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jaebeomsbitch · 2 years ago

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Best Friend's Kisses (E.M.)

Summary: After seventeen long years of friendship Eddie decides to fulfill a ten year old promise. Something whispered in the middle of the night. He gives you the best gift of all.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem! reader, really only mentioned like two or three times

Mid-twenties Eddie and reader. Mechanic! Eddie

Warning: Slight smut at the end, talks of insecurity, making out, flirting, swearing, and melancholy reader. MINORS DNI!

AN: This is only my third fic on here. I'm still trying to understand the formatting.

Eddie Munson had been your friend since you met him on the playground in third grade. He had defended you against some asshole kid who tried to take away your toy. Pushed him to the ground and yelled at him, you’d been inseparable since then. You saw each other through the awkward phases of becoming teenagers, watched him struggle through high school, and then eventually graduate.

Now you were both in your mid twenties, still having movie nights at the Munson’s every Friday after your shift at the record shop. You had a chance to leave, to go to college in New York but you turned it down. Not that you told Eddie, you didn’t want him to feel guilty. Truthfully you did stay for him, afraid that he might break without you but, did he really need you?

Eddie was an incredible sweetheart, making friends left and right with whoever would listen to him. It seemed like anyone that had a chance to really talk to him could see beyond the rumor around him. He was surrounded by people who loved him. Sometimes you regret staying, maybe you could’ve become something. Maybe you could’ve gotten a good degree, move your parents out of this shitty town but you were afraid.

The truth being you use Eddie as a crutch, you always had. Hiding behind him, gripping onto the back of his shirt as he yelled at another person for you, cleaning him up after he fought with a guy for groping you, Eddie was your protector in a sense. So you stay, stay in the shitty down you despise, wallow in self pity for being a fucking coward like you always are, and spending your days drinking or getting high with Eddie and his friends.

Today was a special day, Eddie had gotten a job at a mechanic shop. He always said that when he got his first paycheck he’d buy you something really special. He’d jump around from job to job until he found Earl. Earl was the only person who truly gave Eddie a chance.

“Honey, I’m home,” He jokes, walking into the trailer. Already expecting you to be lying on his bed when he comes home like you always are. He walks in shoulders hunched, face covered in grease stains, and hair knotted. “Gonna take a shower, then’ll be back. Got something exciting for you sweetheart,” He smiles, grabbing the pile of clothes you left on the foot of his bed ready for him. “Toodaloo,” he wags his fingers behind him as he exits the room.

Oh god what did he get you? Eddie had a reputation for going overboard, always saying he had to spoil his ‘princess’ because you were his longest friend. Always rambling about how you deserved the world for sticking by his side. Steve and Robin like to tease him, poking fun at your friendship. Always whispering, “you’ve never thought ‘bout it?” with their questioning gazes. It didn’t matter what either of you said, they never believed you. They could see the way the tips of your ears turned red or the way Eddie silently threatened Steve.

“I feel so much better,” He sighs, throwing himself next to you. He cuddles into the pillow, throwing the sheets over himself. “You forgetting something?” You laugh.

“Oh shit, sorry. M’tired,” He mumbles, eyes open wide. “Just go to sleep, Eds. You can give me whatever it is tomorrow,” You whisper. Trying to lull him back to sleep as you massage his scalp. “No, been waiting forever,” He murmurs, eyes blinking slowly. He must’ve been really tired for him to forget dinner. Eddie was never one to skip meals, always saying they were his favorite part of his day. You watch him sleep, he looks so peaceful with his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted. It isn’t until you hear the phone ring that you move your hand from his curls.

“Hello?” You whisper trying not to wake him up. “Oh hey! I was expecting Eddie,” Steve says on the line. “He got home and fell asleep immediately, I was just about to make dinner. What’s up?” You ask.

“You sound so domestic, like a housewife,” Steve chuckles.

“Yeah, yeah. Hardy har har.” You roll your eyes leaning against the wall.

“H-has he given you the present yet?” He asks out of nowhere.

“No, he just said he had something for me then fell asleep two seconds later. I don’t know what he did today but he skipped lunch. You know how unusual that is for him,” you say slightly concerned.

“It’s just… he loves you a lot you know?” Steve says, his voice sounding a little weird.

“Yeah and I love him too,” You reply quickly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Just… keep that in mind, I’ll see you tomorrow,” He says.

“What wh-” He hangs up. What the fuck was that about? Of course you’d see Steve and the gang tomorrow, it was your weekly get together with the adults of the group but this felt weird. It almost felt like something monumental was supposed to happen today.

You try to shake away the feeling, looking through the fridge to see what they have. Cheese and tortillas, the ones you brought from home because you ‘accidentally’ bought two packs. You make quesadillas like you’ve made all your childhood, they were quick to make and easy for Eddie to eat while he’s half asleep. He had this miraculous way of waking up, eating, and forgetting that he even ate when he woke up.

“Eds… Teddie,” you whisper, gently shaking his shoulder until he groans. He gained the nickname after a long night of calling each other annoying nicknames, you saw your childhood teddy bear and instantly thought of Eddie. Just like it, he brought you comfort and he was also the person to give it to you. Claimed he won it in a claw machine for twenty five cents but you knew he had saved his money for weeks to buy it for you. You'd seen it at the store when your mom dragged you shopping for your sister's new clothes.

“I know, I know, baby. Just eat and you can go back to sleep okay,” You whisper, sitting on the ledge of the bed next to him. He slowly blinks, turning toward you as he scratches his neck languidly.

“Come on, eat,” You show him the plate but he still blinks at you not understanding. So you feed him like a sick child, watching as he takes little bites and tilting his head forward when he needs a drink. “Go back to sleep,” You whisper, kissing him on the forehead as his eyes close again.

Steve was right, it all felt entirely domestic. You’d never treat him, Robin, or any of your other friends like this but Eddie, he was special. Your heart clenches at the idea, always longing for Eddie in a way you know is not possible. Always afraid you’d ruin your seventeen years of friendship, afraid you’d lose the one person who made you feel comfortable. You’d always cuddled with him, he was overly touchy with you to the point that everyone thought you were together. You were always off limits to the other guys in Hawkins, only ever catching the eye of passersby. You fall asleep, thinking about all the should haves and could haves.

The sun filters through the small crack in the curtains hitting you straight in the face. You look around the room, remembering you fell asleep next to Eddie. His arm is around your waist, head buried in your neck, hair tickling your nose. You try to stretch as much as you can while being basically pinned down by Eddie.

“Ten more minutes,” he mumbles, pulling you closer.

“You slept for sixteen hours already,” you snort.

“Not enough,” He nuzzles into your neck.

“You gotta stop that or I’m gonna piss myself,” You say, trying to pry his arm off of you.

“Do it, you wouldn’t dare,” He challenges.

“No I wouldn’t but seriously, I gotta go!” you say more urgently.

“Fine, but you jump right back in bed the minute you finish,” He bargains.

“It’s almost one o’clock, I am not staying in bed,” You protest, still pulling at his arm.

“Either way you still owe me a present,” You say.

“Oh shit, I forgot,” He says, finally letting you go. You run to the bathroom to take care of yourself, peeing and brushing your teeth. You’d had a toothbrush right next to Eddie’s since your first sleepover, he always took charge of changing it out every couple of months.

“So what’s the plan for today?” You ask, rummaging through his closet.

“Eat, present, meet Robin and Nance and 'em,” He says, standing up from the bed to join you. He picks up a pair of black jeans, his favorite because “they fit him the best and they make his ass look good,” according to Eddie. It was warm out, you could already tell by the heat in the trailer so he picks out a cutoff tee that shows off the sides of his ribs if he moves a certain way. He didn’t know this was your favorite shirt of his. He always looked so fucking hot with it on, his tattoos peaking through the side, his midriff exposed at the corner of your eye. Well if he was going to play that game you needed a better outfit, no band tee for you.

You search through your overnight bag for the black lacy cami top that usually leaves him speechless and a pair of shorts. He looks at the outfit in your hand and gulps.

“Great, I’m starving,” You wink at him as you walk by. What the fuck were you doing? What has gotten into you? He might’ve just been thirsty or something. There was no guarantee he even noticed what you grabbed or even cared. When you come out dressed you hear Wayne’s voice to the right of you talking to Eddie about his job.

“Good…afternoon!” You greet them.

“Finally decided to wake up I see,” Wayne says, eyebrow raised. He wasn’t judging you, he liked to tease but he knew how hard Eddie and you worked. He always treated you like a dad, more than your own father. He was protective and caring in his own way.

“Blame Teddie,” You nudge Eds in the ribs.

“You know I need my beauty rest,” He says, flicking his hair.

“Maybe you need to sleep longer,” Wayne’s eyes light up, teasing Eddie.

“Some sleep would do you good,” Eddie says, tone more serious. Wayne had been picking up more shifts lately, you had hardly seen him the last three weeks.

“I’m already as pretty as I’ll get,” Wayne grumbles, not liking Eddie’s concern.

“Weren’t y’all ‘bout to get food, c’mon get,” Wayne pushes you both out, slamming the door behind you two.

“He really is overworking himself,” You sigh as you climb into Eddie’s van.

“I know, that’s why I’ve been taking longer hours at the shop. Just want to take some burden off the old man,” He says, eyes focused on the road. You both sit in silence on the drive to Benny’s, thinking about how stuck you felt.

You wanted to help Wayne in any way you could but you still weren’t making enough money. You rented out a room from your parents because according to them the second you turn eighteen they weren’t supposed to help you anymore. Even if you wanted to leave you couldn’t afford the lease. You remember all those nights with Eddie, dreaming of the day you finally became adults so you could become independent.

“We’re here,” Eddie says, snapping his finger in front of your face.

“Fuck, you scared the shit out of me,” You jump, hand clutching your chest.

“What’s got you so spaced out?” Eddie asks, during the short walk into the diner and into your “designated” booth.

“Nothin’” you say, playing with the salt and pepper shakers.

“C’mon tell me what’s on your mind,” He pushes.

“I just wish I could do something to help Wayne out,” You sigh, not looking up at him.

“Me too,” He says, taking the pepper from your hand and playing with it. You didn’t expect the heavy atmosphere but thankfully it's broken when Doris comes over with your drinks. You always ordered the same thing, every week.

“Here’s your cola’s, just put in your order,” She smiles.

“Thank you!” you beam at the sugary beverage.

“There’s something magical in these sodas I swear,” You moan, as you gulp it down.

Eddie’s looking at you through his eyelashes, tongue swiping at his bottom lip.

“Yeah tastes pretty good,” He observes, voice deeper than normal and pupil’s slightly blown out. You make conversation over your pancake breakfasts, talking about shitty customers and bonding over telling them to fuck off. The tension from earlier is gone as Eddie promises he can scarf down his food in less than ten minutes.

“I never said you couldn’t do it, I just said it wasn’t worth the upset stomach I know you’re gonna have,” You say, walking toward his van.

“Well it was worth it,” He gives you a toothy smile.

“Now for the big event,” He says, as you both get in the van.

“Big event?” You question.

“Got you a surprise, something I promised you a long time ago,” He says, staring into your eyes. There’s something there you don’t recognize, his gaze looking different. You wrack your brain trying to decipher his riddle. What did he promise you? He had made so many promises over the years, pinkies intertwining each other as Gareth made fun of your childish ways.

“Okay…” You look at him suspiciously.

“But, I’m gonna need to blindfold you,” He says, eyes full of mischief.

“Ooh kinky,” you wag your eyebrows at him. His eyes slightly widen before he snaps out of it and grabs a scrap of fabric from his door.

“Turn around for me sweetheart,” He mumbles. You can’t help but slightly shake as he places the opaque fabric over your eyes, his hand brushing the back of your head as he knots it in place. The entire act felt all too intimate, your heavy breaths in the silent van weren’t helping either.

“Can you see anything?” He asks, presumably waving a hand in your face as you turn to sit straight.

“Nothing, scouts honor,” You say, raising two fingers.

“You weren’t even in the scouts,” He laughs, turning the key in the ignition. You don’t know what direction you’re heading in.

“Oh my god are you gonna murder me? Been playing the long con? Get me comfortable so I go without protest,” You tease.

“Oh yeah, gonna chop you up in the forest in the name of satan,” He says dramatically.

“Sounds ‘bout right,” You laugh, as he pulls to a stop.

“We’re here, just give me a second” He says, opening the door and rounding the car to open yours less than a second later.

“Wrap your arms around my neck princess,” He says, carrying you out of the van and placing you on your feet.

“Woah,” You grab onto his arm as the dizziness sets in.

“You alright?” He asks, concerned laced in his voice.

“Yeah just give me a second. M’dizzy” You say, gripping harder onto his bicep.

“Take your time,” He says.

“I’m ready,” You say after a minute. “Okay, just follow my voice. It’s a trust exercise,” you can hear the smile in his voice as he leads you. “There’s like three steps, just take ‘em slow. Here’s the first one,” He says, stopping so you can get your footing. He leads you up the last two, “Before you take your blindfold off… just, I don’t know. J-just I don’t even know how to explain it,” He says, voice full of nervousness.

“Eds, I feel like I've been blindfolded for an hour. If this is another prank I will fucking kill you,” You threaten.

“Not a joke, promise,” He says, “Ready?”

“Been ready,” You answer. He takes your hand putting something cold in it and leaning over your shoulder to see the knot. You blink at the sudden light, trying to grab your bearings.

“W-what?” You asked confused. He’d placed a key in your hand, you were standing in front of a house.

“We always promised we’d move out together, it was time for me to bank it in,” He smiles.

“Wait, what?” You still couldn’t believe it. It had to be some sort of joke, he probably found this key on the floor.

“C’mon open the door,” He nods his head in the direction of the lock.

“You’re serious?” You ask, eyes wide in shock.

“As a heart attack. C’mon! I’ve been waiting for months to show you it,” He says, pressing you to open the lock. Your hands shake as you approach the door, the key surprisingly sliding in and turning. Oh no he wasn’t lying, this wasn’t an epic prank. You open the door to an empty living room, his hand guiding you inside.

“I haven’t picked out the furniture yet, thought you’d want to do it together,” He stammers, as you silently scan over the room. It was nice, the entrance opened to the living room, to the left was an open floor plan kitchen, and to the right a bedroom.

“T-together?” You stutter. You were speechless.

“I know how much you hate living at your folks home and you know we made that promise that we’d move out together when we had the money,” He says scratching the back of his neck. He was nervous at your lack of response, did you hate the house? Maybe he should have consulted you first.

“So you and me, living together?” You question, taking in every single detail.

“Yes, just you and me. Maybe Wayne but I doubt he’ll leave the trailer. He’ll finally have a bedroom again though,” He trails off.

“Holy shit, this is for real?” You ask again, walking around the living room toward the kitchen.

“Oh my god how many times do I have to say yes. Did I tie that blindfold too tight? Not enough oxygen in your brain” he chuckles at his joke. You jump into his arms, legs straddling his waist. You hold onto him like a monkey as he grabs your thighs.

“This is the best present ever! Holy shit, Eddie,” You say hugging him close.

“Least I can do for your long years of serving me loyally,” He laughs, walking deeper into the house. You slide down his body as he pulls you through, giving you the grand tour. The house had three bedrooms total, apparently he got an insane deal on the property. Someone from the shop got a huge opportunity in Indianapolis and was trying to get rid of it. They passed down the title to Eddie instead of going through a broker.

“Now this, I think may be your favorite part,” He says, pulling you toward the back door. Your hands entwined, which was not unusual for you both. He opens the door to a beautiful garden, the previous owners must’ve loved this place. It was full of flowers and fruit trees.

“There’s a perfect shady spot to read your books, we could put a table out there and have breakfast together,” He says.

“Holy shit Eddie, it’s perfect,” You say, pulling him in for another hug. He’s bent at an awkward angle to meet your height. Without thinking you peck him on the lips before letting him go and walking down the steps to the garden. You look back at him still frozen in that weird position.

“What’s wrong?” You ask oblivious to what you had just done.

“D-did you just kiss me?” He asks, running down the stairs to meet you halfway down the yard.

“T-that was-” You stutter, realizing what happened. He towers over you, hand tilting your face upward as he kisses you again.

“This okay?” he mumbles into your lips. You move your hands to his shoulders, nails digging into the skin. “Mhm,” You agree, trying to pull him closer. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip with a groan, his kisses becoming more desperate. You open your mouth inviting him in, his tongue mapping out your mouth as you moan. “F-fuck,” You breathe out as he pulls away, kissing down your neck. You’d never been touched like this by Eddie, his hands running all over you anguished for a piece of skin to grab onto. He leans his forehead against yours, as you both catch your breath, his hands under your shirt on your hips.

“W-what was that,” You stammer.

“Been wanting to do that since middle school,” His breath ghosts over your face as he leans back to look at you, skin flushed and chest rising rapidly.

“Since fourth grade,” You laugh, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him down to your level.

“That long?” He says incredulously.

“You were my first crush,” You admit, face flushing at the confession.

“You were mine!” He says, voice raising in astonishment.

“So we could’ve been doing that for fuckin’ years?” He says more to himself than you.

“Guess so,” You shrug your shoulders.

“No wonder everyone thought we were dating. You made the goo goo eyes at me I made the goo goo eyes at you,” He laughs.

“That was your fault! You always had an arm around my shoulder or were holding my hand. Anyone would’ve thought we were together!” You reply.

“As if you didn’t love it. Don’t think I didn’t see the way you look at me when I wear this shirt,” He teases.

“So you admit you did it on purpose?” You ask, smacking his chest.

“Course gotta make you all nervous,” He pecks you on the lips.

“Well don’t think I don’t notice all the times you stare at my boobs especially when I wear this,” You motion to your outfit.

“I fucking knew it! You’re a temptress y’know that?” He growls, pulling you in for another kiss.

“Anyway, I was always touching you because I didn’t want anyone hanging around my girl,” He mumbles at his admission, neck and cheeks flushed.

“Your girl?” You question, eyebrow raised.

“Always have been, always will be,” He reveals.

“You don’t know how many girls I had to fight off,” You chuckle.

“No way! I had to fight off half the town. You don’t even know how many fist fights I got into because of you,” he says.

“Girls are a lot more vicious. You know there was always a rumor going around about you,” You divulge.

“Oh yeah?” He motions for you to go on. “Always heard you had a big dick,” You reveal before hiding in his chest. You feel his chest vibrate as he laughs, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teases.

“Yes I would,” You say, gaining confidence. You look up at him, the way his chocolate brown eyes are swallowed by his pupils. He pulls you in for another kiss, this one faster and more aggressive, it almost felt primal.

“Finally!” Robin cheers from the door, Eddie groans at the sound. He forgot he called them while you were changing. Steve, Robin, and Nancy scramble down the stairs giving you both congratulations. Gareth, Jeff, and, Grant arriving a few minutes later. Eddie’s annoyance dies down when he sees your face loving the way you laugh around your friends. You spend the rest of the afternoon drinking and eating take out with them. Nancy had brought a board game, this felt like home. Having them all here, Eddie's arm wrapped around you as he kisses your temple. You were finally home.

Eddie was finally yours and you were finally his. All your internal struggles and insecurities paid off. You had won the big prize at the fair! You spend the night on a blow up mattress with Eddie, eventually popping it because he has no control. After years of waiting you both felt more than desperate, clawing at each other's clothes.

“Shit- shit shit! M’close,” You moan.

“Fuck me too!” his eyes roll to the back of his head, thrusting in and out at a brutal pace.

“Say you’re mine, wanna hear it,” He begs.

“M’yours, always yours,” You claw at his back. “Yes yes yes yes,” He rambles until you’re both seeing stars. He pulls out of you, pulling you to his sweaty chest.

“This has to be a dream,” He exhales, staring at the ceiling. You kiss his chest in response. It was all too real. Your dreams had become reality. You finally had Eddie in your arms. You were his and he was yours just like you both promised when you were children.

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justmeinadaze · 9 months ago

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Hi! I have this really REALLY angsty request that if you don’t want to do it okay, but since you’ve posted things with a similar theme I thought maybe you could write it.

So it’s similar to the pop star!reader x bodyguard!steddie, but this is just regular them Ig? So reader overdoses with some of Eddie’s stuff, and when the boys arrive, Eddie kinda gets flashbacks from when his mom overdosed. I’m just really a craver for angst, hurt, comfort fics

Thank you so much! I love your stuff!!🤍🤍

Steddie Asks/ Ko-Fi <3

Warning: Dark themes of drugs and overdosing, all three discuss an incident where the reader overdoses

The table is silent as you and your boyfriends pick at the food they had purchased after bringing you home from the hospital. Having grown accustomed to the balanced meal they provided, you were struggling to fully get through the heavy pasta in front of you.

You hated this; the weighted energy that hung in the air.

You would give anything to go back to how things used to be when you, Steve, and Eddie could just laugh and have fun but a line had been forever crossed. Trust broken in that one moment when you snuck into the metalhead’s things and found drugs that weren’t meant for you especially after you promised things were going to be different.

“I know! I’m sorry! I don’t mean to go overboard. Everything is just so overwhelming and it helps me…breathe. I promise, I’ll slow down. I’ll get clean, I swear.”

You meant it at the time and every time after when you talked yourself out of buying a new supply. But when you were fired from your job for seemingly no reason, you needed to numb your brain.

“Just one more.”, you had told yourself.

One more turned into another hit and then another…and another…until a couple of days later you woke up in an emergency room with your boyfriends clinging to your hands.

“Do you want me to make you something?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve barely touched your food. If you don’t want it I can make you something else.”, Steve explains as his eyes scan you over.

“Oh, um, no. I’m ok. I’m just not very hungry, I guess.” He nodded without saying another and you felt like you were going to explode. “How long are we going to do this?”

“Do what, honey?”

“Avoid the topic of what happened.”

“We don’t need to talk about that now.”, Eddie mumbled without even looking your way.

“I’d like to. I’d prefer it over this.” Neither man said anything as they continued to stare in front of them at their food. “Come on, guys. Yell, scream, throw things; I don’t fucking care just…talk to me.”

“Not right now.”, the metalhead repeated in a firmer tone.

“When then, Ed?”

“Whenever Eddie chooses it seems.”, the other boy sassed throwing you off guard slightly. You half expected any hostility to be directed towards you but the way Steve said that…he was angry at his friend as well.

“Well go on. Out with it, Harrington. You’ve been fucking passive aggressive since we got to the hospital. Just fucking get it out, man.”

“Oh, it’s ok now? Now you’ll fucking listen to me. You didn’t listen to me when I asked you not to keep any drugs in this fucking apartment!”

“I didn’t expect her to dig through my things!”

“She’s an addict, you fucking idiot!”

“HEY!”, you shouted as Eddie rose from his chair, knocking it down behind him. “I said talk, not be mean. This isn’t his fault.”

“No, you’re right. It’s both your faults. I asked him not to bring drugs here because you were trying to get better, Y/N, but you were still struggling. I saw it every day you came home! You were always one step away from fucking breaking but you never said anything! Why!? Why didn’t you talk to us or hell even a doctor?! I don’t fucking care!”

“I didn’t know how…”

“Oh, fucking bullshit!”

“Because I didn’t want to burden you two! That’s all I fucking am! You both have enough going on than to deal with me.”

“So, this was better? Us finding you on the fucking bedroom floor?!” At Steve’s words, Eddie crossed his arms as he hugged himself tightly; the memory of that day hitting them both. “Did you think when we found you barely breathing, we thought ‘Oh thank God. One less problem.’? Or when we watched EMS poke and prod your pale, sweaty skin that we were thankful you did this instead of coming to us? That we would be proud that you feel better numbing yourself with that shit than being open with the men you supposedly love?!”

In anger, he flipped the dining room table making you jump and stand as everything crashed to the ground. The former jock had been holding this in for weeks and now that the flood gates had been opened, he couldn’t stop them.

“I thought you were gonna die. You didn’t see what we saw, Y/N. All the color was gone from your face and you were so sticky with sweat…I’ll never forget that smell… You didn’t move or answer us. When EMS arrived, they were shouting a lot but the thing that stood out was ‘She’s not breathing.’”

Eddie’s own breathing stuttered and when you glanced his way you realized he was trying to control the tears that had begun to fall.

“They asked what you took but when we told them we didn’t know but we know your history and they suggested what it could have been, I knew from his face it was something Munson brought in. I almost fucking killed him, Y/N.”

“Steve—”

“No. I’m not exaggerating or anything like that. It took all of my energy to not beat the shit out of him right then and there.”

“You think I don’t do that already?”, the metalhead growled. “You think I don’t fucking beat myself for what happened?! I stopped dealing the moment we found out about her vices. I gave Rick back everything I had because I knew that temptation would be hard for her. He needed someone to hold onto his stuff for a couple of days because Rick expected his PO to make a surprise visit. Steve, I swear to God, I didn’t think she would… I trusted her…”

After drying his eyes, Eddie squared his shoulders towards you both.

“Maybe that was naive but she was getting better. That’s our problem, Harrington. I trust her too much and you don’t trust her at all!”

“I don’t and this is exactly the reason why!”

“I understand.” Your tiny voice cuts through their fury giving them pause. “When I get low like I did and the craving hits… it’s like being in a black hole I can’t crawl out of. I didn’t think about how my choice would affect either of you but especially Eddie. All I could think about was how I just needed the pain to stop. I am so fucking sorry. I-I-I understand if you want to take a break or some time away from me while I deal with this. I just—”

Steve cuts you off by stepping over the contents on the floor and yanking you to his chest.

“You’re doing it again, honey. You don’t have to face this alone. We’re here to help you every step of the way.”

“Just because we’re upset with you doesn’t mean we stopped loving you.”, Eddie added before wrapping his arm around you both. “I’m sorry, Steve. I really am.”

“I forgive you. It’s going to take some time but we can get this and become better together.”

“I love you both so much and I’m so sorry for scaring you. Even if it takes my whole life I’ll make it up to you.”, you pledge as your voice is slightly muffled by the chest in front of you.

“Baby, all we want is for you to be happy. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.” Nodding, you push your face into the metalhead’s warm embrace as Steve released the two of you to pick up the table and the mess he had made. “Y/N, you remind me a lot of my mother. You are beautiful, funny, and sweet almost to a fault but when we found you… you were unresponsive like her… My dad abandoned her long before she passed but I promise, sweetheart, we’ll be right here with you every step of the way. You’re not alone.”

After kissing your forehead, Eddie knelt down to help his friend and both boys exchange a small smile before you follow his decent to help to.

“Oh, Y/N, we got this—”

“Together, Steve. Any kind of chaos or situation life throws our way we handle it together.”

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forget-you-morelike-fuck-you · 2 years ago

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You Spin Me Right Around- E.M.

I know I'm already in the middle of a friends to lovers fic but I'm just so thirsty for it so here's another one.

You and Eddie play spin the bottle.

Masterlist

TW- Cursing, innuendo, drinking, smoking (lmk if I missed anything!)

Pairings- Eddie X Reader

Word Count- 2,248

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Eddie didn’t want to go to the party with you. He thought it would be lame, and it probably would be, but what else is there to do on a Friday night in the middle of butt fuck nowhere Indiana? You’ve gotta take what entertainment you get.

Of course, Eddie suggested you hang out at his place and roll up a couple fat joints, but you had an antsy “need to get out of the house” feeling that had you pleading to go to Steve’s party. You had heard about it from a couple girls in math class earlier that day. “Come on, Eds! We’ll have a good time! You know Steve’s parents always have good booze!” Finally, after giving your best puppy dog eyes, lip stuck out to boot, he relented. You wiggled with glee and hugged your best friend tight, going off to your bedroom to find something cute to wear while he sat and watched reruns of “I Love Lucy” on the television.

When you came down the stairs in a black halter top and daisy dukes, your makeup and hair done to perfection, Eddie felt his heart—and his pants—stir. He had come to the conclusion that he was absolutely obsessed with you about .051 seconds after he first laid eyes on you, and what luck he had that you had taken interest in him, adopting him as your new best friend on the first day of his third senior year. You pulled him up from the couch, not even noticing his eyes wandering a little too far south to be friendly, and dragged him out of the house to your beat-up Ford to drive over to Steve’s party.

When you pull up, the house is crawling with drunk teens and twenty somethings. Eddie fidgets with his rings anxiously as you pull him by the hand into the house, all smiles. Sure, Eddie and Steve are buddies now, sharing coparenting duties to the kids, but it’s not like the rest of the town really likes him. He’s still the Freak. You never seemed to remember that little detail. Probably because you never saw him that way. Why would others not see the amazing, talented, kind, funny person you did?

You go to hug Nancy and Robin as you see them, letting go of Eddie’s hand to do so. His eyes drift around the room, trying to find someone to talk to in case you go off into your own little world without him, but after a few moments, he feels your soft fingers closing around his again, and he turns his head to see you back at his side. “You don’t wanna hang out with your friends?” He asks. Your brow knits together, making a face.

“You’re my best friend. I brought you here so we could have fun together,” His heart melts a little as you give him that million-watt smile you’re so famous for before squeezing his hand and leading him to the kitchen to get some drinks. You see Steve there, and the three of you have a chat over a cup of hooch, then another. Eddie tries to take it easy on the drinks, seeing your cheeks flush with warmth as the alcohol starts to take effect. Eddie knows how much of a lightweight you are, and so he always makes a deal with himself to stay coherent enough to take care of you if you need it. Of course, you don’t mean to ever go overboard at parties. It’s just that once you start feeling good, you want to keep feeling good. And he just wants to make sure you stay safe, that’s all.

Eddie starts feeling antsy with all of the people milling around the house. He can feel the stares of disgust on the back of his head, and while he never shows it, sometimes it feels like spiders crawling all over him. He leans down as you laugh at one of Steve’s jokes to murmur in your ear, “I’m gonna go outside. Need to take a smoke break,” He lets go of your hand, and you throw a fuzzy “’Kay!” Over your shoulder as he walks toward the back door.

Of course, the backyard isn’t quiet either. It’s crawling with people in their underwear, dripping wet from jumping in the pool. There are couples making out on the lawn chairs, pressed up against trees, or laying down in the grass, and Eddie rolls his eyes as he tries to find a somewhat secluded spot to light up his joint. When he does, he takes a long, slow drag, letting the dank smoke fill his lungs before he blows it out, sputtering a cough upon feeling the burn. Of course, Eddie brought extra in case he runs into anyone looking to score. It’s part of the reason he agreed to come. So, as he smokes, he gets a few people coming up to buy some pre-rolls, and he makes a good $25 just standing there. As he’s about to flick the remainder of the joint away, he sees you bounding outside, calling for him.

“Eddie! Eddie, where are you?” He waves his arms above his head as you scan your eyes across the backyard until you see him.

“Over here, sweets!” You beam brightly as you make your way to him, watching where you step so you don’t slip into the pool. You notice the short remnant of the joint and make a joyful noise.

“Can I hit that before you put it out?” He smiles as he hands it to you, noticing you’re much tipsier now than when he left you in the kitchen. You take a long drag, then a short one, your fingers no doubt getting warm as the cherry nears the very end of the paper, before dropping it and squishing it under your shoe. “Hey,” you say, catching Eddie’s attention again. “Some of us are gonna play spin the bottle. You want in?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him playfully.

“I don’t know, Y/N...” Eddie begins, his hand going to wipe some sweat off the back of his neck in the humid summer air. “I don’t think I’d wanna kiss any of the people here.” When you give that pout again, he knows he’s done for.

“Not even me?” You pucker your lips and make kissy sounds at him before laughing, and while his brain is shouting, You’re the exception! I’d kiss you anytime, anywhere... He simply rolls his eyes with a lazy smile.

“Alright, alright. I’ll play. Lead the way, beautiful,” He offers his hand to you, and you take it, leading him back into the house and to the living room, where a smallish circle of people has formed on the floor.

“Hey, guys!” Steve greets you, his eyes glassy. “Come on in and let’s get this party started!” People scooch over to accommodate you and Eddie, and you sit cross-legged on the plush carpet. You look over to Nancy, who sits on the couch with an amused smile on her face, sipping from her beer bottle.

“Aw, Nance, are you not gonna play?” She shakes her head enthusiastically, giving a scoff.

“God, no. This smells like disaster to me. I’m fine spectating.” You make a noise of feigned annoyance before turning back to the circle, your hand still holding Eddie’s. He’s used to the feeling of your hand in his after all these months of being so close, but sometimes he gets a jolt of realization that yours isn’t his hand to hold. And these realizations usually come when he’s high and stuck in his own thoughts, like now. He shakes it off, though, just wanting to see you have fun.

“Okay, I’ll go first,” Steve offers himself up to the empty beer bottle as he leans forward to spin it. Around and around it goes until it rolls to a stop, the neck pointing toward a girl from Eddie’s geography class. Midge, maybe? He doesn’t make a habit of remembering names that aren’t important to him, like Eddie Van Halen, John Bon Jovi, Y/N L/N...

The kiss is brief, everyone whooping and laughing as “maybe Midge” blushes, reaching forward toward the bottle for her turn. It goes on like this for a while, until sometime the bottleneck points toward you. Eddie’s suddenly paying very close attention. While he knows you’ve had boyfriends before, he’s never seen you kiss anyone. The thought makes him intolerably jealous, but also a bit curious. He watches quietly as you let go of his hand to lean across the circle, toward some guy Eddie doesn’t think either of you even know. The guy lets his hand cup your face as you come closer, and you give him a drunken, flirtatious smile as your lips meet his. It quickly becomes Eddie’s worst nightmare as he sees it isn’t just a peck. It’s open mouthed and hot. He can see your tongue go to caress the guy’s, and everyone’s cheering as you finally part, laughing as you sit back on your heels. A couple of other guys even slap the guy you kissed on his back, celebrating his luck in being awarded the privilege to kiss you.

Now, it’s your turn to spin the bottle, which means Eddie will have to go through that torture of watching you kiss someone again. He almost closes his eyes as the bottle slows to a stop, but before he does, he sees the open top to the bottle pointed directly at him.

Suddenly, his eyes go wide as saucers, mouth quirking down a bit in shock as he whips his head to look at you. You wear a similar look, secretly not believing that what you had been wishing for the entire time the bottle spun was actually happening. You look at Eddie, who you think looks almost displeased at the thought of kissing you, and so you lean forward to mutter to him, “You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want...” Your eyes flick downward, trying to hide your disappointment. Unfortunately, though, the drunkenness and the light high buzzing through your body don’t do you any favors. Of course, though, Eddie would never let you down.

“No, no! I- I want to,” Your eyes lift back to his face, hope filling your chest cavity. He’s shocked that he had the sudden burst of courage to say the words, but how could he not when you looked so sad?

“You do?” You ask, heart quickening in your chest. Eddie nods, his hand coming to meet your cheek. You press your face into his palm, relishing in the warm, rough touch of his hand.

“Of course, I do.” A small smile forms on his lips, your eyes searching his for any doubt.

Once you’re satisfied, your lashes flutter sweetly. “Well, what are you waiting for, then?” You breathe. Eddie lets out a breathy laugh as you start leaning toward him, eyes fluttering closed as your lips meet. It’s like the world fades away as he explores this new feeling. Your plush lips feel like heaven against his, and he can’t help but bring his hand to your waist as he opens the kiss, his tongue seeking yours. Your hands find the lapel of his vest and you pull him even closer, tilting your head to the side so you can get better access to his mouth.

“Fucking, finally,” You hear Nancy from her spot on the couch. It makes you smile, as you were thinking the exact same thing.

When you part, the room shouts for you and Eddie, whooping and cheering like it was the best kiss they’ve ever seen. “I take it you guys are out, now?” Steve laughs. Eddie’s eyes are still glued on your lips, already missing the feeling of them as his eyes darken with more than a few thoughts on how much he’d rather have you anywhere but here right now.

“Yeah, we’re out,” Eddie practically hoists you off the ground as you laugh, clinging to his arm as you make your way out of the party, the sounds of cheers following you onto the lawn. Eddie presses you up against the door of your car, and you let out a gasp, feeling his fingers brush a few hairs from your face.

“What do you wanna do now?” You breathe. Eddie doesn’t say anything, just dips his head down to yours, his hand tilting your face up as he captures you in another breathtaking kiss. Your arms wrap around his back, pulling him closer, mouths moving together like two puzzle pieces finding their way to their perfect match. It takes a moment for you to open your eyes as he pulls away gently, wanting to remember every single sensation.

“I wanna take you home and do that until we fall asleep. Sound good to you?” Eddie murmurs, his forehead resting against yours. You bite your lip, nodding as a smile blossoms on your face.

“Yeah, yeah... That sounds like a good plan.” You laugh together for a moment before you kiss again, shorter and sweeter this time than the last two. Eddie opens the passenger door for you, and you hand him your key as he walks around to the driver’s side. He tears out of the driveway, speeding down street after street, his hand in yours. There’s no way he’s ever gonna let you kiss anyone else ever again.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader fluff #friends to lovers #eddie the freak munson #eddie #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut

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thelikesofus · 1 year ago

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Gonna start us off early cos it is 1am on Wednesday for me and I have to work all day but want to share. Here's a nice long snippet because it has been so long since I fed y'all xx

“Please, he’s my brother.” She begs as Evan finally reaches the lip of the gunwale and tries to pull himself over. “And this is my ship.” The man has his back turned as Evan drags himself over onto the deck, his arms and legs jelly-ish from the climb. “I promised passage for one person and that is only because I owed Chimney a favor and he argued your case incessantly.” Buck lands on the deck with a thump and suddenly all eyes are on him. When he manages to pull himself to his feet he finds himself faced with a small circle of people, pirates. Most of them are watching him curiously but the man directly in front of him looks about ready to throw him back overboard. “Ah-, He-hello.” Evan waves meekly. Chimney rolls his eyes and the man before him—presumably the Captain—frowns deeper. From the horror stories and folk tales Evan has heard about pirates, Evan was expecting a black cocked hat complete with skull and crossbones and a parrot on his shoulder but the Captain appears to be just a man. A man with a dark, full beard and deep brown eyes. He is all parts stern, with hard lines and sharp cheekbones, and a scowl that could curdle milk. A scowl he keeps flicking between Chimney and Evan in rapid succession. If Maddie wasn’t here Evan would willingly offer to throw himself overboard just to end this standoff, Chimney however just looks frustrated if not a little bemused by his Captain’s refusal. “No.” The Captain says firmly. Chimney pipes in again. “Eddie, come on. He’s a little scrawny, yeah. But we could fatten him up, make him useful.” Evan wants to protest, defend his honor maybe—he’s lanky, not scrawny—but the Captain is still glaring and the ocean behind him is cold and dark. “I said no.” The Captain repeats.

Tagging all the mutuals I can think of and anyone else who wants to share, please tag me in yours and have a wonderful Wednesday MWAH MWAH 💕😘

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#fic: the sea speaks #buddie #buddie fic #buddie pirate au #meegs writes stuff #wip wednesday #911 #eddie diaz #evan 'buck' buckley

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munsons-maiden · 3 years ago

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𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Do NOT spam-like without reblogging, please. It will get you blocked.

𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

▹ 𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐨 (𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟)

You’d been pretty sure Eddie Munson didn’t reciprocate your feelings - until the Upside Down gets you, and Eddie gets to prove that he might be brave after all. (Takes place during episode 7 when they’re at Lover’s Lake)

▹ 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 (𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟)

Eddie introduces you to Black Sabbath - and who could've guessed Heavy Metal could be that romantic?

▹ 𝐂𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 (𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

Requested: Fighting with Eddie trying to wrestle his vest from his grip cuz you're doing the laundry and that thing really needs washed but he doesn't wanna lose the 'mosh pit smell'

▹ 𝐀 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭)

With the love of your life dead in your arms and your heart shattered to pieces, you’re ready to make that deal with God and swap places. Everything to bring Eddie back. But the only God in this dark place, frozen in time and filled with monsters, is not a benevolent one. And when you agree to his deal to play the game of gods and monsters and bring Eddie back, you know you it might be a losing game. You heard that story before - and it never has a happy ending. Now it’s on you to trick the fates and rewrite Eddie’s stars.

▹ 𝐀 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐧𝐃 & 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟)

While you’ve been cancelling dates to secretly learn D&D and surprise Eddie, the worried little voice in Eddie’s mind starts coming up with its very own reasons for why you might be avoiding him. It’s a good thing that not all misunderstandings end in disaster.

▹ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭)

It’s been two weeks since you and Eddie decided to stop sneaking around and start behaving like every other couple at Hawkins High. Only that you’re not. And after overhearing a group of cheerleaders’ especially cruel gossip about your relationship, Eddie’s insecurities, nourished by all those years of bullying, hit home despite all of his attempts not to let people’s vile words get to him. This time though...he feels like they might be right. Because why would a girl like you ever fall for a guy like him? And when Eddie realizes he made a mistake...he can only hope it’s not too late to fix what he broke.

▹ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭)

Eddie doesn’t have much experience in bedroom activities, but since he wants to pleasure you as best as he can, he begrudgingly throws his pride overboard and seeks advice with Steve The Hair Harrington himself.

▹ 𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠)

Based on this request: could i request maybe eddie brings reader to a deal but wants her to stay in the van so she’s safe but the people he’s dealing to see her because she walked out to tell eddie something and it doesn’t go so well. and after the situation eddie and her argue but eddie’s upset and just what’s to protect her but ofc it ends well

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

▹ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭) - 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝

THEN. You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your world upside down.

NOW. Four months have passed since the winter night you walked out of Eddie’s trailer and his life for good. But when the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something wicked stirs in sleepy Hawkins, starting a witch hunt against Eddie, you realize that there are two things in this world that might be more persistent than you’d thought: Evil...and love.

The story will be told in two timelines: the past (after the Battle of Starcourt) and the present (during the events of season 4) Access the series masterlist or read here:

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things eddie #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4

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luvamps · 3 years ago

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Friday i’m in Love

eddie munson x goth!witch!reader

also this gif of him reminds me of the cure’s greatest hits album cover

a/n: ermmmm couldn’t get this idea out of my head and i admit it’s completely self indulgent bcuz i love eddie and i am both a witch and a goth n i haven’t seen this anywhere and YEA had to do it

warnings: none, but this isn’t a serious fic meaning my punctuation is terrible , nothing is edited and is really just a bunch of word vomit from my brain lol

also i just wanna say that usually when i write for reader inserts they’re almost always for poc readers but while writing this i had caribbean and latinx readers in mind. nothing is specified so it’s pretty open but just wanted to put that out there!

words: 1509 kinda went overboard for a hc but i luv him so shut up

newhosies enjoy <3

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okay so you’re a kinda new student at hawkins high

you have friends not super close but they’re a group of goth kids that you gravitated towards n they had zero problem taking you in

and although you’re all goths,,, somehow the new kid ,, you ,, have now been labeled the witch of hawkins

why ?

well .

walking down the hallways of hawkins trying to find your class proved easy enough of a gateway for two jocks to make their way towards you

long black flowy skirt , lived in black long sleeve blouse with rips here n there ,, down played with worn dirty converse

easy target i suppose

“hey, y/n right ?”

looking up from the schedule to the unknown jock smiling a little too smug for just a regular greeting

anyways they’re trying to be subtly insulting but everything they throw at you that’s supposed to be an insult is kinda flattering

“death himself” “wednesday addams” “satan's girlfriend”

and “witch”

n to be honest ,, you giggle cuz they’re not wrong

your family comes from a long line of practitioners and it’s something you take great pride in

you don’t necessarily flaunt it,, but your little group knows

“hey y/n ! read my cards i needa know how this dates gonna go,” “you think you can hex my dad ? maybe cut a few years offa him?”

they took your practice serious, but since this was a pretty new concept to them outside of horror movies and fictitious books they never fully understood it

anyways one day while being harassed by these same couple of jocks whose names you’d learned for a little joke you’d been waiting to pull

mr eddie “the freak” munson happens to be passing by

and you knew him,, well of him + his reputation ,, had a few classes with him too

but honestly you never cared

you stayed in your circle and never ventured further than that

and eddie knew you

he knew you kinda had the same wrap as him

it was hard to not hear about this new “witch of hawkins”

and he never understood the nickname bcuz like ??? there were other goths what made you so scary

until that day

so he’s passing by while the jocks have you cornered

and eddie kinda slows down once he picks up pieces of the conversation

at first it’s just them picking at your make up, jewelry and clothes

and then he sees you digging around in your pocket for something

his attention is fully grabbed when he sees you pull out a small worn voodoo doll that looks vaguely like .. the man standing in front of you

then you finally speak up

“did you know, all I need is your last name, this doll and one strand of hair for me to fully curse your bloodline?”

and then your harassers straighten up a bit and scoff

“yea, sure, as if i’d believe that bullshit”

and then you speak again “well carver you’re in luck cause i’ve been looking for another test dummy”

and then what really does it for munson

is when you start speaking a different language, slow and deep

this is what scares off the two boys in front of you and they start to scurry away

not without a “what the fuck! you are a witch!”

you roll your eyes and scoff then mutter to yourself

“dumbasses wouldn’t know the difference between voodoo and witchcraft if it was taught to them as an actual class”

and you start to head in the direction of the class you’re way too late for

when you’re stopped again

with a sharp sigh you consider ditching this class altogether to have a smoke instead of showing up with only 20 minutes left

you turn around and come face to face with “the freak” himself

smiling widely with stars in his eyes

“Can I help you ?”

and the first thing that comes out his mouth is

“i think you might’ve put a spell on me too sweetheart”

from then on the rest is history

—

eddie’s nickname for you might be sweetheart but you can attest that the name fits him 100x more than it fit you

he’s so sweet to you

he’s loving and funny and caring and and and and

super flirty

“my girlfriend would be so jealous of how hot you are”

“eddie i am your girlfriend”

“god don’t i know it”

never said he was a good flirt

eddie might be a metalhead and you a goth but he thinks it’s a match made in hell

you’ve given him a couple of recommendations from bauhaus to the cure to depeche mode

and while eddie loves his loud thrash metal, he finds himself drawn to the dark , eerie yet enchanting sounds of your favorite bands.

he’s also given you band recs ! but you won’t let him know that his recommendations are bands you’ve already known and loved.

metallica, megadeth and black sabbath as well as other metal bands were household favorites for your family but the way eddie lights up when talking about their new songs or how that riff is totally something he could nail

you can’t bring yourself to tell him

he doesn’t completely understand your practice as a witch but he’d never disrespect it

“babe so, like, can you talk to ghosts and stuff then?”

you’re always trying to read his cards

you just wanna make sure he’s fully equipped with knowing how to deal with upcoming situations !

oh and eddie loves your makeup

sometimes you go full trad makeup

but sometimes you’re lazy and you just go black eyeliner and some black lipstick

regardless of the look for the day eddie can’t stop admiring you

your outfits are so much cooler than he’ll ever be and they just make you look so much prettier

you guys now become a “cult couple”

you frequent hellfire every now and then and it makes you giggle to watch how animated he is as DM

the kids all know you and were admittedly a little intimidated of you at first

yea eddie’s known as a cult leader but he wears ripped jeans and a denim jacket

you’re always drenched in black fabric exaggerated makeup and have a certain aura to you

“eddie she looks like she talks to crows in a graveyard!” dustin had voiced his opinion when eddie had mentioned her coming to sit in one day

“is she actually a witch ??? because if i accidentally upset her and get hexed i’m blaming you,”

safe to say once they got used to you they liked having you around

your cynical personality made watching you and eddie converse quite entertaining.

empty threats to hex people were also quite fun and something eddie took advantage of

“dude i’m so getting y/n to curse you,”

also !!! your friends think he’s the funniest

at first they’re like “no way you’re going out with munson”

but one day you have him sit with you and he has the whole table laughing

they love having him around so you guys switch off on friend groups

making each other mixtapes !!!!

he puts bands you actually don’t know on it and you’re super shocked like wow wtf this is so good i didn’t know these people existed

and your mixtape to him is like goth love songs bcuz you’re in love and cheesy and ewwww

he thinks you’re the most romantic person alive even though you have trouble voicing your emotions

you’re definitely a gift giver/ acts of service type of lover

so when he listens to the mixtape you’ve made him he really listens to the lyrics in each song and he’s just heart eyes and butterflies

so in love with you dude idk

gets you a black cat as a birthday gift but it’s really just a stray kitten he found that reminded him of you

obviously you love it because you’ve always wanted a familiar but cats are weirdly pricey

you guys brainstorm names together and finally decide on something that fits all of you

lucifur

get it

no ? just me ?

anyways it’s a play on the reputation you both have at school,, eddie thought of it and it made you laugh so you had to keep it

you call the kitty luci for short after finding out she’s a girl

you and eddie are both constantly at your house or his trailer,, your house when he wants to see luci and watch movies on a giant (but not really) TV with you

his trailer when you want *alone time* away from your parents

wherever you’re at though neither of you care as long as you’re wrapped up with each other with some weed and snacks

you guys are super in love im jealous

he says he loves you first btw

you say it a couple days after and everything is just so warm and love filled idk how to explain it

newhosies yea super in love rock couple who scare kids in public with just their presence mwah love it.

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x poc reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x goth reader #eddie munson x witch reader

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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 years ago

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Like You, Like Me (Steddie Halloween)

I am swamped by writing and drawing challenges, but in honor of October starting I just have to share this Halloween ficlet because this is all my brain can produce nowadays. I am this close to writing this as a fanfic. Hell, I probably will. Bye, free time.

The kids want Steve and Eddie to throw a Halloween party in their home (yes, they've moved together and Steve finally escapes his parents AND the wallpaper), he goes completely overboard with preparations and ropes Eddie into it. Eddie grumbles a lot about "needy and spoiled shitheads", but hanging those stupid paper decorations apparently comes with music choice privileges, so he also gets pretty immersed in it. They're about the same height, but it gives Eddie the ammo he needed to claim he's the taller one since Steve obviously can't hang them on his own. Steve slaps him with a carton witch.

They cut out the weirdest decoration shapes ("That's not a bat, Eddie!" "It is if you squint hard enough. Maybe a demobat?" "I don't want those things anywhere near you or me in the nearest millennium, Munson").

They attempt to bake some cookie and muffins because they know everyone will start whining about being hungry in 2 hours tops and the mountain of food they bought will disappear before one can say "Dustybun". The neglected rich kid and the trailer trash kid join hands in the best effort to do...something. Eddie pours all his restless energy into mixing the batter (he keeps muttering "die, you floaty fucker!" to the stubborn blob of flour that refuses to dissolve while drops of batter splash everywhere around and Steve yells "DUDE, NOT IN THE HAIR!").

They teenage-proof their flat, because there will be pumpkin carving and there is likely to be a) mess, b) teenagers with knives, thank god Robin, Nancy and Jonathan are coming over as well. 5 adults supervising 6 kids should hopefully be enough. Probably not. Eddie remarks he wouldn't trust the little Wheeler with tweezers, not to mention a knife, and Steve just sighs "don't I know it."

They get so caught up in the preparations that it's the day of the party and they don't have costumes. Steve just wants to have everyone to have a good time, so of course he doesn't think about himself. Eddie just follows his lead because it's so nice to see Steve passionate about something. But when Dustin arrives 30 minutes early (in a costume that does his curly hair and happy smile justice, he excitedly explains to Steve that he's Bilbo from the Hobbit, he might be too young and his feet are freezing, but who cares, he looks awesome!), he seems a bit disappointed that they didn't prepare any costumes. And Steve's face drops very slightly, but Eddie can notice because he knows how important Dustin's approval is to Steve. He leaves Dustin in charge (of nothing significant, it's just to keep him occupied) and drags Steve off to their bedroom. He whispers to Dustin to make a quick phone call to Lucas.

When the rest of the guests arrive, they are greeted with a beautifully decorated flat, delicious food and...this. This being Steve dressed in Eddie's clothes, all torn jeans (maybe a bit too tight on him and Eddie will explore that thought later in the evening), a band t-shirt, rings and Eddie's battle vest, his hair styled to be a bit more wavy. Eddie's unruly curls are combed down for once, into a very preppy ponytail. He is wearing Steve's polo and jeans and somehow he even got a marker to imitate his boyfriend's moles. And before anyone can remark that's a very lazy costume idea, Eddie greets them in the doorway.

"Welcome to the Harrington-Munson household and vice versa! Lucas, do you have what I asked for?"

Lucas gives him a weird look, but tosses him the basketball he brought. "Yeah, man. I don't get why, but there you go."

"Wonderful" purrs Eddie and grabs the ball, slotting it against his side. "Now I'm the perfect Steve Harrington. With the perfect hair, this perfectly ironed polo shirt. I am very ready to bounce this ball against the ground as one does when playing the basket game and score a basket. Unfortunately," he adds and puts hands on his hips, perfectly mimicking Steve's I'm your mom posture, "I must have misplaced my high school shorts somewhere, which is a damn shame, I tell you MUNSON."

Steve just snickers and fidgets with the rings. "Oh shut up, Harrington, order is for fools, an intelligent person can handle chaos." Eddie is pretty sure he had an easier way to say this, but Steve paraphrases and Nancy snorts in laughter when Steve pretends to pick a strand of hair from his mouth. "Now move along with your laundry basket game friend. I'm deep in conversation with Dustin here about the board game I totally know so much about. He has been telling me about a palettin-"

"-paladin!"

"-that has been so heroic in our most recent play session-"

"-campaign!"

"-that I just have to say he's very metal, man. Did he bite anything, Dustin?"

Dustin's brow furrows. "Um. I guess his mount bit an enemy that was trying to sneak past us, but-"

Steve waves him off. "Yeah, so his mighty steed-" he pronounces very stiffly and Max thunks her head into the door, "is very Ozzy, I tell you. You wouldn't get it Steve. He's in a really cool band, Ozzy is. He's the real music."

Eddie has hard time keeping straight face and Lucas nudges him. "Okay, we get it. Let us in. And if you want to copy Steve's mother vibe, you should frown more."

"HEY! I smile! I mean. Harrington does," interjects Steve.

Max slings her arm around Lucas's waist. "You should also call us shitheads. That's his chosen term of endearment."

Eddie manages to scrunch his eyebrows together, but the grin doesn't go away. "Oh yeah, thanks for that, little shithead, very helpful. Care to help Eddie be a bit more Eddie too since he's too caught up in trying to remember the name Black Sabbath - I swear to god, love, it's literally on the poster over our bed! - to act like himself."

"You should jump on furniture!" Mike points out and the rest of the kids nod in agreement. "Eddie does that a lot."

"Is that the main thing you notice about me?! I mean, him?" Eddie asks, bewildered. "Okay, you know what, I don't care. In you go, shitheads. And the rest," he nods at their adult friends. When he's ushered them all inside, he closes the door and beams at Steve, pecking him on the lips. "I like you in my clothes."

Steve laughs and returns the kiss. "You're just saying that because I mentioned Ozzy. I do remember Black Sabbath, by the way. Let's go, Harrington, we have guests to entertain."

And so they do.

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skinks · 4 years ago

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So we know there’s homophobic graffiti about Richie in the girls’ bathrooms at school. At least. It’s not much of a stretch to imagine it was elsewhere; written on paper airplanes, scratched into desks, even scrawled on his locker.

Beverly would scribble out the one in the girls’ bathrooms, I’m sure. She might even tell Ben or Eddie about it, and that would give Eddie an idea - Eddie, the walking embodiment of the totally uninformed “well actually” response. It’s not like Eddie thinks he’s that much of a smarty-pants (he gets his facts muddled sometimes, he’s not like Stan) it’s just that whenever a topic arises he feels he can contribute to, he can go a little overboard.

This is because most topics Eddie’s familiar with are the ones that stress him out, and the nervous rambling calms him down. It’s out there and expunged for the others to pick at and argue with. It’s like letting air from a balloon instead of waiting for the needle to burst it.

The point is, there’s another topic on which Eddie’s a true expert (insofar as someone can be an expert on the completely bewildering) and that topic is Richie Tozier.

So, Eddie feels this need to set the record straight. Funny choice of word, that - straight. He doesn’t - Eddie doesn’t know about that stuff, about straight and the other things that kids cough into their fists when Eddie and Richie walk to shop class together, even though they’re never even doing anything. Seems all it takes is just... existing. Getting in the way.

Eddie thought straight meant doing what Nancy Reagan says on TV, Going Straight, Just Saying No to Drugs, but then, Eddie can barely remember a day in his life he hasn’t swallowed some kinda pill. It’s hard to say no when you need ‘em. Even when you know they’re bullshit or they’re bad for you or they could get you killed in a town like Derry.

It’s hard to go straight when you like ‘em.

Eddie may need a helping hand to know bullshit when he sees it (a consequence of growing up with Richie Tozier, when bullshit and truth are tied up so close together like captives on a railway line, you forget the difference even matters that much if it’s all to make you laugh regardless) but once Eddie knows bullshit, he never forgets. These things they say about Richie and Bev and Mike and all of them, they’re bullshit, if only for how they make Richie’s shoulders jerk up to his ears like his spine broke. For how he’s always surly and cracks meaner jokes in the clubhouse afterwards, as if he thinks being worse than the bullies will make things better. It doesn’t. It’s bullshit, but Eddie’s not allowed to throw rocks in school, so.

He uncaps his pen. Not with his teeth. He’s afraid of the ink leaching poison in between his tastebuds like an oil slick through cobblestones, though the cap is still a chewed victim to Eddie’s ongoing feud with the quadratic formula. This is his second correction of the day, concealed by the lockers in the bustle of third period changeover. His first was actually in math that morning, the need presenting itself when Eddie had knocked his protractor off the edge of his desk and seen what was written on the wooden underside when he shuffled and scrunched down to retrieve it.

richie tozier is a dirty fag

He’d hunched there, tense and staring. His fingers found the hard edge of his protractor as he looked at the black little missive in the wood, nestled angrily between two gray lumps of chewed gum like a spider. Teeth marks in the gum and Eddie hadn’t even cared, because a hot spout of anger had flushed through his entire body. They didn’t know shit. They didn’t know shit. Eddie might let himself wonder in the dead of night what it means that his mother hates Richie more than all the rest and calls him dirty, like she calls Bev dirty. He leans up against the notion and hears something telling, like sitting against a wall and hearing mice scrabble secretly inside. But his anger was really at the crime of these assholes thinking they have the right to say anything at all about Richie Tozier, like they know him.

Like Eddie knows him. He’d groped around for his up-above pen and done it quickly, so hot in his chest he’d almost whimpered, almost cried. The wood gave a hollow rasp of a laugh as he scraped with his ballpoint at a funny angle, until Mr. Warwick had asked if Mr. Kaspbrak planned on joining them any time soon. Eddie emerged with his pen and protractor clutched like the angel Michael’s sword, his face red from the blood hung there, upside-down. Truth matters more, Eddie knows that better than most.

Now he braces his forearm to the cold metal of Richie’s locker, hiding his work. This is the right answer. Let them all copy if they like, once he’s done. His chin crumples and his lower lip begins trembling when he thinks of Richie’s expression when he saw this one. It was yesterday, but Mr. Gray the janitor hasn’t cleaned it off yet.

ritchie tozer has aids, it says.

He scribbles it out. Eddie’s jaw quakes remembering Richie’s face, and so he clenches his teeth, bites down like he would do to his inhaler and pretends it helps. Bite on this, Eds, Richie would say sometimes, holding the aspirator steady. Eddie pretends any of this helps, just like he pretends the stinging in his eyes is because of the jabbing stench of the marker.

Squeak, squeak. The marker, those mice again, chewing holes through Eddie’s frightened fabrications to let the truth shine through.

Richie Tozier made me laugh so hard I snorted a booger into my coke, bold on metal.

Richie Tozier eats sandwiches with no filling just butter, under a desk by the window in room MA3. They might never find it there, scratched into wood like people do to the Kissing Bridge. It makes Eddie’s chest hurt in a funny way, to imagine coming back for some school reunion to see that again, when they’re old. No track trophy or academic legacy to denote Eddie Kaspbrak’s time at Derry Middle, just one lone shout in the darkness. Beep beep motherfuckers, you let him go. Anyway, Eddie thinks maybe it’s not so bad to be defined in the end by the effect you had on those you love.

Richie Tozier’s hot, riding three small hearts on the grubby side of a second storey girls’ bathroom stall. Beverly told him about it, then laughed at something, clapped her hand to Eddie’s tense shoulder with a jolt.

It’s just to cover up the bad stuff, Ed, she said. The words don’t really matter at all.

Someone knocks past Eddie’s backpack, jostles him forward. He rests his hot forehead to his arm as he finishes things up, hot with anger, hot with pride, hot with something else like fever that wants to be as brave as Bev, as eloquent as Bill, as big-hearted as Ben and write—the truth.

He can’t. Richie Tozier made me laugh so hard I snorted a booger into my coke is still true, after all. Nobody else ever makes Eddie laugh that hard.

Further down the hall and unbeknownst to Eddie, Richie squeezes his backpack straps until his hands shake. He stumbles back to lean against the wall, and watches.

#reddie #ficlet #long post #cant do readmores on mobile sorry!!#tw: homophobia #f slur

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dammit-neal · 4 years ago

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First off, you're an amazing person w/ gr8 blog. Second of all, I hope you don't mind me saying it? If it's weird or creepy, please, disregard. Don't want to make you uncomfortable. Third of all, I came to your tumblr from ao3 and specifically the pirate fic and ma'am (sir? Neither? Wanted to use honorific and "my kind dude tends to not be *that* universal, sadly). It. ROCKS. If by any chance you feel like continuing it, I'd be forever in debt. Also hope you don't mind reviews via anon tumblr? ♥

ANON!! My answer to this ask is so long overdue I literally have no words. When I first recieved this ask in my box I was warmed through--thank you so much for your kind words! I determined to myself I would NOT send an empty response, would only publish this with the chapter in hand!! And then life picked up like crazy and I never seemed to have a spare BREATH to sit down and write this AU well enough that it would be worth reading. AND NOW I FAINLLY HAVE IT!!! Two more chapters for ya, I really hope you enjoy!!

P.S. Also, I refuse to be called ANYTHING except My Kind Dude from now on, that is the best address ever!

The Damned Disgrace--Buddie Pirate AU, Chapter 2

"Dios mio, you're useless."

Buck looked up from where he'd been struggling to swab the deck and met the glare of Captain Nash's angry first mate--Diaz, and sighed. He'd already been on the ship a fortnight, and while Chimney had fit right in, used to hard work and quickly picking up the vernacular of the other pirates, Buck stuck out like a sore thumb. He wasn't used to manual labor, having spent his life behind books and papers, and had no instinct for it. He tried, oh did he try so hard, but his clumsy hands struggled to complete work that someone else had to repeat later to make sure it was done right. And the pirates who didn't ignore him were usually laughing at him. What few acquaintances he'd made in his past life had been in academic circles. These men had no patience for or interest in unusual trivia about far away lands, or wonderings about what the world would be like if mankind lived under the water and fish lived on land.

Buck was red with sunburn, blistered all over--on his back, his forearms, and face from sunburn, and his hands, fingers and feet from work. He ached everywhere.

He looked away from Diaz and went back to stubbornly pushing the mop around the deck.

I won't be useless! I won't go overboard. I'm going to work hard and they'll help me find Maddie and bring her home! and if I get to shoot that thrice-damned Commodore Douglas too, well that would be a boon from God--

"Stop. Just stop."

Buck stopped, his heart sinking. He dared not look Diaz in the eye again, already knowing the derision and anger he would see there.

Sure the other pirates ignored him or laughed at him behind his back. But Diaz? Diaz detested him. This was the first time he'd ever spoken to Buck but definitely not the first time he'd loomed nearby, sneering at Buck's pathetic efforts to work as part of the team and fit in.

"We should've left you back at the port."

"What? No! No, I swear, I'm learning--"

"Learning what? How to smear muck around so someone else has to clean up after you? Again?" Diaz sneered, kicking at the mop. Buck's hands twitched around it, every blister flaring up painfully. Diaz's eyes caught it and he suddenly leaned forward. "Show me your hands."

"What...?"

"Show me!"

Buck carefully placed the mop against the rail of the ship and carefully unfolds his hands, wincing as the skin flares in pain with each motion.

"Dios...! Come with me."

"Wait, but I have to finish the--"

"NOW!"

***

Buck followed Eddie down into the ship, down down, past Buck's sleeping berth with the other sailors.

Buck looked around in trepidation. Is he taking me to the bilge? To the brig? The bilge was full of seawater, the brig a confined, rat infested cell where only the most unfortunate went.

They kept walking.

"Uh, Diaz, I... I swear, I'll work harder, I just--please don't--"

"You're not working any more today." Diaz replied shortly and threw open a door. "Hen, I've got the cabron for you. Destroyed his hands and he thinks he's magical enough not to get gangrene or something. Can you fix him up?"

The woman inside raised her eyebrows. "You don't usually bring me people, Eddie." She was dressed like the rest of the sailors but her clothes were neater and better kept.

"They aren't usually this stupid." Eddie growled.

"I... sorry." Buck mumbled, defeated.

"Don't worry about this one. He's always angry about something." Hen chuckled, and Diaz's scowl deepened. "What's your name?"

"Ah, Buck. Well, Evan Buckley, but... just Buck is okay." He felt another twinge in his heart as he said it. It was Maddie who had named him Buck.

"Buck it is. Come sit and we'll have a look at those hands."

Buck chanced a sideways look at Diaz, who was still standing there, muscled arms crossed. "Is he...?"

"Eddie was just leaving, weren't you, Eddie?" Hen's tone brooked no argument, and to Buck's surprise, Diaz obeyed.

Buck sat and held his hands out. Now that he had a moment to focus on them they hurt even more, and he could feel some of the injuries oozing. "I'm sorry, I tried to-- but--" he stopped abruptly as he felt his throat thicken and his eyes started to wet. You are already the most pathetic creature on this ship, you will not make it worse by whining about it. Silently he held his hands out, head down.

Hen sucked in a breath. "Eddie was right to bring you here. If you let these wounds get any more infected than they are and gangrene set in I might have to remove one or both of them."

Buck swallowed around a sob. As a teacher and writer, his hands were his life.

"I'll clean and wrap your hands for you." Hen continued softly. "That should be able to prevent it from getting worse, so long as you promise not to use them for the next few days and come down here every day for the next week so I can make sure they don't get worse. Okay?"

Buck nodded silently.

"Buck."

He looked up at Hen. She was wearing a kind smile and that was enough to completely undo him. A single tear slid down his cheek and he reached up a hand to stop it, but Hen wouldn't allow it. "I need to wrap these first." Her eyes and smile were all compassion. After two weeks in a foreign world with no friends on board it was a balm to Buck's soul. He kept his head bowed as she cleaned and wrapped, let the tears fall silently, unchecked. When she was done, she reached out a hand and clasped his shoulder. "The sailors are used to losing people and because you’re greener than most, they're expecting you to die. They don’t want to get close to someone they’re gonna lose. But if you stay alive they'll warm up eventually, don't fret it."

"Then.. why are you...?"

Hen snorted. "I walk to the beat of my own drum on this ship, Buck. Always have. And I've decided I like you, dumbass hand damage and all."

Buck sniffed. "Thanks."

Hen nodded. "Go to the captain and tell him that I've ordered light duty for you--no using your hands except to carry light objects. Errands only for you for the next two weeks."

"But Captain Nash said--if I'm not useful--"

Hen chuckled. "His bark is bigger than his bite. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's taken a liking to you too."

***

"Buckley."

"Uh, Captain. I... Hen, the doctor--" Buck choked off with a derisive snort at himself. Did I really just stop to explain to the captain who his doctor is? "Uh, she said I should tell you that I'm..." He held up his bandaged hands. "Light duty. Errands."

Captain Nash's face clouded and his brow furrowed as he took in the state of Buck's hands.

"But I swear, I'll be useful, I don't--please, don't throw me off the ship--"

"Buckley." One firm word and Buck silenced. "You'll rest today, and starting tomorrow you'll work as an errand boy around the ship. Messages, parcels, meals for sick crew. And anything Hen or I asks you to do, you do without question."

"I--yes. Yes, sir. Captain."

Nash looked up at him, his eyes showing the smallest glint of kindness. "A teacher's hands are his life's blood, Buckley. See to it you take care of them." Nash turned to gaze out the window of his office and sighed. "If you're very lucky, you'll need them sooner than you think."

Buck's pulse heightened. "Are we near Commodore Douglas's ship, sir?"

Captain Nash sighed. "Not as close as I’d like to be." He turned back to Buck. "Dismissed."

Buck nodded and left for his hammock.

Chapter 3

The next day he showed up bright and early at Captain Nash's office only to be sent down to Hen. Hen took one look at him and started loading a crate with various medicines and infusions, talking rapidly. For each bottle, Hen explained what it was, who it was for and why. Buck paid careful attention so he could keep up. Rote memorization and processes? He was back in his comfort zone.

"...garlic and chamomile for Wes, he ate something at port that we're still trying to get out of him. Then cat's claw for Lea, her knuckles are hurting her again. And that's all." Hen hesitated, thinking for a moment. Then she mumbled something under her breath before grabbing a few more vials. "Actually, got a few more. These are to be dropped off outside Eddie's quarters."

"Diaz? What are they for?"

"Eddie knows what to do with them." No further explanation came and Buck nodded at the dismissal and left, running around the ship to deliver the medicines to each ailing person. When he arrived at last outside Diaz's door, he paused, looking over the bottles. It made no sense to be bringing so much medicine to Diaz’s quarters. Buck had seen him just this morning, looking as healthy as ever, muscles rippling while he hauled canvas with the men. What is this for? Buck shook his head to clear the thoughts--no use risking his newfound equilibrium by prying. He hastily dropped the bottles outside Diaz's door, knocked and departed.

He followed this routine for the next week, deviating at times in the afternoon to run errands for the captain. But every morning started the same--Hen dropping several bottles and vials into a box for him to deliver around the ship and he running around as fast as he could to get it done quickly and efficiently. Each time, he would find himself hesitating outside Diaz's door, awash with curiosity at what the medicine could possibly be for. It wasn't hard to puzzle out the various vials, even though Hen hadn't identified them. Some were the same bottles he delivered elsewhere, others he recognized from his studies. Willow bark, cat's claw and ginger--pain relief.Chamomile, dried cherry, valerian, and peppermint--muscle relaxers. It was a mighty amount of herbs for the average aches of a day's work even as strenuous as the work Diaz did.

So who is it for? Buck wondered again as he approached Diaz's door to drop off the bottles. He had just turned to leave when he heard a thump on the inside of the office followed by a yelp of pain.

Good God, that's a child. There's a child in there!

Horrible images came to the forefront of Buck's mind as he imagined why Diaz might be holding a child prisoner. A child who would require so much pain relief. His skin paled in horror and he dropped the box.

I need to help! But his hands were still tightly bandaged and the door was latched shut from the inside. Buck thumped against it with his shoulders to no avail. The sturdy wood would not give.

If only I could unlatch it from the outside... Then he had an idea. He picked up one of the envelopes he was delivering for Captain Nash. It was thin but strong. Carefully, he eased it between the door and the latch, pressing the envelope between his bandaged hands to keep his grip.

With a click the latch came free and the door swung open.

Buck braced himself for what he might see and ventured inside, closing the door behind him.The room looked like the captain's, if smaller and simpler. Diaz's bed was neatly made, and soaked in sun from the window. His desk was neat and cleared off. The room was empty.

But I heard a child, I know I did!

Buck started looking around, when he heard a whimper of pain from the direction of the desk. Quickly he hastened over and pulled out the desk chair.

There, curled in the desk well and looking nothing like the skinny, dirty, or abused waif Buck had expected, lay a child. He looked clean and healthy, if in pain. He regarded Buck with large terrified eyes, his hair clean and curling every which way.

He was adorable. And as sure as grass was green, he was Diaz's own child.

So what is he doing hidden away in here?

The child whimpered again, obviously still in pain and Buck lurched away, back toward the bottles and vials he'd brought from Hen. "Here, let me help you, Hen sent me with a bunch of..." He fumbled with the bottles, pulling out the chamomile and the willow bark. "Here, this should help." The child shied away from him, curling deeper into the desk well with awkward jerky movements that only seemed to hurt him more.

"Oh God, please let me help, here, let me..." Buck backed up far away to give the child room and then gently pushed the vials at him. "Here. They're directly from Hen, don't worry. I haven't opened them or anything. See?" The child looked between Buck and the bottles, but didn't say anything.

"And--here, I'm leaving okay? Nothing to be afraid of, I'll leave you so you can climb out of that desk. It looks--God, you look like you're hurting so badly, is there anything I can do to help?"

The child still didn't respond, only regarded Buck with the same terrified eyes and Buck took it as his cue. He hastened to his feet and hurried to the door, away from the room. He was about to step out when he heard the child gasp and whimper again. He froze.

The child won't let me near him, but I can't leave him like that.

Diaz! Diaz can help him!

"I'm going to go and get your father, okay?" Buck took another step toward the door.

"Don't!" A small plaintive voice called, and Buck paused again.

"I can't just leave you like this... Wait, did your father do this to you??"

"No, no!" came the small cry. "He's the best papa ever. And..." the child paused then continued in a stronger voice. "He'll kill you if he finds out you know about me."

Buck's body froze in place. "Surely not--" The child cried out again, and Buck hastened back to the desk. The child was panting now, but still wouldn't move. "Oh, for the love of God, please let me help you!"

"Can't... don't... trust... you." Christopher panted in between pained gasps.

"Oh God, please--" Buck's voice broke and he felt himself start to cry. "I can't--you're hurting. You... I was a schoolteacher before I got onto this ship, I love kids, I swear I just want to help, please!" He reached out his bandaged hands toward the child. "Look, see? I couldn’t hurt you even if I wanted to! I--I swear I won't tell anyone about you on this ship, I'll never speak to you again. Just let me help you settle yourself more comfortably, you need to take some herbs for the pain..." He was blubbering now, his view of the child obscured by tears. He tensed as he felt small hands grasp around his bandaged hands.

"Please help." The boy whimpered.

He sobbed in relief and crooked his wrapped hands so they became large hooks to grip the child and carefully, oh so carefully pulled him out of the desk well. By this time he heard the child begin to cry as well, still on the floor. Buck quickly swiped his eyes with his threadbare sleeve to clear them. "There now, that's a bit better, I'm sure. Let's get you settled into the bed and I'll mix some medicine with water to relieve the pain.”

Buck carefully lifted the child, who whimpered at being jostled. Carefully he laid the boy on Diaz's neatly made bed and hastened back to the bottles and vials, pulling corks out with his teeth and pouring a the various powders into a tin cup. He filled the cup the rest of the way with water from a pitcher on the small wash stand and stirred it to mix before offering the cup to the child.

But the boy only shook his head, crying more."Don't want it. It tastes h-horrible." The child's big eyes were red from crying and Buck's heart broke.

"Oh, shh, there there. Yeah, I won't lie to you, it’s going to taste pretty bad. But once you drink it, you'll stop hurting so much and then you can relax and sleep or play." Buck clumsily rested a wrapped hand in the child's hair. "How's that sound?"

Still the child shook his head.

"Okay, how about this?" Buck took a theatrical sniff and wrinkled his nose. "I'll drink some and then you have to drink the rest, okay?" None of the ingredients were harmful to someone who wasn't in pain. "Deal?"

The boy looked at him, surprised. “Really?” Buck nodded and the boy sighed. "Deal."

Buck grinned, then made a big show of sniffing the contents of the glass. "Ohh blurggh," he shuddered theatrically, and heard the slightest huff from the bed. "Oh boy, here we go." He took a sip then screwed up his face and shook it rapidly back and forth like a dog. "Heaven and earth, but that's awful!" The child giggled and Buck continued with his performance, making gagging noises and funny faces. "You must be the strongest kid I know to drink this every day."

"That's what Papa says, too." The boy smiled.

"Well, he's right. I don't think I can handle any more." Buck made one more funny face and the boy laughed again. "Okay, you ready? I'll count to five, and then you drink it all as fast as you can, okay?"

The child hesitated. "How much is five?"

Buck turned to him, eyes wide. "You don't know...?" Then he paused. No use making the boy feel bad for something that wasn’t his fault. Besides, this was Buck's specialty. "Five is a number, you'll see. I'm going to count a few numbers, and when I say five you drink that down as quickly as you can so you barely taste it, okay?"

The boy nodded. "Okay."

"One, two, three, four... five, go!"

With Buck's clumsy assistance, the child drank down the mixture, screwing up his face just like Buck did. "Urgh."

Buck laughed. "I think you made a funnier face than I did." The boy reminded Buck of his own students. He missed children, their bright-eyed optimism, their enthusiasm for exploring the world around them. "I hope I don't die for meeting you, kid. You're just about the nicest person on this entire ship."

The child smiled. "Christopher."

Buck returned his grin and held out a bandaged hand. "Nice to meet you Christopher. I'm Buck." Christopher reached out in jerky movements and shook Buck's hand, both of them giggling at how clumsy the exchange was.

"I hope you don't die either, Buck." It seemed that the medicine was starting to work. Christopher was relaxing and his smile wasn't edged with quite so much pain anymore.

"In that case, I should probably run before your father finds me. those big strong hands of his would tear me in half like paper." Buck stood, patting Christopher on the head once more before turning away.

"...Buck?"

"Hm?" He turned back. The boy was starting to fall asleep.

"Can... Can you come back and visit me again?"

What a terrible idea. "Of course, Christopher." Buck rummaged up a brave smile. "I'd love to see you again." An idea occurred to him suddenly and he straightened his shoulders. "I'll even teach you how to count to five all by yourself if you want?"

The boy's tired eyes lit up. "Yes. Yes please..." His eyes slipped closed and he fell asleep.

Buck smiled, feeling warmed for the first time in weeks. Carefully he gathered the scattered items for the rest of his errands and slipped from the room, latching it behind him.

#buddie #buddie fic #evan budckley #eddie diaz #9-1-1 #pirate au #christopher diaz #Anonymous

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captkirkland · 4 years ago

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so i dont write stuff on tumblr very often cause im embarrassed about my writing but i got a drabble in mind based off of something else i wrote (tw for drowning but he’s fine. its fine) ~

Water pelts the deck of the ship below Arthur's boots, angry as it beats and batters the sails. He can hardly even hear himself over the whistling wind and the sharp, stinging rain, and he knows how loudly he must be yelling to his other crew members. Where even are they..? He's not got a clue, but the storm the ship's sailing through makes the main mast creak and groan with wooden fatigue.

Every ear-piercing cry threatens its eventual snap. God, where the hell is everyone?! Have they all lost their minds, there's no way anyone's asleep below deck like this! Arthur doesn't think about it any longer than that, he's got to loosen the ropes and lower the sails, which by God is a lot easier said than done. The Captain sloshes through water that's up to his knees, it and the wind both doing their damnedest to push him down. He's soaked to the bone, and colder than ice, but he can't stop. Or rather, he wont. They're nowhere near land, and if this mast--or any other for that matter--breaks everyone on board is promised to the sea and her hunger. It feels like ages before Arthur reaches the mast, grabbing the ropes around both of his hands and his wrists, just so he can pull with all of his might. Bad form, he knows, as the ropes feel like they burn into his skin from their excruciating protests, but that wont keep the man from pulling the sails closed.

Inching and inching and inching, the ocean soaked sails are so heavy even they object their movement against the angry wind-- this is a job meant for many men, not one. The only thing Arthur's got on his side is the fact that he's a not a simple man. He’s a damned country, and with burning green eyes he yanks the ropes as taut as they can be, twisting them about a hold to keep them there. Steady. There's another though, the foresail needs to be closed too lest the ship just start spinning off course in the storm. Obviously his body screams for him to stop, but the deep mix of emotions in England’s chest push him through it. Those hardly ever make it out of him in the best of ways, and this isn’t exactly an exception either, but that’s beyond the point. He’s got to make it out of this, not just for himself, but for everyone else in the world he needs to see after. The crew can receive a stern talking to later, but this situation is now way beyond that which could be quelled by reason, or even by shouting. All he can do is rely on himself now. Arthur pushes through the water, which smacks and beats at his thighs as the wind pushes at him from what feels like all angles just to keep him from reaching the foremast. But something wraps itself around his leg in the sea that angrily invites itself aboard like its trying to flood the place. Is it a rope? Arthur can’t particularly tell, but he moves to drag his foot out of it with a loud grunt of effort as he trips starboard towards the bowsprit despite the effort. It takes everything he has not to be swept away, grabbing his arms around the mast he’s reached, fingers slipping against the slick wood. If he weren’t smarter, he’d think the ocean wanted him to fail. But he is smarter.. and it still seems that way.

There’s curses as Arthur chokes against the salty water, the howling of the situation much too loud to even hear himself. Maybe that, or he’s gone deaf and the only sound that wants to meet his ears is the voice of God yelling in anger for the misdeeds of himself and others. Who really knows, and who really even bloody cares at this point?! Gritting his teeth, Arthur digs his nails into the ropes around the base of the foremast as he drags himself to his feet, and wraps the coarse sail ropes around his arms again. He heaves out in effort, pulling against the way the waves want to drag him, he’s got to pull back, not to the side. The waters all rushing to the right, but he digs his heels into the small cracks in the flooring beneath him, tugging back… and back.. and back... until finally he’s gone far enough. Upon reaching the next hold, Arthur wraps the rope around it so tight he can feel the muscles in his entire body burn from the effort of it all. Once he’s done, he looks around the ship for what he has to do next, but catches himself blindsided instead. A giant crate caught adrift in the water on the deck comes careening from his left side while he’s looking right, and it smacks directly into him, the momentum of it pushing Arthur over with enough force to drive him in the fearsome strength of the Eddy that’s been forming across the ship this entire time. It pulls him into its current, Arthur for once feeling so much less like a country and so much more like a man who can hardly save himself as it throws him overboard. First there’s nothing but the air and its chill.. and then there’s nothing but water and its even bitterer cold. He can’t breathe. He can’t swim. What the hell kind of pirate can’t swim!? Arthur’s never been able to, and his arms feel so tired and witless against the storming sea. Everything’s dark, salty, and nigh frozen... and he still can’t breathe. Is he choking? Is he dying? Is this what dying genuinely feels like? It’s horrifying. How many times do humans go through this? Once. He’s gone through “death” before in the past, but at least then he always knew he’d open his eyes again. He knew he’d feel his heart beating again. This is so much worse, all he can see is the filtered moonlight through the deepest darkness he’s ever witnessed.. and all of its closing in around him as his hand reaches upwards. And he still can’t breathe. Arthur wakes with a start suddenly, having fallen asleep at his desk again, surrounded in papers and pens that’ve fallen to the ground by now. His breath is so uneven, and he falls over out of his chair, like he should be trying to kick and swipe his hands. It isn’t till he’s on the ground and holding himself that he genuinely realizes he’s simply on the floor in his apartment, the clock ticking softly in the background like nothing happened. God, his throat burns, his wrists sting, and it’s still so hard to breathe. Arthur’s chest heaves as he tries to recall everything that just happened, panic rising in his chest in a manner he can’t help but despise. Its then that the thought races across the front of his mind that thinks he might be having a panic attack or something. This is so stupid! It was just a dream, what on Earth is this happening to him for? His heart feels as if its running laps in his chest, like a frightened rabbit trying to escape a hungry wolf that doesn’t even exist anymore, and hasn’t for hundreds of years at this point. Clammy, sweaty hands find the embroidered seat of a wooden chair as he pushes himself up to his feet against his body’s better judgement, like he’s forcing himself to be fine in the face of his own failings. Well, not just like, he is doing that really. But then the phone rings, and the loud sound nearly sends England to the ceiling of his own office. “Fucking Christ,” he curses to himself, mumbling the words as he rubs the front of his face before dragging both hands down. Soon, he reaches over the desk for his phone and swipes it up into his hand. With a bit of fumbling from fingers that wont stop shaking, he answers the call. “Hello?” “Oh, Alfred, what is it?” “Hah, of course you’d want something like that.. yes, I can bring it by rather soon.” “Mhm.” “Really, is that so?” “Baffling.” “And how are you beyond that?” “That’s very nice, yes, I’m fine as well. Had a bit of a nap, I’m about to put on the afternoon tea, you really should come by my house soon so I can share a bit.” “Ahh.. of course, deal with that first then.” “Mhm, see you soon, goodbye.” He hangs up the phone, clicking the red button after a try or two, just letting it fall back down to the table with a sigh. At least getting something for Alfred done always takes his mind off of things, he can’t help but think of the American instead. God bless him, he doesn’t even know what he does.

#hetalia #iggy rambles #iggy writes #my writing #hws england #woahhh pirate england with no brim #brim with no pirate england #no pirate england with no brim

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derpyanimatesstuff · 4 years ago

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Reddie Week Day 4- AU

Okay so I may have gone a tad bit overboard with this one, please enjoy

@dibujos-de-la-orilla Ao3

Only a couple of months had passed since Eddie’s 16th birthday, and in turn only a couple of months had passed since he got his soulmark. And as a consequence Richie’s been going out of his mind for the past few months because Eddie won’t tell him what his goddamn soulmark says, no matter how hard he tries.

“I’m not going to show you Richie, they’re private,” Eddie would say.

“Awww come on, if you show me yours I’ll show you mine.”

“You don’t even have your soulmark yet so it’s not a fair trade.” This would cause Richie to pout, and in return Eddie would roll his eyes.

Today however it was finally Richie’s 16th birthday, his turn to get his mark, and he was fucking terrified. Not only would these be the words said to him by the one he was destined to spend the rest of his life with, but there was also a chance he could land something super generic, like the ‘Hello’ Mike had inked to his forearm. There was also the topic of Eddie, but he didn’t even want to entertain the idea that he would get that lucky.

Richie lay there in bed unmoving trying to psych himself up. “Okay… you got this! It’s only a permanent magic tattoo that you’ll have for the rest of your life, what’s there to be worried about?” He swung his feet over the side of his bed, pushing himself up he walked until he was in front of his mirror. He took a deep breath and pulled off his shirt, chucking it in the general direction of his hamper. He couldn’t help but let out a startled laugh as he read the words inked into his skin.

“God what the hell?” Above his heart in neat handwriting lay three words. ‘Good morning fucknut.’ Dear god who was his soulmate, and how did he manage to piss them off before they held an actual conversation? He stood there observing his mark for a few more moments before changing into a hopefully clean pair of jeans and pulling on a new shirt. When he deemed the outfit good enough he hurried downstairs.

“Is that you Richie?” Maggie called out as he was on the stairs.

“Yea, I figured I would save you the trouble of dragging me out of bed today,” he responded before walking into the kitchen where she was making breakfast, and where Went sat drinking his coffee from the number one grandma mug Richie had gotten him for Christmas.

“Happy birthday kiddo. How does pancakes with syrup and whip cream sound?” she said over her shoulder, pouring batter into the pan.

“Thanks ma, and pancakes sound perfect.”

“Happy birthday son, you gonna show us your soulmark?” Went asked, peering at Richie over his mug.

Richie let out a short laugh at his dad’s blunt question. “Right to the point I see, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” Richie walked over to where his dad sat and lifted up his shirt so he could have a look.

“Good god kid,” he said laughing. “What do you think you did to warrant that? Rob them? Insult their family line?”

Richie shrugged and turned so his mom could see. “Honestly, knowing my trashmouth it could be anything.”

‘Goodness Richie,” she said, wincing as she caught sight of the mark. “At least you’ll know who it is when the time comes.”

“Huh I guess that is a bright side, didn’t really think about it like that.” He didn’t really want to think about who might be behind the words at all.

~*~

After polishing off a stack (or two) of pancakes thoroughly doused in syrup and topped with a mountain of whipped cream, Richie hopped on his bike and sped off towards Derry high, wanting to spend every second of his birthday with his friends.

Upon arrival he quickly chained up his bike to the long rusted bike rack and hurried to the entrance, where he was met with a smiling Bill who had apparently been waiting for him. Bill patted him on the back when he was within range.

“H-happy birthday trashmouth, welcome to the w-wonderful age of 16. How does it f-feel?” he asked as they walked inside, pushing their way into the crowded halls.

“I feel like a whole new man, out with the old in with the new. Speaking of which, I’m pretty sure my dad’s getting me a car, no more middle school bike for me,” Richie responded, grinning ear from ear.

“T-that’s great, maybe we can f-finally have our losers r-r-road trip, get in some c-camping.”

“Yea, if I do get a car that’ll be the first thing we all do. No way however am I sharing a tent with you, I get enough of your snoring at sleepovers.”

Before Bill could continue the conversation someone in the crowd approached them catching his attention. “Oh hey Eddie, what’s up?”

“Eh nothing much,” Eddie responded with a shrug before turning to Richie, a smirk forming on his face before he opened his mouth to direct him. “Good morning fucknut. Happy 16th.”

Richie let out a snort and opened his mouth to throw something back at him, only for the words to register causing him to freeze. The smile fell off of his face and he paled, all he could do was stand there looking slack jawed at Eddie as he gripped tightly to the straps on his bag. His lack of response caused Eddies smirk to twist into a frown.

“Hey are you-,” Eddie started before Richie began talking over him to Bill.

“Uh Bill my first period teacher wanted me to come in early for a make up assignment, so I’m going to head over, like right now.” He barely waited for Bill's confused hesitant nod before he all but ran through the hallway, passing Eddie and pushing through the students in his way until he got to his destination.

He practically burst into the classroom startling the teacher into dropping her book, and nearly knocking over her drink. He mumbled a small sorry before quickly sitting down in the back of the room and trying to let what just happened sink in.

Eddie has said his words. The first thing Eddie had said to him since he turned 16 was his words. Eddie was his soulmate, his fucking soulmate, his perfect match. Perfect, feisty, cute, adorable Eddie was stuck with him. The friend he’s been in love since he was 11 was his soulmate, and by god Eddie didn’t deserve to be saddled to his sad sack for the rest of his life. What the fuck was he going to do?

~*~

Thankfully Richie didn’t see any of the losers until lunch, giving him time to think and come up with a plan. He was going to avoid talking to Eddie directly at all costs, that way he would never know they were soulmates, it was perfect. As much as Richie hated the idea of never getting to talk to his best friend again, he hated the idea of Eddie being disgusted by his feelings more, and even if he wasn’t disgusted he didn’t want Eddie staying with him out of some sick sense of responsibility. So he did the only thing he could and decided to cut ties.

During lunch avoiding Eddie, the topic of soulmates, and acting normal was easier said than done. After everyone wished him a happy birthday, and he deflected their soulmate questions using Eddie’s long standing excuse of it being a private subject he was practically silent. He only spoke up to start a random conversation every time Eddie tried to engage him. He also earned a few concerned looks from the rest of the losers when he was caught flat out ignoring him. Thankfully Bev gave him an out near the end asking about the final plans for his birthday party that weekend.

“I was thinking you’d all just come over and we’d watch movies, and stuff ourselves full of junk,” Richie said as he rested his chin in his hand.

“I can bring some popcorn,” Eddie spoke up, once again trying to engage Richie.

For a moment he almost opened his mouth to respond, before thinking better of it and just nodding. In an attempt to play it off He turned to Mike. “Hey Micycle, think you can grab some soda for our little swaray?”

“Uh yea sure, I don’t see why not. What kind do you want?” he asked, shooting Eddie a worrying glance.

“Surprise me.”

Soon after that the bell rang. Richie quickly scooped up his bag and slung one of the straps over his shoulder. He turned and gave the table a small salute before heading off into the halls. However the second he got into the halls he was being dragged into the doorway of an emergency exit by Stan.

“What the fuck is up with you today!?” Stan hissed. “And why are you ignoring Eddie?”

“Nothings up with me, and I’m not ignoring Eddie,” He lied. “It’s just I don’t really feel like talking today.”

Stan stared at him. “You don’t feel like talking?” he clarified.

“Yea,” Richie responded.

Stan stared at him for another moment before letting his arm go. “I don’t believe that for one goddamn second. The world would have to be ending for you to not feel like talking.” All Richie could do was shrug. “Come talk to me when you’re ready to tell me what's going on, or I’ll make you,” finishing Stan turned and merged back into the crowd of students, disappearing down the hall.

The rest of the day was harder than the first half as he shared his remaining classes with the losers, Eddie being in his last one. He tried his hardest to keep conversation with the others as normal as possible, trying to distract them from his obvious discomfort with horribly grotesque jokes. His last period however with Eddie was nearly impossible as with every failed attempt to grab Richie’s attention a horrible dejected look took over Eddie’s face, and it cut straight to his heart. He didn’t want to hurt Eddie, let alone make him sad, but he was doing them both a favor this way. It was better for both of them. He just had to keep telling himself that.

He did end up getting an old beaten up truck from his dad, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t be going on any loser trips anytime soon.

~*~

The next day went in pretty much the same fashion, only by the end day Eddie wasn’t trying to talk to him any more. Richie tried to remind himself that it was for the benefit of Eddie and it was what he wanted, but it still hurt.

That afternoon Richie was very surprised when Eddie actually showed up to the movie night with the popcorn as promised. He even bothered to bring him a present, which Richie silently took and set down on the table with the others. Eventually they all settled down around the TV that played through a double feature of Better off dead and One crazy summer. But Richie couldn’t bring himself to focus on the movies, normally when they watched movies he sat beside Eddie and they would attempt to whisper jokes and comments about the movie to one another before someone shushed them. Instead he sat painfully quiet through both of them.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of presents and nonsensical chatter, Richie barely paid attention after he had unwrapped Eddie's gift. He hadn’t even looked at him as he unwrapped it, but underneath the colorful striped paper was a single cassette tape, featuring a bunch of random songs he normally listened to with Eddie, one song Eddie my love having been written on the back in red, while the others were in black. He didn’t even realize everyone was leaving until Stan was the only one left.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on yet?” asked with his arms crossed and a scowl of his face.

Richie forced some humor into his practically emotionless voice. “Don’t worry about it, everything's fine.” Maybe if he just kept telling himself that then it would feel like it.

Stan didn’t even bother trying to argue. “You know you’re making Eddie really upset, he thinks he did something to make you upset.”

“Eddie didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Maybe you should tell him that.” With that Stan left shutting the front door behind him. At that moment he decided that it would hurt Eddie less if he avoided them all, instead of just him, so he did.

Richie no longer talked to the losers before class started, he opted for rushing for his things from his locker before going to class early and sitting in the back. He avoided all of their attempts to talk to him, and refused to speak to them in class, he even started eating lunch outside. After about a week it seemed like most of them had gotten the memo, as they all stopped trying to talk to him, and stopped calling, except for Eddie, who even though he made no attempt at school still tried to call him once a night. He gave up asking his mom to make excuses and just let it ring through.

After about three weeks when Richie was going through his locker a note tumbled out.

I want to talk to you, meet me at the quarry after school.

-Stan

He couldn’t say no to a request like this from Stan the man.

~*~

After the bell rang he quickly gathered all his stuff and made his way out to his truck. When there he threw his bag in the back seat and drove off in the direction of the quarry. But when he arrived Stan wasn’t there yet so he sat down on a relatively flat rock a little ways from the truck to wait. After a few minutes he heard a voice behind him, it wasn’t Stan.

“Hey Richie… umm thanks for coming, I didn’t think you’d come if I signed. I hope you don’t mind.” He sounded so nervous, all Richie wanted to do was tell him that it was okay, but he couldn’t, so all he did was stare.

Eddie paused for another minute, hoping for a response. When one never came he stepped forward so he was only a few feet away and sighed. “That’s how it’s gonna be? Okay then… that’s fine I just really need you to listen to what I have to say.” He paused to look at Richie for some sort of response, he nodded. “Richie I’m so fucking sorry for whatever I did to make you hate me. Can you please tell me what I did? Because I really want my best friend back, please Richie just... just tell me what I did. Cause what ever I did I’m so fucking sorry.” Richie shook his head, Eddie didn’t do anything wrong.

“Just talk to me Rich, please.” Tears began to form in Eddie’s eyes. Richie’s heart shattered, he needed him to know he didn’t do anything wrong. That Richie was just trying to save him from being stuck with a dirty disgusting soulmate.

“Eddie you didn’t do anything wrong, you could never do any wrong by me, ever,” he said, his tone barely audible. He watched Eddie’s eyes widen in realization, he needed to let Eddie know he had a way out before he said anything else.

“I just thought... I thought that you didn’t deserve to get stuck with a dirty faggot as your soulmate, you didn’t deserve to be chained to me for the rest of your life. It didn’t matter that I knew I could love you right, you would lose so much if you were stuck with me. So I thought that maybe if I just locked myself away from you and the rest of the losers that maybe just maybe, you would have the chance to actually love someone who wasn’t sick in the head like me.” Richie brings his knees to his chest and hugs them tight.

“I’m so fucking sorry Ed’s for making you think you did something wrong. I’m sorry for making you sad, and for making you worry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Richie says, burying his face in his knees to hide his tears, and so he won’t have to see the disgusted look on Eddie’s face. After a moment Richie feels a hand land on his shoulder causing him to flinch, but he doesn’t look up. He hadn’t realized how close Eddie had gotten to him.

“Richie... look at me.” There’s no hate or disgust in his voice, only comfort and sadness, but Richie shakes his head. He doesn’t dare look up.

“You don’t have to stay now that you know you didn’t do anything wrong.” Richie doesn't want him to go, but he needs to give him a way out. A way out of the mess he made, a way out of his life.

Eddie brings one hand to his cheek in an effort to bring his face up. When he looks up, Eddie's eyes are impossibly soft. “Richie it’s okay, you’re okay, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Eddie pulls him into an awkward hug, Richie buries his face into the crook of his neck taking what he can get before it’s gone.

“Rich... were you avoiding talking to me, to all of us because you thought-” he pauses trying to think of the words, “-that I would hate you for loving me and being my soulmate? That we would all hate you?” All Richie can do is let out a choked sob as he pulls Eddie closer and nods into the crook of his neck.

“Why would you think that?” He asks, sounding on the verge of more tears. Richie let’s his grip on Eddie drop slightly.

“It's just you don’t deserve to be stuck with someone so... so wrong as your soulmate. You deserve someone clean and someone you could take home, or someone you could take out on a date... some girl. Instead you got stuck with a loudmouth dirty faggot.” He drops his grip on Eddie a little more, getting ready to leave when the harsh words and the hate comes. But it never does instead Eddie just brings Richie in even closer and talks ever so softly right into his ear.

“Richie... you're okay. You’re not dirty, maybe you are a little loud sometimes, but there’s nothing wrong with that, nothing wrong with you. And if there is something wrong with you... then there’s something wrong with me too. Because I don’t want some girl as my soulmate I want you because I’m Gay too. And Rich I could never ever hate you for loving me.” Richie pulls back slightly so that he can look at Eddie's face, a small stream of tears are slowly making their way down each side of his face, and his doe eyes look into Richie's searching for something, anything. Richie brings one of his hands up from Eddie's waist to cup his cheek and wipe away the tears. Eddie slowly brings his hand up to hover over the one on his cheek. Once again he searches Richie's face silently asking if it’s okay, Richie nods and Eddie hand covers his own.

“God Ed’s I don’t know what to say.” Eddie's other hand goes to cup the back of Richie's head and he gently pulls him forward until their foreheads are touching.

“You could start by kissing me.” Once more Richie brings his eyes to scan Eddie's face and is greeted by a small smile and gorgeous brown eyes staring right back.

“Yea.. I guess I could.” Eddie's smile grows unbelievably brighter as he gently cups the sides of Richie’s face and brings their mouths together. Eddie’s lips are smooth and full against Richie’s chapped ones, and yet neither of them care. Richie tilts his head deepening the kiss, and pulling Eddie even closer until he’s sitting in his lap. And it all feels right, like they were made for each other, like everything about them is okay. After what feels like hours Eddie breaks the kiss for air, forehead resting against his soulmate’s.

“Does this mean you’re done avoiding us?” Eddie asks.

“Yea, I don’t really have a reason to hide any more, so I guess you’re stuck with me.”

“Does this also mean that I get to call you my boyfriend?” He pulls away from Richie, cupping his cheek and looking into his eyes.

Richie laughs, a few stray tears finding their way down his face. “Yes. I’d like that a lot.” He smiles and pulls Eddie in for another kiss. “Does this mean I finally get to see your soulmark?”

Heat flares up Eddie’s cheeks. “Umm… sure I guess, but you have to show me yours first.”

“Done and done.” Richie shuffles Eddie off his lap a bit and pulls up his shirt, revealing the words right above his heart.

Eddie snorts out a small laugh and brings his hand up to gently trace over the words. “Well isn’t this quite the conversation piece?”

“It is, and I blame you. Now show more yours,” he says pulling down his shirt.

Eddie moves to stand up. “Okay but you have to promise you’re not going to fucking laugh.” Richie wants to ask why, but the daggers Eddie shoots at him tells him that that’s probably a bad idea.

“Cross my heart.” Eddie rolls his eyes.

After a moment Eddie sighs as if to say let’s get this over with and turns around.Carefully he lifts up the back of his shirt and nudges his pants down slightly to reveal the words. Richie’s so startled he can’t help but laugh.

Eddie immediately drops his shirt back down. “I thought you said you wouldn’t laugh?”

“Eds, I’m sorry but cut me some slack, your soulmark, that I gave you, is a fucking tramp stamp,” he could barley get though the sentence without bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Fuck you.” Eddie tried to look mad, but the effect was ruined when he yanked Richie up and pulled him into another kiss.

“Hey Eds, I know this might be kind of soon, but I just need to tell you that I love you.”

“I love you to you giant idiot,” he said smiling. “Shall we get out of here, we were all planning on hanging out at the club house.”

“Yea Eds, let’s go and see our friends.” He couldn’t help but smile as they both climbed into his beat truck and pulled away from the quarry.

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justmeinadaze · 2 years ago

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We're A Family Part 16 (Steddie X You)

A/N: This is very much a Steddie chapter and I love it so much. This is probably going to be one of if not my favorite chapter in this series. I wanted them to really fully embrace that lovers aspect of their relationship and totally be ok loving each other as much as they love the reader.

Warnings: Parent Dads Steddie and Mama Reader, mentions of trying and struggling to get pregnant, SMUT (between the boys <3), lots of fluff, Steve VERY BRIEFLY mentions fears of telling his family they are trying to have another kid. I think that's it. Genuinely just a lot of sweetness in this one.

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“Fuck me…”, Steve pants as he throws his arm over his eyes.

“I just did.”, you giggle as you roll over to face him.

You and Steve had been spending a lot more time alone in the pursuit of baby number three. Of course, Eddie was still very much involved in sexy time but he insisted if there was a point where he could take the kids out of the house, you three should take the opportunity.

It had been a few months and still no positive test. The doctor insisted you both were healthy and fine, you just “need to keep trying.” The metalhead did everything he could to help.

“Eddie, baby, why are you smoking so far away? You can sit next to me on the porch here.”

“I know, sweetheart, but I read online that smoke can affect you when you’re trying to get pregnant.”

“You were smoking around me constantly before and we still got Ro.”, you laugh.

“Baby, I can do the dishes. You’ve been at work all day.”

“Y/N, it’s fine. You and Steve just relax, ok? I got this. Wayne said stress sometimes can make it harder for you two to…you know…”

“Hey, princess! I went grocery shopping today so you don’t have to on Friday after work. I also got some more fruit. I read this book at work that was saying it helps with trying to have a baby.”

Steve grins as he turns to face you as well. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just…I don’t know.”

“Honey, it’s ok. It will happen when it happens.”

“I just feel bad. I feel like Eddie is stressing himself out taking care of us.”

“He has been going a little overboard.”, he chuckles. “Oh, I know that look. Dylan makes that face when he’s planning something. What do you have in mind, baby?”

***

“Mom, this place is amazing.”, Dylan’s jaw drops as he looks around the house the realtor brought you guys to.

It was a rustic style home that definitely had that country feel. The entryway lead into the kitchen on the right and gigantic living room straight ahead with a gorgeous stone fireplace. The back door was mostly clear glass so you would be able to see outside when the kids were playing.

“It’s beautiful. It’s not too far from Wayne either and it’s right next to the lake.”, Eddie grins, running his fingers along the countertop in the kitchen.

“It’s also within your budget and has those five rooms you had originally mentioned, ma’am.”, the man showing you the house guides you around, pointing out the two bedrooms downstairs and the backyard that is much bigger than your current one.

Steve pats Aurora’s back as she continues to sleep, drooling on the shoulder of his jacket.

“Do you mind if we talk for a minute?”

“No, ma’am. Take all the time you need.”

The four of you lean against the counters in the kitchen as you wait for him to leave. “What do you think, kid?”, Eddie asks.

“I like it a lot especially since it’s by the water.”

“It’s closer to my store but it’s a bit of a drive for the three of you every morning.”

You chew on your nail as you think. “Just an extra 10minutes which isn’t too bad. What do you think, Stevie?”

“I’m fine with the drive. We may need to update some things though like childproofing the locks and stuff. Other than that, I think it’s perfect.”

“Alright, gentlemen. Let’s fill out some applications and pray.”

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“Hang on, Ed.” Steve reaches over and grabs Eddie’s arm as he begins to get out of the car. “You guys have fun! “

“Bye dada an daddy.”, Aurora waves.

They wave back with a smile, waiting for you three to get inside before the man drives away.

“What’s going on?”, the metalhead asks.

“Y/N and I thought you needed some time away from the kids and the house so we’re going on a date.”

“Did Y/N not want to come? She should have a night out to.”

“Eddie!”, Steve chuckles. “She’s fine, trust me. Let me show you what a date night with Steve Harrington is like.”

“Oh, someone’s cocky. Alright, Harrington. Wine and dine me.”, he grins.

***

“Mom? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, can you just…hold my hand. I’m so nervous.” Dylan smiles as he sits on the floor beside you and takes your hand in his. “This anticipation is killing me. With you and Ro it was just like ‘Hey, there’s a baby in there.’ I’ve never really had to utilize a pregnancy test like this.”

“With Aurora, you thought you were sick. Did you think the same thing before you found out about me?”

“Naw, with you, I was doing a routine exam and they had to make sure I wasn’t pregnant.”

The timer on your phone beeps and you sigh before reaching onto the bedside table where the test had been sitting. As you read the results, uncontrollable tears begin cascading down your face while Dylan wraps his arms around your neck.

***

“That band was fucking awesome!”, Eddie exclaims as the other man grins at his excitement.

Steve decided to take the metalhead to new bar just outside of the city limits. He knew how much he loved music, thinking it would make him happy to see some bands play while they drank and talked.

“It’s been a while since you guys have been on a stage like that. Do you miss it?”

The man shakes his head as he takes a swing of the beer from his glass. “I mean I still play with the guys but that rush that I used to get being on stage…no it’ll sound stupid.”

“No, come on. Tell me.”

“That rush I used to get…I get now with the kids. Dude, seeing Dylan on his first date and watching Ro learn do those vocabulary card things you got her… that makes me happy. I can’t wait to see what this new baby will be like.” Eddie notices Steve’s posture stiffen and he promptly reaches out to rub his shoulder. “Hey, it’ll happen, man.”

“I know. I hate seeing that sad look on her face with every period or failed test.”

“The doctor said everything was good though, right?”

“Yeah, just have to keep trying.”, he sighs before glancing towards Eddie. “I haven’t told my mom yet that Y/N and I are…you know. I’m afraid she’ll tell my dad and I have no idea what he’ll do.”

“Steve, babe, fuck your dad. He can try whatever he wants but he’s not breaking up our family.”

The man exhales a cute, breathy chuckle. “Did you just call me babe?”

The metalhead grins even wider as he leans closer to him. “Depends. Did you like it?”

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The bathroom door to the men’s room hurtles open as Steve pushes Eddie through it with his lips on his and quickly locks it behind him. The metalhead groans, shoving his back against it and begins fumbling with the other boy’s belt before lowering himself to his knees.

“Fuck.”, Steve mewls as the man below him takes his already leaking cock into his mouth. Eddie knows exactly how his husband likes it, you showed him well, and he revels in the sounds he pulls from him as he takes him deeper till he’s gagging around him.

It’s not just the action itself but his small, tender touches that have Steve moaning. While Eddie bobs his head, his hands roam the other man’s body, tracing the back of his thighs, up to his stomach. Steve can’t help but wonder how he would react if he spoke to Eddie the same way he talked to you.

“That’s it, Eddie, baby, fuck. Just like that.” His eyes fluttered closed as he tangled his fingers into his hair, guiding him as the metalhead’s rhythm picked up. Steve couldn’t hold out any longer, he needed him now.

He tugged on the boy’s hair and he took the hint, rising to his feet and hooking his lips to Steve’s sweet spot on his neck. Growling with desire, he lifted Eddie into his arms and placed him on the counter, aggressively yanking off his jeans. Pulling him to the edge, he lifted his leg over his shoulder and guided his cock into the man’s entrance.

Eddie’s eyes rolled as Steve slid his hand along his stomach, slowly thrusting his hips as he relished the feeling of the man he loved.

Did he tell him that enough? I’m sure if he asked, Eddie would tell him he’s being silly and of course he does. They had gotten much closer these past few years and became more comfortable sexually but there was a level of intimacy Steve felt they still struggled with.

“Eddie?” The man responded with a hm as he bit his lip to keep from moaning too loud. “I love you.”

He heard the change in Steve’s tone, promptly opening his eyes to scan him over. Propping himself up on one of his elbows, he reached over to caress his cheek as his thumb glided along his skin.

“I love you to.”

“No, No. I love you.”

Eddie blinked a few times before wrapping his hand around the man’s neck and pulling him down till he was hovering over him.

“I love you to. So fucking much, sweetheart. I-I grew up feeling like no one—mmm—no one ever really cared about me. Then I met you and Y/N.” He craned his neck to capture the man’s lips. “Steve, you can talk to me like you talk to her. I like it.”

“Yeah? So, you would like hearing—fuck—hearing me say things about how good you fucking feel, baby, squeezing my cock?”

“Jesus.” Eddie laid back flat against the counter as his hand reached down to stroke his own dick.

“That’s it, Eddie. Play with yourself while I fuck you. God, you look so fucking sexy right now.”

“Ha-harder, Steve. Please.”, he moans.

“Is that what you need, honey? I can do that.”

As he rolled his hips into his roughly, the metalhead covered his mouth with his palm, suffocating the urge to scream at the pleasure that ran through his body. His back arched as his abs tensed as rope after rope of spend hit the skin on his stomach.

“Fuck me.”, Steve groaned as he pounded into the man faster chasing his high. After a few more rough thrusts, Eddie felt him cum inside of him, look up to watch his eyebrows scrunch together and his neck muscles tighten as he did.

Gradually, he pulled his softening cock out of him and reached over to grab some napkins to help clean Eddie up.

“I’m sorry if these are rough. They aren’t like our towels at home.”, Steve sighs as he tosses the paper in the trash. As he begins pulling up his pants, Eddie abruptly tackles him into a hug, squeezing tightly as he lays his cheek on his chest. “Is everything ok?”

The metalhead nods. “Y/N does this to us after and now I kind of see why. I feel…closer to you if that’s even fucking possible.”

Steve softly laughs as he wraps his own arms around him, pressing him tighter to his chest with his palm. “Yeah, baby. I know what you mean.”

***

As they walk into the front door of the house, they are surprised to find it completely silent. Steve quietly searches the downstairs, turning off lights while Eddie locks everything down.

When the enter their bedroom, they grin finding everyone asleep in your bed. Dylan was on his side with you behind him, arm draped over him and Aurora who was snuggled up in her brother’s chest as she sucked her thumb.

Both men quickly changed out of their cigarette, bar smelling clothes and crawled into bed; Steve behind you and Eddie behind his daughter.

***

“Daddy.”, Ro coos as she lightly taps her father’s face with her palm. “Daddy. Wake up.”

“Ro. Aurora.”, you whispered as you tapped her side. “Leave daddy alone and let him sleep, sweetie.”

“Mama, no. Daddy wake up.”

Dylan groaned in his sleep as he rolled over to face you.

“Why? Why do you need daddy to wake up?”

She giggles as she falls to her knees and pushes at his arm. “Daddy, I miss you.”

“Well, that’s adorable.”, Steve sighs.

“Dada help Rara.”

“What do you need help with honey? Waking up daddy?” He lazily lifts his arm towards Eddie, trying to reach him with his hand. “Op, he’s too far. I can’t.”

“Dada!”, she growls and you feel the man smile in your shoulder. Aurora begins pushing at him again until he rolls onto his back and playfully pushes her aside with his hand.

“I think I chose the wrong side to sleep on.”, he grumbles.

“Hun-gee.”, she points to her stomach.

“Aurora Munson- Harrington, you did not just wake him up for that!”, you giggle as she beams at you.

“Whoosh!”, she exclaims as she pretends to throw something in the air.

“She wants dad’s pancakes.”, Dylan yawns as he stretches. “Which actually sounds good.”

“Can you take her downstairs and put on a cartoon for her, weirdo? Give them some time to wake up.”

Your son nods as he slides off the bed, coming around to pick up his sister and bring her downstairs. Both men immediately scoot closer to you, pulling you into their embrace.

“Did you two have fun last night?”

“Mhmm. He took me on a ‘Steve Harrington style date’.”

“Oh, you lucky man.”

“Did you three do anything exciting last night?”, Steve asked.

“We did. Watched a few movies and ordered a pizza. I did go to the store real quick and bought you guys something. Eddie, baby, can you look into your nightstand and grab the thing on top for me?”

He sleepily nodded as he shifted his body to grab what you were asking for. His eyes suddenly snapped open as he realized what he was holding.

“Harrington. STEVE!”, Eddie shouted startling the other man as he sat up making you laugh harder. The metalhead handed him the pregnancy test and he promptly sat up straighter.

“Is this…? Are we…? Is this real? You’re really pregnant?”

Your grin grows as you nod. Steve tackles his arms around you, kissing every part of your face his lips can reach. As soon as you’re free, Eddie does the same much more gently.

“Oh my god. I’m so happy.” Steve lays back down with a big smile on his face as he exhales.

“You see what I mean, babe? Same kind of rush but better.”, the metalhead grins as he winks at the other man whose own smile grows.

“Oh wow.” Both men look at you with confused looks as you smirk. “Ok, I don’t know what you two did last night but that energy is back.”

“Are you drunk? You shouldn’t be drinking if you’re pregnant.”

You giggle as you slap Eddie’s shoulder. “No, no, no. Nothing wrong with it. I kind of missed that…electricity…between the two of you. Maybe you both need a date night more often.”

After kissing them both again, you climb out of bed and head for the bedroom door, pausing as you turn to face them.

“I hope you know you both can be intimate without me. I genuinely don’t mind. I know you both love me just as much as you love each other.” You flash them one final smile before going down the stairs.

“We don’t deserve her.”, Steve sighs pleasantly as he watches you leave.

“Yeah, we do. Charlie didn’t deserve her. Fucking idiot.” Eddie lays back down, scooting closer to the other boy. “I still think about the first time I talked to her on the stairs outside of the apartment. He was making her feel bad about him not coming to see Dylan. When I opened the door to sit outside and smoke, I just wanted to protect her. I wanted to drive to wherever he was and kick his ass.”

Steve slid a little closer to him till the back of his hand was barely touching his.

“I always think about that night at The Hideout when we surprised her while she was on her date and you played that one AC/DC song for her. When she ran out of that bar…I can’t tell you how happy it made me especially after being away from her for so long. She fucking flew into our arms and I never wanted to let her go.”

“We kind of didn’t.”, he chuckled.

Their fingers intertwined as they turned to smile at each other. Eddie leaned over and brought his lips to his, both men laughing as they pulled away when they heard loud noises downstairs.

“Hey! Are you trying to make everyone lose their hearing?! Turn the tv down!”, Steve hollered over dramatically as they both entered the area.

“Told you.”, you sang from the sink as you washed some dishes you knew the metalhead would need.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you to his chest as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

“Taking more than her share, had me fighting for air She told me to come, but I was already there 'Cause the walls start shaking, the Earth was quaking My mind was aching and we were making it

And you shook me all night long Yeah, you shook me all night long.”

You grinned at the memory as he sang softly in your ear. Steve turned off the water before circling his arms around you both, kissing the top of your head. The sound of tiny feet slapping into the kitchen had you laughing in his chest.

“Daddy! Rara and Din hun-gee!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah ya little butt. Come here.” She giggled as she ran into his arms and he lifted her onto the counter. “You’re going to help me?” Aurora nodded her little head as she waited for instructions.

Steve lifted you into his arms and carried you to the living room, placing you gently on the sofa.

“Did you tell them?”

“I did. They’re pretty excited.”

“I am to.”, Dylan smiled. “Did you guys want to play a game while we wait for breakfast? Especially since now she’s distracted.”

“I’m not really good with games.”

“Uh huh. Making excuses already, Steve Harrington. That’s ok. Dylan and I already know you suck.”

He jokingly scowls in your direction as your son hands you both a controller.

“What are we playing?”

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 5 years ago

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Arcade au part two

summary: can you do a part 2 to the Arcade Au

‘How did it go?’ Is the question Eddie asks first thing after Richie and Luke step back into the house. He has a nonchalant demeanor, but his hands are rubbed red from washing them over one too many times, a nervous tick Eddie has, and it exposes the true concernment Eddie is under.

‘It was alright’, Luke grants, tone bordering on boredom, uncaring about anything that has to do with the subject of Richie. Richie can’t be a hundred percent sure, but he’s pretty confident it’s simply a mask Luke wears to not reveal too much, just like his father did with Richie all the time in Derry. Eddie blanches for a second and then glances at Richie, who’s not succeeding in hiding his content of how the day went, a smile beaming his face and lets a gust of air escape.

‘Great, that’s great.’

Richie is filled to the brim with everything he wants to tell Eddie, but he required to wait until Luke leaves the room. He’s fallentering with three boxes stacked on the others, packed with donuts that Luke enjoys, he went a little overboard, kicking the door shut with his foot. Comically, in what could be an impression of an old tv sketch or a bug bunny cartoon, Richie juggles his way to keep all three boxes off the ground and in his arms. Some of the donuts are getting squashed, but Richie bought so many it’s not terrible to throw a few out. No rewards are granted for his efforts though, Luke and Eddie engaged in their own conversation without so much as a glance at his antics.

‘Your mom called,’ Eddie exclaims, ‘she asked me to ask you if she should pick you up. So you could eat dinner at her house?’

Luke mulls over it, shaking his head with a shrug. ‘Me and Richie already ate actually.’ Richie dares to look sheepish. ‘But we bought dessert I thought we could eat at the dinner table?’

‘Yeah of course,’ Eddie agrees easily, taking mercy on Richie and helping him with one box. ‘In a minute okay?’

‘I’ll be up in my room’, Luke agrees, deeming a goodbye to Richie and gliding up the stairs. The two lovers see him off, smiles never leaving their faces until he’s out of sight and unleashing the inner turmoil once he is.

‘What the fuck Eds? You’re going to skip straight to sweets? Before healthy, actual dinner? You gave me hell for that last week!’

‘You heard my son Rich, he chose to spend more time with us here and not go back to Myra so for once it’s fine. And that’s not important anyway, I’ll live. Tell me how it went? Inform me off all the details.’

‘I – I don’t know.’ He felt so confident a minute before, but now all the overthinking is chipping away at his brain again, nitpicking every small word and body signal Luke could have possibly send off and taking away his foundation of faith involving the situations. The crossing of his legs whilst in the car could signify Luke hating him. Luke’s reassuring words that Richie’s an okay guy with good intention could be a rouse to placate him and then hit him without Richie seeing it coming. Eddie’s apprehension about the situation rubbed off on him.

‘What do you mean you don’t know?’

‘I don’t think he liked me at first, there was a lot – a lot - of animosity but then I think I managed to steer to ship to safety and he ended up enjoying what we did. At least I hope so.’

‘Well what activity did you choose?’

‘Ah- an Arcade.’

‘Richie’, Eddie stated matter of fact, ‘I will kill you in cold blood and hire Stan to help me hide the body.’

Richie laughed besides himself, he fucking loved this man beyond belief. ‘You don’t like my artistic choices Eddie Spagheddie?’

‘No I fucking don’t. Who takes a fifteen year old to an arcade?’

Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales deeply, lips pulled downward in a sour expression. Richie’s heart plummets, the boxes tethering dangerously so hat Richie has no other option but to put them down, then stuffing his pockets full with his hands.

‘I was really trying Eds’, he promises, examining the spot in the carpet he caused by accidentally lighting a fire, in his clumsiness stamping against a candle that fell down and burned a piece of the carpet away. He most likely wasn’t designed for this sort of thing, to father a kid when he had childlike tendencies himself. Who was he kidding in pretending he ever stood a chance?

Eddie trains his gaze back on Richie, wrinkles softening around his eyes. ‘Oh Rich’, he says, so empathetic it burns Richie from the inside, too much and to sweet than he deserves, he needs to get rid of it.

‘Welp, that’s my cue to leave trough the backdoor and never come back, I might go see if I can find your mom somewhere show her a good time’, finger gunning his way to the door, Richie is quick to leave, only to get backtracked by Eddie.

‘No, stay.’ Richie does so immediately, and Eddie’s hand finds his upper back circling around and around to alleviate some tension there. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you feel like you weren’t doing a good job. You are, Luke is just cautious of new people. I’m sure you guys had fun.’

‘He hated me in at the start though, I could tell.’

‘Luke’s a broody teenager whose life recently got uprooted, of course he’s not going to be trilled, but if he truly despised you he wouldn’t hold back, he’s my son remember’, Eddie chuckled, coaxing out a smile on Richie too.

Richie rotates back around, scooping Eddie up in his arms and resting his worries in the middle between them, like Eddie is going to strike it all away in a heartbeat. If Eddie could, he would.

‘What if he doesn’t like me Eds? I really, really want him to like me.’

‘The judgment is still out on that one. But for now you’re okay.’ Luke voices, toying with the app on his phone in order to avoid an awkward conversation. ‘Can we eat desert? I’ve been craving it since Richie stopped to go get them.’

‘Wait, really? You think I’m cool?’

‘Don’t flatter yourself too much old man, I still beat you at the game you said you were best at, but I think you’re okay. Decent enough to date my dad.’

Richie smiles remains on his face even as he nods off to sleep later that night.

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reddie-fangirl24 · 5 years ago

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Meeting (A Reddie/Titanic Crossover)

NOTE: This is for @itfandomprompts Today’s prompt is Crossover. I have been thinking about a Reddie/Titanic scenario for a while. Let me know what you think of this piece. Maybe I will write more. Enjoy!

Running down the decks of the Titanic, his shoes beating against the hardwood, Eddie sobbed. He inadvertently shoved passed other passengers, only angering them. Not one asked if he was okay. A man of his age shouldn’t be crying. Nobody cared! That’s how his life had always been. Eddie just ran, trudging up and down stairwells to other parts of the ship, not going to stop until there was nowhere else to run.

Puffing a gust of smoke, Richie relaxed as he lounged on the third class steerage deck. He needed to get away from it all. Despite being an extrovert who loved to be surrounded by people, Richie enjoyed time alone. Come to think of it, he hadn’t been alone for a long time. Besides, Stanley had eyes for that Patty woman who he met just this morning. And he was the one who said that love, at first sight, didn’t exist.

Staring up at the stars, this all still didn’t feel real. Richie felt as if he’d wake up, back out on the cold, lonely streets of England. It had been years since his parents died. They were 40. Like he was now. No, that was not going to happen to him. He made a promise to his ailing mother to live his best life. He was going to do just that.

Shaking his mind out of those thoughts, Richie needed to wake up to the fact that he was on the Titanic. He was sailing back home to America. There... well, maybe things would get better. For a reason he could never understand, they were never okay. He just had to learn the hard way that living in England was not the right life for him.

Nobody had a sense of humor for a comedian... struggling comedian, like him. At least people admired his drawings.

Just then, Richie heard someone. They quickly ran by, sounding as if they were crying. Sitting up on the bench, Richie noticed a familiar man disappear around a corner.

Eddie ran into the stern’s flagpole, grasping it to hold himself steady, and catch his breath. Taking out his inhaler, he took a breath. It didn’t make him feel better. Hot tears soaked his face.

Picking his head up, Eddie’s eyes hooked onto the Atlantic Ocean slowly moving through the sea. Feeling drawn to it, Eddie slowly paced the last of the deck, until he was gripping the railings on the very end of the Titanic.

“Honestly, Eddie, you’re hardly even a man! Why don’t you grow a backbone... or-or something!”

Or something.

Slowly, with shaking legs, Eddie started climbing up the rail and struggled over to the other side. Eddie gasped nearly misplacing a step. Then again, this was the whole point anyway. Right?

Here he was. Eddie’s back against the railing, facing the dark, ominous ocean. His feet were just clinging to a small section as his hands clasped the bars. He could feel himself sweating, making his hands slippery. His inhaler. The only way he could get into his pocket as if he let go of the railing.

Did water always look this monstrous? How would Eddie know? He’d never been swimming a day in his life. The ship’s propellers were churning in the sea, chopping the water into pieces, but it did not break.

Eddie slowly leaned forward, closing his eyes, slowly loosening his grip.

“Hey! Stop!”

Shooting his head around, Eddie came face to face was a man. Just from his set of clothing, he could instantly tell that he was third class. His hair was a tangled mess of curly black hair. He wore glasses with one broken lens. The man was also taller than he was. Aside from his baggy clothing, the man was quite... handsome. Not to mention, familiar.

“St-Stay back!” Eddie ordered feeling his heart racing. “Don’t come any closer!”

It was definitely the man he saw from afar yesterday. Now that he was closer, Richie noticed the tear streaks covering his face. And he was definitely not dressed for the weather. He almost looked as if he’d been in a fight. No coat, his shirt buttons half-opened, revealing some of his chest, and his bow tie was also tangled around his neck. It was about to fly away at any second due to the wind.

Richie’s heart sunk seeing him this way. The man looked even worse from yesterday. And now here he was. Attempting suicide. There was definitely something wrong.

“You expect me to walk off when you’re going to jump off the stern? Nah, not happening! C’mon, take my hand. I’ll pull you back in,” Richie instructed. He still stood at the distance the man told him.

“No, I mean it!” Eddie shook his head. He lifted his hand for only a second but grasped the railing with white knuckles. His eyes shifted in confusion, panic, and also a light of hope. “I-I’ll let go!”

Eddie turned back to the ocean, again looking down from the sheer height and leaning forward. But, he turned back to the man, wondering why he wasn’t saying anything.

Richie took his cigarette out of his mouth, held it in his hand and gesturing to the frightened man that he was only throwing it overboard. Eddie never took his eyes off the object until it disappeared into the black, rough sea. It was no more.

Then Eddie watched as the man just nonchalantly put his hands inside his pockets and put a foot up against the ship’s anchor sitting close by. He looked as if he were trying to stretch out his leg. If it were Eddie’s imagination it looked as if he were smiling. “No, you won’t.”

Eddie huffed, blood racing into his cheeks, making him flush. Was he egging him on? “What do you mean ‘no, I won’t’? Don’t you tell me what I should or should not do! You don’t know me!” Or did he?

It was evident from the man’s sophisticated language that he was of a higher class. That didn’t make a difference. Lots of people out on the streets knew big words. And some of them never even attended school.

Richie took another little step closer, further intriguing Eddie. “You know, if you really did want to jump, you would have jumped already!”

His hand looked so smooth, so inviting, more welcoming than Myra's forceful, and admittedly beefy hands dragging him everywhere. This man was very respectful. He didn’t even know him.

Eddie shook his head, a tear escaping his eye. “You’re just distracting me! Get away!”

“I can’t, not when I’m involved now,” Richie said to him. “If you let go I’m jumping in there after you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! You’d be killed!” Eddie stated the irony. He stared back down at the ferocious current. He almost forgot about the terror.

Just then, Eddie turned his head, hearing a noise. The man was now taking off his jacket, letting it hang over the ship’s anchor. Now that his coat was off, Eddie could study the man’s frame. His shoulders were muscular. Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off his chest which was slightly revealed. And his arms were... No, he had to focus!

“I’m a good swimmer!” Now he was untying his shoes. “Beat my dad in a swimming race when I was four!”

“The fall alone would kill you,” Eddie went on, his voice shaking, as his impedible doom swamped his mind in all the awful possibilities.

The man hummed, staring at the stars as if he were trying to figure them out. “I don’t know, I’m more worried about that water being so cold,” Richie said with all the fear residing in his voice. Eddie turned to him intrigued. That’s right, he had never been swimming a day in his life. His mother refrained lessons about the ocean, fearing that he could drown even without going swimming.

“How cold is it?” Eddie asked him, curiously. Eddie’s tone almost sounded like a child.

“Pretty damn freezing,” Richie answered nodding his head, looking down at the water. “Ever uh... been to Maine?”

Maine. “Huh?”

“Maine. It’s that state that’s right at the top of...”

“I know where Maine is!” Eddie snapped at him. For some reason, Eddie didn’t want to think about Maine right now. Why?

The man recoiled a bit from his sharp tone, startled. Oh no, please don’t leave! Having this man concerned for his own sake when he had no idea who he was, warmed Eddie’s heart.

“Sorry, you just seemed more of the indoor type of guy,” Richie apologized. Eddie’s heart stung at the remark. Now he was going to make judgments, too?

“Anyway, I grew up in Derry, Maine,” Richie hesitated before going into a story. “Well, when I was a kid, we uh, lived close to this lake. And well, long story short, I fell through the ice when I was thirteen.” He stared into Eddie’s immense brown eyes. “That water plus this great beauty... it punctures you like a thousand knives all over your body. You can’t breathe, or think... at least nothing besides the pain.”

What was Eddie even doing? Eddie’s entire body was shaking, feeling the cold.

“Which is why I don’t want to jump in there after you. But, I don’t have a choice. I guess I’m kinda hoping that you’d rethink this, come back over the rail, and get my ass off the hook.”

Eddie giggled. Was that his own laugh? The man stared at him, chuckling, too.

“You’re crazy!” Eddie said to him half smiling.

Richie leaned forward, his own blue eyes capturing Eddie’s soul. “I might be crazy, but I’m not the one hanging off the back of a ship.”

Eddie frowned, having forgotten about the situation.

A hand fell in his line of vision. The soft, welcoming hand. “Come on. You don’t want to do this. Gimme your hand.”

Slowly unfastening his hand from the railing, Eddie took the man’s hand and turned himself back around, slowly, now face to face with the man who sighed in relief.

“There we go! Names Richie Tozier!”

Eddie smiled, now having a better view of the man’s charming face. “Eddie Kaspbrak-Bennington.”

Richie snickered. “Can you write that down for me? Now come on, get back over here, you!”

Feeling an immense, and yet overwhelming, feeling of contentedness, Eddie started to climb the railing.

Unbeknownst that Eddie’s own shoelace had come untied, Eddie slipped falling over the edge! Richie caught him just in time, practically having the wind knocked out of him as he slammed hard against the railings. Eddie’s piercing screams of terror sounded over the boat deck, alerting officers.

“I’ve got you, Eddie! I won’t let go!” Richie yelled, pulling with all his might. “You gotta pull yourself up!”

“I can’t!” Eddie cried, struggling to find some sort of grip. He was just dangling over the bold letters of the Titanic’s name. The water crashed against the ship, shriveling up in the propellers.

“Yes, you can!” Richie encouraged him.

Nobody ever encouraged him before. Suddenly finding strength, Eddie caught his hand on the edge of the ship where he’d just been standing and managed to pull himself up. He only slipped once more. Not giving in, Eddie tried again for his own sake, having no desire to end his life anymore. Slowly, but surely, both Eddie and Richie worked together until Eddie was close enough for Richie to grab him and safely pull him back over onto the deck of the ship.

The position they landed in was quite embarrassing, with Richie on top of Eddie, his arms still around him. Eddie had just about passed out from the shock. Richie gasped. Not at the approaching officers, but at this vague memory from when he was a kid. This man... was he...

Recognizing Eddie as a first-class passenger, Eddie was still in a daze, slowly comprehending everything as the officers sat him up and walked him over to the benches, giving him a blanket.

Keeping a close watch on Eddie, Richie was kept aside until Myra and Eddie’s mother showed up to the scene. Immediately Eddie’s mother fell to her knees, shrieking at Eddie in hysterics. Amused at the way she was acting, even asking if he scraped his knees, the woman was acting as if Eddie were a child. Once the officers alerted them of what they had seen, right when Eddie’s mother was going to give Richie a piece of his mind, Myra shoved right passed her and blew up, shouting in Richie’s face.

“What in the world were you thinking?! You just wanted to attack my husband and throw him over the ship?!”

Richie briefly glanced at Eddie, who was shivering from the fear and the cold. His mother still had an arm around his shoulder, pushing his hand into her chest.

“Look at me when I am yelling at you!” The woman was shorter than him, and yet she shoved her face into his, spit flying off her mouth.

“I am!”

“Now you're going to talk down to a lady? I want to know why you attacked him! Sure, Eddie is not the most masculine of men you’d ever see, but that gives you no right to attack him! Why you should be clapped in irons for the rest of the voyage...”

“Myra,” Eddie interrupted her rage. He stood up on his shaking legs, kept the blanket wrapped around himself and walked forward. Myra stared at him angrily, like a bull. Eddie was also taller than her. She was ten times his own body-mass, that was for sure. It was a funny image to Richie who was trying to hold back a snicker.

“I was studying the propellers,” Eddie said, nervously smiling as if nothing had happened.

“What?” His mother asked, confused.

“Um... I-I was trying to surmise the propellers, and I had leaned too far over the railings. If it weren’t for Mr. Tozier, I would have fallen overboard!”

Myra just stared at him as if he were out of his mind, as did his mother. “Eddie, that is the stupidest thing you've ever done!”’

“And dangerous. Eddie, what have I told you about leaning too far over?” His mother chimed in. “You should never have left the dinner table without us!”

Ashamed, Eddie nodded in agreement, briefly staring at Richie.

Myra calmed down and chuckled. She gave Eddie’s shoulder a pat, rather roughly. Eddie could have fallen to the ground. “You and your fixations with machinery, Eddie! I swear you'd lose your head if it weren’t glued on.”

“Well, I guess the boy is a hero!” An officer declared, letting Richie loose.

“That he is,” Eddie’s mother remarked with little emotion. She eyed him, disapprovingly. Richie swore that he recognized that look.

“Well, I suppose you could go with a reward. Eddie, you wouldn’t have a twenty on you by chance, would you?” Myra asked him so cheerfully.

Richie laughed. “That’s the going rate for the man you love?” he teased.

Myra eyed Richie, sinisterly. Wow, this woman really looked like the woman who he assumed with Eddie’s mom. Were they twins?

“He does make a fair point,” Eddie spoke softly. Immediately he shrunk inside the blanket upon seeing a death glare from his mother and Myra, averting his gaze.

Myra’s scowl turned to a cruel smile, sliding her cold hand across Eddie’s cheek, almost painfully pinching as if he were a child. “Ah, you’re displeased, huh, Eddie? Well, what to do now?” Her voice was almost singing, making her disgust known.

“How about dinner tomorrow evening?” Eddie’s mother suggested, with a grim smile.

“Yes, dinner in the first class! Wouldn’t that be nice?” Myra chimed in with the same mocking tone as everyone else. “Why don’t you regale us all with stories of your adventures?”

Richie looked at Eddie. His brown immense eyes lit up under the stars. It was hard not to look at him.

Richie shrugged. “Sure, count me in.”

“Good! Now let’s go inside! It’s freezing out here!” Myra lamented, clapping her hands together and blowing against them, creating heat. “Eddie, could I take that blanket from you?”

“You got a fur coat on!” Richie confronted, turning up his nose.

She turned back staring at Richie with this intense expression. Eddie looked worried. The man was not afraid to speak out. Eddie wished he could do that.

“Funny how your shoes are untied,” Myra remarked quietly right in his face. Richie glanced down. Shit! But, then the woman made a reminiscent smile of someone he once knew. “Hiding any secrets are we?”

Secrets...

Richie shivered, grasping the bench trying to hold himself up.

Myra noted Richie’s reaction and smiled in her victory. She then walked off, her nose high in the air, with Eddie’s mother in tow. The officers also left the scene.

“Are you alright?” A concerned Eddie asked, holding the blanket around his lean shivering shoulders.

Richie caught himself, trying to make his voice calm, and standing tall. “Yeah.”

“Eddie!” Myra called out to him, making Eddie jump.

“Come along, dear, before you catch a cold!” His mother concluded.

Eddie nodded in gratitude to Richie, wanting to say so much. “I have to go. I will see you tomorrow evening?”

“Yeah. See yah, Eds!” Richie playfully saluted him.

Eddie smiled. His cheeks flushed. “Good night, Mr. Tozier.”

Snorting, Richie shook his head. “We’re the same age, man! Just call me Richie!”

Embarrassed, Eddie smiled. “Richie.”

Richie watched the man disappear inside. He finally relaxed against the bench. What a night. What did this mean? It was the same warm feeling he had when he was with... him. No, he was not. Richie doubted that this man would even show up tomorrow. But, he hoped that he would.

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