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1987 - Eddie Munson

My take on Eddie surviving and every month of the first year of him living the life he deserved.

Warnings: Minors DNI. Female reader. Gets a lil 18+ a few times. There's smut in two of the months. I guess this is angsty? depending on how you measure angst lmao. This is basically just disgustingly domestic and fluffy shit because I think Eddie deserved it. Mention of babies and marriage. Smoking is mentioned like every month lmao. Mentions of anxiety/not feeling loved.

I know the last few months are a bit short and the last month is a throwback and this wasn't proofread but don't even worry about that.. anyway I really really liked writing this, I hope someone enjoys reading it!

word count: 5.8k

January 1987. Cold, rain hitting the windows creating the perfect soundtrack to the day. Eddie, unpacking boxes on the other side of the room. A cigarette between his lips as he rummaged through his belongings. She watched, her eyes skimming over the scars on his arms.

“You’re too young.” Her mothers voice replayed in her mind as she surveyed the contents of their new apartment. Wayne had been supportive. As always. He had even helped them move, helped them pack and hugged them both tightly before they left. Reminding them to call. The two of them had planned for months on how to tell everyone that they were packing up and leaving Hawkins behind for good. In the end, they hadn't told anyone else. They wouldn’t have understood. Perhaps rude of them, practically running away from their friends and their lives. Eddie was effervescent. Bouncing around the apartment and planning how they were going to decorate. Stacking books, talking about how he was going to put those shelves up- he just needed to read the instructions. The freedom and change of scenery already affected him. He was excited, something she hadn’t seen for months.

He had even taken to putting out her scented candles for her, lighting multiple of them at the same time.

“You can’t do that, Ed’s.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because they’re different scents! They’re all unique. You can’t light multiple different ones at the same time.”

Laughter between them, for the first time in a while. Time had frozen after the incident and Eddie’s time in hospital. He was so different now. Her wonderfully moody and brooding highschool boyfriend was prancing around their own apartment, in a brand new city, lighting candles, stacking books and playing his records as loud as he liked. Such a change from how his entire life had been up until this point.

February. Sitting on the couch, him sitting between her legs on the floor, guitar in his hands and her fingers in his hair. He paused his fingers, turning to look out the window. Sighing at the feeling of her nails on his scalp.

“Fuck. This is crazy.” He mumbled. “We're like sophisticated adults now. We have a couch and a bed frame and shit.”

They had just bought one. Their first month spent sleeping on a mattress on the floor, reminiscent of all their years spent in Eddie’s trailer park bedroom. She smiles as he continues to list things; We have jobs and pay bills and stuff. We may as well have a baby and a dog.

They had been a strange couple at school. Fire and water. Who would have thought they would be here right now. Sitting on their own couch talking about babies and paying bills.

“I would prefer a cat.” She answered. “Also we need a TV.”

“Yeah. We can go look at TV’s tomorrow. I need a car as well.”

She just hummed in response, absentmindedly braiding his hair. He turned to look at her expectantly.

“What?” She laughed, searching his big brown eyes.

“What about the baby thing?” He asked, quietly. Almost as if he was ashamed. “Would you want that?”

“Sure. One day.” She didn’t hesitate. Of course she had thought about it. Thinking about a little baby with Eddie’s eyes made her heart feel like it was seconds away from being ripped out of her chest. Those dark eyes now fixed on hers. Slow movements his acoustic guitar now placed gently on the floor in front of him. A conflicted look on his face, as if he wanted to say something. Her fingers reach for his flushed cheeks - encouraging.

A low murmur, “We should. One day.” Mimicking her words, he looks back towards the window. “I’d like that, I think.”

“You think?” She joked. He turned to her again, smiling this time.

“Maybe we should start off with that cat.” He spoke. Rising up off of the floor to climb on top of her on her couch. A smile against her lips. “And then we’ll get married. No wedding, just me and you and some rings.”

“And the cats. We need witnesses, I think.” She whispered, pulling away from his lips to kiss his cheekbone. He laughed loudly, pulling forwards to find her lips again.

“Yeah, and the cats. And then we’ll have a baby. If the cats survive.” He stood up suddenly, before she could question why the cats wouldn’t survive.

“Now, come on.” He held his hand out to her. “I wanna go test out the new bed frame.”

March. Cold air and the smell of cigarettes, which she usually woke up too. A routine. He likes to wake up and smoke, and he also likes to keep the window open all night. Typical Eddie things that she had lived with for years. How long he spent out on the small balcony depending on the mood he woke up in and how long he had slept, if he even slept at all. She watched him from the bed. His beauty is always devastating her, especially in the mornings. She never used to be able to watch him. He used to go out and sit on the porch when he lived in the trailer. She craved it now, just watching him doing normal things. Familiar things. She never took watchung him for granted, not anymore.

He loved having the balcony. His own escape, the sounds of the city. Sometimes he took his guitar out there. Sometimes he would just sit and stare. “Just thinking, baby.” She never asked what about. Sometimes he would write. Lyrics, she guessed. He never showed her what he was doing. She knew he missed his friends. His band, D&D. He spoke to them regularly, but she guessed phone calls were nowhere near the same as band practice and hellfire. Her heart broke for him, leaving Hawkins was the best thing for him. But he had left so much behind.

She usually never liked to disturb him out there. But this morning, he was watching her. Already anticipating her coming out to join him when he was her rise from the mattress and pull on one of his shirts. He knew she had noticed his low mood recently.

“Morning.” He smiled up at her. Beautiful, he thought. Always.

“Are you okay?” She asked. A new habit of hers. Always asking, always checking up on him.

“Yeah, I'm good.” He reached for the pack of cigarettes, holding it out to her offering her one. Passing her his lighter after she took one. Smoking - a habit she had picked up from him all those years ago in highschool. When they would skip classes to smoke together. An excuse to spend as much time together as possible as they hurtled towards an unknown future.

“Did I wake you?” He always asked.

“No.” She smiled, softly. Looking him over. He leaned forward, grasping the metal arms of the chair she had sat down on and pulling. A horrible squeak as he dragged her towards him, their knees touching.

“Fucking hell!” She giggled, “You didn’t wake me, but you’re gonna wake up the whole neighbourhood doing that.”

He laughed with her, putting his cigarette out and resting his hands on her knees, running them up to her thighs. Titling his head up to seek out her lips. His cold, hers warms. The taste of each other - so familiar now.

“I love you.” She whispered. Foreheads touching. Three words - he knew what she meant. I’m here. It’s going to be okay.

“I love you too.” He responds, and she knows what he’s saying. I know. Thank you.

He leans back. Caressing her cheek before standing up. “I’m hungry.” He announces. Changing the subject. But that’s okay. He would speak to her when he was ready. Sometimes it took a while, but he always did. She just had to wait. She stood with him, the cigarette still in her hand. Her arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him tightly. The sounds of the city and her skin on his - quieting his mind. He was loved.

April. Eddie hated nights like these. She was back in Hawkins. Family emergency, Eddie couldn’t go. Not if they wanted to be able to afford their rent this month, he had to keep working. It was almost 2am. She had been gone for two days, coming home tomorrow. He couldn’t sleep until he knew where she was. Until she was home. The shrill ringing of their phone interrupted his thoughts. He jumped up, practically running to the wall and answering with a “Babe?” Not thinking ahead at how embarrassing it would be if it wasn’t her on the other side.

“Hey, honey! Are you okay?” Her usual question. Kind of slurred this time - tiredness.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” Reassurance. “Are you? Where are you?”

“Back in my room.” She was staying at a hotel. She couldn’t cut staying with her mother.

“I can't wait to see you. I fucking miss you.” He mumbled.

“I’ve been gone for two days. Ed’s.” He could hear her smile. Could picture it on her face.

“So? Is there a time limit on how long you need to be gone before I'm allowed to miss you?”

“No. No, I miss you too.” She laughed on the other end. Fuck, he missed it. He gasped dramatically when she added: “I miss you more.”

“Impossible. Literally impossible. There is no universe where that’s possible.” He joked. “Legally, I'm allowed to miss you more because I'm here on my own. You’re surrounded by people.”

“Surrounded by people? My grieving family, who are already pissed at me for practically running away with you, aren't exactly great company Ed’s. I’m surprised that they even invited me.” She sighed. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you today.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked. If she had been in the same room as him, she would have seen him raise his eyebrows.

‘Not like that!” Just, you know, in general.” She giggled.

“Not like that? That’s a shame because I've been thinking about you like that.” His voice lowered. Just the way she liked. “My hand has been having a workout of its own.”

“Eddie! I’m-”

He cut her off with a “What are you wearing?”

“Eddie, it's late.” She was still laughing. He smiled.

“And? Did I miss the psa about appropriate times to dirty talk over the phone or something?”

“You can wait. I’ll give you what you want when I get home tomorrow.”

“Yeah? Whatever I want?”

“I never said that.” - More laughter. Something he couldn’t wait to share again in person.

May. The sun had gone down. Moon high in the sky. Stars scattered. She usually loves the night sky. Would drag Eddie out onto the balcony to watch the stars.

“What the fuck am i looking at? The stars? What are they doing? I’m not seeing anything.”

But right now, the stars, the moon, the sun and whatever else was up in the sky all felt aligned as she lay underneath him again. They didn’t get to see much of each other the day she came back. Eddie had to work and she was asleep by the time he got home. He didn’t have the heart to wake her up, never did. The blinds hadn’t even been pulled down, any neighbours that happen to look out their window late at night might just get an excellent view. Heated kisses. Eddie’s records. Cheap wine. Bottle discarded long ago. She was finally underneath him again, pressed against the cool sheets. Forgetting anything that existed outside the room. His torso pressed against hers, his cold fingers exploring the skin around her hips. Squeezing, feeling. A groan left his mouth as her nails dug into his jaw. Desperate sounds echoing from his mouth to hers.

“I missed you, baby.” He mumbles against her lips as her hands tangle in his hair, something she always complimented. Although he had many, many beautiful features. His hair seemed to be her favourite. The place her hands always retreated too, his stomach flutters as she tugs on it.

“You already said that.” Her mouth leaves his as she leans up to press her lips to the sensitive skin on his neck.

“I’m gonna say it a thousand times.” It was so easy for him to turn to putty in her hands. It always has been. She had always been able to make him melt like no one else ever could. She sighs against his warm skin as he runs his hands over the swell of her breast, pinching her nipples lightly between his fingers. Squeezing as his mouth searched for hers again.

Soon, he's kissing down her bare torso, clothes already discarded the moment they had reached the bottom of the wine bottle. He presses a kiss to her clothed cunt before pulling the garment down her legs, pressing kisses to her thighs.

“Fuck, you look so good.” He practically whines, planting hot, open mouth kisses to her thighs with every word. He runs his hands all over her thighs, squeezing and grazing. He sinks his teeth into her skin, smiling over the mark when a soft moan leaves her. “That’ll leave a mark.” He jokes.

“Ed’s, please.” She tries to reach for his hair, direct him to where she's needed him most for the past two days. Usually he would tease her. Whisper a “What? What do you need, baby?” He loved making her say it. Loved the way her skin would heat up as she whispered it. But this time, he blows lightly on her pussy, earning a shivering gasp. He holds her legs apart and hums softly before he dives in. He slides her legs over his shoulders so that he can use his thumbs to hold her lips apart. His warm, wet tongue working over her clit. She groans, his name breathlessly leaving her mouth. Her head digging into the pillow underneath it.

June. Eddie grumbled, slightly shaking his head. Her, trying to find the right angle. Using one hand to try and hold him still. “Stay still, idiot. You wanted this.”

“It’s in my eyes.” He mumbles. Their newest addition, a small orange tabby cat, sitting on Eddie’s lap. Making it even harder for him to move. He was shirtless, sweatpants on his hips - perched on one of their kitchen stools, and she stood behind him. Pair of scissors in hand. She let go of his head, jokingly calling him a baby and repeating for the hundredth time: Stay still.

“What the fuck is taking you so long? You’re only meant to be trimming it. You haven’t fucked it up have you?”

“It wouldn’t have taken this long if you just sat still.” Softly yanking this hair as she added the finishing touches. A dramatic ow leaving his lips. “Alright, I'm done. I’m done.”

She walks around to the front of him and he gazes up at her. His big brown eyes searched her face.

“How do I look?” He asks.

“Exactly the same as before,” She laughs, “Just a bit shorter.”

“Good.” He grumbles, “That’s exactly what I wanted.” He reaches for her as she places the scissors down. Pulling her between his legs and hugging her tight. His damp hair pressing into her shirt. The cat, still unnamed, jumps to the ground. Almost as if it was annoyed at its parents' affection, just like any other kid.

“Do you think this is a little too domestic?” He whispers. His head resting on her chest. Her fingers running through his curls.

“Ed’s, we've lived together for six months and we just adopted a cat. I don’t think we could get any more domestic. A haircut is nothing.” She smiles down at him. He feels his heart clench at the pure love he sees in her eyes.

“I never thought I would be like this, you know.”

“Like what?” She asks. Although, she thinks she knows. But she wants him to open up.

“This. Outside of hawkins. My own place, a job. Living with someone like you. Someone who..” He hesitates. Putting his head back down onto her chest. “Someone who loves me.”

She smiles tearily. He knew he was loved. Her, Wayne. But it had always been hard for him to acknowledge it. Especially out loud. “Damn, me cutting your hair made you all sappy like this?” She jokes. If they stayed on the subject too long he would close back up again. He would leave the room and go find something else to do and dwell on it. He said it, and that's all that matters. That he knows.

“Shut the fuck up.” He laughs, playfully pushing her away before pulling her back again. She cups his face, caressing his cheeks with her thumbs. A quick, soft kiss pressed to his warm lips. His arms tighten around her waist.

“I love you so much.” She whispers against his mouth.

“I know,” He whispers back, “I love you too.”

They kiss again. Silence filtering between them for a moment before Eddie straightens up. Pressing a kiss to her cheek before standing up and asking.

“Where the fuck did that cat go? He better not be eating something.”

July. 3am. Too warm. Eddie, still asleep soundly. The cat, that they had decided to literally name Kat after endless hours of arguments over names, curled up beside him. Eddie insisted that the K made a difference and would distract from the fact that they just couldn’t think of a name for their own child. Ridiculous. She likes watching him sleep, as creepy as it sounded. He looked peaceful. One of the only times his busy mind was shut off.

She tried to untangle from him without disturbing either of them. A twitch and a sigh from him. An identical sigh from Kat, snuggling closer to her dad as he moved. Both are still asleep. He hates sleeping alone, he always had. Back in Hawkins, in high school - she remembers him begging her to stay with him on school nights. Him watching her as she pulled her clothes back on, cigarette in his mouth. His hands outstretched. Come on baby, don’t leave me here all alone in this big ol’ trailer. Stay and cuddle. He never used to sleep much. When they had first met, he always showed up late to school looking tired. She even used to wait until he fell asleep before her - sometimes she still did. Especially after the incident. A brief image flashing in her mind as she got a glimpse of the scars on his shoulders.

In the kitchen, soft light floods the counters when she flicks the switch. Her fingers found a glass by the sink and filled it up. A pack of cigarettes on the counter catches her eye - picks that up too. Lighting it once it was between her lips. The lights flicker and buzz as she stares out the window. Her name being called quietly startles her. Eddie in the doorway, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand, he yawns.

“Are you alright?” He asks. His voice was deep with sleep. She figured since he was here, Kat wouldn't be far behind.

“Yeah.” She smiles, “Are you?”

He nods. As predicted, their furry orange child pads in and almost comically mimics Eddie in the doorway. Standing beside him and staring up at her in the same way he was.

“Come back.'' He says, holding out his hand. He just looks so cute, waiting for her to set the glass down and take his hand, that she does.

“It’s too hot to sleep.” She says, despite letting him drag her back to their bedroom.

“I can help you.” He mumbles. He made sure to push the window open fully and give the balcony door a small kick, swinging it open, before pulling her back down into the sheets and holding her close. Kat inevitably follows and tries to fit into the equation. It’s quiet for a bit. Nothing but breathing, purring and cars outside.

“Do you ever think about going back to Hawkins?” Her soft voice broke the silence. Eddie sighs in the darkness. He could tell something had been on her mind recently.

“No,” He answers flatly. “Why? Do you?”

“No.” She mumbles into his chest.

“Okay. So go back to sleep.” He rubs her back. Closing his eyes again, snapping them open when she asks. “I thought you were going to help me?” The smirk on her face was hidden by the early morning darkness in the bedroom.

“I won’t just help you,” He whispers, pinching her hip. “I’ll make you.”

“Come on, then.” All he needed to hear. He pulled away from her, lying flat on his back and patted his thighs. She took the hint and climbed to straddle him, giggling as he gripped her hips and let his other hand fly to the back of her head and pull her down for a kiss. Earning him a whimper against his pink lips and an ache between her legs. Half an hour later Kat had been shuffled out of the room and had the bedroom door closed in his face. Something they would apologise for later. But now - “God, Ed’s.” She cried softly, back arching off the mattress. Chests touched as he held himself up on top of her, thrusting into her slowly - teasingly. Her legs pinned against her chest by one of his hands, her hips propped up by a pillow underneath, her arousal dripping down onto the fitted sheet on the mattress, something she would be pissed about soon when she had to change them at 4 o’clock in the morning. His hand coming to wrap softly around her throat, something that kind of seemed so aggressive compared to how lovingly he was fucking her right now. He used his grip on her soft throat to bring her lips to his.

“Be a good girl and come around my cock, baby.” He whispered into her mouth. She was already close, he could feel her thighs shaking. His own reserve was breaking as well. The mixture of the early morning rush outside, their poor child meowing at the door and their shared moans echoed through the flat as the sun rose outside. They didn’t need Hawkins, she concluded.

August. Familiar, usual routine. Her being awoken by cigarette smoke drifting into the bedroom from the balcony. Eddie out there as usual, staring out into the city. She glanced at the clock, 11am. He had probably been awake for a while, had probably had a few out there already. He had told her once that he had started smoking at 11. That he would steal them from his dad and walk around town smoking them and selling them to his friends. She had started smoking when she met him. Something he ended up hating. When they were teenagers he thought it was fun, when she told him she wanted to try and he let her and now he had a smoking partner and someone to skip classes with.

After scooping up Eddie’s shirt from the floor and slipping it on she creeps out behind him. Reaching for the pack of cigarettes on his lap and ruffling his hair before sitting on her own seat. The empty mug on the table telling her he'd been up long enough.

“Were you up early?” She asks him, words muffled as she tries a few times to light the stick in her mouth.

“No,” He looked at her for the first time, “Bout’ two hours ago.” She notices his notebook on his lap. She hums in response.

“Didn’t make me one?” She jokes, pointing to the empty mug on the table.

“Didn’t wanna wake you.”

They had a weird night last night. A small argument breaking out between them. Eddie sleeping on the sofa and eventually comes to bed a few hours later, pulling her close and going to sleep without a word.

“I’m gonna get in the shower.” He says, standing up and picking up his mug. He watches her, hoping she’ll stop him. Hoping she will hold his hand and say we need to talk and then they’ll both apologise and he can kiss her and she’ll tell him that everything is okay. But he doesn’t. She gives him an ‘okay’ and takes another drag of her cigarette. He sighs and leaves.

Sometimes, Eddie feels like showers wash away negative feelings. He likes to get in the shower when things go wrong. A weird kind of escape from his creeping doubt. A locked door and the loud sound of water hitting the tiles seems to block everything else out. A way to forget the words he blurts out sometimes.

She sits on the balcony and listens. She hears the shower turn on, while he’s in there she listens to the city sounds, and she listens to him moving around the bedroom when the shower turns off. Both of them are horribly stubborn, she wonders who will break first. It ends up being him. By the time he’s out of the shower she’s in the kitchen making her own coffee. Using the same mug he had just washed. He comes up behind her and wraps her so tight in his arms she almost has to tell him to stop. He stands there for a moment, breathing. He whispers an ‘i’m sorry’ into her hair and she sighs. She wants to tell him he doesn’t have to be but he starts speaking before she can.

He tells about his dreams, or rather his nightmares. He tells her about the ghosts and the bats and the blood on his hands. About how he hears the way she screamed for him when she thought he was dead, how he hears it over and over again whenever he closes his eyes. She wants to tell him she understands and that she dreams too. That she sees him covered in bites and blood hears him screaming and sometimes it jolts her awake as well. But she lets him keep speaking. When he finishes, the hug in the kitchen. The smell of coffee and his shampoo. She tells him she loves him. He says I know. She finally tells him what he wanted to hear.

Everything is okay, Ed’s.

September. Eddie is on the floor, shirtless. Her on the bed. Their clothes are in two piles at the end and the side of the bed. Earlier activities, memories of impatient hands and lips. Both of them were slightly tired - afterglow. Purples and reds, marks on skin. Candles illuminating the room, dark on the streets. Kat is curled up on Eddie’s lap, his legs outstretched, as usual.

Eddie always looked beautiful in candle light. Something she had told him a million times, something he had laughed at a million times. Sap, He’d say.

He’s holding her ankle against his chest, her legs hanging off the bed. A sewing needle and some ink that he insisted was safe because he had done it before. An E being poked into the skin on her foot one dot at a time. He had done her initial on his hand a few days before using the same method. “Of course it's safe, my hand hasn’t fallen off yet, has it?”

He’s been at it for a few minutes now. Presses a kiss to her ankle and murmurs about almost being done.

“I’m getting bored.”

“So impatient.” He mumbled. A few more minutes of him poking at her with the needle he insisted was sterile because he had held it above his lighter for a few seconds, and he was done.

“There!” He said, proudly looking up at her. Holding her foot to the side so she could see it. Using his hand that had her initial just underneath his thumb to hold her foot so they could look at them together.

“Woah, they actually look really cool.” She said, smiling back at him.

“Hell yeah they do.” The look on his face was priceless, something so simple had made him so happy. Typical, familiar Eddie.

“Hurts like hell though.” She winced.

“Well yeah, duh.” He mumbled. One last kiss pressed to her ankle bone. “You want a drink?”

“I fuckin’ need one after that.”

“You know, I still haven’t heard a thank you or a well done.” He stopped to lean against the doorway, something stirring in him again looking at her lying back and watching him. Insatiable. “I just blessed you with my terrific craftsmanship and my terrific dick and you haven’t said a thing.”

“I think you were the one who was just blessed.” She joked, jumping up to follow him to the kitchen.

His next reply earned him a smack to the shoulder: “You’re right. Your pussy is heaven.”

October. Halloween. A favourite of hers. They had been at some party, her co workers girlfriends house or whatever. He hadn’t really been listening to anyone the whole night. Every conversation his eyes were on her. Across the room, making people laugh and smile, looking absolutely fucking gorgeous. He had tried to stop her from even leaving the house like that. Honey, we could just stay here. Have our own party. He had wanted her all to his fucking self all night, and now, he finally had her. Had her standing in front of him, digging through her purse for the key to the front door.

“Eddie, calm down.” She giggled as he licked her neck, his hands squeezing at her waist pulling her ass into his crotch.

“I’ve wanted you all night, baby.” He whispered into her ear as she finally stopped jiggling the door handle and pushed it open. He was still behind her, trying to use her hips to spin her round to face him.

“I think you need to go to bed.” She giggled. “You’re way more drunk than I am.”

“I’m fine.” He replied, proving himself wrong only moments later by yawning. Her eyebrows raised. “Fuck, ignore that. I’m fine. Come here.”

She’s looking over his face. Eyes holding his tired and slightly dilated ones. He looks amazing, she must admit. He’s wearing his typical, familiar Eddie outfit. His black leather jacket that made his lanky frame look incredible, a plain white t-shirt that had some kind of drink spilled down the front of it, his black skinny jeans that probably hadn;t been washed in months and his horribly dirty white reeboks. So Eddie. So familiar.

His flushed cheeks, his quiet giggles vibrating against her lips as he tried to kiss her again and again. Fingers tracing along his jaw. Warmth and love, flickering and swirling between them.

“I love you, Ed’s.” Her forehead to his. Noses brushing. Teeth catching her lower lip, a smile as the words echo back from his own mouth. He’s staring at her now. Realising.

“It will always be you.” He whispers. She looks confused. He continues, words slightly slurred. “For me. You, always.”

She smiles up at him. Another rush of kisses and declarations and she whispers, “C’mon, lets go to bed.” Fingers still brushing his jaw and face. He feels like he could cry.

November. 6am. Eddie is up, walking around the flat. His head, pain and pressure, had woken him up. The empty wine bottles they had shared last night still scattered on the kitchen counter. Dirty glasses had been thrown by the sink as they stumbled back to the bedroom just hours earlier.

Bathroom, digging through the cabinet and draws. Fuck, he thinks. No painkillers in sight. He’s tired. Her, still curled up in bed with the cat. He’s almost jealous, but she looks so pretty. All he wants to do is stick a pill in his head and go to sleep. But apparently, they’re out. Restless - he wanders back to the kitchen and downs a glass of water. Almost expecting it to magically cure him. People always acted like it did.

Another fight, the night before. “This isn’t just a fight. Eddie.” Her. Sitting on their bed in nothing but his shirt and a real cute pair of panties. Fuck, he was mad but he couldn’t look at her sitting there like that. Bare and exposed. Flaws and faults. A simple argument that had escalated into something worse. She almost felt like she was being scolded. Her sitting on the bed and him standing at the end of it. Pacing. Hands in his hair. Cigarettes being lit. He’s so beautiful. So beautiful that it was easy to forget his wrong doings. He’d been agitated lately, snapping at her. Out of character. He’d fucked her in the shower and she’d come out the bathroom and asked him if he was feeling alright and it had all kicked off. They’d argued about everything, the pills, his drinking, his job, her friends and hawkins. That one word that keeps coming up. The thing that won’t leave them alone. Hawkins.

The pills he’s been taking, for headaches he’d said. Her voice in his head: They’re too strong.

He left the bathroom with a sigh. He climbed into bed behind her, hesitating. She was awake now. Facing away from him, waiting. Feeling his strong arm wrap around her and a kiss being placed on her shoulder. His way of saying sorry when he couldn’t use his words. His way of telling her he wasn’t ready to get up and fight again. He just wanted to lay here, in the quiet for a bit. Rain on the windows, her breathing and Kat’s purring between them. Familiar. But for how long?

December 1984. High schoolers. Hawkins. Frost tinted air. Dark sky. The christmas tree she had insisted on putting up in his trailer sat in the corner, early morning sunlight wrapping around it. He and Wyane never usually bothered with one. All 3 of them had decorated it. Usual friday nights, spent together, waking up together. He watches her get ready to leave, a fascination he has with her – childlike admiration. Twisting around his room trying to find her belongings.

He’s restless. “Can’t you stay?”

“I have work, Ed’s.” She laughed. Turning to face him, the same skirt she wore to school yesterday and her bra. “Where did you throw my shirt?”

“Dunno.” He mumbles, a cigarette being lit in his mouth. She was watching him too. Naked under the sheets resting on his hips. Fuck, she needed to leave.

“Hm. I’ll take one of yours then.” Back to the t-shirt.

“You won’t need a job when I'm a big rockstar. When we leave here and live in a real big house.” He said, watching her slip on his shirt.

“Oh yeah?” She’s dressed now, slipping on her shoes at the bottom of his bed. “You gonna take care of me?”

“Always.”

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widowwebs · 3 years ago

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Cruel Little Vixen 1

Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Journalist!Reader

Enemies to Lovers (18+MDNI)

Summary: Lacking in magazine sales, your boss assigns you to follow the life of Lead Singer/Guitarist of Corroded Coffin ‘Francis The Freak’ a.k.a. Eddie Munson for a month to write an article that could potentially save the magazine. Eddie Munson wanted fame but didn’t know the consequences of this include pretending to be someone he’s not. When rumors begin to float around causing some notoriety for his reputation, his manager agrees to an exposé of his life to make him seem nicer to a broader audience much to Eddie’s chagrin. Now the two of you are set to make your time together a living hell.

A/N: So my side blog Usetheeauthor has been shadowbanned for about 3 days now. I’m currently working on getting that undone but until then will be posting some of my work here. This is a new story. It’s 8 parts maybe. It was meant to be a one shot smut but I love writing series so here we go!

Word Count: 5.0k+

Warnings: graphic language, violence, sexual content, sexual tension, misogyny, gross!eddie, perv!eddie, mean!eddie, mean!reader

Tonight was the night you’d put your disdain for him aside. You needed to remain professional if you were going to get through this article about ‘Francis The Freak’. Your job had assigned you the mission to spend an entire month with the rockstar gaining insight on his personal life as a means of bringing up sales for the magazine company. You hesitantly accepted the mission. Although you knew this could be your big break, you couldn’t possibly see yourself enjoying this time knowing the kind of person Eddie was now. Nonetheless, you took the challenge, attending the concert as your first assignment in diving into the life of the rockstar.

Your intentions for the article was to write the truth regardless of the ugliness of it. However, the group’s manager believed you’d write anything that would make Eddie Munson look good. As ‘Francis The Freak’, Eddie had a bad reputation because of his bad boy persona. He was rude, loud, messy, violent…pretty much everything people should hate but the crowd loved it. The backlash really came from the parents of his younger fans who feared the 80s rockstar dabbled in satanic worship. This obviously affected some album sales. So in hopes of showing his humane side, the manager agreed to the exposé. It’s a quid pro quo kind of situation. They get the album sales, your company gets more magazine sales.

The metal band begins to play it’s first song, “Cruel Little Vixen” and the crowd immediately goes wild.

“Stay away from her, She’s a disaster. Rips your heart out then eats it for supper. She has no fucking desire to fit in. Watch for her fangs, She’s a cruel little vixen.”

Even if you weren’t a fan of their music, you could admit that the songs were really catchy and you’d even found yourself swaying to the rhythm. It’s captivating witnessing someone from your high school being incredibly famous. Here you were looking up at a man you once saw stood himself on top of the lunch table and make an impromptu speech about denouncing popularity. You’d always got the feeling he’d become famous. After all, he is super talented, charismatic….really good looking.

You felt like a fish out of water. You’d never been to a metal concert before and there were things that made you question whether some things were a regular occurrence. Like when the girls would beg for Eddie Munson to spit on them or the men who’d pour on their heads as proof of their devotion.

By the end of show, you were left both befuddled but entertained. It was quite a show and slowly you understood the hype.

Once the Corroded Coffin thanked their fans, they headed off stage to their dressing quarters. This was your move now. You flashed your backstage pass to the security guards strutting your way to the dressing rooms when you noticed a line of fans waiting to meet their idols.

Scanning the area, you spotted the manager of the group trying to control the screaming fans. You walked up the man, clearing your throat. His eyes land on you, confused.

“Look, Toots, I already let these girls know that the band’s not ready to meet anyone right now. If want to see ‘em you’ve gotta wait til ya get the say so. Alright?”

“Okay. No. It’s Y/N. Not ‘Toots’. Mr. Neds, I’m from Tone Magazine. We spoke over the phone about 3 hours ago. I’m here to interview Mr. Francis.”

His face loses color and mouth goes agape, realizing his mistake. “Um, erm, I-I apologize, Ms….”

“Y/L/N,” You answered, trying not to roll your eyes. He pretended as if he didn’t remember your name. You were one of the biggest writers out there and he dared to play this act all because you were a women when he desired a male interviewer. The desire for an male interviewer solely based on the idea that you’d only fall for his charms, fuck him, and forget all about the article. It’s sexist and tasteless accusation to say the least. “Am I allowed to go in now?”

“He’s a little busy.” Mr. Neds chuckles nervously.

“I can deal with bratty rockstar behavior, Mr. Neds. I’ve got nothing to fear.” You brushed past him, walking into the dressing room only for your eyes to land on a fully clothed Eddie Munson pounding away inside a fully naked groupie girl seated spread eagle in his dressing room chair. You let out a loud gasp causing them to look in your direction. Quickly, you shut the door.

“Umm, so he was definitely ‘busy’.” You say, a tinge of embarrassment creeping up on your face.

“One second.” The manager says putting up his index finger then rushes inside. You put an ear to the door, you can hear muffled yelling. Then, the door swings open and it’s the groupie girl who’s now disheveled and angry, shooting you a look before walking away.

Mr. Neds exits the room, letting out a big breath. “So, that’s cleared.”

“O-okay, I guess I’ll go—”

“Wait,” He halts you in your tracks. “There are several things you need to know about interviewing Francis.”

“Okay.”

“So far we’ve gone through 3 interviewers before you. Francis isn’t easy to interview. In fact, he hates them so he does things to ruin them. First interviewer was a woman. Fucked him and wrote a revenge hate article about him when he avoided her calls. At least if it were a man, they wouldn’t write fake crap because they’re pissed at Francis avoiding them, too. So I hope you understand, I still have my biases about you being female.”

“A bit discriminatory since men would definitely write lies as well but go on.”

“So, first don’t fall for his flirting. Second, he’ll try to flip the interview on you. He’ll ask you questions and you’ll completely forget the task at hand. Like the second interviewer we worked with, Eddie started asking him questions, guy realizes he never wanted to be a writer and was only trying to appease his mother, never wrote the article. Lastly, Francis may not speak at all. Or he’d just give you a hard time, circling around or giving vague answers. Ended up driving the last interviewer to the brink of insanity trying to get a word out of him. Made that guy also quit the field altogether.”

“Pardon my french but he sounds like a pain in the ass.” You admitted.

“A pain in my brain to be more exact. I literally take medication to ease the amount of migraines I get dealing with these boys. But their my boys at the end of the day.”

You nod although you just couldn’t agree with someone deteriorating their health for the raising of 4 grown bratty rockstars.

“Simply remain unwavering but polite maybe slightly kiss-assery.” He continues to advise.

“I think I go it.”

“Good. Then by all means, you are free to go.” He makes a slightly bow, gesturing you to the door.

“Nice! Thank you.”

“Hey, how does she get to go inside?” One awaiting fan asks.

“Yeah?” Another chimes in.

You walked in the room, choosing to let the manager deal with that on his own. When you entered, you were given a moment to look around the room. Eddie’s bandmates were in the room the whole time in the back playing video games unfazed by his previous tryst.

You shook your head in disgust until your eyes landed on Eddie. He’s sitting on top of the vanity table, lightbulbs around the mirror shining behind him like he was a divine being. He was even more gorgeous up close. His beautiful dark curls cascading a little passed his shoulders, soft red lips, body filled with tattoos, beautiful chest sweaty with the exertion of tonight’s show, his happy trailing leading down to his leather pants constricting over his large…(gasp) He’s watching you! You immediately snapped out of your trance faking a smile.

“Mr. Francis! It’s a pleasure to meet you,” You held out your hand. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N from Tone Magazine. I’m a huge fan of your band.”

He looks down at your outstretched hand then back at your face, refusing to shake it. You awkwardly lower your hand.

“Huge fan, huh? You didn’t like you were based off your reactions during the show.”

“Y-you seen me in the crowd.”

“You were about a couple feet away from front row. It’s kinda hard to miss.” He flicks at his lighter, lighting the cigarette dangling from his mouth.

“Right.” You nod. Obviously there were so many fans within the crowd. You still felt surprised that out of all the faces in the sea of people that he’d looked at and remembered yours.

He gestures you to have a seat. The seat where he’d recently plowed someone in.

“No thanks.” You declined.

He smirks. “Why?”

He finds this amusing!

“I’m just more comfortable standing.”

He shrugs, taking another drag his cigarette.

“S-so, could you tell me a little about your upbringing, Mr. Francis?” You pull out your little journal and pen from your jean’s pocket, anticipating his answer.

“You can call me Eddie. I’m not on stage by my stage name.”

“Of course.” You nod still awaiting his answer.

He just stares back at you, smoking. He’s giving you the silent treatment. It’s cute that he thinks that that’ll work on you.

“I’m fine standing here in silence, by the way,” You say, dropping your fan persona. “Your body language will only reveal to me what you wish not to speak.”

“Oh yeah?” There’s a glint of interest in his eyes.

“Mhmm,” You confirmed. “Like the way you’re manspreading right now. It indicates to me that you wish to assert your dominance over me. I’m not intimidated though. I work mostly around men. Deal with that shit practically everyday. And this relaxed ‘i don’t give a fuck’ attitude is all act. I think you care a lot. You want this interview as badly as your manager does because you want people to love you again.”

“That all you got?”

“You’re 21, a huge metalhead in high school, liked D’n’D, and you’re a huge dork.”

He snorts then chuckles. “Anyone could get that information. In Hey Hello Magazine’s interview, I expressed some of these aspects of my childhood.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I wouldn’t voluntarily read Hey Hello Magazine. Besides, I’m just that good.” You lied obviously you went to school with him so you’d know these things but he didn’t remember you so you’ll use this to your advantage.

He hops off the vanity dresser, sauntering over to you. His combat boots hitting against the floors loud enough for you to tune out the noise of the members hooting and hollering in the background from their video game fun.

When he’s finally in front of you, he towering over you. You never remembered him to be so tall. You look up at him holding his gaze so he knew that you weren’t fazed.

“Now tell me what I’m thinking right now?” He says face only inches from yours.

“I can tell you what I’m thinking. I think you should step away from me or else I’ll be forced to defend myself. You reek of sex and sweat.”

His face is blank at first. You worried you went to far with your assertiveness but then he smiles down at you. He finds you a lot more entertaining than moments ago.

“Ya know what I’m in the mood to meet some fans. Boys! How ya feeling? Should we get out there?” Eddie calls out to his bandmates.

“Yeah, why the hell not?” Mel Tomas speaks up ending the game. The remaining boys quickly follow heading over to the front of the room.

“Wait! What about the interview?” You say while trying to hold your composure.

“We’ll get to that…eventually.” Eddie winks.

—————

Eventually was as close to never than it was to soon. Eddie purposefully took time with each fan going over the allowed time per fan. Every now and then, he’d look at you behind him, shooting you a teasing smirk. He knew you had little time on your hands with him today. This was his little game. What he didn’t know was that you were willing to be player two. For now, you’ll be patient. You’ll be good. Slowly, you could break him the way he thinks he’ll break you.

Once the signings were completed, the boys headed back to the dressing rooms to gather their things for departure. The other boys were a lot more kinder to you even asking you questions about being the only girl working as a writer for Tone Magazine.

The entire band was attractive. Attractive enough that it made you feel a little insecure. You weren’t ugly, quite the opposite actually, but you’d always worn things that people would deem you as a plain jane or basic. You didn’t stand out much because you were comfortable in the background. That’s the way you liked things. As a writer that’s how it worked, you let your words speak for you not your appearance. So it wasn’t surprising that neither of the men tried to hit on you although you couldn’t say it didn’t get to you with the way they’d flirted with the other girls.

“So how’s the first day?” Eddie asks you, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Terrible actually. I picked up no significant information out of you. If you would’ve only cooperated, I would’ve gotten what I needed for today and you’d still get to meet and greet your fans without me moping in the background.”

“Except I wanted you to suffer. I like seeing you mad at me, kitten.”

“Don’t call me that. I already had to chastise your manager for calling me ‘Toots’. I’m not your pet so don’t give me a pet name. My name is Y/N.”

“What’s your deal, anyway? Laugh a little. You’re so fucking uptight that if I were to stick a lump of coal in you, it’d come out a diamond.”

You can feel yourself begin to burn with rage. “That is a complete misconception. Coal cannot turn into diamond!”

“Way to get ‘em there, Y/N.” You thought, sarcastically.

“And I’m not uptight,” You continued, your back pressed against the dressing room door and journal clutched to your chest. “You have been rude, crass, and extremely obnoxious. You know what, I think I’ve gotten all that I needed for Day 1’s article actually. So, I thank you in a way for giving me exactly what I’ve been looking for. I can already see the headline now: Francis The Freak is a narcissistic—”

His hands slam hard against the door, resting them on either side of your head. You jolt at the sudden action, rendered speechless. He’s staring down at you the way a predator stares down at its prey but then he gives you his famous toothy smile.

“I look forward to reading it…kitten.” He whispers, saying the pet name in broken syllables for emphasis.

You stare up at him like a deer caught in headlights. Mustering up the little courage you have, you pry one hand from around you, searching around for the door knob while your eyes remained lock to his.

He looks down between you before removing himself slowly from you, his expression still littered with amusement. You managed to open the door, glaring at him one last time then walked out of the room and slammed the door behind you.

—————

“And then he called me uptight and invaded my personal space. The guy’s such a fucking asshole.” You were currently having a bottle of red wine and venting with your best friend and roommate Chrissy Cunningham.

“I know but he’s sooo hot. Ya know, he once had a huge crush on me back in high school.”

“You only ever bring it up nearly every time you see him on television.”

She chucks popcorn at you, giggling. “Shut up! I only bring it up all the time because I was so close to fucking him. When Jason and I broke up, I was more than ready to give in. I chickened out last minute because silly me had feelings for Jason. I regret it. But he did end up eating me out and I swear to you I met God that day. He didn’t even ask for anything in return just enjoyed making me cum. They don’t call him ‘freak’ for nothing.”

You and Chrissy also went to the same high school along with Eddie. You weren’t friends with her either since she was the popular cheerleader and you were more of an in-betweener. She was always very sweet so you never had any ill comments about her. When you’d both gone to college, your friendship formed there and the two of you became inseparable.

“I could’ve went on happily without knowing this,” You laughed. “I already had my pure eyes tainted by him penetrating some random girl before me.”

“That’s just the life of a rockstar, baby.” Chrissy shrugs.

“It’s exactly why I could never date a musician.”

“Yeah, same. Unless you can give me his digits.” She says sticking her tongue playfully.

“I love you too much to put you through that. Trust me, you don’t want to deal with him.”

“I’m sure they all can’t be bad. What about Jessie the drummer?”

“Oh, he’s the sweetest. Very polite. Complete opposite of Eddie. Actually had a great convo with him. Wish I were interviewing him instead but he’s not the one in need of clean slate.”

“And Mel the guitarist?”

“He’s intelligent but super condescending at times. Doesn’t mean to be, though. He’s like the philosopher of the group.”

“Judas the Pianist?”

“British.”

“British isn’t a personality trait.” She laughs.

“It might as well be. But I guess I can say he’s shy but also really funny when he gets going. The artistic one.”

“So then what does that make Francis The Freak?”

“The bad boy minus the sensitive side. Total douchebag.”

“I just can’t see that with Eddie. He was an absolute sweetheart when I knew him.”

“Fame changes you. Honestly, he’d still treat you a lot more nicer than he would me. You’re what he’s expected to interview him so he can gawk and stare at.”

“Oh, come on. You’re so pretty. If I were into girls, you’d be my type.”

You snort, shaking your head. “You’re only saying that because your my friend.”

She cups your face lifting your head to face her. “No. I mean it. And you should give him a chance. It was only the first day. You’ve got 30 more to go. Who knows maybe you’ll be a huge Francis The Freak fan at the end of it?”

You pull away from her embrace. “Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.”

—————

The next day, you were given a call from your boss who didn’t seem pleased by the first article you’d written. You’d think he’d be happy with this kind of story since it would make up for the juicy content needed to boost sales.

“You could’ve at least ran it by me before you decided to publish it.” He yells into the phone.

“I’m truly sorry, Mr. Bauman. But this is my experience unfiltered. Even if you were to intervene, I’d write the same thing. The people need to know. If anything, I wasn’t nearly as a harsh as I’ve should of been.”

He sighs. “What will I do with you?”

“Maybe give me a promotion?”

“Nice try but no. You hadn’t proven to me that you’re ready for that. I believe in you. I do, Y/N. Obviously, I’m an advocate for women in male dominated work spaces but...”

You rolled your eyes, knowing where this will lead. It was always advocacy for women but you’d always receive the short-end compared to your male counterparts.

“You can’t let your emotions get the best of you.”

“So, I’m just an emotionally fueled woman is, that it?”

“Not what I said.”

“You actually did maybe not explicitly but it’s very apparent.”

“I’m only giving you advice. Boys will be boys. They’re young rockstars who are used to being hounded by interviewers. He’s obviously not taking it seriously because he’s over it but if you befriend him first then maybe he’ll get to talking.”

Now it’s your turn to sigh. “I guess I’ll be…nicer.”

“Good. Now I’ll need you to drive to this address today. 3638 Birch Street. It’s Francis’s home. You’ll be spending day 2 with him all day.”

“All day?!”

“That’s what I said. Good luck and be nice.” He quickly hangs up the phone just as you were about to protest.

You huffed. This is going to be torturous.

—————

You arrived at the home which although large was surprisingly humble for his status. Ringing the doorbell, you awaited patiently for someone to answer the door.

The door opens revealing Eddie in only a robe, his hair messy. You were surprised to see that he’d answered and not his staff. His smile quickly drops.

“Oh, it’s you.” He groans in a disappointed tone. “I was hoping it was the pizza guy.” He turns around then turns to look at you again. “Unless you have pizza.”

“No!”

He rolls his eyes and mutters, “Come in.”

“Thanks for the warm welcome.” You say sarcastically, following him in.

You looked around. There was no staff whatsoever. No guards, or maids, or butlers. Simply just Eddie. It was actually refreshing seeing someone who’s clearly so rich not care for those things.

“Did you read my article, by the way?” You say, smiling smugly.

“Yes, I did.”

“I hope you learned your—”

“I love it.” He simply states causing you to have a full stop moment.

“You love it?” You asked incredulously.

He nods. “That part where you said ‘I attempted to see his point of view in life but then I realize I couldn’t get my head that far up my ass.’ It was actually pretty clever.”

“Why aren’t you pissed off?”

He leans across the island table between you two. He’s the one that’s smug now, knowing that he’s won this round. “I think it was witty, funny, somewhat true. Except you forgot one thing.”

“What’s that?” You crossed your arms.

“That I made you blush. You felt things that you probably hadn’t felt in a long time. Possibly never.”

You stutter and stammered. “I-I’ll have you know that it wasn’t that I was blushing. I was just embarrassed by the situation entirely. I may have shown my bitchiness a bit too soon and now it’s causing this rift between us when I only meant to befriend you.”

“You were?” His eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Well, yeah. But now I’m not so sure I’d like to be friends.”

“Hey, I think we can definitely be friends. I’m willing to bury the hatchet. After all, your article did help boost my popularity a little.”

“How on earth?”

“People find the situation hilarious. Now I’m seen as some funny yet eccentric troublemaker,” He puts a hand to his chest, sporting a fake sincere look. “I’ve gotta thank you for the boost, friend.”

You seethed.

Eddie - 2, Y/N - 0

“I’m gonna go for a swim.” He says walking around the island counter.

“What about the interview?”

“Geez, you’re like a broken record. If you wish to get to know me, why not try to make it subtle and fun? You can always take a swim with me, too.”

You thought back to the advice your boss told you. You were approaching this the wrong way after all. Befriending him was your best bet.

“You can go for a swim but I’m not going in with you.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“Just go in your underwear.”

“Oh, hardy har har but no. This is meant to be strictly professional.”

Eddie stands in front of you. You shoot him a look of confusion only to morph to shock when you notice him untying the robe.

“No.” You turn your face away the very second he throws it open.

“Relax. It’s nothing you haven’t seen.”

“I immediately excused myself when I walked in. Didn’t even allow myself the chance to linger for a second. I do not wish to see your dick now.”

“And you won’t. I’m wearing swim trunks underneath,” He puts a black polished finger under your chin, turning you to face him once again then tugs at your chin to look down. He was, in fact, wearing swim trunks but god his body this close looks so appetizing now that he’s wearing even less. “See. I wouldn’t intentionally flash you. It’s not what friends do.”

“Then why’d you trick me like that?”

“Because I like seeing you mad, remember?” He lets go of your chin and heads out to the backyard.

“Friends don’t like making their friends mad!” You called out after him.

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You were currently sat at the poolside, journal in hand while Eddie swam away answering questions with less resistance.

“This is a pretty big house. Must get lonely being all by yourself.”

“I don’t live alone.”

“Who is she?”

“He’s my uncle. Took care of me most of my life while my mother was in and out of my life and my dad in and out of prison.”

“Oh,” You felt terrible for assuming. “Your uncle seems like a very strong person. I’m glad he took the tole of being your guardian.”

“Yeah, he’s definitely strong. I’d do everything I could to pay him back for all the times he’s cared for me. I wasn’t an easy kid but he stuck it out when my parents couldn’t.”

“Seems like you’re providing him just that kind of appreciation.”

“I guess. But I could do more. I want to make sure he never has to worry about anything ever.”

Today was genuinely surprising for you. Chrissy was right. Maybe he’s still a sweetheart.

You look up from writing, noticing things had gone quiet. Eddie was nowhere to be found. The moment you thought to peer over to look in the water, Eddie springs out of the water right front of you causing you to throw the notebook into the pool.

“Eddie! You dick!”

“You can just write it again.”

“I had really good things to say. Now I’ll completely forget them.”

“It’s at the bottom of the pool. You wanna go get it?”

“What do you mean if I want to go get it?” He gives you a mischievous look, his hands resting on your thighs. Your eyes widened. “No, Eddie. No.”

It was too late. Eddie yanks you down into the pool and you go underwater. You’re frightened. You couldn’t swim so all you could do was hold onto him for dear life.

You both come up for air, your arms and legs are wrapped around him tightly. He’s laughing but you were trembling like a wet chihuahua. Then, he notices the fear in your eyes and he grows concerned.

“Hey. You okay?”

“Can’t swim. I’m scared.” You were in the deeper side of the pool your biggest fear.

He rubs your back to comfort you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I always assume everyone can swim. That was really crappy of me. Let’s get you out of here.”

His hands cup under your butt, lifting you back up onto the poolside. Then, he pulls himself up. Your knees were to your chest, still trembling.

Eddie felt terrible. He was only having harmless fun. He didn’t mean to scare you this badly. Taking a towel, he wraps it around your body then rubs his hands over your arms.

“I’m sorry.” He repeats, eyes pleading for you to answer.

“Um, it’s okay,” You finally say. “I should tell you. I have a fear of swimming pools. It’s a stupid phobia. I know but it’s because of a traumatic experience I had in my childhood.”

“Like you nearly drowned?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.” He says once again.

“You already said that.” You laughed.

“I know. I just feel like shit.”

“That’s a first,” You remove the towel from your body. “Maybe I should go home. I could get some new clothes and be right back.”

“Or I can hand you some clothes while yours are put in the dryer.”

“It would save me a trip.” You shrugged.

You noticed Eddie stare before his eyes quickly avert. And was he…blushing?

You looked down at your white top. It’d gotten wet and your nipples were erect and visible even through your black lace bra. You shot one arm over your while the other lightly shoves him.

“You perv! You wanted this to happen.”

“No, I swear.”

“Oh, right.”

“Have I been dishonest with you?”

“Plenty.”

“Name one time.”

So much for having a friendly moment, the two of you bickered back and forth well up until the pizza arrived. While he munch away at his slice, you watched him from the corner of your eye admiring his ranges of emotions. He was more than just an angsty ball of horniness. He can be a decent guy when he’s more comfortable with you. It was nice to see him so concerned for your well-being but what really made you feel a little giddy inside was the fact that you managed to make him blush, too.

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widowwebs · 3 years ago

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leave him alone. i’m looking at you : the people who stalk his friends and families accounts to find pics of him and spread them around on social media.

this may be an unpopular opinion but I’m gonna say it anyway:

I think it’s weird that people are obsessed with finding out every single personal detail about Joseph Quinn.

#like why can’t people just enjoy him as an actor #he’s clearly very private yet people just find it their right to know his middle name and star sign why???#it’s a weird obsession and we need to stop normalizing this #joseph quinn #idc if you disagree with this #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie my beloved #stranger things 4

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widowwebs · 3 years ago

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this is so cute omg

Thanks, Kiddo | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Photo not mine <3 find it here on Pinterest

Word count: 1.1k (shorty but it’s cute)

Synopsis: Reader bumps into Wayne one night while going for a late-night cigarette, Wayne takes the time to thank reader for looking after Eddie

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader (romantic) Wayne Munson x reader (platonic)

Warning: smoking (cigarettes), slight illusion to sex, slight illusion to a shorter reader, Uncle Wayne being an absolute softy but that’s about it!

Authors note: Hiya lovelies!! I’m so glad you all enjoyed my last fic! I’m obsessed with the concept of Wayne being an absolute softy for Y/N but I swear I don’t see enough of it so I decided to write my own! Apologies, I’m high as fuck right now and can hardly string together comprehendible sentences but I still think this is a really cute concept so enjoy! Xx requests are currently open so feel free to drop whatever your little heart desires in there!

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The harsh summer wind blows through Forest Hills Trailer Park. You're lying next to Eddie, tossing and turning as the constant rattling of tin hits the side window making it next to impossible to fall back to sleep.

After a good twenty minutes of attempted shut-eye, you swing your legs over the side of Eddie’s bed quickly grabbing his Hellfire shirt that was disregarded in a rush only hours before, throwing it over your naked body and slipping on a pair of underwear, because of you and Eddie’s height difference, his shirts act like more of a dress than a shirt.

Looking at Eddie’s digital clock a harsh red light shines 2:48 am. You quickly make your way to the other side of the bed, trying your hardest to dodge all the disregarded nick knacks scattered aimlessly around the bedroom floor. Finally making it to Eddie’s bedside table.

You squint your eyes, trying your hardest to adjust to the dark lighting of the room, fumbling around until you land on a carton of cigarettes and a lighter, you take a quick glance at Eddie. His still fast asleep, dead to the world around him. Snatching the cigarettes and heading to his bedroom door, you giggle to yourself, Eddie didn’t love the idea of you smoking, always saying it wasn’t good for you and how you would end up coughing up your guts by the time you were thirty. It was always funny to you because he would go on these rants about your smoking habit with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other, you knew he was just trying to keep you safe and healthy but the sight always made you smile.

After successfully exiting Eddie’s room you slowly close the door behind you, marking your way down the short hallway, through the living room and past the kitchenette finally making it to the front door. Trying your best to be quiet, the door opens with an ear-piercing squeak from the hinges. You cringe, stopping for a moment, waiting to hear if the noise had woken Eddie from his slumber. After a short second, you quickly slip out the door and run down the stairs, making your way to the communal trailer park bench.

It was a common occurrence, almost routine for you at this point to sit and have a smoke under the lamp on the bench every night. During the day, the bench was normally occupied by the trailer park kids playing cards or the other residents catching up and having a drink but at this hour in the morning, the bench sat lonely under a faint lamp post, lightly illuminating its surroundings.

As you approach your normal spot, you see a figure sitting on top of the bench with their feet on the seat smoking a cigarette. You slow your approach, not wanting to disrupt whoever was deep in thought.

Without warning the figure's head whips around making eye contact with you. You smile immediately recognising the person as Wayne. Quickly jogging over to meet him, you give a small wave “I thought you were at work”

He smiles, taking another puff of his cigarette “got let off early. What are you doing out here this late kiddo? it’s too dark for you to be out here alone”

You smile and take a seat next to him on the bench top “couldn’t sleep” you open the carton of cigarettes placing one on your lips “thought I could use some fresh air” you take your hand, cupping it around the end of your cigarette and lighting it.

“My boys giving you bad habits young lady” Wayne watches you, stubbing out his cigarette and grabbing another for himself. “It’s no good for you”

You laugh inhaling the chemicals “I swear, you and Eds are the same person in different bodies” Wayne smiles, looking down at his shoes. “How’s my boy going? I don’t see him too much nowadays, always either asleep or at bloody work” he chuckles bitterly.

“His going great Wayne, he passed that math test the other day! B+!, on the way to graduation this year, I can promise you that” you chirp, looking off into the night sky, admiring the stars.

There’s a long silence. You feel Wayne’s eyes on you. “Thank you Y/N” Wayne almost whispers.

“What are you thanking me for” you make eye contact with Wayne, a confused smile on your face.

“Thank you for looking after my boy. He's been dealt some tough cards you know? People aren’t the nicest, they can’t look past his hard exterior. They just see him as an outcast, a freak, he’s not treated the best, I mean he never has been but god” you swear you see tears form in the older Munson’s eyes. “You're so gentle with him. He needs gentle, he deserves gentle. At the end of the day, his just a kid. A kid that needs to be loved and looked after and there’s only so much I can do, I’m never home and I worried for so long, is he eating properly? is he getting his homework done? is he washing his clothes? Does he have enough money for gas? Is he safe? And then out of nowhere, you come along and cook him meals, help with his homework, do his washing, remind him about gas, keep him safe.” Wayne exhales with a big sigh “I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you for looking after my boy honey. He needs you, hell, I need you. I hope he tells you how grateful he is because god, I know that boy like the back of my hand and I know for a fact his in love.

You blush, trying your hardest not to let your tears drop “I love him too, more than anything” is all you are able to get out before tears start pooling from your eyes.

Wayne takes his arm, putting it around your shoulder and pulling you into the side of him.

“Your the best thing that ever happened to that boy” he whispers, placing a kiss on your hair.

You and Wayne sit there for a while, hugging each other, not a word needs to be said. You both are thinking the same thing.

You wake up in Wayne’s arms as he carries you bridal style back to his and Eddie’s trailer “go back to sleep kiddo, you have school tomorrow” he whispers as he walks up the stairs, opening the door with his elbow and walking you both inside. The last thing you remember is Wayne placing you on Eddie’s bed and pulling the covers over you. “Goodnight kiddo,” he says while giving you a kiss on the head and slowly leaving Eddie’s bedroom.

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#eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie munson imagines #wayne munson imagines #eddie munson imagine #wayne munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #wayne munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #wayne munson fanfic

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widowwebs · 3 years ago

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makeadealwithdean’s friday fic list - stranger things

here's a list of the fics i've read this week and highly, highly recommend! these fics are not mine and belong only to the writers, so writers, if you don't want to be mentioned on here, message me, and i'll take you off no questions asked! also, most of these fics are smut and 18+ ONLY, so minors dni!!

steve harrington:

~ i want to touch you * by @poeticandors (my note: this whole series is PHENOMENAL, probably my favorite steve series <3)

~ pretending * by @poeticandors

~ perv!steve * by @creelteeth

~ put away my pride * by @wtfsteveharrington

~ baby, baby, baby * by @pixiemunsons

~ the king (pornstar!steve) * by @poetrieshouse

~ sex education * by @sortagaysortahigh (my notes: my other very favorite steve series)

~ fake it 'til you make it by @thefreak-thebanished

~ power trip * by @silkscream

~ car troubles * by @hellfiresangel

~ private eyes * by @peachesworld96

~ you shook me all night long * (series) by @pinkchubbiebunnie (my note: i LOVE this series sooooo much <3)

~ needy * by @bvmbshell

~ cloud 9 * by @sortagaysortahigh

eddie munson:

~ the dungeon master * by @chaoticmunson

~ 18 * by @chaoticmunson

~ vanilla * by @fan-fantasies

~ BOO? * by @eagerbby

~ nice bracelet * by @starbxcks

~ cover girl * by @eddies-perm

~ out loud by @iheartyouyou

~ menace by @retrobutterflies

~ groupie * by @hellfirebabes

~ birthday surprise * by @hellfirebabes

~ the crescent moons by @huffle-pissed

~ freak * by @evergreencowboy

~ eddie teaches you guitar * by @forever-rogue

~ eddie x shy bsf!reader * by @mypoisonedvine

~ you're so cute * by @pixiemunsons

~ alternative payment * by eddie munson

~ nice fucking try by @itsoutrageouss

~ pink is metal * by @sinnerlillith

others/multi:

~ friends with benefits * by @poetrieshouse (steve x reader x eddie)

~ vodka & watermelon chapstick * by @wtfsteveharrington (steve x reader x robin)

~ silk dreams * by @msgorillagripcoochie (steve x reader x eddie)

~ role play * by @corrodedhawkins (joseph quinn x reader, eddie munson x reader)

~ not your boyfriend * by @little-moonbeam-666 (joseph quinn x reader, eddie munson x reader)

~ enough * by @hellfiresangel (steddie x reader)

~ choice encounters * by @latelyanobsession (billy x reader x steve)

~ unexpected call * by @444awhore444 (billy hargrove x reader)

~ only love can hurt like this * by @strangerbitxhs (billy hargrove x reader)

~ ruined makeup * by @tommydarlings (billy hargrove x reader)

~ dumb baby * by @sadiesuns (billy hargrove x reader)

~ i'll be the judge by @luvfae (steve x reader, robin x reader)

go give these talented writers some love! and remember to reblog and comment if you can- it really helps creators <3

shameless plug: here's my main masterlist. i write for steve and eddie too :)

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widowwebs · 3 years ago

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𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 • alpha!eddie munson x reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 • eddie's chances of being an alpha are quite small. your chances of presenting as an omega, especially while still in high school, are almost none. almost.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 • 10k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 • SMUT (18+ only, technically dubcon due to heat, omegaverse, unprotected sex), knotting, possessiveness and protectiveness, mentions of pregnancy/slight breeding kink, size kink (alpha!eddie is Large in every way), brief trypanophobia warning, mentions of/implied deceased parent (not reader's they're fine),

“The official term is enhanced sexual dimorphism, sometimes abbreviated as ‘ESD’,” Mrs. Mittelman explained, “but, you’re probably all more familiar with the names for the two enhanced sexes: Alpha, and omega.”

You sighed as you rested your chin on your fist. Health class was always boring, and awkward. Most of all, it didn’t seem very useful. In all of Hawkins, you knew of six omegas and eleven Alphas. Why did the curriculum need to dedicate a whole month to this when you, and everyone you knew, were going to end up not presenting at all and just be betas?

“Due to modern fertility advancements, these sexes are becoming more and more rare,” she continued to explain. “Alphas and omegas, when in a mated pair, are significantly more fertile than a beta pair. However, times are changing: after all, I think all of you have beta parents, don’t you?”

You didn’t even know anyone had raised their hand, until Mrs. Mittelman pointed behind you to someone in the back.

“Yes?” she prompted, and you turned around. You were pretty sure his name was… Freddie? No, wait— Eddie. You’d seen him around, and he was sort of hard to forget with his… ostentatious styling, but you weren’t sure you’d ever heard him talk in class before.

“Uh, actually,” he cleared his throat, “my mom was an omega.”

“Oh!” Mrs. Mittelman nodded, looking a little wide-eyed. “I didn’t realize that. Well, then maybe some of what we’re talking about today will be more familiar to you. I hope you’ll bear with us.”

Was. There’s no going back after presenting, of course, so she must not be around anymore. You saw him look down, and wondered if he regretted bringing it up at all, before you returned your focus to the board where the teacher was pointing to some particularly uninteresting charts.

“The window of development for Alphas and omegas is actually very narrow: about ninety percent of enhanced sexual presentations take place at age twenty-one,” she continued. “The odds of presenting after age twenty-two are so astronomically low, that anyone who turns twenty-three without presenting is immediately registered as a beta. Can anyone remember from this week’s assigned reading—”

Everyone groaned, realizing she was about to spring a pop quiz on the class.

“— what an individual’s odds are of presentation if their parents are an Alpha and an omega?”

A girl in the front row raised her hand, and the teacher pointed to her. “Um, eighty-two percent?”

“Correct!” Mrs. Mittelman smiled. “Okay, what about the odds of presentation if one’s parents were one Alpha and one beta?”

The boy that sat next to you on the right— James Richey, which you wouldn’t know if you hadn’t been paired with him on far too many assignments— raised his hand. “Forty-five percent,” he answered.

“Ohh, a little lower,” she winced with her gentle correction, “anyone else wanna give that a try?”

Intimidated by James’ folly, it took an awkward pause for someone else to take a guess. It was your closest friend in class, and likely in the whole school, Helen. “Thirty?” she proposed.

“Well, twenty-nine, but yes,” Mrs. Mittelman. “What about if the pair is one beta and one omega? Mr. Munson, you should know this one— since it applies to you.”

The whole class turned back to look at Eddie, who was awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “You see,” he began, “I agree with you that I should know that but, uh, I didn’t exactly… read the chapter.”

Mrs. Mittelman sighed slowly. “Right, um, well… maybe someone else who did can tell us?”

“Twelve percent,” somebody behind you, from the other side, announced, and the teacher smiled.

“Yes! That’s right,” she replied. “Okay, last one: how likely is one to present if their parents are both betas?”

You raised your hand, because this one was the easiest to remember. When you were called on, you answered: “The odds are less than one percent.”

“Yes, good job,” she smiled. “Congratulations! You all passed today’s pop quiz. Your prize is… not having a pop quiz tomorrow.”

The bell rang; everyone reached for their backpacks and sighed with relief.

“Tomorrow, we’ll be covering the rest of the chapter, so if you forgot to read it,” she said pointedly, “now’s the time to do so!”

You didn’t know a lot about the guy— hell, you’d forgotten his name— but you figured Eddie Munson was not going to read the chapter, even when given a second chance. You don’t end up on your third senior year by reading the assigned material. I wonder if it bothers him, being twenty years old and still in high school, you wondered, it would sure bother me.

But that was the last time you thought about Eddie Munson for about two weeks. You didn’t plan on thinking about him again until maybe graduation, which you did hope to see him at, but you were forced to wonder about him when he was absent from class for an entire week. Frankly, you were pretty sure he couldn’t afford a vacation. A rumor had spread that he was in jail for dealing marijuana, but that was all you had to work with. Helen thought maybe he was gone for good, moved back in with some other family— you hadn’t even known before this that he lived with his uncle, so maybe his dad was somewhere out there and he was spending time with him.

All the rumors were dispelled in an instant when Eddie returned. As near-impossible as it seemed, it was even more impossible to deny when you saw it for yourself.

You were ten minutes into the midterm exam for Mrs. Mittelman’s health class when the door opened; in a silent room, it was instinctive to look up, but you choked when you saw him come in. It was Eddie, for sure— that hair and Hellfire Club tee were unmistakable— but he was… different.

Completely different.

He was taller, to the point that Mrs. Mittelman was craning her neck to look up at him (though to be fair, she was already pretty short). He was… bigger, specifically more muscular— his body was straining against his clothes, the half-sleeve of his shirt exposed the prominent veins of his forearm, even his ripped jeans struggled to hold him in anymore.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said quietly to the bewildered teacher, and even when he deliberately spoke softly, his voice was clearly deeper. She handed him a blank exam and he attempted to slip through the rows of desks to find his own seat. You certainly weren’t the only pair of eyes following him across the classroom, or the only one noticing the way he struggled to fit back behind his own desk due to his radical change in size. He cleared his throat and shifted in the chair, starting to take his test— and either not noticing, or successfully ignoring, the stares he was receiving.

At the same time, you and Helen looked at each other with wide eyes, and she mouthed something to you: What the fuck?!

Your entire class was specifically prepared to appreciate the anomaly of probability that this was. Still, statistics be damned, it was clear that in the time Eddie Munson had disappeared, he’d become an Alpha.

Three months later…

“Oh come on,” you rolled your eyes, “that’s bull and you know it.”

“I’m not sure if you really believe that that attitude is going to help you in any way,” Principal Higgins frowned, “but to be completely clear: it will not. Three dress code violations add up to an after-school detention.”

“But these are stupid violations!” you insisted. “It’s not like I was walking around in a mini-skirt— look, this one says my sneakers were untied! That’s ridiculous.”

“Arguing with me is considered disrespect of authority,” Higgins reminded you, leaning in closer, “which is also punishable by after-school detention. I’d recommend that you stop now before you end up with two dates with me this week.”

You shut your eyes to stop yourself from rolling them, but relented. That said, you were playing the interaction over and over in your mind as you sat at that desk in detention, arms crossed and lips curled in a sneer as you imagined really telling him off instead of laying down at taking it.

You jumped when the opening of the door startled you out of your fantasy, and there was Eddie— wow, he was even late to detention.

You looked down sheepishly as he crossed the room and took his seat, but once he was settled in front of you and off to the side, you had your first chance to get a good look at him after his… transformation.

It was a good thing his jacket was sleeveless, because it didn’t look like his arms would’ve fit through the sleeves if it had them. It wasn’t that he was just outrageously ripped now or something, or that he was specifically some outrageous height… he was just big. Alphas were built that way. He towered over nearly everyone in school now; he stopped getting bullied immediately after he came back, that must’ve been a nice perk. Still, for a guy who got so massive and so well-known practically overnight (or in this case, overweek), he didn’t seem that… happy?

You looked down into your lap again. Who were you to judge his emotions? You didn’t know anything about him. It was just that, well, he’d had a reputation for his antics and dramatic behavior before, but lately he was uncharacteristically quiet. He never made a scene in the cafeteria anymore, he never talked back to teachers (which he’d apparently done plenty before, you’d seen it once or twice and Helen said it happened near-daily with Ms. O’Donnell), he was just… existing. Maybe he was finally being normal. The only problem with that theory is that, while you didn’t like to buy into stereotypes, you were confident that Eddie Munson would’ve been among the first to become better behaved after presenting as an Alpha.

You weren’t trying to be sexist, really! Alphas were hormonally predisposed to aggression and impulsiveness, it was just a fact of the matter, especially when omegas or other Alphas were involved. To be fair, that wasn’t really an issue in his case, in a school where literally no other students had ESD. Technically, there was one other Alpha here, but he was a teacher… he was not only mated, but mature, and no one was exactly worried that he and Eddie were going to end up brawling on the lawn or something. Alphas were always fighting over unmated omegas anyways, of which there weren’t any in Hawkins.

It made you wonder why Eddie stayed, if he had no chance of finding a true mate here. Alphas and betas didn't get together very often, for reasons that weren’t explained in much detail in your health textbook.

Torn from your thoughts by the Principal clearing his throat and addressing the room, you looked up quickly. “Now,” he began sternly, “all my regulars know I believe in working detention— labor is good for the soul! And there’s lots of work to do on campus today so you three,” he gestured at some boys in the front, “you’re gonna be in the garden out front with our landscapers. And you four in the back, you’re sweeping up the wood shop before you give our gymnasium a good mop.”

The other students stood, and you glanced at Eddie as you realized he was the only other person left sitting.

“Uhh, you two,” Higgins noticed, “you can go clean the cafeteria. But we’re all out of mops, so, just grab some rags.”

“Rags?” Eddie noticed. “We’re cleaning the entire cafeteria floor with rags?”

“Oh, not just the floor. Table and chairs too.”

“Hopefully not in that order,” you breathed.

“Get to it,” he snapped, and Eddie gave you a quick look over his massive, hard shoulder before shrugging— god, his neck just seemed thicker when he did that.

Your eyes still found themselves lingering on the hulking mass of his body as the two of you were on your hands and knees wiping the laminate cafeteria floor.

"So," Eddie broke the silence, "you, uh… I haven't seen you in detention before."

"No," you agreed, "this is actually my first time."

"Oh wow," he smiled, "a detention virgin! Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

You snorted, shaking your head as you looked at the floor again, but the off-color joke made you feel a little strange. You blinked quickly and tried to get the image of Eddie being gentle out of your head.

"What are you in for?" he asked.

"Dress code," you nodded.

"Woah! Something skimpy?"

"Not at all," you chuckled, "just, like, ripped jeans and a visible bra strap? Apparently?"

"Aw, that's a shame," he smirked. "I was thinking I missed you showing up in some sweet little number."

You raised an eyebrow at that, but said nothing, mainly because your throat was suddenly a little dry.

"A-anyways," he mumbled, "I'm sorry you're here."

"Ditto," you offered, "but I know you're here kind of a lot."

"Yeah," he sighed, focusing harder on one spot that he rubbed with the rag intensely, "not as much as I used to be, but yeah…"

"Used to be… before…" you pressed.

"Before I… got big, yeah," he nodded.

An interesting way of describing it. Certainly an accurate way.

"Um," he cleared his throat, "I skipped class, that's what they popped me for this time."

"Which class?"

"Shop."

"Oh god, I don't blame you, that's my least favorite class," you hummed.

"Really? People always say they like it cause it's easy," he shrugged, "thought I was the only one that hated it."

"No, it's so annoying!" you assured. "First of all, most people aren't being safe and I'm always on edge thinking somebody's about to lose a finger— and the assignments are so stupid! Building birdhouses and clocks? Like, isn't the whole point of a high school education to be able to get a job so I can afford to just buy a birdhouse for a dollar?"

"I don't mind the part where we build stuff," he admitted, "I just don't like that we have to build it exactly like he says. Why can't there be some room for creativity?"

You nodded in agreement, clearing your throat quietly but not quite getting the catch in it; you were looking at the floor, and noticed that you were seeing spots, but simply tried to blink them away.

"I hate it even more now that I keep accidentally breaking stuff…" he continued, trailing off.

"Accidentally?"

"I'm still getting used to it… I'm stronger, you know."

Was it warm in here all of a sudden? When you first came in, it was a little chilly— normally this room was filled with warm bodies to heat it up, so it was pretty cold when it was empty… or, it had been. Now you were starting to feel your clothes cling to you, face beginning to flush.

"I broke a hammer. Splintered the handle— I guess I was holding it too hard…"

That was when you lost your balance and had to sit on the floor, leaning back against the leg of a table. The orange light of dusk, coming in through the blinds in stripes, was blurry and disorienting. A numb heat started to rush through your body, and the quick shallow breaths that filled your lungs did little to keep you from getting dizzy.

“Hey,” you heard Eddie’s voice— his hand was hesitantly holding your shoulder now, and just that made you soothe slightly. “You okay?”

"I…" you began, but you didn't know what to say. “Eddie,” you said softly, “I don’t… I feel weird.”

His hand moved up to your forehead, and you sighed and shut your eyes to savor every moment of his touch. “Christ, you’re burning up.”

Your hands reached out blindly, grabbing onto his thick thigh through his jeans. You heard him cough slightly. “Something’s wrong, just… just need you to stay with me,” you breathed.

"Um, o-okay," he agreed hesitantly, kneeling in front of you.

It was like a sharp pain— a tightness that twisted inside you— and you hissed in a breath through your teeth as your sneakers slid on the tile.

"Do you need some water?" he wondered, and when his hand cradled your face for a second, you shuddered and relaxed against the table leg behind you.

"No, I just need… I…" you panted. Just touch me more, you thought, though you didn't understand why. Another pang hit your gut and you clutched your stomach, hunching forward with a wince.

"I-I'm gonna get the nurse," he promised, but you suddenly grabbed onto his arms tightly, stopping him from getting up.

"No, don't go," you panted, "don't leave— you can't leave me here, Eddie!"

"Okay, okay! I'm not gonna leave!" he promised, frustrated at first but softening up when he saw how scared you were. "I'm not gonna leave, I swear."

"I don't know what's happening," you whispered under your breath. "God— what's happening to me?"

"You're just…" he began, trailing off, "you're— fuck, I don't know. But I think it's… I don't know how, but I think you might be—"

"Just tell me!" you sobbed.

You were clawing at his jacket, desperate to touch his skin, desperate for anything he would give you. That was when you first felt the heat gather between your legs, a pulse inside you just before a gush of wetness that almost made you worry you were wetting yourself— until you felt it, felt that need arch your back and throb in your channel. It felt like being turned on, it wasn’t like you’d never felt that before, but it was so much more intense that it almost felt like a new sensation entirely. Even though your mind didn't understand what was going on, your body was calling out for him: Alpha, Alpha, Alpha—

Something changed in the air then.

"What did you call me?"

His voice was just as dark as his eyes, and suddenly you stilled. Oh god, you'd said it out loud.

"Say it again," he ordered; for what little you knew about all this, you knew why your body gave into his demand like it couldn't do anything else but obey.

"Alpha," you whimpered, looking up at him. But you knew what he was already— right then, you were realizing what you were. Only omegas were susceptible to an Alpha's voice like that. This isn't possible, this is not possible… I'm too young, my parents are betas, how is this happening to me?

"You're going to be okay," he promised, "I know… I know it hurts. But I can make it better, I can help you."

You nodded, panting, going along with it because you just needed him, needed the help he was promising. You felt dizzy and delirious, but somehow the feeling was sort of addictive— like you craved the cure as much as the sickness. With Eddie here, it was tolerable, even though the waves of pain made you shudder and whine through your teeth.

“I’m gonna help you,” he whispered, again.

You blinked at him, trying to clear the haze from your eyes, and saw the dark shimmer in his own— his pupils had blown out wide, his nostrils were flaring; he kept shaking his head, like he was trying to clear his thoughts, and it made his fluffy hair rustle. “How?” you finally asked.

His hands tightened as they gripped your shoulders, and you clutched at his chest, whimpering under your breath as you felt the strong muscle under his thin shirt and hot skin. “Do you trust me?” he replied instead of answering.

You nodded. “Anything, Alpha, please—”

“Fuck,” he choked, and you gasped as his face buried in the crook of your neck. His nose brushed against your jaw, his mouth was right up against your pulse as he spoke. “I can smell you, you know— I can smell what you are. It’s… I read about it, but I never knew…”

Your eyes had already fluttered shut as you hung off of him, and you could smell him too; you were so overstimulated that it was hard to focus on it, but it was sort of musky and warm and smoky— and sweet. Like a Christmas fireplace with roasted chestnuts and caramel just starting to toast on the stove; it was like a memory you hadn’t lived yet, nostalgia for a home you never had.

You whimpered slightly as he pulled away, reaching out for more of his touch, but he just looked at you with his mouth open a bit to let his heavy breathing pass through. “I— I can help you, I’m gonna help you,” he kept insisting, speaking hurriedly as he opened his belt and jeans. It was slightly disconcerting, but your need was growing and you were in no place to reject his help— not when searing pain bloomed from your gut, crawled up your back and into your mind where it demanded the touch of an Alpha.

Still, you had some sense left in you. As well as plenty of fear; your eyes nearly popped out of your head when they caught a glimpse of his cock. "No— no way," you shook your head, trying to scoot away, "it won't… it can't—"

"It'll fit," he insisted, his grip tightening for a moment on his concerningly-massive erection, "you're an omega. You're made to take it."

Even as terror clawed at your mind, arousal was coursing through your veins; hearing him talk like that, seeing his body, it all called to something incredibly primal inside you. Something you didn't even know you had… technically, maybe you didn't until just now. Or maybe it was always there, waiting for Eddie— after all, you'd presented after being around him for the longest (and closest) you ever had.

"I won't hurt you, I swear," he breathed, but you could hear his desperation, too. It must be hard, presenting young in a town like Hawkins where all the omegas are already long-since mated and married— and maybe a little mature for a twenty-year-old anyways, if that mattered. And as for betas, well, you'd heard that it was… difficult, for Alphas and betas to mate. Now you saw directly why: it could kill them, trying to take this. You were still afraid it would kill you. "It won't hurt, it's… it's going to feel good. It's natural."

"Okay," you nodded, "okay, just… talk me through this, please— Alpha, I'm scared…"

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. It should've been awkward, hugging a relative stranger, but it was so comforting… you sighed and held him, too, a bit of the ache inside you stilling. And yet, your anticipation was growing: you felt another wave of slick start to leak out of you, and you whimpered slightly.

"Please," you whispered, "help me… I want you to."

"Shit," he blurted out, letting you go just long enough to peel his jacket off quickly. "Just lay down, okay?" he offered as he put the jacket down on the floor behind you, not much padding from the hard tile but at least some protection from the coldness of it.

You laid back, shivering as he climbed on top of you. "Have you ever done this before?" you asked suddenly. "Not just sex— helping an omega, specifically…"

It was kind of a stupid question, because where the fuck were these hypothetical omegas Eddie might have been with? But you weren’t exactly thinking straight at the moment, understandably. "Well, uh, no," he mumbled, "but I think I know how to do it. I mean, I think I've always known— I couldn't tell you how, but… I can feel it."

You swallowed nervously.

"Trust me," he insisted. "I know how much it hurts, I… just trust me.”

He was alone when he presented, after all; you finally put that together, and the thought of it inexplicably made your heart twist. You knew nothing of the perils of presentation for an Alpha, but if anything like this… and he didn’t have anyone to hold him like he held you, to tell him it would be okay, to take the pain away… god, how did he survive it?

When he started to lift up your shirt, you did your best to help him— the wave of cool air on your overheated skin was almost a relief, until suddenly you were freezing. You pulled him down close to you, feeling the warmth of him even through his shirt, and sighed happily.

He helped you out of your pants next, and you should've felt incredibly strange being completely naked in your fucking cafeteria. But you didn't, you felt better even, you felt more natural than ever as his eyes drank you in and his hands carefully parted your thighs.

"See, all this— this is your slick," he explained, dragging two fingers through your swollen folds until you jolted from his touch.

There was so much, you'd nearly soaked through your jeans, and just one swipe had soaked his thick fingers with clear, shiny arousal.

"It's gonna help you," he continued, panting slightly as he stared at his glistening hand. "Fuck, you can smell it, right? It smells so good."

You could smell something, but you wouldn't necessarily call it good… it was sort of earthy and sour, not like a perfume or candy or something. Maybe it smelled different to him, or maybe he was just attracted to it anyway.

"I think if Mr. Maxwell was here, he'd be able to smell it— from anywhere in the building," Eddie explained. Mr. Maxwell was the only Alpha teacher at Hawkins High… you were suddenly very thankful he wasn't here. He certainly didn't seem like the type to go after his own student for being a brand-new omega, but what did you know?

"What would happen, if he did?" you mumbled. "If he smelled me?"

Eddie considered that for a second. "I… I don't know. I think he's able to control himself."

Well, that response begged a new question: "Can you?"

You saw his throat bob as he swallowed, his gaze still trained on where your thighs glistened with your need. "I don't know," he admitted. "If you asked me to go now…"

He tensed his jaw, and met your gaze.

"I don't know if I could stop," he informed you sternly. "So don't ask me to, and we won't have to find out."

You shuddered and nodded; you wouldn’t ask him to stop, not when you needed him this badly. Not when the idea of being alone, of being away from him, made your gut sink.

Still, your heart was racing— you wondered if he could hear it, too, since it was deafening inside your own head— as he reached for you, that intimidating cock still curling up from his opened jeans.

He gripped it with one hand, petting your thigh with the other, guiding himself right up against you; your quivering cunt flexed against itself, another wave of slick leaking down to the floor under you— coating him, before he was even inside.

“Trust me,” he breathed, “trust me— please, let me do this. Tell me I can fuck you.”

“Y-you can fuck me, Alpha, please,” you whined.

Holding on tight to your hip, he pushed his thick head inside; you were crooning and gasping already, trying to push down for more even though it was already almost too much, but his strong grip kept you still and perfectly helpless.

“More,” you begged under your breath, “god, please? Wan’ everything, need all of you— Alpha, my Alpha…”

His tongue and lips were all over your neck, hair tickling your chest and face. “So good, omega, you’re doing s’good, just stay still.”

It didn’t hurt until he was halfway in, and you whined loudly as you grabbed at his thigh under your own, hoping to slow him down. He was breathing just as hard as you, hot air spreading over your skin that was wet with his spit now, sensitive from the assault of his lips and teeth.

He didn’t warn you that he was going to give you the rest, he just pushed it in all at once and groaned as you choked out your sob.

"Fuck," he said with a gasp, "I— ah, god— I didn't know it would be like this…"

And neither did you, you didn't know how quickly your pain would fade and your body would give in to him. He was right, it didn't hurt much… there was a sting, yes, and a stretch, but it was good pain. It was pain you were made to take, like he said.

"Are you okay?" he asked breathlessly. You could only nod; words had abandoned you. Well, except one.

"Alpha," you moaned, and you heard him growl beside your neck.

"I'm here, omega," he promised. "I'm gonna give you what you need… you're gonna be okay, you're safe."

You held on tighter to his shoulders, hiding your face in his neck, and he started to move. The stretch was so intense that your legs were shaking with every movement, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything, you wouldn’t give up this friction inside you for the world right now— it was a salve for the pain that had been clawing you open from the inside out, but just as intense as the pain had been, now you had this hunger instead. This… need.

“Feels so good,” you heard him whisper against your ear, “fuck, omega, you feel so good inside, you were made for me. You were made for this, I know— I know you’re mine.”

You nodded quickly, biting your lip. As he held you close and moved inside you, time moved differently— slower, but all at once, like you were stuck in a dream.

Everything else faded away— the fear that someone would walk in, the awareness of where you were and how this happened, anxiety and confusion and pain— and you were just drowning in every sensation: his tongue laving at your neck, his fingers holding your waist tightly, his cock inside you and stretching you. He didn’t say much at first, he didn’t need to, but when you shuddered and another wave of slick leaked out around him, you felt him smirk. “So wet,” he praised, “so good for your Alpha. Do it again.”

You were almost self-conscious about how wet you were, maybe you would've been if it wasn't for Eddie being enraptured by it— he was looking down at where your bodies were joined, amazed as he watched you soak his cock over and over with more of your arousal. You could hear it, the filthy wet sounds somewhat distant and fuzzy in your ringing ears, and your face was hot— your whole head was feverish, really, and your eyes were teary just from how overwhelmingly wonderful it felt.

"Fuck," you heard him grunt under his breath, "it's so— god, how do you feel? Are you okay?"

You opened your mouth to try to tell him that it was perfect, he was perfect, but only a pathetic moan came out; you nodded quickly instead.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. "You look beautiful like this— so pretty for me."

A pained whine jumped out through your teeth— even though you felt good, his words brought back some of that ache from before, and your back arched up off the floor dramatically.

You were about to relax a bit and lay flat again, until you felt his hand move up your thigh, over your mound where his palm rested while his thumb brushed over your clit. Your body jolted; you were confident you'd never been that sensitive there before.

"Alpha!" you whimpered.

"Shh, it's okay," he soothed, "you need to come— it's gonna help you. You trust me, right? Let me help you."

But the feeling inside you was already pushing you to your limits— his cock was already so deep that it felt like it was going to hit the back of your brain or something.

He rubbed your clit as fast as he could, holding your hips steady with his other hand so you couldn't try to buck away from his touch. You convulsed and moaned, holding onto him with all your fading strength.

“Alpha, Alpha, please!” you sobbed. “It’s— too much!”

“No, you can take it,” he promised roughly under his breath. “Just come for me, let go, little omega— please, let go for your Alpha, this is what you need. You need to come for me— come, right now.”

Shivering and crying loudly, your body went limp— except for inside, where you were pulsing uncontrollably, bearing down on his thick length. It was so intense, it almost hurt, and yet it was your favorite pain you ever felt.

You hadn’t noticed that your hands were grabbing his arm until they let go, leaving just a bit of moisture on his sleeve from the clamminess. “Did you…?” he began to ask. “I mean, is it better now? It hurts less?”

You tried to process his questions, but you were still coming down from it, still catching your breath. “It’s… it’s a little better.”

“You need more?” he asked, and fuck, it was a totally genuine question, but the way he said it…

Nodding, you pulled him down on top of you and buried your face in his neck. “Just don’t stop,” you pleaded, “Alpha— don’t stop, m’gonna be good for you…”

It was impossible to define what compelled you to say that, but it didn’t really matter. Your first orgasm had numbed your body and mind enough to let you just submit to your instincts, to trust not only your Alpha, but your own body and its ability to do what it was made to do. It felt better, when you stopped worrying and accepted your place.

And no, despite what some sexists might say, your place was not beneath. Your place was not serving, pleasing, obeying. Your place was simply in his arms. Your place was with your Alpha.

“I— fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can last,” he admitted lowly. “You just… you feel so good, omega, you’re my omega, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Alpha,” you promised.

“Loved feeling you come on me,” he grunted through his teeth, “can you do it again? If I tell you to?”

“I’ll do— I’ll do a-anything you tell me to,” you stuttered as you tried to swallow past the dryness in your throat from panting so hard.

“Then come,” he demanded again, renewing the movements of his thumb on your clit— but honestly, you didn’t even need it. Just his voice, just an Alpha’s voice ordering you (as well as the overly-sensitive feeling your last orgasm had left behind) was enough to send you over the edge in just a few moments. He praised you all the way through it, every kind word like another shock of ecstasy through your body. “So good,” he said again, rough and deep as he rested his head on your shoulder, “so good for me, omega— feels so good when I make you come.”

You smiled through your exhaustion because it felt so good to make him feel good— to know you were pleasing him.

"You know what's gonna happen, don't you?" he whispered. "I'm gonna… knot you."

"Fuck, please," you choked.

"It might hurt a little," he warned, "but it's gonna— fuck, s'gonna be so good, if you just trust me."

"I trust you, Alpha," you promised. "Want your knot, please…"

“Beautiful,” he grunted as he fucked you harder and faster, “my beautiful omega— mine.”

You whined through your teeth, clutching his shoulders tighter. “Alpha!”

“Whose omega are you?”

“Y-yours,” you choked, “yours, Alpha, Alpha…”

“Tell me again,” he demanded.

“I’m yours! Yours, Eddie—”

He cut you off with a rough kiss right away; you didn’t even question it. You felt him coming inside you and your mind went blank, your body went crazy, your senses went haywire. He was coming inside you, and nothing had ever felt so good. You sobbed with joy, holding onto him tighter as you felt the base of his cock swelling— you already thought you were at your limits, and yet his knot kept growing inside you and you just kept taking it.

“Alpha,” you whispered with the last of your breath.

He couldn't move as much with the knot growing, keeping him buried inside you, but he still ever-so-slightly rocked your body, grinding his hips against yours.

You fell back onto his jacket on the floor with a sigh, panting so hard you thought your chest might not fit all the air you were gasping for. Finally you felt almost like yourself again, almost lucid, though still sort of numb all over; which, considering the incredible fullness inside you, was a good thing.

You tried to adjust your hips, wincing as it disturbed the delicate balance within you. Your bodies were interlocked now, and your returning logical mind remembered that this part might last for a while— that was the whole point, evolutionarily speaking.

“Fuck,” Eddie grunted, finally stilling completely and propping himself up on his arms above you. You watched him catch his breath, admiring the shape of his jaw, the way his lashes looked extra long when his eyes were shut and they fell over his cheeks; you reached up and brushed some hair away from his face, and that seemed to get his attention. “I-I’m sorry,” he blurted out.

“What? Eddie, no— thank you, thank you so much,” you sighed, “the pain’s gone.”

“For now,” he warned. “It’ll come back— if it’s anything like mine was. You’ll need more… a lot more.”

You worried, for a moment, that he was telling you that you needed more than he could give. You couldn’t imagine anyone or anything else helping you now— you needed him, that much was clear. You grabbed a handful of his shirt, and he looked down at that hand on him before he looked at your face again.

“I’ll take you home,” he said.

“Like this?” you panted. “What am I gonna tell my parents?”

“N-no, my home,” he corrected, and you were surprised, yet somehow you soothed at the same time. “I-it’s not much, just a trailer, but you can nest there and I can… I can take care of you.”

Your heart was singing; you’d never been cared for before. You never wanted to admit that you needed it.

You were sort of on autopilot; you’d been gathering random linens and clothes of Eddie’s and piling them on the corner of the bed. You couldn’t say exactly… why, but Eddie explained it was natural. At least when you were doing this, you weren’t so needy that he had to stay and hold you— he could actually go out and get some provisions for the both of you.

He told you that this whole thing could take up to a week, but you could stay here and Wayne was going to find somewhere to crash until you were done; he told you it was going to get worse before it got better, and come and go in waves. Most importantly, he told you that he would do whatever he could to help you.

You could hardly believe he was a near-total stranger to you this morning. There was still an awkwardness there, especially on his part, but you felt this impossible connection with him now— you felt so safe with him, in fact you never felt safe without him. Which was why you smiled with excitement the moment you heard his van pull up outside.

By the time he was at the door, you were already opening it for him. “Hi,” you beamed.

“Hey,” he smiled back, a bit more hesitant.

You reached for the grocery bags. “L-lemme help you with those—”

“Nooo way,” he denied as he lifted them over your head while he stepped past you, “let the big strong Alpha do it, sweetheart.”

The door swung shut and you thought you could swoon. Sweetheart. This kind of shit would’ve made you roll your eyes yesterday. Now you were such a sucker for it, and he was just being friendly.

“Plenty of food for the next few days,” he explained as he sorted the contents of his bag into either the pantry or fridge. “Nothing, you know, fancy, but… it’ll keep your energy up. And mine.”

You watched him, clutching your hands together in front of you, though you weren’t sure what exactly you were waiting on. You just liked watching him, really.

“Oh! I got some ice packs too,” he remembered. “You might get really hot, o-or crampy, so those can help a lot.”

“Okay,” you nodded, smiling. He shut the pantry door that he’d been leaning behind and looked over at you. After a quick moment, he stepped up in front of you, and you tilted your head back to look up at him; he smiled, and reached up to hold your face in his hand.

Looking straight forward, you were right at eye-level with his Hellfire Club shirt. You reached to where it ended, just beside his black faux-leather belt, and you started to lift it up off of him. Smirking a bit, he helped you take it off of him— you immediately held the ball of fabric up to your face, inhaling his scent. You hardly even noticed his toned chest dotted with hair and tattoos, you were too busy realizing you’d just found the perfect final piece for your nest.

You ran to the bedroom and pounced onto the bed, stuffing the shirt in with the other clothes and things, smiling contentedly as you buried yourself in them. A long, deep inhale filled your lungs with the smell of Alpha, and it made everything feel alright.

You felt the bed dip as Eddie climbed onto the mattress with you, and you poked your head out from your little cave. “Doin’ alright in there?” he asked, and you bit your lip as you nodded. “I’ll just leave you be until you need—”

“No,” you interjected quickly, grabbing his guitar pick necklace and tugging him closer. “No, stay here… you were just gone for so long…”

“Yeah, we needed food,” he reminded you.

“But I didn’t like you being gone,” you breathed.

“I thought you were okay with it! You said I could go,” he remembered.

“Y-yeah, but then, you know…” you trailed off. Your eyes wandered over his bare torso, over his arms and shoulders…

When you looked at his face again, he was smiling a little, and he reached up to push his hair out of his face. “But then?” he prompted.

“I just missed you more than I thought I would,” you sighed.

“Yeah?” he hummed, scooting up on the bed to be even closer to you. “I missed you more than I thought I would, too. I probably still reek of you— and your slick.”

You whimpered. “Do I smell like you?”

“You fucking better,” he said plainly, like it wasn’t so hot that your thighs quivered briefly.

He pulled you close to him, pressing your face against his chest; when you breathed in, you got a big whiff of his skin, of the heady scent of your Alpha. It silenced every anxiety in your mind and body, and you realized you’d never felt this comfortable— this safe— in your life. Something instinctive told you that you were going to be protected and loved; you felt whole.

You snuggled into his arms, nuzzling at his chest, and he sighed as he kissed your head. “You’re cute,” he informed you quietly, and you smiled as you looked up at him.

“Really?” you hummed, and he nodded. “You’re… big.”

He laughed. “I’m still getting used to it,” he admitted. “All of it.”

Your eyes drifted to his chest in front of you, and your fingers drew random shapes in his thin body hair— then moved to trace his tattoos. “What’s it like?” you asked. “Going through all this…”

"It's… honestly, it sucks," he laughed lightly. "It's like puberty all over again."

"Fuck."

"But worse."

"God," you whined, letting your head fall onto his chest. "Tell me I'm not gonna have to do this alone."

His hand reached up and pet your head. "You're not gonna have to do this alone."

Your heart hurt as you imagined him doing this alone— of course, presenting is different for Alphas and omegas, they have ruts while you have heats, but it must be similar compared to everything else.

"Are we gonna… do we need to talk about it?" he asked.

"About what?"

"About how we woke up this morning as basically total strangers," he replied. "About how I wasn't even sure if you knew my name. And now we… now I…"

You nodded against him. “It’s weird how right it feels. Like, I know I should be questioning it.” You tilted your head up to put your temple on his shoulder, so you could look at his face. “I know it shouldn’t make any sense. But it does.”

“Maybe it’s always like that,” he wondered.

“Maybe,” you offered.

He kissed your forehead. “Or,” he breathed, “maybe it’s just that you really were always supposed to be mine.”

You didn’t reply to that with words, just a shiver and an arm slipping around his torso to hold onto him tighter. As much as it was far too romantic for anything you were willing to believe, there was a growing mountain of evidence that implied he was right— that you were his from the start. First of all, you presented early, and suddenly, when you were close to him for a while.

His gentle kisses moved in a path down your face, finding your neck and teasing you there carefully. “Do you like being mine?” he asked softly. You nodded as you held onto him tighter, moaning when he dragged his teeth over your skin. “I’m so fuckin’ lucky, got this pretty omega all to myself. Every Alpha’s dream— sweet little cunt in heat to breed.”

He rolled you onto your back and descended on you, pressing his body weight into you, and you spread your legs without even thinking about it.

It wasn’t as bad as the first wave, but it still made you hot and needy, it still robbed you of logical thinking and turned you into a desperate, mewling little thing beneath him. You were too caught up in the dreamy fog of it all to even be embarrassed, to care about begging for him so pathetically— he didn’t even have to make you beg, he never teased you, he gave you everything you wanted. Still, you were a broken record: please, Alpha, fuck me— need you, Alpha, please, please—

“Knot me,” you begged, too, and he groaned as he held you tighter. “Please, s’the only thing that makes the pain go away, please? Alpha, give me your knot, wanna be full—”

“Shh,” he soothed, “I know, I know, baby… but maybe— fuck, maybe I should pull out this time.”

“No, please!” you sobbed. “Feels so good when your knot’s inside me, Alpha.”

“You could… you can get pregnant,” he reminded you thinly, even though it was sort of obvious— that’s the point of all this, biologically. “It’s not as likely your first heat, you’re still just presenting, but… you could.”

“I don’t care,” you breathed, “just please, Alpha, come in me again, please please—”

“Okay,” he promised with kisses all over your face, “it’s okay, I will, m’gonna help you. Just need you to come one more time first.”

“Can’t,” you shook your head, but then again, you’d said that last time and he still made you do it.

“C’mon, omega, just wanna feel one more? You can do it,” he cooed, “you can leak a little more slick with that pretty hole, I know you can, I know— it’s gonna hurt but it’s worth it, just one more…”

You were about to tell him you really couldn't do it, that three was your official limit, even though your heat-brain hated the idea of saying no to Alpha.

"Just one more," he pleaded, "for me, sweetheart?"

And before you knew it, you were nodding and bracing yourself, letting every sensation wash over you even though you might explode from being so overwhelmed. You didn't explode in a literal sense, but you almost felt like you did— it hit you like a train and you sobbed out his name pathetically as you tried to take it all.

His knot swelled inside you a moment later, bringing the only real relief you got from this. Eddie seemed to think that your orgasms were the key to staving off your heat-induced delirium, but it was his that soothed your body and mind the most.

Those moments you spent forced to be near him as you both waited for the swelling to go down enough for him to pull out… those were the moments you could think clearest, but your sanity was wasted on simply laying there letting him coo at you gently, praising you, kissing your face and neck. Those were the moments you really remembered that this was Eddie Munson, that guy in health class, a relative stranger— and everything you needed.

"Oh, it’s all messed up,” you mumbled as you looked up at the pile of clothes you’d carefully arranged on the bed, seeing it had toppled over in the heat of the moment. You tried to reach for it to fiddle with it, but Eddie laughed softly as he guided your face to look at him again.

“Welcome back,” he greeted, pecking the end of your nose with a kiss. “The nest can wait— just talk to me for a minute, please?”

You smiled and kissed him back on the lips— just for a second, until he held your face tighter with both hands and kissed you harder and longer. You hummed into it, feeling him smile against you, and he finally let go to nuzzle his face into your neck. “Your hair is tickling me,” you complained as you tried to sputter enough to get one wayward wavy strand out of your mouth, but he shook his head just to make it even worse; you giggled and turned your face away, still getting pelted with hair as you laughed harder. “Stop!” you whined, feeling his hands hold you at either side to keep you pinned under him.

He only stopped when he suddenly rolled onto his back, holding you tight and pulling you with him— you still couldn’t separate from each other, and so you were laying on his chest and straddling his hips with your weak legs. “I can feel it when you laugh, you know,” he told you, still smiling. “Inside.”

You shivered, holding him tighter. Why was that so hot? You clenched, intentionally, to see if he’d react, and he hissed in a little breath. “You can feel that?” you realized, and he nodded.

You did it again, and he hissed and gripped your hips. “Don’t do that,” he warned, “unless you want me to fuck you again.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, he grinned back at you.

“Okay, wait,” he breathed, “that was basically asking you to do it. Just… wait until the knot goes down, okay? I don’t recover as fast as you.”

You nodded, resting your chin on his chest and blinking up at him as he sighed and relaxed under you. His hands stroked your back, mostly mindlessly, while you found yourself reaching up to play with his hair.

“Are you still gonna want me around?” he asked suddenly, looking down at you again. “When the heat’s over.”

You hesitated, opening your mouth and then shutting it again.

“I shouldn’t ask that now,” he sighed, shaking his head slightly as if frustrated with himself. “You can’t know yet. I guess what I’m trying to say is… if you just want this to be… this, that’s okay. I can help you out and then we can go our separate ways.”

You swallowed thickly; he made it sound easy, but imagining it was impossible. You couldn’t be separate from him, it would be excruciating.

“But, you know, if you wanna… go out sometime,” he stumbled over his words, “a-after this is all over, and we can leave the house again—”

“Are you asking me out?” you realized, eyes widening.

“Um,” he stalled, laughing slightly, “yeah. Trying to, at least.”

“You’re literally inside me right now,” you reminded him, “and you’re hesitating to ask me to be your girlfriend.”

“Woah, woah,” he scoffed as he raised his hands, “I just said a date, let’s not rush things—”

You laughed and shoved his face away in punishment, but he held you by your wrists and sat up, keeping you perched in his lap as he kissed you— both of you still giggling a bit as you moved your lips together.

One week later…

"You understand why your case is so important to us," the doctor explained, smiling politely as he looked at you. "Presenting at eighteen is rare enough, even for someone with a much higher likelihood of having ESD. But with two beta parents… those odds make winning the lottery seem likely."

Eddie had already joked about buying some Powerball tickets, but you still weren't sure if this was all incredible luck or misfortune. That said, you did feel better with his arm around your shoulders; he'd insisted on coming into the exam room with you, despite the exasperated nurse explaining you were meant to come in alone. You were impressed she stood up to an Alpha for as long as she did, but she gave in eventually, and you were thankful for it.

"If you don't mind, we'd like to run some tests," the doctor continued. "If we understand your unique case, we may understand the entire concept of dimorphism better. Would you give your consent for our research?"

You were swinging your legs as they hung off the exam table, watching your bare feet brush against Eddie's shoes; the hospital gown wasn't enough to shield you from the coldness and sterility of the air, and you leaned harder into Eddie for warmth. Looking up at the man in the white coat, you only hesitated a second before nodding.

"We'll need a few blood samples," the doctor enumerated as you sighed through another understanding nod, "and a cervical sample."

"Cervical?" Eddie repeated.

"Yes, from the cervix? It's—"

"I know what the cervix is," Eddie frowned. "How would this sample be collected?"

"Um, well, I would insert a brush up the—"

"Nope," Eddie interrupted firmly, "no, no way."

"I—" the doctor started.

"Nothing's going up anything, okay? Nothing's going… in her."

"I understand that you're feeling protective at the moment," the doctor sighed. "That's a normal hormonal reaction."

You blinked and stared down into your lap, where Eddie's hand was holding yours tightly, just under the plastic bracelet that had your information on it. Name, birthday, patient ID number, and of course, sex. You expected to see an F there, like you always had on any form or ID or paperwork. You were still getting used to what you saw instead: O.

A normal hormonal reaction. Does that mean it's not really real? That it's a phase that passes, and you'll just be strangers again?

You squeezed Eddie's hand, feeling him squeeze yours back; it felt so real now, though. You couldn't imagine life without this, even though that's exactly what your life had been until just a week ago.

"That said," the doctor continued, "she needs to make her own medical decisions. If we feel that your presence is putting her under any duress, and therefore interfering with her right to informed consent and medical privacy, we will have you removed from the premises."

You almost wanted to see them try, three beta security guards versus one Alpha running on mating instincts. But you shook your head and spoke up instead. "It's alright," you interjected, "I— I don't want an internal exam, please. But you can take as much blood as you need."

Even that seemed to frustrate Eddie, who huffed a little and gently squeezed your shoulder, but kept his mouth shut. The doctor smiled. "It won't be that much," he assured, "just a few vials. And a cheek swab, if that doesn't count as internal."

“That’s fine,” you nodded.

When the doctor left to get the tools needed to draw your blood, you laid your head on Eddie's shoulder as he gently played with your hair.

"I don't think that guy likes me too much," Eddie whispered, making you smile and tilt your face into the crook of his neck.

"He's just trying to make sure you're not controlling me," you assured.

"But compared to your parents he's, like, my biggest fan," Eddie added, and you smacked him lightly on the chest as you laughed.

"Shut up," you mumbled, "they don't hate you… they're just trying to understand all this. So am I, honestly."

One of his strong hands came up to hold your face, thumb petting your temple, as he kissed the top of your head. Wayne had been the first to deliver the news to your parents, and you would never have enough money in your life to repay him for being the one to knock on their door and say hey, funny story, your daughter's an omega and she's currently getting her brains fucked out by my nephew, anyways see you in a week when she gets her logical reasoning back and also might be pregnant, toodaloo.

(You figured he found a better way to say it than that, but still, that was probably what they heard.)

It was a couple days before you were stable long enough to go over there yourself, Eddie close by your side the whole time, trying to explain it as best you could in a way they would understand. They, too, had made Eddie leave to speak with you alone— even though it made you feel like you had to leave your heart in the other room— and asked you if somehow he was making you do this. It seemed like no matter what you said, people had trouble believing that Eddie saved you, that you needed him now and that he needed you, too.

Not that you could really blame them, because it wasn't something you could put into words, either. You just felt it. It was basic, natural instinct. It's like trying to explain why you eat multiple times a day or why you have to get up and walk to be able to cross the room.

You were snuggled up in Eddie's arms when a nurse came in, rolling a cart with the essentials for a blood draw on top. You bit your lip when you saw four vials, knowing how those were going to get filled.

"Are you afraid of needles?" she asked.

"I… have a healthy respect for them," you replied, making her laugh a bit.

"That's fair," she nodded, grabbing your wrist and gently pulling your arm so she could wipe down the area she was going to prick.

You turned your face into his chest, closing your eyes, since you figured looking would only make it worse.

As she tied your arm and searched for the vein, Eddie held your head to his shoulder tightly, soothing you gently. "It's okay," he whispered against your head, "you're okay…"

He winced almost as hard as you did when she finally did it, and you knew that this was hurting him, too. You felt the same way when he accidentally cut his finger, or when he told you about some of the more difficult stories from his past; his pain was your pain.

"All done!" the nurse announced with a little too much chipperness as she untied the tight rubber from your arm and taped down a cotton ball to the small dot of a wound.

You exhaled slowly, and Eddie kissed your cheek. "You did so good, sweetheart," he praised.

"That's sweet," the nurse cooed, sweetness quickly slipping into condescension. "I guess you two are mates, huh?"

You wished you had the guts to blurt out the first snarky thing you thought of: No, he's my tax attorney. Of course he's my mate, are you blind?

"Yeah," you offered shyly instead.

"How long have you been going out?" she asked, making conversation half-heartedly as she cleaned up the rolling cart and threw away what she didn't need.

"We haven't actually, uh, had a chance to go on a real date yet," Eddie interjected, making you wince and look down. "Unless this counts— but I was thinking something a little more traditional for our first date than a drive to the hospital and a blood draw."

The nurse made a little face, like she was trying to be nice, not even looking at you. "Well, that's… sweet… I'm surprised they let you back here together."

"Doctor Ali knew it was important to me," you explained quickly.

She nodded. "You're young… everything feels important when you're that age."

"What does that mean?" Eddie snapped.

"Well, it's just that… you know, first love and all," she shrugged.

"You don't get it," Eddie laughed coldly. "You're a beta, you could never understand. It's different for us— we mate for life."

Your throat caught. If that was true, it never came up in health class…

You waited until Eddie was driving you home to bring it up— but you’d been imagining asking about it ever since he said it.

"Do we really…?" you asked, looking down at your hands in your lap as you sat still in the passenger seat. "Are we mates for life now?"

He swallowed, glancing down. "We don't have to be. It's not like every omega stays with the first Alpha they meet— actually, maybe most of them don’t. But that’s how it used to be, back in the day— mates stayed together, always.”

That sounded nice; your heart beat a little faster just imagining it.

“I just…” he began, trailing off and starting over. “I'm starting to wonder if it wasn't a coincidence. Even if it seems pretty random— we didn't know each other at all, before— I think it happened for a reason."

You shivered, but nodded in agreement. “I think so, too.”

"I think you're supposed to be mine."

You smiled, looking down into your lap shyly once again. “I don’t know about supposed to, but… I know that I want to be.”

“Let me remind you, one more time,” he smirked, “that we barely know each other.”

But you knew everything that mattered about each other, and so you smiled to yourself. “I don’t care,” you insisted.

You blinked quickly, looking at him and out the window, when you realized he was pulling the van over. When you were parked on the side of the road, he leaned over the console and held your cheek in one hand as you looked up at him. His face was determined, yet soft; his eyes were even bigger than you remembered. “Do you wanna be my mate? Really?”

“Eddie,” you sighed, “of course— can’t you tell?”

“No, I know,” he shook his head, “I just mean that if we do this— if we really do this, the whole mated pair thing— it’s just you and me, for the long haul. Together.”

You reached up and put your own hand on top of his. “That’s what I want.”

“And I should warn you now,” he added, “that if you let me… I’m gonna breed you.”

You shivered. “I… I want that, too.”

He growled, quiet but enough for you to hear and gasp as it seemed to rattle through your body, as he pulled you into a kiss. You whimpered into it, clutching at his jacket needily until he smiled at you. “Sweetheart,” he whispered, and you shivered again.

“F-fuck, Eddie, can we…? Now?” you asked.

“Here?” he smirked. “In the van?”

You glanced at the back for just a split second, but he noticed, and laughed lowly in that way that made your thighs clench together.

“You wanna get in the back?” he noticed, and you nodded, looking at him again with half-lidded eyes. “I really don’t deserve you— it’s not fair, you know, me having the sweetest omega in the world all to myself.”

“Just take me,” you pleaded, sick of the teasing, desperate for him to make good on that promise to breed you— logic be damned. “Alpha…”

“Shh,” he soothed, kissing your neck instead as you melted into his arms, “m’right here, sweetheart.”

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