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smuthospital · 2 years ago

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🎃⭐️Texas Chainsaw Massacre x reader⭐️🎃

Art by: Minilev

Premise: You go hiking with a friend and this bitch has the audacity to leave you alone. You end up hitchhiking with some hippies, but their van gets a flat! Oh no! Good thing there's a farmhouse nearby. Maybe they can help

Note: I had this in the drafts for awhile. I decided to whip it out for halloween. Enjoy. Say one thing bad thats not constructive criticism and its a block. Tired of these fucking kids smh. Also, imagine everyone with a soulthern accent

-Dr. Smut

Minors DNI

Warning: Non-Con, side charicter death, mentions of gore, kidnapping, fem reader

"So uh..thanks for picking me up." You say with a nervous smile. You refrain from coughing as the strong smell of marijuana floods your nose. Right now, you're in a classic 70s Volkswagen van, hitchhiking through Texas. Your friend convinced you to go backpacking with her, but a quarterway through, she ditched you to continue the trip with her new boyfriend. Some junky she met at a gas station. You can't exactly turn tail and go home because she took the car, and stranded you in the middle of nowhere so, you had no choice, but to catch a ride with some hippies.

"No prob, sweet cheeks. Anything for a pretty lil' lady like yourself." The driver looks back at you for a moment and winks. You think he may like you. You cringe slightly. "Eddy has a crush on you! Ain't that right, Ed?" A girl next to you wearing a tie-dye crop top pokes Edds back a couple of times. "Well, who wouldn't?" He chuckles. You play with your fingers nervously. You've been driving along a dusty, desolate path through some empty part of Texas for a while now. You've always been perturbed by the idea of Texas. Americans and with their guns and hot temper and all. It seems you may have watched too many scary movies. You haven't seen a soul for miles, let alone a house, just tall grass and more tall grass.

The car suddenly jolts and you're all jostled around. The girl sitting next to you clings to you as the driver slams the brakes. You gasp for air, your heart pounding a mile a minute. "Huh!? W-what the!?" Edd shouts before hopping out to investigate. You cautiously slip out the back and join him. Edd lifts a spiked wire. It's still stuck in the now flat tire. "Some asshole must'a dropped it here while delivering somethin'," he says as he drops it back on the ground. It popped the back tires. You pull out your phone. No service. Of course.

"Do you have any spares?" You ask, hoping to get out of this creepy place. "Unfortunately these are the spares, sweet cheeks." He sighs. "Weren't you supposed to buy more, Ed?" Ann shouts from the window. "This is no time to argue! We have to get help!… Look, There's a farmhouse right there. Let's hope someone's home." He says, walking towards it.

You hesitantly follow them to the creepy house. "I'm gonna check the farm, you two knock on the door." Edd doesn't give anyone time to respond before he walks off. You walk up to the front door and Ann knocks. You feel like you're being watched. You shift from foot to foot nervously. A few minutes pass and no word. Not even a sound. "What the? Where's Edd? If no one was home, he should be back by now!" Ann looks around. You begin feeling incredibly anxious. "Let's go find that idiot," she says and walks off quickly, you follow behind her. You can't leave her to do it by herself so you agree. You walk over to the farm and see…the gate open.

"H..hello?" You call. "E-Edd?"…No response. The two of you cautiously walk into the house. It smells like wood and iron. You see a red smudge on the wall…weird. This is getting scary. "Ann…I think we sh-" You're cut off by a blood-curdling scream from Ann. You quickly go over to the open doorway she's looking at to see a horrific sight. Edd has been cut to pieces. You hold back bile in your throat and grab Ann. "Let's go!" You shout. She snaps out of her trance and follows you to the entryway, only for the two of you to halt in your tracks.

Standing there is a giant, his hulking frame filling the doorway. He's the scariest thing you've ever seen in your life. A mask covers half his face, and in his arms is a chainsaw. You make eye contact with the beast and scream. Ann yanks you deeper into the house, hoping to find an exit. The man follows you, hot on your trail. You see a back door and try to open it, but it's locked. Cassie then barely avoids losing her arm as she dodges the giant.

He hasn't tried to attack you yet. You grab a chair and smash it through a window. You pick up a plant and throw it at the man, who cornered Ann. He's completely unphased, but pauses and looks at you as if to warn you. You toss his warning to the wind and jump on his back. "Ann, go!" You scream. Ann runs towards the window but stops when another man shorter than the man you're currently on top of, smashes a hammer onto her head.

You hear a crack and she falls to the floor, limp. "Ann!" You cry. Your body was then slammed to the floor by the hulking, chainsaw-wielding psychopath. You whimper and crawl backwards. You hit a wall and he lifts his chainsaw towards you. You're thankful It's turned off. You close your eyes and wait for death. You feel the blade lightly touch your collarbone…and then gently move down between your breasts and to the junction between your spread legs…he rubs your thigh with the chainsaw lightly, as if thinking. You look up at him in confusion. He tosses the saw to the side and grabs your face in his large hand. He tilts your head from side to side, examining you.

"Think she's pretty, Tommy?" The man who just attacked Ann asked.

'Tommy', the giant holding your face grunts and nods. You're horrified. Does this monster think you're pretty? "Yeah, I agree, Tommy. Good thing you didn't turn her into dinner… though, I don't think you were gonna. You had your eye on her since their car landed in our road trap." He laughed. Trap!? This was all a setup!? Did he say dinner!? Your head is spinning.

Tommy looped his bur waist arm around your waist and hoisted you up, placing you on his shoulder like you weighed a small sack of potatoes. "H-hey! What are you doing? Put me down!" You shout, pounding your hands on his back, but it doesn't even look like he knows you're hitting him. You hear footsteps and look up to see an old woman looking over at you. “P-please help me” you whimper. She smiles down at you sweetly.

"Well, I do say, you sure found yourself a sweet little thing. Ain't that right, Thomas.” The hulking figure above you grunts in agreement. You cry as you realize she has no intention of helping you in the least. “She has a pretty voice too…Take care of my Tommy, girl!” She warns, glaring down at you. “Tommy. Get'er to pop out a few farmhands, will you?" All blood drains from your face. They…want you to…what? Tommy carries you down into a dark, creepy basement. You almost puke. You see dead bodies hanging from hooks and dismembered limbs and bones strewn about….is that Edd? You're carried down a hallway and into a room. The room is empty besides a dirty mattress in a corner. He throws you on the mattress and begins to undress you immediately.

You scream and try to stop him, but he's just too strong. "P-Please stop!" You cry. Tears flow down your cheeks and you hiccup. Tommy leans down and wipes away your tears, not calming you in the slightest. He strips you down to your bra and panties and takes a good look at you, drinking up your body. You can see the lust in his eyes. He grunts in excitement and removes his bloody apron. You curl your body up and hide yourself from him. He softly strokes your cheek and hugs you like you're a teddy bear. He's oddly gentle, but you feel he's losing patience. He taps your shoulder a few times, silently urging you to show yourself to him. when you don't, his taps become a little harder. He grunts in annoyance. He presses himself into you, trying to get closer. You feel his hard cock through his pants and try to shuffle back.

He grunts in frustration, yanking your arm and knees apart, forcing your body to reveal. You need to do something!…" Please,… don't hurt me, Tommy" He only stares into your eyes. You can see emotions swirl in his eyes before he lets go of you and stomps out of the room. Looks like he's giving you time to cooperate. You bring your hands to your face and sob. You look up. You have to get out of here! You hope to god you can do this. You get up and tip-toe towards the door as quietly as you can. You slowly open it and slide it open just enough for you to fit through, which proves to be quite difficult as it's very heavy. You don't know how the monster did it before.

You continue to quietly make your way down the dark hallway, missing the dark shadow to your side. You try not to look around too much at the carnage before making your way up the stairs. You find the window you previously broke now boarded up. You take a deep breath, preparing to make a run for the front door. You haven't heard anyone yet so you think you're still in the clear. You make it to the front door and just as you're about to try and open it, your body is slammed against the wall, your breath knocked out of you. You cough and groan. You feel dizzy. You look up to see Tommy staring down at you with a look of anger. Was he waiting for you to try to escape?

You grit your teeth before lifting your knee to knee him in the crotch, but he anticipates it and grabs your leg, lifting it. He makes space for himself between your legs and lets his large hands roam your bare midriff and up to your breasts where he proceeds to rip off your bra, revealing your chest to him. You whimper in pain and try to hide yourself, earning yourself a shove into the wall, banging your head slightly.

The corners of your eyes go dark for a few moments. Your head stops spinning when he leans down and slides his tongue up your cheek. His other hand reaches down and roughly grabs at your clothed cunt. He makes sounds of excitement once again. Saying you're terrified would be an understatement. You feel his fingers cup and wiggle around down there, not knowing what to do, but liking the feeling of doing it.

You again try to shove him off as best you can. He grunts in annoyance and moves the hand previously on your chest up to your throat. Your whimpers and please turn into choked gasps and gurgles as he squeezes. He gets even closer and you can feel something hard rub against your lower stomach. "Get her, Tommy, get her!" You hear from behind him. He grunts in response and tears off your underwear. He brings it to his nose and inhales. His eyes roll back a bit as if smelling the most heavenly scent imaginable.

You now realize he's probably never held a woman before and he's completely deprived of any sort of warm human touch. "Common, Tommy, gimme that! You get to have her, the least I should get is her undies!" His brother pleads. Tommy contemplates holding the small bit of cloth in front of him before tossing it back, which his brother catches and desperately presses to his face, moaning into the fabric like it's an oxygen mask.

Tommy grabs your hair and begins dragging you back down to the basement. You scream in pain and grab onto his hand for any relief as you're forced to the ground. "No! Please! Ahh Stop!" You cry out. He drags your naked body down the blood-crusted steps and makes his way back to the room you dread. He tosses you onto the mattress once again. By the time you manage to get up on your knees, you hear a clinking sound and turn to see him undoing his belt.

You crawl into the corner as he gets on his knees before you, his shadow casting over you. He unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall off. You now know that trying to inflict pain on him is futile. Muscles that scream he could crush you like a soda can. Not only is he as big as a fridge, but he also looks like an off-season pro wrestler. You can see a very prominent bulge struggling to free itself. The size of the tent itself is intimidating.

His eyes lock on yours as he slowly unzips his belt and frees his aching cock. You look away and feel his weight settle on the bed closer to you. You can feel his heavy breathing on the side of your face. He grabs your legs and yanks you beneath him, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel his bulbous tip rub up and down your folds. "Please…" Your eyes widen and you trail off as your eyes lower to what's prodding at your cunt. You want to look away, but morbid curiosity wins. It's almost unbelievable. His cock like himself, is too big. It's long, very thick and veiny. It looks like a beer can. You can just tell he's smiling under his mask.

He slowly pushes the tip in. You try to scoot back, but he grips your hips with his massive hands and pushes forward, but fails entry, seeming too big. He grunts in frustration. He tries again, this time managing to push the tip in. You scream. It hurts so bad. "No, y-you're too big!" you gasp, squirming in place. He holds your hips tighter and continues pushing forward, impaling you on his cock, all the way to the base.

Your mind blanks. You're unable to think cohesively. You're in so much pain. He lets out a groan of pleasure and doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size and just starts moving. It feels like your organs are moving around to accommodate his massive size. You look down to see a large bulge in your lower stomach. You whimper and groan as he thrusts. "W-why?" You croak. He looks up at you before lifting your knees, pressing them to your chest and leaning on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him push deeper into your womb, the tip of his cock threatening to push through your cervix. He nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, cooing softly to you affectionately while playing with your hair as if to say 'I love you'.

You cry beneath him, moans being forced from your lips as his hips plow into yours. Tommy grabs your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You can hear him making happy sounds of some sort between grunts. He suddenly picks you up and gets off the bed with you in his arms, skewering you on his cock. He raises you up and down like a human fleshlight. You uncontrollably moan into his shoulder. His hands grope your ass as he starts to force you up and down faster. It feels good. You can't help but feel shame.

He grunts loudly and forces himself as deep as he can. You whine as you feel a rush of hot cum flow into you. Rope after rope, he fills you up. You feel so hot inside. Your stomach bloats from the sheer volume he fucked into you. He pants and looks at you, rubbing your cheek with his. He slowly lifts you off his cock, cum pouring from your abused cunt before setting you down on the mattress. He covers you with a thick warm blanket and brushes your hair from your face, stroking it with his thumb lovingly. If you knew this was gonna be a one-way trip, you would've brought some pillows.

#lemon #non con #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #dead dove do not eat #male yandere #yandere noncon #texas chainsaw massacre #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt #slashers #fem reader

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general-kenobis · 2 months ago

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Hi! I wanted to ask if you could write a eddie x reader where they have been together for a few years and his band broke through so he is doing tours and stuff and reader knows he's loyal but still feels insecure about herself and when she confesses to eddie he assures her there is no one else and when they make love he proposes? ^^

Hi!! This is definitely something that would happen to me if I was reader and omg that would be such a lovely moment if it was real! You said "make love" but I went too far with this one, sorry 🥲 They hadn't seen each other in months in this story!

Word count: 3k

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MDNI), established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), aftercare, praising, choking kink

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Eddie and his band were selling out arenas too fast lately. Corroded Coffin used to play at night clubs and small bars, until they had been getting invitations to perform at weddings and birthday parties as well. That was almost three years ago. Now, the lead singer of the metal band has been on magazine covers and headlines as they have been selling out huge arenas.

From state to state in the US, he and the guys were also travelling around the world, visiting new places and meeting new people. Meeting fans. It wasn't a big deal to you, especially when you were also making them company through a few dates. But when you stayed home, you felt a little insecure about yourself. Because you know how rock stars and musicians were like sometimes. You've heard multiple stories about lead singers and other band members leaving parties, hotels, etc, with other women hanging around their shoulders.

Eddie would never be one of them. The caring, kind, dork Eddie Munson was never the type. Either it was him, or Gareth, or Jeff, who would reassure you there was no one else in his life, and it was enough for you to put it past you. They had a week off recently, all of them deciding to take a small trip to the Caribbean. The boys weren't heavy partiers, choosing a destiny that was purposely for rest only. And they meant it.

He bought you a plane ticket right before he departed from France. He was excited to see you again after a few months apart from you, it was getting on his nerves how much he missed you and how much he wanted to kiss you. As a matter of fact, he wouldn't shut up about it to his friends, who were seemingly getting bothered by his talkative ass.

"I don't care, I miss my sunshine" He shrugged Gareth off during the flight after his friend told him to keep his tongue into his mouth.

The guy beside him rolled his eyes to the back of his head and groaned.

"Besides," Eddie drawled, "Aren't you the one who desperately needs to bang his crush for the good of the Earth?"

Gareth almost choked at his quip and elbowed his rib, ripping a heave out of his lips from the aggression. He still didn't care, he was so high up on his emotions that he even bought you your favorite flowers, lilies.

They had drawn attention at the hotel's restaurant. A few guests lined up to get pictures and autographs as they held a huge smile on their faces. One of the girls, a short brunette, stood beside Eddie while he attended the other fans. She wouldn't stop ogling him, her small hand wrapping her fingers around his bicep for attention. He wasn't giving her any. Jeff watched her with side eyes, shaking his head at the sight they've grown used to at this point. So many groupies trying to get a glimpse of them, most of them always jumping at Eddie, trying to rip him off from his group at times.

He knew better than to actually give them attention. Instead, he shoved her hand off and walked past the few people, walking towards the bar along with the guys. They had been sitting there, sharing a few drinks for almost two hours when you arrived. There was still a wave of fans outside the area, trying to catch their attention, some girls standing behind the glass door almost gawking at them. As soon as Gareth caught sight of you, he flew off the chair and sprinted towards you, wrapping you in a tight hug. It was the attention you were having that sparked a reaction at the attempted groupies, who started calling you names in whispers.

From the back of your friend's head, you saw the way Eddie was expectantly waving at you with the widest grin on his face, just as his other band mates. They love you, they truly, utterly, worship you and you feel the same about them. You walked to your boyfriend, finally giving him that longing hug, crushing him. Your lips connected into a desperate kiss and you missed his smell. The softness of his hair, the roughness of his fingers digging into your waist.

"God, get a room" Jeff quipped, drinking the rest of his Jagermeister, swatting Eddie's hand as he flipped his friend off.

"Missed you so much, sunshine" He whispered over your lips, one of his hands reaching your face.

"I missed you more, Eds" You raked your fingers through the nape of his hair and caged his lower lip between your teeth. It made him sigh through your mouth, his other hand almost marking your waist.

That was the push he'd been waiting for. He missed your touch, the way you provoke him and make him lose his mind. He dropped his hand from your face, reaching for your hand, interlacing your fingers. Eddie didn't want to waste any other minute apart from you. He left his friends behind at the bar, following to his hotel room. He pushed you against the wall of the elevator, latching onto your neck as his teeth grazed against your skin. Your soft whimper filled the air as your hands flew up to his hair, pulling a fistful of his strands, making him groan against you.

Eddie eagerly closed the door behind him, his hand still attached to yours as he made his way to the bed with you following suit. He pushed you down the mattress and hovered over you. He trailed kisses along your jaw, down to your neck, reaching your chest. Both of his hands gripping your tits tightly, his ringed fingers squeezing them.

Your legs crossed against his hips, pulling him closer to your already heated core. He trailed your skin back up, ghosting his lips over your mouth, his breath fanning you. He smelled like Negroni and it made your head spin a little. You were making him get too hard already, his jeans straining against his cock.

You broke the kiss, looking up at him with curious eyes. There was a flash of something he didn't know how to read. "Those girls outside, did you–"

You trailed off, meaning to ask him if they had invited them to the bar. Eddie's lip curled upwards and pecked your lips. "No, sweetheart. They just wanted some attention, but we didn't give them any"

"Okay" You breathed, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Good"

He knew what that question meant. And as he straddled you, he leaned an elbow for support and held your jaw. "There's nothing to worry about, babe. I swear. It's just you, and you only"

Eddie used the same hand to roam over your body, until he reached the hem of your dress. "It's always been you" He left a wet kiss on your earlobe, breathing against your skin, where he left goosebumps.

The one hand lifted your dress up, his fingertips ghosting over your skin before he squeezed your tight and spread it open. "Just you, baby" He rasped against your mouth, finally closing the gap between you two with a hurried kiss. Your tongues clashed together, a hunger possessing his body as he sucked your lower lip, ripping a moan out of you. He could feel your dripping cunt over the fabric, pushing it to the side as he spread your folds with his fingers, collecting the slick of your slit, stroking your skin up and down until he reached your aching nub.

Eddie had always been skilled with his hand, always knowing what to do and how to do it. His calloused fingers started to rub circles, slowly and softly, before his middle finger slipped to your entrance, your pussy swallowing it. "Eddie, oh God" You mewled between the kiss.

He started pumping you faster, adding two more fingers, curling them until they reached the most sensitive spot inside of you. Your hips were rolling against his hand, all while his thumb pressed against your clit.

His other hand was cradling your face, his mouth wandering around your neck, leaving pepper kisses all over it. They were subtle, he never liked to suck and leave marks. Not there, either way. When he noticed your legs were almost giving out, he pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them to his face. It wasn't a surprise for you whenever he did that. He opened his mouth and sucked your juices. His chin was glistening from your slick and he hummed in appreciation.

He pulled the dress out of your body, holding his glance towards your breasts. "I fucking missed you so much, sunshine" He breathed, lifting his shirt off, throwing it away. You helped him undress himself, the enormous bulge against his underwear leaving a wet patch from the precum. You slid your hand down his stomach, reaching for the waistband of his boxer, pulling the fabric down until his hardness sprung free. It was a little above average, the girth was impressive as well as the pink tip.

You could never wrap your head around the fact that he could fit you and even then, you could swallow him without gagging. He didn't want any of that tonight. He had other plans for this day. He had it all figured out and he wanted you to have a good time. He still had a whole week ahead with you. You could only pump him a few times, fingers stroking his tip, pulling him out of his misery for a few seconds, before he placed both hands on your hips and whirled you. Your ass facing him, your back arching with expectancy.

You felt a pang of giddiness as soon as he spread your legs apart and latched onto your cunt from behind. His tongue spreads your folds, slipping between them. He flicked your clit and pulled your sensitive skin between his teeth as he sucked on it. Your hips buckled with the pleasure he was giving you. He danced with his tongue, selfishly swallowing all of your wetness, while his throat left a grunting noise. Eddie was eating you out, making you stumble upon your moans, his palm slapping against your ass making you jolt forward.

"So good. You taste fucking amazing, baby" He praised, his hot breath hitting your slit. His tongue found your entrance and he fucked you into oblivion. His head shaking for good measure as he left marks on your ass. He moved his head up and down against you, licking stripes up and sucking on your clit, holding you into place. His nose was nudging against your pussy that was already throbbing and clenching around nothing.

His free hand was squeezing your waist, holding you for support, preventing you from falling forward. You could hear his own moans, his grunts, as he pushed your ass against his face, feeling the numbness of your body. A blissful feeling as you were reaching your apex, but he stopped and you whined.

"You're such a good girl" He said, brushing his cock against your slick folds that were almost dripping with his spit. His tip slid up and down as he tapped it against your clit. "You like that, huh?"

You nod, throwing your head back as your mouth falls agape from the excess of lust. Eddie's nails dig on your skin when he pushes his cock deep inside you, slapping his waist against your ass with a single, hard thrust. He snakes a hand to wrap around your throat, squeezing your windpipe carefully so he would choke you slightly. "Please fuck me, Eddie" You pleaded.

He felt a lump burning in his throat for the way he was craving for you. He quickened his pace, pounding on you harder, making the tip of his cock hit your walls mercilessly. There was a bead of sweat dripping from his face, down his neck, along his chest. He forgot to tie his hair and now his curls were messy and damp already. You cried out when his palm met your asscheek once more, your elbows almost giving in from the way you were losing balance.

Eddie slapped and slapped his balls onto your clit, feeling the roll of your hips against him, squeezing him as you clenched around his cock and he throbbed inside of you. There wasn't a time where he wouldn't fuck you dumb, but the span time of months since he last saw you made him starve. He loved you, it aches. He praises you every time you're together. He likes to worship you, to show everyone you're his and no one else's.

His fingers dug on your neck from the pressure he was making, you were gasping for air, almost out of breath, but the burning feeling of arousal kept growing each passing second. He pulled out of you with a whimper, rolling you around so you were lying on your back, facing him.

His pupils were blown, his mouth parted weather from the heaving or from the way he was looking at you. Eddie spread your legs apart again, bending them and pulling them over his arms, before pushing into you without a single support of his hands. Your face contorted with pleasure, his cock pounding into you until it hit your uterus.

He threw his head back and moaned. He growled, grunted, moaned and whimpered and didn't care he was being loud. His hair was bouncing with the rhythm of his thrust, sweat coating him entirely, his happy trail all wet as well. He leaned down, your legs almost wrapped around his midsection, going deeper and further into your pussy without breaking the pace.

His hand found your face and cradled your cheek, his thumb stroking your pulse point with tenderness. His lips found yours in a desperate kiss, tongue fiercely clashing against yours, savoring you entirely.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum" He panted against your mouth, ragged breathing as he thrusted against you. His lips closing in on yours in a starving kiss.

Eddie changed his pace and pounded on you in a slight push, only to thrust harder into you, pulling back and repeating the motion. Your hips started to roll against his cock again, your pussy throbbing around him as you started to feel your own pleasure building up quickly. "Eddie, I wanna cum. Please, please, please. Eddie I-"

He broke down first, your whimpering made his ears buzz with exhilaration, while his hips stuttered and he spurted inside of you, his seed coating your walls avidly as he lets out a strangled groan. He was still hovering over you, your breaths finding each other in the middle, before you gasped. He opened his eyes to look at your furrowed brows. "Open your eyes. Look at me, sunshine" He demanded.

You only had time to look through your lashes when you reached your own high, your legs finally giving out and falling limp into the mattress. Eddie had stopped his thrusts only when he climaxed, but now he was overstimulating you with his still half-hardened cock, pulling in and out of you with soft pounds. Your hands squeezed his biceps and you could feel your orgasm washing over you in a thundering wave. You couldn't stop shuddering under Eddie, his own hands finding your waist to soothe you.

"You did so good, baby. You were fucking amazing" He praised you. He waited until you came down off your high and pulled out of you, both whining with the lack of contact.

He dressed himself first, before cleaning you up afterwards. He picked one of his shirts and an underwear, handing them to you. It was only a matter of minutes until his life changed forever.

He found the small box sitting on the drawer, next to the picture of the two of you he brought with him. You were lying on your side when you caught him staring at some blank point, before coaxing him into talking. Eddie walked back to the bed, kneeling in front of it as he was holding the small velvet box in one hand, the other one extending towards you to hold your hand. You squint your eyes and chuckle in confusion. More like surprise, at that.

"Eddie, what's this?" You ask, sitting up, dropping your legs over the edge of the bed.

He licked his lips before grinning, looking down at the box in his hand. "Baby, you have no idea how much you mean to me. And I know how insecure you feel about yourself but trust me, there's no one else I would love more than you"

His thumb was caressing your hand and you could feel his trembling fingers squeezing you. "I've gone through this for a couple of months. And the guys helped me find the perfect gift for you, they talked me into this too. I wanted this reunion to be the best part of this week off"

He cleared his throat and opened the lid with his other thumb. The shining ring sitting perfectly inside of the box, reflecting the sparkle in your eyes as you sighed in awe. "I truly mean this when I say that you are the most important part of my life, sunshine. Fuck the band, fuck the guys. Fuck the money and shit, all I care about is you. Will you marry me?"

"Oh my God, yes! Of course, Eddie!" You jumped up and wrapped him tight without hesitation. "I will always say yes to you"

Eddie swiped the tear that was threatening to fall from your eyes, bringing your face closer to him, enveloping his lips around your chaste kiss. "I love you, baby" He breathed.

"I love you too, Eds"

He smiled widely at you, finally sliding the beautiful sparkly ring on your finger, watching as you looked at it in awe. That was the perfect reassurance you needed from him.

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jo-harrington · 3 months ago

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Antiquing v. Thrifting (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: You have a little booth at the local antique market and the owner of the neighboring booth tends to get on your nerves.

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: Older!Eddie Munson/Reader

Warnings/Themes: Slight enemies to lovers, meet cute, misunderstandings, fluff, banter

Note: This is a late birthday gift to one of my fandom loves who has become an amazing friend IRL too. @bettyfrommars. Betty thank you for being one of my weirdo soulmates, loving old gameshows, wishing we could live in a mid century modern house with all of the original fun appliances. You are one of my favorite people and since I can't send you my bowling ball (one day) I've written this for you. Love you.

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There was not much to drive you to want to murder someone. In fact, you would say that you were probably one of the most easygoing people you knew. And you knew plenty of people.

But the person at the receiving end of your ire, and the target of your bloodlust, was one of the most inconsiderate assholes you knew.

Actually, you didn’t even know who it was.

You’d been one of the vendors at The Little Traveler's Antique Market for years. You had a booth along the back wall, acquired when you realized your love of vintage Pyrex was getting a little too overzealous for your shoebox-cum-condo. Besides, the thrill of the hunt was the real thing that you enjoyed: estate sales and rummage sales and thrift stores were filled with treasures just waiting for you to find.

So a few shelves of Gooseberry and Butterprint went up, and eventually it turned into a haven for all sorts of vintage pieces. It was a shrine to your whims, rather than any real desire to find monetary value. Of course, people seemed to flock to it, so the cash you made from it was nice..but that was neither here nor there.

It was something you were good at, and something you loved. You'd met some very interesting people--and some of your closest friends--because of it. Heard the best stories.

Unfortunately, you'd also met some of the most insufferable people because of it too. Or rather, in this case, one insufferable person you pointedly had not met.

It had started when a bunch of Royal Doulton character mugs showed up in your space. And they weren't terrible, but they just weren't yours. Your hand-picked selection of Hazel Atlas glasses had been carelessly shoved to the side on a vintage mahogany sideboard you'd painstakingly hauled in, and in their place were Paddy and Toby and George Fucking Washington, all staring goofily up at you.

Ok, so maybe the Anne Boleyn one wasn't bad.

It was the principle of it. There were unspoken rules in an Antique Market. You just didn't encroach on someone else's space.

You painted the kindest smile you could manage--which, in all honesty, probably looked more like you were baring your teeth--and headed up to the front to confront the manager of the market.

"Margie," you began with a saccharine tone. You set the Anne Boelyn mug down on the counter. "May I kindly ask who Seller 86 is?"

"Oh, that's our new guy," she laughed, oblivious. "Ed. Great guy. He's got some fun stuff."

"Yeah, real fun."

"We did a little shuffle over the weekend," she continued, diving into one of her rambling midwest-isms. "Jim wanted to downsize, which opened a bigger space for Michelle to move into. One thing led to another, and I put Ed in Chelle's old space, next to yours. Hope you don't mind."

What could you say except a cordial of course not? Even as you were left to grumble and mope back to your booth to move all of the Royal Doulton back to Ed's new space. You set them out on a folding table he had in the corner, very nice and neat, which was your standard.

You might have also left a little, tiny, friendly, scathing note.

No big deal.

And you wouldn't lie, you snooped a little.

Come on, everyone else would, too. It was just...shopping. Not snooping.

You couldn't judge the wild array of things he had for sale; much like you, it seemed that everything in Ed's booth was suited to his tastes, because there was just a vibe of "who in their right mind would put some of this shit together." Little taxidermy animals playing poker, postcards from the most random places, vintage beer and coffee cans that, though empty, looked as new as the day they were bought. Garfield and Snoopy memorabilia. And mugs...so many mugs, as far as the eye could see.

It was charming, you could admit that, as long as it all stayed on his side of the vaguely-defined boundary between your booths.

Unfortunately, it did not.

It was never anything major but it was enough to annoy you. Books left out on a table, vinyl records in a crate in a corner, gaudy biker costume jewelry thrown in one of your mixing bowls. Each time you went to restock your booth, you'd have to find whatever treasures he left behind and return them, along with another note.

It was like finding the secret little corner where your cat pissed because they were mad at you. Admittedly, this might've been worse because you were proud. So very proud of your booth. It was a snapshot of you, after all. But that was sullied by little pieces of Ed, a guy you didn't even know, who seemed to enjoy pissing strangers off.

Every week, he metaphorically photobombed your snapshot at the last second and your perfect polaroid had bunny ears.

Or a crude gesture.

Or sometimes even his whole, bare ass.

And you were simply not vindictive enough to do anything about it.

It just wasn't worth the trouble to actually return the favor to him, or better yet, get him kicked from the market altogether. What if his little booth was his livelihood? What if this was how he made ends meet? Your pride wasn't worth ruining something for someone else.

Yes. You were a pushover.

You, surprisingly, got a reprieve for a few weeks.

Each time you'd gone to restock your booth with fun new treasures, there were no hidden trinkets waiting for you. Actually, Ed's booth didn't even look like it had been restocked or touched at all. There were holes in his displays where his wares had been purchased but not replenished. Was he on vacation? Maybe he was under the weather.

You took it upon yourself to spend a few minutes shuffling his mugs like a good neighbor would.

It was a disappointment relief.

Why wouldn't it be a relief? It wasn't like you'd started looking forward to what and where you'd find Ed's little surprises. It wasn't the thrill you'd get when the adrenaline spiked with your anger.

No, not at all.

"What's got you so pouty?" Margie asked as you trudged through the doors about three weeks after Ed's initial disappearance. "Did Dunkin get your coffee wrong again? That's how I know my morning is gonna be shitty."

"Must've woken up on the wrong side of the bed," you gave a weak excuse and headed towards your booth.

You were juggling an armful of tote bags and your coat, so you didn't notice the stranger standing in your space as you approached, until they turned around and spotted you.

"Oh, hey, lemme help you with that," came the rasp of a friendly voice as you rounded the corner. You looked up, surprised, as a set of hands hoisted the heaviest of your tote bags from your grasp.

He was like a relic, frozen in time. In a good way, though, like a well-kept polaroid from the 80s. Faded band tee, bootcut blue jeans, leather jacket that looked butter-soft from eons of wear. His hair was on the longer side and tied back; salt-and-pepper streaks proudly confirmed his personal antique status, along with the crows feet surrounding his deep, warm brown eyes.

He was a gentleman...and he was cute.

You felt like an idiot as your eyes slid down to his left hand on instinct. But there was no ring, so that self-loathing feeling disappeared. Well, no wedding ring, actually. He had a gunmetal band on his pointer finger, and a silver signet ring on his pinky.

Time returned to its appropriate speed as he hauled the tote onto your folding table just a few feet away.

"Jesus, what've you got in here? Bricks?" he laughed. "Are you trying to put Home Depot out of business?"

"Uh..." You floundered for words. "P-pewter tea pots. One of my regulars is getting married. Asked me to keep an eye out for them for her centerpieces."

"Never seen that at a wedding before."

"How many weddings have you been to?" You questioned.

"Well, my buddy Gareth alone has gotten married 3 times." He folded his arms across his chest and leaned his hip against your sideboard. "So I think I've got a pretty good chance that I've seen it all.

"Is there anything I can help you find today?" you asked, laying your best customer service voice on thickly. You busied yourself with unpacking your bags so you wouldn't have to look at the charming, crooked smile that settled on his mouth. "Was there anything that caught your eye before my hopeless self stumbled over here?"

"Ah," he pushed off the sideboard and tilted his head up so he could scratch along the length of his neck. "I, uh, was looking at your cookie jars, actually."

"Oh yeah?" You looked up at that and glanced over to the hutch in the corner that held an array of Pillsbury doughboys in various, charming poses. "Can I tell you a secret? I used to hate watching commercials with Poppin' Fresh. That claymation was frightening. I think he's pretty cute now, though."

You abandoned your unpacking and approached the hutch to try and figure which cookie jar he'd been intrigued by. You picked up a jar that had its lid askew and were about to ask if he wanted you to bring it up to the counter for him, when you lifted the lid and looked inside.

And found a rubber-banded stack of Metallica cassettes carefully nestled inside.

You felt your face get hot as you stared at the track listing and colorful cover art of Ride the Lightning. Coincidentally the same album that was on this newcomer's t-shirt.

"So," you huffed and slammed the lid on the cookie jar, careless of any damage it might cause. "You're Ed, huh?"

He chuckled behind you, "Eddie, actually. I prefer to go by Eddie. But yeah, that's me." You pivoted on your heel and glared at him; he faltered under your burning gaze. "Nice to, uh, meet you. Neighbor."

And with that, you let him have it.

You might've blacked out at some point during the absolute barrage of a verbal dressing down you gave him. How dare he not respect the etiquette of the market and stay within the confines of his allotted space, how dare he waste your time week after week as simply minded your own business and sold your trinkets, and how dare he ignore every single note that you left behind.

The fucker had the audacity to look amused with every word that fell from your lips.

In the end, you stood there, huffing and puffing as you caught your breath and felt several months of anger finally extinguish.

"You done there, killer?" Eddie asked with a smirk. "You feel better?"

"Yeah," you shouted one last time, then lowered your voice. "Yes I do."

"Alright, good." He nodded. "Gotta get it out sometimes, otherwise you might get an ulcer. Or develop alcoholism."

"Might be close to both, to be honest," you muttered.

"Shit, then I'm extra, extra sorry that I put you through all of that, sweetheart." He laid a hand over his heart. "This is my first rodeo selling in a place like this, I didn't realize that everyone was so...territorial."

"Yeah, well. Most of the time I'm not." Lies. You were a liar. "I think the thing that pissed me off more is that I kept leaving notes for you and you kept ignoring them and messing with my shit."

Eddie looked bashful all of a sudden. "Oh shit. See I thought you were just flirting with me."

Talk about a record-scratch moment; what...what had he just said?

"Flirting?" you asked.

"I mean, yeah, not to sound cocky either because I was definitely flirting right back at you. What do they call it in the movies? A...meet cute moment? I thought it was fun. You leave me a sarcastic, threatening note, and I leave you a little treasure hunt to solve. Like a...fucked up version of You've Got Mail."

"That's nothing like You've Got Mail," you pointed out.

There was a beat.

"I think this is a really good time to mention that I fell asleep halfway through You've Got Mail," he explained with a laugh. "Regardless, I read things wrong. That's on me. But I'm sorry. I'll never do it again."

He held his hand out to you and his brows shifted upwards and behind his dated bangs.

You worried at your bottom lip for a moment and tried to claw at the vestiges of your anger for a second, but this guy...he looked like such a kicked puppy...and you suppose that it was a cute way to flirt with someone you'd never met.

God, you really needed to work on that pushover thing.

"It's alright," you told him as you slid your hand into his and accepted his apology. "As long as you don't do it again."

"Cross my heart," he nodded enthusiastically.

You introduced yourself, formally, and offered your help in the future if he needed it. He introduced himself and told you that he would appreciate any pointers that you had to give.

"I'm pretty new to this whole...thrift thing," he shrugged. "I've had a bunch of this stuff in storage for a while. I used to move around a lot, you accumulate a lot of junk. And then my uncle...some of this stuff is his. Was his. He passed away last year. Finally decided I couldn't keep hoarding it all anymore. Turns out, I had a lot more shit than I thought I did."

"Story of my life," you laughed and offered your condolences. "It's hard, deciding what to keep and what to get rid of."

"Tell me about it."

"But, I do have one main lesson for you," you offered.

"Oh yeah?" he smirked. "Already? Just when I thought I couldn't fuck it up any more."

"It's an Antique Market," you told him. "Not a Thrift Store."

"There's a difference?" Eddie asked sarcastically, although a blush bloomed on his cheeks. "Guess the learning curve is much steeper than I thought."

"It's alright. You'll get it sooner or later." You smiled at him, trying to be as friendly and supportive as you could.

He stared at you for maybe a few seconds too long, then shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked forwards on his heels.

"Maybe you could explain it to me, in-depth?" he questioned. "Antiquing, thrifting, whatever."

"Of course," you agreed, but he cut you off before you could say anything else.

"Over lunch?" He asked with a nervous smile. "There's a great diner up the road. And I figure I owe you one for all the anguish I put you through anyway."

You stared at him in shock for a second, wondering how to respond. First there was the comment about the flirting...and now this. What if he was a creep? But he didn't seem like as much of a jackass as you thought he was...and he was cute.

Oh, what the hell.

"You know what? Why not? I'm a girl who loves a free patty melt," you winked at him bravely. "It's a date!"

#eddie munson x reader #betty <3 #eddie munson #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #stranger things #meet cute #eddie munson fluff

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 2 months ago

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steve singing the cheesiest pop songs into a fake microphone at eddie just bc he's in a good mood and because eddie 'hates' it

steve singing these songs morphs into steve singing the same songs but swapping out lyrics to whatever eddie is doing, or they're doing, or to something that happened in a hellfire campaign etc

steve still singing those songs around everyone else but also starts to sing his changed lyric masterpieces to eddie specifically

One particular instance being when Steve starts to sing Frankie Valli at him while trying to convince him to go out with him and robin to this club they'd heard about.

He and Robin were trying to convince him from their spots behind the counter at Family Video, arguing about if he should come with them or not long enough for Steve to come around the counter and actually do his job, stacking away tapes onto the closest shelves, when Sherry comes on over the radio.

Steve starts to bob his head along while Robin tries telling him again that it's a good place, that she has it on good authority that it's a place for other Friends of Dorothy, but she doesn't get far before Frankie AND Steve start to sing.

Eddie can quite literally not believe what he's seeing.

Steve is staring him down, his eyes full of glee as he croons Eddie's name back at him, a well-worn copy of Gremlins acting as his mic.

"Eddie~! Eddie Baby! Eddie~! Eddie Baby--" Steve's long, high pitched (though somehow still in tune) crooning of his name in place of Sherry's is (luckily) funny enough to keep his face from showing exactly how he's feeling about being called baby.

"What in the hell are you doing?"

"I agree with Buckley."

Steve ignores them, signing about his moonlit party or something, putting the tape where it goes on the shelf to Eddie's right just in time to turn and snatch up Eddie's hands in his to sing "I'm gonna make-a you my-i-ine~!", right to him, tossing his head around with the last line and spinning away to keep shelving tapes.

Eddie's face blazes hot.

"Oh my god, this is actually doing it for you, isn't it?"

He looks over at Robin, ready to snap at her, deny it all, but she looks so sincere under that mirth.

He sighs.. "Yeah."

"Can you come out tonight?" Steve sing-asks, jumping into his space and startling him.

"Really??"

He's grabbed up Ghostbusters this time, "YooOOOuUU better ask your Uncle~ Tell him everything is alright"

"He won't care!"

Steve's voice pitches lower as he continues to ignore Eddie's comments, stepping away to a nearby shelf "Why don't you come out?" then higher immediately after, as he slides the tape onto it's shelf, "With your red flannel on"

"I can't wear a dress?"

"Mmm, you look so fine~!"

"Shut up, Harrington!" Eddie's cheeks are on fire

Steve continues to ignore him, stepping back into Eddie's space and snatching him up in a spin, one hand on his hip, one grabbing his opposite hand, "Move it nice and easy,"

He's front to front with the man of his dreams and said man is, shimmying his hips to the tune, "Well you make me lose my miiiind!"

Steve goes into more long belts of "EeeEEdie bay-ay-bee" as he spins away back to shelve more tapes, leaving Eddie both entranced and bewildered at the front of the store.

"He'll be so bummed if you don't come now."

Eddie sighs, leans back against the counter to wait out the rest of the song, "Yeah.. I know."

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and then they go to the bar and then steddie kiss and robin kisses a super cute girl and they live happily ever after the end

this exact scenario has haunted me every time sherry comes on the radio so today you finally get it too lmao

#drops this and runs #steddie #song fic #kinda #stevie's singin' lmao #and woo-ing his man while he does it #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #noelle writes

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strawberryyyenthusiast · 8 months ago

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Thinking about Addams Family Steddie AU because it has me in a chokehold

Steve being the center of Eddie’s affections and being a little creeped out at first because “Robin, why the fuck is there a lock of hair in a ziploc bag in my mailbox that has a note attached that says ‘My devotion to you is stronger than any physical thing keeping me attached to this planet?’”

Eddie showing up to Steve’s place with gifts everyday and explaining that he is his neighbor and would do anything for him, just say the word.

Steve doesn’t admit it at first, but he gets excited when he hears that— having someone love him so deeply and intensely as he loves others has been what he has wanted his entire life. Reciprocation is one hell of a drug for Steve.

Eddie takes Steve on dates and traditionally courts him and makes sure that Steve is comfortable and happy with each outing that he plans.

It takes a little over a month for Steve to cave and realize that, yes, this is what he has been wanting in a partner. Someone who will love and cherish him and devote themselves to him, just as he will do back.

They get married on their three month anniversary, which is apparently much longer than most Munson’s wait

Eddie had said to him when Steve asked why him, why Steve of all people, Eddie replied with, “When you know, you know. And I knew immediately.”

Steve Harrington becomes Steve Munson and adopts to their ideals much faster than expected.

He still wears his polos occasionally, but he has started to incorporate more black into his wardrobe. Flowing pieces of fabric that make Steve look ethereal next to Eddie in his black dress shirt and pants. Silver pieces of jewelry adorning his tanned neck.

Robin comes to visit the newlyweds and is shocked (but not surprised) at how well Steve turned into his true self. He is letting himself love unabashedly and wholeheartedly without fear of rejection. He is expressing himself in a way that Robin knew would happen eventually when the right person came along. She sees how happy Eddie makes her platonic soulmate and thanks the gods everyday for giving her best friend a lover that matches his energy entirely.

Robin also doesn’t question when people start to go missing— people that have wronged Steve in the past. Most specifically, his parents.

When she hears the two husbands talking one night when she is staying over, she just smiles and shakes her head. The Harringtons were never good people.

“How would you like it done, my love? Quick and painless or long and torturous? I can slip something into their drinks, if you would prefer?

“Long should do the trick.” Steve hums. “Can I come with you?”

“Of course, mi amor. It would be an honor.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #the addams family #Steve Harrington as Morticia Addams #Eddie Munson as Gomez Addams #dare I say murder husbands #they love each other so much #it looks unhealthy to others but they are the least toxic couple know to humankind #strawb writes

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alchemistc · 10 months ago

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There's been something about the woobification of Buck that's been sitting on the tip of my tongue for weeks now, and I think I've finally figured it out.

This is, of course, mostly in reference to the moral outrage about a decade-ish (give or take) age gap between two adult men and the infantalization of one said grown man, so all the puritanism isn't really coming from a place of good faith anyway, but here's the thing that's been bugging me that I couldn't quite put a finger on until now.

Buck has people he goes to for certain things. He has, what are in his mind, experts in the field for most of the things he can't think through on his own, that he goes to for a sounding board.

He went to Hen to talk through the sperm donor dilemma for a few reasons that made sense to him. 1) She's a mom. She has very much had to deal with the reality of 'giving up' children she considered her own. Buck is aware that he would be giving up something that could mean something to him, and he wants to talk to someone who has some insight into that. 2) She's dealt with IVF. She knows the risks, she knows the trials and tribulations, she knows about this thing that he is thinking about agreeing to be a part of so she's going to have a fuller grasp on the enormity of everything this process entails.

And they drink about it. Hen gives him what she can and cautions him where she thinks she should and they continue to talk about it and regardless of what SHE thinks, he makes his mind up in part because he got to talk to his Expert.

Bobby is often his go to when he feels like he's losing his grip on things. He's seen Bobby staring down the bottom of the bottle. He's seen the work he's done to pull himself back into the world, and he's seen the way he fights for his family, his people. Buck leans on him in times of questioning himself because he knows Bobby has pulled himself off the ledge with bleeding hands and a bleeding heart.

He reaches out to Maddie about interpersonal shit constantly. We see it all the way back in S2 when he's starting to question what the hell he's still doing in Abby's apartment, and that never really changes. She's the one with advice for him when he's angry with his parents, upset with the firefam, worried about his friends, or just generally concerned with the way he's perceived by people or how he perceives the world. He goes to her when he's embarrassed, ashamed, because he knows she won't judge him for it. She'll call him out, for sure, but she's not going to look at him differently when she knows he's done something he considers bad behavior.

When he goes to her during the Tommy arc, he's there for one reason he'll admit, and another she has to ferret out. 1) He lied to his best friend and he doesn't know why. 2) Oh yeah he went on a date with a dude that's not strange WHY IS THAT STRANGE I'VE ALWAYS BEEN AN ALLY PLEASE DON'T PULL BACK THE CURTAIN - and Maddie is there with two things: 1) It's not weird but it IS new and something you clearly haven't worked through all the way which is why 2) you'll tell Eddie when you're ready

And Eddie is sort of his go-to to bounce ideas off of. Eddie is his Buck expert. Eddie is the guy who can sort through all the bullshit and who sees Buck for exactly who he is, every time, regardless of what Buck himself is thinking. Eddie is his best friend, and he knows the good the bad and the ugly better than anyone else. He is also, quite frankly, the one Buck seeks out to help him contextualize all of his romantic feelings for people. Eddie's the guy he talks to when he's interested in someone, when he's falling for someone, he's the guy through which Buck filters his love interests into the firefam. I do the same shit with my best friend. It's instinct to want the person you consider the expert on you to meet the person you are interested in, it's instinct to want them to like each other, to get along. Buck knows Eddie loves him (in whatever way you see that love, Buck knows Eddie loves him) and he wants this person who loves him to be at least an active listener as he talks himself through the minefield of relationships. I do also think that up until the events of season seven, Buck considers Eddie sort of an expert on that traditional love-marriage-kids-white-picket-fence relationship Buck thinks he's striving for - in a very naive way, because obviously the wasn't what Eddie and Shannon had and Buck knows that, but he's probably fed some of Eddie's rose colored reminiscences back into that notion.

When he comes out to Eddie he's got two worries. 1) I lied to you and I figured out why but I'm still a little worried you think it's weird and 2) I screwed it up with someone I really like and I don't know where to go from here.

And Eddie (Buck expert) reassures him that just because it's new and unexpected doesn't make it strange, that it doesn't change anything in their friendship. And then he gets right to the heart of it - if you like him you should reach out and tell him that. He doesn't know you like we do but if you give him the chance to, he'll love you as much as we do. If he doesn't give it the same shot you want to he's the idiot.

With all that context in mind, Buck isn't seeking out Tommy's attention because he wants an authority figure, or someone to take care of him, someone to guide him through sex or love or relationship dynamics or any of the other random shit I've seen ppl infantalizing Buck about.

What he's looking for, and what he ultimately tells Tommy he'd like to pursue, is a partnership. Someone to walk (or more likely for Buck, speedrun) through experiences together. The Athena to his Bobby, the Chim to his Maddie, the Karen to his Hen.

So every time I see someone infantalizing Buck for seeking out a relationship with an older man for X or Y reason, I'm just like - no. He has Bobby, Hen, Maddie, Eddie, Chim etc for that. He doesn't want or need Tommy for that. He is a grown ass man who has built these strong relationships with his peers and his mentors and he is so fucking aware of that because he reaches for their help any time he feels the urge for a helping hand.

So yeah, Tommy's older. Yes, Tommy has more experience with his sexuality than Buck. And that - that's really it. Buck's been in the same career for more than half a decade. He's lived on his own since he was no older than 19/20. He's had serious relationships, he has a rich and fulfilling life. There is no power imbalance in the relationship between Buck and Tommy.

And while the age gap may be a bit of a draw for Buck, it's not WHY he's attracted to Tommy. We know because he's told Maddie. He's cool. He's interesting. He's confident. He has a cleft.

Buck isn't going into this waiting for someone older and more experienced to take the fucking reins. He felt like he clicked with Tommy, like there was an immediate connection, and yes, Tommy had to kiss him about it for Buck to actually figure out what it was he was experiencing, but from that point on it was all on Buck (and the people he leans on for advice) to help him sort through.

Tommy didn't do shit other than pump the brakes and try to give Buck the space he thought he needed to decide what he was ready for. Buck (again, with the help of his experts - Maddie for the emotional piece of it, Eddie for the Buck of it all) did the work on his own. Tommy didn't swoop in and overbearingly hold his hand through a sexual awakening. He kissed him, asked him out, realized he wasn't ready, stepped back and then checked in multiple times when Buck came back at it going 120 miles an hour.

And then he did everything he could to prove to Buck he wanted the same thing - a partner, someone to talk to, and lean on, and flirt with and rely on to show up whenever they could feasibly manage it (and sometimes when it's a little unfeasible too).

The narrative even acknowledges that Buck had no reason to go to Bobby in this scenario, when he often would, and lays out exactly why.

Within the canon of this particular arc, we're meant to see this as Buck realizing he has the experience necessary to think these things through on his own. This is Buck finally taking control of something that's always felt like it fell into his lap a bit. This is Buck doing more than treading water until his legs give out.

And minimizing that growth bc you personally don't like the LI he's pursuing is gross at best. At worst it's something much more insidious.

#anyway thats my rant i think #the fact that theres a group of people out there refusing to acknowledge that buck already HAS people for all the things they're #accusing tommy of 'taking advantage' of buck for #and buck ACTIVELY nourishes those relationships so he doesn't and would never NEED tommy for that #not in any way that tommy could manipulate him into dropping anyway #(not that Tommy would)#it drives me batty #im aware they're mostly bad faith shipper arguments #but its been driving me NUTS seeing glimpses of it #when discourse gets filtered onto my dash #bucktommy

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ashwhowrites · 8 months ago

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eddie x reader, where reader isn’t necessarily popular but she gets along with everyone and is friends with everyone, and eddie is his dorky self, but him and reader start hanging out more and there’s rumors that him and reader are hooking up but they’re not they’re just friends, but eddie realizes these rumors are making him more popular so he doesn’t try to nip them in the bud but the rumors are causing issues for the reader, if u can make it end nice and fluffy id appreciate it, hope this makes sense

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Rumor has it

Y/N doesn't consider herself popular; she is just someone who can hold a conversation with anyone. Which is why no one questioned why she started talking to Eddie.

Eddie knew he was not popular, and he was fine with that. He also didn't see Y/N as popular, and he thinks that was why he loved being around her. She was the only person that was nice and honest.

But since most people knew her, people talked about her. All it took was one wrong person to see them together and start the rumor that they were sleeping together.

The rumor impacted them differently. Eddie was congratulated and got his name on the map. Boys high-fived him in hallways and girls became interested in him. Eddie didn't understand why "sleeping" with Y/N would be the talk of this school, but he enjoyed the attention he got.

It was the opposite for Y/N. Boys began hitting on her now that she had given it up. No matter how many times she said no and that nothing happened with Eddie, no one believed her. She didn't like being seen as someone boys wanted to hook up with. She missed when they were polite and friends with her. But now all they wanted was the same treatment Eddie got.

Y/N sighed as she got in Eddie's van. She ignored the eyes of everyone watching as they drove out of the parking lot.

"I like your top today, by the way, baby," Eddie said, shooting her a smile as he focused on the road.

Y/N felt her face burn and a smile appeared on her face. She muttered a small thank you. But cheered loudly in her head. The more she spent tutoring Eddie, the more she liked him. She wanted his attention and his compliments.

She bought a few new shirts. Some tight and a little low cut to show off her body. She loved the way his eyes never left her when she was near. She was happy that her new clothes seemed to be doing just what she wanted.

"Can we be done now? My brain is going to explode," Eddie whined, throwing his head back.

"Yes, we can be done," Y/N laughed as she closed the book.

"Good because I would rather be doing this," he said, then she felt her body being shifted onto his. She bit her lip as she sat in his lap, hoping he couldn't hear how fast her heart was beating. He leaned in and softly pressed his lips against hers. It wasn't their first kiss, but it made her stomach flutter just the same.

He pulled back and moved his lips down to her neck, loving the way she shuddered.

"This perfume I think is my favorite so far," he muttered against her skin. She moaned as he bit her neck, she would definitely wear this perfume every day.

~~~

"I saw Y/N left school with you yesterday," Jason said as he nudged Eddie with a wink.

"Yeah, we went back to my place," Eddie said, his words were honest but his smirk left a lot to the imagination

"Never would have thought sweet Y/N would get down and dirty with the freak of Hawkins," Jason chuckled as he walked away.

Yeah, the rumor even got bullies off Eddie's back. It was like he was living a dream.

"Can you believe she finally lost her virginity? I heard it was in the bar bathroom after Eddie's set. So trashy" a girl snickered as Y/N walked by in the halls.

Y/N ignored her words, sadly getting used to it ever since the stupid rumor started. She denied it over and over, yet no one seemed to believe her. She wasn't understanding why everyone truly believed it happened when they had no evidence at all.

Well until she finally saw it with her eyes.

"I think I brought her home maybe like midnight?" Eddie laughed as he shrugged, a group of boys surrounding him.

Y/N stopped walking, trying to remain unseen as she listened.

"Is she good?" a random voice asked

"Amazing," Eddie replied

"Y/N freaky? Is that why she picked you? Does she like it rough and dirty or something?" another voice asked

Y/N froze as she realized they were talking about the rumor. She waited anxiously for Eddie to respond

"I don't want to share all our details, but she can tire a guy out," he said, she scoffed at his proud smirk and the way the guys cheered.

She thought Eddie would have been different, but he was just as pathetic as the rest of the boys in the school.

"Oh? How so?" she spoke up, her voice catching all their attention.

Eddie went pale as she came into view, the boys looked between them.

"Maybe you can show me tomorrow night, gorgeous," a boy said, throwing her a wink

She cringed and felt uncomfortable under his stare. His words sent jealousy straight through Eddie. Eddie snapped to look at him with heat in his eyes.

"She's not interested," Eddie said as he butted in

"I think I've had enough of you speaking for me" she snapped, her attention on Eddie. "Maybe I should tell these guys exactly what has been going on between us."

"We already know you opened your legs the same night you met him. We all know you are a whore" the boys snickered as Y/N felt the blow of the words.

"Don't call her that. She is not a whore." Eddie demanded, shoving whoever said it against the lockers

"How is she not? She's all snobby and a stuck-up good girl, now she lost her virginity and makes you go for rounds and rounds. She started wearing more revealing clothes and wearing a new perfume. She wants the attention, she loves it."

Eddie gulped as he slowly turned around to face her. His heart dropped when the tears were already falling down her face. She looked horrified and sick.

"You-you are a virgin?" Eddie stuttered, the guilt was already in his bones but now he felt like he couldn't breathe. The regret and guilt piled on his chest.

Y/N felt her face burn in embarrassment and ran off before anyone could say another thing.

"Shit!" Eddie cussed to himself and ran after her. She was quick but he was faster. She barely made it out the door when he caught her arm. The door closed behind them as they stood at the front of the school.

"Y/N I am so sorry," Eddie said as he turned her around. Her cheeks were wet with tears as she cried.

"Bullshit, Eddie," she scoffed as she wiped her cheeks, "You loved every second of your fake story. I mean I am so stupid for thinking you were different."

"I know, I fucked up. I didn't know people were saying those types of things about you. I'm sorry for being an asshole. I got clouded by all the attention it gave me, and I didn't think to ask why it was such a big deal to everyone and I'm so fucking sorry," he pleaded

"Yeah, it is a big deal! Especially to me. I was shamed for never liking a boy enough to have sex with, then I'm shamed for having sex with you. Which was a rumor, and a rumor you could have shut down with a simple explanation. But no, you wanted to seem cool from all the jocks and enjoy all the attention from girls who never looked your way otherwise. I am sick and tired of being shamed, and it hurts a whole lot more knowing it's because of you."

"Because of me?" Eddie asked, "Why?"

"Because I fucking like you!" she exclaimed, covering her mouth once she realized what she said. Eddie felt his eyes widen.

"I didn't know," he said quietly

"Why would you?" she scoffed, "I forgot that I'm just a plaything in the eyes of boys. Just a good whore."

"You are way more than that," Eddie defended, "Don't talk that way about yourself. You mean way more to me than a plaything."

"But didn't mean enough to protect?" She argued

"I didn't know you were a virgin! I didn't know that a rumor of us sleeping together would do any of this. If I could take it back I would. I like you and I liked knowing that people thought we were together" Eddie tried to defend

"I-I just don't know if I believe you. I think you like how people view you because of me."

"I would have never kissed you if I didn't have feelings for you," Eddie fought, rushing to move his hands on her face. "I wouldn't have noticed new clothes and new perfumes. I'll clear everything up and I'll kick anyone's ass that speaks about you. But please believe me when I say I'm sorry and that I like you."

"I need time," she said softly, he sighed sadly as she removed his hands and walked away.

~~~

The next day at lunch Eddie got on the tables and cleared everything up. He demanded people apologize for the way they treated Y/N and threatened anyone who had the nerve to say anything about her again.

Y/N appreciated he stood to his word and cleared the air. People did apologize but she didn't bother to forgive them. They didn't deserve her forgiveness, and she wanted this situation under the bridge.

A few days passed and Y/N was relieved that everyone moved on. She wasn't as popular anymore, given that she hated everyone and didn't bother to talk to anyone. She was nice to everyone and it got her stabbed in the back.

And for the boys who still decided to speak to her, Eddie handled for her.

"Now that you and Freak called it quits. What if I show you a good time?"

Y/N didn't have time to say anything when Eddie had the boy slammed against the lockers and a huge right hook against his face.

"I thought I made it clear that no one talks about my girl like that."

She wasn't Eddie's girl but the sound of him saying it made her heart race.

A full month passed and Y/N was starting to miss Eddie. She still tutored him, but no more breaks to make out. She kept them focused on school and she went home the second they were done.

She couldn't let herself be weak around him because then she'd be around his finger all over again. She hoped her feelings would disappear within time, but it seemed to still take over her world.

"Alright, think we are done!" Y/N cheered as she closed the textbook. "You should ace this test tomorrow, no excuses."

Eddie smiled as she pointed a finger in his face

"What do you think I'll get?" he asked

"A C plus, but I have faith you could score a B."

"Does the offer still stand if I get my first A?" he asked, chewing on his bottom lip as he nervously waited.

Y/N sighed to herself. She wanted to smack her past self for making the deal

"If I ever get an A, can I ask you to be my girlfriend?" Eddie asked, they both knew he was joking by the way he smiled and laughed

"You just met me! How do you know you want me to be your girlfriend?" she teased

"Because I've never seen anyone more beautiful"

He looked at her as she thought about it in her head.

"I guess we'll see if you get an A," she said, smiling sadly as she got up.

"I'm not going to stop until I get that A, sweetheart," he said with a smile, watching as she made her way out of his trailer. She looked over her shoulder and let out a small laugh.

It was a small moment, but Eddie thought about it all night.

~~~

Eddie knew he would never score an A, the best he could get was a B. But he refused to lose his only shot to win her back. It was wrong, but he didn't care.

He shifted his eyes to look at his neighbor's paper. It was a smart kid who always scored high, so Eddie was confident he was cheating off the right paper.

He answered all the questions he knew and cheated on the ones he had no slight idea of.

He turned his paper in with his fingers crossed and walked out.

The next day he rushed into class, tapping the table as he waited for the teacher to pass him his test.

Y/N was at her locker when she felt her body being turned around and familiar lips placed on hers. Her body gave in before her brain could fight it. Her lips moved with Eddie's as she tasted his mint gum, his hands on her body sent shivers down her spine.

Once she regained control she was quick to pull away

"What the hell are you doing?" she hissed as she touched her lips

"Celebrating my big A with my soon-to-be girlfriend," Eddie said with a proud smirk. He held up the test, a huge A written on the top.

"No way," she gasped, grabbing the test. She looked over his answers, all proving the test was correctly examined.

"What do you say? Can we give this a real shot? I promise not to be an idiot with your feelings this time." He promised as he bounced anxiously on his feet

"I still don't know Eddie," she sighed as she handed him the test

"Just a date, one night and we can take it from there?" Eddie asked

"Alright, fine. One date and we go from there," Y/N said. She watched Eddie's face lit up and a huge smile covered him.

"Yes! Thank you!" He cheered, kissing her cheek wet before he raced down the hallway.

His excitement made her smile, maybe a date wouldn't be horrible.

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steddieas-shegoes · 7 months ago

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undead or tired?

for @steddie-spooktober prompt ‘zombies’

rated t | 970 words | no cw | tags: established relationship, Steve has migraines, hurt/comfort, fluff, Eddie is a good boyfriend | also on ao3

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“He’s been grumpy all day.”

“And his hair’s all greasy.”

“He told me I was being too loud and then stuck his head in the freezer.”

Eddie nods along to the kids�� complaints, but he already knows what the problem is. He sensed it earlier this morning when he stopped by Family Video to bring him the makeup for his Halloween costume.

Steve rounds the corner before Eddie can say anything else and he…

Well, he looks like a zombie.

“Is that the makeup?” Eddie asks, already knowing the answer.

“No,” Steve walks past him and sticks his head in the freezer. He sighs with relief and the kids look between him and Eddie.

“Everyone out,” Eddie waves his hands to shoo them away, hoping they’ll take the opportunity to leave the house altogether and go about their Halloween plans.

Eddie walks over and places his hand on Steve’s neck, squeezing the points of tension he knows are the root cause of the migraine. Steve’s knees nearly buckle as he groans in relief.

“When I said we should be zombies, I didn’t mean literally,” Eddie says softly, rubbing his fingers against the knots in Steve’s shoulders now. “You wanna get in bed?”

Steve shakes his head once. “Promised the kids.”

“I’ll take them, sweetheart. You should rest.”

“But I promised,” Steve turns his head, leaning his cheek against the edge of the freezer. His eyes are dull, bloodshot from the strain of keeping them open when he’s clearly exhausted. “S my job.”

“As long as the job gets done, you didn’t break your promise,” Eddie soothes. “C’mon.”

Eddie guides him back upstairs to his bed, tucking him in with a kiss on the forehead.

“Maybe next year we can be zombies?” Steve asks.

“You accomplished it just fine this year, baby. I’ll think of something better for next year.”

Steve’s asleep before Eddie even leaves the room. The moment he closes the door, El and Will are standing there in their costumes: the twins from The Shining. It’s creepy and a little too on the nose for Eddie.

“Jesus Christ!” He jumps, holding a hand over his heart. “You’re supposed to be…not here.”

“Is Steve okay?” Will asks.

“He’ll be fine. But he needs to sleep off the migraine so I’m in charge tonight.”

Will nods and makes his way downstairs, but El stays. She looks like she’s deep in thought, but she always kind of looks that way.

“Does he get migraines from being too tired?” She asks.

“Sometimes. Or stress. Or just because he’s had a lot of head injuries.”

El nods. “I think I can help.”

“How?” Eddie’s not doubting her, but sometimes she misjudges her powers a bit, thinks she’s capable of things she just isn’t.

El doesn’t answer, just brushes past him into the room. Steve’s asleep, doesn’t even budge at the sound of them coming in, so Eddie knows he’s exhausted. He’s usually a light sleeper, always ready to fight the moment he hears a bump in the night.

Eddie doesn’t stop her because he trusts her and he’s curious. She’d never hurt Steve, so whatever her plan is is worth a shot.

Her hand hovers over Steve’s forehead, then his neck, then his chest. Eddie watches with fascination as El’s brows wrinkle in concentration.

“Do they always start in his neck and shoulders?” She asks.

Eddie nods, then realizes she isn’t watching him. “Yes, yeah. Usually.”

She continues moving her hand until it rests on his shoulder.

And then she smiles and turns to Eddie.

“All better.”

She leaves the room without another word or even glance their direction.

Eddie looks between the door and Steve, still asleep in bed, but now without the crease in his forehead and tense jaw. He’s tempted to wake him up and ask, but there’s still dark circles under his eyes. He’s still tired regardless of the migraine.

He leaves the room as quietly as he can.

When he gets downstairs, the kids are all ready to go, waiting surprisingly patiently.

“Alright, I don’t have time to do my makeup, so we’re just gonna pretend I’m rockstar Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin fame. Top of the charts for the last year and guitar hero for all of eternity.” Eddie gestures to the front door. “My limo awaits.”

Max snorts, but doesn’t make a comment. They all shuffle to the door to head to the Hopper home, where Joyce has been preparing “the best Halloween party in Hawkins” for two days now. It probably will be the best, but the bar is pretty low. None of them would ever say that to Joyce, though.

“Wait!” Steve is running down the stairs, holding the bag of makeup he’d had in his room. “Someone do my makeup!”

“I thought you had a migraine?” Dustin asks.

“It’s better. C’mon, we’re gonna be late.”

Eddie rushes to grab the bag from him, not commenting on the fact that the makeup was only a small part of the costume. He applies the green and purple heavily, knows it’s not the best he can do. Steve’s still got natural dark circles under his eyes, so he’ll let that speak for itself.

“Scary enough?” Steve asks the kids as they watch Eddie put all the makeup away.

“You were scary enough before,” Mike jokes.

Will nudges him and shakes his head once.

“Alright, good enough answer. Let’s go!” Steve leads them to the front door, opens it, and scoots them out. “Eddie, c’mon!”

Eddie leans in to kiss him, his lips barely brushing against Steve’s painted lips.

“Better?”

“Mhm. Don’t know how it went away so fast,” Steve shrugs.

Eddie decides now probably isn’t the time to explain that El can apparently manipulate his migraines. Plenty of time tomorrow when he’s no longer a zombie.

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temptingfatetakingnames · 2 years ago

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Open mic night was Eddie’s favourite night of the week. It wasn’t often that the group was able to make the drive up to Indy but everyone was finally available this time. Gareth, Jeff and Grant were going in his van. Steve was taking Robin, Argyle, Jonathan and Nancy. Steve hadn’t seemed too interested when Eddie had invited them but he owed Robin something and she forced him into being their designated driver for the evening’s festivities. It would be the first time the groups would be mixing and Eddie was incredibly anxious about it.

He loved Gareth, Jeff and Grant but they had no filters whatsoever and even though Steve might not be a douchebag anymore, he had still been King Steve and that didn’t just go away because they had fought interdimensional demons together. He also couldn’t explain to the guys the real reason he was hanging out with Steve without mentioning said interdimensional demons. So. Eddie was anxious. But it was open mic night and he was going to hope for the best. He fucking loved open mic night.

“Tell me again how you became friends with Harrington?” Grant asked from the back seat.

Eddie couldn’t help but sigh, he had explained (lied) to them all multiple times but they could sense that something was missing from the story.

“I told you! Henderson introduced us. You know how he always went on and on about him, had to see for myself.”

“And you hit it off? Just like that?” Jeff asked.

Eddie shrugged. That was the story and he was sticking to it.

“But why did you have to invite him to open mic night?” Gareth whined.

“Chill out. We’re going to have a good time,” Eddie said as he reached for the radio dial. He turned the music up louder, ending the Q and A portion of the ride.

When they pulled up at the bar, he saw that Steve and the rest of the gang were already there and waiting outside. He parked the van and went to meet them. Steve was standing a bit off to the side, arms crossed over his chest, scowling at Robin. He looked good. A simple black t-shirt showed off his arms and tight acid washed jeans showed off his ass. Eddie assumed Robin had helped him pick the outfit, he had never seen Steve wear black before. Nancy and Johnathan were holding hands and leaning into each other’s space and Argyle was finishing off the last few tokes of his joint.

Robin spotted him and the guys and waved them over.

“Hey, Eddie!” she said with a bright smile lighting up her face.

Eddie tucked one hand into his front pocket and used the other to wave back. “Hey guys, this is Grant, Jeff, and Gareth,” he said pointing at each of them in turn. “This is Robin, Nancy, Johnathan, Argyle and Steve.”

Introducing them all to each other might have seemed a little silly – they did all go to high school together. Well, except for Argyle – but it felt right, too. Eddie wanted them to get along and making introductions felt like a new start. They all nodded at each other, somewhat warily before moving to the door. They didn’t intermingle – group lines still clearly demarcated and Eddie sighed.

Wayne was good friends with the owner of the bar, so he let Eddie and his friends drink a bit. Usually just a pitcher or two of his cheapest beer, which was completely fine with him. Beer was beer as far as he was concerned and he wasn’t going to complain when he was getting it for free while he was still underaged. The place wasn’t too full yet, he liked to arrive a little early so he could get a spot near the front of the stage. He got everyone settled at the table and then dragged Jeff off to the bar to help him with the drinks.

“Hey there, my main man Moe,” Eddie sing-songed as he approached the man behind the counter. He was Wayne’s age with wrinkles around his eyes and grey in his hair. He and Wayne went way back, the best of friends even though they were complete opposites. Where Wayne could be quiet and standoffish, Moe was charismatic and brash – they balanced each other.

“Eddie!” Moe called back and smiled widely at him. “Good to see ya, how’s Wayne?”

“Wayne’s great! He says hello.”

“How many glasses?” Moe asked as he started to fill up a pitcher of beer. “You brought a big group this time.”

“Oh, uh – nine!... Please.”

Moe set the pitcher on the counter before turning to grab and stack a bunch of cups. Jeff picked up the cups and Eddie took the pitcher.

“Thanks, Moe.”

Moe waved him off, still smiling.

He and Jeff made their way back to the table. Eddie was pleased to see that the two groups were intermingling a bit when he got back. Robin was chatting with Grant and Gareth, which made sense – they probably had the most in common. Johnathan and Nancy were sitting side by side, listening. Argyle was currently a space cadet, staring at the popcorned ceiling like it was the night sky. And Steve – well Steve had his arms across his chest and was leaning back like he wished he was anywhere else. Whatever, he could be a grumpy goose all he wanted. Eddie placed the pitcher in the center and Jeff started handing out the cups.

“So, what’s the King been up to since graduating?” Gareth asked and then took a sip of beer. Eddie rolled his eyes. The question was innocent enough but the way Gareth asked it made it sound like he already knew the answer and it couldn’t be anything good.

“Family Video re-opened, so me and Robs have been working,” he said and shrugged, taking the question and the way it was asked in a surprisingly good stride.

“That’s it? Working at Family Video?” Grant chimed in with a smirk.

Everyone could read between the lines of what Grant and Gareth were saying – the great Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, King of Hawkins High graduated but going nowhere – Working a menial service industry job that he probably hated. Eddie didn’t know if Steve had any other plans. He knew Robin and Nancy were all set to go off to college once they graduated but he and Steve had never really talked about their life goals. Maybe he was happy with an easy job and no stress. There were worse things, he supposed. But he also couldn’t imagine getting stuck in fucking Hawkins.

“Yup,” Steve replied. “That’s it.”

“That is not it, Steve!” Robin said from across the table. “Why don’t you tell them –” Her words were cut off when Moe walked onto the stage and announced that open mic night had officially begun.

A cheer went around the room and usually Eddie would be the first one to go up to the mic but he wanted Robin to finish her sentence. It was clear she wasn’t going to when the cheers finally quieted and a man from the back of the room approached the stage. Eddie listened but he found himself distracted; he hated mysteries. Puzzles needed to be solved or else he felt them like an itch in the back of his mind. He would need to bring the conversation back around to Steve later so he could find out what else the man had going on.

When the first performance ended to polite claps, Eddie jumped up to go next. He loved putting on a show. Moe always had an acoustic and electric guitar on the stage for anyone who wanted to use them. Eddie grabbed the electric guitar and strummed a few chords, testing it out before he went up to the microphone. He usually stuck to more rock and roll songs for open mic night over the heavier stuff he performed with Corroded Coffin. It was nice to be able to do both and he loved it when the crowd sang along with him. He finished his slowed down version of For Whom the Bells Tolls with an exaggerated bow.

A few regulars he knew went up after him. Jeff did a great acoustic version of Number of the Beast which Eddie had not expected to work at all. Robin and Nancy did a Blondie’s song together that wasn’t half bad. They had nice voices, and Robin at least managed to stay on key. Blondie was no joke.

They were on their third pitcher, the mood at the table loosened as they talked and sang and drank. Eddie and Steve only had one beer each before switching to sodas – a stipulation of Moes that anyone he brought to drink had a safe drive home. Eddie had never bent this rule, he appreciated Moe giving them a space to come and drink and he wouldn’t get him in trouble by driving drunk.

“Steve! Your turn!” Nancy yelled.

Steve shook his head. “I’m not getting up there. I’m only here because Robin made me come.”

Jeff and Gareth shared a look between them, rolling their eyes.

“Afraid to sing in front of us, Harrington?” Eddie asked. He knew that Steve wasn’t afraid of anything. His dumb bravery would put the strongest barbarian to shame but sometimes heckling worked and Eddie really wanted to hear him sing.

Steve just leaned back calmly. “Not gunna work on me, Munson.”

“Steve,” Robin whined and stretched out his name, “you have to sing.”

“Nope,” Steve responded.

Robin leaned over so she was practically in his lap and squeezed his cheeks together.

“You have to sing, Steve,” she said with the utmost seriousness.

Something passed between them because Steve’s eyes got large and frightened and Robin snickered. She had something on him! Something he didn’t want her to tell them and she was threatening him with it. Good job, Robin!

Steve sighed deeply before heading up the stage as the crowd hooted and hollered.

Robin leaned back in her chair with a satisfied smirk on her face.

“He’s probably going to sing Tears for Fears or Abba or something,” Eddie said to the group.

“My money is on Madonna,” Nancy chimed in.

Robin snorted. “Duran Duran!”

They all laughed.

Steve grabbed the microphone and took a deep breath, looking out into the crowd. His first note echoed in the room and the talking and laughter ceased immediately, all eyes turned and focused on the stage.

I get up in the evenin’ And I ain’t got nothing to say Come home in the mornin’ I go to bed feelin’ the same way I ain’t nothin’ but tired Man, I’m just tired and bored with myself Hey there, baby, I could use just a little help

Not a sound could be heard from anyone in the room as they all listened in rapt silence. Steve’s voice was ethereal, perfectly pitched, beautiful. Eddie had never heard anything like it.

You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancin' in the dark

The thing was, Eddie liked Steve. He was a better person and friend than he could have ever expected of the former king. But he was a surface level person, what you saw was what you got. He could be sassy and mean and didn’t seem to dive too deeply into his own feelings. Steve was simple and he liked simple things. He was Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington for Christ sakes, he could not have the deep well of emotion and pain that he was conveying in this song.

But he did.

And he was.

Eddie turned to Robin and hissed in her ear as quietly as he could, “did you know about this?”

But she was looking at Steve just as dumbstruck as the rest of them and slowly shook her head.

You sit around gettin' older There's a joke here somewhere and it's on me I'll shake this world off my shoulders Come on, baby, the laugh's on me

Steve was baring his goddamn soul. And maybe Eddie had still been judging him too harshly on who he used to be – because they had fought a fucking war together. But it had always seemed to just…glide off Steve. They must have missed it – the darkness and loneliness in his eyes that Eddie was seeing now. They were all seeing it now. Nancy and Robin were both staring at him like they had never seen him before. Eddie was ashamed. How often did he lament people for thinking they knew him? For judging him on his looks before they even tried to know him? And now he had done it, too. But this was worse because Steve was his friend… and he hadn’t seen it. He had seen a piece of the man and assumed it for the whole.

Stay on the streets of this town And they'll be carvin' you up alright They say you gotta stay hungry Hey baby, I'm just about starvin' tonight I'm dyin' for some action I'm sick of sittin' 'round here tryin' to write this book I need a love reaction Come on now, baby, gimme just one look

This blew all of his preconceived notions out of the water. Steve was singing like his goddamn heart was breaking and no one in the world understood him. It was a masterpiece and Eddie was floored. Absolutely floored. He had heard Dancing in the Dark a million times. But Steve… The way he sang it gave the words such a deeper meaning. It was beautiful and haunting and pained. It changed everything about the song… and everything he thought he knew about Steve Harrington.

You can't start a fire Worryin' about your little world fallin' apart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancin' in the dark Even if we're just dancin' in the dark

He held the last note, beautifully pitched, before he let it go. The room was silent, everyone as awestruck as Eddie. After a pregnant pause everyone erupted into cheers and whistles and Steve dropped his head as a blush starting creeping over his cheekbones – his hair falling over his face. Adorable.

Oh. Oh no.

No. No. No.

He did not just think that.

Appreciative eyes followed Steve as he made his way back to their table and Eddie bristled. He wanted to growl and bare his teeth at them all.

“You have the voice of an angel, my dude,” Argyle said.

“Thanks man,” Steve said as he sat back down.

Robin immediately attacked him, shoving him and screaming, “what the hell was that?”

“You wanted me to sing! So, I sang!” he yelled back.

“I didn’t know you could sing, Steve! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Steve shrugged. “Never came up, I guess.”

“Never came up!? Neve came up?” Robin’s voice kept increasing in volume and incredulity. Eddie was right there with her. “I am betrayed! Betrayed, Steve!”

Steve rolled his eyes at her dramatics. “Calm down, Buckley. It was just a song.”

“It wasn’t just a song though, was it?” Nancy asked quietly.

Steve tensed up and ducked his head but not before Eddie saw something dark move through his eyes. He wanted to ask if Steve was okay, wanted to drag him somewhere quiet where he could talk to him and ask him questions and find out what was behind his eyes – what was behind that song. Eddie wanted to split his skull open and peer inside and learn everything there was to know about Steve Harrington. He couldn’t take his eyes off him, was begging desperately in his head for Steve to look up, to look at him, too.

Who are you, Steve Harrington?

Eddie’s mind itched at the unexpected puzzle.

Part 2

#steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #Steve Harrington can sing #steve x eddie #robin buckley

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bleedingoptimism · 1 year ago

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Eddie manages the band's TikTok when they are on tour. The content is mostly behind the scenes of them on the road, news about where they will be going next, band practice, jam sessions, etc. The boys have been friends since high school and get along amazingly, like family. But also like shit, just like family. So there are also videos of Eddie laughing while Frank yells at Jeff for farting on his pillow in the tour bus or Eddie filming himself while running as Gareth chases after him for eating the last cookie. HIS last cookie.

The channel is pretty popular even though it doesn't update often. And the links to their merch store and ticket store while on tour, help a lot with the band's expenses. Music being online makes people buy fewer albums and vinyls. And Spotify paying 0,03 cents per song makes being an up-and-coming band that needs money to rent a studio for recording, bus fares, hotel accommodations and to pay the roadies and technicians… kinda hard.

But the TikTok helps! So Chrissy, Eddie's best friend, Gareth's fiance, and their manager, suggests that Eddie keeps the TikTok going while on break from tour.

It doesn't take long to come up with the perfect idea. Restoring Eddie's old van to make it a small house on wheels for road-tripping. But they’ll need a handyman, someone who knows what they are doing.

Luckily, Chrissy has a solution to that. Her cousin Vicky, just came back from traveling the coast on a huge RV with her girlfriend and her girlfriend’s best friend and, according to Vicky, the man is an expert. He built the whole thing himself, from the ground up. So Chrissy tells Vicky, who asks Robin, who talks to Steve, and the meeting is set up.

On the day of the meeting, Eddie parks the van outside his place, sits on the back, and hits record on his phone, “Morning!” he says to the camera, squinting one eye as the sun hits his face because it’s actually noon, “I’m gonna do something fun during the tour break and I wanted to take yall with me. You see, ever since I was young, I've had this dream. Well, other than becoming a musician who can live off his music, thank you for that by the way,” he smiles and tips an invisible hat towards the camera. “The second thing I've always wanted is having one of those built-in movin' houses, a little RV, a camping van, you know the ones” he wiggles his brows and moves the phone a little around him, to show where he’s sitting so people know where he’s going with this.

“Sooo I asked a friend of a friend of a friend, who is an expert on making dreams come true, to help me and we are gonna mod my van. My lovely Haley, my faithful baby, who has been with me since the beginning… I'm scared. This dude better be good.” he laughs nervously.

part two -> 📱💞🚙

And then his focus shifts to something behind his phone, “Oh, here he comes now!” he waves enthusiastically and keeps looking, either forgetting he’s still filming his reaction or too distracted to save face, he squints a little and then frowns, blushes and, chuckles nervously again, “Oh no. he’s hot.”

☕🥐💕 coffee? by the lake's shore?

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #corroded coffin #im in a rockstar eddie doing mundane things kick #i wrote something

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ladykailitha · 21 days ago

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Eddie Lives!

Here we are at the final day of celebration! Thank you all who have followed along with me and sent me all the asks.

Sorry I didn't end up doing the headcanon asks, but I've done a lot of headcanons in the past and I still had a bunch of asks from WIP Wednesday so I hope you weren't too disappointed.

Summary: Steve hauls Eddie out of the Upside Down and now is forced to wait until he wakes up from his coma. A million seconds. But who's count? Steve.

Also this is loonnnng. Like longer than I would normally put in one post, but I'm taking my hiatus starting tomorrow and I really don't want two stories hanging over my head when I already have the dream soulmate one that I'll still be putting out.

March 27th, 1986

Steve woke up in hospital, his sides, arms, and back completely bandaged and one angry Robin glaring at him.

“It’s a good thing you fainted after getting Eddie to the hospital,” she growled. “But that doesn’t excuse from fainting in the first place. You were septic! You could have died!”

Steve grimaced and said, “But I didn’t?”

She glared at him harder. He wasn’t sure how she managed it, but somehow she managed to look even angrier then before. “Yet! I haven’t decided if I forgive you or not. So you still might end up on the Missing; presumed dead list yet!” She crossed her arms in front of her chest, glowering.

Robin launched herself at him, hugging him tightly. “I thought I lost you, dumbass!”

Steve sighed and held onto her just as tight. “It’s gonna take a lot more than an evil wizard and all his minions to keep me from you.”

She pulled back and looked at him, tears streaming down her face. “You promise?”

“I promise,” he swore. “Now, tell me about everyone. And I mean everyone. Even if it’s just we don’t know yet. I desperate for news.”

“First off,” she said sitting back down with a sigh, “we only know that El is alive because she piggybacked on Max to take out Vecna, but we don’t know if the others are with her. Max is alive. She has two broken arms and one sprained leg, but they have her in a medically induced coma for the shock. Lucas and Erica ran afoul of the Three Stooges, Jason, Chase, and Andy, but Lucas managed to kick his ass and get the headphones on Max before the damage was done.”

“Assholes,” Steve growled. “Once I’m out of here, I’ll kick all three of their asses personally.”

Robin snorted and cocked her head to the side. “Jason’s dead, the bastard. A vine burst through the Upside Down and bisected him. So yeah...Erica is still insisting that was the most traumatic thing she’d every seen.” She went on to tell him about the whole event in the Creel house attic.

“May he rot in hell, then,” Steve said fiercely. “I’ll just kick Chase and Andy’s asses then. Jesus fuck, Andy needs to be in jail or something. Psycho.”

“Agreed!” Robin crowed. “So they’re all okay. Dustin busted his ankle, the idiot, trying to get to Eddie. Everyone else is fine.” She paused for a moment. “Which I guess is just me and Nance.”

“You’re avoiding talking about Eddie,” Steve said bluntly. “Did he—”

“We don’t know yet,” Robin said waving her hands back and forth. “He’s in surgery. Still. But! He’ll be in here with you! If–I mean when he gets out of surgery.”

“Robin...” Steve warned. “What aren’t you telling me?”

She sighed. “I hate it when you’re the one with the brain cell. It’s so annoying.” He glared at her until she folded. “Fine. They aren’t sure he’ll survive the surgery and that if he does, he’ll make it twenty-four hours before succumbing to his injuries anyway.”

Steve let his head drift back onto the pillow and pressed his lips together, he let out a shuddering sigh and then another. “I want to be angry. Or even sad or surprised. But I’m not, I’m more surprised that either of us made it to here if I’m honest.”

Robin sat in the crummy plastic chair and let that sink in for a moment. “Yeah.”

Steve drifted off to sleep to the sounds of Robin breathing and the beeping of his own heart.

March 28th, 1986

They wheeled Eddie in at 3:27:09 in the morning. Steve had been awake before that, dozing in and out of consciousness when the nurses came in with Eddie all bandaged up.

The first thing Steve noticed was that they hadn’t touched his hair. It had merely been pulled out of his face so his neck was clear for them to operate. The next thing he noticed was that his hands were free of any harm, just a couple of nicks and cuts, but no real damage.

From what Steve could make out craning his neck, it seemed the most of the damage had been to his neck and torso. Which was good, that was where Steve had concentrated his first aid efforts. It was nice to see he had been right.

The sound of Eddie’s heart monitor lured Steve back to sleep.

Steve woke up the that morning and looked over to see that Eddie was still not awake. He sighed. He knew that the doctors didn’t have faith that Eddie would last another day, much less wake up. But he had to believe.

The alternative was just too horrible to bare.

Robin was there first thing in the morning, hugging him dearly. “Have they said anything about how the surgery went?”

Steve shook his head. “They’re waiting until Wayne gets here.”

They didn’t have to wait for too long as Wayne showed up not long after Robin had. The doctors soon afterwards.

“I have to admit, your nephew is one tough son of bitch,” the doctor said, cocking his head to the side and then shaking it. “Every time I thought I was going to lose him on the table, he would come back even stronger. We have him in a medically induced coma to help him heal that damage. He looks like one of those kids from the news only eaten instead of their limbs being broke.”

“That’s horrible,” Wayne said, his brown eyes filling tears. “Will he wake up?”

“That’s up to him I’m afraid,” the doctor said solemnly. “If he manages to stay stable for six to seven days, then we will take him off the medicine and let him come to naturally.”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief at that, and Wayne did too. Eddie was a fighter, no matter what the Upside Down tried to teach him, he stood his ground when it mattered most.

But most importantly, something the doctor said made the hamster wheel in his head, start turning.

Robin eyed him critically as Wayne and the doctor talked about treatment options and how the next few days were going to look for Eddie.

As soon as the doctor left, she rounded on him. “All righty, Steve. I can smell your hair burning from here. What’s got you thinking?”

“The doctor thinks that Eddie was one of the serial killer’s victim,” Steve said slowly, “Max too, I bet and since they were brought in together, so if they say that it was...” he paused for dramatic affect and both Wayne and Robin leaned forward in anticipation.

He cocked his head to the side, “Say, Jason Carver?”

Robin slapped his arms. “Holy shit, Steve that’s perfect. Carver’s dead, both Max and Eddie are in coma’s. Lucas and Erica would totally agree to say it was Jason.”

“One problem,” Wayne said, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together. “You’re not going to get Andy and Chase to turn on him.”

Steve grinned like a hyena. “Oh but I know I can. I’m pretty sure the threat of prison for the torture of one Gareth Hughes would be stellar incentive to say that Jason made them do it.”

Robin and Wayne shared a glance. Then Wayne looked over his shoulder at his nephew. He turned back to Steve.

“Yeah, son,” Wayne said slowly. “That about sums it up. I’ll let Hopper and that Dr. Owens know and get the ball rolling. The only reason he’s not in cuffs right now is the police don’t know he’s here, not with so many people injured, missing or dead thanks to that earthquake.”

Steve looked over at Eddie. “And the faster we move the less time he’ll be in handcuffs, better if it’s no time at all.”

March 30th, 1986

They released Steve two days later. He didn’t like it, he tried to protest that he would be better taken care of there at the hospital, but was told that they really needed the beds. They were letting go anyone who wasn’t critical and could manage without much help. Which unfortunately meant him.

So with Robin’s promise to help him change his bandages twice a day, Steve signed the release forms.

Then he strolled right back up to the reception desk and signed in as a visitor. The receptionist glared at him, but couldn’t turn him away. But she did make him wait.

“We are putting someone else in that room,” she huffed. “So you’ll have to wait until the nurses are done getting it set up.”

Steve blinked at her for a moment, slack jawed and then he nodded and sat down in the waiting room.

Robin came up to him and sat down beside him. “You do know that Wayne is in there watching him? You could go home, get a shower and come back.”

Steve blushed a dark red and hung his head. “I know and I should but I’m afraid that if I do, I’ll be bombarded with people wanting things from me when all I want to do is be here, for Eddie and Max.”

“Oh.” Robin blinked at him for a moment and then put her head on his shoulder and took his hand in hers. “I know it’s hard when everyone is pulling you different directions and you feel like you can’t say no, but you really can. Tell them no. Tell them that from visiting hours you are otherwise engaged and that if they want something that they can wait until afterwards.”

Steve sighed and rest his head on top of hers. He knew she was right but it was so hard. He just wanted to do something good for a change, and staying with Eddie felt like that was that.

“I’ll stay here,” she promised. “Hold down the fort and will call you if they let us back in before you get back.”

He let out a shuddering breath and then another. “And you’ll help me with the bandages again?” he asked chewing nervously on his lip.

“Of course I will,” Robin said and gently pushed him off her. “Now go!”

Steve got unsteadily to his feet. Robin snorted and shook her head.

“And maybe a nap you dork,” she huffed. “And don’t give me that BS about needing your bandages back on, I know you’re a stomach sleeper. And it would be good to let the water dry before getting back into your car.”

Steve blushed deeply and then nodded. He shambled off to his car and then got in. He braced himself against the wheel and tilted his head back. He wasn’t sure he should even be driving. He knew he shattered but didn’t want to leave Eddie behind.

Suddenly there was a tapping on the window. Steve startled and looked the window to see who had scared the shit out of him. His jaw dropped and scrambled back out of the car, throwing his arms around Hopper.

Hopper grabbed his face and sobbed happily. “I heard you got hurt and feared the worst, but you’re okay. You’re okay.”

“And you’re alive!” Steve whispered back. “I think that’s the greater miracle here.”

“I’m okay, Steve,” he said with a wobbly smile. “So is everyone else. Joyce, Mike, Will, Jonathan, El, and even Jonathan’s little stoner friend. I’ll tell you all about it later, you looked like you were heading somewhere.”

Just then Steve’s knees buckled and Hopper was forced to catch him before he fell. “Or maybe you should be back in the hospital, kid.”

Steve shook his head. “I literally begged them to stay, but there are too many people who need beds and I’m low priority.”

Suddenly he felt a warmth infuse his bloodstream and he was a little less exhausted. He looked over Hopper’s shoulder to see El standing there in an all white jumper wiping a bit of blood from her nose.

“Supergirl!” he cried and she joined in the huddle. “I’m glad you’re all okay.” He kissed the top of her head. He could feel the weight being lifted off his shoulders now that there were actual adults in town.

Hopper turned to El. “Hey, sweetie, would you tell Joyce and the boys that I’m going to take Steve home and will be right back?”

El nodded. “I’m glad everyone made it out okay,” she whispered before she slipped out of their grasp to do as she was told.

“Come on, kid,” Hopper huffed, “let’s get you home.” He gruffly got Steve into the passenger seat and slid into the driver’s seat.

The wheel hit his knees. He snorted and spent a good while adjusting everything so that he could fit in the damn car. As he pulled out of the hospital parking lot he cursed, “This is why I prefer trucks.”

“Maybe after this all blows over we can get me one,” Steve murmured from where he was pressed against the glass of the window, almost asleep.

Hopper looked over at the now sound asleep Steve and shook his head. “Yeah sure, kid. Whatever you want.”

Hopper manged to get Steve showered, rebandaged, fed, and into bed with very little fuss, though he could tell that Steve was clearly worried about the Munson kid. And after getting the story from him he could see why.

He decided he was going to make a short pit stop on the way back to the hospital. Maybe with the Ghost of Chiefs Past, he might be able to scare them into dropping the charges on Eddie Munson.

He knew the kid, better than he would have liked to admit; having bought weed off of him a time or too many. But Munson was as dangerous as a roasted marshmallow. He might appear hard on the surface, but he was soft and gooey on the center.

So Hopper strolled into the police station and no one stopped him. Probably thought he was ghost. And maybe he was. He hadn’t felt alive in a long time. Not since Sara died. Yeah, sure, the Upside Down and El had pulled him out of a funk. Joyce, too. But feeling alive?

He couldn’t say that for sure.

The door to his old office was open.

Good.

He strode right up to the desk, slamming his hands on the desk and growled, “Boo!”

Calvin Powell let out what could only be called a shriek. Then he saw who was standing there in all his six foot three inches of not dead Jim Hopper glory and shrieked again.

“Miss me?” Hopper said gruffly, a slow grin taking over his face.

“But you’re supposed to be dead!” Powell cried.

Hopper stood up and slammed the door shut, then he pulled up a chair, flopping in it. He put his boots up on the desk and settled into chair, locking his fingers together over his belly.

“The news of my death has been grossly exaggerated.”

“You’re actually alive,” Powell said breathlessly. “Holy shit. Where have you been?”

“A Russian prison fighting monsters from another dimension,” Hopper said with a grin.

Powell stared at him. “Uh, okay. Um... yeah. So how long have you been back into town?”

Hopper glanced at his watch. “Five hours, seventeen minutes and roughly twenty-three seconds.”

The sound that escaped Powell sounded like a cross between whine and a whimper, much like air being let out of a balloon.

“Oh.”

“So Cal,” Hopper said dryly, “I’ve been hearing some very not good things about how the police have been run while I was dead.”

“Now see here!” Powell said leaping to his feet. “You don’t know what’s been going on, kids being murdered in gruesome ways, other kids run around trying incite a mob, and even more kids trying to be cops. I’ve had my hands full!”

Hopper licked his lips slowly and examined his finger nails. “You’re even dumber than I thought.”

“What?”

The look on Powell’s face was comical. He looked like a fish out of water.

“You put Rick Lipton in jail for a start,” Hopper said shaking his head.

“He’s drug lord!” Powell huffed. “Of course I put him in jail.”

“Yeah, so who’s supplying the drugs now?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

“No one!” Powell cried out, his breath starting to quicken. “That’s the point!”

“See? That just proves how dumb you are.” Hopper shook his head. “Drugs were found in the Munson trailer, right? So where did they come from if Lipton was in jail?”

Powell’s jaw dropped.

“You were so concerned about the murder that you didn’t look into anything else,” Hopper growled. “I used to be like that until that Byers boy. But killing the snake you know just invites snakes you don’t to fill the gap. Also what do you really have that proves Eddie Munson did any of the killings?”

Powell frowned and slowly sat down. “How do you know about that?”

“For fuck’s sake Cal,” Hopper growled sitting up, waving his arm. “It’s all over town. I’ve heard it from four separate people and I’ve only been in town for less than a day.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’!” he snapped. “You only have the word of two traumatized kids that he, what? Levitated them, broke their bones and gauged out their eyes? You want to know what that sounds like to me?”

“Drugs?” Powell whispered, hanging his head.

“Drugs, Cal!” Hopper bellowed. “And I hear you let that Carver kid just take over the town meeting and he damned near got the whole town after someone who you had no evidence of wrong doing? I’m even willing to bet that you don’t even know that Munson is in the hospital in a coma from being ripped apart. You want to what I think?”

Powell let out a shuddering breath. “No, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me anyway.” He settled back against the chair.

“Sounds to me that someone has been killing these kids in a ritualistic murders,” Hopper said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Munson is just one of the victims not the perp. The kid doesn’t have a wicked bone in his body. I don’t know who I’d pin for it, but not him.”

“He deals drugs to high school students,” Powell said, ticking things off on his fingers, “he repeated his final year of high school twice, his dad is in prison and who the hell knows where his mother is? Probably drugged up in a ditch somewhere. Wayne Munson never graduated from high school. He plays that game. The ‘kid’ as you call him is a bad egg, Jim and you know it.”

“Weed,” Hopper huffed. “He sells weed. I’m gonna bet that the other drugs that were found weren’t enough to sell, probably only samples.”

Powell got up and went to his filing cabinet and pulled out the Munson file. He opened it up and proceeded to flip through it. He muttered the amounts and then let out a sigh.

“I wouldn’t even consider them samples,” he huffed, handing the file to Hopper. “They’re barely enough personal use.”

Hopper looked through the file, slowly and methodically. “You ain’t got jack shit and you know it. Were you really going to railroad this kid on so little information? Like this would barely make it past Mac’s desk let alone a fucking jury.” He slammed it on Powell’s desk. McKenzie Peterson was a hard-nosed district attorney who had gone after former mayor Larry Kline with both barrels.

“So what do you expect me to do, Jim?” Powell asked. “They’re baying for my blood and want answers now, not later.”

“Your fucking job for a start, Cal,” Hopper said standing up. “Find out who really did it. Because it sure as hell ain’t Eddie Munson.”

He walked out the door, leaving a defeated Sheriff Calvin Powell in his wake.

April 2nd, 1986

Over the next couple of days, between the efforts of Hopper, Dr. Owens, and Wayne, the police department posthumously declared Jason Carver the killer and the town got to focusing on healing and rebuilding their town.

Steve spent everyone moment that he could visiting Eddie and Max, the hospital putting the two of them in the same room.

Which helped assuage Steve’s guilt about wanting to make sure Eddie woke up and being their for Max.

So every day Steve watched both of his friends. Everyone else came through on a rotation, Wayne being the only constant. Lucas had wanted to spend everyday with Max, but his parents insisted he go back to school.

The basketball team refused to look him in the eye and the Hellfire Club had been disbanded, permanently.

Well, all right Nancy and Robin were fighting to get it reinstated, but for now it was dead in the water.

On the fifth day, Max opened her eyes. And after several tests, they determined that she would see again, but with needing glasses.

“Great,” she huffed. “Now I’m going to be a nerd.”

Lucas burst out laughing. “Welcome to club.”

Steve could tell she wanted to cross her arms but couldn’t with them both in a cast.

Soon enough, Susan had gotten everything ready for Max to come home, and the hospital released her at the end of the week.

Steve stopped one of the nurses as Susan wheeled Max out to her car.

“Who’s going to replace Max in Eddie’s room?”

He didn’t want it to be some stranger who’s family might not appreciate Eddie’s presence in their loved one’s room.

“No one,” she promised. “We’ve been able to clear out a lot patients to other hospitals or sent them home. We don’t need to double up any more. He’ll be able to have the room to himself.”

Steve let out a sigh of relief. “That’s great. Yeah, really great news. Thank you.”

She nodded and then went to help Susan get Max into her car.

He let out a shuddering breath and went back into Eddie’s room. After making a pit stop for the trunk of his car, that was. He knew that even with the press and the police saying Eddie was innocent that certain people might take exception to that. And he was going to protect Eddie at all cost.

April 5th, 1986

Steve stopped at the door when he saw someone he didn’t know.

“Uh, this room is off limits if you aren’t on the approved guest list,” Steve growled, moving slowly toward the lamp in the corner in case he needed to defend Eddie.

The man, or rather kid turned around. He was black kid wearing a Megadeth t-shirt. His hair was neat shaven and Steve could tell he had an easy smile.

“I think I’d be more concerned that you’re on it, Harrington,” the kid said, cocking his head to the side, “then me being here if I’m honest.”

“I’m the one who resuscitated him and brought him barely breathing to the hospital,” Steve said with a sneer. “So you if you don’t tell me who you are I’m gonna start screaming.”

The kid held up his hands. “Jeff Lawrence I’m in Hellfire and Corroded Coffin with him, you know, his band?”

Steve tilted his head to the side. “The other guitarist, right?”

Jeff blinked at him for a moment and then huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, man that’s me. I’m not as good as Ed, but I do alright.”

“I’ve only heard him play once,” Steve said with a shrug, coming further into the room. “And that was a six minute song that came out only three weeks ago, so if he’s more impressive than that, then he really should be selling out stadiums, not playing to five drunk dudes every Tuesday.”

Jeff stared at him in wide-mouthed shock. “Holy shit. How do you know so much about him?”

Steve moved to the other side of Eddie’s bed and Jeff’s body moved to keep him in his sights. “I’ve been soaking up whatever information Wayne or any of the kids have been able to tell me.”

“Kids?” Jeff’s confusion only cemented more and more with each word out of Harrington’s mouth.

“Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, and Mike Wheeler,” Steve said with a shrug, picking at the blanket draped over Eddie like a shroud. “I think they’re all in Hellfire with you guys.”

“Uh, yeah,” Jeff said. “I know them, but how do you them?”

Steve raised his head and Jeff was struck by how haunted Steve looked. His eyes had bags under them, his cheeks were shallow, and his clothes hung off him.

“Man, what the hell happened to you?” the words were out Jeff’s mouth before he could even think not say them.

Steve looked at him slack jawed for a moment before he realized what Jeff was asking. “Oh! Eddie and I were both mauled by the same animals, so I’m getting over my own injuries. I just wasn’t bad as Eddie was so I got released a couple of days ago.”

“Maybe they should readmit you, dude,” Jeff said cocking his head to the side. “Because man, you look like shit.”

Steve barked out a laugh. “I’ll bounce back, I always do.”

“Whatever you say, man,” Jeff said pulling up a chair and sitting in it. “So back to how you know Eddie’s lost sheep...”

“I’ve known them since they were barely middle schoolers,” Steve huffed with laughter. “Mike Wheeler is my ex’s little brother and they’re friends with Jonathan Byers’ little brother, Will. You know, Zombie Boy?” He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean. Like it wasn’t as though he was actually dead.”

“You’re different than what I thought you’d be,” Jeff admitted. “I thought you’d deny knowing them if I’m honest. Because those kids talk about nothing else but how cool you are. But you straight up defended them like a mama bear. I like that.”

“Oh!” Steve said, the light coming back into his eyes even just a little. “I get it. Bit of an ass in school, couldn’t possibly be the hero the kids described. I’m not sure I believe half the stuff I’ve actually done to protect those little shits and I did them!”

“There was the pack of wild dogs...” Jeff said, listing off the things they’d brought up.

“True,” Steve said shaking his head. “But that was because Dustin brought home a baby one and thought he could raise it on his own.”

Beat.

“It ate his cat.”

Jeff leaned forward, eyes wide. “No fucking way?!”

“Oh yeah,” Steve continued deadpan. “And then I had to help the little shit track it down when it escaped from his basement. Never getting a dog after that, man.” He shuddered a bit.

“Yeah okay that’s fair,” Jeff said, settling back in the chair. “What about t-boning Billy Hargrove’s car because he was about to run over a couple of them?”

“Don’t even regret it,” Steve said shaking his head. “Dude was a real asshole. Like the genuine article. Piece of shit. May he rot in hell.”

“Amen.”

Jeff looked at him for a moment. “So you were in the mall fire, too, huh?”

Steve nodded, fussing with Eddie’s blanket again. “Concussion number three.” He held up three fingers.

“Shit, dude,” Jeff said, shaking his head. “How many have you had?”

“If we include being hit in the head as baby, four that I know of.” He cocked his head and then nodded. “Yeah four.”

“What were the other two?” Jeff asked, even though he knew he really shouldn’t. It wasn’t any of his business. But here was King Steve sitting vigil next the bedside of his very comatose best friend and he was compelled to find out why.

“Jonathan Byers, junior year,” he half shrugged. “I deserved that one. But I was very upset and wasn’t thinking, I just wanted to hurt him the way I felt I had been hurt.”

Jeff could tell there was more to that story than what Steve was telling, but this time he really wasn’t going to pry. It was clearly too personal.

“And number two?”

Steve looked him in the eye and Jeff felt a fierce protectiveness coming from like the mama bear he had compared him to when Steve had walked in ready to fight him off.

“Billy Hargrove went after a friend of mine,” Steve growled, “because he was black boy daring to talk to his step-sister.” He tilted his head to the side. “Hargrove not the kid. I fully believe that if I hadn’t stepped between them, Billy would have straight up killed him. I had him on the ropes, too. The bastard cheated.”

Jeff snorted. “Yeah, how’s that?”

“He took a plate and smashed it into the side of my face,” Steve said, then shoved his tongue into his cheek.

“Wait...” Jeff huffed. “I think I do remember that. You came to school the following Monday looking like someone had dragged you face first into hell. And Billy stayed clear of you after that.”

“Yeah.”

They fell into a comfortable silence for a moment.

Jeff’s eyes drifted to the far too still form of his best friend. Eddie Munson wasn’t meant to be lying in a hospital bed, still as death. He was supposed to be jumping on tables and climbing things he shouldn’t.

“How long has he been here?”

“What day is it?” Steve muttered, wearily.

“Saturday the fifth,” Jeff supplied. He briefly wondered what kind of life Steve was living that he didn’t even know the day of the week.

“Eight days, twelve hours, seventeen minutes,” Steve rattled off and then he looked at his watch. “And 52 seconds.”

“And you’ve been keeping him safe the whole time?” Jeff breathed, leaned forward again.

Steve shook his head. “I was out of commission for a couple of days, but as soon as I could, I put myself between him and those that would hurt him.”

“Why?”

Steve frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“Why are you throwing yourself into danger for a guy you barely know?” Jeff asked frowning back. “Like, you two are opposite sides of the cliques in high school. Hell, I know you were on the basketball team and that’s one of Eddie’s favorite topics to rant on. I don’t think the two of you had even spoke more than ten words together and now you’re swearing fidelity like some knight taking an oath from his king.”

Steve cocked his head to the side as he regarding the other boy. “He was the first person who treated me like a whole person and not just someone they could get something from. Even if that thing was protection or friendship. He saw me when everyone else just saw that jerk in high school. I gave all that up my junior year. Like I had almost a year and a half of not being that, but everyone makes excuses for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“‘Oh don’t mind him, he’s a reformed former jock’, ‘He’s a little dumb, but he means well’, ‘If it wasn’t automatic, he’d probably forget to do it, but he’s really good at hitting things, that’s why we keep him around.’”

Jeff’s breath caught in his chest. “And these people are your friends?”

Steve let out a snort of laughter. “They have other qualities that endear me to them, yes. But there was no judgment with Eddie. I think it was because he recognized someone who had been counted out again and again and decided he wasn’t going to add to the shit pile. So yeah, I would walk into hell for him.”

“Orpheus and Eurydice.”

“With a less tragic ending,” Steve whispered. “I hope.”

“Me too, man. Me too.”

April 8th, 1986

There was a knock on the door to Eddie’s hospital room.

Steve stopped from where he was reading “The Last Unicorn”. They had just gotten to the gypsy encampment.

He turned to the door where Amanda was peering around the door in at him.

“Sorry to disturb you,” she said with a sad smile. “But it’s just that visiting hours are up. You’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

Steve looked down at the book with a sigh. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll just be a minute and then I’ll clear out.”

She nodded. “Just don’t forget to sign out this time. You forgot yesterday.”

He gave her a jaunty salute and she laughed. She shook her head and closed the door behind her. Steve turned back to look at the still sleeping Eddie.

Because he was sleeping now. He had long since been taken off the medications that kept him under.

Long.

Steve snorted. As if it had been weeks or even months since they removed the tubing. It had been roughly four days. But it felt like an eternity to him. Because the long Eddie stayed in the coma, the less likely he would ever come out of it.

He started packing up his things and throwing away the garbage that had built up as he read to Eddie.

They all took turns reading to him as the doctors said that he could hear them. They all tried to read to him from the same book as to not confuse him with too many plots, but Wayne would read the newspaper to him. As if he was keeping Eddie up to date on all the happenings in town. As if Eddie would care.

Maybe he would.

Steve wouldn’t really know.

He shouldered the bag and walked over to the bed. He had been allowed to wash Eddie’s hair in a basin so it wasn’t a rat’s nest, so it was soft as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“I’m sorry, Eds,” he murmured. “They want me out of here. I don’t know why visiting hours end at five, not with most people getting off work then, but they won’t bend the rules for anyone. Not even your uncle. Which I thought was rude. He’s your flesh and blood. He should be able to visit you any time he wants.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his brow. Like he had the last two nights after talking to Jeff. After the comparison to the Greek myth, Steve come to realization that yes, he was in love with Eddie. And that he had been bisexual for a really long time.

Only this time as Steve pulled away, he found that he was looking into the biggest brown eyes he had ever seen.

“Eddie?” Steve breathed.

“Steef?” Eddie mumbled back.

“Holy shit!” he said gleefully. “You’re awake! I have to the tell the nurses. But it’s so good to see you awake.”

Steve looked at his watch and the time read 5:13pm, he would have to do the math later. But Eddie had been asleep for almost two weeks.

He pounded on the call button.

Suddenly the room was being flooded with nurses as they responded to the call. They began fussing with Eddie’s equipment. Steve bounced on his toes for a moment and then rushed out to the pay phone.

He rummaged around for change but he didn’t have any.

“Shit!”

He pounded the zero and let it go to collect then dialed Wayne’s temporary digs.

“Please state your name for the person to accept your call,” came the polite female robotic voice.

“Eddieisawake!” Steve huffed into the phone.

But instead of hanging up and not accepting the charges like Steve thought he would, the call went through.

“Are you sure?” came the clipped voice of very worried Wayne.

“Yeah,” Steve said, a little breathless. “The nurses are in with him now. He said my name, Wayne. He remembered who I was.”

“I’m so glad you were there with him,” Wayne said, his voice cracking. “I’m on my way.”

“Would you at least call Dustin so he can spread the word?” he said, his own voice starting to wobble.

“On it!” Wayne said. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Bye.”

Steve ran back into the room and skidded to a stop just steps into the room. It was just Amanda and another nurse topping off Eddie’s fluids and adjusting the bed.

“I should have known you’d do anything to stay longer,” Amanda teased over her shoulder. “But I didn’t think that you would go so far as to wake up my patient.”

Eddie and the other nurse chuckled as Steve turned bright red.

Eddie held out his hand to Steve and like a moth to the flame, Steve took the steps to take his hand.

“I made it,” Eddie said with a crooked grin.

“You absolutely did,” Steve confirmed giving his hand a squeeze. “I called Wayne, he’s on his way. He also is going to make sure everyone else knows you’re awake.”

Eddie nodded. “Is– I mean did everyone else make it out okay?”

“Yeah, man,” Steve murmured, petting Eddie’s hair to soothe him. “Everyone’s fine. More than, actually. Apparently Jim Hopper is alive. But Vecna for sure is dead.”

Eddie let out a huff of laughter that turned into a sob of relief. “You swear it? Everyone is okay?”

Steve squeezed his hand again. “Yeah, we just waiting on you to be dramatic and come to.”

Eddie’s lip quivered as tears ran down his face. Steve started whispering all the things that had happened while he was asleep, by the time he got to the part where Steve fainted after bringing him barely breathing to the hospital, Wayne had arrived.

Steve stepped back and let the two of them have a moment alone. He chewed on his lip a moment before deciding to go back to the waiting room.

Thankfully it only had a couple of people in seats so he was able to have his pick while he waited for his friends to show up.

He was grateful when everyone showed up, even Eddie’s friends and Chief Hopper.

“He’s awake and talking,” he said, standing up to meet them. “The nurses have looked him over and everything is normal. Wayne’s in with him now.”

Dustin ran into Steve’s arms. “Thank you so much! He wouldn’t have made it without you!”

Steve put his arms around him and held him tight. As much as he wanted to refute the claim, he knew it was true. His first-aid skills combined with literally carrying Eddie out of the Upside Down and getting him to the hospital was why he alive to fight to live in the first place.

“Yeah, bud,” he whispered.

“Whoa!” Wayne said, coming out of the elevator to see the assembled crowd. “I wasn’t expecting to see all’y’all.”

“The news spread like wild fire,” Mike said with a shrug. “He’s our friend. We all wanted to make sure he was okay.”

Wayne chuckled. “Only a couple at a time and don’t stay too long.”

They all agreed and it was decided that the Corroded Coffin boys went first as they had been his friends for longer.

They all chatted while different groups went to talk to Eddie.

While waiting for his turn Dustin sat next to Steve and just put his head on his shoulder.

After a moment or two he raised his head and frowned. “What’s wrong with your watch? It’s flashing.”

Steve hummed and then looked at the watch. “Oh that. I was timing how long Eddie was in the coma.”

“Why?” Dustin asked, his brow furrowing deeper.

“Something to keep my mind off why he was in the coma I guess,” he said with a shrug. “I was reading about how if the coma went on too long he might never come out of it and I–”

“Yeah, I get it,” Dustin murmured. “Something to ground you when it seemed all impossible.”

Steve worked his watch off his wrist to show it to Dustin. “It’s a got a little stop watch feature that includes days, so I’ve been counting on it. I stopped it when Eddie woke up.”

Dustin gently took the watch, know how important it was to Steve not to accidentally erase the time.

Then he just started laughing.

Everyone stopped to look at him in confusion. The other patrons were eyeing him, clearly annoyed.

“How accurate do you think this is, Steve?” he said when he finally caught his breath.

Steve shrugged. “I mean, as accurate as it can be, why?”

Erica got up and took the watch away from Dustin and then raised an eyebrow at Steve. “There’s no way this is real.”

“It is though,” Steve defended. “They forgot to take off my watch when I fainted, and when they wheeled Eddie in I pressed the stopwatch button. It’s not like there are three dozen clocks in this place, so I just never used it for that.”

“What’s going on?” Wayne asked as he stepped into the waiting room with Jeff, Brian, and Gareth.

“Eddie being as dramatic as possible,” Dustin huffed with a giggle.

Both of Wayne’s eyebrows shot up. “And how’s that?”

Erica tossed him the watch which he caught.

“Eddie was in a coma for eleven days, thirteen hours, forty-six minutes, and 40 seconds,” Dustin said with a grin.

Wayne looked confused as everyone else good at math groaned.

“That dramatic asshole,” Jeff sighed.

“Anyone want to fill the rest of us in?” Robin said dryly, arms crossed over her chest. “For us people in which math was a struggle?”

“Eddie was asleep for one million seconds,” Mike said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Wait, what?” Steve said, cocking his head to the side.

“That’s how long Eddie was asleep,” Dustin said. “He woke up after a million chances.”

“Knowing Eddie,” Gareth said, “he probably heard the words one in a million chance of surviving the night and his brain took that to mean a million seconds.”

Steve laughed brightly. “Yeah, that sounds like Eddie. Dork.” He shook his head.

“Ed is asking for you, son,” Wayne said to Steve. “He just wants to talk to Steve alone for a moment and then he’ll see everyone else.”

There were some grumbles, but Max pointed out that Eddie probably wanted to thank Steve for saving his life and didn’t want other people there to see him blubber.

Steve walked into the room to find that Eddie was lightly dozing. He had had a rough day after all. He came up and stroked Eddie’s hair, gently rousing him from his sleep.

“If you need me to go out there and tell them to come back tomorrow so you can sleep I will,” Steve said fiercely.

Eddie shook his head. “I want to see everyone, I’m just resting my eyes.”

Steve snorted. “Nice try, Bilbo, but I’ve seen that movie.”

Eddie broke out into a grin. “Should have known there was a secret nerd buried in you somewhere, Stevie.”

“Do you even know Dustin at all, man?”

Eddie barked out a laugh. “You have a point. But yeah, I wanted to talk to alone for a moment.”

“And here I am,” Steve teased, throwing out his arms.

“So Jeff and the boys were telling me that you were my personal bodyguard while I was under.” Eddie twisted the sheet in his hands nervously.

“I know too well that once someone sees you a certain way,” Steve said with a half shrug, “that you could turn into a hellbeast and they’ll treat you like you never changed at all.”

Eddie winced. “The whole asshole jock that everyone else seems caught up on? Even though you haven’t been that dude in literal years?”

“Right in one,” he said. “Though yours is a lot more dangerous to your continued survival and I wasn’t going to let them undo all my work to keep you alive.”

Eddie ducked his head and Steve could make out the barest hint of a blush.

“Is that the only reason?”

Steve reached out and covered Eddie’s twisting fingers with his own to still them. “Did you want another reason?”

“Some would consider it an act of true love...” he mumbled.

Steve brought one of his hands to his lips and kissed it tenderly. “That’s because it was. I love Nancy, I always will, but I know how bad we are for each other.”

Eddie raised his head and looked Steve in the eye for the first time since he walked into the room.

“You’d want to be my boyfriend?” he whispered in awe.

Steve laughed. “Yeah, Eddie. I’d like that a lot.”

“Yay!” Eddie said with childish glee.

“And when you get out of the hospital I’ll take you on a proper date,” Steve promised.

“It’s a deal, Stevie,” Eddie murmured, fondness just oozing out of every pore.

Steve pressed a brief kiss to his lips. “I’m going to get the next gaggle, okay?”

“Yeah, babe.”

Steve kissed him again and then gave his hand a squeeze, before leaving to do as he said.

As the kids went into see Eddie, Steve turned to Robin.

“You’re on the clock now, missy,” he teased her. “You have until a certain someone gets out of the hospital to be the first of us to go on a gay date. So you better ask Vickie out before then.” He winked at her.

Robin’s eyes went wide. “You sly dog! I can’t believe you got a boyfriend before I got a girlfriend. I’m going to hate you forever.”

“No you won’t.”

She sighed. “No I won’t,” she repeated, putting her head on his shoulder. “I’m happy for you, dingus.”

“Thanks, Rob.”

As he sat there in the hospital waiting room waiting for his friends to come back, he never thought he would find love after Nancy and his relationship blew up. Back then he would have told you he had a one in million chance especially here in Hawkins, but now?

It was the start of something beautiful, he could feel it. He had something to look forward to for the first time since the defeated Vecna. He had a date to plan.

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louloulemons-posts · 1 year ago

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Metal Head Cuddles

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Word Count : 1.7k

Warnings : not proofread, swears, shitty parents(reader), vecna stuff did happen, petnames, it’s just a load of fluff.

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Meeting-hug :

Being Robins Buckleys cousin was great, moving in with her and her dad was also great. Your family wasn’t fantastic, but Robin and your uncle were.

“Are you sure it was okay for me to tag along? I could always go back and chill with Uncle Rich.”

“Come on Y/N, i know you wanna get out of it, but everyone will love you”.

“Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m 100% sure, now come on let’s go in.” You were at Robins friends, Steve, house, apparently they’d become best friends a couple years back.

Working at an ice cream shop together, you’d had a job of your own when you lived in Chicago, it had allowed you to move to Hawkins and not look back. An old music shop that was getting more and more popular by the day.

Harringtons house was nice, Robin said his parents had a good job, but weren’t around a lot. There was music and laughter as you walked into the house.

“Don’t be nervous, they’ll love you.” Robin linked your arms and you walked into the garden. “Buckley!” A voice called out as you left the house. “Harrington.”

A boy jogged up to you, floppy hair bouncing as he came. “Ah you must be Y/N, Robins said a lot about you. I’m Steve.”

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you.” He gave you a welcoming hug.

“I’ll get you guys a drink, beer?” he asked.

“Y/Ns driving,” Robin spoke.

“Lemonade?”

“Lemonades great thanks.”

“Come on let’s meet the others.” Your cousin waved over at some younger people. “Y/N, this is Dustin, Will, Mike, El, Lucas and Max.”

“It’s nice to meet you all.”

“Ahh so you’re Robins mystery cousin,” the curly haired boy said.

“The one and only,” you shrugged.

“It’s good to meet you anyways,” A red haired girl spoke, her eyes were glazed and you spotted a white cane, along with the hold she had on the boys arm beside her.

“And you guys.”

“Come on let’s meet the lovebirds.” Robin led you away to two teens who looked your age. “This is Nancy and Jonathan, guys this is my cousin Y/N.”

“Hey it’s great to meet you,” the girl spoke, standing to give you a squeeze.

“And you.”

“Where’s Munson?” Robin asked.

“Late as always,” Jonathan joked. On that note loud metal music was heard. “Speak of the devil,” Jonathan chuckled.

A few moments later a man with unruly hair came wandering in, his footsteps heavy and loud. He wore a large grin, dancing across his mouth as he took the younger curly haired boy hugged him.

The hug of a brother, Steve walked past, handing him a beer like it was a breath. He made his way over to us, handing me a cup full of lemonade and Robin her own bottle of booze.

“You been introduced to everyone?” Steve asked. “Pretty much, just not,” I motioned over to the man who was not letting out a cackle.

“Oh, hang on,” Steve paused for a second, because calling out the man’s name, “Eddie, come here man.” You heard him mutter something like, ‘Oh no already in trouble,’ to the younger kids, making them laugh.

He jogged over to us, taking a swig of his drink. “Hey guys,” he smiled, taking in everyone’s face when he finally landed on mine. His chocolate eyes met my gaze.

“Eddie this is Y/N, Robins cousin from Chicago,” Steve explained.

“Oh cool, nice to meet you,” he said, pulling you into a half hug.

You hand landed on his lower back in greeting as his kept his, respectfully on the middle of yours. “And you, Robins told me all about you guys,” I said to the group.

“Oh no, what’s she said?” Steve groaned.

“Nothing that isn’t true Dingus.”

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Random-Encounter Hug :

Pushing the cart through the aisle, I grabbed a couple veggies here and there, planning on making, yet another, thank you meal for Robin and my uncle.

After placing the tomato’s and peppers in the cart I looked back up, spotting a newly familiar figure. Grabbing the last few things I needed from this section I sped up, “Hey Eddie.”

The boy whirled round to look at me, “Y/N, hey, how are you?” He asked, instantly pulling me into a large hug, giving me a gentle squeeze.

“I’m good, just getting bits and pieces.”

“Same here, I’m want to make my uncle a nice meal for his birthday, but don’t tell anyone,” he leant down so he was closer to your ear, “I can’t really cook.”

Letting out a laugh, I smiled at the boy, “If you want I can help you?”

“You cook?”

“I do indeed, give me your number and we can figure out a recipe, go through everything step by step.”

“Really?”

“Sure, what does he like to eat?”

“Anything we eat out of cans a lot.”

“Does he like steak?”

“Sure.”

I motioned for him to follow me, pushing the cart and coming to a halt by the steaks and other various meat. Getting a small, cheap, but still a beautiful cut, I handed it to Eddie.

“Does he like mash potatoes?”

“Yeah.” I quickly grabbed some of them, and then some green beans. Eddie pulled a face at that, “Does he not like them?

“Oh he loves them, I do not,” his face scrunched.

“They’re not that bad I promise, cook them

in butter and seasoning.” The boy hummed, instantly trusting your words.

He stayed to help you with your own shopping, helping you take the bags to your car, holding his own. “Thank you for the help,” he said, “It was nice to see you again.”

“And you. Remember call me when you’re cooking, I’ll talk you through it all.” The boy gave you a smile, and pulled you into a sweet hug. Arms enclosing around your body, holding you close.

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Exhaustion Hug :

You’d gone out for the day with Robin, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan and Eddie. Not sleeping well the night before after a screaming phone call from your mother, you were so tired.

“You okay?” Robin whispered.

“Oh yeah, just a bit sleepy. I’ll be fine.” You’d be on a long walk, wondering around shops, just having fun doing what people would consider mundane.

Eddie walked in front chatting away with Steve, Robin jumped into conversation with them, whilst Jonathan and Nancy led the group hand in hand.

Staying a few steps behind, you rubbed your eyes again. Not realising the group had stopped you bumped into Eddies back. “Shit sorry Eds.”

Turning to look at you, he smiled softly at your sleepy state. “It’s okay, you good?”

“Yeah just tired.” He nodded, humming, “Well we can’t have that can we.”

He turned back around and got low, “Hop on,” he said simply.

“What?”

“Get on my back.”

“Eddie no-“

“Y/N,” he said turning his face to you, “Please.” Well you couldn’t say no to that.

Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, Eddie stood, holding underneath your thighs. “Comfy?”

“Mhm.” My face rested on his shoulder.

“Come on then, let go,” he walked with ease, as if he wasn’t carrying an extra weight. I felt so comfortable there, with him holding me, that my face nuzzled into his neck, breathing him in.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Anything for you.”

…

“Oh he’s so into her,” Steve said, watching the boy carry the sleepy girl. “Him into her? You don’t understand how much she talks about him. I swear Eddie coming today is the only reason she’s here,” Robin laughed.

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Recharging Cuddles :

You don’t really know how it happened, but it was natural as anything. You and Eddie started dating, much to his Uncle Wayne’s joy.

Stood in the small kitchen in their new trailer, you were cooking a breakfast for Eddie and yourself, Wayne had already headed out for the day.

Feeling arms come around your waist and a face nuzzle into your neck, his curls tickled in their sleepy state. “Where did you go?” He said, voice laced with sleep.

“Making us breakfast Eds.”

“You weren’t there when I woke up.”

“Sorry baby, I just wanted to make you something.”

“You’re too sweet,” he spoke, placing a sweet kiss under your ear. “It’s almost ready, why don’t you sit at the table?”

He whined, “Wanna stay with you.”

“Okay sleepy boy,” With a free hand you rubbed his own that connected around your waist.

“Thank you.”

“Never have to thank me baby.” The boy remained attached to you the rest of the time you cooked, sliding you onto his lap as you ate.

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Reunion hugs :

It had been two whole weeks since you’d seen Eddie, yourself, Robin and your uncle had been on vacation. Not even thinking about unpacking you jumped in your car and drove over to Eddies.

The trailer park was hit with sun, bright days becoming more common, the people of Hawkins soaking in the rays.

That was including your favourite boy, of course wearing jeans, black and ripped and a tank top. Some of his scars were on display but the large ones that covered his torso were hidden by the material.

Parking up, you climbed out of the car with ease. “Hey you,” you called as you walked over to him. “Oh my god”, he laughed, pushing off the stairs of the trailer and running to you.

Without a second thought your feet were off the ground, arms around his neck, he lifted you up and held you close. “I missed you so fucking much.” Hands going to his hair, you giggled, “I missed you too baby.”

“Never go away again,” he mumbled into your neck.

“Where’s my hug miss?” you heard another voice speak. “Wayne,” I smiled Eddie let me hop down from his hold and walk over to the older man. He took he in his arms and gave me a squeeze.

“Thank goodness you’re back, I couldn’t deal with anymore moping from this boy,” he motioned to Eddie. “Wayne,” he whined, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling your back to his chest.

“But seriously never leave me again.”

“Don’t plan on it.” He kissed the top of your head, holding you tighter.

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A/N : well hello it’s been a while, life’s been kinda crazy lately, so writings been the last thing on my mind. Hopefully I’ll be back to it soon, but I’m not gonna push myself, hope you guys understand.

All the love 🤍

- Lou

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ellswritings · 5 months ago

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I Knew You Were Trouble

Ex!Evan Buckley x reader

Eddie Diaz x reader

TW: Emotional and physical cheating (from Buck), heartbroken reader, 118 supporting reader, Eddie picking up the pieces, angsty fluff.

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Evan Buckley. The moment his piercing blue eyes showed up at the 118, Y/N knew she was in for it. His flirty smile, the forward flirting, it was hard not to fall for it. Y/N has never been the type to fall for a guy just because he flashes a smile, but something about the way his nose crinkled whenever he grinned at her, it made her heart flutter.

Y/N L/N has always had a strong personality. She was part of the LAPD for five years before going through the Fire academy. She was the best in both of her fields. Always professional, super playful, witty, reasonable, and always down for a good time. That’s why she fit in so well with the team at the 118 when she was placed there. Hen and Chimney were the first two she met, then Captain Bobby Nash came rolling in. He clicked seamlessly with them too. And then… Buck.

On paper, he was perfect. At least in Y/N’s eyes he was. Despite his constant need to go against Bobby’s orders, she could never truly dislike the boy. Did she think he could be irrational and dumb sometimes? Absolutely. But that’s one of the things she found endearing about him.

And that’s also the reason he fell for her. Everyone on the team treated him like some idiot kid who was just a ticking time bomb. But not Y/N. She treated him like an equal, like a partner. Even when he immaturely would flirt with her on shift, tease her, blatantly but playfully check her out, she still never once genuinely got irritated with him.

So when the two of them started dating, the team wasn’t necessarily surprised. It was around that time a new recruit came into the 118. Edmundo Diaz, or as he likes to go by, Eddie. He was the missing piece the 118 needed. It felt like a full fledged family when Eddie showed up. He and Buck didn’t get along at first, but Y/N, being the effervescent force she is, managed to make them get along.

The team was amazing. Going on calls was a breeze because they all just worked so well together. Even team outings were an absolute blast because everyone got along. They are truly one big happy family.

Of course though, Eddie, Buck, and Y/N always had a deeper connection with each other than the others. Perhaps it’s because they’re so close in age, but they truly just clicked. When Eddie originally showed up to the firehouse, he wasn’t oblivious to how genuinely beautiful Y/N is. Her infectious smile and booming laugh would catch any man or woman’s attention. He would have pursued her if Buck hadn’t already won that battle.

They were always relatively professional at the job. Out of the two of them, Buck seemed to have the hardest time keeping his hands off of her. Stealing kisses here and there, smacking her behind when he thinks no one’s looking. They were happy, and anyone with eyes could see it.

At least until Taylor Kelly came into the picture.

When they got the call that her news helicopter had a mechanical failure, no one really thought anything would’ve came out of it. Y/N was pretty much in the midst of all of it, being the one to pull Taylor out of the situation while the rest of the group helped her crew and got the copter under control.

However, despite Y/N saving her life, the redheads attention was solely focused on Buck. Something that not only Y/N noticed, but the rest of the team.

It only got worse when Taylor showed up to the firehouse, claiming she would be following the 118 crew around until she felt comfortable enough to go back into the sky. Not only was Bobby annoyed, but Y/N wasn’t too thrilled to be seeing her around. Especially with the way she’s been paying special attention to her boyfriend.

Now, Y/N has never been the jealous type. She knows Buck is good looking and that other people are bound to think so too. Whenever they go out, there’s always one or two drunk individuals that try to slip him their number, but he’s never entertained any of them. After the whole Abby fiasco, his eyes have only ever been on Y/N.

That’s why she tried her hardest to ignore Taylor’s persistent behavior. She also tried to ignore how much Buck seemed to enjoy the attention. She had to remind herself of how much she loves and trusts Evan Buckley. Still, some reassurance would’ve been nice.

Anytime she’d talk to Hen and Athena about it, they’d share a look before saying that it’s just Buck’s personality. He’s a flirty guy. But that he’s never been as committed to someone as he is to her. That was always nice to hear. Even Chimney and Bobby found small ways to tell her that she has nothing to worry about.

That’s why it stung so much to walk into her apartment, one that she asked Buck to move into to get him out of Abby’s, only to find him and Taylor naked on her couch.

Her entire world crashed down around her that night. Neither of them seemed to even hear her walk in as they were still mid action and didn’t look like they were stopping anytime soon.

Y/N being as quick witted as she is, snapped a photo of their dalliance before spinning on her heel and slamming the door behind her. Anger, hurt, frustration, grief, any emotion someone could think of, she felt it that night. As soon as she got in her car, tears started flowing freely down her face. She had no idea what she was going to do with that photo. Some part of her just knew she needed proof, a reminder of what she just saw. Because she knows as soon as Buck comes crawling back to apologize, she’d forgive him in an instant.

That’s why she picked staying in her car for the night over going back there. Even though it’s her apartment, her safe space, she couldn’t bear going back. Not right now at least. Every single call he made went without an answer, all the texts, emails, all of it. She didn’t even bother to read.

Sleep didn’t come easy for the poor woman. In fact, it didn’t come at all. She simply stared out her front window, arms crossed as she buried herself deeper into her hoodie. So when the sun came out, Y/N couldn’t have been more relieved. Work was the one place where she wouldn’t have to confront this. Maintaining professionalism is of the utmost importance to her, so for the next twelve hours, she can shove all of these issues to the side.

Y/N walked into the 118 station that morning with an air of quiet fury. Her normally upbeat energy was replaced by a stiff, almost mechanical demeanor. The shift in her mood was impossible to miss. Her jaw was set, her eyes distant, and the usual lightness in her step was gone, replaced by rigid, purposeful movements. She walked past the common area without so much as a word, heading straight to the locker room to stow her gear.

The station was never completely quiet, but as Y/N entered, it felt like the atmosphere shifted, as though everyone unconsciously held their breath. Bobby was the first to notice her as she passed by his office.

“Morning, Y/N,” he greeted her, his usual warm smile in place. But Y/N, normally quick with a bright ‘Good morning,’ barely glanced his way.

“Hey, Cap,” she muttered, not slowing her pace. Her voice was flat, a stark contrast to her usual chipper tone.

Bobby frowned, watching her as she moved further into the station. He’d been a captain long enough to know when one of his firefighters was struggling with something, and Y/N’s behavior set off alarm bells in his mind. She wasn’t being rude—she was too professional for that—but her unusually short response made it clear something was off.

Y/N reached her locker, tugging it open with more force than necessary. Her hands moved quickly as she shoved her bag inside, not caring that it landed haphazardly. She was wound so tightly that every movement seemed deliberate, controlled, like she was holding back a flood of emotions threatening to escape.

Hen, who had been watching from the other side of the room, approached carefully. She knew Y/N well enough to see that something was seriously wrong. Normally, Y/N would joke about the early mornings or make some witty comment to lighten the mood, but today, she was all business.

“Hey, Y/N,” Hen said softly, leaning against the lockers beside her. “You okay?”

Y/N paused, her hands gripping the edge of her locker door for a moment before letting out a sharp exhale. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied curtly, closing the locker with a loud clang.

Hen didn’t buy it, and neither did the rest of the team, who were now quietly exchanging glances from across the room. Chimney, watching from the doorway, nudged Eddie.

“Something’s definitely up,” Chim whispered. “She doesn’t look like she’s slept.”

Eddie’s gaze was fixed on Y/N, his brows furrowed in concern. She was usually the first to crack a joke, the one to bring energy into the room, but today, her whole demeanor was different. She was stiff, guarded, and Eddie could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she was holding herself together with an almost frightening precision.

“Y/N,” Eddie called out softly as he approached. “You sure you’re okay?”

Y/N glanced at him briefly before looking away, her lips pressed into a thin line. She appreciated the concern, but she didn’t want to get into it—not here, not now. “I’m fine, Eddie,” she said, her voice clipped but not harsh.

Eddie didn’t push, though his eyes stayed on her, worry etched in every line of his face. He knew Y/N well enough to know that ‘fine’ wasn’t fine at all.

As Y/N moved through the rest of her morning routine, the tension around her only grew. Her movements were brisk, efficient, but there was a hardness to her that wasn’t normally there. She didn’t engage in small talk, didn’t banter with the team like usual. The shift in her behavior was like a cloud hanging over the station, and everyone could feel it.

Then Buck walked in, his entrance loud and hurried, as though he was already feeling the weight of the guilt on his shoulders. He looked disheveled, like he hadn’t slept, and his eyes immediately locked onto Y/N.

Her entire body tensed the moment he entered. She could feel his presence without even looking at him, the air between them thick with unresolved tension. She didn’t want to deal with this right now—especially not at work. But Buck, clearly desperate to make things right, approached her anyway.

“Y/N, can we talk? Please?” Buck’s voice was quiet but urgent as he moved toward her.

Y/N stiffened even more, her back straightening as she turned to face him. Her eyes were cold, and her lips pressed into a tight, thin line. “Now’s not the time or place, Evan.”

He flinches at the cold use of his first name, “Please, Y/N, I just… I need to explain,” he said, his voice cracking slightly as he took another step closer.

Y/N tenses, her grip tightening around the locker door. She swallows hard, mortified that he’s bringing this up here, in front of everyone. She glances around and sees Chimney and Eddie looking at Buck with something akin to disgust. Hen’s brow is furrowed in confusion, and even Bobby has stopped pretending to read the morning paper.

Y/N hesitated, hating that he’s cornering her in the only other place she thought she’d be safe. The woman was trying so hard to stay professional, but he wasn’t making it easy. She could feel the eyes of everyone in the station on her, and the last thing she wanted was to make a scene.

“Fine,” she muttered through gritted teeth, motioning for him to follow her to a quieter corner of the station.

Once they were away from the rest of the team, Buck wasted no time. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

Y/N’s eyes flashed with anger, her composure slipping just a little. “You didn’t mean for it to happen?” she repeated, her voice low and dangerous. “You’re telling me you just accidentally ended up screwing Taylor on my couch?”

Buck winced at her words, his guilt written all over his face. “I—I wasn’t thinking. I was confused.”

“Confused?” Y/N’s voice was sharper now, her anger bubbling to the surface. “That’s your excuse? You didn’t know what you were doing?”

“I was in a bad headspace, Y/N. It just—” Buck struggled for words, clearly not understanding how badly he was making things. “It didn’t mean anything. You and me, we’re the real thing. That with Taylor… it was just a mistake.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, disbelief and fury warring in her chest. “A mistake?” she echoed, her voice trembling with the effort of holding back her rage. “No,” she scoffs. “No. No, a mistake is when you lose your keys. What you did was make a blatant choice without thinking of the consequences.”

Buck’s face flushed, and he shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this. Please, I can’t lose you.”

“You should’ve thought about that before you cheated on me!” Y/N snapped, her voice rising. The anger she had been holding back all morning finally erupted, spilling out into the open. Her words echoed through the station, drawing the attention of everyone around them.

Buck’s face paled as he realized the entire team had heard her outburst. He looked around, embarrassment flooding him, but Y/N didn’t care. She was too angry, too hurt to worry about how this looked.

“Y/N—”

“No, Buck!” she yelled, her hands trembling as she tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. “You don’t get to do this! You don’t get to stand here and pretend like it didn’t mean anything. You cheated on me. You lied to me. And now you want me to just… what? Forgive you because it didn’t ‘mean anything’?” She shakes her head, failing at stopping herself from making the situation worse. “You try to act like you’ve changed, but you’re still the same freakin’ playboy who had sex with every girl who paid him the slightest bit of attention.”

The station was dead silent. The rest of the team, though trying not to stare, couldn’t help but listen to every word.

Buck’s mouth opened and closed as he struggled for a response, but nothing came out. The weight of Y/N’s words seemed to hit him all at once, and the guilt that had been simmering beneath the surface came crashing down on him.

Before Buck could say anything else, Y/N shook her head, her voice breaking. “I can’t do this anymore. I– I just– I can’t. We’re done.”

And with that, she turned on her heel and walked away, her heart pounding, her face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

The silence in the station hung heavy until Hen was the first to break it, her voice firm. “What the hell, Buck?”

Chimney sighed, his disappointment evident. “You messed up, man. You don’t do that to someone like Y/N.”

Bobby, usually the voice of reason, stepped in, his tone stern. “You need to figure out how you’re going to make this right. But more importantly, you need to take responsibility for your actions, Buck. This wasn’t just a mistake. It’s a breach of trust. We don’t do things like that to each other.”

Buck looked around, his face pale as he realized just how badly he had screwed up. But it was Eddie who delivered the harshest blow. He stepped forward, his eyes blazing with barely concealed anger.

“You had something good, Buck,” Eddie said, his voice low but full of emotion. “And you threw it away. She deserved better than that. Better than you.”

Buck’s face fell, the weight of Eddie’s words hitting him like a punch to the gut. Eddie never spoke like that—especially not to his friends—but this was different. This was Y/N. And Eddie wasn’t just mad—he was furious.

As Buck stood there, looking like the ground had been ripped out from under him, Eddie turned on his heel and followed Y/N outside. He found her pacing near one of the firetrucks, her hands shaking as she tried to calm herself down.

“Y/N,” Eddie called out softly.

She paused, glancing up at him, her eyes red and glassy. “I’m fine,” she muttered, though it was clear she wasn’t. She won’t let any actual tears fall. Not here. Not at work. She can’t lose it.

Eddie sighs before taking a gentle step forward. He stops her pacing by grabbing her hands as delicately as possible. He can feel the furious energy buzzing through her skin. It’s a rage similar to his own. As he looks into her gorgeous (e/c) eyes, his anger morphs into pain. His heart aches at how broken she looks. She trusted Buck with every fiber of her being and he took it for granted. He took her for granted. How could he throw away such a beautiful soul?

“No, mariposa, you’re not,” he shakes his head. His deep chocolate gaze makes her shoulders slump. Her tense posture falls, knowing that there’s no point in lying to him. For whatever reason, Eddie has always been able to read her like an open book. She couldn’t keep secrets with him. He knew them before she even knew herself. “Everything that happened in there… that’s not fine. So please, don’t pretend with me.”

Y/N finally forced herself to open up. She exhales shakily, blowing a big puff of air out as she laughs brokenly. A small sniffle escapes her, “It just… hurts, y’know? I mean, I kinda picked up on something weird with them, but I thought I was just being paranoid,” she looks back down at her boot-clad feet. “I try not to be jealous, I feel like it makes me look crazy. But… I guess I should’ve trusted my gut.” She sends a halfhearted glare over at Buck who’s still standing in the middle of the fire station, trying to avoid everyone’s wrath. “I’m such an idiot.”

“Hey,” Eddie stops her, a serious look on his face. He moves one hand to cup her chin, forcing her to look back at him. “You are not the idiot in this situation. He is,” he nods in Buck’s direction. “He didn’t see the amazing woman he had right in front of him. He’s the biggest damn idiot in the world for losing you.”

Y/N feels like she can let her walls crumble around Eddie. There’s something about the way his strong presence grounds her, silently reassuring her that he’s there, that he’s supporting her. She relaxes into his soft touch, “I just… I don’t know what I’m gonna do now. I mean, he lives with me.”

Eddie hesitates for a moment before pulling her fully into him, wrapping his arms around her as she rests her head on his chest. “Well, the best answer I can give you is that you continue being you. And trust me, there’s someone out there who’s going to see how incredible you are and never take it for granted. Someone who would treat you like the gem you are.” He pauses before planting a soft kiss on her forehead, “And if you want, you can always stay with Chris and I until he gets all of his stuff cleared out.”

Y/N looks up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I think I might take you up on that.” She swallows, trying to keep herself together. “But… what if I don’t want to go through all of that again? Maybe I’m not meant to find anyone else. What if I’m just…done with relationships?”

Eddie’s expression softened even further. He knew how hard this was for her, and part of him hated seeing her in so much pain, especially because of someone like Buck. But he also knew she was stronger than she gave herself credit for. “You’re not done, Y/N. You’re just hurt right now. But you’ll heal, and when you’re ready, you’ll move on. And when that happens, you’ll find someone who’s going to love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

Y/N searched his face for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. There was something in the way Eddie was looking at her—something she hadn’t noticed before. A tenderness, an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

She blinked, trying to shake off the feeling. Now wasn’t the time. “Thanks, Eddie,” she whispered, her voice shaky but sincere.

He gave her a small smile, his hand lingering near hers for just a moment longer before he stepped back. “Anytime.”

They stood in silence for a few moments, the air between them charged with something unspoken. Eddie wanted to tell her that he was there for her in more ways than just friendship, but he knew this wasn’t the right moment. Y/N had just been through hell, and she needed space to heal.

But he also knew that if she ever needed him—really needed him—he’d be there without hesitation.

Before Y/N could respond, the station doors opened, and Hen walked out, giving them both a look. “Everything alright out here?”

Y/N straightened up, wiping her face quickly and nodding. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Hen gave her a knowing look but didn’t push. “Alright. We’re heading out for a call in a few minutes, so just wanted to make sure you were ready.”

Y/N took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for the day ahead. “I’m ready,” she said, her voice more steady now.

Hen nodded and headed back inside, leaving Y/N and Eddie standing there in the quiet. Eddie looked at her one last time, his eyes filled with a silent promise. “You’ve got this.”

Y/N nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yeah. I’ve got this.”

As they walked back inside together, the weight of the day ahead still heavy on Y/N’s shoulders, she knew that it was going to take time to fully heal. But with Eddie by her side and the support of the rest of her team, she knew she wasn’t facing it alone.

And as for Buck? She wasn’t sure what the future held, but one thing was clear: she deserved better than what he had given her. And one day, she’d find it. But for now, she’d focus on what she did best—being a damn good firefighter and an even better person.

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Working a twelve hour shift on absolutely no sleep had to have been the worst decision Y/N could have made. It’s not that she isn’t capable of doing her job, it’s just her emotions were already on overdrive after seeing Buck, but now that exhaustion is kicking in, it’s not good for anyone.

She pulls the hair tie out of her hair as she grabs the remaining items from her locker. Her eyes travel over to Eddie who is already waiting by the entrance of the firehouse for her. He sends her a small smile and she returns it, a small flutter in her chest catching her off guard. Y/N internally scolds herself for staring too long. She’s always found Eddie attractive, but she just got out of a relationship with Buck. Now is not the time to be casting ogling glances to Eddie.

She slings her bag over her shoulder before heading out of the locker room. Thankfully, she has enough clothes in her bag for the next few days to bring to Eddie’s so she doesn’t have to go back home. She bids a proper goodbye to everyone, narrowly avoiding Buck who just walked out of the showers. He looks like a wounded puppy when he watches Y/N walk away.

He walks away dejectedly, trying to avoid the angry stares from the rest of the team. Y/N feels a certain level of safety as she continues growing closer to the Diaz man. To her dismay though, someone felt the need to disrupt her journey.

Taylor.

“Y/N, can I speak with you for a moment?” She asks, tilting her head in a way that makes Y/N clench her jaw.

“I don’t really think that’s a good idea,” Y/N replies smoothly.

Taylor persists, “I’m just asking for a second of your time.”

“To interview me professionally or to try and explain why you were butt ass naked on my couch?” Y/N raises a confrontational eyebrow, yet her tone remains collected. Taylor purses her lips, trying to fight off her own embarrassment as more people in the firehouse look over to them. Eddie takes a few steps closer, getting ready to intervene if needed.

“Look, you have every right to be angry–”

“Oh, I know,” Y/N nods, crossing her arms. “I don’t need your permission or you to tell me I have the right to do anything.”

Taylor sucks in a deep breath, clearly getting impatient. “I just think that maybe you’re being too hard on Buck. He really was in a rough place. I think you owe it to him to hear him out.”

“Really?” Y/N lets out a humorless laugh. “I owe him? Oh sweetheart, I don’t owe anyone anything,” she shakes her head, taking a step forward with a condescending smile. “He made his bed, or in this case, the couch, so now he can lay in it,” she shrugs nonchalantly. Y/N looks Taylor up and down before scoffing, “You two deserve each other…” she grumbles before shoulder checking the journalist and finishing her journey over to Eddie.

He watches her with an impressed look on his face, “How’d that feel?” He asks with a small grin.

“So good,” Y/N breathes out with a victorious sighs. “If I could’ve punched her without getting fired, I would have.”

Eddie chuckles, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as he walks her out of the firehouse. “You’re too professional for that.”

“Yeah… I suppose,” Y/N leans into his side.

“Hey, why don’t you ride home with me?” Eddie suggests. “Since you’re staying at my place, we could just carpool in the morning.”

“I can’t just leave my car here,” Y/N says logically.

“You can get it tomorrow,” he brushes off, guiding her over to his vehicle. “C’mon… it’ll be fun. I’ll let you play Hamilton on the way,” he grins, knowing that’ll get her to say yes.

Y/N sighs reluctantly but ultimately ends up hightailing it towards Eddie’s car. It makes her flush at the thought that he pays that much attention to her and the things she likes. She loves musicals and everything related to theatre. It’s a guilty pleasure she’s had since middle school.

The moment they walked into Eddie's house, Christopher came sprinting toward them, his excitement contagious.

“Y/N!” he called, throwing his arms around her waist. “Are you staying over?”

“For a little while,” Y/N said, ruffling his hair. “Think you can put up with me?”

Christopher grinned. “Only if we make cookies.”

Y/N looked at Eddie, raising a brow. “That okay with you, Chef Diaz?”

Eddie smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. “I guess I can allow it. But don’t think you’re getting out of clean-up duty.”

Christopher grabbed Y/N’s hand, dragging her toward the kitchen. “C’mon! I already know where the chocolate chips are!”

Eddie followed, shaking his head with amusement as he grabbed an apron. “You’ve got him wrapped around your finger,” he teased.

“Oh, please. He’s the boss around here,” Y/N shot back, tying her own apron and bumping Eddie lightly with her hip.

As they worked, the kitchen buzzed with laughter and lighthearted banter. Y/N and Eddie stood shoulder-to-shoulder at the counter while Christopher focused on cracking eggs without shell casualties. Y/N nudged Eddie when she caught him sneaking a handful of chocolate chips.

“You’re supposed to bake with those,” she said, trying to snatch the bag away.

“You’re the one who ate half the dough at the station,” Eddie countered, leaning closer with a playful smirk. “Hypocrite much?”

“Someone had to test it for poison,” she shot back, their faces just inches apart. She realized too late how close they were, her breath catching at the warmth in his eyes.

Eddie cleared his throat, stepping back as he tossed the chips into the mixing bowl. “Poison control. Got it,” he said, his voice quieter now.

Christopher’s cheerful commentary broke the moment, and Y/N refocused, though her heart raced.

Later, as the cookies baked, the three of them sprawled on the couch with mugs of milk and plates of their handiwork. They watched Moana, singing along at Christopher’s insistence, and Y/N felt herself sink into the comfort of it all—a fleeting glimpse of a life she hadn’t realized she wanted.

By the time Christopher went to bed, yawning through his goodnight hug, Y/N felt exhaustion settle over her. Eddie walked back into the living room with a blanket slung over his shoulder.

“You take my bed,” he offered, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I’ll take the couch.”

“Eddie,” Y/N protested, “don’t be ridiculous. I can sleep out here.”

“I wasn’t asking,” he said with a crooked grin, tossing the blanket onto the couch.

She hesitated, looking up at him. “I mean… we could just share. Your bed’s big enough, right?”

Eddie froze for a beat, his brows lifting. “You’re serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Y/N shrugged, trying to sound casual, though her cheeks burned.

He exhaled and nodded. “Alright, but if you snore, I’m kicking you out.”

Later, lying side by side in the quiet of Eddie’s room, Y/N broke the silence. “I thought Buck was the one,” she admits quietly, her eyes falling as she thinks about everything that’s transpired in the past twenty-four hours. “And, y’know, maybe he was… for a while.” She turned her head, meeting Eddie’s steady gaze in the dim light. “But I’d be lying Eddie if I said I never thought about you,” her voices comes out in a whisper, almost like she’s scared of how he’ll react.

Eddie didn’t answer right away, his expression softening. Then, before she could second-guess herself, he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and unguarded, carrying loads of unspoken feelings. When his hand slid to her waist and she deepened the kiss, Eddie pulled back suddenly, resting his forehead against hers.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice rough. “I can’t… I don’t want to take advantage of you. Not after everything with Buck.”

She nodded, her chest tightening with a mix of disappointment and admiration. “You’re a good man, Eddie.”

He smiled faintly. “I’m trying to be.” A small chuckle leaves his lips, “Believe me, it’s not easy. Not with you here, like this,” he gestures to the closeness between them. “I’ve thought about this more than I’d like to admit. Probably an embarrassing amount of times. And while I would love to continue what just happened, I can’t do that to you. Not when your heart just got broken.”

Y/N reaches over to cup his cheek, “Then maybe you can help me figure out how to fix it.”

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Over the next few weeks, their connection only grew stronger.

At the station, Eddie would appear beside her with coffee, their hands brushing in ways that felt intentional. Y/N’s laugh came more easily around him, and the team couldn’t help but notice. Hen caught Eddie sneaking glances more than once, and Chimney started placing bets with Bobby about when Eddie would make his move.

At Eddie’s house, Christopher treated Y/N like part of the family. She helped him with homework, played board games, and joined them for Sunday dinners. Eddie would lean against the doorway, watching them, his heart full.

Things finally felt good for Y/N. Like every single piece of her life fit perfectly. She was getting over Buck while still getting along well with the team. She’s been spending a lot of amazing time with Eddie and Chris. She absolutely loves the little boy. It’s like being apart of them and their routine was that little spark she was missing before.

One evening, after dropping Christopher off at a friend’s house, Eddie finally asked her out. “Y/N,” he began, his voice tinged with nervousness. “What would you say if I wanted to take you out for real? Like a date.”

Y/N smiled, her heart soaring. “I’d say it’s about time.”

Their first date was simple: dinner at a small Mexican restaurant Eddie loved, followed by a walk under the stars. They talked for hours, and when Eddie kissed her goodnight, it was everything she’d been waiting for.

Back at the station, their relationship became the team’s favorite topic. Hen teased them mercilessly, and even Chim couldn’t resist joining in. Buck, though initially uncomfortable, eventually came around, admitting that Eddie made Y/N happy in a way he hadn’t.

For the first time in a long time, Y/N felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be—with Eddie, with Christopher, with a future that finally felt whole.

#911 imagine #evan buckley #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz #station 118 #bobby nash #athena grant #hen wilson #chimney han #taylor kelly #christopher diaz #angst with a happy ending #female reader #911 abc

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Bedside Manner

for @acasualcrossfade request for "the infection has spread"

"Some birdie told me that you have been causing a fuss, Wayne, is that true?"

Wayne huffs from his hospital bed, glasses sliding down his nose. He places the newspaper he was reading on the table beside him. "You tell that Robbie of yours to stop exaggerating. It was only a small request."

Steve raises his eyebrows at his favorite patient (Dustin tells him he isn't supposed to have favorites, but he also used to cry anytime he picked up Max before him when they were younger, so what does he know) and gives him a knowing look. "Robin listens to no man, Wayne, you know this. You're better off sending that message through her wife. Besides, small? She was telling me you refused to have any other nurse help you because I wasn't here last night. Which surprised me since you are always pushing me on about taking a vacation. "

Wayne opens his mouth, but Steve presses on. "And the fact Robin was even in the room means they called a psych consult, so I can only imagine how bad it was."

Wayne grumbles like a little kid being scolded for getting his hands caught in the cookie jar. "Yea, well, it was a bad night, kid."

Steve feels his shoulders sag, he takes off his glasses and rubs a hand down his face before placing them back on. "Sorry, Wayne, I had a bad migraine last night. Nance and Robs wouldn't even let me pass the entrance. Bad news?"

"Kid, don't stress yourself out over me. I'm just your patient, and more so, I am just a cranky old man." Wayne patted Steve's knee as he sat down next to him.

"C'mon, Wayne. You're more than that. I'd like to think seeing you in and out of here the last year has made us friends. Although I gotta say, you're the only friend I have that I'll be glad if I don't get to see again, given the circumstances. So, what's the news?"

"The infection has spread."

Steve takes in a deep breath, he tries not to panic, but any infection in a hospital can be deadly, especially for a cancer patient like Wayne. "Incision site?"

Steve must not be as good at hiding his emotions as he used to be because Wayne jumps to ease his worry. "No, kid, don't worry. The surgery was a success. Just got that hospital fever, the good old bronchitis. But it just means I'm here longer than I have to. It also means my nephew is on edge, and I don't know if I can take a second longer of his hovering."

Steve laughed wetly, thankful for the topic change. "Ah yes, the mysterious nephew of yours that I've never met. The way you talk about him almost tempts me into switching to the day shift, sounds like he might be entertaining. But only almost."

"Always wondered why you were always working the nights, most of the others seem to switch. Not a big fan of the day?"

Steve shakes his head gently, "No, I like the quiet here at night. Like getting to know the patients without having to worry about fixing ten million things. Don't get me wrong, it has its downfalls. Like the doctors can be horrible at night, never tell Dr. Wheeler that or Robbie will kill me, and the food is awful. But there is something special about it here at night. So sorry, your ridiculous nephew isn't enough to tempt me."

Wayne smirked, "What if I told you he was a looker and single?"

Steve blushes slightly. He is used to patients trying to pawn him off to their relatives, it came with being a young male nurse, but typically it didn't phase him. But Steve has become close with Wayne, so hearing him suggest he get together with his nephew has him flustered. "I'm good, Wayne, thanks. Gave up on the dating scene a while ago. Not many people can keep up with a guy who works nights and suffers from severe head trauma."

"Shame, Eddie likes the nights too. I'd reckon yal would get along."

"I'm pretty sure we would need more than that, Wayne."

Wayne smiles fondly at Steve. "You don't need a whole lot to build a connection, son. Me and Linda, god rest her soul, only started dating for our mutual love of mugs. And we may not have had long together, but our love was strong. Besides, there is more yal would have in common than just the night shift."

Steve huffs a laugh, "Oh yea, like what?" The least he can do is humor the man.

"Well, you both care about me deeply."

Steve blushes again, "C'mon, Wayne. I'm your nurse. I'm kinda paid to care."

Wayne won't hear any of it, "No, son, it's more than that. You take your break in here every night. You make sure to record the game at home for me because they only have the news here. And last night, you tried to come in with a migraine, even though we both know I am the only patient you can stand right now."

Steve doesn't know what to say back. Wayne is right, of course. Steve has been spending all of his time with the man, giving him extra care. Steve isn't bad with his other patients, he goes above and beyond most of his coworkers, but there is something special about Wayne.

"You got nothing, kid, you know I'm right. Remind me a lot of my nephew. Before visiting hours ended is when I got the news of having to stay longer. Kid almost threw a fit when they kicked him out. Swore he was gonna break in to stay the night with me. I told him not to worry since you would be there, I brag about you too, ya know. When he found out today you weren't here, that boy threw a fit again. Swear he gets his tantrums from his father. Said he was gonna sneak back in tonight. Make sure I had company. That 'the man' couldn't stop him. That if he ran into you, he was gonna have a word with you."

Steve can't help the snort that shakes his body, "I'd like to see him get passed Hop first."

Wayne starts to chuckle, too, "Eds may have had his fair share of escaping the law, but no man moves as fast as Jim in a security uniform."

Steve is fully laughing now, "I know, right? It's like those pants make him aerodynamic or something. No way your nephew is getting by."

It is almost as if Steve's words summon what happens next. There in the doorway is the most gorgeous man he's ever seen, even though he is bent over and out of breath.

"Eds?" Wayne questions, clearly surprised. Steve has to mask his face and quickly before Wayne catches him ogling his nephew. Steve is finding it difficult, though. The man, Eddie, despite his out-of-breath appearance, is stunning. His long curly hair is thrown up in a bun, showing off the piercings up his ears. His clothes are simple but suiting, ripped jeans and a black band tee. Tattoos cover his entire body, and Steve wants to ask about every single one of them.

The most surprising thing about him isn't that he got by Hop (although he has questions for that later), no the most surprising thing to Steve is that Wayne somehow knew his exact type, which most people assume wrong in that department.

Eddie awakens an old craving inside Steve that he thought he had buried long ago.

"Wayne, you would not believe what I just went to get up here. The story I have for you, oh boy. You're gonna love it. Who knew security guards could move that fast. Anyway, I hope that nurse boy of yours is here tonight because I am ready to—" Eddie stops mid-rant when his eyes land on Steve, a lovely blush blossoming across his pale cheeks.

"I believe what you are trying to say is, what was it, Wayne? Oh yea, 'have a word with me,'" Steve laughs softly.

Eddie sputters, "Wayne!?!" His blushing becomes deeper as the seconds pass by.

Wayne just chuckles as Steve stands. "Don't be mad at your Uncle, I think he was just trying to make me feel better. I am sorry I wasn't here last night for the news. Got my head knocked around too much as a kid—" Steve taps his head with his knuckles, "—so I suffer from migraines sometimes. I really did try to come in, but well—you met Jim. He's pretty fast." Steve worries his lip. Eddie's eyes follow.

"Well, I can't be too mad now, can I?" Eddie swallows nervously before a smirk spreads across his face, switching from shy to confident in two seconds flat. Steve shouldn't be turned on by that. "The pretty face helps too. I'm pretty sure you could convince me to give you my kidney right about now. I'm Eddie, which I know you know by now, and you are...?"

Steve puts his hand out for a shake, "Nurse Harrington. But most people call me Steve."

Eddie grabs his hand gently and brings the back of it to his lips. "Stevie, a pleasure, really." A light kiss is placed on Steve's knuckles. Stevie, he thinks. That's a new one. And he isn't mad about it, at all. In fact, the butterflies in his stomach want him to get Eddie to say it again.

Steve catches Wayne's smug face in the corner of his eye as Steve begins to blush again.

"I'm just gonna—I'll be right back." Steve stutters.

"Leaving so soon?" Eddie says disappointed.

Steve has the sudden urge to fix the frown on his face. "No, no! Just, uh, gonna call Jim and tell him not to send out a search party. That it's okay if you stay. I'll keep an eye on you."

Eddie's face breaks out into a brilliant smile, "Really, Stevie? You gonna keep me around?"

Steve's heart skips a beat, "If I can help it."

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