#what would have happened if eddie had been at tinas halloween party?
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Season 2 Halloween AU Part Four
Part One, Part Two, Part Three
A very big thank you to @strangersteddierthings for chatting with me today and being such a great sounding board for the next update!
Synopsis: What if Eddie had been at Tina's Halloween Party in Season Two? Featuring Steve!Whump, Stancy Breakup, and Eddie just trying to keep up with all these new revelations about who King-Steve actually is...
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"So…I have to ask," Eddie blurts out, cutting through the awkward silence that has fallen between them, "how were you gonna pick up your car before you ran into me?"
"I don't think it counts as running into you, if you were waiting for me Munson," Steve side steps the question expertly, flashing him a strange smirk that seems out of place. It falls after a second and twists into something pained.
"I was hoping Nance would take me," Steve says eventually, his voice soft, "which was pretty stupid in hindsight, 'specially cuz she was counting on me to drive her this morning, which--"
Steve cuts himself, snapping his mouth shut with a harsh click of teeth, he shakes his head and lifts his hand to run roughly through his hair.
"Doesn't matter anymore".
Eddie holds his breath, feeling the conversation begin to shift. It's as though he's stepped onto a tightrope and any wrong move could potentially send him over the edge.
He settles for nodding once, turning the key in the ignition.
Steve sighs and lets himself fall back into his seat, "I know you know already, the whole fucking school does, Billy saw to that," Steve gestures to his face, "say what you really want to ask".
Eddie's fingers tighten around the wheel as he turns them out of the parking lot, fighting the immediate urge to say, 'why did Miss Priss throw it all away?'
"You think I believe the rumours that come out of that shithole?" Eddie lies, keeping his eyes on the road this time.
He can feel Steve's unimpressed stare as they continue down mainstreet.
"Right, so you had no clue I was in detention?"
Eddie chews the inside of his cheek to fight the sly grin that begins to creep over his face, "Alright smart ass".
He hazards another glance at Steve as they begin to hit the residential area, he looks so different from the night before.
His limbs are loose, tension free, if it weren't for the heavy bags under Steve's eyes and the nervous tap of his fingers on the passenger door, Eddie would think he was finally relaxed.
"I knew a fight definitely happened, it's Hargrove," Eddie says slowly, carefully weighing his words, "but I typically prefer to hear the whole sordid story from the source before I pass any judgements, ya know?"
Steve doesn't say anything as they continue driving through residential the houses getting progressively bigger as they go.
"Did you," Steve pauses and breathes out slowly before shaking his head and lifting his face to meet Eddie's gaze, "is that offer for something stronger still open?"
Eddie smiles, "I think that can be arranged".
***
Eddie pulls over beside Tina Cline's house, wincing as the right front tire rolls over the curb and bounces the van as it lands on the street once more, startling a snort out of Steve.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up Harrington," Eddie huffs as Steve shoots him a grin.
"Didn't say a word," Steve hums, unbuckling himself from the seat. Eddie watches as he opens the door and hops out. For a moment Eddie worries Steve will pull the same disappearing act from last night but he simply stops beside his car door and motions for Eddie to roll down his window.
Eddie cracks his door open instead, "window's broken, what?"
Steve rolls his eyes, "whatever Munson, you know the way? It's north on 5th and--"
"Then two more rights, yeah man," Eddie says with a laugh in his voice, "I dropped you off remember?"
"Fuck off," Steve huffs out, he's grinning though.
Steve swings the Beemer’s door open and slides in. He turns on the ignition and flinches at the loud burst of music from the stereo, the volume obviously set from the mood of the previous night.
'I want to know what love is, I want you to show me--'
Steve slams his hand against the console, cutting off the song with a harsh crack.
The van is parked just behind the Beemer so Eddie can't see Steve's face, but his head drops down onto the wheel for just the briefest moment before he slowly lifts it, turns on his signal and pulls away from the curb.
***
Steve beats him to the house.
He's getting out of the car, which is parked on the long driveway as Eddie pulls up to the street.
Eddie hops out of the van, hiking his backpack higher up on his shoulders, not bothering to lock it. Who would even want his shitty van among the BMWs and Mercedes parked down this street --hell, Eddie could have sworn he saw a Jag three houses down.
Eddie stops short of the lawn. The Harrington house is so different in the light of day, the strange emptiness that seemed to ooze out of the dark windows the night before has disappeared, leaving an ordinary house in its wake.
"Well?" Steve calls out as he pulls a pair of keys from his back pocket and spins them once on his finger, "you coming or what Munson?"
Eddie rolls his eyes and jogs to catch up to Steve who turns on his heel to stride up the walk. He stuffs the key into the deadbolt and swings one of the double doors inwards before shucking off his sneakers.
No shoes? Fucking rich people man.
Steve must notice Eddie's expression because he blushes and shrugs, "I know, I know, but my parents will be home for Thanksgiving this year so…may as well…"
He gestures around the sterile foyer with a tight smile, as though it explains everything.
If anything, Eddie has more questions.
Steve cuts off the thought by clearing his throat, "we should smoke outside, last thing I need is for you to burn a hole in the couch or something".
Eddie steps over the threshold and has to stop himself from whistling, were the ceilings always this high in this place?
He lifts his foot to unlace his left chuck, snorting at the strange little table in the middle of the foyer. A giant vase sits atop it filled with a mixture of what have to be silk flowers --no way they were real. He pulls the shoe off and tosses it to the side before lifting his right foot.
Eddie never had the greatest balance so he hops back and forth with his right foot in the air before hopping as close as he can to the wall of the foyer and leaning back against it.
He finally gets the knot in his laces undone and throws the sneaker to the floor, dropping his right foot to the hardwood.
Eddie looks up to find Steve staring with a bemused expression on his face, he ignores the wide hazel eyes and removes the backpack from his shoulders -which can't have been helping the balance issue.
Eddie unzips the top and yanks out the trusty metal lunchbox, sliding a wicked grin into place.
"You said something about outside?"
***
By the time they've settled, facing one another on a couple of pool loungers, the sun has begun to dip low, painting the patio and empty pool a warm glowing copper. It catches Steve's hair, which shines like gold in the dying sunlight, like some Autumnal Fae King--
Eddie wants to slap himself, suddenly thankful for the November wind that cuts through the backyard, forcing him to chillout.
He picks up the grinder from his lunchbox, unscrewing the cap to open it.
"You good with a joint this evening my good King?"
He pours a handful of a new strain Rick let him try the other day into the grinder and starts twisting. It's not something he would typically share with anyone other than Jeff, but Steve seemed like he could use something a little more special tonight.
Eddie looks up after a beat of silence, "yo, Major Tom, you with me?"
Steve's face is pinched, tilted towards the empty pool, "please don't call me that," he says quietly.
"Major Tom?"
Steve raises his eyes to meet Eddie's gaze, his mouth cuts a hard line across his face, the typical easy grin it usually houses is gone.
"King-Steve," he runs a hand through his hair, letting the fingers linger to grip and pull, "I just, that's not who I am anymore, I don't--"
Steve swallows harshly, "that's all anyone could talk about this morning".
He drops his voice and octave, "oh, King Steve is so pussy whipped he let his girl fuck Jonathan Byers before she dumped him".
"Is that what Hargrove said?" Eddie asks quietly as he pours out a portion of weed onto a paper.
Steve shakes his head, "that was Tommy, but that wasn't why I hit him".
Eddie nods, and lifts the joint to his mouth to run his tongue along the edge of the paper. Steve watches him from the lounger, his eyes follow the movement before he blinks and continues.
"Tommy and I had been best friends since we were five, he uh, he knows a lot about me," Steve lifts his hand to his mouth and chews the nail of his thumb briefly before dropping it back into his lap.
"Stuff I don't tell anyone, stuff he knows will hurt".
Eddie nods, twisting the joint closed, he can kind of understand that, although the only person in his life that knew him like that was Wayne.
And Wayne would never hurt him.
Did Steve really not have anyone else like that in his life, someone he could tell anything to that wouldn't look at him weird or judge him. Someone safe.
"Anyway, Hargrove started in on me after that, but he's been fucking with me for awhile so," Steve shrugs again, "he saw his big opportunity here".
"Hargrove's been messing with you?" Eddie asks sharply as he pours more weed onto another paper. He lifts it and runs his tongue along the edge of the paper before twisting it into shape. When he looks up, Steve's ears have gone slightly pink and he's sitting strangely, slightly hunched and twisted.
"Yeah," Steve says after a moment, he clears his throat and straightens his back, "yeah, it's just been at practice so far, and I thought it was just because he wanted to one up me for my spot but," he shakes his head, "it's getting worse".
"You know, I have a bit of a reputation around school," Eddie says slowly, carefully, watching as Steve freezes and looks at Eddie with wide eyes.
"The Hellfire club is more than just the game we're playing, it's also kind of a sanctuary for kids that don't have anyone to lean on, we look after each other," Eddie continues, ignoring the way Steve relaxes slightly, "you wouldn't need to play or anything but if you need somewhere to sit at lunch now…"
Steve looks at Eddie for a long time, his expression blank, guarded, "really? Just like that?"
"Yeah man, besides I get to use my 'Mean and Scary Guy' persona on these fuckers so it's a win-win for me".
Steve grins, raising one skeptical eyebrow, "mean and scary?"
Eddie bristles a little bit at the questioning tone in Steve's voice and can't quite swallow the urge to snarl, "yeah I mean you looked plenty scared of the town freak yesterday".
Steve winces and immediately starts to shake his head, inching forward in his seat so he's even closer to Eddie, their knees are almost touching.
"That's not, I wasn't," he stops and takes a deep breath, "I was upset about Nancy and it was so dark outside, the trees--"
"You afraid of the dark Harrington?" Eddie cuts him off, the lingering irritation still simmers in his voice as he coos.
Steve just looks at him, there's something strange about the haunted expression on his face that makes the hair on the back of Eddie's arms stand on end.
"Things happen in the dark, in the woods," Steve says softly, his eyes drift to the empty pool again.
Eddie opens his mouth to ask Steve what the hell he means by that, when a voice shouts across the yard.
"Steve? STEVE?!"
The sound of someone running through the grass has them both of their feet, the joints forgotten on the pool loungers.
"Dustin?"
A kid, he can't be more than twelve or thirteen, skids into the porchlight that has replaced the last copper rays of evening light, the sun fully set by now. The kid's blue eyes are wide underneath a mop of curly hair and hat, he's breathing hard.
"I need your help".
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Part Five
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so right, it's wrong
continued from x
where its halloween and eddie feels guilty for hooking up with his best friend's ex...except are you still his ex? 18+, MDNI
“Stupid. This is stupid. This is so, so stupid.”
Eddie mutters to himself as he skulks up the driveway towards the front of Steve’s house. His costume was hot and itchy on his skin, the pants suddenly feeling too tight and his shirt and vest threatening to choke him despite their looseness on his frame. The fencing sword tied to his hip poked him with every step and his boots were more like cement blocks he was dragging to the threshold as he rang the bell.
The idea to dress as characters from The Princess Bride had been in the works for ages—ever since Steve heard about the contest KQRX was throwing, offering free concert tickets for a whole year as the prize. Originally, it was going to be all three of you, but that was before the break-up, before Tina’s party…before Eddie considered selling his soul for another night with you.
It felt wrong even going through with all this, considering how involved you’d been.
It was you who helped Eddie scour seemingly endless thrift shops for the perfect pieces of his outfit while he was pinching the inside of his arm to stop himself thinking about dragging you into one of the dressing rooms and kissing every inch of your body. And it was you who watched as he and Steve practiced their “sword fight” out by the Harrington’s pool—looking debilitatingly, unfairly, cute wrapped up in a flannel, correcting Steve when he botched his lines and making a pink blush dance across Eddie’s cheeks when you praised his delivery.
Steve was convinced there was still a good chance of winning even with just the two of them, and Eddie didn’t have it in him to protest. He was still trying to figure out how he was going to look his friend in the eye after what happened.
You and Eddie hadn’t spoken since Friday night.
There had been tons of parties all weekend, as was typical whenever Halloween fell on a Tuesday. He probably could have found you if he’d had the balls to go looking. He knew well how keen you were to dress up at any and every opportunity for your favorite holiday.
And he wanted to call you, he really did. He must have dialed all but the last digit of your number about a hundred times since that night.
It was driving Wayne up the wall.
“Boy, if you ain’t gonna dial that phone, stop gettin’ its hopes up. If you don’t leave it alone, I’m gon’ knock you upside the head with it.”
But if he did call, what was he supposed to say? Hey! Thanks for sucking out the very essence of my soul through my cock? How about I return the favor sometime? Sound good?
Yeah, sure. That would go over great.
So instead, he’d hidden in his room. He’d worked on campaigns for Hellfire in between his pacing in front of the phone. And instead of going to your friend Ella’s party Sunday night, knowing how likely it was you’d be there, he’d gone over to Gareth’s for a slasher movie marathon.
Nothing like senseless bloodshed and gore to kill a perpetual boner. Not that it did.
Even hours of b-tier horror couldn’t stop him from thinking about you. The whole night kept playing on a loop in his mind. The way you straddled his lap and moaned into his mouth as he grasped at your hips to grind you against him. The way your mouth fell open in a wanton gasp as he kissed his way down your neck. The way you slinked to the floor and released him from his boxers that were stretched to their absolute limit. The look in your eyes as you spoke, low and sultry.
“I know you want me, Eddie,” you’d cooed at him, teasingly kissing at his weeping, sensitive tip until his head was thrown back and his eyes rolled back into his skull. “Show me how much.”
“Is that seriously the best you could do, Munson? Come on!”
Steve’s voice rings out harshly the second he opens the door, jerking Eddie out of his trance.
He huffs at the sight of Eddie’s mustache, or rather lack thereof, placing his hands on cocked hips. He makes an annoyingly good Dread Pirate Roberts in a billowing black shirt with a deep v-neck that reveals a patch of his dense chest hair. His black pants are tight, showing off muscled thighs and he’s already got his mask wrapped around his head, his own sword in hand.
“Not all of us are part werewolf, Steven.” Eddie snipes as he stalks through the door and pushes past his friend, guilty eyes averting.
“Whatever, maybe we can fill it in or something. Oh, honey! Perfect timing!”
Honey?
Eddie’s head whips around to see you floating down the staircase, the swishing of your skirt around your legs halting as Steve holds out his hand and tugs you into him.
“Shit, babe, you look hot,” Steve says, planting a wet kiss on your cheek that made you smile and caused Eddie’s stomach to lurch.
“Hot” didn’t even begin to describe you tonight. You looked…like a princess.
There was no other word for it. His heart was hammering behind his rib cage as his eyes roved over you, eager to take in every detail he could. Your dress was almost exactly like the one from the movie and even with the big sleeves and a long, flowing skirt, it failed to conceal the shape of your body underneath. It hinted at the curves there, teasing Eddie with the memory of them. Was it really just a few days ago his hands had roamed so freely all over you? Had feasted on the dip of your waist and the fullness of your hips?
You peer at Eddie curiously, subtly stepping back from Steve as you’re tucking a piece of your long wig behind your ear. “You look nice,” you say.
“Except the obvious,” Steve sighs. “Can you do something about his mustache?”
“Yeah, sure,” you breathe, your eyes never leaving Eddie’s, your head tipping towards the bathroom. “Come in here where the light is better.”
With a gulp and a nod, he follows you while Steve heads for the kitchen to make another drink, and probably check his own reflection on the way.
Eddie is dead silent as he leans on the sink in the half-bath off the foyer. He clutches at the edge of the countertop, sweaty palms threatening to slip out from beneath him at any second. With any luck, maybe he’ll hit his head on the porcelain and the concussion will get him out of this.
You’re quiet too as you root around inside a small pouch filled with your make-up until you exhume a brown eyeliner pencil. You place your fingertips gently on his chin, holding his face steady as you color in his upper lip with short, soft strokes. The feather-light touch and the way your eyes focus so intently on him makes Eddie’s heart race and he feels certain you can see it’s about to beat straight out of his chest.
“You okay?” you whisper. “You’re shaking.”
Eddie nods, neck stiff and his body rigid with you standing so close to him. He swallows thickly, his throat clenching with the question he’s dreading. But he has to ask. He has to know.
“So, you guys are—are you, like…back together?”
“I don’t know yet,” you say, your voice small. “Maybe. We’ve been talking about it.”
“Since when?” he asks, and the sound comes out harsher than he meant. Your eyes flicker, the light from the sconce over the mirror shining in them.
“Sunday night. We ran into each other at Ella’s party.”
Fucking shit. Of course you did.
“I thought I might hear from you,” you add quietly. “Or maybe see you, but…”
You lick your lips, glancing away from him as you cap your eyeliner and tuck it back inside your bag. Your tongue wets the gloss you’re wearing and makes it look even shinier. Fuck, he wants to know how you taste tonight, what flavor it is that’s on your mouth.
“I…I…”
Eddie’s mind swims with all the words he wants to say, but they get snagged, unable to come out. Because what exactly is he supposed to say when all he can think about is pinning you against that door, hiking up your dress and filling your hot, slick core with his fingers or his tongue or his cock until you’re screaming his name loud enough for the entire town to hear?
Except that’s never gonna happen. Because he’s not Westley. He’s not the hero here. You’re not his heroine and you never will be. There’s no version of the movie that ends with Inigo and Buttercup riding off into the sunset together.
“It’s fine, Eddie. I get it,” you say softly. “We can forget it ever happened.”
Eddie sighs, the heft of his frustration punching it out of his chest. If that’s what you want, of course he’ll do it. He’s been pretending not to be in love with you for a long time already.
No sense breaking the streak now.
You lean around him to collect your bag from the sink and the smell of your perfume is like a punch straight to his gut. He takes one last deep breath of you as you zip your bag shut and reach for the knob on the door.
It creaks as you crack it open and you pause, chancing a glance back at him. "You really do look handsome," you tell him.
And then you leave. You head for the kitchen and go back to your boyfriend who's waiting for you. Back to the only version of this movie there is.
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My name’s Elvira, but you can call me tonight
steve harrington x eddie’sbestfriend!reader
Hell N Back
summary: A flash flood warning, a week of cancelled plans, and the night Steve Harrington shows up at your front door.
wc: 5.2k
warnings: 18+ mentions of weed smoking (r), thigh riding, fingering, oral (fem receiving) and you know I can’t get enough of making Steve cum in his pants.
A/N: thank you all for your patience with this one, and thank you for reading 🥹♥️
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It felt like it had been raining for days, the downpour never ceasing until there were flash flood warnings lighting up the bottom of your TV screen by the end of the week. You hadn’t seen Steve since Tina’s party, every plan that your group had getting canceled by the clouds that never seemed to want to leave Hawkins.
Heavy droplets hit your window in the living room in sporadic patterns, the wind outside making the howling noise you’ve only ever heard on your favorite horror movies. The flicker of your candles dance along your walls, mixing with the warm glow of your string lights just like that night, and for once you don’t try and stop the thoughts of him that threaten to consume the rest of your evening.
Laying bundled up on the couch in a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized sweater, the black and white sci fi movie The Empire of The Ants plays on your TV while Elvira’s bubble gum sweet voice cracks lewd jokes over the B rated film. The Halloween Macabre special was your only saving grace this week, that and the thick fuzzy Jack O Lantern socks on your feet gifted from Robin.
You giggle to yourself at a joke about her boobs in particular, the half smoked joint on your coffee table makes it easy to wonder if Steve would have thought it was funny too.
Jesus Christ.
You huff a little, pulling the throw blanket closer to your chin, eyebrows furrowing in a pout.
How did this happen? When did this happen?
Before you have time to think too hard about it, lights flash behind your blinds dancing across the exposed glass in the opening from outside. You keep your eyes trained on it until they cut and the darkness from before takes over, shrugging it off to it being your neighbor coming home from work. Shuffling your feet under your blanket, you burrow yourself further into the cushions finally getting the level of comfort you��d been searching for since the movie started, but it only lasts a couple of minutes. Three melodic knocks rattle your front door, scaring you out of your fleece cocoon and onto your carpeted floor.
“God dammit!” You grunt, pushing yourself up and tossing the blanket on the couch, “Fucking Munson.”
It’s only when you get halfway to your door that you realize it’s definitely not Eddie or he would have let himself in with the spare. Your footsteps stop as you remember that this is actually how every single horror movie starts out. It’s almost as if whoever it is can read your mind, and a familiar voice calls out from the other side.
“It’s Steve!”
Relief floods your system, and your shoulders slump as your heart rate starts to calm, but then the realization that Steve Harrington was on the other side of your door unannounced just kicks it back up again. Especially when you look down at what you’re wearing.
“If this is weird or you have someone over, I can leave!“ He talks loud enough to be heard over the rain, but it still threatens to drown him out.
“No!” You don’t mean to yell when you answer, clearing your throat, you try to play it off when you continue, “I’m coming, sorry I’m coming!”
Taking a deep breath you pad the few extra steps to your door, straightening your shoulders before your fingers wrap around the handle. There’s a silent count to three before you actually open it.
The sound of the rain you’d only heard muffled from behind your window grows tenfold, making you wince at the difference at just how hard it’s still coming down. A chilled mist hits your exposed skin from the wind, sending a shiver down your spine and you’re met face to face with a very wet version of the boy you were just thinking about.
“Jesus, Steve! Why didn’t you call?!” You scold, stepping aside to let him into the warmth of your apartment. Shutting the door quickly behind him, a flash of lighting illuminates half the night sky followed by a low roll of thunder.
“I know, I know.” He gives, running a hand through his soaked hair pushing it out of his face. His smile almost looks victorious when he shows you the whites of his teeth. “My power went out.”
His Hawkins Community College sweater clings to parts of his stomach and chest, the worn heather gray cotton turning dark. The water makes the blue denim on his legs even tighter than normal, sticking to him like a second skin and you have to actively stop your eyes from lingering as he drips a mess onto your floor. His white sneakers squish, completely drenched down to his socks and he still somehow looks handsome as ever.
“Robin lives like two blocks away from you.” You arch your brow, flipping your lock to stop anymore horror movie cliches from happening, only for the string lights in your living room to flicker as you do. The energy in the air is laughing at you.
Steve’s cheeks flush a deeper shade of the rosy pink they were from the cold of the storm, and that’s when you notice the shopping bag.
“Did your power actually go out?” The corners of your mouth twitch, crossing your arms across your chest. The bottom hem of your sweater lifts higher up your thighs and Steve licks his lips, following it.
“I don’t know why I said that,” he huffs out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “What a weird lie, right?”
“Kinda,” you giggle, eyes catching the colorful packaging of the popcorn and Red Vines inside the plastic in his hand, the knot in your stomach tightens knowing that he’s been thinking about you too.
“I just felt like if I had called I wouldn’t-“ he coughs looking anywhere but you, “I heard from Eddie that Elvira’s Halloween special was on tonight and I just thought, you know we had kinda talked about it before-“
“Do you want to get out of those clothes?” You cut him off, making his eyes snap up wide. “I mean, wow, that came out a little forward.”
It’s your turn to laugh awkwardly.
“Eddie just leaves stuff here all the time, I clean it obviously or it’d make my place reek.” You try to explain in an attempt to break the tension and it works when you get that lopsided grin that makes you go shy. “I’m sure I’ve got some sweats and a shirt that would fit, I can throw your wet clothes in the dryer if you want?”
Steve’s shoulders relax, nodding, pushing back that loose strand that drips falling over his forehead.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
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When Steve hands you his wet clothes through the crack of your bathroom door, it makes your brain stop working for a second. You catch a glimpse of his bare back in the mirror, littered with more moles and freckles that would make the sky hidden behind the clouds jealous. With thicker thighs than your best friend, it makes the cotton of the sweatpants that hang low on his hips stretch tight over his butt. The dark patch of chest hair that’s always just been teased comes into full view right in front of you and your throat goes dry. Why did it look so soft?
Steve catches you staring, the tips of his ears dusting red before mumbling a mess of sorry’s shutting the door again. You shout an awkward apology of your own, soft thumps on your carpet as you hurry the wet clothes to your dryer. Silently scolding yourself to get it together, feeling the heat rise from your neck to your face, even warming your ears. God, he looked even better without a shirt on.
“You’re good, everything’s chill, you’re totally fine it’s just Steve.” You whisper under your breath, tossing the clothes into the machine with a wet plop. The last part has you rolling your own eyes at yourself, throwing in a couple of dryer sheets for good measure.
Your nerves make you want to keep busy, so you start rummaging through the bag he brought in the kitchen. Butterflies taking flight in your rib cage when it’s everything the two of you had picked out that first night. You bite your lip to hide your smile, opening the popcorn to put in the microwave when you hear the soft click of the bathroom door opening. His feet sound heavier than yours on the carpet,and you make sure to have your back towards him when he finally enters the kitchen. Plugging in the minutes, the loud beeps of your microwave only add to the tension that hangs thick, almost suffocating you in the air.
“I mean, everything fits… I guess.”
He breaks the silence right as the low hum kicks on and you watch the small bag start to spin on the glass plate. You collect yourself quietly before turning around, not expecting the sight you’re met with to send you into a fit of giggles. Slapping a hand over your mouth in an attempt to stop it, you take in the faded black Iron Maiden shirt you gave him.
You realize now with him standing in front of you that it's a size too small for the King of Hawkins, probably one of Eddie’s old one’s from high school. The worn fabric fits tight over his chest, making ‘Eddie’s’ face stretch distorted over his pecs. The sleeves look ready to burst at the seams, and the bottom hem refuses to meet the top of his sweats. Revealing a little sliver of his tan skin and the beginnings of the thick happy trail you’ve shamelessly thought so much about.
It’s the cutest you think he’s ever looked, besides that one summer he worked at Scoops Ahoy.
“Hey! That doesn’t make me feel very good.” Steve chuckles, his cheeks becoming a permanent shade of red for the night.
“No, no, you look cute!” You try to get out, but the snort he gives you in response makes you giggle harder. “I promise, I wouldn’t lie to you!”
The way your lips twitch when you say it makes his eyes roll, but even with a shake of his head, the smile on his face gives him away. He can’t be mad, not when you just called him cute.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” He runs a hand through his hair that’s already started to dry, curling in wisps behind his ears. The gold that kisses the tips shimmers in the low light of the kitchen.
The unexpected first loud pops of the kernels stop any other words that sit on the tips of your tongues, making you both jump at the sudden outburst.
“Why don’t you go warm up on the couch, since you decided to come over for a date during the storm of the century and I’ll bring the snacks out.” You try to keep your tone as even as possible, refusing to meet his eyes after saying the ‘D’ word, busying yourself again with grabbing cups for some hot tea.
You wonder if he can hear your heartbeat from across the room in the moment of silence that follows. Not even realizing you're holding your breath until you feel the heat of his palm against the small of your back and it exhales through nervous lips.
He smells like the rain that won’t stop pouring outside with notes of cedar from his cologne. There’s an undertone of the lilac from your dryer sheets. He’s spring in the middle of autumn, leaning in close to your ear.
“Only if I get to be the big spoon again.”
The way your cheeks push up, and your lashes flutter against the tops of them when he makes his intentions clear, he thinks he’d drive through a hurricane to get to you.
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When you get to the living room he’s lying where you were earlier, doing his best to get comfortable, but the size of the shirt has him pulling at the sleeves to get them to loosen up. Muttering under his breath, your giggle is what catches his attention. Big chestnut eyes look up at you, and all the annoyance on his face drains with a smile he can’t contain.
“What? It’s literally cutting off my circulation.” He laughs sitting up, his hair now completely out of control. “You sure this is Munson’s?”
“Yes, but I’m starting to think from, like, junior year.” You try to hide your grin when his jaw drops in disbelief.
“That explains a lot,” he scoffs
You watch him lean forward to grab a handful of the popcorn, the fabric restricting him again, and both of you hear the faint sounds of a tear. His eyes lock with your in a dead stare making you throw your head back in a full bellied laugh. Rib cage tightening just like your chest with the realization of how much you actually like him.
“I’m glad you’re having a good laugh, you’re lucky you’re so pretty, I’ll tell you that much.” He grumbles reaching forward for the popcorn again only this time is successful, probably due to the rip, and something shifts in the air when his words sink in.
“Sometimes it gets me out of things.” You grin, a little shy just for him.
“I’m not surprised in the slightest.” He licks the butter off of his fingers, pink lips wrapping around the tips as he leans back into the cushions. He watches how it makes your thighs press, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smirk.
“Are you gonna keep hogging the couch or are you makin’ room for me?” You fake annoyance gesturing toward the way he's manspread on the cushions, doing your best to try and cover up how flustered you feel, but the way his eyes seem to light up tells you it isn’t working.
Shifting himself back to lay on his side, he lifts the covers with raised eyebrows and the kind of shit eating grin you want to kiss off of him.
“I was just waiting to see if you were gonna stand the whole movie or not.”
You make him snort when you roll your eyes, and he tries to play it cool when the smell of your apple blossom body wash fills his senses as you take the small space he’s made for you next to him. Swallowing hard, you leave a little bit of room between you, the nerves in your stomach starting to feel like an Olympic gymnast is competing for the gold. The heat of his breath fans against the back of your neck, his own insecurity making it come out a little shaky having you this close again. The tension breaks when he goes to wrap his arm around you and another sound of a rip hits both your ears.
“Jesus Christ,” he grumbles over your fit of giggles, his face turning a deeper shade of red that you can’t see. “I swear I’m not trying to take my clothes off but this is not working honey.”
His laugh puffs across your skin, making goosebumps rise when he shifts to sit up a little bit. Turning your head, you meet his anxious eyes over your shoulder.
“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen you shirtless Harrington,” you tease, your own face heating up in memory of the view you got minutes ago in your bathroom.
“It’s not, like, going to make you uncomfortable or anything right? I swear this isn’t like a move - not that I don’t want to make a move -“ The boy looks panicked, his signature tell of running his hand through his hair coming into play.
“Steve, it’s fine, take it off” you giggle, “It’s clearly a size too small.”
He huffs out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, rosy cheeks deflating before a toothy grin spreads across his face.
“Okay, yeah, al-alright.”
You turn your attention back to the TV to give him some ‘privacy’, your heart going into overdrive when you see the fabric drop to the floor in front of you. The couch shifts under his weight as he lays back down, and for a second you think you can hear his heart over your own. Tentative hands find their way to your hips, fingers digging into your softness when he pulls you in, the warmth of his bare chest seeps through the thick fabric of your sweater and your body melts against it. You feel the way it makes him relax behind you, a stubble covered chin hooking over your shoulder while your feet tangle with his. A content hum, leaves from between his lips next to your ear, the tip of his nose nudging behind it as he snuggles closer and it feels like he’s breathing you in.
“Mmm, so what’d I miss?” His voice comes out a little sleepy, and you hate the way it makes your thighs press. You wonder if he could feel it.
“So basically this woman cons people to buy houses on this island,” you start, stuttering when you feel the tips of his fingers under your sweater that sits rucked up to your waist, “And when they get there someone had dumped human waste creating these giant ants that hate humans.”
“Oh that’s…interesting,” he tries, making you laugh and it has him smiling into the crook of your neck.
“It’s ridiculous, it’s okay, that’s why she’s making fun of it.” You grin, running your fingers down his forearm, finding his hand that's made a home on the curve of your tummy to give it a reassuring squeeze.
He takes the opportunity to keep you there, intertwining your fingers and pulling you even closer. The sound of the rain against your window gets heavier, and the roll of thunder gets louder. The flicker of your candles makes the storm raging outside seem relaxing from the inside, and you can’t believe he drove all the way over here in this, just to cuddle with you on the couch. Somehow trying to burrow yourself into him even deeper, the wiggle of your hips when you readjust makes the air shift.
Your sleep shorts and the cotton of his sweatpants don’t hide what his jeans did. His grip on your hand tightens, and he bites his tongue to stop the moan that's begging to slip out when you do it again. His nose nudges harder behind your ear, exhaling a huff through it that makes you shiver.
“Honey,” it comes out as more of a plea than a warning, his lips that you’ve yet to feel against your own ghosting against the sensitive spot on your neck.
The feeling of how much he wants you pressing into the small of your back is what gives you the courage to turn around in his arms, ready to finally do what you’ve wanted since the last time you found yourself here. He lets your fingers slip through his, always keeping his palm against your skin until it sits on the small of your back. Both of yours land on the dark patch of hair on his chest that's even softer than it looks, slowly sliding them up till the pads of your thumbs trace his collar bone. With your head resting on one of his arms, his other pulls your bodies flush together before his thigh finds space between your own sliding you close enough for your noses to brush.
His half lidded eyes meet yours, and your breath catches in your throat when you see how they darken. He takes his time, letting his hand roam on its way from your back, fingers tracing up your ribs before the warmth of his big palm envelopes the already heated skin on your cheek. His gaze flicks down to your parted lips, licking his own while his thumb traces the pout begging him for a kiss.
“Please,” he whispers ,not knowing he beat you to it.
The connection is soft at first, just your top lip brushing against his bottom but it’s enough to make every inch of your skin come alive. A low groan rumbling deep from his chest, vibrating against your hands. He meets your eyes one more time down the slope of his nose before he closes the distance with nothing held back anymore, kissing you in a way that makes you feel like you’ve never been kissed the right way before. It’s like he knows just how to make your toes curl when they slot together, the tip of his tongue wasting no time when you sigh giving him the opening he needs. The blunt ends of your nails dig into the warmth of his skin, leaving half crescent moons over his pecs that’ll be hidden by the thick chestnut hair that covers them.
Your tongue meets his eagerly, cedar and rain making you dizzy when the top of his thigh adds pressure to the heat between your legs. Your noses bump, teeth scraping together while his hand leaves your cheek to squeeze at your hips encouraging the small roll they start to do on their own. The mess in your underwear only gets worse letting you move against the hard muscle with ease, your fingers weaving in the soft hair at the nape of his neck when he flexes it for you. He growls low when you give the roots a gentle pull at the same time your teeth tug at his bottom lip, his self control to try and be a gentleman slipping away.
“Jesus Christ baby,” Steve gasps, the new nickname making you smile when you give him a softer kiss loving the way it makes his skin flush.
“You started it,” you whisper, watching the way his cheeks push up before he chases you for another one, which you gladly give, letting your lips linger when he hooks your leg over his hip.
Close as close can get.
“Me?” He tuts, letting his hand slide up your thigh before squeezing at the curve of your ass, glancing down to see how you still roll against him “I don’t think so, you’ve been trying to take my clothes off since I walked through the door.”
He throws his head back with a laugh when you scoff, and you pretend to push him away only for his hold on you to tighten. His lips connect anywhere but yours as you play hard to get, trailing a wet path to your neck, teeth nipping at the spot that gets a sound from you that has him kicking up in his sweats. So he does it again, and this time he can’t stop the grind of his hips that meet yours when he gets you saying his name the same way.
“And what do you think you’re doing now?” You try to tease but it comes out too breathy to be taken seriously, especially when he starts to suck where his teeth just grazed.
He grins against your skin, nosing his way up your jaw before meeting your eyes again, something softening in the gold inside them that shines through the abyss.
“You want the truth?” He asks, bringing his hand up to cup your face, the pad of his thumb tracing the small bags under your eyes with a gentle touch and all you can do is nod.
“I just want to make you feel good, god - it’s all I’ve thought about for so long. Just wanna treat you right, take things slow,” his thumb drags across your bottom lip watching the way your eyes glaze over at his words. “Take you out to nice dinners, watch all your favorite movies, hear about your day, but really what I want to do right now is make you cum on my tongue.”
“Steve,” his name comes out broken, the roll of your hips becoming more pointed, and the swelling in your chest makes you feel like you’re ready to explode.
“You want that pretty girl?” He whispers, leaning close so his lips brush against yours, his eyebrows furrowing when you grind a certain way, your clit catching his tip.
“Y-yeah,” you whimper, eyes big and pleading, turning into putty from his sweet words.
He gives you a kiss that’s more gentle than the rest, before sitting up on his haunches letting you fall into the empty space on your back. A big hand wrapping around your ankle, moving your leg out of his way so you’re spread with him in the middle. Leaning forward, his fingers curl around the elastic band of your sleep shorts, giving you one last look from under his lashes before tugging them down your thighs, throwing them on the floor with his shirt.
“Shit - baby.” He groans, running a hand through his hair when he sees the effect he really has on you. “Better than my dreams.”
All the blood rushes to your cheeks from his affection, as gentle hands run up your calves when he starts to lean forward, fingers curling under your knees to lift them over his freckled shoulders. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you start to feel shy exposed to him like this for the first time. A kaleidoscope of new feelings settles deep in your gut when his hot breath hits your core, thighs tensing that the pads of his thumbs try to soothe.
He looks up at you, from between your legs pressing a soft kiss to the place where your hip meets your thigh, making your back arch.
“You okay?” He whispers after another kiss, only this one on the inside of your thigh.
“Yeah, just nervous,” you giggle, feeling the warmth on your cheeks with your hand. If anyone would have told you that you’d have Steve Harrington between your legs begging to taste you a year ago, you’d have laughed in their face.
“Want me to stop?” He rests his cheek right where he kissed, looking content just to be doing this.
“No.” You smirk, reaching down to run a hand through his hair that was just begging for it, pushing back the stray that falls over his forehead.
He smiles, closing his eyes leaning into your touch for a minute before he turns his head, lips meeting your soft skin where he starts a path to where you want him most. You feel his breath and it sends a shiver down your spine, the tip of his nose spreading you apart first. He applies the kind of pressure against your bundle of nerves that makes you gasp, letting his tongue follow, collecting what you’ve already given him.
“Oh my god, Steve,” you whine, when he flattens the pink muscle doing it again, groaning loudly at the taste of you.
“So fuckin’ sweet, god, honey,” he mumbles against your cunt, replacing his nose with his lips, sucking your clit in a greedy way that makes your eyes hit the back of your head.
His fingers dig hard enough into the meat of your thighs, that you’re sure they’ll be bruises in the morning. The tip of his tongue tracing your entrance that flutters around him, threatening to suck him in and he can’t help himself, giving your body what it wants. Both your hands find their way to his hair, tangling your fingers in his honey colored locks searching for purchase when he starts to taste your walls, creating a steady rhythm that has you rocking against his face for more.
“Yeah, you like that?” He grunts, extending his tongue as far as it can go, drool and slick starting to drip down your thighs as he starts to lose himself in you.
“Uh-huh,” is all you manage to get out, jaw going slack at the way he feels like he’s eating you from the inside out, like he’s thought about this longer than a few weeks.
One of his hands lets go of your thigh while he starts to focus his attention back on your clit making you gasp when you feel the thickness of his finger press itself against where his tongue just was. The stretch makes you keen when he pushes one knuckle deep with ease, distracting you when he pushes the second one in as he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves.
“God - baby,” he gasps, when your walls take the third knuckle in by themselves, and it’s only then you notice the way he’s rutting against the couch in search of his own friction.
Your head pushes back into the cushions when he curves it, hitting the spot that only you’ve ever found on your own, and it has you babbling, your hips rolling up greedily for more which he gives you when he adds a second finger. He sets a pace that has your lashes fluttering against your cheeks after he lets you adjust to feeling so full.
“Come on, I can feel it, you’re close huh?” He asks against your clit, making you shudder, nodding your head when he starts flicking it with a wild tongue.
“Steve, Steve, Steve,” you whine, eyes closing tight, the band inside of you going taut, your hips grinding against his face without abandon as you try to take his fingers even deeper.
The sound of his name leaving your kiss bitten lips like a prayer makes a moan rumble deep from his chest, and it vibrates against your cunt, giving you just enough extra stimulation to make it snap. Vision going white behind your eyes, your body tenses while your mouth opens in a scream that falls on deaf ears when nothing actually comes out.
“Honey, honey, honey,” he babbles, his hips stuttering while his tongue refuses to stop despite the way your body shakes.
You murmur his name in a daze, trying to push his head away as you reach the verge of overstimulation and it takes him the third shove for him to finally listen, addicted to the way you taste. Feeling empty when he pulls his fingers out, your body betrays you trying to get them to stay. He kisses the inside of both of your thighs, smirking against your skin when your legs twitch because of it, slowly sliding his body up the length of yours. Skin flushed, and lips shining, you’d be embarrassed if he didn’t look like he just won the lottery.
His nose nudges yours before his lips steal a kiss that you eagerly give despite feeling so spent. Your fingers finding their way back into the hair at the nape of his neck, a smile tugging up the corners of your mouth when you feel the warmth of his own release in the cotton of the sweats.
“I hope you have another pair of pants for me.” He laughs, embarrassment making the tips of his ears turn red, the warm color only deepening when you grin and you realize you have more than just a crush on Steve Harrington.
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good morning!! it's @henderdads' birthday!!!! happy happy happy birthday to youuuu cass!!!
The minute Eddie Munson turned 18, he could see it; the only color he would see until he and his soulmate kissed for the first time.
Yellow.
Rays and rays of warm yellow sunshine, the middle light (and middle light only) of the one stoplight in town, one half of their school colors, the dandelions spotted agross the grass between the trailers, the stubborn daffodils that keep reappearing in Ms. Wilson’s garden though she’s long since passed…
The half-toned things he’s told are green, half yellow, half blue, and that he got lucky his soulmate’s favorite color wasn’t black or gray (then he felt glad he’d settled on a different color than either of those by time he was older, he didn’t want to subject his soulmate to more black and white..
After Steve Harrington turns 18, he can see the color of the lipstick his mom wore in their last family portrait, the color of the punch that gets spilled all over Nancy’s shirt at Tina’s halloween party, the stripes and piping on his godforsaken Scoops uniform, the red of his own blood rushing down the drain beneath his feet.
The dark tone puddled beneath Eddie’s limp body in the Upside Down.
The same color splashed onto Dustin’s arms and legs.
Pressing his hands into it to stop it from spreading, to start it flowing again, Steve presses his lips to Eddie’s once…he hasn’t done CPR since he worked at the pool….twice…”C’mon man, don’t leave him like this.”....
The third time is when it happens.
The feeble beat of Eddie’s heart starting again, the push of breath into his lungs, the sudden flood of cool, dark colors around them.
“Eddie? Eddie! C’mon man, stay with me.”
It looks like it takes a herculean effort to do so, but Eddie’s eyes open. “H–hey, Harrington. Wh–”
“I’m going to pick you up now, Ed,” Steve says, doing just that, tucking Eddie into his chest and starting for the trailer. “El is keeping the gate open for us but we gotta hurry.”
The four of them manage to get him out through the gate and into the RV, this time with Nancy behind the wheel.
Having to let him go at the doors to the ER is one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do, but he manages, Robin telling him over and over again that she’d already called Eddie’s Uncle and that he’d be safe.
While they’re waiting, filthy and exhausted but victorious nonetheless, Nancy says to him: “It’s blue, by the way. The…everything down there has some sort of blue tinge to it.”
Steve doesn’t ask how she knew, just appreciates that he can look at something and she’ll tell him the name of the color.
The pattern of the chairs is orange and purple, the plant in the corner is green (“All plants are some shade of it for the most part.”), the wallpaper is his favorite though.
“It’s yellow.”
“I guess I know what color Eddie’s been seeing the past few years..” It’s the first and last thing he says until Wayne Munson comes to get them.
“You three need’ta be looked at too. Not jus’ Henderson.”
He leads them back to a room, and Steve recognizes Dr. Owens there waiting for them.
They get looked over, they get cleaned up, and Steve gets a shot of something that’s supposed to help stave off anything those flying rats may have given him.
And for the next week, he stays.
He and Wayne maintain a constant vigil at Eddie’s bedside. Wayne leaves for his shifts when he has to, Steve is allowed to stay because of his soulmate status, and Eddie wakes up a little more than a week later.
Wayne had left a couple hours ago, so Steve will have to call him at the plant but first: “Steve?” Eddie manages to croak out when his eyes crack open the first time.
“Hey Eds, welcome back to the world of the living.”
Eddie shuts his eyes and huffs a laugh, then cringes, “Still painful as always, I see.”
“Oh yeah? What else do you see?”
Steve watches his brow furrow as he tries to make sense of the question, watches as he opens his eyes again, a bit further this time, and when they widen in amazement as they travel around the room.
“What–? What the hell..?” The heightened beeping of his heart monitor makes Steve feel almost giddy, getting to watch him see this for the first time. “What nurse kissed me while I was out?” He pauses, staring down a painting of colorful wildflowers on the opposite wall before turning back to Steve. “And can they come back so I can get more pain meds?”
Steve chuckles as he stands stiffly from the hospital chair he’d been all but glued to for the last week, reaching over Eddie’s head to press the call button.
“What’s so funny?”
“You, of course.”
“Thank you, I try, but what’d I do this time?”
“It wasn’t a nurse, Eds.”
Eddie blinks at him for a moment, confused, “I don’t quite have the brainpower for riddles, Stevie.”
Steve’s stomach flips at the nickname, “It wasn’t a nurse, it was when we were still in the—down there.” he pauses, feeling suddenly embarrassed. Did Eddie want it to be him? His first assumption was one of the nurses… “Someone had to give you CPR.”
He watches as Eddie scrolls through what he can only assume is a roster of their “Team Vecna”; Nancy? It’s been known that she’s been able to see in full color since she and Jonathan got together. Dustin? Yeah..no. Ro–
“And it wasn’t Robin.” Steve says when he sees Eddie’s lips curl into an ‘R’.
“Then who—”
It dawns on him at the same time the summoned nurse arrives with a new shot of whatever it is he needs.
She leaves with an excited “We’ll call Wayne!”, and Eddie drops his head back to his pillow.
Steve’s stomach twists anxiously. “Eddie?”
“So you’re telling me that the one and only Steve Harrington gave me the kiss of life and also the gift of colorvision, and I wasn’t conscious enough to experience it properly?”
Steve ducks his head, scratching behind his ear nervously. “Uh…yeah…? Sorry Eddi–”
“Can you do it again?”
His head snaps up again, “Huh?”
“And preferably before I lose the battle for my consciousness?”
Eddie’s face is soft and open, a smile quirking the pink of his lips and crinkling those dark eyes of his…Who is Steve to tell him no?
He smiles softly in return and stands.
Leaning forward with his weight braced to one side of Eddie’s head, the other hand coming up to cup his uninjured cheek, Steve kisses him properly for the first time.
The first of many many many more to come.
eeee i hope you liked this little thing!!! i've never written anything w soulmates before!! 🥹 i hope you have the most bestest day today, friend!! 🫶🫶
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STWG Daily Drabble 11/7/2023
Prompt: Unexpected conversation
Eddie didn’t know what to think when Max approached him out in the field just as everyone was wrapping up their preparations for going after Vecna. Dustin had just gone off to talk to Steve about something when the, frankly intimidating, redhead made a beeline for him.
“Hey Munson, we need to talk.” She said.
He was taken aback. Sure they were neighbor’s and all but they didn’t really know each other that well, and she was surrounded by friends here. He couldn’t imagine what she would need him for, but who was he to deny the girl who’d been cursed by Vecna himself.
“Sure, Red. What’s, uh... what’s up?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him an honest-to-god once over. Suddenly he felt like he was being picked apart by an adversary and being studied for weaknesses. Which was weird considering they were on the same side here. He was so confused.
She cleared her throat and held piercing eye contact as she hit him with her question. “What’s going on with you and Steve? I mean, what are your intentions?”
Eddie couldn’t help but burst out laughing. There was no way she could possibly know he was gay, and obviously Steve wasn’t. So it had to be some kind of joke.
Right?
One look at Max’s face silenced him abruptly.
For some reason, she looked pissed. “Well that’s about as clear an answer as I could have asked for. Is this a fucking joke to you?”
Eddie glanced around, hoping someone, anyone, would come and rescue him from the scary teenager, but everyone was busy with their own taks.
“Wait, what do you mean? Are you serious?” He said finally.
“As a heart attack, dickhead. I know I don't always show it, but Steve means a lot to me, okay? I don’t want to see him get hurt again.” She looked off briefly in the direction she’d come from. Where Nancy was still working on her sawed off shotgun and making sure she had enough ammunition.
“I don't understand.”
He really didn’t.
Eddie got the Nancy thing. He’d had a nearly front row seat to the show the night their relationship had imploded in the bathroom of Tina’s Halloween party. He'd been dealing just across the hall and couldn’t help but overhear, but he didn’t know what he had to do with any of that.
“The boys might all be blind but I'm not,” Max began. “I was watching you guys on the boat through the binoculars.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow.
“Okay fine, I was watching Steve take his shirt off through the binoculars. Sue me, have you seen him? Whatever, I saw the way you were looking at him and-”
Eddie cut her off. “Max… that’s… you can’t just say that shit, alright?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not trying to out you, Munson. Trust me, I don’t care if you’re gay. I’m not gonna, like, tell anybody.”
Good to know.
“Okay fine, good, I guess. Thanks. But, what’s all this shit about me and Steve?”
She furrowed her brows for a moment and then something seemed to click in her head. “Oh. So you are as stupid as you look.”
“Hey!”
“Just calling ‘em how I see ‘em.” She shrugged.
“Jesus christ, all you kids and you’re fucking tones I swear to god.” He muttered.
“Look, I'm just gonna say it. Usually I wouldn't get involved, but since no one can blame the dying girl for meddling, I- ”
Eddie softened. “Max...”
He knew she didn't like sympathy, she's made that abundantly clear, but he coudn't help it. She shut it down immedietely though.
“I’m fine, just listen. Steve clearly likes you.”
“I mean, we did have a little talk in the weird freaky woods, and we definitely don’t hate each other anymore, but I…”
Max snorted. “See? Stupid.”
Eddie gaped at her. “Dude, what did I ever do to you?”
She pointedly ignored his outburst.
“Like I said. I saw the way you looked at him on the boat and then I saw the way he looked at you when you got back. Then there was that whole thing in the RV." She shuddered. "I don’t know what happened in between, and I don't want to, I just want to make sure you know that if you hurt him we will all collectively kick your ass. You might be one of us now, but Steve's been there from the beginning. He’s saved all of our lives, more than once. He deserves to be happy.”
Eddie took a deep breath. He could appreciate what she was saying, and yeah maybe he had started to develop a small crush on the guy. Anyone would after seeing him rip that demobat apart with his bare hands… and mouth.
Jesus Christ, Eddie stop thinking about his mouth!
“Listen, Red. I think it’s sweet, what you're trying to do here, but I cannot stress to you how unnecessary this is. Nothing is going on between Steve and I. Even if I wanted that– and I'm not saying I do!” He was quick to add. “He is literally the straightest guy I've ever seen.”
“Did he tell you that?”
“He didn't have to.”
“There you go again, putting people in boxes!” Max scrunched her nose in disgust. “Isn’t that against your whole thing?” She asked, gesturing at the general, everything, about him.
“Technically, yes. But…”
“But nothing! You shouldn’t assume things about people. You should talk to him.”
“There is no way in hell I'm asking Steve Harrington if he’s gay!”
“Not that dip shit. Just, i don't know, tell him you like him!”
“Why do I have to put myself out there?!” Eddie shouted, a touch too loud. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t just denied it.
Max sighed deeply. “Because Steve won’t. He’s probably scared and he’ll just keep flirting with you until you get the hint and I gotta be honest, I don't have a lot of faith in you on that front after this conversation. So I'm gonna need you to bite the bullet on this one.”
Eddie chewed his lip. He couldn't believe this girl actually had him considering this.
Was it worth the risk if she was wrong?
Maybe.
What did he have to lose it anyway if it went badly?
“Okay. Fine. If we all survive this I promise I'll talk to him. Happy?”
“Ecstatic.”
And then Eddie wasn’t an idiot and he didn’t go after the demobats alone and he didn’t die. Steve however did wind up in the hopistal, because how could he fucking not have gotten an infection with that many open wounds running around in a fucking hell dimension. Eddie sat by his bedside and one night confessed his crush. And then they kissed and lived happily ever after. The end.
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Oh, Baby, it’s Halloween
Summary: you and Eddie raise a baby… only you’re not a couple and the baby isn’t real… and now Tina’s Halloween party changes the trajectory of your lives forever.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader [WC: 10k]
Warnings: language, discussion of drugs, idiots in love, you all have been too kind which makes me nervous to post this.
Quick Links: Masterlist | Part One | Part Two
“What about this one?”
From the other end of the rack, Gareth held up a pair of pants high above his head. Eddie took in the look carefully before shaking his own.
“No holes, remember? I literally just said that like a second ago.”
Who knew picking out clothes for Halloween would be so hard?
“I don’t know why you even have to dress up. Most of the guys will just throw on a leather jacket and call it a day. Greasers from the fuckin’ Outsiders or some shit,” Gareth mumbled as he put the pants back in the lineup of the other hundred pairs on the rack.
Hawkins thrift had a hefty supply of men’s pants with and without holes because the rich and fortunate changed fashion quickly.
Small blessings for those living paycheck to paycheck.
“That’s practically what I wear every day,” Eddie sighed, sifting through the opposite end where a pair of Levi’s in vomit green disgusted him. “And I just have to look the part, alright? It’s one night.”
“Look the part,” his friend snorted, “you’re just trying to impress her. You could wear a potato sack and if she liked you in that, impressing her would be the least of your problems.”
“Is that so bad?” Eddie stopped browsing and stared down at Gareth.
“What? Trying to impress her?”
“Yes,” Eddie answered bluntly causing Gareth to breath in deeply.
To Gareth, no, it wasn’t a bad thing. High school was a zoo and for freaks like Eddie and himself everything was like walking in a glass cage. They were oddities; stickers on pristine windows that said ‘kick me’ and ‘dunce.’ He figured long ago that happiness was something not given or sought, but uncovered from personal discovery and self-preservation.
Eddie walked a tightrope.
One week ago he was assigned a partner that Gareth had passed in the hallway intermittently and thought, ‘oh, she’s cute,’ but Eddie never mentioned her. He didn’t talk about girls the way the jocks or preps talked about them; he didn’t ogle often at the cheerleaders in their little skirts because Eddie’s doctrine told him it was rude—even if he was as hormonal as the rest. He harbored those feelings like a scared little boy and now here he was, with Gareth in Hawkins’ only thrift store, trying to find the perfect pieces for a Halloween costume on a Thursday afternoon for one girl.
Gareth wanted Eddie to be happy. The curly-haired sophomore just didn’t trust people to not play a game with his best friend. He didn’t want to see the person he looked up to most be the laughing stock of high school because he fell head over heels for you.
“No,” he answered honestly, “it’s not a bad thing. I mean,” Gareth snorted, “if Katie Yang told me tomorrow she loved me, I would run off in the sunset with her and never return.”
Eddie barked a laugh. It would never happen. He was pretty sure his fellow senior member of Hellfire swung a very different way—but he couldn’t let Gareth’s dreams of marrying her falter. It would make Gareth too sad to even participate in Eddie’s campaigns.
“Yeah, well,” Eddie went back to searching, “she’s my Katie Yang.”
“How about these then?” Gareth held up another pair and for what Eddie needed them for, they were perfect. He left his spot at the end of the rack, snatching them from his friend's hands and grinned.
“Perfect.”
“Click got me with a pop quiz today,” Nancy whined as she leaned against your locker early Friday afternoon. She had her chin tucked against her chemistry textbook and trapper keeper.
“I don’t know anything about the War of 1812!”
“Does anyone know anything about the war of 1812?” You countered yet her disappointed face did not lift. Yes, some kids knew what had taken place but Nancy missed the lesson. She missed the lesson yesterday because all she was thinking about was how the relationship between herself and Steve was bullshit.
Bullshit. The exact word that you had used to describe it before Eddie swept you away.
“Linda Fischer did! And that Buckley girl that plays the trumpet? She knew all about it; answered nearly every question when it was over.”
“Maybe it’s because they have no life and just study all the time?”
Nancy scoffed, “I study all the time too and look where that got me.”
“It’s just one quiz, Nance,” you swapped your red calculus notebook for the blue history one. Bilbo was perched inside of your locker as you went about collecting your things for the next hour. “I don’t think your grade will suffer.”
Steve’s booming laughter echoed in the hallway.
“Doubt it,” Nancy muttered bitterly as the clang of lockers being hit sounded behind her. Steve smiled radiantly as he tossed a baseball in his hand—it was October, in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere Indiana, and he still managed to find and toss a baseball for fun.
“Doubt what?” He smacked his gum loudly as Nancy turned to copy the way he leaned against the lockers beside yours.
“Click’s pop quiz on the War of 1812,” you cut in before Nancy could. Everyone was required to take Junior American History and everyone remembered that pop quiz well… simply because everyone failed it.
“Oo,” Steve scrunched his nose, “Click is one haggard old broad, isn’t she?”
“The most haggard,” Nancy sighed. Steve peered over her shoulder and tipped his head at Bilbo.
“How’s the baby?”
“Baby is doing just fine, Steve. Just fine.”
“Yeah, mine too,” he winked as if what you said was a joke when it was far from it. Bilbo had mellowed out quite well, actually. It felt like a glitch in the system in many ways but the doll barely made a noise anymore. Two or three tantrums a day made life with Bilbo Munson-L/n a breeze.
“And Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson? What’s he like as a partner?” Steve questioned, “you seem to get on well.”
“Why? Because I’m nice to him?”
“I’m nice to him!” He took your words defensively, “doesn’t mean he isn’t a freak.”
“He’s a good partner, great, even. And you are not nice to him. Last year, you and Tommy would shoot spitballs at Hellfire every day until Higgins told you to stop.”
“That was Tommy’s idea.” He still went along with it. The amusement Steve still felt from the prank made your stomach turn.
“Eddie’s actually trying. We’re doing rather well I’d like to think.”
“Tell that to Tammy and Greg when he didn’t do his project in O’Donnell’s last spring. He nearly cost them their own grades.”
“Well,” you gripped the door to your locker. As you did, your thumb grazed that picture of you and the boys as Star Wars characters a few Halloween’s back. “O’Donnell’s a bitch. She has it out for everyone.”
That’s exactly what Eddie had told you.
“Yeah, right,” Steve said in disbelief, “he put you up to this? Makin’ everyone believe he’s actually gonna graduate on time like the rest of us?”
“Steve,” you huffed. He was angry he wasn’t succeeding at project parenthood and you and Eddie were. The fact that he and Nancy had barely spoken two sentences to each other that entire week also increased his belligerence.
“We’re all managing the best we can. Eddie’s a good partner. It surprised me too but here we are, almost done, and he’s done nothing but stay true to his word.”
Well, mostly. You tried to forget about the school day on Wednesday.
“He giving you free weed or something to get him a good grade? I heard he’s gonna deal the party which means it’s only gonna be fun for an hour before everyone is high and annoying.”
“Hey,” Nancy narrowed her eyes at Steve, “why is everything a deal? If she says he’s a good partner, then he’s a good partner. End of story.”
“So, you’re defending Munson now too?” He rose his eyebrows high beneath his three strands of hair that fell onto his forehead. “Jesus… it’s the literal apocalypse. Apocalypse!”
“I’m not having this conversation with you.”
Done with Steve’s antics, Nancy turned her body away from Steve and back to how she was originally standing. Inside, her mind was fighting every physical urge to apologize and revert back to her timid self of one year ago.
But she could feel the way your demeanor changed when Steve began cutting on Eddie. You were her friend—best friend—and Nancy Wheeler would be dammed if her boyfriend was going to make you feel that way.
Steve was growing. However, he was far from perfect.
“Nance, come on…” Steve complained as he rested his head on her shoulder. She ignored him the best she could at the moment.
“Are you going to the game tonight? Last one for the year,” football game. Nancy’s wide eyes were hopeful that she wouldn’t be stuck standing by a wild Steve and the popular kids she didn’t like.
“No,” you shook your head, grabbing Bilbo out of the locker and shutting it. “I’ve got Bilbo and I have to study for that Spanish test from last week when I get home.”
“You had Bilbo yesterday! What happened to Eddie doing his fair share?”
“He has Hellfire tonight and when we went through our plans, I told him I would take the doll when he had his club. He swapped Sunday so if you aren’t hungover from the party, we can get breakfast or something.”
Steve wrapped his arms around Nancy’s waist, pulling her tightly against him as she breathed out heavily.
“Fine,” she grumbled, “but you’re picking up the tab.”
“You’re really going to study for a Spanish test on a Friday night?” Steve asked, brow quirked and judgmental.
“Tell me, Steve,” you shut your locker, “with Halloween and all of my other homework on Sunday, when would I have time to study for the test? Some of us do study and I know that might surprise you.”
“Ouch,” he winced, pouting as Nancy tried to wiggle from his grasp, “You’re being mean. I blame Munson. He’s corrupting you.”
“Blame away,” you began walking backwards from the two lovers as the clock ticked rapidly toward the end of passing period. “I rather like the person I’m turning into.”
“Have you thought about your costume yet?”
As you stepped out of Clay’s calculus class, Eddie snatched the homework (that the teacher had been passing out not a moment before) from your hands.
He had left Click’s history class five minutes early to catch you before Nancy drove you home. To make frivolous conversation, he asked about calculus and joked about you getting a tutor which left him burned when you told him he should get a tutor too—for all of his classes.
A few hours earlier, he had seen Nancy and Steve snug as a bug beside your locker as the hair’s arrogant attitude turned two faces sour. Eddie had observed it in passing; walking out of the lunchroom with the rest of the Hellfire members he shared it with only to pass your locker without you noticing because the two lovebirds held your attention.
The look on your face then was different than it was now. Relaxed, gratified. Another week was completed and Halloween was tomorrow.
“So…?” You waved a hand in front of his face. Eddie was staring into space; the kind where you don’t realize it because your thoughts are running either a million miles per second or not moving at all.
“Hm?” He asked, standing a bit straighter after realizing he hadn’t answered your question.
“Have you thought about your Halloween costume yet?” You questioned again as you slipped another notebook into your backpack.
“Got it yesterday, actually,” Eddie’s grin made your stomach flutter. He had that devilish smirk that made the football players angry as he stood on tables and jeered at their dull ignorance of being jocks.
“And it is what?”
“A surprise,” his eyes flicked to the pictures in your locker and this time, you caught him looking. Backing up a bit, the hand that wasn’t holding your backpack by its handle traced the edges of the pictures and plucked them off one by one from their spots.
“This one is from the Fourth of July last year,” you motioned for Eddie to take it and he did. “Nancy’s mom had us take all the kids to the fireworks at the fairgrounds.”
“Ah, the fireworks,” Eddie recalled, “pretty sure last year I graffitied Mayor Kline’s garage door the same time those were going on.”
“You didn’t,” you put the other picture in your hand up to your lips, hiding your mouth in bewilderment that he would openly admit to that. That shit made the news.
“Oh, but I did,” Eddie declared in a whispered excitement. The way he scrunched his nose at your disbelief made you beam from underneath the picture. “In big fat letters: if you repeat a lie enough, it becomes the truth.”
“In protest of Kline’s decision to build that mall? He was going to sell Forest Hill’s land, right?” You removed the picture from your mouth as the reality of his act of political artistic expression came to full realization. Eddie didn’t do things like that just to get a rise out of people. He did it because he hated the guy and without protest, who knew where he would be living at the moment.
“Yes, ma’am,” he held his chin out proudly, “saved the people of the trailer park. Local hero and all…” he boasted with a smile before handing back the first picture.
“So, you and Wheeler have been friends for a bit?”
“Since we were little,” you nodded your head and stuck that picture back onto the metal locker. Eddie took the second one you offered. “Our parents went to school together and I guess they’re not in the same tax bracket anymore but Karen Wheeler and my mom still get together every Sunday to talk shit about Nancy’s dad.”
“Not yours?” Eddie snickered.
“No,” you dropped your backpack on the ground and faced him fully, “my parents get along just fine. But these little dweebs,” you pointed your finger at the boys in the photo, “are the same ones from the car the other day.”
“This one,” he pointed to Mike, “is Wheeler’s brother.”
“Mike,” you gave him an ‘uh-huh,’ “and this here is Will Byers—who I don’t babysit,” you looked up at him, “and these two… these two are the worst offenders of them all.”
Eddie hardly doubted that. Two cheeky smiles hanging onto your shoulders as your arms wrapped around theirs. A curly haired Han Solo and a grinning Luke Skywalker.
“Dustin Henderson and Lucas Sinclair. I’ve babysat them since I was like… eight.”
“You’re good with kids then?” He quirked a brow, genuinely asking.
Every second he could spend getting to know you better he grasped tightly.
“I guess,” he looked back at the picture and saw the joy on those kids faces. They were happy to be there; they were happy to be in your presence and he couldn’t blame them in the slightest. “It’s as good as a job as any but I don’t know if I’ll ever want my own. Maybe if the right circumstances present themselves I’ll change my mind.”
“But they’ve got nothing on Bilbo, right?”
“Oh, no,” you laughed and grabbed the picture back, “Bilbo runs circles around them. Doesn’t talk back, does his homework on time…”
“Are you going to bring Bilbo to Tina’s? Not really sure Sandra Dee would be seen carrying a baby.”
“My dad offered to make sure any tantrums would be dealt with. We are free to live our lives as childless parents,” you joked and Eddie imagined this Halloween but also a hundred more. “You can pick him up when you drop me off.”
Childless or not. A part of him couldn’t imagine it without you.
“You have,” Eddie cleared his throat, eyes darting around the hallway before landing back to you, “you have really nice parents, by the way.”
“Thanks,” taken aback by his honesty, “I mean, I think they’re just like everyone else’s but yeah, I guess they’re nice.”
“Not everyone’s parents would have let me stay at their house all afternoon,” he shoved his hands into his jacket’s pockets and leaned against the lockers with a slouch. “Some of us drew the short straw in that department.”
Eddie never talked about his home life. You knew of Wayne because he worked at the plant with your dad, but no one ever really talked about it. In sixth grade, he was out for a week because his mom died. The teacher passed around a card for you all to sign yet no one said a word when he returned.
“Well,” you shrugged to pretend it wasn’t as heavy as it seemed, “the families we’re given don’t have to be the ones we choose. These kids,” you pointed to the picture you just put back, “are my family even if we don’t share any blood.”
“You know,” Eddie gazed at you with tender eyes that you wouldn’t have caught if you weren’t in tune with your own emotions. “You’re a little too smart for your own good.”
You laughed, grinning from ear to ear as you leaned down to grab your backpack again. “Not at math, though.”
“No,” Eddie shook his head. He ducked his head, feeling the heat creep onto his neck until it found its way on his cheeks. His hair hid what you couldn’t see. You grabbed your science textbook and Bilbo before closing your locker. When he willed the tint away, he watched the way you adjusted the bag on your shoulders with one hand as you held Bilbo in the other.
“I guess not math.”
“I’d rather have the emotional intelligence anyway,” tossing your head in the direction of the door, Eddie animatedly sprung himself from the lockers and back into the emptying hallway. Two cheerleaders nearly ran into him and he lifted his arms like he had been caught for murder.
Emotional intelligence. If you had stronger, clearer emotional intelligence you would have taken the initiative to ask Eddie out. You would have realized your crush on him was firm and unyielding enough to warrant an actual date.
But the “not date, date” of Tina’s Halloween party loitered between the two of you. Neither had mentioned the “not date” besides the costumes you were going to wear that wouldn’t match.
As you navigated the halls together to exit the building, Eddie walked beside you and every so often, his arm would brush yours. Not on accident.
“Dustin and those kids, they’re in middle school?”
“Eighth graders…” just the thought that next fall they’d be in high school made you feel really old. “They’ll be coming here next year.”
“I’ll have to tell Gareth about them,” he said, “maybe when I’m gone he can recruit them for Hellfire.”
“You gonna graduate on time, Munson?” You smiled, knocking your shoulder into the arm that kept grazing you. As dramatically as Eddie could, he stumbled and rubbed his arm like it hurt.
“That’s offensive, you know that?” He feigned insult. “If I don’t, I’ll just welcome them myself. The lost sheepies are the ones that are easiest to catch.”
“Lost sheepies,” you repeated softly. Eddie pattered his way back beside you.
“They’d probably like you a lot,” you told him when he returned. “Will would take a minute to warm up to you but I think Dustin would cling to you. He likes the… weird ones.”
“First I’m not gonna graduate on time and now I’m weird?” Eddie threw his head back. “You’re killin’ me today with this defamation.”
Defamation. ‘Where the hell did that come from,’ Eddie thought to himself.
“I don’t think you being weird is a bad thing, Eddie,” Eddie. Not Munson or anything else. It was something he’d never tire of hearing. “You just embrace it. Weird is cool—even if Billy or Tammy or Carol don’t think so.”
“You’re pretty weird yourself, mama.”
The end of the hallway was quickly approaching and Eddie jogged forward, opening the door for you and holding open.
“Thanks,” you told him, “for both the… compliment and the door.”
“It’s what fellow weirdos do for each other,” at the end of the walkway, Eddie realized he was going in one direction and you the other.
The end of Friday had been reached. Only the Halloween party was left.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then, yeah?” He asked as if the answer wasn’t clear. You nodded, head giving an enthusiastic bob you’d be thinking over later.
“How will I know what to look for if you don’t tell me what your going as?” You shouted as he walked toward his van. There wasn’t a part of you that cared what other people thought anymore.
Carol and Billy get fucked. There was only one life you’d remember and you’d be dammed if Eddie wasn’t a part of it in some way.
“Don’t worry, mama,” he turned around and kept walking backwards. A smirk playing on lips like it always belonged there. “You’ll recognize me.”
“Okay,” Nancy came trotting back into her room from her mother’s closet, “here,” she tossed a small red scarf into your lap as you sat on her bed.
“What’s this?”
“The ascot I said I’d give you,” she said like it was obvious. Nancy fiddled with the black tie on her shirt in the mirror above her dresser.
“Nance,” you called over to her, catching her eyes, “have you ever seen Grease?”
“Of course I have.”
“Then you’d know that Sandy doesn’t wear an ascot… just red shoes.”
“No,” she objected, “she definitely wears an ascot.”
“Tell that to Olivia Newton-John,” you got up from the bed and went straight to her closet, pulling it open to reveal a small stack of VHS tapes at the bottom. Grease was the fifth one down and on the back, Danny and Sandy at the senior carnival fun house was plastered on the back.
You handed it to her on unsteady legs as the red heels you wore were beginning to become unforgiving. One night, just one night.
“See,” you told her, “no ascot.”
“I swear to God she had one,” Nancy looked in wonder before handing it back to you. “But you’ve got the shirt and leggings and belt. That’s good enough.”
“No jacket though,” you sat back down on her bed.
“Maybe there’s a reason you couldn’t find it,” she giggled to herself like a schoolgirl.
“Oh, yeah?” You questioned. All this dancing around… you didn’t want Monday to arrive and end with Eddie never speaking to you again. Wishing upon a shooting star, whatever confidence you could muster tonight would have to manifest itself into reality.
Project Parenthood was not going to end on your watch without you asking Eddie Munson out on a date.
That was what you came to terms with Friday night.
You just hoped he didn’t think you a fool for believing he might actually say yes. You also didn’t take Eddie to be the kind of guy who’d be embarrassed that a girl asked him out. What if he wanted someone to be forward? What if he liked confidence and strife over classic gender roles being challenged?
The guy was as non-conformist as a person could get.
“Well, maybe Billy Hargrove would lend me his,” you joked and she dropped the tube of mascara she had just picked up back on the dresser.
“Billy Hargrove?” She spoke in a harsh whisper as her hand searched for it again. “What the hell—“
Nancy took one look at you and saw the mischief all over your face. It was a joke. You were joking. You wouldn’t let Billy Hargrove touch you with a ten foot pole.
“I think if Eddie Munson heard you say that he would keel over.”
“I think if Eddie Munson heard I had a big fat crush on him he’d keel over.”
Nancy thought it was nice to hear you admit that.
“Die from excitement or die from embarrassment?” Nancy laughed as you fell back against the bed. Her pillows sounded a “poof” as you laid against them.
“Hopefully not that latter.”
“I don’t think he would die from embarrassment… if my opinion means anything,” she returned the wand to the tube before sitting down beside your reclined figure on the bed. Nancy took your hand in hers and squeezed it.
“Eddie is the strangest, weirdest person I think I’ve ever laid eyes on but if he can make you happy, then that’s all I want for you.”
“Even after what I said about you and Steve the other day? You still want me to be the one to ride off into a sunset?”
Nancy shrugged, looking down at your hands entwined. “Sometimes the truth is hard to swallow. Maybe Steve just isn’t the one.”
“But he’s the Joel to your Lana.”
“Tonight, yeah,” she sighed, patting your hands with her free one, “but the bullshit has to stop. I just don’t know how to tell him.”
“Nance,” you fidgeted your hand out of hers and sat up on your elbows. Nancy’s room full of cream colors and pinks was juvenile while her experiences and feelings were far from it.
“It’s true though, isn’t it? It’s been two years and sometimes I feel like I don’t know him at all. Where his mind is at, concerns… I try and get him to open up but he just won’t. How am I supposed to be a good girlfriend when all he wants to do is party and hang with friends on the weekend?”
“This has to be your decision,” you told her candidly, “and perhaps after tonight you’ll feel differently.”
“We still on for breakfast tomorrow?” Nancy got up from the bed and went back to her dresser. “That way I can tell you all about it because Eddie’s taking you home.”
“Yeah, we’re still on.”
“And then you can tell me all about how Eddie is actually, surprisingly, a good kisser,” she laughed as you stuffed your head into her pillows.
“You really sound like Barb; you know that?”
“No, no,” Nancy shook her head, putting up a finger in the mirror, “Barb would say, ‘you really think Eddie Munson would be a good boyfriend? Don’t you remember when he hotboxed weed in his van at lunch last year and Chief Hopper had to tape off the parking spot because little kids were accidentally given a second-hand high?’ That’s what she’d say.”
“And then she’d ask if he made it to second base,” you grinned, turning over to stare at her ceiling. “Only to be followed with a very loud ‘eww, I can’t believe you did that!”
“I miss her,” Nancy said fondly, “she wasn’t the biggest fan of Steve but she’d want me to be happy. She’d want you to be happy to so,” she gave you that knowing look, “you’re gonna put on some red lipstick and drink a couple beers and by the time Eddie Munson knows what’s hit him, he’ll be so in love no other girl could compare.”
Overwhelming.
That was the first word that popped into your mind when you thought of the scene around you. It was nine-thirty, there were cars parked sloppily on the grass and students scattered everywhere. The music was blasting from Tina’s stereo so loudly it might burst your eardrum by the time the night is over and it helped none that the one thing you wanted to find was missing—somewhere in the house or the yards but not beside you.
Third wheeling with Steve and Nancy wasn’t fun when they argued on the ride over.
You sat in the back of Steve’s BMW wishing to be sucked into the seat only to never be seen again. Nancy’s attitude shifted from excited to upset and Steve was just being an asshole about the whole “parties are fun and we’re going to stay the entire time” conversation that started the argument. Those feelings lingered when the car parked, when the three of you made it inside, and then when you found yourself stuffed into a corner beside a curio cabinet.
“Oh, God,” Nancy mumbled when Billy Hargrove—alongside Tommy Hagen and the rest of the goons who couldn’t separate themselves from the freshest meat—clocked the three of you standing away from the entry way’s makeshift dance floor. “Don’t start anything,” she told Steve who looked in the direction she stared.
Besides the crushing weight of the party on your shoulders, stepping out of your comfort zone in a Halloween costume that Nancy picked out for you made your hands shake with tension. The confident thoughts of earlier running out of your mind the second everyone started looking at you like a fish out of water. A couple guys whistled, the girls judged. There was no happy medium at a place like this.
“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a new keg king, Harrington,” Tommy gloated as Billy challenged Steve. He pulled off his sunglasses and Nancy turned around to you.
“Let’s go get a drink, yeah?” She asked with pleading eyes. You glanced at the group of hot-shot boys—their gazes watching you and Nancy like pieces of meat for taking and it made your skin crawl.
“Yeah,” you let Nancy hook her pinky through yours as the two of you trekked past groups of your peers quickly getting drunk and eating scattered snacks in the kitchen. A couple, whom you didn’t know, were swapping tongues beside the stove.
On the counter beside open bottles of booze, a bowl fitted with dry ice and a ruby liquid sat being consumed by a boy in a toga. He chugged a red cup down before filling another one and doing the same. That was ‘pure fuel’ or the one drink that could send anyone to that drunken bliss with so much as a sip. Nancy peered into it like a mysterious lake.
“Do you want any?” She picked up two red solo cups, offering up one for you but you looked around for the fridge instead. Behind you, next to the two making out, the fridge was left cracked open.
“No,” you walked the small space to the fridge and grabbed a cold can of Pabst Blue Ribbon out of it. It was a party; Tina was going to buy the cheapest beer she could. “And I wouldn’t suggest you drink a ton of that either.”
“Why?” Nancy contested, swiping the cup into the bowl. “Aren’t we supposed to have fun? Get drunk and make stupid mistakes while we’re young? Just be stupid teenagers for one night.”
She was still pissed off at Steve.
“If you’re going to drink that,” you cracked open the can in relief when one of your nails didn’t break, “try to know your limit, alright? I don’t want to babysit you over the toilet later.”
“Deal,” she chugged the cup over the bowl as Steve rejoined the two of you. He began protesting her actions immediately and she replied by using his words against him—the same ones he used to argue to stay at the party. Nancy filled her cup again, slammed it, and wiped the excess of her face before leaving the two of you in the dust.
“You say somethin’ to her?” Steve turned to you with an accusatory glare. “She’s been weird all week.”
“She’s been weird or you’ve been ignoring her?” You countered unexpectedly.
“I haven’t been ignoring her.”
“I’ve seen you with Tammy Thompson more times than I can count this week and every day when Nance takes me home, you don’t kiss her goodbye.”
“We’re partners, remember?” Steve scoffed. “You should know that more than anyone. Where is the freak anyway? I can smell the weed; I know he’s here yet he’s not with you…” He was mad too. Steve and Nancy both angry at each other made everyone else in their paths feel the scorching ire of their pain.
“He’s not my date, Steve… He’s my partner, remember?”
Rolling your eyes, you brushed past him and left him in the kitchen alone. A quick escape through the door that led to the backyard let the cool breeze meet your face and the sting of Steve’s words fell from you. It was a rather nice October night. It was just cold enough where jackets could be enjoyed but the Midwestern urge to remain strong in the breeze left many without one. There was a bonfire raging in the back and friend groups scattered on the lawn.
Katie Yang was sitting around the bonfire when her eyes caught the door to Tina’s house open and close.
Her eyes nearly popped out of her skull—not from the smell of weed surrounding her, but from the fact that Eddie hadn’t been lying.
An hour ago, Eddie rolled up to Tina’s with a backpack full of drugs yet that wasn’t what everyone talked about as the fast murmured rumors made their way through crowds of students like tidal wave. With the three other members of Hellfire that had been invited because they were seniors, the whispers surrounded them first before someone had the will to approach them.
“Shit,” She didn’t know their name, “did you hear about Munson?”
“What about him?” Katie asked them and they threw their head back, hair going a wild as they screeched.
“He’s dressed as fucking Danny Zuko! And not the cool one!”
“Danny Zuko…” Katie trailed off, furrowing her brows as she tried to place the name. “From Grease?”
Eddie was musical, yes, but he didn’t like a ton of musicals.
“You’re joking,” one of the members of Hellfire said before moving through the living room crowd and peeking out through the blinds of the closest window.
“Holy fucking shit!”
He stuck out like a sore thumb. He was wearing the classic all black, tight jeans with a white cardigan sweater embossed with a red ‘R’ sewed into the side. Eddie’s hair was pulled into a ponytail and while he didn’t wear the look often, some of the drunk girls in the yard were ogling him like they’d jump his bones in an instant. When he came inside, the students gawked before realizing their weed had arrived and while they jested with Eddie, their words didn’t hit him. Katie could see the way their words brushed off his shoulder and he kept looking at the door.
So, an hour after that she saw you walk out of Tina’s house dressed as Sandy, Katie had to bite back the first remark that came to mind. She picked a couple blades of grass off the ground as Eddie rolled papers next to her on a tree stump—the glow from the bonfire lighting his work.
“Why’d you decide to go as Danny?” Katie proposed, watching you lean against one of the columns and drink the rancid PBR like it was water.
“Why not?” Eddie replied but focused solely on the ratio of weed to paper in his lap. Every time he put a rolled one down next to him, someone would swipe it, light it, and disappear before he could complain.
“Didn’t take you for a man who’d grovel for a lady, that’s all.”
“I don’t grovel, Yang,” he quipped and she smiled, folding her arms over her bent legs and laying her head on it.
“Besides, you see me crawling now?” Eddie motioned to the papers in his lap. “Little miss Mary Jane is the priority right now.”
“You sure about that?”
Eddie heard the way she crooned, her eyes flicking from his own to the house. His heart skipped a beat. The knowledge that if he looked now, he’d see you there—perhaps not even looking in his direction—but available for him to admire for a time. Since the moment you told him you were going as Sandy, he dreamt, daydreamed, about what you’d look like. How the vision he conjured was nothing compared to the way you’d embrace every part of yourself in an outfit like that.
“I can roll, if you want,” Katie suggested as he contemplated throwing the weed on the ground and forgetting all about it. He did admit once that he’d consider going sober for you. Before he could even object, she took the baggie from beside him and put a hand out for the papers.
“Gareth told me all about it,” she admitted. Eddie couldn’t even be mad. “Go get that girl, Munson. It’s not every day your dreams come true.”
All he could muster was a tight smile for her.
There were a lot of people in the yard. Every face blurred the brighter the fire got; some littered in the grass, others standing, a few on stools or stumps. Your feet were aching as you gripped the banister to relieve the pressure. A half drank PBR clutched in one hand as you stared down at your feet. Eddie sauntered over to the house as you shifted your feet. His quiet steps against the grass not alerting you that he had been sitting in the backyard at all.
Eddie planted himself a foot away from the deck in front of you, swallowing his fears and trying to embody the voice of surprise that mimicked the exact moment in the movie. A little accent, a little bit of the ‘ol greaser swagger.
Just a guy, seeing a girl, and absolutely smitten in the way in which she looks.
“Mama!?”
And only Eddie could get that smile to creep onto your face.
The not date, date was simple.
It had taken you an entire hour to find Eddie on a property no bigger than the Wheeler’s and the moment you heard his ‘surprised’ voice, you knew the evening had changed for the better. For two hours, you sat beside one another and just talked. He talked about his hobbies and joked about his nerdy interests while you detailed your own and he listened as intently as you had for his. In his stupid letterman cardigan and his stupid ponytailed hair, Eddie sat beside you on the deck—backs against the railing as you sat on the wood floor—and admitted that he hadn’t ever planned to wear a costume in the first place.
“So,” you knocked your heeled foot against his converse, “where in the world did you manage to find that sweater?”
“This old thing?” He pulled at the lapels, “I have a bunch of them in my closest. What? You’ve never seen me wear these before?” He lived for the giggle that left your lips. Painted in a candy red, it was hard not to look right at them.
“Oh, yeah,” you faked support for his lie, “all the time, Eddie. It’s your best look obviously.”
“That’s what I said!” Eddie cackled, drawing a can of beer to his lips. “Gareth helped me. His sister used to watch Grease all the time so he had a pretty good idea of what I was looking for.”
“I’ll have to thank him then,” you moved your hands to sit in your lap, fingernails making a small clicking sound as they met before looking over at him.
“Why?”
You leaned your head in as he would have done. “Because he helped you pick out those jeans.”
For a second, Eddie was stunned silent. His lip quirked, eyes sparkling and wide with utter fascination that you had just explicitly flirted with him when he had been planning to make all the moves on Halloween. It was his moment; his situation that he grasped tightly and ran with because if it wasn’t him, he felt it would slip through his fingers.
But you had just given him hope that his feelings may have not been one sided. That your kindness and acceptance of him wasn’t misplaced in pity but instead in attraction.
“Well,” he said lowly, “then I guess I have to thank Wheeler then, too.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because she told you to dress like this and I think you just walked out of a fantasy I didn’t know I had.”
The surge of butterflies hit your confidence like the wolf blowing down the house made of sticks—wavering for a second before standing tall again. Eddie had a blush dusting his cheeks yet he didn’t hide from you; a tightrope growing thicker for every word shared, every sentiment revealed and accepted.
“I guess I should dress like this all the time?”
Eddie nudged you playfully, appreciating that you reciprocated it and swayed back toward him. “I think I like the way you dress everyday a little bit more.”
“Yeah, me too. Kinda miss those rings… you're not ‘Eddie’ without them. Or the vest, leather jacket… any of it.”
He looked down at his ringless hands only to agree. There was a nakedness to his appearance without them. He had his necklace, but no bracelet, no rings, no chain, no handcuff belt, and it felt different even if it was just a costume.
“I am surprised you chose this Danny to dress up as.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, “I guess it’s ironic for me too.”
“Ironic?” He questioned. “How?”
“When Danny and Sandy realize they like each other,” you spoke carefully to find the right words. From the time you’ve spent with Eddie over the last week and two days, he listened to everything. He remembered much more than he let on and he read people, their emotions, and their words with caution; “they change themselves only to fall back to who they were because no one has to change to be loved.”
“Do you remember when I said you were too smart for your own good?”
You laughed, glancing at him for a second too long before biting your lip. “You don’t have to stop being ‘Eddie’ for people to like you. I’m more than content with Eddie Munson “rockstar” than I am Eddie Munson “letterman Danny Zuko.”
“Wow,” he said, drawing out the word slowly, “did the girl next door just say she liked me?”
Only Eddie would joke about it. And only Eddie could make you feel good about admitting it.
“Well,” he said when he let the thought process through him, “you should know that you don’t have to be “hot girl Sandy” for me to like you either. I am more than content with “head in a book” and “Bilbo’s mama” than I am “leather bound in red heels.” And as he did whenever he wanted to invade your personal space more than sitting close, he leaned in, down to your ear, “but before you run off and never wear this again, indulge me?”
You turned your head at his words. He was so close. The smell of his cologne mixed with two cans of beer, one joint, and three cigarettes right beside you—arms touching, head barely two inches from yours. If this was a fantasy and he had begun the conversation two hours before with one of the most iconic lines from the film, all you would have to do is embody her like Nancy had told you and reply in kind.
Eddie could see the cogs turning in your head. Thoughts on how to go about it racking every part.
“Come on,” he leaned back, scrambling to his feet so quickly he almost knocked over his can. Eddie extended a hand, helping you stand before leading you back to the closest end of the deck. He let go of your hand and held them out in front of him as if telling you to stay before backing away.
“Okay, wait, wait, wait!” Eddie dug into the pocket of his white sweater and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Tapping one from the pack, he held it up as an offering with enthusiastic eyes.
“Trust me, alright?”
You nodded, hands laid out along the railing of the deck on either side. The temptation was biting at him; the way you were effortlessly drawing him in. Closer and closer until he couldn’t breathe because he was so consumed by you that all he needed was one… little… taste.
He lifted his hand toward his face, showing you what he wanted. Eddie had the unlit cigarette between his pointer and middle fingers, pulling it away from his lips untouched.
“Open your mouth a little bit,” he said and watched as you followed his direction with no complaint.
Eddie stepped closer, hand going over your right arm that was outstretched to lift the cigarette toward your lips and inching the filter forward. You watched his eyes drift down, taking in the way your lips looked so different yet all the same coated in that red lipstick.
“You ever smoke before?” He asked lowly; voice an airless buzz against your face.
“Once or twice,” you admitted and he nodded, hair pulled back in a ponytail by a black scrunchie you could barely see. The sounds of Bon Jovi’s Runaway playing loudly around you.
“Then indulge me in this,” he replied as he let the filter land between your lips and let his fingers go. The cigarette teetered there between the red as they held it; Eddie not pulling back as he dug into his pocket again and pulled out a lighter.
“Still alright?”
You hummed around the stick and his knees nearly buckled at the sound. But he had to keep his cool. Eddie had to be suave; Eddie had to be tempting.
His thumb sparked the fire and it burned bright between you. The reflection of the blaze shining in both of your eyes and captivating, if only for a moment, the seconds before the brink.
Eddie held the flame to the other end and when it lit, he backed away quickly. He bit down on his lower lip, nodding for you to do it and briefly, you felt a little ridiculous as the scattered students of Hawkins high disappeared around you. Their presence not important compared to the one dressed as letterman Danny Zuko.
The butt sizzled and flashed its angry red. You had yet to breathe it in. Eyes watching his every gesture as he stood there, waiting expectantly for you to make the move. He made his, you make yours, and then he would have to go again. A game of chess with two idiots in love.
Your demeanor changed when you breathed in the stick for the first time. Once or twice his ass, Eddie thought as you didn’t even lift your hands off the railings to grab it away from your lips—just held it there between them as the smoke escaped from the sides.
‘If he can make you happy, then that’s all I want for you,’ Nancy’s admission playing loudly in your head that balanced the rapid thumping of your heart.
If you hadn’t known Eddie held a candle for you before, the way he was looking at you now was enough. If his admission wasn’t enough, his eyes were. Utterly captivated by the way you stood—confident and seductive. Hip slightly jutted out, your heeled feet helped bend one leg and the image was perfect. Seared into his brain forever as the moment he realized that you were the one in his dreams.
A fantasy where he was the strapping Aragorn—a hero, courageous and strong, with his Arwen—timeless and headstrong, kind and forgiving.
Your eyes broke away from his stare and out to the yard. The cigarette’s smoke left your lips again. Eddie rose both of his hands into a prayer position; fingers meeting and resting against his lips right under his nose. The anticipation was killing him.
In an instant, your eyes returned and what he saw sent him to an early grave. He met his maker and was cast away like Icarus as you adjusted the way your posture presented you from the top of your head, out your fingers, and through your toes.
Sandy to Frenchie to Rizzo be dammed. You embodied something greater than them all and he was lucky enough to be at the receiving end of it.
And then you said it.
You indulged him in a fantasy he didn’t even know he had until you told him what you were going as.
“Tell me about it,” manicured fingers took the cigarette away from your lips and the smoke billowed into the night, “stud.”
And like Sandy does in the film, you dropped the cigarette and put it out with your shoe, arms going back to the decks railing and looking back at Eddie. Checkmate.
However, Eddie couldn’t have you get the checkmate. He couldn’t have you be the one to end up on top when he had been planning this for days. Since the moment he shrieked outside of Gareth’s window that he had a crush on you—fully formed and not a silly grade school one that made him want to tug pigtails and call you names. Eddie shook his head, dropping his hands from their position and drew close. He caged you into that spot and with the permission in your eyes, one of his hands grazed your side.
A brush of knuckles along the fabric of your shirt, belt, then pants, before his palm became certain. Running along the same track his knuckles had just traced before settling on your waist.
“Indulge me one more thing,” Eddie’s breath barely hitched when you rested one hand on the arm he had around you and the other gripped his sweater. He took his other hand and rested it on your jaw, thumb caressing a spot as his fingers gingerly held your head.
“Let me take you out. On a real date where I can bring you flowers,” he smiled the same time you did, “and your dad can tell me to have you home by nine but I’ll have you back at nine-o-five because I can’t stop kissing you in my shitty van.”
You pulled him closer, hand clutching his sweater tightly to keep him to you. “You beat me to it.”
“Yeah, mama?” He smiled, eyes consistently trained on your red lips. “You gonna ask me out?”
“I can’t,” you could barely function with the way your heart leapt, “I’ve already got a date.”
“So, that’s a yes?”
“Yes and are you gonna kiss me, Munson? I don’t think I can—“
Eddie didn’t let you finish. He pressed his lips to yours and you accepted them eagerly. His gentle touch a haven as the deal was sealed. Your hand that rested on his forearm moved to his hair, tugging out the scrunchie because if you were going to kiss Eddie, all of him had to be part of it. He reveled the feeling of your fingers weaving into his hair; lips threatening to grin as he got his girl and you got your boy. Nervousness subsiding, all that was left was the tenderness of being two people in love.
No longer two idiots in love; no longer two fake parenting partners.
But a pair fit like two puzzle pieces made for one another.
And when Mr. Allen collected the dolls on Monday, he revealed that each had a floppy disk inside their plush bodies that recorded the number of tantrums and minutes passed between them until soothed. As it turned out, you and Eddie had the best times in the class and in all of Mr. Allen’s years of teaching, Eddie Munson was the first one to prove him wrong. The ‘A’ on top of his assignment sheet at the end of that week became his most important achievement at the time.
Not because he managed to care for a fake baby, but because in the end, he walked out of the class hand and hand with you knowing that everything—no matter what would happen in his life—would be okay.
[Mario Bonus Round Sound: Oh, Baby, it’s Real]
The early morning sunlight trickled into the room from the breaks in the blinds. Everything was sterile; light woods and itchy fabrics, the bed wasn’t comfortable but it was better than the chair. A bag sat in the corner unzipped and its contents unflatteringly pulled out of it. There were fast food wrappers on a tray table with empty cups sitting on the windowsill ready to be basked in sunlight.
Eddie had never been more tired.
The chaise was a second option because he couldn’t have the bed and he would never ask to have it anyway. The chair had grown increasingly unworthy of his attention after sixteen hours of pacing and sitting, pacing and sitting. He could barely keep his eyes open. The kind of tired that Eddie was feeling made everything sluggish; his body laid out on the green piece of furniture, his hand skimmed the cold tile floor as the sounds of a tile cleaner passed by the closed door.
If someone asked eighteen-year-old Eddie Munson where he thought he’d be at thirty, sitting here, in a hospital in Los Angeles would not be his first assumption.
Mega rockstar? Hot-shot guitarist with the best hair? Those were more probable than this.
But he let the whirring of the machine act as white noise. However, in the life that he wouldn’t trade for anything, quiet never lasted long.
“Mr. Munson?” A hand shook his shoulder, nudging the sleep he wished for into the back of his mind to be dreamt of another time.
“Mr. Munson,” the voice called again. Eddie cracked an eye open and saw the nurse give him a small smile, pity for the obvious tiredness that drooped from his face. “I’m sorry to wake you but there are visitors outside and I didn’t want to bring them in because of…”
She didn’t need to say it. People posing to be friends or family just to get a picture or a story. It was something he had to deal with, yet never got used to. It wasn’t natural nor normal to have to hide pieces of a person’s life because people felt entitled to every piece of them. The price of fame was high; the balance of privacy and publicity was a difficult seesaw.
Eddie sat up, the nurse pulling back and waiting for him at the door. She had seen many people walk through these halls, sit and stay by their partner’s side during the most life changing moment they’d ever have and Eddie was no different than the best of them. As he past the bed, he rubbed a foot covered in a yellow blanket and hospital grade sheets gently before exiting the room.
“I put them in a room down here because they were adamant that they were family,” she told him, her glasses swinging on her scrubs and hair graying at the roots. “One young man was particularly vibrant in his language… Claims he’s her brother but I don’t think they look anything alike.”
Eddie chuckled, squeezing the woman’s shoulder as she pointed to the door that she had huddled them all in. “I think I know exactly who that is actually.”
“If you bring them in the room, have them try to be quiet. You don’t see much silence up here and I’d rather give the opportunity for peaceful rest.”
“Will do,” he said but deep down, he felt that silence wouldn’t last if the gaggle of people he believed to be beyond the door to the other room turned to be true.
“Congratulations again,” she said and left him in the hall.
Eddie could hear the chatter beyond the threshold; bickering and the distinct sound of plastic wrap around flowers and balloons crinkling through the air. His life had changed so much from 1984. Each year more difficult and challenging—unprecedented and terrifying but here he was, an established adult man with his life (sort of) put together. Everything was clicking into place and most of it stemmed from the moment Steve Harrington and a girl named Lisa drew two names out of Mr. Allen’s bowls from home.
He walked through the doorway and saw fifteen smiling, giddy faces beaming back at him with balloons, bags, and flowers in their hands. Dustin was holding a teddy bear, El, Max, and Lucas were carrying bags of food for everyone to eat for lunch.
“Surprise!” They shouted in scattered exclamations of excited cheers.
Eddie had never been so happy to have a family—one of his own and one of his choosing.
Dustin was the first to barrel into him, throwing his arms around Eddie and hugging him tightly. It set off a chain reaction in the room. Arms and bodies squished, Eddie couldn’t tell if it was Hopper, Wayne, or your dad who rubbed the top of his head like he was a dog. Either way, the love was felt; the love was absorbed and it spread further into the hospital than just that little room. Fifteen connected souls bonding over something new.
“Congrats man,” Steve extended a hand, grasping Eddie’s with a firm grip as Robin hung off his shoulder. “Never thought I’d see you like this. But it also confirms that you and Y/n do the deed and I don’t like thinking about that.”
“Yeah,” Eddie chuckled tiredly. They could see how drained he was. Only the older ones in the room could relate to how Eddie was feeling. “I didn’t think I’d ever be here either.”
“But you know what?” Nancy piped up from beside Steve. “I never had a doubt that you’d be a good dad.”
“Thanks, Wheeler,” hearing that from Nancy meant a lot. Dustin popped up again from beside Nancy, tucking himself in between her and Eddie. He still had that bear clutched in his hands.
“Can we meet him?”
El looked excitedly at him, “can I hold him!?” It was her first time doing something like this.
“Only if you keep your trap closed,” Eddie warned Dustin, face serious as it could be. “That nurse will kick my ass if you throw a rager in there, alright? So keep the volume low…” Eddie stopped, thinking on it for a second. Fifteen people all at once would be like running a race on a Hawkins street with a million other people. “And we’ll go in groups. Grandparents first, then godparents, then everyone else, ‘Kay?”
“Eye-eye captain,” Dustin saluted him but kept on Eddie’s heels as everyone exited the empty room to transition to one with two. The door was left cracked open, the quiet nature of the room wanting to be left undisturbed had to be broken.
They had traveled all this way for this moment.
“Let me go in first,” Eddie told them, the older adults giving him fond smiles because he was taking it as seriously as they hoped he did. Maybe that project parenthood assignment had left a lingering impact on him. Maybe Eddie Munson had just matured into the person he always wished his parents were and wasn’t going to screw it up because life could be unkind sometimes. “I’ll come get you.”
Fifteen people who hailed from Hawkins were left in the hallway as Eddie re-entered the room. He tried to keep his footsteps quiet but in the end, it was useless because the second he turned the small corner that blocked his view of the bed, you were sitting up with the television remote in your hand. Across the way, Grease played silently on the screen.
“What’s wrong?” You asked him as you tried to keep your voice low. “Did something happen?”
Eddie shook his head, walking straight over to the side of the bed where he took your hand, kissing the back of it before rubbing his thumb against the back of it.
“We’ve got a party bus of visitors from Indiana,” he said, looking over you to the plastic bassinet that was positioned beside the bed. Wrapped in a white blanket—in a perfect swaddle—was his little boy. “They’re all waiting outside the door and won’t take no for an answer,” he joked.
“My parents out there? Wayne?”
“Mhm,” he hummed, thumb still running across the back of your hand. “I think your mom has already cried. Her eyes are kind of puffy.”
“Don’t tell her that,” you muttered, taking your own look at the little bundle. On the sticker behind his little head, one last name, un-hyphenated, was written in black ink behind him. One family, one unit.
But his name wasn’t Bilbo.
“Can they come in?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, “just tell them to be quiet.”
Eddie smiled at you. Even in his tiredness, he could never hide the joy in his eyes. He was proud, eons beyond it in reality, but you had given him something he’d never dreamed of. A family. He would always have Wayne but now he had your parents, he had the kids, he had friends beyond Corroded Coffin and the people he worked with.
“I love you. You know that right?” He ran his free hand over your forehead, brushing the hair there and bending down to leave a kiss.
“You tell me every day,” you smiled, “and I love you too.”
“Then I guess he should meet his grandparents, huh?”
And when Eddie brought in your parents, Wayne, Hopper and Joyce, the sight brought you back to the first time Eddie ever stepped foot in your house.
How your dad watched reruns on the T.V. while you peeked out the blinds for him. He had known it then that Eddie was your forever. An arm wrapped around the man he considered to be the closest thing to a son he’d ever have, your father smiled at you the moment he saw the look in your eyes. Your mother skipped you completely and cooed at the little boy.
“Oh, baby,” she whispered at his chubby little face, “you have the best parents in the world.”
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I have a request! What about eddie having a crush on reader but she's with steve and her and eddie meet at tina's halloween party and immediately hit it off, they chat and stuff but then eddie goes to make a deal and when he comes back shes gone, but when he looks up he sees steve harrington shouldering him (like he did with jonathan) and goes to look for her confused. He found her in the bathroom drunk and crying and takes her home, the next day she calls and asks him to come over, and she tells him how steve broke up with her last night and how they were fighting because he's been flirting with nancy but steve says he's not and last night was the final straw. time goes on and eddie and her become close friends but he wants more and eventually she does as well. they go to tina's next halloween party and steve was staring at her all night and trys to talk to her when eddie starts walking away but she's pulls eddie back and kisses him and he sees steve walk off and thinks it's just a kiss to make steve jealous but after catching up with him since he walked off from her the reader explains it wasn't like that, and she really liked him and she didn't see steve at all, she just saw her chance to kiss him and took it?
Warnings; Angst to Fluff. S4 AU, breakups, Eddie is crushing hard In reader, falling in love ❤
Pairings; Brief Steve Harrington x Reader
Eventual Eddie Munson x Reader
It was Tina's pre-Halloween party, everyone was at it drinking beer, smoking weed and generally having a great time.
Y/n was only a teeny bit drunk and spent the night chatting to various friends. She had struck up a conversation with Eddie Munson and thought he was really cool.
She didn't understand why people called him a freak? So he liked D&D and heavy metal? So what? Her cousin did too and he was the coolest guy she knew. Even cooler than her boyfriend Steve the hair Harrington.
Not that she would tell him that...
Eddie was really sweet and his brown eyes were so beautiful. All big and doe-eyed, she nick-named him, Bambi, in her head.
Unbeknownst to her, Eddie had a massive crush on her and his stomach was doing somersaults just from speaking to her. She was so beautiful, he had been crushing on her for so long.
Harrington was his friend though so he wouldn't do anything but shit did he wish he could be with her.
One of his usual clients comes up looking for a deal and he excuses himself.
He's quick as he can be around ten minutes but when he comes back y/n is nowhere to be found.
He looks around for her and Steve comes storming downstairs.
"She's upstairs, in the bathroom". He shoulders past Eddie and Eddie heads upstairs having a bad feeling about what had happened.
Some people are complaining outside the bathroom but one look from him sends them scampering away. When he heads inside his heart drops.
Y/n is on the floor sobbing and looks up at him her eyes so sad that it makes his heart ache.
"Sweetheart, what happened?" he helps her up and she shakes her head unwilling to speak about it, she was too tearful.
"Can you drive me home, please Eddie?" he nods and wraps his arm around her taking her downstairs and out the door to his van.
She's quiet all the way there except to give him directions. When they arrive at her house she kisses him on the cheek.
"Thank you, Eddie" as she heads into her home and gives him a small wave, he's too stunned to reciprocate however as his mind is still on the way her lips felt against his cheek.
Jesus H Christ he really was a goner for her.
💞💞
The following day she phones Eddie to thank him for driving her home. She got his number from Dustin (she used to babysit him when he was little and she was always fond of him)
Eddie picks up on the third ring and she feels a sense of comfort hearing his voice.
"Munson residence".
"Hi, Eddie". She swears he almost drops the phone.
"Shit! stupid phone. Hey sweetheart, are you okay?". She bites her lip and considers lying and saying she is fine but she enjoyed his company last night and wants to give him an explanation of why he found her crying in the bathroom.
"Can you come over, please? I want to explain what happened last night and I would like to hang out with you again?".
"You would?" he asks stunned and she is quick to assure him.
"Of course, I think you're really cool". He is silent for a second before replying.
"I'll be there as soon as I can sweetheart".
Within fifteen minutes he was at her house and her heart did a flip at his dimpled smile.
"Hey".
"Hi, would you like something to drink? Eat?". He asks her if she has any Yoohoo and they she gets one for her and him.
"So about last night... she begins and he softens.
"You don't have to explain sweetheart. I was happy to help". His kindness is so endearing and she gently takes his hand.
"Thank you, Eddie, you've been so kind, I need to say what happened though and why I kinda look a mess right now".
In Eddie's mind, he didn't think y/n looked a mess, she was in a hoodie and sweats, with no makeup and messy hair yet she was the most beautiful girl in the world to him. She always looked beautiful to him.
Pressing on with the conversation she recounts the events of last night.
"Steve broke up with me, we had a huge fight, he said I was an insecure mess and he has had enough of it". Eddie reacts angrily.
"I like Harrington but that was a fucking dick move".
"It was the same argument between me and Steve. It evolved around Nancy. He's been flirting with her, I know he is but he said he isn't but I've caught him out three times now".
Eddie shakes his head.
"Yup, he's an idiot. If I was lucky to have you there would be no other girl for me. Only you" his sweetness makes her heart race and she squeezes his hand still clutching hers.
"Long story short he dumped me and I was drunk, locked myself in the bathroom and cried my eyes out but I'll be okay. I know I will be".
She would be. She was sure of it.
💞💞
Her prediction was right, she and Eddie began to spend more time together. It progressed from them just talking to spending nights watching movies together.
Then she would accompany him to Corroded Coffin and he would visit her when she was doing cheer practice. They went for drives in his van and camped out together, she loved it.
Chrissy thought they were adorable together and y/n thought about telling her that they were just friends but truthfully she was starting to fall for him.
He was so handsome and whenever he was near her she honestly felt she could get lost in his beautiful brown eyes and stay forever in his arms.
Never had she felt this way, not even about Steve, Eddie made her heart race, her stomach fill with butterflies and made her ache in desire from just one look.
She was sure he felt the same but she was a bit nervous to ask. What if he didn't feel the same and she ruined their friendship?
No, she would wait until she was absolutely sure.
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Once again there was a party at Tina's, this time it was near Christmas, it was snowing and the fairy lights surrounding the trees outside Tina's house made everywhere look so magical.
She had arrived with Eddie, Steve was there with Nancy on his arm and he catches her eye. So she was right all along then? She expected to feel upset but she didn't.
Maybe because she had fallen so hard for Eddie that Steve had been driven from her mind.
Eddie clutches her hand and she squeezes his gently.
They have a few beers and she even coaxes Eddie to dance a few times. Steve keeps staring at her and even tries to talk to her but she isn't interested one bit and wraps her arms around Eddie's neck.
She giggles when she finds out that he's a pretty good dancer.
To her annoyance, Steve tries to talk to her again and Eddie sighs trying to leave. Furious she rounds on Steve.
"Steve, you made your choice now leave me alone". She desperately wants Eddie to understand that it's him she wants and she tugs his hand and kisses him.
When he kisses her back she moans in delight and his hands gently fist in her hair, the sensation of his lips on hers sends arousal pooling in her lower body.
Wow.
He moves away and strokes her cheek, then he frowns seeing Steve storm off looking back at her hurt.
She watched confused as he rushes out.
"Eddie wait!". She catches up with him and he wipes his eyes. Gently she tugs on his hand and he looks at her his eyes full of hurt.
"Eddie why did you run off? Did you not like the kiss?" She asks him sadly and he gapes at her.
"You're kidding, right? It was fucking perfect! I ran off because you did it because Steve was watching. To make him jealous".
That's what he thought? No, no no no.
"Eddie, I kissed you because I've fallen for you and I wanted to kiss you, I didn't even know Steve was there". He swallows and he cups her cheek, stroking it softly.
"You mean that?". She nods and moves closer shivering a little. It's really cold, he shrugs off his leather jacket and wraps it around her shoulders.
"Thank you, she murmurs and cuddles into it, and yeah I mean it. I'm over Steve, I want you, Eddie, only you".
He melts at that point, his features all soft and eyes full of reverence.
"You're all I want to sweetheart, only you".
He kisses her forehead and cuddles her into him.
"Let's go to mine sweetheart?". She beams at him and takes his hand and they head to his, she has a very good feeling that Eddie is the one.
❤
#eddie munson x you#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson angst#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fic
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When they finally find Billy in the Upside Down, he’s full of blackmail material that’s he’s collected while spending months snooping through everyone’s homes.
After he’s well enough to be mobile, one by one, he reveals to everybody what he knows, and lays out the terms and conditions to keep their deepest secrets. He’s got Robin giving him free movie rentals, and he’ll never want for weed again after talking to Eddie.
Nancy’s writing all of his papers for him, and Dustin has literally built him a robot that will ferry his snacks to his room for him when he’s feeling too weak. Lucas comes over twice a week to take out the garbage and sweep and vacuum the floors.
Steve’s stomach has been in knots for weeks as he waits for Billy to talk to him. He’s almost positive that he knows what Billy’s going to use against him. He feels like an idiot for listening to Nancy when she told him that keeping a journal would help him sort out his feelings about everything happening around them.
He’d felt safe until Billy had told them that the timeline shifted for him while he was down there, and that he certainly saw things that happened after the fall of 1983. The journal is pretty mundane except one entry from October 1984, pertaining to a certain new student at school, an asshole in a leather jacket, who’d set Steve’s heart a flutter as he’d approached him at Tina’s Halloween party.
Steve knows the gig is up when Billy corners him one morning when he’s alone at work.
“Hey, Hargrove,” he says, trying to keep things light and casual.
Billy gives him a wolfish grin as he boxes Steve in against the romantic comedies. “Hargrove, Stevie? Don’t you think that’s a bit formal for someone you have a crush on?”
Steve tries to play dumb. “Crush? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He can feel his face heating even as he says it.
“Tsk, tsk,” replies Billy, leaning in close, his lips practically touching Steve’s ear. “Don’t lie to me. I don’t like liars.”
“Fine,” Steve says, breaking. “What do you want? For me to drive you around? Do your groceries?”
“Oh no, no,” Billy says, shaking his head. “I want you to go on a date with me.”
Steve blinks, trying to comprehend what Billy’s saying. “Go out with you? That’s it? Just one date?”
“To start,” Billy says, suddenly shy. “If it goes well, we can see about a second.” He holds out a piece of paper that looks like it was ripped from a notebook and hands it to Steve.
Steve reads the slip of paper that talks about a boy with floppy brown hair and moles, wearing sunglasses, who Billy found himself so enamoured with that he walked over furniture to get to him in the crowded party.
“See,” Billy says, blushing. “You’re not the only one with a crush, Stevie. Pick me up at 7. I’m in the mood for burgers and bowling.” He gives Steve a peck on the cheek, then he’s out the door, leaving a shocked Steve in his wake, a grin slowly growing on his face.
#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#chrisbitchtree writes#my fic#harringrove ficlet#harringrove fic
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ok totally fair about the war correspondent x translator specialization being a big ask, sorry! but thank u for posting it anyway!
how about
monster au, halloween party, first meeting?
robin and nancy go as each other's (race? being?) and one or both of them are offended at the stereotyping
(like a vamp in classic cape, garish fangs, white foundation or a witch with the hat and a broom, u know)
Thanks for the ask, anon! I used some monster hunter au for this, so I hope that’s cool! I don’t know what happened here, this ended up a little more flirty than intended but I like the way it went—
Nancy wasn’t much for parties, after the incident with Steve at Tina’s Halloween bash, but when she was handed a flyer for a party at Steve’s, something in her gut told her to go.
Maybe it was because it was Halloween. Nancy was a skilled monster slayer, after all, and many a beast and creature would emerge from their dens for a night of safety and fun. A party would be an easy target to find a few of the monsters.
This was how she found herself in Steve’s house, already tipsy and nursing a cup of punch strong enough to burn her nostrils. She was clad in a red and black flannel and her makeup was a delicately drawn wolf face. The costume was complete with a set of claw press on nails, gold contacts, and a tail and ears. The typical werewolf.
Nancy was watching the other guests intently, keeping an eye for the tells of any real monsters hidden among the cheap Halloween costumes.
Her gaze fell upon a familiar pair, the tattoo artists from downtown. The shorter, who she recognized as Chrissy, wore a cheaply made vampire costume. Her partner, whose name Nancy couldn’t remember, wore a full suit of armor—plastic, but convincing.
A third member joined the group, and Nancy’s gaze hardened immediately.
“Eddie! Chris! How’s the party?” Robin Buckley, local outcast, known werewolf, and bane of Nancy’s existence called, slinging her arms around the artists’ shoulders. They both laughed, though Eddie shoved her away, muttering about dog smell. She watched as Robin stuck her tongue out at the man, and they began to bicker.
If she was a little more sober, Nancy’s first thought would have been to try to get any of the three alone. They were all monsters, and all on her list. But right now, she had eyes only for Robin.
The girl was draped in a simple black dress, cinched in the middle with a green belt. Green and orange striped stockings went up to her knees, complete with a buckles set of boots and a pointed hat. She even a broom at her side.
Nancy was offended. Robin knew of her identity as a witch—this costume felt a little targeted.
And it didn’t help that Robin looked actually gorgeous in it. The girl seemed to notice Nancy’s stare, so she turned and raised a brow. She batted long eyelashes, accented by slightly sparkling green eyeshadow that made Nancy’s heart do a few flips against her better wishes.
Only, Robin’s gaze darkened and she stormed over, a finger pointed accusingly.
Nancy stepped back when Robin stopped in front of her, fuming.
“Really, Nancy?” the girl growled—honest to god growled—gesturing to Nancy’s costume. The shorter girl smirked, feeling smug.
“What do you mean, mutt?” she replied, keeping her voice casual and cool. Robin glared.
“This is such a stereotype!” Robin exclaimed, gesturing wildly and nearly spilling the drink in her hand. She pointed at the plaid shirt in particular, wrinkling her nose. “I mean, come on, Nance. The lumberjack flannel? The bloody fangs? Not all werewolves are buff, hairy men who eat other men!”
Nancy leaned against the wall, taking a long sip of her punch and feeling the warmth from it burn in her throat and chest. She flashed a Cheshire grin, revealing said bloody fangs—cheap plastic and makeup, of course.
“You mean,” she began slyly, letting her drunkenness lead the way. The din of the party faded to background noise. The only thing Nancy cared to focus on was the girl in front of her. “Some werewolves are buff, hairy women who eat other women?”
Robin reddened, spluttering and averting her gaze. “I mean, I guess!” she stammered, pulling her hat over her face.
Nancy smirked, stepping way too close.
“You’re one to talk, you know,” she murmured, her breath hot against Robin’s ear. “Your costume is just as offensive to us witches.”
She tilted her head, blinking half lidded doe eyes up at Robin and reveling in the way the girl gulped and licked her lips. She looked hungry. Ravenous, actually. It was a feeling matched in Nancy.
“What’s even worse is how unfairly hot you look in it,” she whispered, pressing a hand to Robin’s chest and getting even more into the girl’s space. Robin’s eyes were blazing now, something unreadable but fiery in the stormy, gold ringed depths.
“I’m going to eat you alive, Wheeler,” she growled low, her voice pleasantly husky.
“Is that a threat, or a promise?” Nancy breathed, heart pounding as she met Robin’s gaze. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this—but well, who said she couldn’t have a little fun with her prey?
“Both,” Robin replied, shoving Nancy toward the nearest room with a lock.
#I’m sorry#but I’m not sorry#I hope this is okay#ronance#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#stranger things#werewolf robin buckley#witch Nancy Wheeler#monster hunter Nancy Wheeler#sapphic senate monster hunter au#Lo drabbles
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Scarlet | Chapter 2
pairing: steve harrington x reader, best friend!eddie munson x reader
Summary: After a falling out with her childhood best friend Nancy Wheeler due to her hatred for Steve Harrington, Y/N goes on a journey of discovering she has powers and that the goosebumps she gets around Steve Harrington aren’t actually from hatred. Though these new found powers are difficult to deal with, nothing is harder than dealing with the creatures of the upside down.
SLOW BURN AF
word count: 2150
warnings: cussing, drinking, smoking weed, mean steve </3, sexy halloween costume (LOL). I think that’s it.
A/N: hi cuties. I really love this chapter and I hope you all do too. huge shoutout to my best friend who helps me edit this fic. it wouldn’t exist without her. happy reading, and I hope you enjoy!!
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There has been radio silence from Nancy ever since that night. It was the night of Tina’s party and all the upper class-men were invited to her Halloween Bash of the year. I knew that Nancy was going to be there, but I just couldn’t bring myself to accept that I would have to ignore the girl that I almost sacrificed my life for. As I looked in the mirror of my vanity table, the scar on the left side of my face reminded me of the events of that night. It was a line that was perpendicular to my eyebrow and eye and almost looked as if it went straight through my (eye color) irises. It stung with heat when I would think about what happened. As I started to cover it with makeup, my mom walked in.
“It isn’t so bad, you know?”
“It’s hideous.” I hated it. Not only did it ruin my face, but it was a reminder.
“I don’t know, you look pretty badass to me, honey.” She looks over at my costume for the night “I think if Princess Leia had a scar through her eye, she would be a lot cooler.”
“Sexy Princess Leia, Mom,” I say pointing to the white fishnets and corset that lay with my blue lightsaber prop.
“Right, Sexy.” My mom wasn’t excited about my version of our favorite Star Wars character, but I am 18 so she knew she didn’t have much say on what I wear outside of the house. As she stood up to leave the room she said “Just make sure you do her buns right and remember to have fun!”
This was my first real outing since I got my scar and makeup didn’t cover it as much as I wanted it to so I was terrified. With my whole costume on, I was able to look in the mirror and feel… beautiful. I can’t remember the last time I felt confident with myself. With this newfound and hopefully not short-lived confidence, I was ready for Tina’s party, no matter who I bumped into there.
When I pulled up to Tina’s party, I could hear the music almost a block away. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy and my body was shaking the same way it did a year ago when I was on my way to Jonathon Byer’s house. When I walked into Tina’s house, I felt heads turn to look at me. It was like eyes around the room were piercing my skin. Was I showing too much off? No, it is Halloween. This moment felt like forever until I felt someone grab my arm. When I turned around, it was Tina offering me a drink.
“Y/N you look hot as fuck!”
“Thank you!” I said, not knowing if she was telling me the truth or not.
“Have the time of your life tonight, and try to keep all bodily fluids in the bathroom tonight for the sake of my parent’s carpet! Thanks!” She half shouted so that I could hear her over the crowd of people in her living room as she walked away from me.
Great… now what? I guess I could call Ed-
“KING STEVE IN THE HOUSE!” My head turns so fast to face the front door as I see Nancy and Steve walking inside. Of course, he would make an entrance like that.
I felt my face grow red. I felt like I was going to puke. The sight of them made me sick or was it the drink that Tina gave me?
Nancy locked eyes with me and immediately grabbed Steve’s arm and led him to the kitchen. I don’t know what was in that drink, but I followed right behind them.
“Hey, guys.” That was all I could say even though I had enough courage to say something in the first place. Why couldn’t it have been more than that? I probably looked like a freak. Nancy and Steve were dressed as people from Risky Business, very conservatively might I add, as I had more skin on display than most people standing in the kitchen.
“Y/N? Wow, you look stunning. Fuck, look at your eye. Looks like the hospital I brought you to did a really good job fixing you up.” That made my whole body heat up with anger.
“Oh yeah! The one you so conveniently dropped me off at to ensure no blood would end up in your precious car!”
That seemed to catch Nancy’s attention and she quickly turned her head to look at him; “You dropped her off Steve?” Steve’s face grew pale. “Uh - Well… Ya know- I…” He couldn’t stop stuttering. Did Nancy really not know that I was left alone that night? “Look Nance BOOZE! Ya know, the reason we are here, to get drunk, not to reminisce with scar face.” And at that moment, every ounce of confidence left my body. How could he say that to me? “Yeah… booze,” Nancy said as she walked away with him. She turned her head to look at my stunned face as she mouthed the tiniest “I’m sorry”.
For the next few hours, I didn’t even want to drink. The thought of putting alcohol into my body sounded like a recipe for disaster, so I filled a red solo cup with water as I danced with a few different people in the common area of the house. Suddenly, I heard arguing coming from the kitchen and recognized my old best friend’s voice immediately. As I walked towards the voices to see what was going on, it felt like Nancy came out of nowhere as she bumped into me and her red spiked punch spilled all over the both of us. We both had tears welling up in our eyes as we looked at our chests covered in dark red and back up to one another’s faces. In just a second Nancy ran upstairs as I ran to the downstairs bathroom that was right by the kitchen.
“I am a fucking idiot,” I said as I vigorously tried scrubbing the red color out of my white corset. I did this for five minutes until I heard a knock at the door.
“O-One second,” I choked out in between sobs.
“Y/N, babe, it's me” I immediately felt at peace as I heard my best friend’s voice on the other side of the door.
“Eddie?” I opened the door to Eddie Munson’s puppy dog eyes trying to search my face for what happened. “Where were you?!” I was so mad he wasn’t here earlier, none of this would have happened if he were here. “I stopped for a gram,” Eddie says as he closes the bathroom door behind him and enters holding up a Ziploc bag with marijuana in it. “Wow Munson, once again choosing weed over your best friend.”
“Well, not necessarily, if I got the weed for my best friend, right?” I cracked my first smirk of the night. “God, Eddie, you should’ve seen me when I first got here tonight. I- I felt like I was on top of the world,” I said as I sat down on the edge of the bathtub. He followed my lead and sat next to me as he grabbed my hand “I bet you looked beautiful,” I smiled again and was finally calm enough to tell him what happened. Eddie was fuming. His eyes turned dark and probably would have killed Steve if he was in the room with us. “I’m so sorry, babe,” he took a slight pause, I could tell he was trying to choose his words carefully. “Look, let’s get you out of this tiny bathroom and try to finish this night on a good note, shall we?” Eddie says as he stands up and holds out his hand for me to take it. “Eddie, look at me. I can’t go out there with a huge red stain on me,” “Sure you can! Your version of Princess Leia is sexy AND got shot,” I finally grabbed his hand as I agreed with him, “gory, I like it.” He pulls me to my feet and we exit the bathroom and make our way to the couch in the living room.
It didn’t take long for Eddie to get high off of his ass while I decided to remain sober for the rest of the night. It also wasn’t long after Eddie and I came out of the bathroom that we saw Nancy run down the stairs and into the arms of Jonathan Byers before getting in his car and leaving the party completely. “Well, I guess Harrington isn’t getting any pussy tonight after all,” Eddie sheepishly said while cracking up at his own joke. As much as I wanted to laugh with him, I couldn’t help but get stuck in my thoughts and think about what could’ve gone down in that upstairs bathroom. I hated Steve Harrington but I still loved Nancy Wheeler and hoped to god that my presence at that party didn’t just ruin their relationship. I slapped Eddie’s arm to get him to stop laughing as we saw the most pitiful, distraught Steve Harrington basically dragging himself down Tina’s stairs.
“Man, Steve must be really… really deprived of some action,” He deserved it. Steve deserved to be made fun of for how he looked right now after how he treated me tonight, but I couldn’t joke back with Eddie right now. Why couldn’t I joke back? I watched as Steve walked with his head pulled as close to his chest as he could as he walked out of the party towards his car. I knew how much he had been drinking that night and couldn’t believe he was leaving. I started to stand up and Eddie immediately pulled me back onto the couch while holding my arm, “Where are you going?!” He asked me with almost a demanding tone. “Steve is probably drunker than half the people at this party and that’s saying a lot,” Eddie looked up at me with his eyebrows furrowed and an ‘okay, and?’ look was plastered all over his face. I rolled my eyes at him, “What kind of Good Samaritan would I be if I let a reckless 19 year old drive drunk in our small town?” Eddie’s face softened and after a few seconds he let go of my arm, I gave him a small smile as I stood up off the couch to chase after Steve. Out of breath from running, I yelled out “Steve!” He turned around and looked at me with confusion and then made the most surprised face, eyes wide with shock, but also full of sadness.
“Can I help you?” He questioned my presence but he couldn’t even look me in the eyes.
“Steve, you can’t drive like this,” I say with a pleading voice. “And why is that, Y/N?” He didn’t sound angry, just annoyed. “You’re drunk as fuck, Steve. You barely made your way down the stairs inside. Please, let me drive you home,”
“Why would you want to drive me home?” “Look, I owe you one a-after that night,” He looked like he could’ve started to cry. “I don’t deserve it Y/N, just pretend that you didn’t see me,” that angered me. Steve made me so angry. Maybe I should just let him get in his car and drive away. But I knew I would never be able to forgive myself if anything happened to him all because I was too petty to take him home. “Steve, please let me help.” The way I said the word help must have sparked something in him, maybe it reminded him of the night I was only able to choke out that word before he finally agreed to take me to the hospital. His caramel eyes softened the same way my best friend’s did and said “Yeah, okay, you can drive me home,” He goes to sit in the passenger seat as I hold out my hand to him. “Oh hell no. You have lost passenger privileges Stevie boy. Maybe next time you should be a little nicer to ‘scar face’ and you would be able to sit in the comfy front seat, get in the back,” Steve looked up in my eyes for the first time that since I ran after him, there was a mix of guilt and shock behind them as he accepted his defeat, closing the car door of the passenger side and getting into the back seat. I took a deep breath before getting into the driver’s seat of Steve Harrington’s beloved car.
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Steve has never been a huge fan of Halloween. In high school, it gave him a chance to get trashed and stare at pretty girls in skimpy costumes. But then all the shit with the Upsidedown happened and Tina's party with Nance and Billy fucking Hargrove and now? He's about as close to hating a holiday as he can get. Costumes are fine, and he's seen scarier shit than most decorations, but god help any piece of plastic with a motion sensor that crosses his path. And eerie lighting? Nope. He's at the Byers' when they flicker, and that common red-orange tint has his breath coming in short.
It's not something he really talks about, because of course it's not he doesn't want to ruin the kids' fun, and it's just one day, he can deal with that. Then he starts dating Eddie, and he learns very quickly that Halloween can be a lifestyle.
It's been a month-long affair for Eddie Munson since he moved in with Wayne, finally having a space stable enough to decorate. Everything the kid can get his hands on is covered in cotton cobwebs and Wayne's finding plastic spiders in his coffee mugs. After the third night in a row of a rubber mouse or snake jumping out of the cabinet at him, Wayne Munson was numb to his nephew's antics. (That doesn't mean he didn't still scream bloody murder just to hear that little impish giggle from the bedroom.) It gets more elaborate every year.
And after all the shit with Vecna, being framed for murder and almost dying, Eddie's got a holiday to reclaim. He's officially faced some scary shit, and he's going harder than ever.
It doesn't take long for things to go horribly wrong. They have dinner plans after Steve gets off work on the 3rd, and Eddie's spent all day decorating the trailer. He's got fake fangs and an old Hellfire shirt that he tore up yesterday—he only cried a little—and when Steve's car pulls up, he presses himself against the trailer wall and waits in the dark, grinning.
Steve knocks like he always does before pushing the door open anyway, and when his foot crosses the threshold, "Eds?", Eddie springs out from his hiding spot with an inhuman sound. It's supposed to be funny, cute, a harmless play on all of the theories Dustin and Mike have been throwing his way. (He'd be a great general for Vecna, if he did say so himself. The Bloody-Handed hadn't become the Betrayer for no reason, after all. It would be fun!)
Steve's reaction, unfortunately, was not what he had expected or hoped. The scream was planned for. The fist that followed it, however, was not. Luckily, six months of waiting for the next apocalypse had sharpened Eddie's reflexes, and the blow landed hard against his shoulder. Damage control began immediately—his fangs were spat onto the floor, his Hellfire shirt following, and after a few minutes of speaking with his hands out and voice quiet, he was holding a shuddering Steve against his chest, apologizing over and over and—
Eddie stuck to cheesy, cheap dollar store gags and decorations after that.
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#happy halloween#stranger things#steddie#steddie halloween headcanons#a lil angst as a treat#this was gonna be cute#neb.st#nebulous writes
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Season 2 Halloween Party AU Part Two
You can read part one here!
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Eddie can't help but steal glances at his passenger as he starts the engine while Steve buckles himself in.
A streetlight flickers overhead bathing the front seat in strobing gold light; it's so distracting Eddie nearly misses the way Steve's hands tighten around the seatbelt, a slight tremor running through them.
The other man looks exhausted but incredibly on edge, his back straight and shoulders stiff. Eddie has to stop himself from rolling his eyes as Steve scans the dark street ahead of them.
If he's so embarrassed to be seen with the town freak, he can just get out and walk home.
Eddie almost says as much, but shakes the words off and flicks the small Snoopy bobblehead on the dash, before reaching for the edge of the passenger seat.
He feels Steve flinch at the sudden movement as Eddie braces himself on the seat to look out the rearview window.
Eddie tamps down the flicker of irritation that burns in his chest, he hadnt taken Harrington for a Bible thumping asshole that would believe the rumours circling Eddie, but then again, Eddie didn't really know Steve.
Eddie backs out of the space slowly, no need to wreck the paint even more by hitting some suburban moms stationwagon after all. He shifts into drive and pulls away from the street and the flashing lights of Tina's party behind them.
Steve is quiet as they drive, and as the sound of the dull throbbing bass and party goers begins to fade into the background, Steve slowly begins to curls inwards, tugging his arms around himself.
Eddie's eyes flick between Steve and the road, he's still not looking at Eddie, just out the window with a blank expression. It's the most quiet he's ever seen King-Steve, it's unsettling.
But, the more Eddie thinks about it, that really isn't true.
King-Steve hasn't been King of anything for awhile now, Tommy Hagan has seen to that.
Steve has been keeping to himself more and more, preferring to hang out with Wheeler and, surprisingly, Byers of all people.
Eddie isn't sure he'd ever be able to comfortably sit at a cafeteria table with someone who cleaned his clock, but Steve makes it look easy.
Eddie sneaks another glance and startles to find that Steve is already looking at him. He's chewing his lip, his eyebrows pinched and Eddie can't help but feel as though he's being evaluated somehow.
Great.
"Actually, you know what," Steve says after they've turned down yet another subdivision, just one street shy before the main road, "you can just drop me off up here, my house is close".
"You sure?" Eddie asks, ignoring the frustration that rises in his chest once more, "I can drive you the rest of the way, it's not like we don't all know where the King's Domaine is".
Eddie watches as Steve's expression turns stony for the barest of moments before it shutters.
"Okay".
Eddie nods with a grimace. He isn't even sure what he wanted to happen tonight, but it wasn’t this.
Eddie makes a left and another right before pulling into the long drive of the Harrington house.
It used to make him scoff whenever he dealt here. The huge house, the lavish furnishings and fixtures. For fucks sake, the master bath had two sinks and the closet was almost as big as his own bedroom.
But now as the engine dies and a strange silence falls on the pair, Eddie can't help but notice just how dark the house is.
"Your parents here?" Eddie says, craning his neck to see the upstairs windows, he doesn't even notice Steve has unclicked himself from the passenger seat until the door is open and he's halfway out of the van.
"Woah--"
"Thanks for the ride," Steve calls over his shoulder, "see you around Munson".
Eddie barely has time to open his mouth in protest before Steve is unlocking his door and slamming it behind him, leaving Eddie in the van alone.
He sits for a second before sighing and turning the key once more, coaxing the engine back to life. Eddie turns again, bracing his hand on the passenger seat, debating if he should head back to the party, before he spots something on the floor shining in the glow of the streetlights.
A pair of large black sunglasses, and there's no doubt who they belong to.
"Well shit," Eddie hums thoughtfully as he bends forward to grab the glasses from the floor, "guess I'll be seeing you sooner than we thought".
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The first bell rings as Eddie closes his locker, he looks out across the sea of teenagers making their way to homeroom before the second bell and smirks.
Eddie should also be hurrying, considering how far his locker is from his first period class, but there's something about the way the teachers glare as he saunters in late that just fuels him.
Eddie smirks as he swings his backpack over his shoulder, the metal lunchbox inside clangs against something and Eddie winces at the sound. Shit.
He moves the pack off his shoulder and unzips the top, reaching inside to grab the sunglasses from where they've become trapped beneath his lunchbox.
They aren't broken thankfully, Eddie's sure that Harrington wouldn't appreciate his gesture nearly as much if they came back cracked or bent.
The thought makes Eddie stop for just a moment before he opens his locker again to place the sunglasses on the top shelf. Why is he even doing this? It's not as though King-Steve would appreciate this, he probably doesn't even know the glasses are missing.
What does Eddie care about some asshole jock?
An image of Steve with his head in his hands, his hazel eyes wet and wide as he looks up at Eddie has him slamming his locker shut, mortified by the unbidden thought.
It's a complete betrayal of his own God damned doctrine, and worse, Steve is straight. All Eddie is doing is hurting himself in the long run with all his pointless pining.
Especially over someone that didn't want to be seen getting into his van last night.
Eddie leans his head onto his locker and knocks it harshly against the metal, stupid.
The second bell rings and the last of the stragglers leave him alone in the hallway. Eddie taps his fingers on the locker and pushes himself away as he makes his way to the main door, throwing his backpack over his shoulder once more.
He needs a smoke, and definitely doesn't need Mrs. McBrayden telling him off for not handing in yet another essay today.
Whatever, it isn't as though Eddie hasn't read Macbeth, he knows that stupid play backwards and forwards --the witches speech is absolutely full of kickass creepy language and was perfect for this one campaign he ran a few years ago.
Eddie could tell you all the major themes and conflicts no problem, it was writing it in such a way that his teacher would believe he actually wrote it that was the issue.
The last time Eddie actually tried on one of his assignments, he had been immediately accused of plagiarizing someone else's work.
So, why bother.
Eddie's already got a cigarette between his lips as he pushes the door open and makes his way to his favorite picnic table by the treeline when he hears a familiar voice behind the gym.
"Tell me--"
"Tell you what?" another voice scoffs, a woman's this time.
Eddie pokes his head tentatively around the corner, spotting the man he had driven home just the night before and his girlfriend alone, clearly fighting.
"Tell me," Steve says firmly, even as his voice waivers, "you love me".
Wheeler stands there, her arms wrapped tightly around her books, "really?"
The word comes out, wrapped in a smile, like it's a joke.
Steve doesn't move, he doesn't laugh, he doesn't make a sound.
Nancy's mouth opens and closes as her blue eyes search Steve's face for a long time. She tries for a laugh again, but her smile cracks as Steve continues to stand there expectantly.
Eddie can't see Steve's face from where he's standing but he does hear the low curse he lets out eventually before turning abruptly, swinging a towel over his shoulder as he jogs back to the field to join the rest of the class.
Well shit.
Eddie watches Nancy as she remains rooted to the spot, her face tipped down to the gravel. She breathes out a long sigh and raises one hand to brush through her hair before it drops heavily at her side.
Eddie can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy as he slowly turns away, shaking his head as he continues to the picnic table.
He lights the cigarette as he takes a seat facing the school, letting the edge of the table dig into his back. He pulls a long drag from the cigarette and breathes out, watching as the smoke billows away in the cool November air.
If it wasn't officially over last night, it definitely was now. The priss and the jock were no more, and knowing Hawkins?
It would be all over the school by lunch.
Part Three up!
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#stranger things#stranger things season 2 au#steve harrington#eddie munson#nancy wheeler#steve and nancy breakup#what would have happened if eddie had been at tinas halloween party?#yall want a part three?#this fic is going places apparently#dont be mad at nancy#steve and nancy were too dumb kids that were affected by deep trauma and definitely did not know how to be in a relationship#eddie is having all sorts of complicated feelings about steve here#add a little bit of misunderstandings in the van as a treat#cw smoking#i will never get tired of halloween party breakup aus#you can pry them from my cold dead fingers#afewproblems writes
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Burnin’ For You (4/?)
A/n: this is so incredibly late I’m so sorry. I had like a million issues with my phone and even had to get a new one. BUT IT IS HERE. and in my humble opinion I think it’s really cute. As always Eddie Munson x OFC. 1984.
Warnings: drug use, cursing, fluff??, bullying, eddie being himself, Fighting, aggression, threatening of toes
Word count: 4.3k
Synopsis: Penny the babysitter loves her kids, then goes to a party with Eddie
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October 31st, 1984
“Trick or Treat, Freak”
The next few weeks at school passed by quickly, Eddie and Penny had become close friends. She split her lunch times evenly between Robin and the Hellfire table. Her weeks were also pretty much planned out to a T. Mondays were for homework, so her mom would know she was still taking her studies seriously. Tuesdays she would go to the Hideout to see her new favorite band and Eddie. Wednesdays were for babysitting Dustin, Thursdays were for Robin and their movie night, Fridays were for babysitting Will, and weekends were for whatever she wanted. Although that normally would sound like a drag, Penny absolutely adored her schedule now. Tuesdays definitely added something that was missing.
Today was Wednesday. Babysitting day and it happened to be Halloween. Penny loved the kids she babysat. Usually it was just Dustin on Wednesdays, other times it included Will, sometimes Lucas and Mike tagged along. Tonight was probably gonna be one of those nights she had all four, and then after that there was a party at Tina’s that she was meeting Eddie at, of course planning to make sure the kids all got home safe. Penny always felt very protective of the kids. It hadn’t been easy when Will had gone missing last year. It wasn’t even her night to babysit but the second Dustin had called her house to tell her he was gone, she was there. She dropped everything and joined the kids in their search for him, and in that search they’d found out more than they’d bargained for. The town of Hawkins was not as it seemed. The once sleepy village harbored dark secrets. After learning that, Penny vowed to never let anything happen to her kids or anyone she cared about. Not ever again.
Penny was honestly looking forward to Halloween, she’d picked out the costume she was gonna wear to take the boys trick or treating. She was going as Dana Barret from Ghostbusters, complete with a Sigourney Weaver-esque wig. Dustin had begged her to dress up with them and she wasn’t gonna say no to him, it was impossible. Though, she had a different costume for later in the evening.
The rumble of the poorly paved road beneath her Chevy Celebrity drowned out the sounds of the music that was playing lowly in her car, while normally she would listen to the music blaring; she didn’t want to give Claudia a heart attack. She clicked her blinker and turned into the gray driveway that led to Dustin’s house, pulling under the awning. She got out of the car and stopped short when she thought she heard something near the trash can.
“Mews? Is that you, baby? Where you at?” She called out to Dustin’s cat. Not hearing or seeing anything she shrugged and walked towards the door, knocking sharply on it and checking her watch. The door swung open to reveal Claudia, camera in hand.
“Hi Penny! Thank you so much for taking him. With what happened with Will last year I’m on edge but I have to be here for the trick or treaters!” Claudia rambled out while leading Penny into the cozy home.
“Oh it’s no problem Ms. Claudia, I’m more than happy to take my favorite guy trick or treating.” Penny tried her best to reassure Claudia that she truly didn’t mind taking Dustin anywhere.
“PENNY!! YOU DRESSED UP WITH US!” Dustin shouted at a volume that would envy Robin’s outbursts. He ran towards Penny engulfing her in the biggest hug he could. Penny chuckled as she was nearly taken to the ground with the force of Dustin’s tackle.
“I said I would Dusty. I am a woman of my word, sir” Dustin looked at her with a wide grin.
“That you are, dear lady. Let’s go, we’re meeting the others at Mike’s! BYE MOM!” Dustin practically dragged Penny back to her car as she bade goodbye to Claudia. Candy seemed to be a really powerful motivator. Dustin pulled open the passenger door with a quickness, and put his proton pack in the backseat so he wouldn’t crush it. Penny got in right after him and buckled her seat belt. She started the car but made no motion to move, waiting.
“Penny you okay?” Dustin looked at her concerned.
“I’ll be better once you buckle your seatbelt, butthead” she looked at him with a twinkle of mischief, comparable to Eddie’s, in her eye.
“Shit sorry yeah I got it” Dustin quickly grabbed the restraint and clicked it in. As soon as he was safely in, Penny pulled the car out of the drive and started toward the Wheeler residence.
As soon as they arrived, Dustin unbuckled quickly and snatched his proton pack from the backseat, got out of the car and put it on, in one fell swoop. Penny giggled at how excited he was for Halloween. She felt the same amount of excitement for the party later. As Dustin ran to Lucas and Mike, Penny turned off the car and got out. She caught sight of Will walking towards the other boys, without Jonathan. Penny walked up to Jonathan’s car window and knocked lightly, startling him out of his thoughts.
“Hey sorry about that, you’re not coming with us?” Penny asked him, slightly concerned they might’ve had a fight.
“Uhh no I’m not, he kinda felt… I don’t know, like too much of a kid so I’m gonna let him go with you guys. But I told him to be back here at 9.” He responded, a tinge of sadness lacing his voice.
“Oh okay I get it. After last year, he probably feels like everyone’s treating him like he’s glass. Or like with kid gloves. It must be hard for him” Penny was sure that’s what it was, why he didn’t want Jonathan to go with them. But she felt bad. She had to go with them and she didn’t want Will to feel like she was treating him differently than she always had.
“That’s actually exactly what he said. You’re perceptive, Castillo.” Jonathan chuckled, surprised that Penny had just sniffed out the exact reasoning like a bloodhound.
“Nothing gets past me, Byers. You going to Tina’s later?” She asked, referencing the paper in his hand. Penny knew Jonathan wasn’t one for parties but she did know Nancy was going, which would mean Jonathan wouldn’t be far behind. The guy had it bad but had resigned himself to being her friend, since she was with Steve.
“You know, I was thinking about it actually. Probably for a little while. I’ll see you there?” Jonathan gave her a genuine smile with his question.
“Yeah I’ll be there! I’m meeting up with Eddie there. Are you gonna wear a cost-“ “PENNYYYY!!! We gotta go before all the full-size candy is gone!” Dustin hollered, interrupting her mid-sentence.
“Ha. I better go! I’ll see you later.” She said, waving goodbye to Jonathan
“Alright, you heathens, I’m coming, I’m coming. Don’t get your panties in a knot.” she called out as she made her way towards the mini-ghostbusters. The party travelled down the darkening road together, stopping at each house along the way, and getting a boatload of candy already. Dustin and Lucas walked close to Penny with Will and Mike up ahead, fiddling with the video camera Will had brought with him.
“Hey Penny, what does presumptuous mean?” Dustin asked while walking next to her, seemingly out of nowhere. Lucas chuckled softly at his question.
“Uhhh it means like to assume something but like wrongly. Almost like you’re being inappropriate for saying what you did. Why? Spelling test?” Penny asked, curiously.
“THAT'S WHAT IT MEANS? I knew it was bad!! Why didn’t you tell me, asshole.” Dustin made to pounce on Lucas but Penny grabbed him before he could.
“Hey stop, you’re being a little shit. What’s going on?” Penny asked, an air of authority in her voice.
Dustin calmed himself and continued walking with them, Lucas was still laughing but cut himself off mid chortle with just one look from Penny.
“We invited Max to come trick or treating with us.” Dustin started quietly, as if he didn’t want someone to hear.
“Okay and what did he say?” Penny pushed, she hated when the boys fought and this seemed like a stupid reason.
“SHE- said it was presumptuous of us to think she’d want to come trick or treating with us. AND THEN SHE TRIED TO RUN US OVER” Dustin deflated. The second Penny heard the word SHE, a lightbulb went off. It took her a second to register his last statement
“So she’s pretty- WAIT did you say RUN YOU OVER? LIKE WITH A CAR??” Anger coursed hotly through Penny’s veins, enveloping her in a bright red rage.
“Well she didn’t try to run us over. But her brother did.” Lucas chimed in.
“Yeah it was a blue car. Like a sports one. We were riding our bikes home from school and it just kept coming up faster and faster and we couldn’t bike fast enough, so we had to crash in the grass and then it veered at the last second” Will added from up ahead, before continuing to talk with Mike, who seemed unusually quiet she noticed.
Penny knew exactly who drove the blue sports car and she was seething, Billy Hargrove was a sorry excuse for a human being. Rude and hateful. He had a pretty face but an ugly heart, and it radiated off of him in waves. Penny couldn’t stand him.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of Billy. So you invited Max, you put any more kids on my roster, I’m gonna have to charge you another Kit Kat bar.” Penny giggled at her own joke, truthfully she didn’t mind when extra kids tagged along. “Did you tell her where we were gonna be? Who knows, maybe she’ll show up?” Penny tried to be optimistic but she didn’t know if Max would be like Billy. She didn’t want the boys wrapped up with someone like that.
“I told her we would meet at the Maple Street cul-de-sac at 7. On the dot.” Dustin explained. Penny glanced at her watch and saw that it was nearing 6:50.
“Well we’re already close by, let’s hit a few more houses and then we can see if she shows up.”
They went to a few more houses, getting handfuls of candy at each one. They made their way down the road towards the other houses, stuffing their candy into their pillowcases.
“If I get another 3 musketeers, I’m gonna kill myself” Lucas chided.
“What’s wrong with 3 Musketeers?!” Penny and Dustin asked at the same time.
“What’s wrong with 3 musketeers!?” Lucas questioned the two of them.
“No one likes 3 musketeers,” Mike added.
“Yeah it’s just nougat,” interjected Will.
“Just nougat? Just nougat. It is top three for me” Dustin defended his beloved candy bar as Penny chimed in with “top 5 for me”
“Top three and five? Oh god gimme a break” Mike concluded, condemning Dustin and Penny for their choice in chocolatey goodness.
“Seriously, I could eat a bowl of nougat. Straight up” Dustin continued before stopping short when someone in a Michael Myers mask jumped out with a knife growling at them.
The five of them screamed as the figure lifted their mask and began laughing.
“Holy shit you should’ve seen the look on your faces. And you? Who screams like that? You sound like a little girl.” She said pointedly at Lucas, who admittedly had screamed in a very shrill way. Penny took in the small red headed girl, figuring out that it was Max straight away.
Max made to walk away before stopping and turning around, “hey, you guys coming or not? Oh I heard we should hit up Loch Nora. That’s where the rich people live, right?,” before continuing to walk.
Lucas looked at Dustin with his eyes blown as wide as they probably ever had been. Both of them running off after her enthusiastically shrieking, with Will following behind, and Mike begrudgingly trailing after. Penny brought up the rear with all five kids in front of her, making sure to keep an eye on them. They made their way over to Loch Nora and hit a few houses there. Max was right about the rich people, they really liked giving full size candy. One house even gave Penny a full size Kit Kat, which she took gladly and was munching on. Lucas and Dustin were walking up front with Max, Penny could hear them laughing all the way from the back of the group. She was glad they were having such a good time and Max seemed like a good kid. Mike and Will were just up ahead of Penny and talking between themselves before Mike walked ahead of Will. Will kept walking when someone dressed as a werewolf jumped out at him, “Watch it, Zombie Boy.” Will leaped back startled. A second one dressed as Jason added in, “trick or treat, freak.” A third, a clown, finished off with “BOO!” Causing Will to fall back. Penny was livid.
“HEY! FUCK KNUCKLES! BACK OFF OR I SWEAR TO GOD YOU’LL REGRET IT! I'LL FUCKING CUT OFF YOUR TOES AND FEED THEM TO MY DOG!” Penny didn’t have a dog but they didn’t have to know that. She hurled her half eaten Kit Kat at the clown's face, so hard that it broke into pieces. Then she pushed the werewolf with such force he fell to the ground. The anger she felt must’ve proven she meant business because all three boys scrambled off, terrified. Penny turned around to help Will only to find him gone.
“Will, sweetie, are you o-?? WILL WHERE ARE YOU? WILL?!” The rest of the party rushed up and asked what was going on. Penny explained as quickly as she could before saying “and now I can’t find him”
They split up and searched for what seemed like hours but was realistically probably only 10 or so minutes. Penny and Mike searched under cars and on the sides of houses. And then they heard it. A quiet whimper. They cut through a driveway towards where they heard it coming from.
“Will, what’s wrong?” Mike stammered out once they found him, huddling behind a brick wall. “We couldn’t find you! Are you hurt?”
Will looked all around in disbelief as Penny crouched down and placed a hand on the side of his face.
“Will, sweetie, are you okay?” Will launched himself into Penny's arms and she immediately wrapped them around him.
“Holy shit. Is he okay?!” Dustin came up with Lucas, both out of breath from running around looking for him.
“I don’t know. Penny I’m gonna get him home okay?” Mike looked at her seriously.
“Yeah okay. Take him back to your house. That’s where Jonathan told him to go” Mike nodded at her in response before helping Will stand, Dustin moving to help him.
“I got him!” Mike shouted aggressively.
“Mike!” Dustin and Penny said together. Dustin in a more defeated way and Penny scolding.
“Keep trick or treating. I’m bored anyways” Mike said before he stalked off, arm around Will helping him to walk.
“What’s wrong with him?” Max questioned. Truth be told, it was a good question. The three people she’d asked simply shrugged. Though, Penny wasn’t sure if she meant Will or Mike at this point. Mike had been off all night, but Penny had attributed it to him missing El.
“Do you guys want to keep trick or treating or do you have enough candy?” Penny asked.
“I think we should just go home,” Dustin said, Lucas nodding in agreement.
“Okay I’ll take you guys back. Max, honey, do you need a ride home? Come on I’ll take you, I’m sure Billy’s at Tina’s and I don’t want you walking home alone this late” Penny stated, not really giving Max the option to opt out.
“Uh sure, thanks Penny.” Max stared at the woman wide eyed, mind blown by the kindness she was just shown.
The group made their way back to the Wheeler house where Penny’s car was parked and got in. The ride to each of their houses was quiet, Max was dropped off first, followed by Lucas and then Dustin.
Just before Dustin exited the car, Penny looked at him, a smirk on her face.
“Max is really pretty, Dusty. You better get that girl before Lucas does.” Dustin felt his face flush, before nodding his head so fast it looked like it could pop off at any second. He exited the car and Penny pulled away from the house.
She rushed to her own house to get ready for the party at Tina’s. She was going as Ellen Ripley from Alien, donning the same Sigourney wig she’d been in all night. She threw on a green jumpsuit and got the toy pulse rifle off her bed. She touched up her makeup and put on her white strapped reeboks. Once she was ready, she ran downstairs and out the door. Hopping into her car, starting it and peeling out of the driveway towards Tina’s house.
She pulled into the front yard of Tina's, not finding parking on the driveway and following the suit of other cars that had parked in the grass. She made her way to the front door, moving to open it just as it flew away from her grasp and Steve Harrington walked out colliding with her.
“Woah. Harrington, where’s the fire?” She said as she rubbed her forehead to ease the pain from where it had bumped into his chest.
“Sorry Penny. I can’t. I just. I have to go.” Steve began to walk off but was stopped by Penny’s hand on his arm holding him there.
“Steve. Come on. It’s me. Are you okay?” Penny felt like she’d said that phrase for the millionth time that night.
“I- no. I’m not. But just. I really can’t talk about it right now or I might actually explode. Can you just please make sure Nancy gets home safe? She’s like really drunk and I just. I don’t know.” He looked at her with sadness in his eyes as soon as he’d said her name. Penny knew immediately that whatever happened had to do with Nancy and she knew it wasn’t good.
“Yeah sure, Steve, I’ll make sure she gets home. But you better get home safe too. Got it?” Steve nodded at her and left toward his car.
Penny walked into the house, her eyes scanning the horde of people for Nancy or Eddie. Instead, finding Jonathan.
“Hey Jonathan, I have a favor to ask.” She explained that she was trying to find Nancy to make sure she got home safe.
“Oh it’s no worries. I’ll take her home, you have fun. I was about to leave anyway. This really isn’t my scene”
After thanking Jonathan profusely, Penny went back to searching the crowd for the mop of brown hair she’d come to know well.
She made her way to the kitchen and found a bowl of punch, she took a cup and filled it halfway. She took a large gulp and winced at the burning feeling making its way down her throat. She downed the rest of it quickly as she pushed through the throngs of people toward the back door that led to the expansive backyard. She walked down the steps discarding her cup on the bannister, and then she spotted him. Tall, curly brown hair, smoking a joint against the outside wall of the home. She made her way over to him, toy rifle in hand pointed at him.
“Put ’em up, Munson.” She stated, giggling. Eddie complied immediately, holding the joint between his teeth and putting both hands in the air. She took the opportunity she saw, plucking the joint out of his mouth with her free hand and taking a deep drag.
“You gotta stop stealing my smokes like that, sweetheart” He really didn’t mind when she did it, he just liked teasing her.
“Well if you’d sell me some I wouldn’t have to steal yours would I, Eds?” She glanced up at him, eyebrow raised, and a smirk lining her lips.
“Well where’s the fun in smoking by yourself?” He responded, voice full of cheekiness.
“Eddie, you literally were just smoking by yourself.”
“Yeah and it was boring!! But now you’re here, smoking my joint when I had one for you anyway.” Her eyes widened as she handed him back his spliff and made grabby hands for her own. He guffawed at her.
“No, this one’s yours now. You smoked like half of it in one toke. What the hell kinda lungs do you have, woman?” Penny giggled before grabbing the unused joint from behind his ear and holding it between her lips.
“Lungs of a singer, baby. Where’s your lighter?” He looked at her in mock disbelief.
“Somewhere you’ll never get it.” He smirked at her, patting his front pocket to show her where the lighter was.
She thought about it for a second, then with no warning, pressed him against the wall with her rifle and slipped her hand into his pocket, snatching the lighter from where he had hidden it. He inhaled sharply and froze completely, making it all the more easy for her to get it. She flicked the lighter at the end of the joint in her mouth before pulling and blowing the smoke straight into his flushed face.
“Jesus Christ, Penny. Take me to dinner first before you feel me up at a party,” he held each side of his jacket closed in a joking way, as if he felt exposed.
“Har har. Trust me Eddie if I was feeling you up, you’d know it. Where’s your costume by the way?” She asked as she took another hit, beginning to feel the effects of the weed.
“I am my own costume, honey, Eddie “the Freak” Munson,” he laughed as he said it. He didn’t really pay attention to the disparities people spewed at him. But sometimes… he did. He stopped laughing when he noticed the frown that had taken hold of Penny’s face.
“I don’t like it when you call yourself that. You’re not a freak. And I really wish this town knew a good guy when he’s standing right in fucking front of them.” She exhaled sharply and looked at him, tears threatening to spill over.
“Woah hey, it’s okay. I know who I am. And if I am a freak it doesn’t have to be a bad thing, Pen. Don’t cry please.” He pleaded with her, pulling her body into his and wrapping his arms around her. She returned the hug and stood there, taking him in. The way his hands rubbed her back comforting her. The way he smelled like leather, cigarettes, weed, and something else she couldn’t quite place.
“Why don’t we go hang out at my place? Wayne’s at work and this party is kind of a dud. I have kit kaaaats.” She glanced up as he sing-songed his last statement.
“Kit Kats?” She looked at him, eyes slightly puffy but wide at the prospect of Kit Kats.
“Kit Kats. The big ones. Did you drive here? I caught a ride with Jeff. But I can tell him we’re leaving and we can just take your car home? Are you good to drive?” He stared down at her with pure adoration, not that she noticed as she pulled away looking for her car keys.
“Yeah I’m good to drive. I only had one drink. Go let Jeff know you’re leaving. I’ll meet you out front.” She stubbed her joint on the wall, and blew on the end making sure it wasn’t still lit, and then put the rest behind her ear, saving it for later. She ran up the steps back into the house, the bass of the music bumping loudly in her chest as she passed right by Billy Hargrove. Anger bubbled in her chest again but she ignored it, deciding she’d deal with him tomorrow. She ran out the front door to her car, Eddie hot on her heels. They both got into the car and he paused. Turning up the music he looked at her, “how’s that tape treating you?” With a smirk, he turned the music up even more and she reversed off the grass. Her nerves swirled in her body as she turned to him and asked.
“Which way?”
The drive was relatively short, they pulled into Forest Hills Trailer Park in about 10 minutes. While it really should’ve been a 15 minute drive, Penny had the tendency to drive like a maniac. She pulled up beside Eddie’s van and put the car in park. He stepped out and ran to the front door closing it before she could even get out of the car. Eddie cleaned frantically, grabbing all the garbage he could see in the living room and throwing it in the can in the kitchen. He ran to his room shoving piles of clothing from the floor into the closet and shutting the door tightly. He got all the garbage he could as he heard a knock on the front door. He ran with the garbage in his hands and threw it haphazardly in the can, just as he had with the living room trash. He got to the front door and smoothed himself out, opened the door with a flourish and said,
“Welcome to the castle, Princess”
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Thank you so much for reading my story. I love you all. Eddie loves you all. Penny loves you all.
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Fear
Steve Harrington x Fem!Henderson O.C
Steve used to be a huge jerk, but now Roxanne Henderson is conflicted after everything that happened in the past month her and Steve have become friends, but Roxanne wants more.
WARNINGS non-con with Billy, angst involving Eddie kinda, small flash back of asshole middle schooler Steve. Violence and bodily harm.
Single mom Steve; Billy is the worst in this; possible part two; flashbacks; mutual pining; mild angst with eddie; a bit of a fluffy ending; Steve and Dustin friendship.
Word count 6636
A/N
I might rewrite this as an x reader but i wanted to try writing an oc.
Snow fell from the sky like tiny flecks of glitter reflecting the sunlight. Covering the ground like powder, slippery, cold powder but powder nonetheless. I stared out my window at the offending mush, it had been years since I had seen snow, Florida was much too hot for that. I wasn't sure what to wear in this weather so I wouldn't fall over and die. This was shit for my first day at school. I groaned flopping back onto my bed.
The door to my room flew open hitting the wall and bouncing back off it. My brother Dustin sped into the centre of my room the widest smile I had ever seen on his face.
"It's snowing" He exclaimed, launching himself onto my bed. "This is great we have snow for your first day of school"
This was not exciting, I didn't know what to do when it snowed. The look of worry on my face finally dawned on Dustin.
"You don't look happy" He said it like a question.
"I don't understand snow" I whined
"Well when tiny ice crystals in the clouds stick together it creates snowflakes and then it get heavy and falls from the sky" Dustin's tone was condescending.
"I know how if forms dumbass" I threw a teddy bear from my shelf at him "I don't know how to go out in the snow"
"Well you put on boots and a jacket and go outside" Dustin teased
"You're an asshole. Get out of my room!" I pulled Dustin off my bed and shoved him out the door so I could get dressed.
I didn't have much time before Steve arrived to drive Dustin and I to school. Steve had insisted he was taking us to school after everything that had happened with Will, Billy, the demodogs and the mind flayer back in October.
I was most worried about Billy. The gate was closed so the other things weren't a problem but Billy was.
The first time I met Billy was Tina's Halloween party and I didn't even know how or why I ended up there. It was only my second day back in Hawkins and I was still lying, telling everyone I was going back to Florida after Thanksgiving, despite the fact I knew I would probably never see my home in Jacksonville again.
Tina had approached me in Melvalds while I was buying candy, she somehow remembered me from my six month stint at Hawkins middle school. She was overly excited gushing about how I was always so pretty and I had to go to her halloween party. She shoved a neon orange flyer in my hands before leaving. I didn't want to go at first but for some reason I did. It was the worst mistake I ever made.
The smell of booze, weed, tobacco and sweat filled Tina's house as I arrived, it was overwhelming. I grabbed a drink and headed to the back patio. I was quickly stopped by Tina and the other cheerleaders from Hawkins High, so they could compliment my outfit and tell me about all the hot guys. Eventually however I made it past the girls and outside.
I sat by the pool on a sun lounger and looked up at the moonless sky staring at the little pin prick stars trying to identify constellations. My stargazing was quickly interrupted by a guy. Billy.
He stood next to me, his shirtless, sweaty body glistening in the pale light that reached over here from the house. He was only wearing jeans and a leather jacket. He had a moustache and a mullet like he was trying to emulate a man from an advertisement in a magazine. He had sunglasses over his eyes despite it being night. Even though I couldn't see his eyes I could feel them scanning my body in the outfit that was shorter and skimpier than I usually wore.
"Where have you been hiding?" He drawled
"Florida" I deadpanned hoping he would go away.
He didn't. He moved closer to me and brushed my hair from my face.
"You are the sexiest thing I have seen in Hawkins" he slurred.
He was so close I could smell the bitter booze on his breath.
"If you say so" I shifted awkwardly trying to move away from him.
He slammed his hand hard into my shoulder pushing me back down onto the sun lounger, the rough material digging into my back. He swiftly sat on top of my lap, I wanted to disappear as I felt his dick pressing against me through his pants.
"Just relax sweetheart" he slurred "I know you want this all you sluts are the same"
I was about to scream when he shoved his lips against mine, the taste of bitter beer and sweat filled my mouth. Bile rose in my throat as panic set in. I bit down on his lip.
"Feisty I like it" he smirked my attempt at hurting him had the opposite effect.
"Get off me" I raised my voice and began wriggling and trying to push him off me to no avail.
I slapped him across the face hard the impact stinging my hand as I did so.
"You shouldn't have done that" his tone was dark.
His hand wrapped around my throat cutting off the oxygen. I scratched at his arm trying to pull him off. He released his grip and began biting and sucking at my neck moving his way towards my breasts.
"Stop, please stop" I cried
I knew he wouldn't stop and the hot tears streaming down my face wouldn't do anything.
"You heard her, stop!" A voice in the darkness commanded.
"This isn't any of your business Munson"
"Billy get off her she said stop" someone pulled his arm back and yanked him off me.
"You will regret that Freak" Billy spat storming off towards the house.
I pulled my knees up to my chest and sobbed into them. This wasn't what I had wanted.
"Hey, you're okay now, he is gone" the voice that had saved me soothed.
I looked up from my knees into the warm brown eyes filled with concern looking at me. I recognised the face from my time here previously, his hair was longer and fuzzier now but his face was the same kind face that comforted me when he found me hiding behind the gym. The person who had saved me was Eddie Munson, the boy they called the freak. He had always been kind to me when I was living here and that had left an impression on me. I had considered him a friend.
"Eddie?" I sobbed
"Why is it when I see you, someone has always made you cry" he said sadly. "In middle school it was Harrington and Tommy H making you cry and now this"
Eddie had calmed me down and even ditched school the next day to watch horror movies with me in his trailer, just like we had done when I was in Hawkins middle school. I was so glad that he had been there to save me and rekindle our friendship.
If it wasn't for Eddie I don't know what would have happened to me that night. I might have ended up in a ditch on the interstate or worse alive and broken beyond repair.
The second time I encountered Billy was worse.
I was huddled in the Byers living room in the dark, scared and traumatised from everything that was happening with will being possessed, the creepy dog, lizard thing that Dustin had brought into our house had attacked us, I wanted to go back to Florida, I wanted to cry but I had to stay strong for the kids around me, Dustin, Lucas, Mike and their new friend Max. I had been left with Steve Harrington of all people at the Byer's to watch out for them in case anything happened.
Steve, Mike and the others were arguing about whether they should go and burn some vines that Mike had seen to distract the Demo-dogs, the name that Dustin had given the weird lizard dog things, while El, a young girl with crazy super powers, closed the gate that these monsters were coming through.
I wasn't fond of Steve. He had bullied me Tommy H and Steve had left me for dead in middle school so I hated that I agreed with him here.
"Look as much as I hate it, I have to agree with Steve" I spoke up from the corner where I was sat "we have to stay here, it's too dangerous and you're just kids"
Dustin gave me a pleading look, which I ignored.
"Let the others do what is needed to be done okay" I insisted.
The kids all went back to arguing, I was the first to hear the car roaring up the road towards the house. Then the others did too, we all looked at each other as the 1978 camaro parked out front of the house.
It was Billy, he was Max's brother and he was looking for her. I could see the fear in Max's face and I know she saw it in mine. Billy really was the scum of the earth.
Steve headed outside to see Billy and try to get him away.
"Am I dreaming or is that you Harrington" the voice sent shivers down my spine and made my stomach turn.
I hated him. More than I hated Steve.
"Yeah it's me don't cream your pants" Steve deadpanned.
I looked from the floor to the kids on the couch staring at the scene out the window as it unfolded. I worried it they would be seen and my worry was soon confirmed as Billy burst into the living room. He headed for Lucas first before he noticed me, I hadn't had the time to stand yet and Billy started walking towards me.
"When I'm done with her your next Sinclair" Billy threatened
He pulled me up by my hair and shoved me against the wall, his face mere inches from mine.
"Lets go straight to the good part shall we" His eyes were dark and dangerous.
Billy threw me down, my head hit the sharp corner of the coffee table as I tumbled to the floor. I could feel the hot sticky blood as it trailed down my face. Billy pinned me to the floor by my throat, I tried to gasp for air but nothing came into my lungs. I fought against him.
"Stop fighting you stupid whore" Billy punched me in the face.
I fought against the unconsciousness vaguely aware of the kids yelling at Billy as he ripped the zipper of my jeans open and some of the buttons on my blouse off. I wanted to shout to the kids to run but I couldn't.
"Finally stopped fighting, you realised you want this didn't you" he drawled "they always stop playing hard to get in the end."
"Go to hell" I slurred still fighting the unconsciousness seconds away from enveloping me.
"You heard her!" Steve yanked Billy off me right as everything went dark.
I didn't know what happened after but apparently Billy had almost killed Steve. It was Max who ultimately saved both of us, she stood up to Billy, and injected him in the neck with the syringe left over from Will. She then threatened him with Steve's bat. Before all the kids proceeded to kidnap the unconscious Steve and I in Billy's car driving us to the place where Hopper had entered the tunnels under Hawkins.
After we had been coerced into entering the tunnels by the kids and eventually somehow escaping unscathed, Dustin did a one man show of Max fighting off Billy. It was hilarious and even though it hurt to laugh I couldn't stop.
Understandably I wasn't looking forward to going to school and facing Billy, he was pure evil in my books. The sound of a horn honking out front pulled me from my worry. Shit. I wasn't even dressed yet.
"Steve's here" Dustin called.
"I'm not even ready."
"Well hurry up then." I heard the front door slammed behind Dustin.
I quickly grabbed my favourite pair of acid wash jeans, floral blouse and a teal oversized cardigan. I threw everything on quickly and hopped out the front door still putting my sneakers on. Dustin had already loaded his bike into Steve's trunk. I had taken longer than I had hoped.
"Took you long enough" Steve was standing next to the passenger seat. "I had to nearly tackle Dustin to stop him from getting in the front."
Dustin was sitting in the back seat of the sleek maroon BMW a look of defeat on his face.
"I called shotgun" he grumbled as I climbed into the car.
"Dude if you don't stop moaning you can get your own way to school." Steve chastised Dustin as he turned the engine of the car on.
The ride to school was pretty quiet, Steve dropped Dustin off first, Dustin carelessly slammed the door as he got out of the car.
"Watch the door" Steve groaned
Dustin ran back to the car and rubbed his hands all over the glass of the rear windows. Laughing as he left fingerprints on the glass.
"I'm not drive you anymore Henderson" Steve yelled out the window
"Sure you won't" Dustin called back as he headed towards the middle school.
Steve drove the short distance from Hawkins Middle to Hawkins High and parked his car towards the front of the lot. It was still early and a lot of the spaces weren't filled yet. Steve turned the car off and looked at me.
"You know Dustin has been begging me to do his hair for the Snow Ball" Steve said nonchalantly.
"Oh I know he won't shut up about it, he keeps begging me to take him to get Farrah Fawcet spray because of you"
"Hey, don't tell anyone about that, you got that" Steve held his finger up.
"My lips are sealed Farrah" I mocked, zipping my lips and locking them.
"You're a jerk" Steve laughed.
The sound of the V8 engine and metal music blaring caused me to tense up. I knew what that meant. The camaro drove behind Steve's car and parked a few spots down. I didn't realise I had stopped breathing until Steve's hand grabbed mine and squeezed.
"He won't hurt you, remember Mayfield made him promise and he has been doing well so far he hasn't hurt her since"
"I know, it's just… everytime I see him or hear his car I feel like I'm back at Tina's party or in the Byers living room again."
"I know" Steve soothed "I know"
Steve walked with me to the office so I could pick up my schedule and locker number, as we walked up I could feel all the eyes on us and everyone whispering around us. My schedule was pretty good, I had a lot of classes with Steve and only a few that weren't with him, but Steve assured me I would be fine. The best part was my locker was just across the hall from Steve's so it was easy to find.
Steve leant against the locker next to mine while I unpacked my books into it.
"See it's not too bad so far is it" Steve brushed his hand through his hair
"I guess not" I smiled as I put my last text book into the locker
"And even better your first class is with your's truly" Steve announced, closing the door for me.
"Oh god I have Math with you that sounds like Hell" I teased, turning to face Steve. There were still faint yellow bruises under is eyes but the cuts had already healed, much better than mine.
"Oh yeah, well good for you you have Math, History, Biology and English with me"
"What did I do to deserve that" I smirked.
"Obviously something truly terrible" Steve teased
I shoved him gently "you are such a asshole, Harrington" I laughed
All of my classes for the first part of the day were with Steve and after lunch I would be on my own for the last two periods. Steve could see how nervous I was as we walked towards the Cafeteria so he put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed gently.
"You're not still friends with Tommy?" I asked nervously
"God no, Tommy's an asshole. He hangs around Billy now. Go figure. We can sit with Nancy and Jonathan if you want or just us."
"Nancy and Jonathan sounds good. Jonathan was one of the few people I talked to in middle school."
"I remember."
"Then you also remember how much of an asshole you were to us" I brushed Steve's arm off my shoulder.
"Yeah emphasis on the were"
Steve and I had made our way to where Nancy and Jonathan were and I sat down next to them.
"Hey," Nancy smiled at me "first day?"
"Unfortunately"
"You causing problems already?" Jonathan asked
"Well as you two know I am avoiding Billy, because he is terrifying and I am scared of him and so far that has been going well. And besides everyone staring at me a. Because I'm new and b. Because I am being shown around by King Steve I would say no I haven't caused any problems yet"
I glanced around the Cafeteria, on the other side of the room was Eddie staring at me, his eyes weren't their usual warm bright look, they were unreadable.
The lunch hour was over quickly, although sitting with Nancy and Jonathan was good it hurt a little watching Steve pine over Nancy. I probably wouldn't sit with them tomorrow. I was kind of glad when the hour was and Steve directed me on how to get to my art class. It wasn't too hard to find and I took a seat at the back of the room and began doodling on my sketch book.
"Hey" Eddie said, coming up next to me. His voice sounded upset.
"Oh, hey Eddie" I smiled wide "I'm so glad I know someone I'm this class"
Eddie's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, he pulled the seat next to me out and sat down.
"So what you doing hanging out with King Steve" Eddie's voice was bitter, a tone I had never heard from him.
"Oh he babysat my brother and his friends a few times and offered to give me a lift for my first day." I continued sketching.
"Right" Eddie sounded skeptical.
"Why does it matter anyway" I huffed, fed up with people trying to get in my personal life.
"I just had the impression you hated Steve because he and Tommy nearly killed you, you remember that don't you?"
"Yeah well things change Eddie" I crossed my arms angrily.
Eddie was silent. His eyes hard and I could see the anger in them, it wasn't a scary anger but a confused one, a betrayed anger. But I wasn't done.
I pulled the top of my turtleneck down showing Eddie the yellowing bruises on my neck. I then lifted my newly cut fringe up and showed him the still healing cut on my forehead.
"What happened?" His face fell and his eyes softened.
"Give it a good guess, I will give you a hint, drives a camaro" I hissed
"He came after you again" Eddie's voice fell.
"It was just lucky that Steve was babysitting some of Dustin's friends and i was there watching Dustin" I lied. "Steve's face is still swollen and bruised too, he helped me Eddie. I know you don't believe me but it's true"
The rest of art class was tense, I was so happy when I saw Eddie come in and he had to ruin it.
The final class of the day was the worst. I had Chemistry with Billy. He was probably reading into that and it scared me. I sat at the back of the class next to a girl with freckles, she spent most of the class drawing on her notebook rather than paying attention to the teacher.
Throughout the class I could feel Billy staring at me, I pushed the fear down. There were too many people here for him to do anything to me.
When the final bell rang I bolted from the classroom and straight to Steve's locker. He must have seen the panic on my face because I quickly finished up flirting with the girls who's lockers were around his.
"Another time ladies" He smirked as he turned to me.
"Guess who is in my Chemistry class" I spoke quickly.
"Seriously"
"Yep, seriously. He was staring at me the whole lesson"
Steve looked over his shoulder "let's get out of here"
Steve pulled me out of the school and into his car. The boys were all going to Mike's house this afternoon so I would be left home alone.
Steve quickly peeled out of the parking lot speeding past Billy who was staring the car down.
Steve drove to my house and pulled up next to the empty drive, his shiny BMW always looked out of place in the street lined with older cars.
"You're moms not home?" Steve asked.
"No she's working tonight, you know single mom she has to make money so we can eat" I sighed. I didn't particularly feel like being home alone.
Steve was quiet, he looked like he was thinking hard about something.
"Well, I will see you at school tomorrow. You don't have to pick me up. I can catch the bus or something" I said as I got out of the car. Not wanting to be a burden.
I began walking up the drive and stopped when I heard the door of the BMW closing behind me.
"Steve?"
"I'm not leaving you here alone" Steve announced
"Why?" I was confused but also relieved.
I knew if I was alone I would feel like I was back in the Byers house or in the bus being attacked by the demodogs or any number of the traumatic things that had happened in the last month and a bit.
"I want to help you study?" Steve sounded unsure as he made up an excuse.
"Don't make me laugh Harrington but fine you can come inside."
I unlocked the door and headed inside, Steve was close behind. I dumped my booking onto the couch and headed into the kitchen.
"Do you want a coke?" I asked
"Uh sure" Steve said
I walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room where Steve was looking at all the photos of Dustin and I on our family holidays, and our school photos.
"What are you doing?" I queried
"Just looking"
"Steve you were literally in this room last week for Thanksgiving, Dustin forced you to come to when he found out your parents had left you alone again"
"I know I just didn't get a good look at these" Steve picked up a particularly embarrassing photo of Dustin and I with Mickey at Disneyland, I was crying and Dustin had just kicked Mickey in the shin "look at you and Dustin"
"Nope that is so embarrassing" I grabbed the photo out of Steve's hand and placed it back on the shelf
Steve had this stupid smirk on his face as he looked at me.
"If you don't stop looking at me like that…" I warned
"You'll what?" Steve breathed
"Kick you out"
Steve sighed and flopped onto my lounge placing his feet on my coffee table. I kicked his feet off.
"Hey" Steve exclaimed.
"No feet on the coffee table" I shrugged.
I got my homework and catch-up work out of my book bag and placed everything onto the coffee table and sunk onto the floor. Steve lounged on the couch trying and failing to help me study. He mostly just distracted me.
Eventually I gave in and sat next to Steve on the couch and put a movie on. I fell asleep at some point during the film. My head ended up in Steve's lap and then the nightmares started.
I had nightmares every night now and they were always the same.
The dark walls of the tunnels under Hawkins surrounded me, the thick black vines trapped my feet to the ground. I couldn't move. I tried to scream for help and a vine wrapped itself around my mouth, the bitter poisonous taste filling my mouth. I see movement ahead of me in the tunnel, the feeling of hope fills my chest. Someone is coming to save me. I am wrong. Very wrong. Billy saunters towards me, his eyes dark, dangerous, he has me where he wants me. Trapped. Behind him are two of the demodogs, they are following him. As Billy brushes his disgusting hand across my face the dogs pounce slamming me into the ground. Ripping my clothes off. Tearing at my skin.
I woke up screaming. The room was dark now, only the faint glow from the tv screen. My breathing was hard as I tried to ground myself back in reality. I became aware of a voice.
"Roxy… Roxanne?" Steve was panicked
Tears began to stream down my face.
"I'm sorry… sorry" I sobbed
"Hey, hey… what are you sorry for?" Steve soothed.
I sobbed as Steve pulled me against his chest and stroked my hair with his hand. Trying to calm me. Neither of us spoke as we sat there, my breathing returned to normal faster than usual, but I didn't dare move as Steve held me grounding me.
"Sorry" I mumbled into Steve's chest.
"Don't apologise." Steve spoke softly "does that happen a lot?"
I nodded into Steve's chest "yes, every time I go to sleep, I haven't had a good night's sleep since… well, you know when."
"I know. It gets better eventually" Steve assured.
"When?"
"It's different for everyone one, when I first saw the demogorgon I couldn't sleep for months. Nancy had them on and off until we broke up, I don't know if she still has them. I don't know about anyone else but I'm sure Joyce, Will and Hopper still have them." Steve explained "I still have them sometimes not as much as I used to"
I pulled back from Steve's chest and looked up at his face, I could see the sadness in his eyes.
"You know if someone told middle school me that I would be in the arms of Steve Harrington after a nightmare, I would have told them they were insane" I stated.
"Yeah well, I'm not a bad guy" Steve smirked.
I moved out of Steve's arms and leant my head against his shoulder as I sat next to him on the couch.
"I had a shit day today, I think Eddie hates me" I admitted
"How could anyone hate you?"
"Because he saw me spending time with you. I think he feels like I betrayed him."
"Why"
I debated lying to Steve but I decided to tell him the truth.
"You remember the incident that put me in hospital right, the reason I left Hawkins"
"Oh" Steve confirmed
It was June nineteen eighty. I had been in Hawkins since the end of January and the bullying was already relentless. It was the summer holidays and I was walking down the main street of Hawkins looking for something to do. I had wanted to spend the day with one of my only friends, Eddie but he had band practice. That was how I ended up walking down Cornwallis past the forest.
"Oh my god look who it is" Carol's voice chilled me to my bones.
"Hey freak" Tommy called, grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around to face him, Carol and Steve.
"You out looking for you daddy" Steve teased "Well you won't find one out here"
"Besides, no one wants an unloveable freak for a daughter," Tommy continued. "It would probably be best if you just disappeared."
"Fuck off" I spat
"Or what are you going to go and cry to daddy" Steve taunted.
That was the last straw Tommy was the closest so I threw a punch at him first. My fist impacted his cheek hurting my hand.
"That tickled" he laughed "let me show you how it's done"
Tommy's fist hit my temple. I fell backwards into the ditch beside the trees, my head landing on a rock rendering me unconscious.
The next thing I knew I was in hospital in the ICU. The rock had fractured my skull and put me in a coma for two days. When I first woke up I couldn't remember anything about the day of the incident but slowly the memories came back.
I didn't find out who took me to hospital until last month.
It was just after we had climbed out of the tunnels, Steve was sitting next to me, both of us were bruised. I still hated Steve and blamed him for leaving me to die after what Tommy, Carol and he had done.
"I'm sorry," Steve said, sitting down next to me.
"Why?" I asked.
"I remember you now, seeing you on the floor of the Byers living room, blood coming from your head. Bruising on your pale skin, I remembered that day in June."
"Sorry doesn't fix leaving me to die" I spat "did you really think it would"
"You're wrong"
"Oh am I, really?" I scoffed, standing and walking away towards the trees.
Steve caught up quickly and stood in front of me blocking my path.
"They never told you who took you to the hospital did they because after Tommy and Carol ran off I picked you up, carried you the Mrs. Selwins door and begged her to drive us to the hospital because you hit your head and I thought it was bad. I know now that I should have called an ambulance, I shouldn't have moved you. But I was so scared that you would die, and seeing you on the floor again I thought you were dead tonight, and it scared me" Steve rambled
"I uh…um" I didn't know what to say. Steve's side of what happened changed everything.
I looked at Steve sitting next to me on the living room couch now, his chestnut hair was messy from where he had laid on the lounge, his warm brown eyes stared into mine. Steve was undoubtedly handsome, I knew that even when he was a massive asshole, but now Steve was completely different to what I had thought. And that complicated things.
"So yeah, Eddie came to visit while I was in hospital and I had just started getting my memory back after the coma and everything, he was the only person I told what happened." I continued
"So he hates you because you're hanging out with someone he thinks left you to die, hows that any of his business?"
"Not quiet" I pulled a face.
"What?"
"You remember how at Thanksgiving you asked if I was dating Eddie?"
"And you said no. Was that a lie"
"No it was true. But uh… after Tina's party and nearly being raped by Billy, Eddie saved me took me out to his van…" I rambled "I kissed him, I was stressed and I had never been kissed so the first time anyone had kissed me was Billy so I didn't want that to be my only experience and I had thought about kissing Eddie in middle school so I just did it and maybe he thought it was more."
I pinched the bridge of my nose "not that it wasn't a good kiss, I just don't really know what I want right now and after all the crap that's just happened… yeah"
"So let me get this straight, you kissed Eddie because Billy kissed you without consent and you didn't want that to be your only kiss" Steve tried to organise your rambling "and you think Eddie thought the kiss was more?"
"Yeah. I mean I told him I just didn't want Billy to be my first kiss because I didn't want that and he offered and I wanted that so I kissed him"
"Well if he hates you because of that it's his fault." Steve assured me.
The sound of a bike being thrown down in the garage broke Steve and I out of our conversation. I shifted backwards putting a little space between Steve and I when I realised how close we still were.
"Steve, Roxy?" Dustin called "jesus turn some lights on"
"Sorry we were watching a movie" I called out as Dustin turned the lights on.
I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the bright light that filled the room as Dustin launched himself over the back of the couch into the small gap between Steve and I.
"What ya watching?" Dustin asked
"Nothing right now" I stood up and rewound the tape before removing it from the VHS player.
"I should get going" Steve looked at his watch.
"Okay, see you at school tomorrow" I said.
"I will pick you up again," Steve assured before leaving.
There were only a few weeks left before the Christmas break, Steve picked me up everyday and drove me to school. Even though i told him I could catch the bus.
Most of my classes were good except for Chemistry which I had with Billy, that class always scared me. I was terrified that he would be made my lab partner but I usually got paired up with Robin, the girl who sat next to me with the freckles. She was really nice and I enjoyed talking with her in class.
As the semester drew to the end it was nearly time for the middle school Snow Ball. Dustin had been begging Steve to help him get ready and teach him how to ask a girl to dance. It was really sweet the way Dustin looked up to Steve.
The night of the Snow Ball finally arrived, Dustin was freaking out because he couldn't find his Farrah Fawcett spray he had got especially for the occasion.
Mom and I were in the living room with Tews, the new cat Dustin and I had forced Steve to take us into Indianapolis to get for mom after what happened to Mews.
"Have you seen my bag from the chemist" Dustin screamed coming into the living room.
"Have you tried the kitchen?" Mom replied.
There was a knock on the door, I knew it would be Steve.
"I will get it" I called heading through the chaos of Dustin getting ready to open the door.
"Hey" Steve smiled.
"You've created a monster Harrington" I laughed "Dustin is running around looking for the bloody Farrah Fawcet spray you took him to buy"
"Kids got the right idea" Steve stepped inside.
"Hello Steve" mom called as Steve and I headed to Dustin's room
"Hello Mrs Henderson" Steve replied politely.
We made it to Dustin's door and his face lit up.
"Thank God you're here Steve" Dustin sighed
"Woah, Henderson calm down" Steve laughed at the panicked Dustin.
"We don't need you Roxy, boys only" Dustin pulled Steve into his room and closed the door in my face.
"Dickhead" I shouted through the door and headed back to the lounge room to play with Tews.
"Steve is nice" my mom said suspiciously
"I guess" I narrowed my eyes
"You know you can tell me if you're dating Steve, I wouldn't mind."
"I'm not dating Steve we're just friends" there was a small twinge of pain as I said the word friends. I wanted to be more but it was clear Steve was still in love with Nancy.
"Oh honey" my mom detected something in my tone and pulled me into a hug. "Well if he doesn't like you back than that's a fault in him not in you"
"Okay mom, I'm fine with just being friends with him, Steve can be a jerk sometimes anyway"
After a long time Steve and Dustin came out into the living room, Dustin was dressed up like a mini Steve. I laughed.
"What" Dustin asked
"You look like Harrington" I snorted
"And is there a problem with that Roxanne?" Steve questioned
"No but we need to leave or Dustin will be late and won't get to dance with whoever this girl he wants to ask out is"
I graciously allowed Dustin to take the front seat to his dance and I climbed into the back, staring out the window as we drove the short distance to the school gym. Steve pulled up right next to the door and gave Dustin, frankly crappy girl advice, but it was good enough. After Dustin had left the car Steve turned around to me.
"You coming up here?" He asked
"Okay" I smiled as I got out and walked from the back seat to the front.
I sat down in the front seat and Steve was staring at me with a weird expression on his face, it was the same as the one he had in my living room when he was looking at the photos of me and Dustin.
"So what now?" I asked
"Do you want to drive around or we can go to mine" Steve asked
"We can drive around for a bit and then go to yours"
Steve drove out of the school area around some of the streets before speaking.
"You know I wish I wasn't such an asshole in middle school, then maybe I could have asked you to the dance" Steve said.
"I probably wouldn't have gone anyway. I'm a terrible dancer"
"I'm sure you're not that bad."
"Trust me I am"
"You just need a good leader." Steve pulled into the dark empty parking lot behind Melvalds.
"What are you doing?" I asked
Steve parked up and pulled a tape from his centre console, placing it into the cassette player on his dash. Steve turned the music up and got out of his car. Time after time played through the radio. Steve opened the passenger door and pulled me out into the cool night air.
"Steve, what are you doing" i laughed.
"Dancing" he said simply"
"I can't dance" I protested smiling.
Steve pulled me into his chest, placing my arms around his shoulders and he sat his hands on my waist. He swayed with me in the dark under the singular light in the parking lot.
"You will be ready for prom in no time" Steve whispered in my ear.
"Prom?" I groaned causing Steve to laugh
"It's my last prom before I graduate you have to come with me" Steve insisted
"I don't know"
"Please…As friends" Steve added hesitantly
"Fine, you owe me Harrington"
His smile seemed sad as he looked at me. I wondered if he felt the same way I did. If the word friends hurt him the way it hurt me. I wondered if Steve also got the pang of longing in his chest when I looked into his eyes, I wanted to ask him. To tell him how I felt, but I would risk loosing him as a friend and I couldn't do that.
Steve gently brushed a strand of hair behind my ear as the song ended. His warm brown eyes glanced down at my lips and back to my eyes but neither of us moved. The tension in the air between us buzzed until I pulled away from Steve, and looked up at the night sky as a shooting star flew past.
I wished that I could know if Steve felt the same way about me.
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“Would you forget?“
To got your heart broken at a party is one of the worst kinds of heartbreak, and Steve Harrington just got to know that feeling.
Warning: swearing & underage drinking
Steve Harrington x Reader
Gif credit: (x)
The music was blasting through the filled living room of Tina’s house. People were dancing close to each other, holding their red plastic cups filled with alcohol in their hands. Ever since the eighth grade, Tina held the most amazing Halloween parties as everyone got too old to still go trick or treating. It was a shame if you missed her parties in general.
The others started slow dancing to the music of ‘The Police‘ as you excused yourself and walked over to the little buffet and bar that Tina had built in her kitchen.
You swung your hips to the beat of the music. Halloween was special in Hawkins as it was the only time where everyone truly had fun but after all what happened to that poor Byers boy, it felt wrong at first to even celebrate Halloween. You didn’t know why, it was just a weird feeling in your guts like something was still not right in your hometown. However, instead of worrying yourself the whole night, you still decided to come and enjoy the night, to be oblivious and just live your teenage life to its fullest.
Tina suddenly joined you, looking over the crowd of people in her house. Your parents would never allow that but her parents were kind of known to be… quite relaxed in such things. “Oh god, Y/N,“ she laughed while being obviously drunk, “have you seen that new boy? What’s his name again? B.. Bobby?“
You shook your head yet smiling you replied, “His name is Billy. I’m in the same history class as him.“
She laid her arm around your shoulders, pointing outside the big window where a smaller crowd of boys were standing around Billy, shouting his name with pride followed by cheers. “Isn’t he hot?“ Tina slurred in your ears.
“Doesn’t he have a shirt?“ you asked instead.
“Oh buh, Y/N, don’t you realize that that’s exactly what makes him so hot?“
Tina let go of you, trying her best to push herself up on the kitchen counter. You watched her ultimately fail doing it but she was giggling to herself. Good god, sometimes you forgot that drunk people were the funniest and most annoying at the same time.
She glanced over to you, frowning. “What’s up with Nancy Wheeler and your Steve?“
Your eyes widened slightly but you tried to cover it up, although you believed that she wouldn’t even get it. She was too drunk for that. “Tina, you know he’s not my Steve. He’s just Steve, without anything.“
“Yeah, but you liked him before Nancy even knew him. You’ve literally liked him all your life!“
“Steve and I are just friends, and we never were and will be anything other than that.“ you assured her.
The next second, things started to get confusing. Nancy and Steve appeared in the wrong moment while you were still talking with Tina but Steve was too invested to keep Nancy from drinking more. She was slurring her words, trying to dip her cup in the punch while Steve was trying to take it from her and then the punch landed straight onto her white shirt. Everyone stopped dancing and starred instead at the young couple.
“The hell,“ Nancy murmured, looking from her shirt over to her boyfriend before she turned around walking to the bathroom.
“Nanc,“ Steve tried to stop her to calm her down, yet she was already running away from him and like Steve was, he instantly followed her.
Your heart sank.
“See,“ Tina said as both went away, “if you were being honest, you would admit that there is trouble in the air. And I don’t believe it’s coming from Steve’s side.“
She left you alone in the opened kitchen with her words that confused you and on top of that, Eddie Money’s ‘Think I’m in Love‘ had to be blasted. Tina knew Steve and you ever since junior school. Somehow the three of you always had been befriended but it was different between Steve and you. Ever since year seven, he and you had been friends and got the other’s back. Perhaps it was the most pure platonic friendship you ever had in your life, right until high school came around and Steve decided to grow out his hair. He looked like one of those boys from the movies your mother liked to watch and it was weirdly fascinating for you to see how many girls suddenly paid attention to him. In some ways, you had always liked him but back then it felt different than what it felt like now.
It was inevitable that you would end up falling for him.
You frowned as you noticed Steve grabbing Jonathan Byers rather harshly by his shirt, almost yanking him to the side. He told Byers something quickly before he turned away from him, walking outside. In the same moment, your empty cup felt down on the kitchen counter as you followed him outside, pushing yourself through the crowd and past Jonathan. You had no idea what was going on but it had been a long time since you saw Steve like that.
The coldness from the ending fall season hit you as soon as you were out of the house, looking around for a second to find him again. He walked past Billy and all the other guys from your year, ignoring everyone who called after him and before you knew it, you were already following him again. You had to run in order to catch him.
“Harrington,“ you called after him but he didn’t listen. He just kept on walking straight toward his car.
“God dammit,“ you murmured under your breath before calling out again for him, “Steve!“
You slowed down as he stopped and turned around with his hands in the pockets of his black jacket and his sunglass hanging around the neckline of his shirt. At first, he seemed surprised that it was you who was calling after him but then his mood took over him again. “What do you want, Y/N?“ he questioned.
“What the hell happened?“
“I don’t want to talk about it.“ he answered, turned around and started walking again.
You sighed and started to run after him once again. There was no way in hell you would let him drive home like that. Even if you didn’t want to admit it because facing the truth hurt only more, you knew him still well enough. You knew what he was like when he was truly hurt and no matter what just happened between Nancy and him, it had hurt him. It had hurt him badly.
Steve’s hand was already on the handle of his car door, ready to open it up as you slammed it close, causing him to look up. “What the fuck do you want?“ he asked you again, this time more aggressive but his tone didn’t scare you. You knew his reactions all too well.
“Do you really believe I’m just going to let you drive now when obviously something fucked up happened between Nancy and you?“ you asked back with the same tone. He wouldn’t listen to you any other way.
Steve shook frowning his head. “Just leave me alone, Y/N. I’m not in the mood for talking.“
“I don’t care if you are in the mood to talk or not. You’re upset and you do stupid things when you’re upset and I don’t want to hear tomorrow that you crashed your goddamn car into the next crash barrier!“ your voice raised at him, until you realized how harsh you were being.
You pressed your lips together, looking around for a moment before you mumbled, “Just talk to me, Steve, to calm down. You know me. You can trust me.“
Steve let go of the handle to step back away from you. You couldn’t deny that that little move hurt you in the chest. “This isn’t about if I trust you or if I don’t. Yes, some fucked up shit just happened and I really don’t want to talk about it, can’t you get that?“
“No, in this moment I really can’t—“
Suddenly Steve groaned deeply, interrupted you within seconds, “Nancy doesn’t love me. She just thought that it might was the right time to break it to me. Are you happy now?“
Your hands clutched onto his car as your body stiffened, glancing speechless at your childhood friend. For the first time after years you saw him truly hurt. Steve Harrington wasn’t someone who got easily his heart broken and his head messed up but it only took minutes for Nancy Wheeler to destroy the boy you loved. And there it was again, the weird, empty feeling in your chest and the begging feeling in your lungs that screamed after air.
Tina was the one who broke it to you that Steve started dating Nancy. The whole day you had no idea what to feel or how to feel, what was right and what was wrong. You were so confused. Somehow, you were happy for him because he deserved it to be loved by someone and at the same time you hated Steve for running after that junior girl, instead of going for you. You were quick to realize that it always had been platonic between him and you. How on earth should he knew that his childhood friend might had feelings for him?
You felt a mixture of anger and frustration, and now… now you maybe should be happy to hear that Nancy didn’t love him but that was lie. Maybe it broke your heart just as much as his did. He didn’t deserve that, not after all what he had done for her and how hard he tried to be a good boyfriend for her. You weren’t angry, instead you felt sorry for him.
“She is drunk, Steve. She probably didn’t mean it.“ you managed to say but you knew that that wasn’t helping at all.
You gasped after air as Steve suddenly stepped closer to you. He couldn’t focus on what was happening. His body was trembling, while his hands shook so heavily that you instinctively grabbed them.
He shook his head, over and over again, pressing his lips together and blink the tears to stop himself from sobbing. “You don’t forget that you love someone when you’re drunk. Tell me, Y/N, you wouldn’t forget that you love me if you were drunk, would you?“
His words hit you harder than Tina’s. This felt more real than your conversation with her. It was easy to deny your feelings in front of her, it was easy to lie straight into her face to keep your feelings hidden and safe. But in front of Steve, you were vulnerable like never before. He knew you better than anyone else yet he never figured it out and still you believed that there was always a chance that someday he will.
You couldn’t lie to him.
You could never lie to him.
“No… no, I wouldn’t.“
Possible a second part if you want? — Here you go: Part Two!
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Season 2 Halloween AU Part Three
Part One, Part Two
Eddie waits till the end of the day to strike.
It's after four, and almost everyone has left for the day with the exception of the teachers and the janitor --who has already given Eddie the stink eye for remaining after hours for 'no reason'.
But Eddie does have a reason, a pretty decent one too.
He's waiting for King-Steve to get out of detention.
Turns out it didn't take until lunch for the whole school to hear about Harrington and Wheeler. In fact, the way Eddie heard, Steve had been ambushed not two minutes after his conversation with Nancy by Hagan and Hargrove.
Now here was where the story differed depending on who you heard it from.
Tammy Thompson told her lunch table that Steve freaked out when Hargrove started talking shit about Nancy.
Mark Holmes told Jim Cutter that Hagan got punched in the face and Hargrove was simply defending his friend from Steve.
Sarah March told Jeff in their homeroom that Steve wound up with a black eye after gym class that morning and was almost suspended for the week.
Eddie knows there must be a thread of truth linking all of these stories together. And at this point, he'd much rather hear it straight from the source.
Plus with a black eye Harrington would be needing those glasses back.
Eddie snaps the gum in his mouth and stuffs his hands in his pockets as he leans against locker 109, certain that Steve will have to stop by before he leaves.
"Munson?"
Speak of the devil.
Eddie tilts slightly in the direction of the voice and blows out a low whistle at the sight of the shiner on Steve's face.
It's already a deep purple, though it isn't as swollen as Eddie would have thought. It matches the colour of the bags under Steve's good eye and is accentuated by how strangely pale he looks today. Steve's lip is also split down the middle, blood staining his polo collar.
Huh, so it didn't happen in gym.
"Looks like someone had an interesting day," Eddie smiles as he crosses one leg over the other and taps the tip of his chuck on the linoleum, Steve winces at the harsh squeak it makes.
"Look Munson, whatever you want, just get it over with," Steve manages to say through gritted teeth, his hands have clenched into loose fists but the same tremor from the night before has returned in full force.
Eddie pushes himself off of Steve's locker and watches as the other man tenses. Eddie rolls his eyes and reaches behind himself, grabbing the shades from where they are hanging off his back pocket. Steve's gaze follows Eddie's movements and barely halts a flinch as the sunglasses are tossed into his chest.
Steve only seems to catch them with his latent jock ability but still nearly drops them in surprise.
"You left these in my van last night," Eddie shrugs at the way Steve's head tilts slightly, he looks from the glasses in his hand to Eddie and back again with a frown.
"Oh," he breathes out, and the tension drops from Steve's frame like the strings holding him up are all at once severed.
"First a taxi service, now a courier," Eddie smirks, dropping his left hand to his hip, "how ever will you make it up to me Harrington?"
Steve grimaces, rubbing a hand down his face, he winces as it brushes the deepening bruise under his eye, "I'm sure you're about to tell me".
Eddie grins, pretending to consider his options as he lifts a ringed hand to his chin to hold it thoughtfully for a beat while Steve stands before him, looking more and more frustrated with every passing second.
"Where's the fun in that?" Eddie says with a sly smile as he steps closer, nearly into Steve's space, and leans in.
"Maybe you'll owe me one," Eddie winks as he says it before dropping his voice into a wheezing Italian affectation, "perhaps one day soon I'll call upon you for a favor--"
"What?" Steve sputters out in a strangled laugh, leaning away from Eddie's sudden proximity.
From this angle Eddie can see the slightest flush creeping down Steve's neck.
"The Godfather? You know?" Eddie raises an eyebrow at the blank expression on Steve's face, "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse?"
Steve's brow pinches in confusion as he shakes his head.
"I mean," Eddie huffs, moving out of Steve's space again, "you'd probably like it, you have plenty of practice rejecting offers don't ya big boy?"
It takes a second for the words to register for both of them.
Steve's eyebrows cut creases across his forehead as they rise into his hair and Eddie immediately wants to fling himself off the gymnasium roof.
Of all the stupid, stupid things--
"Is this about the weed?" Steve asks slowly with a frown wrinkling his nose, it would be cute if Eddie wasn't beside himself with relief.
Focus.
"Yup," Eddie manages to say with a straight face despite the way his heart is racing. He clears his throat and leans backwards to drape himself against the lockers again, miscalculating how far he's moved away from them after Steve showed up.
Eddie loses his footing and slams into the metal with a loud bang, sliding down onto the floor in a leather clad heap.
"Jesus Christ," Eddie hears from above him, opening his eyes to find a pair of wide hazel ones staring into his own.
"Did you hit your head?"
Eddie ignores the question and the heat that rises in his face and ears. He wants nothing more at this moment than to tell Steve to fuck off, to leave him to crawl into a hole now and finally live the rest of his days as a Hobbit.
But King-Steve is persistent.
"Come on Munson, we should go before someone comes to see what happened, I'm not getting another detention for you," Steve huffs as he holds a hand out in front of Eddie.
Eddie looks from the outstretched hand in front of him, to Steve's face. His stupid, earnest, beautiful face, and takes his hand, grunting as he rises back to his feet.
A door opens down the hall, near the admin office and both men freeze as a pair of heels begin to click and clack their way down the hall.
"Shit," Eddie hisses at the same time Steve barks out a frantic, "Go, go, go!"
They scramble to get away from the lockers and make a beeline for the side exit, a mixture of laughter and curses echoing after them.
Eddie doesn't stop running until he reaches the driver's side door of his van.
He pants out a wild laugh and shakes his head as Steve bends at the waist with his hands braced on his knees. When Steve rights himself, there's a flush of exertion and a bright smile that is only slightly marred by the black eye and split lip.
"You're a trip Harrington," Eddie breathes out before clutching his throat, "I think I swallowed my gum back there".
Steve laughs loud and bright and Eddie can't help but watch the way his head tips back, exposing the long column of his neck. He looks up again, his eyes seem to search Eddie's face briefly before he shakes his head with an expression Eddie's never seen before.
"Yeah well," Steve huffs, his good eye crinkles at the corner from his smile, "you're not what I thought you'd be like either Munson".
And Eddie just doesn't know what to do with that.
Instead, he clears his throat and kicks at a piece of gravel that careens across the empty student parking lot.
"Where's your noble steed?" Eddie asks, his head on swivel. Harrington's car was fairly iconic around here, no way it would have been missed among the sea of beat up Ford's and Gremlins.
Steve tilts his head and frowns slightly, "I left it at Tina's remember?"
And yeah, shit, that makes sense, he must have caught the bus that morning and completely missed it with detention.
"...do you need a ride?"
"Okay".
Part four up!
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