#i made this for the sweet moment of eddie taking care of his son and absolutely no other reason

[emziess]

There. See? Good as new. 9-1-1, S08E13

[allthingssteddie]

Steve Harrington ruined his life. according to Eddie If he wasn't so kind to him, he wouldn't be in this mess. If he wasn't so sweet, listening to him ramble on about his problems, he wouldn't have let his guard down. If he wasn't so gentle, letting him stay over at his house after he had nightmares, he wouldn't have felt so safe. And if he wasn't so warm, holding him as he slept, he wouldn't be pregnant with his child now.

Eddie sat down in the back of the stadium in the high school gym, his usual spot, far away from prying eyes. At first, he was okay with keeping his relationship with Steve, the team captain, a secret. Steve wanted to maintain his "king" status, after all.

But now, Eddie felt like Steve's dirty little secret

As the game ended, the guys lingered, patting Steve on the back and congratulating him on a good game. Eddie couldn't wait any longer. "Steve, can I talk to you?" he asked.

Tommy sneered. "What does the freak want with you?" he said, blocking Steve like a guard dog.

Steve pushed Tommy aside. "Shut up Tommy , or I'll kick your ass."

Tommy looked betrayed. "What the hell, Steve?"

Steve rolled his eyes. "Let's go," he said to Eddie, pulling him into a empty hallway.

"What's up, baby?"

"I'm pregnant," Eddie said, his voice flat.

"What?" Steve laughed nervously, as if hoping it was some kind of joke.

"You heard me," Eddie said, his expression stiff.

Steve's laughter died on his lips as he sat down on the ground, a look of utter disbelief etched on his face.

"Are you keeping it?" Steve asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Eddie's eyes flashed with outrage. "Are you seriously asking me that?"

Steve's face fell, and he looked up at Eddie. "I thought you were on the pill, Ed. What happened?"

"I am, I mean I was... I must have missed a day or two. It was an honest mistake, Steve," Eddie said, his voice shaking with emotion.

Steve's face crumpled as he looked away, tears streaming down his cheeks. "This can't be happening," he whispered. "We're not ready for this. We're still in high school."

Eddie felt a pang of sadness as he looked at Steve, seeing the fear and uncertainty etched on his face. He knelt down beside Steve, putting a hand on his shoulder. "We'll figure this out, Together."

Steve's eyes widened in panic. "I can't, Eddie. My dad will kill me. He'll send me away somewhere... and God, what will people think?"

Eddie's face darkened with anger as he stood up, his voice rising . "That's what you really care about, huh? Your reputation? Perfect alpha king Steve?"

Steve's eyes widened in alarm as he jumped up, trying to shush Eddie. "Eddie, please,” he whispered, attempting to hold his hand.

But Eddie was having none of it. He pushed Steve against the wall, his eyes blazing with anger and hurt. Then, he turned and ran away, leaving Steve stunned and alone.

Eddie burst through the front door his trailer, tears streaming down his face. He collapsed onto the couch, burying his face in a pillow.

Wayne, who was sitting in his favorite armchair, immediately got up and rushed to Eddie's side. "Hey, son, what's wrong?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

Eddie sniffled and sat up, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Wayne's expression softened, and he wrapped Eddie in a warm hug.

After a few moments, Wayne pulled back, his eyes flashing with anger. "I'll kill him," he seethed, his fists clenched.

Ready to run out the door, Eddie quickly grabbed Wayne's arm, holding him back. "No, uncle wayne, don't. Just leave it alone, okay?"

Months went by, and Steve's attempts to reach out to Eddie were met with silence. One day, he saw his chance, but just as he approached, Gareth appeared out of nowhere, blocking Steve's path.

"Hey, Eddie ," Jeff said, appearing at Eddie's side. "Let's get out of here."

As Jeff led Eddie away, Steve caught a whiff of something that made his heart sink the scent of a distressed omega. It was Eddie's scent, and it broke Steve's heart.

"You can't take a hint, Harrington," Gareth sneered, his small omega frame trying to appear intimidating. "Eddie wants nothing to do with you."

Steve held back, not wanting to appear threatening. "Gareth, please...just tell him I'm sorry. Ask him to talk to me."

Gareth's expression was adamant . "It's not happening."

Steve pleaded with Gareth. "Come on, please...just ask him."

Gareth's expression didn't waver, but Steve detected a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "Please, Gareth," Steve whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I need to talk to him. I need to make things right."

Steve's desperation was evident. In his shaking voice.

Gareth sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. "I'll talk to him, Steve. But I'm not promising anything."

Steve's heart leapt with hope. "Thank you, Gareth. Thank you."

As Gareth turned to leave, Steve called out again. "Gareth?"

He turned back, his eyes questioning.

"Tell him...tell him I love him," Steve said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I'm sorry. So sorry."

Gareth's expression softened, and he nodded before disappearing into the crowd.

A week went by before Eddie finally called Steve, his voice tight with anger. "Leave my friends out of this, Steve. They don't need to be involved in our mess.

Steve was desperate. "Please, Eddie, just meet me somewhere. We need to talk."

Eddie hesitated, then agreed to meet Steve at the old farmhouse on the outskirts of town. It was a place they used to break into, smoking and laughing together.

As Eddie pulled up to the farmhouse, he felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him. "Why are we here?" he asked Steve, who was waiting for him on the porch.

Steve's face lit up with excitement. "I bought this place," he said, leading Eddie inside.

Eddie's eyes widened in surprise. "How can you even afford it?"

Steve's smile faltered for a moment. "I used my college fund."

Eddie's expression turned disapproving. "Steve, you shouldn't have—"

But Steve interrupted him. "Eddie, please, just look around with me. I promise you'll like it."

Eddie sighed, then nodded. "Well go ahead."

Steve's face lit up again, and he led Eddie deeper into the farmhouse.

The interior was a mess, but Eddie could see that Steve had been trying to fix it up there was a fresh coat of paint on the walls and could see that he cleaned up that trash that piled up everywhere.

As they walked through the rooms, Steve pointed out different features, that he added. Then, they entered a small room that was half painted looking like he ran out. An old crib sat in the center, surrounded by stuffed animals.

Steve's eyes sparkled. "I found this in my attic," he said, running his hand over the crib. "It was mine when I was a baby."

Eddie's heart skipped a beat as Steve showed him the stuffed animals, each one carefully preserved. It warmed his heart

The anger was still there but , but for the first time in weeks, Eddie felt a glimmer of hope.

"It needs a lot more work, I know," Steve said, his eyes scanning the room as if envisioning the possibilities. "But I see something here, Eddie. Something special. A place where we can start over, build something new together."

Steve's words hung in the air, filled with a sense of longing and possibility. Eddie felt his heart stir, his mind racing with the implications of what Steve was proposing.

Eddie wasn't sure what to say. He was still hurt by Steve, and the wounds of their breakup felt raw and tender. He didn't know if he was ready to forgive Steve, or if he even wanted to.

"I don't know, Steve," Eddie said finally, his voice cautious. "I need time to think."

Steve nodded, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. "I understand, Eddie. But please, think about it. I love you, and I'm so sorry for what I did. I'll give you all the time you need."

Steve's voice cracked with emotion, and he took a step back, giving Eddie space. Eddie could see the sincerity in Steve's eyes, and it made his heart ache.

Eddie looked away, trying to process his emotions. He could feel Steve's gaze on him, but he didn't know what to say. He needed time to think, to figure out if he could ever trust Steve again.

"I'll call you," Eddie said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Steve nodded, his face etched with disappointment. "Okay," he said. "I'll be waiting."

Eddie turned and walked away, leaving Steve standing alone in the old farmhouse. He could feel Steve's eyes on him, watching him go, but he didn't look back.

After a months of silence , Eddie finally called Steve. "Hey," he said, his voice soft.

"Hey," Steve replied, his tone cautious.

They talked for hours, catching up on everything they'd missed. Steve told Eddie about his progress on the farmhouse, and Eddie shared what was going on with him

As they talked, Eddie realized that he still had feelings for Steve. He'd been hurt, but Steve's apology and efforts to make amends had touched his heart.

"I want to see you," Eddie said finally.

Steve's voice lit up. "I'll meet you."

They met at the farmhouse, and Steve took Eddie on a tour of the renovations. Eddie was amazed at the progress Steve had made, and he couldn't help but feel really proud of him.

As they stood in the kitchen, Steve turned to Eddie and took his hand. "I'm so sorry again for what I did," he said, his eyes shining with tears.

Eddie's heart melted at that. "I forgive you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Steve's face lit up, and he pulled Eddie into a tight hug. They stood there for a long time, holding each other, the tension and hurt of the past few months melting away.

As they pulled back, Steve smiled. "I love you," he said.

Eddie's heart skipped a beat. "I love you too," he replied.

And with that, they would raised their little girl and live a long happy life together.

[ladykailitha]

The Au Pair Boy Part 7

Hello! I hope you all are having a good holiday season! We're back with a little bit of this wonderful AU.

In this we have Wayne to the rescue and they finally get some cleaners in.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

~

Joan was in full meltdown. Of the two girls Steve thought would get there first he would have put good money on it being Janice. Joan was a sweet girl and had an emotional maturity that extended well beyond her tender age of four.

But holy hell was she acting her age today.

All because she thought that Janice’s husky plushie was her Mr. Puff and Stuff and wanted him back. Not even showing her that Mr. Puff and Stuff was free and able to for her to hold did the screaming even once slacken.

And of course, Janice wasn’t going to give up her toy, no matter how loud her sister screamed, so Steve was faced with a screaming child, a migraine coming on, and no relief in sight. Chrissy had gone out to LA for some fiddly contract stuff she couldn’t do over the phone, and he didn’t want to bother Eddie for something he absolutely should be able handle.

“Joan Marie Munson!” a voice came from the front door. “What the hell are you screamin’ for?”

The screaming stopped in a surprise hiccup. Joan sat up from having thrown herself at the floor and stuck her thumb in her mouth.

“Grampa Wayne?” she hiccuped, tears still streaming down her face.

Steve turned to see a man in his early fifties, leaning heavily on a cane. He was thin and wiry but hinted a strength that was only temporarily made low. So this was the famous Uncle Wayne.

The man turned to Steve. “Are you okay, son? You look a bit green around the gills.”

Steve tried to nod, but he swayed on his feet, he caught himself on a nearby table to stop himself from going down. “I get migraines sometimes.”

Wayne looked down at his granddaughter and then back up at Steve. “If you’ll grab the other wayward heathen and bring her here, I can spell you for a bit while you take care of that head. You’re no good to them like this.”

Steve nodded and went in search of the non-screaming toddler. He found her in her bedroom with headphones on.

He tapped on her head to get her attention. She looked up at him for a moment and lifted one side of the headphones.

“Whoa!” Janice muttered. “She finally stopped screaming?”

Steve fought to hide a grin. “That’s because there is someone special to see you.” He waited for to her put down her iPad and headphone, before taking her hand and leading her out to the front room where Joan had been having her meltdown.

“Grampa Wayne!” Janice cried and ran up to him, careful of his cane.

“Hey there, Peaches!” Wayne greeted with his arms open wide. “You want to hang out with Grampa while Steve goes and has a lie down?”

Janice looked back at Steve and then stage whispered. “Is he going to throw up?”

Steve chuckled. “I really, really hope not. But laying down should help prevent that.”

Janice nodded solemnly and then turned back to Wayne. “Why did it take you so long to visit? Don’t you love us anymore?”

“Oh Peaches,” Wayne said softly, “Of course I do. I was in the hospital getting better. I know your daddy told you that. I fell and hurt myself, remember?”

She tilted her head to the side and asked, “What’s a hospital?”

Wayne laughed out loud. “It’s where people go to get better or for people to give birth or for people who need rest before they leave this world. But for me, it’s where I went when I broke my hip.”

The little girl nodded solemnly even though Steve was sure she still didn’t understand. Steve waved at Wayne and then slipped away to his bedroom. He took his strongest pain killers and flopped face first onto the mattress.

~

The light had changed by the time Steve was able to move again. The sleep plus the lack of screaming had gone a long way to making the headache a dull roar. He drank some more water and went downstairs.

In the kitchen he found the three of them chowing down on some pizza.

Wayne looked up at him with a smile. “I saved a couple for ya. The little misses told me you prefer the cheese or the pepperoni, so I put a couple of each aside.”

Steve smiled tiredly at the two girls. “Thank you, Joanie and Janie. I appreciate you looking out for me.”

Wayne huffed out a small laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone stand on ceremony with a couple of toddlers before. Sit down, before ya fall over.”

Steve did as he was told and pulled out the slices of pizza, piling them on his plate. He took a huge bite of the cheese and nearly moaned from the sheer taste of gooey, greasy goodness. He polished off a slice in no time at all.

When he saw Wayne looking at him with a raised eyebrow, he blushed. “I hadn’t eaten all day because my migraines come with nausea.”

“Ah,” Wayne said with a slow nod. “Fair enough.” He turned to the girls. “If you’re done go get cleaned up. And I mean hands and faces!”

The girls ran off, leaving the men alone with their food.

“Janie and Joanie really like you,” Wayne said after a moment. “They couldn’t stop talking about you. The songs you sing to them to go to sleep. The trips you’ve taken them on. Apparently Joanie got a stuffed otter and named it Water?”

Steve huffed a laugh at that last one. “Insisted upon it, in fact. I had to pull her away from the otter tank to go see other animals. Janie got an alligator named Snappy so...I figured it was a bit of ‘six of one and half a dozen of the other.’ They’re good kids.”

“That first week must have been rough,” Wayne commiserated.

“It certainly had its up and downs but we made it through okay,” Steve said, picking up another slice off his plate.

“You don’t have to sing your praises to me, kid,” Wayne huffed, shaking his head. “I know what little nightmares they can be.” He leaned forward and looked Steve directly in the eye. “I won’t go tattling to Eddie about nothing, you hear?

Steve half shrugged. “You’ll pardon me if I take that with a grain of salt. I’ve had far too many relatives or friends of the parents tell me that, only to be fired a week later from what they repeated back.”

Wayne leaned back and slowly licked the top row of his teeth. “So I’m going to have to work to get your trust. That’s fine. I know what a frightened animal looks like when I see one.”

Steve frowned and tilted his head. “I’m not frightened.”

Wayne chuckled. “Sure you are. You think I’m going to tattle to Eddie and you’ll lose the job you clearly love. It’s clear that at least a majority of your previous clients didn’t have faith in you or your abilities and were looking for every excuse to get rid of ya.”

Steve set his pizza on his plate and shoved his hands between his thighs. “I guess that’s true.”

“I’m telling you, you have nothing to fear from me,” Wayne said with a chuckle. “Especially since my Ed has been singing your praises every time we talk. Which is fairly often. Not every day, but near enough.”

Steve looked up at him in shock. “Wait, really?”

Wayne cocked his head to side and then shook his head. “Yes, really. But I can tell this tour is really helping him get a proper perspective on his life right now. He really likes the people you hired to take care of the outside of the house. He also tells me you’ve been holding off on hiring cleaners and a cook. Is that right?”

Steve shrugged. “I mean, there are only three of us, I really don’t need someone cooking when I do that just fine on my own. And I’m looking for a cleaner, but like the pool cleaners it appears this address has been black listed due to Ethan getting frisky.”

Wayne winced. Ethan had been the best thing that had ever happened to Eddie and then he became the worst. He wouldn’t even tell Eddie why he had done it. Just signed everything away like the last ten years had meant nothing.

“I know you think you’ve got meals on lock,” he hedged, “but wouldn’t it be easier to deal with the girls if you could focus on them all the time?”

“Ah.” Steve put his hands flat on either side of his plate and looked Wayne in the eye. “Cooking is my ‘me time’ and it allows to decompress and sort through the problems of the day. It’s my happy place.”

Wayne opened his mouth to reply but the girls came back, hands and face still wet. Steve sighed and grabbed a nearby towel and dried them off. Wayne smiled at him. The kid would do just fine.

~

Steve didn’t mind giving work to locals and newcomers, but it was hard to tell how good of work they would do and it made him nervous. But he was out of options and so Mayfield Maids it was.

When the two ‘maids’ showed up, it took him everything in his power not to smack his forehead right then and there. It was a blonde woman and her very red-headed fifteen year old. The woman introduced herself as Susan and the red-head as Max. Her real name was Maxine but she promised to kick anyone who called her that.

“Right,” Steve said instead of responding to that pronouncement, “so the owner isn’t home right now, I am the...” he looked around to make sure the girls weren’t in hearing distance, “nanny. The kids I work with don’t like the term so I use au pair.”

The two shared a glance and he sighed. “I know, I know. But the kids are four and won’t get the reference for many a year. Anyway. So anything to left of the front door is off limits until the owner gets home, but the rest of the house is for you to clean. You won’t need to clean the girls’ room or mine.”

Susan nodded. “Just show us where we need to go and we’ll do the rest.”

“Right this way!” Steve said brightly trying to inject some kind of cheer because they both seemed very...dour.

But then again they did clean rich assholes’ houses for a living so he supposed it was to be expected. He showed them around the house and pointed out which rooms specifically they were to avoid.

“That might change when the owner arrives,” Steve concluded. “But for right now, they’re locked up and he’s the one with the key, the fingerprint, and the biometric scan...”

Max blinked. “Oh. Wow. Who needs that kind of security in their house?”

“The lead singer and frontman for Corroded Coffin,” Steve said dryly. Susan blinked at him in confusion as Max stared at him in open-mouthed shock. “It’s a famous metal band,” he explained.

“Hell yeah it is,” Max cried. “We get to clean his house? That is fucking cool. Do you think he’d sign my skateboard when he gets back?”

Steve laughed. “Sure. He’s already letting the other fifteen years old who are working with their older family members play D&D here, so I’m sure he’d be happy to sign something for you.”

Just then Wayne walked out of the kitchen, sandwich in hand. He stopped in his tracks when he realized they had company.

“Oh I’m sorry,” he said after gulping down the mouth of food. “I forgot you lot were coming today. I’ll just be in Ed’s office if you need me.”

Steve shook his head. “I told you didn’t have to stay. Eddie will be home in a couple more weeks. I am paid to watch the girls.”

Wayne smiled. “It’s just for a couple more days, I haven’t seen the girls in so long, I thought it would be nice to give them some time together and you a little bit of breathing room.”

“Well thank you,” Steve said sincerely. “It’s made it easier to find the help we need.” He turned back to Susan and Max. “You may start cleaning. I understand you are paid by the hour and that it is a large house, but please try your best to drag it out.”

Wayne slipped away as Susan made her assurances that they would take only as long as it needed.

Later when Steve was passing the kitchen looking for a toy Joan swore she left in the front room he happened to overhear Max and Susan talking.

“That was kinda rude of him,” Max groused, “to imply that we would drag it out to get better pay.”

“I didn’t take offense,” Susan said kindly. “I looked up the owner while you were setting up the mop bucket and his partner did some pretty messed up things and then left all this behind. I’m sure Steve is just echoing the sentiments of Mr. Munson.”

It was a quiet for a moment. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Plus he seemed nice enough up to that point. So I guess I’ll give him a pass. Just this once though.”

“That’s sooo gracious of you,” Susan said dryly. “Now go empty that bucket, we’re done here.”

Steve moved along after that. He shouldn’t have been eavesdropping in the first place. But it was nice of Susan to stick up for him. He knew they were going to work out just fine.

~

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

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Coup d'etat

Rated: E

Words: 999

Tags: Mafia AU; dark Eddie Munson; intrigue; blood and violence; bondage; nudity; explicit sexual content; consensual non-con

“Nice pool,” Eddie drawls, walking back from the patio into the house. “Could’ve made a bit more of an effort to clean it. I said to leave the place as you’d like to find it, Dick.”

Richard Harrington’s eyes scream bloody murder, but he doesn’t dare speak. Jeff and Frank have him flanked on either side, guns ready in their holsters, and Gareth is manning the door. Just a precaution. Harrington has been in the business for long enough to know he has lost. All of his most loyal henchmen are dead or on the run, and the more fickle ones have joined Eddie’s side.

“Aw, don’t pout.” Eddie pats the man's cheek jovially. “This is just how it works. Survival of the fittest and all that. Now, I believe that concludes our little tour of the house? Or am I forgetting something?” 

Harrington’s face twitches. Jeff laughs and rolls his eyes. 

“The bedroom, Eddie?”

“Ah, of course!” Eddie snaps his fingers, like he only just remembered. “Shall we, gentlemen?”

*

A giant bed dominates the far wall of the master bedroom. On the mattress, wrists tied to the headboard, is a boy. The soft, muted light glows off his naked skin. 

“Ah,” Eddie mutters. “That’s what I’m talking about. Turns out you can follow directions.”

Harrington says nothing. The boy, who stopped tearing at his restraints when he heard the door open, stares at him with wide, panicked eyes. 

“Dad? What- … Who are those people?”

Eddie coos. With a few long strides, he’s at the bed, sinking down onto the mattress. One of his hands finds the boy’s bare ankle, sliding up his leg to a firm, freckled thigh.

“Aw, darling. He didn’t tell you?” 

“Tell me what? Leave me alone, perv!”

The boy tries to shy away from his touch, but he doesn’t get far, bound in place as he is. Eddie chuckles. 

“Shhh, honey,” he scolds, cradling that pretty face with both hands. “It's okay. The name's Eddie, I work for your dad. Well, worked.”

The boy blinks at him, hazel eyes large and confused. Eddie laughs softly.

“See, the firm’s under new management. My management, to be more specific. I’m trying to keep it minimum bloodshed, so your old man’s gonna make himself scarce and I’ve agreed not to bother him. In return, I get to keep this fine house … and everything in it.” 

Understanding dawns in those pretty eyes. 

“No! Don't- don't touch me. Stay away from me.” 

Eddie makes a soft shushing sound and wipes the first tears away as they spill over.

“Oh no, sweet thing. It’ll be alright, I promise. I’ll take such good care of- wait a sec.” 

Because one of his hands has just slipped up to the boy's temple, fingers carding through thick, chestnut hair - only to come away red and sticky. The boy flinches, but Eddie grabs his jaw, holding him in place so that he can comb his hair aside. There’s a large, bleeding bruise on his temple. For a moment, the only sound in the room is that of the boy's hitched breathing. 

“Dick?” Eddie growls. “Explain this?” 

“He fought back,” Harrington mutters defiantly. “What was I supposed-” 

Eddie has him up against the wall, gun to his throat, before he can finish the sentence. 

“Are you kidding me? Trying to slip me damaged goods? I should fucking kill you, you son of a-” 

“Eddie,” Frank mutters. “C'mon, man.”  

Eddie blinks. 

“Right,” he says. “Get him out of my sight.” 

Relief washes over Harrington’s face as the gun disappears from his throat - only to be replaced by incredulous horror a second later, when Eddie holds out his hand before his face, palm up. 

“Go on, Dick. It's traditional, right? A sign of respect.”

Harrington growls. His hands curl into fists. Eddie smirks, raising an expectant eyebrow. Then, quickly, as if the touch will burn him, Harrington bows his head and kisses Eddie’s rings. 

“Not so hard, was it?” Eddie calls after him as he is escorted out. The door clicks shut. 

Eddie's smile slips. 

“Shit, Stevie,” he breathes. He's back on the bed in an instant, tilting the boy's head with gentle fingers to look at the injury. “What'd you go and do that for? I told you not to fight.” 

“And I told you it had to look convincing,” Steve retaliates. “Was I just supposed to let them tie me up and tear off my clothes and thank them for it?” 

Eddie's mouth twists into a grin. 

“We both know that's how you like it, honey.” 

He leans in, claiming those plush lips for a long, filthy kiss. Steve puts up a brief symbolic struggle, but Eddie growls warningly and slips a hand between his legs, and his protests turn into the sweetest little moans. Eddie only allows them to part once they're both out of breath and Steve is starting to buck and grind in his hold.

“Everything went well, then?” Steve asks. His voice is hoarse and raspy, and he needs to stop halfway through for another moan. “The- … the security codes all worked?” 

“Flawlessly, you sly little minx,” Eddie murmurs. He bites down on the perfect stretch of that long throat, rolls Steve’s balls in his hand, and delights in the full-body shiver it gets him. “That old asshole didn’t know what hit him.” 

Steve lets out a breathy laugh, rolling his hips to meet Eddie’s touch. 

“Good. Now untie me, so we can celebrate.” 

“Oh?” Eddie smirks, crawling further down and leaving a trail of biting kisses all over the soft skin of Steve’s chest and stomach. “But I am celebrating already.” 

Steve groans. “Eddie, c’mon!” 

“Ah-ah-ah, Stevie. There’s people out there who think I’m gonna ravage you tonight,” Eddie tuts, grabbing the boy’s twitching hips and blowing a warm stream of air on that pretty, flushed cock. Steve fucking mewls. The sound is like the sweetest music. “Be a good boy now. Gotta make it convincing, no?”

Part 2

More celebration ficlets

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

A/N: I finished this sweet little one shot I found in my drafts. ❤️

Wayne Munson stared at his nephew's hospital bed. He never really felt his age, not around his nephew. Eddie always somehow managed to bring out the rambunctious side that once belonged to his youth. He was quick to his snapbacks and wasn't afraid to wrestle with him a time or too. Sitting in this chair, however, Wayne felt every bit his age and then some. It was times like these with Eddie that made him feel old, and it was worse now.

"You better not leave me alone, boy," Wayne whispered gruffly.

"Wayne?"

He looked over his shoulder, and his heart leaped at the sight of the woman he once loved walking through the door of the hospital room. Shit, maybe he still loved her. Her smile, though tentative, was still sweeter than pumpkin pie. Wayne loved pumpkin pie. Claudia was still as beautiful as the day he met her. He wondered if she was still a Henderson or if she finally divorced that no good husband of hers. When he met her, she was still Claudia Jackson, the sweetest girl in all of Hawkins. She wasn't afraid of giving away her heart more than once to anyone who she felt deserved it, and she wasn't afraid of befriending anyone, even if it might cause her grief. Although there were risks in that, she wasn't afraid of taking those either.

"Hey, punkin," Wayne said, giving her a crooked grin.

"Wayne," Claudia said, and he was pleased to see that he could still make her blush so prettily.

"When did you get back to Hawkins?" He asked.

"Quite a few years ago," Claudia said, looking at her feet in shame. "I would have contacted you, but to be honest, I was afraid."

"I was never upset with you for choosing him, Claudia. He was sick, what were you supposed to do? You loved him too," Wayne said. "Just disappointed in the situation, is all."

"I know," she said softly.

"How is Walt?" Wayne asked.

"Gone. Left before we moved back to Hawkins," Claudia said.

"We?" Wayne asked.

"I have a son. Dustin. Your boy took him under his wing this year," Claudia said. "I'm very grateful to him."

"He's a good boy," Wayne sniffled. "School's always been hard for him. It's going to be even harder for him now that they think he's a murder. They cleared him, but you know how it is. The public's opinion has always been the hardest to clear."

Claudia moved closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I never believed it for a second," Claudia replied.

"What if he doesn't wake up?" Wayne sobbed, and he collapsed in Claudia's arms.

And it was like the past twenty years hadn't happened. She was here and holding him tightly. It was like time hadn't passed at all. He spent most of his energy crying in her arms, and he's not sure when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, he was reclining back in the hospital chair with a blanket draped over him. Claudia walked back in a few moments later. He thought he had dreamed her up there for a second. She was wearing nurses' scrubs. Shit, maybe he was still dreaming.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, old man," she said teasingly. "I work here as a nurse."

"How did you -?"

"Twenty years is a long time, but I like to think that I still know you," Claudia said softly.

"You were always good at taking care of other people," he replied.

"So were you, always taking care of that brother of yours and Elizabeth," Claudia and started pushing Eddie's hair back. "I hear a lot of people say that he looks a lot like his daddy, but I see a lot of Elizabeth in him too. I always thought so since he was a baby. I always liked Elizabeth. I was sad to hear that she passed. I would have come then, but Dusty was a sick baby, and I'm not sure what stopped me after."

"You're here now," Wayne said softly. "Please, don't leave again, punkin. I know it's been twenty years, but I never stopped loving you. Choose me this time. I ain't asking for much, just whatever you can give me. I know I can't give you a whole lot. . ."

"Nothing can keep me away from you, Wayne Munson," Claudia said. "Not ever again."

"Not even cats?" Wayne asked.

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," she teased.

Wayne chuckled and took her hand, pressing a hard but loving kiss to it.

"You know anything about the Harrington boy that's been patrolling the halls?" He asked.

"Oh, that's Steve. He's as good as my son, too, as well as Sue and Charles Sinclair's son. His parents, well, they're about as reliable as Al," Claudia said. "He's a good boy, and he's been a good older brother to Dusty. To all the kids."

"There's something in his eyes, though," Wayne said, his eyes wandering over to Eddie. "I'm not sure if I should say."

"Sometimes, things don't need to be said for someone to understand," Claudia said, her eyes twinkling delightfully. "I hope it all works out for them."

"Me too," Wayne said softly.

It was during that moment when Claudia and Wayne were staring fondly into each other's eyes that Eddie awoke.

"Either you're a really good nurse, or you really are going to be my new auntie," Eddie croaked.

Wayne had never been happier to give him a slap on the head than he was in that moment. His boy was awake, his loud mouth a strong indicator of more good things to come.

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

I'm watching The Birdcage (with Robin Williams and Nathan Lane) and it made me think of Steddie of course. But in my head their version goes a bit different.

( this is so silly and goofy y'all. But i tried to capture both eddie and steve but also the dramatics and antics from the movie!! Haha! I hope you guys like it!!!! I miss writing comedy stuff, its so fun. Anyway, enjoy!!! )

So Dustin comes to them and tells them he and Susie are getting married and how her parents are like "gay is a no no" but Susie already loves Eddie and Steve just from what she's heard from Dustin and how much they love and care for him. Which is a given, Dustin would never be with someone who couldn't accept his dads.

Anyway, he brings the situation to them first and is like ... how do you guys wanna handle this? And Dustin cheekily says

"I was thinking maybe a disguise."

And Eddie and Steve, the dramatic bitches they are fucking POUNCE on the idea and they both say,

"I get to be the mom!" At the same time and then frown at each other in sync. Dustin fucking cackles. Steve slams his hands onto his hips and is like,

"I am clearly, the mom." His frown turning almost petulant. Eddie snorts and crosses his arms, looks Steve up and down and says,

"Yeah you've got the stance down, that's for sure." Shaking his head when Steve drops his arms hurriedly. Dustin pipes up.

"You could flip a coin." He's sitting on the couch now, watching them with bright eyes, smiling at their antics.

"Yes! I'll get the coin!" Eddie yells, bounding down the hall like a cat.

"Not the trick coin!" Steve yells after him, pointing his finger as Eddie stops in the hall, turns to look at him slowly.

"I wasn't gonna." He says slowly, unconvincing.

"Oh yeah? So you're gonna bring that coin in here. And it'll be fair when I pick heads?" Steve's hands land on his hips for a second before he rethinks it, pushes his glasses up his nose, and crosses his arms, raising his eyebrows at Eddie.

"You always pick tails." Eddie says, his eyes narrowed. Steve cocks his hip to the side.

"Not today honey." Steve's smile is sickeningly sweet. Eddie looks at him for a long moment. Really stares him down. Takes a deep breath. Holds it. Then lets it out.

"I will get a different coin." He points at Steve, who nods, eyebrows rising. But he smiles when Eddie turns and bops out of sight, shooting Dustin a wink. Dustin laughs, slapping his hands on his knees in a little enthusiastic drum roll.

Eddie comes bounding back down the hall, hand raised above his head, coin shining between his upheld fingers,

"Got it! Got it got it got i- oh god." He stumbles over something on the floor and then straightens upright quickly, his hair flipping to rest behind his shoulders.

"I'm okay!" He holds the coin up again. Steve reaches out, grabs his arms to steady him, his head shaking, a huge smile on his face.

"You good?" He chuckles. Eddie smiles brightly, nodding enthusiastically.

"Shall we?" He wiggles his eyebrows and the coin.

"Go for it." Steve says, all serious now. Eddie nods, flips the coin up into the air, catches it in his hand and slaps his hand down onto his other hand. Then levels a look at Steve. Steve smirks,

"Tails." He says, false sweetness lacing his voice. Eddie gasp, glares at him.

"You sick, son of a bitch." He hisses, his voice low. Both Dustin and Steve laugh, their heads falling back.

"Well go on sweetheart, let's see it." Eddie's eyes narrow again, he bites his lip.

"Your pet names sound so bitchy when you get competitive." He smirks.

"I love it." Steve smirks back. Dustin groans.

"Sorry sorry sorry." Steve says, waves at Eddie to move his hand so they can see the result. Eddie closes his eyes, leans his head back, takes a deep breath and mutters,

"C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon." He peaks one eye open, looks down at their hands.

"Eddie!"

"Okay!"

Eddie moves his hand away fast and then shrieks in devastation as Steve literally jumps into the air, his fists raised as he yells in elation. Eddie falls to his knees and Steve yells again.

"In your face Munson!" He pionts at him, smiling ear to ear.

"You're the devil!" Eddie screams up at him, scrambles to his feet and runs down the hall yelling, slams the bedroom door behind him and sobs dramatically against it, making sure they can hear him.

Dustin is red in the face from laughing. Steve falls onto the couch next to him, pats Dustin's knee.

"This'll be fun kiddo. So happy for you." He pulls him into a hug, squeezes him against his side.

"Yes and so proud Dusty!" Eddie yells through the door, still not coming back out. Steve snorts, his face scrunching as he smiles.

"And ya know what kid? And you're not gonna wanna hear this." Steve says, arms around Dustin's shoulders.

"Oh god. What?" Dustin asks, his voice hesitant. Steve looks off into nothing, his eyes glazing over a bit,

"I'm gonna be the hottest mom anyone's ever seen." He says, voice dreamy. The bedroom door slams open, Eddie stumbles back into the room, his eyes wide.

"Shit Steve. You're gonna be SO hot!" There's a fire in his eyes and Steve cackles, lets Eddie grab his hand and pull him to his feet as he stars spinning them around the living room, humming some random tune.

"I'm gonna have the hottest wife at the wedding! Get fucked Susie's homophobic parents!" He yells, dipping a laughing Steve.

"Hey!" Dustin calls from the couch but he's grinning. Eddie waves off his offense, twitching his hand at him.

"Dusty it's fine. My wife is hot. Nothing else matters." Steve bites his lip and buries his face in Eddie's neck as he continues to dance them around the living room.

"So that'll be a yes for the RSVP then?" Dustin asks, his cheeks tinted pink from laughing.

"Oh absolutely." Eddie says, his arms wrapping around Steve and lifting him up off the floor. Steve rests his head on Eddie's shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck, smiling at Dustin as he adjusts his glasses.

"We'll be there." 

[medusapelagia]

Seeds of Dreams, Seeds of Truth 10\11

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Alternate Universe - Magic, Regent Prince/King Steve Harrington, Knight Eddie Munson, Prison, Sick Steve Harrington, Vomiting, Attempted Murder, Poisoning, Double povs, Panic Attacks, Magic,

written for @steddiesummerexchange

Read it here or on AO3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, (Part 11)

WC: 1767

Eddie screams from the top of his lungs. Every fiber of his body is hurting and the grip of the golden vines on his limbs is so strong that he thinks he will break. The pain is too much but he fights to remain conscious, to keep his eyes pinned on Steve's, and when he sees him taking a deep breath and concentrating he knows that it's over.

He closes his eyes, ready for the last pain before the oblivion, and then... he falls harshly on the ground.

Staring around himself in confusion, Eddie finds himself in the woods, while his companions are still asleep around the embers of the fire they made. He tries to shake them awake but they are in a deep slumber and nothing he does seems to wake them. 

He looks around, searching for Steve, in a desperate attempt to believe that it was all just a dream, but he already knows that he will not find him there.

Eddie tries to remember exactly what happened, but the last thing he recalls is seeing the flames of the torches dying and getting ready to go to the castle.

The castle.

His stupid and brave love should have gone to the castle alone to fight that monster. Maybe Vecna manipulated him, showing him Steve injured and bleeding, but he was really there somehow and now he is alone with the most powerful mage that ever existed. Eddie clenches his jaw and starts to run toward the castle, not caring about anything that’s not Steve. Hoping with all his strength that he is still alive and fighting.

And if he is not, Eddie would be the last thing that Vecna will ever see.

***

"It's amazing what we are willing to do for those that we love, isn't it?" The metal cracks under Vecna’s tight grip. "I was ready to become a monster to save my family. Nothing could have stopped me. But your ancestors thought that my son's illness was a punishment sent from the old gods because I was getting too powerful and they opposed my search for a cure." The mage's eyes are shining with unshed tears when he says, "You can't stop a father from trying to save his son."

Vecna slams Steve across the room and this time the pain is real; his arm is definitely broken and there is nothing else Steve can do to save the kingdom.

He is still holding the hilt of the sword when Vecna approaches him and grabs him by the collar, pinning him against the wall.

“We all die, little prince, but I’ll make sure you’ll die in pain.”

***

"Stop it." a young voice says, and when the mage turns a young boy is standing in the throne room, shaking.

"Another dream walker?" Vecna asks, staring at the boy with interest.

"You have to stop. That's not what Henry would want." The boy says and the mage stiffens. Steve headbutts him, trying to free himself.

"Run! Will, run!" He yells while the bleeding mage breaks his leg with his powers.

"Don't interrupt, silly thing." Then he turns toward the boy. "Now tell me, sweet little thing, where were you hiding?”

“With my mom… in the kitchen.” He mutters, trembling in fear.

Vecna stares at Will, grinning, “You have courage, little boy, and I admire that. But what I want to know now is how do you know that name? Where did you hear it?"

"He told me! He talks to me."

"Henry?" The mage asks, confused, and the kid nods. "Liar!" The man yells, ready to cast a spell against the kid, but as soon as the spell gets close to the kid it is stopped by an invisible force. "A shield?"

Will shrugs, holding his arms around his chest to protect himself, and then he begs again. "Please, stop it. Henry doesn't want that."

For a moment Steve’s vision blurs again and he sees the same blond little boy that visited him in the dungeons, standing protectively in front of Will.

"Henry?" the mage asks, getting closer to the blurry kid, trying to brush his knuckles on the kid's face, but they go through the boy's body and the mage gets mad. "How did you do it?! How did you get into my memories!" The mage roars, stepping closer to Will, but a metal clang distracts him for a moment and Will is quick to hide himself behind the throne, holding his knees to his chest.

"Is that your son?" Steve asks, trying to draw the mage's attention to himself while spitting blood. "I met him too, more than once." He tells him and the man shakes his head.

"That's not possible. He died. He died in this very room!" The mage roars and finally Steve's dream starts to make sense.

The blond boy, the dream realm, the ability to move from one realm to another.

"He was half-human, wasn't he?" Steve asks, finally putting together all the pieces, "His powers were too strong and he could not control them. It wasn't you who started the killing. It was him. You tried to protect him but when he became too powerful you absorbed his power and his life." Steve understands, "It's not you that you are trying to feed with all these nightmares, but him !"

"He was just a kid and your kind threatened to burn him on a pyre!" the mage yells, while the room keeps shifting from reality to the dream realm.

"But magic it's like a seed... it can grow everywhere.” Steve insists, “You came here because you thought I was going to become just like him." He says. "You weren't trying to kill me with that potion, you were trying to unleash my powers!"

"I will get your life essence and it will feed my boy and his hunger will be finally satiated!" The mage growls, "I tried to feed him with every ounce of magic I could find but it was never enough! Once he will finally feed from you we will be free from this cursed life."

Steve chuckles, amused. "You are deeply mistaken. You can kill me but it won’t change a thing."

Because Steve might have had some dreams when he was a kid, but his powers, if there ever were any, died a long time ago. All he was able to do was thanks to the potion Vecna fed him and some help from Robin: the real dreamwalker is Will.

The mage turns toward him and Steve feels himself drifting to sleep under Vecna’s spell. It doesn’t matter what he said, Vecna is ready to kill him in his dreams and finally free his son.

***

Eddie runs toward the throne room, his heart rabbiting in his ribcage while the only thing he can focus on is the voices coming from the throne room.

A kid, a young man, and a mage.

When he finally reaches the throne room, he sees little Will hidden behind the throne while Steve's body is floating and the mage is deep down the dream realm. The kid runs toward him while the royal guard grabs his sword ready to kill that monster once and for all, but Will stops him, grabbing his arm and shaking his head.

"He is a mage! You can’t kill him with a metal sword. You have to use magic," he whispers, and Eddie stares at him in confusion. He is no mage, he knows nothing about magic, spells, or potions.

“How do you know?”

“Henry told me,” Will explains, like that would make any sense to Eddie. He’s no fucking mage, he’s a warrior, all he knows is how to hold his sword and hit with the sharp side of the blade. 

“Can you help me?” he asks the kid who seems to know everything.

“He said you know what to do.” Will replies.

“What the fuck does it mean?” Eddie growls, but a terrible snap makes him turn toward Steve’s body, “He’s fucking torturing him! Do something!” Eddie begs.

“I don’t know! He said… Henry said you would know what to do!” Will insists, while hot tears fall from his eyes. 

Eddie curses under his breath, he can’t get angry with a kid for not knowing what to do. He's Steve's personal guard and now he’s staring at him getting tortured, maybe killed. If only he had used the poison when he got the opportunity…

Eddie freezes.

The poison.

The silver vial is still in his armor. And it’s magical. A mage did it for him. He has a powerful magical poison and he can use it against Vecna. For a moment he wonders how he could manage to make Vecna drink it, but then he realizes that he doesn’t really need to make him drink it. All he has to do is make sure that the poison gets inside the mage’s body. And he was trained to kill people.

Eddie loses no time by asking if that is what this Henry meant, he grabs the silver vial that he was keeping safe in his armor and pours the liquid on his blade, before running toward Vecna and piercing the mage from side to side.

The mage yells, releasing his magical grip on Steve who falls to the ground, but Eddie is there to cushion the fall.

"Steve?! Steve?!" He calls, trying not to shake him too much.

Steve slowly opens his eyes, flinching in pain. “Eddie? Are you ok? And Will?”

Eddie takes deep sighs of relief, peppering kisses on Steve’s face, glad to hear his voice once more.

“We are both fine. You’ll need some time to rest and recover but you’ll be ok too.” Eddie tells him, rubbing his thumb on Steve’s cheek.

“What about Vecna?”  

Will gets closer to them, whispering "It's gone." when Eddie lifts his stare the blue-eyed monster is nowhere to be seen. In his place, in the middle of the room, there is a middle-aged man, holding a ten year old boy on his hip. They look at each other for a moment, then the mage turns toward the three of them.

“Thank you for freeing us from the curse,” he says, “Henry and I are finally free to join my dear Virginia and my little Alice.”

Steve tilts his head in confusion, he heard those names before, when he was studying their kingdom origins, so he asks “Victor Creel? You are Victor Creel?! The man that alone saved the kingdom from the enemy invasion?” 

The man smiles gently, and then they disappear.

tag list: @katyawriteswhump, @themagicalari

[little-annie]

All I Want | Ch.1

Steddie Fic | Little_Annie | Ao3

---

It was good.

It was so fucking good.

Yeah, maybe their relationship was a secret. Maybe Uncle Wayne was the only one who knew they were together. Maybe they snuck into closets or empty rooms when they spent evenings with friends, snuck kisses in dark corners or when everyone's attention was focused elsewhere but they were still them. They were Steve and Eddie, Eddie and Steve, together and hopelessly in love. They were together and they had each other. Had each other in every beautifully intimate way possible.

They sang, they kissed, they cuddled, they made love.

They made breakfast, held hands under the table, washed each other's hair and whispered sweet nothings to one another when no one was around.

They were so fucking in love.

Until they weren't

Until the day Eddie woke up and remembered nothing of the last year of his life

Until the day Eddie woke up and remembered nothing of Steve. His Steve. The Steve that held his hand and cried his eyes out waiting for the moment that Eddie would wake up. His Steve that made him laugh and sing, made him feel like the luckiest, most loved man alive. His Steve that he spent evenings and weekends with, cuddled into god awful plaid sheets with whispers of the words 'I love you' falling from their lips.

Until the day Eddie woke up from his coma and had no idea why Steve "The King" "The Hair" Harrington was there with him and why the absolute fuck he kissed him and called him Eds on his return to the land of the living.

Their love was so strong, so powerful, so goddamn beautiful. But was it strong enough?

Steve's heart was so full. Full with everything Eddie. Full with eyes the colour of the earth, full with curls that perfectly wrapped around his fingers, full with a touch that made his soul melt and porcelain skin that blushed the prettiest shade of pink.

But

Steve's heart that was once so full shattered when the words, "Why the fuck are you here?" rasped from Eddie's dry throat.

It was like a bullet to the heart. Like a fucking Demogorgan reached in pulled the beating organ out of his chest and crushed it in its cold undead hands. Steve was suddenly so empty. So scared and so goddamn alone. Again.

"Son," Wayne had breathed calmly behind him, warning but also sadness in his tone, watching the one man his nephew loved so much crumble in front of him, reaching desperately for the hand Eddie wasn't willing to give.

Already verging on hysterics, Steve tried, he tried to take Eddie's hand, to call his name, but nothing less than a bark of an order came from the man he loved, "Get the fuck out of here Harrington!"

He fell back into Wayne in shock and the man continued to calmly speak, "They told us he could have memory loss kid. I'm sorry, but I think it's best that'cha leave. I'll call ya tonight when I know more, 'kay?"

Steve couldn't speak, silent tears running down his face, he gathered his things. Or thing. Everything he'd brought was Eddie's, or theirs. He had his jacket, the letterman jacket he didn't quite care for anymore but Eddie loved, or more loved to tease him in. He thought it'd lighten the mood when Eddie woke up, he thought it'd spark some fun loving banter between them. Everything else he left behind, the books, the blankets, the change of clothes ready for Eddie for when he woke up, his rings, his necklace, his leather bracelet and a journal Steve had written in on the days it felt especially hard to watch the love of his life breath through a machine and remain so terrifyingly still.

On his way out the door, Wayne had grabbed his shoulder and pulled him in for a hug, ever so quietly mumbling, "A love like yous had just doesn't die kid, it's still in there somewhere. It's still in him."

The words shattered Steve's heart even further. Though he wished they were true, there was no way of actually knowing. It was luck in the first place to find someone as incredible as Eddie to love him. He didn't know if he could get that lucky again.

Steve squeezed a little tighter and turned to leave, standing in the doorway, willing himself the confidence to not turn around

"Wayne," he whispered, not moving his attention from the hall he was now facing, the old man turned, tears in his eyes, looking back at Steve, "everything should be there for today," Steve struggled to speak, tears in his eyes and pain in his throat as he turned and pointed at the pile of belongings next to Eddie's bed, "just maybe… fuck, " he huffed quietly, "I don't think he should read the journal, that might freak him out, maybe hide it for now."

Wayne nodded once in response, moving to squeeze Steve's arm as he quietly spoke, "I love ya son."

And if that didn't break Steve's heart even more.

—

The days had dragged into each other.

Wayne would call each evening when he got home from visiting Eddie; updating Steve on his condition. His mental health never being the topic of improvement unfortunately, but at least Steve knew he was doing better otherwise. His days were filled with worry and dread that he hadn't been able to visit since the morning Eddie woke up. Maybe he'd poke his head in when visiting Max, but it wasn't like he could go visit the guy as Dustin's friend alongside the curly haired pipsqueak because, like mentioned before, Eddie didn't remember the last year of his life.

That included the kids too.

Dustin was just as heartbroken as Steve, but it's not like Steve could show it, not in the way he felt really, he could mourn the loss as a friend but that's it. He and Eddie hadn't told anyone about their relationship, save Wayne, and he wasn't going to make it his business outing Eddie.

Mornings and nights Steve liked to think were the hardest, waking up and falling asleep alone, the absence of Eddie felt the richest then. But that's not to say every other waking minute was less difficult. Fuck, everything was difficult.

Brushing his teeth in the morning because he can picture Eddie behind him and the phantom feeling of a tattooed arm around his waist.

Doing laundry because he can still hear the whispers of Eddie's voice singing some made up song to him

Grocery shopping because he can hear Eddie's laugh and picture him on the end of the cart, weighing it down but with the biggest smile on his face as he throws some type of junk food in with their haul

Working at Family Video because there's no call coming through over his lunch break, no "Well hello there Stevie" or "Hey Baby" or a sing-songed "I love you Steve Harrington," on the other end of the line when he does pick up a call.

There's no Eddie bursting through his front door to tackle him into the couch and pepper him with kisses when he's just gotten home from work.

There's no Eddie pulling him into his arms after a bout of night terrors, pressing kisses to his head with whispered words of praise

There's no Eddie. Not for him anyways.

Some days Steve would join Wayne for supper or breakfast, depending on the man's work schedule.

At least he had Wayne.

At least Wayne cared and loved him.

At least Wayne still had Eddie.

Their time spent together would sometimes be in silence, occasionally accompanied by the local news or hum of the radio. Sometimes Wayne would pull Steve through the door and drag him out to go fishing or to a ball game in the city. Sometimes Steve was too late or too early to meet Wayne, so on those days he'd let himself in and find comfort in Eddie's bed with a book in hand, tears often times blurring the words past the point of recognition, before soon the exhaustion of grief would take over and lull Steve to sleep.

Many times did Wayne come home to find Steve curled up in Eddie's bed, tears staining the pillow in his tight grasp, book still held in hand as he quietly snored against the cotton fabric. It was common enough that Wayne didn't bat an eye, simply covering Steve with a blanket, setting an alarm for the morning in case the kid had to work the next day and shutting off the lights after gently ruffling his hair.

It was hard and lonely and some days debilitating.

Steve sometimes thought if Eddie was dead it'd be easier. He'd have at least loved Steve and would have at least loved him until the end. But everytime that thought occurs he hates himself a little more.

He didn't know what to do, it's not like he could barge into the hospital room and tell Eddie everything. How they fell in love, how the world nearly ended, how Steve carried him through the literal gates of hell and held his hand until the second he woke up.

He couldn't. Could he?

No

But that's not to say Steve didn't try to come up with some type of a plan.

[xjeanmoreaux]

Seven(ish) Sentences Sunday

Tagged by @911onabc @wikiangela @rewritetheending @wildlife4life

Thank you so much darlings, muah! 💖

I am shamelessly sharing more of first son au. Every day I think I get closer to the end and every day I am wrong, but I am endeavoring to have this done by next month! And I've been really in my Chris and Buck feels today so have a little does of that

Maddie smiles so sweet and gentle at Jee’s sleeping form and leans down to brush her hair out of her face and kiss her forehead.

Buck’s throat goes tight.

The image of Maddie and Jee, the impossibly precious moment of a parent watching their child sleep soundly, reminds Buck so viscerally of Chris. He doesn’t curl in on himself when he’s sleeping like Jee does; he spreads himself wide, legs and arms askew as he takes up as much space as possible.

Buck remembers putting him in bed and brushing his curls out of his eyes and watching the way he settled so easily, because he trusted Buck, because he knew he was safe and cared for. Buck remembers being hit with the feeling that he was witnessing something so priceless and exquisite, the mundanity of sleep made venerated because it was Chris, who Buck loved, Chris, who Buck would fight to the ends of the earth to keep safe and peaceful enough that sleep was never a hardship for him.

Maybe he has no right to feel like that, to think that he understands exactly what Maddie is feeling in this moment, what Eddie must feel every day in Chris’ presence, but he does he does he does. His love for Chris burns bright and gentle as ever, one of the few pieces of himself that hasn’t withered away, a flower that can never die, and he misses him, oh god, Buck misses him so much.

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[winterapocalypse]

Winter Apocalypse chapter 15

The Hogsmeade Gang meets Melisandre!

"I'm late, sorry!" Eddie Guerrero emerged from under his invisible cloak, causing a general gasp among the kids sitting on the stone steps.

Renly Baratheon, Loras Tyrell, Cristiano DeBenedetti, the two gothic brothers Jeff and Matt Hardy, Edge and his best friend Christian, and the exchange boy, Riddle, were sitting on the ruins of an abandoned house in Hogsmeade. On the lawn outlined by the walls, Randy Orton and Theon Greyjoy exchanged slaps and submission holds. It was something they did at least once or twice a week - they called it "totally professional, non-dangerous wrestling matches that if we get caught they won't kick us out of school."

"You have to go, Eddie, I have to fight that son of a bitch!" Greyjoy had told him before sending him to bring the smuggled medicine to that guardian. And after all he had earned a chocolate frog, and maybe a few kilos of sweets stolen from the Hogsmeade shop, so in the end he was fine with that.

“You want a hit, bro?” Riddle asked, handing him a strange contraption. Riddle spent most of his time smoking pipe weed.

"Of course." Eddie grinned, taking a deep drag from the pipe with a stylized mushroom drawn on it and sitting down in his usual place next to Cris.

"This match sucks, why did we let Orton on the team? He can't do anything." Cris grunted, crossing his muscular arms.

"You're too fussy, ese, look at how they're giving it." Eddie smiled slyly, the weed already circulating in his system.

"Did you guys hear that?" Edge began from the top step. "The teachers were talking about foals and horses and unicorns!! ROTFL!!"

"Eddie, it was a secret!" Cris looked at him indignantly. "With all the effort we put into discovering those things…"

"But the whole school knows it by now, I haven't even heard it from any of you." Edge giggled happily, still entranced by the idea of foals and ponies and unicorns.

Meanwhile, on the lawn, Randy Orton seemed to be getting the worst of it. Eddie still wasn't entirely sure why they were fighting, exactly. But he was pretty sure he was dealing with a lot of sexual tension and some idiotic misunderstanding. He watched in amusement as Greyjoy slapped Orton's chest, who immediately turned as red as a tomato from the embarrassment of having been hit by the newbie in the clique. And by rookie he meant that he came in at that exact moment, beating Orton up like he deserved.

“They also say the apocalypse is coming…” said Jeff Hardy, the emo kid from school, grimly, with half his long hair covering his face and resting his head on his hand covered by a fishnet glove. "My girlfriend told me…Emily…"

"What? Since when have you been together?" his brother Matt looked at him scandalized and punched him on the shoulder. "Come on, Jeff, that sucks, I've been hitting on her since the beginning of the year!"

"Oh well, the apocalypse…" Riddle looked at the horizon with narrowed eyes and a wide, relaxed smile. "One more reason to run out of pipe weed…"

Eddie nodded, taking the too many sweets he had stolen from his cloak and distributing them around. Cris looked at him worriedly. But Eddie was fine with that - if they were really going to face the apocalypse, they would face it with weed and candy.

In a riot of red skirts, a sinister figure waited for the boys at the back door, usually thought secret by the boys, which led to the Slytherin tower.

"You should be more careful about wandering around at this hour, when the sun has already set and the minions of Death and Shadows are roaming free in Westeros." said the mysterious red woman, the one who was often seen confiding things to Stannis Baratheon. Her eyes were as red as her very long hair, and she was dressed entirely in red - but not like Gryffindors. Her very long skirt was red, and the tulle she was made of were different shades of red and orange, which made it seem as if she were covered in fire. Her tight bodice, also red, hugged her sinuous but elegant and long-limbed figure, and the high collar of her blood-red shirt encircled her pale face.

She was scary, exotic and mysterious. Of the boys, only the off-campus student, Riddle, and Renly Baratheon had the courage to stand in front of the group and try to talk to her. What did she want from them? Explanations? Apologies? They would give her both. She wouldn't have been able to punish them.

The best at making excuses was undoubtedly Eddie, but he and Cris had already hidden under the invisibility cloak, and had probably already run away.

"I'm talking to you two too." the red woman said, turning towards nothing. From what seemed like just an empty corridor, the heads of Eddie and Chris popped out from under the cloak of invisibility, with the expressions of two beaten dogs.

How could she have seen them?!

"You see, miss…"

"Melisadre."

"Miss Melisandre," Renly continued. "We had a mishap and…"

She denied it, an almost malevolent smile forming on her fiery red lips. "I am not here to punish you. Only to inform you. Several students have already disappeared, venturing out of the Castle in the night and never returning. Dark figures lurk beyond the Wall, and some of them even in the Dark Forest. The Castle will protect you. .. if you are careful enough to protect yourselves."

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i am too lazy to format this but here’s a sad but sweet eddie christmas blurb thanks

When Eddie woke up that morning, it was business as usual. He rubbed his eyes and stumbled with bare feet through the little hallway into the kitchen so he could put a pot of water on for his hot chocolate.

A long time ago, Wayne had explained to Eddie that other kids got toys and clothes and shoes on Christmas Day, but they couldn’t really afford all that. It was hard at first to see all his peers smiling faces when he returned from winter break, each of them boasting about their best prize. After a while, though, Eddie got used to it. And they always made sure to have Christmas dinners together, which made up for it in Eddie’s eyes.

So, when he saw you sitting on the floor of the trailer, in front of the tiny tree, holding your mug with two hands and looking up at Wayne where he sat on the couch talking about something, he was floored. Him and Uncle Wayne had been setting out the same falling-apart tree for as long as he could remember, sparsely decorating it with yarn and some paper ornaments Eddie had made in class in elementary school.

What was new about the scene, though, was the little pile of presents you had carefully placed under the tree, all neatly wrapped and covered with silky ribbon. He almost teared up when he saw the red stocking embroidered with an ‘E’ filled to the brim slouched over against the tv stand.

“Oh, Eddie! Good, you’re awake.” You smiled. “There’s cinnamon rolls and coffee in the kitchen.”

Eddie couldn’t possibly care about the cinnamon rolls when you had apparently gotten him gifts, at least an armfuls worth. And he’d only gotten you one thing, one tiny little thing. Oh god, he’d only gotten you one thing, what was he going to do—

“Take a seat, son.” Wayne insisted, knowing exactly what thoughts were barreling through his mind. His uncle always knew what to say, his words immediately coaxing Eddie to the floor next to you.

He could smell the peppermint coffee lingering on your breath as you offered him a sip. He nodded easily, not entirely convinced this wasn’t a saccharine dream.

“Me and Wayne picked out some presents for you. You know, after all you’ve been through we thought maybe you needed a break.” And that time Eddie did start crying a little, unsure of what else to do. But mostly he couldn’t hide the boyish excitement that bubbled to the surface.

He tore into the wrapping paper, sparing you a sheepish glance after he thought about how long it probably took you to wrap them. You just nodded at him, giving him all the permission he needed to tear in.

Wayne watched, leaning back into the couch and sipping his coffee, secretly indulging in the scene in front of him.

Cassettes, an Iron Maiden tee, a Legend of Zelda poster you picked up at Wal Mart after he’d come home from The Wheelers’ house raving about how awesome it was, and a few other things he needed like boxers and socks. Wayne even picked him out a new fantasy book.

When everything was opened, wrapping paper wadded up around the two of you on the floor, all that was left was guilt. He couldn’t believe he even allowed himself to accept all these things from you, yet his heart was open and swelling and happy.

He handed you your present from him, staring down and picking at the carpet beneath him.

“It’s not much. Certainly not all this but—”

“Eddie,” you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “I know I’ll love it.”

Not that Wayne ever had any doubts about you, but that moment solidified what he knew was certain. He nearly spilled his coffee when you tackled Eddie to the floor with a hug, the necklace he gave you clutched between your fingers. You were both a fit of giggles until you sat up, asking Eddie softly to do the clasp of your necklace.

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Good Neighbors Part 7 (Steddie X Reader) 

A/N: "Hi friend! Idk if ur taking requests but i had this thought for your neighbors fic. What if reader is either really fucking stressed out or just one day not wanting to fuck both of them so she either asks or it just happens where she makes "love" to eddie. Like its sweet and gentle but steve happens to see and notices the difference but eddie and reader assure him it was a 1 time thing. Maybe the following week she makes "love" to steve a day when hes really stressed out. Again just a thought i had. ☺️ -Anon" This request came at a perfect time because I had started writing one thing but then got stuck so THANK YOU FRIEND! I hope this does your request justice :)

Warnings: Steddie relationship and all that that implies (I regret nothing), Charlie is a big dick in this one. He does threaten the reader and snap at Dylan but protective Steddie is there <3

Word Count: 4709

Dylan hops down from his father’s truck and slams the door. His tiny eyebrows furrow together as he pouts, walking past you, and up the stairs to your apartment without saying a word. 

“He’s got an attitude today.” Charlie whines as he gestures towards him. 

“What happened?”

“Why do you assume something happened? He’s just being a pain in the ass.”

“Because this,” you point towards your home, “is not normal behavior for him. Not when he’s with me at least.” Charlie rolls his eyes as he turns to open his car door. “Has your lawyer talked to you yet?”

He pauses, turning back to face you. “No? Why?”

You swallow, preparing for his reaction. “My lawyer and I submitted a request for sole custody.”

Charlie chuckles under his breath. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“You don’t follow the schedule and every time it breaks his heart. I’m not going to allow you to hurt that little boy anymore.” 

“He’s my son.”, he growls.

“You always get so upset when we have this conversation but you never act like you care when it’s your time. You bailed on him your last weekend, he went to the hospital and you didn’t even answer your phone! Now he comes back like this? I just—”

He reaches out abruptly, grabbing your arm and pulling you to his chest. “I’m not going to let you take him from me. I don’t care what I have to do.”

You try and pull yourself from his grasp but he just grips you tighter. “Let me go, Charlie.”

“Do you really think this is something you can win? I’m in a house, have a steady job, stable relationship.” You scoff as you keep trying to wiggle free. “What do you have? I’ll give you one chance to correct your mistake. If you don’t, I swear to God, Y/N, I will make you regret it.”

It happened almost in the blink of an eye. One moment your ex is threating you and the next he’s on the concrete, bleeding from his nose with Eddie in front of you. 

Charlie tries to rise to his feet but Eddie pushes him back down with his boot. “You better count your blessings that my friend is at work because if he saw you grabbing her like that? Whew, now that’s something to regret.” He reaches down and lifts your ex up by his collar to his feet, shoving him towards his truck. “Now I can’t guarantee he still won’t beat your ass so if I were you, I would leave.”

You both watch him as he climbs clumsily into his car and skids out of the parking lot. Eddie turns around as soon as he’s out of sight immediately checking on you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m ok. What made you come down here?”

“You son stormed into the apartment without saying hi like he usually does and then you weren’t with him.”

“Eddie, you can’t tell Steve.” He looks at you like you just told him the sky was purple. “Seriously. He will be pissed.”

“Yeah, he will. Come on, let’s not worry about that right now.”

When you and Eddie entered your apartment, you found Dylan in his room. He was laying on his side on his bed holding one of his stuffed animals. You gently curled up behind him, moving his hair out of his face. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He shook his tiny head. “Okay. Do you want me to leave you alone?” Again, he said no, but he rolled over, encircling his arms around you. “I love you.”

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After Dylan goes to bed that night, you search for Eddie to find he isn’t still in the apartment. When you open their door, you hear music coming from his room. You find the metalhead sitting on his bed, cigarette in his mouth as he strums his guitar. 

“Hey Sweetheart. Kid okay?” 

“Yeah, he said his dad left him at his grandmothers all weekend and yelled at him not to tell me.” You huff under your breath as you sit beside him, stealing the cigarette from his lips as you inhale the smoke. “You didn’t have to leave.”

“I know. I just thought he would prefer being alone with his mom.”

“Ow.” You flinch as Eddie accidently bumps your arm with the guitar.

“Oh my god…” You glance down to see what Eddie’s looking at. Your arm where Charlie had grabbed you was turning a nice shade of purple where his fingers had pressed into your skin. 

Eddie takes a picture of it with his phone before exiting his room and coming back with an ice pack.

“I didn’t realize he grabbed me that hard.”

“Has he ever done anything like this before?”, Eddie asks as he gently holds the pack to your arm. 

“It’s rare but yeah. It’s his go to intimidation tactic if being in your personal space doesn’t work. His stepfather used to do it to him.” 

“Has he ever…?”

“No! God, no. I would kill him if he ever did anything like that to Dylan.” 

You saw that sad look in his eyes that broke your heart. You leaned over placing a soft kiss on his lips. 

“Can I ask you something?” Eddie silently nods. ““What did you want when you were his age? Did you want your dad around?”

Eddie leans back as he lets out a long, deep exhale. “Honestly? I just wanted my dad leave me alone.”

“What if someone had come into your life and said ‘Come with me. I’m going to take you away and you’ll be happy but you just won’t see your dad as much if at all’?”

“Well, Sweetheart, that did happen for me.”

You felt extremely stupid all of the sudden. Eddie had told you that before and you two had talked about it many times. About how he went to live with his uncle after his dad was sent to prison but you never made that connection to your own situation. Yeah, Charlie wasn’t out stealing cars or doing other crimes but he was fairly absent for most of Dylan’s life. He never really seemed to care until his back was against the wall and you challenged him. 

Eddie smiled, placing his palm on top of your hand. “Do you remember what I said to you that one night on the steps out here? Steve and I never had a mom like you. You care about Dylan and his well-being. My life got better after my dad was out of it but I do wish my mother had done more. If you think it’s in his best interest to be away from his dad for right now then it is what it is, you know?”

“I hate that you had to experience that.”

Your hand reaches out to bring his mouth to yours again and this time Eddie deepens it, sliding his tongue past your teeth to reach your own. He leans back against his pillows bringing you with him as you straddle his waist. You reach down hastily pulling at his belt buckle and unbuttoning his pants. He lifts his hips to help you pull them down as his cock springs free.

He rolls you over on to your back and dips his fingers into your waistband, pulling your pants with your panties down your legs. Eddie’s lips trailed up your body pausing at your stomach as he lifted your shirt over your head. Your fingers reached up and grazed over his tattoos. 

He grins as he reaches your hand tenderly kissing your fingertips before throwing your arm over his shoulder. You giggle as you wrap the other one over his shoulder and around his neck. Your pussy flutters as you watch Eddie spit in his hand, reaching down to pump his cock a few times before guiding himself into your entrance. 

His head fell into the nook of your neck as he started trusting into you. It was at that moment that you realized this was probably the third time in your relationship with the two of them that Eddie was in front of you, not behind you. You had honestly never thought about it was just how they both usually ended up. 

You gently pull at his hair forcing him to lift his head. “I, mmmmm, I want to see your face. Please.” He swallowed down a moan as he nodded, eyes glancing over every part of your face. 

You two were so entranced into each other you didn’t hear the front door open or the footsteps stomp down the hall. 

Eddie’s pace started to pick up as he thrust into you harder and deeper. You mouth opened as you silently moaned, arching your back. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

You smile as your hooded eyes become harder to keep open. Wrapping your legs around his waist you push him further into you till he’s hitting that sweet spot inside of you. “I’m…I’m going to cum.”

You pressed your forehead into his as the coil in your belly snapped and you repeated his name against his lips. Eddie’s body shivered above you as his hips sputtered and he released his seed inside of you. You softly pressed your lips to his. 

“You look so good when you cum. I love you.”

He smiles as he continues to pant, trying to catch his breath. “I love you to.”

Steve’s throat clears, startling you both. You grab your chest as Eddie rolls on to his back. “Jesus Christ! I’m buy you both bells to wear so I can hear you coming.” You and Eddie laugh but Steve just stands there leaning against the doorframe looking over you and his friend. 

“How’s Dylan? Eddie told me what happened.”

You glare at Eddie as he lights a cigarette. “Traitor.”

“What? He has a right to know.”

“He’s okay. Still upset but better than when he came home.”

He strides over and looks at your arm. “Charlie do that to you?”

You reach for his hand but he pulls it away. “Um, yeah. Eddie took a picture for my lawyer.”

“Oh, it looks like Eddie did a lot more than that.”

You and the other boy turn to look at Steve. Eddie scoffs as he climbs out of bed and into his bathroom, shutting the door. 

“What’s wrong, Steve?” He folds his arms across his chest defensively. “No. Don’t shut down and turn into my seven-year-old. Talk to me.”

He points to the bed. “How many times has that happened?”

“This is the first time. We were talking about Charlie and Eddie’s dad… it just kind of…” You look up at him as his eyes boar down into yours. “Does it bother you?”

He exhales deeply as his chest rises and falls. “No.”

“Tell that to your face.” Eddie comes out of the bathroom wearing a new pair of boxers. 

Steve scowls in his roommate’s direction as he turns on his heels, heading for his room, and slamming the door. You feel a gentle tap on your shoulder as Eddie hands you your pants and what you recognize as one of Steve’s t-shirts. 

“Do you want me to walk you back to your apartment?” You glance at Steve’s door. “It’s best to leave him alone when he gets like this.” You quickly put on the clothes that are given to you, heading for the door. You give Eddie a hug and he kisses the top of your head. 

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For the next couple of days everything is quiet; too quiet. You text both boys but Steve never replies. Eddie’s been swapped at work, picking up extra hours where he can. When he comes home he’s exhausted. You cook meals for them and Dylan but Steve never comes home before your in bed. Eddie promises to save him some, leaving leftovers in the fridge. 

“Mommy. Can we rent a movie tonight?”

You were on your way home that Friday evening after picking up Dylan from school. “Sure. What do you want to watch?”

“No not rent from the tv. Can we go to Steve’s store?”

Your heart cracked at his request. “Yeah, baby. We can go to Family Video.”

He claps his hands in the backseat. “I miss him. We haven’t seen him in forever!”

You blink back the tears that try to push their way through. “I miss him to.”

The little bell above the door rings as you both walk through the store’s entrance. Steve is behind the counter leaning against it as he watches a movie on the tv. Dylan calls his name and his head whips in his direction. 

“Hey dude!” He meets your son halfway, lifting him in his arms. 

A pretty girl comes up beside Steve and shakes Dylan’s foot. “Who’s this?”

“This is the little man that lives across from me.”

“Ooooh.” She extends her hand to Dylan, who reaches out and shakes it. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Robin.” She turns to face you. “Which would make you Y/N.”

You smile at her as you shake her hand as well. “Yeah, weirdo here said he wanted to rent a movie tonight.”

“Hey, we got some new kids movies in. You want to see?”

Dylan giggles as he takes Robin’s hand and they walk towards the other end of the store. Steve clears his throat as he walks past you, heading back towards his place behind the counter. You quickly grab his arm. 

“Steve. Please. We miss you. I miss you. You know I hate when you act like I don’t exist.” You look down at your shoes. “I swear Eddie and I… that’s the first time we’ve ever done anything without you there.”

“That’s not the problem.”

“Then what is?!”

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Try.” You watch him as his body stiffens and he crosses his arms again, shielding himself. “Steve, please. I don’t understand. It’s not fair to me or Eddie. Just tell me what you’re feeling. Talk to me—”

“You’ve never looked at me the way you looked at him!”

Steve looked around, grabbing your hand as he pulled you towards the backroom. “Robin, can you keep an eye on him for a minute?”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“Steve, what are you talking about? I love you both.” The words come out of your mouth before he even shuts the door. “I love you as much as I love Eddie.”

“I watched you two. The way you moan, touched him, spoke to him…it was different than when you know I’m there.”

“Baby…” You reach out and caress his cheek. “What time do you get off?”

Steve looks at his watch. “About thirty minutes. Why?”

“Eddie’s spending time with Wayne tonight. You can come over and have dinner with us. After Dylan goes to bed, you and I can talk. Maybe get some alone time.”

He smirks slightly as a heavy sigh leaves his body. You wrap your arms around him, inhaling his cologne. “I missed you so much.”

You feel his own arms wind around you as his fingers come up to tangle in your hair, pressing your head to his chest. “I missed you to.”

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“Hey daddy.”

You freeze at the top of the stairs outside your apartment. Charlie is leaning against the wall with papers in his hand. He looks furious. You cautiously walk towards the front door, opening it, and gently pushing Dylan inside. 

You paint what you hope is a believable smile on your face. “Hey, why don’t you go change and get ready for dinner while I talk to your dad.”

He looks between the both of you. “Mom…”

“Hey! You heard her! Get inside!” Dylan jumped as Charlie snapped at him. You reach out and reassuringly run your fingers in his hair down to his small cheeks. You ex reaches past you and slams the door shut. 

“Don’t talk to him like that.”

“I warned you. This?” He holds up the papers his lawyer had given him. “This was the worst mistake you ever made. You’ll be lucky if you see that kid once year if at all when I’m done with you.”

You straightened you back, trying to convey confidence. “Leave. Now.”

He moves forward backing you against the wall. “Or what? I know your neighbors aren’t here. Even if they were—”

“You’d run like the little bitch that you are?”

Charlie’s hand flies past your face slamming violently into the surface behind you. You flinch as he chuckles. “Always bark but never any bite.”

You suddenly shove him with the intention of running into your apartment and locking the door but as you begin your sprint you smack into something hard. Steve steps around you, placing you behind him. You feel yourself shrink behind his back; thankful he was there. 

“Leave. Now.” He echoed your previous words. His tone came out strong and authoritative. 

Charlie made a move like he was going to punch him but he slid back out of the way returning his own punch that connected with your ex’s mouth. Steve tilted his head as he looked down at him. “I can see from your nose that my roommate already warned you once so I won’t bother doing it again.”

He reached down, lifting Charlie up by the arm, and threw him against the wall by the stairs. “I think it’s safe to say for the time being you are not allowed anywhere near Y/N or Dylan.”

“You can’t do that, Y/N. We have a court order.”

Steve moves his body so he’s blocking you from your ex’s field of view. “No, no. You’re talking to me now. Given the fact that you hurt her last time you were here and you haven’t spent any time with him in the last two weekends you had him… She’s within her rights.”

Charlie tried to push Steve off of him but Steve was stronger, connecting his fist again with his face. “Now your son is inside and if I know that kid he’s probably listening. That’s the only reason I’m not tearing you in half for putting your hands on his mother but that doesn’t mean I’m going to allow you to keep speaking to her the way you are. Now, say goodbye to Y/N nicely and get the fuck out of here.”

He spits blood in Steve’s direction and in return Steve slapped him causing Charlie to fall to the floor. Your protector backed away from him until he felt your hands lightly grip the back of his shirt. Your ex rose to his feet, collecting the paperwork that had been tossed aside in the chaos. He started to move towards the both of you but when Steve took a confident stride forward, Charlie turned and stomped down the stairs towards the parking lot. 

Steve turned to face you and you fall into his chest, clinging to him. “Thank you.” You pull away from him quickly knowing you only have a short window of time. Reaching forward you zip up his jacket covering the blood that had landed there. Right as you were straightening up your own appearance the front door opened slowly. 

“Mommy?”

“Hey Weirdo. Look who I found.” You point to Steve who smiles gently over at him. 

His little eyes widen as he looks around. “Did Dad leave?”

“He did.” Steve walked over to him kneeling down to get on his level. “I came up when he was talking to your mom. He saw my hand and gasped, running away when I told him what happened!”

Dylan reaches for Steve’s blood-stained hand, inspecting it. “What did happen?”

“After you guys left the store, this HUGE creature came in and tried to take Robin! I had to fight him with only these two hands. I need Robin. I’m not going to run a store all by myself. Pfft.” You son giggles at his story. 

“Mom has a kit. We can help!” Dylan pulls Steve inside your apartment as you follow closing the door behind you. 

You disappear into your bathroom and come back with your first aid kit. You sit down at the table lifting Dylan on to it as Steve sits across from you. You gently clean the mess away before pouring some anti septic on a cotton ball and rubbing it against the cuts on his knuckles. 

He jumps over dramatically, startling Dylan. “I’m just kidding.” He beams over at you as you flash him your trademark nose scrunch. As you start to wrap his hand in gauze, your son stops you. 

“Mommy! Wait, you forgot.”

It takes you a minute before you realize what he’s talking about. “Oh honey, I don’t think that works for adults.” He looks at you with a pleading expression. You playfully roll your eyes as you bring the back of Steve’s hand to up lips, placing small kiss along his cuts.

“Happy?”

“Well, I’m glad Little Man mentioned it. I feel better already.” He winks at Dylan as your son turns to you giving you a cocky smile. 

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After putting Dylan to bed, you retreat to your bedroom as you close the door, leaning against it. 

“You okay?”, Steve asks from his place on your bed. You shake your head as you crawl in next him. He slides down so his head is on your pillow as you rest your own on his chest. “How much did he hear?”

“Pretty much everything until you showed up. He asked me if he had to go live with him. I told him no. Steve, he looked so relieved.” His lips delicately kissed your forehead as he held you tighter to him. You lifted your head, leaning down to connect your mouth to his. 

“You and Eddie are fundamentally different—”

“Hey, we don’t have to talk about this tonight.” Steve starts to sit up but you push him back with your hand. 

“Please? When it’s the three of us together I feel complete. I really do. You’re both so sweet, funny, fucking gorgeous,” he chuckles at your words. “So, when I notice a difference…I want to know more. Both your little quarks make you more beautiful to me. When Eddie was making love to me, I realized there had only been a handful of times he had been front of me. To finally really be able to focus on his face and his features… it felt like I was having sex with him for the first time.”

You trace your thumb over his lips. “I was going to suggest you and I get some time to ourselves but then everything happened—”

“I got mad.”, Steve interrupted. “I didn’t even give you guys a chance to talk to me.”

You nod your head flashing him a small smile. “Yeah. You’re a bit more ‘jump first, ask questions later’ kind of angry person.” He looks away guilty making your smile grow. “It’s ok. I can be that way to. Eddie’s more of a ‘I’m going to let my anger leak through with sass’. His is more annoying.” You both laugh.

Steve leans up, rolling you on to your back as his fingers softly glide over your body. 

You bring his lips to yours, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hold him to you. Usually, Steve’s kisses felt more determined and slightly hastened but as he kissed you now it was slower with an eager intensity as if he was tasting you for the first time and couldn’t get enough. 

His hand drifted into the waistband of your shorts. As his mouth travelled along your jaw and down to your neck, his fingers pressed against your panty covered clit making you moan his name. You grab his hand before flipping him over onto his back as you straddle his waist. 

You place tender kisses along his lips and neck until you reach the shell of his ear. “I missed you so much. I need to feel you.” Your hips start grinding against his. “Please, Steve. Make love to me.” The sound that left his mouth before he craned his neck to connect his lips with yours again was one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard.

Steve threw off his shirt, tugging his pants and boxers off, and dropping them to the floor. You had only managed to remove your own shorts and panties before he was pulling you on top of him again. Reaching between your bodies, you took him in your hand, placing the tip at your entrance before slowly sliding yourself down on to his cock.

You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, watching his face as you felt him bottom out. His eyes were completely blown as his mouth opened in a silent “O”. Steve’s hands gripped your hips as you began bouncing on top of him. Pressing your forehead on to his, you whimpered above him as his hips thrust up to meet yours. Your eyes fluttered closed, moaning his name into the small kisses you placed on his lips. 

Steve’s hands reached up to move your hair out of your face. “Hey. Look at me.” You opened your heavy eyes to his gorgeous smile. “There you go, baby. There are those beautiful eyes.” His thumbs gently grazed your cheeks as he pulled you down for another passionate kiss. 

“Steve, I’m—” He nods his head, his nose brushing against yours as he feels your pussy tightening around him. “Will you cum with me?”

He leans himself up into a sitting position, placing his hands on your ass, guiding you as you cling your arms around him. You bury your face in his shoulder to silence moans as the ball in your stomach drops and you cum hard against him. Steve continues moving your hips until you hear him grunt in your neck as his arms wrap around you, filling you up as he releases. 

He falls back against the pillow and you fall with him dropping to his side. 

“I see what you mean now. It’s different but in a good way.” Steve rolls over to his side facing you.

“I like when it’s the three of us but I like this to.”

He leans over to kiss your forehead before twisting his back to grab your shorts off the floor. “There’s a kid in the apartment.” He winks at you as you giggle. Steve pulls on some shorts, turning off the lights as he crawls back into bed with you. You both laid there talking for a while when you heard your front door open and a couple of moments later so did your bedroom door. 

“Oh my god. I am having a terrible influence on you people. Go to bed!” Eddie sneaks in and jumps into the bed behind you. You roll to face him and Steve automatically pushes himself closer to you being your big spoon. 

“How did you know we were here?”

“Well Sweetheart I think I would have figured it out if I went to our apartment and no one was there.” You scrunch your nose and he boops it with his index finger. “Steve texted me. He also told me what happened.” Eddie grabs Steve’s hand inspecting it as if he can see through your first aid. “You ok?”

You nod your head. “Dylan was upset for a bit but he’s doing better.”

“What about you, Stevie? Are you okay?”

When Steve doesn’t answer, you turn to look at him only to find he’s fallen asleep. Eddie shakes his head as he laughs. “Man can fall asleep like that,” he snaps his fingers, “I swear.”

You smile over at him as gets under the covers and reaches out to hold the hand that isn’t currently holding Steves. “He’s ok. I can’t say the same for Charlie though.”

“Eh fuck him. We don’t care how he is.” You chuckle as he laughs with you. He watches your eye lids slowly close as sleep starts to take over. Eddie leans over, placing a tender kiss on your cheek before lying back and crashing himself. ########

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[unclewaynemunson]

(Pt 4 of my Steddie ft. Rose Harrington AU) | Full version AO3 link

'How's Rose?' was the first thing Eddie asked when Steve walked into the practice room on Wednesday evening.

It had been awkward, running into him just after he picked up Rose from the daycare. Steve had known it would only be a matter of time, of course, but it was still awkward. As long as Eddie didn't know about Rose, Steve felt like he could pretend there might be something between them. He could cautiously flirt with him, and Eddie would flirt back often enough to give Steve hope that something was growing there. But now that the guy knew about Rose, that would be over, of course. Because what twenty-year-old would be interested in dating the son of a cheater who was also the pseudo-father to his shunned three-year-old half-sister?

But the look in Eddie's eyes made it seem like he was genuinely interested in how Rose was doing – like he genuinely cared.

'She's great,' Steve answered. 'She liked you. Asked me if she could get curls like yours, too. But I told her I'm not gonna let her anywhere near a curling iron for at least ten years.'

'That's too bad,' said Eddie with a smile on his face, while Steve went to sit down on the stool next to him and opened his guitar case. 'I can totally imagine her rocking the hell out of a metal look.'

Steve laughed. 'I'm not too sure about that. She's actually scared of one of her teddy bears. Not exactly a lot of metal potential there.'

'Hey, um...' Eddie hesitated for a moment before he continued talking. He seemed uncharacteristically reserved. It made Steve feel like he was losing something; he didn't want things to change between them.

'Do you want to keep it just us and the music, or can I ask you a question?'

Just us and the music. It sounded so simple. So safe. So naive, as it turned out. Of course it couldn't stay that way forever. But Steve appreciated that Eddie gave him the illusion of a choice.

'You can ask me anything,' Steve said, even though he couldn't quite look into Eddie's eyes as he said it.

'How did she get into your life?' Eddie asked. 'You said it was a messy story?'

'Yeah, um... My dad – he hasn't exactly been very faithful. To my mom.' Steve stumbled his way through the words. It was all still fresh, still difficult to talk about.

'We basically all knew, but we just kinda pretended that it wasn't there. Not a great coping mechanism, but it worked pretty decently, I guess. Until this woman showed up at our doorstep with Rose in a buggy a few months ago. She just – she just left her, man, it was awful. Said it was my father's turn to take care of her now and – and that was that. I felt so bad for her – for Rose, I mean. She's a person, you know, not some animal you can bring to a shelter when you're done with it.'

He still felt bitter anger rise up in him when he thought about Rose's mother, but he tried to push it down. He knew that the woman had a complicated story, and that his dad was just as responsible for Rose's existence as that woman, but it still drove him against the wall, thinking about how Rose must have been treated all her life. How unwanted she must feel.

'Jesus,' said Eddie.

'Yeah.' That was a pretty accurate way to sum up what a mess that day had been. 'My mom was furious. I guess knowing my dad wasn't faithful was one thing, but an actual child on your doorstep – that's something else. She wanted nothing to do with her. As if it was Rose's fault. And my dad isn't exactly the warm cuddly type either.'

He replayed the events of that afternoon in his head: his parents, screaming at the top of their lungs at each other, while Rose was watching that whole shitshow go down in front of her, afraid and confused and crying, with no one paying attention to her. Steve had gotten her out of her buggy and held her in his arms to calm her down, and to his surprise, it had worked. He had whispered all kinds of comforting sweet-nothings in her ear and taken her for a walk when he noticed that his parents were too busy arguing to even look at them, and he'd carried her around in his arms until long after she calmed down.

Rose seemed to like him, and he recognized the look in her eyes, which made him fall in love with her instantly. It was hard to explain, but he had known right away. He had known that she was just like him, and that he wouldn't be able to live without her, now that he knew who she was.

'I convinced my dad that he shouldn't give her up or get her into the system or something like that. My parents aren't home much, my dad's always on business trips and my mom basically follows him around like a dog – because of the constant cheating, you know. So my dad wanted to set her up with some nanny, but I couldn't – I didn't think that'd be good for her. So now I'm trying to take care of her. It's a lot, but I got some friends helping me out and... It kinda sucks, you know, to grow up with nannies all the time. She deserves better than that. And it gets lonely when my parents are away, sometimes. So I like the company.'

He had mainly been talking to his own hands the whole time; it was easier, that way. But when he looked up, he was surprised to see tears in Eddie's eyes.

'You okay?' he asked, worried.

'Yeah. Sorry.' The guy sniffed and rubbed a hand over his face, seemingly needing a moment to recollect himself. 'That um... That hit a bit close to home.'

Steve held his breath. 'What do you mean?'

Eddie grimaced. 'I was a few years older than Rose when my uncle took me in, but... I guess I can understand what it must've felt like, for her. My mom passed when I was six, and my dad didn't really want me, so he brought me to my uncle. Wayne basically saved my life. I don't even wanna think about what would've become of me if he hadn't stepped up. It's the same with you and Rose, I think. You don't owe her anything, and yet, you give her so much love. You're saving her life, Steve. Just like Wayne did with me.'

Steve felt the overwhelming impulse to kiss Eddie on his lips right there. He didn’t think he had ever gotten a bigger compliment in his life, and that, in combination with those huge brown eyes full of emotion, made it almost impossible to keep thinking straight. But he took a deep breath and restrained himself; instead, he settled for a comforting squeeze in Eddie’s shoulder.

'Thank you,' he said, earnestly. It didn’t feel like enough, after the beautiful things Eddie had said to him, but he was too lost for words to give a better response.

Eddie took a shuddering breath. 'Sorry 'bout that,' he said, plastering on a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 'Alright, why don't we do what we came here for and actually make some music?'

Pt5

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[motomamita]

You.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Pairing: Yandere!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: Eddie meets (y/n) at work and falls madly in love for her. Their lives had changed since then, but for the better?

Warnings: smut, +18, Obsession, stalker, cursing, birth control, idk

A/N: English is NOT my first language.

Inspired by the netflix series "You".

Do not copy or translate this!

"Hey, Eddie. Can you cover while I'm going to the bathroom?" Robin Buckley, my co-worker, leaned against the counter and looked down at me.

"Sure. Take your time." I answered finishing arranging some boxes with new vinyl that had arrived.

I let out a sigh of relief when I saw her walk into the warehouse. Don't get me wrong, Robin is a good girl, she just gets too bossy at work for my liking. Sometimes I need to have my space and be the one to do things without having to receive orders from behind.

I kept arranging and separating the vinyls alphabetically and then placing them in their proper places. As much as I was concentrating, it didn't go unnoticed that someone had entered the store and was walking a few meters behind me, through the section where different guitars were exhibited. I thought that it was possibly one of the typical visitors that used to pass by the store: a teenager interested in entering the world of music, some parents looking for the perfect gift for their son or even an old man who was delighted with the records of his time. But no, this time it wasn't any of those boring people. Its was You.

You were wearing shorts that let your recently shaved legs shine, i could tell by the small cuts you made by mistake with the razor. Your feet were visible thanks to the sandals, your nails well cared for and painted in a nude color. Your white blouse, despite being large, revealed your white bra that adorned your breasts and how hard your nipples were due to the strong air conditioning of the place. You wore your hair in a half ponytail, so that your neck and what appeared to be hickeys that you were trying to cover up with concealer could be seen. Dirty girl.

My observations took only a few seconds, which were quick enough for you to turn around and smile at me as if you had known me all your life. At first glance you seemed to be reserved and rescued but those hickeys and the questionable choice of bra told me otherwise. You definitely led a double life. And I wanted to know about it.

I approached with my hands held forward, playing with my rings and putting on a kind expression with which we should always receive buyers, only this time it was not false but sincere thanks to you.

"You work here?" My God. Your voice was even more precious than your entire appearance. So sweet, so innocent. I can't wait to hear you say my name and how much you love me.

I let out a laugh at your question, so naive and perhaps clumsy considering that my name was framed on a plaque that was grabbed from one of the pockets of my jean jacket. Either you are very clueless or you knew that I work here and you wanted to act disinterested.

"Guilty." I replied amused.

You laughed and I couldn't help copying you. It's probably one of the most satisfying sounds I've ever heard. You laughing thanks to me.

"Tell me. Are you looking for something in particular?" I took a quick look at the guitars on display. I knew you weren't there for the guitars. Your delicate hands give you away instantly.

"Well..." You read my name on the plaque. "...Edward." Shit, shit, shit. I think I'm going to get a boner hearing my name leave your rosy lips. "I'm not here for the guitars."

I put on my best surprised face which caused another laugh to escape from you. Inside enjoying how easy you were to read and interpret, almost as transparent as your blouse.

"Wait, wait! Let me guess." I closed my eyes for a moment, putting on my expression of maximum concentration. "Got it! You're a pianist!"

"Yes! My God! How...? How did you guess?" You asked me really surprised, almost like a little girl.

"Let me tell you that your hands are too well cared for to be a guitarist, sweetheart." I responded by leaning on one of the shelves.

Your cheeks noticeably blushed upon hearing the nickname I gave you. Your eyes made eye contact with mine for a few seconds but then you dropped them to the ground. Are you ashamed? You are shy? Does my look intimidate you? I don't know, but it's adorable.

"I left Robin in charge of a vinyl..." You looked at me again but this time your body seems to be nervous. How much effect did my words have on you?

"Okay. Follow me!"

I walked to the counter, you followed me at a safe distance. I could feel your gaze on me, you were watching me. Did you also do it when you entered?

"In whose name...?"

"(y/n) ) (y/l)"

(y/n). Such a beautiful name. Made for you and only for you.

I searched among the merchandise that we had separated until I found the vinyl that was yours. 'Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli' Wow, Italian pianist. You must do magic with those fingers. Put the vinyl in a bag and hand it to you. When you grabbed it I noticed that you were wearing a bracelet made of charms with your name, it seemed to be made by a child. Do you have siblings, (y/n)? I am excellent with children, I assure you that we could get along if you introduce him to me. He will love me as much as you will.

You opened your wallet looking for money and I noticed that you had several credit cards, something not very common in someone your age unless you were from a family with money. I wouldn't be surprised if you were, the piano is an instrument widely practiced by people with economic power.

"Keep the change." So considerate. Love it.

"I hope to see you play very soon." My words will surprise you, apparently not many appreciate your music the way I do.

"Yes, it'd be great." You nodded your head. "Thank you Edward."

"Eddie. That's what everyone calls me."

"Okay. Thanks Eddie."

"You welcome, sweerheart."

And you left with a smile on your face.

Thanks Robin for having to pee. Thanks, because I was able to meet you.

During that week we saw each other several times. Well, actually I was seeing you.

Robin told me that she met you thanks to you practicing piano at his neighbor's house, who apparently is a very gifted pianist with a great reputation.

You do indeed have money, a lot to tell the truth. I checked it when I saw you waiting for your little brother in the parking lot of your school. I would have loved to come over and talk to you but I would have had to jump the fences. Yes, you study in a different place than most. An institute for people with money and that stands out for its good training in its students. That explained why I never saw you before.

Your classes finish much earlier than your brother's. Sometimes you wait for him and they go home together. The days that you have piano lessons you return home alone in your car and your parents take care of picking he up. Forgot to mention it. You have a beautifully expensive car. You drive well, follow the signs and avoid falling into incidents. I had to follow you with my truck to account for it.

You have piano lessons 3 times a week. Monday Wednesday and Friday. Same schedule and same routine that we both follow separately, obviously. You park your car in the parking lot of the house and go down with your backpack. He greets you by rubbing your back and you walk in, disappearing from my sight but not my ears.

The practice room overlooks the garden of the house. You arrive, you practice for an hour and a half and then you leave. While I am content to hide in the neighbor's garden who, luckily for me, is on vacation and listen to you play the angelic melodies. I don't need to see you, just hear what you think is more than enough for me. You were practicing the songs on the Benedetti Michelangeli vinyl, I know because I took the work to listen to it when I found out you bought it.

On Friday the routine was the same. You leave class, go home, get ready and go to your piano lessons. My routine hasn't changed either. I skipped class earlier so I could meet you in the parking lot, I follow you home, I wait until you get out and I walk you to your classes at a reasonable distance, I don't want to take away your personal space either. I park my truck far away, so I don't let Robin or any curious neighbors know I'm there. The neighbor's fence jumped and I sit on the floor to listen to you play.

Confusingly that day the routine was broken.

Several minutes passed in which I could not hear the sound of the piano. My curiosity got the best of me, I needed to see that you were there, that you were fine. I peeked over the fence to the house, seeing it for the first time that week. The courtyard was large and not very well lit, any crazy person could get in without being seen. The practice room was connected to the courtyard by a large glass window. That's when I saw you.

Lying on your stomach on the black piano, getting fucked by your teacher.

I was surprised but not that much. I could say I saw it coming. No man in his right mind could resist you, not even your master who is twice your age. Quickly all the puzzle pieces fell into place. The hickeys, the short skirts and dresses you wore to class, the overly affectionate greetings and goodbyes he gave you. How could I be such an idiot and not realize it sooner? It turned out to be more interesting than I thought, (y/n).

My pants started to bother me from the growing boner I was getting just looking at you. I had no choice but to lower my zipper, pull my cock out and start stroking myself to ease the pain. I was probably going to feel dirty and guilty about what I was doing afterwards, but I really needed it.

My hand pumped my cock slowly and precisely as I took in every detail of you. Your white panties were up to your knees, possibly the need of the moment didn't give him time to take them off completely. Your light blue dress was up to your waist, where one of the man's hands held it. I couldn't see your breasts but I would have killed for that. Your cheeks were the same rosy color as the time I called you 'sweetheart' last week. Beads of sweat gathered on your forehead and your cooked braids weren't as neat as when you entered the house a few minutes ago.

My fist moved more quickly and purposefully now, imagining it to be your pussy. Your eyes were closed and you bit your lower lip, probably to keep from making too much noise. Your teacher's attacks became more repetitive and desperate, the most assured thing is that he was about to cum. I was not far behind, increasing my movements and keeping up with the man. Groans and deep moans emerged from my throat at the sensation that was taking over my body. I kept my gaze fixed on you, on your curves, your face and the way my name came out of your mouth the first time we met.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." I groaned almost losing consciousness of my words.

My legs trembled the moment i came over my hand, soiling my pants on the spot. Your teacher finished too, staying inside you for a few moments and then coming out, revealing your sensitive pussy dripping with semen. He adjusted his pants and then handed you a towel so you could clean yourself. What a son of a bitch. If I were in his place I would clean your pussy with my tongue, tasting our fluids together. When you finished cleaning yourself, you adjusted your underwear and dress, trying to look presentable even though your face was still flushed and you were breathing hard. You tried to kiss him but he rejected you to instead caress your head as if it were a puppy. Ouch, that hurt and i could see it on your face.

My (y/n), my poor and naive (y/n). He is using you for his own pleasure and nothing more. He doesn't love you, nor does he deserve to. He's just playing with your feelings and that bothers me, a lot. Precisely because I know you and I know you don't deserve that, not at all. And I know you won't do anything to change it. But you're lucky to have met me.

I'm going to save you from there. I will do the impossible so that you are happy with me, because I am not a maybe, I am the one. And I'm going to prove it to you.

[prettybrownelf]

From Eden

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Prologue 

Pairings- Knight! Eddie Munson x Prince! Male! Reader

Summary- The only heir to the thrown of your kingdom, you are finally faced with the final realization that your life will never be your own

Word Count- 1436

Content Warnings- Royal AU, Suicidal Ideation

(Chapter 1)

A country formed from flowers and a child born with fangs. The cries of an infant who already knows he is nothing but a political piece. The world rejoices as the babe drowns in his tears, the smiles of his parents cause his voice to go unheard. They bow in his sight as the whispers begin amongst the kingdom.

“A child born from Eden.” 

Oh, how sweet is the sound of a child's first cry. 

That's what your mother always says. She loves to go on and on that she knew you were a boy based on the way you cried. She would ramble on about how strong your lungs were, and how tight you would grip her finger, clear signs of a strong boy. The grip seems to have gotten weaker as the years passed. 

Now, standing in the sun-filled bedroom of your parents, the familiar overwhelming anxiety of your life fills your stomach. The talking of the midwives drowns out your thoughts as the newborn girl they just delivered cries in your mother's arms. 

“It's a girl, Your Grace.” The midwife smiles.

Of course, it is.

The Gods loved playing this sick joke on you. Your mother has had three girls in the last six years in her attempt to have another heir to your father's throne. Every cry of a baby girl only made you sink deeper into your overwhelming anxiety. There is no one else to fill your role, and there never will be. 

A rough hand lands on your shoulder. Forcing your mind back to reality. Your father's stern eyes silently tell you to leave the room as the women take care of the newborn child. Your feet carry you before you can have a second to think. The fresh air of the castle hallway is only a temporary safety as your father shuts the door behind him. 

“Another girl.” His voice is too harsh for your ears. Your voice comes out weak as you try to look him in the eyes. “Yeah.” He shakes his head as he takes a deep breath. The energy he puts in the air chokes you as your gaze adverts to the marble floor. “May I be excused?” The sound of your voice makes you want to vomit as your father gives a sharp nod. 

You immediately make your way down the hall, taking the same, multiple turns to your bedroom. It's too much, it's always too much. An annoying huff comes from outside your door, making your brows furrow. 

The same guard you've had since thirteen years old stands at your door as you quickly pace into the room too large for only one person. 

Throwing yourself onto the circular black bed, you finally allow yourself a moment to breathe in your own air. 

Another girl, another princess, no one else to fill the role of heir. It's only you, the only son, the only prince, the only one able to carry on the generation. The entire weight of the family tree hangs on your shoulders. You often wish you could hang yourself from it. 

The sun's burning gaze stings your back, but your body refuses to move. Completely catatonic on the soft mattress, your thoughts are interrupted by a hard knock on the dark wood door. ‘There's truly never a moment of peace here.’ “Yes?” Opening the door, your ‘favorite’ guard stares at you through his helmet. 

“Your mother wants to speak to you.” You can see bits of his long brown hair from inside his iron helm, his dark brown eyes never leaving your form. “Whatever Eddie.” You murmur as you stomp past him. You can practically hear him roll his eyes as he follows you. 

“You don't need to follow me.” 

He glares.

“I'm your sworn protector my Lord, I am to be at your side at all times.” 

You almost scream as you turn away from him, hearing his armor clang as he follows behind you. “You didn't follow me when I saw the child, why do it now?” Eddie struggles to keep up with your long strides as he gives an annoyed grunt. “The only reason I stayed at my post is because you snuck off to see her without me, or anyone else, knowing.” You roll your eyes as you stand in front of your mother's door, looking up at the tall knight. “I'm the prince, I can do what I want.” Eddie stands post at the door as you shut the wood behind you. 

The light shines on your mother's face from outside as she lies on the bed. She's covered in sweat still as he reaches a hand up to beckon you to her. It takes a second for you to move to sit on the seat beside her bed. Her sweaty, cold hand takes on your own as she looks up at you. 

“My sweet son.” Her voice is hoarse as he rubs a thumb along your knuckles. “Mother, you should be resting.” She gives a small laugh as she looks up at the ceiling. “I know my dear, but I needed to speak with you.” Your throat grows dry as you stare at her. Her eyes wander back to you as she takes in your gaze. “My darling boy, my only son.” You knew where this was going.

“You already know what I'm going to say, don't you?” She gives a half-hearted laugh. She always knew how to read your mind. “Yes, I do.” She closes her eyes in the sun as she relaxes her body. “We will have to start looking for a wife for you.” Bile forms in your throat as you attempt to keep your composer. “Your father found a lot of girls, but one of them certainly stood out to me.” You rub your hand against hers as you attempt to act like you don't want to throw yourself off the balcony. 

“Who is she?” Your mother is already smiling as she fights against the sleep craving to take her body. “Her name is Nancy, she's a sweet girl. And our families have been allies for centuries.” 

The Wheelers, a powerful family, especially in trade. Joining the houses would be powerful. Breath reenters your lungs as you stare at your mother's eyes. “Is she the only one? Or are there more?” Your mother's hand leaves yours as she gets herself more comfortable in the bed. “There are more, but I believe your father wants you to marry Lady Nancy.” A small nod is all you can muster as you allow your mother her moments of rest. 

Eddie's head snaps to you when you leave the room, walking along the castle halls with no real destination. 

Nancy Wheeler, of all people here. There's nothing wrong with the girl, or the group of other lords and ladies she acquaints herself with, she's just so, proper. There's no way you'd be able to get out of this if she's the one you had to marry. Knowing her she's already been told and is planning on the big day. 

“Son.” The rough voice of your father stops you in your tracks as Eddie bows.

“My Lord.” Your father nods to him as he stands next to you. 

“(Y/n), I'm assuming you talked to your mother?” 

You nod as your weight shifts from one foot to the other. “Good, I've decided to refuse the rest of the proposals. Lady Nancy will be sailing in by the end of the week with her acquaintances as we make plans for the wedding.” He says it so finally as if you have no say in the matter as if he isn't talking about the rest of your life. “Of course my Lord.” 

The sun is already setting, so you decide to go back into your room, your safe haven, of course with Eddie following you. “I'll be out here my Lord.” You roll your eyes as you slam the door behind you. The large open balcony beckons you, but your legs carry you to your bed instead. You throw your boots off and get into anything besides the uncomfortable outerwear you're forced to be seen in. The bed always seems to become comfortable when your emotions become too much for your body. Tears are already flowing out of your eyes as you attempt to silence your cries on the pillow. Is this all you'll ever be? Forever the crying babe, reckoned with the knowledge that your life will never be your own? Are tears falling from your eyes going to be your legacy? From birth to death?

[libraryofloveletters]

Crazy In Love

Eddie Diaz x Reader 

Warnings: mentions of injuries, Eddie can’t do math or cook for shit, friends to lovers :))) 

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Note: takes place after Stuck (2x04) when abuela breaks her hip. Also, this was supposed to be for 911 readers week but I didn’t finish it in time sooooo just take it now instead :) 

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The phone rang, your arm stretched over the pile of dishes on the counter. “Hello ?” you answered, putting it on speaker and setting it back down.

Eddie’s voice rang through the speaker, echoing through the empty apartment. “Hey, can you do me a huge favour ?”

“If you're gonna ask me to bake a cake, I have literally no time, honey. I’m really sorry but I need to finish this order-” Eddie sounds like he cut himself off before saying something as you explain that you’re busy.

“Eds? Are you there ?”

“Yeah- yeah, I'm here.”

“What’s up?”

“You’re busy, I don’t want to bother you.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes because no matter how busy you are, you always made time for Eddie. He sighs heavily, so much so that you can hear him thinking.

“Eddie, what is it ?”

“Can you pick Chris up from school ? I know you’re busy but if you can’t, that’s ok-” “of course I can pick him up!”

The sound of a breath being released before a feminine voice called out for him. “I gotta go, Abuela needs me but he’s off at 3. Thank you, y/n - really.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Eddie.”

He mumbles something before hanging up. You glance at the phone screen - 2:24. You had enough time to change and shove the dishes in the dishwasher before having to head out so you did just that.

You had picked up Christopher from school a million times. His teachers knew you well enough that Eddie no longer had to call and let them know he wouldn't be picking up Chris but that you would be.

Standing outside of the school, the PTA parents were gossiping within their little bubbles, talking about the other members behind their backs but smiling in their faces. You bit back a smile before walking towards the gate. The students were lined up by the door, waiting for the bell to ring.

The moment it does, the students come running out with their teacher a few feet behind them in an attempt to keep up with them. One by one, their teacher lets them out, Christopher finally spotting you and this teacher waves hello as they open the gate for him.

“Y/n! What are you doing here!?” his little face lights up with a smile.

“Your dad asked me to come get you, he's with abuela.”

The two of you start making your way back to the car when Christopher asks you what his plans for the afternoon were. Soon you realized that Eddie didn’t give you any explanation as to where to go or what to do after you picked up Chris.

“How does ice cream and then abuela’s sound ?”

“Can we take some for her and dad too?” Chris asks as you help him into the car.

“Of course we can.”

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Christopher was lugging his backpack over his shoulder when you knocked on the door, two containers of ice cream in hand. Eddie opens the door, grinning at his son whose face matches his father’s.

“Hey kiddo” Eddie kneels, wrapping the boy in his arms. Christopher’s arms extend around his father, “hi dad, we bought ice cream” he points out the obvious.

Eddie glances up at you, the ice cream tucked under your arm - he flashes you a smile.

“Oh yeah?” he lets go of Chris. “Did you have any?”

“No,” he shakes his head, his hair flopping around as he snickers. Eddie pushes the hair from Christopher’s forehead. “So what’s this on your face?” swiping his finger on Chris’s chin, a little smudge of brown on his finger from the leftover ice cream.

“Paint.” Chris smiles at his father sweetly.

“Uh huh, paint.” he chuckles, stepping aside for Chris to come further into the house.

“Thanks for picking him up,” he leans on the door frame, stretching and his arms lift above his head as he does. You can’t help but glance down at the area of exposed skin - eyes glued to the man in front of you.

“Y/n?” Eddie’s waving his hands in front of you, eyes raising from their previous spot to his face - the blush was creeping up on your face whilst that stupid smug smile of his was on his.

“Would you like to come in?”

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude.”

“You won’t be.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

Stepping in, you take in the house. You had been by Isabel’s once or twice before but you had never come inside the house. The walls were painted a warm yellow colour, the furniture was spotless as was the rest of the house. Isabel sat on the couch with Chris beside her as he told her about his day at school.

“Chris, did you wash your hands?” Eddie calls, the door shutting. Chris doesn't answer which is an answer in itself. “Go now, please.” Eddie’s voice sounds closer, glancing behind you to see him beside you.

Chris grumbles but gets up, Isabel turns her attention to you and Eddie. “How are you feeling ?”

“As well as someone can with a broken hip” she gives you a smile.

“I’m glad you’re okay, you gave Eddie a scare” giving him a playful shove. “We got ice cream, vanilla and toffee. Chris said toffee was your favourite” handing her the small container. “It is, thank you. That’s so sweet of you.” she smiles, pulling the top off.

“No need to thank me, it was Christopher’s idea.”

“Ah, well I'll thank him when he comes back out.” she says smiling, “Eddie, a spoon please ?” she glances at the man beside you. He hums, stepping away for a moment to get her a spoon.

Chris comes running back in after washing his hands. “Dad! Can we stay over? Abuela said it was okay” he’s beside his father now, looking up at him with his big brown eyes that were practically begging him to let him.

You, Eddie and Isabel all knew that Christopher had his father wrapped around his finger and would ultimately get his way but Eddie had to give him a fatherly response and say no, they should go home. Isabel doesn't usually butt in but this time she did.

“Mijo, stay. I could use the company.” She says, patting the spot beside her and Chris makes his way over to sit beside her.

Eddie sighs, if he had a soft spot, it was for the two people on the couch. “Fine, just tonight then.”

Isabel smiles, satisfied with his answer. “y/n, stay for dinner darling. Eddie’s cooking” “Yea- who said I was cooking?” Eddie butts in, shocked at the assumption. “I did, mijo. Don’t worry, I'll tell you what to do.”

“Buddy, why don’t you finish up your homework so you can relax for the rest of the night ?” Eddie calls out to Chris, who again groans. He loved school but despised homework - as did most kids.

“I have math, I need help so I can’t do it because you’re busy.” Chris says plainly, thinking his statement will get him out of his math work because Eddie can’t do math for shit.

“I can help.”

“Y/n, you don't have to-” “no, it’s fine. C’mon kiddo” Chris grumbles, making his way to the dining room table, the two of you taking a seat when Eddie helps Isabel up and to the kitchen.

You can hear them talking and her telling Eddie to cut things a certain way or not to put too much of something into the pot. It only took 20 minutes for Christopher to finish his math homework, he brought it into the kitchen to show his dad.

“Look! I’m done! Math’s easy when you understand it.” that last bit was a little dig at Eddie and his math skills. You ruffled Chris’s hair as he walked back into the living room.

“Did he just-” Eddie watches his son make his way to the couch.

You hold back a laugh,“Mhm hm” Eddie shakes his head, chuckling. “Here, taste this.” he picks up some sauce from the pot, holding the spoon over his hand before handing it to Isabel.

Her face twists when she tastes it, “Eddie, I love you honey, but that’s terrible.” you press your lips together, holding back a chuckle.

“What?” he pouts, sighing. “I swear it tasted fine ten minutes ago.” sitting beside Isabel in defeat.

You pick up another spoon and taste some for yourself, your expression matching Isabel’s from moments ago. Eddie had remembered to put everything in, except the paprika and the salt, you add a bit of both and stir the pot. Taking the spoon from Eddie, you pick up a bit of the sauce and hand it back to Isabel.

“Ah, that’s better.” she hums, making you smile as she hands you back the spoon. Eddie sighs, letting you know that he was still there.

"Why don’t you go see if Christopher wants to watch something or if he wants a snack ?” his grandmother nudged him, a signal for him to leave the kitchen. “y/n can take over for you”

“Abuela, you can’t invite them in and have them work for their dinner.” he says, making her laugh.

“It’s okay Eds,” waving him off. “I don’t mind, really.”

Eddie left the kitchen and made his way over to the couch, listening as Chris told him about his day. He glanced back to see if everything was alright but he noticed that the two of you were laughing as you told Isabel something. Eddie would be lying if his heart didn’t skip a beat.

He stopped seeking his parents’ approval of who he dated- for a matter of fact, it went out the window when he brought Shannon home the first time but seeing you with an abuela made him so warm and happy, he couldn't help but smile.

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Eddie’s hand slipped onto your hip, his chest against your back. “Can I help you, Eddie?” you mumble, your eyes on the dishes in front of you.

He hums, hands coming around and arms now wrapped around your waist. Eddie felt your wet hands pull his hands off of you, “Isabel and Chris are in the other room, stop it”

His head tilted, that innocent look on his face, “stop what?”

“Eddie,” turning to face him, “shh I don’t want to hear it” he cuts you off, hands back on your waist.

“I don’t think I've ever loved someone the way I love you.” His words come off so sweet and loving but hit you like a ton of bricks.

You loved Eddie, more than anything but you had never actually told him nor did you ever feel the need too. It was always implied that as friends, you loved and cared about each other.

Eddie always knew he loved you, there was never any question about that but something about you, seeing you with an abuela and how great you were with Christopher (as you always were) just pushed him over the edge.

He had to tell you.

“Y/n, you know I love you- and before you say anything, I know I’ve never actually said it to you but I didn’t feel like I had too, you knew I did.”

“I know.”

“Yeah.”

You were still gathering your thoughts, trying to come up with the words to tell him you loved him too but Eddie’s expression changed. His brows furrowed, eyes studying your face - the worry had set in.

What if you didn’t feel the same way ? God, he’d feel so stupid if he embarrassed himself like that.

The years of friendship were enough for you to realize how he was feeling. You were lacking words and you know what they say, actions speak louder than words.

Your hands reach for his face, now cupping his cheeks. Your lips meet his, he pulls you closer to him- if that's even possible. It was a few moments before you pulled away.

Eddie smiles lovingly at you and you’re sure you have the same expression plastered on your face. “Um- I think that says it.” you hum, smiling at him.

“Doesn't mean you can't say it,” he pokes fun at you, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Eddie?”

“Y/n,”

“I love you.”

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