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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 29

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, nightmares, crying, sexual assault/coercion, domestic violence, drug use, suicidal thoughts, vomit, angst/anxiety, swearing, smut, fluff, crying, angst, light arguing, co-dependence, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, mentions of sex toys, dirty talk, praise/degradation, squirting

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Part 29.1: Nights in White Satin

Wednesday, July 26th, 1989

"Where the hell is he?" You ask in annoyance, pacing back and forth across the living room carpet. You're biting the cuticle on your thumb, anxiously waiting for Murray Bauman to show up to your house. It's a few days after Eddie's birthday, and you've been on edge about this meeting all week. It's been distracting you at work, and you've been getting very little sleep the last couple days. Mass amounts of coffee and sugary snacks have been getting you through the day, stress eating definitely runs in the family.

You've got everyone in your corner gathered inside the house today. Mom, Dustin, Eddie, Robin, Steve, Nancy, and Jamie and Mr. Biggs from the theater. Harriet and the others are holding down the fort at work, allowing you the time to prepare for the trial. They're really only here in regards to the trial involving Tommy, they don't know anything about the situation between Jason and Chrissy and how you and Eddie got tangled up within it. But Murray mentioned on the phone that you needed to gather the witnesses who would be in your favor, who know of your character and what you may have told them about Tommy and his father harassing you.

"I'm sure he'll be here soon, sugarpuff. Why don't you sit down?" Mom pipes up, as everyone has been watching you pace for a good forty-five minutes.

"No. I'm good." You reply mindlessly, biting down harder on your thumb. You pull a piece of skin off of it with your teeth, causing the layer beneath to sting and bleed. "Fuck." You mutter, sucking on the fresh wound to relieve it.

"Sweetheart, you've gotta relax a little. The trials don't start for a month or two, it's not like you're going on the stand tomorrow." Eddie says, standing up from his seat to go to you. He puts himself in your way, placing his hands gently on your shoulders. You sigh loudly at him stopping you, dropping your hand away from your mouth.

"I know that, Eddie. But I can't help feeling like once it all starts, it's going to be an absolute shitshow." Eddie's about to dissuade your concerns, but you shake your head to stop him. "Both Jason and the Hagans can afford good lawyers. They're gonna tear us and Chrissy to pieces. They'll make it seem like we're lying, or we were 'asking for it'. And I'm terrified of having to deal with that in a room full of people. I'm terrified that I'll say one wrong thing and blow it." You sigh again, bringing your other thumb between your teeth now.

"Baby, you can't assume that it's all gonna go wrong, because then it definitely will. I'm sure this Bauman guy will show us all how to answer the questions and not screw it up. 'Kay?" Eddie speaks calmly to you, but his words provide little comfort. You're still catastrophizing inside your head, picturing the absolute worst case scenario. He's about to open his mouth to speak again, when the doorbell rings.

You leave his hold and go for the door. You open it to reveal a tall man with dark curly hair balding at the top, and a thick beard covering the lower half of his face. He's got silver aviator frames with brown-tinted lenses perched on his nose, and he's dressed in a tweed suit that fits a tad too large on his frame. He's holding a weather-beaten briefcase, and your nose crinkles at the bath of old cologne and strong aftershave he's drenched himself in.

"Ah, you must be Ms. Henderson! Sorry I'm late, I was looking for offensive graffiti!" Murray says with a light chuckle, pointing his thumb at the exterior of the house.

"Oh, they washed that off weeks ago." You reply awkwardly. This man is proving to be very strange right off the bat. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"Of course. Can I come in? Or would you prefer to get legal advice in your doorway?" He replies, smiling with all his teeth.

"Uh, yeah, sure." You say quickly, moving out of his way to let the man inside. He steps through the entryway, taking in the look of your home. He takes notice of the gathering of people in your living room, all of whom give him a curious once-over.

"My, my. You've certainly got a big family, Y/N." He jokes, laughing to himself again.

"Oh, no. They're一" You try to explain as you close the door, but he cuts you off.

"The witnesses. I know." He says, turning his head back to look at you. "They sure are quiet, though. That might prove to be a problem in court." He laughs yet again. What is this guy's deal? He's so serious, and yet not, all at the same time.

"Would you like a cup of coffee, Mr. Bauman?" Mom asks, getting up from her seat.

"Sure thing. You must be Y/N's....older sister." He says in a somewhat flirtatious tone.

"Oh, no. I'm her mother, Claudia." Mom replies with a bashful giggle. A light blush colors her cheeks, and you immediately feel nauseated.

"Well, I can certainly see the resemblance. And I'll take milk and sugar in that coffee, if you don't mind." Murray replies with a grin, and Mom toddles off to the kitchen to fix the man his drink. He turns to you and Eddie now, giving him an unsubtle look up and down. "I take it you're the boyfriend?" He asks.

"Yeah. Uh, Eddie. Nice to meet you." Eddie answers, sticking out his hand to shake Murray's. But Murray doesn't extend his own forward, so he quickly drops it back to his side. He awkwardly slides his hand into his pocket, attempting to mask the hurt at the rejection.

"Right. Well, I think we'd better get started. We're already cutting it pretty close for the day, and we've got a shitload of work to do. Pardon my french." Murray says, looking around for a spot to sit. The couch is taken, as are the armchairs and recliner. He notices the dining room, going there for a moment to retrieve a chair from the table. He sets it across from your friends and coworkers, sitting down and crossing one leg over the other. He sets his briefcase on his lap, clicking the locks open to prepare himself.

"Where do we start?" You ask, taking a seat in Eddie's lap once he returns to his spot on the end of the couch. Murray pulls out some papers from his case, shuffling them around messily before looking up to answer your question. His eyes narrow at your choice of seating, but you aren't really sure why. It seems Eddie hasn't made a very good impression on the man, but he hasn't done anything to put him off. You hope not, anyway, since he's representing both of you.

"We start...at the beginning. And I mean the very beginning. I'm going to need every nasty little detail of your past relationship with..." He consults his papers for the name of the defendant. "...Mr. Tommy Hagan." Just hearing Tommy's name from Murray's mouth makes you shudder. This is gonna be a nightmare, you think to yourself while contemplating where to begin.

"Oh. Well, um..." You pause, wondering if it's a good idea for everyone sitting quietly in the room to hear you recount your regrettable bout of 'Tommy Fever'. The whole thing was a steaming hot pile of shit, and you'd love nothing more than to completely forget about it.

"Today, Ms. Henderson." Murray pushes, reaching inside his briefcase again for a notepad and a pen.

"Can you relax a little, man?" Eddie retorts, going on the defensive on your behalf. Murray's eyes meet his for a moment, as if to challenge your boyfriend. But Eddie doesn't back down, he'll defend your dignity to the ends of the earth against anyone that dares to disrespect you.

"Okay!" Murray says loudly after a solid minute of the two men staring one another down. "Look, I get it. You're the bad boy with a heart of gold, right? Defending your lady's honor...the whole protective teddy bear thing? It's real cute, I'm sure Y/N digs the hell outta that." He speaks snidely, which makes Eddie scoff. "But...I am here to provide legal counsel. Highly discounted legal counsel, at that, as a favor to Chief Powell. So, I have no time for chest-puffing, or anxious apprehension. M'Kay? The defense lawyers for the little shits you've managed to piss off are fierce. And they will do everything in their power to pick apart every single claim you have against them." The man gestures wildly as he speaks, hoping to God you'll understand how dire this situation really is. "Now, I suggest we stop stalling and get some goddamn work done! Sound good?" He finishes, looking between you and Eddie to draw some gesture of agreement from you.

"Yes, sir." You reply sheepishly, allowing the man to do his job.

"Great! Now, tell me all about Tommy." He says, clicking his pen. Mom returns with his coffee, handing off the mug to him. He takes a long sip, making a satisfied 'ah' sound after he swallows. He puts the mug onto the coffee table in front of him, still waiting for you to begin.

You proceed to tell Mr. Bauman everything about your ex. How you started dating, the behavior he exhibited towards you, how it all ended so terribly. Your voice shakes often as you speak. Talking about any of this makes every moment, past and present, swirl together like a sickly stew inside your mind. Eddie rubs subtle circles on your thigh with his hand to soothe you through this ordeal. Murray's eyes flick to Eddie's fingers on you every so often, he finds your glaring co-dependence rather annoying. Not only that, it could pose a few potential challenges in court.

Everyone else in the room is very quiet, respecting your time to tell these uncomfortable stories. Murray writes down every relevant detail, and he surprisingly leads you through the questions in a relatively gentle manner. Despite his initially abrasive attitude, he does take genuine care and interest in helping you out. You eventually finish with recounting the events of the Hagans vandalizing your home, which unfortunately lets everyone in on what you were up to before Tommy threw the brick through your window.

"Jesus, Y/N. I'm so sorry." Robin says, breaking the silence once you've stopped talking. A couple of tears have fallen from your eyes during this, though you hadn't noticed them until now. The others murmur sympathetic affirmation of Robin's words. They truly feel for you, nobody should have to be subjected to what you've been through.

"As are we all. Now, unfortunately, all of this is definitely going to be twisted against you. We'll prepare for all that later on, I just need details of what everyone knows for the time being." Murray sighs, realizing just how much work he has cut out for himself. He takes another long drink of coffee, making that same satisfied noise once he swallows. "So, who's next?"

One by one, your gathered witnesses give Murray every possible detail to help your case. It takes a few hours, with Murray's coffee cup being refilled multiple times throughout the process. Nobody else bothers to ask for anything, they'd hate to have your mother running herself ragged. You snuggle further into Eddie as time passes, and by the end of it, everyone is tired and starving. You order some pizzas to thank everyone for being so helpful, and you all take a small mental rest to talk amongst yourselves and relax. The energy up until this point has been tense, mixed emotions clogging up the airflow in the room. But thankfully, you're finally able to breathe again.

"Well, I'd say we've had a very productive day." Murray says once all your friends leave. It's just the five of you now, and Bauman is putting his notes away in his briefcase.

"Yeah. I guess." You shrug, about ready to pass out in Eddie's arms. This afternoon has taken so much out of you, and this is only the beginning of a long, awful process.

"I know it's a lot, Y/N. But we've got to do the work if we're going to win this thing. We also have to do your witness work for the Carver case, but I'll leave that for another day. Right now, though, I've got a motel room and a bottle of Russian vodka waiting for me." He replies as he stands, brushing pizza crumbs off of his lap.

"I appreciate the help, Mr. Bauman." You say, getting up to walk him out. Eddie joins you on your feet, but stays by the couch.

"Please, call me Murray. Mr. Bauman is my mother!" He laughs at his own odd joke.

"Sure, Murray. We'll see you tomorrow." You reply, opening the door for him to leave. He nods, and steps out into the muggy night and walks toward his car. It's a small step above a total piece of junk, corroded paint, rusted rims and all. You close the door again, leaning against it while letting out a deep sigh.

"Well, he's...something." Eddie says with an awkward chuckle.

"I think he was very nice. I'm sure he'll be a great help." Mom chimes in, seemingly a little bit smitten with the man. Jesus, Mom. Not my fucking lawyer, you think to yourself.

"He didn’t seem to like me very much." Eddie adds, almost mumbling. He usually doesn't give a shit what others think of him, but it felt wrong to make a bad impression this time.

"He just doesn't know you like I do, love. Don't worry about him, he'll come around." You say, going to Eddie to reassure him. He nods silently, and you give him a light peck. "Ugh, I really don't wanna do this all over again tomorrow. And who knows how many more days after that. And then the trial...it all feels like too much." You try your best not to pout as you speak, but the mere thought of having Murray drill you with questions and prep you for the cross-examination makes you want to give up entirely. You know that you can't do that, but your lives would be far less difficult if you just dropped the charges.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to think about all that right now. You've done enough worrying for one day, you need to get some sleep." Eddie says softly, pulling you closer to wrap his arms around you. You lay your head on his chest, your eyes slipping closed as you enjoy his warmth.

"It'll be alright, Y/N. You've got us, and the club, and all our friends standing behind you. You're far from alone in this." Dustin says.

"We've got your back, sugarpuff." Claudia adds.

"I'm so lucky to have the best family ever." You extend one of your arms out for Mom and Dustin to join your hug, needing to feel them close to you. They don't hesitate to do so, fully covering you in a kind embrace of love and support. A few more tears escape your eyes, ones of relief as opposed to pain and fear this time. "I love you all so much. I don't know what I'd do without you." You sniffle.

"We love you too, princess. And we're always gonna be here for you. No matter what happens." Eddie coos, gently stroking your hair.

You all separate from your group hug a couple minutes later, retiring to your respective rooms for the night. You and Eddie cuddle Arwen for a little while, and he pulls out the book he's been reading to you for the last few days. Another Stephen King classic, The Dead Zone. You do your best to stay conscious for at least a chapter or two, but it's a struggle to hear a single word he says at a certain point. Eddie takes notice of this, closing the book and carefully getting out of bed to flick off the light. He returns to you, gingerly moving your body so he can spoon you. You let out a couple sleepy sounds, moments away from falling into the deep pit of sleep that's been waiting for you. He plants a tender kiss to your neck, and closes his own eyes as you drift away. As one can easily predict, nightmares plague your mind as you sleep. A constant barrage of all your fears and anxieties playing out in your subconscious.

"Mornin', sweet thing." You hear a voice rasp in your ear. You stir from your sleep, feeling a warm body snuggling up to you beneath the covers. Silk sheets slip around under you, and your bed feels far too large. You roll over, wondering where you are. You blink your eyes open, and find that you're in bed with Tommy. He's dressed only in some boxers, and you are completely naked. "There you are, babygirl. I was wondering how long I'd have to wait." He smirks, putting himself above you.

What is this? Where's Eddie?, you think to yourself. You don't say anything, too afraid of what might happen if you start asking questions. The look on Tommy's face is odd, like he's far too happy to see you awake. He slips a hand below the covers, and he starts touching various parts of your body. You flinch at his hands on your flesh, it feels so wrong. Your hands meet his chest, and you're about to push him off. That is, until you notice the massive diamond ring sitting on your left hand.

"No..." You murmur, examining the glistening jewel in the low morning light coming through the massive window to the right of you. This can't be happening.

"I'm afraid you don't get to use that word with me, Y/N. You're mine, and I can touch you whenever, and however, I want." Tommy says viciously, squeezing your breast harshly in his grip. He's so rough, but it doesn't feel good at all. It feels...violent, like he's taking ownership over you. You want to kick and scream and run away, but his weight is far too heavy on you. It's like you're glued to the bed, helpless to do anything to stop this. You close your eyes, trying to get yourself to wake up. You count to ten, ignoring the feeling of Tommy's fingers traveling between your legs. You're dryer than the Sahara desert, which makes him angry. "Not in the mood, babygirl? That's too bad." He says through clenched teeth. He reaches over to the ornate bedside table, pulling a bottle of lube from the drawer. "No problem, I can make you as wet as I need. I'd hate to tear you up too much." His words make you want to puke, but alas, no bile comes forth to help you this time.

"Please...no." You whimper, though he pretends he doesn't hear it. You feel the lube spill over your lower half, and he shoves his digits inside to spread it all around. You cry out in pain, wishing he'd just leave you alone. You try to will yourself somewhere else. You'll go to the goddamn moon without a spacesuit, or the middle of a swamp full of hungry alligators, anywhere but here. It appears to work when the pain of Tommy forcing himself inside you stops. You breathe a sigh of relief, realizing you're sitting upright now.

You open your eyes again, but it's far from a pretty picture. You're still in this unfamiliar house, one that Jack bought for you and Tommy. You can feel it, the room where you were before is just up a flight of lush-carpeted stairs. The place is rather lavish, the highest quality furniture and appliances throughout the place. You're sitting on the couch, with a full spread of drugs sitting before you on the coffee table. Weed, coke, heroine, even. Waiting for you like an all-you-can-eat buffet. You slump down to the floor, though it's hard to move your legs. You gaze down at your body, finding that you're squeezed into a skin-tight, golden dress that shows off as much of your body as possible. Tommy's pick, no doubt. Your arms and legs are covered in bruises, and you reach up to check your makeup-streaked face to find one on your cheek as well. It stings at your touch, and you see a flash of how you got the bruise in the first place. You refused to blow Tommy when he asked, so he punched you directly in the face. That was just a few hours ago, and then he left for work.

You pick up the little straw from the table, leaning your head down to the pre-cut lines of coke on the glass tabletop. You snort them all as quickly as you can, numbing the immense emotional turmoil you feel. The maid, Helga, comes in a little while later. She finds you half-conscious on the floor, the metal straw still in your hand. She helps you back onto the couch, but offers you no sympathy or conversation. She's been hired to keep you here, as well as take care of your home. You aren't allowed outside without Tommy's company, and you sure as shit aren't allowed to talk to your friends or family anymore. You wonder if they still care about you, or even think about you at all. But there's no way to know for sure. There's no phone to call them with, and you don't dare try to run away when you have no real idea where the house is located. You could be states away from Hawkins for all you know.

Later, Tommy comes home from work. There's a large, hulking man with him. Your dealer...you wish so badly that he was Eddie instead. Maybe then you could get out of here. But of course, Tommy can't risk a single person you come into contact with wanting to help you leave. You're his, and you're not going anywhere. Except maybe in a body bag. "It's your lucky day, Y/N. Fitz here has a special deal for you tonight." Tommy says gleefully, the two men approaching you.

"What is it?" You ask weakly, already knowing what's to come. This little 'deal' comes at least once a month.

"Same as always, little lady. Double the product...in exchange for that pretty little mouth of yours." Fitz says, licking his lips as he smiles. He's got a gold tooth, the surrounding ones yellowed from tobacco use and lack of care. He stinks of sweat, and something else you can't quite place. But it's horrible, and you know it's only going to get worse when he takes his pants off.

"O-okay..." You answer, nodding your head sluggishly. Fitz takes his usual place in the armchair beside you, and Tommy goes off to eat the dinner that Helga has prepared for him. You'll only get a Slimfast shake later on, the same thing you have for every meal.

"C'mere, sweetie. Gotta earn your treats." Fitz chuckles lowly, spreading his legs apart as he opens his belt. He pulls the zipper of his jeans down, and quickly exposes his half-hard cock. The stench hits you before you even dare to move. It's absolutely foul, like sour milk and onions. You apprehensively make your way over, crawling on your hands and knees. You repress a gag, tears stinging your eyes at the effort. You sit yourself before him, watching as he peers down at you while stroking himself. "Open wide, honey." He orders, his breath catching at the anticipation of your 'payment'.

"Alright." You reply blankly, reluctantly taking him in your hand. You choke back another gag, trying so very hard not to throw up all over the place. You got a beating from Tommy that almost put you in the hospital last time. You do everything in your power to ignore the smell, bringing your face closer to him. It only grows stronger, but you soldier on anyway. You have to, there's no backing out now. Fitz isn't one to shy away from hitting another man's woman. You force your mouth open, and take his meager three inches past your lips in entirety. The taste is even worse than the smell, the worst possible thing you've ever put inside your mouth. It's what you imagine the flavor of death is.

"That's the stuff." Fitz sighs in satisfaction, settling further into the chair as you work. Tears of anguish stream down your face, but they only seem to add to the wretched man's thrill. You wish you weren't doing this. You wish you hadn't stayed with Tommy and married him. You wish you could get out of this house, have the life you truly want. But most of all, you wish you could just die. Have Tommy beat you too hard, or take all the drugs on that table at the same time. Hell, even a kitchen knife across your wrists would be good enough. You want this to end, this is no way to live. This existence is absolute hell.

You wake up just before 'Fitz' finishes, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. You sit up in bed, looking around your room to realize none of it was real. You're safe in your bed, in your house, with Eddie snoring beside you. "Oh, thank fuck." You whisper, sighing in relief. You wipe your hands down your face, trying to shove that awful fake life away. Flashes of Tommy hitting you, you snorting a line of coke off the coffee table, and servicing the large drug dealer blink rapidly through your mind. It felt so real, like you were truly trapped in a life you never wanted. You can still see, feel, hear, smell, taste everything as you experienced it in your dream. And it makes you completely sick to your stomach.

You dash out of bed, going to the bathroom to throw up. You don't mean to make a lot of noise, but both doors you need to get through slam against their respective walls in your race against your own stomach. You fall to your knees on the tiles in front of the toilet, regurgitating your pizza into the bowl. You grip the sides of the seat until you finish, hoping that you'll feel a little better afterwards. "Y/N?" You hear Eddie say groggily in the doorway of the bathroom. You're still not quite done yet, and he flicks the light switch to see what's going on. He groans at the sudden brightness, rubbing his eyes. He blinks to adjust to the light, and he finds you crouching on the floor while you vomit. "Oh, sweetheart." He tuts, kneeling next to you.

He rubs your back gently until you're done. He hopes you're not sick, you've got to work tomorrow. But not only that, you've been through enough as it is. Your stomach mercifully empties, and you slump against the wall. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." You say softly, wiping your mouth. You still don't feel very well, but it could just be from the nightmare. Being up in the middle of the night like this usually makes you feel a bit sickly, too, for some strange reason.

"It's alright, princess. How are you feeling? Did something happen?" He asks, fully sitting across from you on the floor now. He's only dressed in his boxers, but he doesn't really care if Mom or Dustin see him like this. All he cares about is making sure you're okay.

"Yeah, I had a nightmare. But, what else is new?" You let out a dry laugh, rolling your eyes at yourself.

"What was it about?" He questions.

"Tommy. We were still together...and we got married." You start, which makes Eddie's eyes widen. "Believe me, it definitely wasn't a happy relationship. He was...abusive. And I started doing drugs, I essentially lived the way Chrissy was." You say softly, a couple hot tears escaping your eyes at the thought. "But you weren't there. It was a different dealer...and not a nice one, either." You let out a small sob, trying to hold it back. You're so goddamn tired of crying all the time. Just once, you'd like to be strong and keep it together. But your eyes have other plans.

"I'm so sorry, angel. C'mere." He puts his arms out for you, and you clumsily shove yourself against his chest. You bury your head in his neck, staining his flesh with salty tears and saliva as you cry into him. He holds you close, your legs tangling haphazardly with his. It's far from a comfortable position for either of you, but that doesn't really matter at the moment. Your arms cling to him, your hands spreading wide across his back to feel as much of him as possible. "It's okay, love. I'm right here, you're gonna be okay." He coos to you, rocking you back and forth in a soothing manner. You stay like this for a while, gradually feeling less sick as time passes. You still feel pretty scared, and dread getting through the day. "Let's get you back to bed, baby." Eddie says, signaling for you to get up.

"Okay." You whimper, not wanting to go back to sleep. You're so tired, and you know you need the rest. But the possibility of going back to the awful place you found yourself in, you can't risk that. You stand up, going to the sink to rinse out your mouth. You turn on the faucet, scooping the tasteless liquid to your lips. You swish it around thoroughly, and spit it out. Much better. You take Eddie's hand, letting him lead you back into bed. He lays you down as nicely as he can, his touch so loving and light. It's a stark contrast from how Tommy was touching you, and you can't help crying some more at the reminder.

"Is there anything I can do, princess?" Eddie asks sadly, wishing he could ease your troubled mind. He doesn't know what to do, it's not like he can reach inside your head and take all the bad things away.

"Just hold me, Eds. Please." You sniffle. He does as you ask, bringing you closer to lay your head on his chest. His arm keeps you close, his hand whispering up and down your back. Arwen picks up on your sadness, wriggling her way into your cuddling to put herself beside you. She purrs loudly, the sound vibrating through your torso to calm you. You stroke her fur, her eyes falling closed in kitty bliss.

"I love you, sweetheart. And I'll stay up with you all night if I need to, 'kay?" Eddie whispers, his throat stinging as he holds back his own tears. It's not fair, she shouldn't have to go through this. I feel so helpless, because I can't make it all go away. She deserves to be happy, we deserve to be happy. I know she can't take much more of this, even though she'd never say it. I only hope this stupid trial won't break her. I can't bear to see my sweet girl disappear.

"I love you too, Eddie. I just wish we could be happy, without some bullshit coming along and messing it all up every few weeks. It's like we're fuckin' cursed or something." You groan in frustration, still crying a little as sadness morphs into anger.

"I know, angel. I wish so, too." He replies, a deep sigh escaping his lungs.

"Are you okay, love?" You ask, noticing he's stiffened up a little underneath you.

"No. It breaks my heart to see you in so much pain, Y/N. And I hate that I can't really do anything about it." He answers honestly, staring up at the ceiling.

"You're doing what you can, Eds. And it means everything to me that you care so much." You reply, leaving Arwen for a moment to caress Eddie's chest.

"I know, baby. I just一...wish I could do more." He sniffs, and you look up at his face in the pale moonlight. He's biting his lip to keep it from trembling, almost drawing blood. His eyes are glassy and sad, brows drawn downwards as he fights back against his tears.

You lift yourself up slightly, putting your head above his own. "You're doing more than enough, I promise. I couldn't ask for a better man to stand with through all of this." You press your lips to his, showing him genuine appreciation for always loving and supporting you every single day. Your mouths move tenderly against one another, shuddering sighs spilling through the gaps as you cry silently together. Arwen squirms away, tired of being squished now. She curls up on the end of the bed, settling back into her slumber.

You continue to kiss for a while, just gently moving your mouths together. There's no teeth or tongues coming into play, now isn't the time to heat things up. You both only want the closeness and intimacy that comes with being so deeply in love. You eventually pull away when your lips get tired, and you return your head to his chest. You listen to his heart beating in your ear, a little faster than its usual rhythm. But as you both lie here, you hear it slowly return to its normal pace. You drift off again at some point, lulled into a dreamless sleep by the steady beat, and the radiating warmth you share with Eddie in your bed.

Part 29.2: Chains of Love

Thursday, July 27th, 1989

You wake up again to the smell of pancakes, and you hear Mom coming down the hallway to your room. She knocks on the door. "Sugarpuff?" She asks as you rub your eyes.

"Come in." You reply, and she opens the door while holding the fold-up bed trays she keeps for special occasions. Stacks of pancakes with sides of hash browns and crispy bacon sit upon them, with a glass of orange juice beside each plate. "Wake up, Eds." You nudge Eddie with your elbow, needing him to sit up so Mom can put the food down. You're unsure how she even got the door open with her hands full.

"Hmm?" He asks, squinting his eyes as he sits up.

"I heard you crying last night. So I figured I'd make you some breakfast in bed to cheer you up." Mom says, carefully setting the trays over your laps.

"Thanks, Mom." You smile weakly, though you'll happily accept this delicious food. You're absolutely starving.

"Thank you, Claudia." Eddie adds, still waking up.

"Of course. Is there anything else I can do?" She asks, clasping her hands together expectantly. You'd woken her up last night in your rush to the toilet, and she was going to check on you until she heard Eddie speak. She laid awake in bed, hearing you tell him about your nightmare. You didn't give a lot of details, but you didn't really need to. What little information you gave made her heart ache terribly. To know that you dream of such awful things all the time, she wishes you didn't have to suffer so much. You're her sweet little girl, deserving of all the happiness in the world and more.

"No, we'll be okay." You kindly insist, wanting some time to wake up and eat before you and Eddie have to get ready for work.

"Okay. Just call if you need me." She says, closing the door when she leaves.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Eddie asks as he cuts into his pancakes. The cutlery squeaks against the plate, and he loads up his fork with the syrup-soaked stack of slices.

"A lot better. I don't know how today's gonna go, though." You reply, and he gives you a look.

"You don't have to go in today if you're not up for it. I'm sure Biggs would understand." He offers, putting a hand on your thigh over the blanket.

"No, no. I've got too much work to do. And you know me, I need the distraction." You sigh, digging into the hot meal Mom's made for you.

"Do you? I feel like 'distraction' is usually code for 'ignore the issue entirely'." Eddie says seriously, still glancing at you repeatedly as you both eat.

"I'm not ignoring anything, Eddie. I can't if we're going to win this thing." You say in annoyance. He's not wrong to assume, but you really aren't trying to hide away this time. "I'm just saying that I need a break every so often, instead of fixating on Tommy and the trial 24/7." You explain, taking a large bite of hashbrowns into your mouth.

"You're right. I'm sorry, I'm not meaning to get on your case." He says apologetically, drawing your eyes to him.

"It's fine, I get it. I don't usually cope very well. But I swear, I'm not gonna put up the walls this time." You reply as you chew.

"Okay. Good." Eddie smiles, loading up his fork again. The two of you finish eating your breakfast, talking casually about anything else you can think of. You're going to be doing more than enough discussion on the tender subject with Murray later on. There's no reason to keep dwelling on it now. You return your dirty dishes to the kitchen, setting them in the sink. And then you proceed to get ready for the day. First, a nice hot shower, with Eddie tenderly licking between your legs as you claw at the steam-frosted tile. Then, the two of you dress, playfully tickling and pinching one another while you fasten your shirt buttons and tuck the tails into your slacks. And lastly, a short cuddle with Arwen for good measure. By the time you leave the house, you're both in an extraordinarily great mood.

Your shift at the theater goes swimmingly, every showing going on without a hitch. No customer complaints, no employee disagreements or call-ins. It's a perfect day, which under most circumstances means there's something waiting to come along and fuck it all up. You refuse to focus on such a thought. You've got far too much lovey-dovey bliss rushing through your veins to pay any mind to the notion.

Lunch rolls around, and you gleefully pull Eddie into the supply closet for some fun. You repay him for the glorious head he bestowed upon you in the shower, which quickly turns into him yanking your pants down and taking you from behind as you bend over a stack of heavy boxes containing imitation butter. He spends the entire time he's inside you speaking seductively in your ear. Showering you with praises, telling you how much he loves you, how you're totally perfect in every possible way. Every single syllable warms your heart, as well as makes you completely drenched for him. It doesn't take long for you both to cum, loudly and messily, four sweaty hands digging into the thick cardboard you're pressed against.

"Fuck, baby...that was so good." You pant, with Eddie still covering your body with his until you come down from your highs. You swallow thickly, letting out a tired sigh afterwards.

"Sure was, sweetheart." Eddie replies, pressing a searing kiss of admiration to your exposed neck. He got a little overeager opening up your shirt, the top button has come a little loose. Nothing a little sewing can't fix.

You check your watch, noticing you only have a couple minutes left of your break. You tap Eddie's arm, needing him to pull out. "We gotta get back, Eds." You say, though you don't necessarily want to leave this spot.

"Whatever you say, boss." He quips, lifting himself off of you. He gently puts his hands on your waist, and slowly slides his dick out of your spent cunt. You whine quietly at the loss, your mixed release running down your thigh. "Lemme clean you up, princess." He says, going over to the open case of napkins. He takes a couple from the box, quickly coming back to you to wipe the cum away before it drips onto your pants that are gathered around your ankles.

"Thank you, love." You say in appreciation. You stand upright, pulling your slacks and panties back over your lower half. Eddie puts himself away, adjusting awkwardly as he hasn't gone soft just yet. He puts his arms around your middle, giving you a few more kisses on your throat. You sigh, tilting your head to the side to give him better access. You can't resist his sweet charms whenever they come out to play. They're so addictive, sending your heart aflutter like a hummingbird. But as much as you'd like the inevitable round two that will surely come from this heated moment, you really need to get back to work. "Baby, c'mon. We gotta go." You protest breathlessly, which tells him that you don't really mean it.

"You really want me to stop, angel?" He asks, his breath fanning against your skin. He bites down on you a second later, worrying your flesh to leave a deep purple hickey in his wake. You moan at the sensation, seriously weighing your options for a second. It would be so easy to keep the good times rolling, to squeeze as much delightful pleasure out of today as you possibly can. But you have a decent amount of work to do before the day is over, and you'd hate to get caught in here after being gone so long.

"You know damn well that I don't, Eddie. But we can't stay here all day, as much as I'd love to." You say in a frustrated tone. The idea of returning to schedules and inventory sheets when you have this gorgeous man worshiping you makes you want to scream. "Pick this up later?" You offer as he stops marking your neck.

"I guess." He whines, pulling away from you. He pouts at you to hide his smile, crossing his arms.

"Ugh, you're such a brat sometimes." You laugh, rolling your eyes at his goofiness.

"Only for you, babydoll." He smirks when you turn to face him.

"You're lucky I think it's cute." You button up your blouse again, and give Eddie a brief kiss before you both leave the closet. He playfully smacks your ass when you walk past him, drawing a small yelp from you. "Don't push your luck, Eds." You warn, continuing your journey to the back office to fill out some papers.

"Sorry, princess. I'll behave." Eddie answers, fear of losing his chance to play with you later staining his voice.

"Good boy." You say with a grin, effectively dismissing him to return to concessions for the rest of the shift. Only four hours left, and then you can take him home and have your way with him. You're definitely gonna need it if you're going to sit through Murray grilling you about Tommy all night.

"Alright, that was great. Let's take a little break, and then we'll go over it again." Murray says as you finish practicing the defense cross-examination for the third time. You've been at this for a couple hours, with Bauman grilling you with semi-invasive questions. He sure knows how to lay on the sleaze, getting you to understand what you're really up against. Tommy's legal team won't pull any punches, they're gonna go right for the jugular to make you emotional, or get you to misspeak. There is no room for error, as it's unfortunately their job to get the jury to believe that you deserve everything Tommy has done to you.

"Okay." You say with a soft sigh. You feel a couple tears trickling down your face, though you've managed to keep them in until you were finished answering the practice questions.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, taking hold of your hand as he sits beside you on the couch. You would be seated in his lap, but Murray insisted that you need to focus. You suppose he's right, Eddie's touches can be a bit...distracting.

"Yeah." You nod, exhaling shakily. You wipe your eyes, and take a deep breath.

"Alright. Lemme get you some water, 'kay?" He offers, getting to his feet.

"Thanks, Eds." You give him a weak smile, trying to ignore the pounding pain inside your head. The loss of sleep is definitely catching up to you, despite Eddie's best efforts to make you feel better today. Things were really going well, storage closet sex and all. But the second Murray walked through your doorway for the second time, the mood quickly shifted. It's heavy, suffocating. It's like a dense fog has settled inside your chest.

"Here ya go, baby." He coos when he returns with an ice cold glass. You happily take it, and he extends his other hand. He opens his palm, revealing two Tylenol inside it. "These, too." He smiles kindly at you, he can tell your head is starting to hurt. He always knows exactly what your needs are, even when you try to hide them.

"Thanks." You take the pills from his hand, popping them into your mouth. You gulp half the glass to wash them down.

"You need anything else, Y/N?" He asks sweetly, sitting back down. He scoots himself a little closer, putting his arm around your shoulders.

"No, love. I appreciate it. You're always so sweet." You reply, setting your cup down on the coffee table and leaning closer to him.

"Only for you, princess." He says lowly, resisting the urge to kiss your neck. He's already in the doghouse with Murray from his poor impression yesterday. And he's gleaned that the man is not one for PDA from that interaction.

You can hear the subtle need in his voice, the light rasp in his tone. It's not a selfish need, either. You can definitely tell the difference between him wanting pleasure for himself, and when he just wants to please you. He's already been so giving today, you'd hate to get greedy. But the way his words brush warmth against your flesh like slick oil paint, you find yourself having a hard time protesting his want. "How long until we go through it all again, Murray?" You ask subtly, holding off on biting your lip and bobbing your knee.

"Uh, just a few minutes. Not nearly enough time for what loverboy over there is asking for." Murray answers, smashing your pretense away like a frail mirror.

"Whatever, man. I need a smoke." Eddie scoffs at the man's lack of discretion. He doesn't like being read so easily, especially by a stranger. It's honestly freaking him out, as well as pissing him off. He gets off the couch, storming off for the door and leaving you behind. He opens it, stepping out into the humid afternoon, and shuts it just a bit too hard.

"Was that really necessary, Murray?" You ask, leaning back against the couch while crossing your arms.

"Pardon me if I don't want to hear you two...canoodling while I'm within the confines of your home, Y/N. Besides, I can tell you've gotten plenty of action today already. Could see it the second I walked in the door." He answers, as if it's the most normal thing in the world to say to you.

"You're a pig." You spit back. This man may be your lawyer, but he has no right to talk to you like this.

"Oh, spare me! I've been called far worse, sweet-cheeks!" He exclaims. "Look, I get that you two love each other. It's sweet, really. To have someone always be there for you is a precious thing. But you're clinging to him, as he is to you." Murray continues in a sarcastic-sweet tone, reading your relationship like an open book. "Under normal circumstances, that wouldn't necessarily be a problem. But because you two have gone through so much, and will continue to do so for the foreseeable future, you haven't had a chance to level out yet. I take it you two barely spend a decent amount of time apart, right?" He asks, but his expression tells you he already knows what your answer is.

"I mean, I guess." You answer shyly, shrugging your shoulders. You pick at your nail beds, avoiding the man's gaze.

"Right. You go to each other for constant comfort. You both depend on the other being there one-hundred percent of the time. And I'm telling you right now, two things will happen if you keep up like this. One, you're going to royally fuck up this trial. And two, your relationship is going to fizzle out when it doesn't need to." He finishes, dipping his head down to give you a serious look. "You're a smart girl, Y/N. You know I'm not wrong." Your pupils flick to his, and you hate to admit it, but he's right. You honestly cannot think of a night in the last couple weeks where you slept in your separate beds. And you certainly can't recall a single day in your entire relationship where you went without seeing one another at all.

"I guess you could be right." You reply, which makes him smirk. But you keep talking. Regardless of how right he is, there needs to be some boundaries here. "But you don't have to be so rude to Eddie, either. He hasn't done anything to you, and he is also your client. He's sweet, and kind, and he takes care of me. I appreciate your help and everything, but I'd like it if you wouldn't make so many remarks towards him." You sit up straight, showing him that you're also quite serious.

"Fair enough. I'll quit disparaging your little Casanova, and you two are gonna learn to live separated from the hip. Deal?"

"Deal. I'll go talk to him." You say, giving him an agreeable nod. You go outside to find Eddie leaned against the house with a smoke between his lips. "You okay, Eds?" You ask, going over to him. He fishes out a cig for you, and you gratefully accept it.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He sighs, flicking the lighter for you. You lean into the flame to start the burn, inhaling a large dose of nicotine. "He just...bugs the hell outta me. Ya know?" He says in annoyance, scrunching his face slightly.

"I know, baby. But we had a little talk, and we've come to an agreement. He said he'll stop being so rude, if we...distance ourselves a little bit." You end slowly, knowing Eddie's going to have a hard time accepting this idea.

"What?" He asks accusingly. He's ready to fight that bald fucker at this point. Who does he think he is, putting that kind of idea in your head?

"He said that we cling to each other too much. Mostly because we've been through so much together. And I think he's right." You speak cautiously, trying not to start a fight.

"So, what does that mean?" He questions in a bratty tone. He doesn't like this one bit. He loves you, he needs you. Does this mean you don't feel the same?

"It just means that we need to breathe. Like, sleep in our own beds half the time. And be comfortable being apart for a day, or more." His eyes widen at your words, it feels like his entire world is ending. You take his free hand with your own, gazing into his eyes. "Eddie, I love you more than anything in the world, okay? But Murray is right. We're holding on to each other so tight, we'll eventually suffocate ourselves. This doesn't mean we're over, far from it. We need to do this to keep us together, and in order to win the trial." You put yourself directly in front of him, bringing your lips to his to give him a loving kiss.

He resists at first, wanting to reject this idea, to tell Murray he's full of shit. But hearing the way you've put it, he knows you're right. He doesn't want to lose you, or jeopardize a victory in court. So, he'll do everything he can to keep those things from happening. Even if he hates it. He melts into you, moving his mouth languidly against yours. You slip your tongue into his mouth, and he quickly picks up the pace. He lets go of your hand to cradle your head, keeping you close. "Mmm." He hums against you.

"Are we all set to go?" Murray says as he comes outside to retrieve you. He realizes what you two are doing, loudly clearing his throat. You freeze up for a moment, before pulling away.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry." You blush, backing further away from Eddie to distance yourself.

"It's alright. I didn't expect an immediate change." Murray replies kindly, heading back into the house. You follow behind him, with Eddie trailing along as well after tossing your cigs away. You take your seats on the couch again, and Murray sits in his chair and picks up his papers. "Okay. Let's start again."

"Alright." You sigh, not really wanting to do this again. But you aren't ready yet, far from it. You need to run these questions like drills, repeating them over and over until you know them all by heart. It's like studying for a test, and Murray is your flashcards. You know you can do this, and it'll all be worth it in the end. Eventually, you'll be able to answer these questions succinctly, and without feeling like you want to cry every five seconds. You've got this.

You cycle through the questions, not missing a beat when you answer them. One after another, you knock them down like pins at the end of a bowling lane. There's no more tears this time, during this round or afterwards. You're getting the hang of it, though the questions themselves still infuriate you on the inside. But that's to be expected. "That was great. I think we've made a lot of progress today. We should have it nailed down tomorrow, and then we can start on you, Eddie." Murray says, packing up for the night.

"Cool." Eddie replies flatly, still somewhat sulking from your little talk earlier.

"I hope you'll have a better attitude than that, kid. Acting like a jackass will get you nowhere in a courtroom." Murray warns while looking down at his papers.

You can see Eddie's about to blow up at him, so you put a hand on his arm to calm him down. His gaze snaps to you, anger flashing in his eyes. "Eddie, please. You can't be so quick to get mad like this. How do you expect to get on the stand and answer Tommy's lawyer's questions, if you're already so bothered by our own lawyer trying to help you?" You find yourself conflicted in your feelings. You understand why Eddie's so resistant to all of this. But he's going to fuck it up for both of you if he doesn't cool off. You take his hands in yours now, scooting closer to him. "Baby, I love you. But I need you to try to calm down, and think rationally about this." You give him the kindest look imaginable, hoping your gentleness will put out the flames of rage he's stoking.

"I'll try." He says with a sigh, unable to defy you. He’s aware how important this is, especially to you. You need him on his best behavior. Better than his best behavior, if one's being honest. It's going to be a challenge for him, he's always been a bit of a hot-head. But he'll put in the work, for you.

"I appreciate it, love." You give him a small smile, and he attempts to return it. But it falls away as quickly as it came.

"Well, I'm gonna head out for the night. I'll see you both tomorrow." Murray says, promptly getting up to leave. He lets himself out the front door, taking some of the negative energy with him. Things are still a bit tense, though. And you're not really sure how to diffuse it, as it's mainly radiating out of your boyfriend now.

"So, what should we do now?" You ask. There's still a couple hours left of the night before you should get to bed. You could watch a movie, or go for a short drive...or just simmer in silence.

"I think I'm gonna go home." Eddie answers, standing up from the couch. The loss of his weight on the cushion beside you sends an anxious pang through your chest. You somehow feel like you've done something wrong. Or that he's mad at you. You can't tell, you can't exactly read him as he walks down the hall to your room. Probably to retrieve his things. You apprehensively get up to follow him, walking on eggshells until you reach your bedroom.

"I'm sorry." You say weakly as you lean in the doorway. Eddie's packing his things in his bag, ignoring Arwen as she weaves between his legs. She meows at him for love and attention, but none comes.

"For what?" He asks flatly, tossing his pajamas into his duffle bag. He doesn't look at you, zipping the bag closed after his question.

"I...I don't know. I feel like you're mad at me." You answer honestly.

"I'm not." He says, putting his bag over his shoulder. He finally looks at you, and he forces his expression to soften. He sighs when he sees you nervously biting your lip, coming over to you. "Sweetheart, I promise I'm not mad at you, alright? I just...this is all a pretty big adjustment. I don't want to sleep in my bed without you. I don't want to answer Murray's stupid questions over and over. I honestly don't want to do any of this shit. I will still do all of these things anyway, because I love you. But it isn't exactly easy for me." He doesn't hold back, telling you precisely how he feels about all of this. You appreciate the honesty, but you hate to see him so upset about it. Maybe you're asking too much.

"Okay." You nod, heat building behind your eyes. Your mouth twitches to the side, the little thing you do to stop yourself from crying. Eddie notices it immediately, and drops his bag down for a second.

"Angel, c'mere." He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around you. You nuzzle into his neck while grabbing onto him, and the tears come flooding down.

"I don't want you to go." You weep, though it's a bit muffled.

"I don't want to either, Y/N. But you're right, we have to be able to do this. We're not kids anymore, we haven't been for a while. It's just one night. But it's gonna be fine, we'll see each other tomorrow." He replies, giving you a warm squeeze. He clamps his eyes shut, not wanting to let you go. This is too hard. How is he supposed to sleep without you by his side?

"It just sucks." You say through a hiccuping breath.

"I know it does, princess." He keeps holding you close, delaying the inevitable. At some point here you're going to have to say goodbye. It seems so silly, this shouldn't be so hard for you. When you're so used to seeing one another almost every second of every day, it's difficult to change habits. It's hard to let go a little, to spend time away. But it's what's needed, and probably has been needed for a long time. Because now you're so dependent on being together all the time, that it's painful to do such a normal, adult thing. It'll be quite a challenge for you, but you know your love will be even stronger for it. "It's time for me to go, babydoll." He says after a long period of silence.

"I know." You reply, still trying to tame your tears. You slowly pull away, and your arms cross over yourself as an odd way to still feel like you're being held. Eddie picks up his bag, and you quietly walk him to the door. Your throat and chest ache, and more trickles of salty water flow down your cheeks. He opens the door, and you both stand between it and the outside for a second.

"I love you, Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" He says softly, his eyes glassy and red.

"I love you too, Eddie." You stutter out the words, fighting with yourself to keep from breaking down again. Why is this so hard? It's not like he's going away forever. He leans in to give you a kiss goodnight, and you hungrily take it. He even slips his tongue in your mouth, in an attempt to leave a piece of himself with you. He backs away far too soon, and you can feel the hesitation in him removing his lips from yours.

"It'll be okay." He cups your cheek, planting another quick kiss on your forehead. Your eyes fall closed at his warmth, forcing more tears out. "Goodnight, sweetheart." He whispers, turning to head out to his van.

"'Night." You say as a lump forms in your throat, closing the door quickly before he can hear you lose control. You lean against the barrier between you, sobbing as you hear the driver's side door open and shut, and the engine turning over. You listen to him pull out of the driveway, and roll down the road. You slide downward to the floor, curling up into yourself. You hate this, you can feel him getting further and further away by the second. Your body is acting like the entire world is crumbling, falling into the abyss and taking you with it.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Mom asks when she comes out to the living room. She finds you on the floor, crying loud and hard as you hold your knees into your chest. You don't say anything, she'll just think you're being childish. Hell, you know that's how you're acting right now. But you can't help it. Eddie is your everything, the first real man in your life that makes you not so lost in this big crazy world. "Sugarpuff? What is it? Is it Eddie?" She asks in concern, coming over to sit on the floor with you. You nod against your knees, still unable to speak. "Did you have a fight? Or break up?" She continues. You shake your head no, but you don't want to have to explain your immature feelings to her. "Then what's wrong? You can tell me, sweetie. You know I'm here for you." She puts a hand on your back, stroking you gently over your shirt.

"It's stupid." You mumble, shaking your head again. You just want to be left alone until you pry yourself off the floor and crawl into your cold bed.

"Y/N, I'm sure it's not. You're no dummy. So, come on. Tell mama what's wrong." She carefully pulls your cocooned body open, bringing your upper half towards her. She leans you against her chest, allowing you to tell her everything without meeting her eyes.

"It's just...Murray said me and Eddie cling to each other too much. He said it could mess up the trial, and hurt our relationship. And I know he's right. So we're going to try sleeping in our own beds alone for a while, and not spend every single day together." You pause to gather yourself. "And I know it shouldn't be so hard. But I hate being without him, Mom. I just love him so much, it hurts to be apart." You explain tearfully, hiccuping through your words.

"I understand, sugarpuff. Your father and I were like that in the beginning. We couldn't go without seeing each other for more than an hour!" She says with a nostalgic laugh. "It's just what young people in love go through. You fall for someone, you want to be with them every second of every day. But at a certain point, there comes a time where you both need space every once in a while. Being together all the time makes you sick of each other after so long. That's what happened to us, I'm afraid." She says solemnly.

"I know. I just hate this. I get that it's the normal, healthy thing to do. But it's gonna take a while to stop hurting so much." You sniffle, wiping your eyes as the tears finally start to dry up.

"And that's okay, sugarpuff. It's an adjustment, and I wouldn't expect either of you to be happy about it. It'll be better for your relationship in the long run. I promise." She speaks comfortingly, placing a kiss on top of your head. "I love you, kiddo."

"I love you too, Mom. Thanks for not making me feel stupid." A smile forms on your face, you're so lucky to have your mom. She's always here for you no matter what, and you're eternally grateful for that. "I should get to bed, I've got work in the morning." You say, and the two of you get off the floor together.

"That sounds like a good idea. Goodnight, sugarpuff." She gives you a brief hug, not wanting to suffocate you with her love.

"’Night, Mom." You go back down the hall to your room, swallowing another lump that pops up at Eddie’s absence. "It's gonna be fine." You reassure yourself, closing the door and removing your clothes. You put on Eddie's Hellfire shirt, a pitiful substitute for the real thing. You flick off the light switch and crawl under the covers. Arwen hops up and pads over to you, before curling up at your side. "Hey, little one. I'm sorry daddy didn't say goodbye to you. But I'm sure he'll give you extra cuddles tomorrow to make up for it." You say sweetly to her, but all it does is remind you that Eddie isn't here right now. You let the tears fall, but you keep your body still and calm. It's the only way you're going to be able to truly rest.

You stroke Arwen's soft fur, soothing yourself with her warm purrs. You wonder if she feels the emptiness too. She's a smart cat, so she probably does. She moves closer towards your face, even going so far as to lick a couple of your tears away. Her sandpaper tongue scrapes against your cheek, making you giggle. She's such a sweet little thing, and so in tune with you and Eddie. You slowly cease your petting, and slip your hand beneath the blanket. You close your eyes, and wait for sleep to take you into its welcoming embrace.

Unfortunately for you, your worst fear about this new arrangement is coming to fruition. You cannot sleep. You don't feel even remotely tired. Your safety net is gone, your comfort, your love. He's miles away, no doubt laying restless in his own bed. You gaze out of the window, finding the big bright moon staring back at you. Its face appears rather downturned tonight, sharing in your sorrow. You're about to squeeze your eyes shut and force yourself to sleep, when you hear the phone ringing in the living room. Eddie.

You dash out of bed, running as quietly down the hall as you can. You don't want to disturb Mom or Dustin, but you long to hear Eddie's voice more than anything in the world. You snatch the phone up on the final ring, breathing heavily into the headset. "Y/N?" You hear Eddie ask oddly.

"Yeah. Sorry...out of breath." You pant, begging your heart to stop pounding.

"That desperate to hear my voice, huh?" He asks with a chuckle.

"Hey! You're the one that called me in the middle of the night!" You retort, unable to hold back a giggle.

"Oh, it's hardly 'the middle of the night', Y/N. It's what, eleven-thirty?" He pauses, before speaking again. "I miss you." He says softly.

"I miss you too, my prince." You reply, sitting down in the chair by the phone.

"It's taking everything in me not to drive over there right now." He admits, feeling rather silly for wanting such a thing.

"I know, Eds. We're probably still feeding the habit by having this call." You observe, wondering if you should've just let the phone ring.

"Yeah...I just couldn't help myself. And I can't sleep. I had to hear your beautiful voice." He says, somewhat ashamed for giving in to his need for you so easily.

"I can't sleep either. Tomorrow is gonna be hell." You whine. You just know you're gonna be kicking yourself for staying up so late.

"You can say that again, sweetheart. But I should let you go, or else I'll talk to you until the sun comes up." He jokes, drawing a small laugh from both of you.

"Okay. Goodnight, my love." You say, feeling a lot better after this small conversation. It's a reminder that you aren't alone in this, that everything is going to be fine. Eddie loves you, and cares for you, and you're both on the same page as always. You're even starting to feel a little sleepy, having found some comfort from hearing his voice again.

"Goodnight, princess. Sleep well." He says, fighting off a yawn afterwards. You hang up the phone, and go back to your bed. Your steps feel heavy, and you're actually happy to be snuggled up under your covers. You give Arwen one last little pat, and take the trip to dreamland shortly afterwards.

You spend the entire night dreaming about Eddie, doing all the things you love to do together. Driving around town, cigarettes in hand as you sing along to the blasting stereo. Cuddling on your couch, watching one of your favorite movies. Making out halfway through said movie since you can't keep your hands off each other. But most of all, you find your dream self in bed with him. Kissing, touching, fucking...with a symphony of moans and whimpers to really bring it to life. It feels so real, and pleasurable sensations roll over your body while you sleep.

Dream Eddie clings to you while he grinds his hips against yours, digging his cock deeper and deeper into your pussy. You're dripping with sweat, letting out beautifully vulgar noises between starving kisses. Your nails claw into his back, needing to keep him as close to you as possible. You beg him not to stop, telling him just how good he feels inside you. He promises to never stop fucking you, to make you cum again and again until you can't take it anymore. He nibbles on your neck, and grips your thighs firmly to keep you in place. He uses the perfect speed and rhythm, and full range of motion to hit your g-spot at all the right angles. You cry out his name as your high takes you over, the pleasure so lifelike that your panties become soaked as you lay unconscious in your bed.

Friday, July 28th, 1989

You go into work the next morning, hoping to find Eddie in the breakroom before you start your shift. You put your purse inside your shared locker, and feel two large hands slipping over your waist from behind you. "Happy five month anniversary, angel." Eddie hums as he presses a smoldering kiss to your neck. You instantly melt at his touch, tilting your head to the side to let him in further.

"Mmm, you remembered." You smirk. His lips on your throat remind you of your dream last night, and the evidence of arousal you found between your legs this morning.

"Of course, baby. How could I forget?" He rasps, nipping your neck a little harder than usual. You moan quietly at the sting, pressing yourself backwards into him. He groans against you, his hands squeezing your hips hungrily. "You wanna meet me in the storage room at lunch to get your present?" He asks, unable to hide his excitement. His pants appear to be doing a poor job of that as well.

"It's a date, Eds. I was dreaming about you...all night. I woke up absolutely soaked." You tease him with your words, pulling away once you hear Mr. Biggs' heavy footsteps approaching. Eddie's breath hitches at your filthy admission, which he quickly disguises as a cough once your boss walks in.

"Morning, you two. How's the preparation for the trial going?" Biggs asks cordially.

"Oh, um...it's g-going great!" You struggle to string the words together, Eddie's hand has managed to slip behind your back to grab a hearty handful of your ass. You try to pass off your yelp of surprise as enthusiasm about your preparedness for the trial. Biggs curls an eyebrow at you curiously, before dismissing your somewhat odd behavior as stress-related.

"Wonderful. I look forward to testifying for your side. Do you have the inventory finished for me?" He asks, moving the subject to work now.

"Almost, I just need a recount on the popcorn buckets." You reply, going to the desk in the office to retrieve your clipboard.

"Excellent. I'll be here when you're finished. I've got some special tasks for you today." Biggs says, effectively dismissing you until later.

"Sounds great." You smile, leaving the room with Eddie close behind.

"Well, looks like you've got a long day ahead of you, boss. I'll see you at lunch?" Eddie says, leaning in to give you a quick peck on the lips.

"I'm looking forward to it, love." You give him a ravenous look, biting your lip slightly to let him know you'll be counting down the minutes until noon. His eyes bug a little at your expression, and he realizes that he's gonna be hard all goddamn day because of you.

You both go your separate ways, doing your damndest to stay on task until the time is right. It is a little difficult, as you catch one another's eye many times throughout your shift. Every time your pupils meet, it sends a flare of lust through your bodies. It takes everything in you not to run to each other and rip your clothes off in the middle of the lobby. You get a short reprieve when Eddie goes to the ticket booth, able to half-focus now. You fill out some paperwork in the office, working overtime to resist rubbing your thighs together in your chair. You just can't stop picturing Eddie in all your favorite positions, his face buried between your thighs, in particular.

You check your watch, finding that the time has finally come. You put your work aside for now, practically hopping out of your chair to go meet your boyfriend in the closet. You check to make sure no one is watching once you reach the door, and carefully slip inside. The light is off, which you assume means Eddie hasn't shown up yet. You suddenly hear the lock on the door click closed, and Eddie's lips attacking your neck from behind again. "You ready for your present, angel?" He asks darkly, his hand reaching around to undo the buttons on your blouse.

"Mm, yes. Do you mind turning the light on? I wanna see your gorgeous face while you fuck my brains out." You suggest, though this groping in the dark is pretty sexy.

"Anything for you, baby." He reaches back with one hand to flick the switch, and the dim overhead light comes on. He then reaches in his back pocket, retrieving a slender, rectangular box. He brings it into your view, presenting it on his palm. "For you." He says simply, waiting for you to open it.

"Oh, Eddie. You shouldn't have! I didn't get you anything." You say, half guilty, half excited. You'd previously agreed to no gifts besides sex, five months isn't exactly the most exciting milestone in a relationship.

"Being with you is more than enough for me, Y/N. Besides, I love to spoil my favorite girl." He coos, giving your throat another sizzling kiss. You decide to stop wasting time and open your present. You pull the black ribbon loose, and lift the lid to reveal what's inside. You gingerly pull open the red tissue paper, finding a stiff, silver vibrator nestled in it. "What do you think?" He asks.

"You're a dirty little fucker sometimes." You say with a laugh. You turn around to face him. "But I love it, Eds." You give him a warm kiss, which quickly turns into your tongues battling for dominance. He resumes his task of opening your shirt, leaving the last couple buttons fastened once your tits are exposed. He grabs the mounds of them roughly, massaging them in his huge hands.

"I'm glad you like it, baby. I figure you can use it whenever you miss me...or I can use it on you when we're together." He says as you break away.

"I'll definitely put it to good use, love. But right now, I just want you." You set the box down to pull his head closer to kiss him hard, and you clumsily reach for his belt to unbuckle it. You pull the leather through the loops in his slacks, unfastening the metal piece in the middle of the buckle from its set notch. The ends of the belt hang slack, letting you slide his zipper down its track. Your mouths work furiously against each other, desperate moans slipping through the cracks. You ferociously yank his pants and boxers down his thighs. His stiff cock slaps against his stomach, and you quickly take hold of it as he continues to kiss you and grope your chest.

"Fuck, baby." He groans, enamored by your hollowed fist stroking him.

"Mmm, yes, please." You joke. Eddie reaches for your own pants now, undoing the button and zipper just as easily. He pulls them down for you, along with your panties. He slips a hand between your legs, smearing the slick that's already gathered around your pussy. "Eddie." You whine as he rubs his middle finger around your clit. He pushes two digits inside of you, and proceeds to rapidly curl them. "I need you, baby. Right now...I-I can't wait." Intense need stains your voice, an orgasm growing alarmingly fast inside your belly.

"Don't have to tell me twice, angel. How do you want me?" He asks through groans and gasps. He wants you just as badly, anxious to feel your hot, wet cunt hugging him so damn tight.

"C'mere." You lead him backwards, both of you still riling each other up. You almost knock a stack of boxes along the way, but you have a set destination in mind. You stroke faster on Eddie's dick once your back meets the wall. He takes his fingers out of you, bringing them to his lips to suck them dry.

"Mmm, so sweet." He moans at the taste, gazing deep into your eyes. It distracts you both for a moment, but you quickly return to the task at hand. "Put your pants around your ankles, baby." He instructs. You do as he asks, and he gently nudges your feet apart with his foot. He then ducks down underneath you, looping himself between your legs before standing upright. He picks you up, grasping your thighs. You take the hint and put your bound ankles against his back to keep him close. You both gaze between your bodies to watch as Eddie takes hold of his dick, giving it a couple needy strokes. He groans, and a drip of his precum falls from his cockhead to the floor. He brings his tip to your slick folds, teasing your both for a moment by dragging it back and forth. "God, you're drenched baby. You been thinkin' about me all day?" He asks, looking up to meet your eyes. He slips inside you as he waits for your answer.

"Oh, god." You gasp, gripping his shoulders tightly as he fills you up. You gulp in a breath, before answering his question. "Yes, I kept seeing you inside my head. You were doing all my favorite things." You say dizzily. He's barely done anything yet, and you're already falling apart.

"And what things would those be?" He questions lowly, smirking at you. He slowly pulls his length back, almost falling out, then slams back into your soaked pussy. You both groan loudly at the sensation, your eyes rolling back into your skulls for a moment.

"Kissing me...everywhere." You reply as Eddie sets a steady pace. His eyes are locked onto yours, enjoying the retelling of your vulgar daydreaming. "My lips, my tits, my pussy. Your mouth is so soft...and warm. I love the way it feels against my skin." You consistently moan as you speak, turning the pleasure dial to an eleven with every syllable.

"What else?" He wants you to continue, to tell him all the nasty things that cross your mind about him. He continues to thrust into you, taking his time to build you up.

"I thought about your hands, particularly your fingers, rubbing my clit, or pushing inside me. They're so long, and big...and they always make me so wet, love." You continue to give him all the dirty details, drawing aroused groans from him as you talk. "Mm, I love your noises, too. I can't get enough of knowing just how crazy I make you." He picks up the pace a little, increasing your pleasure even more. His pelvis slaps upwards against your ass, the sound reverberating in your ears. "Fuck." You mutter under your breath.

"Tell me more, Y/N. Please, I wanna hear all the slutty little things inside your head." He insists, almost begging. His hands grip harder on your thighs, and he's steadily pounding you into the wall.

"More than anything else, I was thinking about this...having your dick inside of me. You're the fuckin' perfect size, you always reach all the right places." You moan, growing closer to your high. You're sweating through your shirt, and you and Eddie are breathing so heavily in each other's faces. It's boiling hot in here, setting your bodies on fire.

"More, sweetheart." He huffs, shoving his face into your chest. He nips and sucks your cleavage, wanting to mark you with as many love bites as possible. He wants you to have something to look at when you're not with him, and remember that you belong to each other. But how could you ever possibly forget?

"I-I thought about riding you, with you clinging to me as you sit against the headboard...fuck." You describe the scene inside your mind for him.

"More." He commands desperately, the single word coming out muffled.

"I thought about you fucking me from behind, laying your body over mine...w-with your hand squeezing my throat." It takes everything in you to get the words out, watching Eddie ravenously devour your chest is certainly a sight to see. His dampened hair flicking about in its ponytail, the glimpses you catch of his plush lips and nibbling teeth coming into contact with your tits. It's like he's trying to worship and consume you all at the same time. And it's so fucking hot.

"I need more, angel...please." He begs with a whimper, letting you know he's getting close. And your rapid gasping and endless stream of expletives and moans tells him you're on the same path to bliss.

"Fuck me harder, Eds. And I'll tell you everything." You answer, your final syllable extending into a whine. He thrusts his hips faster, throwing as much of his weight upwards into you as he possibly can. "Oh, god! That's perfect, baby...such a good boy for me..." You praise, drawing his lust-blown eyes to you. He stops attacking your chest, focusing on listening to everything you say. He wants to hear it all, every possible thing you think and feel about him. And the loving, intense look in his eyes leaves you unable to hide a single bit of it from him. It reminds you of the first time you said 'I love you'. The daring stare into one another's pupils, challenging the other to chicken out. But you've got your claws dug so deep into each other, there's no conceivable way that will ever come to pass.

"C'mon, baby...j-just a little more. Tell me how much you love me." He pleads, shaky, sweaty breaths escaping him between words. He's an absolute mess for you, and you gladly reciprocate the carnal chaos.

"Someone's a needy little slut today." You tease, which only makes him drill faster into you. "Fuck! You're lucky I love it when you're rough with me." You smile as your orgasm quickly approaches. You cup his cheek in your hand, stroking his slightly stubbled flesh. "I love you more than anything in the world, baby. You're my first thought in the morning, and my last thought before I fall asleep. You're my everything, and I want to have you for the rest of my life. I want to marry you, and live with you, and build a home with you. I want it all, Eddie. Forever." You speak so emphatically, overwhelmed with emotion. He seems to feel it too, because he quickly presses his lips to yours. He forces his mouth to slow down, to show you just how much he understands and mutually reflects your devotion.

He continues to thrust with full force, his hips beginning the stutter. Your insides waver around him, and you sense your release threatening to roll over you any second now. You're so full of unyielding love and affection, practically bursting at the seams. You wrap your arms fully around his shoulders, pulling him even closer to you as you tenderly kiss. Your tongues dance passionately in a delicate tango, and your hearts ba-thump at meteoric speed. Eddie breaks away mere moments from reaching the end, needing to mirror your sentiment. "You took the words right outta my mouth, princess. I want forever with you, too. I love you...so much, Y/N." He gives you another hasty kiss, sealing your fates. Both in the sexual sense, as well as the life path you're traveling down together.

"Oh, god! Eddie!" You cry out, throwing your head back against the wall as your high takes you over. Your insides spasm around Eddie's dick, and you let out a long moan that must be loud enough to be heard in the lobby.

"Fuck." He manages to gasp out, his brow furrowing and mouth falling open as he falls over the edge himself. His hips buck clumsily, making you want to scream. You soak his cock like you always do, your juices spilling over him. His sticky load shoots into you to join the mix, and you both let out one final groan to signal the end of your little celebration. He keeps thrusting, but at a much slower speed now. Lazy, comfortable strokes that keep you close as you come back down to earth. "Happy anniversary, my love." He gives you an exhausted smile, still panting from all his effort.

"Happy anniversary, Eds. That was so perfect...we were perfect." You coo, giving him a peck of appreciation.

"Mm, I agree, sweetheart. I swear, we only get better every time." He swipes a damp strand of hair from your forehead, still making those sweet, gentle movements inside you. You really don't want to stop this, you two could stay in this position forever and ever. But you're no doubt over time for your break as it is, and Mr. Biggs will surely fire you if he catches you fucking on the job.

"We'd better get back, baby." You say regrettably. He nods, slowly pulling his still stiff length out of your cunt. A collective whine at the loss rings in the air, but this is far from the last time you'll have mind-blowing sex. You might even be able to get another round in after working with Murray tonight. You clean yourselves up a little, and put your clothes back on in their rightful places. "I'll see you later, okay? We can have dinner, and hang out for a bit after Murray leaves. How's that sound?" You offer, knowing he's still not keen on this whole 'separation' thing. Neither are you, far from it. But for both your sakes, you're going to make sure your relationship stands the test of time.

"Sounds perfect, Y/N. I'll see you in a bit." You exchange one last chaste kiss, and slip out of the closet individually to avoid being seen. You put your little present into your locker, and resume working like nothing happened. One thing is for sure, you absolutely cannot wait for round two.

To be continued...

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Spare me! - Part 2

You and Eddie have a crush on each other, but it takes Murray Bauman to make it embarrassingly clear.

✨ Part 1 ✨

Tropes: Eddie Munson x Henderson female reader, fluff, Murray exposing your feelings, forced proximity, a very soft Eddie.

Warnings: Mention and/or depiction of fighting and wounds, kissing, teeny-tiny diversion from the show’s timeline (this one’s more about the concept than the overall S4 plot😉).

Word count: 3.8k

Author’s notes: Here's part 2, kindly (and unexpectedly!) requested by an anon 🤍 I hope it makes as much sense as part 1 did - there were many types of dynamics that I could go for, but I let the inspiration flow and did my best! Hope you like it!

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When you open up your eyes again, it feels like you haven’t slept for more than ten minutes.

As your eyelids flicker open and you try to make sense of the shapes and shadows in the still pitch-dark guest room at Murray’s place, you catch a glimpse of a digital clock on a shelf across from the bed, whose green blinking leds reveal to you that it’s 7 am. Which means that those ten minutes of sleep have actually been 3 hours - not that it makes any relevant difference, anyways: you still feel like a bundle of exhaustion.

You attempt to move and stir your tired limbs under the blanket, but you soon realize two things. First, that the thrill of being on the run won’t let you rest any longer, so you give up on closing your eyes again as your mind starts coming out of its drowsy daze; second, that you actually cannot move.

Something is keeping you stuck, and at first you’re still too sleepy to make sense of what it is - however, as the sudden fluttering in your heart and the butterflies in your stomach are quick to remind you, it doesn’t take much for you to find out that it’s Eddie.

The memories of last night’s confession and kiss flood your mind, as you realize that your bodies are entangled in the same embrace that saw you fall asleep - his long legs twisted around yours, one of his arms slung over your chest with his hand placed on your waist, his warm skin against yours under the thick cotton of the sweatshirt you’re wearing. You can feel his other arm under your neck and his fingers buried deep in your hair. His face, instead, is nuzzled against your temple, his deep breaths regularly fanning over your forehead, paired with the soft sound of his light snoring.

You lie like that for a while, staring at the ceiling and just basking in happiness at the thought that just a few hours ago one of your most secret wishes magically turned into reality. It feels surreal to be this ecstatic in such a tragic time - with the Upside Down seeping back into Hawkins, a new monster on the hunt for your friends and the whole town looking for Eddie with (not so) metaphorical pitchforks. But you allow yourself a few more minutes of motionless bliss, feeling Eddie’s presence as it ignites every inner part of you with his sleepy touch.

When the clock flashes to 7:30 am, you decide that it’s best to get up and start getting ready to leave. You have time, sure, but you’ll need to walk for a while and even if Eddie has recovered a bit he won’t be as fast as he was before his close encounter with Jason’s crew.

With a reluctant sigh, you attempt to move a leg. You manage to untangle it from Eddie’s, so you try to wiggle out of his grasp with caution, unwilling to wake him up as he’ll need all the rest he can get. However, as soon as you start moving away from him, a low “mhm” escapes his lips as his arms softly tighten around your body, causing you to smile in the dark.

You go for a second attempt, but it proves to be an impossible task: Eddie grunts a bit louder and moves his head to bury it against your neck, taking a deep breath in before muttering something with a raspy voice.

“What was that?” You whisper, stroking his tangled hair away from his only exposed cheek, your fingers brushing against the polka dot bandaid you placed on him last night.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Eddie repeats, his lips tickling your skin as he speaks while his hand moves up your side in the gentlest caress ever.

“I’m getting up, Eddie” you reply, wishing with all your heart that you could stay in that bed forever. “I’m going to make breakfast for us and Murray, get our stuff and get ready to leave. But you can rest a bit more”.

Eddie hums, bringing you even closer to him as his eyes finally flutter open - you can’t see them, but you know they are because you can feel his eyelashes grazing your cheek.

“I’ve just managed to score the most perfect elvish princess in the whole of Middle Earth and she’s already leaving me” he mumbles, his lips smirking against your skin as he plants a soft kiss on your jaw. “It does really take a little to go from Eddie the Banished to Eddie the Forsaken”.

You chuckle, softly bumping him with your arm - he matches your laugh, but he cannot hide the hiss of pain that escapes him as your elbow meets his side.

“Shit, I’m sorry Eddie” you blurt out, fully turning your body towards him to gently stroke the spot you’ve just hit.

“It’s okay, sweetheart” he replies, nudging his nose against yours. “You could kiss me better, though”.

“God, you’re shameless” you breathe out as you go ahead and, indeed, kiss him. As your lips crash against Eddie’s, you feel every inch of your body light up like Christmas lights. The darkness of the room heightens your senses and you can feel him everywhere - his fingers sneaking under your shirt, his hair tickling your face, his chest breathing heavily under the palms of your hands, his teeth slightly pulling at your lower lip and your breaths mixing up and slowly turning into low moans. It’s a totalizing whirlwind of emotions, and you would die to tear every piece of clothing off of your bodies to feel him even closer - but more pressing matters come back to your mind and you find yourself eventually pulling away from him.

Eddie sighs deeply as he unwillingly loosens his embrace to let you sit up. “I wish we could stay like this all day” he whispers, nervously running one hand up his face and through his hair. “The thought of going out there again makes me feel like shit”.

You reach out to him in the dim light of the room, your fingers intertwining with his as the first faint sun rays start filtering through the thick blinds in the window. “Let’s make a deal” you propose. “As soon as we sort this Vecna thing out, you’re taking me out on a date. We can have dinner, if you want - there’s a nice Italian restaurant downtown that I’ve been wanting to try for a while. Or, we can have a milkshake at the diner. Your choice”.

Eddie’s grin is so bright that it outshines the sunrise seeping into the room.

“But,” you continue, matching his smile with a gentle curve of your lips, “in order to go to this date, we need you to be safe and alive. And with your name cleared, possibly”.

“Wouldn’t want the whole Hawkins police department to swarm Enzo’s while I’m pouring you some red wine and feeding you a breadstick, right?” Eddie jokes, the scenario he’s just described causing butterflies to make another appearance in your stomach.

“Yeah” you reply, leaning down to peck the tip of his nose before getting off the bed, “I might get offended if you leave me mid-date. Not very gentleman-like, to be honest”.

Eddie clutches his chest theatrically. “Y/n” he exclaims under his breath, “I would never”.

You manage to repress your laugh as you head towards the door. “I’ll take you up on that, then” you say, pointing a finger at him, “and don’t forget the flowers”.

As you place your hand on the doorknob, however, a feeling of discomfort suddenly hits you, making the playful confidence that you so naturally developed overnight with Eddie waver at the thought of what the consequences of this change in your relationship could bring.

It’s not that you are ashamed of being with Eddie - on the contrary, it feels otherworldly that he actually returns your feelings, and you can’t be happier at the thought of eventually letting your friends know about… whatever this is, or whatever this can turn into. But for a split second, you wonder if these feelings between the two of you could turn into a double-edged sword, hanging over your necks as long as Eddie’s a wanted man.

And just like that, it clicks. You realize that you’ve lived these past few hours into what is nothing but a frail bubble of happiness and renewed hope, hidden under the guise of Murray’s guest room, and that right outside that door and into the real world everything is going to be exactly as it was before you went to sleep. Moreover, you now fear that if anyone else found out about your feelings, they could use them as a weapon, or use you as bait, to hurt Eddie. And you really can’t and don’t want to let it happen.

“Uhm, Eddie?” You whisper, suddenly coming out of your train of thoughts.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He asks, making the mattress creak as he moves to get up as well, a hint of worry in his voice as he catches the change in your tone.

“Maybe you should wait a bit before coming in there” you slowly explain, “like, count to one hundred or something. I don’t know if Murray’s up already, but I think that it’s better if he doesn’t, uh… suspect anything, for now. And the others, as well. For our safety, of course” you’re quick to add with a reassuring smile as you notice his expression saddening a bit, “I think that we should be very careful about our next moves. Keep our cards close to ourselves, not giving anyone anything to hold over us until we’re sure you’re safe”.

Eddie nods slowly, scratching his temple. “Uh, yeah” he agrees, “It, uhm - it makes sense. So we should, like, pretend that everything is… the same, right?”

“I think so, yes” you reply, “until we figure out what’s next”.

Eddie sits back on the mattress with a sigh, making it creak under his weight. You wait for him to give you a sign that he’s ok and that he actually agrees, and the sign finally comes as one of his breathtaking smiles.

“I’ve never been that good at maths”, he finally states, his head tilted to the side as he speaks, “but I think I can count until one hundred”.

—♥︎—

“Good morning, y/n” Murray loudly exclaims as you make your way out of the guest room.

“Hello, Murray” you reply, a bit taken aback by his presence - and by the delicious smell invading your nostrils as you take a step into the living room. It’s coming from the kitchenette, where Murray is noisily fiddling around with a stained apron tied to his waist.

“Did you sleep well?” He very casually asks you, his eyes peering from behind his shoulders as he throws something (salt?) into a pan.

“Uhm, yes, thank you” you reply, taking a few steps towards him. “Can I help you with anything?”

“Yes. Will you grab the eggs in the fridge for me please?” He tells you, eyes back on the strips of bacon you’ve just found out he’s been cooking. “Thirty” he then adds, throwing a quick glance at his wristwatch.

You furrow your eyebrows at him as you open the fridge and grab a pack of eggs. “Sorry, what did you say?”

Murray blatantly ignores your question and, as you place the eggs on the counter beside him, he proceeds to nod to his right. “Could you also get the bread from the toaster as soon as it’s ready? You can find the plates in the cupboard - sixty��

You don’t know what is going on with him and why he’s saying random numbers out loud, but you decide to ignore him and proceed to set up the table.

“Ninety” Murray says, again, and the toaster dings revealing four slices of slightly overburnt bread. As you reach for them to put them on a plate, it finally makes sense - but it’s too late.

“One hundred!” Murray exclaims, turning around with a twist just as the guest room door opens to reveal an apparently still sleepy Eddie, back in his usual clothes.

You blush violently as Murray lays his victorious gaze on you. “Knew it” he exclaims with a grin, pointing a fork in your direction before proceeding to steal the plate with the toast from you and placing the sizzling bacon next to the bread.

“You could have chosen a less predictable number, though” he adds, turning back to the stove to crack the eggs in the pan.

Eddie looks at you inquisitively, not uttering a single word as you sigh heavily and head back into the guest room to get changed into your own clothes.

“Nothing better than a good serving of romantic denial in the morning” Murray chants as he scrambles the eggs. “Oh, you may want to take a look at that” he quickly adds, addressing Eddie and nodding towards an open copy of the Hawkins Post on the table.

Eddie sits down and starts flicking back through the pages until he reaches the front: the huge title, spelling “GOVERNMENT JOINS MURDERER SEARCH”, is very hard to miss, anyway.

“Fuck” Eddie hisses in desperation as he reads the article, “shit, shit, shit. I’m fucked” he exclaims, dropping the newspaper to bury his face into his hands.

“Don’t worry, kid” Murray chips in, turning to serve the eggs on the three plates on the table before plopping down on a chair himself, “if we made it out of a Russian secret laboratory alive after causing an explosion that tore down a whole shopping mall and a giant monster, you can make it through this” he says with a consoling tone, “at least you got the girl of your dreams, right?”

“He didn’t get anyone, Murray” you almost yell, emerging from the guest room with yesterday’s outfit back on - but, as soon as you notice the defeat in Eddie’s eyes, you worriedly rush to his side.

“Eddie, what’s wrong?” You ask him, placing a hand on the back of the chair where he’s sitting. He nods towards the newspaper and you grimace as soon as you read the title.

“We’ll fix this” you state, inadvertently moving your hand from the chair to his shoulder, squeezing it firmly. “We’ll contact doctor Owens, he’ll make this go away”.

“He was fired though, wasn’t he?” Murray interjects, his mouth full of eggs and bacon. You look at him with a death glare, eloquent enough to make him backtrack almost instantly. “But we’ll find a way, for sure” he quickly adds, stuffing a piece of toast in his mouth.

Eddie looks up at you, his brown puppy eyes half covered by his messy fringe. “You think you can do that?” He asks you, the lines in his face relaxing for a second.

“Yes, we can. He’ll know what to do” you reply, willing to give him even the tiniest sliver of hope, if that’s enough to keep him going. “But right now, you have to eat something. You’ll need all the strength you can get” you tell him, earning a tentative nod in response.

You sit at the table as well and start to nibble at the food - which is unexpectedly good. And it surprises you how it manages to bring you comfort, making you feel more energized and improving your mood already.

“Can you, uhm, pass me the orange juice?” Eddie asks you, nodding at the bottle to your right.

“Mh-mh” you mumble in response, avoiding his gaze as you hand the juice over to him across the table, Murray’s piercing gaze burning through you.

“Thanks, swee- uh, y/n” Eddie replies, his hand almost missing the bottle once he moves to grab it, as he, too, is avoiding looking in your general direction not to raise any suspicion. Of course, it doesn’t help that Murray’s eyes are studying your every movement, making the atmosphere so tense and embarrassing at the same time that you fear you might burst out into a laugh any second now.

Thankfully, the silence that follows makes it easier for you to stay serious. Now even Murray is back to focusing on his breakfast, so between one forkful and the other, you feel free to occasionally glimpse at Eddie - and you come to the conclusion that pretending that nothing between you two has happened is going to be way harder than you thought.

Just by glancing at him, you feel your neck and cheeks heating up. It doesn’t matter that he’s quite disheveled, with messy hair, dark circles around his eyes (one turning slightly yellow from the punch he received yesterday) and a crinkled Hellfire shirt. He looks unexpectedly and incredibly good, and not just because of the subtle beauty in his looks, which is always there - but also and especially because of how brave and resilient you know him to be.

You tell yourself that it’s not exactly the right time to think about this kind of things, but you can’t help your gaze from following the movements of his hands and fingers as they slightly drum the fork on the plate, and the way his nose scrunches up as a random thought travels through his mind. And just like that a thought (or better, a memory) travels through your mind, too - and suddenly you’re back in the guest room bed, with his hands all over you, and his mouth exploring yours-

“Dear god, y/n” Murray exclaims, tiny crumbles of bread flying as he slams a hand on the table, “Was it really that good?”

Realization dawns on you as you find out with horror that you’ve been staring into the void with a smile plastered on your lips, a piece of bacon hanging from your fork in mid-air.

You instantly look at Eddie, who is blushing slightly and has his eyes fixed on the last piece of toast on his plate. Hidden beneath the hair that’s falling around his face like a wavy curtain, his lips are curled in a small smirk.

“I, uh… I’ll start putting the dishes away, yeah?” You blurt out as you jump to your feet, purposefully looking at the clock above the fridge before grabbing your plate. “Then I think we should start moving”.

“As you wish” Murray agrees, “Just make sure to take your jaw as well - I think it’s fallen on the floor” he adds, snickering to himself as he follows your lead and gets up, heading towards the bathroom and locking himself in.

“Well, that’s a heeeell of a good start” Eddie observes, tilting his head to the side as he helps you pile the plates and collect the cutlery before placing everything in the sink. “Is he always like that?”

You sigh, already exhausted even if the day’s just started. “Yes, he is” you nod, leaning back on the counter, arms crossed on your chest. “But he’s just… Murray. So I guess that’s okay” you smile. He might be annoying sometimes, but Murray is someone you can always count on - so you’re definitely glad that he’s on your side, even with his unforgiving honesty.

Eddie takes a step towards you. He’s towering over you now, and he places a hand flat on your head, slightly ruffling your hair. “Soooo” he says, the lilt in his voice and the smirk on his lips making your heart skip a beat, “what were you thinking that made you smile like that?”.

“Don’t even try that, Munson. I’m not going to flatter you that easily” You reply as you swat his hand away, scoffing jokingly - but your fingers find themselves intertwined with Eddie’s, the metal of his rings hard against your skin.

Eddie lets out a small laugh. “Oh, sweetheart, if there’s one thing that you should know is that flattery wooorks with me” he says, pulling you closer. You get lost in his eyes for a second, then your gaze travels down to his lips…

The sound of the bathroom door unlocking makes you both jump away from each other.

“Alright, lady and gentleman. Time to go” Murray exclaims as he walks back into the living room, clapping his hands while his narrowed eyes scan your way too casual expressions. “The plane is not going to wait for me and I’m not going to miss my flight because of you two lovebirds. So, door’s that way - chop chop”.

“Murray” you sigh, “for the umpteenth time, we’re not-“

“Ah-ha!” Murray shushes you, putting his hands up with annoyance. “Don’t you dare, y/n. My poor old eyes have seen enough in twenty minutes to know that you’ve lovingly spent the night in each other’s arms, whispering sweet nothings and puckering your lips all the goddamn time. And as much as I find that way too cheesy, you know there’s nothing wrong with admitting that you’re so into each other you can’t even eat breakfast, right?” He blurts out. “I swear to god I don’t know what’s wrong with young people today. In my time, we preached free love and we had no problem saying we were sexually act-“

“OKAY” you interrupt him, not really wanting to know how that speech ends, “Okay, Murray, I got it. We got it” you say with a big fake smile, looking at Eddie for support. He, on his part, proceeds to hide his embarrassment with a cough and grabs his leather jacket and denim vest from the sofa, where they’ve been lying since last night.

“Aaaall ready to go” he then states, as calmly as if nothing weird has been said, before turning to Murray with his hand held out. “Thanks, man” he adds, “I owe you one”.

Murray shakes it with a sigh. “Mi casa es tu casa” he replies, “but now, please, leave”.

—♥︎—

The metal door of Murray’s warehouse closes behind you with a bang. In front of you, across from the empty street, the woods are waiting.

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for what’s to come.

“Ready?” You ask Eddie, turning your head to look up at him.

“It’s not like I have any other options” he says with a small smile, the light morning breeze making his hair waver as they brush on his shoulders. “But yes” he adds, his hand intertwining with yours and squeezing it softly. “I’m ready”.

You take a few careful steps, cross the road with a quick jog and disappear into the woods, hand in hand.

—♥︎—

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thebackseatofjimsblazer · 3 years ago

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You write for murray oh my gosh!!! I love that big weirdo man, could you maybe write some fluff for him x female reader (or gn!reader whatever floats your boat) I don't really have any plot in mind just him in all his weirdness being fluffy

Pairing: BFF!Murray x reader

Word count: 603

Rating: literally G dawg

Summary: You escape to Murray to chill out and he’s just being his goofy goober self.

A/N: i literally don’t now how to write fluff, im so sorry that its so short anon. Also, i didnt use any kind of pronouns or ”y/n”. Vv gender neutral tbh If you have requests, send them my way, i promise im so much better at writing than this lmaooo

You wanted to call Murray to give him a heads up before you left for his place, but he didn’t answer when you did. So, two hours into your drive, you had wondered if he’d even be there. But when you rang his doorbell, it was clear that he was.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” You ask, walking in and being met with open arms. Murray hugs you, letting the rubber band of stress finally release.

“I swear, they should make a screening for all calls. A way for me to know what you’re calling for before I answer… oh wait, that’s an answering machine,” He chuckles. “Anyways, what brings you here?” He leads the both of you further into his place. The comfort of no responsibility relaxes you, allowing the tension from your shoulders to disappear.

“I just needed a timeout from life… a-and my day to day craziness. I just needed a glass of vodka and some Murray time.” You smile. A wide grin pushes itself onto Murray’s face, reaching all the way to his eyes. It felt good to see him smile like that. To smile because he knew that the friendship the two of you had was meaningful for the both of you.

Four hours, two glasses of vodka each, and a whole roll of tinfoil later, the both of you were walking around his place like robots; tinfoil wrapped around your forearms, chests, and shins.

“Why did you talk me into using all of my tinfoil?” He asks, laughter billowing from his chest.

“Because, I didn’t bring any with me. Plus, you buy the super duty kind. What do people even use it for? Oh my God, Murray… Do you use the super duty foil to make tin hats?” You joke, letting a couple snorts of laughter escape your nose. Murray looks at you with his head tilting, arms dropping from the angles they were at it from his pretend robot persona.

“Ha… ha… ha… very funny. Of course I don’t use this to make tin hats,” he responds. You give him a look with your brow raised and hands perched on your hips before he continues, “I use melted down food strainers like the professionals.” This makes the both of you laugh, fits of giggles taking you over.

This… This is what you needed. What you sought Murray out after. You needed this humor from him so that you could be distracted from everything else in your life. Well, you needed his humor and one other thing.

“Hey Murray…” You draw out his name for the effect, tilting your head and moving closer to him. Murray sighed before interrupting you.

“You want risotto, don’t you?” He asked. You nod your head and clap your hands triumphantly as the two of you walked to the kitchen. “Unbelievable. Just when I think you’re here for my boyish good looks, you prove me wrong and take me for all I’m worth.” He jokes, bringing out all of the essentials to make his risotto.

This is exactly what you were looking for. This was better than anything in the world right now. When you go back to your life in Hawkins, you’ll have a new sense of happiness and memories of your favorite goofball. But for now, you focus on his jokes. On the way he gets you out of your shell. You focus on the way he helps you navigate your emotions. And you definitely focus on the way be pretends to fight off invisible enemies with his wooden spoon, risotto stuck to the end of it and all.

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suckerfordylansstuff · 5 years ago

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Hey :) Can you do a Steve x fem Henderson imagine where Murray outs their feelings for each other in front of everyone. Then they have a cute fluffy one on one moment??

Never Wrong

Notes: thank you for requesting something and I apologize if it's shit. It's my first time doing a request so I tried to make it as good as possible. It takes place in season 3 right when they start forming their final plan. Enjoy! 💕

P.S. English is not my native language, so please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes.

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As the party was explaining to you all that has been happening with eleven and the mindflayer, you where as close to Steve as you could be. You felt safe around him and after what you went through with the Russian bastards you couldn't leave his side.

To others it seemed like it was nothing, just two friends being there for one another, but for you it was everything. You weren't sure when you started to have feelings for Steve, but you were certain there was more when he was flirting with all those girls. You just felt so jealous and mad, but you never said anything. How could you? He clearly had no interest in his best friend's sister. In your mind he probably saw you as a sister too.

When Steve asked the group a question, your eyes fell to his face. It hurt you to see him like that. Bruised and covered in dried blood. He didn't deserve it. You started to stare and as he noticed, something caught both of your attention.

" Yoohoo! Yoohoo! " it was that crazy guy Murray. He was throwing his hands in the air and holding some papers. He motioned you to come around him and he began to explain.

"Ok, this is what Alexei called 'The Hub' . Now 'The Hub' takes us to the vault room"

" Okay, where's the gate?" Hopper asked him.

"Right here. I don't know the scale on this but I think it's fairly close to the vault room maybe 50 feet or so." Murray said pointing at the sketch in the paper.

" More like 500" Erica interrupted and now all of the attention was on her. Murray just gave her a very confused look

" What you're just gonna waltz in there like it's commie Disneyland or something?" Erica continued and you smirked. Over the last hours you had started to enjoy this little girl's sass.

" I'm sorry, who are you?" Murray asked her like she was a nobody.

" Erica Sinclair. Who are you?" she replied quickly.

" Murray.. Bauman." he answered looking quite thrown away but her behavior.

" Listen, Mr Bum-man, I'm not tryna tell you how to do things, but I've been down in that shithole for 24 hours and with all due respect, you do what this man tells you, you're all gonna die! " she looked at the rest of the guys.

" I'm sorry, why is this 4 year old speaking to me?" Murray laughed slightly.

" Um, I'm ten you bald bastard! " Erica almost screamed at him.

" Erica! " Lucas interrupted them to try and calm his little sister down.

" Just the facts " she answered him.

" Okay let's just all calm down." you said and went closer to Erica "She's right, you have no clue what's going on down there, but we do. If you could give us a moment to ex-"

" Nope, you all are children how could you possibly know what the best thing is for us to do? " Murray yelled at you.

You never took yelling good. Even if it was for nothing it always made you feel stupid and anxious about what you were saying. As a result, a knot started forming on your throat.

" Um.. I was just gonna s- suggest.. " and now you were loosing your words. Luckily someone noticed and stepped up to save you.

" Man, with all due respect you know way less than we do. We spent a whole day in there." Steve said touching your lower back. It sent shivers down your spine.

" And almost got killed, kid." Murray said and as he saw the sight of you nearly to tears he sighed " Alright, I'm gonna listen to you, but first take your girlfriend outside and try to calm her down." he said shushing you away.

Everyone was shooked and both you and Steve were by now looking like tomatoes. Steve cleared his throat and answered " Um.. We're not uh.. Dating, but I'll get her to relax a bit." and started pulling you away from the group.

Murray just looked at the both of you and started laughing. Hopper elbowed him and he stopped "Wait, you're - they're serious?" he asked pointing at the two of you and Hopper nodded "God... Why is everyone so oblivious of their feelings in this group?!" he said desperately.

You just ignored him the best you could and started walking further away of them. You sat down next to a hot dog store and Steve followed your actions. He noticed your heavy breathing, so he started rubbing your thigh as a way to calm you down. You immediately looked at his hand and he stopped.

" Um.. Sorry, probably not the best thing to do after what the hell that was." he laughed nervously.

" No, it's.. It's OK." you said and rested your head on his shoulder. He continued rubbing your thigh, but this time his touch was more gentle, like you were fragile and he didn't want to break you.

Your thoughts started replaying what Murray had said. Could it be true? Was there really something between you two and you were just too blind to see it? Before you could ask anything else Steve answered you like he was able to read your thoughts

" He's right, you know." was his only answer. Even of you knew where it was headed you looked at him confused and he continued "That Murray guy, he's.. He's right.. There are some feelings I have that you probably didn't know of."

" Steve.."

" Look, I know that you're my best friend and that I'm also your brother's best friend, but if today may be mine or.. God forbid it, yours last day in this world, I just.. I need you to know that.. I like you Y/N" he said while looking deeply into your eyes.

You were shocked. You couldn't believe it "What? No, you're joking.. What about those other girls?"

Steve slightly giggled " The girls were just a distraction to keep my thoughts away from you, as I didn't believe you would feel the same." you still looked shocked and confused, but he just smiled down at you and placed your hair behind your ear.

" So, you.. You like me? " you asked him hopefully, but he started looking more nervous than before. Like he had just realized what he had said to you and what the outcome of this could be.

" Yeah, I do.. But it's totally fine to not like me back, I mean why would you like a guy who only hangs out with children. I mean you can do so much better than me and-" you stopped him before he could continue and what other better way of doing that than kissing him.

It was a slow, but passionate kiss. And it was nothing like what you had imagined. It was a hundred times better. His lips, even bruised, were soft and the way he pulled you closer to him had you melting into his touch.

" Alright, guys we have a pl- Aaagh, what the hell?" you pulled away from Steve and saw your little brother covering his eyes. Your cheeks started burning again and you hid your face in Steve's chest, while he just chuckled over the whole situation. You slapped his chest and he just laughed harder.

" Steve, I swear to God.. " Dustin warned him.

" What? It's not my fault your sister is the greatest person I've ever met. You should blame her for being so perfect that she made me fall for her." he answered taking your hands in his. Dustin only made a burfing sound and walked away of the two lovebirds.

" Jesus.. Murray you little piece of shit. " Dustin told him

" I'm never wrong, kid." was his answer as he looked at your loving stare. He could never get bored of putting two people in the right direction.

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Okay... That was it. I'm sorry if it sucked, but this is what I came up with. If you liked it and you have an idea just ask me. I do Stranger Things, Marvel and the Vlog Squad (as those are the ones I know most of). Thank you 💕

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damn-stark · 2 years ago

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What did y’all think?!

Chapter 8 002

Chapter 8 of Chispa

A/N- BE READY! BE READY!

Warning- Swearing, some fluff, ANGST, VIOLENCE!, MENTION OF GUNS AND BLOOD, cigarettes and smoking, drugs, LONG CHAPTER.

Pairing- Steve Harrington x WOC!reader

Episode- 3x07 & 3x08

(Let me know if you want to get tagged)

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The soldiers point their guns at you and yell out orders as they get closer to you. “STAND DOWN! STAND DOWN!”

Robin grabs onto your arm and Steve walks to your side to try and take your place, whilst he pushes Dustin back towards Erica.

“Steve,” you whisper. “What are you doing? Stand back.”

Steve peers over his shoulder to try and comfort your concern. “I got this.”

He looks away and before he can speak to the soldiers or do something crazy, you narrow your gaze and concentrate on each man confronting you and to penetrate their mind and give them a command that tells them to point their guns at each other instead.

The soldiers seem to be reluctant at first, some even seem to fight the command, but you just close your eyes and instead concentrate on one man first. The moment you’re in and give him the command you begin to connect into the others one by one. And one by one they fall in line, confusing each other until all they feel is fear.

“Wh-what’s going on? What are they doing?!” Robin asks right by your ear as she presses closer to you.

“O-OUT OF…MY HEAD!” One of them strains to yell.

You slowly peel your eyes open and shoot them a smirk they can’t see, and then guide your friends to Dustin’s car with Robin following at your heels now.

“Whoa,” Steve gasps in awe as his eyes remain on the men keeping their guns pointing at one another. “That’s awesome!”

You look back at him and notice him finally pull away and follow the group. “I know right!” You retort with a smile. “I barely learned how to do that!”

“You’re awesome,” Steve compliments you. “Badass.”

Your smile deepens but the moment you see the car, you gasp and focus all your attention on that. As if you’ve never seen such a thing before—you have.

“Oh my god!” You clap. “I’m driving!” You try to run towards the driver's side but Dustin quickly grabs your arm and yanks you back.

“No you’re not, you and the other two are sitting in the back! You guys are acting very weird, you'll probably kill us!” He argues, making you pout and cross your arms over your chest.

“No. I don’t want to. I don’t like that! I’m an excellent driver!” You whine. “Let me!”

Dustin scoffs and rolls his eyes before he begins dragging you back. When you notice his plan you dig your heels in the floor to make it harder for him.

“You fight against him y/n! Don’t let yourself get bossed around by a tiny man!” Robin defends you. “Fight against the sexiest regime!”

You begin to giggle at her comment and Robin joins.

“Stop!” Erica yells, startling you and the other two young adults. “Stop being babies and get in the back before more soldiers come and actually kill us this time. Or worse, we leave you here!”

This time you grow completely serious and drop the act to stare at Erica in disbelief.

“You scare me,” you mumble before Robin and Steve climb into the back and you’re thrown in after them. “Ouch! That really hurt! You guys are being very,” you snap your fingers as you try to think of a word, “…very,” you pause and hum.

“Bitchy!” Steve interjects, causing you to clap and nod eagerly before you both begin chuckling.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking!” You say between laughs whilst the door gets slammed shut.

Steve places his hand on your shoulder and rests his forehead on it to continue laughing before he adds his own comment. “I knew it, that’s why I said it!”

“Great minds think alike,” you snort and giggle as you wrap your hand around his head and rest your cheek on it.

“You’re cool,” Steve whispers before he pulls his head away to face you, causing your hands to slide off his head and fall on his shoulders. “You want to know something now?” He giggles but smiles softly.

You lean in and hum to let him continue.

“You’re like, really pretty,” he says and lifts his hands to grab your cheeks. “Like beautiful. Like the girl of my dreams.”

Without remembering what you had been hiding the past few weeks, forgetting that Robin was literally squished right next to you, you beam at him and grab his cheeks to lean closer to his face.

“Thank you,” you whisper in a quivering voice so only he can hear. “Really, you’re like the first guys who’s said that to me and really meant it. You do mean it right?”

Steve nods. “I do. Y/N, I like—”

“Don’t,” you interject. “If you say what I think you’re going to say, save it until we're out of here. Okay? It’s, like, terrible here.”

Steve swallows thickly and nods softly. “Okay.”

In that moment as he smiles sweetly at you, as his eyes concentrate on nothing else but you as if you’re the only one in this damned underground hideout, as you look into his soft and sweet brown eyes, it literally feels like you can see sparks fly off him. Hearts and roses seem to flow out around his head, a faint yellow glow shines around his head too, and a couple of white birds chirp and fly by whilst blue butterflies flutter around like if you were in some majestic dream. It was beautiful. Trippy mostly.

Very trippy, but cool.

“You’re beautiful,” you compliment Steve. “And…very hot.”

Steve smirks and shrugs. “Thanks. That’s like, a first. I’ve never heard that—”

“No,” you interject and turn your hands to feel his cheeks with the back of your hand. “You’re like, hot!”

Robin then leans in and feels your own cheeks, making Steve feel hers. “You guys are very hot too,” he adds.

The three of you look at one another all seriously and concerned for at least a second before it all turns too funny and neither of you can help but laugh.

“Wait,” Robin interjects and swats Steve’s hands away to pull back and grow serious in a matter of seconds. “Are you guys together or something? You’re too touchy. And if you were that’d be weird and very…bad because—”

Before Robin can finish Dustin suddenly slams on the brakes and makes the three of you fall forward with a loud and painful thud.

Luckily though, you don’t hit the metal grate like Robin and Steve do.

“Ouch!” You exclaim and rub your face and nose. “Ow!” You carefully try to sit up again, but you’re then thrown back as Dustin begins to reverse.

“Hey! What’s going on!” Steve yells through the grate that stands between the kids and the three of you.

“Soldiers at our six!” He warns right before he makes a sharp turn before anyone can confirm what he said.

“I should’ve driven,” you grumble while Dustin makes another turn to head back to the elevator and lose the soldiers.

Nevertheless, just as you finally manage to sit up and start watching the back, you catch those same soldiers turn the corner and run after the car, leaving you no other choice but to handle it.

“You guys wanna see something cool,” you tell Steve and Robin with a cocky smirk.

Without hesitation or question, Robin and Steve look at one another and then look at you and smile and nod.

“Great,” you say before you mentally unlatch the door and throw it open to jump out of the back of the car.

You of course crash on the floor and it hurts like a bitch, but you shove the pain away and instead laugh while you stand to your feet. The soldiers catch up to you but instantly stop and keep their distance from you out of fear.

“STAND DOWN!” One of them commands.

You scoff.

“Y/N!”

You peer back and notice Dustin had stopped the car and gotten out to bring you back.

“Y/N get back in the car right now!” He yells and begins running to you.

You look away and open your mouth to talk back in a sassy way, but just as you form the first word to say, the multiple soldiers in front of you hit their triggers in that exact moment and make bullets fly towards Dustin and you.

Dustin hears the gunfire and runs to hide behind you, but the bullets are too fast. He’s caught in the middle. A bullet gets close to his forehead, but doesn’t hit him, it stops actually as you freeze the bullets in midair.

“Holy shit,” Dustin mumbles in between heavy pants. “Am I dead?”

“Y/N!” Robin yells and steps forward.

You tilt your head and drop the bullets to the ground, rendering them useless. The soldiers see that and try to shoot again, but in that instant you just smirk at them and pull the guns out of each of their hands and slowly bring them all towards you and make them float all around you in midair to point at them.

The soldiers gasp and grow stiff and serious. One of them tries to say something, but just in that moment before he can, you make all the guns go off and successfully hit each and every single one of them multiple times.

“Holy shit,” Dustin gasps.

Once they’re bodies hit the ground you stop the guns from firing and watch the blood spill out on the floor.

“Okay,” you breathe out, “let’s go.” You drop the guns and turn on your heels to return to the back of the car without remorse, and leave every single one of your friends stunned. “I said let’s go!”

Dustin and the others return to the car, and Dustin continues to drive towards the elevator all recklessly. Not like you truly cared albeit, sure the harsh stops hurt but your mind is too out of it, and well, you’re actually having too much fun with Steve and Robin to actually care about anything.

“Hey! You look like you’re surfing!” You exclaim happily as Steve balances on the cart inside the elevator.

“Surfing!” Steve shouts. “Yeah! Whoa!”

You clap and cheer him on from the side as if it’s something super spectacular.

“I’m a natural! Check it out!” Then in a blink of an eye Steve loses balance and falls forward, making you and Robin burst out laughing.

“Wipeout!” Robin laughs while you stumble towards Steve. “Are you okay?” You crouch down beside him at the same time Dustin does.

Steve nods and shifts head towards you whilst Dustin presses his hands against Steve’s forehead. “He’s burning up,” he comments.

You tilt your head and then clap. “That’s what I said!”

“You’re burning up,” Steve counters Dustin before he looks back at you. “Hi,” Steve greets you.

You smile down at him. “Hi,” you return the greeting while Dustin moves his head away to be able to pull back Steve’s eyelids.

“One sec, one sec, Steve, Steve.” Dustin says.

“God, no,” Steve resists and gets you concerned. Not over the fact that he’s very hot and sickly, but over the fact that he’s getting hurt—“ow.”

“You’re hurting him,” you interject but get ignored.

“His pupils are super dilated.”

“Maybe he’s drugged,” Erica adds to Dustin’s comment.

You snicker in amusement to their thinking since they’ve caught on so late.

“Steve,” Dustin says as he looks back at his friend. “Are you drugged?”

“How many times, dad? I don’t do drugs. It’s only marijuana,” Steve sasses and then boops Dustin’s nose.

“This isn’t funny, okay? I need to know what they did to you.”

“Drugged us,” you add bluntly. “They drugged us,” you snort. “Wasn't that obvious?”

Steve pats your leg and points to Dustin so you both begin laughing again.

Dustin groans and directs his question at the both of you now. “Are you gonna die on us?”

Steve once again boops Dustin’s nose while Robin adds on. “We all die, my strange little child friend. It’s just a matter of how….and when.”

You look back at Robin and stand back up to your feet to head towards her whilst Dustin asks Steve about his car. However, Steve’s mind isn’t on such matters. “Oh, can we make a pit stop at the food court?”

As you help Robin to her feet you turn to agree. “Oh, yes! I’m starving! I would kill for a hot dog on a stick.”

“Ooh!”

“All right. Yeah, food,” Dustin agrees. “Yes, you can have as much food as you want…”

You and Robin high five from excitement.

“…but only if you tell me where your car is parked.”

“Uh-oh,” Steve says.

“Uh-oh?”

“The cars off the board,” Steve shares.

“What?” Dustin retorts.

“They took the keys,” Steve continues. “The Russians, they took the keys. Like, forever ago,” he laughs and then Robin and you laugh with him—“that’s a bummer, right?”

You slide back down to the ground and quietly add another idea as you twiddle your thumbs. “We can call my Uncle Ace to pick us up. He totally saved Steve and I last time. Or—”

“He’s your dad,” Robin corrects you. “Remember?”

You nod. “Yeah,” you huff out. “I do! Duh! I meant my dad, my dad can come get us. He’s like, so cool. I love him so much.”

“So cool,” Robin agrees. “And even I have to admit that for an older man, he’s very well-kept.”

You snap your head towards her and frown. “Well-kept?”

“Yeah, I’m not blind!”

You stick out your tongue in disgust and then suddenly the elevator comes to a harsh stop, causing you to stumble. The doors then proceed to open at Erica’s behest, causing Dustin to basically yell at you. “Come on. Let’s go, let’s go!”

You grumble under your breath but get up regardless. As Robin gets up she grabs your hand to help herself up and keeps it around you as you all begin to finally head out to fresh air.

“Oh!” Steve, Robin and you gasp as the night air hits your faces.

“Oh, my god, that tastes so good.” Robin adds as she sticks her tongue out. “Ah! Steve, Mouse, can you taste the air?”

You throw your head back and stick out your tongue as if to catch snowflakes, and actually agree with her. You can feel the breeze on your tongue.

“I taste it! I taste it!” Steve says.

You close your mouth and grin as your eyes drift to the stars. “Look!” You point to the sky. “Stars!” They seem so big and close too. Much shinier. “I can touch ‘em!”

Steve and Robin throw their hands up and wave them around.

“I can feel them too!” Robin squeals.

“Yay!” You exclaim with her hand still around yours.

“Shit! Come on! Come on!” You hear Dustin yell before he and Erica turn around and pull all of you inside with them in a hurry.

“Why are we running?!” You throw your question out as you’re ushered inside the mall, pushed and pulled down empty halls. “Guys, hello! Answer me! I’m so confused!”

“Yeah!” Robin bounces off your comment. “Answer her!”

“Where are we going?!” Erica demands to know as well.

“Just trust me,” Dustin replies before he comes to a screeching stop and turns to slowly open a door to peek inside. Seconds pass and he gives the all clear before walking inside and letting you all follow him into an auditorium.

“You brought us to the movies?!” You ask happily before Dustin throws the doors open and leads you down the stairs towards empty seats at the very front of the screen.

“You three sit!” He commands sharply.

You scoff and shoot him a furious and offended look.

“No, no, no!” Robin complains. “These seats are too close!”

The three of you sit down regardless but not without more protest.

“Dude,” Steve adds on. “These seats blow!”

“I don’t like it!” You pout as you reach over and grab some popcorn from Steve’s bucket he suddenly got.

“Come on little man,” you muffle as you throw all the pieces of popcorn in your mouth. “Let’s get better seats!” You then dig your hands in your pockets and shoot both kids a dirty look.

“Then don’t watch the movie,” Dustin rebuttals all close to your face.

You scrunch your nose and retort. “We wanna watch it!”

“Then watch it!” Dustin screams, causing the man behind you to shush you.

Robin, Steve and you snap your heads back and shush him right back.

“Sorry,” Dustin apologizes to him before concentrating back on you. “Whatever you do, don't…go….anywhere.”

“Fine, dad,” Steve sasses, making Robin and you snicker as the kids leave. You continue laughing until you find a piece of gum in your pocket.

When you begin chewing the gum you pull your head back as you get an idea in your head. “Guys,” you call for Steve and Robin’s attention. “Look.”

As they both turn their heads to watch you, you spit your gum up in the air, and as it’s falling you use your powers to catch it in your mouth.

“Wow,” Robin gasps as she giggles. “That’s so cool, but you, so cheated.”

You begin chewing again and nod before you begin cracking up. “I totally did.” You lean towards one another before you’re suddenly pulled back.

“Let me try,” Steve says and puts his hand out.

You pat your pockets and grow serious when there’s nothing left. “Uh-oh,” you say. “I don’t have another one. You want mine?”

Without hesitation Steve nods, so you pull your gum out and hand it to him. And without giving any sort of reaction he begins to chew it a few times before he throws his head back and also spits it out.

Albeit he completely misses and you watch your gum fall to the floor.

“Loser,” Robin teases, whilst you completely think of something else.

“Guys,” you smack your lips. “I’m thirsty.”

Steve and Robin begin to smack their lips too and don’t fret to agree with you, letting Steve grab your hand and yank you off your seat to run out of the auditorium with Robin trailing right behind you.

Of course you all laugh at the thrill of running out of the theater and down the halls like if you’re running away from a crime or a mischievous prank. And in ways you were running away from something bad, your babysitters, you just don’t bother to remember, you’re enjoying yourself too much to care.

All that mattered at the moment was Steve and Robin, and the fact that it feels like you’re dying of thirst, making the moment the water hits your tongue feel like heaven, sweet and refreshing.

“This is like the best thing ever,” you murmur before taking another long drink. “Who's….next?” You pull away and Steve takes your spot.

He takes a long sip before pulling away. “That’s amazing,” he says and goes back to drinking water.

“So, like,” Robin begins to say as you both wait for Steve against the wall. “I wasn’t totally focused in there or anything, but…I’m pretty sure…that mom was trying to bang her son.”

Your eyebrows furrow and you grow completely serious as you try to recall the movie you just watched. Before you could ask anything though, Steve interjects. “Wait, wait, the hot chick was Alex P. Keaton's mom?”

You nod as you look at your shoes, noticing blood. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

“But they’re the same age,” Steve points out.

You squint and nod slowly as you grow confused.

“No, but he went back in time,” Robin tries to explain, but only gets you more confused.

Steve snickers. “Then why is it called Back to the Future?” He quips.

Robin shifts her body and gets louder. “He has to go back to the future because he’s in the past….”

What?

“So, the future is actually the present, which is his time.” She goes quiet after her explanation and you just get lost.

“Wh…What?” You queried.

Rather than answering, Robin stumbles forward towards Steve. “No, no, it’s my turn. You’ve had enough.” She pushes him away and he stumbles, but somehow gets his footing and wanders forward a bit with his head lifted and his eyes on the ceiling.

“Wow,” his voice begins to echo. “Hey, girls. You gotta check this out.”

You push yourself off the wall and stumble over to him alongside Robin.

“Check out this ceiling…” Steve mumbles. “It’s beautiful.”

And without question you look up at the ceiling and catch the most beautiful and wonderful thing. The lights. They twinkle a beautiful and bright blue color, they dance and multiply.

“Oh, wow,” your voice echoes. “Pretty.”

Robin chuckles and the lights spin now, upsetting your stomach, making you dizzy and nauseous. They grow brighter and closer, and that feeling worsens until the point you can’t hold it in anymore and have to run into the bathroom just like the other two to puke in individual stalls.

At that point, as your system is puking out your entire stomach it seems like that loopy and carefree sensation also gets thrown down the toilet. The moment you can’t puke anymore your head once again feels heavy, your body aches, and the pain comes rushing back to every wound. There’s no more weightless feeling or bright and bold colors, everything’s just what it was before. Simple.

It actually feels horrible, like getting off a very drunken night.

“God,” you mutter as toilets flush. “I know now why I was warned against drugs. I feel horrible.” You sigh and lean against the stall door, letting your legs travel towards Steve’s stall.

“So the ceiling stopped spinning for you guys? It stopped spinning for me.” Robin says.

You look up and again it’s just bland, confirming the truth you knew.

“Holy shit,” Steve answers. “No. You think we puked it all up?”

“I hope so,” you chime in.

“Ask me something,” Robin interjects. “Interrogate me,” she says in a Russian accent.

“Okay,” Steve scoffs and lays his foot on top of yours. “Interrogate you. Sure. Umm…when was the last time you, uh, peed your pants?”

You snicker. “Smart.”

“Today,” Robin doesn't hold back from saying.

“What?” You tease her.

“When the Russian doctor took me out the bone saw,” she shares, making Steve laugh, and making you smile. “It was just a little bit though.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely still in her system,” Steve says, making Robin laugh more.

You scoff softly and drop your head to look at your lap as Robin brings up a question this time. “All right, my turn.”

Steve plays along. “Okay, hit me.”

“Have you guys…” she goes quiet for a second. “Ever been in love?”

She knew your answer better than anyone else, Steve doesn’t though.

“Uh,” you sigh. “No. At least now I know I wasn’t.” You swallow thickly and begin fiddling with your fingers.

Steve sighs and surprises you simply because he answers. “Yep. Nancy wheeler. First semester, senior year.” He imitates a gunshot and chuckles breathlessly,

“Oh, my god,” Robin groans while you swallow thickly and grow…what’s the word that describes this burning sensation in your stomach?

A twinge of jealousy?

Maybe. Maybe not.

Because of course he was. She’s so perfect. Everything about her. Her complexion, her hair, everything. She’s so smart too. Of course it’s her, you can’t even blame him.

“She’s such a priss,” Robin finishes.

“Hm. Turns out, not really,” Steve defends her.

Robin scoffs and then follows up her question. “Are you still in love with Nancy?”

Your heart skips a beat and your stomach begins to knot together.

“No,” Steve answers bluntly with no sound of hesitation or remorse.

“Why not?”

“I guess because I found someone who’s a little bit better for me,” he shares, making those things you feel only get worse. “It’s crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he’s been saying. You know you gotta find your Suzie. You gotta find your Suzie.”

“Wait,” Robin interjects. “Who’s Suzie?”

“It’s some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend,” he sighs. “To be honest, I’m not a hundred percent sure she’s even real.”

You scoff in amusement, but stay quiet and pull your legs to your chest to rest your hands on your knees now.

“But that’s not—that doesn’t matter. The point is,” he continues. “This girl, you know, the one that I like, it’s somebody that I-I…didn't even talk to in school. And I don’t even know why. Maybe because Tommy H, would’ve made fun of me….or I would’ve gotten judged. It’s stupid. I mean, Dustin’s right, it’s all a bunch of bullshit anyways. Because when I think about it, I should’ve been hanging out with this girl the whole time. First of all she’s hilarious, she's so nice and understanding. I feel like ever since I met her, for the first time I’ve felt like I’ve been understood.”

You clench your jaw and dig your nails in your knees. That nervousness is gone now, but there’s still a sense of insecurity and doubt lingering behind.

“And she’s smart…way smarter than me. She can, like, speak multiple languages which is so cool. She’s going to this prestigious college I could never get into. She's badass, sweet, and very beautiful. And she’s honestly unlike anyone I’ve ever even met before. But,” he sighs softly.

“She has this friend that she really loves. And her friend is really protective over the girl I like, and I don’t know if I have her approval yet. I mean I think the friend is cool, funny, I mean she’s so funny that she’s made me laugh more than I have in a while. So I think that’s got to count for something right? I mean I really like her friend.”

It’s not hard to guess who he’s talking about. At least it isn’t for you. Now is it easy for her too? Especially after being completely high, touchy and all sappy together was it hard for Robin to know?

There’s just no hiding it anymore.

Yet she’s not commenting on it. And neither are you. But you’re still worried. She asked you just this morning if there was something going on and you lied. And being with Steve shouldn't be such a bad thing, but for some reason it is, she cares deeply, and if she cares you do too.

She’s your best friend.

“Robin?” You call quietly, but get no answer. “Robin, did you just OD in there?”

“No,” she sighs. “I…am still alive.” She sighs deeply and you hear Steve slide down to her stall. All while you stay put. You can’t face her. How can you? How can you face him too after that confession?

Because it can’t be true. You’re you. Different. Unlike Nancy wheeler or any other girl he’s probably dated. It can’t be you. And with the baggage you carry? Family and personal wise? No it’s impossible.

Besides, he’s just confused, mistaking his temptation for…something more. It can’t be you. It’s just…Billy’s right, who can and will like or love you.

That’s why as Steve and Robin talk amongst themselves you tune them out. As curious as you were to know what they’re talking about and what’s got them so serious, you just can’t take it. So you let them be.

That’s not even besides the fact that as you tune them out by covering your ears and curling up, the blood on your clothes and body finally stands out. The smell of it registers in your mind and triggers back memories you had suppressed.

Now you hear the soldiers grunts and groans of pain. You hear the muffled screams you had blocked out and chose to ignore in your loopy state. You remember the horror as you invaded their minds, the pain before you ended their lives. It’s all there, fresh in your mind. It’s all there torturing you. Is this what he wanted? Leo? Pain and massacre?

And his betrayal?

Oh god.

But nothing matters more in this instant than the blood that stains your clothes and hands. It feels gross, makes you feel dirty and just utterly evil. Even more so when you remember that feeling you felt in that instant….

Relief that they were gone. Pride that you could do such a thing with your abilities.

The blood is a reminder of that. Of it all. And it doesn’t come off, no matter how hard you try to rub it off your hands, coat and romper. Not even when you take off the coat to try and rub it off that way. It just—It won’t come off!

Therefore when the memories weren’t drowning you, you catch the sound of Robin and Steve laughing about something, but you continue to ignore them and get off the floor to stumble to the sink to turn it on to all its force.

Although, the moment you take a peek at the mirror, there’s more blood on your face and it terrifies you to your very core. It shifts something in your mind.

All this time, you have never ever used your powers for something so cruel, no matter if Leo said it’d come sooner or later. No matter if it’s something you’ve trained for. That just wasn’t you—But now it is. Now that truth is staring right back at you. It breaks something in you. That spark of innocence you still clutched onto is forever extinguished.

And they notice you now too. As Robin and Steve stop laughing they hear the faucet, they hear your muffled cries you can’t hold back. They want to call for your attention, but they see you in that instant and get caught off guard. At least Robin does.

Not just because she’s reminded of what you can do now that she sees you after that weird high, but because no matter how many times she’s seen you cry, this, the way you're breaking down now as you’re trying to rub the blood off your clothes is new. Unseen.

Steve on the other hand. As new as it was to see you in such a state, he doesn’t freeze, he walks over and immediately grabs your arm to gain your attention.

“Y/N, stop, it’s not coming off anymore,” he says softly and tries to pull your hands away from the water.

“No,” you croak. “No, it’s coming off.” You rub the clothes harder and sniffle. “I need it to come off.”

“Y/N,” Steve fights and turns off the water to pull you back with more force.

“No, Steve,” you protest between tears. “Let go of me. I-I…it was expensive.” That wasn’t it all, but getting the clothes clean would erase it all. It would.

Right?

“No—”

“Stop,” you bite back and try to pull away, but he yanks the coat from your grip and throws it aside to instead grab your face so you’d just look into his eyes.

“Stop,” he says in the same soft voice. “Stop. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

You cry and shake your head. “All those people. I-I killed them…I,” you gasp in for air and sob again. “Oh god,” you breathe out and grab onto your chest. “Oh my god. I didn't want to. Steve, I didn’t.” you grab onto his hands. “Oh god…”

It gets hard to breathe, your mind spins, and your heart and chest weigh down.

“It’s okay,” Steve coos as he caresses your cheeks, making Robin look away. “It’s okay. They were bad people. They were going to kill us. You saved us.”

You shake your head and sniffle. “I’m a monster—”

“No,” Robin cuts you off and finally steps forward. “Y-You're not.”

You shift your eyes towards her as she slowly approaches you. Steve sees and lets your face go but stays in front of you.

“Without you,” Robin tries to comfort you. “We’d still be there. We’d be getting tortured or worse. You saved us. You’re no monster. Far from it. You’re more like a superhero. Like an X-Men, or a Jedi!”

Steve questions her rambling but doesn’t stop her. Just like you don’t either. She continues to approach you until she goes past you to grab a paper towel to damp it before finally facing you again. Without fear.

“Y/N,” she says as she cups the side of your neck to gently clean the blood and tears off your face. “You saved us. Me. There’s things we need to talk about, but I have to admit you’re cool. You did nothing wrong.”

You sniffle and drop your eyes. “I’m sorry,” you mutter.

Robin sighs. “Again there are things we need to talk about, but for now you’re okay. You are. Okay?” She tilts her head down to offer you a smile.

You slowly meet her gaze and faintly mirror her gesture, “okay,” you mutter. You then look past her shoulder and see Steve offer you a faint assuring smile that adds to Robin's comfort.

From then on. Or at least for the next few minutes, the bathroom is left in silence until the door gets thrown open by Dustin and Erica.

“Okay.” Dustin interjects after they barge in. “What the hell?”

Robin, Steve and you look at one another and burst out laughing. Dustin and Erica find no amusement in the response so he snaps back.

“This. Is. Not funny. We’ve been running around looking for you. We thought you guys got caught again!”

Robin finishes cleaning your face and lets you wash the blood off your hands next.

“We got thirsty,” Steve explains. “So we came here, no big deal.”

“No big deal?” Dustin jeers. “Need I remind you there are still armed Russian guards looking for us!”

You draw in a deep breath and then turn off the faucet, you then exhale and turn to take some paper towels.

They can’t be taken again. Nor can you. No matter how haunting hurting all those people is, letting your friends get taken can’t happen again. Besides, Robin knows what you can do now so there’s no need hiding it anymore, that eliminates one of your concerns.

But…can you kill more of them? Maybe hurting them isn’t such a big deal, but taking their life, embracing the powers you hold? Can you go through that again? Being the monster Leo wants you to be?

You look at the blood washing down the sink and flashes of what you did pass and your mind tells you no.

Yet you remember that Robin and Steve were taken because you held back because you were too ashamed and afraid of your powers.

Fuck. It’s too confusing.

The one thing that’s for sure is that they can’t be taken again.

“That’s no problem…” you pause and dry your hands. “I…” you hesitate. “I can take ‘em out.” You sigh and throw the paper towel away to turn and face the group.

Dustin nods but Steve quickly interjects. “No, no, we’re not underground anymore, we’re in public, people can see you.”

You avert your gaze and nod softly. “I know,” you whisper. “But if someone gets hurt then that’s on me.”

“And if someone catches you and decides to tell, it’s you,” Steve argues. “Your life. Your family's life. It can’t be your first choice. Not here.”

You clasp your hands together and slowly drift your eyes to look at him with a perplexed expression. On one hand you’re touched, flattered that he cares enough to fight for you, to protect you. It could mean that possibly, just maybe there’s a chance he sees you as something more than a tool. Yet on the other hand it’s quite frustrating that he won’t listen.

“I,” you try to add, but get interrupted by Robin.

“Let’s try to sneak past them, the movie should finish soon. We blend in with the crowd and get out that way. Leave the….powers…for later. As a last resort.”

You look over at her and Robin meets your gaze.

“Right?” She asks for reassurance. “What do you say?”

It is a good idea, it means that there would be no need for the use of your abilities, or the need to….kill someone again.

“Uh,” you sigh. “Fine. Sounds good.”

“Good,” Dustin deadpans before turning and walking towards the door to peek out of a small gap. You all go and stand behind him to wait. And just like Robin said the movie is over and people begin walking out.

“And,” Dustin says. “Blend.”

Without a second to spare he rushes out and you all follow and blend in with the crowd.

“Well, shit,” Erica comments just seconds later. “That worked.”

“Course it worked,” Dustin quips. “We just have to get on the bus with the rest of these plebes and home sweet home, here we come.”

You scoff. “Yeah that’s still the difficult part, getting out, so don’t celebrate yet.”

“Yeah,” Steve interjects. “About that, uh Dustin?”

“What?”

“Yeah, we might not wanna go to your house,” Steve continues, making all eyes drift to him.

“Why?” Dustin probes.

“Well, I might’ve told them your full name,” Steve shares.

Dustin snaps his head back and retorts. “What is wrong with you?”

“Dude, I was drugged,” Steve counters with an attitude.

“So?”

“So?” Steve snaps.

“So you resist. You tough it out, you tough it out like a man.”

You roll your eyes at Dustin’s argument as you keep walking and looking out for the guards.

“Oh, yeah,” Steve rebuttals, “it’s easy for you to say.”

And as suspected, in front of the exit are the damned guards.

“Guys?” You interrupt and bring the group to a stop to point to the guards “checking tickets”.

“Abort,” Dustin orders frantically.

But as he gave his command and before anyone could move, a guard with dark hair that’s in a ponytail turns his head and catches you all.

“Abort. Abort,” Dustin keeps repeating frantically whilst you all turn and begin running away through the crowd.

When you manage to break away from the people, you find the escalators. Albeit the escalators aren’t moving, and when you look back the guards are close.

“Okay,” you breathe out panicked. “Let’s…” you pause and look around until you get an idea that doesn’t involve too much effort. “Down through here,” you express your idea as you point at the gap between both escalators. “Slide down.”

First you push Erica to slide down, and then Dustin, causing Steve to usher Robin down after the boy. “Come on, let’s go, let’s go.”

You look back and the guards are getting closer.

“Go, Steve,” you say as you look back at him.

However, he grabs your hand and pushes you forward.

“Go, I'm right behind you. Fight it and I’ll force you down.”

You part your lips to argue but since the guards are close you obey and slide down. Since it’s so narrow though, you’re not able to look back for Steve until your feet hit the ground.

And thankfully he is right behind you.

“Let’s go,” he ushers you and grabs your hand to pull you with him after the rest of the group.

“I can use my abilities now,” you suggest. “It doesn’t seem like there’s anyone down here.”

No one understood besides Steve the reasons why being seen by the public would be so tragic, so he argues right back. “No, not yet, last resort, remember?”

“And if you get taken again?” You try to counter in a way he’d understand. “I can’t let that happen again.”

Steve looks back and glances at you to argue, but before he can he follows the group behind the counter of some restaurant and pulls you down to hide with him.

“I won’t—”

Before you can finish, Steve slaps his hand over your mouth the moment the distant crackling sound of a walkie echoes.

“Let them pass,” Steve whispers.

You swallow thickly and don’t fight Steve. That lets him pull his hand away since he thinks you’ll stay put. However, as the footsteps sound closer you jump straight up and come face to face with the ponytail man.

“I’m right here,” you murmur, causing all the men to point their guns right at you.

Flashes of the pained screams, the memory of their faces, the blood, and the sound of breaking bones makes you falter from fighting back quickly.

“Put your hands up and get out of there,” the man commands.

You don’t look down, instead you step back with your eyes forward and slowly walk out from behind the counter with your hands in the air. The men all stay where they are and look at one another as if waiting for someone to make a move, but they all seem scared to approach you.

It makes it easy for you though, so without giving anything away of what you just schemed up, you keep your eyes on the guards. More memories flash in your mind, but you ignore them for your friends sake and instead think of pulling their guns off their hands first and then knocking them out or something.

Yet before you can actually do any of it, suddenly the car alarm goes off from one of the display cars inside the mall, stealing away the attention of all the guards. The sudden action gets you confused too, but you don’t hesitate or check what causes it.

Not because you don’t care, but because you get an idea. So instead you just use your abilities and yank all the guns out of their hands seconds before the car flies towards the men and knocks them out of the way as it lands in front of a Teriyaki restaurant across the courtyard.

It’s after the car crashes that you look around for the cause of such sudden action, and when you look up you catch someone, a girl, slowly lowering her hand and looking directly at you with her eyes slightly narrowed in confusion. You mimic her actions until you grow more curious and concerned as you see a group of people walking out behind her.

“That’s her,” Steve’s voice startles you. “Eleven.”

You glance back at him and stiffen from, well, surprise. Relief maybe that it is her who saw you using your abilities. T there’s also some excitement that it is Eleven, finally. Yet with that excitement also accompanied the rest of the emotions that bundled up together; fear over the group you imagine are the same people Steve had once said were all trustworthy.

As Dustin and the others rush out from behind the counter and meet up with the others that also come your way, you lag behind your group, even as Robin rushes behind Steve for some reason. And when the other group and Eleven finally come to view, you only slow down more.

“You flung that thing like a Hot wheel!” Dustin says excitedly as he rushes to hug Eleven and a tall dark haired boy.

Eventually Erica runs up to a dark slender boy she calls Lucas.

“What are you doing here?” He says back.

“Ask them,” Erica points to Robin, Steve and you. “It’s their fault.”

“True, yeah,” Steve agrees immediately whilst you come to a slow stop behind him. “Totally true. It’s absolutely our fault.”

You glance over at Eleven and she’s already looking at you, so you quickly look away and step closer to Steve.

“I don’t understand, more people can move stuff with their minds? Or?” Robin interjects, causing Dustin to respond.

“El also has superpowers.”

“What?”

“Superpowers,” Steve clarifies, “she threw it with her mind, c’mon catch up.”

“Yeah!” Dustin exclaims. “Just like how y/n demolished all those people underground.” He snaps his head around to talk to the group. “I mean you should’ve seen it! She was so cool! So badass!”

You scoff softly and begin picking at your cuticles.

“That’s El?” Erica points out.

“Who’s El?” Robin asks, making a girl you instantly recognize as Nancy wheeler interject.

“I’m sorry, who are you?”

“I’m Robin,” said girl answers. “I work with Steve. This is y/n,” she introduces you as she steps back so they can all see you. “She doesn’t work with Steve, but we’re all friends.”

You offer them all a very tightlipped and nervous smile that makes Steve comment on. “She’s shy.”

“Wait y/n?”

You shift your eyes and see Max. Billy’s little sister Max. Sure Steve mentioned she was involved in all of the mess, but it’s still surprising seeing her.

“You have superpowers?” She asks with what appears to be excitement and awe.

It’s quite, well, weird and unexpected.

“Uh,” you break your silence. “Yeah.”

“I thought Eleven was the only one,” Lucas cuts in.

“She and Robin cracked the top secret code.” Dustin interjects before anyone can say more.

“Yeah which is how we found out about the Russians in the first place,” Steve bounces off Dustin’s comment.

“Russians?” Jonathan Byers from school says. “Wait, what Russians?”

“The Russians!” Steve exclaims.

“Those were Russians?” Max questions.

You nod. “Some of them.”

“What are you talking about?” Lucas queries.

“Didn't you hear our code?” Dustin asks.

“Yeah,” the tall dark haired boy says. “We couldn’t understand half of what you were saying.”

“Goddamn low battery!” Dustin complains.

“How many times do I have to tell you with low battery?” Steve scolds Dustin, whilst you finally peer around but don’t find the girl you’re looking for huddled with the group. In spite of that though, she’s not far either, you catch her walking away from the group in this slow pace with her head down.

It catches your attention right away considering there’s nothing around anymore besides all of you, and out of the entire group she was the only one who didn’t ask questions or add something else. Sure at first you think she’s overwhelmed, everyone is being loud, yet as she turns around you catch the gleam of sweat on her face, you notice the blood running down her nose, and see her hands over her ears as her face seems to contort with emotions you read as nothing but pain.

Since out of everyone from her group she’s the only one you can trust, you don’t hesitate to walk towards her out of curiosity and concern.

And as you do approach her she suddenly collapses on the floor, so you end up running towards her. “Hey! Hey!” You fall down on your knees by her side as the others notice and also rush to her.

“El? El!” Someone yells before they fall on their knees next to you.

“What’s wrong with her?” Erica questions.

The dark haired boy pushes you to be closer to Eleven. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

“My leg,” Eleven answers hoarsely. “My leg,” she whimpers.

“Her leg, her leg. Okay,” Jonathan says before he pulls up her pant leg and reveals a nasty bloody gash when they take off the bandage that makes those around you groan and exclaim in disgust.

You on the other hand find interest in her gash as you sense something particularly odd in your gut.

And low and behold only seconds later something inside her leg moves, causing your breath to hitch and your eyes to widen. But as it moves, Eleven grunts in pain.

“El? El?” The dark haired boy calls in concern. “El! El, are you okay? El! El! El!”

Eleven grabs onto his arm and then screams out in pain as the thing keeps moving inside her.

“W-we need to get it out,” you suggest quietly as you watch the thing move again, only making Eleven scream louder.

“What is that?” Erica adds another question as she leans closer towards Eleven’s leg.

“There’s something in there,” the dark haired boy says.

“Yeah,” you quip, “there is and we need to get it out, it’s hurting her!”

Since the thing inside Eleven’s leg is moving there’s only one idea that comes to mind. An easy, painful but simple idea. You.

Yet, before you can suggest yourself, Jonathan begins getting up. “Keep her talking. Keep her awake, okay?” He says before he runs off.

You shake your head in protest. “No, no, we need to get it out now. I..I can do it.”

“You can't use your hands,” Robin says.

You glance back at her as the dark haired boy, Dustin and Steve move Eleven. “I won’t use my hands Robin. I’ll use my powers,” you snap back.

Robin glances at you and then looks at the wound. “I don’t think it’s so smart. I mean, It’s just not actually that bad. There was a….the goalie on my soccer team, Beth Wildfire, this other girl slid into her leg, and like, the whole bone came out of her knee…”

You furrow your eyebrows and share a concerned look with Steve.

“….six inches or something, it was insane.”

“Robin,” you cut her off.

“Yeah?”

“Please,” you say. “You're not helping.”

She looks at Eleven. “I’m sorry,” she says.

Quick footsteps then proceed to approach and as you look back, you watch Jonathan rejoin the group with gloves, a knife, and a wooden spoon.

“Okay,” he says. “Alright El? This is gonna hurt like hell, okay?”

Eleven sobs. “Okay.”

So much for your suggestion.

“Need you to stay real still,” Jonathan instructs as he puts his gloves on. “Here, you’re gonna want to bite down on this, okay?” He hands the dark haired boy the wooden spoon, and he puts it in her mouth to keep it between her teeth.

Jonathan then grabs the back of her leg and puts the tip of the knife close to her wound, he hesitates to cut in though and just leaves everyone in an anticipation that makes your stomach knot.

“Oh god,” you murmur, and look away as Jonathan gets the okay that lets him slice Eleven’s wound so that he can dig his fingers in and search for the thing that way.

“Oh god,” you gag and squeeze your eyes, and clench your fists as you hear Eleven scream and hear the squelching sound.

“Jonathan!” Nancy yells, but he snaps right back to be able to concentrate.

“Stop talking!”

Eleven screams louder as he continues to search for whatever’s in her leg that doesn’t want to come out.

“Goddamn it!” Jonathan exclaims out of frustration.

“No!” Eleven muffles before she spits out the spoon and continues. “Stop it! Stop! Stop.” She grunts. “I can do it. I can do it.”

You open your eyes and see Eleven sitting up. She pants and then stretches out her arm to point the palm of her hand on her wound, giving away her idea.

“Stop,” you interject and swallow thickly before you scoot closer to her. “Stop, I'll do it.”

Eleven sniffles and glances over at you.

“I just need you to trust me,” you say softly.

Eleven nods and pulls her hand back so the dark haired boy can grab it. “I trust you,” she strains to say.

“Okay,” you breathe out and stretch your hand out to point the palm of your hand on her wound. “It’s gonna hurt. Ready?”

“Yes,” Eleven groans.

You draw in deep breath and slowly exhale out of your nose as you focus on the moving thing and then begin pulling it out of her leg with your abilities.

It’s hard, but it moves right under the gash. Yet it feels like it’s almost using force to fight against your attempts.

“God!” Eleven cries out in pain.

You clench your jaw and use more force against it. It keeps resisting, and Eleven continues grunting until the pain is too intense and she has to scream out.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur. “I’m sorry.”

You keep trying to pull the thing out and Eleven keeps screaming in pain. So much so that the lights begin to flicker above and around you, and the window behind you breaks.

Thankfully now the thing bulges out so you put more force into it. You use both hands and finally manage to pull the creepy and slimy thing out of her leg, letting Eleven find relief.

The thing however, screeches in protest to the invisible force you have around it, so you quickly lift it in the air and hurl it away from the group.

As soon as the thing hits the ground it begins moving away. You think of going to kill it once and for all, but just before you can stand up, The Chief rounds the corner with Joyce and someone else and he kills the thing with a simple stomp.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks as he crouches down to help you to your feet since the Chief steals Eleven’s attention away before you can ask if she feels better.

“Yeah,” you assure Steve hesitantly. “Yeah I am. That thing was just a bitch to get out, but I’m okay.” You exhale deeply and meet his gaze. After his confession to Robin and you in the bathroom, there were things to talk over but right now doesn’t feel like the right time. And well you also don’t feel like doing so either. At least not now.

“Do you think she’ll believe me?” You ask and avoid the obvious conversation.

“Who?”

You glance over at Eleven as she’s being pulled away by the Chief and Joyce.

“Eleven,” you mutter. “My tattoo, I don’t have it anymore. Do you think she’ll believe I’m her sister?”

Of course she’s not a biological sister, but it’s a force of habit, instinct to call the others from the lab your siblings. Dr Brenner always said they were since you were born and raised in the same place. Of course you were the only one with an actual home, you could and did leave, but you still trained together. You went through the same pains, same torture. You had the same or similar abilities to them too. That’s why they’re considered your siblings and will never be anything less to you.

That’s why she’s the only person from the other group that you can trust. Why there’s a sense of familiarity in her. She might’ve been a mere toddler when you left, but that doesn’t change a thing.

“Yeah,” Steve assures you softly, gaining the attention of Robin lurking behind you. “I’m sure she will when you talk things over.” He rubs your arm and offers you a faint smile. “You just need to talk to her. You can do that right? You’re not too shy to do it?”

You scoff in amusement and gently push him away. “I can do it. I talk to new people. If I have to.” You smile and glance at Eleven, noticing that she’s talking to the Chief as he’s helping her with her wound.

He’s so gentle with her, even from afar you can notice it. You can see the love and concern in his eyes, he didn’t spare a second to approach her and pamper her as best as he could given the situation you’re in.

It’s admirable. He seems like such a grump, like a cold person who’s too tough to care for people. But he’s everything you wanted in a father, he’s everything you wanted Leo to be with you. So it’s quite saddening and annoying too. You yearn for something like that—or you yearned for something like that for so long. Now that Leo is apparently not your actual father, and that your actual father was too greedy to stay and love you, you just don’t dream of such a sweet and loving daughter and father relationship anymore.

At least….that’s what you tell yourself.

“She’ll believe you,” Steve cuts you off from your stupor. “I’m sure.”

You return your gaze to him, and since Eleven is preoccupied now you instead change the subject. “I’ll talk to her after. As of now let me check your eye to make sure it’s not infected or something. That’s okay, right? I just need to know if it’s okay.”

Steve’s eyes soften and he nods softly. “That’s okay.”

And as you walk over to sit down, Robin doesn’t follow, she lurks behind like a shadow. Now that she’s out of her loopy state she once again feels jealous and frustrated over Steve and you. Now more than ever after Steve confirmed that you lied, that there was something between you two even after she told him you were off limits to him.

She didn’t flat out say that she was in love with you when she came out to Steve, but there were context clues.

Making it impossible to interrupt your interaction with him without making it seem suspicious. At least to him anyway since you’ve never caught on that she liked you. Not like she wants you to know—she does, but in her own way.

Not like this, not as you’re looking at Steve all starry eyed like he’s the only person to ever exist, like he’s the greatest love of your life. Not as his eyes sparkle as he’s looking at you, not as he smiles at you so sweetly and gushy, not as his breath catches everytime he sees you almost as if he’s never seen you before or like he’s falling in love every single time.

She wants you all to herself. She wants you to rely on only her. She wants you to only be clingy with her. Just like you were before you met Steve, when you were with the douche of an ex boyfriend Billy. Even if she’s angry that you hid the truth of who you were, even if she's angry you lied about Steve.

“So are we going to talk about it?” Steve brings up as you’re checking his eye.

The subject matter is obvious but you’re not ready. Besides, he needs time to figure out that what he’s feeling isn’t true. He needs time, he’s still loopy.

“About?” You ask cluelessly.

Steve sighs. “Us. Robin knows now. No need to hide it.”

You pull your hands away from his face and scoff. “I mean, is there an us? We’re just friends.”

Steve scoffs and finds amusement in your comment. “Yeah friends. And we’re out of the Russian hideout now, so is now a good time to talk?” He asks and you stiffen.

For now it’s better to remain in bliss and be the fool rather than admit the truth.

“I don’t think so, I mean we’re not out of here yet,” you murmur and avert your gaze. “How about we talk later okay?” You meet his gaze, and to comfort and keep him happy you offer him a smile and caress his jaw. “Promise. Okay?”

Steve doesn’t find comfort in your attempts, but as everyone begins to gather around he doesn’t have a choice but to leave it alone.

“Your eye is okay, I mean not okay, but it doesn’t seem to be infected,” you assure Steve. “Just ice it when you get home and you’ll be good.”

Steve offers you a comprehensive nod that lets you turn to face the group as they begin to discuss what everyone saw and experienced.

And apparently it’s a lot. A lot. Apparently Nancy and Jonathan discovered that there’s people that went crazy and melted into some goo that connects to some big monster from the Upside down who apparently is in your dimension now and after Eleven. Not only that but Eleven, Max and the other kids suspected that Billy was acting weirder than usual, which led them to discover that he’s under control by the monster—which explains his weird sudden interaction with you the other day.

Well it explains some of it. What he was saying, asking, and his interest in your number tattoo is still off putting.

Lastly, the reason the Chief, Joyce and the other man are in the mall too is because they were after that Russian terminator man. Neither adult was really specific though, they were very dry.

But now that everyone is gathered around and figures out that everything is connected; the gate and the monster, there can finally be time to discuss how to stop it all; the Russians, the monsters and the gate.

“The Mind Flayer,” the dark haired boy you know now as Mike Wheeler says. “It built his monster in Hawkins, to stop El, to kill her and pave a way into our world.”

“And it almost did,” Nancy interjects. “That was just one tiny piece of it.”

“How big is this thing?” The Chief asks.

“It’s big,” Jonathan murmurs his answer. “Thirty feet at least.”

Damn.

“Yeah,” Lucas agrees. “It sorta destroyed your cabin,” he directs at the Chief. “Sorry.”

“Okay, so just to be clear, this,” Steve chimes in. “This big fleshy spider thing that hurt El, it’s like some kind of gigantic…weapon?”

Nancy nods. “Yes,” she agrees.

“But instead of, like screws and metal, the Mind Flayer made its weapon with melted people.”

“Yes, exactly,” Nancy once again agrees almost in an annoyed tone.

“Yeah, okay,” Steve shrugs. “I—yeah, I’m just making sure.”

“Are sure this thing is still out there, alive?” Joyce questions.

“El beat the shit out of it, but yeah, it’s still alive,” Max answers, making you sigh.

“But if we close the gate again—”

“We cut the brain off from the body,” Max interrupts Will Byers, Joyce’s youngest son.

“And kill it,” Lucas adds. “Theoretically.”

You dig your nails in your palms and part your lips to ask something, but then the other man who had come with the Chief and Joyce returned with papers in hand.

“Yoo-hoo! Yoo-hoo!” He approaches a table causing everyone to gather around him to discuss the blueprints.

“Okay, this is what Alexie called “the hub.”. Now the hub takes us to the vault room.” The man shares.

“Okay,” The Chief says. “Where’s the gate?”

The man points to a location. “Right here. I don’t know the scale on this, but I think it’s fairly close to the vault room, maybe fifty feet or so.”

“More like five hundred,” Erica interjects right as you thought to. “What, you’re just gonna waltz in there like it’s commie Disneyland or something?”

Oh. Okay. That’s one way to put it.

“I’m sorry,” the man says. “Who are you?”

“Erica Sinclair,” she snaps back. “Who are you?”

“Murray…” the man hesitates. “Bauman.”

“Listen, Mr. Bunman,” Erica continues sassily, making you be even more in disbelief towards her sass towards this adult—“I’m not trying to tell you how to do things, but I’ve been down that shithole for twenty four hours. And with all due respect, you do as this man tells you,” she points her finger around the group. “You’re all gonna die.”

How does she talk to them that way? How?

“I’m sorry,” Murray finally manages to interject. “Why is this four year old speaking to me?”

“Um, I'm ten, you bald bastard!” Erica quips right back.

“Uh, Erica!” Lucas exclaims.

Said girl snaps her head to the side and doesn’t hold back. “Just the facts!”

“She’s right,” Dustin adds. “You’re all gonna die, but you don’t have to.” He approaches the table and looks at the blueprints. “Excuse me. Sorry, may I?”

Murray feigns his encouragement. “Please.”

Dustin and Erica take a seat around the table to discuss the blueprints, whilst you just share a look with Robin and Steve.

“Okay,” Dustin continues. “See this room here? This is a storage facility. There’s a hatch in here that feeds into their underground ventilation system.” He draws a line across the paper. “That will lead you to the base of the weapon. It’s a bit of a maze down there, but between me and Erica, we can show you the way.”

“You can show us the way?” The Chief repeats with his hands on his hips.

“Don’t worry,” Dustin assures him and doesn’t catch the sarcasm in his voice. “You can do all the fighting and the dangerous hero shit, and we’ll just be your…navigators.”

And right away The Chief gives them their answer. “No.” He shakes his head. “Nope.”

Dustin and Erica share a disappointed and annoyed look but they don’t argue against the Chief. Not like he left them much room to argue, he immediately gave them his back and went to focus on other things. His behavior nevertheless lets you approach him with your suggestion that had been shoved away by all the talking.

“Excuse me, Chief.” You murmur.

The Chief lifts his head and turns around to face you. “Hey kid,” he greets. “What’s up?”

“I know you denied Dustin and Erica’s help, but I was hoping you’d accept mine.”

The Chief folds his arms over his chest and sighs, whilst the stares from Steve and Robin pierce into the back of your neck.

“I may not not know how to navigate the way down there, but I can be of some help,” you explain yourself. “There’s a lot of them down there. You’ll need it.”

The Chief doesn’t shift or seem to think it over, he flat out and bluntly answers. “No. One, those are the same people looking for you. Two, I won’t put you in danger.”

You scoff and shake your head. “I can protect myself. I have. They won’t get me this time because you’ll be there. You and Joyce. I’ll be okay, I just…” you hesitate. “I need to see them leave. For peace of mind.”

Not just because it’s an excuse to avoid Steve and Robin.

“Please.”

The Chief drops his head and lets out a deep sigh before he looks over to Joyce.

She meets his gaze and gives him the answer he seeks with a simple nod.

“Fine,” the Chief groans. “Fine.”

You smile softly at him. “Thank you.”

“But no to the other two,” he adds before you can turn away.

Your smile falls and you hesitate, but end up vouching for them. “Maybe they don’t have to tag along, I wouldn't want them to, but I’m sure they can find some way to help from up here. We’ll need it, it is a maze down there.”

The Chief clenches his jaw and glances at Dustin and Erica, before looking back at you and letting out a deep breath and choosing to walk over to them to break the news.

“So you’re leaving?” Robin interjects as you hear her approach you with Steve in tow. “You weren’t going to say anything?”

You swallow thickly and look away from the Chief to turn and face your friends. “I was. You beat me to it.”

“Need I remind you, we barely escaped with our lives. You did,” Robin argues. “And you’re just going back down there again?!”

You exhale deeply and nod. “I have to. I need to make sure that the gate is closed, that the weapon is destroyed. My—Leo, he said that…” you hesitate as it gets hard to share what you were told. “They need me so I can go inside. I can’t go in. I see that gate and all I feel is evil. I need to make sure it’s closed, myself.”

“By risking your life?” Robin keeps opposing you. “Superpowers or not it's dangerous. Your dad betrayed you. He—”

“Robin,” Steve cuts her off as he notices that her words were affecting you in a bad way. “It’s okay. The Chief will be with her. And she’s capable of fighting.” He meets your gaze and offers you a supportive smile. “She can beat their asses and close the gate.”

You scoff softly and can’t help your shy smile as he understands and doesn’t fight you this time.

“Steve!” You hear Dustin shout. “You’re driving.”

The three of you look over and catch him approaching the group with Erica, and some keys in hand—“I need to go to Cerebro to help the Chief. You’re driving.” Dustin throws the keys over and Steve doesn’t hesitate to catch them or give in.

“Okay.”

Good they’ll be out of harm's way here. Maybe not completely but it’s still assuring they won’t tag along with you.

“I’ll stay with y/n,” Robin adds and turns to stand by your side. Albeit you step away and shake your head.

“No,” you disagree. “Go with Steve and the kids. The Chief barely let me tag along as it is. And I can’t risk you getting caught again. I’ll go with them by myself. I’ll be okay.”

That and you need time by yourself without feeling that weight of guilt. There’s still so much you need to say to the both of them. It’s easier if they’re not with you so it’s not eating at you and making things awkward.

“I—”

“No,” you interrupt her. “Go. I’ll be fine.” You try to comfort her and cut off any attempts of an argument with a quick hug. “Be careful, okay?” You pull away and walk to Steve to cut off the conversation. “Take care. Don’t get beat up anymore then you already are.”

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes. His eyes linger on you as yours linger on his. No matter what tension is between you two now, it only gets worse as neither of you move and just stare at each other.

“You can do it. I know you can,” he breaks his silence. “You can kick ass. Be careful, okay?”

The corner of your lips tug as you nod. “Okay,” you assure him.

Steve offers you a soft smile you mirror. He waits for an embrace too, but since Robin is still close you just share one last lingering stare before you address the other two instead. “We’re counting on you guys.” You steal one last glance at the group before you turn and walk away so they can leave.

Now albeit, you were alone. Everyone here knew one another, they had someone, you were the odd man out. It doesn’t make you regret not going with Steve and Robin since you still want to avoid them, but it is awkward and lonely.

Then again, you do have time to talk to Eleven now. It was in the plans to do it sooner or later, and she’s here now so the time seems right. Plus she needs to know who you are. And you need to know how she’s alive.

But…

No. No! You need to talk to her, besides she’s probably curious too.

You take a deep breath and make your way over to her. With each step you take the more you debate turning back to wait elsewhere. But you fight that need to turn away with every fiber of your being. Besides when you do almost turn back, Eleven looks over and catches you approaching.

Actually as weak and tired as she looks, she musters to sit up and make room for you as she watches you approach her. She seems eager too. You can’t crush that, so you continue down your path and approach her.

And the moment you stop just in front of her she smiles very faintly.

“Hi,” she greets.

You mirror her gesture and look at the empty spot beside her. “May I?”

Eleven nods with no hesitation, letting you take a seat beside her. After that she waits and you try to find your words.

The best you can come up with in that instant though is a greeting. “Hi.”

Eleven shifts and steals a glance at you.

“You must have a lot of questions,” you continue. “Like I do too. I don’t think we can get to them all now, but I’ll try my best to answer some you may have.” You clear your throat. “I know this all so sudden too, seeing what I did, but you can trust me.” You look over at her and offer her a soft smile.

Eleven nods softly and keeps her eyes on you as she brings up her most important question. “You’re like me, I saw, but who are you?”

You scoff softly. “Yeah, it’s been a while. You were a toddler the last time I saw you. I’m y/n Castro, Two.”

Eleven blinks and glances at your arm and you instantly know what for.

“You won’t find it,” you reveal and turn your arm to show the tattoo that covered the number that had been embedded to your skin a long time ago. “I,” you swallow thickly and stroke your tattoo with your thumb. “I made sure to hide it. I just didn’t like the reminder of it every time I saw it. It’s just…”

“Bad,” she finishes for you. “Bad memories?”

You look up and nod. “Yeah,” you murmur. “They’re bad memories.”

“I have them too,” she shares hoarsely. “Bad memories. About the lab.”

You both go quiet and grow somber. Even the mention of it seemed to trigger those bad memories.

Yet with all the bad, there is a sense of understanding in there too. An understanding of the pain, trauma, and everything else that came with that life you were forced to endure. And as different as your experiences were, that understanding doesn’t wither. It’s something no one else could ever understand. It makes your friendships strong already.

Regardless, after a few seconds of silence you need to ask. “Where’s everyone else? Are they alive too? One?”

Eleven drops her gaze and her frown deepens. “I don’t know. I…can’t remember. I’m sorry. I can’t remember a lot. I’m sorry.”

You sigh in disappointment but assure her. “It’s okay, it is. It’s not your fault.”

“Papa,” she continues. “He’s gone. A lot of those bad people are gone.”

You nod. “I know.” You sigh. Their deaths didn’t affect you as much as your siblings did. Or as much as not knowing that she’s been alive this whole time—“I’m sorry,” you interject in a somber tone. “I’m sorry I didn’t know you were alive sooner. I would’ve looked for you, but my dad told me you were all gone. I’m sorry.”

Eleven reaches over and grabs your hand, pulling your eyes to her. “It’s okay,” she assures you. “You did not know. It’s okay. You are here now. I believe you. Sister.”

Your eyes water and your heart swells at her words.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “Sister.”

Eleven beams at you and before she can hug you, or you can hug her you grin at her as an idea comes to mind.

“May I show you something?” You ask her.

Once again without hesitation Eleven agrees, so you shift in your seat and carefully clasp your hands around her hand to then close your eyes and share memories with her. Happy memories you had from the lab. There were only a few, but you did have them and some of her, one that especially stood out.

“Wow,” the memory of you gasps softly before you stand on your tiptoes to peek in the cradle. “Who’s that? Is that another sister?”

Doctor Brenner walks up behind you and picks you up so you can take a better look at the baby.

“Yes, it is,” he answers. “That’s your sister, her name is Eleven.”

You giggle and stare at the baby in awe.

“You want to hold her?” Dr Brenner asks.

You nod eagerly and squirm out of his grip to run over and sit on the chair in the corner of the white nursery. Not so long after Dr Brenner approaches you with the baby bundled up in thin blankets, making you squeal and clap.

“Just be careful,” he says.

“I will,” you assure him as best as you can since you were still a little kid yourself. “I will!”

Dr Brenner crouches down and places the baby down on your waiting arms. Before he can pull away he fixes your arms to a better position and then proceeds to slowly pull away so you’d know the bliss of holding your sister.

“Hi,” you greet Eleven in a baby voice. “Hi. I’m two. I’m your sister.” You grin.

Eleven coos before she shoots you a smile and giggles. You quickly squeal from happiness and continue to talk to the baby.

The memory fades to an end. And as soon as it does Eleven quickly adds her reaction. “That was…me?” She smiles softly.

You nod. “Yeah. I have more, but that’s my favorite.”

Eleven grins at you. “Will you show me more? Later?”

“Of course,” you agree softly seconds before Eleven throws her arms around you.

It catches you off guard, but you quickly find comfort in her embrace and return the gesture.

“It’s nice seeing you again,” you whisper.

“You too,” she says before she pulls away. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Before you can add something the Chief approaches you. “Did you guys finally meet?”

Eleven nods. “Yes. Did you know about y/n?”

The Chief nods. “I did. I just found out too. I haven’t been able to tell you though.” He smiles. “But you met now. I’m glad.”

You offer him a shy smile before you stand up and step away to let him take your spot. “Let me know when it’s time to go, okay?” You direct at the Chief. “El, we’ll talk soon, okay?”

Said girl nods and then you’re left to admire, and feel that jealousy over her and the Chief’s relationship once more.

*LATER*

“It’s a two-man operation. Two!” The Chief yells since Joyce chose to tag along.

“Uh,” you interject since you’re with them too. “It’s actually a three person operation. I’m here too.”

The Chief shakes his head at you. “Nope. You’re on the sidelines. You’re just watching.”

You scoff and look back at Joyce since she understood your efforts more.

“Yeah, well change of plans,” Joyce interjects.

“Change of plans?” The Chief retorts.

“Yeah. Will you explain it to him, please?” She asks Murray.

“We have two options here, Jim.” He actually adds to her defense. “We can turn the machine off or we can explode it.”

“Oh, yeah, says who?” The Chief snaps.

“Says the man who built it!”

“Yeah, and we wanna explode it!” Joyce exclaims, albeit that seems like a bad idea.

“Or else,” Murray continues to say. “Our heroic efforts will be for naught! This is a three-man—”

“Four!” You cut in loudly.

Murray groans, but corrects himself. “Four-man operation, Jim, not two.”

“Yeah, four,” Joyce clarifies, making Hopper grumble as you finally exit the building.

You nod in agreement. And right as you exit the building and head for the elevator doors, three men walk out of it. They spot all of you right away and pull out concealed weapons.

The Chief reacts right away and pushes you behind him to aim his gun at the men. Yet before he can shoot, you just slightly lift your fingers as you use your powers to make the men believe they suddenly became blind.

They begin to scream and drop their guns to claw at their eyes, providing with you the chance to hurl them to the right and force them to sleep.

It all happened so quick so by the time they hit the ground all the Chief can do is glance back at you and offer you a quick nod, and a single and sincere compliment. “Nice job kid.”

It’s not a big deal, it isn’t but it’s rare at times that you get praised over your abilities. At least it feels so after having Leo see each attempt with disapproval. So it makes each positive acknowledgement feel like it’s the first time you’ve ever heard it, it makes you feel all fluttery inside, ecstatic. It makes being noticed feel nice.

“Thank you,” you whisper with a faint shy smile before you point your head at the doors. “Uh, this way.” You walk ahead and lead the group in the elevator.

And rather than being met with odd stares by Murray, he seems to have shrugged it off and instead focuses on the plan he had thought of. And as erratic and as…odd as he looks, he’s actually pretty smart considering his plan sounds actually plausible. So far.

“…so then I yank those cables like I’m pulling weeds.”

“And that will set off the alarm—”

“According to Alexei,” Murray cuts off your question. “May his soul rest in peace….”

“Yep,” you mumble between his rambling even if you don’t know who he’s talking about.

“…Which should give you three an opening to retrieve the keys from the vault.”

“And then we just follow the map to the observation room,” Joyce interjects. “Turn the key—”

“And we blow it up, sky-high,” you add as well even if blowing it up doesn’t sit right with you. Considering it’s a big raging energy machine. But it’s the figure of speech that makes this plan sound exciting.

Furthermore, it exciting being involved in the plan.

“And then, once the rift is closed, we escape back through the vents—”

“Right under their commie noses,” Murray cuts Joyce off.

“Then home free,” Joyce finishes saying the plan to the Chief.

Nevertheless, the Chief just groans as a response. And that only gets Joyce annoyed.

“Oh, god,” she scoffs. “Just because it wasn’t your plan doesn’t mean it was a bad plan.”

“I didn’t say it was a bad plan,” the Chief lies, making you look at him and shrug while you hum so as to let him know that you all know what he really feels.

He acknowledges your reaction and quips. “I didn’t.”

“You made a noise,” Joyce points out.

“I did not make a noise!”

“You did too!” Joyce argues, and that leads them into an obviously tense filled arguing match that makes you share a knowing look with Murray standing across from you, before he interrupts them.

“Children! Children! It is a good plan. A solid B, which is laudable, given the situation and time constraints. Dare I say, if it all goes right…” he pauses as the elevator comes to the stop.

After the elevator beeps he finishes, “…they’ll never even know we were here.”

The door begins to open and right away you’re welcomed with four guards pointing their guns at you. You all raise your hands right away, and at the heat of the moment Murray steps forward and yells something in Russian.

You turn your head away so they wouldn’t recognize you, but keep an eye out to watch the interaction you can’t understand.

Given that they haven’t shot you though, maybe it’s going good.

At least it was going good until Murray said the only thing you understood. “<Lieutenant…Meletov?>”

You sigh as the soldiers murmur amongst each other.

“Tell them Doctor Castro sent us,” you tell Murray.

“What?” He retorts.

“Do it!” You exclaim.

Murray hesitates but he seems to say it. And that name actually sounds familiar to them, but it was the wrong idea because as soon as they recognize the name, you catch them looking over at you.

“You. You!” A soldier points at you with fear before he and the others turn and aim their guns at you.

You turn and stand straight up to pretend to give yourself in, but as one of them steps forward you use your powers and yank the guns out of their hands. They all make a commotion, but before they can attempt to fight or before you can do anything else, the Chief pushes past Murray and you aside to fire at the soldiers in an unexpected rage.

You cover your ears and duck your head to turn away from the sound until the bullets no longer go off.

“Oh, shit,” The Chief grumbles before he reloads his gun.

You drop your hands and hesitantly stand straight up. The soldiers' dead bodies bring a chill, and trigger a flash of memory from what you did that threatens to paralyze you.

But you try not to pay much mind to it. You remind yourself that it would only affect you in a bad way and that would slow things down, ruin them completely. Instead you focus on the fact that the Chief's spontaneous action didn’t affect him badly, he just did it without thought. It’s admiring, it’s actually quite cool. At least because you can’t be so…well…bold.

“Jim,” Murray says in disbelief as you both follow him out of the elevator. “This is crazy. Jim, I…this—I had this under control.”

The Chief crouches down by a soldier and quips. “Yeah, sure you did.” He then takes the hat off one of the soldiers and causes Joyce to react.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m improvising.”

You huff out softly and smile. “I thought it was cool.”

The Chief looks over at you and smirks.

——

After throwing on the uniforms of the dead soldiers to blend in, you all proceeded to steal one of those cool red cars to get to your destination faster.

Which actually did turn out to be successful. There was a guard in front of a door, but he wasn’t trouble, no, apparently to Murray he was a nice guard. They bonded and the guard didn’t suspect a thing and let Murray and the Chief drive past the door.

Thanks to that you were let into some kind of storage room that had the hatch Murray climbed into to crawl through the vents.

Now you’re left to wait for him to reach the room with the breakers so you can get out and grab the keys. Great. Truly. It left time to think. Or really not think about what problems lingered above ground.

“Y/N,” Joyce breaks the silence. “Did you let your parents know where you were? They must be worried if you’ve been gone for a few days.”

You swing your feet back and forth off the back of the tiny red car and shake your head. “Nope. They don’t know where I am.”

“They must be worried,” she strains.

You inhale deeply, and drop your head to look at the floor and exhale, and then retort. “Probably, but it’s…difficult at home, so I’m better off here. Not talking to them. If I called it would just make things worse, my…well, my father would come find me and take me home. I want to help so it’s better if they keep worrying.” Besides, being gone doesn’t erase the fact that they lied. That your mother did. It doesn’t erase your anger. And you have a right to be angry, regardless of what your mother thinks.

Anyway, silence proceeds to pass between Joyce and you for a bit before she continues to speak. Softer this time. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Besides,” you add. “My…” titles are so confusing now. “My step-dad is a scientist down here so I’m good,” you say sarcastically.

“What?” The Chief queries.

You sigh. “My step-dad is a scientist here. He worked at Hawkins lab a long time ago. That’s how he made me.” You look up and catch them both looking at you with interest now. “That's why he’s here now. He's helping them. It’s why he betrayed me and my family.”

“So,” The Chief says. “Is that how you left Hawkins lab?”

You nod and grab onto the edge of the car. “Yeah. I left when I was young. A bit after my brother died I guess something went down with Doctor Brenner and my step-dad, because I woke up one morning in a car on our way across the country with different identities.” You scoff and drop your head to avoid their pitiful and curious stares.

“Is that why you came down here then?” The Chief asks as he approaches you. “For him?”

You blink and swallow thickly. “Partially, I just need to know if working for them is a lie or not.” You sigh. “And well I’m avoiding my own teen drama.” You look up at him and scoff softly. “It’s hard being a super powered teen.” You laugh softly.

“Must be,” he says and sits down beside you. “I know it is for Eleven.”

You stare off ahead and don’t hesitate to add your thoughts. “Yeah, I can imagine…” you pause and pull out a pack of cigarettes that you luckily found in the uniform, and then pull out a cigarette. As you light it up with the lighter that was also in your pocket, you hear the Chief scoff in disapproval.

“Oh,” you breathe out a puff of smoke and then lean the box towards him. “They were free.” You grin. “It helps me with the stress.”

“Uh,” he says as he stares at the box. “Sure.” He takes a stick and you light it for him—“Thanks, kid.”

You smile sweetly at him and then offer one to Joyce. She’s hesitant but she walks over and takes one you proceed to light for her, before you look ahead to continue with what you were saying. “I wasn’t….I wasn’t raised in the Lab long, but my step dad didn’t make my life feel any different.” You take a drag and dump the ash on the car's trunk. “So,” you breathe out. “I have some feeling of what she might be going through. All the changes, the trauma. Everything must feel so new and overwhelming, but,” you exhale. “I think she’s good. She seems to have good friends.” You peer over at him and smile softly in admiration, but look at him with envy. “And an even better father.”

The Chief looks over at you and meets your gaze with some shock at the sound of your words.

“It’s going to be hard adjusting to this life, but she’ll figure it out. Step by step.” You take another drag from the cigarette and catch the Chief smiling at you.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he says as he breathes out smoke at the same time you do. “Besides she’ll have you right?” He suggests, making you perk up. “She was happy to meet you, and know that someone from her past is alive.”

You swallow thickly and feel giddy. “Really?”

He nods. “Yeah. I’m sure it’d be good to have you around to help in ways I can’t too. If you want to, of course.”

Without hesitation and with glee you nod. “That’d be great. Thank you.” You beam at him and he offers you a softer smile.

“But uh, no smoking in front of her,” he teases but also means so seriously.

You giggle and shake your head. “Absolutely not.”

Silence lingers after that conversation. A silence that is quick to grow tense as time passes. Short or long, you can’t even tell down here. It all feels so damn eternal. The Chief began to feel that too not after long and grew impatient quickly.

“It’s taking too long,” he complains as he paces now.

“It’s fine,” Joyce tries to assure him.

“No,” he retorts. “It’s not. It is not. She could’ve died back there. She almost did.”

“Well, she’s safe now,” Joyce continues to try and comfort him. “She’s on her way to Murray’s. That thing won’t find her, not before we kill it.”

You nod in agreement, but quickly take that back as the Chief counters back. “Hey. This isn’t the way this is supposed to work, all right? You’re supposed to say, yes I told you so, that’s why we needed to go back to the kids.”

Oh. More tense filled drama. The highlight of tonight. Truly. It’s like watching a soap opera, or a weird old person romance movie.

“Oh, yeah,” Joyce rebuttals. “And then you say something like…yeah, well,” she begins to mock…him? “it’s really hard to listen when you make everything sound like it’s the end of the goddamn world.”

The corner of your lips twitch and you have to scoot closer to the edge to peek back at the Chief. That’s when you notice that he looks flabbergasted.

It’s amusing.

“You know,” he says. “I think, despite everything, I mean, despite the arguing, I think we make a pretty good team.”

That’s not what you expected, but it’s still good.

Joyce clicks her tongue and then walks over to sit on the stairs. “Well, we made it this far, didn’t we?” She asks with a sigh.

“Yeah. We did. We did.”

“So, uh,” she continues to say and you lay down on the back of the red car to not make it obvious that you’re still listening. “Did I get the job or what? Ah, come on. Detective Byers. It has a ring, doesn’t it?”

You blow out more smoke from your second cigarette and hear Hopper's footsteps go towards her before he responds to her question. “It’s kinda hard to serve in a town where you don’t live, detective.”

Joyce clicks her tongue, letting him continue.

“You’re still moving outta here. I mean, that is the plan, right?”

Joyce sighs. “Eh, we’ll see how it goes.”

“How it goes?” He copies her. “How what goes?” He asks.

“You know. If-if we actually do make it out of here, we-we deserve to celebrate, right?”

The comment wasn’t directed at you, but you begin to think about the question and let the rest of their conversation tune out.

The problems you’re dealing with are unavoidable. Steve is going to need a real answer, a confession from you, there's no more playing a fool—and it doesn’t feel like you have to do so with him, not like you did with Billy—And it’s not like you don’t like Steve, you do, you just need more time, but ultimately you do want to try something with Steve. Is that so wrong?

Besides after all the personal conflict and trauma would it be so wrong to start something? To be happy for once? He doesn’t make you feel bad about who you are, or about how your complexion looks, the food you eat or the culture you’re a part of. He makes you feel seen, loved, appreciated, he’s spontaneous when he wants to be, he’s funny, he makes you laugh and actually appreciate life, he’s absolutely epic and makes you feel so. Is it so wrong—

“Even then who can love a beaner like you?”

Your breath hitches at the memory, it shouldn't have but at the slightest reminder that insecurity returns. It haunts you. Pollutes every single grain of confidence you had built. So quickly too, like rapid fire.

Once again you’re down at the dark depths of insecurity. Once again you begin to tell yourself that Steve needs time to think about his affection towards you, he’s just loopy, it’s just a moment thing. It’ll go away. It will.

Besides, all the baggage you carry, powers, family. He won’t like that. He won’t.

He’s just too caught up. It’ll go away. He’s better off with someone like—well anyone who isn’t you…

“…But we have a problem,” Dustin’s voice pulls you from your train of thought right away and makes you sit up.

The Chief immediately reacts after catching the message. “What kind of problem?”

Dustin then goes on to explain that the monster was in the mall. Most likely—no. Because it found Eleven still there. He said that Steve and Robin went to get them out just now.

Fuck. You should’ve stayed.

“I’m going,” you blurt and flick the cigarette to the floor to then jump out from the back of the car. “They need my help.”

“No,” Joyce immediately stops your attempts. “Don’t go. They need your help down here. That’s how we’re going to stop that thing.”

You shake your head and begin to walk out, but right away the Chief walks out behind you and grabs your shoulder to turn you around. “Joyce is right. They need you down here. It’s too late to turn back. You go up there, there’s just going to be more problems. You might even get taken again. You want to risk that?”

You shift your eyes away and shake your head. “I…no. But they need me. My friends. Eleven.”

“Help them by closing the gate, down here” he keeps insisting. “And we need you here too.”

You meet his gaze and he doesn’t falter, he stands by his word with confidence.

And that fills you with confidence of your own.

You sigh. “Fine. Okay.”

The Chief pulls his hand off your shoulder and begins to walk back to the steps, whilst you return to the car with that worry in your heart now.

Luckily though, in that exact moment the radio goes off again. This time it’s Murray. “Bald Eagle has landed. Repeat, Bald Eagle has landed.”

You look over at Joyce and smile, but stay waiting with more anticipation. It only clenches onto your gut worse and worse by each passing second you have to wait for Murray to pull the breakers. The waiting and frustration gets so bad that you begin gnawing at your cuticles as you also begin pacing back and forth like the Chief.

Until finally Murray broke through again. “Get ready love birds, and little mouse, you’re almost up to bat.”

There's more waiting, but now it only lasts a few seconds before the alarm goes off, signaling you three to run over to the key room even if everyone ran the other way.

And that actually works in your favor because no one takes time to think too hard about who you were and why your uniforms had bloody holes in them. At least you didn’t get stopped until you reached the key room doors. Even then the man said something in Russian that neither of you understood and just did as Murray said, smiled and nodded.

Thankfully it’s the right response because he lets you pass in the key room that turns out to be sort of eerie as there’s only that small vault at the end of the red lit hall. But since it is secluded it’s easier to access without the obstacles.

“Give me the code,” The Chief orders Joyce as you get to the keypad.

Joyce fixes her paper and says it out loud. He enters the code and….it doesn’t work…

The code doesn’t work.

What the shit.

“T-try again,” you suggest nervously.

“Uh, yeah,” The Chief agrees.

He punches the code in again, but no, it beeps red again.

“Shit,” you curse. “Shit.” You let out a deep sigh and then push the Chief away. “Let me try, maybe you typed it in wrong.”

“I typed it in wrong?” He sneers.

Without getting it read, you type in the code. But no, red again.

“See! It’s wrong,” he snaps back, making you sigh and turn back to begin pacing to try and remember planck's constant while the Chief tried Murray.

“Murray? Your goddamn code…is wrong.”

Fuck. All the numbers don’t come to mind. There’s a six, multiple of them, there’s a zero. A four? Fuck.

“What?” Murray says back. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Well, I—I suppose it could be wrong,” Murray says, making you groan and roll your eyes.

“How could it be wrong?” The Chief spats.

“The code is a number, a famous number. Planck’s constant I-I thought I knew it. Does the kid not know it?”

You stop and turn to face the Chief and Joyce to shake your head and let them down.

“No,” the Chief responds for you. “She doesn’t. Wait, this is your handwriting?!” The Chief begins to argue with Murray, which you tune out to try and remember the damn fucking numbers.

But no. It doesn’t fully come to mind.

“I’m sorry,” you interject quietly once Murray and the Chief are done arguing. “I thought I remembered it but, I-I don’t.”

Leo would be so disappointed.

Joyce shakes her head to assure you. “It’s fine. It’s not your fault, we—”

Joyce cuts herself off as soon as the sound of a new voice breaks through the walkie. “Dusty-bun, do you copy?”

You tilt your head as your eyes narrow, and your brows furrow in confusion.

“I copy, Suzie-poo,” you recognize Dustin’s voice. “It sounds much better now, thanks.”

The Chief's face contorts and he quickly remarks on the new voice while Dustin asks his girlfriend for the number.

“Who the hell is Suzie?”

You snicker. “It’s Dustin’s girlfriend. Apparently.” You approach the vault again and listen to the useless conversation they have, the rejection and Dustin’s persuasion that leads him to silence. And then singing.

Dustin begins to sing! Literally he begins to sing in this chaotic time.

Any other time it’d be entertaining to say the least, but now, right now it’s pissing you off.

“What the,” you sneer between your teeth. “Hell. <What’s this shit?>” You ask yourself in Spanish. You proceed to groan and roll your eyes as you wait for the torture to end.

And once it comes to a slow end, the girl finally gives what you need. “Planck's constant is 6.626…”

You turn on your heels and begin punching in the code for the Chief since he had wandered to the end of the tunnel while the children…sang.

“…07004.”

This time when you finish pushing the numbers, the light goes green and the door is able to open.

“It worked,” you murmur and let the Chief pull out the case so you can finally run towards the observation room. And once again since everyone’s running around trying to solve what happened it’s an easy path to the room.

Alas, when you actually get in the room, the scientist monitoring the gate are still there.

“Shit,” you whisper and step back behind the Chief as he walks in and begins to yell.

“Hey! Everybody out. Everybody out!” He then raises his gun and shoots the ceiling, causing the people inside all to rush out and leave the room.

Now all that stood inside was the three of you, the eerines and the pressure to destroy the weapon and close the gate.

“Hey,” the Chief says to Joyce. “You ready to end this?”

You walk up the window and watch the weapon penetrate the gate, you watch the white bright energy hues bounce off and bask the room. Chills crawl down your spine as the gate glows a bright vivid red and orange.

The gate almost looks alive.

“Murray, you all set down there?” The Chief asks while he and Joyce stand in front of each keyhole.

“All set,” he responds back. “But I’ve got some company which I’d love you to obliterate.”

The gate needs to be closed, it will be, but not at the risk of anyone’s life.

You don’t have to end their life, just knock them out. Just so they can be out of the way.

“I’ll do it,” you blurt. “I’ll go help him.” You look back at the Chief, and see him debate your offer to help. But you weren’t asking, he knew that.

“The kid is on her way,” he says through the walkie. “Hang tight.”

You turn and stride towards the door with urgency, but before you can step out of the room, you stop and look back to interject. “Close the gate. Don’t hesitate.”

Joyce and the Chief look back and nod.

“Be careful,” Joyce tells you in a sweet voice.

You offer her a faint smile and nod. “I will,” you assure her. You then glance at the Chief and return his nod before you finally walk out and head towards Murray.

However, as you turn into a hall you suddenly come to a quick halt the moment you catch Leo at the end of the hall with a few men behind him.

“You came back,” he says.

You blink in disbelief and step back. “Pa,” you whisper.

He begins walking towards you, making you take a step back with the intention to return to the observation room. Yet right as you turn you bump into more men dressed in casual clothing and guns strapped on their hip.

“<You should’ve not come back,>” he says in Spanish while you turn back around to face him.

You scoff. “<But I did, because of you. Because of what you’re helping them open!>” Your eyebrows furrow together and a frown tugs on your lips before you step towards him. “<Tell me that this isn’t what you want, that you don’t mean to help them and I-I can help you get out. Pa,” you plead. “Tell me that what you told me isn’t true. Please.>”

Your father lifts his head and remains nonchalant, he just lets out a sigh and takes a final step towards you. “<If I told you it wasn’t true, then I’d be lying. No more. This is the truth. I was against it at first, but when I caught a glimpse of what’s inside, I know now that I can’t let this go to waste.>”

You inhale sharply and exhale shakily. There was still hope that he could be the father you always dreamed of having, an attentive and caring father. You so foolishly wanted to grasp onto that dream. But no, that man was never there, at least not for you.

He was no father to you. He never was.

“I’m sorry,” you speak in English. “But…I can’t let you keep that gate open. It’s putting too many lives at risk, and will put countless others at risk too. I’m not that person you want me to be. I never was,” you say with confidence that falters with each passing second.

Leo sighs. “That was always your flaw wasn't it?” He directs at you.

You stiffen and narrow your eyes.

“You always cared too damn much. Just like Ace,” he throws at you, making your breath hitch. “I’ve worked too hard, y/n, I’m doing this for my family. For myself. This is one of the reasons why I made you. Everything I’ve worked for my entire life. It all comes down to this now.”

You close your eyes and let out a deep exhale as you drop your head and know right away what’s right. No matter at what cost.

No more caring.

“That was always your flaw right?” You redirect his own question but change the outcome. “You never cared enough.” You lift your head and look at him with a scowl on your features.

He scoffs and looks past you and nods. The men behind him then begin to walk past him, and you hear the men behind you move too. Yet, as they do, as you hear one of them open a collar, you quickly spin around and throw them back to a wall. You proceed to turn sharply and throw your hand out to turn the other two towards each other. But that’s where the problem begins, as you lift them off their feet and get ready for the next move, flashes of what you did before haunt you. Make you falter.

Is that really what you are? A…

Yes.

Not a…monster…not a hero, just you. Simply you. You can’t hide that or be ashamed of that part of you, not anymore. All those days spent inside training without being able to have friends, go to school, or be without siblings. That lost childhood, all the physical strain. It can’t all go to waste because of fear. This is who you are. Because of him.

“I hope,” you mumble loud enough so Leo can hear. “That you’re proud of me now. Father.” You look past the men you held in the air and just faintly smirk before you break every bone in their body. So they don’t make a sound, you penetrate their minds and make them believe they have no mouth so they don’t yell. They squirm until you break their necks and drop them.

The men that you had thrown back began to try and retaliate at the same time you were distracted. They thought they had the advantage, but just as they reach you, you spin around and face them. That’s when you see one with a taser and one with a knife. And the man with the taser shoots right away but you stop it mid air and turn the strings around to wrap them around his neck.

The other man then charges at you with his knife, but you quickly shift your eyes and roll your head to the side as you freeze him in place. Rather than ending with a quick move, you instead pull his hand out to then drag him to the side so he can stab his friend's throat. His eyes widened from horror, but just as he thought of yelling, you break his arm and jam his own knife through his throat.

Once both men are lifeless you drop them and turn to see Leo still there, unaffected. A smirk on his face. “Are you going to kill your father?” He asks.

You let out a slow breath and step forward. You frown and shake your head. “<You never were my father,” you deadpan. “I won’t kill you. Nor will I torture you, you were a good to my sisters, they still need you, I can’t rob them of their father,>” you sigh and roll your shoulders back to pentrate his mind and do exactly what he wanted you to do. “You’re going to stay here until the military comes, when they do, when they ask you your name you’ll tell the truth, and you’ll turn yourself in.” You nod and step back. “That’s what you deserve.”

You shut your eyes and let go of him. When you open your eyes he seems confused, angry that you dared to do that to him, but he doesn’t have a say in it, he couldn’t. Instead he turns and stays there. He doesn’t move, he waits there.

Now, as you see him there though, standing so still, you did feel a pinch of guilt. But no matter how hard you try to see some good in him, there’s nothing you can muster from memory. There’s no helping him, so you turn and walk back to where you came from to take a different route towards Murray, in hopes he’s still alive and okay.

Moreover, as you enter the observation room, Joyce is there, but it’s only her with an end of her belt around the key and the other around her hand, while the Chief is outside by the weapon with his head inches away from the raging machine since the Russian man has his foot over his throat.

“Joyce,” you mutter.

Said woman looks back and looks panicked and afraid. Yet determined now as she saw you.

“Help him,” she says, “I got this.”

You glance at the way she has her arm stretched out so far she could barely grasp the other key, and debate listening.

But as you glance over at the Chief still struggling, you remember Eleven, their relationship. She still needs him. You remember how kind he’s been to you and decide to listen in that moment and head out.

The moment you do step out you run down the stairs and throw your hand out as you push the man off the Chief. That leaves him with the chance to get up and grab the man by the collar as he stands in disbelief.

The man tries to throw a punch, but you stop his hand before he can hit the Chief and twist it, making him groan and letting the Chief pull the man towards him.

“I’ll see you in hell,” the Chief sneers before he throws the man towards the weapon that immediately crushes him completely, but makes the weapon break. Now the white surge of energy that moved through it spun around dangerously, cutting off the Chiefs path.

“It’s okay,” you yell out to him. “I got you!”

The Chief shakes his head. “No! Get out of here kid! Close the gate!”

You swallow thickly and shake your head. “No, no, Eleven needs you! She needs her father! Joyce can close the gate, I can get you out!” Before he can argue against you, you lift your hand again and this time you use your power to stop the surge of energy to stop spinning, leaving a clear gap for the Chief to walk through.

“Go!” You strain to say since holding back the energy was actually difficult. “I can’t hold it—”

Before you can finish your sentence, suddenly something shoots through your shoulder and cuts off your sentence, bringing a sharp writhing pain that causes you to drop the hold you had on the weapon and make it erratic again. Blocking the Chief’s path again.

“Y/N!” The Chief yells.

You look at your shoulder spilling out blood and then slowly look back to see a man climbing up some steps. His fingers on the trigger, he moves forward, and right in that moment as he presses it, you snap his neck and stop him. And since his body moved in that precise moment, the bullet hits the weapon and this time that spinning surge of energy splits and blocks your path too, caging you in between both raging energy cycles.

Your arm hurts now too, it really fucking hurts. But you can get the both of you out. You can.

“I can do it!” You yell over at the Chief. “I can still do it!”’

The Chief's eyes shift to your arm and he shakes his head. “Get out, y/n, it’s okay. Just help her okay?”

Without naming who, you knew who he was referring to.

“She needs you! More than she needs me!” Your voice quivers. “Let’s just say…my life would be much better if I wasn’t here!”

The Chief’s brows furrow and he shakes his head, he’s going to say something, but you then proceed to stop the cycle in front of him and then turn to stop the one in front of you.

But since the wound in your shoulder shoots out sharp pains, that weakens you. The force of the energy was hard to hold back before, but now, you can’t hold back either of them. The force, the strain it causes makes you fall on your knees and stop your attempts right away.

“Hey—”

“I,” you groan and hold your shoulder. “I can do it. But when I say run, I mean it.” You look up and narrow your eyes on the energy in front of the Chief, you manage to stop it but only enough to get him to where you are. After that you fall on your hands and knees and let the energy surge spin again.

It’s too strong. You can’t hold it. It’s…it’s not enough. You aren’t. Now….now, it’s…the end. It terrifies you, but it needs to happen, the gate needs to be closed.

“I’m sorry,” you cry in defeat, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Sorry. I’m sorry.”

The Chief crouches and helps you to your feet before he suddenly shoves you towards the railing.

“Wh—”

“I don’t think your family or friends would think you’d be much better dead,” he cuts you off. “You have so much to live for, kid.”

You shake your head and let tears roll out of your eyes. “I’m a monster. Since the moment I was born. Let me go.”

He sighs. “You know,” he says with a smile. “You remind me of my daughter.”

You sniffle and look at his hands on your shoulders and then look up and meet his gaze with a puzzled look.

“Her name was Sara. You both have the same sparkle in your eye,” he huffs softly. “Don’t lose that kid.”

Your breath catches in your throat and your eyes soften, but as he presses you closer to the railing you’re just filled up with more confusion. You try to say something so he can elaborate what he’s doing, but he looks towards the window, he smiles softly with his eyes gleaming from tears, and nods. He keeps his eyes focused ahead for a few seconds longer and then looks back at you again.

“It’s going to be okay,” he whispers and just then the surge of energy gets louder, it spins faster until boom. A bright white flashes out and a wave of heat shoots out. You look past the Chiefs shoulder and know now that Joyce did it, she turned the weapon off.

The Chief wraps his arms around you and keeps his body in front of you to shield you from the wave of energy that is going to shoot out.

However, right before the blast can hit you, as you expect to get hit, his arms slide off your body and instead he grabs your hand and begins pulling you forward. The machine was exploding by the second though, fire kept bursting out, shaking the floor, but he moved you with him..

“Come on, down this way!” He bellows.

You don’t argue, but you do look back. That’s when you catch the fiery blast that explodes out of the machine and muster up strength and use your power to swerve part of the blast so it doesn’t hit either of you.

The explosion is still strong though so it manages to hurl you both off the railing and—

——

“y/n!”

It hurts.

“Y/N!”

It hurts. Shoulder. Head. It hurts.

“Kid! Wake up! Come on!”

A groan escapes past your lips and more blinding pain shoots out from your shoulder.

Everything is dark though.

“Y/N!” Someone yells. It sounds muffled. Distant. “Y/N!”

Out of nowhere, you begin to get shaken, it’s rough, but it’s enough to make you open your eyes and gasp for air.

“Jesus,” The Chief pants. “I thought you were gone.”

You groan and sit up slowly. “Almost.” You look around and now all you see, all that basks the room, is dim and warm hues from the small fires. The gate is slowly closing leaving the room in darkness.

“Are you—”

“I’m good,” he cuts you off. “Thanks to you.” He pushes himself up off one knee and grabs your arm to gently help the both of you up. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

You meet his gaze and nod. “Yeah.”

He lets your hand go and points to some ladders at the far end. “There. That’s our way out. Come on.”

Everything aches, every single muscle, but you fight through it. It’s hard but you both drag yourself to the ladders.

“You first,” he says when you’re in front of them. “Come on, I’m right behind you.”

You nod and wrap your hands around a step before you plant your foot on the other. Slowly but surely you repeat your actions until your hand smacks on the runway, after that you push yourself up on the runaway and scoot over to make room for the Chief.

Since you have your head down, you’re unaware of your surroundings. You actually turn and help the Chief up first. It’s not until he stiffens once he’s on the runway that you lift your head and look back, noticing soldiers in front of you. They had been waiting.

Now you should’ve stayed on your knees and not tried to fight them, but you use the little energy you have and stand up to face them.

In doing so however, they aren’t scared, one of the soldiers murmurs something you don’t understand and he smirks and laughs along with the others. He then proceeds to step aside and someone behind him catches you off guard and shoots you in the chest before you can do anything about it.

“No!” The Chief cries.

You slowly look down at your wound and raise your hands to touch it from the disbelief and the pain. You try to hold still but end up stumbling back as you get dizzy.

The Chief tries to help you, but the soldier in front of you steps forward and kicks you in the chest to knock you off the runway.

“Y/N!” The Chief yells out.

That’s the last thing you hear before you’re overwhelmed by the sound of the wind blowing past you.

Due to the shock that riddled your mind the pain doesn't register right away, but it does make falling feel like you were doing so in slow motion. You could see the top of the runway get further and further as gravity pulls you down slowly, you can even see drops of your own blood fall down with you. You see your hands reaching out for something to grab, it’s futile but it’s instinct.

It almost feels like you’re dreaming until you almost hit the ground. That’s when panic sets and lets you use your own power to get a soft landing once you hit the floor.

When you’re on the ground though, that’s when the pain from the bullet wounds wash over you, it paralyzes you, weakens you more than you already were. Now it feels hard to breathe and keep your eyes open.

There's an instant coldness that riddles your entire body, except for the parts where the blood slowly spills out from your wounds. The thick liquid blankets parts of you with a sickening warmth.

Now your entire body feels sore, your mind feels weaker than you’ve ever felt it before. But even through your weakening state diminishing by the minute, you still try to see if the Chief is still there, alive. But all you catch is the soldiers looking down at you and laughing. It’s cruel.

Neither of them even come after you. No one does. A deafening silence just keeps you company before darkness accompanies it as it swallows away the remainder of the lights that came from the small fires.

But then as all the fires burn out, something else joins the party. Stars on the black ceiling. They sparkle and dance, they make you feel content as you grow weak and begin to fade away in the lonely room.

“Pretty,” you whisper.

You blink slowly and catch a glimpse of light shining in the room, you hear muffled footsteps and shouts.

It’s them. They’re here now.

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hiiii I just found your account and I adore your writing!! Could you do something like bauman!reader x eddie, where the elder kids group has to go to Murray for some kind of help (idkkk) and her dad clocks her for having the hots for Eddie and gives her fatherly advice but he gives Eddie the advice like he gave to Jonathan and Nancy? I saw a TT earlier n got inspired to give this request! if not I totally appreciate you looking adn taking time to read this anyway!!! thank you!

Hello and thank you so much, that means a lot 💚 I LOVE this request so much, oh lord. Because I love Murray a lot and the image of him as a protective Dad who watches out for his kid, is just chef's kiss. I think I steered a little bit from this in the way the talks with both of them go, but I hope you'll still enjoy it. For the sake of this fic, let's say that Murray's home is at the edge of Hawkins, alright? Alright.

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader Word count: 4856 Warning/Tags: fluff mostly, protective Dad Murray, reader's Mum left them, maybe a bit of mutual pining Author’s note: Got a little inspiration as well from the writing prompt: "friends don't look at each other that way" because it fit sooo well Read on AO3

Go Your Own Way

It was a blessing and a curse to have Murray Bauman as a father. He was a loving Dad, always there for you when you needed him, supporting you in whatever you wanted to achieve. On the other hand, he was way too good at reading you, always knowing immediately when you were telling a lie. That was the investigative journalist in him, but he always meant well. His purpose was to protect you, after all, right? He had to be both parents for you, after your Mum left when you weren’t even eight years old, but he’d done a great job. You knew that you could talk to him about anything, even if you needed a nudge here and there to really speak the words.

In fact, your Dad had been the one to open your eyes in your last relationship. You’d had your doubts about your boyfriend’s feelings, even though he’d sworn that he loved you, but there had been that gut feeling. “Trust your gut,” was what your Dad had always told you and in this case, you’d just been afraid to find out what was going on. It had been a bit intrusive of your father to spy on your then boyfriend, but he’d only meant well, and it had spared you a lot of time in a relationship with someone who didn’t worship the ground you were walking on as Murray had phrased it. Your gut had been right, and your boyfriend had been spending time with someone else, so you’d dumped him right away without a clear explanation, just the words you know why and that was it.

He knew you better than you knew yourself. So, at the end of your school year, after you’d been walking around with a smile on your lips, always doodling in your sketchbook, he sat you down to talk.

“Sweetpea, it’s a good thing that you like someone again, means you’re moving on from that no-good-son-of-a-”

“What are you talking about?” you stopped him before he could finish. While he was right with that description, you were more curious about what he was talking about.

“You know what I’m talking about. That goofy smile on your lips, the way you always carry your sketchbook around to draw, you’ve been day-dreaming.” He counted every piece of evidence on his fingers. “Want me to keep going?”

“No… No need to.” With a defeated sigh you put the sketchbook on the table between you. A curse that he knew you so well and saw right through you.

“Has he asked you out?” Your Dad eyed your sketchbook for a moment, before he focused all his attention back on you.

“We haven’t really seen each other that much since I graduated and he didn’t.”

“He didn’t graduate?”

“No.” There was no judgement in his voice, just curiosity, but you still felt the need to defend Eddie. “He’s not stupid, just has problems concentrating. He’s very creative, reads a lot, but just not the stuff they want us to read at school. But he’s probably able to recite all of The Lord of the Rings without batting an eyelash.” You smiled to yourself, thinking back on the discussion about the trilogy that had nearly gotten you kicked out of the library.

“Alright.” Murray nodded, now reaching for your sketchbook, waiting for your permission to look at it, and you gave it to him with a nod. He was your biggest fan, always had been. “So, who’s this mysterious guy and when will I meet him?”

“Dad! It’s not like we’re dating. We know each other, have studied together a couple of times, but that’s it.”

“But you like him.”

There was no way you could deny this. Even talking about him made your heart beat faster.

“Yeah…” Still, you were a little worried about giving your father the name. He’d find out one way or another, so what was the point in keeping quiet about this. “It’s Eddie… Eddie Munson.”

“Eddie Munson… now that name sounds familiar.” You’d mentioned him before, but back then, you Dad hadn’t thought anything about it, just someone you were studying with. When he opened up your sketchbook and saw all the doodles of Eddie - nothing to worry about, just everyday situations, because you enjoyed looking at him, especially because he looked different from everyone else. “Oh no.” Your Dad looked up at you, suddenly realising just who you were talking about. “Please tell me that’s not the one!” Murray pointed one finger at a picture of Eddie in your sketchbook where he was holding a cigarette. Now, Murray didn’t have a problem with smoking in itself or alcohol - jeez, the first time you’d been drunk had been in his presence - but he’d of course heard about the rumours.

“Do you think I chose to fall for the guy out of my league?” You rolled your eyes and snatched the sketchbook from him again.

“Sorry, sweetpea, but… You know what they say about him, right?” And he wasn’t talking about the devil worshipping stuff everyone had made up, because you knew that your Dad thought that stuff like that, getting to the bottom of it, was rather interesting.

“And you know that most of that is just rumours, because people are condescending, ignorant bitches who don’t want to interact with other people, who are not exactly like them.”

“Language!” You simply raised an eyebrow at him, because he knew damn well, where you’d gotten your potty mouth from, so he pedalled back. “Right… but he’s dealing drugs, and that’s not something I want you to get involved with.”

The worry in his eyes was what got to you. You usually had an easy-going relationship, he was more of a friend to you, but when he had to, he had the role of Dad up to par.

“You know I don’t judge by looks or rumours. Couldn’t care less about them.” At least not when it came down to it, but of course the rumours about Eddie were on his mind, when Murray thought about you and him together.

“Just by people’s actions, I know.” And you Dad was right about the dealing, but he had no idea why Eddie was doing it. You’d gotten a glimpse at that, but you two didn’t know each other well enough to talk about all that kind of stuff. Though he’d told you that he was living with his uncle because his parents hadn’t cared about him, just like your mother hadn’t cared enough about you to stay or even visit you.

“Exactly.” Murray got up and sat down beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “I just don’t want you to get your heart broken again, you know? And he looks like heartbreak on a stick to me.”

You had to chuckle at your father’s words, because you knew what a gentleman Eddie was, that he always put others first, took care of his friends… Traits your father would love about him, but you knew that it wasn’t easy, that he worried about you more than he liked to admit. But ever since you’d been out of school, you hadn’t seen him around much, because you were still trying to figure out what to do, where to go - though you really diN’t want to leave your Dad alone here in Hawkins - while Eddie repeated the year again. You got a job at Family Video along with Steve and Robin, whom you knew through school as well, but apart from that, you still had to figure out where your life was headed.

“And just so you know, he is not out of your league.”

—

A couple of months passed after that conversation, until you found yourself in the current situation, with Eddie in your kitchen right next to you.

When the doorbell rang, you walked straight up to it, bowl of ice-cream in your hand.

“Wait! Let me check who that is first!” Your father yelled from the other room, making sure to take a look at the screens. You’d always thought that it was a little over the top to watch the front door with cameras, but after what had happened here in Hawkins, what your father had let you in on, you could understand the cautiousness, but he’d been like that even before.

“That’s Wheeler!” he yelled again, practically giving you the go to open the door.

Nancy had been here a few times now, so it wasn’t unusual that she showed up, though she’d always called ahead before. When you opened the door, spoon hanging from your lips, ready to ask Nancy to come inside, you were caught off-guard by four people standing there - and you knew all of them.

Taking the spoon out of your mouth and putting it back in the bowl, you scanned their faces, but your heart practically jumped when you saw Eddie among them. You’d seen each other casually on the street, at Family Video, had even chatted now and then, but this… this was something else. Sure, you’d tried to forget about him, but your heart clearly hadn’t done that.

“Y/N?” Eddie asked, visibly surprised to see you here. The others had told them that they needed Murray’s help. If they’d mentioned his last name, Eddie would have known that this was your house, because Bauman wasn’t exactly a name you came across very often.

“Um… Hi!” You were visibly confused to see Steve and Robin there as well, who were giving you a little wave to say hello.

“Hi! Is Murray here? We really need to talk to him.” Nancy smiled at you, but you could see that she was tensing up. There was something going on, otherwise she wouldn’t show up here with the other three.

“Yeah, come on in.” You opened the door wide for them to enter and lead the way to the living room. “DAD! You have visitors!”

“Murray is your Dad?” Steve asked curiously, looking around a little.

“Does it take you that long to connect the dots?” Robin shook her head at him, grinning to herself. Of course, she’d figured that out a long time ago.

“Yeah, I take more after my… mother.” Which was good for you, but it also hurt sometimes when you looked in the mirror.

“Kids!” Murray greeted them as he entered the living room, his smile faltering a little, when his eyes landed on Eddie. He’d met the others but Eddie was a new edition, and you hadn’t known that as well.

“Murray! Good, we really need your help.” Nancy quickly got his attention and guided the others to sit down with her as well. She got out her notebook and whatever else she’d brought. It was really none of your business so you left them alone and walked into the open kitchen to give them some privacy. You didn’t want to spy on them after all, but you also didn’t want to withdraw yourself completely. This was still your home, and you’d been drawing on the kitchen table, just taking a little break for some ice-cream. Your supplies were spread out on the table, and you were glad that you’d only drawn the outlines of your newest piece after Eddie had preoccupied your dreams last night, so you had to get that down on paper, because no other than the man himself walked up to you.

“Hey you,” he said with a smile, leaning against the counter right next to you. “Haven’t seen you around in a bit.”

“What? You miss me?”

“What if I do?”

His words caught you off guard, and you nearly choked on your ice-cream. Was he being serious? You had no chance to ask, though, when he pushed away from the counter again to take a look at your drawings.

“What’cha drawing?” His fingertips touched the paper, pushed it aside to reveal the finished one beneath it, and what he saw really made his eyes widen. Shit. You’d forgotten about the one you’d done before, of him from behind, the vest a clear indicator of who that was.

“Just what I dreamed about last night.” You put your bowl aside and stepped up to him, quickly taking the finished picture out of his hands, trying to hide it, but it was no use since he’d already seen it.

“You dreaming about me?” Eddie quirked an eyebrow at you, reaching for your hands to get that picture back, but you held it behind your back. “Aw come on, that picture is really good! Can I keep it?”

He wanted what? You’d expected a different kind of reaction, but this was… rather sweet.

“You really want this?” Was he mocking you? You had to make sure, because there was this little voice in your head that told you that he wasn’t being serious.

“Yes! Never seen a better picture of myself if I’m being honest. That’s really flattering, y/n.” When you held your hand out to him, Eddie took the picture from you and smiled. A genuine, warm smile that made your stomach flip, made you bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling like an idiot.

“And I did miss you,” Eddie clarified, brushing his fingers over yours, but you slowly pulled back. The air was thick between you, and you felt like you couldn’t really breathe with him so close, so you leaned back against the counter, catching your father’s eyes across the rooms, because he kept watching you. Nancy had to pull his attention back to what she was showing him multiple times.

“I missed you, too,” you admitted, even though you knew that this wasn’t a good idea. Still, you had to admire the courage he had in sharing this information pretty much right in front of your father.

“Why are you here?” you asked, trying to divert the attention to something else, looked over to where the other three were sitting, now deep in conversation with your Dad.

“We… found something and we need your Dad’s Russian knowledge.” Eddie looked over at the others for a moment as well, before he focused his attention back on you. Seeing you here had taken him off guard as well. He’d asked Steve and Robin when you were working so that he could come by Family Video then, get a chance to talk to you, but lately, his timing had been off. Everything would have been easier if he’d just managed to ask you out, but every single time, he’d worked up the courage, something had happened. You’d had to leave, the telephone had rung, like someone, something didn’t want him to spend time with you.

“Heard a lot of awesome things about your Dad.” That he was a bit crazy as well, but that was coming from people, who’d fought God knows what. Crazy might actually be good then.

“Yeah, he’s wonderful.” You smiled at Eddie. “A little eccentric as people like to call him, but I couldn’t wish for a better Dad.”

“You two close then?”

“Very. It sounds like a cliche, but he’s my best friend.” That was why you valued his opinion so much, and you thought about the conversation you’d had about Eddie.

“That sounds great.” Eddie really thought so, and he loved the way you talked about your Dad. He talked about Wayne the same way, the one person who’d been like a father to him. His real parents weren’t part of his life anymore.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you, y/n.” It was serious when he used your name instead of calling you princess or darling. “Actually been trying to ask you ever since you graduated… probably longer.” Eddie was nervous, you could see it in the way he twirled one of his rings, the way his foot tapped the linoleum beneath you. His hand reached out to touch you, his fingertips touching yours while your hands dangled next to each other. You didn’t pull back when he wrapped his fingers around yours, because it felt way too good, electricity running all the way up your arm. “I was wondering… if you might wanna go out with me? There’s an art exhibition in Indianapolis next week, and I thought you might want to check that out. Preferably with me.”

The smile he gave you nearly made your knees weak. Eddie was more into music than into art, but he knew that you were. Once you’d spent half an hour telling him how much you loved van Gogh’s work, and he’d kept that in mind. And while you really wanted to go, scream yes at the top of your lungs, you had to turn him down.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t really have time and all that…” A stupid excuse, but you couldn’t tell him that you didn’t want to go, because that would be a lie. It was because of the talk you’d had with your Dad before.

“Eddie?” Nancy poked her head through the open door, and you could see the concerned look on your Dad’s face straight away, so you took a step towards the table to gather your stuff. It was probably better when you retreated to your room.

“Sorry to interrupt!”

“It’s okay, we were done talking anyway,” you said with a smile and brushed past them to get to your room. Nancy’s eyes followed you, but then she levelled a look at Eddie, who immediately held up his hands.

“I asked her out, Nance, and she said it’s not a good idea. Guess I’ll just give up.” Eddie tried to smile, but failed. He’d liked you ever since you’d started studying together, but back then, he hadn’t had the courage to ask you out. After school, he’d thought that you’d go off to college, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t tried to ask you out, he’d just never been able to get the words out. He’d talked to Nancy about this, so today was the opportunity. And now he stood here defeated.

“I know for a fact that she likes you, so I don’t understand why she would turn you down.” Yes, you’d confided in her, had also told her about the talk you’d had with your father, so Nancy figured that that must have been the reason.

“Just… leave it at that, Nancy. It’s alright.” A crushed ego, yes, but he didn’t want to think about that anymore right now. After all, they had come here for something completely different, and so he gently pushed Nancy in the direction of the table in the living room where they could tell Eddie what they’d come up with, not that he was able to pay that much attention, but he tried his best.

They sat there for another half hour approximately until they were finished.

“Thanks Murray, that really helped,” Robin said with a grin. She would have needed days for the translation, and that wouldn’t have solved everything, so Murray’s help had been much appreciated.

“No problem, kids.” He’d grown quite fond of them if he was honest, though he didn’t always know how to show it. “And now to you.” His eyes landed on Eddie.

“What about me?” Oh, he had a really good idea what he wanted to talk or ask about, and while everything in him wanted to run away, get out of the window and walk all the home if he had to, he stayed.

“You and my daughter.” Murray leaned forward a little, not really intimidating, more curious. The other three sat there quietly, knowing that this wasn’t their conversation. Nancy had been in that same position before, and she knew that Murray was able to read people so well, just like he#d done with Jonathan and here - and that had been the gentle nudge they’d needed to admit their feelings.

“There’s nothing going on.” Eddie had to make that clear, and it was the truth. “We’re just… friends I guess.” Yes, he’d asked you out, but he’d always liked you as a person, and was hoping that this wouldn’t stand between you now, that you’d still be able to treat each other normally, now that he knew that you weren’t feeling the same way.

“Friends don’t look at each other that way.” Murray couldn’t help but smile. Yes, he’d talked to you about Eddie but that was before he’d seen the two of you interact. Of course, he’d paid attention, and the way Eddie had made you smile, the very gentle touch of his hands, the way he’d looked at you all the time… Murray knew that look. Nancy had told him before that Eddie was a good guy, just different, with different interests, which wasn’t a bad thing. He’d needed to see that for himself. The way Eddie had looked at you, acted around you, had told him everything he’d needed to know.

“It’s the same way Nancy and Jonathan looked at each other.” Murray grinned to himself, proud of bringing these two together, because he definitely took credit for that.

“Leave me out of this!” Nancy nudged him, but kept her eyes on Eddie, who’s cheeks had definitely taken on a different colour by now. She’d told him that before, so she really didn’t know why you’d turned him down.

“I’m telling you, there’s nothing going on.” Eddie really wished he could just get out of this situation, especially with the other three around. So far, he’d told Nancy, but neither Robin nor Steve had known up until now. They’d guessed that much, though, but had never said a word.

“But you want to go out with y/n.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement, because Murray might not have heard what the two of you had been talking about, he’d seen the way you’d acted.

“Well…” This was your Dad he was talking to, which made the situation so awkward, that Eddie felt at a loss for words.

“Yes he does.” Nancy answered for him, sick of this back and forth that wouldn’t lead anywhere. “And you want to know why she said no to him…?”

Now it was Murray’s turn to open and close his mouth again, because he hadn’t expected that from Nancy, but he also knew what she was talking about.

“What do you mean?” Eddie looked between Nancy and Murray, trying to follow. Meanwhile Steve and Robin were both wishing for a bucket of Popcorn to enjoy this show even more. It was always nice when you weren’t in the middle of everything that was going on for once.

“Look,” Murray started, then thought for a moment. He didn’t have to tell him everything, did he? Well… “When y/n admitted that she liked you, I might have told her to stay away. Which wasn’t against you in general just… a father looking out for his daughter.”

Oh Eddie knew about his reputation, about all the things that were being said about him.

“If you really think, I worship the devil, then you’re-”

“Nope, not at all. And even if you did… that would actually be kind of interesting.” Murray’s words made Eddie chuckle. Now, that wasn’t the kind of reaction he’d expected at all. “She got her heart broken before, and she doesn’t do well with abandonment.” Your mother, Eddie knew about that. “Actually something you two have in common.”

“Shared trauma,” Nancy provided, using the same words Murray had used for her and Jonathan, and he’d been right.

“Exactly.” Murray grinned to himself before he looked back at Eddie. “I might have fucked that one up for you.” But still… “Didn’t think you’d give up that easily, though.”

“Who says I am?” Eddie felt a surge of confidence, now that he knew that you hadn’t turned him down because you didn’t like him, but because of something else. So he got up from the couch and walked around the couch.

“Last room on the left,” Murray called after him, a grin spreading on his lips.

“You really have a… special way with people.” Nancy shook her head, but tried to hide her smile behind the glass of water.

“Can’t blame me for looking out for my daughter.”

No, she really couldn’t, but she was glad that he’d finally seen what kind of person Eddie was, that his interest in you was genuine, and that he deserved a chance.

Eddie took a deep breath before he knocked on your door. After he heard your come in, he slipped through the door, closing it behind him again, so that the others and your father wouldn’t come snooping around, because they liked to do that - all four of them.

“Eddie!” Your surprise was visible as you scrambled from lying on your stomach into a sitting position on top of your bed. Photos and pictures you’d painted covered your walls. There was a corner where you stashed your art supplies, and another one with a dressing table, clothes discarded on top of a chair, including some underwear. God, this was mortifying, but Eddie didn’t seem to notice.

“So…” he started, leaning back against the door, letting his eyes roam just for a second before he focused on you again. “I had a little talk with your Dad. Or rather he did a lot of talking.”

“Oh God… Yeah, he tends to do that.” You scooted to the edge of the bed, letting your legs dangle off of it. You could feel your heart beat so hard in your chest, so loud that you were sure he was able to hear it. “But he usually means well.”

“He did.” The corners of his lips curled up, because as uncomfortable as he’d first felt in that situation, the outcome had led him here into your room - with Murray’s blessing. “He said that he noticed the way we look at each other and that friends don’t look at each other like that.”

Your father had what? Was that the same person that had told you to stay away from Eddie?

“So is he right?” Eddie took a step closer to your bed, and another one, until he was standing right in front of you. “Because he’s certainly right about me.” Why should he deny that when he’d already asked you out? That had definitely been a clear indicator that he liked you.

For a few seconds, you were quiet, looking straight through him, but then you got up to look him in the eyes.

“Yeah he’s right. He is so good at reading people it’s sometimes scary.” You were used to it, but when he did that with people he hardly knew, it was really something else.

“Definitely,” Eddie had to agree, gaining more of his confidence back the more you talked, and so he reached for your hand just like he’d done in the kitchen before. Calloused fingers wrapped around your own, and you squeezed his hand in return. “So you turned me down because…”

“I think you already know.” You sighed and felt stupid, but your Dad’s opinion was important to you, and you didn’t want to disappoint him. You’d never be able to do that because he loved you to bits, but you still worried now and then.

“What if I ask again?” He brought your hand up to his lips, brushed his lips over your knuckles keeping eye-contact with you. “Would you like to go to that art exhibition with me?”

“But you’re not interested in that.” You cocked your head to the side, feeling the goosbumps run up your arm.

“But I’m interested in you, and I want to learn about the things you like.”

It was probably one of the most romantic things anyone had ever told you, so you leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“I’d love to go.”

“Great!” His excitement lit up his whole face, which you loved to see. “Sunday?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up around noon.”

You talked a moment longer, before Eddie had to leave. The others were already waiting for him, but he kissed the back of your hand before he left your room, leaving you with a big smile on your lips.

It didn’t take long for your Dad to knock on the open door and poke his head in.

“Hey kiddo… We good?”

You could see the worry in his eyes, because he’d made this much harder for Eddie and you than it could have been, but in the end, you’d finally talked about this, and you’d have your first date with him as well.

“Yeah…” Your smile stayed in place as you walked over to your father to hug him tight. “You’re an idiot, but I still love you.”

“Yeah I am.” Still he smiled, pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He was happy for you, glad to see you smiling like this after quite some time, but he’d still let Eddie’s body vanish into thin air, if he ever broke your heart.

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broken-ghost · 2 years ago

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Inbox is Open for Requests!

I typically write female reader out of habit so if you would prefer gender neutral or male reader please specify and you got it !

Fluff, Angst, Smut, I’m open for anything.

All requests welcome but if you are looking for prompts here’s the Latest Prompt List: First Kiss Prompts

Masterlist

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Fandoms/Characters I write for:

Stranger Things: Jim Hopper, Dmitri Antonov, Joyce Byers, Murray Bauman, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove, Alexei Smirnoff

Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit: Thorin, Thranduil, Legolas, Elrond, Boromir, Kili, Fili, Bofur, Aragorn, Celeborn, Bilbo, Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, Eowyn, Arwen

Obey Me!: Lucifer, Diavolo, Mammon, Beelzabub

Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul: Hank Schrader, Lalo Salamanca, Nacho Vargo, Jesse Pinkman, Howard Hamlin, Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman

Game of Thrones: Jamie Lannister, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Jorah Mormont, Sandor Clegane, Tormund Giantsbane, Stannis Baratheon, Bronn of the Blackwater, Gendry Baratheon, Jaqen H'ghar (This is the only fandom I’m open to writing character x character pairings in so feel free to send those as well)

The Boys: Homelander, Queen Maeve, Billy Butcher, Soldier Boy, Mother’s Milk, Frenchie

Squid Game: Seong Gi-hun, Cho Sang-woo, Hwang Jun-ho, Sae-byeok, Jang Deok-su, Salesman, Front Man

The Hollows/Rachel Morgan Series: Trent Kalamack, Rachel Morgan, Ivy Tamwood, Algaliarept “Al”, Rynn Cormel, Stanley Saladan, Kisten Felps, David Hue

#fan fiction #stranger things fanfiction #the lord of the rings fanfiction #the hobbit fanfiction #Tolkein FanFiction #obey me fanfiction #better call Saul FanFiction #breaking bad fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfiction #the boys fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #the hollows FanFiction #the hollows reader insert #squid game FanFiction #squid game reader insert

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 2 years ago

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Alex’s Christmas Sleepover 2022!!!

Okay, okay, sooooo

Last year I started this way too late and I also, like, completely failed and didn’t get any of my story requests done, so I greatly apologize for that 😅😅😅 BUT to @shadyrunawaykingdom, @corner-emo, and @sevenmillionpsychos, if you still want the same stories that you requested previously, I will write them this year and they will be the very first stories that I put out from this. If you want a new story instead, just let me know and I’ll do that instead. If you’d like to request another story along with your previous one, that’s perfectly fine, just know that your new story requests will go into whatever list I have going after your previous requests are done. If you need a reminder on what story you requested last year, let me know and I’ll tell you!!

So, now, here’s how things will go. Below, I’ll have listed the characters that I’m currently comfortable writing for categorized by fandoms, as well as different symbols relating to christmas and whatnot. You get to choose if you want a moodboard or story (if you pick story, you automatically get a moodboard as well, please keep that in mind), as well as what character or characters you’d like in it. If you want a story, you get to choose what type of story (smut, angst, fluff, comfort, etc. as well as any combinations - any characters I list that are canonically younger than 18, I will be aging up unless you ask for a scenario that requires them to be younger, just no asking for there to be smut while the character isnt aged up to 18+) as well as if you’d like a shorter story (Around 500-1,500 words) or a longer story (Around 2,000+). You then get to also add in any of the christmas symbols that I list and voila. I shall create something for you 😌

I do ask that you go through this whole post in order to create your request. Also, if you want a specific version of a character (ie, Emo!Wanda Maximoff, Dark!Lizzie Saltzman, Season 3!Eddie Munson, etc., etc..), then please let me know!! You can just fill out the information below and let me fill in the blanks with whatever comes to my mind or you can give me a specific scenario along with the other things as well, it's entirely up to you!!

Duration: 12/08/22 - 01/31/23

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Ships:

[Polyamorous ships are allowed for both of the following]

📖 - Character(s) x Reader (Please specify platonic or romantic)

👩 - Female, Transfemale

👨‍🦱 - Male, Transmale

🏳️‍🌈 - Enby, Other (Please specify)

🚢 - Character(s) x Character(s) (Please specify platonic or romantic)

Characters:

[Crossovers are allowed!!]

MCU:

✪ - Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

⍟ - Steve Rogers/Captain America

⎊ - Tony Stark/Iron Man

⧗ - Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

४ - Loki Odinson

🕸️ - Peter Parker/Spiderman

➳ - Clint Barton/Hawkeye

ᱬ - Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

⩔ - Sam Wilson/The Falcon/Captain America

🥂 - Pepper Potts

🔫 - Yelena

🏹 - Kate

🥥 - Bruce Banner/Hulk

🍄 - Jen Walters/She-Hulk

🪄 - Dr. Stephan Strange

🔨 - Thor Odinson

🐍 - Sylvie Laufeydottir

🦯 - Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Stranger Things:

🌼 - Robin Buckley

🐉 - Mike Wheeler

🤱 - Steve Harrington

📷 - Jonathan Byers

📒 - Nancy Wheeler

🍃 - Argyle

🍁 - Gareth Emerson

🧠 - Dustin Henderson

👮‍♂️ - Jim Hopper

🎸 - Eddie Munson

😇 - Joyce Byers

🏀 - Lucas Sinclair

👙 - Karen Wheeler

🦸‍♀️ - El/Jane Hopper

🎶 - Max Mayfield

💏 - Will Byers

📣 - Chrissy Cunningham

🇷🇺 - Dmitri Antonio

🥃 - Murray Bauman

Lucifer:

😈 - Lucifer Morningstar

🥀 - Rory Morningstar

👑 - Chloe Decker

🚓 - Dan

🥽 - Ella

💼 - Charlette

🔪 - Mazikeen Smith

🍎 - Eve

🎓 - Linda Martin

📿 - Amenadiel

The Originals:

🐺 - Klaus Mikaelson

⚖️ - Elijah Mikaelson

🪞 - Rebekah Mikaelson

🧿 - Freya Mikaelson

🪬 - Vincent

🔮 - Davina Claire

🗝️ - Camille O'Connell

👠 - Hayley Marshall

🏏 - Kol Mikaelson

🎀 - Aurora

🧨 - Keelin

🧬 - Marcel

Legacies:

⛓️ - Penelope Park

🧳 - Josie Saltzman

🗡️ - Hope Mikaelson

🧭 - Cleo

🚨 - Ethan

🚀 - MG

🎠 - Lizzie Saltzman

🥊 - Jed

♟️ - Ben

🎩 - Landon Kirby

🎸 - Finch

🔥 - Kaleb

For:

✍ - Story

Length:

📈 - Long

📉 - Short

Type/Genre:

😘 - Smut

🥰 - Fluff

🥺 - Comfort

😔 - Angst

💀 - Dark

🗡 - Mafia

😊 - Cute

😍 - Flirty

🌇 - City

🌄 - Country

🏖 - Vacation

💒 - Married/Wedding

💍 - Engaged

🐹 - Pets

😝 - Silly/Weird/Crack

😴 - Sleepy

🤒 - Sick

🥳 - Party

🤰 - Pregnancy

🛍 - Shopping

🍼 - Baby/Kids

⚔ - Era AU (Specify which, please, 1800s, 1860s, 1940s, 1980s, etc.)

🏍 - Bikers

👻 - Spooky

🦇 - Vampires

🎒 - K-12

🏫 - College

These were all the ones I could think of, but if you had others in mind, that's perfectly fine as well!

Remember, you can put together as much as you want as long as it makes sense!!!

🖼 - Moodboard

📸 - Number of Pictures

🌈 - Color(s) Theme

🧱 - Background Color

🚫 - No Background Color

Christmas Symbols:

🎄 - Decorated Christmas Tree

🌲 - Non-Decorated Tree

🎁 - Presents

🎅 - Santa Claus

🤶 - Mrs. Claus

🧑‍🎄 - Elves

🎶 - Caroling

🕯 - Christmas Lights

⭐ - Stars

❄ - Winter

☃️ - Snowman

🌿 - Mistletoe

🔥 - Fireplace

🍽 - Food

🍪 - Desserts

🦌 - Reindeer

🛷 - Sled

🧤 - Gloves

👒 - Hats

😌 - Blankets

👕 - Sweaters

🎂 - Holiday Desserts

☕️ - Hot Chocolate/Apple Cider

🌨 - White Christmas

⛸️ - Ice Skating

🧣 - Scarf

Again, if you can think of any others that you would like to use, I am perfectly fine with that!!

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Guys, you can request as many stories as you want, just remember that these things all take time!!! Just let me know what your requesting in a reply, ask, reblog, dm, etc. Anything at all!! Just please let me know!! And if you have any questions, definitely feel free to ask me!!!

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odetodilfs · 2 years ago

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I write smut for... Any Pedro pascal character Steve Murphy (Narcos)

McCree (Overwatch) Soldier (Overwatch) Wagner (Genshin Impact) Ghost (COD) Cyrus (Genshin Impact) Namor (Marvel)

Please be specific in requests, who tops, who bottoms, kinks you want, etc, if you wanna leave it up to me that's fine, but please mention it.

Stranger Things ships I write fluff for: Jopper Byler Jargyle Steddie Jancy Ronance

Henderhop

Lumax Rockie Murrlexei Genshin Impact: No smut for any, but here are the ships I write fluff/sfw head canons for: Jeanlisa Ganqing Cynonari Kaebedo Eulamber Beiguang Kazutomo Yoiyaka (Ayamiya) Thomato Eimiko Dehya x Dunyarzard (or Nilou!) Rannett Tartali (Zhongchi) Xingyun Xinyan x Yun Jin Xiaother Yanlan (Yanfei x Yelan) Shenlan Ittorou Kokosara

#jim hopper #jim hopper headcanons #jim hopper smut #jim hopper fluff #jim hopper x male reader #genshin impact #genshin ships #ganqing #eimiko #jeanlisa #murray bauman #Murray x male reader #enzo x male reader #male reader

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usetheeauthor · 2 years ago

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Just Share The Damn Bed (Smut) +18

TouchStarved!Murray Bauman x Dark!Fem!Reader

Summary: You’ve got serious daddy issues. But is it really a bad thing? Especially if it allows you to be bold enough to seek a new daddy in your whacky mentor, Murray Bauman. You visit his home in hopes of showing him how badly you want him.

Word Count: 6.8k+

A/N: Oh, Boy. This is a long one. DARK FIC. The reader is an unhinged stalker with daddy issues and obsessed with Murray. It has slight elements of Stephen King’s “Misery” and Netflix’s “You” just because of the crazy stalker dynamics. Hear me out! This dilf right here can give great dick. I have no doubts about it. So this will be FILTHY AF AND FUCKED UP because I know this grumpy teddy bear 🧸 will make sure his woman is taken care of because he’s such a pleaser. Ya’ll gotta give my boy some love.

TW/Warnings: slight NON CON, DUB CON, mentor/apprentice relationship, mentions of stalking, constant unwanted sexual advances, graphic language, dry humping, alcohol consumption, marijuana use, Murray speaks some Russian, emotional abuse (reader threatens self harm), threats of harming others, exhibitionism, footjob, ddlg, spit kink, 69, doggystyle, reader getting folded like a pretzel 😊, passionate/rough p in v sex, hand over mouth during sex, breeding kink, creampie, body/body hair worship, cock worship, light brat/brat tamer, light sub/dom elements, praise kink, Murray’s chain 🤤, age gap (Murray 40, Reader 20+), cuddles, kissing, aftercare, reader needs therapy, past child neglect

You’ve always had a fascination with Murray Bauman. As an aspiring investigative journalist yourself, when you first read his article on the strange disappearance of Barbara Holland, you appreciated the fact that he didn’t shy away from calling out the ones hiding in the shadows and covering up these events.

You made it your goal to find him when he’d gone off the map. You were always so good at tracking people down it’d been in no time when you found his secluded warehouse. When you met him in person, you’d sat in his couch looking up at him in eager admiration. You’re hopes were to gain some knowledge as a young college student, planning on making a big statement in the media world. Then, you were instantly drawn to his eccentricity. You liked older men but he was different from the men you’d usually mess around with. He’s intelligent, quirky, caring, and brave. So many qualities that you found to be so attractive.

Murray had trust issues; a thing most people working in the investigative field obtain. Especially when he’s written work that has exposed a lot of important people possibly looking to retaliate. When Murray finally took you under his wing and allowed himself to confide in you, you knew that he’d fully trusted you by then.

Tonight you needed him. Bad. More than anything else at the moment. You’ve waited patiently. You’ve witnessed him set up couples like Jonathan and Nancy and even Hopper and Joyce with little regard for his own love life. But you noticed the way his hands would linger over yours as if it craved just a millisecond more of the heat your skin gave off. You could tell that he spent restless nights in bed wanting someone to fill the empty space next to him. You’ll be that someone. You’ll let him use you however you wanted. All that you will asked of him is that he will love you.

He’s been avoiding you though. Ever since, you showed up to his home unannounced in an attempt to seduce him, he’s been distant. He stressed keeping things professional between you two but if he knew just how good you’d be for him, he’d never push you away again.

Tonight you were going to show him your absolute devotion to him. You were a nice blue dress that accentuate your curves and underneath: a lacy white thong.

You knocked on his door. Bottle of vodka in one hand and a joint in the fist of the other. After a long wait, Murray had answered the door.

“Oh, hey,” Murray says, genuinely surprised. He gestures you to come in. You walk in noticing that he’s in the middle of cooking. ‘Perhaps for a hot date.’ You fumed. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here tonight. Hadn’t seen you in days so I figured you’d long forgotten me.”

“You’d have known if you weren’t ignoring my calls.” You retort, plopping yourself on his couch.

Murray hangs his head low. “Right. Uhh. I’m really sorry about that. I just——”

“No, it’s fine really,” You interrupt. “I was a bit forward. But I don’t like that you’ve been avoiding me. I still want to us to be friends. I know I’ve made it awkward between us. I just didn’t expect that it would cause you to stay away. I’ve been wanting to hang out but you’ve never been available.”

“That’s because I was just really busy all week. I wasn’t avoiding you,” He defends. So he wasn’t a complete liar but he was a liar, nonetheless. He was busy but he’d purposefully kept himself busy so he couldn’t face you. You knew this because you kept up with his schedule and his whereabouts. “I wanted to make time for you,” He catches himself and quickly tacks on. “To help you with that paper.”

“I finished the paper. It was so good in fact that the’d like to give me a full ride to their university in New York.”

His eyes widened, arms crossed, and mouth hung open before curling into a smile. “Really?! That’s phenomenal! You must be super excited.”

“I was. Then I told my father and my mood completely went sour. He never gives me credit for anything I do. Not a congratulations. Not an ‘I’m proud of you’ speech. Just a shrug and went right back to drinking and watching sports.”

Your parents were neglectful. Mother having abandoned you before you could even walk. Father practically inactive and deadbeat. He only care to gamble on sports and drink. He never care for your well-being or your whereabouts. You had to grow up rather quickly to survive your situation. When he learned of your plan to pursue journalism instead of nursing, he denounced you as his own child, letting it slip one day that he never wanted you in his life.

You couldn’t care less that he was now drinking himself to death, poisoning his own liver. You’d forget him. You have plans for a new life and it all begins with the man in your presence right now.

“The goddamn bastard.” Murray sits on the couch seat beside you, a hand on your knee.

“I came here to celebrate my success with you. I won’t be staying in this dump of a town anymore so I wanted to thank you for making it all bearable. I got some alcohol, some weed——”

“Weed?! Look…I’d love to celebrate with you but it’ll probably have to be tomorrow. I’m having someone over…” Murray begins. Your heart drops into your stomach. “My mother,” Murray finishes and you could finally breathe again. “She’s pestered me forever about never coming to visit her. And I decided it was a bright idea for her to come visit me instead. Although I didn’t exactly think of the horrifying implications of her knowing where I live. Sweet woman but can be prone to extreme decorating.”

You didn’t know much about his mother. You’d picked up some clues that they were close. You’d also understood that she would call his phone a lot to the point where she would he’d left a voicemail about the times between the day when she could call also a symptom of Murray’s paranoia.

You laugh. “Extreme decorating?”

“Yes. It’s a very real condition. One moment, my place’ll look like this then the next I’m walking into what looks like a show room and somehow she’s got a whole team of interior designers under her. It’s an interesting sight.”

“She sounds lovely. I think we’d get along fine.”

“You mean, you want to stay and meet her? Are you sure? She can be quite intimidating. Especially if she gets the wrong idea about us.”

“I’m from Chicago, Bauman. Nothing scares me anymore.”

“Well, if you do plan on staying, may I please ask that you get rid of the pot?”

“I was just thinking that.” You stood up, pulling the lighter from the pocket of your coat before heading back to seat next to Murray. You flicker for the fire, lighting up the joint and taking a deep inhale. You pressed your thumb and index on each side of his cheek making his lips form an ‘o’ then blowing the smoke directly in his mouth for him to inhale. Your lips a few inches away.

“My mother will be here in 30 minutes. Not because she lives far. She just loves to window shop. If we subtract that, then she’ll be here in 10 minutes. I can’t be stoned out of my mind around her.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“I’ve never smoked marijuana.”

You shot him a look, unconvinced.

“Okay. I have. But it was back then. Woodstock days, ya know. Only did it for a fun time to blend in with the masses. Pot was a lot less potent those days and I was tripping balls. I can only imagine how much of a fool I’d make of myself now.”

You scoot closer to him. “Maybe you were with the right crowd. The ones who you know would take care of you when you’re out of it. I’ll take care of you.” You hand the joint over to him. He hesitates but takes the joint and takes his puffs.

“We can finish this off and then I’ll help you cook and set up,” You assured him. He nods, letting himself relish in the effects of the joint. You can’t help but smile at how relaxed he looks. You love the moments where he choose to be vulnerable. “See doesn’t that feel good.”

“Yeah, it actually does. It’s calmed my nerves by a mile.”

“What would the fantastic Murray Bauman be nervous about?”

He looks at you for a split second then looks away handing you the joint. “It’s nothing. Just anxious to see my mother. She’s wanted me to settle down, have some kids, be something…Feel like I’ve failed in all those departments.”

“No way! She’d be so proud of you. Something my father couldn’t even fake in my case. Your mother clearly loves you based off the countless times I’ve seen her call you,” And she does call a lot. Based off the evidence you’d retrieved when you went through his house phone’s call history. “And if you hadn’t written that story about Hawkins Laboratory, I’d of never had the courage to continue pursuing my career. You’re more influential and successful than you think. In fact, I’ll even brag to your mother about how great you are even though she’ll already know that.”

“Thanks. You really know how to make an old hermit feel better,” He smiles widely. “And don’t let your father get to you about your career path. You did what you love. That’s all that matters. Screw ‘em.”

‘Screw me.’ You pleaded in your mind.

“You know I could use some cheering up, too.” You say after another drag of the joint.

“How can I be of assistance? I’ve got dad jokes galore.” He jokes.

You climb onto his lap, settling your core over his crotch. He looks up at you, confused. “I don’t need a dad. I need a daddy.”

He chokes on his spit. “Pardon?”

You put out the joint on the ashtray. “My father couldn’t give me any credit for my hard work. Even if he did I wouldn’t of cared because I’d feel more accomplished if it were you praising me instead. So please, daddy, tell me I did a good job.”

Murray is speechless, bumbling out incoherent sentences that were meant to protest this interaction.

“Tell me I’m your good girl.” You stroked his beard, moving your hips to grind lightly against the bulge forming in his pants.

“My mother will be showing up soon,” His voice is high-pitched as if he’s keeping himself from moaning. “Perhaps, ya know, we should talk this through first.”

“I won’t get off you until you tell me something. Anything. I want to know I did good.” You needed the validation from him so badly or you’d ask the world to swallow you whole.

“You…did…good. So fucking good.” He pants out. Each time your core would pass over the clothed sensitive tip of his dick, it would further take his breath away.

You move your lips so that they ghosted over his before swiping your tongue over his lips. He parts them, giving you access to slip your tongue in. You both moan into the kiss and you ground harder against him.

Your hands grip as his dark locks and he groans against your mouth at the action. His hands had palms-full of your ass cheeks guiding you over his hardness. You deepen the kiss wanting to commit his taste to memory.

Beep!Beep!Beep!

The fire detector goes off. Light smoke fills the air. Murray breaks the kiss and you whine at the loss. He lifts you off his lap and you take a moment to relish in his strength and the way his firm hands gripped your waist before plopping you down on your original seat. He runs towards the kitchen.

You sigh, wanting to through a fit at the interruption. Instead, you stood up and made your way over to kitchen as well.

“Everything okay?” You questioned.

“Yeah. Luckily, I caught it on time,” He shakes his head in disapproval. “Might be a little over done. Mother’s not gonna be happy when she sees her recipe butchered this way.”

“I’m sure it’s still delicious. I’ll begin setting up the table. And you could do anything you can to salvage this meal. Deal?” You wink and smile.

“Deal.” He smiles back.

This was the glimpse of a life you could have with him. Sweet and domestic. His mother would be proud to know Murray has a woman who cares so much for him. You were sure she’d like you.

Immediately after you’d set the table, a knock is on the door. Murray double check through his security measures before confirming it’s his mother then answered the door.

“Look at my handsome man.” The woman exclaims, putting her arms out for an embrace. Murray’s mother was quite elegant looking. She was youthful looking for her age. The warm smile she carried and the lavender cardigan and white pants combo accentuating her youth.

“Mom! Glad you made it safe. I know the cold weather’s been a little brutal. It’s great seeing you. Come on in. Dinner’s soon to be served, ” He takes her things and coat. “Also I’d like for you to meet my…friend, Y/N. I’m mentoring her. She’s a writer like me.”

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Bauman.” You smiled.

“And it’s pleasure meeting you as well. Gosh, you’re so beautiful. I assumed Murray would’ve introduce you as his girlfriend.”

You giggled at her commment. ‘So she too can see how good I’d be for you. If only you did, too.’

“Mom.” Murray sighs.

“I’m only teasing.” She laughs.

He escorts her to the kitchen, pulling out a chair for her to sit. “I made risotto, mom.”

“Sound delicious,” She beams before turning his attention to you. “Murray’s always been quite the chef. Ever since he was a boy. Always was a big helper in cleaning up, too.”

You take your seat beside her, smiling “He’s a keeper.”

Once the food had been distributed the three of you quipped jokes and told stories as if it were all too familiar. You’d even drunk the vodka together.

“Ya know, I was like Jane Fonda back in my time, sticking it to the man. Stood up for the rights of women and of all people regardless of race. I’ve had my fair-share of run ins with the law for wanting to expose injustice. I’m glad to see that drive continue in my boy. And in the younger generations.” Mrs. Bauman says the last part, pointedly, at you.

“The world’s in good hands. I see great things my generation can accomplish. That’s why this full ride is so important to me. I can grow my career and write about the things that matter.”

“I wish you the best of luck, Y/N. You’ll do great things.” She genuinely expresses. You were ecstatic. If only she knew you were planning to take her one and only son all for yourself. You were going to convince him to move away with you tonight.

You look over at Murray, now in deep conversation with his mother. He looked so handsome tonight. So appetizing. You were feeling naughty. You removed one of your heels,lightly trailing your foot up his leg. You watch him jolt at the action.

“You okay, sweetie?” Mrs. Bauman asks, concerned.

“Ughh, yes.” He shoots you a look.

You smile back at him, innocently. Your foot rested on top of his crotch, rubbing his erection through his jeans. The deliciously harsh friction of the denim against his cock forces him to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning.

“You look a little pale, Murray. You sure you’re alright?” You ask, trying to hold back a devious smile.

He shoots another angry look in your direction. “Just a little chilly.” Was all he could muster out.

He discreetly reaches for your foot. Feeling the soft bottom pad of your foot against his fingers, he could only imagine how soft it’d feel against his skin. He quickly shakes off the thought, attempting to pull you off. You wouldn’t budged, pressing harder against him and circling your first toe around where you assumed his engorged tip to be. He shudders, sensitive to the touch. This was good to know for the next phase in your plan.

“Maybe we should wrap up dinner for tonight. We could watch a movie and then call it a night.”

“That sounds like a great idea!” Murray shouts, probably a little to loud, shooting up from his chair and cutting the control you had over him.

“Wonderful! Son, you’ll help me with these dishes in the kitchen. And as for you, dear, you can relax maybe prepare a vhs for us to watch.” Mrs. Bauman says resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you sure? I could help. It would be no issue.”

“No, no. You’re Murray’s guest. Relax. We’ll be right with you.”

You smiled brightly, before heading to the living room. You were livid.

‘Of course. That’s his mother, Y/N. You can’t get angry for her wanting to spend time with her son. She’s a sweet women.’ The angel side of you says. But the demon side of you says, ‘So what if she’s his mother? Murray is yours! He should be spending time with you. He hasn’t had time for you the entire week! You need to spend the little time you have with him. Why do you think she shoo’d you away? She wants to talk about you to him. To keep him away from you.”

The thought of him being deterred from your love made you sick. You tiptoed, hiding behind the wall near the kitchen.

“She’s really cute. A bit young, though.” Mrs. Bauman whispers, handing Murray a dish to dry.

“Again…she’s only an apprentice. It isn’t like that between us.”

“It doesn’t look that way in her eyes. I see the way she looks at you. She really likes you. I just don’t want you or her to get hurt. She’s a sweet girl.”

“I’m like a father-figure to her. She could be with any other man. Why on earth would she like me in that way?”

“Because you’re great, Murray. I’m not the only one that sees it. She really likes you. But she’s also young and she’s learning to discover what she likes. Whether this is just an innocent crush or if she’s actually genuinely interested, it’s up to you to allow yourself to recognize those feelings. Once you do, you’ve got to evaluate whether you let it continue or stop leading her on.”

“I’m sure your reading it’s not what we think.” He denies, he just couldn’t entertain that idea. Sure, you’d kissed him but you were just hurt by your father and the marijuana had influenced your actions. That could explain everything.

You made your way back to the living room, choosing a random movie to tune into. After the countless times you’ve shown him your desire and he still doesn’t believe it. For an intelligent man, he sure didn’t use his brain enough.

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An hour into the movie and you notice his mother growing sleepy. You were blessed to know that you chose an absolutely boring movie although Murray seemed really into it.

Mrs. Bauman yawns and stretches. “I think I’m calling it a night, honey. Gotta get enough shuteye for the road tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay, you can take my room upstairs.” Murray offers.

“I don’t think I’ll be climbing any stairs tonight. I’m fine to take the guest room,” She takes your hand in hers. “You can stay the night, too, dear. You’ve been drinking. We don’t want you drinking and also driving in this freezing weather. Again it was great meeting you, sweetie. I’ll see you in the morning?”

“You definitely will.” You smile then looked over your shoulder at Murray who hadn’t been listening, still occupied by the movie.

When his mother went into the guest room, you gave it a few seconds. You’re heart beating as you began contemplating the final phase of your plan. You slip down to your knees in front of him. His eyes leaving the television to follow your movements. Your hands flew to undone his jeans, lifting his shirt a little to expose his soft belly.

“Are you out of your mind?” He whisper-yells. “We can’t do this. I’ve been cordial enough with you, Y/N. You and I——”

“Are two consenting adults,” You finished for him.

“Well, I’m not consenting.” He hisses, crossing his arms in front of him. To his bewilderment, you continued. He was an adorable little brat. Luckily for you, you knew a thing or two about taming one.

You resumed undoing his belt. The sounds of the clanking being the only sound in the air. It sends shiver down your spine and an ache between your legs. When you’d reached for his zipper, you lowered it very slowly, taking in every moment. You grip at the side of his jeans, trying to pull them down. He doesn’t lift his hips, just stares down at you, defiantly.

You were growing impatient. You could yell. Lose your shit. You had better ideas though. “I think I’ll handcuff you. I brought some in case you tried running,” You ran a finger along the happy trail on his tummy. “Maybe I’d have your dick out and call your mom in here. Make her watch me suck you off.”

He’s horrified, but why does his dick jump at the shameful thought. You dig your fingers into his thighs further, your sharp nails basically penetrating the denim.

“Or maybe I should choke you til your out cold. I could have some fun with you and you’ll just be forced to take it.” You chuckle, darkly.

“Who are you? What have you done with Y/N?”

“You can be really stupid sometimes, daddy,” You rolled your eyes. “I’ve always been this way. I’ve been obsessed with you from the moment I read your work. I’ve watched you from afar. I’ve studied your schedule. Tracked you down, in hopes that once we met that you’d fall in love with me. You’ve been playing so hard to get though.” You shove down his boxers, tightly grasping his cock. His hand flew up to his mouth muffling a moan. He’s extremely sensitive to touch.

“You need a woman’s touch. I can feel it every time you touch lingers against my skin,” You plant kisses on his bell, jerking in him in his boxers. “Fuck, your cock is so big, daddy.” You whispered before dipping your tongue in his belly button.

He groans. “Y/N, let’s just forget any of this happened. We could chock it up as the vodka talking. You don’t mean any of this.”

“No, I’m not Y/N anymore. Not right now. I’m your good little girl.”

“This is so messed up,” He groans once again, feeling your grip tighten around him. “My mother could walk in on us at any moment.”

“Then quit being so loud.” You release him from his confinement, immediately wrapping your lips around the leaking tip of his penis.

“Fuuuuu—ck.” He stutters out a moan too loud for his liking. His hips lift up causing him to go deeper into your warm mouth. You take this opportunity to lower his jeans and boxers enough so that they’d pool around his ankles then shoved him back down on the couch.

“Patience,” You smile up at him. You taking his hands in yours. You observed the hair on his arms. You love the hairy manliness he carried. He wasn’t the conventional man’s man but he was just the kind you loved. He could be in touch with his feminine side while still having the rugged, hairy look. You kiss the underside of each arm, caressing him with your thumbs. “You know what’s really messed up though? The fact that you would’ve been okay letting me go without having a taste of you. I’d hurt myself. I’d hurt you and anyone really if I never got the chance to have you inside me.”

You deep throat him without warning, your hand finding his balls to squeeze. He pulls up his shirt and bites down at the fabric to restraint his pleasure. Not wanting to give into you just yet.

It didn’t matter to you that he’d still kept his bratty attitude. You were enjoying the feeling on him in your mouth. You’d gone feral. Bobbing your head up and down and sucking him as of he were the world’s tastiest lollipop. His cock was so magic to you. Like a beautifully presented offering, it was the perfect size. Not too long, but really thick and veiny with a slight curve.You can only imagine how many times he’ll manage to make you cum with it.

While one hand continued playing with his balls, the other roamed up and down his chest. Every now and then, you’d tug on the dark curls of his pubes in time with one hard suck, making him gasp.

“Am I doing a good job, daddy?” You say while licking the slit of his tip, tasting more of the salty pre-cum. He doesn’t answer. You tug harder at his pubes. “I asked you a question.”

He whines. “Yes. You’re doing great.”

“Then call me a good girl. Now.” You narrow your eyes at him.

“You’re a good girl. My good girl.” He hisses when you plant your mouth on his balls sucking one into your mouth while jerking the top half of his dick.

You pull away with a soft pop, eyes twinkling at the idea that he’s claiming you. “I’m your good girl?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” He pants.

“Then say it again. Need to hear it,” You were drenched. Your slick causing your thong to slide with ease over your wet pussy. You clenched your thighs together to suppress the dull pain of not having him pounding you. Hoping to get rid of the ache between your legs, your hand travels down your panties. You rub at the sensitive bundle of nerves, your fingers wet with your juices and dripping down your inner thighs. “Say it again for me, daddy.”

“You’re a good girl,” Murray spots you touching yourself. His voice now entirely lust-filled. He could blame the vodka or the marijuana all he wanted but he knew deep down that he’s wanted you for so long. Something about knowing that you’d been obsessed with him made him want to take you the way you’ve dreamed of it. “Can I taste you? Please, my sweet girl.” He begs.

You had an idea. Standing on your two feet, you gesture for him to lay flat on his back on the couch. He does, looking up at you in anticipation.

You pull off your clothes. He admires your body; breath taken away. All his morals going out the window. Not even thinking about his mother possibly walking into the devious sight. Just as you went for your thong, he stops you. “Keep those please. I wanna suck the juices from them, too.”

You moan at his words, nodding. You climb over him. Swinging your legs over his face, your quivering wet core and backside faced him. You stretched removing his sandals and pulling his boxers and pants completely off his body.

Your mouth is back on him like you’d never left, coating his cock with a heavy amount of your saliva. He finds this sex position fascinating. He’s only ever know doggy and missionary. A simple man, he is. But here you were to show him the ropes.

He basks in the way your tongue caresses every square footage of skin. You lightly bite his tip and he bucks at the sensation. This brings him back to reality and soon he puts his mouth to use. He sucks at the thin fabric of your panty’s strip, savoring your sweet taste that soaked it. Once he was sure, he’d gotten every drop, he pushes the underwear to the side, licking a shy stripe up your core. You shudder and cry out at the cool sensation of his saliva against your pussy. You roll your hips, searching for his face so he’d continue. He slaps a large hand on your ass. You yelp at the contact.

“Shhhh.” He hushes you. He rubbing at the cheek then bringing a hand down on the other. He buries his face into your pussy and you could feel yourself sent into another dimension. No way can someone be that good. You’d abandoned sucking him off, resorting to jerking him. Too blissed out to continue. You just kept moaning softly and riding his face. He didn’t seem to mind, wrapping his arms around your waist. He dips a tongue into you entrance, his fingertips gripping your ass to force you down and ride the thick, wet appendage. The hairs of his beard tickles your inner thigh and cunt but it only added to the intense pleasure.

He ate you out as if he were devouring the lips on your face. “Ungh! You’re gonna make me cum so hard.” Your eyes roll back.

He motor boats your pussy, the vibrations causing you to gush your cream on his face and beard. Your vision is spotty as you tried your best to gain your breathing. He’s groaning against you, tongue fucking in and out to slurp at your liquids. You pull off his face at the overstimulation as he continued to suck hard at your little bud.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven.” He breathes out; a hand on his chest as it rose and fell. “I love the way you rode my face. Didn’t want you to stop, babygirl.”

“I’ve got other plans. Stand up for me.” You say, biting your lip. He follows your command, watching your every move. You face the couch, kneeling on its cushions. You bent yourself over the top half of the couch, swaying your hips side to side.

“I want you to fuck me into submission.” You say over your shoulder.

“You’re killing me.” He groans. “We can’t do this here. At least let’s go up to my bedroom. We can be loud…ish.”

“But I want to get fucked now. Right here. I promise I’ll be quiet.

“Yes, but I’m not so sure I will be.” Murray laughs a dry laugh.

“Then cover your mouth, daddy. It gets me so wet thinking of you fucking me right here in this living room when at anymore we could get caught.”

“You’re a menace.” He says, shaking his head at your vulgarity.

“You love it. Now take off the shirt and take me.”

He couldn’t believe he was doing this but, as if his legs were on autopilot, he positions himself behind you. He pulls your underwear down just enough to reveal your puffy, glistening lips to him. Murray wastes no time running his length through your folds, worried that he might come from the sight of your dripping cunt alone. Hell, he’d nearly came when you’d kissed all over his body. He forces the large head of his cock passed your folds. The pressure causing you to cry out. He stills.

You attempt to roll your hips back but he immediately stops you. You can hear restraint in his voice. “No. I need a moment or this will be very quick.”

Murray contemplates removing his glasses. If he doesn’t clearly see the image of himself penetrating you, then he won’t cum so fast. However, he wanted so badly to watch your tight pussy stretch around him. So, decides to keep them, choosing to suffer and hold off his impending end.

“I gotta be real here, hun. I definitely won’t last very long. Ya know, it’s been a while. Like Forever.”

Yes, you 100% knew that it’s been a while for him. Good. No other women could have him. None could handle his core-splitting cock the way you could. You’d take anything for him.

You remove his grip from your waist, slowly rocking back and forth and taking him deeper each time you went down. “That’s okay, daddy. You don’t have to last long. I just want to feel you.” You moan out the last part when you feel him taking control of the thrusts. “Shit, you feel so good inside me.”

His thumbs loop around each sides of your lacy underwear which were being held up by your thigh clamped together. He tugs at the thin material using it like reigns controlling a horse as he pulled you down and plowed deeper into your pillowy channel.

“*ты такая тугая.” Murray growls in Russian. Leaning in, his large hand clasps over your mouth. He’s pummeling harder into you. The sexiness and deep, rich tone of his voice when speaks Russian elicits more of your juices to flow onto his cock. Your nails sink into the hard frame of the back of the couch, practically screaming into his hand at this point.

“Oh my god. It’s so fucking good.” You rode back against him equally as hard. Then he pulls out. You barely have time to shoot him an angry and confused look; he flips you around. He removes your underwear, tossing it to the side and positions you in a way where your head is against the back cushion and your legs are bent at the knees and nearly touching your shoulders. You were folded in half. His hands rested on the backs of your knees, holding you in place. He lowers himself to his knees so that his cock levels with your core. With no hands, he pushes inside you swiftly, squelching noises filling the silence.

Your mouth hangs open. You were still astonish by his thickness and being so filled. “**Блядь.” Murray curses. He flipped you over in hopes to see your blissed out face before he came. He takes his index and middle finger, spanking your clit repeatedly until finally having the mercy to rub frantically at it. You quivered at the sensations he’d blessed you with. The attention on your clit, his beautiful cock thrusting deep into your depths, and the blissed out look on his face was sending you over the edge.

He takes his other hand and roughly plucks each nipple, rolling it between his fingers. You explore his body letting your fingers gently stroke his soft belly then move up to touch his chest hair, then his dark locks. He’s going to cum soon and your hands all over him didn’t help.

“I’m gonna cum, babygirl.” He pushes your legs further against your chest; your knees digging into your shoulders. He draws your first toe into his mouth, sucking on it fervently before whispering a breathy plea. “I want you to cum with me but I don’t think you’re there.”

“Cum in me please. Make me yours. Make me round and full of your babies, Murray, please,” This was your plan all along. You were going to have his babies and he’d eventually come live in New York with you as Husband and Wife. “Fill me up, daddy.”

“Oh my god. You have such a filthy fucking mouth. My precious little girl,” His hands leave your legs, allowing you the freedom to spread them wider. Murray shoves the same fingers that played with your clit into your mouth. You sucked them as if they were his cock. He brings the spit-soaked fingers down on the little nub once again, toying with you. “I’m gonna give you all of it. I won’t let you regret choosing to fall for me, babygirl. I’ll show. I can be a great daddy.”

You moaned, yanking him by the gold chain around his neck, pressing your lips together as he continued to pound hard inside you. He shoves his tongue in your mouth, you earnestly suck at it enjoying the taste of his saliva mixed with your juices and hard liquor. The frenzied sound of your wetness splashing around between your bodies taking you to high points of heaven. Simultaneously, you let out a groan that imitated the sound of growling. You hadn’t expected to orgasm but it happened so fast you didn’t remember where the build up began. Your gummy walls constrict around Murray’s ridged cock. You convulse, wrapping your whole arm around your lower face to stifle your moans.

Your core quivers and coats another layer of your creamy slickness on his cock. Murray gives one hard thrust after the other in short, hard, bursts; rope after rope of his warm cum filling your cunt. You shudder with each thrust, his hand gently wrapping around your neck. He pulls out of you, watching your heartbeat through your quaking, swollen folds.

“Goddamn. That was incredible. I think I saw God,” Murray collapses on the couch seat beside you. Your chests heaved as you tried to catch your breath. He looks down at the cum now seeping out of you. Quietly, Murray makes his way to the guest bathroom coming back with a small wet towel. He runs the warm cloth on your pussy and gathering the liquid that ran down your thighs. You looked down at him and smiled. You were in love and the sight of him crouching down to clean between your legs was something you’ll burn into your memory. “Sorry.”

“No. I asked for this.” You yawned, completely fucked out and sore.

Murray gathers your clothes before picking you up and over his shoulder like an actual caveman. “We’re going to bed.”

God, you loved to be manhandled by him. You couldn’t wait to have more sessions like these so that you can see just how aggressive he could be.

Once you were carried to his bed, he wrapped you in his blanket and you took the chance to inhale the sheets. Everything smelled like his cologne and the bed was so warm and soft, you wanted to implant this memory forever.

“You think you’re mom heard us?” You slurred, exhausted and still very tipsy.

“Gosh, I hope not. I don’t think I’d be able to face her if she did.” He cringes, clenching his teeth. He climbs into the bed beside you, putting his glasses away on the nightstand and pulling your back against his chest. You could feel that he’s wearing his boxers once again. Bummer.

“Well, I hope so. Maybe then she’ll understand that we’re perfect for each other.” You smirked.

“You’re a menace,” He shakes his head, his mouth by your ear. “What ever will I do with you?”

“I can think of several things you can do with me. But we’ll have plenty of days for those.”

“Hm.” Murray acknowledges your comment but he’s slowly drifting to sleep.

You can feel him getting heavier as he drifts away. You snuggle up closer to him waiting until he falls asleep and you whisper, “We’ll be together forever.”

——

In the morning, you woke up to an empty bed. You can smell breakfast being prepared downstairs. Grabbing an oversized t-shirt and his robe, you headed downstairs to join them.

Their backs were turned to you cooking away. You smiled when you noticed Murray look back at you, his eyes widening when he’d notice you in his clothes. His mother looking in your direction to see the spectacle.

“Good Morning, Mrs. Bauman. Did you have a pleasant rest last night?” You smile, innocently.

To your surprise, she smiles back. Then she crosses her arms over herself, raises and eyebrow and says in a teasing tone, “I see you two shared the bed last night. Was the pullout uncomfortable?”

You laughed. Murray spits out his drink, eyes wide and cheeks red. “Mom, is that really necessary?”

“The pullout ‘bed’, Murray,” She says as clarification. “Don’t be such a child.” Mrs. Bauman jokes, winking at him.

The rest of breakfast was pleasant aside from the awkward moment when Mrs. Bauman admitted hearing some parts of you and Murray’s rendezvous. It was all worth it to you, though. In the end, you got the man of your dreams in the palms of your hands. If you’d soon bare his child, he’d never leave you. He was yours to keep and you were going to reiterate that in hopes that he’ll follow you to New York. If he doesn’t come with you, well…then it’ll be nothing to take him with you by force. After all, you’ve waited long and patiently for him. You deserved this.

* ты такая тугая = “You’re so tight.”

** Блядь = “Fuck”

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moss-on-writing-555 · 4 years ago

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Rules for requests

What I won't write:

Smut

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Suicide

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Character x Character

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Fluff

Angst

Lgbtq+

Prompts from reblogged lists (give me the full prompt and not just the number please)

Male reader, female reader, and gender neutral reader (specify when requesting or I will just do gender neutral)

Characters I write for:

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Marvel

Scott Lang*

Bruce Banner

Grey's Anatomy

Arizona Robbins* (Female reader only)

Mark Sloan*

Cormac Hayes*

Derek Shepherd*

Alex Karev*

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson

Max Mayfield

Will Byers* (Male reader only)

Steve Harrington*

Robin Buckley* (Female reader only)

Scott Clarke*

Eddie Munson*

Murray Bauman*

Dark Pictures Anthology

Brad Smith* (Man of Medan)

Conrad* (Man of Medan)

Charlie Lonnit* (Devil in me)

Criminal Minds

Penelope Garcia*

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Doug Bailey*

Luke Alvez*

The Hunger Games (I've only seen the movies)

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Twisters

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abnormalobjects · 2 years ago

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Requests Open!

Hello! Ab here! I finally caved and made a Stranger Things imagine blog sjdfbsdf

I just wanted to to let y'all know my requests are open!

Characters I Currently Write:

Murray Bauman

Joyce Byers

Jim Hopper

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

My Rules:

This is a reader insert blog!

No Noncon, pedophilia (will add more as I think of them!)

Things I write:

Smut, angst, fluff

headcanons or imagines/fics

Polyships (character x reader x character)

Literally whatever piques my interest

If you have any questions, feel free to ask! And happy requesting!

#stranger things #stranger things imagines #jim hopper #murray bauman #joyce byers #eddie munson #steve harrigton

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eddie-sweetheart · 2 years ago

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Spare me! - Part 1

You and Eddie have a crush on each other, but it takes Murray Bauman to make it embarrassingly clear.

Tropes: Eddie Munson x Henderson female reader, fluff, Murray exposing your feelings, forced proximity, a very soft Eddie.

Warnings: Mention and/or depiction of fighting and wounds, teeny-tiny diversion from the show's timeline (this one's more about the concept than the overall S4 plot😉).

Word count: 5.4k

Author’s notes: I recently rewatched all seasons of ST and noticed how Murray always knows what's going on in the gang's hearts... thought I'd give his Cupid skills a try with Eddie eheh

✨Part 2✨

🌹 Masterlist 🌹

Happiness can be found in the strangest of things; but it never occurred to you that happiness - or, better, relief - might one day come into the shape of a faded and battered-down warehouse in the outskirts of Hawkins.

However, as soon as the once yellow and light blue building comes into sight as you come out of the woods at the side of the road, panting and with your feet hurting like hell from walking all that way, you almost feel like crying.

“We’re here” you state with a tired exhale, a smile warming up your face as you turn to your side. “We made it, Eddie”.

“Thank God” is all Eddie can mutter under his breath before tripping on his feet and almost falling to the ground. You rush to his side, throwing one of his arms around your shoulders as you try to support him.

“Hey, hey, stay with me” you tell him, your free arm on his chest, holding him steady. “Just a few more steps and then you can rest”.

You can feel his chest rising and falling into heavy breaths under the thin layer of his Hellfire shirt as he nods slowly. You’ve never been so physically close to him, you’ve never touched him like this - and sure enough, he’s never leaned on you like his life depended on it, as he’s doing now. The whirlwind of feelings is enough to send your head spinning, but now it’s not a good time for fluttery butterflies and quickened heartbeats: you need to take him inside before he passes out.

You’ve been walking through the woods outside Hawkins for hours after escaping Jason and his crew of insane jocks. You were supposed to bring Eddie some food at Reefer’s Rick, but when you reached the boathouse it was too late: Jason and his goons had found Eddie and had cornered him, turning him into their personal punching ball. He’d been able to stall them for a bit with the same broken bottle he’d used to attack Steve, but it hadn’t been enough.

You even tried to stop them, but Andy had mercilessly elbowed you away, making you trip and fall into the freezing waters of Lovers Lake. Soaking wet, you were struggling to climb back up on the floor of the room when it happened.

Patrick was suddenly frozen still, eyes white and blind. Andy noticed it first, and he tried to bring him back into consciousness by calling his name, shaking him, but you knew he was gone now. You took your chance as soon as the boy started levitating, knowing well enough what was next - and the horror and stupor that possessed Jason and the others as Patrick’s bones started to snap was just the diversion you needed.

While they helplessly tried to save their friend, in a rush of desperation you managed to rise from the lake, grab a semi-unconscious Eddie and make him barely stand up to get him into the boat in the middle of the room. And just as everyone else started to scream in despair at Patrick’s death, you were rowing away from the boathouse, towards the opposite shore of the lake.

Eddie’s wounds, thankfully, weren’t as serious as you feared; but he was bleeding, and you needed a safe place where you could contact the rest of the group and set up a meeting. You needed the help of someone you trusted, who wouldn’t ask too many questions and who lived reasonably close. That’s when it clicked.

You met Murray Bauman two years ago, when you went to his house with Nancy and Jonathan to expose the secrets of Hawkins Lab. Last year, he joined you and the others at Starcourt to bring down the Russians and their damned machine, which opened the Upside Down once again. He knows everything and he would understand - and that’s how you ended up buzzing his intercom in the middle of the night, with Eddie’s body slumped against yours.

“State your name”

Murray’s voice echoes from a speaker above the door. You really don’t have time or energy left for this ritual, but you know it’s mandatory.

“It’s me, Y/n Henderson” you urgently speak up, trying not to be too loud, “Murray, let us in - we need help”.

“Show your face” Murray adds through the speaker, his tone as flat as that of an answering machine.

“Murray, please” you hiss through your teeth, your voice edging towards desperation as you snap your head up towards the camera above you - wondering how he’s going to see anything more than a blurry shape in the dark.

A second later, the metal door of the warehouse swings open to reveal Murray Bauman standing in front of you, with nothing but a white tank top and matching boxers on.

“What do you want?” He asks you, his eyes lingering inquisitively on an almost zoned-out Eddie and his black eye. “You woke me up”.

“It’s back” you blurt out, “it’s back and we’re in danger. I’ll tell you everything, but we need a place to stay for tonight - he’s not doing well” you add, nodding at Eddie. “Please, Murray”.

Murray’s face suddenly turns pale at your words, and he gives you a single, silent nod. He then moves to the side to let you in, his head turning left and right to look at the street before closing the door.

You stumble towards the sofa, Eddie’s weight almost throwing you off balance as you carefully place him down. As soon as he lays his head on one of the pillows, he finally passes out.

“So” Murray addresses you, his head tilted to the side as he nods at Eddie, “who’s that?”

You adjust a strand of Eddie’s curly hair away from his closed eyes and check his temperature and breathing to make sure that he’s okay before turning towards Murray.

“He’s Eddie Munson” you explain with an exhausted sigh.

Murray’s eyes widen as if they’re about to pop out of their sockets, Eddie’s name immediately reminding him of the latest news reports on TV. “Munson? You’ve brought a wanted murderer into my home?” He exclaims under his breath, hands frantically moving in the air.

“He didn’t do it” you’re quick to add, a glimpse of anger straining your voice as you drop down on a chair next to a small table in the kitchen corner, “He’s innocent. I’ll tell you everything, I promise… but I need some water first”

Murray glares at you, but then he moves to the cupboard, grabs two glasses and proceeds to open the freezer.

“I think I have something better than that” he states, taking out of the cold compartment a bottle of vodka.

As you two drink a few shots, the liquor tingling down your throat and burning inside you (but bringing you some much needed comfort), you tell him everything from the start. How you met Eddie by giving Dustin, Mike and Lucas endless lifts to their D&D campaigns, how you and your brother looked for him with Steve, Robin and Max after the events at the trailer park, swearing by his innocence and supporting your claims with Max’s story about the flickering lights and Eddie’s own recounting of Chrissy’s death. How you’re now on the run from Jason Carver and the Hawkins High basketball team, and how you’re planning to meet with everyone else tomorrow.

Murray stares into the void as he listens, taking in every word and growing almost imperceptibly paler.

Once you’re done with the story, the bottle is half empty and your head is slightly spinning. Murray is looking at you with a resigned expression, still sipping on his fifth glass of vodka.

“You can stay” he finally tells you, “but just for tonight. I have a plane to catch tomorrow”.

Even if you knew he would say yes, you’re so relieved you almost hug him. You wouldn’t do that in any normal situation, especially not when he’s still half naked, but you’re so grateful that you’d even be willing to go past that.

However, before you stop yourself, he immediately puts up his hands, shaking his head.

“Uh-uh” he says, “Don’t come any closer, please - you stink. Go take a shower, there’s a clean towel you can use in the bathroom closet”.

Now that the pressing need to find shelter and let Eddie rest and recover is resolved, you remember that you actually need to take care of yourself, as well: your hair and clothes are still a bit damp (and, yes, smelly) from when you fell into the lake, and your side is hurting where Andy’s elbow crashed into it. And, now that your body is finally starting to relax, you’re realizing how exhausted you actually are.

You get up and head towards the corridor, stopping by the sofa to glimpse at Eddie. He’s still knocked out, hair sprawled around his face and a ringed hand resting on his chest. Your gaze softens visibly as you lower your head over his to check his breathing one more time - and you realize that he’s probably shifted into a sleeping spell.

“Can you keep an eye on him while I clean myself up?” You ask Murray as you straighten yourself up again.

Murray knowingly looks at you with his eyebrows raised. “Yeah, sure, it’s not like I’m going anywhere at this point” he blurts out, ushering you with a quick movement of his hands. “Now please go, go, go”.

You get into the bathroom and as you close the door behind you, you finally allow yourself to take a big breath. You carefully remove your t-shirt in front of the mirror to check the damage and you notice that a black and yellow bruise is already forming on your side. You touch it slightly with the tip of your finger and, yeah, it hurts, but it seems quite superficial and not that serious - Eddie has it worse, for sure.

You get into the shower and the hot water makes you sigh in pleasure as soon as it hits your tense shoulders. You’d love to spend a whole hour under the heavy flow, surrounded by warm steam, but you really want to check on Eddie and be there when he wakes up. So, with great effort and a lot of resistance from your body, you turn the water off and get out of the shower box, grabbing a large white towel from the closet that Murray mentioned and wrapping it around your body. Then, you tiptoe back into the living room, trying not to drip too much water on the floor.

“Do you have some clothes I can borrow, by any chance? Mine really need a wash” you ask Murray, who’s still sitting at the table while flipping the pages of today’s newspaper.

“Oh lord, and then what? A VIP ticket to Area 51 as well?” Murray sighs loudly while rolling his eyes, but he immediately pushes the newspaper away and gets up from the chair. “Let me guess: he’ll need my clothes too, right?” He asks you, nodding at Eddie.

“Uhm… yeah, I think so” you shyly reply, earning a glare in return.

“You’re lucky I’ve done an extra load of laundry today” Murray replies, pointing a finger at you before disappearing into the corridor.

You’re about to sit back down on your chair when a low groan makes your head snap around.

“Y/n” Eddie murmurs, his eyes flickering open as you rush to the sofa and kneel by his side on the carpet.

“I’m here, Eddie” you tell him, scanning his face as he comes back into consciousness and feeling his forehead with the back of your hand to check for any signs of a temperature.

“Wait, are you naked?” He slowly asks once he looks at you, still in a confused daze as a tilted smirk appears on his lips.

You let out a chuckle, your hands rushing to tighten the towel around your body. “Don’t even think about that, Munson” you reply, shooting back up on your feet as Murray comes back into the room.

As soon as Eddie sees him, he tries to sit up, but he struggles as pain makes him hiss at any attempt at moving. You help him, accompanying his body up by gently taking his hand with one of yours and placing the other on his back.

“Welcome back to the world of the living. Shower’s that way” Murray states, pointing back towards the bathroom before dropping a bundle of clean clothes on the sofa next to Eddie. “You can use these. I’m also getting you a first aid kit because, if I can be honest, your face looks like shit”.

“Uhm… thanks, man” Eddie tentatively replies, throwing a questioning look in your direction.

“Yeah, yeah, she’s told me everything already” Murray addresses him again, “I know you’re not a serial killer”.

Eddie’s shoulders drop, relief visibly filling him up as he grabs a pair of faded sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt from the pile next to him and manages to stand up, making a few steps towards the bathroom door.

“Do you… uh, do you think you need help with that?” You ask him, blushing slightly at the idea of following him.

Eddie turns towards you, his signature grin back on his lips now that he knows he’s safe. “I can manage that” he says, looking for support on the doorframe as he stumbles a little, “Besides, I don’t think you want to see the sweet old tatties on full display” he jokes.

Your cheeks get even redder as you desperately hope that he’s not reading your mind right now. “Yeah, uhm, cool” you reply, catching a glimpse of a visibly stupefied and slightly annoyed Murray behind you, “I’ll get changed in the meantime. Once you’re done, we’ll try to patch you up”.

“Roger that” Eddie replies, finally closing the bathroom door behind him.

“Was all that flirting necessary?” Murray asks you as he leads you to the guest room, where you plan to change into the remaining gym shorts and hoodie.

“It wasn’t flirting - we’re friends” you briefly explain, shutting his protests down. “I’ll be back in a sec and then I’ll need your radio” you’re then quick to add, getting inside the room and closing the sliding doors.

“We’re friends” Murray mocks you in a high-pitched voice as he goes back to the bottle of vodka, “Yeah, and I’m Russian”.

When you come out of the guest room and sit on the slumped sofa in the living room, Murray brings you his radio, dropping it unceremoniously on the coffee table. You thank him with a smile and start fiddling with the channels until you find the right one.

“Dustin, do you copy?” You ask into the speaker. While you wait for a response, the bathroom door opens to reveal a cleaned up, but still limping, Eddie. He stumbles back to the sofa and sits down next to you.

After a few minutes of silent buzzing, the radio crackles and Dustin voice echoes in the room.

“Y/n, thank god” he exclaims, his familiar voice making both you and Eddie smile, “are you guys okay? You didn’t check in when we called you”

“Yeah, uhm, we had a little setback” you explain, “Reefer Rick’s is compromised - Jason found us. But we made it out and we’re safe at Murray’s. Eddie’s here with me” you add, glancing up at him.

“Hello, Henderson” Eddie says as he leans down towards the radio, his damp hair brushing against your cheek.

“Munson” Steve voice suddenly echoes from the speaker, “do you know where Skull Rock is? Glad to know you’re okay, by the way”

“Hey, I was talking to them” Dustin mutters in the background.

You and Eddie exchange a look, then he gently takes the speaker from your hands to reply. His fingers lightly graze yours with the gesture, making your skin tingle.

“I know it, yeah” he says, nervously scratching his hair, “are we meeting there tomorrow?”

“Yes, ten o’clock, Skull Rock” Steve repeats, “We have to go now, but we’re keeping the line open if you need us. Say hi to y/n for me and try to be careful in the meantime. Over and out”.

Eddie places the radio speaker back on the table and slumps down into the sofa, his hands running up and down his legs.

“Hey” you ask him, placing a hand on one of his to calm him down. “Are you okay?”

He looks at you, his gaze softening. “That’s a good one, sweetheart” he replies, absentmindedly intertwining his fingers with yours. Your stomach turns into a swarm of butterflies as you notice the glint in his eyes - what is going on?

Murray coughs, and you both immediately let go.

“So, uhm, let me take a look at those” you stutter, nodding at the few wounds on Eddie's face as you gently touch him with the tip of your fingers, slowly moving his head side to side to inspect the damage. He has a split lip, a cut on his left cheek and a black eye, with some leftover blood dried just under his nose. Your heart tightens at the thought of what Jason, Andy and Patrick did to him.

“Murray” you ask, turning around to face him, “what about that first aid kit?”

“Yes” Murray exclaims, clapping his hands before rummaging through one of the kitchen drawers until he takes out a small, white box. “This is it, but I’ll leave you to it and go back to sleep” he says, handing the box to you over the sofa, “you know where the guest room is - just don’t be too loud, okay? I’m not in the mood to listen to you two-”

“Murray!” You exclaim horrified, as Eddie’s eyes run back and forth between the two of you in shock. “We’re not sleeping together- I mean, I will stay here on the sofa” you specify, feeling the heat of shame rising up your neck.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the sofa - I’m sleeping on the sofa” Eddie interrupts you in mild confusion.

“Eddie, you’re hurt-” you try to talk back, but he puts one hand up to shush you.

“Nope” he says, shaking his head, “You brought this old, battered body here, you need to rest in a proper bed”.

“Exactly” you specify, “your body is battered, so that’s why-“

“GUYS!” Murray interrupts you with a yell, “Enough with that lovers’ quarrel. Just sleep in the same damn bed like you both clearly so desperately desire and let me rest in peace”.

“It’s not a lovers’ quarrel!” you and Eddie both exclaim, immediately exchanging a look.

Murray stares at you in disbelief as silence suddenly falls in the room - however, it doesn’t last long.

“Oh, spare me!” Murray finally blurts out, loudly. “Fucking unbelievable. Listen” he addresses you both, a finger pointed at your faces. “I’ve been through this shit twice already - Byers and Wheeler first, then Joyce and Hopper. It must run in your whole damn Ghostbusters slash Scooby-Doo group, I swear. You” he turns to Eddie, who looks at him with wide eyes, “you’re the nerdy metalhead that nobody in the whole world would ever love because he’s a freak, am I correct? So you hide behind an unnecessarily thick wall of sarcasm and cynicism because if you don’t put up that façade someone might actually find out that you crave to love, and to be loved. And what happens one day? You find her“ he adds, turning to you next. “And it’s a fucking cliché, because she’s your best friend’s sister and oh my god she’s untouchable and she will never look at you, right? Wrong! Because every time she looks at you - and boy, she does that a lot - she basically melts into the ground, turns literally purple, loses all sense of reason and logic and starts waking up people in the middle of the damn night to keep you safe. On that note: Y/n, stop lying to yourself and finally admit that you’re head over heels about him - and stop being so insecure, so dubious, so full of useless self-pity and worry. Open your beautiful girly eyes and get a grip, because YES - he’s head over heels about you too, okay?”

Murray takes a deep breath as you and Eddie sit there in silence, avoiding each other’s eyes like the plague.

“Good” Murray finally exclaims, proud of his little speech - he’s convinced he’s the best Cupid out there by now. “Have a good night, Mr. and Mrs. Just Friends” he concludes, heading towards his bedroom and locking himself in.

The living room is so silent that you can hear the faint chirping of the crickets outside the house. Your hands are sweating on your lap as their grip on the first-aid box tightens, your eyes locked on it because you’re too embarrassed to meet Eddie’s. Your mind is spinning as it tries to analyze every single interaction, every word you’ve exchanged with him, looking for any possible instance of you slipping up and showing your true feelings - and, for a second, you also consider looking for signs that might confirm what Murray has just stated. That Eddie might actually feel the same.

Little do you know that Eddie is doing the exact same thing. But he’s quicker to find a way to change the subject and tone down the awkwardness, because yes, he’s just been blatantly exposed, but making sure that you’re okay - that both of you are okay with each other - is way more important than finding a way to recover from Murray’s words.

“So, uhm…” he begins, stuttering lightly as he nervously starts playing with his rings. “Is there a… uhm, a bandaid or something in there?” He asks you, nodding at the kit with a tentative smile.

You snap back to reality. “Oh, yeah, I guess so - let me look for it” you blurt out as you open the box, fidgeting with its contents until you manage to find a tiny bottle of disinfectant, a few cotton balls and two bandaids with a red and blue polka dot print on them.

“Not so metal, I’m afraid” you tell Eddie as you show him the bandaids with a small smile that matches his own, making him chuckle as he realizes that yes, probably you’re still okay.

“As long as they keep these battle wounds from bleeding” he jokes, taking them from you before starting to peel one of them open, “I think they’ll do”.

“Oh no, wait” you exclaim, blocking him with your hands. If someone asked, both of you could swear that the sparkles erupting from your hands touching were brightly visible in the dim light of the room. “We need to clean those properly first”.

Eddie sighs in defeat and you proceed by pouring some disinfectant on one cotton ball, dabbing it on the cut on his lip and the wound on his cheek.

“I’m sorry, I know it burns” you apologize as you feel him holding his breath, guessing that it’s because of the pain. That’s true, but just in a very small part - mostly, it’s having you so close to him that leaves him breathless and clueless about making any move. He’s actually too absorbed in admiring your long eyelashes and how they flutter as your eyes attentively scan his face, counting the pale freckles and tiny skin marks scattered on your cheeks and nose, noticing the clean scent of shampoo from your still damp hair and the faint hint of your cologne still left on your neck. Actually, the burning is welcome to him, as it’s the only thing keeping him grounded and restraining him from doing something stupid and way too risky - like, he guesses, kissing you.

“All done” you finally state, tapping on the edge of the bandaid you’ve just placed on his cheek before moving back away from him. Both of you feel the space between your bodies, and it seems as deep as the ocean.

“Thank you, kind lady” he replies, his eyes still lingering on yours.

You both stand up at the same time, the awkwardness back in the room as you nervously look at each other with an embarrassed smile - because, you’ve just realized, it’s time to make a decision on the bed thing.

“Soooo” Eddie tentatively begins, taking a strand of his wavy hair and barely hiding his face behind it as he looks sideways at you, “Since there’s no way I’m letting you sleep on this sucker…” he begins, waving one hand at the sofa.

“Eddie, come on-” you try, but he accepts no protests on your side.

“And you’re too kind and stubborn to let me be the knight in shiny armor” he continues as you scoff, smiling, “I guess we could, uhm…” he concludes, words dying in his throat as a wave of insecurity washes over him. Maybe what he’s about to propose is way out of line…

“Share?” you ask, finishing his sentence - but it’s more a wish than an actual question.

Eddie’s lips curve upside down in one of his signature smiles. “If that’s okay for you, of course… I- I don’t mind” he tells you, waiting patiently for your consent as he begins fiddling again with his rings.

You give him one warm, matching smile. “Seems big enough for two” you say, nodding towards the bed that is visible through the sliding doors of the guest room across from you. “It’s okay for me”.

“Great… great, okay” Eddie states, finally taking a breath as he nods repeatedly. God, not even bullies at school have ever made him so nervous. He should really get a grip.

You head towards the room, bumping into each other as you unsuccessfully try to get in at the same time. You both let out a timid laugh and Eddie moves sideways, bowing slightly and showing you in with an extended arm.

“Ladies first” he theatrically states, letting you into the room.

You take a few steps inside and sit down on the folding bed, which is set up with clean sheets. Probably Murray got it all prepped when you were in the shower and Eddie was still knocked out.

“Good, I always sleep on the left side” Eddie exclaims, as he notices you’ve taken your place on the right edge of the mattress.

You chuckle as you lie back, while Eddie crosses the room to get to the other side of the bed. He lies down with a sigh, too, looking at you one last time for permission to turn the lights off. You nod slightly, tiredness already making its way through your exhausted limbs, and with a flick of Eddie’s fingers the room gets pitch black.

“Goodnight, Eddie” you whisper in the dark.

“Goodnight, sweetheart” he replies, the nickname he started to use as a joke (but that doesn’t feel like a joke anymore) escaping his lips before it’s too late, lingering in the air as silence falls between you once again.

You both turn around away from each other, facing the outer side of the bed. You close your eyes, feeling safe for the first time in hours (and, maybe, days), the comfort of Eddie’s presence next to you and the warmth of the blankets wrapped around you making your mind drift farther, and farther away…

But it takes you just a few seconds to understand that you can’t sleep.

It’s one of those cursed situations in which you’re actually too tired to get some rest, and as your body finally relaxes your mind jolts awake, fully active and functioning better than it ever did.

You sigh deeply, the mattress creaking loudly as you move to turn around and switch position - just to find out that Eddie has turned around as well, and he’s now facing you.

His breath warmly and regularly fans over your face, and you figure he’s asleep - until his voice breaks the silence with a whisper.

“Y/n” he softly asks, “are you awake?”

You smile in the dark, your eyes still closed.

“Mhm”

“I just wanted to say, thank you for today” he murmurs, “You saved my life. Very metal of you”.

“Anytime, Munson” you whisper back, “take it as a thank-you gift for keeping Dustin busy and relieving me of my big sister duties once a week for the past year”.

“That little devil” Eddie chuckles as he scoots closer to you. Your heart starts beating a little faster, as you feel the faint thread of electricity that has formed between your bodies. “I guess stubbornness runs in the family. But I’m grateful to him, actually” he adds, shuffling slightly under the covers.

“Why is that?” you ask him, the thought of sleeping now completely forgotten in some corner of your mind.

Eddie stays silent for a few seconds, then speaks again.

“I guess you don’t remember the first time you brought him to Hellfire” he softly says, and you think you can catch a glimpse of his smile.

“Actually, I do” you reply, the memory of that late September afternoon easily coming to your mind. “Especially because you kept staring at our car when we got there. Leaning against the school’s front door like a dark, mysterious character straight out of a fantasy novel” you joke, tentatively moving your hand in the dark to poke him.

And just as you actually find his body, Eddie finds your hand. His long, slightly calloused fingers intertwine with yours, his thumb drawing soft circles on your burning skin. He’s glad the lights are off, because he’s too scared that you’d back away if you saw the nervousness mixed with badly hidden love in his gaze.

“As nice as your car is” he says, chuckling, “I wasn’t staring at it, at all. I was…” he hesitates, before deciding to risk it all. “I was actually wondering how Henderson could have such a beautiful creature for a sister” he blurts out.

You lie still in the dark, speechless, your hand still into Eddie’s. Your brain is running ten thousand miles an hour, trying to wrap around what he’s just said.

“I mean, he’s a, uhm… a cute kid, I guess?” Eddie quickly adds, trying to make sense of his words, “but when I saw you I thought… I mean, I actually thought, that’s how Arwen must have looked like. And that’s how Aragorn must have felt when he, uhm… ”.

He can’t finish the sentence, because your hand has moved from the gentle grasp of his fingers to his cheek, pulling him closer to you until your lips meet in the dark.

The kiss is soft and slow, and you pour into it all the words you’ve never said and feelings you’ve kept hidden for months, careful to avoid the healing cut on his lower lip as you move. Eddie’s arms wrap around your body, his legs now intertwined with yours under the blanket.

You explore each other’s bodies - your hands through his hair, his lips down your neck, t-shirts lifting up and skin burning at any soft touch as the steel of his rings slides under the thick cotton of your clothes. You both feel safe, understood, and seen even in the pitch black of the room. It almost feels like meeting for the first time, too.

Eddie doesn’t let go of you, not even when you stop kissing to take a breath, the weight of the day now finally overcoming you both. As you lie in his arms, your head placed on his chest so that you can hear the beat of his heart, you realize that this is what true relief - or, better, happiness - must feel like.

“Guess your friend was right” Eddie says, his hand caressing your ruffled hair as his words are followed by a yawn.

“He usually is”. You chuckle, closing your eyes as your breaths deepen and slow down.

Then, you both fall asleep.

—♥︎—

✨Part 2✨

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