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This shouldnāt hurt as much as it does.Ā
Things couldāve ended far worse than they actually did. Hell, most of the couples in their school tended to make breakups as dramatic as possible, normally painting one half of the relationship as some kind if irredeemable monster, if not to paint them as this sympathetic martyr, than just to save face that it actually hurt.Ā
In her case, Eddie Munson told her they just werenāt a good match and he wanted to be friends again instead. That was as healthy as they could possibly get. And in the best case scenario, too, sheād still be able to have him be a part of her life. She didnāt think she could stand the thought of seeing him in the halls and not being able to acknowledge him.Ā
Sheād fallen hard and fast for Eddie, embarrassingly so.Ā
Given the heavy duty of designated driver for the little hooligans sheād somehow decided to adopt with Steve Harrington, sheād gotten accustomed to waiting in the high school parking lot, her nose pressed into the creases of her current novel while she waited for them to finish their important campaigns, all procured from the brilliant mind of Eddie Munson.Ā
Sheād known him before then, too, but only in passing. Heād often make a big spectacle of himself in the cafeteria just to bug the other students, and he held the record as super senior. But sheād never even talked to him until she saw him walk the boys out after a seemingly successful campaign, his arms wrapped tightly around Dustin and Lucasā shoulders as he praised them.
Heād acknowledged her when he got to her car.Ā
āMy fair maiden,ā heād said,Ā āI apologize for the delay.ā
Sheād blubbered out some kind of half-hearted response, good enough to make him laugh, and that made her heart go a million miles a minute.Ā
It didnāt take long before sheād gotten the courage to ask him out, even if it was just for coffee. He was surprised, but he agreed.Ā
It had been nice, he even drove her home after. She probably shouldāve seen the signs then because he didnāt suggest a second meet up, she had instead. And heād agreed.
It was about a month before they made themselves official, in Hawkins High language, practically married. But it really just meant she got to hold his hand between classes and get quick kisses goodbye when it was time to separate, somehow always on her cheek than her lips.Ā
Sheād thought their dates were fun; it was a lot of pressure since he always left it up to her, never having any other idea than lounging about her home and just watching TV. But she was the one who thought of renting movies for horror marathons, figuring it was up his alley. She thought of bowling and drive-in theaters and picnicking near the quarry for its desolate atmosphere, another thing she figured was right up his alley.Ā
But things came to an underwhelming end when Eddie approached her at her locker on some random Thursday to tell her things just werenāt working out and he wanted to stay as friends. Despite how much even that had hurt, she agreed. She didnāt want to make him do anything he regretted.Ā
She could still be friends with him, happily so. That meant she could still sit with him at lunch, hear his outlandish tales, and be able to admire him from afar, even if she was no longer able to touch him and hold his hand.Ā
āBe honest,ā sheād heard Gareth say as she approached with her tray,Ā āwhat really happened? You know, most guys woulda killed to be able to take her out, the fact she stuck around for months is surprising enough.ā
Eddie shrugs, chewing absentmindedly on a pretzel heād brought. She would pack him lunches when they were together since he always forgot and resorted to eating prepackaged things instead. Since they broke up, it seemed like old habits really did die hard.Ā
āTo tell you the truth,ā he starts rather dramatically,Ā āno substance. Pretty face, nice voice, real sweet, but God, boring as all hell.ā He runs a hand down his face. The other boys seemed surprised. Dustin and Mike share a look, but say nothing, clearly waiting to hear more. Because there was no way it could be just that. There had to be more. They knew her better than anyone, had been through so much with her. What could be the real reason Eddie broke things off?
āAnd?ā Dustin coaxes.
āAnd what?ā
āDude, seriously?ā Mike scoffs.Ā āShe wasnāt interesting enough for you?ā
Eddie shakes his head.Ā āLook, sheās a great gal. And I know you guys are super close, which is awesome, but we just werenāt the best match. And I felt like shit that she was putting in all of the effort when I wasnāt interested. Now sheās free to...I dunno...find someone boring, too.ā He sniggers, elbowing Jeff beside him trying to get him to laugh, too, but he could see how upset Dustin and Mike were.Ā
Luckily, for her sake, they didnāt notice her standing there, having overheard everything. Spinning right back around, sheād ditched her tray onto one of the trash bins before leaving the cafeteria completely before there was a chance anyone could see her tears.Ā
God, it shouldnāt hurt as much as it does, she thinks again. He was more than welcome to have his own opinion, but why did it have to be something like that?Ā
He was right, she wasnāt exactly Chrissy Cunningham or Heather Holloway, being this huge spectacle that made every new day more exciting than the last. All things considered, sometimes too much excitement frightened her. Having risked her life at least once a year for nearly four years now made her yearn for the more simple things. It was stupid of her to think Eddie would want the same. Eddie Munson, who liked to make scenes in the cafeteria and rock out in a bar with his band. He didnāt crave the simplicity of life like she did.
She didnāt go back into that cafeteria for the remaining of the lunch period. In fact, sheād decided to skip the rest of the day completely, knowing she shared three periods with Eddie and right now she really didnāt want to see him. She just wanted to get away, leave herself to her own thoughts to try to calm down.Ā
Well, that really only lasted for ten minutes because she found herself pulling into the small parking lot into Family Video. She spots Steveās car at the far end and knows heās inside. It was childish of her to go running and crying to Steve Harrington, who she knew would take her side and say all the cruel things about Eddie that she couldnāt bring herself to because she really just needed someone on her side right now. Aside from Dustin and Mike, of course. She wouldnāt forget how they jumped to her defense.Ā
The little bell rings at the top of the door as she walks in, startling Steve into consciousness, who seemed to be snoozing on the edge of the counter, drool pooled across his forearm. He wipes feverishly at his face and blinks unfocused in her direction, trying to situate himself quickly into his customer service face.
āWelcome to Fam-Jesus, you scared me,ā he cuts himself off when he at last realizes itās her. Confused, he turns to glance at the clock hung up on the wall.Ā āDonāt tell me schoolās out already? You beat Robin here.ā
āNo, Iām playing hooky,ā she shakes her head, unsteadily moving towards the counter.Ā
āWhat? You? Iām sorry, am I still dreaming?ā Steve asks dramatically.Ā āSince when do you, of all people, ever skip class? Iād sooner believe Nancy doing it than you.ā
āJust...needed a break sāall,ā she says with a shrug, looking around.Ā āKeith not here?ā
āNah, heās off today. Something about a new graphic novel heās been dying to get. Says heād have to wait overnight just to get one of the first editions. I donāt know, I donāt really listen to him unless heās handing over my check,ā Steve said. She leans up against the counter, trying to act casual.Ā āEverything okay?ā
āYeah, why wouldnāt things be okay?ā
āWell, for one, having to clarify that things are supposed to be okay when asked if everythingās okay is a pretty big indicator that things arenāt, in fact, okay.ā Steve says with a laugh.Ā āSo everythingās not okay, then?ā
āEverythingās okay,ā she lies.Ā āI just...can I ask you something?ā
āYeah?ā
She isnāt sure how to come out and say it without sounding stupid. Better, she canāt figure out a way to come out and say it without sounding completely pathetic. But this was Steve, he was the king of asking her embarrassing things. He even called her once at three in the morning to ask how long you were supposed to leave cookies in the oven for. The follow up question was how to get the burnt smell out before his mom came home.Ā
āAm I boring?ā
Steve tilts his head.Ā āHuh?ā
āAm I boring, Steve? Am I boring?ā
āNo? Who gave you that idea?ā Steve snorts, like he thinks it was a foolish thing to ask.Ā āWhoever it is clearly hasnāt seen you handle a crowbar.ā He was referencing when sheād nabbed a crowbar from the junkyard lot to fend off the demodogs with him, all to protect the little ones in the bus. She doesnāt want to remember that right now, not when it makes her feel cold inside.Ā
āNobody, I just...I dunno, I just think that maybe Iām not as exciting as, like...you o-or Rob or Nancy or, hell, even Jonathan.āĀ
āNonsense, youāre a badass! True story, you know I wouldnāt say that about just any...ā Steve trails off, finally really looking at her.Ā āHey...hey, why are you really askinā me that? Something happen? Someone say something to you?ā
āNo, Steve, I was just asking.ā
āYouāre lying,ā he accuses.Ā āWho was it, was it Byers? Nancy? Not Robin...ā
āNo! No, Steve, they didnāt say anything, please just drop it. I shouldnāt have asked.ā
Steveās face eventually relaxes, having realized he knew exactly who she was talking about.
āMunson.ā
She shakes her head.Ā āStop it, Steve.ā
āWhat did he say? I thought he just wanted to be friends, whereās all this coming from?ā he asked. There were too many questions being thrown at her. She doesnāt want to cry, especially not in front of him, but as soon as she feels her cheek dampen that was it. Soon she was burying her face in her hands and trying to stop the little whimpers from coming out.
She doesnāt notice Steve leap easily over the counter. He pulls her close, shushing her quietly.Ā
āHey, Iām sorry, I didnāt mean to make you upset,ā he says. She sniffles, wrapping her arms around him. Heās petting her hair, kissing the crown of her head, trying his damndest to get her to calm down and talk to him. He was the perfect person to come to, she now realizes. Her subconscious knew Steve was the answer.
When she finally stopped crying, he at last let her go, giving her some space.
She rubs the tears from her eyes and wipes the tears on her jeans.
āWant me to kill him?ā he asks jokingly. She laughs. He smiles again.Ā āWhat happened? Can you tell me now?ā
She told him what Eddie had said, the real reason heād broken up with her and how she ran from the cafeteria and came here. Steve was reasonably upset, but he didnāt want to make it all about pounding Eddie into a pulp, he knew she needed her friend right now and he was prepared to be just that.
āHey, screw him,ā Steve scoffs, throwing an arm over her shoulders and pulling her back into his chest.Ā āYouāre far from boring, believe me, and honestly if you ask me you could do so much better than Eddie Munson. The guy picks his nose. I saw him once. It was gnarly.ā
Sheās laughing again, playfully hitting him.Ā
āThank you, Steve,ā she says,Ā āIām sorry to dump all this on you, I just needed someone to talk to, you know?āĀ
āWell, you came to the right guy. I canāt tell you it gets much better from public humiliation, but I can tell you that you find much better shit to focus on. Like this obviously stellar job. Robin. My new stereo I saved up for. And...well, you.ā He playfully flicks her nose. She wrinkles her nose and swats his hand away.Ā āEddie doesnāt know what heās talkinā about. But I know heās gonna kick himself in the ass when he realizes he lost a girl like you.ā
āYeah, youāre just saying thatĀ ācause youāre my friend.āĀ
āNot true, I also wanna bug you for your famous cookies.ā Steve winks.
āI can bring them to you tonight, then.ā she said, patting his arm.Ā āI should get going. Um...you clearly are very busy and I donāt wanna keep you from doing your job.ā
āI know, such a bad influence. The gateway rebellion was skipping class. Now itās job defiance,ā Steve chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.Ā āHey, um...if you want, when you come by tonight, maybe you could stick around? Was gonna rifle through the back, borrow some flicks to waste my evening away. Free to join me if you want? Robin flaked out on me, says sheās doing some band practice with Vicky. Didnāt ask for details.ā
She thinks about it and smiles.Ā āSounds like fun. Girlsā night.ā
āInvitation rescinded!ā Steve shouts, turning away.Ā
āNo, Iām kidding, Iām kidding, stop!ā she protests, giggling.Ā āIāll bring cookies and pizza, Steve. Iāll be there.ā
āAlright, then,ā Steve said.Ā āUm...hey, donāt worry about Eddie, alright? Heās just being a dick. And honestly, apart from his relationship with the rugrats, heās still gonna be a dick. He missed out on a girl like you. Clearly heās a martian.ā
āDoesnāt mean much when Iām from Hawkins. But thank you, Steve. Iāll see you tonight,ā she says, squeezing his hand and finally leaving the store back to her car. She left feeling much lighter than she had going in. He was right. Forget Eddie. If he thought she was so boring he clearly didnāt need her around him. She had other friends, friends like Steve.
Smiling to herself, she climbs into the driverās seat and turns the key into the ignition, hearing the engine roar to life.
Things would be just fine.Ā
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KNOCK AT THE CABIN | Part Two
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Written for @bettyfrommars, @allthingsjoeq and @somnambulic-thing ās excellent Stranger Prompts challenge - thank you for this, friends!
Series Summary: After the events of the previous months, everyone is shocked by the unexpected return of an old friend. But how much has he changed?
Chapter summary: Some answers, more questions š
WC: ~8.5k
C/W: 18+, MDNI, NSFW, series CW for eventual Eddie Munson x fem!reader smut, post-S4, Upside Down exists, dark/supernatural themes, emotional scenes, eventual friends-to-lovers, descriptions of minor injuries, food/eating, mentions of canon-typical torture/experiments.
A/N: This series contains a lot of themes and scenarios that I havenāt written for before, Iād love to know what you think! Please comment and reblog, it means the world to writers, and reblogs mean work gets seen. Abundant thanks to @the-unforgivenn for beta-ing and playing The Thesaurus Game š This series has a taglist so if youād like to be on either it or my general one just lemme know in a comment, ask or message, Iād love to have you on board šš
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You wake earlier than they do, shards of sunlight peeking through Steveās pathetically thin and badly arranged curtains hitting you straight in the face.
You donāt move initially, enjoying the sound of both boysā soft, rhythmic breaths, grateful theyāve both had the opportunity to rest and sleep.
You use this moment of stillness to allow the events of the previous night to filter through your consciousness. Eddieās still here. Heās somewhat warmer than he was, and is still breathing. Youāll take all of those as a win.
His arm is still wrapped around your ribs, his chest against your back. During the night, one of his thighs has made its way between yours, and his hips are now pressed up against the swell of your ass.
You suppose that if you look at it objectively, heās in a pretty good approximation of the Recovery Position. Good for him. Promoting healing, aiding recovery, and all that.
And you suppose that if you look at it subjectively, having the entire length of Eddieās body squashed against the entire length of yours, and having his leg pressed against you just there, stirs feelings that are inappropriate for you to be having right now. Such as how much youāre enjoying it. How safe you feel. How much you wish there werenāt even these small, thin pieces of fabric separating you from himā¦
He snuffles behind you, groaning softly, and his arm contracts, pulling you even closer to him. Youād much prefer it was more than just the involuntary tensing of a waking man thatās causing him to do this, but push that thought to the back of your mind.
You slowly turn your head as far as you can, only able to see a little of him out of the corner of your eye. His hair is fuzzy as hell, but thatās the least of your concerns right now.
In what you hope is a soft and comforting voice, you ask,
āMorning, big guy. Howāre you feeling?ā
Eddieās voice is cracked and broken, like he hasnāt used it in a while. Itās gravelly and low as he mumbles,
āMmf. A little sore, but warm. God, it feels so good to be warmā¦ā
His arm clenches around you again, and he pushes his face into the back of your neck.
Trying to cover an unbidden moan, and inject some levity, you reply,
āWell, thank goodness for that, otherwise all of mine and Steveās efforts last night wouldāve been for nothing.ā
Eddie shifts, starting to get a sense of where he is and the situation heās found himself in. It causes Steve to stir behind him and let out a little groan of his own, and you feel Eddie freeze.
Trying to calm him and keep this obviously bizarre situation simple and light, you mumble,
āYeah, body heat seemed to be the best way to keep you warm. I donāt suppose waking up naked between me and Harrington was on your bucket list, right?ā
Eddieās cheeks donāt exactly flush (going from pale grey to pale pink far too much of a gradient to be entirely achievable right now), but you do notice a little warmth appear in them.
Eddie jests, at least you think heās jesting, as his grip around you tightens again, stronger this time as his muscles wake up, and he chuckles lightly as he smooshes his face into your hair,
āWell, it's definitely not the worst place Iāve ever woken up.ā
This rouses Steve enough that heās now fully awake, and he seems to remember where he is too. He moves away from Eddie and sits up, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Glancing over, he mumbles,
āHey, man. So, thereās literally hundreds of things I wanna ask you right now, but I guess Iāll start with, uh, how are you?ā
Steveās face contorts with a mix of incredulity and embarrassment at the utter banality of the question he just asked.
Unfazed, Eddie replies,
āHonestly, dude? Iām not entirely sureā¦ā
He tries to shift his legs to sit up, but realises how enmeshed they are with yours, and inadvertently pushes his thigh up even closer to you.
Steve continues, unable to stop himself.
āWhat happened? Where have you been? How did you even get here?ā
Eddie lets out a long, low exhale.
Finally picking up on how tired Eddie still is, and how tangled your and Eddieās limbs are, you guess Steve decides he doesnāt want to get into any of that right now and declares,
āYāknow what, Iām gonna go make coffee.ā
He grabs some sweats and a crumpled tee, and heads out towards the kitchen, leaving you and Eddie alone.
Fuck, this is awkward.
After a short pause, you mumble,
āYeah, I suppose we should get up too. The kids are gonna be beside themselves, Iād prepare yourself for a barrage of questions if I were you.ā
Exhaling, you somewhat reluctantly extricate yourself from Eddieās embrace, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for the pile of clothes youāre grateful you had the foresight to put out last night.
Pulling on jeans, a worn t-shirt and a woollen jumper, you sit back down and turn to Eddie, whoās now leaning up against Steveās battered headboard, sheets bunched around his waist.
You notice his eyes are still sunken and red-rimmed, but heās lost some of the sallowness that he had last night, and his features are significantly more relaxed.
As he sits up you have the chance to observe his torso properly. Heās thinner, and much paler, than the boy you remember. The odd appearance of his musculature that you could see last night is still abundantly present.
And there are scars. Lots of scars. They vary in appearance and colour, rough slashes and violent starbursts, in silvery white, muted pinks and shades of angry purples and reds. Some look smooth and well-healed, whilst others are raised and jagged. Some transect the inked designs you came to know so well, and it looks like he mightāve lost a nipple.
Realising youāve been staring, you tear your eyes away and move them instead to Eddieās face. He looks terrified, like heās worried youāre going to find him abhorrent and run away screaming.
He starts to reach for the covers, to cover himself, but you lunge forwards and grab one of his hands in yours. You donāt break his gaze as you tell him,
āItās okay, Eddie. You donāt have to hide yourself from me.ā
His face softens, but his eyebrows remain pinched and his lips are still pressed tightly together.
Finally looking down as you stroke over his hand with both of yours, you notice that the wounds that you bathed and tended to only a few hours ago are practically healed, only a few areas of redness remaining where there were bleeding gashes and scarlet grazes. Some have almost disappeared.
You decide not to focus on this and concentrate instead on the fact that your friend, your best friend, the one you all thought was dead, is back with you here, right now.
Grasping his hand in both of yours, you murmur,
āHowever it happened, itās really, really good to have you back, you know.ā
He smiles then, and although it reaches his eyes, it does little to lift the grey pallor of his face.
He brings his other hand over, and as he rubs his thumbs over your knuckles he notices the ring on your thumb. He runs a pad over the contours of the skull.
āYou- You kept this?ā
āOf course! I wear it every day. It helps me remember my best friend.ā Your voice gets quiet as you add, unsure whether youāre overstepping.
āIt helps keep you close to me.ā
You hold each other's gaze for a beat too long, and Eddieās lips open as if heās going to say something.
Before he has the chance, a ball of anxiety rises in your throat, and you decide you canāt take the risk of himā¦ what?
Telling you youāre stupid? That it doesnāt mean anything? That he wants his ring back?
You know none of this sounds like anything Eddie would say, but in your fragile, exhausted state you need to protect yourself from the risk of emotional harm, no matter how small.
You remove your hand from his and bend to retrieve the clothes Steve left for him, reasoning with a small smile,
āWe donāt want you getting cold again, right?ā
Eddie starts to dress, grunting a little as his limbs start working again. He only has time to pull on the worn sweatshirt when the door bursts open and the kids rush in. Dustin first, swiftly followed by Mike and Lucas, whilst Will and Jane hang back in the doorway.
The three teens leap, grinning, onto Steveās bed, whooping and hollering and rolling around. Theyāre full of questions and theories and tales of what theyāve been doing whilst heās been gone, all talking over one another.
Whilst Eddie is smiling and laughing and you can tell heās buoyed by their love and exuberance, you also know he still needs to recover from last night, let alone whatever else he might have been through these past few weeks. So after a few minutes you shoo them out, instructing them to go help Steve make breakfast.
Dustinās the last to leave, pausing in the doorway as he turns back, running his hand down his cheek and saying, with an infinitely adoring expression on his face,
āI canāt believe youāre here, man. Itās so good to have you back.ā
They share friendly smiles before Dustin turns on his heel and follows the others, his voice decreasing in volume as he heads down the hallway yelling,
āIām on toast duty today! You guys ate all the good peanut butter last timeā¦ā
You both snicker at their antics, Eddie shaking his head a little.
You want to say more, but settle for,
āThey missed you. We all did.ā
Eddie furrows his eyebrows and rolls his lips inwards into a tight-lipped smile, and you sense that heās just as emotional as you all are.
He continues dressing, and youāre relieved the kids didnāt see Eddieās scars, for all their sakes. Youāre not sure whether theyāre ready to revisit what happened in the Upside Down, and you don't want Eddieās first day back with you all to involve him having to uncomfortably explain where they all came from.
He dons the rest of the unfamiliar clothing, and eventually stands, facing you. He spreads his arms wide and pulls a goofy face, raising his eyebrows high and flattening his mouth into a thin line, knowing how unlike āhimā he must look right now.
You never imagined youād ever see your favourite black-loving metalhead in an oversized heather grey Hawkins Athletic sweatshirt, worn navy sweatpants and fluffy white sports socks, but needs must, and at least itās all clean and heās staying warm.
Thereās a crash in the kitchen, startling both of you, but it prompts you to suggest,
āCome on, letās go see what chaos those guys are causing.ā
You direct him to the front of the house, and as Eddie shuffles into the kitchen all eyes turn to him. You see the kids take in his fluffy hair and new garb. He notices and, preemptively gesturing to himself and in a very close approximation of his Dungeon Master voice, says,
āIf anyone says anything about this, I swear I will kill you. Got it?ā
Mike and Lucas try to act like they werenāt even looking, and Dustin raises his hands in supplication. Jane laughs at the boysā responses and Will smirks at the shenanigans, and youāre certain he and Eddie are going to get along just fine.
The kids have made everyone a simple breakfast of boiled eggs, toast and fresh oatmeal and they bring it to the large farmhouse-style table as everyone gets situated. Craving his proximity, you take the chair next to Eddie. Steveās made a large pot of hot coffee, which is swiftly devoured by the four adults and almost instantly requires replenishment.
The kids want to fill Eddie in on, well, everything. Over breakfast thereās much chatter about whatās been happening in town, how the three of you ended up staying here, how kind and supportive Wayne and Owens have been, even a somewhat discombobulating discussion of what Eddieās funeral was like. Plus thereās tales from the boys about D&D and stuff thatās important to the teens, most of which you zone out of.
Eddie is also properly introduced to the two he doesnāt know. He greets Will with a broad smile and claps both his hands around the boyās slender one, a symbolic gesture full of characteristic Eddie warmth, welcoming another sheep even though this particular one has known the others for many years.
You donāt think anyone else notices, but you donāt miss the moment of extended eye contact and tiny nods that are exchanged between him and Jane, as they are introduced and shake hands.
Eddie seems to have a good appetite, devouring four warm, runny-yolked eggs, three slices of toast slathered with butter and jelly, and two large bowls of oatmeal with honey and syrup in rapid succession.
Thereās some syrup on his chin when heās finished. You want to clean it off with your thumb and suck it into your mouth, but you resist the urge.
The food cheers him, even seems to put a little colour in Eddieās cheeks. Well, perhaps not colour exactly, but a move from grey to white is certainly progress. Itās hardly Cordon Bleu cuisine, but Eddieās hoovered it up like itās the best meal heās ever had. You wonder what heās been surviving on all this time to make such simple stuff seem so luxurious.
Coffee mugs are refreshed, the table is cleared, and there follows a semi-formal exchange of the personal items of Eddieās that are in the cabin. Lucas returns his pocket knife, which Eddie thanks him for with a bro handshake and a half-hug, and Dustin gets down on one knee and presents him with his wallet chain on outstretched hands, as if heās presenting a weapon or battle trophy to his commander. Eddie ruffles his hair and brings him in for a crushing bear hug.
Robin and Steve return his crucifix and boarās head rings, which he dons, and you canāt help noticing that theyāre slightly looser than they used to be. Youāre grateful nobody questions why you donāt return the skull ring to him, or seems to notice the knowing glance and small smile that he gives you.
Dishes are cleaned and yet more coffee is brewed, and you head to the utility room to see how Eddieās clothes are doing in the (noisy, and possibly unsafe) drier. As you return thereās a lull in the conversation.
Ever the direct one, Robin canāt stand the not knowing any longer, and as Steve pours the next round of coffees she blurts,
āSo, what the fuck happened? We thought you were dead. You were dead. They fucking buried you!ā
The kitchen falls silent for a moment, nobody sure how much Eddie wants to divulge or relive.
He wraps his palms around his steaming mug, and takes a long, slow, deep breath in and out before he starts talking.
āI donāt remember much after that night with the, uh, Demobats. I kinda remember being jostled into a van, or a military-type vehicle maybe? And tubes, bright lights, people shoutingā¦
āThe next thing I know, Iām in some kind of lab, a poky room with a tiny cot and metal furniture, and people coming in at all hours to prod at me and stick me with needles. They did all sorts of tests and injected me with shit, and they wouldnāt tell me what any of it was.
āIām not sure whether itās a good or a bad thing that I canāt remember a lot of detail. Itās mostly just pain, agony, and being either chained or locked up. And screaming, so much screaming... Whether that was me or the others, I donāt know.ā
You interject,
āThere- There were others?ā
He nods slowly.
āYeah, definitely more than just me. I have no idea how many, who they were, what happened to them...ā
His hands start trembling, and he lets go of the mug thatās started to shake in his grip, quickly putting his hands in his lap.
āI think the injections they were giving me were concoctions made from theā¦ things they foundā¦ down there.
āOwens visited me a couple of times. He said he didnāt like what was being done to me but he wasnāt able to change anything. The last time I saw him he told me he was being transferred to a different site and didnāt think heād be able to visit again, but he wanted me to know there was someone on his side.ā
Thereās a brief pause before he continues,
āThe last, uhh, experiment was the worst-ā
Eddie screws up his face and clenches his teeth at the memory, and balls up one fist, bringing it up to his pursed lips. He squeezes his eyes closed, and a tear appears at the corner of one eye.
You donāt know whether itās the right thing to do, but you grab his other hand under the table, hoping itāll give him comfort but fully expecting him to flinch away.
He doesnāt, and his hand clamps around yours in a fierce grip, almost crushing it.
Voice trembling and breaking, he continues.
āIt was- Jesus H Christ- it was like liquid fucking fire. All I remember was feeling like theyād injected me with molten lava, and then there was so much shouting, and hands holding me down, and then everything went black...ā
He pauses, and nobody else speaks.
Steve swallows, the tap drips into the sink and Robinās rings clink softly against her coffee mug as she turns it anxiously.
āAnd thenā¦ And then the next thing I remember is coming to, and feeling cold, so- so fucking cold. And darkness, absolute darkness. And I was so scared, and I just started scraping and scratching at whatever was over me, and just kept scrabbling and digging untilā¦ there wasnāt anything over me anymore.ā
Youāre all stunned.
Someone says a quiet āfuckā, and you think you hear a sob, perhaps from Dustin.
Steve remains silent but runs a hand through his hair, palm coming to rest over his mouth, and Robin mutters a soft,
āShit, Eddie.ā
You all realise that Eddie wasnāt lying on a slab at all for these past two months, but was being experimented on, and it takes a long moment to sink in.
Eventually, Eddie says,
āFuck. They really buried me, huh?ā
To illustrate his point and as an attempt to inject some humour into the moment, he loosely combs his fingers through his fluffy locks and asks, āWhen I got here, did I have stuff in my hair?ā
There are a few chuckles, and someone throws a balled up paper napkin at him.
Thereās another short pause where nobody says anything, but then itās like a dam breaks and everyone starts talking at once. Robin and Steve make comparisons with the Russians, the kids offer D&D analogies and half-baked scientific theories, and people ask Will and Jane what they think.
For the rest of the morning much discussion ensues, as well as the consumption of store-brand cookies and even more coffee, and you all try to fill in the blanks. Whilst some of the kids interject with ideas and suggestions, others sit quietly, mostly listening. You wonder quite how much secondhand trauma this is going to cause all of them.
As a group you eventually surmise that some shadowy branch of the military was battering Eddie and the others with all sorts of tests, and injecting them with unknown substances, goals unknown and refusing to tell anyone what they were.
Owens clearly never agreed with their approach, and it sounds like he tried to distance himself as much as possible.
The military finally took their experiments too far. Thinking theyād killed him, they eventually released Eddieās body to his only family, Wayne, and allowed him to be buried.
Unbeknownst to them, their final experiment was the most successful, it just took longer to manifest than the others. Weeks, in fact. Just long enough for the scientists (if you could even call them that) to lose any expectation of a recovery, and for Owens and Wayne to organise a funeral.
Eddie had awoken, dazed, trapped and freezing and with no idea where he was, and had somehow managed to smash the lid of his coffin and scramble his way to the surface. On a rainy night, miles from anywhere.
Finally, Mike is the first to ask the question you think most of you have been contemplating.
āDude, how did you even find us?ā
At particularly painful points in his oration, Eddie has looked to you, seemingly finding comfort in your face, and his gaze doesnāt leave yours as he replies,
āHonestly? I donāt really know. I just had thisā¦ feelingā¦ that I needed to come in this direction. And the closer I got, the more certain I was that this is where Iād find you.ā Hurriedly, he looks around the rest of the group and adds, āFind you all.ā
He carefully lays the hand not holding yours flat onto the table, and, eyes fixed on the faded floral tablecloth, he chokes back a sob as he asks a question that heās clearly been holding back.
āWhy didnāt anyone- Why didnāt you come find me?ā
Robin grabs his hand across the table, wrapping it in both of hers, holding it tightly. Thereās a beat of silence before she speaks.
āW-we didnāt know! They didnāt tell us anything about any lab. We thought you were dead. Eddie, that first night? They told us youād died!ā
Her voice cracks on the last word, and you see tears start to slowly run down her cheeks.
Eddie chokes, and his eyes lift to the ceiling.
Dustinās the first to move as he scrapes his chair back and sprints around to Eddie, enveloping his shoulders and neck in a clumsy but aggressively enthusiastic hug as he mumbles into his friendās shoulder,
āBut youāre not dead. Youāre not. Youāre here, with us, now. Youāre back, Eddie, youāre back...ā
Lucas stands too, ruffling Eddieās hair and half-hugging the top of his head with one arm, leaning his cheek against Eddieās curls, and you lean into Eddie, placing your forehead against the side of his bicep.
Steve turns from where heās been brewing even more coffee, and moves to place his hand on a patch of shoulder not covered by Dustin or Lucas, patting softly. As he turns back to the stove he comments,
āYeah, man. Dāyou really think we wouldnātāve come got you? Fuck those guys and all their crappy experiments. No one does that to a member of The Party.ā
You simultaneously feel Eddieās grip on your hand tighten, and the rest of his body relax. Many of you are crying, the sleeves of Eddieās sweater darkening in patches from the wet plops of Dustinās tears.
Will and Jane are affected too, and you see their faces soften as they clasp each other's hands under the table.
Eddieās breath deepens as he absorbs the love and affection of his friends. You guess heās not used to this much positive attention, and has clearly received even less over the last few weeks.
You all sit in silence for a few long moments, allowing all this new information to sink in and emotions to settle.
Eventually the noise of the stove and the clattering of coffee supplies, together with a strong gust of wind and the increased pattering of leaves against the window, brings you all back to the room.
Eddie seems to have processed everything faster than the rest of you, his emotions shifting, and as Steve pours more coffee he becomes agitated, slamming his fists on the table, startling all of you with the ferocity of his movements.
You guess heās angry not only at the testing he underwent, but that they lied to all of you, and let him feel hopeless, like nobody cared.
The kids move back as he stands and starts pacing, running his hands through his already-frizzy hair and shaking his head.
āFUCK! Those bastards! Not only did they use me as some kind of twisted lab rat, but they didnāt even tell you guys I was alive? And they let me think that none of you cared enough to come find me, visit me, get me out? GODDAMMIT!ā
He slams a palm into the doorframe, and you all jump a little.
Turning back to the room, Eddie notices the effect heās having on everyone, and, rubbing the back of his neck, says,
āI think Iām gonna go take a walkā¦ā
He moves towards the back door, the expanse of the disused field behind the cabin seemingly the ideal place for him to get his head together.
But, spying the large axe leaning against the frame, he has a better idea.
āHey, uh, do you guys have, like, logs ānā shit that need chopping? I really need to, um, work through some stuff. Besides, itās probably the least I can do, given how much heat and hot water Iāve already cost you all.ā
He gives a sheepish snort and brings his hand to his face again.
Itās you who speaks first.
āAre you sure, Eddie? I mean, itās been a stressful few days. Are you okay to be doing something soā¦ physical?ā
āYeah, yeahā¦ Iām feeling a littleā¦ pent up. Could do with working some of it off, yāknow?ā
You nod, figuring all of you are going to need different ways to process this whole bizarre and unsettling situation.
Dustin and Mike find some old tan workboots in a closet, presumably left by the previous owner. They donāt fit perfectly, and it looks like something may have nested in one of them at some point, but theyāll do for now. Eddie pulls them on over his loaned sweats and socks, leaving them unlaced.
Robin offers him his leather jacket. Sheās obviously had a go at cleaning off as much of the mud as she can, but you can all tell itās never going to be quite the same. At least itās dry now, and Eddie takes it gratefully.
He grabs the old axe and the small hatchet that you use to chop kindling, unlocks the back door and steps outside, closing it behind him.
Dustin wants to go out to him, but Robin grabs him and holds him in a tight hug, explaining that he needs some time to process stuff.
The others give him space, some staying at the kitchen table to process their thoughts, others retreating to the living room and diverting their thoughts with the crackling cartoons that break through the terrible TV signal.
You choose to keep an eye on Eddie, staying back a little from the back door so as not to alarm him, but keeping him within your eye line.
You see Eddie pace a little, muttering to himself, then he shakes his head as if to clear it.
He turns to the log pile and hefts the axe a couple of times, getting the feel of it. He lifts a couple of modestly sized logs onto the stump, wielding the axe above his head and splitting them easily. Almostā¦ effortlessly.
He chops a few more, flinging them into a pile with ease, then moves to lift a few larger ones, breezing through them with the same āhot knife through butterā nonchalance.
Itās the most physical activity youāve ever seen him do, aside from lifting the odd amp or two, which always left him puffed out. But heās sailing through the woodpile with barely any exertion.
You can see heās still processing the contents of your morning, as his features screw up occasionally and grumbled words and what are probably profanities spill from his lips.
As he hefts the axe through the tough logs you can see his eyes are getting redder, and his skin appears paler. You canāt see his body, but the tendons on his hands and neck are popping starkly underneath his translucent skin. And, the wind has picked up considerably since heās been outside, whipping loose leaves and twigs around the cabin just like it did last night.
Eventually, he starts on the biggest, gnarliest logs. The ones you guys would only attempt when you really, really needed the firewood.
You hear grunts, muffled by the back door, as he works the tougher wood.
The axe gets stuck partway through a particularly thick log, and with an animalistic grunt Eddie yanks the blade from it. Easily lifting the log in his arms, he notches his long fingers into the groove and, in a move that startles you, he rips it into two pieces with his bare hands.
By the back door you suppress a gasp, your hand flying across your mouth and your eyes going wide. Youāre not sure whether you should go to him, try to comfort him, or leave him to work through this in whatever way he needs to.
You donāt get the chance to decide, as he finally gets to a particularly old and knotty log that none of you have been able to get anywhere close to splitting. As Eddie slams the axe down into it with a ferocity you didnāt think was possible, he gets it far further than any of you have so far, but again, the blade gets stuck.
The wind picks up even more, as Eddie picks up the axe, log attached, and heaves it around his head, sending it spinning across the back field as he lets out a loud, feral and painful-sounding yell.
Breathing deep for a couple of moments, he runs a hand down his face and begins to trudge across the bumpy earth to retrieve it, coping easily with the rough and uneven ground of the ploughed field and his ill-fitting boots. You can see heās still yelling expletives and occasionally waving his arms and shouting up into the sky.
The distance that heās managed to throw the axe is substantial enough that he shrinks in your field of vision by the time he reaches it. You can no longer make out his expression, but as he comes to a halt you do see him bend over and place his hands on his knees, watching his back heave as he takes a few more deep, steadying breaths.
He lifts the axe and heaves both it and the attached heavy log easily over his shoulder with one hand. You consider that youāve never seen him lift anything with such ease, save maybe his leather jacket, flung over his back, dangling it from one finger on a hot day.
As he turns and starts making his way back to the house, you notice that the wind has started to die down and is whipping less of Eddieās hair around his face, and leaves and twigs begin to fall to the ground.
You hadnāt realised Jane had come to join you at the back door. Despite not directly knowing Eddie before, she says, in her characteristically deadpan voice, āHe isā¦ different now. Isnāt he?ā
You purse your lips and nod, quick and small, and find it remarkable that this seemingly awkward young woman, whoās endured so much at the hands of so many, has developed such insight and tenderness.
After removing the axe from the gnarly chunk of wood and placing it by the back door, Eddie spends a few minutes arranging the logs heās split into neat piles beneath the small shelter. The skin around his eyes is less red now, and his general demeanour seems more relaxed, controlled. Perhaps this has helped after all.
He takes a couple of breaths and composes himself before he heads back towards the door, holding the axe in one hand and a stack of logs atop his other arm.
Bashful, and conscious that youād rather he didnāt know that youāve been watching him the entire time, you take a few steps backwards and make like youāre just now coming to the door, opening it for him with a broad smile and directing him to the place in the living room where you store the wood for the fire, thanking him for his efforts.
As he places the last of the wood and starts to take off his jacket, you notice that his hands are again torn and bloody, splinters sticking out every which way and an angry-looking blister on one palm.
You assume that heās reopened his wounds from last night, but the positions and patterns donāt match up. Everything from last night has almost completely healed, and these are all new.
Regardless of the peculiarities, they need attention, so you instruct him,
āCome with me, letās get you cleaned up.ā
You send him to your bedroom as you grab some washcloths, a bowl of warm water and the first aid kit from the bathroom.
You sit him up against your headboard, setting up your supplies on the comforter. Figuring itās the most practical position for you to be in, you straddle his knees and begin dabbing at his cut and splintered hands with antiseptic. Realising thereās too much debris in the way, and wincing at the sheer size and quantity of them, you grab some tweezers, removing the splinters of various sizes that have embedded into his fingers and palms.
As you swap back to using the wet cloths and begin cleaning the blood from his skin, youāre perhaps less surprised than you should be to find that the new injuries have already stopped bleeding, and some of the smaller ones even appear to be closing up, apparently heading the same way as the cuts on his face and feet from whatever happened last night.
You work quietly for a few moments before your curiosity gets the better of you.
āEddie?ā
āHmm?ā
āWhat was that? Outside, just now? You seemā¦ā
āDifferent? Yeah, I knowā¦ Donāt ask me how it happened, but I feel different too. Stronger, fasterā¦ā
He glances at you through his bangs.
āLess in controlā¦ā
His brow is furrowed as he holds your gaze, and you guess heās waiting for you to back off. You donāt.
āI guess theyā¦ changed me.ā
You move to touch his chin gently with one hand, wanting to reassure him. You realise that by telling him this youāre going to reveal that you were watching him, but you forge ahead anyway.
āListen, Iām not gonna pretend that whatever it is that I just saw wasnāt a littleā¦ unnerving. But Iāve never felt unsafe around you. Quite the opposite, in fact. And that hasnāt changed. I donāt think it ever will.ā
He refuses to meet your gaze, and twists his battered hands together in his lap, seemingly fighting with himself.
āI should go. Leave you guys. Youāre not safe with me here.ā
A vice grip seizes your chest. All logic leaves you, and the only thing you can think about is never letting him go again.
āEddie, no!ā
āI donāt really know what their plan was, but Iām guessing they were trying to make me into a super soldier, or something. Theyāre not gonna stop. As soon as they find out what happened at the cemetery, theyāre gonna try to find me. And if I could find you, they can find me.ā
A ball of anxiety forms in you. You canāt let him go. You just canāt.
āI thought you were dead, we all did. Iāve only just found you again, after I thought Iād lost you forever. Please donāt say youāre going to leave?ā
Your voice cracks and you swallow back a sob. You lurch forward and grip both of his hands with all the strength you have left, not caring that youāre getting his blood on you, and might even be hurting him.
If Eddie feels any pain, he doesn't flinch. But the sight of you falling to pieces in front of him, because of him, is apparently something he canāt bear.
āOkay, I wonāt. Iāll stay tonight, at least. Then weāll try to figure something out. Maybe contact Owens, see if he knows anything. Alright?ā
He raises his head and looks into your eyes now, as you snuffle a little and manage a small smile. Heās yours for tonight, at least.
No, not exactly yours, you have to remind yourself. Heās safe, with all of you, for tonight, at least.
Something else decides to jostle for prominence in your mind, and you ask him, quietly,
āHow did you find us? Really. How did you know where to go?ā
Eddie takes a deep breath before shifting slightly, and he returns the grip on your hands.
You think you hear a little trepidation in his voice as he speaks.
āI donāt know if this is going to sound crazy, butā¦ what doesnāt these days, right? Itās like- Even beforeā¦ everything, itās like every time I left you I left a part of my soul with you. Andā¦ it would stay with you all the time we were apart. And then whenever I was with you Iād find it again. Thatās how I found you. It was like I was searching for a piece of myself, and somehow I just knew where to find it.ā
He goes quiet, dropping his chin to his chest again.
His words play on a loop in your head. Even beforeā¦ I left a part of my soul with youā¦ and whenever I was with you Iād find it...
You shift forwards even more, closing the gap between you, and the movement makes you become acutely aware of your proximity. You become conscious of the feel of his firm thighs between yours, how good it feels. How, for the second time in less than twenty four hours, you wish there werenāt these thin pieces of fabric between you.
Something sparks in your chest: Could he feel the same way as you?
Your voice trembles as you practically beg him,
āI don't want you ever to leave, Eddie. I donāt want us to ever be apart, and always be there for each other. I donāt want you to ever be missing a part of your soul again. I want to be with you, always.ā
Eddie huffs out a sob of his own, lifting your hands to his and nuzzling his face into your knuckles. He takes one and slowly turns his head until his round nose connects with your curled fingers. And then, ever so slowly, he connects his lips with the soft, sensitive skin on your palm.
Tentatively, he moves a little and purses them against the inside of your wrist, lightly pressing them there, inhaling deeply and his breath shuddering slightly as he inhales your scent.
You notice both of your breathing has quickened. You can feel Eddieās as it passes over your skin, and you feel your heartbeat in your throat.
Eddie looks over at you. His body may have changed in myriad ways, but his eyes remain the same. Theyāre still the huge, beautiful, warm pools of cacao that have drawn you in since the moment you met. Itās the tether that makes you realise that no matter how else he mightāve changed, deep down heās still Eddie. Your Eddie.
You move your other hand, gently taking his wrist, and move his free hand up to your face. You close your eyes as you softly kiss his palm, and then move his hand to cup your cheek.
Gently, almost imperceptibly, Eddie moves his thumb and touches it to the very corner of your mouth. You feel a heat in your belly and you turn your head towards it, skimming it over your lips.
Your eyes flick between his chocolate orbs as Eddie bends his thumb ever so slightly. The pad of it pulls at the plush of your lower lip a tiny amount, but itās enough to create a gap.
Without thinking you start to open your jaw, and he begins to move forwards. As he pushes into your waiting mouth all you can think about is tasting him, and your tongue starts to move. Just as the tip of it is about to make contact with Eddieās thumb, thereās a jarring yell.
āHey, everybody! Grubās up!ā
You pull apart with a start, both inhaling sharply.
Itās Robin, calling from the kitchen. Of course youāre grateful that the mums never allow the kids to arrive empty handed, but a large part of you wishes that you and Eddie couldāve had just a little more time to exploreā¦ whatever this is.
You let out nervous chuckles as you smile softly at one another, and hold each otherās gaze for probably little longer than is strictly necessary before you gather up the medical supplies and you both stand.
You canāt help but take Eddieās hand in yours as you pull him towards the kitchen, encouraging him to follow lest he misses out on the delicacy that is Dustinās momās substantial contribution.
āCāmon, Claudiaās lasagnas are totally legendary. It may sound simple, but combined with Mrs Sinclairās recipe for garlic bread, I promise you, youāre about to have a near-spiritual culinary experience.ā
Still feeling the heat of what just occurred in your room you busy yourself with packing away the first aid kit, and then elect to sit across the table from Eddie. You convince yourself that youāre not avoiding him, simply allowing the kids the chance to get close to him for a little while.
As if reading your mind, Dustin immediately plants himself in the chair next to Eddie, swiftly followed by Mike on his other side. Lucas sits next to Dustin, and Will slides in next to Mike. They chatter excitedly about campaigns and creatures and characters, and to see Eddie flanked by his adoring sheep brings a different kind of warmth to your chest.
The conversation remains light over dinner. Jokes are cracked, teasing occurs, and youāre pleased everyoneās getting a break from the tension and horrors.
The culinary delights are as good as youād promised, and Eddie hums and moans at the delicious bounty before him. He remains pale, but heās definitely regained some strength, vigour.
He glances over at you after taking an especially large mouthful of the meaty dish, and after you stop giggling at his uncouth antics he grins at you, tomato sauce staining his lips and the sides of his mouth, confirming,
āYouāre right, this is goddamn heavenly!ā
At another point he takes a particularly large bite of some soaked bread, and herb-flecked garlic butter oozes all over his thumb. Your eyes are drawn to it as he brings it to his mouth and presses it between his plump lips, and your eyes connect across the table as he sucks it off, twisting the digit and temporarily giving himself the most salacious pout. He spots you looking, and leaves his thumb in his mouth for what you consider is altogether too long before pulling it out with a pop. You gulp audibly and shift in your seat, grateful for the general clamour disguising your arousal.
You havenāt discussed as a group whether or where Eddieās going to stay, though it seems to be unspoken between all of you that of course heās going to remain here until you can all figure out what to do next. You decide not to raise the earlier conversation you had about him possibly leaving.
Dustinās the first to broach the subject, asking,
āSo, whereāre you sleeping tonight, Eddie? You wanna come bunk with us in the warmest room in the house?ā
He wiggles his eyebrows, attempting to extol the virtues of the open fire. His excitement is palpable, and you envy the optimism of youth that can make even the least appealing flat surfaces sound like an enticing bedspace.
You interject on Eddieās behalf, suggesting,
āHey guys, I know it would be the coolest sleepover ever, but I think Eddie mightāve earned the luxury of an actual bedroom after what heās been through recently, donāt you think?ā
Dustin looks crestfallen, but recovers quickly, agreeing with an only slightly pouty,
āI suppooooooseā¦ā
Without looking at the others, you turn to Eddie and proffer,
āYouāll stay in my room, right?ā
Eddie nods, his curls bouncing, as he agrees, perhaps a little too quickly,
āOf course, yep, that soundsā¦ entirely fine.ā
You miss how Robin and Steve glance at each other, Steve raising an eyebrow as Robin smirks at him.
Thereās a quick clean up as dishes are done and pans are left to soak. Craving normalcy, you pile into the small living room and manage to make it through about two thirds of another of Keithās loaned films before blinks get longer, eyes start to close and heads start to loll.
Robin chivvies the teens to get their sleeping bags set up, and thereās the typical grousing and bickering as everyone tries to use the bathroom at the same time. You think at one point three of the boys are trying to use the sink simultaneously, jostling each other and spitting far too enthusiastically in an effort to spray their compatriots. Itās a small nugget of frivolity that makes you consider the possibility that you might just all be okay.
Steve moves the small electric heater from his room back to yours, and you retrieve Eddieās clothes from the drier. He slips into his Hellfire shirt and clean boxers as you change into your Garfield nightshirt, and then starts to grab blankets from beside you.
Confused, you question,
āWhatāre you doing?ā
āOh, uhā¦ I just thought Iād sleep on the floor, yāknow, give you the bed.ā
Youāre aghast.
āDon't be silly, Eddie. Thereās plenty of room. Sleep up here, please? I mean, itās not like we never have before. All those nights in the trailer when I got too baked to make it home, or you got too baked to drive me, or bothā¦ā
You both chuckle at the fond memory. You wonder whether youāll ever let on that sometimes you were faking it, or deliberately took too many drags from the last blunt, just so you could spend the night with him, in his bed.
He throws the blankets back over and, smiling, climbs in beside you.
Turning off your bedside light, the room becomes bathed in the low, pale blue glow of the moonlight.
You both lie on your backs, staring at the ceiling. Somehow itās easier to talk like this.
Thumbing the skull ring on your hand, you want to talk about theā¦ other thing that happened, but have no idea how to bring it up.
As youāre ruminating, Eddie beats you to it.
āI hope it wasnāt weird? Earlier, I mean. It wasā¦ā
Your thighs clench a minuscule amount as you recall the feel of him between them, and the lightest brush of your lips on various parts of each other, and you finish his sentence for him.
āNice. It was nice.ā
Shit. It was so much more than nice, you think to yourself.
āI donāt want you to think Iām taking advantage of you, or anything. I guess Iām just a little touch-starved, yāknowā¦?ā
āI donāt. Honestly, Iām just glad to be close to you again. And if I made you feel uncomfortable then Iām really sorryā¦ā
You can tell by the minor shifts in the covers and from his general demeanour that Eddieās fidgeting with his hands.
āYou didnāt, I promise.ā
Thereās another pause, and Eddie huffs out another small breath before he continues,
āListen, I know the past twenty-four hours has basically been weirdness personified, and I donāt want to make it even weirder, butā¦can Iā¦ maybeā¦ hold you?ā
āI think weird is probably the understatement of the century, but itās okay. Andā¦ I think Iād like that.ā
You shift closer to one another under the covers, and you turn onto your side as Eddie moves himself to spoon behind you in an echo of your position last night.
He tentatively drapes his arm over you. He feels warmer than when you last did this, and more relaxed, and you press slightly backwards towards him as much as you dare, letting out a heavy, relaxed sigh.
You take Eddieās hand in yours, threading your fingers with his, running yours over and between his digits and turning his forelimb this way and that. He hums into your hair and lets you move his arm however you like.
But you stop when you glance down in the dim light and spot a small tattoo on the inside of his wrist that youāve not seen before. Itās definitely new. You know this because youāve spent hours tracing over every inch of his inked skin, fantasising about following the images with more than just your eyes, imagining using your fingers, your hands, your lips, your tongueā¦
But this oneās not like any of his others. This one is small and simple, and looks like the outlines of two soft-cornered rectangles with a blocky W between them. It takes you a moment to process what youāre looking at, realising it looks a lot like one youāve seen before. Sheās had it covered with a delicate floral design (having connections in government really can get you anything, including underage ink), but you remember what it looked like.
Janeās was a rectangle stacked on top of two horizontal lines, but when you looked at it from a different angle it became numbers: 011.
Looking at Eddieās, you move the position of his arm. It turns the image a little, suddenly giving it more meaning, as you see it depicts a different number: 030.
Quietly, you croak,
āEddie, whatās thi-?ā
You donāt have a chance to process what any of it could mean as Eddie suddenly tenses, his head lifted from the pillows and his face flicking towards the window and back to you.
His brow furrows as he murmurs,
āDo you hear that?ā
You strain your ears and hear nothing at first. But then, gradually, and from far away, you hear the disturbingly familiar sounds of flapping, shuffling and screeching.
Goosebumps appear on your arms and the back of your neck as you abruptly recall the only things you know of that make sounds like these:
Creatures from the Upside Downā¦
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These two guys are just too obsessed with each other honestly
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I made a 4 hour 9-1-1 deep dive because this show cured my depression (sort of.) anyone in this thread seen Step Up: All In?
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BEFORE HE CHEATS (EDDIE MUNSON X READER)
summary : Y/N hopper is out with the gang celebrating at the hideout when her boyfriend walks in with a blonde on his arm and she goes for where it hurts ... his car while eddie help the woman he secretly loves get over her new ex .
warning: violence against cheating exes and their cars , hopper being a girl dad boss
A rare night out with the older members of the gang , a celebration of the anniversary stopping the end of the world and eddie being cleared as a murderer . the rules we're simple no outsiders that included partners which only effected the rest as jonathan and nancy were still going strong together . the drinks flowing and music blaring everyone was enjoying their night. eddie and steve complaining about dustin and his ego while robin and Y/N well no one knew what they were talking about especially when alcohol was involved, the word vomit was on fast forward with the two, yet eddie munson often felt trapped in a trance at the chief of police daughter. how her laugh was his favourite sound . how when she looked at him , he'd honestly thought his legs would give out yet she belonged to someone else because he was too much of a chicken shit to tell her how he felt. he loved it was just the gang tonight he got to admire her and not feel sick watching her in the arms of some asshole that clearly didn't deserve her. How the moment he met the dude 8 months ago he felt something , a walking red burning flag the guy was. how he would let her down most of time . no if she was his girl , he would make sure everyday that she would know how special she was . But now he was looking from the outside , being the guy she would cry to when he could give her the world if she asked . he may not of had money for fancy date but he would make it special , he would make sure it was something that was worthy of her. he knew she wasn't the type to be impressed by flashy gifts and date . she appreciated everything no matter how small it was , even when the kids pitched in and got her flowers with a cassette she lit up like they gave her a new car . He wished something would give him the chance just for once cut him a break in the shit show he called his life.
like an answered pray the gang eyes all locked on the door as he walked in a skinny little blonde on his arm looking completely terrified of everything around her. " hey we had some car trouble could we use the phone " he called not clocking his girlfriend tense shoulders and heartbroken face or her existence at all . " could be a work friend " robin mused. " baby come on we're missing our engagement party " she cried. " how long you been together " a man asked them . " only four month but when you know well you know " she giggled not sounding like the brightest bunny in the cageĀ . " we can leave " steve winced . " nope more alcohol " she shook her head her face completely emotionless as she looked over seeing the two heading for the pool table . she watched for half an hour , they played up using the excuse to touch each other in a sickeningly sweet seductive way . she scoffed when the girl complain how harsh the whiskey or how he would beam down at her kissing her like she was all he could matter about . " we could kick his ass " steve mused . " nope hey stevie that bat with the wire still in your car? " she slammed the rest of her drink down . " yeah why " he asked. " no reason , thanks for the keys " she walked by she ignored how her ex turned trying to hide himself and the selfish fuck thought it worked like he actually got away with it . " steve , you told her the bat was in the car and let her take your key " robin mused. " yeah " he nodded til his eyes widened in realization. " oh shit " he ran toward the entrance only for them to heard the smashing already take place . " hey fuck face i think your cars in more trouble , i suggest you hide your friend from the girlfriend out there " eddie yelled back .
when the gang walked out every window on the corvette was gone , she was currently dragging her own keys alongside the exterior of the car, the sound of the scratched up metal filled the car park . She pulled out the butterfly knife from her boot to which sheĀ stabbing them in the in the tire as they watched . " what the fuck you crazy bitch " he yelled. " oh hey baby fancy seeing you here" she waved stabbing the tire while he watched on . " who is she " the blonde on his arm screeched ." his girlfriend of 8 months " eddie rolled his eyes . what he didn't expect was the pissed off grunt of the blonde . "have you got another bat " she stomped toward the car . " no but if you wanna shred the interior here" she held the knife out to the woman . now his side chick was slashing his seats before pulling a gun out of the glove box . " headlights, he's not worth a life sentence " Y/N yelled as the gun rang out the woman threw it to the ground just as the red and blue light came speeding in . " oh hi dad " she smiled . " what's going on " he huffed. " he cheated and he's car mysteriously got destroyed stranger things have happened huh? " she smiled weakly. " sir i did not cheat ... ok i did but it was so her dad would give me a promotion so i could take care of your daughter " her ex rambled . " well you should park your car somewhere safer next time son the boys can give you lift home " hopper crossed his arm. " arrest them they did it " he cried . " you guys see it " he asked the group . " no " they yelled. " hey hop hate to say no cctv busted since last night " roy the owner of the bar smirked. " now off you go insurance can handle it " hopper waved to her ex a anger grimace on his face as the man walked off without a car or a girlfriend . " maybe next time you'll think before you cheat " she called . " it wont be on us " the blonde called . " hey steve give .. " . " abby " she sniffled. " abby a lift home" she smiled sadly to the woman . " sorry i didn't know he was seeing anyone,Ā i thought i met the guy after so many failed date but he was just after my moneyĀ " she said standingĀ tears falling down her cheeksĀ . " thanks for the help now go home and plus stevie there's better guy and no shrimp dickĀ and he's already rich " she winked as the two walked off . " you need a ride home guys won't mind " hopper looked at her. " nah i'm good " she smiled sadly walking over to the gang as robin wrapped her in an embrace. " hey come on little vandal i'll bring you home " eddie smiled softly leading her to his van as her dad ran up behind them . " next time don't leave evidence" he whispered handing over the knife and bat . " night dad " she kissed his cheek . " night sweet heart , me and my girls tomorrow for dad daughter breakfast " he smiled . " make sure el has her eggo's " she chuckled . " hey munson don't pussy out " he yelled out making her stop at the van. " what does he mean " her eye filled in confusion . " that our cue to go " robin yelled .
" well i didn't expect your dad of all people to call me out " he began shuffling his feet while his eyes that usually would follow her anywhere couldn't bare to even look at her . " eddie you ok " he could hear her feet coming closer making his own heart beat thump in his chest . " i'vebeeninlovewithyousincewemet" he said the words jumbled together halting her steps . " wait what " she giggled . " i've been in love with you since we met " he sighed . " why didn't you say anything " her voice fell into a whisper . " because look at you and look at me , your badass and well i'm ...OWW" he jumped back . " your badass too and ugh why didn't you say anything could of saved me 8 month of my life " she huffed getting into the van . " what you mean by that" he chased after her . " meaning that night i met that idiot was because you were again flirting with some ditz and i was sick of it so " she huffed heading hitting the seat , " you liked me " he smiled . " yes i like you but this too soon i mean i just broke up with my boyfriend " . " well then i can wait i've been waiting years already i can wait for you anytime " he smiled like a giddy teen . " fuck it "she leaned forward crashing her lips against his , she spent years watching that mouth move wondering how her lips would feel against them . " ok we need to go home before we do anything we regret , i want you that bad sweetheart i'm not leaving anything to chance but i'm taking you on a date once your ready " he smiled starting the van driving off happy both looked to the smashed up car before breaking into fit of laughter .
she watched his profile , she notice something she barely even cared her ex well was now her ex. the man done nothing but let her down and then throw shitty gifts at her. yet once even with eddie doing whatever it always made her happy . he was always about to make her smile no matter what was going around even when he almost died he tried to make her smile . the more she thought of it the more she realise he really was always there . when her and hopper would have a argument like most dad's and daughters he would open his home for her to sleep over. everytime her dates wouldĀ be cancelled he would pick up her disappointment and do something fun with her " Eddie i don't want you to wait , i mean i don't think i can wait for you anymore " her voice now showing she was the nervous one . she meant it , thought she literally just became singleĀ she couldn't leave it another second without eddie being her , truly hers . he didn't say anything only drove which made her more nervous til he pulled into the diner. " well then i'm not waiting " he smiled making her released a breath she was holding . " so this is our first date?" she smiled. " i mean it's already the best one those burgers in there are to die for " he chuckled jumping out of the car before walking around and lifting her out of the van . " you ready " he asked holding her close to him . " who knewĀ cheating and car vandalising would bring me to one of the best nights of my life " she smiled as he leaned down this time taking charge of the kiss and taking the chance he wished he'd done sooner .
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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader: Venus
Good afternoon people of Hawkins I take hammer and I fix the canon so that Eddie and his love are there to save the day.
Alternatively: fuck people like Angela. Throw rocks at them.
Trigger Warnings: vomit mention, pregnancy
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āWhat the hell are they doing to Mikeās girlfriend?!ā
You sat up ramrod straight, looking directly at Mike Wheelerās little flame as sheās accosted by a group of leering little bitches led by a trashy looking blonde named Angela. After being accosted one day in Bradleyās Big Buy, fate found you and your fiancĆ© chaperoning Mikeās little trip to see his girlfriend and friend in California. Mrs. Wheeler had paid for the plane tickets and paid you and Eddie two hundred dollars, trusting you to take care of her baby boy and his little friends. Responsibility was something you took seriously. You felt protective, a far cry from your usual antisocial and avoidant demeanor.
The minute you landed in California was when you imprinted on the kiddos like a broody hen imprints on baby chicks. You took a particular liking to Mikeās little girlfriend: she was awkward and scared much like you were once upon a time. Jane Hopper was mousy and shy, and had been trying to be bubbly throughout the trip even though you kept insisting to Eddie something was wrong. You could recognize the signs of someone trying to hold it together. Eddie had insisted you were wrong. Despite his efforts to calm you down, nothing could make you feel safe.
You had been off the whole trip, and the way you were on high alert, the more it seemed like Eddie was right about the cause.
āHey! Take it easyā¦ā Eddie soothed, pulling at the hem of your Motƶrhead ringer tee, āLetās not go berserker on them.ā
āI donāt like the way theyāre crowding her!ā You hissed, pounding your clenched fist on the booth table.
Mike and Will Byers jumped, glancing from you to Eddie then to each other when you immediately stood up out of the booth seat. You were bouncing on the balls of your feet, crouched as though you were going to pounce on someone.
Everyone was already on edge because of you. Going to Rink-O-Mania had been an entire ordeal. Before you entered the parking lot, you were already bitching and moaning about the drive over. Then you started complaining that the rink smelled like feet, and then you complained that the grease from the hot dogs was too overpowering. Eddie had tried to be the peacekeeper. Settling your raging stomach with a thick strawberry milkshake when you started whining about wanting one, and then complaining that the chocolate and vanilla smelled rotten.
The shake helped settle your stomach, but once the nausea was gone you just got more broody and hypersensitive.
āBabe, take a second, okay?ā He soothed, pulling you back down into the booth with him, āYouāre gonna cause a scene.ā
āI donāt like how theyāre just grabbing her and lugging her around like a suitcase!ā You said.
Willās hands were shaking, and you could hear him whispering with Mike.
āWhatās wrong with herā¦?ā
āHow the hell should I know?! Sheās been insufferable ever since she got on the plane to California!ā
Eddie glanced over at Mike, shaking his head and frowning.
āMike, take it easy. Sheās not feeling well.ā He said.
āEddie, this is stupid!ā Mike said, āShe complains about every little thing, whines that she doesnāt feel good, then snaps at you if you donāt answer her right away or do what she wants. I swear sheās on the rag! Now she wonāt even let El hang with her friends.ā
āMike chill, you donāt understand-ā¦ā
You immediately snapped your head towards Will when you heard him make a strangled noise in his throat at the mention of Janeās āfriendsā.
āWhatās wrong?!ā You demanded.
āNothing!ā
Will looked like he had a gun to his head. Hyperventilating. Pure panic on his face.
āWillā¦ā you growled, moving in like a tiger.
āSweetheart, please. Everything is fine. Donāt start up with the stress.ā Eddie begged.
āYeah, man! Stop freaking everyone out!ā
Mike stared you down while Will looked left and right, as though hoping to be saved. A storm was brewing, both in your face and on the roller rink. And unfortunately he didnāt have the spoons or the know-how to quell both at once.
You glanced hatefully at both Eddie and Mike.
āShut up.ā You hissed, before turning back to Will.
He shrank in the booth, the faux leather squeaking.
āThose girls are not her friendsā¦ are they?ā You whispered dangerously to Will.
He was avoiding your gaze. Fidgeting in his seat. You continued to stare him down until he finally, finally shook his head and muttered.
āNoā¦ theyāre not her friends. Those are the ones that bully her at schoolā¦ā
The air surrounding the booth seemed to shift; a cold front of anticipation hitting everyone. You began to quiver, while Mike and Eddie rounded on Will.
āWhy didnāt you say something?!ā Mike demanded.
āI promised I wouldnāt tell!ā Will countered, while Eddie simultaneously tried to pacify Will and soothe Mike.
But you were done. You were so fucking done.
āFuck this shit.ā
You moved out of the booth and sat astride a nearby bench, kicking your shoes off and tying on your black skates. Your face was dark, stormy and murderous, and you looked like you were puffed up and ready to kill someone.
āNo, no, no!ā Eddie was scrambling out of the booth after you, trying to grab your arm, āSweetheart, we need to stop and take a breath-ā¦ā
āEddieās right! What are you even doing?!ā Mike demanded.
āIām going to get my fucking kid.ā You said.
āSince when is she your kid?!ā Mike snapped.
āSince your mother told me to take care of all of you on this trip.ā You snarled, nearly snapping the shoestrings on your skates as you tied them with a vengeance, āIf anything happens to any of you, Eddie and I are the ones that are gonna catch hell.ā
āYou think Iām afraid of Karen Wheeler?!ā Eddie interjected, trying to drag you back over to the table, āI get that we have a responsibility, but we need to take a deep breath and not go apeshit on a bunch of kids. You need to think of the situation we might be in...ā
His voiced dropped to a whisper.
āI donāt want either of you getting hurt.ā
āIām just going to go get Jane.ā You said.
āDammit babe you canāt just go charging in-ā¦ā
Before Eddie could do anything, you had already secured your skates and began gliding out onto the rink. Vaguely over the sound of Bananarama, you could hear Eddie calling your name. You were skating a bit like shit. The motion was a little disorienting, and out in the middle of the rink you could smell everything mixed together with body sweat.
You whipped your head this way and that, before spotting Jane. Cornered by Angela, that bleach blonde jackass.
āExcuse me.ā You called out, bumping the blonde with your hip.
The motion was so fluid it simply looked like you were just gliding on by, taking Jane by the upper arm and coasting with her for a turn around the rink. It was done swiftly, no muss no fuss, but you knew from years of experience that girls like Angela wouldnāt let you go so easily.
Jane looked a little frightened, and you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of a mirror. Your teased hair was waterlogged with sweat, and your sharp winged eyeliner was dribbling down your cheeks and getting into your sleep deprived red rimmed eyes. To Jane, you must have looked like a demon.
āAre you okay, sweetie?!ā You called out to Jane over the intro to āVenusā.
She waited until the iconic screech passed before responding.
āIām okayā¦ā she nodded, clinging to your arm when she realized you had come to save her, not scream at her.
āWhat were they doing to you?ā You called out, only to see the intended plan a second later as Janeās bully and her cronies started tailing the two of you around the turn. You locked eyes with Eddie across the room, watching him stand up from putting on his inline skates and gliding towards you two.
āDonāt panic.ā You told Jane, āJust skate towards Eddie, okay?ā
She nodded and went forward obediently, nearly falling into his open arms when you gave her a little push. Janeās bullies were closing in on either side of you, and just as you made for Eddie, you felt a tug at the back of your hair. It was soft at first, then someone yanked you backward.
You landed hard on your wrist and ass, and when you looked up, you were doused in chocolate shake.
The smell was more overpowering than the laughter of Janeās bullies. Angela stood triumphantly over you, her friends circling all of you as they laughed and pointed.
āLook who it is!ā She laughed, āThe loserās fat little mother hen!ā
You didnāt say anything as you got to your feet. Watching the girls circle you was giving you motion sickness, and you slapped a hand over your mouth as the sickening smell of cheap cocoa ice cream and curdling milk invaded your nostrils.
āAww look, sheās not saying anything.ā Angela sneered, getting into your face, āIs Mommy feeling queasy?ā
The hot dog grease, burnt popcorn, oil, Angelaās Loveās Baby Soft perfume, and the insoles of skates that had been sweated in since the sixties, were cumulatively gathering together into one rank whiff to make your stomach turn violently. The feeling of saliva flooding your mouth meant the end was nigh. You looked up at Angela, a sly grin on your face as one of her female friends went up behind you with a fist raised.
āOh, Mamaās feeling queasy alright,ā you hissed, spit dribbling out of your mouth.
āYou stuck up little bitch.ā
Angela only had one moment to react before her friend hit you hard in the middle of the back. The floodgates opened. The punch to the back knocked you forward, and you immediately threw up all over the front of Angelaās blue shirt.
You finally understood the meaning of a Kodak Moment. Her face changed in the span of a second from superior, to shock, to horror and then fear as she began gagging as the smell of vomit hit her nostrils. You coughed up the remains of the shake while her friends immediately vacated the rink, the music stopping mid riff and everyone clearing off the minute āralphā was heard echoing through the roller rink. Angela began screaming as Eddie nearly bowled into you, laughing so hard he was crying.
āHoly hell!ā He cried, his face red with laughter and his smile wide as he led you out of the rink by the arm, āDid you have to do that?!ā
āShe shouldnāt have doused me in shake.ā Was your smug response.
āYOU DIRTY BITCH!ā
Angela shrieked, alone in the center of the rink, covered and stinking, āYouāre fucking gross! Youāre disgusting!ā
āWord of advice, sweetheart,ā Eddie called over his shoulder, a smug smile on his face while leading you into the waiting arms of Will, Mike and Jane.
āNext time: donāt pick a fight with a pregnant woman!ā
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should I stay, or should I go now? if I go, there will be trouble and if I stay, it will be double
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Six The Musical as Messages pt21
#six the musical#six#anne boleyn#catherine of aragon#catherine parr#katherine howard#jane seymour#anna of cleves#anna von kleve#catalina de aragon#anne of cleves#edward vi of england#edward vi#eddie#araleyn#parrward#clevemour#catherine of aragon x anne boleyn#anne boleyn x catherine of aragon#catherine parr x katherine howard#katherine howard x catherine parr#jane seymour x anna of cleves#anna of cleves x jane seymour#six the messages#six the musical messages#messages
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If youāre tagging max mayfield x reader under ANY other character post but Max Iām manifesting continuous instances of minor inconveniences to happen to you for the next 50 years. Stub your toe bitch smh š
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What instantly turns you off from a Stranger Things fic? For me itās anything villainizing Nancy, particularly in Steve stories. It bugs me so much.
#stranger things#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#eddie munson#jonathan byers#billy hargrove#chrissy cunningham#mike wheeler#dustin henderson#lucas sinclair#erica sinclair#will byers#max mayfield#jane hopper#argyle#fics#eddie munson x reader#eddie x reader angst#eddie x reader
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Iām looking for a Steddie fic I read awhile ago, Steve and Eddie break up but then Eddieās ex comes back and drops off a kid. Everyone in the party but Steve knows about Eddieās daughter. They all reunite at Dustinās wedding and Eddieās daughter is the flower girl.
Iām pretty sure it is part of a series maybe? Idk but if anyone knows what I am talking about please tell me the name of this I am dying to read-read it.
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Um yeah šš«¶š
Healing myself from my last post (if you know, you know šš)
#art wip#byler#stranger things#mike wheeler#will byers#lucas sinclair#max mayfield#dustin henderson#eleven hopper#jane hopper#jim hopper#joyce byers#jonathan byers#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#eddie munson#argyle#mr clarke#vickie stranger things#robin buckley#erica sinclair#holly wheeler#bob newby#karen wheeler#ted wheeler#henry/vecna/001#billy hargrove#the party#Iām sorry š«š Iām obsessed with making them ponies šš#stranger things x mlp
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Billy: So this is it, right, Bambi?
Steve: Yeah, I canāt believe it. Weāre no longer enemies. Weāre now officially boyfriends!
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El, waking up in her bedroom with a gasp: IT HAPPENED!
#harringrove#she does this with henry and eddie too and every other couple#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy & el#incorrect harringrove quotes#billy x steve#el hopper#jane hopper#harringroveera#eleven hopper#billy hargrove x steve harrington#harringrove textpost#incorrect billy hargrove quotes#steve x billy#incorrect steve harrington#incorrect jane hopper quotes#steve harrington x billy hargrove#steve & el#source: brooklyn 99
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I made this for Stranger Things but you can honestly use it for any and every fandom...unfortunately. More queer rep amiright.
#stranger things#steddie#ronance#robin x vickie#byler#elmax#queer characters#queer ships#eddie munson#steve harrington#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#vickie stranger things#will byers#mike wheeler#eleven#jane hopper#max mayfield
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THE BABYSITTING TRAP PART 1 ( STEVE HARRINGTON X READER)
summary :Ā when always being the babysitter hasĀ it'sĀ perks for once.Ā Ā except their friends had plans for the twoĀ
warnings:Ā steveĀ is a simp forĀ readerĀ ,Ā mutualĀ pinning ,Ā scaredĀ steve
FridayĀ night madnessĀ atĀ family videowas definitelyĀ the least favourite activity steveĀ harringtonĀ would count on hisĀ list .Ā another would be stuck with theĀ kids ,Ā he always found himself as theĀ babysitter .saturdayhe wasĀ volunteered toĀ lookedĀ after the lotĀ sinceĀ eddieĀ andĀ robinwereĀ going to some concert he had no interestĀ in ,nancyĀ andĀ jonathanĀ hadĀ datenight ,evenhopperĀ had a date night withĀ joyceĀ . " come on " he could hearĀ dustinĀ whiny tone before heĀ even seenĀ him pulling her into theĀ store .Ā Y/N Hopper andĀ dustin'sĀ older cousin who mysteriously showed up the summer will byers went missing and arrived. thoughĀ steveĀ knew the real truth she was in the lab along withĀ elĀ .Ā what was more surprisingĀ toĀ find outĀ chief jim hopperĀ hadĀ oneĀ nightĀ stand with aĀ henderson. another surprise was how beautiful sheĀ was andĀ was no secret to the group ofĀ steveĀ crush on the girl ...well except to her. "Ā i'dĀ say sailor costume was way better than this "she smiled upĀ atĀ boyĀ . " you say that every time you come in here " he rolled his eyes . "Ā itsĀ trueĀ though ,Ā please tell me you held that video orĀ i'mĀ leaving that kid in the car park " sheĀ pouted absolutelyĀ melting him from the inside. " what doĀ iĀ get in return " he asked feeling a little confidence. "Ā i'llĀ help you with the kids tomorrow nightĀ sinceĀ eddieĀ and robin are ditching us " she batted her lashes. " ok ok deal here you are " he smiled handing over the tape as she handed him theĀ money .Ā " Y/N fancy seeing you here sweetness " keith emerged even making steve jump. " hey ken sup " she smiled back hiding the cringe . " it's keith anyways what you say me and you drive in tomorrow i'll bring the mints" he wiggled his brows . " as appealing as that sounds me and steve are babysitting tomorrow night and any other night you happen to be free " she grimaced. " ook your loss babe " he scampered off with whatever was left of his ego . " your loss babe " she mimicked making steve laughed. " poor guy couldn't give him one date no " steve joked . " waiting on better offer " she winked going to pick out candy while dustin appeared . " ask her out seriously how many hints can a chick give you " he rolled his eyes . " wait what " . " you heard me,Ā here for the candy " he smiled dropping less then enough on the counter as he yelled to y/n he paid and to go . " wait no , ah shit " steve huffed putting it in the til watching them leave she gave him one last wave through the window then she was gone .
never in all his years of being the one left with the kids was he this nervous not even when faced with monsters orĀ end of the worldsituations .Ā And yet here he was wondering ifĀ he'sĀ clothes and hair lookedĀ good .Ā He even had eddie and Robin sitting on his bed giving him advice . " you need to make a move dingus " she huffed bored and well blunt and to the point was her only advice . " yeah me and Robin didn't make up fake plans for you to screw this up harrington " eddie copied dramatically . " wait you both aren't going to some concert " he turned to the two . " nice going , no ok we're sick of the puppy dog shit , we thought it would happen during the whole vecna situation but nope so we are going to the movies with his bandmates and Vicki tonight so don't screw it up " she glared at the metal head before explaining. " what if your wrong and I make a fool of myself yet again " he sighed. " you think Henderson would help us if we were wrong " eddie asked honestly . " yes I would " steve deadpanned. " we're not wrong ok , now be yourself and get the girl and keep her this time " Robin pushed him out the door . " or one of us will take her instead I mean she's hot " eddie yelled after . " wanna raid his pantry " he turned to Robin.
Pulling up to dustin Hendersons was never as nerve wrecking . He had an argument with himself on whether to get flowers or not decided not to giving incase they were wrong , he felt they were wrong , he just hope this time it was him who was wrong . The first red flag was the quietness , he didn't hear the incessant chattering or dustin arguing with at least one or two of them . He was starting to doubt if he had the right day or not or if it was a prank just on him. Knocking on the door she answered wearing long t-shirt and shorts looking not long up after a nap . " shit didn't dustbin tell you they're spending day at the wheelers our services aren't needed today after all" she yawned stretching up leaving door wide open for him to come in . " no I guess he forgot .. I woke you up want me to go , I can come back when kids are back " he began to ramble. " or since all our friends abandoned us you can drop me home and we could hang out " she turned and smiled . " like your trailer just us " he asked almost shocked and little pitchy for his liking. " I mean only if you want to " she smiled brightly up at him earning a quick and fast yes . " let me grab my shoes " she beamed rushing to put them on along with grabbing her bag before walking out the door . " you not going ..ok this drive is gonna kill me " he mumbled eyes darting to wear her shorts hugged the globes of her ass perfectly . " what a good way to go " . " huh " she spun around head tilting in confusion . " its good we still get to hang out " he coughed trying to keep his voice steady . " yeah we haven't done that in a long ass time huh " she mused while he was lost looking at how her brows furrowed and her plump lips pursed . "Oh we can watch that movie I got last night " she giggled excitedly. " didn't you and dustin watch it " . " no he fell asleep before it started " she rolled her eyes. " well then we can watch it and rub it in his face " steve chuckled. " I love it " she clapped before jumping into his car .
It was hard to keep his mind off the fact he was sitting beside the woman of his dreams , going to her place alone being so close to her for whole afternoon . It filled him with both nerves and excitement. Even now it was hard to keep his eyes on the road while she was sitting beside him , slight bed head from her nap , the shirt ... wait was that his shirt. " is that my shirt " he asked confused. " dustin gave it to me" she looked at him confused. " I left it there after guys night sleep over " he chuckled hiding the fact he was screaming inside she was wearing his clothes . " well it's my shirt now, so soft and comfy " she sighed happily sending a shiver down his spine , she was gonna be death of him . Just hearing that come out her mouth made him short circuit . " ok looks better on you anyways " he smiled dreamingly at her . " you think" she looked down before seeing them pulling into the trailer park both waving to Wayne as they passed by . Pulling up outside her trailer or bain of hoppers existence he called it . Just as she got out the car she heard it . " who knew you be hotter in my clothesĀ " steve muttered thinking she couldn't hear him but she heard it as clear as she could hear the birds in the sky or the kids running around. Maybe the evening would be better than she thought.
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SINCE MY FEED SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN BOMBARDED WITH THE FACT THAT STRANGER THINGS SEASON 5 IS IN THE MAKING, I'D LIKE TO LET EVERYONE KNOW I DO IN FACT WRITE FOR STRANGER THINGS, AND MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN, SO
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