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Everybody Hurts

Chapter 17

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Summary: You needed to escape, escape from your life, your messy divorce, and all the pitying looks. Looks you couldn't ignore when everyone in town had known you and Cam, had known your shame and failure. So, you took the first job you could get, teaching third grade in a town called Hawkins. Little did you know, you were walking right into another messy situation, a messy situation with big brown eyes and long dark waves. But he's resistant, at times unbearable and you start getting curious about the town's past, his past, especially when things don't start adding up.

18+ Only for eventual smut

Next chapter: 12/20

Word Count: 7K

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Nerves fluttered in your stomach as Eddie opened up the passenger door, offering you his hand. You took it, hopping down off the seat, your feet hitting the asphalt of the road with a thud. Your eyes peered up at Steve’s house with trepidation, the very idea of facing all of them after your epic and entirely embarrassing outburst at The Hideout making you want to lose the grilled cheese that Eddie had cooked for you as a late lunch.

It was a nice house. It looked like a basic American Craftsman with some touches of Spanish colonial. The colors were all earth tones, rusty orange siding with forest green details in the shutters, railings, and columns. You spotted a small balcony on the side that would be perfect for late night stargazing or watching the sun rise high into the sky with your morning coffee warming your hands. There was no garden but the front walk was lined with small trees, inviting and warm.

“Hey,” Eddie said, squeezing your hand in an attempt to assure you as if he knew the panic that was raging through your body. “It’s gonna be fine. Seriously. These guys aren’t going to care about any of that. And if anybody should be ashamed, it should be me. You just yelled. I’m the one who acted like an asshole. If they’re still happy to see me, they’re going to be overjoyed to see you. Nancy and Robin have been pestering me daily because you won’t answer their calls. Trust me. They’re going to be over the damn moon to see you.”

You hoped he was right. Not only had you acted like a lunatic in front of them, then you'd completely ghosted all of them. You had only done it as an act of self-preservation, trying to keep yourself from looking the part of the fool that you felt so deeply. It had nothing to do with any of them. But how would they not feel offended that you'd disappeared on them? You would have definitely taken it personally if the roles were reversed. They’d been so kind to you, welcomed you in, and then you'd just ghosted all of them.

“I guess we’ll see,” you muttered softly.

“Seriously, you should have heard the tongue lashing Nancy gave me. She backed me up against the wall at the bar, her finger jabbing my chest so hard she left bruises. Man, that woman might be tiny but she is scary as hell. Then Robin started in on me, then Gareth ripped me a new one, and then I had to listen to Mama Harrington lecture me about being a good man. It was fucking painful, man.”

Your face cracked into a smile, a quiet giggle escaping despite your fear. Leave it to him to make you laugh, to put you at ease, when you were feeling anything but. When Eddie had mentioned heading over to Steve’s, you had tried everything you could think of to talk him out of it, including pulling off your shirt but he would not be deterred. Apparently, everyone was heading over for a cook-out and some drinks. They were all expecting Eddie but no one knew that you were accompanying him. He had a great plan to surprise them all, to remedy his screw-up, and to make everything better for you. He was assuming it would be a good surprise but that remained to be seen.

What if they were all done with you? They barely knew you and you'd managed to dig into secrets that made them uncomfortable, create drama between them all, and then ignored them when they tried to reach out. What reason did you give them to want to keep you around? You'd given them no reason to. It wouldn’t be hard to drop someone you’d only met a few weeks ago. None of them would be feeling any great loss if you were no longer there.

“Is it bad if it brings me pleasure that it was painful for you?” you teased, leaning into his side, your cheek resting against the soft fabric of his shirt, a stark contrast to the muscle of his bicep beneath it.

A chuckle shook Eddie’s chest, his lips ghosting over your forehead, “Nah. I guess I did kind of deserve it.”

“Damn right you did,” you stated, poking him in the ribs, grinning when he arched his body away from you with a shriek. Oh, he was ticklish. That was good information to have and use to your advantage at a later time.

You stepped up onto the porch and Eddie looked down at you, “Ready?”

You nodded even though you felt anything but. You wanted to bolt, race down the sidewalk and away but before you could even process that, Eddie was knocking on the door and it swung wide open, Steve revealed behind it. With one hand on the door and the other on his hip, you watched as his face lit up upon seeing you and then his eyes trailed down to where your and Eddie’s hands were clasped together.

“Holy shit! It’s about damn time!” he exclaimed with a wide grin, his head shaking back and forth slightly. “I thought you two idiots would never figure it out.” Steve turned his head to look over his shoulder. “Munson and Sam finally got their shit together!”

A chorus of cheers, about times, and finallies could be heard from just beyond the door. You flushed as Eddie smiled down at you, an ‘I told you so’ look of arrogance on his face that should annoy you but he just looked so damn cute doing it. You shoved him gently with the hand he didn’t have a hold of, snorting and shaking your head. Of course he wouldn't be able to pass up rubbing this in.

Then Nancy and Robin were there, pulling on your arms, yanking you into the house. They wrapped you in a hug from either side and all of the anxiety you'd been feeling seeped out of your body like water being wrung from a sponge. You squealed, gasping for a breath as both girls squeezed you as tightly as they could.

“I’m happy to see you guys too but I can’t breathe,” you choked out.

They pulled back, laughing, Nancy saying, “Sorry. We were just so worried.”

“Yeah, when you didn’t answer the phone this afternoon, Nancy declared we were showing up on your doorstep tomorrow and we weren’t leaving until you answered,” Robin told you. With a raise of her eyebrows, she hooked her thumb toward the brown curly headed girl. “And trust me, this one can be scary when she doesn’t get her way. She would have broken in if she had to.”

“Then I guess it’s lucky I showed up when I did,” you laughed.

“Damn right,” Nancy huffed, her hand coming to your shoulder and shoving firmly enough to send you stumbling back. Damn, she was freakishly strong for being so small. “You don’t get to disappear on us like that. I don’t care what happened with you and Eddie. That doesn’t change that we’re friends. I’ve lost enough people in my life and I won’t lose anymore.”

You swallowed hard, remembering Nancy telling you about her best friend who vanished only to be found dead later. She had to have known people in the mall fire in a town this small. She definitely knew the boy who was murdered ten years ago as they were together at the trailer park. This girl had suffered immense loss at far too young of an age. Of course she’d panicked when you suddenly vanished and that only made you feel like an even bigger shit.

“I’m sorry,” you told your friend, meaning it with every fiber of your being, your hand coming to Nancy’s bicep, squeezing lightly. “That wasn’t fair to any of you. I was just so damn embarrassed that you all knew that I’d…well, I thought I’d let some guy pull the wool over my eyes again. I assumed Eddie was a womanizer and you all knew and you would think I was an idiot for believing him.”

“Eddie?” snorted Max as she walked up, slinging an arm around your waist in a side hug. “Eddie Munson, the biggest nerd to ever walk the Earth? Dungeon master and geek club leader Eddie? You thought he was a womanizer?” She threw her head back, laughing.

“Well, I mean he is in a band,” you stated in an attempt to defend yourself, narrowing your eyes down at Max who was turning red, her laughter taking over her whole body. “Women love a guy who plays guitar.”

“They also love a guy who plays DnD, is socially awkward as hell, completely lacks any self-awareness, and will talk obnoxiously for hours about things like heavy metal, government control, and Lord of the Rings?” challenged Max, her hand slipping from your side to rest on her hip, eyebrows raising.

“Maybe. I mean, girls are into a lot of different things. Look, he totally has the bad boy thing going for him. He’s got the long hair, the chunky rings, the leather jacket,” you argued, gesturing to where Eddie stood with Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Will.

Nancy’s lips pressed together in amusement, watching as Eddie wrapped an arm around Mike’s head, placing the lanky guy in a headlock while the boy struggled. He brought his other hand up, rubbing it vigorously over the top of Mike’s black hair until Mike yelled out for mercy. Then he released the kid, his head thrown back with laughter just as Lucas jumped onto Eddie’s back and he roared, reaching behind him.

“Yeah, totally a bad boy,” Nancy mused with a roll of her eyes. “Sorry hon. You didn’t snag yourself a bad boy. You snagged yourself a man-child.”

“Oh, man-child. Are we talking about Eddie or Dustin or, honestly, it could be Mike,” El interjected, red solo cup in her hand, as she and Suzie approached their group.

“Or Lucas,” Max groaned, watching as Eddie spun, her boyfriend on his back, arms locked around his neck, legs locked around his middle until Eddie backed into the wall, crushing the guy between him and the plaster until Lucas cried uncle.

“Dusty-Bun may be immature sometimes but it’s just because he’s so young at heart. And he more than makes up for any immaturity with his incredible intellect and his very romantic nature,” Suzie stated and you noticed how the group just smiled endearingly at her.

“It’s not like mine’s any better. Him and Argyle are out back and you know what that means,” Nancy added with a laugh. “I’m surprised Eddie didn’t make a beeline for them straight away. Those three can usually be found in the sacred circle around the firepit.”

“You think that one’s any better? And for some reason, I have to claim him,” Robin sighed, hooking her thumb in the direction of Steve, standing in the kitchen, pulling out lettuce, tomato, onion, all the fixings for burgers on the grill.

You looked at her, confused, “He’s just getting ready to grill. I mean, looks very adult to me.”

Robin’s chin tilted down, snorting, “Yeah. Okay. Steve is very responsible, maybe too responsible. I got over here earlier and he was stressing out over how Lucas told him he was just going to charge a vacation for him and Max on a credit card and then he’d have time to pay it off. Apparently, they don’t have the money right now but he still wants to go. Lucas’s version is if you always wait to have the money, you’ll never do anything. You should have heard Steve. ‘He just thinks credit cards are free money or something. He doesn’t understand the interest he’ll be paying. He could be paying that trip off for years and wind up paying more than double what it actually coasts. This is why you budget and save for things like that.’ Seriously, the guy needs to join the sacred circle more often because he needs to chill.”

“Wait.” Max’s hand came up, her face suddenly tight. “I’m sorry. Lucas wants to do what? Excuse me.”

The girls watched as Max stormed over to the guys in the living room, grabbing onto Lucas’s ear. The poor guy yelped, wincing, as she dragged him out the front door, clearly in for a mouthful. They all looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

“Oops,” Robin smirked with a shrug. “Guess she didn’t know about the vacation plan.”

“What the hell was that about with Sinclair and Red?” asked Eddie, walking up and tossing his arm casually over your shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if it belonged there, and you couldn’t deny how much you enjoyed it. You couldn’t deny how much you wanted this, all of this, to become natural, a part of your everyday life.

“Apparently, Lucas was planning a trip for the two of them but they don’t actually have the money to go right now. So, he was just going to charge it all to a credit card,” Nancy explained. “I guess Max didn’t know and Robin spilled the beans.”

“Damn, Buckley, that’s cold,” Eddie chuckled, thumb running along your arm absently. “How are you going to just rat out my man like that?”

Robin held her hands out beside her, “I didn’t know that she didn’t know. I was just mocking Steve for freaking out about it. Mr. Mom in there couldn’t handle one of his little chicks being so irresponsible with money.”

“To be fair, that is really irresponsible. Credit cards are for emergencies only or using them and paying them off right away to build credit. They’re not just for flying fancies that you can’t afford. It’s a slippery slope into a mountain of debt that you’ll be able to get out from under,” Nancy defended.

“Of course it is,” Robin mocked with a slow nod of her head. “Should have known you’d agree with Steve. It’s a wonder why you two didn’t make it, honestly. You’d think the responsible, follow the rules, parents of the group would have been the perfect match but then our Nancy throws everyone for a loop and goes for the stoner.”

“Speaking of, I’m going to go find Jonathan and Argyle,” Eddie grinned, tongue darting out between his teeth. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll be back.”

“Told you Eddie can’t resist the call of Mary Jane,” Nancy told you with a roll of her eyes.

You laughed, “Hey. I’m going to go see if Steve needs any help with the food.”

“Aww, such a good little dinner guest. You go right ahead. Good luck. I’ve learned not to get in that man’s way when he’s cooking,” Robin stated, eyes wide, taking a drink from her cup. “Come on girls. Let’s go upstairs and check out our game options before the guys choose Dragon Strike or something else similarly nerdy and nauseating.”

You watched Suzie and El trail behind Nancy and Robin up the stairs of Steve’s house before making your way into the kitchen. Steve stood at the counter, chopping up the tomatoes into perfectly thin slices for the burgers. His head lifted, a smile appearing as he caught sight of you.

“Hmm…it would appear that someone finally saw what everyone else did, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh shut it, Steve.”

“I’m just saying, I was right. You two annoyed each other too much. You were at each other’s throats too much, denying it too much, for it not to be an attraction thing, trying to act like you couldn’t stand each other like we all couldn’t see what was really going on.” He snorted, moving on to the lettuce, running it under the tap in the sink before tearing off large pieces. “We all saw it and when I confronted Eddie about it, he was way too defensive. I saw right through him.”

“You confronted him about me? Why?”

“Because he got all grouchy with me about you. He kept making these snide little comments, asking if we’d hooked up yet, asking what I was waiting for.” He rolled his sleeves up, his eyes moving along with them. “Look, Eddie’s not exactly hard to read. Man wears his emotions on his sleeve. You’d have to be blind not to know when something’s bugging him. It didn’t take a genius like Henderson to figure out he was jealous, thinking I was taking the girl he was interested in. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I thought about asking you out but once I saw how he felt, I backed off. Glad I did too. You two just seem right. I think you’ll be good for him. Man could use some good in his life.”

You knew what Steve was talking about because Eddie had made multiple comments about Steve to you too. It hadn’t made sense at the time but now you knew he was digging for information, trying to see if the two of you were a thing. He’d just assumed that you would be attracted to the pretty boy. And why wouldn’t he? That was the guy you'd married but after Cam, you wanted nothing more than everything that was the complete opposite of him. And Eddie, well, him and Cam could not be more different, in all the best ways possible.

You hopped up on a stool, resting your forearms on top of the speckled brown counter. Steve had a kitchen that had jealousy burning within you. Oak cabinets, stainless steel appliances, a light wood floor. It put your own kitchen to shame. You would need to find a second job if you wanted to update your kitchen. More likely you would have to do it piece by piece as you could afford it. A kitchen like this would cost a pretty penny, far more than you made in six months as a teacher.

“This kitchen is fantastic,” you told him, Steve glancing up from the cutting board where he’d moved on to slicing onions. “Was it like this when you bought it?”

“No,” he laughed, “definitely not. It looked like I’d walked through a time portal and straight into the seventies when I bought it. I remodeled it.”

“Damn, that must have cost quite a bit.”

He shrugged, “I mean, yeah, but I saved quite a bit too because I did most of the work. Eddie and Jonathan helped quite a bit. Labor is always where they really get you. I probably paid a third of what I would have by putting in the work myself. It took a few months between everyone’s work schedules but we got it done.”

“I know what you mean. My kitchen is horribly outdated. It’s barely even workable. I would love to remodel my kitchen but there’s no way I could afford to have someone else do it. And, while I am more than willing to put in the work, I wouldn’t have the foggiest idea what I’m doing with some of it.” You sighed wistfully. “Who knows? Maybe someday, far into the future, I’ll be able to pay for something like that. Until then, I’ll just have to make do with my birch cabinets and avocado green counters. At least the appliances are newer.”

Steve paused, lips pouting in thought, “You wouldn’t have to wait that long. I bet we could do it if we all help. I mean, it could take a while. But between all of us, we could definitely knock out a kitchen renovation.”

“Oh no. That’s way too much, Steve. I appreciate the offer but I can’t possibly ask all of you to donate your time like that,” you insisted, shaking your head.

This group of people were so kind, had been so wonderful to you, and you could never thank them enough for readily accepting you into their group. They’d given you hope for your future. They’d made you feel alive again, made you feel as if you could move on, could have a life beyond Cam and your failed choices. They'd given you a place to belong. They helped you find your strength to take that step forward. And knowing them had brought the possibility of…no, you couldn’t bring herself to say that word, not yet.

You couldn’t bring yourself to hope for something that big, not yet. This thing with Eddie was new. You were excited to see where it led and you hoped it could be the beginning of something, that maybe, just maybe, he could be the one. Maybe you'd chosen wrong but maybe it was because your life was always meant to lead you here, to him. That was such a wonderful thought. There was a spark of excitement and possibility but you had to tread carefully, baby steps, not scare Eddie off.

But it was hard because you had never felt with Cam the way you did with Eddie. It was a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and anticipation all at once. You couldn’t stop thinking about him, longing for the next time his lips found yours, the next time his hands touched you. He was like a drug and you were hopelessly addicted. It both thrilled and terrified you because you'd never experienced anything like this before. You knew you were already in too deep and with that came the possibility of your heart shattering once again. But something about him made you feel he was worth that risk. You were ready to close your eyes and leap off the cliff. You just hoped Eddie was there to catch you at the bottom.

“What are you talking about?” Steve asked, bursting through your thoughts. “That’s ridiculous. Of course we would help you. That’s what friends do and you’re one of us now.”

“Not really. I mean, you’ve only known me for about a month and I know I’m…” What were you doing with Eddie? Were you just hanging out? Were you a couple? The only time you'd brought it up he’d said you didn’t need to label it and maybe you didn’t. He’d told you he wasn’t going anywhere so that had to mean you were together, right? “I’m…hanging out with Eddie.”

“Hanging out?” Steve’s shoulders shook with the laugh that rumbled out of him. “Is that what it’s called now? Huh, I must be getting too old to keep up with the young kid’s lingo these days.”

You grabbed a dish towel from the counter and threw it at him, hitting him in his handsome face. “Shut up. I don’t know what to call us, okay? We haven’t exactly defined anything so for now, hanging out seems the most appropriate definition. Anyway, I definitely don’t know you all well enough to expect you to donate hours of your time to help me with some huge project at my house. I know Nancy and Robin helped with my garden but that was a few hours. This would be months. It’s way too much.”

“Well, it’s too bad you don’t get to make that decision. Trust me, the minute I mention it, they will all be in. That’s what we do. Just provide food and drinks and everyone who can will show up. And with me as your foreman, I’ll make sure that boyfriend…” He leaned over the counter, pointing at you with the dish towel tightly in his fist. “Yes, I said boyfriend because that’s what it is. Let’s stop kidding ourselves. Hanging out is for friends and you two are far past friends. I’ll make sure your boyfriend doesn’t nail his own hand to the wall or something. And I’ll make sure it’s all done right.”

“I don’t know,” you countered, really not wanting these people to think you were just using them or something.

“I do know. So, just let me handle it, okay?”

“Fine. Do you need any help?” you asked, remembering what you'd come into the kitchen for in the first place before you got distracted with his kitchen.

Steve glanced around the kitchen, “You want to mix up the pasta salad?”

“Sure.”

You hopped down from the stool, coming around the counter just as Steve opened a high cabinet. He stretched up onto his tip toes, his hand reaching, causing his shirt to rise up, exposing a strip of the skin along his abdomen. You audibly gasped when your eyes caught sight of the pale scars that covered it, perfectly matching the scars that Eddie had on various parts of his body.

Steve’s eyes shot over at your gasp, following your line of sight down to his stomach. When he realized what you were looking at, he dropped down onto flat feet, pulling his sweatshirt down quickly but the damage had been done. There was no unseeing what you'd just seen, no putting that Pandora back into the damn box. How could he and Eddie have the same exact scars?

“Steve…how did you get those scars?” you asked, stepping into him as he stepped back into the counter, eyes widening with panic when he realized there was nowhere to run or hide from your question.

“What? I…oh…uh…”

His eyes darted around the kitchen like a wild animal desperate to find an escape. You took a step closer, your own eyes narrowing in suspicion, refusing to let him out of this. You were so sick and tired of all the secrets and lies. If you were going to be a part of this group, the way he claimed you were, the way they all claimed you were, shouldn’t you know what the hell had happened? If they really wanted to be your friend, why didn’t they trust you enough to be honest? Every time you thought you could be okay with not knowing, had put it all in the back of your mind, something else reared its head, reminding you, pestering you. You couldn't stand it.

“The scars,” you repeated. “Where did they come from?”

“Eddie told you about the raccoons, right?”

Your eyes slipped closed, a long, aggravated breath escaping from your lips, because you knew it was bullshit. All of it was bullshit. You'd known it was bullshit from the moment Eddie had told you about the raccoons but tried to accept it, but only an idiot would keep accepting these flimsy claims. There was no way raccoons did that to two grown men. How many of them could there possibly have been? Steve and Eddie maybe would have gotten bitten once, twice, but they would have kicked or thrown those little bastards. There was no way Eddie would have the amount of scars he did from some little woodland creatures.

“Can you please stop with all the bullshit?” you pleaded. “I know you’re all lying to me. I just don’t know why. The disappearances, the toxic chemicals, the lab, the mall fire, the murders…none of it makes any sense. Don’t try to tell me raccoons did this to you too because there is no way.”

“Sam…” Steve warned, shaking his head. “Trust me, you don’t want to go there. Just let it go.”

“Why? Why don’t I want to go there? Eddie said he wouldn’t tell me because he wouldn’t put anyone else at risk. What does that even mean? Why would telling me put me at risk? Is the murderer still out there? It’s been a decade. How is that possible and if it is, shouldn’t I know if some psycho is running around Hawkins? Did he come after you two? Is that where your scars are really from?”

Steve’s head dropped, large hands covering his face, the muscles of his arms tense. You knew you were pushing him and maybe you should feel bad about it but you couldn’t manage it. What could possibly be so bad that they couldn’t even talk about it? It happened ten years ago. Some of it happened even longer ago than that. Why were they all still so scared to speak about it? Why did Eddie think it would put you in danger? Why did they feel the need to lie?

“It’s not that simple,” Steve said, his head lifting, eyes finding yours, willing you to just forget you saw anything, to just walk away. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you. Trust me, you don’t want to know. I promise you. You can’t unknow it once it’s said. You’d run straight out of this town as fast as you could if you knew. Either you’d be terrified or you’d think we all needed to be committed.”

“Why do any of you want me around if you don’t trust me enough to tell me, to believe you? You keep telling me I am one of you, that I am part of this group, but you keep secrets and you lie.”

“It’s not that we don’t trust you. I swear. Shit. I wish I could tell you. I wish we could just be honest. None of us likes lying but there’s no way to explain this so that it makes sense to you.”

“Then just explain it. Where did those scars come from?”

“Bats.”

“Bats?” you asked, even more confused than before. Bats were just a different animal. Same story, different mammal. “So instead of rabid raccoons you expect to believe that rabid bats attacked you two?”

“It’s true. The bats were…not like your normal bats.”

“Why? Because they were affected by the toxic chemicals?”

Steve’s eyes widened and he nodded emphatically, as if you'd just given him the out he was looking for, “Yeah. Yeah. Those chemicals were really bad, you know? They killed Barb.”

“They killed a fully grown human but not the bats?” you interrogated suspiciously, folding your arms over your chest, fully aware that you were just being bullshitted all over again. “What was so special about the bats that they survived exposure?”

Steve shrugged, mouth pursed, hands out in front of him, the strangest sound coming from him, a cross between a whine and a grunt. Jesus Christ. None of them were ever going to tell you what was actually going on. You were always going to be on the outside, the one who didn’t get to know, the one they kept in the dark.

“Steve!” you yelled, slapping your hands down on the counter so loudly that he jumped. “Come on! Do you all really think I’m an idiot?”

“Whoa, what’s going on down here?” asked Nancy as the girls made their way back down the stairs. “We heard yelling. Is…” She paused, looking between you and Steve. “Is everything okay?”

The front door opened, Max and Lucas stepping inside. Lucas looked properly chastised but both of them were also looking between the two people in the kitchen, clearly having heard your outburst. Then the back door opened and closed as Eddie, Jonathan, and Argyle came down the hallway and into the kitchen. Shit. You'd just managed to get past one very public, crazy meltdown and now you were in the middle of another.

“Is someone fighting?” asked Argyle. “We got more stuff if someone needs to chill out, man. No need for tension. Tension is not allowed in the sacred circle. Just let Puff the Magic Dragon take you on a wave of relaxation.”

“Everything’s fine,” you muttered, glaring over at Steve who flinched. You snatched the bowl from his hands, slamming it down on the counter. “I’m just helping get the pasta salad together.”

“Oookkkaaayyy…” came Eddie’s voice from behind you.

“Steve?” asked Robin with concern.

“It’s fine Robs,” he said, grabbing a container of pasta, a cucumber, olives, cherry tomatoes, and Italian dressing from the fridge and placing them on the counter next to the bowl. “Just a conversation that got a little lively. That’s all. Seriously, it’s fine.”

“Doesn’t seem fine,” Dustin argued, eyes narrowing. “She was definitely yelling at you. What did you do?”

“Henderson, why do you always assume I’m to blame?”

“Shit, it’s just nice it’s not me for once,” chuckled Eddie.

You seethed, dumping the pasta in, trying to focus on your task. Not a single one of them was going to tell you anything so what was the point? They wanted you here, at least they acted like they did, but then they all lied to you all the time. You grabbed the knife, chopping the cucumber with force, each slice feeling satisfying, a release of the tension and anger that stirred within you.

“Hey, princess,” Eddie said softly as he slipped up behind you, his hand coming around to cover your wrist, stopping your motions. “You okay there? I don’t know what that cucumber did to you but the way you’re chopping it feels kind of personal.”

You closed your eyes, inhaling slowly through your nose, feeling the rise of your chest, the way your belly filled. You focused on the warmth of Eddie, this man you would never truly know, this man you were already falling for. Shit. Your eyes shot open. No. You couldn’t be. It didn’t happen that quickly, right?

Devastation coursed through you because you knew it was true. No matter how much you'd tried to fight it, tried to deny it, to tell yourself he was a jerk, you'd fallen for him. When had it happened? Had it been that first night, those deep brown eyes burning into you from through the fire? Was that even possible? Love at first sight? That was nuts, right?

Did it even matter? How could anything between you ever be real when there would always be this part of him that he kept locked up from you? How could you ever have something true when you would never get to know all the parts of him? The person you were with should be your best friend, the person who knew you better than anyone else, but you could never be that person for him. And you'd stupidly told him that you could accept that so how could you demand it of him now?

Swallowing down the sour taste that was creeping up your throat, you rolled your shoulders, forcing your body to relax. Pulling your wrist from his hand, you dropped the knife, spinning in his arms to offer him a smile that you hoped appeared genuine even if it was anything but.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Sorry.”

Eddie’s head tilted to the side, his mouth curving up on one side in that little smile you loved so damn much, the backs of his fingers running down your cheek, metal cooling your flushed skin, “You sure?”

“Yep. Totally fine. Just going to finish this salad, okay? You guys pick out a game?” you loudly asked the girls, trying to change the subject to anything but how insane you were acting. Because that’s what it was. You were insane. You had completely lost your mind trying to figure out what they were all hiding and if you didn’t get it under control, you were going to lose all of this, everything that had made you so happy this past month.

“Yeah, uh…pictionary,” Nancy said, looking as if she didn’t believe you in the slightest.

Well, that was fine. Let her see how it felt to be lied to. Maybe that was mean. Maybe you were being an awful person right now but you couldn’t help feeling a little vindicated. If they weren’t going to tell you what was going on with them, then you weren't going to bother telling them what was going on with you. You couldn’t anyway because if you did, then it would just create more tension, tension you couldn’t handle right now.

“Okay, but then we are playing trivial pursuit because I am going to wipe the floor with all of you,” Dustin announced.

“You are the king of Trivial Pursuit. No one can beat him. My Dusty Bun’s big brain is what made me fall in love with him,” Suzie cooed, her hand coming to his chest, cheek against his arm.

“Uh…yeah, okay,” Eddie snorted. “Because knowing a bunch of useless facts is a real life changer.”

“You’re just mad because you never win,” Steve teased.

“Never win?” asked Mike. “Last time, he didn’t even get one piece of pie.”

“Shut it, Wheeler. You only had two,” Eddie countered. “Don’t act like you’re so much better.”

You listened to all of them arguing as you sliced the tomatoes in half, adding them in, along with the olives before opening the dressing and pouring it over the top. Grabbing Steve’s salad tongs, you tossed the mixture around, focusing on the task, the repetitive nature, telling yourself to let it go, to not rock the boat. You were happy. You were in a new relationship. You had friends. You were starting a new life. Getting angry wasn’t going to change anything or help in any way.

“Salad’s done,” you said simply, handing the bowl to Steve.

“Thanks,” he replied, giving you a smile you didn’t return. He cleared his throat. “Hey, while you guys argue about who is the king of some dumb board game, I’m gonna go get the burgers going.”

“I’ll help you, man,” Eddie offered, trailing behind him, the other guys quickly following.

You stood in the kitchen awkwardly, nibbling at your lower lip, the rest of the girls looking at you anxiously as if you were a rabid dog about to attack at any moment. Clearly, you weren't doing the best job of pretending everything was fine but it was getting harder to do with each lie, each denial, each refusal to tell you the truth.

“You sure you’re okay?” asked Nancy.

You lifted your head, smiling wide, “Yep. I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You just seem…angry?” Max offered. “I mean, Lucas and I could hear you yelling from the front porch. You drowned me out and that’s saying something.”

“Did you tell him off?” you asked in an attempt to change the subject.

“I mean, yeah, I absolutely ripped him a new one. I don’t know why the hell he would even consider starting our life off drowning in debt. But that’s besides the point. Why were you yelling at Steve?”

“I know he can be a dingus,” Robin laughed, “but why were you asking him if he thought you were an idiot?”

“It doesn’t matter, okay? None of it matters because no one is ever going to tell me the truth. There’s no point in rehashing it. I asked him a question and he lied to me just like everyone else. I asked Nancy and Jonathan about the murders and they lied. Eddie flails in his sleep, whimpering and crying out, and he lies to me. Steve has scars just like Eddie’s and when I ask, he lies. It’s all lies. Clearly none of you trust me and none of you want to tell me so it’s fine, okay? I’m done bringing any of it up. You can keep your secrets.”

“Oh, I…” Nancy said sadly, pressing her lips together.

“It’s fine, Nance. Really. Clearly, whatever happened is between all of you. I wasn’t here and it’s none of my business. I’m the one in the wrong. I shouldn’t be pushing to know things that have nothing to do with me. Can we please just drop it because I can’t take any more lies or half-truths right now?”

“Okay. Yeah,” your friend agreed with a nod. Of course she did. Nancy was more than happy to drop it. She probably wished you hadn’t ever picked it up. “So, are you and Eddie like…together now?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I think so. I mean, he told me he’s not going anywhere so I assume so.”

El smiled, “Well, that’s a good thing, right?”

You couldn’t help but return the girl’s smile, “Yeah. It is. I really like him. Lord knows why but I do. I mean, it’s all new. We’ll see where it goes but for now, it’s really good.”

“Good,” Robin stated, her arm coming around your shoulder, cheek resting against the side of your head. “You both deserve some happiness. I’m happy for you and we’re all really happy you’re here. Really, we are. Regardless of everything else, please know that. Now, how about we go check on those burgers, huh? I don’t know about all of you, but I’m freaking starving.”

A murmur of assent rose from the girls so you all made your way out into the backyard. Damn, Steve was quite the handyman. You stepped out onto a beautiful wooden deck, the guys just down to the right, standing around the grill that sat on a stone patio. Eddie smiled at you, cigarette in his hand. Out in the middle of the yard was an above ground pool.

“Steve even has a pool?”

“Yeah,” Max grinned. “That’s why his house becomes the designated hangout in the summer. He bitches about how much we’re all over here but he actually loves it. He had shitty parents and no siblings, so he really likes all the chaos. He just has to act grumpy to save face or something but he really loves the family we’ve created.”

“He does. Why else do you think he installed the pool? The guys helped him with it a couple summers ago, along with the deck,” Nancy added. “He’s done a lot to this house.”

“Speaking of which,” Steve called from where he was manning the grill, adding cheese to half of the burgers, “our girl here has a really old kitchen and I told her we could probably help with that.”

“Oh yeah!” Dustin exclaimed. “We all helped Steve. We’re like kitchen restoration experts now.”

“I am a pro with a nail gun,” Lucas stated proudly.

“Don’t let him fool you,” Max whispered conspiratorially, “there was an incident with about thirty nails in one spot because he couldn’t get it right so he just kept adding more.”

You giggled, “Oh boy.”

You made your way down to stand next to Eddie and he instantly pulled you into his side. You snuggled in, inhaling the scent of him, letting it ease all the tension from your body. This should be enough. Good friends who were willing to help you, a beautiful man who made you feel things you didn’t even know you could, and a fresh start. Anyone else would be satisfied with this, would stop digging and causing problems. Why were you your own worst enemy?

“All good, sweetheart?” he inquired, lips brushing over your forehead.

“All perfect,” you assured, arms coming around his waist because it was. It really was. You just hoped it stayed that way.

Chapter 18

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retrodreamgirl · 2 years

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lacking trust | steve harrington x fem!reader

part one | part two | part three

summary: there's no us in us when i'm lacking trust OR you don't trust steve's intentions with nancy and you finally confront him [1.3k]

warnings: angst, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, fem!reader, language, not proofed, lmk if i missed anything

might do a part 2 if there's any interest

definitely based on emails i can't send by sabrina carpenter

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He looks at her like she hung the moon but to her he’s not even a passing star.

You’d be an idiot not to notice the longing glances and the smiles that inch just a little closer to the apples of his cheeks when she enters a room or utters a vague phrase in his direction. It pushes you to the brink of manic, knowing you're less important to him than someone who couldn’t even say ‘I love you’.

It’s become a game, the way you hold your tongue and maintain complacency as his second choice. No matter how well you play, it’s never you who’s winning. Perpetually a consolation prize watching him fall further into spiraling naivete, waiting for the moment he rebuilds the confidence to throw his hat back in the ring.

It’s pitiful, the half truth of whispered love confessions in the front seat of his car or pressed beneath thin sheets post bliss. And yet, you take every one of them to push further into the hole gaping in the center of the appendage dripping with adoration in the cage of your chest. You take them to nurse between hot tears alone in your bedroom, waiting for him to call and knowing he won’t, assuming he’s found some way to spend the evening with her instead. A sick reminder of your own failure to love, to be able to conceive the intangible emotion as more than something fleeting and convenient.

Your deprecative state only seemed to worsen when Jonathan moved away, the one buffer between Steve and his almost love now cross country and building a life brand new. Leaving not only a window cracked just above the sill for Steve to worm his way beneath but the uncertainty of a high school sweetheart whose only mechanism to cope is building stress in the fashion of extracurriculars.

She’s unguarded and Steve becomes the haven she’s missing without her own knight stationed at her side every waking moment. She takes yours, as if he hadn’t already belonged to her in the first place. The sharp wounds weakening your defenses proof enough of his archaic betrayal.

Too nice is the bitter taste lingering at the tip of your tongue with a snide remark about the constant cancellations and last minute excuses. Idiotic is the one that stings with the desperation that leaves you clinging to the hope that seems to dwindle with the days cut short by leaves falling into fall.

Heated emotion is what drives you to Steve's front door, the porch dimly lit by a fashionable sconce placed adjacent to the door. You have a key but you never use it and you know the latch on his door isn’t locked but you feel foreign even breaching the steps to the front door and kissing the wood with the gentle reach of your knuckles.

He isn’t expecting you and that’s perhaps the worst part. His smile drifts to the side when he swings the door open, a twenty clutched in his fist and a soft laughter that drops off from the living room. He’s wearing your favorite sweater, a soft, gray cable knit one you often find yourself sliding on for a night in. He smells of traces of lemon and rosemary, the cologne you gifted him for his birthday, his lips look to be stained with the blue icing from one of the cupcakes you baked the other day.

“Hey, baby, I didn’t think you were coming over tonight.” He has the foresight to step beyond the threshold, leaning in to press his chapped lips to the skin of your cheek. That gross sense of security creeps in, tugging at the lines of your face even as your gaze drops to study the laces of your white converse. “Nancy is just over for a movie, was feeling kinda lonely without Jonathan.”

There’s a small confidence in you then, his need to explain the extra character away. Like he still cares.

“Nancy.” It speaks like an affirmation, like the words you came here to say are reliant on your own understanding of an untouchable bond however one sided. “It’s just always Nancy these days, isn’t it? Shit!”

The words are not directed at Steve but naturally the absence of a third party would make it apparent that your words are being spewed at him like venom. He takes half a step back and you tilt your head to meet his hazel eyes reflecting in the brilliance of the single sconce keeping you from the dark.

“Whoah, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. Just—I suppose you won’t invite me in?” The way his hand scratches at the nape of his neck, his eyes glancing to the door, is enough to send you stumbling backward. You clip your foot on the corner of the bottom most step, the cool of red setting your senses on high where it trickles down your ankle and into your sock.

“I just don’t know if Nancy really wants to be around another couple right now…let me take you home.” A gasp disguises itself in the back of your throat, high in pitch and not altogether of your own consciousness.

“Oh…well you know, not that I actually wanna come in and watch you make a fool of yourself but she wouldn’t have to worry about being around another couple because we aren’t one. Not really.” You ramble, ignoring the furrow in Steve’s brows and the way his hands slip to his hips in that way they do when he’s exasperated or confused. There’s a dull ache licking at the small gash in your leg but you ignore it in favor of your train of thought.

You miss the way Nancy’s head momentarily pops through the crack in the door to regard you both in concern. She almost steps onto the porch and urges you inside but feels her presence would only cause an escalation in the already climactic scene.

“Y/n, what are you talking about?” He leans forward, ignorant to your audience too concerned about the way your words are half slurring together, body swaying against the evening breeze. He glances to the driveway and spots the absence of your car, silently thanking whatever higher power that you didn’t drive here, half frightened that you walked the distance from wherever you’d been prior to his house. He takes careful steps, sizing the distance of his hand to your waist without drawing attention to the slow extension of the lengthy appendage.

“I guess we never were…I was always just a placeholder for Nancy and I’m just so fucked up that I thought it was fine, that I could deal with it. But now I’m telling you that we’re not whatever version of a couple we were pretending to be so you don’t have to lie about just being a good friend anymore—”

“Baby, you know I love you. Now just—” You step out of his reach again, finger lifting to your lips as if to silence him in the quiet of his picket fence suburb.

“But you’re in love with her.”

“Y/n, you should come inside and lay down. Please, baby.”

“Oh so now I should come in? It’s fine, baby. I’m fine.” You push at his hands trying to gently guide you, laughing at the absurdity of his delayed affection. The gratification of finally getting it all off your chest has you riding high, forgetful of the empty bottle you’d chucked into Steve’s yard on the way up. No sense to remember the reason you’d picked it from your parent’s liquor cabinet to begin with.

“Please, just come inside and we can talk about this tomorrow when you’re not—”

“No, I’ve said all I need to say and ya know what? I’m sure I’ll get over it and you eventually. But, I hope you know that as much as you’re still in love with her, she got over you a long time ago.”

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crappymixtape · 10 months

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tell me when

steve’s had a type for more than a while, all soft and cute and nancy wheeler and not you, but you’re around each other all the time lately it feels like, have been with each other before and in the heat of the moment it slips out – you ask him to be a little rough with it and it surprises steve how much he wants to please you… *18+ only | ( 431 words – smut, sprinkle of fluff, friends with benefits to something more? steve x you, steve x reader )

T E L L M E W H E N 🎶 the feels, labrinth

The first time you told Steve to pull your hair it blew his pupils wide. Made his breath catch in his throat as he swallowed hard against the nerves that had flickered and caught fire in his chest.

You weren’t like the other girls.

Please, Steve.

Weren’t precious.

I’m okay.

You were soft sometimes, but other times – most times – you weren’t.

I’ll tell you when.

And the feeling it gave him was unlike anything else. The feeling he got when he pulled moans from you. When your hand flew up to hold onto his bicep for dear life. When you trusted him with what you really wanted. Your words planted in his chest and blooming between his ribs and making him feel electric. Making him feel like you held the entire universe and all the galaxies and stars in your hands and all he could do was look on in awe.

The soft slope of your neck. The dip of your hips. The curve of your body fitted perfectly against his. The way your fingers traced lines across his skin and set his heart on fire and brought him to his knees. The way you met his gaze, swam in his eyes all liquid amber and burnt caramel, didn’t shy away and held him there suspended between you and ecstasy.

Harder, Steve.

Your wish was his command. The words as they fell from your lips the very ritual he would follow, whatever it took to wrap his arms around you and pull you over the edge. Whatever it took to feel the sharp of your nails pressing half moons among the constellations of freckles and moles on his back.

Anything to hear your breath hitch in your throat.

Oh, god, Steve.

Anything to make your legs wrap tighter around his torso.

Don’t stop, Steve.

Anything to hear you say his name over and over and over until you couldn’t say it anymore and your voice shifted needy. Pulled those soft, sweet sounds from you and pushed them into something warmer. Something hotter and so desperate for release that when you both finally snapped, wrapped and wound so tightly against one another you could barely breathe. He didn't want anyone else.

Only you.

So good, Steve.

Only you and all of your unknowns.

Make me feel so good.

Only you and everything that came with uncovering this braver world of bearing it all. Unafraid and brightly bound and unapologetically you and the way your hair felt soft in his hand as he pulled and made you see heaven.

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maroonmusings · 2 years

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Coulda Fooled Me, Man [s.h.]

Fandom: Stranger Things Pairing: Steve x reader Word count: 5.2k Warnings: season four spoilers, fluff, fear of water/drowning, mention of blood, slight love triangle with eddie bc i can’t help myself, gaslighting you all into thinking the Wheeler’s have a front porch, deviation from canon towards the end

“More water,” you groan, a close relative of a whine, more to yourself than to your friends. Looking skyward, as if your salvation swirled in the twinkling cosmos, you ask, “why does it always have to be water?”

“Aww, don’t worry. I’ll hold your hand if you get scared.” Eddie teases, hands squeezing your shoulders softly from behind. You ignore the jab and instead focus on the comforting touch, though fleeting.

You continue. “If I see one more boat after tonight, I’ll be gagged.”

Eddie leans into Robin beside him with faux secrecy. With a square mouthed cringe, he whispers loudly, “Wait ‘til I tell her about the cruise tickets I bought for the gang.”

You direct a glare at him, veins heating up. While you’re mostly sure that he’s joking, there’s no sooner time than the present to start practicing trust issues.

“Watch yourself, Munson.” Dustin chides with a cheerful grin, the sight alone aiding in further soothing your nerves. “There’s a fire in those eyes that’ll flame that perfect hair to a crisp.”

“Hey, look at me.” Steve enters your line of sight, draped perfectly before you so as to block out the rest of the world. Your body starts to cool under his brown eyed gaze, a new heat taking place at your face. He knows more than anyone here your struggles with swimming, and water in general. “You don’t have to do this. You know that right?”

“And let you go by yourself? No way.”

“Well, I won’t be going by myself.”

“You know what I mean, Harrington.” Your eyes almost pierce his in a glare. Since the inception of your childhood born friendship, there had never been a time you and Steve let the other go about something scary alone. Like in kindergarten, when your grandfather died. Steve came to the funeral service, his hand etched to yours the entire time, like it belonged there. Or in the sixth grade, when Steve needed to get braces. You returned the favor and held his hand throughout the entire procedure, even if it proved to be a nuisance to the dental assistants assigned to him. “‘To the moon and Mars,’ remember?”

A shy, reminiscent grin tugged at his lips. His eyes escape yours so he can look down and shake his head with a huffed laugh. They find yours again easily, voice soft. “I remember.”

“Then let’s do this.”

Steve and Eddie work on preparing the boat, each of you taking turns boarding. Robin goes first, bracing each of her hands on Steve’s and Eddie’s heads as a makeshift railing. Nancy follows, and you decide you’ll go next, despite the leaf-like trembles embedded in your clammy hands.

Lifting a hand out to grasp yours, Steve squeezes your fingers tenderly as he helps you aboard. The hand braced at your back, probably Eddie, adds stability to your body as the boat ebbs under the added weight.

You can only breathe again once you’re seated, perched on a bench across from Robin and Nancy.

“I thought you said there was only room for four!” Dustin exasperates as Steve and Eddie join you and the girls.

Steve throws a fake apologetic glance to the boy as he tucks himself in beside you. Eddie’s on your other side, all three of you packed onto one bench. The comfort rate is low, but you have to admit you feel safer tucked between them. Less possibility for your body to be jostled by the waves, that way.

As Robin and Nancy begin to row you away from shore, Steve is quick to check in. Leaning closer to you, he scans your features—and definitely detects the existential fear splattered on your face like spaghetti sauce after a cafeteria food fight—before saying “Okay. How are we doing?”

If he hadn’t already seen the blatant terror in your brow, perhaps you could’ve gotten away with lying.

“Oh, totally terrified.” You say with faux cheer, throwing a delusional wish to the stars that your forced smile will somehow trick your mind into feeling more calm. “But it’s fine. I’ll be okay.”

Like a switch, those final words enhance your hyperfixation on the waves carrying you to the middle of the lake. How they ebb and flow, tilting the boat in a slow waltz at midnight. Except your partner keeps stepping on your toes. The heel of your shoe is two twirls away from perfectly snapping in two. A loose thread of your lovely laced gloves hooking onto their wristwatch’s spine.

Until the sun comes. Its warmth cradles your cheeks, spreading through the rest of your body in a tropical gradient. You’re seated at a gimmicky vacation themed cafe, a coconut punctured with a straw perched on the white wicker table before you. The sundress adorning your body hugs you perfectly, as if designed with you in mind. You’re safe. Content. Perfect, even.

Back to reality, you look down and realize Steve’s hand has nestled with yours. Fingers tightly tangled. As your eyes catch his, he throws you a small smile, eyes squinted with reassurance. You force a smile back.

“Um, guys?” Eddie mumbles distractedly. You quickly avert your gaze from Steve, embarrassed, thinking he was speaking to the two of you. That changes when you actually look at him, though, his eyes locked onto the compass cradled in his palm. Being right next to him, he shows the device to you first. “Is this supposed to be happening?”

With a perplexed lilt to your brow, you use your free hand to take the compass in your grasp. Your other hand retains its tight grasp on your True North, while you watch the compass needle haphazardly scramble in search of theirs.

You lean in, closer to the center of the boat with the compass tilted skyward for your friends to see. They crowd in, all of your heads nearly pressed together as you take in the phenomena.

Dustin’s voice crackles from the walkie. “Guys, what’s going on?” A pause. “Come on, talk to me. What’s going on?”

Robin responds, hands tucked around the device. “Uh, Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital ‘ahh!’”

If possible, the sky grows darker than before. Steve slips his hand from yours, and you watch, stunned, as he starts to untie his shoelaces. “Whoa, hold on. What are you doing?”

“Somebody’s gotta go down and check this out.” His arm jostles against yours as he struggles to move with the limited occupancy. This hardly phases you, however, limply ebbing against his shimmies to remove his shoes and socks. You’re discreetly shaking your head before you realize it. “Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain, and a certified lifeguard for three years, then it’s gotta be me.” No, it can’t be. “No complaints, all right?”

“Weird time to be bragging about your aquatic achievements,” Eddie relents from your other side. “But I won’t stand in your way. Roll a natural twenty, man.”

Steve is visibly confused by the reference. “Thanks, man.”

You’re frozen, staring out at the darkened waves. Thinking of what lurks below, what Steve could run into down there, sends your pulse into overdrive. Luck would truly be on your side if you don’t need to call a rescue squad by the time this night ends. If it ever does, anyway.

Steve enters your line of sight again. You want to say it’s because he knows you so well and can detect even the slightest quirk to your brow, but you’re sure the anxiety is just emanating from your being in droves at this point. Max can probably see it all the way from the shore. And that’s without binoculars. “Hey,” his voice is so soft around the edges it makes your tear ducts burn. “I’ll be fine. I’ll come back to you. I always do.”

All you can do is nod with a forced smile, not trusting your vocal chords to fray and unravel at the smallest tug of pressure.

With one last squeeze to your shoulder, Steve is standing and shedding his shirt. He tosses the yellow crew neck to you. You’re staring at him again, but for a different reason. This given appearance wasn’t foreign to you, but it also wasn’t as familiar as you’d want it to be.

Your nose begins to burn.

“Gross,” Robin chimes in, flicking the newly lit cigarette from Eddie’s fingers. He watches, disappointed, as it dives into the water.

“Is now really the best time for that?” Nancy admonishes.

Eddie flails, and you catch his wrist right before it can make contact with your face. “Have you been alive today? I would argue that now is the perfect time for that!”

Steve looks down at the water, the trepidation written so plainly on his face you could mistake him for a post-it note. Before you can stop yourself, you’re latching onto his wrist. He cranes his head to watch you over his shoulder. “Be careful, yeah?”

Twisting his arm in your grasp so he can squeeze your wrist, he says, “of course.” He looks at the gang. “Stay out of trouble while I’m gone?”

“No promises!” Robin gushes, sugary sweet, flicking another lit cigarette from Eddie’s clutches. He smacks his leg and curses under his breath.

Steve sends you one more meaningful look before he’s swallowed by the waves. The anxiety increases by tenfold without him pressed against your side. You wring your hands together to trap their tremble.

Quiet befalls the group, your only background noise being the oceanic soundtrack which trickles around you in micro pecks. The longer you wait, the more convinced you become that Steve isn’t coming back. That you’ll never get to see him again. Laugh with him again. Hold him again.

Maybe you should’ve told him how you felt when you still had the chance. You tug his sweatshirt closer to you.

“Hey,” Eddie lowers his head, nearly tilting it sideways, to meet your gaze. His fingers tap your temple gently. “How’s it going in there?”

A faint exhale escapes your nose, the lamest excuse of a chuckle you’ve ever heard. You appreciate the concern. “Hanging in there. I just hope he’s okay.”

His lips tilt to the side in a reserved smile, but you also notice a freckle of forlorn acceptance in his eye. Voice dropping into a whisper saved for you, he says, “You really care about that guy, huh?”

Your heart skips, peeking at the girls across from you to make sure they’re still engaged in whatever conversation they might be having. They look drawn into their own world enough that they didn’t hear Eddie, but you wouldn’t be surprised if at least Robin didn’t have one ear directed towards you. Drifting back to Eddie, you say quietly with a chuckle, “of course I do. He’s my best friend.”

“Coulda fooled me, man.”

Lips parting to respond, a dull shriek escapes instead, as Steve breaks through the water’s surface with a gasp. The rest of the gang is startled, too, Eddie clutching to your shoulders in a panic. You think his scream was the loudest, if your ringing ears have anything to say about it.

“I found it,” Steve announces, taking two final breastrokes to reach your side of the boat.

“You found it?” Nancy echoes excitedly.

“I found it.” He repeats, hypoxicated disbelief on his tongue. Hands clutching to the boat’s rim to give his arms a rest, he says again, “yeah, I found it.”

Relief breaks out into hives across your skin in the form of goosebumps, coming down from the overheated peak of your anxiety. The sigh nearly deflates your body, lips tugging up into an agile grin. Your fingers grasp onto his, the look on your face contagious enough for Steve to mirror it.

“Dustin, you are a goddamn Einstein.” Robin says over the walkie with a happy fatigue. “We found the gate.”

“It’s pretty wild,” Steve says while you all wait for a response from the teens at shore. He braces his arms atop the boat. “It’s more of a snack-size gate than the mama gate, but, still, it’s pretty damn big.”

That’s when your heart stops. Or that’s how it feels anyway.

Steve suddenly propels downward, as if tugged by the ankle. His white-knuckled grip on the boat keeps him afloat, but the force of whatever grabbed him had caused the boat to violently bob. Everyone clamors to stay afloat. Sweat immediately gathers at your hairline, and you feel as if all the bones in your hand could shatter from the deathly chokehold you retain on the bench below. A barely there whimper nestles into the back of your throat.

Then he’s gone. Steve. Forced back into the water against his own volition. Hands flayed in a panic, they’re the last things you see before he’s fully taken under.

The last word to fall from his lips is your name.

“I have to go in.” The words are spoken shyly, despite their willingness to come out, a reluctant admittance to your new fate. Your plea is hardly heard over the screams of your friends, still reeling from Steve’s being reeled under the current. Fingers grasping Steve’s sweatshirt to tug it over your body—your biceps had been getting cold anyway, exposed to the chilly nip of night’s teeth—you speak louder this time around. “I’m going after him.”

“Are you insane?!” Nancy screeches. “No, I’ll go.”

“Well, gate’s at the bottom, isn’t it?” The words dribbled from your lips quickly, eyes flickering between your friends and the dark abyss beneath. “Isn’t this the one time that not knowing how to swim should come in handy?”

“The lady makes a fair point,” Eddie agrees, only to endure an arm smack from Robin.

“Not if she actually drowns!” She all but shrieks.

“I won’t!” You argue, trying to mask the clear anxiety zapping your veins. “I’ll just toss myself into the water, sink for a little bit, then boom. No harm done.”

“Just stay with the boat.” Nancy pleads. “Please.”

“Yeah? Well, the idea of something happening to Steve freaks me out infinitely more than some water. End of story. I’m going in.” You were running out of time. God only knows what’s happening to Steve on the other side.

Everyone is silent for a beat.

Until Robin holds out a hand, a begrudging, almost knowing, smile painting her lips. “Fine, you stubborn idiot. But you’re not allowed to let go of me. Got it?”

Next thing you know, you’re in the water. It burns your eyes to keep them open in the dark, lurky murks, but it would help to know exactly where you’re drowning yourself to. Robin keeps one hand tightly latched to yours, as if melded by superglue or a dress zipper that refuses to budge. She pushes the other through the vast depths, kicking her legs so you’ll get to the bottom faster. You try to mimic her movements, unsure if they’re actually helping or not. It may sprinkle speed into the passage, but the distraction of doing something with your body might be playing tricks on you.

That’s when you see it: the gate.

Like an oasis surrounded by a sea of sand. A blue accent wall meant to bring life to the otherwise dull color palette of a hospital. Steve, spotted within an instant of searching a voluminous crowd.

Red glow seeping through the black branch-like coils awaits you, roaring faintly with the eerie moans and creaks of the upside-down. You’re scared, but intrigued. It draws you in.

Emerging from the water, you catch sight of Steve. You can finally breathe again.

Until you hear his screams.

He’s overtaken by these bat-like creatures which swarm his being. They’re above him, beside him, on top of him. Some bite and tear into his flesh.

Not for long.

Swinging at one with a nearby branch you’d found, you spit out a “go back to Hell!” as it unlatches from Steve and soars to the ground with a thunk.

“I think we’re already there!” Eddie hollers, taking down another one.

You all take turns batting at the bats until they’ve all succumbed to your willpower and determination to save Steve. Exhaustion melts into your bloodstream, but you power through. For him.

Magnetized with unnerve, you’re by his side the second the last bat hits the ground.

“You’re here.”

Unable to take your eyes off his sustained injuries, the blood seeping from his wounds—he should be okay, just needs to be bandaged up. Maybe Nancy wouldn’t be too bummed to donate her scarf to a greater cause—you’re only able to grant a customary glance at his face before you’re looking down again. He receives the muttered response, “where else would I be?”

“You came after me,” he points out, like he’d just connected the largest, most obvious pair of dots that you’d have to be a dufus to miss.

Color yourself a dufus, you guess. “I know.”

A hand grasps your wrist, softly. His hand. “You can’t swim.”

Eyeing the contact before slowly scrolling up to his eyes, you respond. “I know.”

His brow creases upward briefly, the slightest flicker of emotion. All freedom of movement within you is suddenly lost, unable to tear yourself away from his gaze. From his hold, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist. The touch is firm, grounding, as if his eyes aren’t enough confirmation that you sit before him. His thumb crosses your skin so feather-light it almost tickles. Flamed heat warps your cheeks and neck, like you’re leaning in to blow out your birthday candles and overestimate the distance.

You assume time to move differently in the upside-down, but a local clock could tell you years had passed—and you’d hardly bat an eye.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You’re in the woods now, surrounded by the brush of big trees, and under the sound dampener of Skull Rock. Demobats had overpopulated the place the gate had dropped you at, so you had to get out of there. A collective sigh of relief is felt and heard through the gang.

As you separate from the tighter protective coil you’d been wrapped in with one another, you notice Steve moreso stumbles from the group. He braces against Skull Rock’s jaw.

“Stevie?” you try, making it to him faster than you ran to escape the demobats. “You good?”

“I’m fine.” He mumbles, an obvious lie. Slumping further into the rock, he repeats, “I’m fine.”

“Okay,” you say with a gentle finality. Gentle as a sunflower, you grab his forearm with one hand, using the other to brace against his bare torso. Tugging him down in hopes he’ll see the point, you mumble, “sit down, you liar. You’re losing blood.”

His chuckle is faint, but still floats into your ears with a warm whisper. You both lower to the ground, his hands clutching to your arms as a wave of pain seems to rush through him.

Scooting closer, you brush a hand over his cheek. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Turning to Nancy with what you hope is a charming smile, you say, “hey, Nance. Looking radiant. Got any important plans for that scarf?”

With a reluctant grimace, she hands it over.

“I’ll buy you a new one the second we get back home. Promise.” You assure, taking the garment from her hands.

“You better,” she jabs, its edges softened by the humorous quirk of her lips.

Steve’s already staring at you when you turn back to him. You quickly avert your gaze, pulling him away from the rock so you have enough room to wrap his torso. “Okay, let’s get you patched up, huh?”

As you’re wrapping Nancy’s scarf around him, he gets to his knees to match you, arms raising from his sides.

You make the mistake of looking up.

With his hands braced behind his head, his arms form two mirrored triangles; a glimmering diamond in this otherwise desolate sea of barren ash and decay. His biceps are flexing due to the pose. Chin tilted towards the sky, his Adam’s apple is more pronounced and his neck, elongated. Eyes closed, lashes feathering his cheekbones. His pretty lips are parted, presumably in pain, but you can’t deny he looks good. You can’t control your cognitive functioning, especially around him.

He looks like a Greek god.

You quickly finish tying and knotting the scarf around his wounds, hoping that the snickers you hear to the right aren’t directed at your obvious ogling.

Though they definitely are.

Especially when your eyes catch Robin’s and she wiggles her eyebrows at you.

“Okay, good as new.” You tell Steve quietly.

He slumps back against the rock at the news. Dropping his otherworldly supermodel pose, he squints his eyes open. Clearing your throat, you back away slightly. You can’t get too far, however, his hand finding your wrist again. You wonder if his fingers will leave a permanent mark on your skin with the home they’ve found there. A brand, or a tattoo. His voice is still weak, but definitely stronger than it was mere moments ago. “Thanks.”

“Always,” you return, lips curving at the sight of his scrunched nose. He’s so adorable.

Eddie pops the bubble, shrugging off his jean vest and handing it to Steve. “For your modesty.”

Steve nods in thanks and starts to throw it on, when your voice stops him. “Oh, wait. Here.” Gesturing to his sweatshirt on your body. “You can have this back.”

His hands reach out to hold yours in place, effectively stopping their movement. “After you stunk it up? No way.”

You’re gobsmacked for a second, trying to register his playful jab. Then you scoff, shoving his shoulder gently since he’s still likely in pain. “If I stink in this thing it’s only because you put the stench there in the first place, Harrington.”

“You’re probably right,” he relents, and you laugh for the first time since boarding that godforsaken boat. As you help him put on the vest, his smile is blinding.

Like sticking a bottle of sunshine into a darkened closet.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

After establishing the next step of your escape plan, which was to walk to Nancy’s house and arm yourself with the guns she kept tucked away in her room, you began your trek through the woods.

You strode along the beaten path through the wilted trees with Robin and Nancy, hopping and stepping over Vecna vines as you went. Small bouts of laughter and strategy bounded past your lips the whole way. The reassurance of this new plan had seemed to brighten the group’s soul, bolstering your confidence to the point that you didn’t need to spend your time chomping your nails down to the root anymore.

Steve and Eddie stay farther back behind you three, engaged in their own conversation.

About you.

“So, Y/N’s a real Betty, isn’t she?” Was how Eddie had chosen to approach the topic.

Steve immediately gets defensive. He tries to conceal it, waiting a beat longer to mimic casualty, but Eddie sees it on his face the second he finishes asking the question. “If you’re trying to ask for my blessing or something, the answer is no way in Hell.”

“Okay,” he draws out awkwardly. “Pushing aside my hurt feelings for a second, I mean no harm. Just having a conversation, is all.”

“Bullshit,” he jabs gently, eyes momentarily flickering to you to make sure you’re alright. He watches your head tilt back, laughing at something Robin said, and his lips tug. “Look, you don’t have to beat around the bush, man. I know you’re into her.”

“Duh, I have eyes,” he scoffs. “But I know true love when I see it, so I’m making the most selfless sacrifice here to help you use your own peepers.”

“True love?” Steve echoes incredulous. “What are you on about, Munson?”

“Look, the second you went under, and I mean the very second, that girl dove in headfirst after you, Harrington.” He watches Steve’s eyes immediately flicker to you. “She was the one leading the charge to come and rescue you, and she can’t even swim, man! We all tried to make her stay with the boat, that we would go in her place. You know what she said to that?”

Steve is breathing harder now, eyes flitting between your joyous figure and Eddie faster than a movie projector fluttering through frames. He can only shake his head in response to Eddie’s query.

They’re both halted in the path, Steve waiting with baited breath at what Eddie has to say. If Steve was expected to focus on his motor skills and you at the same time, he’d stumble and break his ankle if he so much as thought about that damned gorgeous smile of yours.

“She said,” Eddie pauses dramatically, before frowning. “Well, actually, I can’t remember.” Steve deflates, throwing his arms up exasperatedly. Eddie continues, “but, basically, she said that losing you would’ve been scarier than setting foot in any body of water. Any. Body. Of. Water.”

Steve’s eyes soften so much they begin to feel fuzzy. Chest cavity warm, as if someone put a candle in him like he was a jack-o-lantern. He can only see you, a physical diagnosis of the retina where his heart would only continue to beat from watching you.

“Now,” Eddie continues, more gently. The sight of Steve Harrington in love was endearing, to say the least. “I don’t know what happened between you. Why you’re not together anymore. But, I’d get her back.”

“‘Get her back?’” Steve echoes again, looking at Eddie again. Though not for long. “We never dated.”

“Coulda fooled me, man.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Relax finds your muscles later that night, at the Wheeler residence. The real one, not the abandoned grayscale remake. Outside, the cool air is a welcome inhaler to your lungs, the inexplicable smell of Spring like a refreshing glass of pink lemonade. Ice knocking around its container like a wooden wind chime.

“There you are!” A voice gushes. Peeking over your shoulder from your being braced against the porch railing, you see Steve. Flowers begin to sprout in the front yard. They wind and intertwine with one another, vine-like in their trail up your legs to ascertain your heart. He grows closer, and the vines tug. “I was worried about you.”

With a soft grin, you roll your eyes. “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine.”

“Oh. Y/N.” He pretends to only acknowledge your presence now. With a point to your body, he justifies, “I was actually just talking to my shirt.”

You guffaw and shove him. Though he sways from the force, the grin on his lips couldn’t be any more gleeful. “Always some kind of trick up your sleeve, eh, Harrington?”

Tossing an arm around your shoulder, he looks into the dark night alongside you. “That depends. Does it annoy you?”

You consider the question. “Occasionally.”

“Then yes.”

Full chuckles resonate on the porch, both yours and Steve’s shoulders shaking in tandem: palm trees in motion. Appreciating his warmth, you lean into his hold. His fingers tighten around your shoulder a fraction, tugging you closer. Though his bandages are fresh and his face has been rid of the dirt that once caked his skin, leaving only disinfected cuts in their wake, he doesn’t smell too great. You’re also certain you don’t exactly smell like a rose garden, despite receiving similar dirt removing rituals as Steve. It’s hard to care, though, his hold on you feeling so destined.

You feel the weight of his head press onto yours, and he asks, softly, “seriously, though. You’re okay?”

“I am.” It’s the first time tonight you’ve been able to say that and actually mean it. “Or, I will be, at least. Nothing a good nap can’t fix, at this point.”

He hums in agreement. “Ain’t that the truth.” With a soft sigh, he begins “tonight was,” only to trail off, shaking his head lightly against yours.

“Mental?” You try with a lifted brow.

His head tilts further into yours for a beat, as if considering the response. “Yeah, that’ll do. More like, that times, like, a million, but yeah. That’ll do.”

“I’m just glad we all made it out there alive.”

He hums again, further tightening his hold on you. As if you’d slip away, a receipt in the wind, if his grasp was too light. Before the topic can get too serious, and, because this is what Steve does, he cracks a joke. “Now if only I could take a damn shower. You especially.”

Expecting the punchline, you just smirk. “Oh, that’s real nice of you, considering I spent most of today fearing for your life.”

He removes his arm from your shoulders, bracing his elbows on the railing to mirror you. His arm is pressed so tight against yours you’d think they made one ligament. Shimmying that shoulder into yours, he says, “that’s cute. You care about me, Y/L/N?”

“I’m not too sure, anymore. You’re kinda mean.”

“If I’m mean it’s only because you put the mean there in the first place.” He tries to echo your jab from earlier in the day. You sputter at his failed attempt, and he scrunches his face up in disappointment at himself, which only makes you laugh harder.

“You’re such a character, Stevie.”

He hums, before offering nonchalantly, “I’ll be any character you want me to be, so long as you get to play my love interest.”

You’re stunned into silence. All you can do is blink up at him.

“I love you. Really.” he says more seriously. “Like, I’m in love with you.” he chuckles to himself. “I think I’ve always been in love with you. I’m just an idiot, and, well, it took another idiot to help me figure it out.”

That’s when you realize. “Eddie.”

Steve nods. “He’s really got the hots for you.”

A knowing smile stretches across your face. “Maybe so, but I’m kind of in love with my best friend, so.”

His face relaxes in relief for a beat, before it scrunches up. “Kind of?”

“What?” you offer innocently, turning to fully face him. Mirroring your actions, a smile sparkles in his eyes, shaking his head to himself minutely. Perhaps it’s just his addictingly overwhelming presence playing tricks on you, but it feels like he’s inching closer. “I mean, I haven’t even kissed the guy. How can I know if he—”

A welcome interruption, Steve’s lips on yours. His hands, gently cradling your face like you’re the damn most precious thing in his world. The words die on your tongue as his licks into your mouth, a soft hum of content coming out instead.

Warm and bright, you feel like you can see the sun rise behind your eyelids. Orbs of orange marry yellows of the most magical hue, footsteps tracing the horizon in their dance to the top. Though they burn their fingertips on the sun’s surface, nothing compares to the way they burn for one another. With one another.

“To the moon and Mars, yeah?” The words tickle your lips, soft and sweet. A secret sealed behind his padlock heart.

You never knew you always held the key until this moment. Trapped between your fingertips like a magician with her dog-eared quarters.

“To the moon and Mars, Harrington.”

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liliawrizz · 1 year

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Hi Lila!💟 excited to read more yandere stories on here. Hope you are doing well! If possible can you do a stranger things character (you can pick your fav. character or characters) with a shy, introverted reader? Headcanons or a blurb is good. 🌻

— yandere steve harrington x gn! shy / introverted reader

★ ─── ! TW ! this will, of course, include yandere tendencies. yandere tendencies might include stalking, murder, kidnapping, and drugging. if any of these make you uncomfy, feel free to scroll past. i’m not responsible for your media consumption in any way!

★ ─── ! A/N ! hi pook pook 🥳 i’ve finally got motivation to write! this is the first thing i’m writing on this blog so pls give me constructive criticism.

steve is a very motherly type of person. he’s overprotective of you no matter how extroverted or introverted you are.

fortunately, you being introverted makes his job 10x easier. he wants you to avoid others and only make contact with him.

but there was one issue. since you were so introverted, it was hard for him to open up with you and befriend you.

not only were you introverted, but you were shy as well. though after some snooping and stalking, he was able to determine your interests.

this made him befriending you go way smoother. you were cautious when steve first introduced himself to you.

he had a reputation to be sorta rude at times. you weren’t sure if he was just doing a dare by his friends or not.

it was suspicious how someone as popular as him was out here talking to a secluded person like you. but you did end up becoming great friends!

his plan was working just like how he hoped it would! soon, you became dependent on him to defend you from bullies.

you didn’t want to seem overly dependent on him but you struggled to say something back or even fight back.

steve didn’t mind at all! in fact, he was over the moon that you were beginning to depend on him for protection.

it meant that you were beginning to find trust in him. enough trust to tell him about these bullies. enough trust to cling to him all throughout the day.

you soon stopped sitting alone in classes or at lunch. you sat with steve, jonathan, and nancy at lunch and with only steve during classes.

the ones you shared, at least. in classes he didn’t share with you, he constantly thought about you and your well-being at that moment.

once classes were released, he immediately made his way to your classroom to try and get to you before anyone else does.

steve soon found out where you lived after driving you home one day. he used that information for his own personal uses.

these uses ranged from stalking you whenever he felt like it, and picking you up for school or hangouts.

steve didn’t like how you had nancy and jonathan as friends but he knew he couldn’t bring himself to hurt his friends.

he just asked them about what you did during the classes any of them shared with you or if you had made any new friends.

they were his information outlets that he relied on for his own advantage. you never knew nancy and jonathan were telling steve about your life and day.

but what would you do about it? he only wants to look out for you and do what’s best for you. anyone who tried to befriend you only wanted to hurt you! why couldn’t you see that?

he wouldn’t resort to kidnapping you unless you somehow gained popularity among the school and constantly get talked to.

if he does kidnap you, he’s as gentle as possible with you. he doesn’t tie you up. he just locks you in a room that’s very comfortable and cozy.

steve wouldn’t tie you up unless he feels you’re plotting something or if you successfully escape and he finds you.

if he does catch you after running away, expect a lecture about how you’re putting yourself in danger.

just don’t say anything except an apology. if you cooperate with him, he’ll cool off way quicker and untie you faster.

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dakotalun · 1 year

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"Can't Sleep" | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Henderson!Reader

summary: Eddie and you have an interesting way of preparing for fighting Vecna.

warnings: oral (m. receiving), praise kink, pet names (good boy, pretty boy, baby, sweetheart), sub!eddie, whiny!eddie, slight mommy kink

word count: 2.1k

a/n: This has been in my drafts for SO long and I've just now finished it. Hope y'all enjoy ;)

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

You slowly remove the cover off of yourself and slide out of bed trying not to wake up your friends. You hop over Nancy and Robin on the floor before reaching the door. You twist the handle as slowly as humanly possible as to not disturb anyone and open the door, it creaks a little as you open it but you finally get it wide enough to slip through.

You walk down the stairs at the end of the hall and head to the kitchen for water. You grab a cup from the cabinet and fill your glass with water. You lean on a counter as you take a sip. As you stand there there’s a loud noise from behind you. You jump, almost dropping the water in your hand as you spin around towards the sound.

“What the fuck!” You put my hand on your chest as you walk over to the kitchen light and turn it on, “Eddie?” You let out a sigh of relief that it wasn’t Jason or someone here to hurt you or your brother.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” He hold his hands up like he’s under arrest, “I just wanted something to drink. You okay?” He is sitting at the table with a beer in front of him.

“Yeah I just couldn’t sleep very well. Never really could with other people in the same room,” You walk over to the table and sit next to him. “So why are you up?”

“Can’t sleep. You know your brother is a VERY loud sleeper? I mean I don’t know how you deal with it!” You laugh at his exaggerated expressions.

“Oh trust me I always have my music on before bed so I don’t have to listen to it, especially since he’s in the next room,” You take a sip of the water, looking at Eddie over your glass. It’s weird seeing him in this light, barely lit by the soft kitchen light, the moon shining in through the windows.

You put the water back down on the table, meeting Eddie’s gaze, “What really kept you up tonight?” You smile because you’re pretty sure you can predict his answer.

“I don’t know, maybe the fact that we are about to fight a literal super demon thing tomorrow and could possibly die,” He nervously laughs and smiles at you, clearly trying to hide the fact that he’s scared. You laugh with him, then the room falls silent. Neither of you knowing what to say next. Venca is always going to be a sensitive subject but it’s worse now because you aren’t sure if you’ll win or lose.

After a while Eddie speaks up, “That the same reason you couldn’t sleep?” You look up at him, your eyes previously focused on the intricate design of the tablecloth.

“Hm? Uh yeah I guess,” You look away from him again.

He leans closer to you and places a ring clad hand on your knee. The sudden cold makes you flinch a little but you quickly relax.

“Listen, I know it's hard to imagine all the shit that's gonna go down tomorrow. Especially since Henderson, well, Dustin, is your brother and you don't want him to get hurt. But trust me,” You hadn't noticed how his hand moved further up your leg, now resting on your thigh until he squeezes it. You can feel your cheeks heat up and are thankful for the poor lighting right now, “I won’t let anything happen to either of you. Got that?”

You can barely focus on his words with his hand only inches away from your heat. You give a small nod back, signaling that you were listening. He removes his hand and takes another gulp of his beer, your leg now cold and missing his warmth.

“So you think we can win this thing tomorrow?” Eddie looks at you with his brown eyes, but all you can focus on is how you miss his touch and want more of it.

You snap out of your haze when he sets the beer down on the table a little harder than normal, “I sure as shit hope so. I mean Harrington might’ve been on the basketball team but to be honest he isn’t that good with hand to hand combat.” “Is that why he always carries around that bat with all the nails in it?!” Eddie looked surprised at the fact that Steve Harrington wasn’t a great fighter.

“Mhmm. I mean two years ago he lost a fight to Johnathan Byers! I mean the dude got pummeled!” You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you talked with Eddie. It became so easy once you realized he wasn’t “the freak” everyone said he was. His looks helped a little too.

You two stayed down there for a good hour just talking and even coming up with some strategies for tomorrow. It was nice being able to talk to someone about this stuff, to just let everything off your chest. Somehow in the process of you guys talking you’d drank a beer and a half and were damn near sitting on Eddie’s lap as you both looked at the sketch in his notebook.

“So if we have the two of us up here,” He drew two small stick figures on the page, “And Baby Henderson in here blocking off the exits. Then I think we could use my trailer as a safe entry/exit point for us all.” He quickly turned his head to look at your reaction to his plan, what he didn’t notice was just how close you two were and almost hits you. You feel his hair brush against your bare shoulder and turn to look at him.

“I uh-” His eyes trap you, “I think that it’s a, um…” You can’t help but get lost in the way he looks at you, so intensely, “A great plan.”

Eddie can’t take it anymore, he lets his body take over, and his lips connect with yours. It’s soft for the force he put into it. And the way you’re both a little buzzed just makes the feeling 10 times better. But then something crosses Eddie’s mind and he pulls away.

“Shit I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that,” He backs away further, leaning all the way into his chair.

“Why’d you stop?” You didn’t want him to. You never wanted him to.

“Come on. You’re Henderson’s sister. I can’t have sex with you.”

“Who said anything about having sex?” Maybe it was the two beers or maybe it was the fact that you might die tomorrow but you didn’t want to go on another minute without knowing what Eddie Munson tasted like.

You slide off you chair and settle yourself between Eddie’s spread legs. “Woah what are you-” You don’t give him time to think before you’re palming him over his sweats and slowly undoing the strings, “Y/n. We can’t,” He tries to pull your hands away but your grip on his dick tightens, causing him to relax his arms and grip the chair.

“Shiiiittt,” You pull his sweats down allowing you full access to him, only mildly surprised at the fact that he’s half hard.

You start to pump your hand around him, listening to the strained groans of the man above you. You collect some spit in your mouth before letting it go onto his cock, making it easier for your hand to glide up and down. The noises he’s making is making you wetter than you already were, you’d dreamt of this so many times and now it’s real.

“Jesus Christ sweetheart. This clearly isn’t your first time doing this, is it?” His voie had a small inkling of question in it, almost as if he was hoping it was your first time. Just so he can teach you how to do it right.

“No not really, but I haven't done it much,” You dip your head down to the base of his cock, still stroking him at a slow pace. You open your mouth and let your tongue run along the underside of him, sliding over the vein that was protruding.

Eddie throws his head back and lets out a loud deep groan. You pull off of him, stopping all your movements, “If you can’t be quiet then we’re gonna have to stop. You understand Munson?” You liked this sudden surge of dominance and so did Eddie. You could feel the way he twitched at your words, “Oh do you like it when I tell you what to do? Huh baby?”

Eddie can only nod because he knows thaat if he tries to talk all that will come out is moans.

“I need words pretty boy,” You resume your previous menestrations.

“Yes, I like that. Please don’t stop. Please,” Hearing him beg only spurs you on, speeding up you hands. You bring you knees under yourself so that you’re sitting up right and right above his hips, “Ready?”

“Mhmm,” He begins to nod but quickly fixes himself, “Yes mommy.”

That sends you over the edge, you take him into your mouth. Trying to fit all of him in at once, but he’s too big, it’s gonna take you a little to get there. All that can be heard in the house are Dustin’s snores, the slight music flooding out of your bedroom, and the obscene noises coming from the dining room. From the way Eddie moans your name to the sound of spit being mixed with precum gliding over his dick. Either way, it was heaven.

You never wanted this to stop, and clearly neither did Eddie but you could feel him tightening in your hands and the way he would twitch more often. You lift your head off of him, still stroking him at a fast pace. “You gonna cum for me pretty boy? You wanna cum for me, hmm? BE my good boy, and let me swallow every. last. drop?” And that’s it, that send him. He doesn’t even get time to warn you about what’s happening, but you’re quick and wrap your lips around him before he can ruin his pants.

He tastes sweet, oddly enough. The man who everyone deems weird and a “freak” tastes sweet, almost like candy. You milk him for what feels like forever, letting him let go into the warm cave of your mouth. Once you feel him start to soften you lift off of him and lean back on your thighs. You stare up at him, the way his eyes are glossed over and his mouth is hung open. It’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

Eddie lowers his gaze to you and watches as you show him the way his seed glides down your throat. It has his dick twitching all over again, ready for round two. You sit there and wait as he catches his breath and puts himself back into his sweats.

“Now it’s your turn,” He starts to pull you up from your spot on the floor but you resist, “What?”

“We’ll have time for me later,” You stand up and grab your two empty beer bottles and the half empty glass of water from before and start towards th kitchen.

“Wait!” Eddie grabs his empty bottles and follows you, “You can’t just give me head and not want some in return?” You place your cup in the sink and throw your empty beers away before turning to look at him.

“Who said I didn’t want any? Trust me,” You step closer to him and feel as he holds his breath, “I want some, so fucking badly.”

“Then let me give it to you. I promise I’ll make it worth your time, which it’ll take a lot of.”

“Wish I could but sadly I have to go to bed now. You know my brother dragged me into helping him and some of his friends kill this, how did you put it?” You turn your head to the side and pretend to think about what he called Vecna earlier, “Oh that’s right “a literal super demon thing”. So looks like I’m gonna have to raincheck on that Munson.” You turn on your heels and start up the stairs to your room.

“Oh no, not so fast,” Eddie grabs you by your arm and spins you around, colliding your lips once again in a fiery, passionate kiss. You moan when he runs his hand through your hair, wanting nothing more than to just stay there with him forever.

But you want to save it for later, you need to save it for later. Otherwise, what’s the point of trying to stay alive after this fight?

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on fire: a teen wolf novel chapters 17-19 and final thoughts previous chapter

it is done. the final installment of on fire is here and i am finally free.

thank you @dear-massacre for listening to me rant about this book and encouraging me to finish it.

and a thank you to @give-emhalekid for inspiring this re-read of on fire to begin with. i can finally answer your asks appropriately!

in addition to my notes and final thoughts on this novel i did make contact with the author nancy holder and have been sitting on that email for over a month now. so i'll be talking about that too.

anyway.

We start this chapter in Kate’s narration in yet another flashback to six years prior. This is when she gets information out of Mr. Harris.

The bar is called Randy Andy’s by the way. Which, and it may just be me, makes me fully believe this bar is playing Brooks and Dunn's 1991 hit Boot Scootin' Boogie on repeat.

She mentions that Harris hadn’t seen her around the school but she had pinpointed him quickly as someone weak and that she could use. This tracks.

She gets what she wants out of Harris and as she leaves the bar (which is handily across from her apartment) she sees Derek leaving with his school bag. She freaks out worried he’s onto her or found something in her apartment.

She follows him home just to be sure she’s in the clear. Like a freak.

When she returns she finds a note Derek left her explaining what happened.

However, feeling as though she could’ve been exposed, Kate decides to up the timetable of setting the fire.

Because we cannot have nice things.

We then get a small scene where she’s filling the gas cans and apparently Alt Version of Mr. McCall is the gas station attendant but he’s on the phone arguing with Melissa over money and blaming her for things. He's actually worse than canon Mr. McCall which I didn't think was possible.

Kate goes on to have her inner celebration and reminisce over her seduction of Derek. You know, just girlie things.

Once again the timeline is throwing me off. Holder places the Hale fire near Wolf Moon which makes the show starting around the same time a nice call forward but she also has homecoming around the same time. Derek muses about Kate being a chaperone for the dance and Laura is at school that morning to attend a committee meeting for the dance. For me, Homecoming was always during the Football season in September. Not that I ever went but this in January if it’s the Wolf Moon. Football season is over. This doesn't make any sense to me.

We finally return to both the present day and to Derek and Stiles. It’s been 84 years. I've aged lifetimes.

Derek tells Stiles that you can’t trust human women and leaves him once more as Derek has caught the Alpha’s scent. This is Bizzaro Derek.

Holder has given us two different wolf references mere pages from each other. She has Derek listen to Wolfgang Gartner and Stiles apparently playing Wolfenstein on his phone (this may be Wolfenstien RPG which apparently came out on mobile in 2008).

I looked up Wolfgang Gartner -- because this is what I do -- and according to Wikipedia the earliest single he released under this particular name was in 2007 which would be after the fire. He does however have a single called Hot for Teacher. I am going to fight the author.

We’re back in Scott’s narration now. He’s not having a good time. There’s smoke making everything hazy and he senses the werewolf that bit him. He calls it his “waking, walking nightmare.” and the wolf side of him is conflicted by the threat but also by the sense of pack.

Through the haze Scott does see the Alpha and they make eye contact. Once again Scott refuses to kill like in Pack Mentality. He references the incident by name.

A burning tree falls down because of course it does. Some of the sparks get on Scott so he has to remove his jacket and shirt. This is Teen Wolf after all.

Scott fights the shift trying to figure out how to save himself and Allison from the blaze.

Allison begins to become overwhelmed by the smoke and goes into a coughing fit.’ Which, heh, kinda fits with Scott having asthma previously before the bite.

Next chapter opens back on Jackson who is still having a very bad time. His vision is doubled and tripled as he passes out.

Scott remembers that Allison once did gymnastics and suggests that she use those skills to get out so he lifts her up and she somersaults out I suppose. Like a goddamned Power Ranger.

I swear Stiles is the author’s least favorite. Stiles hears a howl and begins looking for Scott and or Derek. He’s yelling for them both as he attempts to track Scott’s phone. Derek shows up with a “Yeah.”

Though I’ll admit this exchange made me laugh:

“Yeah,” Derek said, bursting from the trees. He was wolfed out, and Stiles let fly with a high-pitched, girly scream. “Was that you?” Stiles yelled. “No, that was you,” Derek said in disgust. “I mean the howl.”

Derek tries to assure Stiles the Alpha needs Scott but Stiles reminds him that he doesn’t need Allison. Derek says he also doesn’t need Allison which is a sentiment that Stiles disagrees with. Canon Derek would never.

They talk about mountain ash because Derek recognizes it from the pictures Scott was able to send. The explanation holds up fairly well to what we’re told in the show.

They find Scott and Stiles tries to instruct him but he’s in a state of panic. Derek points out that he cannot make sense of what Stiles is trying to tell him due to the panic.

E x c u s e M e. What the fuck did I just read?

Stiles wants to call 911 so a fire truck can gain access but Derek warns against it due to Scott being shifted. Derek then takes a swing at Stiles, Stiles shoves him and Derek falls off the cliff.

I am so tired.

This is a Stiles accurate line at least: “So many times, Stiles had wished for Derek to up and die. But he hadn’t meant for him to really die. Except that maybe had meant for him to really die. Just maybe not in pain, and not in front of Stiles.”

Scott pounces on Derek and they tussle. Stiles is conflicted on who he’s cheering for.

Scott doesn’t have a shirt on.

And a moment later --

“A wind washed through the tops of the bushes and showered Derek with fiery debris, setting his jacket on fire.”

Derek rips off his jacket (RIP jacket) and his shirt now leaving him also shirtless.

I see you Teen Wolf. The Weather Girls It's Raining Men is the unofficial anthem.

Stiles calls 911 because he clearly is the one holding the brain cell.

We’re back to Allison. She’s running through the woods calling for help when she spots what could only be the Alpha as she calls it an evil animal. It stalks closer to her but it moves away and she sees the wolf that she and Scott had seen earlier.

The “good” wolf’s presence seems to scare off the Alpha. It then guides Allison to safety. This wolf is never explained but it gives me Expecto Patronum vibes.

Except her safety is Kate.

Allison is now lying her ass off about why she was at the Preserve rather than with Lydia and Kate’s questioning her hard.

I had forgotten about Jackson. The van exploded by the way as the police came into the parking lot. He feels momentarily guilty about Cassie then he promptly passes out, which honestly I don’t blame him for. He’s had a shitty day.

Meanwhile back at Werewolf Rumble Derek is able to bring Scott back to himself and just as they begin to try to escape they accidentally do the memory ritual via Derek’s claws accidentally slicing Scott’s wrist and you know what? I don’t care anymore.

We get one last flashback to Derek and Laura post fire. They’re at their burned home and insane with grief. In the remains Derek finds that stupid ring he gave Kate because she’s so evil and terrible. Like. Fucking hell.

We cut to Jackson being taken to the hospital and Lydia ignoring the paramedics to ride with him. He feels guilty about Cassie’s death and tries to convince himself there was nothing he could do. In truth, there probably wasn’t. He ends up wondering if Bailey had really known about his biological father.

Allison at this point does in fact find it sus that Kate just happened to be out driving to the fire but she doesn’t examine anything too closely yet as she finds Scott and Stiles. She’s relieved that Scott's okay.

The book ends with Derek watching the scene from afar. Kate catches his eye and taunts him one last time because of course Kate does. Derek doesn’t respond.

The final line is kind of baller though. “There are more of us, bent on payback. And domination. And death. And we are coming.”

Some parting thoughts:

I remember mostly enjoying this book back when I first read it upon it's release in 2012. I think it's because I was so thirsty for more backstory on the characters and more adventures in the world.

There's a post somewhere on my blog about the book somewhere but re-reading ten years later I was definitely more critical of it and found it to be a frustrating endeavor. Maybe it's because I'm older or maybe it's because the show is over.

Largely I think it's because the book itself had no real resolution. It couldn't but I'll explain that later.

Even if there's reason for the open-ended nature of the novel it's still genuinely frustrating especially because this is a stand alone novel with no follow up.

I thought there were too many flashbacks and not enough time spent on the actual plot. Jackson is the entire plot yet we spend very little time with him in the book and he never actually interacts with the main cast except with Lydia through a text. Fucking wild. Some of Jackson's best character stuff is when he's bouncing off the other characters so it was a real shame he didn't interact with them.

The biggest issue I have though is with Derek's characterization. It just doesn't even seem like Derek to me even early season 1 Derek. The whole human slander isn't ever a thing with him.

I loathed how Laura was handled. The information we have on Laura doesn't even fill a thimble but I'd rather not know a damn thing than this version where she said the word "mateable" and isn't all that bothered by her sixteen year old brother being involved with not only an older woman but a teacher that has authority over him. Her reaction shuts Derek down so he no longer expresses his misgivings. I couldn't tell if this was on purpose or not.

I also didn't like how Stiles felt like the unfavorite here. Holder, I think had a decent grasp of his voice, but not how others reacted to him.

I also have mixed feelings about the world building Holder did via the werewolves. There were aspects I did like but overall I found it too heavy handed and too patriarchal. I think the direction the show took it was better. Talia Hale is a much better and more interesting choice.

I still do not understand why this book was commissioned at all. It isn't canon and it doesn't even follow the plot of season 1. Basically this was a promotional tool that fell short in my opinion. A waste of Holder's talent and the reader's interest.

However, there are reasons for some of this though like I said.

Back in November when I was in the middle of the book I did some research because I was insanely curious as to why this book was written the way it was. I found Nancy Holder's website which had a contact form.

I screwed up my courage and sent her a brief message asking about why the novel only referred to the first 5 episodes while largely being it's own plot. It's very unusual for a tie in novel

She answered really quickly and while her explanation didn't surprise me it still sort of did.

Essentially she was given a lot of freedom in developing her own plot as she was instructed to not give away any spoilers for the second half of the season. Which is why there's hardly anything to do with the Alpha plot line and Peter is largely left alone.

According to Holder, she is the one who asked Jeff if she would be able to fill in Derek and Kate's backstory so that whole plot is her own creation and he told to "go for it".

I think a lot of fanon seems to possibly originate with her due to this freedom which is interesting.

She's a huge fan of Teen Wolf and I found it super endearing even if I didn't like all her writing choices.

In conclusion:

#my blog #thoughts on teen wolf #teen wolf #on fire: a teen wolf novel #heather reads #[casts this book into the fire]#look mom i completed it before the end of the year!

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deeply curious about King Eddie??? if this is eddie as a drag king, i will launch myself out of a rocket at the hare moon loool

omg no that's not what it's about but wouldn't that be an amazing idea, sparkly???

king eddie is this idea that @sparklyslug and i came up with to explore a world in which tropes were reversed. eddie is actually the popular jock who's dating the head cheerleader, chrissy cunningham -- but here's the trick: they're both gay and bearding for each other until they get to college. meanwhile, steve never really got popular on account of his mother divorcing his father and moving them to a much smaller house next door to the hendersons. steve's an a/v nerd who never dated nancy and discovered he was bisexual because he sent away for star trek zines and they had some, uh, enlightening material in them. steve and eddie meet at skull rock one day and a friendship -- and maybe a romance? -- develop.

here's a little snippet for you, Chrissy trying to thwart Steve's affections for Eddie:

“Do you like Eddie?” Chrissy asks. It’s an ambiguous enough question, designed to intrigue. She knows how to play this game.

Steve nods. “Yeah, he’s really cool. Uh, we’re into a lot of the same books and movies. I couldn’t believe it when he threw out that Star Trek reference –”

“Not that kind of like,” Chrissy says. Play coy, Christine. You’re good at this. You didn’t get your social standing by being so goddamn obvious like Harrington over here. “Of course you like him as a friend. I mean, like a crush.”

“No,” Steve says, too quickly, too definitely. Gotcha.

Chrissy knows that Steve used to have a crush on her. Not in the way that every guy at Hawkins High has wanted a piece of her, no. In that puppy dog way, that innocent, sweet manner of liking someone that only happens when you’re still a virgin. She was “dating” Eddie by the time he came into her periphery, taking photos for the school newspaper with Jonathan Byers at every game. That was safe. She could coolly reject him then, because duh, she had a boyfriend, and she wouldn’t be seen with the head of the A/V club. Social suicide. But this is…different. She and Eddie have their Chicago trips, their flings, but Eddie’s never liked anyone long enough to jeopardize their relationship. And Steve never liked Chrissy as much as he definitely likes Eddie.

They’re so close, both going to the same college. She’s so close to leaving this town behind and being who she really wants to be. And she can’t let Steve ruin that for her, someone who probably hasn’t even had his first kiss.

Fuck. This sucks. But it has to be done.

“I won’t tell anyone if you do,” Chrissy says, widening her eyes, batting her eyelashes a little. “I promise.

Steve looks away, then looks back at her, lips pursed in uncertainty. “Promise?”

Chrissy knows her smile looks serene, has spent hours perfecting it in bathroom mirrors. “You can trust me.”

and here's a little snippet that my dear sparkly wrote, because I love it so much:

“Can’t deduce for my own species my ass, Henderson,” Steve crows (quietly, since the hawk could be around anywhere).

“Oh yeah?” A voice sounds from above him, and Steve whirls around, startled. “And what deductions are those, Holmes?”

For a second, Steve is pretty sure he’s flat-out seeing things. He’s a science guy, is all about facts and proofs, has found them engaging and soothing from the second he accidentally found his way into Mr. Clarks A/V Club the first day of sixth grade. But he’s automatically reaching for the fantastical right now, because what else could explain this figure, stretched out regal and comfortable on the top of Skull Rock like he’s lounging on a thrown, the setting sun throwing golden light through his dark curls and the depths of his famous brown eyes, draped in gold from his perfect skin to his letterman’s jacket?

What else could explain Eddie Munson, King of Hawkins High, regarding Steve with open curiosity and humor? Right now, when Steve is fairly sure he hadn’t caught Eddie’s notice more than five times in the entire time they’ve been classmates?

“Holmes, or–” Eddie cocks his head to the side, hair sending off more golden sparks. “Harrington. Right?”

So much for not being noticed by the guy. Steve, to his horror, feels himself blush.

#asks #thank you for asking!!

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TW for horror ish elements but uh, AU where supernatural creatures exist and the world knows about them so they don't have to hide.

Steve is one of the prestigious Harrington Werewolves, large mansion backed onto the woods for full moons. People always respected or feared his father - a werewolf like him - and so his teachers at school would let him have the day of the full moon off. Where Steve would end up alone in his mausoleum of a house, pacing and trying not to scratch and pull at his hair or punch walls as he got more and more tense as he can start to feel the pull of the full moon. He's angry and hungry and so so lonely. He knows it would be easier with someone else there with him - with pack - werewolves are social creatures except his parents are never home, he doesn't trust Tommy or Carol not to poke and prod, and set him off in a violent rage. So he goes it alone, and it fucking sucks.

The full moon rises, he takes his clothes off, and Steve walks alone into the woods. He can feel it pulling inside him, the call of the moon or the wolf or whatever you want to fucking call it. It has gotten to the point where he can't ignore it anymore. He drops to the ground and screams. Hands grasping at the dirt beneath him, body convulsing as he changes. His bones snap. His muscles tear. Fur sprouts. His muzzle grows. It looks and feels like he is being torn apart. Steve is human and Steve is a wolf and he is both and he is neither and he can hear the moon calling and he wants to rip and tear and hunt and feed and he has no one to calm him down.

He awakens alone and naked in the middle of the woods, covered in dirt and what he hopes is dried animal blood. So he goes home, showers, crawls into bed and tries not to think about going to school tomorrow.

And then he meets Nancy and he's dating Nancy and he can feel the wolf in him getting possessive so he tries to hold back. Except he can smell her perfume from across the room and hear her heart beat all the way across school and he loves her. He wants her near, but he doesn't want to hurt her. And then Barb dies in his pool and Nancy blames them both and he can hear the rumours that he killed her and its eating himself up inside.

The Demogorgan dies and he tries to be better. Nancy says he's bullshit, their love is bullshit, and Steve can hear his own heart breaking.

Then he meets Dustin and the little shit worms his way into his heart, talking about a fucked up dog that ate his cat and asking for tips about how to talk to girls. He fights Billy and is winning until Billy fights dirty and pulls out the silver tipped knife and smashes a plate on his head. He saves their lives and can slowly feel Dustin becoming one of his. He goes round to the Henderson's place for dinner and finds that actually eating a large home cooked meal before the full moon makes the anger and the hunger not as bad. He can pick Dustin's heartbeat out of a crowded room and would recognize his scent anywhere. Steve's reluctant to mention it, maybe it's too much, but he lets it slip once and Dustin thinks it's AWESOME.

Robin starts out as just a coworker, then they get locked in a Russian base together with two kids who they both agreed to protect. And Steve gets tortured to protect Robin because he can take more hits than her. And he does and she thinks they killed him. But he's alive and they're drugged and they're in the mall spilling their guts on a bathroom floor and Steve can hear her heart rabbitting in her chest and can smell the panic rolling off her. Then he makes a joke about Tammy Thompson being a Muppet and it goes away and he knows that Robin is becoming one of his. His platonic soulmate. And she starts coming round to his place after the full moon with breakfast to share. Where she holds him and helps clean him and make sure he comes back to himself. He is not alone.

Next Dustin won't stop talking about Eddie, and Steve can feel the jealously rising in his gut like a horrid sickly thing. He knows that being a werewolf can make his emotions more intense, and he knows that Dustin still loves him but he can't help but worry that he's being replaced. Then Vecna happens and Eddie's wanted for murder and he's meeting Eddie and he can smell the sheer terror rolling off the guy. And then the confusion and relief when they believe him. Next thing they're on the lake and they're in the upside down facing down bats and Steve gives into the wolf as he bites down into it. Lets his eyes glow and his teeth sharpen as he growls when he slams that fucking bat into the ground. Then he talks with Eddie and he's actually kind of cool and really fucking pretty and Steve knows enough about his emotions to know that this could be the start of an all encompassing crush and he's trying hard not to focus on the fact that the vest smells like Eddie and therefore HE smells like Eddie.

Then they're facing Vecna and Steve can't help but extend his werewolf hearing, and he hears Dustin screaming his name, calling for him to come help, it's Eddie. So Steve fucking sprints back to the trailer as fast as he can only to find Eddie bleeding out in Dustin's arms. He knows first aid from his time as a life guard, he can hear his heart still beating, so Steve buckles down and tries to save Eddie's life.

And he does and theyre in the hospital and he's not healing the way a werewolf should and he can't help but focus on the sounds of everyone's heartbeat to ground him. Listening to the sounds of Eddie's surgery through the walls. Trying to push down the overwhelming hospital smell of blood and emotion and medicine and it's all too much and he's hurt and Eddie's hurt.

And that's all I got for right now lmao

(Sorry I keep throwing these aus at you, I don't have any Stranger Things friends and my brain will not stop throwing ideas out)

Oh my sweet christ. Listen I saw this in my inbox and KNEW it was going to be good so I saved it so I could savour every single word and fuck it was worth it

Steve so used to waking up the morning after a full moon with dried tears and dirty sheets, ready to start the clean up routine but Robin let herself and Dustin in. Both sleeping in the spare room. Robin hears Steve waking up and pads through to his room, sees the mess and goes to him, holds him. Tells him it’s okay, he’s okay. Dustin comes in with fresh sheets and kind eyes, dropping the sheets on the floor to crowd around steve. To let him feel that he’s cared for. And he does. For the first time in his life he does.

——

Steve watches Eddie in the hospital. As soon as he gets discharged Steve does a patrol of the new trailer every night. Making sure he can hear Eddie’s heartbeat, forcing himself not to climb through the window when he can hear him tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He never gets close, doesn’t watch him sleep or anything, he’s not like that, Steve just wants to protect and this is the only way he knows how without telling Eddie exactly how he feels.

It’s worse when he’s in wolf form, can feel the pull of Eddie, wants to be with him, wants to keep him safe. Steve wants to talk to Robin and Dustin about this whole body need but can’t. He can’t let them know that the wolf is winning. Can’t risk them looking at him with wary eyes. So he keeps himself quiet and he does his best to protect his friends.

That is until one full moon night one of Eddie’s ‘business meetings’ goes wrong and suddenly Hawkins own Steve Harrington is bounding through town in wolf form because Eddie is in danger.

#I honestly sat slack jawed at what you wrote #I’m just in awe #I can’t form any sort of coherent thought #don’t look at what I wrote it’s absolute dirt I just wanted to make a humble offering #I’m so invested in your au I can’t cope #I mean it if you ever write anything in this again I’ll never stop thabknyou #AND YOU SENT IT TO ME!!! OF ALL PEOPLE!!! THERES MUCHBBETTER TUMBLRS OUT THERE #YOUR WRITING IS SO IMMERSIVE SO ALL ENCOMPASSING #I CANT GET ENOUGH #the details of Dustin and robin joining the way eddie is enfolded in #I JUST!!!#I really sincerely love it I can’t say that enough #truly truly thank you for sending me this #I am fully in love and i would love to read more if you find the time #I’m trying not to shout I really am I’m just so overwhelmed and I want to scream but I won’t oh my lord #everyone please read this ask #ask #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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Fluffy Sinister Strange - Masterlist

All of my stories and moodboards that contain a more fluffy soft Sinister Strange. It's not really a true series but all of these can be read that way. I envision the same reader for all of them.

Some of these haven't been posted yet but are already in the works.

Actions Speak Louder ❤ - When the only other person in Sinister Strange's gets sick he realizes just how much she has changed him.

In A Different Light ❤⛈ - After a fight with you Sinister Strange goes to quite literally see your point of view, & comes back with a new understanding.

Hang The Moon & Stars ❤🔥 - After declaring his love you for, Sinister Strange makes love to you the first time.

The Morning After ❤🔥 - What happens the first time you wake up in the arms of your new lover?

Sinister Headcanon ❤🔥 - You catch him masturbating

Personal Space ❤🔥 - You try to set some boundaries in your new relationship together, but it still ends the same way... with you both naked.

His Prize ❤🔥 - Stephen just can't seem to get enough of you, so he steals himself a little prize while you are in the shower.

Show Me/Her Prize ❤🔥 - You discover Stephen's little panty stealing habit & request a demonstration of what he does with them.

At Your Mercy ❤🔥 - Stephen is having a bad day, but you know how to make him forget all his worries.

Do You Trust Me? ❤🔥 - Stephen offers you a show of his trust and affection. He wants you take control. (Part of Kinktober 2022)

Leather & Lace ❤🔥 - Stephen gets you a present he knows you will both enjoy. (Part of Kinktober 2022)

A Light In The Dark ❤️🔥 - (Part of Kinktober 2022) (Coming Soon)

Just Hold Me ❤⛈ - Something is wrong. You are acting odd & all Stephen wants to do is help you feel better.

Sinister x Reader relationship moodboard

Fluffy Sinister Strange Playlist - Songs that inspired stories or make me think of or Fluffy Sinister & his family.

A New Year, A New Life ❤️🔥 - Stephen arranges a New Years celebration just for the two of you, & hopes will become much more than the start of a new year.

Sinister x Reader Wedding moodboard

Dad Sinister Strange moodboard - (Coming Soon)

Under The Mistletoe ❤🔥⛈ - Your first Christmas together after giving birth, & a little mistletoe reminds you how loved you really are.

Like Bunnies ❤🔥 - What better way to celebrate Easter than by doing what bunnies do best?

Room To Grow ❤🔥⛈ - Stephen tries to convince you to add to your little family.

Spooky ❤ - Even Halloween gives Stephen more reasons to love you & the life you've given him.

Dance For You/Birthday Boy ❤🔥 - Sinister reminisces on the first birthday he spent with you. (Part of Kinktober 2022)

A Natural ❤🔥 - Stephen begins teaching the mystic arts to your daughter, and you both ruminate on your current pregnancy.

A Strange By Any Other Name ❤ - Your pregnancy is starting to wear on you, but you better come up with a baby name before your daughter does.

What Could Be - (Coming Soon)

Short Drabbles - #1, #2, ❤🔥⛈

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Nobody's Fool: Chapter 20

Pairing: EddieXReader

Summary: You have bartended for years after you were forced to drop out of college due to family circumstances. You have dated your fair share of musicians, had your heart broken by one particular one, and have learned they are not be trusted. You have sworn off of them for the rest of your life. Then, one night, a new band plays at the bar, and against your better judgement, you can't help noticing the lead singer and guitar player. Could he possibly be different from the ones who came before him?

Warnings: 18+ Only due to eventual smut and language. There is also a toxic family relationship with a narcissistic mother if that is triggering for you.

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You stood in the middle of your friends, watching Eddie and his band on stage. The night was perfect. The sky was clear, the pale crescent moon like a brilliant boomerang in the sky, the stars like glittering dust the moon had sprinkled over them as you all swayed and jumped to the beat of the music. The lake brought with it a pleasant breeze that cooled your skin against the summer heat.

Robin put her arm around your shoulder, yelling, “I have to admit, your boyfriend is pretty damn amazing!”

You laughed, nodding. “Yeah, he is.”

“I love them!” Vicki exclaimed. “Why haven’t you ever taken me to see them before?”

You were so glad that Robin had finally introduced you to Vicki. She was a lot of fun, super sweet, and absolutely perfect for Robin. The two of you had hit it off immediately.

Robin shrugged. “I didn’t think this would be your kind of music.”

“I mean, yeah, I am more of a Blondie and Madonna kind of person but I love all kinds of music!” she replied.

Steve and Nancy walked up with drinks, passing them around. Jen took your hand, dancing and spinning you around and you threw your head back and laughed. You hadn’t talked about your mom again since that night. You had gone to bed not long after the phone call, unable to sleep but not wanting to talk. Jen had tried to bring it up a few times but you kept shutting her down. You just wanted to forget about your mother and all of her bullshit. And tonight, you had no room for worries about your mother anyway. You were focused on watching your boyfriend play and having fun.

You turned, watching Eddie as he masterfully played that guitar. Damn, it was like an erotic experience just experiencing him in his element, your entire body vibrating with the raw power he exuded from that stage. He was a true showman and a fucking talented guitarist. His voice was captivating, sultry and husky but also soulful, expressing so much feeling through every word he sang. It flowed over you, waves of pleasure running all across your skin. He caught your eye, giving you a wink and a smile without ever missing a beat and you smiled back.

The band finished their set and the entire crowd lost their minds, applauding, jumping up and down, screaming, and pumping devil horns in the air. You couldn’t help letting the feeling of excitement take you over, loving that the crowd appreciated how amazing they were too. The guys began unplugging their equipment and then headed off the stage to pack it away.

“I gotta say, I know you have a thing for guitarists and all,” Jen said, “and I have gone to a lot of shows with you. But that man tops them all. I have never seen someone so goddamn talented.”

“I know. He’s amazing, isn’t he?” you gushed, grinning from ear to ear.

You glanced over to look for Eddie and found him surrounded by a group of girls. He was smiling, chatting with them as he collected his things. You felt a tightening of dread in your stomach as one of the girls laid her hand on his chest, gazing up at him, batting her eyelashes.

“Mmmhmm, we’re completely head over heels for him but it’s not love,” Jen teased.

“Jesus, shut up,” you groaned, elbowing her in the stomach playfully. “You know, I think I am going to go grab another drink. I’ll be right back.”

You wandered off to the make-shift bar, needing to get away from the sight of all those beautiful girls practically throwing themselves at Eddie. You weren't surprised. Anyone who watched him on stage would want the chance to have that man as their own. You just didn’t know if he was looking around at all those tempting options and rethinking his choice to be exclusive with you and that thought filled you with more fear than you cared to admit because this was exactly why you'd sworn off of musicians. It was really hard for a man to resist temptation when it was thrust at him night after night.

Arms snaked around you from behind, lifting you up in the air, and you squealed in surprise. As your feet hit the ground again, you spun, finding the last face you ever wanted to see looking down at you.

“There’s my girl,” Sebastian smirked.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you sighed.

“It’s a party,” he scoffed as if it needed no other explanation. “And my band is playing a little later. You come to watch me?”

“Not even a little,” you snorted. “I didn’t even know Holy Anarchy was going to be playing. Trust me, if I did, I would have been anywhere but here.”

Sebastian gripped his chest, “Oh, baby doll, you wound me.” He glanced over to where your eyes had unwillingly trailed and smiled. “Ahh. We’re here for the new boyfriend. I heard his band play. They’re mediocre at best, honey. I mean, come on. I can’t believe you traded down from the Cadillac to the Honda, but hey, it’s your life.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing, “You think I traded down? Please. I traded up. He’s a million times the man you are. I went from a Nova to a Ferrari.”

“Oh!” Sebastian chuckled. “Well, it looks to me like your Ferrari is thinking about pulling into another garage over there.”

“He is not. They’re just fans, and rightfully so, because his band is amazing,” you snapped, working hard to hide the doubt that was churning your stomach to creep into your voice.

Sebastian tilted his head and pouted his lips, looking at you like he felt sorry for you. “Aww. Sweet girl, trying to delude yourself. You think I’m such a dog? Just wait. All those ladies hanging around, that whole menu spread out willingly before him…sorry darling, it’s only a matter of time before he realizes you’re just not enough to satisfy him and he decides to sample the variety life has to offer. You're just an appetizer, my love.”

“Go fuck yourself!” you hissed.

“Ohhh…I got under someone’s skin,” he smirked, his tongue playing between his teeth. “You’re already thinking it, aren’t you? And if he’s going to run off and have a little fun tonight, don’t you think maybe you should do the same?”

“Excuse me?” you huffed, eyes narrowing.

“You and me, we could just take off,” Sebastian mused, his hand twirling a strand of your hair around his finger and you slapped it away. “No one would know. You could leave Running with the Devil over there, jump on the back of my bike, and I could make you forget all about him and all of his little groupies.”

You made a noise of disgust, “Are you fucking serious? And why would I do that?”

“Leave him before he leaves you,” Sebastian said, reaching for you and you instantly stepped back. “Baby doll, it’s going to happen. I’ve played around. I’ve already had my fun and I am ready to be a one woman man. He’s just getting started. You will never be enough for him.”

“Sebastian, stay the hell away from me,” you stated, walking away from him. You could hear him laughing behind you and you clenched your fists, trying to push down all the fear and doubt that he had brought right to the surface. You didn’t want to believe him, but hadn’t you already been thinking the same things before he showed up?

“There you are!” Eddie called as you approached the group. “I was just going to come looking for you.” He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side and you swallowed hard, trying to tell yourself that he wasn't that guy. “Where’s your drink? They said you went to get one.”

“Oh, yeah, the line was too long so I figured I’d wait a bit. You guys were awesome!” you told him, plastering the best smile you could muster on your face.

“Thanks babe,” he smiled, kissing your nose. “I loved looking out here and seeing you in the crowd. I could definitely get used to that.”

“I will be at any show you want me,” you said.

Eddie smirked. “Uh-oh, you’re in trouble now. I’m going to have you at every single show.”

“Great set man,” Steve said as he approached, handing Eddie a beer.

“Thanks, but damn I’m hungry,” Eddie grumbled, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Playing always makes me hungry and horny.” He growled softly, nipping at your earlobe.

You laughed, smacking him gently, “Well, we can fix the hungry problem now. The other one might have to wait.”

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Everyone had devoured some food and now you and Eddie were standing in the sand. His arms were wrapped around your waist, your cheek resting against his chest, as you swayed to a ballad the next band was playing. He laid his cheek on top of your head and you weren't sure you had ever been more content in your life than you had in this moment.

“I missed you last night,” he said softly.

“I was having a girls night with Jen,” you laughed. “You were the one who said I should because I haven’t seen her as much lately since you’ve been monopolizing all my time.” You poked him playfully in the ribs.

“I did, and I am glad you did. I know I have to share, but I don’t like to. I’ve just gotten pretty used to you in my bed,” Eddie replied. “My bed felt all big and I had to cuddle a pillow. It wasn’t the same.”

You swallowed the giant lump that was forming in your throat. This was exactly what Robin had been talking about the other night. Maybe you were taking things too far. Maybe you needed to back off a bit, not be so coupley with him. Sleeping over almost every night was quickly moving into territory you had told herself you wouldn’t venture into. He was going to get tired of you really quickly if you weren't careful. He was going to start eyeing that menu that Sebastian had talked about, wanting to try an exotic sounding main course or dessert.

“At least I don’t have to cuddle a pillow tonight,” he said softly, his lips grazing your cheek. “Come on, let’s go for a walk down the beach.”

You took his hand, allowing him to lead you away from all the chaos and excitement. You were relieved to be heading away from the party, perhaps missing Sebastian’s set entirely. So far, the two guys had not run into each other and you would prefer to keep it that way if you could.

You walked aways and you admired the night sky over the water, the gentle sound of the waves crashing onto the sand that you could hear now that they had left the deafening noise of pounding music and loud partygoers behind. The cool air brushed along your skin and you shivered slightly, leaning into him and he wound his arm around your waist.

“Chilly?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” you answered. “The breeze is just more noticeable out here, closer to the water.”

“I know how to warm you up.” His voice was husky as he pulled you in, his lips pressing gently against yours. You rose up on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck. He always felt like absolute heaven, an everlasting paradise that you never wanted to leave.

“Mmm…” he moaned, his lips moving to your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses along the side before gently nipping at the tender skin and your body shuddered in delight. His hand slid along your thigh and under your skirt. “That was a good idea, wearing a skirt.”

“Eddie…here?” you asked breathlessly as his fingers traced up your inner thigh, pressing against your panties.

“Why not?” he asked, his mouth continuing its tortuous work, moving across the front of your throat to the other side, kisses and gentle bites that had you completely under his control, willing to agree to anything. “No one’s out here. Have you ever had sex on the beach?”

“No…” you managed as his fingers slipped under your panties, finding your center. You were already so wet from just the feel of his mouth on your skin and he groaned as soon as he touched you. His thumb slid along your folds, finding your clit and making slow circles.

“I’ve always wanted to,” he mumbled against your skin. “Seems like as good a time as any to me. I mean, if you really don’t want to.” He began to pull his hand away but you grabbed it, holding it in place and he smiled. “That’s my girl.”

His thumb resumed its torturous circles as his other hand slid under your top, squeezing your breast. You sighed, gripping onto his shoulders for dear life as your legs threatened to give out from under you.

“Jesus…” you moaned. “Eddie, don’t stop.”

“I don’t intend to sweetheart,” he responded, sliding two fingers inside of you and you yelled out. As one hand began gently pinching your nipple, rolling his thumb and forefingers over it, his other hand continued sliding his fingers in and out at a steady rhythm, his thumb still attacking your clit but with more force. You had no idea how he could multitask so well but you weren't complaining. Your whole body began to shake, your head falling against his chest, your hips rocking against his hand. His fingers turned, pressing upward and you bit your lip to keep from screaming.

“Fuck…” you whimpered into his shirt. “Oh my god…fuck, Eddie, yes…I’m going to…”

“That’s right, beautiful,” he whispered into your ear, “I want you to cum for me.”

That was all it took. You screamed his name as your entire body shook. You lost all control of your legs, your full weight collapsing against him. He caught you, one hand cradling your neck as he guided you down to the sand, his lips finding yours once again. Your fingers moved into his hair as he began to undo his belt and jeans, sliding them down his legs.

You sat up, pressing your hand against his chest. He looked at you, confused for a second, but that expression quickly changed as you shoved him onto his back, removing your panties and straddling him, your knees on either side of his hips. You reached down, gripping him in your hand, guiding him into you.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, gripping the sides of your hips as you began to move slowly up and down, torturing both of you but it was so goddamn delicious as his cock hit you in just the right places each time, causing your whole body to tremble. “Jesus Christ, you look like a fucking goddess.”

His hands slid under your top, gripping your breasts as you rode him like they were going to keep him from falling. Your head fell back and you were unable to stop the sounds of pleasure that continued in a rush from your lips. Eddie gripped the back of your neck in his hand, pulling you forward, moving his own hips now to thrust in and out harder and faster. You could feel your own orgasm stirring once again, your body hypersensitive from the previous one, every nerve ending feeling like it was flayed open.

“Eddie…yes…oh shit!”

You screamed as a new wave of pleasure rolled through you, your body spasming as you collapsed against him. Eddie wrapped his arms around you, holding you against his chest as you felt his own body shudder with release. Your chest heaving, completely spent, you placed gentle kisses along his chest and neck, earning quiet moans of pleasure. Smiling, you pressed a a soft kiss to his lips and he grinned.

“Okay…sex on the beach…so much better than I could have imagined,” he said, breathless.

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“Where the hell have you two been?” Robin demanded. “You almost missed the fireworks!”

You and Eddie looked at each, wide eyes, and then started laughing. You felt your face flush bright red, giving the two of you away.

“Ohh…” Steve said. “I know where they’ve been.”

“Oh my god, here?” Nancy asked, laughing.

“I mean, damn,” Jen chuckled. “I’ve always wondered what sex on the beach is actually like.”

“Pretty fucking amazing,” Eddie said. "I give it a fifteen out of ten."

“Jesus!” you muttered, smacking him and covering your face with your hand.

“Come on you two,” Gareth yelled, pointing to a blanket. “We saved you a blanket and a couple beers!”

“I’ll be right back,” you called out, “I have to use the restroom.”

You began to move through the crowd toward the porta potties that had been set up for the party. You waited in line, unable to stop smiling like a fool as you kept replaying what had just happened on the beach.

“Have you thought more about my offer?” a voice whispered in your ear and you jumped, spinning around.

“Jesus Christ, you have got to be kidding me,” you groaned, finding Sebastian standing behind you. "Fuck you're like a damn mosquito buzzing around. I just want to squash you!"

“Oh come on, sweetheart. I meant what I said earlier. Right now. My bike’s right over there. Forget all about your little metalhead wannabe and come with me.”

“I think I’ll pass,” you said, rolling your eyes and turning away from him again, hoping he would finally get the message.

“You know,” he said, his lips right next to your ear, “I know what I’m talking about.” He pointed to where Eddie stood, a few girls talking to him and the other guys in the band. “You see, you think I’m such a dick but what do you think is going to happen? Those ladies are pretty hot and they want a piece of your boyfriend. And once they get it, and he does exactly what I did, you’ll see I’m not the asshole you seem to think I am and you’ll come crawling right back because you know I’m the best you’re going to get. You’re nothing without me dollface. He’s just a cheap stand-in for now. I’ll be here when it all blows up in your face.”

“Get the fuck away from me,” you spat, your body shaking with anger.

“Go ahead. Keep kidding yourself that he’s so much better than me. I’ll be here to say I told you so,” Sebastian smirked, his fingers trailing down your arm. “He’s going to get tired of playing happy couple with you. Guys like us never have just one girl. He probably already has a few girls on the side. You can’t possibly think you’re the only one. You couldn’t keep me satisfied. Do you really think you're keeping him satisfied?”

“I said fuck off!” you screamed, forgetting about the bathroom and tearing away from him as fast as you could. You tried to push his words out of your head. You tried to tell herself that he had no idea what he was talking about. But did he?

As you approached the group, Eddie turned away from the girls. Your stomach lurched as you took in the three women who were so much prettier than you with their tight little bared stomachs and their long tan legs. Your head felt like it was going to explode with all the toxic thoughts that were twisting through it at this moment.

“There you are,” he smiled, taking your hand. “You ready for the fireworks?”

The girls looked you up and down in disgust and you didn’t blame them. You were never going to be able to compete with the bevy of women that were going to throw themselves at him. And why wouldn’t they? Look at him. Of course he was going to decide he needed more variety, of course you weren't going to satisfy him forever. You looked down at the sand, swallowing the tears that were trying to choke you, hands shaking, heart in your throat. The girls turned on their heels, heading off down the beach.

“Hey, you okay?” Eddie asked, tilting his head, those beautiful eyes full of concern.

“Yeah,” you managed, nodding.

Eddie looked like he wasn’t sure he believed you but were were grateful that he appeared to let it go. He sat down on the blanket and pulled you down so you were in between his legs, your back resting against his chest. His arms came around you, wrapping you snug against him, his chin on the top of your head. A few tears escaped and you blinked them away, not wanting him to see.

The fireworks show was amazing, just like Robin had promised. Blue and gold whirled into the sky. Red and green coiled and zoomed before bursting into a dazzling display. Gold flittered into the air before sending dozens of twinkling stars across the sea of black. You were actually sorry when it was over, partly because of the show and partly because you had to move and you just wanted to freeze this moment forever, this moment where everything was still okay.

“Come on princess, let’s head back to my place,” Eddie said, standing and offering you his hand.

“Umm, actually, I am going to head back with Jen,” you replied.

“Why?”

“I just, I haven’t been home in a while,” you shrugged, unable to meet his eyes, not wanting him to see the truth that was hiding behind them.

“You were there last night, weren’t you?”

“Well, yeah, but I’ve been gone so much. I just really think I should go home with her and I’m kind of wanting to just sleep in my own bed tonight. I've got work tomorrow and I just, I haven't been sleeping that well. I mean, we can see each other tomorrow, right?”

Eddie looked so disappointed and hurt and you wanted to eat all of your words back, but you had to make a distinction here. Maybe if you spent less time with him, he would want you more. Maybe you would remain interesting. Then again, maybe not. You had no idea what you were doing right now but you knew you were on the verge of breaking down and you couldn't do that in front of him. You knew that you needed some space to breathe and think.

Sebastian was an asshole, but his words had burrowed deep into your psyche. You couldn’t shake them out. He had only spoken everything that you were already scared of out loud. Every time you tried to convince yourself that maybe this time could be different, that maybe you found someone who would stay, something reminded you how very stupid you were being.

“I mean, yeah, I guess,” he said, kicking at the sand. “I just don’t understand why you don’t want to come with me. Are you sure you’re okay? You just seem a little...off.”

“Look, you already got your horny problem fixed. So, what’s the big deal? We’d just go to sleep anyway,” you said, forcing a small laugh.

He looked like you'd slapped him. “Is that the only reason you think I want you to come back to my place?”

“Jen’s leaving,” you said quickly. “I have to go if I want to catch up with her.” You kissed him quickly before running off after Jen, trying to ignore the aching feeling in your chest. This was why you were doing this. You had to put a cork in these feelings that you were quickly losing control of. You had to protect yourself because that man had the power to completely shatter you.

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auroracalisto · 1 year

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jealousy, jealousy

steve harrington x gn!reader, 530 words tw: trust issues, arguments, mentions of alcohol and parties a/n: trying out a new format, not sure how i feel about it yet

The moon had long since risen in the sky. Stars littered the vast darkness, trying to give some light to the situation it observed from afar. But even then, it seemed as if nothing could make it better.

“We’re not just friends, and you know it!”

The words left your lips before you could stop them. You had been doing that many times that evening—from the car, to the party, to now.

Were you jealous? Maybe you were jealous. But the way that woman clung to Steve made your skin crawl. It made your insides burn, boiling the alcohol that had once kept you at bay.

Steve stared at you, silence encapsulating the dirt street you stood on. Confusion etched his features, clinging to every crease in his skin as he frowned.

“What—”

You held up a hand, stopping him from speaking. Tears burned your eyes as you took in a deep breath.

“I thought we were more. I thought we were more than friends, Steve,” you said. “And you just—you just stand there, letting some girl hang off of your arm like she’s arm candy!”

“Cherish? The chick who was throwing the party? Y/n—"

“—I knew you were an asshole, but I didn’t think you’d ever be one to me.”

Steve clenched his jaw. What were you on about? You weren’t even giving him a minute to defend himself—to keep you from berating him because of a misunderstanding. He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes.

“We are not just friends,” he said. “But I would have thought you would have more faith in me than that.”

You paused, looking up at him.

“What?”

“Before you ran off. I was telling her that I was seeing someone,” he said. “Had you waited a minute, you would have seen me pushing her away. But, no, you ran. You ran, and I followed. Because we are not just friends, and I hate to think that you were about to get hurt. I hate to think that you can’t trust me.”

You frowned. Words caught in the back of your throat, but they made no attempt to come out.

“Steve…”

“No. No, I’m just… I’m going home. Do you need a ride? Nancy is back at the party. I can’t… I can’t deal with this right now.”

“Steve,” you said, panic striking you still. “Wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize—”

“—no, Y/n. Trust… trust is a two-way street, and you need to trust me at some point if this is going to work. I know you have issues. Everyone does. But that’s not… that’s not fair to me.”

Steve squeezed his eyes shut, running a hand through his already messy hair. “I’m going home. I’ll call you tomorrow. I just… need to get home.”

Steve left you there, reeling at your own mind. You knew you loved him—that much is true. But a part of you had yet to find trust; a part of you remained painfully alone in the corner of your mind, shouting orders left and right to never trust the one person you should be able to trust completely.

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munsonsduchess · 1 year

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The Prince

summary: eddie is awake but there has been no sign of prince steve since, concern increases for the prince's safety w/c: 1,70 warnings: mentions of eddie's injuries, mentions of blood, swearing, mentions of someone being held against their will (non sexual) a/n: welcome to chapter three of shadow of the moon, now also on ao3 we're getting into the nitty gritty a little bit now since i had a bit of a breakthrough where this story was concerned earlier in the week and i'm excited to get into it with you all

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(moodboard by me)

A few days after Eddie had woken you'd been inundated with visitors. It seemed the Prince had been trying to hold back the horde of young adults who wanted to see their friend now he was no longer in a healing slumber.

Nancy and Robin had come along to 'supervise' but you suspected that they were really just there to stop Dustin and Mike from causing any more harm to Eddie,

"What happened?"

"Did you see the guy?"

"Does Steve know who it was?"

"Is he going to kick their ass?"

Eddie didn't seem daunted at all by the barrage of questions thrown his way and answered them with ease. No he didn't see who it was, he doesn't know what Steve knows, let's be honest Steve is more likely to get his ass kicked than anyone else.

The last statement brought laughter flowing freely from the children and even from Nancy and Robin, apparently the Prince had a reputation for losing fights.

You hadn't seen the Prince since Eddie had woken and you suspected he was finding it hard to leave the grounds of the castle after the stunt at the river, no doubt the young men had been more than eager to tell anyone who'd listen about their chivalrous Prince since word had even reached you by now about how the Prince had 'saved' a young woman by the river but thankfully your name had been omitted, you didn't think the people of Hawkins would be so eager to praise the Prince for his actions if they knew you were involved.

Nancy seemed to catch you deep in thought and had come to sit beside you at your work table,

"Steve told us what happened, I didn't think Jason Carver would have been the type"

"I don't think he had the same idea as his friends" you answered honestly, "he seemed to have a different agenda"

Nancy hummed in thought. Perhaps she knew something and the incident at the river was only adding fuel to a fire she'd already suspected was burning,

"He's a great follower of the Royal Advisor, Henry, practically idolises him" Nancy spoke carefully, sounding her thoughts out, "Steve has never trusted Henry. There's something about him that just doesn't sit right"

"I've never known a Prince to trust someone with their father's ear" you said, "they're too concerned with what that person might be saying about them and how it would affect their right to the throne"

"Steve isn't like that. He doesn't care about being King"

It was true you hadn't got that impression from the Prince from the interactions you'd had with him but he was still just that. A prince. You'd really rather not get embroiled in the dramas of Royalty.

It turned out that Eddie was a terrible patient when he was awake, as you found out when you attempted to change his bandages,

"Ow! That hurts!"

"If you'd stop flinching it wouldn't hurt!" you snapped back, you'd been trying to change his bandages for the last ten minutes and it was increasingly difficult and your temper was getting the best of you,

"I'm flinching because I was mauled and your bedside manner is terrible! What kind of healer are you anyway?"

"I think you'll find I am not a healer, Master Edward. I peddle charms and potions but your friends were desperate when they brought you to my doorstep so I offered my help"

"Sure as a favour for the Prince" Eddie scoffed, "should have just brought me home"

"Oh yes I'm sure that would have worked out so well" you retorted, "you would have bled out if I had not been here to help"

"Ow!" Eddie was unable to think of a witty comeback when you'd touched the washcloth to one of the larger wounds on his side and he flinched away again,

"If you do not sit still and let me clean your wounds and rebandage them they will become infected and then you will be worse off than you are now, and I don't much feel like explaining to your friends how I let you get that way because you were a fussy child who refused to sit still!"

Eddie merely pouted and did his best not to wince the next time you pressed the washcloth to his wounds. Finally you were able to clean and redress Eddie's wounds and he lay back on your bed having been unable to get up and move around quite yet.

You were still sleeping on your mound of blankets by the hearth and while it wasn't the most comfortable place you were sure the Prince would arrange for his friend to be moved to better lodgings now that he was awake, it was only a matter of time you supposed until you were left to your solitude again.

The only thing was that neither you nor anyone else apparently had seen or heard from the prince in more than a week, which was troubling Robin most of all,

"We're best friends, he's never not found some way to contact me" she'd come by in a frantic state to see if there was anything you could do to try and reach the Prince, "I don't want to think about what might have happened to him"

"I can try and divine something" you'd told her, "but there is no way to know for certain what is happening"

You'd brought your cards to the table and had Robin hold them for a while to absorb her energies and her concern for her friend before handing them back. Placing the cards out in front of you immediately began to show an unfavourable scenario,

"What? What do they say?"

"It would seem your prince is being held somewhere, i'm unsure where, he is being held under the instructions of a powerful man, guarded so he cannot leave, this powerful man is angry with the prince for something, he will not harm the prince but he is incredibly angry"

Robin slammed her hands on the table and stood up in a flash,

"You heard all that right?" she addressed Eddie as she spoke who you hadn't even realised was awake, "you know what that means"

"Yeah, his old man" Eddie agreed, "probably found out about Steve helping me, you know what happened last time"

"I'm going to get Nancy" Robin announced as she stormed out of your cottage angrier than you'd ever seen her,

"Well, that's certainly the most emotional reaction to a reading I've had in a while" you sighed picking your cards back up, "I don't know why you're all so eager to involve yourself in the daily lives and drama of your Royals but I commend you for your loyalty"

"It's not like that" Eddie bit out, "Steve's a good guy"

"So I'm told. I'm certain it's a welcome change to have a kind ruler waiting in the wings"

"You don't get it" Eddie said, shaking his head, "Steve is different, why do you think he brought me here?"

"Because I was the closest and I doubt any doctor could have helped you as I did"

"Because the doctor in the castle would have just let me die!" he all but yelled, "people in town don't give a fuck about me and they'd be happy if I was gone, but not Steve. He dragged my ass here because he trusted you, he knew you'd help. Because he's a good person"

You were stunned for a moment. You'd simply assumed the Prince endeared people to him by not being as iron fisted as his father clearly was. However the loyalty you'd seen from those who called him friend was different than anything you'd ever seen before where Royalty was concerned.

Still, you couldn't afford to become attached to anyone in this town no matter how endearing they seemed. Your life was a solitary one, you were simply biding your time until the fine people of Hawkins decided they'd had enough of a witch living in their town.

It was always the same. No matter where you went. You couldn't count on doing one favour to change the very nature of people.

Including Princes.

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