#more mushy eddie for y'all

[sam-loves-seb]

summer of '95 [27/x] - eddie is a total sap when it comes to his boyfriend, and if corroded coffin's next album has a love song or two on it--well, gareth will just have to deal

[munson-blurbs]

Ghostin' (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader): Chapter 7

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

Summary: It's finally time for the attack on Vecna, with some help from an unlikely source, but the battle may be too much for Reader to handle.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), language, S4 is canon, pregnancy, blood, violence

WC: 6k

A/N: Only one chapter left after this! I hope y'all enjoy :)

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Late November in Hawkins is typically cold and dreary, but today is unseasonably warm. You wake up and stretch, grimacing as you feel the ache in your lower back. Steve always reminds you that you’re glowing, that you’re beautiful, but his kind words still can’t take away from the pregnancy pains that seem to multiply overnight.

“Mornin’, baby,” he yawns, propping himself up on one elbow and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “And mornin’, Little Bean.” He places his hand on your belly and smiles. “Did you let your mommy sleep last night?”

You stick out your tongue in displeasure, making Steve laugh. “I’m gonna take that as a ‘no’?” he says.

“Every time I started to get comfortable, I’d feel a kick,” you mutter. “But then when Little Bean went too long without kicking, I’d get nervous and think about everything that could be wrong.”

Steve pouts teasingly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “My poor girl,” he coos. “Will breakfast help?”

“Won’t hurt.” 

You watch as your boyfriend swings his legs over the bed, stretching with an exaggerated groan and padding out into the kitchen. He returns a few minutes later, holding two bowls filled with Cheerios and milk.

“These aren’t pancakes,” you say, lifting the spoon from the bowl and frowning. “I’m going to put in a complaint with the kitchen.”

“Sorry, toots,” Steve chuckles through a mouthful of cereal. “We’ve got a busy day today. Henderson wants us all to meet up for a last-minute run-through of tomorrow’s plan.”

Tomorrow. The attack on Vecna is tomorrow. The day you could possibly lose Steve is tomorrow. The mere thought of it makes you lose your appetite, and you quietly place the untouched food on your bedside table.

Steve notices your movements and puts his own bowl down, lacing his fingers with yours. “Look at me, baby,” he all but begs, but you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. “Please?” When you still don’t look him in his eyes, he just sighs. “Everything’s gonna be okay. It’s not gonna be like…like last time.” When Eddie died, is what he doesn’t say. He doesn’t have to.

“Could I sit this one out?” you ask, voice a notch above a whisper. “You can fill me in when you get home or something.” You already know your role: wait with Steve with Black Dog in the Walkman, locked and ready to go. 

But Steve shakes his head. “Trust me,” he says, giving your hand a small squeeze, “you’ll wanna be there. Now, can you please eat something? Little Bean needs nutrients to be strong like Mom.”

Reluctantly, you start to eat, but each bite is harder to swallow than the last. The cereal turns mushy in the bowl, and if it seemed unappetizing before, the new consistency certainly doesn’t help. 

Next to you, Steve lets out a sigh. “Tell ya what,” he says, taking the bowl from your hand, “go put on something nice, and I’ll take you out to breakfast. Wherever you wanna go.”

“What? You mean this isn’t doing it for you?” You gesture to the oversized T-shirt you’re wearing, though it seems to be more snug around your belly every day. 

Steve laughs, cupping your cheek with his hand. “Baby, you have no idea how badly that does it for me,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing them. He guides you down so you’re laying back on the bed, his thighs straddling yours. He only breaks away when he catches a glimpse of the alarm clock, the red numbers telling him that he doesn’t have enough time to do what he really wants to do. “Shit, we gotta go, especially if we’re gonna get breakfast.” You start to protest, hoping to get him to stay in bed a little longer, but he just shakes his head and helps you back up. 

“You’re a tease,” you whine, pulling your pajama shirt over your head. You watch as Steve’s gaze is immediately drawn to the swell of your breasts, much larger than they used to be. “Two can play at this game, Harrington.”

If you didn’t have somewhere important to be, Steve knows he wouldn’t be able to hold back. He adjusts himself as you turn to find a bra, thinking about how pissed off everyone will be if he casually strolls in late. The thought of a death glare from Chief Hopper is enough to get him soft again. 

You decide on a burnt orange sweater and a basic pair of maternity jeans, and you’re fixing your hair when you hear the phone ring. 

Steve picks it up almost immediately, and you crane your neck to hear what he’s saying. 

“Yup, we’re leaving now. Should be there soon. Okay, Henderson, I got it. Sheesh, give us a little grace, would ya?”

You walk out to the living room and pick up your boots. “Dustin giving you a hard time again?”

“Yeah,” he groans, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know if we’ll have time for breakfast, but I’m sure Joyce will have something you can eat. Everyone knows better than to deny a pregnant lady her food.” 

As he talks, you try to put on your shoes, with no success. You can’t even see your feet. Your eyes well up with tears, and you can feel the frustration building in your chest. You don’t realize you’re actually crying until Steve kneels down in front of you, sliding your boot over your left foot and moving to the right. 

“I got you,” he says softly, helping you up and out the door. When you’d first started spending time with Steve, you’d assumed that he was treating you with kid gloves. That he was gentle and sweet out of pity. But now you know that this is just Steve, and it’s how he expresses his love. 

When you arrive at the Byers’ house, you expect the room to be filled with people and excited chatter. What you don’t expect is the cascade of streamers, the pile of gifts, and the homemade sign that reads ‘Welcome, Little Bean!’.

“Wh-what is this?” you ask, feeling a smile tug at the corners of your mouth. Everyone is beaming at you, and Joyce has tears in her eyes as she envelops you in a hug. 

“Every mom-to-be deserves a baby shower,” she murmurs into your hair, “but no one more so than you.”

“We were gonna yell surprise, but we didn’t wanna risk sending you into early labor,” Erica says with a laugh, handing you a glass of orange juice. 

You accept it gratefully, looking at your boyfriend. “Did you know about this?” you playfully accuse. 

He shrugs. “Don’t say I can’t keep a surprise.”

You start to fill your plate with the assortment of breakfast food on Joyce’s kitchen table, little muffins and fresh fruit and a bagel slathered in cream cheese. Hopper pulls out a chair for you, and you take a seat between Steve and your mom.

“This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” you say, spearing a strawberry with your plastic fork. “Little Bean and I are the luckiest people in the world.” As if agreeing with you, the baby kicks at your ribs, making you wince.

“Everything okay?” Will asks through a bite of his bagel, noticing the grimace on your face.

You nod. “Someone’s just awake and ready to party.” The rest of the group laughs, continuing to dig into their breakfast. 

“Do you have any name ideas yet?” Dustin calls out to you, spraying muffin crumbs as he speaks. “Because I was thinking…Dustin.”

Erica rolls her eyes. “And what if it’s a girl, Toothless?”

“Dustina, obviously.”

 Their bickering is interrupted by a knock on the door. Joyce stands up with a knowing smile and opens it. “So glad you made it!” she exclaims, holding the door so the mystery guest can maneuver himself and a large wrapped box into the room.

“Wayne!” you shout, practically flinging your plate into Steve’s lap as you make your way over to him, throwing your arms around him in a giant hug. He pulls you as close as he can, and you can smell his signature scent of stale Camel cigarettes as he presses a scratchy kiss to your cheek. 

“Hope I didn’t miss too much,” he says with a chuckle. “Had to get some shut-eye after my shift.” He gives a grateful grin to Hopper, who takes the box and places it among the pile of gifts in the corner of the room.

“Nah, grab yourself something to eat, and we’ll open presents in a minute,” the chief tells him, and Wayne nods and takes a plate.

The chatter starts to die down as everyone finishes their food. Will looks at his mom with pleading eyes before asking, “Can I give her my gift now?” You notice his toes tapping against the hardwood floors, as though he can barely contain his excited energy.

Joyce laughs, glancing over to where you’ve sat back down. “You ready?” she asks, and you give a thumbs-up in response. She motions for Hopper to start passing down the beautifully wrapped boxes and bags as Will darts to his bedroom.

The first is from Robin, who appears to have robbed the baby clothes section of the local Gap. “Everything was just so cute and little!” she laments as you pull out yet another tiny shirt, this one that has I Love My Aunt stitched across the front.

The Hellfire kids, plus Erica, Max, and El, all chipped in part of their weekly allowances to buy a car seat. “My mom said you can’t leave the hospital without one, so…” Mike says with a shrug, a glimmer of a smile on his lips.

Will comes barreling back into the room, clutching a large canvas to his chest. “I didn’t wanna wrap it or put a bow on it or anything, but I made this for Little Bean.” He turns it around to reveal a hand-painted dragon, a collage of green and silver scales. Unlike the fierce, fiery dragon in his painting to Mike, this one looks friendly and gentle. Hanging from its mouth is a cloth holding a smiling, cherubic baby. “It’s supposed to be like the stork, but a dragon, y’know, because of D&D.” he explains, talking a mile a minute.

Your mom, Joyce, and Hopper pitched in to buy a crib, which Steve volunteers to put together once you get home. Jonathan and Nancy got a plethora of picture books, including Where the Wild Things Are, one of your own childhood favorites. Nancy hands you a smaller package and smiles. “It’s just a little something,” she says softly. You open it and gasp.

Inside is a teeny onesie with the Hellfire logo stretched across the front. Tears well up in your eyes, spilling over when she explains, “I got one of Eddie’s old shirts from Wayne and used it. Guess all those home ec classes actually paid off.”

“Nancy, this is…this is incredible.” It’s more than incredible, but you lack the ability to formulate any other words. “I feel bad that it’ll probably get covered in spit-up.”

She waves off your concern. “You know that Eddie had about a million of those shirts. I’ll just make more if it gets ruined.” 

You carefully fold it back up and tuck it into the box. There’s one gift left: a long, thin box from Wayne. Peeling off the wrapping paper, you unearth a wooden baby gate.

“I know Little Bean won’t be crawling around for awhile,” he says sheepishly, “but if this baby is anything like Eddie was as a tyke, you’ll need it sooner rather than later.”

“Those Munson genes are 99 percent mischief,” you agree with a giggle, swiping at your eyes to brush away the last of your tears. Looking around at the group of people gathered to celebrate you and your baby has a fresh wave of emotions crashing over you. Between the unexpected pregnancy, losing Eddie, beginning a new relationship, and the impending threat of the Upside Down, the last eight months have been nothing short of overwhelming. But here you are, alive, surrounded by people who love you.

“I’m gonna start putting this stuff in the car, okay, babe?” Steve whispers in your ear, pressing his hands on his knees and standing up. Wayne follows him, grabbing a few boxes on his way out.

Steve’s never spent time alone with Wayne Munson, so he’s surprised when the older man calls out to him. “Steve Harrington, right?”

“Y-Yes sir,” Steve stammers, swallowing his nerves. He doesn’t have his headphones, and this feels too much like the Vecna vision he’d had a few months back. Was Wayne going to berate him for being with you? 

But Wayne just sticks out his hand for Steve to shake. “Don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” he says, “and I figure we should, since you’re gonna be taking care of my grandbaby.”

Steve nods, trying to gather his courage. He used to be great at winning parents over, but those days were gone. “Yes, sir,” he says, more firmly this time, “but I promise you, I-I’m going to make sure Little Bean knows who Eddie was. I’m not trying to replace him or anything like that.” 

Wayne pulls out a cigarette, offering one from the pack to Steve, who declines politely. “I know that, son,” he mumbles, voice muffled from the cigarette between his lips. “Y/N has told me what a good guy you are. That’s not what I wanted to talk about.”

“It’s not?”

He shakes his head. “Listen, kid,” he starts, using the name as a means of affection, rather than condescension, “I know what it’s like to raise someone else’s kid. Some days are gonna be hard. But you gotta remember that you’re not doing this alone.”

Steve smiles, feeling his body relax. “Yeah, Y/N told me how much you want to be involved when Little Bean arrives. And that’s what we want, too.” His gaze drops to the ground. “She was also telling me how much Eddie looked up to you. That he considered you to be his dad. Like, if you picked him up from school and someone said, ‘Eddie, your dad’s here,’ he wouldn’t even correct them.”

Wayne chuckles, taking a long drag and exhaling slowly. “He was my son. I would’ve done anything for him. If…if he was…here, and we had to fight those murder charges, I would’ve spent my last dime gettin’ him the most expensive lawyer in town.”

“My dad?” Steve says wryly before he can stop himself. “Sorry, I don’t…I don’t know why I said that.”

But Wayne raises his eyebrows. “Your dad is Greg Harrington?” When Steve nods, Wayne tenses up. “He’s, uh, he’s an interesting man,” he finishes lamely.

“He’s an asshole,” Steve blurts out. “He was barely a dad, and he never had any interest in being one. He wanted the title with none of the work. He’s everything I don’t wanna be for Little Bean.”

Wayne considers this as he ashes the cigarette and lights a new one. “If there’s one thing I learned from raising Eddie, it’s this: in the end, it don’t matter who’s blood they’ve got. What matters is who showed up to their school plays, or their concerts, or their parent-teacher meetings. The conversations you have at dinner, even when you ask how school was and they just say, ‘fine.’ The way you’re always in their corner, even if it feels like the world’s against you. That’s what matters.”

“Thanks, Mr. Munson,” Steve manages, absorbing the information as best as he can. 

“Call me Wayne.”

You fall asleep as soon as you get home. The baby shower was amazing, but it drained you physically and emotionally. What you planned on being a thirty minute nap on the couch turned into two hours, and you only woke up to the sound of hammering coming from the bedroom.

“Steve, what are you doing?” you ask from the doorway, putting your hands on your hips as much as your bump will allow.

“Wanted to surprise you,” he murmurs from where he’s sitting on the ground, and you walk in to see the crib nearly completely assembled. His sweater sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, showing off his muscular forearms. “Just figured you had enough to do, and it actually came together pretty easily so…”

“Can you stand up?”

“Huh? Yeah, everything–oof!” Steve grunts as you let your lips crash against his. You let out a soft whine as his fingertips brush down your spine, lighting a fire in your core. “Baby, what’s got you all worked up?” He laughs. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Just you,” you reply simply. “How you take care of me, how you love me, and how sexy you look when you build things. All tough and rugged.”

Steve smirks, bringing his thumb to your chin and tilting it upwards so he can kiss you again. “Mmm, did I mention that I had to use a screwdriver? Very manly.”

“Tell me more,” you tease, hooking your finger into his belt loop. 

“Had to make sure everything was nice and tight,” he murmurs, pulling you further into the bedroom and sitting you on the bed. He starts taking off his clothes before undressing you. “You know how I like it tight, don’t you, babe?”

“Fuck, Steve,” you whimper, feeling his hard length press against your hot, aching cunt. “You’re so hot; ‘s not even fair.”

He laughs, leaning down and kissing your neck. “If you’re turned on now, wait till you see me with my nail bat.” He lets his middle finger trail up along your wet folds, expertly finding your swollen bundle of nerves. It’s more difficult to get the right angles yourself these days, and Steve’s fingers are a welcome addition. You feel a slight stretch as he slips it inside you, pumping slowly and precisely. 

“R-Right there,” you moan, fingernails digging crescents into his shoulder blades. “Make me feel s’good, Stevie.”

Shifting his weight to his knees, Steve reaches over for a pillow and tucks it under your lower back. “That okay?” he asks softly, tutting disapprovingly when you nod. “Words, angel. Gotta use your words.”

“It’s great,” you say breathlessly, writhing in pleasure as his fingers sink deeper into you. “Would be even better if you were inside me, though.”

That earns a kind laugh from him while he continues pumping. “Patience. You know I have to get you off first, yeah?” His fingers curl against your sweet spot, and you feel the coil in your belly start to unravel. “God, you’re stunning when you cum f’me. So goddamn perfect.”

The euphoria that has become synonymous with Steve’s touch floods your senses, and you chant his name like a beautiful prayer. He slows his pace, bringing you down from the high, before withdrawing his fingers and cleaning them off with a swipe of his tongue.

“Now–please, Stevie,” you manage, and he doesn’t ask you to elaborate further, breeching your hole with the tip of his cock. The two of you groan in tandem as he rolls his hips slowly. He brings his hand to your cheek, admiring your beauty fully on display. “Just a little faster, wh-when you can.”

“Course,” he nods, licking his lips and pressing them to yours. Sweat beads on his forehead as he thrusts harder, leaving you twisting the bed sheets beneath you. “Wish you could see yourself right now. Taking me like this–fuck.” He keeps the pace for another few minutes, praising you the whole time. You swear you’ll never get tired of hearing him call you sweet girl. “Gonna come–shit, come with me, baby–” His brown eyes scrunch shut as his pelvis connects with yours one last time, and your second orgasm hits as he spills into you with a groan of your name. He hesitates for just a moment before pulling out, grabbing a tissue and cleaning you up before crashing down next to you.

You bring your gaze to meet his, to say the words that have been on your lips all night but you’ve been too fearful to say. “No matter what happens tomorrow, I want you to know how much I love you.” Your voice catches at the end, and Steve takes your hand and squeezes it.

“Y/N, nothing’s going to–”

“It might,” you interrupt. “I’m not saying it will, but it might. And if it does, I don’t want you to…to…without knowing for sure, okay?”

Steve considers this, pressing a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder. “Okay. I love you, too.”

The next morning comes all too quickly. Neither you nor Steve had slept much; both of you were riddled with anxiety about the events about to unfold. When the alarm clock bleats at 7:30 AM, you wipe the crust from your eyes and nudge your boyfriend.

“‘M already awake,” he grunts, kicking off the covers grumpily, “just hoping that I’d blend in with the bed and you’d think I’d left.”

You giggle despite the dire circumstances surrounding the day. “C’mon, let’s get ready and head to the Byers’. If we’re late, you know Dustin will kill us before Vecna even gets a chance to.”

As you grab your bag off of the floor, you feel a slight twinge in your lower back. There’s that pregnancy sciatica Mom warned me about, you think irritably, massaging the ache while you check and make sure that the Walkman and Black Dog cassette are there. As soon as Steve helps you put your shoes on–it seems like that will be his new task until Little Bean is born–you’re both out the door. 

The mood is somber at the Byers’ house as everyone gets ready to part, headed for their separate locations. The first group, lovingly nicknamed Team Upside Down, makes their way towards the various vehicles that will bring them into the woods. Chief Hopper takes the lead, wielding a bat and his Hawkins Sheriff Department shotgun. Jonathan follows Nancy, who heaves her rifle over her shoulder as Robin gingerly carries a bag filled with molotov cocktails. Dustin grasps his walkie talkie, and Mike walks with El and Will. Hopper presses a kiss to Joyce’s forehead before he leaves.

“We’ll let you guys know when El opens up a gate,” Dustin reminds your group, pointing towards the other half of the walkie set in Lucas’s hand. “Be ready to drive to wherever Vecna’s newest lair is.” Team Hawkins murmurs their acknowledgements, and you all sit down around the living room, awaiting your next moves.

“You have everything, right, Y/N?” Max pipes up, breaking the silence. You watch Lucas take her hand with his free one, caressing the back of it with his thumb.

“Yup, got it all in my bag.” You try to muster up some enthusiasm, but it falls flat. Another surge of sciatic pain hits you, and you grimace. Luckily, everyone is too distracted to notice.

After about twenty minutes, Lucas’s walkie begins to crackle. “Team Hawkins, do you copy?”

“This is Team Hawkins. We copy,” Lucas quickly replies. “What’s your status?”

“El opened the gate in a tree. We have successfully infiltrated the Upside Down, and El is resting while Will tries to find Vecna’s lair,” Dustin says. “We’ll let you know when we have a location.”

Lucas gives Team Hawkins a thumbs-up. “Affirmative. Godspeed, Team Upside Down.” With the gate now opened, there’s a nervous energy buzzing through the house. You’re all pulling on jackets and boots so that there’s no delay when Dustin’s next announcement comes through.

“How long do you think this’ll take?” Erica asks, biting her thumbnail anxiously. She turns to Murray and says, “you know everything. Is this gonna take awhile?”

Murray lets out a bitter chuckle. “As flattered as I am that you think I know everything–the closest you’ve ever come to giving me a compliment, by the way–I have no idea. It all depends on Will.”

Joyce has her lips pressed together in a thin line, absolutely petrified at the thought of her baby boy leading the group to Vecna. “Will’s been connected to him, or the Mind Flayer, or whoever, for a long time,” she says finally. “As long as he can keep that connection, it shouldn’t take too long at all.”

Sure enough, about fifteen minutes later, Dustin’s voice blares through the walkie talkie. “Team Hawkins, do you copy? We’ve located the lair; I repeat, we’ve located the lair!”

Joyce jumps up and grabs the walkie from Lucas. “Where is it?” 

“The arachnid exhibit at the Hawkins Zoo,” Dustin tells her. “It’s in a red shed-like hut. Clear everyone out and have someone stand guard outside, got it?”

“Got it,” Team Hawkins echoes, You and Steve get into his car along with the kids, and Joyce and Murray take hers.

Max speaks first. “Once we get there, I should be able to track him. We just need to stay quiet so I can concentrate.”

“I feel bad for Team Upside Down,” Lucas mutters. “Imagine asking Dustin to be quiet.” Everyone laughs at that; the thought of Dustin having to stay silent for more than a minute seems like a more impossible task than bringing down Vecna.

Steve hits a pothole, jostling the whole car. “Careful,” you mutter, placing a hand over your stomach. Little Bean kicks in agreement.

The zoo is a short drive from the Byers’ house, and you get there just a few seconds before Murray and Joyce do. Everyone is raring to race towards the arachnid exhibit, and you feel awful that they’re slowing down their pace for you. The whole zoo is nearly devoid of people, with most of the town still reeling from the “earthquake,” and the hut is completely empty. Still, Murray volunteers to wait outside and tell people that the exhibit is temporarily closed.

“No karate,” Joyce warns, but the man doesn’t make any promises.

Lucas relays the message of your arrival to Team Upside Down, who give him the go-ahead to lure Vecna in. Everyone turns to Steve with sullen faces, ambivalent about what they know they have to do. Vecna isn’t stupid; he won’t fall for the same trick that Max pulled back in the Creel house. Instead of offering to sacrifice himself, Steve has to endure something much more emotionally painful.

“You guys can start, like, whenever,” he shrugs, taking a seat on the floor and pulling the headphones over his ears. “I’m ready when you are.”

Erica bites her lower lip. “It just feels…wrong, y’know?”

“I know,” Steve nods, “but you won’t mean it. Just pretend like you do.” He turns to Max. “Mayfield, y’good?”

“Yup,” she answers, shutting her eyes ritualistically and taking a seat next to him. “I can’t sense him yet, but I’ll tap three times on the floor when I do.”

Steve looks up at the Sinclair siblings expectantly. “It’s now or never.”

They begin just like they’d rehearsed. “Steve, I can’t believe you’d do this to Eddie!” Lucas says, anger ripping through his voice. “You watched him die, and then you stole his girlfriend. What kind of a friend are you?”

“Eddie trusted you,” Erica chimes in, looking at her brother for confirmation that she’s playing the part correctly. “He trusted you, and you betrayed him!”

“You’re pathetic, Steve! Couldn’t even get your own girl; had to wait until your friend died and then you took his.” 

It goes on like this for a few minutes before Max opens her eyes. “Guys, I’m…I’m not getting anything,” she admits. “Maybe my connection isn’t strong enough anymore, or…” She trails off without finishing her sentence.

“Or what?” Joyce asks, fear rising in her voice.

Max sighs, blinking a few times. “Or maybe…the wrong person is talking.” 

You feel everyone staring in your direction. “No, I-I’m just here to play the music,” you croak, holding up the Walkman lamely. “I can’t…”

“You have to, honey. I know you won’t mean it, but you have to say it like you do,” Steve says softly, reaching out and taking your hand. “This is bigger than us. I can take a few measly insults if it means saving the world.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. Every part of you wants to shout no, wants to refuse to do what he’s asking. But Eddie didn’t run away, and neither will you.

“Okay,” you reluctantly agree, standing up slowly. A sour taste rests on your tongue, and your stomach is in knots just thinking about saying such awful things. “Okay, I’ll do it.” Taking a deep breath, you yell as loudly as you can.

“Steve Harrington, you’re a horrible friend! I can’t believe I fell for your bullshit,” you sputter. “You’re selfish, and you never loved me. How could you possibly love anyone, when you’re too infatuated with yourself? I know that the only reason you even want to be with me is because Nancy turned down your stupid ‘six little nuggets’ dream, and you jumped at the opportunity to be with me once you found out I was pregnant.” There’s one more part that’s so mean, you don’t even want to think it. But Max hasn’t signaled Vecna’s presence, so you blurt it out before you lose your nerve.

“I bet you wanted Eddie to die, just so you could take what was his!”

Tap

Tap 

Tap

Max’s pointer finger hits the floor thrice, and just as she does, Steve’s eyelids start to flutter. You hear Lucas whisper into the walkie, informing Team Upside Down that the monster has been lured to his lair. Team Hawkins watches Steve in stunned silence, waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly, Steve starts to levitate, and Erica presses the Walkman’s play button. The music is loud, and you can hear the opening lyrics clearly. But Steve keeps floating higher.

“Why isn’t it working?” you cry out, grabbing Joyce’s hand. “It’s the right song! And I know it’s playing! So why isn’t it working?”

The opportunity to respond is cut short by a sickening crack. Steve’s left arm snaps clean in half, the right one shaking back-and-forth.

“STEVE!” you scream, and your throat feels raw as soon as the words leave your mouth. “Steve, fight! Please, Steve, we need you!” Your cries are punctuated by the sound of his leg breaking.

“Do you have any other music?” Erica asks, already digging through your bag. She pulls out another cassette. “What’s this?”

“Little Bean’s heartbeat,” you murmur. “Steve recorded it during the first ultrasound he went to. I…I forgot it was in there.” You take it from her and tug on the Walkman cord until the music player falls from Steve’s belt loop. You pop out Black Dog and quickly start playing the new tape. After the longest five seconds of your life, you see Steve start to slowly drop down, though he stays suspended in mid-air as he battles the vine-covered beast,

“Guys,” Dustin’s voice once again fills the room. “Eddie’s here.”

It takes a moment for his comment to register. You take the walkie to speak to him. “No,” you say, surprised by the firmness in your tone, “it’s not him. Not really. He’s just Vecna’s puppet. You can’t trust him, okay? Just stay focused!”

“Shut up, slut!” Eddie hisses into Dustin’s walkie. “Haven’t you done enough?”

You wince at his words; even though you know it’s not him, they still sting. A memory flits through your mind: when you and Steve had that joint Vecna vision, Eddie was able to temporarily snap out of the trance. Maybe you could do it again; you don’t have any other options at this point.

“Eddie, listen!” you tell him, holding the walkie as close to Steve’s headphones. “That’s your baby’s heartbeat!” You let it play for another five seconds before taking your hand off of the mic button.

There’s total quiet, and for a moment, you wonder if your plan failed. But then you hear his voice, surprised and soft. “My…my baby?”

“Yes!” Mike says now, “Y/N is pregnant; she’s due next month. Keep listening. Stay with us, okay?”

“I can’t…fight him off for long, H-Hurts…” The pain in Eddie’s voice is evident, and you want nothing more than to wrap him in a reassuring hug. 

“I know, man, I know. But you gotta do this for her. And for your baby, okay?” Dustin pleads. 

You force yourself to be strong, no matter how petrified you are. The building tension is a knife in your gut. “Please, Eddie. We need you.”

“Y/N?” It’s like he’s hearing you for the first time, like he’s just Eddie, rather than the grotesque manipulation. “Is that really you?

“Yes, it’s me! I love you, Eddie. I’ll always love you, no matter what happens.” You push past the tears, keeping an eye on Steve’s body. His right fist is clenched, and his left arm and leg remain broken, but nothing else has happened. “Just…please, help us fight him. Then you’ll finally be free.”

Dustin must be keeping the walkie on, because you hear everything that happens next. El screams at the top of her lungs, and you can hear Vecna choking. “She’s losing strength!” Mike yells. “She can’t keep this up for long.”

“Eddie, what are you–” Dustin starts, but he’s interrupted by a battle cry. All you want is to know exactly what’s going on, but Dustin won’t be able to hear you unless he turns off his mic. There’s a loud howl, followed by a thud. Gunshots permeate the atmosphere, and you hear Nancy shout out, “Now, Robin!” The molotov cocktails explode, and for a moment, you think the walkie talkie might combust from the volume. Steve’s body clatters to the ground, and Joyce scrambles to help him sit up.

There’s a yelp of pain on the other end of the walkie, and you immediately recognize that it’s coming from Eddie. “Eddie, you did it!” You hear Dustin saying. “You–you stabbed Vecna. You saved us.”

“H-Henderson,” Eddie’s mumbling, “‘m so tired…”

“I know,” the boy says, and the emotion in his voice transcends dimensions. “You can rest now, okay? Y/N is safe. Your baby is safe. You’re a hero.”

“T-Tell her I’m p-proud…” 

And then he’s gone. Again.

“Eddie?” you sob, barely registering Erica rubbing your back. “Eddie, where are you?” 

“Team Hawkins, do you copy?”

“Yes, Dustin, we copy!” you yell. “Where did Eddie go?”

There’s a pause. “He was too enmeshed with Vecna,” he says slowly. “And when Vecna died…I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You’ve lost him. For the second time in eight months, you lost Eddie Munson. When you heard him this time, a part of you thought that maybe he’d be fully free once the monster had been defeated. That his mind, body, and soul would belong to him again. That he’d be able to meet his baby.

Dustin clears his throat, snapping you from your thoughts. “We’re gonna climb back through the tree,” he tells you. “But, Y/N…he’s at peace now. Really, truly at peace.”

Your legs give out beneath you as you crumble, your chest violently heaving as you scream-sob on the floor of the arachnid exhibit. 

Steve presses a kiss to your scalp. “We’ll get through this,” he says, and only when you look at him are you reminded of his broken limbs.

“Steve, we have to get you to a hospital,” you blurt out, just as a pressure builds against your pelvis. A rush of liquid runs down your leg, tinged light pink with blood. “What–”

“We need to get you both to the hospital,” Joyce leaps into action, taking Steve’s keys and rushing you both towards the cars. 

“But I’m not due for another month,” you protest. “This can’t be–” A cramp, or, you now realize, a contraction, rolls through you. “Little Bean…” “Will be just fine,” Steve reassures you. “C’mon, let’s go have this baby.”

--

[quandaryqueen]

Any riddler's

Riddler's meeting the new and already popular villain they kept in hearing about and lo and behold, it's actually their childhood friend/sweetheart

They become partners in crime after they caught up on each other's life and it's honestly fucking scary to some cause holy shit two very SMART and POWERFUL villains are teaming up w each other?? Shit

Their relationship dynamics are cute and imma list a few:

TOTALLY MARRIED

-called out by everyone

-mutual respect & lovefest

-married squabbling

-checks each other's bs

Very comfortable with each other

Low self esteem x Their number one supporter

What I'm saying is, they're both acting like they're in a relationship even though they aren't and it's just fucking funny

They both def share a house in their civilian form and still has the nerve to say "their just my friend"

Reader would take be his personal nurse if he's injured cause, why not?

The heroes have a hard time w this power duo cause imagine two geniuses combining??? IT'D BE HARD FOR THEM

Sure, some of em has powers but villain!reader is quite strong in a magic sense so yeah, good luck for them

They're such a power couple when they actually confess their feelings for each other (Reader made an anonymous love letter to riddler and left riddles, resulting to riddler himself going into a restaurant where reader is just patiently waiting for him, I bet he loved the riddle game)

They'd watch each other's backs when in a battle, compliments getting thrown to their way, being so mushy that people are groaning now, we know, y'all are very inlove, NOW STOP TELLING EACH OTHER THAT YOU LOVE EM FOR THE 100th TIME THIS DAY- IT'S STILL 9 IN THE FUCKING MORNING DAMMIT

Childhood bestie to spousie

Gotham Edward Nygma X Reader

I intended to make it with multiple Riddlers, but I got carried away with Gotham Eddie so I made it about it omg I hope you don't mind 💚

Oswald Cobblepot was initially annoyed that there's a new villain that's surfaced and took his spotlight and he was delighted to know it wasn't only him who felt threatened by the newcomer-- Edward Nygma seething about how the fresh face in Gotham Gazette's front page is getting more attention that his latest activities. So it was a perfect opportunity for a collaboration to happen.

Despite his displeasure, Oswald has half a brain to recognise the individual's ability and how it would most certainly be a valuable ally. He believes that keeping your enemies close is utter bullshit, and so he'd rather have people to trust closer. He's learned. Edward, on the other hand, has nothing but murder in his mind. As you can see, the roles have been somehow switched-- but not for long.

Edward is a proud jack of all trades of sorts, it was easy for him to track the new individual. They're new, they've yet to make a major mark for themselves, hell they don't even have a name yet. All that's known of them is the enigmatic scene they painted behind their wake-- ten men found dead in Gotham harbour, their hideout raided of their weapons and equipment.

But anyways, he wasted no time to give Oswald what he found, including a phone number. Now, for an arrangement.

"What's yours, but others use it more than you?" The other line was silent, but that didn't not deter him from his enthusiasm with the riddle. "The answer is name. Mine happens to be the Riddler."

Oswald glances at the Riddler with an exasperated look. Can't he just say 'hello' like a normal person? Penguin snatches the phone from the taller man.

"Hello. I'm (Alias)."

The voice that came through the phone was something they both didn't expect. It didn't sound of a person who killed ten men and robbed them.

"I take it that this is the face that made it in Gotham Gazette's front page?" Oswald paced away out of habit, with Edward flowing behind to hear the conversation.

"Oh my god, you're Oswald Cobblepot... It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm a big fan of yours!"

Oswald tenses in shock for a moment. Fan? Of him? Oh shucks!

Before the Oswald can respond to his flatterer, however, Edward snatches the phone, much to his chagrin.

"Forgive me for disrupting the lovely discussion, but we have to talk." He walks away with the phone in his hand, oblivious to Oswald's murderour glare.

"Oh um... Of course! We can talk." There was disappointment in their voice, but they try to sound eager.

"How about in person? Book your schedule with a meeting in the Iceberg lounge. 10 PM sharp or else."

It was difficult to know that they were there. Oswald was particularly irked at Edward for putting the phone down immediately after vaguely threatning them. They could've talked more about the meeting and certainly not stroke his ego whilst talking to someone who is his fan apparently.

Iceberg lounge... 9:50 PM.

It was at its usual atmosphere, a live band was playing, people scattered to their own booths and cures with drinks in their hands. While they wait, Oswald was called backstage by the lounge manager leaving Edward to meet the mysterious (alias).

Really? (Alias)? That was the dumbest thing he's ever heard.

"Um... Excuse me," a small voice pulls him away from his musings. He glances at the source behind me, spotting a timid figure. "Would you happen to know where Penguin is? Not to overspill, but I think they'd kill me if I don't get to him by ten."

They even look pathetic in real life.

"Um... It's (alias)... Y/N L/N."

I'm sorry, WHAT-- Edward squints, tilting his head aside. Wait, you couldn't be!

"Um... Pardon me?"

Just how much did he change to the point his childhood friend won't recognise him???

"You... Seriously don't recognize me?" Edward points at himself, inching forward towards you.

Upon instinct, you back away with wide eyes. "I am so sorry, how could I be so impolite? Y-you're the Riddler! Of course I--"

"Not that!"

You stare at him with knitted brows. What the fuck does he mean?

"Edward Nygma? Gotham Elementary school? Gotham Academy? The kid with the riddles???" He places emphasis in every word by leaning closer, as if the distance of his face would make him all the more recognisable.

"Oh my god, shut up," you blurted out in shock. "Eddie?"

"Yes that's me!"

"OMG, puberty hit you like a freight train! I didn't recognize you!"

To be fair, he's had a major change of appearance. Back then he was shorter than you were, scrawnier, his hair was solely held together with a thick glob of gel and parted to the side, big glasses that didn't flatter his face shape, and not to mention how he dressed awkwardly. Oh, and certainly his voice. You were used to it being high pitched and riddled with voice cracks.

"How's it been? You're the Riddler? Oh gosh, I'm so stupid I didn't realise it! You've always been a riddler! How could I be so dumb not to notice that!" You smack the bottom of your palm on your forehead with a laugh.

"I've been great!" Aside from the sporadic in and out of Arkham, all's well! "I can't believe you're (alias)! I must say, you made quite an entrance in Gotham Gazette's front page."

"Oh gosh no, that crime was mediocre-- sloppy at best. And not to mention, I only came up with my name when Mister Penguin called me, I think it's so... Dumb."

"What? No! It's not dumb at all! It encapsulates your character well!"

"You really think so?" You sheepishly shift your body weight from side to side, shyly peering from your lashes.

"Yes! It's clever!"

Oswald finds himself in the middle of two dorks catching up, only being acknowledged once in a while whenever he's in some stories told by Edward before he's forgotten again. And so the grumpiness switches to Penguin again, while Edward and the new rogue catches up. Well, at least he knows now that you're an ally.

"Barbara, you release my Y/N at once or else!"

What Oswald didn't expect is that your 'catching up' was a first step before you break in a full sprint to become something close. Where Oswald is always caught in between two affectionate idiots constantly being affectionate idiots eVERY TIME. He's not even sure whether the two of you are together, but you might as well be one.

Oh, and he's not exaggerating when he says that the two are being affectionate idiots every time. Gun pointed your head, whilst your neck is in a headlock? No, that doesn't stop Edward.

"Or else what?" Barbara challenges.

"No don't submit to her demands, Edward! Just go!" You exclaimed.

"But Y/N--!"

"Oh my god! I am going to wring your neck myself if you don't straighten up, Edward! Go!"

"What?! No! I'm not leaving you!"

Oswald would very much like to get this over with, please. So you'll find him often rubbing his temples, wishing this nightmare would end already.

"Barbara could you just shoot me instead?" Oswald looks up to meet the woman's equally disturbed face.

Whenever you'd quarrel, Oswald is yet again caught in the middle. As much as he fucking hates it when you're at each other's throat affectionately, it also kills him that his two favourite person are at each others throat violently. He doesn't say it out loud but, he's grown fond of the two of you together... Even if you two aren't together. So he consoles both parties separately and be their confidant.

But yes, you've made a name for yourself out there in Gotham, made only scarier when you paired with Edward. What's more scarier than the two of you? Three of you. But the Riddler and (alias) will always be an iconic, fiercest pair feared by the public and groaned upon by your fellow rogues with your excessive lovey dovey bullshit.

[coldcocoamilk]

hey y'all lousy Levihan lovers - I got a new laptop, which means I can finally write comfortably again. we know what that means - a new fic.

as always, this fic is available on archive of our own at this link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32169334/chapters/79707976

Title: I Went to College and All I Got Was This Lousy Degree

Summary: At the start of Hange's senior year, she's told that she must tutor the ill-tempered Levi Ackerman in Biology if he wants to graduate and keep his baseball scholarship. From that point forward, she does everything she can to keep it strictly business with Levi - until they keep running into each other, everywhere. It takes a little time and some self-discovery, but eventually, she finds herself falling for that baseball boy in the midst of her college career.

chapter 1 under the cut :)

1580.

The numbers were bold against her computer screen and seemed to be burning permanently into her retinas. What was that, like, two questions? It wasn’t fair.

“What did you get this time, honey?”

She turned the laptop to face her mother, who frowned. “It’s a ten point increase, at least.”

“I wanted a perfect score,” Hange moaned. “I hate the College Board. This is some crap.”

“Well, that’s three out of three. You’ve still done better than anyone I’ve ever seen,” her mother reassured her. “Can I take these cups?”

Hange looked over her desk at the array of cups, old bowls, and soiled paper plates. “Yeah, but I want the orange one. I’ll help you bring all this down – sorry about the mess.”

“You’ve been studying hard,” her mom reassured her. “I just don’t want any roaches to be drawn in.”

The warmth from the soapy dish water was soothing on her aching hands. Ever since eight that morning, Hange had been either typing, writing, or highlighting, and when her hands weren’t in use, her eyes flew across text resulting in the typical tension headache she felt directly behind her eyes. Now that it was six, and dinner was almost ready? Done. She was done. Hange thought that senior year would be the worst year for her, but so far, junior year was setting the bar pretty high with the combination of exams, state testing, entrance exams, and college applications.

“Leave the water in the sink. I made you some veggies,” her mom told her.

Perhaps it was weird, but one of the few things that Hange enjoyed out of her mom’s cooking was vegetables. Everything else was either too bland or too salty, too mushy or nearly burnt, but her vegetables were always well seasoned and just cooked right. Going vegetarian had been easy for Hange, especially since it was pretty much all she ate at home anyways.

“Are you going to Nanaba’s after dinner still?” Her mom asked as they ate their dinner together.

“Yeah, I’ll probably sleep there tonight, if you don’t mind,” Hange replied between forkfuls of carrots. “By the way, when does dad come back?”

“Wednesday morning, so you’ll have to take the truck into school, okay? And that’s fine, just check in with me at some point. Go ahead and take the truck tonight, too.”

“Yup, gotcha,” Hange replied, finishing her plate. “Thank you for the food – I really like that new sauce you’re using.”

Her mom beamed, a rare sight for her tired face. “I used balsamic dressing in it! I knew it’d be good.”

Hange grabbed her bag from the bottom of the stairs on her way up. It was way too hefty for her plans tonight, and besides, she really didn’t need her calc II book at Nanaba’s, anyways. She packed the usual: laptop, jeans, cute shirt, a long skirt, cardigan, flats, and some pajamas. Her deodorant and perfume got haphazardly thrown in there too, along with an extra hair tie and her chargers. On last thought, Hange reached for a couple of suspiciously heavy balled-up sock pairs, throwing them in there too. Nanaba would appreciate that.

The truck keys were on the counter next to Hange’s wallet, and she clipped them onto her belt loop on the way out. Everyone in the house had ended up with her trusty carabiner trick: can’t lose your keys if they’re always attached to your pants. Her logic was that if you lose your pants somehow, you’ve got more issues than your keys.

“See ya mom!” Hange called out to the house. Her mom’s jazz music was already audible from the bedroom, and the dishes from dinner sat soaking in the sink. It was always much more laid back when her dad was out on a business trip, and a nice treat in comparison to his uptight antics.

Dusk in southern California during April was always nice – it wasn’t chilly enough to warrant a decent coat, but it was warm enough that you could get away with a dress. Sure, the daytime was utter hell, but at night, her dad’s hoodie on the passenger side of the bench seat in his truck was a welcome blanket on her lap as she drove to Nanaba’s house just fifteen minutes away.

Nanaba had been Hange’s best friend since the sixth grade, and they weren’t planning on changing that any time soon. Once upon a chilly November evening, school had just let out and they sat waiting for their parents to pick them up. Fifteen minutes passed, then half an hour, then a full hour – somehow, the two had ended up being “those kids.” You know the type. Mom fell asleep or lost track of time, child has to try their hardest to remember the house phone number, mom freaks out and arrives in a panic. In that span of an hour, the two started an inseparable bond over Pokémon Sapphire on Hange’s Gameboy Advance.

Hange let herself in with the key under the mat, making her way quietly through the house and up the stairs to Nanaba’s room. She found her with a clear plastic bonnet on her head, cross-legged at the head of the bed on her laptop, and the room reeked of chemicals. “Yo,” she announced herself, dropping her bookbag on the bed and flopping down on it. “That time of the month again?”

“You make it sound like I’ve got my period,” Nanaba complained. “What score did you get?”

“A fifteen eighty,” Hange replied. “You?”

“Fifteen thirty,” Nanaba beamed. “My highest yet!”

“Yooooo!” Hange shot up. “I’m proud of you! That’s, what, a seventy-point improvement? You studied!”

“I took your advice and had my dad buy me that SAT prep book you kept talking about. It really did work, thank you so much,” Nanaba gushed. “I feel like I can finally relax, just a little. Next weeks is finals, but in a couple hours, it’ll be Sunday, which means I’m not studying for a whole twenty-four hours.”

Hange flopped back down on the bed. “Preach. You feel like going out tonight?”

Nanaba leaned against the headboard of her bed, the plastic cap on her head crinkling against the wall. “Nah, I don’t think anything is happening. Besides, I’m doing my hair. I need you to help me touch up the sides again.”

“All right,” Hange replied. “How long do you have left?”

“Ten minutes,” Nanaba closed her laptop and stretched before swinging her legs off the side of the bed. “We’re not going out tonight, but I do have a bottle, if you wanna.”

“I brought shooters!” Hange shot back up, immediately digging through her bag and extracting the balled-up socks. “Some different ones this time, for us to try. What did you get this time?”

Nanaba walked across the room and opened her closet, pulling a bottle of liquor out from a box labelled WINTER. “Eddy orange this time. Haven’t tried it yet, but I thought we’ve abused the lemon enough.” Glass clinked as she pulled out two shot glasses: one shaped like a miniature beaker, and a normal one that simply said BOOBS.

“Beautiful,” Hange grinned. “Today we’re trying… uhh… UV Blue, Jägermeister, and this weird peanut butter whiskey stuff.”

“Did you shoplift again?” Nanaba gave her a glance. “You know, it’s one thing to buy with a fake. It’s another to shoplift entirely.”

“Does it count as shoplifting if your parents don’t drink but keep getting gifted weird alcohol gift baskets from my dad’s customers so it all just ends up sitting in the liquor cabinet for years anyways?”

“God, your dad’s job is weird.”

“Yeah, I know.”

[videograhams]

dating eddie miller would include / being in hoa headcanons

i wrote these so long ago lmao but for @thatfinalsibuna :)

THESE ARE TERRIBLE LMAO

he's a leo/cancer cusp.

he tries to keep sibuna from you for a really long time because he doesn't want to see you hurt/drag you into this.

him having a nice friendship from Patricia that you envy. you swear you can't stand the word yacker lmao.

he finds it kinda cute when ur angry/jealous but he'll always reassure you you're the only one.

Patricia does not seem to like you, you can’t really tell if shes jealous since she mostly ignores you. 

kt is probably your best friend. Joy is loyal to Patricia and Mara is always on school work so. But Fabian always says if Nina were here you two would be friends. It's nice to nice to know someone would like you lmao i was like 10 when i wrote this.

As for the guys, Jerome and you would hang out a ton. He's just funny and helps you get out of your comfort zone with funny pranks. He is also strangely good at giving advice. 

btw this makes eddie incredibly jealous. Like he legit gives Jerome the death stare all the time. let's b real u lowkey like the angry ur mine makeout sessions. 

Fabian confesses about sibuna to you. He wants you to know and he trusts you.

You can't keep quiet and have a late night talk with Jerome about it. You both feel so excluded. 

This eventually leads to jeroy having a huge fight bc she knew

You apologized to joy and she forgave you but still felt like they needed a break.

Jerome cries to you for legit the whole week.

Eddie can't stand this. You sitting with him and helping and all.

Eventually anubis pretty much hates you. Fabian feels horrible.

It's time for the dreaded sibuna talk with eddie lmao.

"Y/n- look- I was just trying to protect you. What don't you understand?" He gets really flustered knowing what's coming next.

HE CONFESSES ABOUT BEING THE OSIRIAN AMD TELLS U EVERYTHING THATS GOING ON WITH FROBISHER

Kt says sorry and everything is pretty normal.

So another dreaded talk comes.

"Eddie, I want to help you- and."

"Y/N! what don't you understand? Creepy dead guy from 100 years ago? Alive! The sinners-"

Things get really quiet and folds his finders together by his face and "I can't."

"I can't- I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you got- or."

He looks at u with those eyes "if anything happened to you."

He gets up and cups your hands in his "I can't risk you- okay please don't make me."

u give in and say you'll stay out 

"Thank you!! Just stay here okay,I love you-"

u two look at each-other and he awkwardly

"So see ya later, osirian" you mock

"Very funny" he snarks kisses ur forehead and goes to meet with sibuna

“Y/N COME HERE PLEASE.”

“WHAT DO YOU NEED JEROME.”  you walk into his room

"Did I just hear an I love you?" He gives that cheeky smirk

"He just blurted it out- I think it was an accident."

"Please that was no accident." He looks down and starts laughing

"I mean? I love you just like that? He's pathetic." He's lowkey depressed bc he's too shy to say it it to joy

Ugh "is that all Jerome"

"Yes yes u can go now" he shoos u with his hand

Jerome spreads to alfie and joy which goes to Patricia fabian then mara

Eddies embarrassed af first and legit in denial he said it "psh i would never we r in high school."  but then in front of everyone during dinner while they're making side comments and giggling "So what?" He's annoyed "it's true." He leans back gets flustered then walks to his room .

you try to talk to eddie but he makes an excuse to be alone. you pry but he's being a bitch

HES PARANOID DENBY OR SOMEONE WILL GRAB U "text me when you get to the house." "Let me walk you into class" 

"who were u talking to?"

 "Babe I'm just worried." 

He waits outside your class. "Il walk you back to the house." 

Doesn't go to sleep if he can kiss you goodnight. He legit always gets in trouble.

u guys have weird games like whoever wins a staring contest gets a sandwich from the loser type shit it's fun and cute.

you two trash talk people literally all the time in ur room, in public. Bonding sesh.

bonus stuff i found in my notes 

Late night talks and cuddles r always in his room which could potentially lead to something more but y'all bitches scared of victor lets be real

when u two decide ur ready he rents a hotel for one day on the weekend and it's cute omg.

"I meant what I said. "

"You know eddie, not sure if u know this but when you say something to other people it has to make sense." you chuckle

"Don't ruin the moment lemon."

"Lemon? Tf?

"You’re always so sour."

"Always as u were saying" you groan.

"Nope you ruined it." He looks away

“EDDIE I SWEAR.”

He laughs hysterically "you’re face, relax I'm gonna tell you"

"When I said I loved you."

"Really?"

"Yeah I mean well it wasn't a lie so"

You kiss him. "Then I love you too."

He smiles and u two cuddle and talk and make fun of how mushy and disgusting it is.

On graduation he starts, "okay lemon- I wanna"

"Literally never call me that"

"Would you stop ruining the moment"

"On this day- in two years il propose to you."

"Yeah right." you mock.

when your in college with him living in an apartment all while he's cooking dinner he just gets down on his knees and u nut.

He teases u all the time and but you get use to it

He gets really serious when it comes to you.

Yes. you two are not perfect. He fibs a lil and jealousy comes into the mix but you guys love each other and its meant to be.

not my gif.