? How badly are you hurt?”
Sloan wrapped her arm around Daisy before she could try to respond to Eddie. “Let me help you upstairs before I grab my bags.”
Daisy turned her gaze to Sloan. “Oh, are you staying?”
“Of course. I want to be here while you heal.”
“Tell her that I’ll take care of you,” Eddie added.
Daisy forced herself to focus on Sloan, striving to appear as normal as possible. All she wanted was to be alone with Eddie. Politely, Daisy insisted to Sloan that she was fine and suggested she head home. Sloan, however, refused to leave and guided her upstairs.
Eddie and Daisy’s eyes met as she climbed the stairs. He smiled softly at her, but then something changed. Eddie’s smile faded, and he called out, “Daisy, wait.”
Daisy halted, her gaze locked on the empty living room. Eddie had vanished within the blink of an eye, and a sense of unease washed over her. She longed to call out his name, but Sloan gently urged her onward.
Something was amiss. Daisy knew it because Eddie remained absent throughout the evening. After Sloan left the room, Daisy called for him, but he never appeared. She ventured out of the room in search of him, but he was nowhere to be found. Why was he disappearing when she needed him most? Her desperation turned to hurt. Where was he?
The drained pool mirrored her emptiness. Daisy perched at its edge as the sun set, but it felt all wrong without him. Perhaps he was in the garden, so she made her way to where they shared their first kiss.
“Eddie!” Daisy called out in a hushed whisper, not wanting to alarm Sloan. If she kept shouting, Sloan might think she was losing her mind and send her back to the hospital.
But she might think that regardless because when Sloan found Daisy, she was sitting on a stone bench and her face was wet with tears. Eddie wasn’t here and she’s never felt so alone.
“Oh, Daisy, what’s wrong?”
Sloan sat next to her and wrapped her arms around her. It was comforting to be held when she was feeling this way, but all she could think about was how it would feel to be held by Eddie.
“I’m tired. Can you help me to bed?”
And Sloan did. No more questions were asked, and Daisy was thankful for that. She figured Sloan would assume she was right and healing was very exhausting.
As Sloan shut the door and the room was engulfed with darkness, Daisy whispered Eddie’s name once more. It came out broken and desperate. She glanced in the mirror hoping to see him and he would sit on the bed to begin telling a story. But he didn’t show.
★
Daisy woke up with puffy eyes, still weighed down by exhaustion. Careful not to wake Sloan, she descended the stairs, leaving a note, and drove away from the house before the landscapers even began their morning routine.
With no sign of Eddie throughout the night and morning, Daisy felt an urgency to seek answers. Gathering information on where the lab was didn’t take her long, and before nine a.m., she found herself in the parking lot of Nexus Labcorp, hoping to find Dustin.
A brunette at the front desk greeted her with a warm smile. “Please, take a seat, and I’ll page him.”
The waiting room was colder than the outside, and Daisy was grateful for her sweatshirt. It didn’t take long before the curly-haired Dustin emerged, wearing a confused yet welcoming expression.
“Uh, hi. I’m Dustin. How can I help you?”
Daisy stood, extending her hand. “Hi, I’m Daisy.”
“Daisy? Nice to meet you. I don’t think we had an appointment scheduled today. Sorry for any confusion.”
“No, we didn’t. Um, sorry, this is kind of strange for me to show up here, and you don’t even know me, but is there a way we can talk?” Daisy hoped they could discuss somewhere more private than the waiting room.
“I don’t think I have much time; I’ve got a pretty packed schedule today. Can I ask what this is about?”
Daisy hesitated, unsure how to proceed. Would it alarm him if she mentioned Eddie’s name? Were they close enough for him to know anything? Could this be a wasted effort? The questions weighed heavily on her. It was worth the risk.
“It’s about Eddie Munson.”
Dustin’s face immediately shifted. His brows furrowed, and he glanced around the room before stepping aside and gesturing to a nearby door. “Come on back.”
They walked down a long hallway and entered an office near the back. Daisy didn’t know Dustin’s role at the company, but the numerous awards on the shelf behind his desk indicated his importance.
“Did you know Eddie?” Dustin asked as they took their seats.
How should she respond? Yes, but no? Not really. She knew Eddie better than most, yet not really at all. She was the only one who truly saw him—the only person in his life beyond death.
“Yes, we go way back.”
Go way back? She felt as foolish as she sounded.
“I guess he kept you private because he always talked about the pretty ladies he was dating,” Dustin said with a laugh.
Talked. Was. Did. All past tense. Daisy knew Eddie was gone, but it still hurt. She wanted to find out about his death, any unfinished business, and the reasons he might have left. Maybe he was trying to figure things out himself. Daisy didn’t know what she would do with the information, but she couldn’t stand the unknown.
“Well, I’m assuming you were both close. I’ve heard about you a few times.”
A lie. She rarely heard about people in his life, but she knew they were connected through his hellfire club, and that was enough to maintain the conversation.
“Did you? Well, yeah. I was more of an annoying little brother to him, but he always stuck around. Made sure I was doing okay. You know, showing up for the club and whatnot,” Dustin said with a smile, reminiscing about Eddie.
“Hellfire?” Daisy asked.
“That’s right. His pride and joy, aside from his music.”
Daisy smiled, eager to delve into the questions, but she wasn’t sure how to broach the subject. Should she ask how Eddie died, if anyone had issues with him, or if there were any loose ends? All the questions felt wrong, and she struggled to find the right words.
“Have you visited him?” Dustin asked, interrupting her thoughts.
“Visited him?”
Does he have a gravesite? Daisy wondered. Maybe that’s where he was. Was he buried in Hawkins? The idea of his name on a tombstone made her feel queasy. His body was buried six feet under, while his soul was trapped in her house.
Dustin took a sip of his coffee. “Yeah, I think visiting hours have finally opened back up.”
“Uh, no, I haven’t. Maybe you could remind me which cemetery he’s at. That’s actually why I came here. I didn’t find out about his passing until after I moved out of town, and I’d love to visit him.”
Dustin stared at her blankly, slowly tilting his head. “Cemetery? Who told you he died?”
Daisy realized she’d said the wrong thing by the look in his eyes. Panic surged as she tried to figure out how to fix it. Before she could fully grasp the magnitude of her error, she blurted out the first name that came to mind – a name from the photo with Eddie, someone she knew Eddie and Dustin both had connections with.
“Gareth.”
Dustin chuckled, and Daisy jumped. Luckily, he didn’t notice, but he cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me to laugh. But Gareth is an idiot sometimes. He probably meant it as a sick joke or maybe he’s that out of it, but he’s wrong. Eddie isn’t dead.”
Eddie isn’t dead. Daisy’s head spun, unable to process the idea. How was that possible? A million questions bubbled up, and her breath got caught in her throat.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”
Daisy stood up, clutching the chair for support. She swallowed, trying to muster some strength. “He’s n-not dead?” she asked again, seeking another confirmation.
Dustin stood, unsure whether to pat her back or give her space. He clearly felt uncomfortable and anxious. “No, he’s not.”
“Where is he?”
Dustin looked down and took a deep breath. “Oakridge Neurological Institute.”
“Neurological? Why is he there?”
Dustin sat down, glancing up at Daisy. “He’s not dead, Daisy. But he’s not really alive either.”
Daisy grew impatient, needing more answers as her chest grew heavy with concern. “What does that mean?”
“He’s in a coma. Has been for the past seven years.”
Daisy slumped back in her chair, feeling overwhelmed. She desperately wanted to crawl into a hole and process this information. Was this good or bad? It made sense, but it didn’t. She felt hope that she could see him and touch him, but that hope dwindled as she realized he hadn’t moved on because he was still partially alive. Daisy didn’t know how to feel about that.
Dustin continued, “Honestly, he should have been taken off life support a long time ago. I never thought I’d say that, but it’s painful for everyone to see him wasting away. He would have hated that. But his uncle can’t let him go. It’s sad.”
Daisy was deeply pained, struggling to hold back her tears. “How did it happen?”
“Did Gareth tell you it was a car accident? Because that’s true. Eddie would be pissed to know he totaled his van.”
She sat there, taking in the information and softly asked for the address. Dustin wrote it down and handed it over.
“I’m sorry you had to find out this way. The grief is hard to bear. He’s not dead, but he’s gone, and because the situation is unique, you can’t seem to find a good place to hold the pain. You can’t grieve and move on. I’ve been stuck in this limbo of sadness since I was fifteen.”
“I’m sorry too,” Daisy said sincerely. Her pain deepened by the shared sorrow.
Daisy apologized for taking up his time and thanked him for providing the answers she was searching for. He was polite as he shook her hand and walked her to the door. Daisy clutched the piece of paper with the address on it. If Eddie wasn’t going to come to her then she was going to go to him.
★
Daisy took a deep breath as she stood in the elevator with one of the staff members. The woman informed her that Eddie’s room was just down the hall as they stepped out into a bright, welcoming hallway. It felt different from a regular hospital, more long-term, a place for people who had nowhere else to go, where families couldn’t bear to let go. Daisy appreciated that someone cared so much about Eddie that they couldn’t release him, yet there was a profound sadness that surrounded the thought.
Taking another deep breath, Daisy tried to distract herself from crying by digging her nails into her palms. Eddie was right behind the door. Her heart raced as the attendant opened the door for her to walk in and then left her standing in the room, alone with Eddie.
She focused on Eddie’s feet at the end of the bed, tucked under the blankets, too afraid to look up. Slowly, she moved closer to him and found his hand, not touching it, but just looking at it. She was used to not being able to touch him, but now she could.
The beeping of the machines filled the room, providing a sense of focus, much like when she was a child in the hospital, alone and frightened. A reminder to breathe. Beep, breathe. Beep, breathe.
Finally, she lifted her gaze to find Eddie lying in the bed. The sight of the tubes connected to him and seeing him alive sent a rush of overwhelming emotions through her and she was unable to hold back her tears.
With immediate tenderness, Daisy took hold of his hand and whispered his name.
He was real. He was here.
He looked the same, so very beautiful. He had more facial hair and she thought about how she would tease him about that later. Telling him how he needs a woman’s touch within his care since his uncle had other things to worry about. Would she meet his uncle? Would she thank him for being able to have this moment with Eddie or would she tell him that this is the reason Eddie is stuck? Daisy pushed the thoughts aside and took a seat.
“You’re warm,” she said as she pulled her chair closer to his bedside and tightened her grip on his hand. “Softer hands than I imagined, softer than Steve’s,” she added with a soft laugh.
Eddie lay there motionless, a painful sight of being able to see him alive yet not truly there. Daisy brushed the curls from his face and ran her fingers through his hair.
“Where are you?” Come back to me, she thought, then brought his hand to her face, kissed it, and pressed his hand against her cheek, closing her eyes.
“Eddie, please.”
Just as she was lost in her emotions, the door creaked open, making Daisy jump at the sound. She turned her tear-filled eyes to see a beautiful blonde woman entering the room.
“Oh, hi,” the woman said, clearly taken aback by Daisy’s presence.
An uncomfortable atmosphere settled over the room as Daisy clung to Eddie's hand, her eyes still brimming with tears. It must have been an unusual and unsettling scene for a stranger. There was an uncanny familiarity in the woman's demeanor as she entered the room, suggesting she might have been here before.
Daisy stood up, wiping her face. “Hi. Sorry, I didn’t know anyone else was here. I’m Daisy.”
The blonde woman appeared somewhat concerned or maybe confused as she extended her hand to shake Daisy’s. Her eyes flicked to Daisy’s forehead where the stitches were on display. God, she was a mess.
“I’m Chrissy.”
As Daisy raised her hand to shake Chrissy’s, she froze upon noticing the stunning diamond ring on Chrissy’s left hand as she brushed back her hair.
Daisy’s stomach sank.
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Hawkins Boys Kinks
WARNING: Content for +18!
Minors DNI!!
NSFW!!!
Jim Hopper:
Size kink: Come on, have you seen that the women he dates are smaller than him, coincidence? I do not think so! This man loves his petite women (For my tall girls, just imagine that Hopper is much taller than you, by the way, you are very beautiful, complete amazons).
Thigh jobs: Babe, he's a busy man, but that doesn't mean he ignored your desire for satisfaction, so every time you seek him out because you failed to climax on your own, he makes you sit on his thick thigh until you can cum all over him. stimulation, as well as he does his work, and everyone happy.
Daddy Kink: Surprise? Nope, Hopp is a man with a protective instinct, he loves to be a figure of authority, strength, dominance and protection (And that's absolute canon) so telling him Daddy, will get him going, he'll rear up completely, prepare to not be able to move during a good couple of days, but look on the bright side, Daddy will now take care of you 100%
Eddie Munson:
Overstimulation: It happens that Eddie gets excited easily, especially when he's eating you, so he ends up giving you more orgasms than planned and overstimulating you most of the time. He once managed to make you squirt, so now the overstimulation is on purpose. Sweet torture.
Cock Warming: When they smoke weed they both get incredibly horny, but very lazy, so they decided it was best if you warmed up Eddie's cock, they could both move whenever they wanted, but stay in their sleepy state. A delicious solution.
Sexual Roleplay: This is good, the dungeon master and his imprisoned princess, the faithful and brave knights lost the battle, so now they must be subjected to the torture of the big bad man consuming the purity of their pretty princess. Translation: The kids lost the campaign, you came to get Eddie from the club after it got really late and he concluded that the dress you were wearing was pure torture to his sanity, so he decided to fuck you on the board once all the members of Hellfire will leave. The end.
Steve Harrington:
Breeding Kink: Please, the boy wants 6 children, what other explanation do you need from me? He loves to cum inside, even though he knows you're on birth control, he's hoping to breed you, gorge you on his seed, make you round and soft with his babies. He loves to tell you how much he wants to keep you filled with his children while he keeps you in a mating press. He goes wild.
Praise Kink: He loves you too much to insult you in what is supposed to be an intimate moment of love, passion and trust, you are his pretty little bride-to-be, his angel, his good girl. The apple of he eye. He has a whole arsenal of praise for you, whether in or out of the bedroom. The poor boy kisses the ground you walk on. Love him back please.
Mommy Kink: This is because of his fixation on sucking your boobs, snuggling on your chest, and well, he let out a muffled “mommy” while you were riding him, he was embarrassed for a few days, but after talking it out calmly, we both they agree to explore this kink. Baby Steve is happy and horny.
Billy Hargrove:
Corruption: Precious, you are a sweetheart, a true ray of sunshine, and the very thought of Billy being the lucky bastard able that makes your pretty doe eyes sparkle with lust and unbridled passion, and being the possessor of your normally hidden virtuous body for tender and modest clothes, he has it hard in his narrows pants; it's a wet fantasy she plans to make come true. Angelito, better run away, because the devil wants to make you fall into temptation and sin.
Pregnancy Kink: Oh sweet baby, the devil got you and now there's nothing in the fucking world to make you leave him now or ever. But he knows you're too good for him, he's sligthly toxic and has abandonment problems, please he just wants the certainty that you won't leave him too, so what's better than putting a baby, his baby, in your womb? Will you leave it sweetheart? Will you let him make you his baby mama?
Dom/sub: I don't see much of a complication in the nature of your relationship with Billy in terms of this preference, he has always had dominant undertones so he was obviously attracted to someone with a soft and submissive nature to cushion his rough edges; you are the perfect opposite of him and you love to be dominated, his rude and possessive facet in the bedroom have led you to climaxes that you never dreamed of knowing. Also, once your relationship has gotten really deep, you get to know a side of Billy you never thought possible, in short: Aftercare King.
As always, pardon my crappy English.
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through hell & back | s.h.
❀ synopsis; not to pat yourself on the back but you're a pretty damn good partner to steve, even in the craziest of situations
❀ word count; 692
❀ warnings; mentions of blood, vague descriptions of violence
❀ a/n; first time writing for this absolute hunk of a mama bear. season 4, vol. 1 spoilers if you haven't watched yet!
THERE WAS NEVER A dull moment in your life, not since you got yourself roped into the antics of Steve Harrington and his posse of world-saving children. Between life and death, you and Steve had managed to find a way to fit love in somehow - it was like the missing piece of the "what else can happen during this shitshow" puzzle. That being said, there's not a single thing you'd change.
Not even as you found yourself sitting amongst Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, and Nancy Wheeler in a flimsy at best boat atop Lover's Lake, anxiously staring at the spot where Steve had submerged in search for the gate to the Upside Down. One hand sat on your knee as you drummed your fingers impatiently, the other clutching his discarded shirt so tight your knuckles were white.
"(Name)." Nancy placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, giving you a small shake. "(Name), please, it looks like you aren't even breathing."
"It's fine, I'm fine, I just. . . Christ." Your face reflected each emotion as it hit you; denial, fear, the whole nine yards. You never tore your eyes away from the water and when Steve finally emerged, you threw yourself at the edge of the boat despite the other three's protests.
"Jesus fucking Christ." You grabbed at his arms, trying to pull him up as he explained what he found down at the bottom of the lake. "That's great, wonderful. C'mon, let's get--"
The rest of your sentence was yanked out of your lungs as Steve suddenly went back underneath with you in tow. He gripped at your arms in a pleading way and you held your breath, trying to make sense of what was going on. When your eyes adjusted to the murky water, you saw that you both were being dragged back towards this gate Steve was talking about. Said boy stared at you with a bewildered expression, trying his best to free his leg as you tried your best to swim in the opposite direction and pull him out.
To both of your dismay, you found yourself gasping for air as the two of you were pulled through the gate and into the Upside Down. You lost your grip on Steve's arm and rolled off to the side, sputtering and coughing as you tried to quickly regain yourself and follow your boyfriend.
"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck," you wheezed as you got back on your feet, running after Steve and taking in your surroundings. "Oh, what the fuck."
You picked up the pace as bat-like creatures started flying towards the two of you, screeching. Snagging a discarded oar, you swung wildly to keep the hellish creatures at bay while you joined up again with Steve.
"Shit, Steve!" You noticed one of the bats had him by the throat and started smacking it with the flat of the oar, panicked. "Let go, dammit!"
"(N-Name)," Steve sputtered and you felt yourself welling up as your arms grew heavy and the bat still held strong. You had elected to ignore the gnawing they had done to your own skin save for the occasional "shit" that tumbled out.
A sudden feral scream cut through the incessant screeching of the bats and you turned to see Eddie barreling towards the both of you with an oar in his grip, followed by Nancy and Robin. In time, the four of you managed to get Steve free and with his help, all the demobats that had swarmed you were now on the ground.
"We can't stay here," Nancy panted as she discarded her weapon, "and we really need to clean you two up."
Both you and Steve were torn up, bleeding from multiple wounds. He leaned into your embrace, a long and shaky sigh releasing from his chest as you wrapped your arms around him gently.
"I've got you," you murmured and he laughed quietly. "What?"
Pulling back after kissing your forehead, Steve looked at you admiringly. "I'm sorry I pulled you into this - quite literally."
"I'd go through hell and back for you, Harrington," you replied, gesturing around you. "Quite literally, too."
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link to chapter one.
Fall of 94′: Eddie Munson x Black Reader Chapter 2
summary:
it’s been nearly 8 years since the events of hawkins and out of the entire party, the only one to stay behind is the one and only eddie munson. with a five year old daughter in tow, his life is a simple one, still trying to escape the dark cloud over him that never went away.
but when all too familiar hellish events start happening again eddie must team up with his daughter’s favorite and mysterious new teacher to protect his little girl and the town he owes nothing to.
warnings: violence, gore, religious trauma, soft dom! eddie, praise kink, smut to end all smut, hawkins indiana is a warning to me. minors dni
two chapters in one day who is she
“ If you let Daddy clean your cuts, you can have one brownie after dinner.”
“Two brownies and a cookie.”
“How about one brownie and a cookie but Daddy gets half the cookie?”
They had been at this for an hour but at last his mischievous daughter had finally claimed victory, distracted by cartoons as he painlessly lifted the band-aids up. It had only been a few hours, they didn’t need to be changed but he couldn’t help but worry, catching a glimpse of his own scars that still managed to peek out over the copious amount of ink he got to cover them.
Even years later, he still dreamed of drowning in his own blood, a small fraction of the horrors he went through all those years ago.
A sigh of relief went through him as Rosie’s cuts were minor and not dripping with radioactive ooze so with a kiss on the top of her head, Eddie went to start on dinner while Rosie, no longer entertained by cartoons, recounting the events of the day.
“The birds were so big and scary but Miss wasn’t scared so I wasn’t scared.”
“I bet you she was really brave, just like you princess. You wanna help set the table?” Eddie asked his grinning daughter who happily began to pull cups and plates from the cupboard.
As he cooked, his mind went to her, the absolute work of art he met mere hours ago and almost accidentally copped a feel. She couldn’t have been in Hawkins long due to the mere fact that she smiled at him instead of shitting a brick at the sight of the town freak, even now.
“She’s so nice but she doesn’t wear any rings like you do daddy.”
Ah, so she wasn’t married.
Get it together man.
“ Do you think the birds will be okay? Their tails looked hurt.”
“I’m sure they’ll be fine, sometimes birds get confused.” He reassured the kid who had much more compassion for something that tried to kill her than he did.
“Even the birdie with teeth?”
Eddie put the pot of spaghetti down and looked at his daughter.
No, there’s no way.
“What do you mean with teeth, Rosie? What kind of teeth?” He asked, crouching down to his daughter’s level.
“One of the birds had big sharp teeth and no eyes. I could see it in my cubby but nobody else could. Did I do something wrong Daddy?” She asked, reading the horror on his face and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest.
“ You didn’t do anything wrong, munchkin, not one thing. Come on, let’s get you something to eat, huh? Then you have all the brownies your heart desires.” He said, carrying her to the dinner table, desperately trying to hide his shaking hands.
This couldn’t be happening.
Not again.
Not his baby girl.
You got home late, hands fumbling to shove the many locks in place, the day leaving you exhausted.
But there wasn’t any time to waste, your pills had worn off 10 minutes ago and you knew what was coming. There was barely enough time to close the blinds and check the makeshift soundproofing of your sparse apartment before the pain took over you.
Mama said your god given powers were like a wildfire if they weren’t in use.
She also said you’d never make it on your own but here you were.
You didn’t make it to the bed this time, curling up on the cold floor with a pained wild scream as your power expelled itself from you, shattering glasses, two windows, and the bathroom mirror for the third time since you moved in.
A normal life had a price and this was it.
As you struggled to stay conscious in your home, Eddie finished dinner and put his daughter to bed in his.
Neither of you noticed the flickering lights nor heard the scream of a child being ripped from your world to another.
It was starting again.
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