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fastcardotmp3 · 1 year

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thinking about Max and the Munson's living across the way from each other post s3 again, but maybe specifically Max living across the way from Wayne post s3.

Wayne Munson knows what a kid looks like when they hide behind well practiced and carefully crafted defense mechanisms, after all, and he recognizes a kid with too much responsibility on their shoulders.

He sees this teenage girl with the pigtails and the hard eyes who doesn't answer the door when her friends come to call even though Wayne saw her sitting on the porch twenty minutes ago; who is always the one bringing groceries home on foot even when her mom's car is there; whose bedroom light is too frequently on when Wayne gets home before the sun even has the chance to think about rising.

And he's not gonna overstep about it, he has no intention of making this girl uncomfortable because he is a stranger to her and he knows how both he and Eddie look on a first glance, wouldn't blame her for not being entirely trusting, but he keeps an eye out for her anyway.

Tells Eddie too-- "She's home alone a lot, you make sure no one tries takin' advantage, hear?"-- even if Eddie is mostly preoccupied with his own shit most of the time, because if Wayne can recognize a kid hiding, a kid carrying too much around on that skateboard of hers, then Eddie certainly can too.

"You adopting another stray, old man?" is Eddie's response, but he glances out through the blinds at the trailer across the way with a heaviness to his shoulders in understanding at the sight of that girl sitting on the porch with her headphones on and a school book in her lap that she's decidedly not paying any attention.

"Something like that," Wayne claps him on the shoulder, squeezes as he passes by, but he doesn't think anything will really come of it.

There's not much they can do except keep an eye out, carry the Mayfields' paper up to the porch on rainy days so it won't get soggy and unreadable, offer a wave and a kind word and a reminder that "if your Mama ain't home and you need something, you just give us a knock," despite the brush off he gets every time.

And then one night-- one morning really, before the sun is about to rise-- Wayne pulls up at home after his shift to find Eddie standing out in the snow, odd enough in and of itself made odder by the fact he isn't alone.

"--don't know what you think you're gonna accomplish here at four in the goddamned morning, Harrington, but--"

"I mean, that doesn't feel like any of your business."

"You're parked outside my home, yeah it's my business," Eddie gestures broadly at the unfamiliar BMW the two of them are standing next to as Wayne clambers out of his own truck on tired legs and overworked shoulders.

He needs a hot shower, a good, long sleep.

But Eddie is getting in this other kid's face and it's--

"I'm parked outside that home," Harrington, big coat and gloves but thin pajama pants poking out underneath it all, points at the Mayfield trailer with exhausted exasperation and something tinged with a bit more urgency too, "and I don't know you, man, nothing I do is any of your business--"

"Steve come in-- do you have visual yet, over?"

"Jesus Christ," Harrington reaches into the front seat of his car, yanks out a radio that has Wayne's eyebrows shooting up even as he approaches them, the impatient and anxious shift of Eddie's untied sneakers in the December slush. "Gimme a minute," he says into the walkie-talkie, "I told you I'd call when I did."

"Yeah, but it only takes you ten minutes to drive to her place and--"

Harrington shoves the antenna down and shuts the thing off, just as Wayne finally stops beside his nephew with a hand at his elbow.

"Everything alright here, boys?"

Wayne knows his kid, is the thing, so he knows the protective tension in the cross of those arms, the furrow of his brow, knows that Eddie is maybe seeing himself in Max Mayfield a little too fully on this night, dragged out of his bed by god only knows what to argue with a Harrington in the brisk wind of winter.

And Wayne knows his kid, so he recognizes the work of his jaw when he's about to burst out into a spiel to make himself the target instead of whoever he's put behind him this time around, but he doesn't get the chance to start before he's being interrupted.

"Steve, why are you harassing my neighbors."

Flat and unimpressed but shaky around the edges like she's not quite getting enough air, the orange glow of the light inside her trailer spilling out past her into the blue of night as Steve Harrington's legs all but give out with a breath of--

"Oh, thank god," he shuts the door to his car behind him as he takes a few steps closer to him, Eddie trailing like he's ready to literally put his body between them instead of just figuratively, "are you okay?"

"I'm not the one driving around town in the middle of the night, what are you doing here?" she crosses her arms, doesn't leave the cracked doorway at the top of the steps and Harrington doesn't try to climb them either.

And then it's a quick, well-punctuated punch of a conversation in which Wayne feels like he's missing about half the facts, standing by nonetheless.

"Lucas walkied."

"I told him I was fine."

"You called him at three A.M. and hung up on him without explanation," Steve points out surprisingly levelly.

"Yeah. After I told him I was fine."

"Max."

"I thought I wanted to talk about it and changed my mind."

"You know he'd listen."

"I can't-- you know I can't--"

"Yes you can."

"Not about him. Not to Lucas."

"To me, then," Steve throws his hands up in exasperation, and Wayne can feel something crackling in the air.

It's the same thing that had been there the first handful of times Eddie had picked a fight with Wayne after he first moved to Hawkins, looking for the line, looking for how far he could go before it all went to shit again.

Wayne knows this girl, even if he doesn't know her, because years ago he'd brought a boy with a buzzcut for a visit and he'd never left.

Which is maybe why he speaks up even though he knows how that boy would've reacted.

"If you need something, kiddo..."

"I need everyone to leave me alone," she snaps, striding out all the way onto the porch, only the bravado of it falters when the door slams shut behind her and she all but jumps out of her skin. "Fuck. God, shit, that door--"

She opens it again, yanks it nearly off its hinges just to slam it once more like she's trying to break the thing.

And now she's definitely not getting enough air. Now she's--

"Max, hey, alright--"

"Buddy, I dunno--"

"Back off, Munson, this is really not your business," Harrington shoves past Eddie and strides up the steps as Max slumps down onto the top one, arms wrapped around herself and Eddie looks ready to fight but Wayne just.

He doesn't know Steve Harrington, doesn't even really know his family beyond the way of small towns and knowing names and the neighborhoods in which they reside, but he knows a kid in distress leaning towards safety even if they don't believe they deserve it and Max Mayfield is leaning towards him.

Not Wayne, not Eddie, but this kid with the walkie-talkie and-- is he wearing two different shoes?

Wayne waits the compulsory moment to see Max really fall apart, right there into the fabric of Steve's coat as she keeps her hands tucked under her arms but catches her breath with that one point of contact-- forehead to shoulder-- as Steve speaks gently, words getting caught in the wind. As she stutters out rattling feelings right back.

"The door slammed when she left for work and I-- thought he was-- back again-- I thought-- and I shouldn't've-- not Lucas-- not for, for this--"

Wayne crosses the distance between him and Eddie, hand on his shoulder dragging him out of his own head, wherever it is he goes when his gaze goes glassy and tired like it does now in the gray glow of this place as the snow starts up again.

"You did good," Wayne murmurs, tugging Eddie back towards their own home, just across the way. "Good job, Ed, she's gonna be okay."

"She's..." Eddie clears his throat, looks so much younger than he is for a moment.

"Being looked after," Wayne says with a certainty he wouldn't have felt about the matter a day ago, Eddie following him listlessly back up the steps to the unlocked front door. "You did good."

"I didn't do anything," Eddie frowns, the pink of his cheeks and his nose practically glowing once they're inside.

"You showed her you've got her back," Wayne tells him without room for argument, pulling off his winter coat and moving to heat up water on the stove even as Eddie peeks through the curtains again, seemingly unable to accept that nothing bad is going to happen tonight.

Wayne can't be sure what put him in this state of mind, how he even got alerted to Harrington's arrival in the first place, but he knows he'll find his way back to solid ground soon enough.

Hot tea and warm clothes, when Wayne pulls Eddie away from the window, he catches sight of Steve speaking into the walkie with one hand and holding Max to rest against his shoulder with the other.

He'll make sure they get out of the cold before he goes to bed, but for now he has his own kid to sit with in the ghosts of past hauntings brought back to life for the night.

"We gotta keep an eye out for her," Eddie mutters as he accepts the mug Wayne hands him, feet tucked up under a blanket on the couch.

Wayne sits down next to him and props his tired feet up on the coffee table with a heavy breath.

"We will," he says, because he knows there's no discouraging Eddie now.

The kid learned his habit for picking up strays from somewhere, after all.

#dot post #dot fic #this was a three sentence thought that turned into 'oh wait I have feelings to share' so whoops #eddie munson #wayne munson #max mayfield #steve harrington #tw implied child abuse #I entered this fandom having feelings about max and eddie bonding and here I remain

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pedgito · 1 year

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need me some slow, romantic, maybe a little rough, sex with our baby boy boyfriend tom pls (only if you feel so inclined)

author's note: this is just...yeah. we can all dream.

cw: 18+ (minors dni) established relationship, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, face slapping/grabbing, the soft rough sex i’ve ever written

word count: 3.7k

Tom's voice is muffled in the valley of your breasts, still covered by the frilly lace of your bra. Your shirt is shoved to the side, along with most of his clothes, both of you having haphazardly undressed, too eager to touch one another, skin to skin.

He's been planning for a week, trying to get everything just right, all the small details - setting the mood, as he calls it - all for it to end up crumbling as soon as he woke up that morning.

The restaurant he'd made reservations at? Closed. The sunny, bright weather he had expected? Overshadowed and overcasted by rain. He even called off today—which was quickly ruined by a phone call begging him to fill in for a sudden no-show. He's been running on empty most of the afternoon into the evening and by the time you step foot into his caravan you can see it.

He's done. So utterly done that he can't even think of an apology. But, he doesn't need one.

There was this outstanding expectation that he needed to get your one year anniversary perfect, a fear of dropping the ball and disappointing you, that you might find some reason to leave him.

Everyone left him; that wasn't a secret. It's why he's secluded himself away here. He wasn't unhappy, it was nice here—but things could be better.

You shush his apologies as he speaks against your chest, hands running a fury of waves along your skin, up your side and down toward your thigh, hooking your leg over his hip and widening his legs, rubbing his cock against your middle, finding him as hard as you'd expected.

He's begging for it—to be with you, to have his way with you.

"God, really fuckin' need you," He sighs, lips dragging along your collarbone and toward your clavicle, trailing until he reaches your lips, pulling you into a deep, searing kiss, "you look beautiful."

"I've got no makeup on and I ran over here after my shower," You respond, a giggle in the back of your throat, "I'm in my pajamas, christ—Tom, are you alright?"

"Tried to make things perfect for you," He admits, pulling back slightly to look at you, the low light of his trailer and the television screen in the corner of the room illuminating his face, the soft cupid bow of his lips jutting out as he pouts, "didn't even cook you a proper dinner."

"We can eat later," You assure him, even though it's nearing close to ten and the only place open was a twenty minute drive, "I'll cook or something, it's not a big deal."

"You deserve it." Tom says sternly, brow furrowing in response to your carefree attitude. "This sucks, doesn't it?"

"It'd be a lot less sucky if you'd fuck me," You respond bluntly, "had a long day, don't care about the fuckin' food. I just want you."

"Yeah?" His eyes light up—you were the remedy to it all.

"Need you," You say softly, pulling at his shirt, fingers fisting into the ends until you can yank it over his head, "want you inside me."

"But, I wanted to—"

"Tom, for my sanity," Your eyebrows raise in annoyance, begging him to skip the sweet gesture of going down on you—as much as you enjoyed it, you'd much rather have his cock inside you, "please?"

Now, preferably.

He's got enough sense to pull your underwear off, rather than push them aside. Most of the time, it's fumbling, rushed quickies between shifts because you're both too insatiable to avoid each other and Tom's too impatient to get you fully undressed.

He's not surprised that you're already wet, his cock springing free from his own underwear as he navigates it down his hips and off, settling between your legs again with a soft nudge to the line of your cunt, the head of his cock pressing gently, catching your clit.

You grumble, a quiet noise that Tom otherwise wouldn't hear if it weren't for how still the air was outside, aside from the occasional howl out in the distance. He gets the idea though, wasting no more time to press inside you.

The fit is tight, a little resistant at first, a result of your impatience. A slow rock of Tom's hips does the trick, easing inside of you like home and your collective sighs filling the air.

He's got his hands locked under your knees, rubbing at the sensitive skin in the joint there as he holds them close to his body, a little higher than his hips so the angle feels deeper, more intense. Your open palm presses against his chest, fingers dragging against the thin patch of hair in the center, catching on the silver pendant hanging around his neck.

"S'this what you needed?" Tom asks, a warmness to his voice that only came in moments like these, rough around the edges from the strain his pleasure held on him.

You nod eagerly, a small gasp leaving your mouth as he folds you in more, angling his hips deeper. He opts for his hands pressed into the sheets on either side of you, your legs still secured tightly around him. You clench, an involuntary action caused by the quick switch in position, his cock hitting some deep spot inside you that makes you want to curl in on yourself.

"Oh, fuck," Tom curses, eyes falling shut for a brief moment before flicking up toward you, "love, we talked about that."

You're lost, drowning in the high of your own pleasure, so much so that his words don't even register, nodding absently in an attempt to seem coherent. You do it again, a little less on accident as your fingers wrap around his tensed forearms and squeeze, his pace quickening slightly at the tight squeeze of your cunt.

"Hey, you listenin' to me?" Tom asks, a tinge of impatience in his tone.

"Mhm, yeah." You answer idly.

You weren't. At all.

He's got his eyes on you again, contorted in a mix of confusion and frustration as his thrusts slow, a hand coming to reach for you face, chin squeezed between his fingertips as he forces your attention.

"Wanna try that again?" Tom asks, a subtle smirk crossing his features. "S'goin' on with you?"

You shake your head carefully, still caught in his firm grip.

"I'm fine," You insist, "jus' really needed you. This."

And frankly, you wanted to lose yourself a bit. Forget about everything going on, all the stress and worry—be with Tom in this moment and enjoy it. But, he worries, he cares. It takes a moment for it to click, the impish, needy look on your face, begging without saying the words.

Tom didn't often try and get rough. He enjoyed the soft, intense slowness of sex. Two people holding on, grabbing and squeezing and feeling one another. He'd bury his head into the crevice of your neck and listen to the small sounds you made, soft moans and little squeaks of pleasure when he felt his own orgasm approaching, pace quickening until it consumed you both.

Your eyes fall shut, a long sigh on your lips as he leans up, hands returning to your knees and spreading your thighs further apart. There's a soft cry that leaves you, his palms spreading out over your stomach, all warm and calloused, rough from his job and the occasional working out that he did. He squeezes your waist, silently asking you to keep your legs spread open like this, pulling you back against his cock until the force is scooting you up the bed a fraction with every thrust, cries quickly turning into loud, unconstrained moans.

"Look at me." He pleads, crestfallen when you shake your head.

"C—can't," You argue, seeing stars behind your eyelids, "s'too much."

Tom quirks his head slightly, feeling annoyed, selfishly, that he can't have you look at him. He's not one to force or demand or give ultimatums but he needs it. He stops dead in his tracks, sacrificing his own need for release to get what he wants.

You sigh, frustrated, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.

"M'not asking." He tells you, "I can stop, if we need to."

Your eyes quickly retch open, staring back in bereavement.

"Fucks gotten into you?" You ask, taking a full body glance at the man before you—the man currently seethed inside you. His chest is flushed a deep red, rising and falling quickly. His lips are parted, brow furrowed in annoyance but his eyes still soft. "S'gonna be like that?"

"If it needs to be," Tom counters, shrugging slightly, "—does it?"

You huff, "You're getting teazy, stop it."

Tom laughs at that, a short chuckle through his nose as he moves his hips an inch, settling back into a slow rhythm.

And he almost - almost - believes that you can follow through, but when things settle back into a comfortable pace, you're right back to your previous state, eyes closed in an attempt to block out the distractions, feel him.

He's reaching a boiling point, grabbing your face roughly in an attempt to catch your attention, but when it doesn't, he tries a different method. It's not the first time he's gotten rough, per-say, but it's a far cry from what you're used to—and it isn't until his hand comes down in a sharp slap across your face that you're realizing how much you don't really mind it.

It's not aggressive or harsh, but a solid reminder of what he's asking - no, demanding - of you. And you can see the instant regret on his face when your eyes open, widened slightly at the shock of it all. It's tense, his eyes searching desperately until you can't help but laugh, hands covering your mouth in an attempt to quiet yourself.

"Fuck, that's—sorry," Tom spills out, prying you hands away gently to rub at the spot, face hot from the sting, "that was - too much, wasn't it?"

You shake your head hesitantly, actually thinking it over—Tom was good at making you feel safe, even now, and if you couldn't have a small change in dynamics when it came to sex, then what was the point? And it doesn't snuff the fact that you definitely didn't hate it, at all.

"Do it again?" You asks softly, Tom sharing your confusion and amusement now as his hand pulls back, balls up into a tight fist and unfurls.

"Are you—you're okay with that?" Tom asks.

"You're not trying to hurt me, are you?" You ask assuredly. Tom doesn't waste a second, shaking his head. "Then?"

"But I mean—it does hurt, doesn' it?"

You shrug, "Feels kinda good," You smile, giggling at his quick change in expression, something hiding deep behind his eyes, "you wanna make me feel good, yeah?"

Tom snorts out a short laugh, your cheeky and nefarious behavior easing his worries. "Always."

"So," You start, baring your chin up slightly, heels digging into his ass as you pull him in against you, his thrusts having slowed to a stop again after he's momentary freak out, "do it - again."

Tom grunts softly, forced forward and nearly falling over you in the process. He laughs again, a soft sound as he runs tenderly at your chin bared before him, pulling his hand back gently to give you a soft slap against your cheek.

Your eyes narrow, sighing and resting back fully into your pillow. He didn’t have it in him, clearly—not when he’s being put on the spot.

“Really, that's all you got?” You say patronizingly, “M’not gonna break, Tom—I’m asking for it.”

He slaps you suddenly, without warning, hair fanning across your face. It’s exhilarating, heart racing in your chest as you gasp, surprised by the sudden strike. There’s an involuntary clench around his cock at the action, that pit in your group igniting again, his hips rocking slowly.

You nod slightly, which is a good a sign as any. His day had been awful, you could see it. It's not like you're asking him to take it out on you—use you in ways you would've never imagine otherwise, but it feels like fair play. You were just as frustrated, if not more, dealing with unruly and inconsiderate people all day.

Usually you would opt toward complaining and venting at one another, not arguing, rather just telling each other about your day - though, vividly and animatedly. But, considering the circumstances, the importance surrounding the day; it felt okay.

He snaps his hips once, roughly, a small yelp escaping you.

Tom smirks, a small chuckle coming from behind his grin.

"You like that?" Tom asks, knowing full well of your answer. He does it once more, timing it with another quick slap to the opposite side of your face.

His eyes light up when your tongue pokes at your cheek, daring him to do more. "Fuck, you're not real, you know that?"

"I'm right here, you fucker," You snark, mouth splitting into a smile when he shakes his head, "yeah, yeah—I get it, Tom."

He's poured his heart out to you more than once, little was left to be said that you didn't already know. Tom truly couldn't believe that you were real some days, a tangible person in front of him, one that often woke up beside him in bed and cuddled into his side, all warm and soft and mumbling to yourself in your sleep.

Tom buries his face into your neck for a brief moment, continuing his sharp, rough thrusts as he fists the fabric beside your head, rutting into you in a way that felt animalistic, the sharp jut of his pubic bone rubbing against your clit, the sound of skin slapping harshly against skin. The comforter had fell to the floor at some point, along with your clothes, and you whine, nails digging into Tom's skin when he hits the perfect point inside of you, his hand shooting to your hip to keep you there, still you.

"Got an idea," He rushes out, sounding breathless, "turn around."

And as argumentative as you like to be, not a word is said. You scramble shifting around until your on your belly, Tom's hand reaching under your thigh to pull your ass upright, the other smoothing down your back until he's got you in a position that pleases him, his hips rocking slowly against your backside, not entering, but nearly.

"You'll tell me if you don't like something, right?" It's a check in, a silent warning that things might reach a boundary you couldn't handle. But, you trusted Tom—you'd repeat it until you were blue in the face.

"I trust you." You respond, it's not what he's looking for.

His hand fists your hair, wrangling your head until the left side of your face is shoved into the mattress, giving you a side glance at him, though it's uncomfortable to make the effort to look. You huff gently, his eyebrows raising in question.

He didn't need to speak.

"Yes—yes, I'll tell you. Of course." You assure him, a surge of pride mirroring his satisfaction as he releases his hold, though lacking the normal gentleness.

"Good, good," He murmurs to himself, a strong grip on your hips as he presses into you, sliding back inside with ease, but his pace is nothing but easy, "stay like that."

You nod, breath hot and wet against the sheets as he holds you at an angle that feels painful - it should feel painful - but it's a dull ache in comparison to how good everything else feels. You cry, throwing caution to the window when you stifle the noise into the sheets, turning your head slightly.

“Hey,” His voice is a warning, tense as he yanks your head back to the side, squeezed between his fingertips as he forces your mouth open, “fuck did I just say, love?”

“Sorry,” You gasp out, garbled by the tight grip he had, “I’m—‘m sorry, Tom.”

He watches you carefully, thrusts deepening and his brow furrowing slightly, feeling you tightening around him, the small inclination that you were getting close.

His thumb catches your bottom lip, rubbing at the softness of it and thinking about how they always taste softly of mint, obsessively reapply your chapstick in fear of chapped lips. It did it’s job, at least.

“Are you?” Tom challenges, thumb slipping past your bottom row of teeth and over your tongue, “Are you really?”

You nod, a needy movement that has you wiggling back against his cock, changing the angle immensely.

Tom groans deeply, switching out his thumb for his pointer and middle, “Suck.” He orders, your mouth closing around his fingers without question.

He watches carefully, mouth parted at the sight because even with him buried inside of you, your mouth still drives him mad. He pulls away after a moment, feeling the wetness was sufficient enough and angles his hand until he can press them against your clit, the sound that escapes you is nothing short of rewarding for him.

“Hey, huh uh,” He chides, “no coming until I say you can.”

“That’s not fuckin’ fair.” You nearly shout, rearing back in an attempt to look at him. The hand not busy working you to the brink fists your hair, forcing you back down into the pillow, allowing Tom to easily overpower you.

“Say the words,” Tom says, “we can stop.”

Just a few simple pleas, a snap of your fingers, it would all be over. Tom would have you back under him, on your back, whispering all the sweetest words he could muster but that’s not what you’re looking for. You can play the game for now, allow him the little fun he seeks from it.

You shake your head stubbornly, gasping inwardly when his fingers speed up, the soft pad of his fingertips swirling over your clit until you’re white knuckling the sheet, gasping on nothing but stale air - and he’s pulling back.

It’s torture. Actual, full on, torture.

He notices you trying to make the effort, eyebrows creased in concentration and annoyance, that ache in your gut growing stronger and stronger until it hurt. But, he’s not as unreadable either, his thrusts faltering slightly as your bodies fall, his front pressed tightly against your back, hot and sweaty bodies molding together.

You can’t be bothered to complain.

His arm is still tucked tight under you, circling your clit gently as you come back down from the near orgasm, stopping every so often until he sees your face relax, another subtle nod his direction.

“God, feel so good around me,” Tom sighs, teeth digging into your shoulder lightly, muffling whatever sounds followed, “fuck—gonna let me come inside, yeah?”

“S’dangerous.” You mumble, still, your mind throwing all precaution to the window.

“Fuck it—let me,” Tom begs, “S’just this once.”

You sigh softly, nodding despite your best interests.

“Don’t worry, love,” Tom assures you, “I’ll go out and buy the pill—s’much as I’d love seeing you like that m’not ready either.”

The heavier his slurs get, the closer he is - that and he’s panting loudly into your skin, broken gasps when you squeeze him just right.

“Gonna let you come,” Tom starts, “but you’ve gotta ask.”

“Tom.” You pout, bottom lip jutting out slightly. He can see it, but barely—the light in the overhead fixture is nearly out of juice, but if he squints, he can see you pretty well.

“Humor me?” Tom asks softly, “Please?”

And if there were any way to bring Tom back into himself, it was you. So, you throw on some of the theatrics for his sake.

“Oh—okay. Fuck, Tom—“ A sharp gasp, hand reaching between you and the sheets to grasp his wrist, the loose and languid circles quickly become a less of that and more determined—now that gasp, it’s genuine, “I’m right there—let me, can I—can I come, please?”

“Yes,” He nods furiously, “please—need to feel you come around my cock, love.”

Tom’s vision nearly whites out and he swears he loses consciousness for a moment, his fingers coming to a stop as he comes soon after, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks while he’s buried deep inside of you, spilling all he had to offer.

He groans long and loud, “Fuckfuck, oh my—please turn over, please—“

It’s clumsy but you manage, the ache in your hips noticeable as you flip over, quickly consumed by Tom’s lips pressed against your skin, like he’s trying to nuzzle into you and make a home. He moans, a soft sound, and it’s endearing.

“Hey, hey—“ You nudge, his head tilting up until you can barely see his eyes, before he’s hiding his face again and continuing his prior actions, mouthing a slow line of open-mouthed kisses along your neck, “Tom, seriously.”

He sighs - like a kid not getting their way.

“You got me all hungry now.” You complain.

Tom chuckles to himself, turning up to rest fully against you, head propped in his open palm, elbow resting in the small gap of your arm and your body. He grips your face gently with his free hand, shaking your face playfully.

“Worked up an appetite, huh?” Tom teases, “Whaddya say, takeout and a movie?”

You giggle softly, leaning your head down to kiss the small sliver of skin that connects his thumb and pointer finger before nodding in response.

“And then a little more of that.” You suggest, his face lighting up at the admission.

“Enjoyed it, didn’t ya?”

Tom really shouldn’t be as excited as he is, but it’s new and thrilling and part of the reason he just can’t enough of you.

“Too much.” You admit freely.

And Tom would take a million bad days if it meant he could have this, with you.

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joekeeryswife · 1 year

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Sweetness and anger - e.m & s.h

hello angels! i hope everyone is doing okay, here is a part two to my most recent steddie x reader fic. thank you to @caseyqdilla for the idea (i hope this was okay)! enjoy reading 🩷🩷

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you had given birth to your sweet baby girl Penny just five days ago and it had been the most surreal experience. becoming a mum to this perfect little girl just changed your whole life and you couldn't be happier that she was finally here.

Steve and Eddie hadn't left your babies side since she was born. it was usually them who would wake up to change her in the night, or they would rush to calm her down if she wasn't hungry and they were the perfect dads any child could ask for.

you had decided today was the perfect day for you all to travel to Hawkins so everyone could meet your baby girl and the first stop was Wayne. Eddie had begged you and Steve to let Wayne be the first person from all of your families to meet her and you agreed. he had been the person all three of you could go to when you needed something and it meant a lot to Eddie.

"you girls okay back there?" Steve asked looking in his rear view mirror at you and Penny who were sat comfortably in the back. your eyes never left her sleeping body as you nodded and smiled. it was a little bit uncomfortable being sat in a car for a few hours but you knew that it would be good for you to get out of the house and see your family again, you also weren't to far away from the garage.

your finger was stroking Penny's cheek lightly as she slept in her car seat, her face scrunching slightly at the touch but her expression soon turned peaceful again. you were still in shock that you were actually a mum and it was crazy to think that you'd be looking after her for her whole life.

"Wayne called this morning, i've never heard him sound so excited" Eddie turned to look at you from the front making your focus shift from Penny to Eddie. "he's been excited to meet her since we told him, i bet he was getting impatient" Steve joked making Eddie slap his shoulder lightly.

"he's a very patient man Steve" you rolled your eyes as the two of them bickered back and forth, even with them becoming dads they still acted like kids. you looked down at Penny who was now awake and looking around the car. the boys had woken her up and you were surprised she wasn't crying.

"did you dads wake you up?" she had a frown on her face now. for a newborn she was really expressive and seeing them were just adorable even if she was trying to be mad. after the boys heard you speaking to your now awake baby they shut up and Eddie turned to look at you.

"shit, is she awake?" Steve glanced at you in the rear view mirror again as Eddie spoke to you. you nodded your finger stroking over her cheek again. "it's okay, it's not like she was going to sleep for the whole journey anyway, how far away are we from the garage?"

the only place Wayne could meet Penny was at the garage. he had tried to get in a few different members of staff to cover his shift so he could meet her at his trailer but was unsuccessful so you decided because you knew he was desperate to meet his granddaughter going to the garage was the next best thing.

"about five minutes, why what's wrong? do we need to stop" even before becoming a dad Steve was always making sure everyone was safe and would always ask if they needed anything. "no nothing, it's just i'm pretty sure she's hungry but we are almost there so we don't have to. i'll feed her when we get there"

Steve only nodded and drove around Hawkins to the garage. you were all nervous, Wayne would be the first person to meet Penny and this was huge. the first grandchild on all of your sides and it was a big thing. it was the newest generation and it was so surreal that only a few years ago you were all fighting monsters and had a crazy life, now you were parents.

you were now outside the garage still sat in the car feeding a hungry Penny. you had her and you covered with a nursing cloth making sure that no one could see you or Penny. breastfeeding was a very intimate and private experience and you wanted to feel comfortable without feeling watched so Eddie and Steve being the amazing partners they were kept watch outside the car to make sure no creeps were looking inside.

once Penny was fed and burped you put her back into her car seat and opened the car door. Eddie helped you out of the car whilst Steve got Penny out, holding the car seat tightly to be careful he didn't drop her (not like he would anyway he was just very cautious).

you walked into the garage arm linked around Eddie's with Steve walking a bit in front of the two of you. Wayne's head popped up out of a car and a huge smile took over his face. "oh my goodness" he threw a oily rag over his shoulder and walked over to the four of you.

you unlinked your arms from Eddie's knowing Wayne would go straight over to him. your thoughts were correct, he immediately pulled Eddie into a hug and patted him on the back. you felt a swell of love in your chest as you watched the small interaction, it was beautiful to see.

"congratulations" he said as he pulled away and looked at the small car seat on Steve's arm. again, Penny was sleeping, her peaceful expression showing of her prominent features that looked identical to yours except she plumper lips and deep brown eyes. her hair was brown and thick, now you knew why you had terrible heart burn.

"would you look at that, she's beautiful" Wayne teared up, he was a grandad now and he couldn't believe it. "i'll just go wash my hands, i'll be right back. Eddie you know where my office is" he left the three of you to go to the bathroom.

you all moved to Wayne's office and you sat down on the chair in front of the desk. you had a lot of pain after giving birth, you'd gotten a few stitches and it hurt a lot. Steve placed the car seat on top of the desk and unclipped Penny, gently pulling her out and placing her in his chest. he swayed slightly and placed a few kisses to her head.

"sorry for taking so long, Troy was being an asshole" Wayne sat down in his chair which was opposite to you and held his arms out. it had been years since he last held a baby but he was pretty sure he could remember how to. he had been reading a few (a lot) of books on babies just to figure out how to hold her (and found out a lot of other things just in case he ever had to babysit).

Steve placed Penny in Wayne's arms and he swore he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. his chin quivered and his eyes filled with tears as he looked at Penny who was still fast asleep. "i'll be right back" Eddie said placing a delicate kiss on your forehead before leaving Wayne's office.

"she's absolutely beautiful" Wayne sniffled but quickly composed himself "how was the birth y/n? i don't really know what happened, all i know is Eddie nearly missed it" you only nodded, still hurt from what happened only five days prior. "well the birth was okay because Eddie made it just in time but the boys never answered the phone. Steve had called them all day and no one picked up"

"i have no idea if they were pulling a prank or something but i called from like 9am to two hours before she was born and no one answered. i'm surprised Eddie even made it" Steve stood behind you, a hand rubbing your shoulder. "it was scary. i was so worried that he wasn't going to make it because those stupid people not answering the phone. Steve called all day" you were hurt deep down. you had all wanted to be together when you were in labour and he had gotten that opportunity taken away from him.

"i called from like 9am to two hours before she was born. i'm surprised Eddie even made it" Steve shook his head at the thought. Wayne turned his attention back to the sweet baby girl in his arms who was now fussing. "i'll take her" Steve said as he walked around the desk to take her. "you both do know that those boys are here today" after hearing that you felt anger surge through your body. you knew you shouldn't blow up like this but knowing the two of them were there meant you could give them some advice.

Eddie had gone to see Troy and Adam who were both in the office they had been five days prior. Adam was on the phone doing his job like he was supposed to do but Troy had his feet on the desk and was chucking a paper ball up into the air, he looked bored. once Adam noticed Eddie he quickly and politely ended the phone call and his face changed into sympathy.

however when Troy noticed Eddie standing in the doorway he smiled and shook his head. Adam spoke first "Eddie i am so sorry for what happened the other day, did you make it-" "i knew you were fucking with us. there's no baby here" Troy laughed obnoxiously, cutting Adam off but Eddie stood there shaking his head.

"there is a baby you asshole and you two are lucky that i'm here and my girlfriend isn't" Eddie scoffed and Adam looked down at his hands, he was shaking nervously. "i am truly sorry Eddie, i shouldn't of even followed through with what Troy said" Troy scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes.

"oh shut up you wuss. it's fine, jesus. it was a prank get over it" you saw Eddie standing in the doorway of an office and fast walked toward him, ignoring the pain in your body. "it's just a baby it's no big deal, you act like you're never going to have another one. your girlfriend will get over it anyway. if not she's a complete psycho and needs help" you were stood behind Eddie but after hearing that you squeezed in front of him.

"woah, who are you" Troy smirked, winking at you making you feel sick. he was disgusting. "i'm the girlfriend you just called a psycho you asshole" this made his smirk drop quickly. "you both are so stupid, do you have any idea what could of happened if Eddie didn't come in here when he did?" Adam just looked down again.

he felt stupid for even doing the stupid prank. "you need to grow up. you're somehow an adult which blows my mind because you act like a kid, it's embarrassing. what possessed you two to think not answering the phone was a good idea? it's your job for god sake and i'm surprised you're both even here" your face felt hot with anger as you looked between the two boys. you felt hot angry tears in your eyes, your hormones all over the place as you ripped into the two men in front of you.

you could tell by their different body language who was sorry and who wasn't. "i know it doesn't change it but i am sorry for not answering the phone. it was a one time thing and it was stupid" Adam said, his face was bright red with embarrassment as he realised what could of happened. he had thought about it for the last few days and every time he did think about it he felt sick, how stupid could he be?

“and if you think that we can just ‘have another baby’ it doesn’t work like that. you have no idea how many kids we want and of this was the only child we wanted then you robbed us from that special experience. yeah Eddie was there for the pregnancy and the birth but the labouring part is just as important and you ruined that. now you need to grow up, seriously.” a few tears ran down your face as you felt more anger inside of you.

your words were mainly directed at Troy who’s smug look had reappeared on his face. “one day you will realise, if you find someone stupid enough to even be with you, how special it is and how important it is for some people to have their partner there during labour. now i know you had no idea that i was going to give birth that day, none of us knew but pulling a stupid prank like that can be really dangerous. you could of left people stranded on the road. no more pranks, got it?”

you looked between the two boys, Troy was rolling his eyes but you knew of you carried on you wouldn’t stop but Adam nodded and apologised again you only nodded before turning back to Troy “you’re an asshole, you don’t come here for pranks you come here to work, that’s what you’re expected to do. now come on Eddie we have more people to see” with that you walked away from the three boys and wiped your tears as you left the room, Steve being outside the door with Penny in his chest with the car seat in his hand.

you and Steve walked to the car leaving Eddie still in the office. Troy now had his head down as he let your words sink in but he didn’t feel remorseful, only a little embarrassed but he tried to cover it. “Adam we accept your apology, i hope it won’t happen again” Adam promptly nodded and reassured Eddie he wouldn’t be influenced by Troy again.

“oh and Troy” Troy lifted his head to look at Eddie expecting the exact same thing to be said to him, his smirk had also reappeared “you’re fired” it was Eddie’s turn to smile at him but his was sarcastic and pissed Troy off. Eddie could hear you calling for him from the car “now if you excuse me i have to go see my sweet family and my lovely in laws, bye” Eddie left smiling, hearing the shouts of an annoyed Troy who most definitely deserved to be fired.

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im OBSESSED with the idea of wlw tsot style truly genius wow

AHAHAHSAKHSDKHD!!!!! thank you, bestie! i love being a Genius!

jokes aside, last night, i was looking at the tsot concept, like really thinking hard, squinting at it like....whyyyyy....don't i like this? because idk, i personally think the tsot plot premise was badass, but maybe i am delusional, lmao -- that tracks for me. but deadass, i was like why am i not attached to this for some reason also?

...for some reason, the tsot style was never that enticing to me as a writer? and i thought it was because it was too complicated bc of the high fantasy elements...bc despite me masquerading as a genius i am a Fooking Imbecile like i am a court jester, the town FOOL...smh.

-- or even that it was...too sweet and wholesome for me??? because stan is so devoted to kyle in tsot and they are so in love. they're so cute? which is wonderful and all but i am an Angst Girlie, not in terms of reading fanfic ( yes, i do think its ironic that i write multi chapter slowburn style fanfics and only like to read fluffy oneshots where they get together at the end bc i'm impatient & cannot burn in hell )

tHEN THE SNOW DAY TRAILER CAME OUT AND I WAS LIKE????? EVIL STAN???? HEEEEELLLLOOOOOOO!!!!!! i am OBSESSED. that was an insane choice, i was so feral and i was like i need to write morally corrupted stan it's my duty as an angst queen -- which, you guys, i really think i was meant to write angst and hurt/comfort bc i was writing that lil ravesey drabble and i was like Levitating w/ energy i was so stoked omg i was having a BLAST...i love u, angst.

aN-KNEE-WAYZ! i developed that weird idea/tsot concept and i personally was fucking with it but i was still...not completely happy? and i couldn't tell why and it was pISSING ME THE FUCK OFF????

but now it makes sense...bc they are...Women, lol.

( okay, its uncle nina tsot idea info dump time! if you are rocking w/ me, ur welcome under the cut, please enjoy ur ncu toxic yuri <3 )

P.S. THIS IS VERY LONG -- VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

so i think stan...goes by stas? in the tsot universe. that just makes sense to me, i also don't want to get confused bc i've written style as boys for so long if i keep calling stas stan it will make my brain hurt. SO STAS, LOOOOL!!! which i think is short for...anastasia?

or something weirdly hyper feminine and stas hates it to death, also stassie or stasia is still 2 girlie, so she is kind of also not rocking w/ those...i like how gender neutral stas is. let me know if its not cute.

bUT ANYWAYS AGAIN!!! this post is really unhinged, it's 3 am where i am rn and i am being so crazy, i woke up being really insane abt this. so stas works at her family's inn to help her mom out w/ everything because shelley is kind of a hater and randy is...a menace to society. like when i say stas has to pull that waste of a man out of the tavern oR LIKE THE BROTHEL???? HELLO??? every goDDAMN NIGHT??? shes so mad. especially since he keeps BORROWING MONEY THEY CANT PAY BACK BC RANDY IS SPENDING IT ALL???? AND THE LOAN SHARKS ARE ABT TO FUCKING KILL ALL OF THEM?

eye...hate you so much, randy marsh. *stas vc* Burn In Seven Hells.

however, conversely, i do love stas, WHO IS AN IIIIICON!!!! a bicon if you will, she do be...lying awake having iMPUre thoughts of lying with women oodsfjodosjfpsojf, sins of the flesh lMAAAAOOOO!!!! down so bad like please get A LIIIIFE!!!!!! which she's like Trying, i see you baby!!!! but you know, she has to wear a dress ( she did steal her dads pants bee tee dubs bc its hard to run around in a long ass dress, she truly hates that shit bc its inconvenient as hell, smh ) but yeah she do be drinking plifered ale with the boys and having the worst posture and freaking burping the alphabet and being DISGUSTING????? when i tell you stas is so disgusting...smh. she is giving bean from disenchanted if anyone has seen that show like really and truly. xx

which is SO FUNNY???? because, like all my ncu stans, stas is an uncanny level of beautiful like SSSOOOOOOO PRETTY??? like it is truly INSANE, men be OOGLING her which ew so Much!!! bc A Scurb Is A Guy Who Thinks He's Fly But IS ALSO KNOWN AS A BUSTAAA!!! i think like ravenstan pre!rm boys were just kind of weirdly obsessed w/ her and trying to ask for her hand in marriage all the time like belle from beauty in the beast and she was like ahhhh hell nah KHDSLd.

also, working at the inn she has to deal with tHE MOST ANNOYING FUCKING MEN IN THE WOOOOORLD!!! they are like "you! tavern wench! fetch me some ale!" and she's like pls go fuck yourself but she's also So Nice like all my stans so she's like...Of Course, Sir.

maaaan, W!H!A!C!K!

i think like knights and stuff come and go staying at the inn and she's just like...sigh...that's so fucking COOL, wish that were me! LAME!!! like she literally is not allowed to fight bc SHES A GIRL!!! SO WHACK! she does have dreams abt it...like she does abt women and temptations of the flesh...stas...whack off or something, my GOD!!! nasty girl behavior, i am fucking crying, i love girl failure stas. Based.

i think she secretly kind of works down at the forge with tolkiens dad, btw, i think tolkiens name is...tolkien...blacksmith? lol so much guys. also !~ala pep~ they do still have a crazy rivalry...love my life. i think there is DRAMA during the Challenge Of Champions abt kylie. WHO STAS DOES NOT LIKE RIGHT AWAY BUT I DIGRESS!!!

so stas helps down at the forge bc she thinks swords are so cool. like she is obsessed and i think she makes a lot of armor and swords and stuff but she's not allowed to use them, obvi...and just has to hand them off to idiot men who should Go Die In A War lmaoooo!!! and it sucks so bad...her handiwork is beautiful, btw. i think she's made some shit that ended up at the broflovski castle they just Don't Know.

i am...talking abt this too much when i tell you i got Really Into It. so the RUFFIANS show up and they're abt to kill stas’ family but they give stas One More Day to come up with the money so she rides off ON SPARKY!!!! I LOVE YOU HORSE SPARKY!!!! to the disgraced high wizards castle who obviously...thinks stas is fucking pathetic and is like i quite literally do not give a fuck...ur whole family can choke? and is going to kill her but then...realizes stas is EXTREMELY GIFTED with the sword and is like...hm...i can use you. ;))))) lmao and stas basically has no choice bc if not they will literally slaughter her fam.

soooooo stas basically she ends up enrolled in the Challenge Of Champions which is literally so fucked??? like everyone is about to die, if i end up writing the fic, it's gonna be BRUTAL and very bloody and horrifying, just fyi, so sorry. also stas cuts her hair hella short to pass as a boy and there is a very iconique mulan-esqe montage of her stealing her dads clothes and kissing sharon on the head and riding off to an uncertain fate...leaves a crytic note or no warning? its very depressing stas...loves sharon so bad, she misses her mom. :(((

also i think when she rolls up and is in the camp w/ all the other challenge of champion competitors and contestants, they are like...so what is ur name and shes abOUT TO SAY STAS BC SHES SO FUCKING STUPID LOL I HATE MY LIFE and is like st---aaaaaan??? LOLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!! and does the medieval version of the nervous bisexual finger gun jazz hand combo i am in PAIN. and they are like...okay? i guess? weirdo? they do think stas is so weird that whole time, she does have a lot to prove AND SHE DOES BITCH!!!! they respect the hell out of her later bc she is WIPING THE COMP, BABY!

which, speaking of stas passing as a boy...i actually do not think she is trans like ravenstan is? i think she is just Really Masc? and likes a lot of traditionally masculine activities and having short hair and doesn't reject the idea of being a woman but thinks its stupid that She personally gets rejected and is not allowed to do things she likes because they reserved exclusively for Men! stas vs. the patriarchy! listen i think raven would fuck w/ stas so heavy she would Scare Him though, like she is Powerful for a human.

i do think she is lowkey ripped like....HEEEELLLOOOOO???

kylie get ur jaw off the floor bestie!!!! STAND UP!!!!

running joke in tkak, i think, that everyone is like...squints...u know u are...like very beautiful for a man? you are kind of the most beautiful man i've ever seen like you are honestly pretty enough to be a girl? and she's like...ahsshahhaa thank you? my mom does tell me i'm kind of like having a boy daughter sometimes...ALSO THAT MADE HER SO DEPRESSED BC SHE WAS THINKIN ABOUT SHARON AND SHE WAS LIKE WHAT FUCK I HATE IT HERE bc i think sharon thinks shes dead or something bc she rode off & just disappeared completely?

okay, moving onto kylie...i am OBSESSED with her also!!! i got a little less on her, but stas is kind of the protag rn so it makes sense? but so when i was developing tkak At First, i gave ky...Reeeeally Long Hair bc i am obsessed w giving kyle really beautiful curly long hair ( jersey my beloved please kiss me on the lips ). she also ONLY has her hair up like for most of the fanfic? in REALLY ELABORATE hairdos?

like the handmaidens do her hair every morning and put that shit up and it does take forever which is suuuuch a pain in the ass ( yes kylie do be dummy thicc like actual kyle...i actually do not think stas has to bind tbh bc shes always in the armor and the really flowy tunic and riding pants and the boots w the short ass hair ( WHEN I TELL YOU SHE IS FINE I MEAN THAT LIKE PPL DIED!!! LITERALLY!!!! )

...she also has zero boobs i gave stan no ass and i think its only fair that stas has zero boobage...but when i tell you...oh my goodness oh my damn...kylie in the corset thing w her biddies pushed up to heaven...stas is abt to throw up constantLY!!!! DOOOOOWN SO HORRENDOUS LIKE PLEASE GO TO HELL!!!!! sooo funny. i have been laughing typing this whole goddamn ask meme, i'm screaming!

stas lying awake at night in a cold sweat bc Women...jaaaaaaail smh.

speaking of women, kylie is like 100% a lesbian like it just tracks bc all my kyles are super mega gay. people don't know about it, they only know that she hasn't taken a husband yet and that her dad keeps trying to set her up with these stupid ass idiot men from other kingdoms and she quite literally drives them away bc shes so SCARY. all my kyles are so scary, kylie is no exception like they call her the tempest bc she is literally so frightening. men run away screaming.

tbh gerald is so serious about her being princessy and hidden away in the castle...when i was developing tkak again and i gave ky the long hair and gerald was constantly having it put up with no exceptions like she is not allowed to be seen by anyone w her hair down? and i was like is it bc kyle...just has long hair and is kind of a little femme? idk? but LISTEN IT ALL MAKES SENSE TO ME NOW BECAUSE ITS ACTUALLY BC GERALD THINKS KYLES MERIDA HAIR IS UNBECOMING OF A WOMAN AND HES A MOTHERFUCKER AND MAKES HER CONFORM THE STANDARDS OF BEING REFINED.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! IS ANYONE ELSE SCREAMING???

oof...the day stas sees kylie w/ her hair down...the homoeroticy...its gonna be so crazy, the tension is going to be so intense omg.

okAY SPEAKING OF THE TOXIC YURI TSOT STYLE...they do hate eachother. kylie specifically hates humans bc sheila is dead in tkak..smh...she was also killed by humans...so kylie HATES humans. she is also really spoiled and coddled and Baby. and stas is tough and worked for everything in her life and is hard as a motherfucker i love you so bad stas...she's so cooooooolll!!! but yeah they bicker a lot. btw...kylie is short in the ncu tsot and stas is tall like i think there is a whole dialogue where stas is like i just never thought that the princess of all kingdoms who possesses all that power would be soooo....and kylie is like? enchanting? radiant? ravishing? beautiful? and shes like...Little. KHDLKHDSLK LOOOOOL IM CRYING HELP.

i am talking so much i'm so sorry guys but i said the tsot toxic yuri was like mulan and it so is...its also like Tangled, which are the two best disney movies which fuck you so much disney! free palestine!

but i digress again and i will explain myself because you know how i am; i do not put anything out unless i feel strongly about it. so kylie does not want to engage in ~Princessy Stuff~ mostly bc its whack and she is not trying to belong to a man like Property? but its also because...She Wants To Be A Doctor. <3333

i was thinking too hard about ship in a bottle kyle being the ships sawbones and pep kyle ripping stans throat open to save his life and i was like...doctor!kylie! but obvi...its very frowned upon...women cannot be doctors...Princesses Cannot Be Doctors. she also is nooot allowed to leave the palace bc of sheilas assassination, aaaaalso bc shes a woman...are we sensing a theme here? men suck.

but okay, so stas passes pretty well for a man...also her voice is really raspy and husky WHEEEW ONE CHANCE STAS!!! but obvi when kylie finds out stas is a girl, she says something funny like By Gods! By All The Seven Hells You Are Woman! and stas is like oooooooooofffffffff!!! pleeeease don't send me to the gallows i can explain ( she cannot explain she is supposed to kill kylies dad ) but kylie is like...i will let you live...Human Girl...on one condition...( stas is like u have to be fucking shitting me bc like this is the second time this shit has happened to her...smh ) anYWASAYS!!! kylie is like on one condition...u sneak me past the palace walls and let me see the outside world.

aGAIN STAS HAS NO CHOICE so she's like...Sigh...okay. and i think they have a wizard friend in the castle who charms kylie to look like a boy ( respectfully my ladyship she is so Well Endowed in the chest area and very femme so she cannot pass as a boy like stas can...rip so sorry ) so she can sneak out and not get caught BUUUT!!! the magic only lasts so long so she has to be back like within the hour? stas takes kylie to kupa keep at some point and its...very cute. pls clap.

LAST THING THIS IS THE VERY LAST THING I SWEAR YOU GUYS! so it's called to kill a king bc stas is supposed to kill gerald and not kylie which...stas does avoid asking abt it later bc shes in love with her i hate my life...but its bc she cannot ascend the throne bc shes a girl. again, i hate everything. choke and die gerald. WHICH WITH ANY HOPE!!! HE WILL!!!! MAYHAPS! but cartman is like nahhh i do not rlly care abt killing her she's not a threat?

but then she IS A THREAT bc she's getting in the way of the assassination attempt and stealing the piece of the stick of truth cartman needs to be all powerful and evil so cartman is like just kidding ur gonna have to kill her bestie, she's pissing me off. so he has stas...SLOWLY POISON HER??? w/ some kind of mushroom concoction that goes in her daily tea? and kylie is like oh! thank u stanley...but i think she knows stan is stas at that point bc theyre friends mayhaps...BUT ITS SLOWLY MAKING HER SICK. which is hard to notice bc its really slow to avoid suspicion, kylie is also super chronically ill...she has some sort of Illness the whole fic that makes her kind of weak and frail even tho her mind is strong to mimic kyles diabetes in sp? BUT OOOOOOF I HATE MY LIFE EVERYTHING SUX.

anyways for the 7934709324 time! STYLE TOXIC YURI!!!!

what do we think gayng??? are we rocking w it? *sweats*

-uncle nina, who has to stop coming up w/ crazy au ideas

p.s. i might...accidentally misgender stas and kylie or use stan or kyle by accident when answering questions...if i get them...bc i'm so used to my styles being masculine and boys. so if y'all could be patient with me, i'd really appreciate it bc *stas vc* I Am Only Human.

#I TALKED SOOOO MUCH ABOUT THIS #i went crazy stupid i fucking love the toxic style yuri sm #as a crazy bisexual bitch who wants a scary wendy testaburger gf this thrills me so much ( i fumbled airport girl so bad dont look at me )#i love stas and kylie so much #also i hope we like my weird stas name choice i refused to have her go by...*wretches* sh*n or sh*nnon bc its rm!stans deadname #actually hideous its also not that cute #i think stas is cute and also its four letters like stan <3 #fair warning she does have to go by stan like most of the fic which is whack but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do #which is assassinating the king of all kingdoms #and his annoying but mega fine daughter #when i tell u stas is down so bad like bestie my eyes are up here!!! i am crying she b losing her train of thought often #she do be getting whacked in the face by her lance and walking into walls STARING...go to jail stas...horny girl max security dungeon #BUT ANYWAYS DO WE THINK THIS IS COOL I THINK THIS IS SO COOL I AM SO FUCKING STOKED ON IT #me: BY THE GODS!!! WHAT IN SEVEN HELLS #i'm sorry if this was way too much information i got really excited i hope u are also hooked and excited #UNCLE NINA TSOOOOOOOOT

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grrlsoft · 2 years

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ constellations : eddie munson

summary : summer nights in hawkins are never boring when you have your boyfriend eddie by your side.

pairing : Eddie Munson x gn!reader

author's note : aaand more eddie fluff because i cant stop myself. i love this boy and wanted to write something summer-y for him (since it's summer now where i live lol)

warnings : none! just tooth-rotting fluff ;-D

it's a hot summer evening. Hawkins seems to be asleep, save for the occasional barking of dogs enclosed in people's yards and the loud chitter of cicadas. the scent of laundry floats through the air, a sweet and homey smell, and the sky is deep and black and littered with tiny stars.

you rest on a grassy knoll, spread out on the wide patch of green as your boyfriend, Eddie, lies next to you. the two of you had been in his trailer before this, but you insisted that you wanted to go somewhere to waste the long hours of the night away. with tired reluctance, he agreed. as long as he got to pick the music for the drive there (wherever "there" turned out to be, anyway).

you clutch the grass between your hands, closing and opening your palms over and over again. the ground is cool against your back, providing a welcoming refuge from the sweltering night air. you draw in a long breath, inhaling the smell of nature and laundry detergent and Eddie. the moon rests like a white, elegant crystal ball in the sky, casting pale, shimmering rays of light onto your figure. you smile at her and she smiles back.

"this is boring," Eddie's raspy voice cuts through the summer silence like a knife, "can we go home?"

you sigh at his impatience. "we've only been here for like, half an hour," you reply, "besides, I like being out in nature."

"my trailer not good enough for you?" Eddie scoffs, and you lightly shove his arm, causing him to roll away from you. you laugh as he tumbles in the long grass.

"do that again and I'll roll straight down the hill," he says, his wide brown eyes staring at your darkened silhouette. you nudge him further with your shoe and he makes a small, dejected noise.

"I dare you," you grin.

you giggle as he scoots back up to lie beside you once again. you look at the sky but he looks at you.

"I'm glad we don't live in a big city," you say suddenly, "otherwise we wouldn't be able to see any stars."

Eddie hums, his hands itching to hold you. his eyes can't stay focused on the sky for very long until they're gravitating back towards your figure.

"can you see any constellations?" he whispers into your ear, desperately trying to make an effort to concentrate on something that isn't you. you shake your head.

"no. I wouldn't be able to tell even if there are any," you murmur back. he sighs disappointedly.

there's a long silence between the two of you. a slight breeze tousles your hair and you tilt your head as you stare out into space. the grass tickles the bare skin of your arms.

"we could make our own," you suggest. Eddie raises his brows, considering the idea.

"I like the sound of that," he nods. "where do we start?"

he gazes at you as your wide eyes look across the expanse of the midnight sky. he can see you connecting all the little dots in your head. he likes the way that the stars reflect in your dark pupils, like little mirrors.

"well, how about these ones," your arm moves upward to point out at the sky, "those little blobs there."

Eddie follows your finger and squints. “where?”

You point again, more aggressively this time, “there.”

“not seeing anything,” Eddie shakes his head with a frown. you sigh loudly.

"then humor me for a second," you reply. “I think it looks like a cat.”

Eddie says nothing and then shrugs. “okay. cat. sure.”

you narrow your eyes. "she needs a name, let’s-"

"Eddie junior."

you look over at the brown haired boy and he meets your gaze. you raise a brow skeptically.

"seriously?" the corners of your mouth can't help but turn up at his playfulness.

"it's a good name!" Eddie exclaims, and you laugh. you redirect your attention to the stars. Eddie does too, eventually.

"ooh, you see that like, big squiggle?" Eddie's excited voice interrupts your searching. you follow his hand as he traces a line of stars with his pointer finger. you nod.

"looks like a dragon," Eddie states. you tilt your head to look at it more, and you find yourself agreeing.

"mhm, I can see it's eyes, I think," you say thoughtfully, "it's got big wings, too."

"I'd like to be a dragon," Eddie admits. you turn your gaze over to him. he looks dreamily towards the sky.

"yeah?" you reply. he nods surely, brown eyes still focused on the stars that sit above your heads.

"yeah. I'd like, live in a castle and shit, and guard a big pile of gold and jewels, y'know?" he grins into the night. "oh, and I'd eat anyone who'd come to take any of my treasure."

"sweet," you chuckle, "sounds perfect for you."

"it’s my dream job, actually," he jokes, and you laugh. you sigh happily and look upwards once again.

you're quiet for a while. you look out and search and search for shapes in the dark, tracing the little specks of light with your gaze.

eventually, you find one that you like.

"over there," you break the cool silence, "looks like a unicorn."

Eddie moves to follow your gaze. he narrows his eyes and nods his head slightly.

"oh yeah," his quiet voice tickles your cheek, "it's got a long ass horn. and funny hooves."

you chuckle. "she's trying her best, Eddie."

you look at your starry unicorn and you can swear that she’s looking back at you. you smile in the dark.

"she ain't got no wings, though," Eddie quips suddenly, causing you to roll your eyes.

you lean further against him, not caring about how hot you'll eventually become. "don’t bully her. maybe she and the dragon are friends. he’ll eat you."

Eddie tilts his head to stare at you. you do the same.

"you kind of remind me of a unicorn, you know."

you blink, smiling. "really?"

he nods, reaching up to push a strand of hair away from your face. his touch is callous and rough. "mhm. all mystical and pretty and shit. like something out of a fairytale."

you hum wistfully. "I'd like to be a unicorn."

"oh, and I mean that huuuge horn of yours is pretty noticeable too," he jests and you swat his hand away as he pokes your forehead harshly. a deep laugh rumbles from his throat and it sends shivers down your spine.

before you know it, he's climbing on top of you and pushing you back into the grass, kissing you sweetly, fervently. you loop your arms around his neck and lean your forehead against his own. you feel his fingers weasel their way under your tank top, caressing your bare skin. he moves his attention to your neck and places a few delicate kisses to the soft skin there, biting you occasionally. you hug him tightly and bury your face into his curly hair. you inhale the familiar scent of him and run your own hands up and down his back.

"Eddie," you breathe out his name gently, feeling hot and needy, "Eddie, I love you."

Eddie moves and hovers over you. his dark eyes stare into your own. he smiles at your flushed face and how softly you gaze at him.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he replies, his voice filled with admiration. your heart flutters at the nickname he uses for you. "my sweet, sweet unicorn darling."

a laugh bubbles from your throat, and Eddie truly does believe that you are from a fairytale.

#woo more of the boy #hope my fellow eddie luvrs enjoy #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #katherine's fics ∘˚˳° ♡

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tinyboxxtink · 2 years

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"Rocky"

(gif by @madmaxmayfleld)

I know, I promise i'm working on SB86, But I saw this in a photo set today and I just could not NOT write this.

Eddie gets you a puppy!!!!!

PS- I really like the idea of you calling Eddie "Edward" a la Jackie from That's 70's Show calling Kelso 'Michael' and Hyde 'Steven'".

—--

You stood outside Eddie’s trailer, impatiently tapping your foot. He had asked you to come over, but was now making you stand outside while he “got something”.

“Edward come onnnn,” You whined.

As if on cue, Eddie finally opened the trailer door and came out with a huge box. He looked like he was just struggling to carry it because of it’s weight, but then you realized the box was moving.

“Uh…Edward…” You slowly backed up, scared of what could possibly be in the box. Eddie always did love his ‘critters’.

“I got you something special, babe,” he grins as he sets the box down.

“If a raccoon jumps out of that box Edward, I’m breaking up with you,” you warned him.

“What? No!” He shook his head with an amused laugh as he pulled off the lid.

You braced yourself for something wild to come leaping out at you, but it didn’t. When you opened your eyes and peered inside the box, there was a little black puppy looking up at you.

“Oh my god!!!!” you squealed, picking up the puppy. It immediately began licking you all over and whimpering excitedly.

“Baby, where did you–?”

“A guy at the plant has a dog who just had puppies,” he answered before you could finish. “So I asked my uncle to get you one,”

“Aww, babe,” you smiled, leaning forward to give him a kiss with the puppy still in your arms.

“I know you said your mom won’t let you have pets, and you’ve always wanted a dog,” he explained.

You gave him the sweetest, longest look you’d ever given him, trying to mentally communicate how much this meant to you, because words didn’t seem enough.

“I love you, Edward Munson,” was all you could say.

“I love you too, Y/N,” He chuckled as he pulled you into another kiss. “Now what should we name him?”

“Mmmmm…..Rocky?” you asked.

“Rocky?” He furrowed his eyebrows. “Why Rocky?”

“I don’t know, as a kid I just always wanted to name a dog Rocky,” you shrugged. “Do I need a better reason than that?”

“Naw babe, it’s your dog,” he chuckled softly. “Name him whatever you want,”

“It’s our dog, Edward,” you clarified.

“Oh, so we have a dog now?” he rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Like a kid?”

“Wow there Munson,” you giggled. “Tell me how you really feel,”

“It’s just…” He looked at you and the puppy with a skittish smile. “I never had a dog either,”

“Or a kid, hopefully,” you teased.

“NO,” He gave you a look.

“But, I got him for you– and the fact that you wanna share him is– really nice,” he stroked the puppy gently.

“Yeah? Not scary?” you asked, looking between him and Rocky.

“Nah,” he shook his head. “It’ll be nice to come home to someone. Or…some ones,”

“Edward Munson, are you bribing me to move in with you using an innocent puppy?” you gave him a shocked look.

“Hey it literally just came to me babe,” he denied any aforethought.

“And here I thought I was detecting commitment issues,” you teased, putting Rocky back down in the box.

“Well,” he shrugged sheepishly. “If i’m gonna get over them, might as well go all in, right?”

“How romantic,” you rolled your eyes as you used both hands to grip his shirt and pull him into your body.

“Is that a yes?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s a hell yes,” you giggled before kissing him once more.

And that’s how you, Eddie, and Rocky became a family.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson drabble #stranger things #stranger things 4

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mehidktbh · 2 years

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(Old) Ash Williams headcanons

A/N: I guess I haven't been in such a good mood for the last 2 months so hopefully yall like this considering I recently got back into my evil dead phase and watched all of the Ash vs evil dead TV show so here are some of my headcanons for old Ash!

Warning 18+: Smoking, swearing, a small mention of drugs, deadites and only a hint of sexual activities

- Ash is the kind of guy to think that he'll never find anyone for the long term, maybe a few fuck buddies but nothing else. He tells himself that he doesn't need anyone, mainly because he thinks they're gonna be a distraction or that he is just way over that. He looked for love in the past and they had to die right in front of his eyes, he wouldn't dread for that to happen again.

- But that all goes away when he sees you, either you knew him from before (Like in the past or whatever) or he just randomly sees you one day while out. He knows you are the one, the way you look is irresistible and your whole personality just blows him away. Extra points if you try to play hard to get, and you laugh at his dumb jokes.

- He might leave the first time, promising to come back and you know damn well he will come back. He probably misses you when he goes, even if you didn't even talk to him and instead just smiled at him the whole time he was there. He can't help but smile whenever he remembers you, and you know he won't stop bragging about you to Kelly and Pablo.

- As much as they like to see Ash in love and everything, he needs to put his head in the game sometimes, and stop nagging them about you.

- Either you came out about it on how you wanted to take him out or he got impatient and asked you out instead, holding on for dear life that you would say yes. And he's so excited when you say yes, he would be jumping up and down if he could but instead he keeps to his calm and snarky self, telling you how there's a new pub open just down the road and how he'll meet you there tonight.

- The whole night he is addicted to you, only asking you questions and occasionally flexing and how he's the 'hero' of the world, fighting all these scary and deadly monsters with his chainsaw and gun. He doesn't mind dancing with you the whole night, or if you really wanna get out of town for the night in the delta as he's definitely thinking about getting spicy in there.

(Fast forward to when you guys become a couple, considering I'm too lazy 😭)

- Ash is a roller coaster of a guy to date, he has his ups and downs and there's never a time where your not surrounded by deadites or Kelly and Pablo. He can be a bit much to date and also a handful, you don't know if he's gonna come home with wounds and scratches or barely come home at all. (Don't worry he makes it up to you)

- You would also have to adjust to the tight living space of his trailer, it's small and definitely not a space for someone who has claustrophobia to be. It also always has some drug in almost any drawer, maybe even bullets too.

- Ash is not the one to be too possessive or who can get easily jealous (In my opinion) but hey that doesn't mean he's more than happy if you want a day job or something, just not a night job. It gets lonely at night and when he comes home, he's hurt and tired and all he wants to do is cuddle with you all night long.

- But then again he isn't going to force you, though I hope you don't mind coming home nearly every night to Kelly and Pablo over. His excuse is always the same too "I got lonely" :(

- But in the end, Ash is an amazing boyfriend and he can be very protective over you when it comes to the time, like when he realises he has to save the world for like the 20th time. But then I hope you love hanging around him 24/7 because he would not let you go, like...ever.

- He is also 100% softer around you, his clingy side may even come out sometimes but he can't help it after having to fight all of these deadites and deal with the amount of hate he gets. He can't help but enjoy and smile around you.

- Why leaving so soon, Y/N? Oh, you're taking a shower...well I hope you don't mind him joining.

#ash williams #slashers #slasher #horror #ash williams x reader #ash vs evil dead #ash williams x you #ash williams x y/n #ash williams x s/o #evil dead ii #evil dead #the evil dead #bruce campbell #evil dead 2 #army of darkness

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I guess we won't know until only friends actually blesses our screens but so far sanrays energy isn't giving me the vibes they're going to be a I need to jump your bones every five seconds couple like patpran are at all. actually out of all the scenes in the trailer, they seem the least horny and to have a lot more to them than the sexy vibes of the other pairings. I feel like that's why so many are concerned about their pairing because they seem to have more angst over the whole rays crush on mew and san not wanting to be anyone's second option. Even when they have the sexually tense scene in the trailer, ray suggests becoming close through sex and san gives in but seems more hesitant initially. I mean I like the way it seems though because ray looks as though he'll get a lot of individual focused character development outside of even his pairings in it so thats awesome for Khao and I'd love to see it. San is a whole enigma too since he seems to be the real playboy from all his red line connections we saw on the relationship chart for OF but the trailer makes it look as though San runs the risk of falling pretty hard for ray and is more of a romantic. I'm just super intrigued by it all and impatient to know just how their pairings horny to romantic balance will play out! It's fun to theorise on so far for sure

this drowned in my drafts lol sorry anon.

I sure hope there will be more to their characters than just their relationship lmao but I don't think we have to worry about that. I also got the vibe that Ray will get a heavier focus than San, at least that's what the trailer made it look like. we barely saw anything from San which is why all his red lines are so intriguing lmao. I have no idea what kind of person he is. but that just makes it more interesting. all of this could be misleading though. it is a mock trailer afterall.

but either way I'm not getting a FWB vibe from them like with the other pairs either and I agree that their story might have the most angst. judging from the trailer they seem to be very different people with different ideologies so there will be drama for sure. I'm also still in the dark about how they're gonna handle the MewRay situation and how deep they're gonna dig into that since that also plays an important role in both SanRay's and MewTop's relationship. But then again everyone is kind of connected to everyone anyway so whatever happens, everyone will be affected lol. But that just makes it messier and by that I mean better lmao.

but anyway FK already said SanRay have a rocky road ahead of them and I think we should take their word for it lol.

xxx

#only friends #sanray #thoughts #theories

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riality-check · 2 years

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for the mini fic prompts x3 lol: steddie + 27

So for this one, I had two different ideas. It's a shame you can't answer the same ask twice, so if this post is a bit longer to read, that's why. I like them both enough to write! Anyway, here's:

27. things you said through a closed door (version 1)

"Eddie, I know you're home," Steve calls.

There's no response, but from the porch, Steve can hear the music blasting from Eddie's room at the back of the trailer. He doesn't know the song or the band, but it sounds a lot angrier and sadder than the stuff Eddie usually listens to, which worries him.

"I can hear the music!" he shouts. He doesn't want to be so impatient, but it's October and while the roof of the porch shields him from the rain, the wind is bitingly cold. He should've worn his old varsity jacket, he used to wear it when it was snowing and still stayed warm.

The music turns itself down enough so it stops shaking the trailer, and Steve swears he can hear footsteps come toward the front door. But the lock doesn't click open.

Fine. Whatever.

"Eddie, listen, I don't know what I did, but whatever it was, I'm sorry. It's been a week without talking to you and it feels like a fucking year. Please just tell me what I did, and we'll figure it out, okay?"

"You didn't do anything." Eddie's voice is muffled through the door, but Steve thinks he's whispering anyway.

"What do you mean I didn't do anything? Eddie, you haven't even looked my way in a week. Obviously, I did something, and I want to make it right."

"I got scared."

Steve lets his head thud against the door. "Okay. What did I do to scare you?"

The door jerks open a few inches, held closed by the bolt, but Steve stumbles anyway.

"You. Didn't. Do. Anything," Eddie says slowly and deadly calm.

Once he corrects himself, he can see a sliver of Eddie's face: one of his eyes and half his mouth. From just that, Steve can see that Eddie is an utter wreck.

"You wanna know what happened, Stevie? I got scared. I got scared for no fucking reason because all you've been is perfect, so I don't know why I ran. I just did. Because that's what I do at the first sign of danger - I cut and fucking run. So I ran, and I got to thinking, gee, Steve deserves better than someone who bolts at the first sign of trouble, and I decided to stay gone. I think you should let me."

Eddie whispers that last sentence, and his voice cracks a little, and Steve is inches away from breaking the damn bolt.

Instead, he says, "Good thing I'm faster than you."

"What?" Eddie croaks.

"I'm faster than you," Steve says, and it's a fact. "So when you run, I'll always catch up. You're not getting away from me that easily, Munson."

Steve watches Eddie close his eye like he's trying not to cry.

"Can you open the door, babe?"

The bolt slides open.

AND, if you're still here, things you said through a closed door (version 2)

"Steve?" Eddie calls, trying not to stumble on what he thinks is Robin's shirt and Nancy's pants thrown in the middle of the hallway. He braces himself on the wall and tries tip-toeing around them because his shoes are gross and he's tipsy enough to have even worse balance than usual.

"Steve?" he calls again. "You disappeared on us, and I wanted to make sure you're okay."

There's a retch behind the door closest to Eddie. Well, at least he's found him.

"Hey," he shouts - he's gotta shout, Jonathan brough his loud stereo system - and knocks. "I'm coming in."

"No," Steve groans. "'M fine."

"If you call puking your guts out 'fine,' you need help." Eddie grabs the knob and starts twisting. "I'm coming in, sweetheart."

"No," Steve says, and he's coherent enough that Eddie still takes him seriously and stops. "Handled it before, can do it again."

"That doesn't mean you have to," Eddie reminds him. "Can I at least hold your hair back?"

Another retch, and Eddie has heard enough people throw up to know that Steve is just dry heaving now. He grimaces in sympathy because that shit hurts.

Steve doesn't respond for a while, and Eddie wants to check and see if he fell asleep on the toilet - been there, done that - when Steve mumbles something:

"You're gonna leave me."

"What?" Eddie says, hand frozen on the knob.

"You're gonna leave me," Steve says, louder and clearer and oh, that's definitely meant for Eddie.

"Because you're puking your guts out? I've seen worse." Which is true. Eddie's taken people to the hospital and seen them get their stomachs pumped. That shit is bad.

"No. Because I'm a lot. I'm too much work and I'm clingy and I love too much and I'm no fun to be around sometimes and I'm not smart and -"

Eddie opens the door, crosses the room, and holds Steve's gross, sweaty face in his hands.

"Bullshit," he says. "You're stuck with me, Harrington, like a bad tattoo or superglue that won't come off your hands. You're adorable and protective and lovely and brilliant, and now you're gonna let me take care of you. Me leaving you is bullshit. Okay?"

Steve nods, and then he's dry heaving again, and Eddie holds his hair back and rubs his shoulder.

And he stays, the entire time.

(y'all this was the last ask i got, so please) send me more prompts!!

#asked and answered #stevethehairington #thank you!!

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cambria-writes · 1 year

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happy all hallow's eve! i hope everyone's had a good weekend! i'm excited for tomorrow; since pretty much everyone but the four people (myself included) in our office are out for a few days my coworkers and i are gonna dress up. cross your fingers that my costume still fits because i'm having my dad bring it with him (we work together) when he picks me up in the morning.

i have proofread this a massive two (2) times so if i've missed anything please lmk!

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader rating: M, each chapter rated individually warnings: mention of guns, minor injuries, nancy gets Free Trauma, she/her reader without physical description, reader might be turning into a mary-sue but who cares? not me!, eddie growls in this one word count: 4,503 Previous Next Masterlist

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓: 𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

Running through the woods had been bad enough and left you with burning lungs. You did not expect having to steal a bike from Nancy Wheeler’s neighbour and booking it back to Forest Hills. (Though you’re pretty sure it’s not really stealing, considering there isn’t really anyone around to own it in the first place. Not here.)

Though you nearly crash your purloined bike a few times on the way, the lot of you manage to make it back to the Munson trailer… relatively intact. Robin leans against you at the bottom of the trailer’s steps, heaving just about as much as you.

“This wasn’t supposed to be,” Robin starts, one arm on your shoulder and one on her knee as she doubles over to catch her breath. “This isn’t supposed to be gym class.”

“Fuck, tell me about it,” you whine, opting to lean your head back and clasping your hands behind your neck. “This is torture, I hate this.”

“Cheer up,” Steve says, a little too jovially for someone red in the face from exertion. “We’re almost out of here. C’mon.” He claps Robin on the back in passing and nearly knocks her off her feet.

“Hey, you gonna be alright?” Eddie asks, coming up behind you to rest a hand on your other shoulder. Robin clears her throat loudly and skitters after Steve. You frown at her, but turn to Eddie to shake your head.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine,” you huff, swallowing loudly and trying to measure your breathing. “Being a librarian isn’t like, a super active job. Not used to this anymore.”

Eddie snorts and squeezes your shoulder for a second before letting go.

“Just. Lemme know if you need anything?” It’s your turn to snort when you walk past him up the steps, heeding an impatient Steve gesturing at you both to hurry up.

“I know this song and dance already, big guy,” you say over your shoulder.

Inside, flashlights pointed up at the ceiling, Steve is the first to speak up.

“God damn.”

“That’s,” Eddie starts, and you don’t have to look back at him to know you don’t like the expression on his face. “That’s where Chrissy died. Like, right where she died.”

“I don’t see why you’re surprised,” you frown, leaning forward to look at Steve. “Didn’t you guys like, come through one of these? Where Patrick died?”

“Yeah, but it’s like, it’s actually here, y’know?” Robin whispers, taking a cautious step forward before roughly being pulled back by Steve.

“Woah, wait a sec,” he says, taking a step forward instead and squinting at the gate. Behind you, Eddie grabs both your arms like he’s worried you’re about to topple over. “What’s—”

Something punches through the gate with a disgusting, slimy-cunchy sound, and in fact if it hadn’t been for Eddie holding you still behind you, your jolt might’ve actually knocked you on your ass. You instinctively grab for the gun tucked into your waistband. Whatever it is wiggles around and… seems to clear the way?

Though Steve is the first one to try and approach the gate, you grab him by the wrist and place the Beretta in his hand. He nods quickly before making his way closer, keeping the gun aimed up at the ceiling as he does. His arm quickly goes down though, and when you hear him utter ‘no way’, you quickly make your way to him and look up.

And there are the kids, all safe and accounted for. Dustin’s nearly cackling as he waves up—down?—at you from the trailer’s living room.

“Well holy shit,” you whisper, feeling your face split into a grin.

“Hi there!” Dustin greets, and you can’t help but slap Eddie excitedly in the arm.

He’s met with a chorus of tired but enthused greetings

“Bada bada boom!”

“Please tell me he didn’t get that from you,” you whisper to Eddie, turning to look up at him.

“Absolutely the hell not.” You huff out a short laugh before Steve and Nancy start directing the kids through the gate.

Quickly enough, there’s a rope made out of the blankets Dustin and Erica can find throughout the trailer, and Lucas and Max unceremoniously throw a mattress down on the floor beneath the portal. With several quirked eyebrows directed at him, Eddie shrugs his shoulders and clears his throat.

“Those stains are, uh,” he starts, frowning before shrugging again. “I dunno what those stains are.”

“I’m showering after this,” Robin says quietly, and you can’t help but hum in agreement despite the elbow in the ribs you get in retaliation.

When the makeshift rope falls through the ceiling, you can’t help but move to grab it. Dustin urges you to give it a good tug. When it stays put, you swallow what was sure to be a cackle and, once you’ve got a good grip, let yourself swing.

You don’t even try to stop the laughter that bubbles up your throat when you feel Eddie pull you down and away, arms tight around your stomach. He swivels around to drop you back on the ground.

“Yeah no we’re trying to be serious here,” Eddie says, and though he’s probably trying to reprimand you for being a little too carefree, you can still hear the smile in his voice.

“I’m absolutely being serious! I was testing to see if it would hold my weight!”

“Sure dude,” he scoffs. Eventually, when Dustin voices his impatience, Eddie squares his shoulders and gives the rope a solid tug. “No objections to my going first?”

“None here, have at it,” Steve answers, crossing his arms and taking a step back.

“Just warn us if you start feeling woozy or like you’re being pulled apart by magic invisible hands,” Robin throws in, and you can’t help but worry at the skin of your lips.

There’s… no chance you’ll get dismembered going through, right? The blanket’s perfectly fine, you reason with yourself, watching as Eddie pulls himself closer to the ceiling. You hold your breath until he lands with a thump on the mattress on the other side.

“Thank fuck,” you sigh, taking a step back and motioning for Robin to go ahead when she puts her hand on the rope. When she makes it through equally unscathed and thrilled, you turn to look at Nancy and Steve in turn.

“I’ll go last,” Steve says, a gentle hand on her shoulder pushing Nancy towards the rope.

“Not really gonna object to that,” you say in turn, pulling the gun from your waistband. After flipping the safety off and making sure it’s cocked, you pass it over to Steve, holding the barrel down. You open your mouth to say something when it feels like something, all at once, is trying to force your brian out of your eyes.

The sound around you feels like it’s being filtered through cotton, and though you can make out Eddie and the kids shouting from the other sides, you can more clearly make out the fact that Steve is calling Nancy’s name.

From where you’re crouched, nearly doubled over, on the ground, you crack open a sore eyelid to see Nancy stood stock still, eyes rolled back. You’re sure you make some kind of frustrated sound while you clench your jaw and force yourself to stand. You stumble forward to brace yourself against Steve’s shoulder, blindly reaching out for Nancy. Steve doesn’t say anything when he grabs your hand and puts it against her shoulder.

And while the relief is immediate and you no longer feel like someone is trying to use your skull as a tube of toothpaste, you also lose all bearing and sense of space. One second you see a house with a beautiful stained glass window, the next it’s spiders, and then it’s the intensely loud, overwhelming buzzing of what you know is a tattoo gun. There’s nothing for you to do, like this; you barely feel your body at all.

You can’t move. Much less speak.

You can’t speak, but you can think, at least. And you’re pretty sure that you’ve still got your hand on Nancy’s shoulders. So, with what little focus and energy you have left, praying that no one’s decided to step on the mattress, you try to ignore the sights and sounds around you and focus on Eddie’s trailer.

You’re almost relieved when you feel your stomach drop, and when you start to feel Nancy’s knit sweater under your fingers, you think you grip it so tightly it might rip.

You’re knocked out before you even hit the ground.

You’re dreaming.

That’s the first thought that runs through your head.

Everything is black around you, as far as you can see. There’s water lapping at your feet, barely an inch deep. You kick your right foot up, then your left. You put your hands up in front of you and look at them. Flex your fingers slowly, one by one, before turning your hands over to look at your palms. You make fists as tightly as you can before releasing the tension and letting your hands fall back down to your sides.

It’s quiet here. Nice. Calm. You could stay here a while, you think.

So you sit down on the water-covered ground and pull your knees up to your chest. You tap your toes in the water. It’s not cold, you don’t think. If anything, it’s the exact same temperature as the air around you. The only real indication that you’re in water is the vague cooling sensation you get when it starts evaporating from your skin, and when it seeps up into your clothes.

There isn’t even any ringing in your ears, you notice.

It’s completely quiet.

You find yourself wishing there was music, and no sooner do you think it does a small tape deck appear in front of you. In the time it took you to blink, it was just… there. You can almost feel all the muscles in your face when you frown. You can tell there’s already a cassette in there. Uncurling yourself,you slowly crawl a few feet forward and reach out to hit the play button. The familiar opening of Burnin’ For You fills the empty void you’re sitting in, and just the sound feels like a warm blanket around you.

There’s a brief moment where you think you can hear another voice, just under the music. But you’re quick to ignore it; you’re comfortable here. No pain, no pressure, no obligation, nothing at all, in fact. Except for you, and music, and comfortable lukewarm water.

The obvious and discordant sound of a busy dial tone makes you sigh. You stab at the stop button with a little too much force, but the sudden silence lets you hear someone gasp behind you.

You nearly trip and land face first in your hurry to get up. And when you turn around, water splashing around you, there’s a scream stuck in your throat. You shuffle back a few steps and put your hands down from where you had thrown them up in front of you .

“Are… Eleven?”

She’s taller, obviously, and her hair’s buzzed short instead of the length you’d dreamt of it being at Starcourt. But there’s something about her expression that makes it almost impossible to mistake who she is.

She frowns and turns to look behind her. When she does, it’s like wisps of smoke appear out of nowhere and rapidly coalesce into the inside of someone’s trailer. Or, part of it, at least. You’re not entirely sure how, but you get the impression that it’s Max’s. You can see the TV set and the couch, you can see the wall, and everyone gathered around Nancy.

Fear forgotten in lieu of concern and curiosity, to walk up next to Eleven and stare on at the scene in front of you.

“What is this place?”

“In between,” Eleven says, turning to look at you instead. “How are you here?”

“I don’t know,” you answer quietly, turning to look at her as well. “I’ve never—this hasn’t happened before. Is it because of you?”

Eleven doesn’t answer in favour of heading off towards everyone, walking briskly behind the couch Dustin is standing next to. She’s next to the television and looking around, confused, when she points at everyone.

“You. Where are you?”

“Wha-what do you mean, where am I? I’m right here.”

“No,” Eleven says, with an edge of frustration in her voice. “There, with them. Where are you?”

You frown and open your mouth in realization. She’s… you assume she’s right in thinking you should be around there, in the trailer, somewhere. You turn around on yourself once, trying to see if anything else will just suddenly materialize in front of you, but there’s nothing.

“Eddie’s not there either, so he’s probably with me,” you say in a hurry, walking over to Eleven. “Do you know who he is? Mike probably told you, right? Long hair, about this tall—”

You move to put your hand up, but Eleven quickly grabs your hand and pulls you along with her with a nod. She pulls you back through the living room and, you imagine, through the trailer hallway, and just like magic, wisps of smoke appear again. And there you are, laid down on a bed, with Eddie cradling your head and pressing something to the back of your neck.

“That’s… really fucking weird,” you mutter, reaching up to touch the back of your neck when you feel something cool there. “In between… is this like, some kind of limbo? Are we having an out of body experience right now?”

“Kind of, I guess,” Eleven says almost airly, moving to crouch next to your unconscious body on the bed. “What happened to you?”

“I guess I passed out after I plane shifted.”

“What’s… plane shifting?”

You let out an amused huff and lower yourself to the ground next to Eleven. “I can go back and forth between home and the Upside Down by myself. I can just think about it and then… poof.”

“Poof,” she repeats quietly, reaching out for your body’s hand on the bed. You grab her wrist before she can touch you.

“Wait, I can’t wake up yet.” You let her go when Eleven pulls her hand back into her lap. “What do you know about what’s happening right now? Do you know about Vecna?”

“Henry.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“His name is Henry,” she clarified, holding out her forearm to you. You gingerly let your fingers rest below the 011 tattoo. “He’s number One.”

“Fuck me,” you breathe, pulling your hand away in favour of running it through your hair. “So he’s like you? From the lab?”

Eleven frowns but nods. “How do you know?”

“I’ve dreamt about you. About everything that’s happened since…” You trail off and swallow thickly. “Since, uh. Since Will went missing. When you opened the gate.”

Though she turns to look away from you, you have a feeling you know what kind of expression is on her face. You clear your throat and wring your hands in your lap.

“So what.. Did you hear anything they were talking about back there?”

A nod. “They want to kill him. Kill Henry, when he’s trying to kill Max.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“She’s going to stop the music and make him hunt her,” Eleven continues, and you hear the same anger beginning to bubble up in her voice as you’re feeling in your chest. “When he’s alone in the attic, they’re going to kill him.”

“That’s insane!” you shout, standing up and motioning wildly behind you. “They’ll get themselves killed! There’s no way he’s not going to know they’re coming after him!”

“I know,” Eleven says curtly, getting up and turning to you, grabbing at your wrist. “But hey won’t be alone. I’ll get out. I can help.”

“Get out?” You repeat,using your free hand to grab at her shoulder. “Get out of where? Where are you?”

“I don’t have time,” Eleven says, turning her head to look at the scene behind her that’s slowly starting to fade away. “I don’t have time,” she repeats more urgently, and pulls at your wrist when she turns back to look at you. “But you do. You need to help them. You need to hide them.”

“What—man, you don’t make sense, how am I supposed to hide four grown ass—”

“I have to go,” Eleven cuts you off, releasing your wrist and stepping away. “Tell them when you wake up. Tell them I’m coming. Please. Hide them. Hide.”

You’re gasping for breath when you wake up like you’d been unable to breathe for the past few minutes. You don’t bother opening your eyes. You reach out and wave your hand around for a second before it finds and lands on Eddie’s face, effectively shutting him up, and push him away.

“Quiet, nerd, I’m processing,” you croak, pulling the cold washcloth from beneath your neck and covering your eyes with your free arm.

“Processing?” Eddie parrots incredulously, swatting your hand away and out of his face. “The hell does that mean?”

You sigh wearily and groan as you try to sit up. When your arms buckle and before you can fall back down, Eddie’s sat down on the side of the bed and throws an arm around your shoulders and a hand beneath your collarbones to help prop you up.

“How long have I been out?”

“Literally hours, dude, it’s already morning.”

You swear under your breath and gesture wildly at Eddie to get off the bed. When he does, you swing your legs over the side and, with a deep breath, get up and hold onto his shoulder for dear life.

“Oh boy, being conscious doesn’t feel good,” you groan, wrapping your free arm around your stomach and swallowing down the nausea. “They got anything to eat? I need food before I rip Max a new one.”

With his arm now under yours, Eddie half-drags you to the kitchen counter, which you immediately slump against. He’s rummaging through the cupboard, and it’s only when you have your hand deep in a half-empty box of cheerios that you realize it’s eerily quiet in the trailer.

You look up to find everyone doing their best to pretend they hadn’t been staring very intently at you just a second earlier. You slowly resume your crunchy chewing and swallow loudly before waving at the small crowd in front of you.

“I’m fine, you may resume your commiserating until I’ve eaten enough to bitch about how fucking stupid your plan is.”

Your comment is greeted with a cacophony of arguments—”It’s not stupid!” and “Do you have a better idea?” and, your favourite, “We don’t have our witch so what else can we do?”

You finish your second handful of cheerios and nod quietly, trying to untangle each upset voice from each other and clear your throat.

“You don’t physically have your witch,” you specify, digging back into the box of cheerios. Eddie helpfully passes you a bottle of something to wash it down. Though you hope it’s beer, a quick sniff of it reveals that it’s just boring root beer.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Steve asks, arms crossed from his place on the couch. “El’s literally not here.”

“Physically, no, you’re right,” you start, passing the box over to Eddie who eagerly shoves his hands in it with a quiet thank you. “We talked. She’s gonna—”

“You talked?” Dustin cuts you off, incredulously, holding a hand out to make you pause. “You talked. To Eleven. You were just gonna move right on past that?”

“Yeah, Henderson, we talked. Shut up and listen,” you grumble, and with a grunt of effort, pull yourself up to sit on the counter. “She doesn’t like the idea of you,” you start, staring intently at Max. “Using yourself as bait. And honestly? I hate the idea too, it’s way too dangerous. Y’all seem to have forgotten that we don’t just have a couple bloodthirsty, hormonal sportsball players after us. It’s the whole god damn town. Anyone finds any one of us and we’re screwed. Nevermind literally anything finding us in the Upside Down.”

“No one’s looking for me or Robin, or even Steve,” Nancy retorts, almost too quietly for you to hear. She glances around at the other two and they both nod eagerly.

“Yeah,” Robin chimes in. “I fly under everyone’s radar, no one’s gonna be looking for me.”

You shake your head and cross your arms. “Won’t matter, if you’re seen with any of the rest of us, you’re done. Right? Cause you kids got yourselves arrested?”

Lucas, Dustin and Max have the decency to look down or away when you look at them.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You sigh and throw your head back, looking up at the ceiling like it’ll offer some kind of reassurance or encouragement. Though it doesn’t come from the ceiling, you do feel a warm hand gently rest on your knee. You run your tongue along your teeth when you bring your head back and look at Eddie.

“You got a plan in there, Cleric?” He asks, turning to put the now-empty box of cheerios in the sink.

“Eleven said she’s coming,” you start slowly, looking down at your socked feet as you swing them. “I don’t know where she is, she just said she’d ‘get out’, whatever that means.”

“She’s in trouble,” Lucas says, looking over at Dustin. “That's probably why no one’s picking up the phone. No way Mike would just sit there and do nothing.”

“And if Mike’s gone, so’s Will.” Dustin adds, and there’s a dawning look of realization creeping into everyone’s face.

“And where Will goes—” Robin starts, looking over to Nancy.

“...Jonathan follows.”

“Shit,” Dustin whispers, bringing both hands up to his head and turning away.

“So I’m guessing that this is like, a really bad thing.” Eddie looks nervously back and forth between everyone, until his eyes land back on you. “Anything else?”

“Well, I know Vecna is Henry,” you start, and Dustin and Lucas both say ‘One’ at the same time. “Right, whatever, Miscellaneous TK Asshole. Doesn’t matter. Point is that he’s just another lab kid like Eleven.”

“Absolutely not just like Eleven,” Steve grumps.

“No, she’s right,” Dustin says. “We literally just talked about this.”

“Yeah and the conclusion of that conversation was fucking stupid,” you reiterate, and don’t miss how Eddie’s fingers grip your knee justa bit tighter. “It’s reckless. If any of us get interrupted at any point, or if someone so much as spots us, we’re done for.”

“We haven’t figured out the distraction either,” Eddie adds, and you frown as you turn to look at him.

“What distraction?”

“One team goes to kill Vecna in the Upside Down and one team distracts the demobats,” Steve explains quickly, though it sounds like he’s starting to realize that yeah, it does sound like a dumb plan, actually.

“Demobats, alright,” you mutter, rubbing your face with both hands before letting them fall into your lap. “The whole killing Vecna thing is the only good part about that. Using Max as bait is too risky. Using people as a distraction is also fucking stupid. Do none of you remember—”

The lump in your throat forces you to stop talking. You lick your lips nervously and look back up to the ceiling to try and dry your misty eyes.

“...she’s not wrong,” Nancy speaks up, a little bit louder this time. “There’s already enough people dead. We don’t need to be taking unnecessary risks.”

You’re pinching the bridge of your nose to attempt to get your lacrimal glands back under control when it hits you. Hide them, she said. You start to snap your fingers and point to Eddie and Dustin in turn.

“Uhhh, quick, uh, the uh, the cleric spell list, prevents evil damage or something.”

Dustin and Eddie both flounder for a second before Lucas is the one to answer.

“P-protection from evil!”

“That’s the bitch!” You shout, hopping off the counter and bouncing off your feet. “For all intents and purposes, TK Asshole is a lich, right? I can just ‘Protection From Evil’ you before you go find Vecna and you’ll be good!”

“That’s assuming you can even do that,” Steve points out, uncrossing his arms to gesture vaguely at you. “You can go to the Upside Down and apparently prevent someone from like, telepathically communicating with you, but that doesn’t mean you can do anything else.”

You huff through your nose and, in an act of defiance, screw your eyes shut.

This unleashes a wave of panicked screaming and you’re backed up into the counter by Eddie, whose hands have a vice grip on your shoulders and whose eyes are nearly wild with fear.

“Do not,” he growls, actually growls, out at you. You put your hands up in surrender with a quiet whimper. He keeps you in place for a few more seconds as the room quiets down, but gives you a small shake before letting go. “Don’t.” You nod mutely before the room’s attention is drawn back to Lucas.

“If he does work like a lich,” he starts, looking from Dustin to Erica before his eyes land on Eddie. “He’s gonna have a phylactery.”

“Please make sense,” Robin pleads from her place on the floor.

“A phylactery is kind of like, a genie’s bottle, I guess?” You try to explain, looking over to Eddie for help.

“Basically it won’t matter if we kill him if he has an object his life essence is tied to. He’ll just keep coming back.”

“How do we know he even has one of those things?” Steve asks.

“It’s actually not all that crazy,” Dustin says, motioning to you. “Everything she can do matches the cleric spell list. So far, almost everything we’ve encountered works just like some kind of DND mechanic.”

“Which is absolutely weird and insane.”

“Thank you, Robin, that is weird and insane,” Steve huffs, frowning. “What if it’s just a coincidence?”

“Yeah, I mean, you can’t even use Cure Light Wounds,” Erica throws in, and you scoff and hold up your palms. She quirks a brow and looks at you like you grew another head.

“I kind of crash landed and busted my hands when I plane shifted to find you bozos,” you explain, nodding over at Nancy, Steve and Robin. “I didn’t want to risk it on Steve, so I tried it on myself when we were walking to the Wheelers’ house. It didn’t really do anything on the spot, but,” and you shake your hands to bring the attention back to the smooth, unmarred skin of your palms. “It kicked in at some point. So yeah, I absolutely can use Cure Light Wounds, thank you.”

You’re getting really tired of the room’s decibel count obnoxiously rising almost every other time you open your mouth.

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niobiumao3 · 8 months

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I was getting ready for work, in a hurry because I'd overslept, going, fuck fuck I need to be there to let in the student intern fuck. And my roommate at the time (a chem PhD student) comes out and says, "Turn on the TV."

And I'm like what? And he's like "they're bombing us" and I'm like, what? who????

Anyways I get to the office late and say to said impatiently waiting intern 'man I am so sorry I'm late I imagine you heard though' and he says 'heard what'.

And I was like, 'uh. oh. so like...these planes...'

This is what it was like to be a post-college adult on 9/11: one morning you wake up late for work and the world is no longer the one you lived in. It was literally that immediate, that instantaneous.

My job's main office room had a view which was part of the landing pattern for the nearby airport. We would watch planes come and go all the time.

The sky was empty for days. It was eerie, quiet. Everyone's breath was held. What happens now? What's next? (Rampant Islamaphobia and horrific racism is what. Grotesque police state policies.)

I cannot explain how different the world was before 9/11 to people not old enough to remember it for themselves. When I try to I feel like I am talking about something from a book or a movie I saw once decades ago and can't actually remember too well anymore and lost my copy of in some move or another.

I would regularly go with friends to the airport to see them off from their flights, or come by to see them in the international terminal on a long layover. We'd have dinner next to their gate. That doesn't exist now.

The Twin Towers were scrubbed from episodes of shows set in NYC, from airing versions of movies like Men in Black. The Spiderman trailer featuring a helicopter caught in a web spun between them was pulled down (I still have a copy).

I flew to Denmark 3 weeks later. The co-worker I was making the trip for asked if I still wanted to go; I told him in all honesty if I didn't now I had no idea when I would be able to. I have probably one of the last few pre-9/11 passports. Had, I should say; I had to turn it in for a new one when I got it renewed recently. One with no RFID or any of the new nonsense. From the Before Time, a relic of a by-gone era when we didn't have to show our driver's licenses to get on a plane.

It was odd, the way people looked at me, knowing I was an American as soon as I spoke. The looks on their faces, wondering how I was taking it. How I was taking it was: great. Now all the fascists have an excuse to be shitty. And a Bush is even in office. Fucking wonderful.

'The world has changed,' Galadriel says at the beginning of Fellowship.

This world is so different. And it happened very quickly. Quicker than I would realize at the time.

#this is about 9/11

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The Night We Met

summary: Songfic based on "The Night We Met" by Lord Huron! (i'm awful at summaries i'm sorry) pairing: eddie munson x henderson!reader

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warnings: Major S4 Vol1 + Vol2 Spoilers!! fluff to heavy angst, cursing, light kissing/making out, major character death, not proofread, no use of y/n, gn reader / no pronouns or gender descriptions for reader except an implication of long hair (if i missed anything please lmk!!) a/n: it's my first time writing anything for stranger things or eddie munson so sorry if it sucks! feel free comment any thoughts or suggestions, they make my day <3

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I am not the only traveler Who has not repaid his debt

"No, Nance, I'm not going with you on a date! I refuse to be the third wheel again-"

The bedroom door burst open, shaking the pictures on your wall as Dustin invited himself inside. You sighed, used to his antics, "Hold on a sec' Nance." You shoved the phone face down into the pillowy fabric of your bed to muffle your talking.

"Christ, Dustin, how many times do I have to tell you to knock on the damn door?" You groaned dramatically at the interruption.

"I need you to pick me up after the hellfire campaign tonight."

"That's nice." You picked up your phone to continue your conversation.

"Oh, come on-"

You slammed the phone back down, "Dustin! I'm in the middle of an important conversation right now. Can't you just bike home like you always do?"

"No! It's gonna be pouring! That would be like five miles in the rain!" His voice cracks as he waves his arms dramatically. "Do you really want me to get soaking wet, and then catch a cold, and then die because you made me bike home all by myself in the-"

"Dustin!"

"I'm just asking!"

You groaned in annoyance once again, knowing that he's already reeled you in. "Say the magic word." You smirk him, tapping your finger against the phone impatiently.

Dustin huffs, crossing his arms childishly, "Fine. Will you please pick me up from Hellfire tonight?"

You pretended to think it over before you finally gave in, "Fine! But I swear if you run so much as ten minutes late, I will leave you there to walk home."

"Thank you, you're the best!" He hollers back at you, racing back down the stairs and leaving your door wide open. "DUSTIN!"

I've been searching for a trail to follow again Take me back to the night we met

You pulled up into the trailer park, feeling the bumpy traction from the gravel underneath you. You parked in front of the trailer Dustin instructed you to, noting the quiet atmosphere of the lot. You probably wouldn't normally find it eerie except for the fact that you were alone and in the dark with no one in sight. To distract yourself while you waited for the campaign to end you decided to play some music. You searched through the heap of cassettes in your glovebox, settling on your brand new and already overused tape of Master of Puppets by Metallica. You popped it in and let yourself get distracted by the music. You began absent-mindedly tapping against your steering wheel, lost in your own little bubble. So lost, in fact, that you didn't notice that the campaign had ended.

The club members filed out of the trailer, saying their farewells and heading off in their respective directions. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike all said their goodbyes before heading towards your car. Eddie watched the kids trail off, opening the doors to hop inside. Suddenly he heard a wave of music flooding from your vehicle. Is that... Metallica?

He peered his head around to look through the windshield. He was just too curious to see who this mystery person was who happened to be listening to one of his favorite bands. As he looked in, he could see a glimpse of your face through the window. You looked like you were talking to the kids in the back seat, peering at them through the rearview mirror. He swore he could feel his stomach swarm with butterflies, something he'd never felt before. Something that made him want to vomit up all the cheesy feelings and stomp them out on the pavement.

Eddie had seen you around in school. You were in his year, but he had always just admired you from afar. The more he admired you, the more he wanted to know about you. He started taking note of all your quirks and habits. He noticed how you would always put a heart next to your name on tests, and sometimes a little smiley face. He noticed how you always tied your hair back at lunch with the hair tie that was permanently engraved in your wrist. He noticed how you would poke little holes into your eraser with your pencil when there was a particularly difficult exam. He would never admit it, but he had been harboring a growing crush on you for a while. Thought you were gorgeous, but definitely way out of his league. You were attractive, smart, kind, and almost always had jocks and cheerleaders fawning all over you... but now that he knew you were into metal? Now he was a goner.

He admired you as you talked, watching how the light from the streetlamps illuminated you face with this perfect, golden glow. It made you look almost angelic. He got so wrapped up in his staring that he almost didn't notice you staring right back at him. When he caught your gaze, he could feel heat rising up to his face.

You noticed his staring, sending a kind smile his way. He smiled back at you as he shifted his weight on his feet awkwardly. Man, did he have a pretty smile. Not just his smile, everything about him was attractive, and you found his awkwardness to be extremely endearing. You offered a small wave before kicking your car in reverse and pulling out of the lot.

"Hey, Dustin, who was that?" You ask, eyes trained on the road ahead.

"Who?"

"The guy with the long hair."

"Oh him?" Dustin asked curiously, "That's Eddie. Our DM? I figured you'd know of him. I mean, he is in your year."

Oh, you knew of him. The whole town practically knew of him at this point, being one of the few proud metalheads and DnD nerds in Hawkins. Of course, you already knew of him, but you had never really put much thought into it. You always respected him, admiring how he was so unapologetically himself and could always speak his mind. You had just never gotten the chance to speak to him. Well, you actually had many chances considering he was in most of your classes and close with your little brother. You had just never been able to muster up the courage to talk to him before.

Eddie Munson.

Little did you know that Eddie Munson felt the exact same way about you, and it was only a matter of time before your paths would cross.

And then I can tell myself What the hell I'm supposed to do

"Stephen King, huh?"

You practically jumped out of your seat at the sudden interruption. You look up to see the one and only Eddie Munson, a sarcastic smirk on his face. "A little jumpy for someone who's into horror." He teases lightheartedly, noting your lack of response.

"Oh, uh... yeah. Guess I just didn't hear you coming." You reply awkwardly, placing a bookmark between the open pages before setting the book to the side. You slide over on the doorstep, inviting him to sit beside you. You could hear the booming music and loud chatter from inside still bouncing off the walls behind you.

"You have good taste." He smiles at you, this time much less smug. "Not a fan of parties?"

"Not so much. Too many people." You shrug, fiddling with the sleeves of your varsity jacket anxiously. "You don't seem like the party type either, Munson."

He leaned back, palms pushing into the harsh pavement with a dramatic sigh. "Well, when money calls."

Eddie could sense your nervous energy, watching how you could barely sit still. He noticed all your tells: your restless fidgeting, how you chewed your bottom lip raw, the way your leg bounced up and down in a way that made your whole-body shake. He felt a small pang in his chest as he realized how uncomfortable you must be feeling. He had the urge to put his hand on your bouncing knee to calm you down, but he didn't want to make you even more uncomfortable, so he didn't.

"So why did you stay? If you don't like parties, I mean. You here with someone?" He asks nervously, secretly hoping you weren't with anyone.

You looked down at your hands, almost embarrassed to admit it. "I came with some girls from my class that practically dragged me here. They left with some guys a couple of hours ago and now I don't have a ride home." You trailed off, not wanting to seem too pathetic. "I'm waiting for some friends to get off of work and pick me up."

Eddie's face softened, all of a sudden feeling this unexplainable anger towards a group of girls he didn't even know. "When does their shift end?"

You checked the watch on your wrist, "In about an hour or so."

"Honey, it's freezing out here!"

Honey, Honey, Honey. You felt a light blush tint your cheeks at the nickname.

"You can't wait out here for an hour, you freeze to death." He thought for a moment before offering, "I can drive you home if you want? My van's parked just across the street."

He really hoped you didn't think he was some sort of creep.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be any trouble-"

"Nonsense!" He said with his usual dramatics, causing you laugh. God, he loved your laugh. He wanted to be the one to make you do that all the time.

"Well, if you insist." You smiled, taking his hand as he helped you up off the ground. His hand lingered on yours for a moment longer than necessary before dropping it with an awkward shift. You would have been lying if you said you weren't a little bit disappointed.

He walked you over to his van in almost complete silence, both of you too awkward and nervous to come up with anything interesting to say. Once you got into the passenger's seat, he opened up his glove box to reveal a huge selection of cassettes that almost rivaled yours. Almost.

"Pick anything you'd like." He said absent mindedly as he turned on his engine, letting you freely rummage through the pile. You let out an excited gasp, seeing your current favorite song amongst the collection. Master of Puppets. You quickly pull it out, excitedly handing it to him to put in the player.

He took the tape, fingers ever so slightly brushing yours, sending little shocks through you at the contact. He turned it over to look at the title, causing a wolfish grin to spread across his face. "I knew it! You, Henderson, are a cute little metal freak." He exclaimed teasingly, pushing the cassette into the player.

You felt a much heavier blush spread across your face this time, biting your cheek to hold back a giddy smile. He thinks I'm cute?

"Shut up, Munson."

And then I can tell myself Not to ride along with you

You laid against Eddie's chest, his arm wrapped comfortably around your waist as the two of you laid on his couch watching Sleepaway Camp. It had become a weekend tradition to have a movie night at Eddie's, and this week was his turn to pick the movie. You watched as a particularly gory scene came on, hiding your face in his chest and gripping his shirt like a like your life depended on it. He laughed softly, rubbing soothing circles into your hip. He definitely didn't choose a scary movie just so he could have an excuse to hold you.

"Scared?" He leaned down to whisper in your ear, the warmth of his closeness calming you.

You buried your face further into him to hide your embarrassment, "Just shut up and watch the movie Munson."

It had been months since Eddie drove you home from that party, and the two of you had quickly become inseparable. You saw each other practically every day and told each other everything. Well, almost everything. He was your best friend, but you wished so badly that he was more. Besides, Robin and Steve wouldn't hesitate to tease you relentlessly for it and you wanted more than anything to be able to shove it back in their smug faces.

You finally willed yourself to look at the screen again, getting anxious with the suspense.

"Hey, hey-" Eddie tilted your chin up to look at him, gently pulling your lip out from between your teeth where you were gnawing at it nervously. "Don't do that. You'll make yourself bleed."

"Oh..." Was all you could find within yourself to reply. With the close proximity of your faces and his hand under your chin, thumb still lingering on your bottom lip, you were starting to get a little lightheaded. Your eyes flickered down to his lips before you could catch yourself. You quickly averted your gaze to his neck, hoping he hadn't noticed. He noticed.

He let his eyes wander back down to your lips, slowly leaning in towards you. You felt his lips barely brush against yours, his warm breath fanning your face as he waited for confirmation that you wanted this too. He looked at you with the softest look you'd ever seen, silently asking for permission. You finally leaned forward to close the gap, feeling yourself melt into him. Both of you smiled into the kiss as you felt the cliche fireworks go off in your heads. You moved your hands around his neck, entangling your fingers to lightly tug at the hair near the nape of his neck. He let out a soft moan, so soft you almost missed it, muffled by your lips on his. The response sent a swarm of butterflies to your stomach. He placed his hands on your hips, shifting you to straddle his waist so you were in a more comfortable position. You noticed how his lips were surprisingly soft despite refusing to use chapstick, and you could taste cigarettes, the slightest hint of weed, and something sugary you couldn't quite place. His hands gripped tighter at your hips, slowly moving under your (his) t-shirt to rest on your waist. His cold rings made contact with your skin, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake. You softly giggled into the kiss, slightly ticklish.

You eventually let your hands fall to his chest as the two of you reluctantly pulled apart for some much-needed air. The two of you just sat there staring lovingly at each other, panting as you tried to catch your breath.

"One hell of a first kiss." He teased, a dorky smile on his lips.

"Go big or go home." You smiled down at him, absolutely giddy with adoration. "I like you, like, a lot... If that wasn't clear."

"I Like you" was an understatement.

Eddie's heart swelled, "I like you a lot too."

That was an understatement too.

He leaned up to press another peck to your pretty lips, neither of you able to wipe the smiles off your faces. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to tell you that. To do that."

You leaned down to press excited, loving kisses across his cheek and down his neck, nuzzling your head into his shoulder. "Me too, Eds."

The grip you had on his shirt was loosening as the day finally caught up to you. Eddie rubbed your back soothingly as you started you started to fall asleep in his hold. "It's okay. I'm right here, sweetheart." He whispered quietly into your hair, "You can rest now."

He held you close to his chest as you finally let your eyes flutter shut, the film playing in the background long forgotten as he carried you off to his room to let you sleep.

Yeah, Eddie thought as he admired you, This is the one I'm going to marry someday.

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met

"Eddie? Eddie!" You whisper shouted uselessly, shining a flashlight into a dusty window.

"Yeah, that'll find him." Dustin snarked, shaking his head in disappointment as he walked towards Steve.

You and your brother were with Steve, Robin, and Max, searching around a seemingly abandoned house in search of Eddie. You banged the flashlight against the window, coughing as dust fell into your face.

Robin started hollering out for Reefer Rick while Dustin and Steve argued pointlessly over whether or not Steve could take a squirrel in a fight.

"Hey guys..." Max caught our group's attention, her gaze fixed to a shack behind the house, "Has anyone checked back there yet?"

The lot of you ran through the grass and into the broken-down boathouse. You carefully surveyed the area, making sure not to step on any loose floorboards. The rest of the group looked around, Robin occasionally sneezing due to the amount of dust.

You and Dustin looked around, searching for easy hiding places. "It looks pretty empty."

"Yeah, I'm missing collar bones, not eye's."

"Stop talking."

Steve studied a window covered in cobwebs, "What a dump." He grabbed an oar off the wall, making his way back over towards a tarp covered boat, poking and stabbing it. You watched him for a moment before losing your patience, "What are you doing?"

He shrugged at you like it was obvious, continuing to poke at it, "He might be in there."

Your little brother piped up, also losing his patience, "So take the tarp off."

"If you're so brave, you take the tarp off!" Steve and Dustin continued their usual bickering. You quickly lost interest, growing increasingly more worried about your missing boyfriend. Especially considering all the accusations against him. Not that you believed any of them, of course. Eddie could barely kill a bug without crying, there was no way in hell he was a murderer. You were just worried that he would be put in danger, and you would do most anything to try to avoid that. You honestly didn't know what you'd do if something happened to him.

"Hey, look over here!" Robin and Max displayed a clutter of snacks, food wrappers, and empty cans. "Someone was here."

"Maybe he heard us?" Steve added, "Got spooked and ran?"

Dustin chimed in again, "Don't worry, Steve will get him with his oar!"

Steve deadpanned to Dustin as you held back a laugh, "I know you think you're being funny, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slightest-" Suddenly Steve was being pushed up against the wall with a shard of broken glass pressed to his throat. Everyone jumped back in terror, before noticing exactly who was on the other side of the glass.

"Eddie?" Eddie's face softened as soon as he heard your voice, turning to face you and immediately dropping the glass to the floor. He looked at you with a fear in his eyes that you had never seen before. He looked confused and scared out of his mind. It made your heart squeeze as you looked at his trembling hands. You immediately walked over and pulled him into a bone crushing hug, shoving your face into the crook of his neck. "I was so worried about you." Your words came out muffled, cheek squished into his shoulder.

His shaky hands came up to pull you impossibly closer, "I didn't do it. I- I tried to save her, but she wouldn't wake up. I didn't know what to do, and I ran-"

"Shh, It's okay. I know." You whispered soothingly, "I know. You don't have to convince me, Eds. I believe you."

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met

"There's no way it's been busy for three days. That's not Joyce." Max argued, slamming the phone back into place on the wall.

"She's right," Nancy agreed, pacing back and forth across the room, "it can't be a coincidence."

You tense up in your seat, "But Vecna can't hurt them there, right? I mean, not outside of Hawkins."

"Not if he's dead." Nancy said firmly, giving you a determined look that made your stomach twist with stress. Eddie must have noticed your leg start to bounce anxiously because he rested his hand on your knee, rubbing your leg to try to calm your nerves.

"We have to go back into the Upside Down."

"What?!" You, Eddie, Erica, and Dustin all gasped simultaneously. Eddie started violently shaking his head, "Nope, absolutely not."

"Nance, you know I love you." You started, hands fidgeting with Eddie's rings as your anxiety kicked up to 100%, "but are you out of your mind?!"

Steve started towards Nancy, hands raised in surrender as if he was afraid to set her off, "Let's think this through-"

"What is there to think through!" she snapped.

Steve piped up again, "Max almost died, Nance."

"That's because we weren't prepared." Nancy countered, "This time, we will be."

"He's not afraid of us."

"Yeah, and for good reason!" It was now Robin's turn to speak up, "We were wrong about Vecna/Peter/Henry/001. He's a number like Eleven only a sick, evil, male, child murdering version of her."

Nancy sighed, unable to understand Robin's fast paced nature, "What's your point?"

"My point is he's super powerful. It's not fair, right?"

"Then why fight fair?" Dustin started, "You're right, he's like Eleven which means-"

"Which means we have the upper hand. We know all her strengths and weaknesses." You finished, jumping up from your place on the couch and towards your brother.

Erica raised her brow, sceptical, "Weaknesses?"

"Yeah, when El remote-travels she goes into this trance like state." Dustin clarified, "I'm willing to bet the same is true for Vecna."

Lucas jumped to his feet, snapping his fingers at his revelation, "Which explains what he was doing in the attic!"

"Exactly." You add, "So that would mean that when he attacks his next victim, he'll be back in that attic. Physical body defenseless."

"Defenseless?" Eddie scoffed, "What about the giant army of angry bats?"

Dustin started pacing, trying to think of something "We'll have to find a way past them. Distract them somehow."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious." You snapped, letting your nerves get the best of you as you begin to dig your nails into the palms of your hands, also pacing the room.

"Yeah, distract them." Eddie asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he walked over to you, grabbing your hands in his, "And how are we supposed to do that exactly?"

"No idea..."

Eddie dropped his head onto your shoulder laughing nervously like a mad man, "We're dead. We are absolutely dead."

"But-" Dustin continued, trying to be optimistic, "Once their gone, Vecna doesn't stand a chance. It'll be like slaying Dracula in his sleeping coffin."

Eddie wrapped his arms around you, letting his head rest on the back of your shoulder to stop you from pacing as well as calm his own worries, "Yeah okay, that's great in theory, but we still don't know what the bats are capable of." You grumble out, wanting nothing more than for all of this to be over.

"Yeah, and there's no pattern to Vecna's killings either. We don't know when, or who he's going to get next."

"Yes, we do." Max stepped forward and into the conversation. "I can still feel him."

Everyone turned their attention towards the younger teen, plotting and debating our next move. You tried to pay attention but you just couldn't focus on the words anymore. You zoned out as your whole body went rigid with dread. It's not like you haven't fought the supernatural before. You've been fighting it since your freshman year when Will first went missing... but this was different. Something was off and you couldn't shake that uneasy feeling in your stomach. You couldn't get rid of the swirling thoughts in your head telling you something you didn't want to hear. Not everyone was going to make it this time.

When the night was full of terrors

"Five!" Dustin shouted over the earth-shattering music; eye's locked onto the swarm of bats heading directly for you. You watched Eddie as he continued playing his precious guitar; playing the song he learned for you. The iconic, Master of Puppets. Maybe you were crazy, but you wished desperately that you weren't in imminent danger right now because my god did he look good doing it.

"Four!" The bats screech and scratch as they get closer, making goosebumps raise on the back of your neck. You watch Eddie intensely, both of you waiting for the cue to run like your life depended on it, because it did.

"Three!"

They were almost here.

"Two!"

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears.

"One! Run!" The three of you ran as fast as your feet could carry you, almost tripping over the slimy vines covering the area. Eddie helped you and Dustin off the roof, pushing you up the steps. You all shoved your way inside the trailer, shutting the door tight behind you. You panted and stared up at Eddie wide eyed, Dustin having a similar expression written on his face.

"Most. Metal. EVER!" You shouted, jumping into your boyfriend's arms as adrenaline took over. The three of you squealed and jumped around in achievement like excited children.

And your eyes were filled with tears

Your little celebration was cut short by the sound of sharp, scraping footsteps above you. You all snap back to reality, refocusing your attention on the situation at hand. You still didn't fully know the abilities these bats actually possessed. You pulled yourself out of Eddie's protective hold, turning to grab your weapons off the floor. "I don't like the sound of that." Your voice lowered down to an almost-whisper, trying to listen to the thuds through the thin metal. The boys hadn't yet mastered the skill of volume control.

"They're on the roof!" Dustin squeaked, holding up his hand-made weapon.

"Yeah, no shit." You moved slowly to follow the sound. The boys timidly trail behind you, looking every which way just in case they were in for a surprise. Eddie picked up a weapon with a string of curses, adjusting spear in his hand nervously.

As the noise stopped, you all stared up at the roof with bated breath, waiting for something, anything, to happen.

Suddenly the vent burst open, a giant, ugly, demobat trying to force its way through the small space.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Eddie yelled over you and Dustin's screams as the three of you rapidly poked and stabbed at the bat, trying to either kill it or make it so sick of your assault that it leaves you alone. You watched out of the corner of your eye as Eddie dropped his weapon, grabbing a spare shield off of the floor. "Move!" Eddie shouted, practically shoving you and Dustin out of the way. He then pushed the nail covered shield up into the ceiling, effectively blocking the vent. The three of you heaved a breath of relief before Dustin's eye's go wide, face paling.

"Eddie... you don't have any other vents in here, right?"

"Shit!"

When you had not touched me yet

Eddie raced over towards the back of his trailer, you and Dustin hot on his trail. As soon as he's turning the handle to open the door, he's slamming it back shut just as an ambush of demobats swarmed in through the other vent. "Fuck fucking shit!" Eddie screeches against the door just as a bat pounds against it. "Go go go GO!"

The three of you stumbled over each other, rushing over to the open gate as fast as you could. "Up, Dustin!" You demanded as you and Eddie helped him up the rope and safely down onto the other side. Eddie ushered you to the rope, "Go! Come on!" Eddie practically begged as you hesitated, looking back to the door.

The demobats were making progress, dents and cracks in the wood only getting larger. You looked back at Eddie, looking into his eyes and seeing them almost glossed over with a look you didn't recognize. "We're running out of time!" You felt your stomach twist with anxiety, feeling the words stab right through your chest. He was right, you just didn't know then exactly what that meant.

You snapped out of your trance, hearing Dusting screaming for you to hurry up. You let Eddie help you back through the gate.

Oh, take me back to the night we met

You and Dustin stared through the gate as Eddie grabs the rope, shouting for him to hurry up and climb. You watch as he freezes, turning towards the door to see that the bats have almost broken it in completely. It's only a matter of time. You feel a lump start to form in your throat.

"Eddie come on! Hurry up!" Dustin shouts, "Christ, just climb!" You can hear the anxiety evident in his voice, making your heartbeat impossibly faster in your chest.

"Eddie!" You scream down, begging for him to hear you. "Eddie what are you doing!? Climb the rope! Climb the damn rope, Eddie!"

Eddie looks back up at Dustin for a moment before turning to you. You feel tears begin to prick your eyes as you whisper a choked "Please."

You see Eddie's eyes water with a shaky breath as he mouths out an "I'm sorry." with one last smile. You feel your entire body go static like a live wire as you watch him cut the rope connecting the worlds, leaving you with no way to him as he races out of the trailer, taunting the bats to follow him.

Your ears start to ring, drowning out the sound of Dustin's and your own screams, drowning out the screeching of the bats as they chase Eddie out of the trailer. You don't even have time to process your own movements as you pull a chair under the gate, standing on it to jump up through the portal. You land on the other side with a thud, letting out a pained sob as you hear your arm crack underneath you. A sharp pain shoots through you before turning into a dull throb, but you can't think about it right now. All you can think about is Eddie. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You use your good arm to push yourself to your feet, breaking out into a run as your legs move faster than your mind, pulling you out into the darkness.

"Eddie?!" You picked up your pace, clutching your arm to your chest and ignoring the hot tears rolling down your cheeks as you frantically searched the red storm around you, "Eddie!" Your heart plummeted to your feet as you turned a corner to see the swarm of bats starting to fly off into the distance. You see something lying on the floor and your head starts to go fuzzy. "Oh my god-"

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met

"Oh god-" You fall to your knees next to the love of your life, blinking away the tears to see blood pooling around you. "Oh god, what did they do to you?" You frantically take off the flannel you had wrapped around your waist, lifting him with a groan of pain to tie it tightly around his wounds in an attempt to slow the bleeding. You do the best you can with one arm, sobbing out frustratedly as you use all your strength to try to tie it tighter. You hear Dustin screaming in distress as he falls to the ground next to you.

"Sweetheart-"

"Don't worry, everything is going to be fine." You state firmly, voice wavering as you and Dustin begin to lift him up. "We're going to get you to a hospital, and everything is going to be okay.

"Don't-"

"Just hold on for me, okay? I'll fix this, I have to fix this" You sobbed frantically, "You just need-"

"Just-" you hear Eddie groan in pain as he softly squeezes your arm, "Just... give me a minute." You freeze, time slowing around you. You hesitantly put him down, not willing to accept where this was going. You move your hand to put pressure on his wounds, staring at the blood seeping onto your trembling hands through your teary vision.

You feel as though your head is under water, hearing a muffled conversation between Eddie and Dustin. You can hear your brother crying and panicking but the pounding in your head drowns it out. You refuse to let it end this way. It's not fair. It's not his time yet, it can't be. You haven't had enough time yet.

"Hey, hey-" You hear Eddie's weak voice and his cold hand softly brush a hair off of your cheek. "Please don't cry."

You feel your lip tremble as you finally look at his face, seeing him all beat up and bloody you let out a choked sob. You try to hold yourself together, wanting to stay strong for Dustin. Needing to stay strong for Eddie. "I didn't run this time, right?" He asks, smiling at you.

"No, no. You didn't run." You use your remaining strength to give him a weak smile back, "But god, do I wish you did."

You grab weakly at Eddie's wrist, pulling his hand gently off of your cheek and up to your chest. You hold his hand against your rapid heart, hoping that maybe you can transfer your life supply through to him. "Next time you do something stupid like that I'm gonna have to kick your ass." You say with a watery smile, trying to pretend that everything is fine for just a little bit longer.

He lets out a small, pained laugh, squeezing your hand just a little bit tighter. "Still got that date next weekend." Eddie says with a wobbly voice, and you can tell he's using all his strength just to stay conscious. You can see the tears pooling in his eyes, spilling slowly down his face, and it makes your throat feel like it's closing in. "Don't forget to pick out a movie, okay?"

You can only give a feeble nod and an "Okay." Unable to breathe properly anymore as your lungs feel like their frozen and on fire at the same time. His arm weakens and tenses in your hold. You can feel him trying to fight just a little bit longer for you, and you can hear his pain. You finally let out quiet tears as you realize that there's no getting out of this one. You can't run away from it forever.

You lean forward to press a soft kiss to his lips, tasting the bitter tang of his blood on your tongue, reminding you that this would be the last time you would feel his lips on yours. The last time you would touch him, laugh with him, hold his hand... everything. You didn't want to let go. You weren't ready. You finally make yourself pull away, resting your forehead against his to keep him close.

"I love you so, so much Eds." His eyes flutter, trying to stay open. He squeezes your hand, staring back into your eyes with all his energy. He tries to speak, and you know you'll break down if he does. "Shh, It's okay. I know," You whisper reassuringly, "I know." You can still hear Dustin's sobs and pleas from beside you.

"Don't worry about me, okay? Dustin and I'll take care of the kids while you're gone. We'll be okay." You prayed and wished for that to be true, but you knew it wasn't. How were you supposed to keep going if he was gone.

He looked so tired, and you knew you couldn't make him be in pain any longer. You can hear his staggered breathing begin to slow and you feel your silent tears falling onto his face as you will yourself to let him go. You have to let him go. "It's okay, I'm right here. You can rest now, Eds." You swallow the knife in your throat as you squeeze his hand three times, "I love you."

He finally allows his eyes to flutter shut with a weak smile, and his cold body goes limp beneath you. The dam finally breaks as you scream and sob for him to come back to you, body going numb as you cling to him. Dustin cries out behind you as he pulls you away from Eddie's lifeless body and towards the gate, away from the bats screeching in the distance.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Take me back to the night we met

You sit silently in the filled school gym as you watch everyone around you busy themselves. You offered to help Steve with the clothes, but he told you just to rest. You didn't put up a fight, knowing you couldn't do much with your arm in a full cast anyway.

As you sat there, your brain ran blank. Like the channel was switched, buzzing around with white noise. You haven't been able to speak in days. You've barely eaten, slept, showered. You just can't bring yourself to do anything anymore. You can't get the image of him bloody and afraid out of your head. Your hands haven't stopped trembling and it takes all your energy to stop yourself from sobbing. The only thing keeping you going at this point is Dustin, knowing he's struggling just as much and needs you with him.

Your eyes lift as you see Eddie's Uncle, Wayne Munson, trudging into the gym to put up a new missing poster for Eddie. You feel your chest tighten as you watch him do it, not even able to bring yourself to look at Eddie's picture. You reach into your pocket to feel the cold chain of the pick necklace you've been carrying around with you. You couldn't bring yourself to put it on. It felt wrong. So, you carried it in your pocket, wanting to have a piece of him with you. Looking at his uncle now, you know that he needs it more.

It's what Eddie would have wanted.

"Excuse me, Mr. Munson?" Even saying his last name hurt like barbed wire on your tongue. Mr. Munson whipped his head to glare at you, his gaze softening when he realized who you were.

You were over at the trailer with Eddie most nights, so you knew Wayne well. He leaned in to wrap you in a big bear hug, careful of your injured arm. You could feel his worry and you envied the hope he still had. The hope that you were about to strip away.

"Mr. Munson-"

"Please, darling, call me Wayne."

"Mr. Wayne. I, uh- Eddie wanted me to give you this." you croaked out, your throat feeling like sandpaper as you spoke. You pulled the chain from your pocket and placed it carefully into his hand. He stared at it for a moment, his face holding a blank expression you couldn't read.

"Where- How did you get this?"

You had to mentally restrain yourself, not wanting to break down in front of everyone. Especially not someone who loved Eddie as much as you knew his uncle did.

"I was with him when- the uh... the earthquake happened." It made your stomach curl with nausea to lie about what really happened, but you knew there wasn't another option.

He moved his gaze from the necklace up to your face, "And where is Eddie now?"

Your face paled, lip quivering as you swallowed back the dry lump in your throat. Your silence was all the answer he needed. "I'm so sorry."

He sat down on a nearby table to steady himself, clutching the necklace tight enough that his knuckles turned white. You could see his eyes fill with tears and you sat down beside him, leg bouncing with anxiety. "I wish everyone had gotten to know him." You started, holding back fresh tears, "Really know him." You looked down at your hands, fiddling with the ring Eddie gave you all those months ago. "Because they would have loved him, Mr. Munson."

"They would have loved him."

The two of you sat in quiet sorrow, neither one of you strong enough anymore to speak another word.

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little-miss-losing-her-mind · 10 months

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“ i know you’re in love with me. “

"What?" She turned toward him quickly, her hair whipping through the air after her as she squinted at him. "What, that... that's ridiculous." She tried to laugh it off, but she could feel her heart beating a mile a minute. In the midst of her life-changing and flip-flopping all over the place during her senior year of high school, stepping out of her comfort zone and toward Eddie had been very central.

It had also meant that she maybe, possibly, just potentially had some more-than-friendly feelings building up, but she thought she had been pretty good at keeping all of that stuff to herself.

Apparently, she had been wrong.

"I'm not in love with you," she insisted, though it didn't sound too convincing, not even to her. Maybe it was because she didn't think it would work. They came from very, very different worlds. She came from fake perfection and high society and overachieving and underappreciating. He came from trailer parks and unconventional families and selling weed in the woods to people that pretended they were the picture of perfection.

On paper, it seemed silly. In practice, it seemed even sillier. The only example she had was Romeo and Juliet, and they had gone and died because they were stupid and impatient.

Not that she had thought that she and Eddie were going to do that, but it was the principle of the matter! It seemed silly. She refused to accept it and tell him because it was very silly.

"I think your love-dar is off or something, dork." She folded her arms over her chest, foot tapping against the bench of the picnic table she was sat atop. "Because I'm definitely not in love with you."

Why did she keep saying that? It was making her sound more like she was lying. Which, okay, maybe she was, but he didn't need to know that.

#//💚musing: you're not what i thought you'd be #hawkinshellraiser #eddissy #hellcheer

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lenythepillow · 1 year

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This is for @undreaming-fanfiction steddie 2023 playlist

I chose this song for my ficlet because the songs talks about a couple running away from the place where they are, besides it indicates one member of this couple has a Baad relationship with the people that live with them. I found it very fitting for what I wrote:

There is a light that never goes out

Dustin hits the wall with the flat of his hand; his knees swinging from side to side, and he can't help the small sounds of anger that escape from his mouth; He turns his gaze to the trembling figure huddled in his chair, curses under his breath again, and dials the number for the Munson's new trailer one more time.

"Dammit," He whispers, "I swear I'm not going to get off the phone until he answers. I don't care if it takes all night."

The trailer park was dead silent; it was calming for Eddie. He enjoyed silence more than ever; this was a result of the upside-down incidents. Flashing lights or loud noises out of nowhere could make him think something terrible was going to happen. He jerks awake and looks around before getting up and answering it.

"Whoever you are, what the hell are you doing calling at this hour?".Eddie looks at the clock hanging on the wall "It's two in the morning, you fucking maniac."

“Eddie, it's me, Dustin. I'm sorry to wake you up at this time of night, but we have an emergency. I need to know how quickly you can come to my house.” Dustin exclaims, nervousness slipping from his voice.

“Does it have something to do with Vecna?” Silly question, the portal to the upside-down had been closed for a few months, yet Eddie lived in constant fear that it hadn't closed completely.

"No, but it's almost as serious as a situation related to the other side."

Eddie rolls his eyes, unconvinced that any situation resembles what they experienced in Hawkins's hell. "Henderson, if you think you can get information out of me about the next campaign by talking to me at dawn, let me tell you-"

Dustin grumbles impatiently, "It's about Steve; he is seriously injured and needs you to come to pick him up quickly."

Eddie falls silent on the other end of the line; Dustin takes a moment off the phone "Eddie? Are you still there?" before receiving an answer the call is cut off.

Dustin redials the number and waits, hoping the call didn't hang up before Eddie hears his pleas; he attempts to call the trailer at least four more times before sighing, cursing again, and giving up. He walks towards his sofa and tries to wrap his relatively short arms around Steve. "He's coming, I know he is; I'm sure he heard me; he'll be here any minute."

The only response Dustin gets is a slight nod, it's not enough but Dustin knows this is not the time to demand anything from Steve; he can't even look at him without feeling even more like crying over the state he's in. The body of the man next to him trembles and Dustin doesn't know if it's because of the winter cold that plagues Indiana or because of the terror that his big eyes show; warm tears run down his cheeks, reaching the point where they merge with the bloodstains that adorn the older man's clothes.

Claudia Henderson did a great job cleaning Steve's wounds when he first arrived; even so, the surprise had been monumental. She would never have imagined finding his son's best friend at the door of her house sporting a black eye, blood dripping down his forehead, tiny pieces of glass adorning his hair, and severe bruises along his arms. Mrs. Henderson led Steve to the bathroom to disinfect his wounds and give him something to soothe his black eye.

The situation was awkward not because of Steve's state, but because he refused to talk about whatever had happened to him. Without a doubt, if Claudia was concerned, Dustin was distraught. The thought of his friend's injuries being the result of a battle with a beast from the other side that had remained alive made his blood run cold; Steve made sure that it hadn't been anything similar, but when Dustin tried to get him to talk, he only asked Eddie to find out about it.

With no more than five minutes gone by, a knock on the door alerts Dustin; the boy gets up and desperately runs to open it, seeing Eddie's figure with a look of concern and breathing quite agitated, his hands trembling while staring at Dustin blankly.

"Where's Steve?" he asks; Dustin steps away from the door and leads Eddie into his living room, where the other man is hunched over, both arms resting on his knees, watching Eddie with those huge, tear-filled eyes. Eddie has no time to react when Steve has already thrown himself into his arms and hides his face in the curly-haired man's chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" he whispers; Eddie's arms wrap around his figure while Steve's crying intensifies; he can barely get a breath as he clings to Eddie as if the metalhead were going to break apart or vanish into thin air. Eddie directs a gloomy look at Dustin; the boy shakes his head, silently telling him that he is just as confused about Steve's situation.

"Don't worry Steve. We're here, okay? You're safe.” Eddie whispers in the taller man's ear, gently stroking his back. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” Steve shakes his head from side to side and moves closer to Eddie, as if that's possible, considering there is no more space between them.

“I just want to go home,” Steve says quietly before crying again.

"Okay big boy, I'll take you home, don't worry; you're safe now." Eddie pulls away from Steve and places his hand on Dustin's head, smiling sadly. “Thanks for calling me Henderson; have a good night.” Dustin nods, but his eyes fill with pain and concern.

"Eddie, promise me he is going to be fine; please don't let anything happen to him," Dustin begs, looking directly into Eddie's eyes, Eddie feels how little by little his heart cracks knowing how much Dustin would like to help the other man in the room. “He'll be fine, I swear.” with this Dustin nods once more, waving his hand in farewell.

Both men exit the Henderson residence, Eddie helping Steve into his van, watching him sadly; he hadn't been able to examine Steve's wounds closely. As much as he wanted to hear the brunette's voice and for him to explain what had happened to him, Eddie understood that it was best not to ask anything yet; Steve was still in a pretty strong state of shock.

Once behind the wheel, Eddie starts the van and drives to the best neighborhoods in Hawkins. He is not sure exactly where Steve lives, so he waits for directions; the path is not that far, and before they both notice, they are close to the house that used to belong to the Byers, and this causes Steve to speak for the first time during the entire journey.

"Eddie? What are we doing in Fayetteville?" Steve asks in an almost inaudible whisper

"I'm not sure where your house is; I've never been to your neighborhood, but I know it's not exactly the closest. What I remember is that Buckley mentioned that you lived around the Byers' house." Eddie stops suddenly, waiting for Steve to direct them.

“Please let's go,” Steve whimpers. “They're looking for me and the last thing I want is to see them again.” His hazelnut eyes meet Eddie's; Steve is terrified and his eyes show it, flicking from the road and back to Eddie.

"But you said you wanted me to take you home." Eddie turns his head slightly to the side, unable to understand Steve.

“That hell isn't my home, Eddie.” Steve pinches his nose lightly, attempting not to burst into tears again. "I want to stay with you. I swear it will only be tonight until I find a place to stay."

"You want to stay with me?" It shouldn't be a question, yet Eddie is still surprised that Steve considers the overgrown can in which he lives as a home.

"Please, I want to stay with Wayne and you." Steve draws his knees up to his chest, trying to hide his face. The metalhead only watches Steve, feeling how his already cracked heart fell apart at such an image. He couldn't understand what was so serious that it made the pair of stars that Steve had for eyes flood, but if one thing was certain, it was that he would no longer allow it.

"Hey, Stevie, it's okay; you can stay with us as long as you want. Wayne's not back yet, but" Eddie takes Steve's hand, which makes the brunette look for his figure even with half of his face hidden in his arms. “I'll be there; I'm not going to leave you alone, okay? I'm not going to walk away from you for a second."

Steve nods, letting go of Eddie's hand so he can have both hands on the wheel; the drive to the trailer park begins, taking almost an eternity even though it's not that far. Steve spends the entire time looking at the large mounds of snow through the window, Eddie keeping his eyes on the road, being much more careful than usual not to upset Steve. He's had enough for one night.

Once at the park, the doors of the Van open; Steve shoots himself toward the Munson's trailer and waits for Eddie to open the door and allow him inside. It doesn't take long; with both men inside, the curly man invites Steve to sit in front of the table.

Minutes tick by, and the silence stretches out, almost as if Eddie is alone in the middle of the room. Steve doesn't seem to have any intention of saying anything and even so Eddie can't help but feel curious and worried about the person next to him. Maybe he was making a mistake, but he had to say something if he wanted to help Steve.

"I've never seen you cry before."

Are you serious, Munson? He thought, Is that all you have? Do you see that he is having a breakdown and it only occurs to you to ask him that?

"I didn't want you to see me like this," Steve answers " I didn't want Henderson to see me like this either. It's just that everything happened so fast; before I knew it, his mother was already disinfecting my cuts."

Eddie sighs, pulling his chair closer to Steve's. "Do you want to talk about it?" the hazelnut eyes focus on Eddie and panic takes over him "It's okay if you don't want to tell me anything; if you don't feel good talking about it I understand," the metalhead lets out a nervous laugh "There's no reason why I should know about anyway."

Steve is silent for a couple of minutes which seems like forever, as a lump forms in Eddie's throat, wishing he hadn't said anything out of nervousness. With the two of them silent, the movement of the metalhead's ankle is more evident than before, going from side to side quickly.

“My parents came back without warning...” Steve sighs, squeezes his eyes shut, and continues “, As soon as they got there, they started questioning me. They were furious about the rumors that were made about me."

Eddie takes Steve's hand, rubbing his thumb against the surface of Steve's back. "I'm listening" was the only thing that escaped his lips, hoping it was a green light visible enough for the brunette to continue.

“My father said horrible things” a sob dragged down the taller man's throat before he could continue. “He said that I shouldn't have helped the people affected by the earthquakes... he said that it only brought me down to 'their level' and when I tried to defend myself-” more sobs tore from Steve, his eyes getting wet again.

"He took a vase and smashed it against my head," his voice trailed off before finishing the sentence, just as Eddie got up and hugged Steve tightly, knowing that the back of the chair prevented him from being as close as he wanted. "My mother didn't do anything to stop it, Eddie; she was insulting me too." Eddie kisses his boyfriend's head and neck, hugging him tighter.

“Steve,” no matter how hard he tries to avoid it, tears are also released from his eyes; but Eddie's tears are more from anger than sadness like Steve's. “I can't believe those monsters are your parents. Those savages shouldn't have dared even touch you."

“I was forbidden to go near Robin; I don't know how they found out about her preferences, but they told me I shouldn't be near her anymore.” the taller man's hands take Eddie's arm, trying to pull him closer to him. “And when I told them that I would not abandon her, everything got worse; The next thing I know, my father hit me with his belt… Like I was a kid.”

Eddie lifts Steve out of the chair, leading him to the sofa with slow steps as he gently holds his hands, making both of their bodies sit up, and pulls Steve up to his chest, stroking his hair as he tries not to shed any more tears. This is impossible for Eddie; to date, he can't understand how an angel like Steve is the son of two people as cruel as his parents.

"You're safe now honey; I'm not going to let them get close to you again" Eddie kisses Steve's shoulders as he pulls him closer to his chest, melting inside when Steve looks up and those huge eyes find him. Eddie can see how he relaxes, his shoulders slump and a somewhat weak smile begins to grace his lips; like a silent thank you.

“I will look for another place to stay tomorrow,”

“Oh no, princess, you shouldn't worry about that. Stay as long as you need,"

"Eddie, don't you get it? I can't go back to that house anymore. They're looking for me because I still need to be punished. I can't go back."

Eddie leans in lower to kiss Steve's forehead, smiling slightly as the man lying on his chest squirms and his long hair tickle. "That's perfect for me; you know Wayne adores you, and he'll be more than happy to adopt you."

"I don't want to cause more problems, Eddie," Steve doesn't believe his own words; he knows that on the inside he couldn't be happier for the offer that Eddie made him, yet he felt that accepting would be a terrible abuse of the trust and hospitality that his boyfriend gave him.

"Can I tell you something?" Eddie asks, getting a little 'go-ahead from Steve'; he takes a deep breath and continues, "Those little gremlins we adopted are growing up, they all have a great future waiting for them; I'm sure it will be away from Hawkins. When I graduate I won't have much to keep me here, no hellfire members will stay in this hell of a town, besides the people here don't seem to want me around. I think they tolerate me even less than before."

"They don't know what kind of person you are Eddie. They would all love you if they took the time to notice how loving and kind you are." Steve puts his hands on Eddie's thighs to gain momentum, getting closer to his lips and kissing him with incredible softness, being so gentle as if Eddie would break with any sudden movement.

“If you say that out loud it would ruin my reputation. I'd rather it be a secret just between you and me” a sigh “My point is that there isn't much going on for anyone here in Hawkins, not with all the interdimensional tragedy that haunts it. So Wayne and I were thinking of getting out of here." Eddie feels Steve's body tense at his words. "I needed to tell you because we think you don't have much to stay in this place either, besides the kids."

Steve stands up and turns his body to face Eddie, who takes his hand and brings it up to his face to kiss each of Steve's fingers. “I wanted to propose that we leave together, touring through the country until we found a place with better opportunities for the three of us. Maybe a place where people don't think I kill people as a sacrifice for James Hetfield."

Steve's lips part but no sound comes out of his mouth; he looks like a confused fish "Where would we go?" is the only thing he asks before receiving a couple of spontaneous kisses.

“Wherever we want, Stevie, wherever we feel good, anywhere that makes you happy,” Eddie smiles, letting out a surprised sound as Steve pounces on his chest in a hug. Steve is always a little rough with his hugs, being so strong that most end up turning a little red from lack of air. Eddie wouldn't want it any other way.

"Please, I want to go with you; the place doesn't matter to me as long as I'm with you."

Having said this, Eddie separates from Steve, lifting his chin to look into his eyes ", Thanks for letting me take care of you." their lips collide.

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June 16, 1990

It had been a long time since Eddie had seen the trailer in motion; for almost as long as he could remember, the metal structure had been standing still in a trailer park in Indiana; now, his house was in motion, on its way to Massachusetts. Midnight had just arrived, and the stars began to grace the sky. At the wheel of his home was Wayne; he was already used to working at night, so he had no problem driving at dawn as long as he had a chance to rest in the morning.

On the right side of his bed was the one that Eddie considered the most beautiful man in the entire world; he smiled at him in a way that filled his chest with heat and made his knees tremble. Three years ago, they had begun planning their escape; now, they were far from that place that had made them suffer so much. Eddie wouldn't trade that moment for the world.

Steve looks at Eddie, his smile growing huge. He wouldn't change that situation for anything either; he was with the hero who saved his life in so many ways; Eddie was like a rattlesnake full of energy and a thirst to do something big; Hawkins was too small for a man as jolly as Eddie. If there was one thing Steve was grateful for, it was that that flash of joy and energy had chosen him as a boyfriend. Without his little bell of happiness, Steve wouldn't be there.

Without saying a word Steve turns on the radio, tuning in to the station they love the most, listening carefully to the announcer's voice.

“, And to celebrate the fourth anniversary of its release, this is There Is a Light That Never Goes Out, by The Smiths...”

Steve approaches Eddie, wrapping his strong arms around the metalhead's torso. Begging silently with his eyes for one of those kisses that they both love.

According to Eddie, Steve's kisses are like summer; his lips are soft like his tanned skin and dotted with tiny moles that make him look like a beautiful insect, one Eddie could stare at for hours (Steve pretends to hate that comparison, they both know he loves him). Steve's kisses taste like summer, they're refreshing like any drink that quenches Eddie's thirst for his affection, and at the same time, they are warm like a fire to roast marshmallows.

According to Steve, Eddie's kisses are like autumn. His lips are always a little dry; for Steve, it feels like falling into a pile of dry leaves for fun; they are a perfect balance between the cold wind that gives him chills and that warmth of a bonfire to roast chestnuts, sweet like the caramels that people usually buy during those times for children. Steve is the happiest child on Halloween in that case since he always has the sweetest kisses, which constantly vary in shape and duration like the autumn leaves change in color and rustle.

The kisses go on for hours and hours, getting closer and closer, with light caresses and ever longer shocks of summer and fall. All while Morrissey's singing accompanies them. Eddie knows how much Steve loves The Smiths, but he couldn't understand why until that night.

“I think that will be my favorite song now,” he whispers.

"Yeah? Why?" asks the brunette

"Because I promised that no one would take away the light from your little eyes ever again."

Steve blushes, "You're so cheesy,"

"And you love that" Eddie receives one more kiss and a light "Yeah, I love it", Steve sighs with pleasure "I love you, Eddie."

"I love you more, Steve Munson,"

They both melt into a warm embrace, Morrissey's soft voice lulling them to sleep,

“And if a double-decker bus

Crashes into us

To die by your side

Is such a heavenly way to die

And if a ten-ton truck

Kills the both of us

To die by your side

Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Oh, there is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out

There is a light and it never goes out..."

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