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eddiesghxst · 1 year ago

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hellooo! the idea of eddie absolutely hating carnivals has been tossing around in my head for so long so i wrote this :)

this was heavily inspired by Hearts Aglow x Weyes Blood and is definitely not proof read

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: eddie munson x henderson step-sibling!reader

summary: you and Eddie like love each other and Eddie hates carnivals.

contains: gn!reader, secret relationship trope, eddie being down bad, carnival shenanigans, mentions of oral, lots of fluff, and eddie in his lover era <3

word count: 1.6k

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Eddie is pretty. He’s so pretty with pink and blue and yellow hues dancing across his face, carnival lights twinkling in his brown eyes. He’s got sprinkles of glitter in his hair that he will surely be bitching about later on, and his lips are tainted red from a cherry-flavored snow cone.

You want nothing more than to smear your lips across his and taste them for yourself, but you’re stuck admiring from afar, poking your straw at the watered-down strawberry slushie in your cup.

Eddie believes that carnivals are nothing but money-sucking machines. The games are rigged, the rides are without a doubt hazardous, the food is overpriced and shitty, and there are hundreds of sticky, obnoxious kids running around like they have no home training. Eddie hates carnivals with every bone in his body, but he’ll be damned if he misses out on any chance to be around you.

You and Eddie are…well you’re something. You haven’t quite established exactly what your relationship is with Eddie. You hang out a lot, and you go out to watch movies, and you hold hands, and you kiss, and you might’ve sucked him off in the back of his van a few times, but Eddie hasn’t asked you to be anything serious yet. It’s not exactly his fault, he would’ve asked you a long time ago, but you asked him to go slow and ‘let’s just be careful for now. I don’t want Dustin finding out just yet.’

So…you’re not quite dating but you’re not not dating either. You’re feeling it out. You want to be sure about your feelings with Eddie and you want him to be sure about his feelings with you; because once Dustin finds out there is no going back. And you’d hate to be the reason why your (step) brother loses such a dear friend.

Eddie agreed to go slow and he agreed to keep it between just the two of you for now, but jesus christ, he can’t stand not being able to touch you and hold you and openly admire you in the ways he wants to.

He misses you and you’re less than thirty feet away.

There’s a small stuffed animal in Eddie's hands when he walks up and sits next to you on the bench. It’s a miniature pink dolphin, the best he could get with a lousy shot.

You glance at him and smile, “Hi, stranger.” Eddie smiles back and passes the dolphin to you, you trade him for your slushie and snicker. “I thought you’d pick the shark.”

Eddie shakes his head, and peers down at the drink in his hand as he swishes it around. “It’s not for me.” He takes a sip of your drink and you watch as he smacks his lips together, letting the taste of the sugary treat settle in. “This tastes like shit.”

You snort, bumping your knee against his, nearly breathless at the sight of Eddie’s smile. “Because it’s watered down, genius.” Despite his previous display of distaste, Eddie takes another sip of your drink and you smile as you watch. Your fingertips dig into the plush toy; you want so badly to run your fingers through his hair, push his bangs back and kiss the arch of his eyebrow.

You push your knee against his once more and he looks over at you. “Thank you for my gift.” It’s almost pathetic, how giddy you get when Eddie dotes on you. He once drew a sun on your hand and you could barely tear your gaze away from it for the rest of the day. It nearly ripped you apart when the ink rubbed off in the shower.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. I would've gotten you one of those huge stuffed animals, but those games are shitty pieces of money laundering thieves.”

You laugh as Eddie kicks at a rock beside his foot, mumbling a few curses under his breath. Just as Eddie begins to add to his rant, a couple walks past you, an oversized bunny draped across one of their shoulders. You and Eddie watch as they stroll by, and you fail to hold back a laugh. “Are the games rigged or do you just have poor aim?” You tease, to which Eddie snickers and responds, “I’m sure you know enough about my aim.”

The back of your hand meets Eddie’s shoulder in a warning slap and he giggles like a teenage boy.

You fall silent for a moment and Eddie melts into the feeling of your leg pressed against his. “Why don’t we go get something to eat? I know a place with better drinks than…whatever this is.” Eddie grimaces down at the drink and you roll your eyes. “We can’t just leave—” “Why not? Harrington and Buckley are here.”

You glance at him, and you can’t bear to watch the way his shoulders sink with the reminder of your reality. “Right, forgot about that for a second.” He sighs. You press your lips together before taking in a breath, turning to him, “Yeah, but you also haven’t taken me on the Ferris Wheel yet.”

Eddie gazes at you for a moment before turning to look at the large spinning wheel. He turns back to you and lifts a brow, “You expect me to get on that thing?” And you’re rolling your eyes and ushering Eddie to stand up and follow you before your friends can notice your disappearance. He complains but follows anyway, “You know they built this shit overnight right? Does that sound remotely safe to you?”

You let out a breathy laugh with a shake of your head, “Eddie, you smoke two packs a day and drink Jolt Cola like your life depends on it. That shit’ll kill you quicker than this ten-minute ride on a wobbly Ferris Wheel.” And well, Eddie can’t argue with you on that, so he sucks it up and follows you onto the ride.

Once you're on the ride, your body is pressed against Eddie’s as it begins, slowly and slowly inching you up to the top. You’re busy watching the scenery but Eddie, for the most part, is busy watching you. When you glance over at him, you become shy of his gaze and smile, pointing over his shoulder so he can turn to see the sunset. Eddie watches in silence for a moment before he speaks, “This might be the first time the sight of Hawkins doesn’t make me wanna gag…”

Eddie turns to you and winks, nudging you as he speaks “But I think that’s just because you’re here.”

You gaze at him for a minute before tilting your head, “Eddie Munson, are you flirting with me?”

Eddie hums, raising his shoulder to dramatically shy away from you as he twirls a piece of his hair with his free hand. “I’m not that obvious, am I?” His eyes shine with adoration and mischief.

You hum, tilting your head back and forth in faux thought, “Obvious? No. Cheesy? A million times yes.” “Come on that was good. You’ve gotta admit that was good.” Eddie scoffs when you shake your head no before replying, “It’ll just inflate that big head of yours.” And Eddie’s lightly pressing the entirety of his large hand against your face, playfully pushing you away as you giggle.

You grasp his wrist to pull it away and Eddie thinks you’ll drop his hand, but he’s gladly mistaken when you lace your fingers with his. Your heart skips a beat at the familiar feeling of his rough, calloused fingertips pressed against the back of your hand. Whenever he’s spent long hours shredding his guitar, Eddie makes a show of holding his fingers up in front of you and wiggling them until you gently grasp his wrist and press careful kisses to each of his sore fingertips.

Eddie’s voice is gentle and steady when he speaks, “What happened to being careful?” Your eyes meet his and for a moment, you don’t even remember that you’re on a spinning wheel, you only know you’re here with Eddie. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night.” You admit.

His eyes are soft and silky pools of brown as they dart all over your face, searching for any sign of hesitation. “What about your brother? Our friends—” “Nothing matters when you’re 50 feet above Hawkins, Indiana.”

It’s your last trip around the Ferris Wheel before the ride ends, and Eddie refuses to wait in the line again and you’re looking at him like he’s a sky full of stars, so of course he kisses you. It’s slow and gentle and he wants to keep kissing you until his lungs shrivel up inside of him from lack of air. His hand cradles your jaw and he smoothes a thumb over your cheek when he pulls away.

The ride is almost over and you’re sad to have to return to your friends and be pulled away from Eddie. “Will you come over tonight?” You ask before the ride ends. Eddie had been waiting for you to ask, he’s been thinking about it all night. He tries not to sound too excited, but he’s got a shit-eating grin plastered on his face when you look at him, “Leave the window open?” “Bring some smoke and I'll think about letting you stay the night.” You tease, giggling when Eddie feigns offense.

As you step off the ride, you already want nothing more than the night to end, already missing the warmth of Eddie’s touch. But when you rejoin your friends and glance towards Eddie, he winks at you and you’re positive that you will sneak in at least two more secret rides before the end of the night.

#she’s ready now <3 #i was feeling soft today :))#eddie munson x reader #drabble #eddie munson #eddie x reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie x you #eddie munson x gn!reader #gn!reader

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ladykailitha · 2 years ago

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Can Anybody See Me? Part 17

Fuck, guys, I don’t even know what this story is even doing at this point. I’m on part 18 and it does NOT want to wrap up. Like at all. It wants to go on forever and I don’t know how to stop it. It MIGHT be 20 parts. It might be 50 at this point. Who the hell knows? Not this poor belabored author that’s for sure.

Anyway...so this part is a little on the sad side. We get more of Eddie’s backstory. And a little bit of bitchy Steve to lighten it up at the end.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

It wasn’t until Steve was getting ready for school the next morning that he found he had left the comic at Eddie’s.

He was throwing homework in his bag when he realized it felt lighter than it should.

He unpacked it slowly and set everything out on his bed. He stood there looking at his stuff, hands on his hips for a moment before it dawned on him.

Shit.

The comic book. After he had finished all the pages he had painstakingly put them together in comic book form. He even designed the cover. Then took them to copying store and got it bound like a real comic book.

The kid at the shop was impressed with how well the pages were mapped out.

But it wasn’t in his stuff he had pulled from his bag. Which meant one thing. Eddie had it.

It was fine. No need to panic. He had written for Eddie. He was meant to read it.

So why was he freaking out?

Oh, only because Steve didn’t want him to read it until after the school play. Hell Steve’s nerves were already shot with the three additional performances Steve wasn’t planning on having to do. But adding Eddie knowing about the Upside Down? It made him vaguely ill.

Fuck what if he did throw up from nerves? He’d never done it before, but then again, he’d never performed in front other people before either. He was a literal mess.

He packed away all his things carefully and prayed to whatever supreme being that was out there for a merciful death on his way to school.

Eddie had stayed up the whole night reading Steve’s comic. Personally, he thought that the story was good, the characters were interesting and the monsters were frightening enough.

It wasn’t until he got the final page of the comic where Steve’s afterword was.

Unlike the rest of it where it was professionally done, the last page had a carefully glued on piece of paper. So this was clearly something that Steve didn’t want other people to see.

And Eddie would have respected that if it hadn’t been addressed to him directly.

“Eddie-

So there you have it. The start of my trauma. And yes this is only the start. The real story began with a missing boy and a cover up so large it frightens me. But that was never my story to tell. This is my story. This is where it truly began for me.

Well. That’s not quite true. It started with a girl and a swimming pool. A tragedy that should have been mine. But that night I was so intent on getting laid that I let it happen. Barb deserved better than me. She should have lived and I died.

I don’t know why I lived. Maybe it was because I was needed to protect those closest to me. That’s all I thought I was good for. Dying in a blaze of glory protecting those I hold most dear. And then I met you.

God, Eddie, you make me want to live. For the first time in my miserable existence I found people who like me for me. And not just because I was needed. To protect. To defend. To die. For them.

And then you came along and protected me. Defended me. I don’t think anyone has ever done that for me before.

Just do me one favor. Peel out this insert. Throw it away. Burn it. I don’t care. Just as long as you are the only one that sees it. I don’t want you in danger. But I needed you know this side of me.

The boy with the bat. The boy who never knew what love really was until he met you.

-Love Steve”

Eddie choked back tears and place a hand to his trembling lips. If Steve had really gone through all that. If even a fraction of it was true. Even if none of it was. That was still the most beautiful love letter he had ever seen. And it was addressed to him.

Shit.

Tears rolled down his face as he read the letter again and again. After the seventh or eighth read he finally did what Steve requested and peeled the letter out of the last page of the comic. He folded it carefully and crawled under his bed.

Buried underneath of the mess was a simple black lockbox. He set it gently on his bed and then went to his dresser. He slid out the bottom drawer and jiggled the bottom until a small key fell out onto the floor.

He picked the key up and sat on his bed. He unlocked the box and placed the key between his lips for safe keeping.

Inside the box were all the things Eddie didn’t want other people to see. The couple of birthday cards his dad had sent him from prison. His mom’s suicide note.

Not even Wayne had seen that one. No one knew but Eddie that she had taken her own life. He had seen her life insurance policy and knew it wouldn’t pay out if they thought it was intentional. So accidental overdose was what was on her death certificate.

Eddie had been her sole beneficiary and it was placed in trust until he turned twenty-one. He was going to use it fund the band and get the hell out of Hawkins. He just had to make that far.

The paperwork for the trust was in there too. Wayne had offered to hold on to it for him but at the time Eddie didn’t trust anyone and giving that up felt like too much.

His birth certificate was in here too. Well a copy of it anyway. Wayne had the original, but Eddie liked knowing he had a copy too. In case he needed to get away fast.

Also in here was a portion of the money he had made from dealing drugs. He told Reefer Rick, no meth and no cocaine. Mainly weed and mushrooms, with a small smattering of the harder drugs. He had set aside ten percent of his earnings as an emergency fund. In case he needed it.

The last thing that was in there was a picture of his mom. She’s sitting on the swings next to Eddie and smiling into the camera as Eddie laughs gleefully. Just out of frame was his dad who had been pushing him on the swing. It was the last moment of happiness Eddie had before Lawrence Munson got into selling and doing drugs. Had got his wife, Edie addicted. Before Larry had got himself arrested in Texas and Eddie was sent to go live with Wayne.

He placed the love letter on top and closed the box. He locked it back up and set everything to rights. He looked at the alarm clock and groaned when the bright red numbers glared back him. It was 4:57am.

Fuck.

Eddie was supposed to be up in an hour for school. Yeah. That wasn’t happening today. He flopped on the bed and threw his arms out. He thought about the comic and what was inside it. He remembered Steve telling him that he had changed it so unless you were there that day you wouldn’t recognize the events. But even with that it felt...well, it felt like he was being let in on secret if he was honest. A big one.

He looked over at the clock again and it was almost six. He sighed and got up. He grabbed the stuff he needed for his shower and ducked into the bathroom. The last thing he needed this morning was Wayne seeing him still in the clothes he wore the night before.

He showered quickly and got out before Wayne had even turned on the coffee pot. He was dressed and ready for school before the pot had finished brewing.

Wayne handed him a cup of coffee and raised an eyebrow at him.

“What do you want, old man?” Eddie groused. He wasn’t in the mood for small talk considering he was running on fumes.

“You were up all night reading that comic, weren’t you?” Wayne said and took a long sip of his coffee.

Eddie sighed. He should have known better than to think that Wayne wouldn’t catch him at it. After all this was the man who had been catching him reading books at three o’clock in the morning since he was twelve.

“It’s Steve’s.”

“I didn’t know he read comic books,” Wayne said almost an echo of what he said the night before.

“As in he wrote and drew it,” Eddie clarified.

Wayne’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s a pretty talented boy you got there, Eddie.”

Eddie blushed. “I know. This was the story he was originally going to tell for his art class. Seniors in ART 4 had to do an eight page comic book for their winter finale. Steve started doing this one, but the teacher flipped out and threatened to call his parents because it was ‘too scary’ or some other dumb shit.”

“So he completed it anyway and turned in something else?” Wayne supposed.

Eddie nodded. “He told me he was going to finish it so that I could read it.”

Wayne hummed. “Do you think he left it here on purpose? So that you would read it without having to physically hand it to you?”

Eddie tilted his head and looked up thoughtfully. He shook his head. “I don’t think so. I think Steve would have wanted to explain it to me.” He hung his head. “I shouldn’t have read it without that permission, but you know me.”

“I don’t think I would have been able to resist reading something that was meant for me either,” Wayne said, nodding.

Eddie drank the rest of his coffee and kissed his uncle on the cheek. “I’ll see you after school.”

“Bring that boy yours with you,” Wayne said. “I’m making my lasagna tonight, and I want him over for dinner.”

Eddie grinned. “You got it, old man.”

He was out the door and driving off before Wayne could even shake his head. Wayne loved that boy and if he was really lucky he would get another sweet boy out of this deal.

Steve was standing nervously at the door to the math hall because it was closest to the parking lot, chewing on his thumb nail. He knew he shouldn’t chew on his nails, but his nerves were shot to hell.

But the bell rang and there was still no sign of Eddie. So after a moment or so of indecision Steve gave up and went to class.

He spent this first class of the day fidgeting with his pencil, tapping against whatever surface was in reach. The desk, his book, his lips, his hand.

Finally the teacher had enough.

“Mr Harrington!” she barked.

Steve looked up at her in shock. “Yes, Miss Davis?”

“Do you have some hot date tonight that you’re nervous about or something?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest as she stared him down.

Steve looked at her blankly.

“Your pencil, Mr Harrington,” she explained tersely.

He looked down at the pencil. “No, Miss Davis. I didn’t even realize I was doing it. I’ll stop.”

Miss Davis pursed her lips. “See that you do.”

Steve tried finding less obvious ways to work through his nerves and then it hit him. He pulled out his drawing pad and began to doodle.

“Mr Harrington,” Miss Davis called out again some time later. “Would you please pay attention in my class?”

Steve blinked up at her. “You were talking about the Spanish forced colonization of South America, weren’t you?”

A couple of the kids in the class giggled.

Miss Davis turned red from the embarrassment. “Carry on.”

Steve gave her his lop-sided goofy grin.

Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21

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hypnautic-cereal · 4 months ago

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Welcome Home OC — Sammi Cruise⚓️

I don’t think I ever shared anything about them here yet, and if I did, it was probably when I first started out here, so who knows where it is now? XD

Anyways, here I present: Sammi Cruise

Since Sammi’s bio is cut off here, their bio reads as so:

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“Cool as the sea breeze they ride with, Sammi Cruise can get you from sea to shining sea in no time. Although they’re hesitant towards other people at first, Sammi becomes as big and loud as their boat once they’re comfortable. Sammi isn’t particular about how their ship Vernias looks, but safety for their passengers is of upmost importance. With proper preparation, there’s no sea too rough to get her passengers home in ship-shape condition.”

Sammi Cruise was a character that hardly ever appeared in Welcome Home, but was part of the focus of each of the episodes they were featured in. They were a humanoid character (akin to Eddie Dear, Wally Darling, and Frank Frankly), and were often found residing beyond the very outskirts of Home. From the few scripts we’ve found that feature Sammi, it seems that their boat was named Vernias. It might have seemed that Vernias was alive from how Sammi interacted with it, but this remains unknown.

It’s unclear if they had any particular segments in the show, but Sammi was known to inform the neighbors of Home and the viewers about marine and ocean life, as well as proper boating safety.

Sammi Cruise was a simple rod and hand puppet, and always had their coat resting upon their shoulders rather than actually wearing it, only wearing the coat properly in colder temperatures. Sammi also had close bonds with Howdy Pillar and Eddie Dear, as the three of them are the only ones in Welcome Home with careers. The option of different careers seemed to have also been promoted in the few pieces of merchandise featuring Sammi. The three were always paired together, with Sammi importing and exporting goods and out-of-neighborhood mail for Howdy and Eddie respectively.

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Sammi Cruise sound clips

Bits of trivia and headcanons:

Despite their ability to hold and feel crustaceans and ocean invertebrates, Sammi cannot handle holding bugs and insects on land

Sammi often teased Frank for having the same issue but for ocean invertebrates and crustaceans, mostly by bringing whatever species they were holding up close to him

The inspiration for Sammi Cruise was brought in from Captain Caviar Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom), Mogens (Klaus - Netflix), Marina Anchors (Lalaloopsy), and the Disney Steamboat Willie short

Sammi often personified her boat Vernias; with the front of Vernias also looking like a face, it’s why it’s unsure whether or not Vernias was actually alive like Home is

Sammi Cruise knew how to play the accordion

Sammi Cruise didn’t have a defined gender, a line of dialogue saying simply “I don’t really stick with labels”

Underneath the deck of their boat was where Sammi lived, with a small kitchen and dining table, and a hammock to sleep in

I don’t know if I’ll draw more stuff with them, but if you have any ideas, please put them in my ask box :3🚢

#welcome home #welcome home oc #oc #fandom oc #sammi cruise #boat captain #I named the boat after a YouTuber #iykyk #ship captain #headcanons #headcanon voices #toy boat #shellfish #lobster #lobter #nautical #oceancore

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bewilderedbunny · 2 years ago

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Line Cook Eddie part 4 🥞

700+ words of flirty fluff, bad jokes and a musical number. Fem!reader but feel free to switch around the pronouns ☺️

Author's note: Hi friends! I seriously cannot thank you all enough for the love on this series of blurbs. It makes me so happy. I'm going through some stuff in my personal life right now and writing about a lovesick loser (affectionate) is keeping me sane.

Friendly reminder: This blog is 18+ only and minors/blank blogs will be blocked.

Credit to @delishlydelightfuldividers for the honey divider 💖

If you'd like to listen to the song mentioned, here's a link to it on Spotify

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

"Hey Chef?"

"Yes, my dear?"

"What is 'Eddie' short for?"

"Edward. Why?"

"Is-" you try to stifle your laughter "-is 'Chef' short for Chefward?"

He gives you an annoyed look before shaking his head and laughing. It's an awful joke but he loves it nonetheless.

He opens his mouth to say something but stops himself. He was going to ask, "Yeah, you wanna be Mrs. Chefward Munson?" But he figures you're not quite there yet.

It's 3pm on a Tuesday, the diner is pretty much dead save for two older women who have been gossiping in their booth since they came in at 1. You're busying yourself with cleaning the countertops, Eddie has his elbows resting on the window counter and his head resting in his, looking bored while he watches you. The radio in the diner is set to Soul and R&B, it usually is. One song ends and then "Baby You Got It" by Brenton Wood starts to play. You nod your head to the song and jump once you hear Eddie begin to sing along. It's absolutely not his usual style but he's learned it from how many times it is played on this station. You walk up to him with eyes wide, the two women seem to be so wrapped up in their stories that they don't pay attention to him.

"Eddie" you whisper trying to get him to stop.

He smiles at you and leaves the kitchen. You watch him as he comes out into the dining area, still singing. He walks up to you,

"Foxy clothes" he tugs at your apron string.

"Cutest nose" he boops your nose.

You're mortified yet endeared, a combination you so often feel around him.

The women are staring now with their mouths open as he serenades you. You're holding your face in your hands.

"People can be cruel, they say I've lost my cool" he makes eye contact with the women and looks back at you.

"But baby it's hard to keep my cool when I'm around you" He has most certainly lost his cool.

He holds your face in his hands, "Cause baby, you got it" your heart is beating a mile a minute as you look into his eyes. He looks down at your lips for just a second, then you both jump at the sound of clapping and whistling from the two ladies. You give them a sheepish wave and lightly elbow Eddie. "Back to work, Romeo."

For lunch you order a plate of pancakes for yourself. He places the plate on the counter for you and gives you a smile. You go to grab the plate and say, "Thank you, Chef. Do we have any peanut butter?"

He raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I think so. Why? Someone want a PB&J?"

You shake your head. "S'for the pancakes."

He gasps and covers his mouth.

"What kind of person would do that to my pancakes?!"

You shrug at his dramatics and say, "I would, they're for me." and pulls away your plate, horrified that he could have feelings for such a monster.

"Sweetheart, why are you tainting my delicious food? You a dog or something? Gotta put peanut butter on food to eat it?"

You swat at him "Don't call me a dog! That's rude."

"Well, you're being rude by messing with perfection."

You huff at him and sneak back to the kitchen, grabbing the peanut butter. You spread a thin layer over each pancake as Eddie watches you in horror. You pour over the maple syrup and cut yourself a piece.

"You're just doing this to mess with me, aren't you?"

You look up at him before taking a bite. It's delicious, nutty, creamy and syrupy, all the good things.

He shakes his head, "You're committed to the bit, I'll give you that."

You roll your eyes. "It isn't a bit! Here, just try it."

He sighs and decides to try it. Not because he thinks he will like it, but because it would mean he gets to eat off of your fork (which is basically like kissing, right?)

You hold the fork up to his lips and he takes a tentative bite.

"I mean... I'm not going to die or anything. But I'm still not happy with you, missy."

In reality, the pancakes are fine, but the way you're sharing them together has him thinking this may be his favorite meal ever.

Thank you for reading! Take care 🥞💖

#line cook eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie fluff

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sneakygoldie · 11 months ago

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Current Fandoms and Stuff I like! (will update often)

(Most favorite ones are Sailor Moon and Ojamajo Doremi, but the rest are a fight for second place! >:3)

Ed Edd N Eddy

South Park

Digital Circus

Murder Drones

BFDI/BFDIA/BFB/TPOT (most recent fandom)

Leo (2023 movie yeah 💀)

Regular show

Sailor Moon

Ojamajo Doremi

Precure

The Amazing World of Gumball

MHA

Cute High Earth Defense Club

Catscratch

Bluey

Marvel stuff (hehe)

Dragon Ball

Demon Slayer

Spooky Month

One Piece

Naruto

PPGZ and PPG

Canimals

Jewelpet

Pripara

Cardcaptor Sakura

Tokyo Mew Mew

Housebroken

Princess Tutu

All of Aphmau’s series! :>

Percy Jackson

Warrior Cats

Aristocats

Oliver and Company

Proud Family

Peanuts

Adventure Time

Lucky Star

Talking Tom and Friends

FHFIF

The Owl House

Gravity Falls

Whatever Happened to Robot Jones

Steven Universe

101 Dalmatians the Series

1O1 Dalmatian Street

Animal Jam (Play Wild and OG)

Roblox

Genshin Impact

Canimals

The Amazing Digital Circus

Bitlife

Sims 4

Dungeons & Dragons

The Simpsons

12. oz Mouse

(still fairly new to some of these, so yeahhhh)

Now time to explain the rules in this blog and some stuff about me!

-fav animal is seals bc they so silly, also one my most fav youtubers, leamon puppy has her main as a seal, think that’s where I first started loving seals so much but idk XDDD

-I absolutely love vintage vids, just something so interesting about them to me! I love animes from the 90s-2010s most, but my most FAVORITE anime genre is magical girls!

-My first magical series was probably Glitter Force (SMILE PRECURE DUB YALL), but then Sailor Moon caught my eye and it is one my favs to this day! I finished Tokyo Mew Mew first though!

-Fav character is Pop Harukaze! She doesn’t get much of a role in Ojamajo Doremi as a Ojamajo, but something about her personality or something.. I am just living for it!

-Some other favs.. and yes I have a long list bc my autistic brain can’t choose favorites when they are so unique.. are Tsubomi/Cure Blossom, Komugi/Cure Wonderful, Ice Cube (BFDI+), Bubble (BFDI+), Ruby (BFDIA+), Gelatin (BFDIA+), Flower (BFDI+), Two (BFB), Firey (BFDI+), X (BFB), Teardrop (BFDI+), Four (BFB), Bloo (FHFIF), Mac (FHFIF), Aiko (Ojamajo Doremi), Onpu (Ojamajo Doremi), Chibi Chibi/Sailor Chibi Chibi, Saki/Cure Bloom, Minako/Sailor Venus, Erika/Cure Marine, Nagisa/Cure Black, Bu-Ling/Mew Pudding, Yayoi/Cure Peace, Love/Cure Peach, Hana-chan (Ojamajo Doremi), Pollun/Porun (Precure), Jewlulu (Pripara), Tweek (you know what), Oz (Canimals), Muffin (Bluey), Zane (Mystreet/Aphmau), Garroth (Mystreet/Aphmau), Kim (Mystreet/Aphmau), Ian (Mystreet/Aphmau) and Noi (MID/Aphmau)!

-Fav color is lavender and pastel yellow

-Im scatterbrained at times, but can try remembering anything you say! Im clumsy and shy! <3

-“Do you have games on your phone” YES BUT LEAVE THEM IF ITS MY PHONE OR IPAD XDDD, especially my dear Animal Jam >:3

-I don’t really prefer to talk on email or text.. just tell me something on here or a social media platform like Youtube or Deviantart! I still use Gold the Ostrich as the user!

-Fav thing to say is “HOR HOR HOR HOR HOR” all i freaking know about fnaf is the movie with unnecessary add on lore 💀

-I don’t mind cussing, it’s just not a full on “lifestyle” for me

Now some rules! <3

-Everyone is allowed on my blog, it is mostly a tickle/random blog, but it’s quite decent so far!

-If you dislike this blog, please don’t say unnecessary stuff in your blogs, posts in any other media, etc if so. Just try ignoring this blog if possible.

-I can do commissions, especially of the following fandoms, but pls don’t get too upset if I don’t know a certain fandom, sometimes I forget to add a fandom to here.

- I am a minor, 13 in fact! So no sussy requests pleaseeee!! any other tickle requests are okay, even from fandoms I dont know, or your ocs! pls dont be mad if I don’t want to do your request! I will do anything that is sfw and accept lgbtq+ characters aswell!

-Might update this later, but this is good for now! Also this might stay as my only blog due to having no other ideas for blogs at the moment

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dangerpronebuddie · 8 months ago

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so I love all of these WIPs, you're doing an amazing job!! could u tell me more about WIP 1-3? I literally wanna read all of them but let's start somewhere 🤭

Hey dear 🥰🩷 Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying them!

1. Eddie is a gremlin and makes it everyone's problem.

I've answered for this one a few times, but I am more than happy to tell you a little bit more. Eddie's sass has managed to keep him sorta out of trouble so far, but it's bound to backfire eventually right? The bar fight fic was supposed to take a week or so, but... with like 30 other ideas bouncing in my head like the DVD logo, it's been pushed to the back burner. If I share a new snippet, I'll probably have the entire fic on here, so I'll give you one I've already posted, that happens to be my favorite part of the fic!:

Eddie looked up from the floor, an ice pack pressed to his eye, and winced at Athena’s unimpressed expression.

“Alright. Who started it?” she asked, resting her hands on her belt.

Like a line of dominoes starting with Bobby, the entire team turned their bruised heads towards Eddie, who grimaced and shrank away from their glares.

“Really, Eddie?” Athena asked.

“In my defense, it was in Hen's defense,” he reasoned.

“You cannot blame all this on me, Edmundo,” Hen drawled.

“It's true,” he persisted, turning his pleading eyes on her. She simply rolled her eyes. He turned back to Athena. “One of the guys in there insulted her. I was already kinda miffed ‘cause my patient took a swing at me, so I tried to calm him down.”

“Calling him a repressed boomer isn't exactly the way to go,” Chim piped up, his voice still nasally. Eddie was surprised the dude didn't break Chim's nose.

Buck snorted a laugh, the traitor.

2. Welcome home cheater (brand new wip)

Jealous Buck my beloved! I'm hoping to get this short and silly piece out before Thursday, but... Ya never know! I'm hoping to incorporate all the 7x04 stills in some capacity, at least the ones involving Tommy, but we'll see how it goes! Have something I just wrote:

"Evan," Maddie said, "you didn't mean to hurt him, did you?"

"Not Eddie," Buck said in a quiet voice.

"Oh." Maddie drew out the word as she nodded. "You were aiming for Tommy."

Buck grimaced.

"If you explain what really happened, I-"

"I can't do that," Buck protested.

"Why not?"

"Because if I tell him I was aiming for Tommy, he's gonna want to know why. And I can't tell him without telling him," Buck explained.

"Maybe you should tell him," she suggested.

"Are you out of your mind?" Buck balked.

3. Eddie has a burn on his arm, bruises on his skin, and a target on his back.

Slight Air and Purging Fire, my baby 🥰. The amount of Eddie whump in this fic surprised even me 😅. I regret nothing. It's pretty much complete, but I have a few scenes I need to move around and tweak some more. For you, here's a little snippet:

They rolled to a stop and Buck leapt out of the cab, sprinting around the side of the building. Eddie lay crumpled on the ground, blood oozing from a gash on his forehead. His eyes were closed and his breathing was ragged.

“Eddie,” Buck gasped out, dropping to his knees beside him. He pressed his fingers to Eddie's pulse. Thready, but there! “Eddie, baby, wake up,” he pleaded, carding his fingers through his hair.

Ask about my wips!

#911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 abc #911 spoilers #fanfic #my writing #tag game

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kaizenkhaos · 11 months ago

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Thank You, Thank You and Thank YOU

Although I'm still catching up on the amazing works that were shared during the @harringrove-relay-race, I just want to express the following whilst this is fresh in my mind. I've been writing a little for Harringrove for one, two years now I think, on and off (I'm honestly not quite sure) but mostly lurking away in the shadows of the community, a little frightened of taking part. There are so many wonderful and talented people out there and I wanted so badly to join in. But I was struggling to find any form of foothold and due to my own self esteem issues, in the end decided to go back to lurking, not being sure how to integrate or wondering if I should. It felt too late in the day, too late to say hi and introduce myself and try and talk to people in the community. Then the Harringrove Relay race invitation came to my inbox. I can't tell you how much it meant to me to receive this. It shouldn't have taken someone reaching out for me to reach out and I know that now, but that boost of confidence has given me the gentle nudge I needed. Thank you so so much to @half-oz-eddie for inviting me to this <3 I loved writing the piece I did for this event and would love to take part in future events. Thanks for organising this fantastic event and bringing this joy to the community :D To all the contributors, your work is fantastic and all those I've read so far I've loved so much. I can't wait to get around to the rest and gushing about those too. I'm updating the tags as I go along so sorry if the feedback I give appears much later than when I reblog it. And to everyone who has liked my story and/or reblogged, gosh thank you so so much. I can't tell you how much it means for you to enjoy the story and mine and simplydes' lovely Priest Billy and Demon Steve. They are very dear baby boys to me, as are Hargrove in general. So thanks for giving me the opportunity to share this with you all. Kaizen out, for now ^^

#harringrove #harringrove relay race #thanks to the harringrove community #thanks to the wonderful organisers #i'll do less lurking and more posting and sharing next year #the shadows is a little lonely #im gonna come out and play instead

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 8 months ago

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on the subject of Frank, Frank & Julie, and Franklydear

I used to think that Frank will probably be one of the more skeptical puppets, and prone to being one of the first to see that not all is as it seems. And I think the majority of us think/thought this!

But thanks to Riv i have entirely changed my tune. I think Frank will actively be avoiding the truth & clinging to the illusion. Here’s why!

Frank is portrayed as the most “rigid” neighbor - hell, it’s even part of his design! He likes routine, rules, for things to be ‘just so’ in his eyes. He doesn’t seem to like it when things stray from how they’re supposed to be. Everything has a time and a place.

(and this might be mildly insane but blame Riv not me bc they said it, but in Just So Frank says “i like it best when red goes in front of the rest”, and if red is Wally… dot dot dot…)

Then there’s how Frank will very likely be trying extremely hard to be something he’s not. And this is part of his design, too - he’s the only one in the cast without a natural blush. Yes, we’ve seen art where he can blush, but that’s in specific situations. In the bio images Frank is the only one without that little extra bit of color to his cheeks - he has two huge red splotches on him instead. Fake blush. Big and bright and impossible to ignore.

And I’m gonna be diving a bit into Franklydear & Frank’s relationship with Julie because it’s important to this.

I have also changed my tune on Franklydear - slightly. Welcome Home seems to be an example of nonlinear storytelling, as we’ve been getting bits and pieces from all over the place. The Live Interview from the early days, WHRP & Wally’s secret vinyl audios from “now”, the bug audios from an indeterminate time… so while I do think Franklydear is “already happening” within the main meat of the “past”, we will likely also get a chance to see before and after. And I do think there will be an after.

But I’m getting ahead of myself! Why do I think we’re going to see an established Franklydear? I’m going to be honest. A kofi post that I accidentally saw when a friend was sharing their screen with me and didn’t notice until it was too late </3 I should have looked away! But I didn’t, and that’s on me! I won’t say what I saw (it would be a theory anyways, nothing explicit or concrete in the evidence!) but it immediately convinced me that Frank & Eddie are in a secret relationship. I want to say more very badly, but if i’m proven right in tonight’s stream then I will be sharing Why I’m right.

More reasoning that is obvious with this context - the whole “Mr. Dear / Frank- i mean Mr. Frankly!” thing might be part of this fabricated distance. I would completely believe you if you told me that Frank had them both refer to each other professionally to keep up the facade that they’re nothing but neighbors, nothing going on here nosiree. They definitely don’t meet in the woods to be romantic! That added with how unusually playful Frank is with Eddie in 8-14 is interesting… though I can also believe that those audios are from “before” their relationship, given that Frank seems to be dropping a hint with the whole “ You don’t need to be that familiar with them in order to get to know them better!” line. I don’t know - there are a bunch of contradictions that could be them acting, could be differences in the timeline, who’s to say yet!

Anyway, so Franklydear is likely in a secret relationship, but I think Frank is going to get scared, call it off, and try to force a relationship with Julie. As in lying to her and everyone that he has feelings for her, and fulfilling their “destiny” in becoming a couple. I think Frank is where a lot of the internalized homophobia is going to come in.

In most of the Franklydear art we’ve seen from Clown, Frank seems to be very nervous and flustered around Eddie while Eddie seems to be more calm and forward. Frank has already proven to have a bit of a nervous disposition - he’s certainly high strung. That combined with his rigidity, the airs he puts on, and just… everything about him really, I don’t think he’ll be able to handle the pressure.

(side note: the way that Clown said that he wishes they hadn’t let everyone know about Franklydear, it’s ok because it’s “not a major spoiler” has been fucking me up a little. Wym it’s not a Major spoiler? It’s so funny… we’ve all been like “Franklydear will be Thee relationship and a big thing-” and then it’s Not. lmao)

Then there’s the song Clown associates with Franklydear, “Esperar pra ver”. @/Theneighborhoodwatch gave a translation/interpretation of the lyrics - cannot for the life of me find the og ask/post to link, but (if I’m remembering correctly) it was essentially said that the song is about love that doesn’t last / lost love. My friend Akemi (@/akemima <3) provided an alternate interpretation - to quote:

“...to me, it speaks about how they’re both Unable to speak up about their love? and the “wait and see” part is most likely them waiting for the other to make a first step or like. something Hopeful yknow?”

As both a tragedy enjoyer and a happy-end enjoyer, I wouldn’t mind either interpretation being accurate, personally! So Akemi has given us a sprinkle of hope for Franklydear! I think that both interpretations have merit, and hey, they can coexist. We might have them together, then Frank getting scared and calling it off, and then a “third arc” of them wanting to be back together but unable to (yet). Who’s to say!

ON TO THE JULIE PORTION.

For a while I thought that Julie might be the one to pursue a relationship with Frank - both because of the subconscious influence of her “Role” & that she’s bi while Frank is gay. On surface level she would be the most likely of the two to get the wrong/mixed signals and Go For It.

However. Nothing about this project is surface level.

I’ve already mentioned that I think Frank is going to try very hard to be something he isn’t. And this is backed by how his relationship with Julie is portrayed (another thank you to Riv for pointing a lot of this out & smacking some sense into me <3)

Frank is all about rules and matching. Julie is all about improv and independence. Riv pointed out that in “Just So” the audio distorts when Frank is changing bowties and Julie asks if it “really matters”. They also pointed out that, apparently in the Halloween outfit references, Frank’s notes indicate that he’s matching with Julie - but Julie doesn’t have any reciprocating notes. It implies that she was doing her own thing and Frank adjusted himself accordingly. Julie goes along with Frank sometimes, but it seems that it’s usually Frank scrambling to go along with Julie. She’s been described as independent and stubborn. Frank is a bit more of a conforming pushover (no offense Frankie, love ya to bits <3).

Frank is the straightman to Julie’s… I can’t reference the bios anymore but you know! He might be her straightman in more ways than just “he takes things seriously.”

And really. Frank likes routine, he likes things to be consistent. He’s been with Julie as her best friend / “partner” for so long that I’m not sure if he can easily break away from that - I think a change as big as getting romantically involved with Eddie would terrify him. It might be thrilling for a moment, but then the fear will set in.

I thought Julie would be the one clinging to Frank, but it’s the other way around isn’t it?

Frank gets scared & then leads Julie on because he’s trying to act “normal”, the way that’s expected of him. And it fits. One of WH’s themes is the fear of being shunned for / perceived as different by others. Once they know what you are, will they treat you the same?

And I don’t think Julie would be entirely opposed, either. I wouldn’t blame her for developing a crush on Frank. I mean, it might turn out that she’s “just going along with it” because she feels the same pressure and fear, but hm… I’m not convinced of that given what we know about her character. But if Julie has a little crush on Frank, I wouldn’t be surprised if when he forces himself to like her & initiates a relationship, she either realizes that it really was just a crush, or she’ll pick up on how Frank doesn’t actually have feelings & act accordingly. This option has more merit in my eyes. I think it would also reflect on the “love” theme of her house - I’ve speculated since pretty much day one that she’ll have an arc around realizing that she doesn’t need a relationship or even really want one at present, going against what Playfellow likely wanted from her.

(and then I start thinking about the whole livestream trivia thing of Julie maybe falling down a hole or into some abyss… and the concept art of her shoes where she’s standing at the edge of a dark abyss… does she fall, does she jump, or is she pushed? If she winds up being pushed, who does it? Barnaby (milk theory babey!) or perhaps she’ll get in a fight with Frank and in the heat of the moment he accidentally causes her to fall, either by pushing or making her lose awareness of her surroundings (backing off of the edge?). I’m aware that this paragraph is a stretch all around! Don’t take it too seriously! A pinch of salt, people!)

There’s not much else to be said so, in conclusion:

Welcome Home’s storytelling is likely on a nonlinear timeline, Franklydear is established but won’t last, and Frank/Julie is probably going to become a temporary thing

#and yeah! not much else to say! quiet tags bc i was too thorough In Post!#homebogging #wh speculation #welcome home speculation

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sunflowerharrington · 2 years ago

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stitches (- series masterlist) ~ ✧･ﾟ:*

PLAYLIST [coming soon…]

summary -

You died that night.

Simple as that.

One moment you were breathing, feeling your nerves rumbling around your insides as you swung around every which way as the monster jumped from street lamp to street lamp, its arm still digging painfully into your side, being released from its grip the next minute. You had hope, until you saw a bashed up camaro on fire outside a mall that was also roaring in flames…

- a fanfic for billy hargrove stans by a billy hargrove stan.

author’s note - Ladies, gentleman and anyone who is neither, here is a PSA: Viewer discretion is advised. I mean absolutely no harm to any character in this fanfic, this is just my interpretation of Stranger Things Season 3-4 and how I wish things played out.

warnings - Extreme violence, canon Stranger Things events with my twist, inhabitants of the Upside Down, The Upside Down, mentions of the Hawkins Lab Massacre, telekinesis, mind control, redemption of a certain someone, more warnings to be added. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (don’t hate me, please)

taglist - comment, dm or ask me to be added or removed. i have a separate taglist for this fic to my main taglist so if you want all updates on everything i put out let me know :)

main pairing(s) - Eddie Munson X AFAB!Reader (Feminine “traits”, nicknames like ‘princess’ and ‘doll’ etc.), Steve Harrington X AFAB!Reader, Billy Hargrove X AFAB!Reader (FRIENDSHIP)

can also be found on my AO3, @/sunflowerharrington

volume I

001 - a kiss before dying

002 - the girl with the number tattoo

003 - wounded, but reunited

004 - magical thinking

005 - i’m screaming, but i can’t wake up

006 - dear papa…

007 - that’s some romeo and juliet shit, man

008 - he wants revenge

009 - hgih sllih aronel

010 - little black dress

010 - take me to your master

011 - and then it all went wrong

012 - code red! this is a code RED! do you copy?!

volume II

013 - am i dreaming, or is that…? no, i’m hallucinating again

014 - the ballerina and the cheerleader

015 - chrissy, wake up!

016 - midsummer night’s dream

017 - rest in pieces, bitch

018 - vecna’s curse

019 - the seven deadly sins

020 - she’s the monster, not you

021 - rock you like a hurricane

022 - sleep with one eye open, grip your pillow tight

023 - are you really here?

024 - surrounded and estranged

volume III

025 - take my hand, we’re off to never neverland

026 - thunderstruck

027 - come rain or come shine

028 - white light, a desert storm

029 - master of puppets

030 - seek and destroy

031 - apocalypse

032 - epilogue: there’s just no time to die

much love to my bumble bees

- bee 🐝

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rocknrollbabe14 · 2 years ago

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Stuck With You (Joseph x Reader) (Request Part 3)

Stuck With You (Joseph x Reader) (Part 3)

Warnings: Mentions of emesis (vomit), mentions of sex, mentions of labor, mentions of menstrual products.

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. ADULT THEMES DISCUSSED.

Author’s Note: Don’t hate me lol. I was going to leave this at three parts but there was some ground I wanted to cover. I will have one more part and that will officially be the end of this little series. I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read this, love it, or reblog it. It means a lot to me. My inbox is open for requests for Joseph x reader or Eddie x reader, however, it may take me a few days to get them out as I have four in line. I’m sorry if this is not as good as the others but the last part will be the best. :)

Request: Could you write one where the reader and Joseph are trying for a baby? Could it be smut including unprotected sex? (I will put the rest of the request in part four—the last part now since I don’t want any spoilers lol) @thomas-ellis

Since you asked to be tagged dear! @kellysimagines

Another month had passed, making you an estimated twelve weeks pregnant. You documented every week with a picture of your still barely noticeable bump. Your morning sickness was at its peak, happening almost every morning. You usually climbed out of bed in a hurry, causing Joseph to jar out of his sleep, quick to come behind you and hold your hair back. You usually skipped breakfast which you knew you shouldn’t be doing but you couldn’t keep it down.

This morning was no different. You snapped out of your sleep, immediately feeling nauseated. You threw the cover back and sprung out of the bed. You barely made it before you began throwing up. This was your new morning routine. Just a minute later, Joseph was behind you pulling your hair back. Most men couldn’t tolerate it but he didn’t seem to mind it. He hated you were having morning sickness, the one symptom you wish you could have skipped.

You closed your eyes, flushing the commode before leaning back against the door again, the cold tile on the floor feeling comfortable in contrast to your warm body.

“Love, I’m so sorry.”, he sighed as he rubbed your shoulders.

“It’s fine.”, you coughed out as he handed you a towel.

“This is kind of my fault.”, he chuckled easily, trying to make you smile.

“It’s really okay, Joe.”, you smiled lightly, wiping your face with the towel before attempting to stand up.

He helped you stand up and you walked over to the vanity, eyeing yourself in the mirror. You looked rough but you felt even rougher. Today was your monthly appointment and you were glad you made it in the afternoon after how you were feeling. You all had been debating when to tell your all’s families. You were still hesitant, wanting to make sure everything was okay.

Joseph was going out of town in a few days for a week and this would give you an opportunity to decide when to tell them. Joseph had a bigger family that consisted of his mom, dad, brother, and two sisters. They liked to go out to dinner and on holidays so you all thought about a trip to break the news.

“Do you want anything to eat, love? A banana? Apples? Grapes? Toast?”, he listed a few things easy on your stomach.

“Just toast, Joe.”, you breathed easily as you began brushing your teeth.

“Anything on it?”, he asked.

You shook your head and he kissed your cheek before going downstairs. He was really encouraging you to eat something. You knew you needed to. But it was so hard when you always woke up sick every morning. You spit out your toothpaste before rinsing your mouth. You reorganized your side of the vanity before going downstairs to buy Joseph a couple of minutes to make his food before yours. You couldn’t stomach the smell.

After you felt satisfied, you made your way downstairs to see him getting your toast out of the toaster. He gave you two pieces, hoping you would eat them both. You smiled at him, appreciating his effort. He had already placed his breakfast on the table. You sat down at the table and he brought your toast over. He gave you some water to drink as he knew you didn’t want anything else.

You all talked through breakfast, excited to see the baby again and this time hopefully you’d be able to hear its heartbeat. You all wouldn’t know the gender of the baby for a few more weeks but you all had debated keeping it a surprise. It would be harder for the family to buy anything but sometimes ultrasound technicians were wrong. You were able to make it through one complete piece of toast, an accomplishment for you at this point.

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You sat in the doctor’s office once again. You checked in and sat back down beside Joseph. It was calmer today with just a couple of pregnant women. They were noticeably pregnant unlike you. This made you feel slightly awkward. Joseph picked up an expecting parent magazine, flipping through it to pass some time away while you all were waiting. You giggled at him easily as he raised an eyebrow at you playfully.

Thirty minutes passed before they called you back into the office. The nurse checked your weight and blood pressure, both normal. The nurse explained you had actually lost two pounds instead of gaining, raising slight concern in you and Joseph. You were asked about any new symptoms before the nurse instructed you to pee in a cup to make sure there were no early signs of gestational diabetes.

Dr.Bennett came in a few minutes after you had come back from the bathroom. She listened to your heart and lungs again, everything checking out. She asked if you had been having nausea and you explained to her it was every single morning with maybe an exception of one. She reassured you this was normal and the probable cause for losing a few pounds and not to worry right now. She prescribed you some Zofran to have at home to help alleviate that feeling of nausea.

This made you feel better. Dr.Bennett asked you to lay back and she felt your abdomen, measuring it easily. You were on track according to her. She asked if you needed anything else before sending the ultrasound technician in. You denied any further needs and she stated she would see you back in another month and for you to make another appointment at the front desk on your way out.

You went ahead and laid back on the table, anticipating what would happen next. Joseph smiled over at you as the door opened just seconds later. It was the same ultrasound technician you had last time. She once again squirted some of the cold gel on your stomach, causing cold chills to appear. Joseph took your hand as she began running the transducer over your stomach again. All of a sudden instead of a bunch of high-pitched noise, you heard a strong, steady heartbeat. Joseph smiled at you, already wearing the look of a proud daddy on his face. Tears were noticeable in his eyes and yours.

“Baby has a nice, strong heartbeat. 142.”, she smiled.

“That’s our baby.”, you smiled.

“Yes, love. Our Baby Q.”, he smirked, blinking his tears back, running his free hand over his face, sniffling.

You all had gotten into a habit of calling your baby, Baby Q as a little nickname. This time the ultrasound showed the baby had gotten a little bigger, its head becoming more defined. You could see its little nose and mouth. You could see its legs more this time, even its little foot. Joseph getting emotional was so sweet and made you realize you had made the perfect decision by choosing him as your baby’s father.

“Your baby is being very cooperative. They usually are shy.”, the ultrasound tech laughed.

She was busy taking some pictures for you all while you all admired your little baby. You all were head over heels. She printed the images as you wiped the gel off, sitting up. Joseph helped you off the table as she handed you all the pictures. You all scheduled yet another appointment which would be your 16-week check-up. Then would be your 20-week check-up. It was hard to believe it would soon be your halfway mark.

Once you got home, you admired the pictures of Baby Q. It was so hard for Joseph not to tell his parents. He and his mom FaceTimed quite often. While he was gone to cons and doing interviews, she called often and checked on you. It was nice that his mom liked you. You dreaded that Joseph was leaving in a few days but you were proud of him. He asked you again and again if you would be okay while he was gone. You assured him you would.

He told you if anything happened to you or the baby, he wanted to know and he would be home on the next flight. You told him you’d be okay but assured him if anything happened, you would let him know. He was satisfied with that answer. That dreadful morning came when he was leaving and you began to feel overly emotional. He grabbed his suitcase at the bottom of the stairs.

Joseph was delayed for his flight by a few minutes. You began crying and sobbing, begging him not to go. This ripped his heart out and he debated canceling last minute, but you quickly dried your tears. You knew it was the mood swings beginning and told him the fans needed him and you didn’t want to stand in his way. Once he felt you were okay, he left for the airport. You would count down the days while he was gone.

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Your 20-week check-up went well. The baby’s heartbeat was normal and Baby Q was measuring a week ahead now. Your nausea was still intense but the Zofran was giving you some relief from throwing up. You had gained a pound back since your last visit. You and Joseph had decided once he got home you all were going to take a trip to his childhood home in South London, England. His brother and sisters were going to be in and you both figured this would be a perfect opportunity to tell his family.

At 20 weeks and three days, you and Joseph had been in bed, his hand on your stomach as you all watched television. He always talked to the baby before bed. You thought it was the cutest thing and you brushed through his curly hair as he got close to your growing stomach. He rubbed your stomach just like he always did as you fell asleep. All of a sudden, he gasped and his eyes lit up.

“Did you feel that?”, he asked, excitedly.

You nodded. “Felt like a kick. Man, this kid has got some power behind it.”

He chuckled. “Baby Q is showing out for mommy and daddy tonight, aren’t you?”

You were now 22 weeks pregnant and it was becoming slightly obvious. It would be harder to hide while you were on your all’s small holiday. The baby was active during the day, sometimes even active as you were trying to sleep from pure exhaustion. You seemed to stay tired all the time, barely feeling like doing things around the house that had to be done. Joseph jumped in and helped as much as he could. You all also decided to keep the gender of the baby a surprise until its birth.

You all were leaving in the morning for London and you were nervous about flying this time. Especially being pregnant. You zipped your suitcase, feeling your back aching. Joseph came into the bedroom, noticing you.

“Hurting love?”

“Yeah, a little. But I’m done packing.”, you smiled.

You packed a lot of dresses, babydoll tops, oversized shirts, and leggings. Your jeans would hardly zip nowadays. Joseph grabbed your suitcase and took it downstairs with his. Your all’s flight left early in the morning. You honestly dreaded getting up, praying maybe for one morning you wouldn’t be sick. How were you going to hide your morning sickness at Joseph’s parent’s house? His mom was over the moon that you all were coming to stay for a week.

You all mentally went over a list of everything you needed to take with you. Your Zofran was a must-have. The only thing you were waiting to pack was your make-up. You all fell asleep by seven-thirty that evening, exhausted from packing. The alarm clock went off sooner than it should. Joseph yawned, hitting the snooze button before sitting up in bed. You laid there, feeling him get up and begin getting dressed almost immediately.

For once, you didn’t have nausea waking up. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. London’s time zone was five hours different and it would take you some getting used to. Jet lag was in the cards for you and Joseph. You eyed the alarm clock. Four-thirty. You groaned, throwing your covers back before stretching, feeling the baby move easily.

“Good morning Baby Q. We are leaving to see Nan and Grandad and tell them all about you.”, you laughed as Joseph came back into the bedroom.

Joseph said his mom and dad would prefer Nan and Grandad and you all had got in a habit of calling them that already, careful not to in front of them yet.

“I see you’re feeling better love.”, he said kissing you before touching your stomach.

You nodded. “I hope it lasts.”

Joseph kissed your cheek before going downstairs to load the suitcases in the car. You quickly slid on black leggings and a flowy white top. It hid your growing baby bump well enough for now. You quickly did minimal make-up, and put earrings in before you met Joseph downstairs. He had loaded everything and you all were ready to go to the airport. It was still dark outside as you all drove to the airport.

Joseph yawned, still visibly tired. He focused on the road, making small conversation with you along the way. You all parked at the airport, unloading your suitcases. You all went through security checkpoints which took a little while. Soon, they called for your flight and you boarded with no problems. You both slept for the majority of the flight before waking up for the last few hours of your flights. It was already daytime and that was messing with your head.

His parents were meeting you all at the airport so you wouldn’t have to rent a car. You all landed and got through customs before getting your luggage. You were nervous meeting his mom and dad again, even though you had met them in Paris after your all’s engagement. He held your hand as you all waded through the crowds of people before he spotted his mom and dad waving wildly.

He chuckled as you all neared them, his mom taking him into a huge hug.

“Joseph, we missed you so bad dear.”, his mom kissed his cheek, causing him to blush.

“Nice to see you again, Y/N. How was the flight?”, his dad asked you as he hugged you lightly.

“Good, just I feel so tired.”, you laughed.

“Time change is a wanker.”, his father agreed.

His mom finally released him before turning her attention to you. “I’m so glad you and Joseph came to see us Y/N. You look beautiful—just glowing.”, his mom smiled as she hugged you.

The last sentence made you shoot a glance at Joseph with wide eyes before smiling. He picked up on it too. She released you and you prayed she hadn’t hugged you too tight to notice your stomach. They helped you all with your luggage. You had the ultrasounds in your purse. Every set you had. You were nervous to tell them but Joseph seemed to not be as nervous.

His mom already informed him his sisters and brother were waiting for him at home, excited to see their brother. It didn’t take long to arrive to their house and there were several cars parked in the driveway. Joseph grew up in South London and you were excited to see his childhood home for the first time. Joseph helped you out of the car as his parents unloaded your all’s luggage.

You all cleared the door, and immediately were met with his two sisters running to hug their brother. They almost tackled him with hugs, teasing him easily about getting a girl as pretty as you. His brother came to the door, instantly grabbing him in one swift motion, holding him under his arm, giving him a noogie, and messing up Joseph’s perfect hair. He quickly went to smooth his hair back down, beginning to introduce you to his siblings. Everyone made you feel right at home.

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The week seemed to pass all too quickly. Joseph’s mom and dad had made you feel right at home. The time change really messed with you, causing you to sleep in most of the second day but after that, it got a little easier. Baby Q didn’t like the time change though. Tonight was the night you were going to tell his parents. You admired the dress you had chosen to wear since you all were going out to a nice restaurant. You checked your make-up one last time as Joseph slid on his loafers to match his grey suit.

You had gotten sick a few times while at his mom and dad’s house but Joseph helped them chalk it up to the time change. You had the ultrasound pictures in your purse. Joseph had already called the restaurant ahead of time to order a dessert to surprise them. His siblings were joining with their spouses.

“Joe, I’m so nervous.”, you laughed easily.

He smirked. “It’ll be okay love. They’ll be over the moon.”, he reassured you.

The restaurant was private. It was a warm evening, so you all opted to sit outside. You all joined everyone at a huge table. You sat down beside Joseph, nervously running your hands over your dress as the waiter asked for your drink selection. Everyone else including Joseph’s parents ordered an alcoholic drink—that was except for you.

“You’re not gonna drink dear?’, his mother questioned beside him, looking down the table at you.

“No, thanks. I’m still not feeling the best.”, you excused, politely, opting for water instead.

Joseph eyed you from the corner of his eye. The waiter brought everyone’s drinks and your water before going around the table asking for everyone’s food selections. Everyone began reminiscing, sharing stories about each other. His family had a strong bond and that was refreshing to see in this day and time. You laughed, smiling at Joseph throughout dinner especially when his mom told a funny story about him.

You knew soon you all would have a baby and get to watch it grow up, developing its own unique personality. You knew it was getting closer to dessert and your stomach was twisting in knots. You were unsure if the baby didn’t like dinner as you were not used to eating food from England or your nerves. Personally, you hoped for the latter.

“Are you all ready for dessert?”, the waiter asked.

“I’ll take care of it.”, Joseph spoke up, the waiter already informed of the surprise.

“Joseph.”, his mom interjected. “You don’t have to do that.”

He quickly dismissed her, ordering a few different desserts for everyone. Your heart dropped into your stomach and you felt the twisting feeling in your stomach intensify. It seemed like an eternity passed before the waiter, followed by another came back out, bringing all the desserts. One waiter went around the table serving a small brownie with ice cream or vanilla cheesecake to each of his siblings and their spouses.

The other waiter went over to Joseph’s parents, sitting down a large brownie with icing on it before stepping back. Joseph grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze and smiling at you as his mom and dad squinted to read it.

“We-love-you-Nan and Grandad.”, his mom spoke slowly.

It took them both a moment to register what they had just read. His mom’s eyes instantly lit up and she jumped up from her seat. All of his siblings and their spouses wore surprised looks but quickly turned into excitement as they cheered.

“You’re pregnant?!”, she eyed you.

You nodded, not being able to avoid the tears welling up in your eyes as you smiled.

“Oh my God. I had no idea!”, she exclaimed as she came over and kissed Joseph and hugged you both. His dad followed suit, congratulating you both.

Joseph was proud of this and it warmed your heart to see him like this.

“How far along are you?”, his mom asked, wiping her tears back before laughing.

“She’s twenty-two weeks and six days now?”, Joseph eyed you.

You nodded.

“I’m gonna be a nan. My baby boy is having a baby. Do you know what it is?”, she asked.

“We are keeping it a surprise until the baby is born.”, you smiled at Joseph.

“Imagine a little girl. A granddaughter.”, his mom smiled at his father.

“We might get a little grandson.”, his father smirked back to his mother.

Joseph had been right. They were both over the moon at the news of Baby Q. His mom and dad were playfully debating whether it would be a boy or girl, causing you and Joseph to laugh. His mom and dad insisted they would fly to the States and be there for the birth of their grandchild.

“Show me your baby bump.”, his mom insisted, her excitement evident.

You stood up at the table and pulled your dress tighter, making your growing bump visible. It was significantly bigger than it had been. You ran your hand down it. Joseph was smiling, beaming just like a proud daddy.

“Oh my. Look at that.”, his mom beamed at his father, them both smiling.

She asked if she could feel your bump to which you agreed and tried to guide her hand enough where she could feel the baby kick because Baby Q had been kicking like crazy. Joseph kept his eyes on both of you, slight tears noticeable in his eyes, him wiping them away every few minutes. He was already a proud daddy. Her eyes lit up when she felt it, laughing with pure joy as she felt the baby kick.

“Joseph used to do that to me all the time. He give me the hardest time.”, she looked at him.

Joseph’s cheeks grew red as he brushed a hand through his curly hair. A motion he did when he was embarrassed but you thought it was cute as ever. His mom immediately followed by asking if you had any ultrasound pictures. You informed her you had all of them with you. You opened your purse, pulling them out before handing them to her in order.

“Oh my God. Look at it.”, his mom smiled as she showed his dad, making over your all’s little peanut.

They took their time looking at each ultrasound image, making over Baby Q. Joseph motioned for you to come over to him. He stood up, kissing your cheek and holding you. His brother and sisters got up, and began looking at the pictures, making over the fact their baby brother was having a baby. You smirked at Joseph thinking this was the cutest thing. His mom and dad hugged you both, congratulating you and handing the ultrasound pictures back to you.

His mom made it clear that at the next appointment she wanted pictures texted to her immediately and she wanted to FaceTime with you all every now and then to see the progress of your bump. You all agreed immediately. Dinner was soon over and everyone went back to the house. The night was filled with photo albums and home videos. Joseph seemed a little embarrassed but you assured him he was absolutely adorable. You couldn’t wait to have memories with him and your baby.

Before you knew it, it was time to board your flight home. The week had been a nice getaway but now it was time to go home and focus on your all’s growing family. The next few months flew by as Joseph was gone for a few weeks every now and then working on some new projects and doing meet and greets. In the next few appointments, everything looked good and your glucose test came back good with no signs of gestational diabetes.

You were now 36 weeks pregnant and feeling every second of it. You only had four weeks to go if you could make it to 40 weeks. Baby Q was still measuring a week ahead. It didn’t feel as though the baby had dropped yet so labor was still a ways out. You had felt Braxton Hicks contractions quite frequently. Dr.Bennett assured you that real labor pains would be in your back and not so much in your stomach. Baby Q was more defined, even being able to see facial features. Joseph couldn’t believe how clear the 3D ultrasound was. You all had decided Baby Q had Joseph’s nose. No question about that.

After that week, you had an appointment every week. By week 37, Baby Q was still not head down. You could feel the baby in your rib cage, making it harder to breathe and sleep near impossible. Joseph loved that he could feel the baby kick more and the baby’s movement was much more defined. You were ready to have this baby in your arms. You had your baby shower, realizing you were cutting it close. All of your friends and Joseph’s came, amazed by the fact you hadn’t gone into labor yet. You and Joseph took the cutest pictures, some you framed immediately.

Week 38 came and your belly had dropped according to Dr. Bennett. Baby Q was also head down, a sign labor was imminent. Joseph helped you with the baby’s nursery as you began nesting mode. You all had decided on grey and white for the nursery as the gender was a surprise. You all had decided to wait to buy the crib bedding. You all had diapers, wipes, pacifiers, blankets, bottles, and gender-neutral outfits galore. His mom and dad were going to buy a few things once they flew in and found out the baby’s gender.

Joseph added finishing touches as you sat in the floor organizing everything. You both felt satisfied as you stood back and admired your work. You and Joseph had the hospital bags packed and were prepared at any time. You had ordered an outfit for a baby girl and one for a baby boy. This would be the baby’s going home outfit. It was exciting for you both to be surprised with the gender of your all’s first baby. You all had decided on names for either a boy or girl.

Week 39 was uneventful. Dr.Bennett decided to give you another week before she would induce you. Everything was perfect with Baby Q. You groaned as you left the doctor’s office in the car.

“What’s wrong love?”, Joseph asked, already knowing the answer.

“So miserable. I just want to have this baby already.”, you groaned.

Joseph took one of his hands off the steering wheel before holding your hand, lifting it up to his lips, and placing a gentle kiss on it. “I know love. Maybe we should take some of Dr.Bennett’s advice?”

Dr.Bennett had given you all a few ideas to help induce labor. Exercise, relaxation, eating spicy foods, and even sex. You had relayed to her that you would like to go into labor naturally and hopefully have a natural childbirth if you could withstand the pain.

“Maybe go for a walk this evening?”, you sighed at him, trying the simplest idea first.

He agreed. You all arrived at home and you decided you were going to take a nap first. Joseph sat in the living room with you, stroking your hair as you fell asleep with your head in his lap. He allowed you to sleep for about an hour and a half before waking you up for that walk. Part of you was slightly pissed at him at first but you remembered you really wanted to have this baby.

You all went for a walk, enjoying the nice fall weather. Leaves were on the ground in front of you, crunching underneath your all’s tennis shoes. You both talked about how exciting Christmas would be, now that you all had a baby to share it with. Joseph’s parents were flying out first thing in the morning and would be staying with you all for a little while. His mom made it a point that she didn’t want to wear out her welcome, however, you both knew you would value her help with a newborn baby.

The walk didn’t help. You tried to sleep on your body pillow but couldn’t get comfortable no matter which way you tossed or turned. You groaned in disgust.

“Can’t sleep, love?”, Joseph yawned as he flipped on the lamp.

You shook your head. “Nope. Baby Q thinks mommy doesn’t need sleep apparently.”

He chuckled. “You know we could try the other idea to help induce labor.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Seriously, Joe?”

“Dr. Bennett recommended it, you know.”

You thought for a moment. “Yeah,but look at me. I’m a cow.”

You were a little self-conscious of your changing body but Joseph reassured you that you were still beautiful and you were carrying his child.

“You’re beautiful, love.”, his eyes filled with desire.

“Really?”

“Really.”, he beamed, slowly tracing your hip.

It didn’t take much convincing before you found yourself on top of Joseph, you all making love most of the night until you both passed out from exhaustion. It was the some of the best sleep you had gotten since your stomach had gotten bigger. You struggled to ease out from Joseph’s arm without waking him up. He stirred slightly but turned over, grabbed his pillow, and settled right back down.

You waddled your way to the bathroom, flipping the light on. You felt like going to the bathroom may ease some of the pressure and pain in your abdomen. It didn’t. You sighed as you made your way to the mirror, looking at yourself. All of a sudden, you felt a gush of fluid and looked down in the floor.

“Joseph!”, you yelled out, fear in your voice.

It didn’t take him a second before he was in the bathroom after hearing the panic and fear laced in your voice.

“Whats going on lo-oh my God. Is that—?”

“My water broke.”, you interrupted him, panic taking over you.

He was going to keep his head about this. He grabbed a towel from the closet, tossing it in the floor to dry up the excess so you wouldn’t fall.

“Love just go to the bathroom and wash up real fast and we will go to the hospital, okay?”, he kissed your cheek as he helped you into the bathroom.

“Joe, I’m scared.”, you breathed, tears on the brink of falling.

“You’re going to do fine, love. We get to meet Baby Q soon. Do you need me to help you?”, he asked calmly.

You nodded. He helped you into the shower before going and grabbing your clean clothes, towels, and washcloth. Dr. Bennett had you if your water broke to come in immediately to be checked. You were shaking as you turned on the water, trying to get your senses back. You had seen this happen on television but it was different in real life.

Joseph stayed in the bathroom to help you as you needed. Your shower felt like it was in slow motion as your mind was realizing this was real. Joseph handed you your body towel to wrap up in as he helped you out of the shower, ensuring you didn’t fall. Once you were finished drying off, you grabbed your clothes and slid them on.

“Can you hand me a pad Joe?”, you asked sniffling.

Without hesitation, he handed you one. This would help until you got to the hospital. He helped you downstairs to the couch while he quickly loaded your all’s bags. He immediately made a phone call to his mom and dad as he went out the door, hoping he would reach them. He came back in for you, helping you to the vehicle.

He knew you were scared, frankly, he was too but he was excited to finally meet his son or daughter.

“Love, you’re going to do great.”, he held your hand again.

“I’m just nervous. I want everything to be okay.”, you sighed. “Did you get in touch with your mom and dad?”

He nodded. “They’ve landed and they’re going to the house first until we hear from the doctor if you’re in labor or not.”

You once again admired your engagement ring before looking up at Joseph driving. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if this was a dream.

“Do you think I’m gonna be a good mom?”, you asked hesitantly.

Joseph snorted easily. “Do I think? I know you’re going to be an amazing mom.”

He smiled over at you and you looked up at him, smiling. It didn’t take just a few more minutes before you all turned off near the hospital. It was early morning that the sky had light blue hues with some pink and yellow mixed in. Joseph parked near the ER entrance. He came around and helped you out of the vehicle, allowing you to move at your own pace. You all walked across the parking lot, wondering if this was the moment you all had been waiting for.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years ago

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Hello lovely <3 would you be willing to write an eddie fic where reader is like eleven (they escaped together, are close like sisters, but reader stayed in hawkins.) And something happens where reader uses her telekinesis to save eddie (maybe go off canon and jason and his goons find eddie in reefer ricks house but reader stops them from hurting eddie or something along those lines). Love your writing, you're a phenomenal writer <3

I was really scared by this request at first and I think it was just my brain overcomplicating things LMAO so here it is and I hope this is what you were thinking of!

El had a better support staff than I did.

I was alone when I escaped the lab. I didn't have a Hopper or a Mike or anyone resembling friends for the longest time. I didn't know how to communicate correctly let alone explain to someone what had happened to me and where I've been for all this time.

I always wondered; do I have family out there? People who are looking at me who think that I just up and vanished? Did people think I died or something terrible? What did Papa- sorry, Brenner- what did he tell them?

I eventually gave up on looking for them and settled where I could, resorted to theft and breaking and entering to find a place to stay for the night. It wasn't easy, especially for someone who was freshly seventeen.

But never would I have thought that I would've moved in with one of the most popular guys in Hawkins and have him take me under his wing. It was ironic that Steve took me in and Mike took El in around the same that, that we found people to care for us and make sure that we were kept out of the eyes of the government or as El likes to call them, 'bad men'.

With every catastrophe that hit, I learned more about the world around me and I got even closer to the kids and Steve's friends, almost forgetting for a whole year that I had these powers that could take down a mountain of men.

I was normal.

Then Vecna hit.

And so did Eddie.

No one exactly told Eddie of my origins. He originally thought that I was Steve's cousin and we all just went with it. Not because we didn't think he could understand, he's always known of El even without meeting her. But we didn't think that he could take one of his new, closest friends having superpowers while also learning about everything else happening within and beneath Hawkins.

So eventually, we all just forgot to tell Eddie. Now, in hindsight, that wasn't the best idea.

His eyes are wide as he gawks up at me, watching my hand slowly lower down to my side, the rest of the group staring at the group of demo-bats that lay dead on the ground. My lips part as I frantically look for something to say to Eddie, watching him go through the five stages of grief all at once as he tries to put the pieces together.

Robin's the first one to make any sort of noise, a small relieved sigh leaving her but as she turns to look back at me, her eyes follow mine and she finally realizes why there's still tension in the air. Her eyes widen as she reaches over to smack Steve before pointing to Eddie who scrambles to his feet.

"Eddie..." I trail off, his hand raising to keep me from coming any closer and Steve blows out a breath, reaching up to grip at his hair.

"Shit, I forgot she could do that-"

"Oh you forgot, huh?" Eddie screeches, my whole body jumping in shock at the sound of his voice and his volume, my eyes watering as he looks me up at down before turning to Steve, Robin and Nancy. "No one thought it was important to tell dear old Eddie that the girl I've been in love with for months- talking about for months- has superpowers?!" My heart drops to my stomach, my hearing turning a bit fuzzy and goosebumps erupt along my skin at the words. Steve laughs, obviously not catching what the rest of us did.

"Superpowers is a stretch-"

"In love with?" Nancy asks, silencing Steve as a look of realization passes over Eddie's face at the realization that he said that out loud and accidentally just told on himself.

"Shit- I, uh- can we go back to the whole 'superpowers thing'?" He stutters, cheeks blushing in the dim light but Steve scoffs, stepping between Eddie and I to point to watergate before resting his hands on his hips.

"How about we focus on the fact that we're stuck in the upside-down, alright? Then you guys can figure out your love life."

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strawberryspence · 2 years ago

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DAE's STEDDIE FICS

I am not taking requests right now.

🍦 Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson 🎸

Chaptered

for your eyes only (i'll show you my heart)

(7 Chapters completed on AO3)

“Damn you, Harrington.” Eddie shakes his head, looking back at the box again. He can see Robin looking at him, but Eddie avoids looking at her. He didn’t want to answer questions about his damn crush on Steve freaking Harrington and how he keeps getting more perfect by the minute. Eddie needs him to stop, like literally right now.

“Oh my god,” Dustin screams, making Eddie look at him from across the room. Eddie finds him staring at someone, so he follows his line of sight and finds one Steve Harrington, yeah, that one, the one he just asked a second ago to stop being perfect? Yeah, that guy is standing at the bottom of the stairs with a crumpled box in his hands and is wearing glasses.

Steve Harrington just exceeded perfect.

Or: 5 times Eddie falls in love with Steve wearing glasses and the 1 time Steve finds out.

choose the rose garden (over madison square)

(5 Chapters completed on AO3)

Eleven Blooms is Steve Harrington’s pride and joy.

The first time El visits the flower shop, she cries. She cries, and she cries, as Steve holds her in his arms, thanking her for everything she’s ever done for all of them, telling her that no matter how many flowers he’ll watch grow in his life, Jane Hopper would be the prettiest, brightest, strongest one of them all and it’s been a privilege to watch her bloom into the person she’s always meant to be

Or: It's 1991, Joyce and Hop are finally getting married. Steve owns a flower shop, Eddie's a rockstar and everyone's tired of their bullshit.

i’ve got you under my skin

(5 Chapters completed on AO3)

“Who’s getting married?” Steve whispers. Eddie smiles at him, and Steve swears he’s never seen that much of Eddie’s teeth.

“You and I, sweetheart. We’re getting married.”

Eddie gives him a look, thank God, something familiar in this whole mess. It’s the look that Eddie gives him that says Do this or I’ll fire you. Steve cocks his head, “Yes! Yes!”

He looks back at Gareth, “We are getting married.” Steve announces, enunciating every word.

Or: Steve Harrington has to marry Eddie Munson (also know as the Devil Incarnate), so Eddie won’t get deported back to Canada and for Steve to finally achieve his dream to be a producer.

Or: The Proposal AU Steddie Edition

One Shots

i saw the world crashing (all around your face)

(9,7k words)

"How're you feeling?" Eddie quietly whispers, the conversation private for just the two of them, even if there are people around them.

"Okay. I think. Your injuries hurt like a bitch." Eddie laughs, full-on paughs, his eyes wrinkling into a crescent. Dear fucking god, he had dimples. Yeah, Steve is a goner. Eddie Munson had a smile that could rival the sun. He thinks this might be his new life mission: make Eddie Munson laugh and smile for the rest of his life.

Or: Steve Harrington begs the universe to keep Eddie Munson alive while he carries him in his arms. Someone must have heard im in the Upside Down because Eddie's injuries transfer to him.

you're beautiful (every little piece, love)

(7,5k words)

Steve Harrington would do anything for the kids. Anything.

Apparently that includes shaving his hair.

shakespeare and warm drinks

(4,8k words)

She’s not sure of a lot of things. But here are three things Joyce Hopper knows right now:

1. She makes the best hot chocolates in Hawkins, maybe the whole of Indiana.

2. She loved Shakespeare in high school.

3. She is not a great matchmaker.

Or: The one where Joyce matchmakes Steve and Eddie: Shakespeare Style.

this love came back to me

(15,9k words)

"And you do know that people are curious, right?" Oprah pushes her glasses up, "Everyone is curious as to who and how you can write such heartbreaking songs without anyone ever seeing your date?"

The camera flicks to Steve, and he blinks back at her, "Yes. I am aware."

"Where is this muse?" The camera flickers between Oprah and Steve as they laugh at the question.

"My muse is chilling in the skies, watching me play. He's probably berating me for stealing his sweetheart."

Or: After Eddie's death, Steve returns to the Upside Down to retrieve his guitar. He learns how to play it and ends up becoming a famous singer, famous for his heartbreaking songs about longing and yearning for someone. For a while, that's it. It's not until sixteen years later, that some secrets are uncovered.

this umbrella belongs to me (to us)

(13,8k words)

Sarah Hayes is nineteen when she finds out she’s pregnant. She had just graduated high school, and she just gotten accepted into Indiana University, and this was supposed to be her year.

Now— now she’s pregnant.

Damn, Wade Munson and his damn smooth talking and his damn brown eyes. She should’ve never agreed on that date.

Or: 5 times fate tried to pull Eddie and Steve together through an umbrella, and the one time it finally brings them together.

lumière over me

(1,2k words)

Growing and changing will always be easier for Steve when Eddie’s with him. It doesn’t matter if it has been 10 years, 20 years or even 50 years.

Series

was there a lifetime waiting for us (in a world where i was yours?)

one: you're the pulse i've always needed

(9,2k words)

28 years after Eddie Munson's death, Steve Harrington watches The Amazing Spider-Man 2 and hears a song that changes his life.

two: my soul looks forward to loving you

(3 chapters completed on AO3)

"I don't shake hands." Eddie gives him a look. Steve can't decipher what it is. Fascination? Curiosity? Interest?

"Soulmate non-believer?" Eddie challenges.

Steve raises an eyebrow at him before answering, "Romantic soulmate non-believer."

"Shake my hand. Nothing's going to happen, love. Not ever.”

Or: In their next life, a universe where if you hold your soulmate's hand, you will see visions of a past life lived together, Stephen Buckley and Edward Munson both don't believe in soulmates.

#steddie #steddie masterlist #dae writes #steddie rants #daeheadcanons #for your eyes only #choose the rose garden (over madison square)#ive got you under my skin #you're beautiful (every little piece love)#my soul looks forward to loving you

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alovesongshewrote · 2 years ago

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Is There a Doctor on this Plane? (Yes, yes there is.) - P5 | Eddie Munson x Reader

Plot: you and eddie move to canada. dustin and steve figure something out and they aren't allowed to talk about it. eddie is sad. [Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral!Reader] Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Word count: 4,260

Warnings: i don't think this chapter has any, actually

Disclaimer: Uh, yeah, fuck netflix, and fuck whoever came up with having a "stranger things experience" in a former n*zi prison where jewish and romani people were exterminated. that's an incredibly fucked up thing to do, and i do not support or endorse it.

A/N: so, funny story, the rest of this story is actually written, so if you want it all today, lmk

Tags: @twistedhistory @keepingitlokiii

Canada wasn’t as cold as you expected it to be. Yeah, sure, the weather wasn’t exactly pleasant, but whoever told you that the northern country was full of snow 24/7 was a fucking liar. The country had some other positives, too. There were a few examples, but the most prevalent in your opinion was that the Canadian police weren’t hunting Eddie.

It was a lucky break, really, that Mr. Munson had a friend up north with an entire spare dwelling that they just weren’t using. After a few calls, that spare house was set to become a safe one. Eddie was going to hide out there until Hopper finally cleared his name- and you were going with him.

As a medical student and one of Eddie’s oldest friends, you were the best choice to watch over him. You knew it, Eddie knew it, and Mr. Munson knew it so well that he made you promise to take care of his nephew. You did. You couldn’t say no to that ask.

This led to the most awkward and uncomfortable road trip of your fucking life. It wasn’t exactly a vacation for Eddie, either. Steve and Dustin had a good time, though.

They’d agreed to help you and Eddie move and by god, were they making the most of it. They didn’t seem to mind that they were split up the whole time. You made sure one of them always sat beside you, and the other sat beside Eddie, keeping the two of you separate so you wouldn’t have to address the emotional elephant in the room.

Steve and Dustin didn’t even mind the shitty car that you’d acquired. They just chatted away, talking about whatever came to their minds. Occasionally, Eddie would join them. You only joined in once, and that was to correct Steve when he referred to Bilbo Baggins as “Blorbo Bagguy.” Nice work, Steve.

Your silence didn’t go unnoticed, though. Steve, Dustin, and Eddie were all aware that something was up with you- they’d been aware of it since you suddenly left the hospital room the day Eddie woke up.

They all had different theories, of course. Eddie thought you hated him. He thought you were so pissed at him for dying in front of Dustin that you just never wanted to speak to him again. Steve and Dustin were less dramatic. They figured you were tired, and that the stress of almost losing a dear friend was taking its toll on you. They weren’t wrong, of course, but everyone was missing a key piece of the puzzle- one that would change the face of the road trip forever. Or at least until it ended.

Halfway to your destination, Steve and Dustin finally decided to confront you about your angst fest. A gas station would be the perfect place for the intervention, they thought. They waited for you to start filling the car with gas and for Eddie to step away, claiming he needed a cigarette. With the two of you separated, they pounced.

“So, (Y/N),” Steve asked, leaning against the roof of the car and trying to look cool, “How are you, are you doing okay?”

“I’m fine, Steve,” you said, your voice hesitant and full of suspicion.

“Oh, really? Because you’ve been silent the whole way up here and it’s been super weird,” Dustin cut the bullshit, running straight for the issue on everyone’s minds, “What’s been up with you, lately? You’ve been off ever since Eddie woke up.”

You sighed, your hand smacking against the car as you fixed the duo with a look that could terrify Vecna, “Are you really asking me that?”

“I mean, maybe not so bluntly-”

“Yes. Yes, we are asking you that.”

You took a deep breath. The air smelled like gasoline and cigarettes. You needed a fucking nap and you needed it badly, but this so clearly wasn’t the time. You kind of wished that you could just collapse into the ground, go into a coma and wake up weeks later the way Eddie did, but you-

“(Y/N)? Hellooo, we’re waiting for an answer, here?”

You glared at Dustin again before you responded, “Look, man. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m just tired. Stressed. I’ll be fine though, don’t worry about me.”

“Yeah, you’ve said that before, it’s not gonna stop us from worrying,” Steve’s arms were crossed like a disappointed mother.

“Exactly. Now tell us what’s up. You’ve been too quiet with us, and you’ve been straight up cold to Eddie.”

You really had been cold, hadn’t you? You hadn’t spoken to any of them, and you refused to even sit near Eddie. A pang of guilt ran through you, echoing down your spine and along each and every one of your nerves. You had to tell the truth here. You just had to.

“It’s just that- I’m so angry at him, y’know? He died. He fucking died, and he did that in front of me, and in front of the kid,” you pointed at Dustin, who looked mildly offended that you were still calling him a kid.

You ignored that and continued on, “And he died to save a town that hates him. We are running to Canada because he can’t go back to Hawkins for his safety. And now- and now he’s just, he’s back! He’s alive, he’s fine, and I’m so happy that he’s back, but…”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, hugging yourself, “It’s- it feels like he thinks that his life has no value. And he’s always kind of thought like that, so it isn’t really a surprise, but it still hurts, because it’s like he thinks could just die and everything would be fine. And that’s- that’s not true. He- he’s worth so much. So, so much, and if we didn’t get him back I don’t know what I would do. But…”

You cut yourself off, looking in the direction that Eddie went, “He’s alive, now. He’s alive, and Hawkins still hates him, and we’re here, and things aren’t going back to normal, and they never will because for a second, he was dead. I lost him. And now he’s back, and I just- I’m pissed. But then I feel like I shouldn’t be pissed. I mean, I was starting to think he’d never wake up, y’know? But now he’s awake. He’s alive. And every time I meet his eyes now I just- I freeze. It’s like something goes through me, like-”

“Electricity?” the boys asked in sync.

“Yeah. That. Exactly that, how did you know?”

Steve and Dustin looked at each other before turning back to you. Their eyes were wide with some kind of shock.

“What is it?” you asked, “What’s going-”

“Holy shit. You’re in love with Eddie, aren’t you?” Dustin’s voice was quiet, but not quiet enough for your taste.

“Hey, shh. I know that, but he doesn’t, and I don’t know where he is,” as you looked around for the missing metalhead, Steve and Dustin shared another look.

“Either way, that’s not the point, the point is-”

“Wait, so you know? Like, you know you’re in love with him and you didn’t tell anyone!? Not even Robin?”

“Hey,” Steve pouted at Dustin’s response, “Why don’t we ever have time to talk about my love life?”

Dustin squinted his eyes at the older boy, “You never shut up about your love life. Call me when one of your girlfriends comes out of a coma and immediately has to flee to Canada after dying, okay, Steve?”

“Hey, can I finish my sentence?” you raised your hand as if you were in a classroom.

“Sorry.”

“Thank you. Look, the point is I’m upset. And I know it’s wrong. What he did was… it was heroic. It was brave, it saved us, and it’s selfish of me but- goddamn do I wish he hadn’t done it. He ran into danger without a thought for himself, and if he ever does it again, I think it’ll kill me.”

The two boys in front of you remained silent for a second before Dustin said, “Holy shit, you’re in love with Eddie.”

“Yes,” you said, raising an eyebrow, “We’ve been over that, that’s not the-”

“No, but that is the point! You’ve been pulling away because you’re in love with him-”

“And he almost died saving you,” Steve finished the kid’s sentence, “You feel guilty and you're upset, that’s perfectly normal.”

“What’s not normal is freezing him out. You should go to him!” Dustin was jumping up and down with excitement, “You have to tell him that you love him.”

“I assure you I do not.”

“But you do though! Because right now, I’m pretty sure he thinks you hate him!”

“What?” your voice sounded fragile, more so than it had the moment before, “I don’t-”

“Yeah, we all know that, but he doesn’t know it!”

“Who doesn’t know what?” Eddie emerged from behind the gas station, playing with his lighter as he made his way towards you.

“I don’t-”

“We don’t-”

“You don’t know that you shouldn’t play with a lighter at a gas station,” Steve interrupted you and Dustin, and your weak attempts to hide the conversation you’d just had, “Come on man, put that thing away, you’re gonna blow us all up.”

Eddie nodded, doing as Steve asked. You quickly turned your attention back to the gas pump, ignoring the three boys as they piled back into the car.

“(Y/N), are you coming, or what?”

You finished quickly, trying to ignore the slight tremor in your hands. You climbed into the backseat next to Dustin, and you shut your eyes, trying to block out the conversation you just had. Your moment of peace didn’t last long.

You felt something on your hand. Soft slow taps from an unknown source. You tried to ignore it, but the longer you did, the quicker the taps came. When you opened your eyes, you saw Dustin tapping away your hand, over and over again in the most annoying way possible. When you turned to glare at him, he mouthed the words, “You need to tell him.”

You mouthed back, “What?”

“Tell him how you feel.”

You shook your head and looked forward again, eyes sliding closed as you pretended you were somewhere else. You imagined the library at your school, a nice beach, a cabin in the mountains- and you were ripped from each fantasy thanks to the tapping on the back of your hand.

You spun around, glare much more pronounced this time. Dustin’s intentions were also much more pronounced. This time, he just pointed at Eddie rather aggressively while mouthing the word, “TELL!”

You threw your hands up, mouthing the words, “What the fuck, Dustin?”

“You need to tell him!”

“No!”

“You have to tell him, bike car xylophone cheese!”

Your lip reading was not on point.

“What? What are you even talking about?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how I’m not going to tell Eddie that I’ve been in love with him for years!” or at least that’s what you meant. What Dustin saw was, “I’m talking about how I’m not going to eat Los Angeles for yams!”

Dustin’s lip-reading was also not on point.

“What?”

“What the fuck are you two doing?” Steve asked from the front seat, “Stop distracting me or I’m gonna crash this car.”

“Yes, mom,” Dustin said, rolling his eyes.

“Hey, don’t talk to your mother that way,” you said, voice mockingly harsh, a shit-eating grin plastered across your lips.

“Yeah, Henderson. Don’t make him turn this car around,” Eddie joined in, and the three of you laughed at Dustin’s expense.

“You guys suck,” the kid said, crossing his arms and sinking down in his seat.

You only laughed louder. Of course, you thought nothing of it- you were just laughing, that was nothing special. To Eddie, however, the sound was pure magic. He hadn’t heard that laugh for too long. He looked at you in the rearview mirror, staring with what could only be described as pure longing. His dark doe eyes took you in, admiring your smile and every line of your face. You, of course, didn’t notice this. You weren’t focused on where Eddie’s eyes were. Instead, your attention was turned to the world speeding by outside your window.

Dustin, however, was paying very close attention to where Eddie was looking, and holy shit did that kid want to scream. Not only were you in love with Eddie, but from what he was seeing, Eddie was in love with you. He was intent on you sharing your feelings before, but now? Now he needed you both to confess.

And he needed Steve to be in on it.

Alas, the car was in motion, and with the speed you were aiming for, you wouldn’t stop again until you were much closer to the border. That meant that Dustin had to stay silent, holding in your secrets until he could finally let them out. It was torture. He hated every minute of it. Even when the car ride devolved into intense discussions about random shit, it wasn’t enough to distract him.

“Look, I just think that Tom Cruise isn’t as hot as people say he is,” you said, throwing your hands up.

You think Eddie is hot, though, Dustin thought.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tom Cruise is hot,” Steve responded, taking a hand off the wheel to emphasize his point. Eddie just nodded in agreement.

“Whatever,” you said, “I just think he’s overrated.”

But you don’t think Eddie is overrated.

“Ok, so who do you think is hot?” Steve put his hand back on the wheel.

EDDIE, they think Eddie is hot.

“I don’t know. Maybe David Bowie?”

And Eddie.

“David Bowie?” Steve asked, sounding very much like he didn’t believe you, “David- you know what, I get it, actually.”

“Yeah, I see it,” Eddie nodded in agreement.

The conversation shifted to a rather PG version of kiss, marry, kill, but Dustin’s mind remained in the same place.

“Okay, I would… murder the shit out of the Thing,” you said, thinking hard.

“From The Thing?”

“Yes, Steve, the Thing from John Carpenter’s The Thing. Then… I’d kiss Galadriel, and I’d marry MacReady. Also from The Thing.”

Steve nodded approvingly, “Not bad, not bad.”

You’d also kiss and marry Eddie, Dustin thought. What he said, though, was, “Hang on, why wouldn’t you marry Galadriel?”

“Honestly? She kind of intimidates me, I don’t think I could handle that in a marriage.”

You could handle Eddie in a marriage-

“What about you, Dustin, you have to kiss, marry, and kill three people and/or characters,” you nudged his side.

“Uhhhhh,”

Shortly after, the conversation shifted again. Dustin’s mind still didn’t falter. It was a little harder to stay on topic that time, though.

“Ok, but does anyone actually know what the plot of Cats is?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, it’s,” you put your hands over your eyes, “It’s something about all the cats competing to see who gets to die in a trash fire? I think?”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously!”

I feel like I’m dying in a trash fire. JUST TELL EDDIE HOW YOU FEEL.

“That’s surprisingly metal for a musical where people in lycra suits pretend to be cats,” Eddie said, knocking his rings against the window.

Y’know what would be metal? IF YOU TOLD (Y/N) YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH THEM.

The car ride continued like this until you stopped again. At that point, Dustin’s mind was a tiny bit lost. The second he was out of the car, he dragged Steve off behind a tree that definitely wasn’t big enough to hide them both.

“Woah, woah, woah, Jesus, calm down. What do you want?”

“Eddie’sinlovewith(Y/N)!”

“Wait… what?”

“Eddie is in love with (Y/N). They’re in love, they love each other!”

“Okay, wait, how do you know that?”

“Just look at the way he looks at them!”

Steve looked around the tree to see you and Eddie still near the car. You looked like you were asleep standing up, and Eddie was smoking again. Neither of you were looking at each other.

“Okay, not right now,” Dustin said, pulling Steve back to face him, “But in the car, you have to see the way he looks at them! He’s totally in love.”

“Alright, big shot, I’ll take a look when we get back in there… but you know we could just ask him, right?”

“... Shit, you’re right. Hang on,” Dustin leaned around the tree, “Eddie! Pst! C’mere!”

Eddie purposefully ignored the kid, focusing instead on his cigarette.

“You should go see what he wants,” you said, leaning towards him just a bit, “He might lose his shit, otherwise.”

Eddie was too shocked by the fact that you were talking to him to move. Instead, he just turned to look at you, his eyes wide and lips slightly parted. You hadn’t spoken directly to him since he woke up, and now that you were-

“Why are you looking at me like that? Just,” you waved your hand, “Go see what he wants.”

He did as you asked, stumbling a little as he pushed himself off of the car.

“What’s up?” he asked, cigarette still in his hand.

“Hi, Eddie, you’re in love with (Y/N), right?”

Eddie choked on smoke and ash as he tried to recover from Dustin’s question, “What?”

“You’re in love with (Y/N), yes or no?”

“I- how- where did this come from?”

“Just answer the question, man,” Steve said, running his hands through his annoyingly perfect hair.

“You’re in on this too, Harrington?”

“Yeah, he’s in on it, we’re both in on it, now answer the question!”

Eddie didn’t answer. Instead, he looked over at you. Your eyes were closed again, and you were leaning against the car. You looked so calm, so relaxed, more so than you’d been since he woke up. Your lips were turned up slightly at the ends, and he wanted to kiss you so badly-

Of course, you didn’t see this, but Steve and Dustin did. Steve even nodded at the kid, a silent agreement that yeah, holy shit, Eddie was down so bad.

“Y’know what,” Dustin said, “Don’t answer. We already know.”

“What? Hang on, I have questions-”

“There’s no time for your questions. C’mon, Steve.”

Steve sent a sympathetic glance and a shrug in Eddie’s direction before he followed the kid back to the car. Eddie was left by the tree, watching as the two boys walked away from him. He was more than a little confused, but instead of racking his brain for a possible answer, he just brought his cigarette back to his lips and turned to face the other way.

Since he was looking in the other direction, he didn’t see it when your eyes raked over his figure, hungrily taking in every part of him. You were still mad, yes, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the view.

Of course, Steve and Dustin noticed you. This was to their detriment, because seeing the obvious want on your face made them want to tear their hair out. As Steve walked to the other side of the car, Dustin walked up to you. He grabbed your shoulders and shook you slightly, as much as his fourteen-year-old arms could manage.

“Tell. Him,” the kid said, before climbing into the backseat beside Steve.

“Hey, wait a minute,” you put your hand on the door before he could close it, “Get out, you’re riding shotgun.”

“Uh, no. You are riding shotgun, and Eddie is driving. Now, go on. Shoo!”

You flipped the kid off before climbing into the car, slightly pushing yourself against the door. Eddie was the last to get in, smelling of cigarettes and pine. The ride was relatively silent the rest of the way into Canada. Whenever someone did speak, Steve and Dustin’s thoughts screamed for you and Eddie to confess. Alas, there were no confessions to be had. Your arms were crossed against your chest, and Eddie gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Crossing the border went by without incident. As your merry band ventured further north, rain began to pour down on your shitty little car. You drove past towns and rivers, and through a dense forest until you finally reached your destination.

Your temporary home was about the size of Reefer Rick’s- and it was completely empty. The windows were dark and there were no cars around it. Its pale yellow walls were overgrown with moss and ivy. Despite the house’s abandoned appearance, there was no spray paint or broken glass to indicate petty criminal activity. As soon as Steve and Dustin left, you and Eddie would be relatively isolated, and entirely alone. The thought almost scared you, but you refused to let it.

“Alright then,” you said, pulling yourself out of the car, “Let’s get set up, shall we?”

You walked towards the door. Just as Mr. Munson said, there was a doormat, and beneath it, a key. You slotted it into the lock and opened the door. The house smelled like old wood and dust. You coughed slightly as you stepped inside, moving through the house and turning on the lights. Eddie, Steve, and Dustin followed behind you, carrying boxes with them.

After you finished making sure all of the appliances were functional, you joined the boys in carrying your few belongings into the house.

You were in one of the bedrooms, putting away your clothes when Steve found you. You gave him a small nod when he entered, one that he returned. A few moments passed before either of you spoke.

“You should talk to him,” he said, his hands kept busy as he messed with whatever he could find, “Not now, y’know, but soon, just… let him know how you feel. He deserves that much- and you deserve to get it off your chest, y’know?”

You bit your lip, “You may have a point.”

“I may have a point? I know I have a point. Besides, you don’t actually plan on spending your time here in awkward silence, do you? Because that sounds like a bad plan.”

“Damn. That’s another point for you.”

“I know,” Steve said. He put down whatever junk he was fiddling with and put his hands on your shoulder, gently turning you to face him, “Look, when you have someone who looks at you the way he does, you don’t want to let them go.”

“And how does he look at me?”

“Like he loves you.”

“Oh,” you said, your voice shaking slightly. You coughed and patted Steve’s hands, “Thanks, Steve. Emotional intelligence suits you.”

“It’s no problem, just,” he pointed at you and smiled, “Act on it, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Right. Now, let’s head downstairs, shall we?”

He offered his arm to you, and you took it, heading down the stairs with him.

When you hit the final step, Steve moved ahead of you and wrapped an arm around the kid’s shoulders, messing up his hair as he pulled the kid down the hall.

“Well, we should get going,” Steve said, “Our flight is soon, and if I buy four plane tickets instead of two my parents will kill me.”

“Aw, and (Y/N)’s in Canada, so they wouldn’t be able to bring you back,” Dustin joked, batting at Steve’s arm, “Eddie, you’re coming with us, right?”

“Yeah, I’m coming, I’m coming. You’re gonna be alright on your own, right?” Eddie turned to you. You froze under his gaze, your heart racing. Still, you found your words.

“I’ll be fine. It’s Canada, what’s the worst thing up here? Bears?”

He smiled at you, and you felt like you were on fire. Trying to dispel the feeling, you turned to Steve and Dustin, “Well, you know where we are, and you know our numbers. If you need anything, let us know.”

“Of course. And we’ll let you know when you can come back.”

“Good. Let’s hope that’s soon.”

Dustin finally broke free of Steve’s hold and ran at you and Eddie. He hugged the metalhead first, whispering something you couldn’t hear. Then, he sprinted for you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

“Take care of him, okay? And take care of yourself.”

“I will, I promise. You don’t have to worry about us, alright?” you pulled away, “And you take care of yourself. Try to get some sleep, kiddo.”

He hit your shoulder for calling him a kid again. Of course, you laughed at his expense. When you looked up, Steve had his arms around Eddie. He let go and moved over to you.

“Watch yourself up here, bears aren’t anything to laugh at.”

You laughed again at Steve’s serious expression.

“I’m serious!”

You pulled him into a hug, “I appreciate your concern, Steve.”

When he pulled away, he left his hands on your shoulders, “And take my advice, will you? Make a move!”

You patted his hands, shaking your head as you took a step back, “I’ll see what I can do.”

For a moment, the four of you were silent. The woods were filled with the sound of wind and birdsong. Over the treeline, you could see a storm forming.

“I’ll see you when I get back,” Eddie said as he got into the car. You watched as the boys drove off, and the car quickly disappeared into the trees.

#x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things spoilers

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thecrimsondandelion · 3 years ago

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posting this on its own, so it can actually be seen in tags. a more in-depth fic on my blond!eddie post

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“What happened to the Blondie we all knew and loved?”

Richie grins and rests his cheeks in his hands, only half listening to Eddie as he rants on about the percentage of adults who continue to be blond, something about eumelanin increase. Nothing that begs for his attention.

The main focus is on the sharp angles of Eddie’s face, the worry lines, and huge brown doe eyes. Though he looks a lot stuffier than he was as a kid. Similar to the way Sonia used to do him up for the Sunday service he’d be dragged along to, or how she’d put him off to school, a huge difference to the disheveled, feral little gremlin he’d become when they walked out the barrens, or the day after a sleep over.

He was still so pretty, but Richie wonders what Eddie looks like when he first wakes up in the morning. Without all the hair gel, and the polo shirts. What would happen if Richie was to reach out and smooth over the crease between his eyebrows with a thumb, or to kiss away that perpetual frown.

Shit. Absolutely not.

Richie stops the thoughts as soon as they start, panic rising up in him like bile. The panic knowing that after 27 years his feelings haven’t changed. That he’s still so thoroughly eager for every piece of Eddie’s attention, so willing to give everything he has to a man he hasn’t seen since they were kids.

So he pretends to nod off, snoring loudly into his hands, let’s his head knock off the table as if he’s just been woken up when Eddie punches his arm,

“Woah, sorry, Ed’s! You lost me there.”

“You’re such an asshole, Richie!” He revels in the way Eddie crosses his arms and rolls his eyes, the way they eventually roam back to Richie.

They keep each other’s gaze until the hear a chair scrape across the floor,

“Looks like these two idiots haven’t changed a bit.” That familiar deadpan voice is the only thing that could rip away Richie’s attention from Eddie for a moment.

“Well I’ll be! It’s Staniel Uris in the flesh!”

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Richie has Eddie over his shoulder, gripping onto him for dear life as they struggle and claw their way out of the sewers, out of 29 Neibolt Street, he barely notices as it crumbles into a heap in front of them,

It’s all been a flash since he dropped down from the deadlights, Eddie straddled over him excitedly talking about how he’d gotten It, the memories… or visions, or whatever it was he’d seen - Eddie being impaled, dying, the miserable and short life he’d live after.

He stays.

Eddie’s there for a month.

He charms nurses for extra pudding and jello cups. Deals with Myra’s antics when she storms into the hospital room with crocodile tears. Calms Eddie down when she’s escorted out. He holds Eddie’s hand, loves him. Though it’s not something he admits too quickly, not with all the stress already on his friend.

It’s 3 weeks in when he sees the the strip of blond right at Eddie’s roots.

“Holy shit!”

Eddie whips around to give him a questioning look, narrows his eyes suspiciously at Richie’s grin.

“You’re blond! You’re still blond!” He frowns, “Thought you said about the emu-whatcha-ma-call-it’s?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Eumelanin.”

“Uh huh, whatever. You dye your hair? Usually it’s the other way around, yknow? People having midlife’s crisises, ‘blonds have more fun’ type deal.”

“The plural for crisis is crises, actually.”

Eddie sighs when Richie doesn’t relent.

“I don’t know, Ma always hated it, Myra did too. They said it wasn’t professional enough, or whatever. I wanted to be taken seriously.”

Richie frowns, hates the way Eddie’s life has been controlled for so long.

“Maybe you could stand to take yourself a little less seriously. You should bleach it back, it was a good look on you, Blondie.”

He does

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Beverly takes him to some swanky hairdressers, the kind of place that’s hands out mimosas to their clients. Eddie arrives back at Richie’s - well, actually, their apartment now. His cheeks are pink from the drinks and sun, and his hair is blond. Styled to sit soft, sweet, and wavy. Richie’s taken aback by how much younger it makes Eddie look, the way it contrasts and shows off those pretty brown eyes. He looks happier, and it makes Richie’s heart stutter.

“What do you think?”

He looks nervous, and it pisses Richie off that anybody ever made Eddie feel insecure. That somebody saw that sweet Blondie and asked him to change. He shouldn’t need Richie’s approval, but he obviously wants it. Wants to be told he looks good, and he does, Eddie looks fucking breathtaking.

Except Richie can’t seem to form any words, the wire connecting his brain to his mouth has been completely fried. What should have been a compliment wrapped in a joke, past his lips as:

“I’m in love with you.”

Fuck.

Eddie’s sun kissed cheeks darken, the blush spreads prettily down his neck. Richie stays stuck to the spot just staring helplessly at his best friend. Because damn it, why the hell did he say that?

“If you’re making fun of me, Rich. I’ll kick your ass… Do you mean that?”

Richie nods silently, barely hearing Eddie over the rushing in his ears and the pounding of his heart against his ribs.

“Oh.” A smile spreads across Eddie’s face, slowly steps towards the taller man. “I should have tipped the hairdresser more than I did, if it’s good enough to make you fall in love with me.”

He rolls his eyes and huffs, Eddie hasn’t reciprocated, but he isn’t angry or disgusted, so at least there’s that. He licks his lips and puts on a cocky half-grin, hoping that Eddie can’t see how desperately insecure he feels,

“I wouldn’t bother, since I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. And I kinda carved our initials into the kissing bridge. It never really went away, so it’s not down to the hair transformation.” He’s rambling, one minute he can’t get his stupid brain to get out words and the next he can’t get it to fucking stop. But he continues quickly with a southern drawl, “Might need to send them a lil ole tip myself though, because you’re lookin’ mighty fine. I—“

He doesn’t realise Eddie’s right in front of him and until he feels hands on his shoulders, it grounds him. Which is a blessing in the way that he’s no longer talking, but a curse in that he’s finally replaying all the crap he just spouted.

“Hey, take a breath, Trashmouth.” He looks down and is greeted by the softest expression. “If you’d given me a second I could have told you I loved you too, by now.”

“Nuh uh, for real?”

Eddie let’s put a bemused huff through his nose, leans forward to bring their lips together. It’s sweet, a soft brush and peck followed by a firm and chaste kiss. It’s everything Richie’s ever wanted, and more. But something nags at him,

“Don’t ever think I don’t want to be kissing you, Ed’s. But you haven’t actually said that you… y’know, with me?“

“I heavily implied it, read between the lines, Dumbass.”

Richie pulls Eddie firm against his chest, presses his face into soft blond hair. “Who do you think I am? Bestselling author Billiam Denbrough? Bookish ex librarian Micycle Hanlon? I was the math nerd, a movie-goer.” He yelps when Eddie pinches his side.

“Against my very best judgement,” He squirms back to steal another kiss, reaches up to hold Richie’s jaw in his hand, “I love you, Rich.”

“I love you too, Blondie.”

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