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whatyadrawin · 5 months

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The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 4-

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Approximately 2,920 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt(HeadCanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Mentions of violence sort of, Mild sexually suggestive language.

A/n: I have a big work week ahead of me so I may not be able to get much done in terms of writing and especially in terms of art, but I am excited to write out more chapters. In this chapter there is pretty much just fluff so I wasn't sure of what to write for warnings (I'm so bad at knowing what should be a warning I'm so sorry). Enjoy this chapter and the art, leave a like or a comment, Re-blogs greatly appreciated!

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Chapter 4

A month has passed since you moved to Fuller, Texas into a property left to you by a distant relative. You visited the Hewitt family at least two or three times a week and made close friends with Luda Mae; every now and then you would see Tommy, and Luda Mae would try to get him to talk to you but he would just freeze and avoid contact. Eventually he would be able to stay in the same area when you were there but never in the same room, he would just quietly watch from the doorway of the next room or outside. His avoidant and distant behavior did not help your budding feelings for him nor your desire to speak to him.

The other day, you were invited to dinner by Luda Mae and you offer to cook for them so you can bond over some good food. You spent most of the day repairing small bits of damage in the house, and making sure the pipes in the home had proper fittings. You took your time cooking large decadent dishes to impress the Hewitt's, mashed potatoes, fried asparagus, a hefty salad, and some finely glazed roast chicken with grilled corn. This food was the kind to make family out of friends and you were so excited to share it; the chocolate cake you baked the night before was ready to be frosted with your own recipe for vanilla icing.

Once the food was packed away in some bags, you got changed into a black summer dress that had a flower pattern in red, you put on a pair of red flats, some makeup, and a spritz of expensive perfume. The walk to the Hewitt house lasts only about ten minutes but the bags of food started to weigh you down and make you wish you had taken the car. When you reach the driveway, you have to set the bags down and take a rest. As you catch your breath and shake out your arms, you hear heavy foot steps coming towards you, when you look up you see Tommy, he looked different, he looked… good.

Despite still wearing the dark leather half-mask, you were actually able to see a lot of his face due to his hair being oiled back slick. His heaving chest was pressing against his black T-shirt that hugged his torso and really showed just how thick with muscle he was. He had new looking jean pants that clung to his thighs and a belt buckle that shone in the evening sky. His shoes were especially interesting, he had on a freshly shined pair of black snake skin cowboy boots tucked under his jean cuffs. You could not believe how well this massive recluse cleans up, and while he was still extremely intimidating, his fresh appearance was so overwhelming that you couldn’t speak.

He walks right up to you but doesn’t look you in the eye, he just takes your bags and stands behind you waiting for you to start walking to the door. His height was unlike anything you have ever seen, your head reached the base of his pecs. You were blushing so much, you could feel your cheeks flush with heat, you say to him,

“T-thank you”

He holds the heavy bags like they were nothing, his hands are huge and rough, his exposed arms were thick with muscle but riddled with scars that made you curious. He doesn’t say a word as you both walk up to the front door where he then opens it for you and waits for you to enter. Luda is already at the entrance wearing a pretty tea length dress in pastel blue, with yellow birds, her hair is in a pinned up-do, she greets you,

“Evenin’! I see Thomas helped you with your things, what a good boy he is”

You smile “Yeah, I’m glad he came to help honestly. I didn’t realize how tough it was going to be walking here with those bags being so heavy, I should have driven down haha”

Luda Mae takes your hand and leads you inside saying “Well come on in! Let’s get this stuff to the table so we can all eat, I’m sure you’re hungry”

You get to the table which is set nicely, the dishes seem to all be bone china with flowery designs along the outer edges, the large table is rustic and humble, but cozy. Luda Mae calls everyone to the table and tells you to sit at the end of the table, Charlie who is wearing a worn dress shirt that is too big for him and a red bowtie, attempts to sit next to you but Luda Mae snaps at him,

“NOT THERE CHARLIE, THAT’S TOMMYS SEAT!”

Charlie sighs and gets up; he looks at you,

“Oh, I see how it is” he gives you a wink.

Tommy comes in last and stands in the doorway, Luda Mae calls over to him,

“Come Thomas, you take your seat right next to Y/N”

He glances at you from under his brow and goes and sits in the chair next you making sure he is not touching you. He is such a big man that he is still towering over you even while sitting. Luda Mae takes her seat and says,

“Now then, let’s all say grace. Charlie, if you’ll do the honors”

Charlie rolls his eyes and starts “Dear lord, bless this here food, even though it ain’t like what were used to, bless it anyway”

Luda Mae scoffs adding “And bless Y/N for makin’ the effort to make us a lovely dinner tonight. Were eternally grateful for you bringin’ us Tilly, who bought them cows and chickens for us so we may absolve our sinful ways, amen”

You were feeling a bit confused at what she meant by ‘sinful ways’ but they all said amen so you just ignored it. The dinner started and everyone began to dig in to the dishes you prepared. Tommy waited until you took some food for yourself and then he started grabbing some scoops of the food to load onto his plate, Luda Mae sees this and says,

“Thomas is a big boy; he needs a lot of food to keep himself strong. I apologize if he seems greedy” she gave a serious look at Tommy who slowly put the mashed potato spoon down.

You feel a tinge of sadness at Luda Mae scolding Tommy, you reply,

“Oh no please, let’s eat as much as we can tonight so I don’t have to bring so much home. I made more than enough; I think”

Tommy glances at you, Luda Mae says “Well alright then Tommy, go ahead then, just make sure everyone else gets some”

Charlie laughs “Tommy boy eats more than the damn hogs do, I swear there’s nothin’ left when he’s near food, gotta eat quick!”

Luda Mae whacks Charlie’s shoulder for him to shut up but he just laughs, you giggle at the playful nature of this family and you feel comfortable around them, you feel a closeness to people that you hadn’t felt since the last time you saw your best friend. You can’t help but make quick glances at Tommy to be able to drink in his appearance for your memory to retrieve when you need it. You felt the nerves in your stomach tightening causing a slight cramp, you had a massive crush on Tommy and it was time to admit it to yourself. Tommy ate his food at a decent pace, each bite was small enough to fit through the slit in his mask; you still didn’t understand why he wore it but you were too afraid to ask in case it was something he was sensitive about.

Luda Mae see’s you watching Tommy and she smiles,

“We all made sure to look nice for you tonight, it’s a special occasion to have a guest cooking us dinner, right Charlie?”

He just nods and scarfs down the food on his plate, Luda Mae gives him a stern look but he doesn’t react, she continues,

“Thomas doesn’t have many clothes that fit him given that he’s such a big strong boy, but we were able to find some nice clothes in storage. What do you think Y/N? Does he look handsome?”

Tommy widens his eyes and looks over quickly at Luda Mae, trying to avoid eye contact with you.

“I think he looks amazing” you blurted out without even thinking, you felt embarrassed for not saying something less abrupt, -Oh god they probably think I’m desperate or something, why didn’t I just say he looks nice!?- Luda Mae smiled even bigger and Tommy quickly looked back at you in shock that anyone other than his mother would say something positive about him, especially about how he looked. Luda Mae looks at you and gives a cheeky smirk saying,

“I know Thomas thinks you look very beautiful tonight, don’t you Thomas?”

Tommy looked at Luda Mae and then quickly looked back at you, he was so flustered and you noticed the top of his cheeks that weren’t hidden by the mask began to flush with a rosy pink. Luda Mae continued,

“Well Thomas? Don’t be rude to our guest, you tell her she looks nice!”

You felt bad for Tommy who was put on the spot by Luda Mae’s question, you wished so badly to hear the answer but Tommy just looked down at his plate with wide eyes and blushing cheeks. You smiled at the sight of such a large grown man reacting like an embarrassed teen, you could almost hear the squeal of protest ‘Mom! You’re embarrassing me!’. You giggled to yourself, this was the most fun you had had with people in ages, you were so lonely back in Rivers Manitoba that even the rare relationship you got into would fizzle out so quickly from them being abusive or losing interest. You felt safe with the Hewitts, even if the things Dover said to you were true about them, you didn’t care, you wanted to be part of a family, this family.

Eventually dinner finished and the cake was brought out by Luda Mae, she cut some large slices for everyone and when she took the first bite her eyes widened and she said,

“My, you’re an incredible cook Y/N. This is the best darn thing I have ever eaten since my mama’s banana cream pie”

Charlie took a bite and slammed the table, which startled you and made Tommy give him an angry look, he said,

“WHEW GIRLIE, THIS IS SINFUL!”

Tommy looked at his slice and took a small piece on his fork and bit into it, his eyes closed and he let out a deep breath through his nose as he leaned his head back allowing you to see just how thick his neck was. There was some stubble peeking through from under his mask and it made your heart flutter, this was a fully-grown, red-blooded man, and you had a flash of an intrusive thought fly through your mind of him leaning his head back from a different kind of pleasure; you shook your head and looked away, trying to suppress a smirk that was trying to creep its way onto your face. Luda Mae looks over at you and asks,

“Are you alright dear?”

You snap back into reality and reply “Yes, sorry I just got… dizzy, must be from all the good food”

Luda Mae is looking a bit concerned,

“Let me get you some more water sweetheart, maybe you are just hot”

You feel a sense of embarrassment at the passing thought you had, it was really unlike you to be so turned on by a man, but Tommy was no ordinary man and he was bringing out feelings in you that you never knew you had. Luda Mae comes back with some ice water and gently places a hand on your shoulder, and pours some water in the glass in front of you. This woman was so motherly to you, the month that went by just reinforced these feelings as every time you met up with her, she was always concerned with how you were doing and trying to get you to rest or talk about deep feelings, she was a large comfort to you.

The night finally concluded after so much laughter and conversation between you, Luda Mae, and Charlie. Tommy had gotten up after cake and left the table before the night was over which made you feel a bit anxious that he was uncomfortable but you had fun despite the anxiety. When you got your things and placed them back in the bags, you said goodnight to Charlie as Luda Mae walked you out saying,

“Don’t let Dover bug you anymore ok hun? He used to make Tilly so upset but eventually he left her alone once she got close with us, I reckon he will do the same with you once he realizes who you’re friendly with. If you feel scared walking back, have Thomas, take you, he is in the barn there”

You thank her and say goodbye, maybe getting Tommy to walk you back would be a good idea so Dover would stop popping out of bushes to tell you how stupid he thinks you are and how badly he wants you to leave. You make your way down to the barn and see Tommy sitting on a bale of hay staring out the open barn doors, the bright shine of the moon casting a silver light on him. You walk up to him and say,

“Hey, Thomas, would you please walk me back to my house? I don’t want to deal with Dover harassing me.”

You see him look over at you and he nods slowly, getting up and moving over to face you, his hand held out to signal you to give him your bags so he could carry them for you. He waited to let you walk in front of him but you didn’t move, you spoke,

“Can…I walk next to you?”

Tommy looked surprised but he nodded and followed next to you out of the barn, you both made your way to the road, he was making sure to keep your pace so he didn’t get ahead of you. The sky had thick dark clouds rolling through it but the moon held its bright glare, coating you both with a cold light, you looked up at Tommy who was remaining silent as he walked next to you, his brows were relaxed and his eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead of him. You felt so safe with him, he was like a large guard dog, keeping watch of your surroundings and staying close to you, ensuring that he keeps his pace in line with yours.

You smile, the fact that you were alone with him was exciting, you wish you were able to say something but you couldn’t find the words. Just as you were giving thought to something to say, he looks down at you and catches you smiling at him. He looks at you confused, why would anyone smile at the likes of him? His whole life he was ridiculed and made fun of for his appearance, a girl never gave him even a glance and the ones he liked screamed when he came near them. You were different, you were beautiful and kind, and you smiled at him, no screaming or running away, he felt good being around you, he felt safe with you, but this was a different kind of safe to the one you felt, this was trust.

You both got to your driveway and he walked you up to the door, setting your bags down, you turned to him and said,

“I really appreciate you walking me to my home Thomas, you’re a really nice man”

Tommy’s eyes met yours and he nodded, you went to pick up your bags but stopped when you saw him pointing at you,

“Yes?”

He continues to point at you, you try to look around if there’s a stain or bug but he just goes and reaches for the dress fabric on your shoulder and points at that, you smile and reply,

“Oh, my dress! You never told me if you liked it”

He nods and gives a thumbs up, you laugh and thank him. You grab your bag and make your way inside, turning to give him one last look and say,

“Goodnight Thomas, I hope we get to spend more time together soon”

You gently shut the door and Tommy turns to leave, his cheeks are warm and his eyes wide; You, a beautiful woman, want to spend time with a monster like him? The things he has done in the past for his family were evil, his past was stained forever with the blood of the many victims taken by his hands. He tried to push down his budding feelings because he knew deep down that an innocent angel like you would never accept his sins. The walk back to his home was full of mixed emotions, he was scared to get closer to you in case you find out about his past and react like the girls from his past would, screaming at him in horror and fear. He couldn’t help but have hope though, you were after all, different.

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wlw-imagines · 4 months

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Inevitable - Camila Mendes/Reader

prompt: "Hello! Maybe something where reader joined the riverdale cast and her and Camila Mendes gets close?? Like they flirt every day and after a while they start dating? Thanks💋" - anon

a/n: these are from my old tumblr thefandomwritings from back in 2018 ! re-vamped and re-purposed!! hope u enjoy and forgive the 2018 me style writing

Your relationship with Camila had started out as a strange one. You were clearly bound to be friends from the moment you met when you joined the RIverdale cast for Season 2. The idea of joining a cast that had already bonded terrified you but she had welcomed you with open arms and always spent her spare time with you.

At first you had thought she was just one of those extra friendly people, her and Lili always mentioned how they got on so well from the beginning, but your friendship wasn't really like that. At least not in your eyes.

That may have been because you had very quickly developed feelings for the girl. Your relationship had quickly become a flirtatious one, only fuelling your feelings. But you were sure that for her it was only ever going to be a friendship - flirting with one another was only a competition of who could be the bigger flirt. You were convinced she would never feel the same as you did.

You were walking across the car park to the set for your first filming, the costume you were wearing already felt like home and the friends you were with already felt like family. You were all joking together when you were distracted by a distant wolf whistle.

Looking up, you noticed Camila standing in the direction you were walking towards. Once she noticed you were looking again she wolf whistled again and you could just about see her wiggling her eyebrows with a cheeky grin.

You looked behind you, slightly confused, "Who's she-?" Madeleine laughed and hung her arm around your shoulders and Lili smirked. "What?"

"You just got cat-called by Cami, congrats." Lili squeezed you lightly, “She means well. It must be her horny teen way of flirting, I think.”

"Who... with me?" The two nodded, laughing. "Huh?" You glanced at Camila again who was still looking at you but obviously attempting to pretend not to.

Lili looked between the two of you and let out a small gasp, "Are you guys dating?"

"What? No!" You shook your head. You'd only known each other just under a month, not that that had stopped you falling half in love with the girl.

"Well, I'm calling it. It's happening." She shrugged as if you no longer had a say in the matter any longer, it was fate. You just shook your head and rolled your eyes before heading on set.

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It had been three weeks since you had started filming with the cast of Riverdale and you were glad to say that your character hadn't been murdered off just yet, hopefully insinuating that they liked you.

You had really settled in at this point, having to spend hours in makeup helped forge your friendships with the crew and spending even longer with your fellow actors behind the scenes meant you were as close as could be. It was strange how quickly you could make friends when you were together 24/7 in their highs and lows.

Right now was one of your lows.

You were in makeup, it was 4:20 in the morning and you wouldn't exactly say you were elated to be there. Michelle, the woman who worked on your makeup, had made your life as cheerful as it could be at such an early hour. Even so, when you had to look in the wall mirror in front of your chair, you'd immediately noticed the bed hair and dark circles under your eyes. Michelle had her work cut out for her today.

And talking about Michelle, she had disappeared. She had told you where she was going but you were definitely not concentrating. So you were kind of surprised that when you heard someone come up behind you, it wasn't Michelle but Camila standing there.

"Looking hot Y/N." You looked at Camila in time to see her wink at you, already in full make-up and her cheerleading costume. Not for the first time since meeting her, you felt the butterflies in your stomach but shook them off and jokingly rolled your eyes.

"Right back at you Mendes." You attempt to wink back but since you were still half asleep you failed miserably, causing the other girl to throw her head back and let out a loud laugh.

She came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your shoulders so you were both looking at each other in the mirror. "You know, I think you're cute... so I mean this in the most loving, supportive way but- you actually look slightly like death. You sleep okay?"

"Mhmm," You nodded, not wanting to delve into a deep discussion about your sleeping issues. It did, however, make your heart skip a beat to see Camila look genuinely concerned for you, but before she had the chance to push further you moved the conversation on, "I mean, obviously I would have slept better if you were by my side."

The corners of her mouth twitched upwards as she shook her head and softly said "You're welcome to join me any time". She stood there for a moment, just looking at you before taking a deep breath and unwrapping her arms from you and straightening up, "I'll see you on set Y/N."

"Yep, see you." You gave a small wave but was quickly distracted by Michelle reappearing out of the storage cupboard. And so began the torturous session of hair being styled, lips being painted and eyelashes being curled (it was never ending).

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Moments like these were some of your favourites. You had reached the end of filming for the second season and so most of the cast were hanging out at Madeleine and Lili's as an end of season party. You had bought in a load of pizzas and KJ had brought alcohol. A lot of alcohol. You all took this as an opportunity to chill out, gossip and just let your hair down.

It didn't take anyone long to get way too drunk, everyone apart from Camila and Lili who seemed to be making sure no one set the apartment (or themselves) on fire.

"Camila." You smiled as you fell down next to her on the sofa, "You look very sober."

She smiled and looked at you, and if you were sober you would definitely have managed to notice the heart eyes she had when looking at you. Drunk you just thought you were hallucinating. "And you are very drunk. Come on, I'm taking you to a bed." She stood up and helped you up as well, holding you close to her to keep you steady.

"At least take me on a date first." You laughed, swaying dangerously close to her lips.

She raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly, "Mhmm, maybe tomorrow."

You nodded, seemed a fair enough deal, "I'm holding you to that."

"I'm not so sure you'll remember." She opened the door to Madeleine's room (Madeleine was already passed out on another sofa) and placed you on the bed, "Wait here, I'll get you some water." Camila walked out and you let yourself fall back on the bed and closed your eyes. In no time at all, Camila was back with a plastic cup of cold water. She helped you sit up and drink some before relaxing slightly, her protective side showing ever so slightly.

You glanced at your water and then to the girl sitting next to you before smiling a very drunk smile, "Okay, okay. Cam, what's your opinion on water?" She took one look at you and shook her head, laughing.

"Oh god, this isn't your attempt at drunk flirting, is it?"

Nearly tipping your glass of water, you tried rolling your eyes before putting your hand on her knee, "Just answer the question, dumbass."

She cleared her throat and licked her lips, looking down at your hand before answering, "Alright, I, uh, I like water. It's good. Why?"

"Because, that means you like 80% of me."

Her face broke out in a smile and she kissed your temple (although that may have been something you also hallucinated in a drunken haze) "Oh babe, I like 100% of you." She moved some hair out of your face and took the glass of water away, putting it on the bedside table. "Come on, let's get you into bed." She stood you up again and begun to unbutton your trousers.

'Woah, woah, woah. Stranger danger." You mumbled, squirming away.

"Y/N? I'm not trying anything, I'm just-"

"Nope."

"You'll be uncomfortable sleeping in your jeans, I'm just-"

"Away!"

"You are such a pain, get in bed." Giving in, Camila forced you under the duvet and was about to leave when you pulled her in next to you.

"Good night Cam." You mumbled, wrapping your arms around her. She was about to protest when she looked at you and suddenly couldn't think of anywhere else she would rather be.

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It had been a few months since you had seen your friends and cast members. You had been completely absorbed with your latest project working on Supergirl and hadn't managed to see anyone. That was until you started the press run for Riverdale. AKA days of interviews, comic con panels, photoshoots. Doing all this only reminded you of how much you were in love with Camila. You were hardly able to look away from her in any interview.

It took until the very end of your press tour to decide to confess. You were tired, in love, and ever so slightly drunk when you knocked on her hotel door.

Camila opened the door and looked suitably surprised to see you. She opened her mouth to say something but you interrupted her. "I've just realised something." You stared at her, taking everything about her in. This made you pause long enough that she spoke up.

"It's 2am, you're either drunk or you've finally realised that you're completely and totally in love with me." She smirked slightly but you didn’t miss the slight way her eyes dulled. You grinned and stepped (swayed) closer to her.

"Yeah."

Rolling her eyes, she gave you a fond look and pulled you into her room, closing the door behind you. "Right, I'll get you some water. Come on, I-"

"What? Why would I need water for- oh, no. I'm... It's not the drunk option. Although I did have a bit of liquid courage before with the guys at the bar to get me to-" You stopped yourself from rambling and shook your head. "I love you Camila."

Her hands became still as she looked at you, her mouth hanging open slightly in shock and her eyebrows raised. She blinked a couple of times before she cleared her throat and forced a smile. "You're drunk, kind of reminds me of the end of season party." She shook her head, "You don't mean that. Or you won't in the morning." She bowed her head, distracting herself by fixing you up a glass of water, making it look like a much harder job than it really was.

You frowned at her reaction, not quite expecting that from her. You didn't truly know what it meant but you stepped forwards, taking the glass out of her hands and turning the tap off. Putting both hands under her chin, you softly pushed her chin up so she was looking at you.

"Camila, it has taken me way too long to say this.. but, I love you. And that really isn't alcohol talking." Softly but surely you placed your lips on hers, finally doing what you should have done months ago.

Camila pulled away and smiled, keeping her arms around you and your body close to hers, "Y/N? I love you too."

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plzu · 11 months

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Just Water, Thanks - (Adrian Chase x Reader)

part four☕️

a/n: tbh if my 13 y/o self saw me updating a multi-chapter fic [redacted] months after the last update, she'd be impressed. this is shorter than i wanted it to be bc i had to cut it off. consider this an in-between chapter as we navigate (negative) emotions and such. anyway, hope y'all don't mind as i steer this story into angst territory! Summary: Adrian takes care of you while you are drunk and miserable in his home. Warnings: 18+, no Y/N, ANGST (reader is going thru it), mentions of assault, mentions of gore and blood and nightmares, a reference to one of the Saw movies (idk which, sorry), not beta read, if i missed anything lmk pls!! Word Count: 3.3k+

Revelations are dizzying. Revelations taste like vomit in the back of your mouth, and the backs of your teeth. Revelations leave you sore all over, more sore than you think you’ve ever been. Revelations are exhausting. They leave you parched as shit.

Or maybe that’s just the alcohol.

The night wasn’t supposed to go like this.

It was supposed to be some girls from high school. Old friends. Best friends. The people that were your anchor in Evergreen, who made everything bearable. Late night talks and laughing over the dumbest things and whisperings about crushes and aspirations.

People you slowly stopped talking to once you moved across the country, to some city that could swallow you whole.

People that decided to return the favor. Two last minute ditches, and one that completely ghosted you. They’re just busy, you thought, a dirty martini and a half in. They have real jobs, and spouses, and… kids? Maybe?

Pouty and miserable at the sleek bar, drowning your insecurities in alcohol, picking at the olives at the bottom of empty glasses. They’re too- too good for me, anyway.

Having found some semblance of happiness in an unlikely friendship with Adrian Chase, you thought you’d finally venture out, expand your social circle again. Feel like you have everything together, finally.

Learn to experience snatches of happiness elsewhere, outside of time spent with Adrian. Because, face it: there is something that feels slippery about him. Evanescent. Like one day he’s going to disappear, or get bored of you.

Or reveal whatever secrets he’s been clearly harboring, something neither of you could return from, and the wedge that it would drive between you would leave you right back to where you started: a ghost that didn’t even have the good grace to properly die.

You walk -- stagger, really -- down the empty street, most of your weight supported by the masked Vigilante. Adrian is supposedly under that mask. You cannot wrap your head around this fact, even after watching Vigilante answer Adrian’s phone, and say some bullshit excuse only Adrian could come up with.

“Alright, here we are!” Vigilante (Adrian?) declares. “The Vigilante-mobile.”

You both come to a stop. You squint bleary-eyed at the 4-door sedan, glance at the masked face beside you, then back to the car.

“It’s just your regular car.”

Vigilante -- no, Adrian, definitely Adrian -- snorts. “Well, yeah. I can’t exactly afford a second car with a busboy salary.”

This almost makes you laugh, because Adrian is good at that, really. Effortless. But nausea stirs in your gut, so you decide against it. Grumble a wordless response instead.

Adrian attempts to ease you into the passenger seat, asking if you’re hurt anywhere else. If they hurt you in any worse ways other than the obvious. You can only shake your head noncommittally, fighting back the urge to vomit again. There will definitely be bruises and sore spots on your aching body from the rough way they had handled you, but you know what he’s really asking.

Head slumped back against the headrest, you close your eyes for a few minutes. You have to buckle up, Adrian urges, but you cannot find the strength or the energy to pull the seat belt around your body. A pathetic little huff is all you can really muster before Adrian, patient and gentle, pulls the seat belt around your torso and fastens you in place.

Unfortunately, the gentle action is buffeted by the coppery scent that washes over you, the roughness of his gloves and suit briefly scraping your skin; this doesn’t smell like Adrian. Not like the familiar Irish Spring soap, or coffee and caramel after visiting you at the cafe. This makes you whine. Whimper, really, dissatisfied and uncomfortable and very momentarily scared.

Misunderstanding, he tells you you’re going to be okay, in a voice that’s a touch too animated for the general mood of the night.

When the door is shut, you try not to suffocate in the brief silence that follows. Keep your eyes closed as the muffled thud of the trunk jolts the car a bit, willing the queasiness away. Desperately wishing for water, or sleep, or death.

You do not open your eyes when Adrian finally gets in the car, and starts driving, until he mentions something about taking you home. At that point, your eyes fly open.

“No,” you beg. “No, Adrian, please. I can’t go home like this. I don’t want them to see me like this.”

There’s a quiver in your voice. Nervousness builds in your chest, a rapid flutter in your ribs that makes you feel like crying. Adrian stares, eyes flicking from your face to the quickening rise and fall of your chest, and you realize it’s just Adrian sitting next to you, now. Wearing normal clothes. No blood-splattered suit or eerie red visor. Just the familiar--if slightly disheveled--curly hair and glasses, lips parted in confusion or concern. Seeing his bare face is almost a comfort, especially when he nods, and faces the road again.

The trip to Adrian’s apartment becomes a hazy memory. He walks you through the corridors of some small apartment complex until you’re trudging through the threshold of his home, where he guides you through the dark into his bedroom. You sag into the edge of his bed once he turns on the light.

“Gotta get you cleaned up, but… do you need water?” Adrian asks. You only stare back up at him before he goes, “right, yeah, no, you definitely need water. Wait right here.”

When he comes back, Adrian is juggling a couple of bottles of water and a first-aid kit to dress your wound. He sets everything down, handing you a chilled water bottle which you gratefully accept. You cannot unscrew the cap of the bottle fast enough to immediately quench the discomfort of your sandpaper tongue.

“Slow sips,” Adrian says, after some reckless guzzling causes you to choke and dribble water all over your chin.

Setting the bottle aside, you notice stands with his back to you on the other side of the room. You realize this is him giving you privacy so you can begin the struggle of taking off the stockings. They get halfway down your thighs, dress rucked up around your hips, before the effort of it unlocks a well of tears; a flash of a memory of being six years old and left to fend for yourself for the first time in a fight to tug on tights for school.

It’s not that you’re so inebriated that you can’t take off your stockings, though it certainly doesn’t help. It’s that once you get the fabric rolled down to your skinned knee, a new wave of nausea overcomes you. You can feel the mesh of the tear sticking to the gooey wet parts of the wound, and your mind reels with the dizzying thought that if you tug anymore, you’re going to make it worse. Take more skin off. Bleed all over Adrian’s bedsheets. Throw up again, probably.

It’s just for a brief second, you don’t let the feeling last too long, but-- the quick snatch and tug of the nylon on the tattered skin of your knee reminds you of one of the Saw movies, and how one of the traps involved gluing some poor fuck’s bare back to the driver’s seat of a car. And the way he had to peel off the seat, screaming and sweating, struggling to reach the -- the brakes? The gas? -- just to try to save some girl’s life. The stretch of skin, the vivid gleam of blood, your memory no doubt enhancing the gore of the scene in a new wave of despair.

When Adrian turns around, he finds you with your face hidden in the cusp of your palms, stockings only rolled down to the tops of your knees. Your dress is still bunched up around your hips, and maybe you should feel exposed, sitting on Adrian’s bed with your thighs bared. Embarrassed, even. But between the ick in your stomach and the sour taste at the back of your throat and the headache that begins to pulse behind your eyes like remnants of the bassline from the club, you don’t have any room to care.

(And, admittedly. You don’t think you’d mind Adrian seeing this much of you. Under different circumstances, at least.)

You sense him hovering closer, probably paused at the sight of you all pathetic on his bed. Or the bare flesh of your thighs, more likely. Something unintelligible is mumbled into your hands in an attempt to draw his attention. Let him know you’re aware of his presence, and that you’re lucid, at the very least.

“Sorry- what?”

You sniffle, before mustering up the strength to raise your head up. But only enough to stare at his feet. “I can’t- My tights. I can’t… take them off.”

You watch as his scuffed up shoes approach you. Absently, you think about how Adrian hasn’t worn these before, even though it’s gotten cold. And, oh, they’re probably just part of his Vigilante costume.

Ah. Vigilante. Adrian.

“Whoa… what do you mean?” Adrian crouches down, his bespectacled gaze in your sight, and you realize the quick, short breaths you hear are your own. “Are you going to cry again? I have tissues here on my nightstand- for, like, normal reasons. Nothing gross. Ignore the lotion.”

There’s a very small part of you that knows this would have -- should have -- made you laugh. It’s the part of you that feels detached from this whole experience, as if watching from outside of your body. Like a muted, sober-ish ghost that can’t do anything but observe. Helpless. Unable to keep you safe.

You can’t even take off your fucking tights by yourself.

“The- the cut on my knee,” you attempt to warble through your explanation. “It’s, um- it feels weird. I don’t think I can take off my tights…”

“Well, we have to dress the wound otherwise it might get infected.” Adrian pauses, raises his hands so they hover over your lap. “Is it okay if I..?”

When you nod -- shakily, fearfully, desperately -- his hands continue their journey to your right thigh. His middle and forefingers, surprisingly gentle, slip into the scrunched up fabric at the base of your knee, and a shiver runs down your spine at the feel of his hands there. There is a feeling that slowly blooms in your chest at the sight of Adrian on his knees for you, taking care of you. But it’s being overshadowed by the anxiety gripping your throat and making your head spin in anticipation of the potential pain to come from your tights being ripped from your bloody knee.

No longer able to keep upright, you gracelessly plop back into the soft sheets, ceiling swaying in your vision. You make no effort to get back up; not like you wanted to watch the horror of Adrian potentially ripping the skin off your knee.

His voice, with a touch of anger that’s still unusual to hear, cuts through the haze of worry. “I hate those motherfuckers for doing this to you.”

A humorless, breathy snort escapes at that, shame sapping the energy out of you. “That wasn’t their fault,” you mumble. “‘M not tryin’ to defend them or anything, but it was my stupid, drunk ass that tripped and got myself into this whole mess…”

Because the truth is, if you hadn’t drunkenly stumbled down the wrong street when trying to find your Uber, if you hadn’t worn heels that don’t feel natural on your feet anymore, if you hadn’t felt so anguished and lonely that you sought solace in a few too many cocktails-

If you had just been a better friend to the people that made your high school years bearable, you wouldn’t have been crowded and overpowered by strange men with horrifying intentions.

“Were you… by yourself?” Adrian’s voice carries over you while he’s still somewhere at your knees. “Where were those friends of yours? The ones you were meeting up with?”

The heels of your palms dig furiously into your closed eyes until you’re seeing black and red and you’re sure your eyeballs are just about to successfully squish into your skull. “They never showed up,” you admit, hoarsely, dejectedly.

Moments pass. There’s this light, almost lulling feeling, the tug and pull of your right leg. If you weren’t drowning in the barrage of negative thoughts and guilt and the kind of worthlessness that only creeps up on you in your own bedroom, you’d find Adrian’s ministrations comforting.

“Don’t get mad, but it doesn’t sound like they were very good friends if they abandoned you to drink alone at club a in a sketchy neighborhood.”

But isn’t that what I deserve?

See-

You left. Most people did after high school, but you made it a staunch point to never come back.

You didn’t mean to abandon the friends you made in Evergreen. But life went on, and time passed quicker than you could make sense of, and fuck if you didn’t find any excuse to not come back home during breaks -- internships, supposedly important trips for school, job-hunting, moving in with your first love -- all so you could prolong seeing your family again.

What’s so bad about them, anyway?

They make me feel-

A sharp sting of pain rips you out of dark muddled thoughts, hissing through clenched teeth as you shoot into an upright position, lurching forward.

“Sorry, sorry! But I did warn you.”

Oh, right. Adrian. You’re in Adrian’s bedroom, and he’s currently at your knees, hair still rumpled and eyes shining bright and concerned behind his glasses. And… he’s holding an alcohol pad. And your knee is…

“You got the tights off?” you ask in breathless disbelief.

“Yeah. I had to cut it up, though.” He grimaces. “Sorry. But it was already torn, so…”

Sure enough, the area around your knee is now fully exposed and free of any sticky mesh. The cut was beginning to scab over, but the alcohol pad made it newly shiny. It stings, but at least it doesn’t look like whatever nightmare scenario you’d been afraid of.

Adrian continues cleaning up and bandaging your wound as you look away, too light-headed to watch him work. It’s not until he’s gently pressing a bandage to your knee that you finally let out a breath you didn’t realize you were even holding.

“There, all done.” Adrian stands, gathering everything up with careful, unrushed movements. “Let me get you something to sleep in.”

“Huh?” You blink up at him, confused.

He’s rummaging through a dresser drawer, back turned to you when he responds. “Trust me, you’re not going to want to fall asleep in ripped clothes.” Turning around with some folded clothes in his hands, he continues, “I don’t imagine it’d be very comfortable. Plus, what if you wake up, not remembering what happened--you know, because of the drinking-- and you’re in my bed with a ripped dress? How does that make me look? It’d be pretty hard to convince you I didn’t do anything to you.”

He hands you the clothes--a big soft tee-shirt and sweatpants--and turns to leave. There is a cacophony of feelings clamoring around in your head and in your heart, and you find yourself helplessly overwhelmed once again but also, endlessly grateful for this man that saved your life. Not just tonight, but the night he stepped into your cafe painfully close to closing and made things feel silly and good again.

“Adrian?” you softly call out as he turns to leave you to change.

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re my best friend.”

Something expands in his chest when Adrian hears those words come out of your mouth. Like a frog puffing up with a croak, or a balloon that’s filled to bursting but doesn’t want to pop. He thinks he was a kid the last time he actually heard someone tell him, to his face, that he’s their best friend.

Sure, the admittance wavered out in an alcohol-infused breath, and he’s not sure how much you had to drink tonight but it may be enough to forget this moment.

But he wasn’t drinking. He’ll hold onto this moment forever.

A smile grows crooked on his face as he hovers by the door, meeting your gaze. “Yeah?”

You nod, holding the clothes handed to you lamely in your lap. There’s something glum about the sag of your shoulders, but he can’t think about that too much in his rush to assure you that you’re his best friend, too. Top 3, definitely.

This makes you snort, which he counts as another win for the night since it’s the first sound of laughter he’s heard since finding you in the alley.

He finally leaves you to change, and to get some much needed rest, and grins from ear to ear at the knowledge that the person he’s liked since high school is in his bed tonight.

Despite the comfort of Adrian’s tee-shirt, the smell of him in his clothes and sheets, the softness of it all wrapped around you, you do not sleep well.

You dream of dark alleyways and even darker figures crowding you, overpowering you. Limbs boneless, unable to fight back. When you scream, it’s not loud enough. There’s a thumping bass reverberating off brick walls that drowns out your cries for help.

It’s frustrating. This powerlessness. The feeling of utter uselessness, frightening to your core.

Then, the dream shifts. You are no longer being crowded and pinned by the shadowed figures, yet fear still grips you, clings to your skin, hot and wet- when you look down, the sticky wet feeling isn’t fear but blood, splattered all over your clothes and dripping from your arms. You want to feel triumph, search for the feeling in the recesses of your brain, you want so badly for that to replace the anxiousness gripping your lungs now that you’re free.

But when you look back up, you see viscera-laden bricks. Bodies with holes where they shouldn’t be, missing pieces. This is still a nightmare. A familiar voice, tainted by something dark and unrecognizably sinister, laughs at the mouth of the alley. It’s another shadowy figure, red visor glowing in your direction. “You’re okay now,” he says, tone unsettling, too-chipper. “They’re all dead!”

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#adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #writing #fanfic #mine #peacemaker fic #vigilante fic

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starspann · 1 year

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wouldn’t it be nice (pt. 2) | 18+

joe cooper x reader

fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: cursing, smut

coop ruins everything

★☆✵☆★

weirdly enough, the blonde had been keeping calendar.

exactly 4 months and 8 days.

that’s how long cooper had been battling the urge to confess his feelings to remer’s girlfriend.

to be even more precise, he’s been wanting to for as long as the lovely couple had been together.

sometimes he’d practice his confession in the shower. while lazily shampooing his hair, he’d talk to the tiled wall, and somehow still manage to become embarrassed. he’d muster up a few broken phrases before falling silent.

“what a fucking wimp.” he told himself. he couldn’t even tell her in an imaginary scenario, how could he grow the balls to tell it to her face?

he’d shake his head, disappointed in himself.

then the soapy suds from his hair would fall and slide into his eye, he’d scream and almost slip on the slick bathtub floor.

not only did he lack the courage, but she’s dating sir fucking swish. doug remer, joe coopers best friend since they were little kids. they did everything together. used to read comic books together, ride bikes together… now, they drink together. a lot.

coop and remer found themselves seated at what could only be described as a seedy bar, like so many other nights they had spent together. and just like every other night, remer felt compelled to talk about y/n.

“hey man, we should get out of here soon. y'know, since y/n's coming over tonight." he opened his wallet to reveal a condom.

cooper let out an internal groan, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed at the same time.

"yeah, yeah i’ll follow you," he sighed exasperatedly as remer pushed off the stool and slowly made his way towards the door of the bar.

as cooper stood there, watching remer walk away, a flash of light on the dirty bar floor caught his eye.

it appeared to be a small, square-shaped, laminated paper laying next to his feet.

figuring it slipped from remer’s wallet when he opened it, he Immediately stooped down and swept it up, ready to call out for his friend, but before he could even get one word out, cooper turned the piece of paper around with curiosity.

his heart beat quickened and his cock twitched at the image.

a hazy, half-assed taken polaroid photo of y/n, stripped bare and invitingly curled up on remers bed.

though it was a little blurry, he could still admire all the details. her fists gripping onto remer’s baby blue sheets that he always refused to change, her eyes gently shut, her mouth hanging slightly open, and worst of all, remers hand placed on her thigh, his hips snapping into hers.

the picture was obviously taken mid-fuck.

cooper face flushed hot. it was like an instant dream come true; he had admired her from afar for so long yet never had the courage to act upon it. now here she was, willingly on display right before his eyes.

instead of doing the right thing, and being a respectable human being; he stuffed the photo in his back pocket, following remer to the old car.

coop’s dick strained against his jeans the entire car ride.

back at the house, y/n cursed at her curly haired boyfriend for losing such a thing.

“jesus fucking christ, doug! one thing i ask you to do, one thing!” she smacked him on the arm, furious with his careless actions.

“i told you not to put it in a place that you’d forget about!” her arms were crossed as she angrily paced around his unkempt room.

“hey, okay, first of all, i didn’t forget where i put it, it must’ve slipped out is all!” he threw his hands up in defense as if being accused of a crime.

“holy shit.” her breath was no longer steady, in fact, it sounded like she was on the brink of tears.

any girl would be if they had just learned their boyfriend lost a naked picture of them, most likely in a public space.

“y/n, baby, relax! it’s somewhere, okay? i’ll find it.” he held his pinkie up, awaiting y/n to hook hers with his, “just trust me?”

a promise, again. exactly like how he promised her he wouldn’t lose the photo in the first place.

“..okay.” y/n gave in, lifting her hand towards his and pinkie swearing to another false vow.

remer smiled at her with a toothy grin.

“see? that’s more like it.” he stood up from the bed and patted her on the back, “i’ll find it. swear.”

in the room next to theirs, coop was slumped, perched on his bed with his head in his hands. he was staring down at the tattered polaroid grasped tightly in his palms, considering what he should do with it. he could chuck it away, but what would be the point of disposing a perfectly good photo? a sexy one of his crush at that?

he quickly placed it on the side table next to him. avoiding its gaze, he shook his head, disgusted with his own actions.

without a doubt it was wrong. so fucking wrong.

he knew it, too.

despite his unease at the moment, that did not stop his hand from reaching for the lewd polaroid and feverishly pulling down his pants.

he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt as he considered how wrong it seemed for him to give in to such temptation, but yet here he was, desperately trying to satisfy his untameable urges.

he collapsed back onto his bed, the springs inside the mattress making an irritating squeak as he threw his boxers off, kicking them to the side.

he was already pretty hard, the view of polaroid only causing his cock to throb even more.

he laid his head against a pillow and began to work on himself, nothing but y/n on his mind.

he pictured her on his bed, her legs spread for him, her body inviting him to join her.

the movement of his hand sped up.

he’d make her feel so, so good. god, if he only had the chance, he’d spend hours between her legs. till her eyes rolled back. till she forgot remer’s name. eat her out like she was his last meal and he was a terribly starved inmate on death row.

he thought about what she might say,

“fuck me, coop. need you so bad. need your cock inside me.”

“you’re tongue feels fucking great right there, keep going.”

“sh-shit coop—“

he pictured her stuttering through her moans, unable to contain the pleasure he would give her.

his finger glided over his tip, playing with the pre-cum forming at his slit.

he looked at the picture once more, hand shaking and unable to keep steady as the other one stroked himself.

his hips bucked into his fist, pulling a noisy whine from his throat.

he was practically mesmerized by the image.

he really couldn’t help it. her name just rolled off his lips so easily,

“shit, y/n.” he groaned.

loudly.

it really wasn’t his fault. he had no idea that remer and y/n were still in the house at the time. in his mind, he thought they went out. he was far too busy imagining hot, wild sex with her to hear them arguing next door.

he moaned her name over and over again.

that’s when y/n opened his door.

of course, coop had forgotten to lock it.

why wouldn’t he?

#joe u silly goose!!#wishing doug had a pic of me in his wallet :(#joe cooper x reader #joe cooper #baseketball #baseketball x reader #trey parker x reader #trey parker #matt stone x reader #matt stone #doug remer x reader #doug remer

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musingginger · 2 years

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need you tonight // eddie munson

Pairing- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader

Synopsis – Eddie shows up to your place after a sleepless night of terrors and the two of you drive to Lover’s Lake.

Warnings – season 4 vol 2 spoilers, talk of night terrors, light angst, kissing, LOTS of fluff, soft Eddie, crying Eddie, established relationship

Word Count – 1.6k

A/N- After rewatching Season 4, I’ve been thinking a lot about how Eddie would deal with what happened in the Upside Down. I’m really loving writing fluffy Eddie, so I hope y’all enjoy! And of course, if you enjoy it, please reblog! <3

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The crackle of static woke you. “Y/n?”

You yawn as you roll over, rubbing sleep from your eyes. The red analog clock said 2:13am. Stretching out your upper body as your hands grab for the walkie talkie with the moonlight as your only guide. You fumble with the talk button, finally getting a good grip on the device, comically large in your hands.

“Eddie?” You whisper into the device.

“I’m outside.” The raspy voice of your boyfriend states. You knew what that meant.

Ever since Eddie had escaped the Upside Down, these calls became more frequent. He made you stay back that fateful night. You’ll never forget the sight of Steve and Dustin pulling Eddie’s blood-soaked body through the gate. The month he spent in the hospital recovering from his injuries. Comforting him when he would scream out from night terrors, his subconscious replaying the events in the Upside Down on a loop.

“Give me 5 minutes.” You say in a hushed whisper, hands already seeking out a pair of shorts to slide over your bare legs. Grabbing a sweater and throwing on a pair of dirty converse, you tiptoe down the stairs. Moving silently past your parent’s door, the soft snore of your pop filling the hallway. Creeping your way towards the back door, locking it behind you and quickly running down the gravel driveway to Eddie’s all too familiar van.

He throws open the passenger door for you, giving you a gentle smile. “Hey sweetheart.”

Hastily grabbing your hand, pulling you into him with a desperation you hadn’t felt from him in a long time. He pulls you half onto his lap, your hand on the center counsel. The kiss he gave you was hungry, forcing your head back with his pushing.

Pulling back from Eddie, looking deeply into his chocolate eyes. They were wide and wild, rimmed red with lack of sleep, and he was panting. His hair was mussed from what you expected was anxious tossing and turning. You place your hand on his chest, heart beating a mile a minute.

“Hey hey hey hey hey…” you coo. “I’m right here.” Breathing in through your nose, and out through your mouth, silently encouraging Eddie to do the same. He follows suit, half closing his eyes, anxiety slowly melting away.

Sliding back into the passenger’s seat, tucking one leg under you, lightly stroking his hand in yours. Eddie shifts the van into gear, never letting go of your hand for a second.

The drive was silent, other than the soft metal coming from the dashboard. Eddie was wearing the pajama pants you had bought him for his birthday, an aged Black Sabbath shirt and his signature leather jacket. He was white knuckling the steering wheel, eyes flitting from the road to the surrounding woods.

The cloudy sky loomed above the van as you drove down the desolate street, away from the warm lights of your neighborhood. You knew exactly where you were going. Lover’s Lake, as corny as the both of you found it, had become your safe haven on nights like these.

He turned off the car, the tape in his deck still playing softly. Eyes not leaving the steering wheel, his body immovable. You sit like that for a few minutes before he pulls you into his lap with ease. He lets his face fall into your hair, nuzzling into your neck. Strong hands grabbing at your waist, squishing you into him. It was like he didn’t want a millimeter of space between your bodies.

Eddie shuttered against you, feeling his hot breath on your ear. One of your fingers finds a tendril of curly dark hair, twirling it around and around. His body releasing a sigh into you, as you pepper the top of his head with soft kisses. The smell of stale cigarettes, musk and Irish Spring filled your nose, making you a tad dizzy. You wish you could bottle his scent.

You’re not sure how long you two stayed like that, but it was long enough that your legs started to fall asleep from where they pressed on the gear shift. You had to insist on getting out of the van.

“Comeon…” Whispering in the dark to him. His calloused fingers gripping your soft digits as you try to pry them from you. Eddie lets out a frustrated grunt as the emptiness filled the space where you once where.

Begrudgingly he opens the door, swinging your feet to stand on the soft ground. Other than throwing on the faded sweatshirt, you keep your hand locked in his, as you lead him to a tree the two of you had spent many a night under. The night air was surprisingly chilly for late summer, but since the opening of the portals into the Upside Down, it didn’t really surprise you anymore.

Sliding down, rough bark scratches your back, opening your legs for Eddie to sit between them. Typically, the roles are reversed, you’re the human teddy bear for him to clutch to after a nightmare, but something told you that tonight, this was what Eddie needed most.

He grips your ribs as he gets himself situated between your moonlit legs. The deep, navy water reflecting stars on Eddie’s face, making him look like a dark angel. You tilt his head up at you, placing a loving kiss on his lips.

“You’re ok. I love you. We’re safe.” You gently mummer. The mantra was something you learned brought him comfort during terror filled nights.

Snuggling down into your hair, fitting his chin perfectly into the place between your neck and shoulder. He planted a series of starved kisses against the hollow of your collarbone. You let out warm, soft shhhs, rocking him against your body.

At last, you feel his heartbeat reach a steady tempo, his breathing deepen. Your pretty boy finally getting some restful sleep. Looking out on the glittering water, you settle in, sleep long forgotten, getting lost in a daydream.

It was always the same thought that you would get caught up in. Years down the line, you and Eddie, married with a few little ones running around. Standing in the doorway to your living room, gazing on your rebellious love. Watching him play his guitar for one of your kids, all of them with the same wild mop as his, of course. His eyes flitting up to yours, a wide smile filling up half of his face.

A twitch from Eddie pulls you out of fantasy, a sudden pain of worry fills your heart. You watch as his brow furrows, creating creases in between his eyebrows. Sweat glistening along his hairline, forcing curls to stick against his face.

You gently brush them away, caressing his face with your hand. The other on his jaw, stroking his cheek every so slightly. He lets out an abrupt gasp, gripping your chest so tight, you are sure you’ll find a bruise there later. He desperately tries to brush away the tears that had made their home on his bottom lash line.

“You’re ok. I love you. We’re safe”

You don’t let go of his jaw, grounding him on this plane, here with you. His shuttered breathing eases, bringing him back down to the shore of Lover’s Lake.

“Got something in my eyes…” he grumbles, looking downward.

You nod, knowingly, giving his cheek a kiss. You don’t press him for details about his nightmare. The silver scars on his face glitter from the reflection of the water. You give each of them a small peck, trying to soothe away the terrible visions.

“I’m cold…” he grumbles at you, still in between of the dream world and the real one.

“You wanna go back to the van, baby?” You tenderly utter. The brunette nods, wiping away another tear.

With his hand tenderly in yours, you lead him to the back of the van. He shuffles behind you, body heavy with sleep. Luckily, the back of his van is almost always set up for the two of you to take an impromptu trip to the lake. Just a little fluffing up was all that was needed.

Eddie sits on the edge of the van, feet dangling off the side. You kneel in front of him, sliding off his shoes and helping him lay back. Quickly kicking off your own sneakers, you crawl up next to him. The manboy already had his eyes closed. Messy curls make a halo around his head, really giving him a radiant look.

Gingerly, you take up the space next to him, your noses almost touching. He gathers your body into him, lips pressing to the top of your head, breathing in your comforting scent.

“M’sorry for all of this…I just really needed you tonight…” he mutters, groggily.

“Shhh… you don’t have to explain, pretty boy…” Kissing his chest delicately. You tilt your head up, lips slowly sliding over Eddie’s, delicately placing a comforting kiss on his puffy lips. “I’m always here. I’m always right here.”

You grab an old comforter from the pile of blankets and tuck it in around Eddie. The metalhead’s breathing gets heavier as The Sandman starts to sprinkle sand into his eyes.

“I love you.” He hums at you under the corner of the comforter.

“I love you too, Eds.” You whisper, giving him one last kiss on the cheek before hunkering down yourself. You’ve grown accustomed to falling asleep after him, making sure he was well on his way to dreamland before you could let yourself fall into a cloud of sleep.

Soft snoring fills the van and it’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard, your favorite song that you would happily play on repeat forever.

#stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fluff #stranger things 4 #stranger things

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austinswhitewolf · 1 year

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Little Red Rodeo

A/N: So this one got away from me. I didn't plan on it being that long but yeah, this happened. This song inspired this fully and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it up.

Paring: Austin Butler x You

You sighed softly as you touched the note on the table one last time. A tear slipped past your lashes as you turned and walked out the door. Stopping at the driver side door to your car you turn and give one last wistful look at the house you had spent the last 3 years of your life in. Turning, you ducked into the car and pulled out of the drive and headed to the highway.

You and Austin had been together for 4 years, the last three living together. You loved him with all your soul. Both of you had talked about getting married and where you wanted to go with your lives. At first both of you were wanting the same things, to settle down, get married and have a kid or two. But as the last year and a half passed, Austin's interests had seemed to slowly change. He stopped talking about the future and more often he talked about his group of friends and their bikes they all worked on.

A month or so ago you had brought up marriage and kids once again only to have him say you would talk about it soon. In that time you dropped small hints here and there, pictures from magazines you left out. You decided to give him that month and if nothing you knew something needed to happen. So here you were, your car packed full of your clothing, personal mementos and a few photos. The sleek ‘67 Chevy that you and Austin had restored when you were first together. You pulled into the bar your sister worked at and walked in. When she saw you she walked over with a smile. “Hey girl! How are you?” It only took her a moment to know something was bothering you. So she motioned to the other girl behind the bar that she was going to take a smoke break. Walking outside and both lighting a cigarette, you start to tell her what is going on and your decision. How hard it was, broken hearted with tears falling that you were leaving and headed out of town. Needing to get away from all the memories for a while to know what you wanted to do with your life. “So are you going to head to Aunt Gi-Gi’s place?” “Yeah, I already called her and asked if I could stay there for a while. Told her I wanted to take some time by the beach and relax. Recharge in a way.” I responded softly with a nod, flicking the ashes to the ground. “Well he’s an idiot, not seeing what he has. He’ll find out very quickly sweetie. Just take the time and call me every day.” Your sister said before putting her cigarette out and then giving you a huge hug. I nodded and said I would let her know when I got there.

Climbing back into the car and waving to your sister as you pulled out of the parking lot, you turned and took a deep breath before heading to the highway. Only three hours until you could be laying on the beach with a drink and numbing the pain.

“What a dumb blind typical male.” Your sister shook her head and turned back to the front door of the bar.

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Austin pulled into the drive of your shared house and stopped in his usual spot where he kept his bike. As he swung his long leg over the seat, Austin wondered where you were, knowing you didn’t have work today, and you didn’t mention anything about going out with any of your girlfriends. He checked his phone for a missed text from you as he walked into the house, dropping the keys into the bowl by the door, nothing from you. As he moved into the house he glanced around and saw a few of your things missing. The blanket your grandma had made you before she passed from cancer was not on the couch where it always lived, a few framed photos you had put on the mantel were gone, and a few other things. As he continued to look around he noticed a piece of paper on the table with a key on it. Walking over he recognized your beautiful scrawl. His eyes roved over the paper as he began to read.

~Austin These 4 years with you have been the best of my life. But the last year and a half something has changed, you seem to not be wanting the same things anymore. It seems like you want to have some more time before you settle down. So I am leaving and letting you have that time. I still want to settle down and have a family but I am not going to force you to want that. I hope you find what you want with your life.

Austin felt like he had just been sucker punched in the gut. He had to read the note two or three more times to comprehend what it was actually saying. His hands went up and threaded through his hair as he quickly looked around. This couldn’t be happening, how had this happened? The thoughts were whipping through his head as he dropped onto the kitchen chair. Was that truly what had happened? Yeah his buddies were all poking fun at him for playing house with you and giving him shit for wanting to settle down. ‘You have so much time ahead of you man! Why settle down, there are so many women out there.’

Finally his mind started to gain traction and he realized he needed to go after you. He shot up out of the chair so fast it crashed to the floor by the wall, and the note went flying as his hand pushed up off the table. “Fuck!”

Austin snatched his keys back up and flew out the door back to his bike. It roared to life and he whipped the bike around, leaving a black trail. Her sister would know where she was going, so that is where he headed. The bike barely had time to stop before he was off and racing into the bar. Eyes scanning through the crowded building, he saw her making her way back to the bar with a tray of empty glasses.

Long legs ate up the distance between him and your sister quickly, mumbling sorry and excuse me as he brushed past bar goers. Austin slid to a stop in front of her at the bar, his hands clapping down slightly as he leaned towards her. Sammi looked up at the noise and the moment her eyes connected with his, she narrowed her gaze. “What do you want, Butler?” Her voice extremely sharp and cold. She wouldn’t admit out loud how much she actually enjoyed seeing the slightest of flinches coming from him. “You gotta tell me where she’s going Sammi.” Before he could get anymore out of his mouth she snapped at him. “Why should I tell you? She’s been hurt enough.” “Please Sammi, I fucked up. I know that. She’s the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I’m desperate!” One of his hands flew up to start tugging on his hair, his voice cracked while blue eyes blazed with distress. She watched him for a moment, eyes scanning his face very closely. The normally confident, bright and happy man was replaced with a shattered wreck of the Austin she knew. A sigh left her lips as she set her hands on the bar top and leaned just the slightest towards him. “You didn’t hear this from me, but do you remember Aunt GiGi’s place we all went to for a month?”

It only took a second before his eyes lit up and he nodded. He reached out and gave her hand a squeeze, thanked her loudly as he turned and rushed from the bar. Sammi gave a small laugh, shook her head and turned back to work mumbling ‘Men, can’t live with em, can’t live without em.’

Once again Austin was on the road, racing down the backroads to the highway.

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You pulled off about an hour into the drive to get gas and some beer for later. As you were checking out, the clerk noticed your red glossy eyes and glanced out to your vehicle, noticing it was packed with a few boxes and bags.

“Everything okay sweetheart?” The clerk was a slightly older man with a kind face, beard and hair gray and thick. His voice was gentle yet deep, and his eyes kind.

“Yeah, I just need to get away. New start.” You said softly with a small sniff.

“Was it a boy?” His face softened even more. His eyes looked her over to make sure she didn’t have any bruises to indicate any abuse.

“Yeah, we were together for four years. He helped me restore her” You motioned to the Chevy. “But it turns out he didn’t really want what he said.” You said while fiddling with your keys.

“Honey you remind me of my daughter Sarah, so let me tell ya something. A lot of men, they don’t realize what they have until it’s gone. If he doesn’t then it’s his loss.” You smile softly again and hope that is true. You swipe your card and take your receipt before thanking the man and heading back to your car.

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Austin needed gas and wanted cigarettes. Pulling into the gas station right off the highway, he kicked the stand down and climbed off. He rubbed his hands on his pants as he walked inside after filling up. Moving over to the counter, he asked for a pack of smokes. While the man behind the counter was pulling the pack down, he heard two guys behind him talking. It took him a moment to realize what they were talking about. “Yeah, I haven’t seen a ‘67 that nice in years man. You should have seen it, looked almost brand new. The growl of it when the young lady turned the engine over made me miss my old ‘Vette.”

Austin’s head whipped around so fast, he thought he heard his neck crack. Just as he was about to speak up, the man behind the register spoke up. “That poor girl was heartbroken. She reminded me of Sarah.” “Oh yeah, when that guy just disappeared without any reason.” The guy at the slot machine responded, his head turning to face Austin and the cashier, along with his buddy.

“Yeah, that guy was a piece of work, Bill. Glad he never showed back up or there woulda been trouble.” Dave, the nametag of the cashier read, then turned to Austin. His eyes observing the tall thin male with eyes red rimmed and wet. It only took him a moment to realize that this was who the young girl from earlier was talking about. A quick glance outside seeing a beautifully restored bike sat just heightened his suspicions. “Nice bike man. You work on it yourself?” “Yeah, I restore bikes and old cars.” Austin’s response was automatic, his brain not fully focusing on what the man was asking him. Just as he was about to open his mouth Dave spoke up again. This time only loud enough for the young man in front of him to hear.

“You restore a ‘67 Impala at all?” Austin turned back to Dave, his face more pale and pasty now. He nodded his head and his hand shot into his pocket to grab his phone. “I’m looking for a woman, this is her. I need to find her, I made a mistake and gotta make it right.” His fingers were shaking slightly as he swiped his phone open to show Dave his background of the two of you standing by the Impala with grease smeared on your faces and clothing.

Without even really looking at the photo Dave started to laugh, his eyes crinkling and his hands rested on the counter. “Yeah, this sweetheart was in here about an hour ago. She was lookin quite destroyed. Good luck boy.” He spoke with a chuckle as he finished up the transaction and slid the box of cigarettes and receipt over to Austin. Austin barely grabbed the cigarettes before he was racing off. Deep laughter followed him out the door. Kicking the bike to life, he revved it and kept the front brake on to spin the bike around quickly before racing out onto the road again.

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You had gotten to the beach house a half hour ago and headed straight to the beach in the back. The sound of the waves and gulls with the smell of salt helped your muscles loosen up slightly along with the two beers you had already had. The sun was setting, beautiful pinks, reds, oranges and purples flowing together yet you didn’t even seem to notice it. At first you thought that a boat was going by, heading to the marina for the night. The soft rumble was slowly growing louder and it wasn’t long before your eyes shot open. You knew that sound. Your stomach flipped, knotting tightly as you slowly sat up. You crushed the hope down and stood up. Your feet were on autopilot, moving you around the side of the house towards the driveway.

Just as you rounded the corner of the garage, your impala parked inside, you saw a large trail of dust flaring up coming towards you. Within what seemed like moments you saw the wild head of gold hair ripping around the final curve and into the driveway. The bike slid to a stop ten feet from you, Austin barely flicked the kickstand down before flying off the bike towards you. His long fingers were on the sides of your face into your hair and his forehead on yours before you could even think to utter a word. “I’m so sorry my love. So, so sorry. Please…” His voice broke, blue eyes swirling with anguish.

You didn’t realize you were crying again until his thumbs softly swiped under your eyes.

“Don’t leave me, please. I can’t do this without you. I’m yours, you have my heart in the palm of your hand. I’m so in love with you that it hurts. I do want this, I want you for life. I want little babies with your eyes and smile….. You are my everything… Be mine, only mine…..” The last was said in a whisper against your lips.

This felt like a dream, you had to have fallen asleep on the beach. It was his last set of words that broke you from your thoughts. A sob broke free as your arms flew up and around his neck. This was the man you fell in love with, who helped you with the car. The Austin that you spent hours reading to in bed, fingers in his hair.

“Yes Austin. Yes.” You managed to get out before pressing your lips to his.

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Enough For You - Chapter 5

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It's strange how you find yourself in the same spot you were in almost 4 years ago.

It's been about a month, your head is finally free from the murkiness and you're finally home.

The surrounding area of your house is quiet since Bucky took Grant out so you could surprise him with your return home.

You've spent some time with Grant, but never alone. You were also very careful to not give him false hope about when you'd be coming home.

Happy drives you up to your home, and you sigh in relief - you're finally home.

Happy's uncharacteristically...happy that you're not dead. He tells you that Peter's had a hard time since you died, that he took your death about as hard as he took Tony's death.

Pepper's pulled some strings to keep your's and Steve's names out of headlines until you can break the news to your former family. You, Happy, and Pepper already made arrangements to surprise Peter tomorrow.

When you get out of the car, you see Steve staring at the lake - it's the very same place he said goodbye to you all those years ago.

You haven't really spoken to him about what him coming back means or even why he came back. When you get out of the car, you approach Steve as he stares at the body of water in front of your home.

The words spill out of your mouth before you can find a tactful greeting, "I should hate you."

"You should," Steve says, not turning around to look at you. "You wouldn't be the first Stark to."

"Ah, you forget I'm not actually a Stark. And Tony didn't hate you."

He finally turns to you with a warm smile. "You're a Stark in everything except name."

You scoff.

He shakes his head with a chortle, "You forget that I knew Howard too. He would have loved you, probably as much as Tony did."

"You think?"

"I do."

"Tony didn't hate you," you restate.

"He would've, if he was here when I left. Especially after I promised him I wouldn't hurt you."

"When did you promise that?"

Steve chuckles, recalling the memory of Tony's thinly veiled threats when he found out that you and Steve were in a relationship. "After he found out about us. It was a very... big brother speech of him."

The day Tony found out about you and Steve was not pretty.

It added an unnecessary complexity to the already difficult tension between the two former friends.

You didn't mean for your relationship with Steve to happen, but you'd grown close to Steve during your shared nomadic days.

With you and Steve back at the Compound, it was difficult to get to be alone with each other. Last night Steve snuck into your room, but only after reassuring you multiple times that no one saw him.

You nodded and sighed in relief. You didn't want to add any fuel to Tony and Steve's fight.

You could completely understand why Tony was upset with Steve, you were upset with Steve for withholding that information from Tony.

It didn't change that the two of you fell so easily, so naturally. It also didn't change that for some reason Steve insisted on staying with you while you were on the lam.

You found comfort in each other, the chemistry and spark you'd always shared quickly turned into love. You two found happiness with each other.

All that was left was to tell Tony.

"You should tell him," Steve responded as you're about to open the door to sneak him back out.

It was almost funny, sneaking around like you were both teenagers under your parent's roof.

You explained your reasoning to Steve, why it wasn't a good idea yet. You were worried about how Tony would take the whole thing, even if Tony wasn't mad at you, he'd definitely use this as another reason to be pissed at Steve. "He loves you, he'll understand."

Then Steve's standing up behind you, his head tucked in your neck, trying to lure you back to bed. You giggled, and half-heartedly tried to pull away. You opened the door, Steve still playfully holding on to you.

Then you see Tony standing there, in your doorway. His eyes were wide, looking at the state of you and Steve. You're in one of Steve's shirts, his arm is wrapped around your waist. You're both disheveled, the kind that can't be passed off as just hanging out in the room.

"Tony," you gasped.

Steve's hands drop and you're unsure of what to do. Before you can say anything to remedy the situation, Tony abruptly turned on his heels and walked away.

After that it's a rush, you quickly kiss Steve and get dressed. When you're finally presentable, you go start to look for Tony. In his office, you find Pepper.

"Have you seen Tony?"

"Well, good morning to you too," Pepper said with a knowing smirk.

You cringed. "Did he tell you?"

"No, he said something about how he couldn't believe it, under his roof, and some other things I didn't quite catch. I'm guessing he found out about you and Steve?"

"Wait, how did you know?"

"Well, I'm not blind. You've been on the run for a year, I figured you weren't alone the entire time. And then, you came back together. The fact that you've been attached at the hip since you got back didn't quite help either."

"How mad is he?"

She shrugged, "Go talk to him. You'll work it out. He's in the lab."

You took a deep breath before walking into the lab. You had absolutely no clue what was awaiting you, but you were sure that it wasn't going to be pretty.

"Hey," you whispered.

For the first time in the many years you'd known Tony Stark, he remained silent. It was harrowing, you'd seen him react in a lot of different ways, silence was never one of them.

"Tony?"

Still nothing.

"Really the cold shoulder? How old are we?"

"I just - I just don't have anything to say to you," he said solemnly. The words felt like a slap in the face, a well-deserved slap in the face.

"Come on, Tony. I was going to tell you, I just - I don't know, afraid that you'd react like this."

"How were you planning on telling me that you're sleeping with," he dramatically shuddered. "A man who deliberately omitted information about my parents' murder - the man who betrayed me? Because I would love to hear how you thought that conversation was going to go."

"I don't know, Tony. I knew it wasn't going to go any better than when I didn't sign the Accords."

"And let me guess, that was for Rogers too?"

"That was me doing the right thing," you defended.

"You don't think the right thing to do was to side with the one person who's had your back all these years?"

"I thought you understood that, Tony. I explained where I was coming from and you said you understood - you didn't agree, but you understood. Then I risked my ass by keeping in contact with you the entire time. Don't act like that was an easy decision for me."

"Because I wanted to make sure you were safe!" he shouted, throwing the tool in his hand down on the table. "That you weren't lying dead in a ditch somewhere."

"I'm sorry, Tony. I'm sorry that my decision hurt you. I did what I thought, and still do think was for the best. But I've known you a long time, Tony. You're a good man. And you know that it wasn't Bucky that killed your parents. You know that. Just like you knew it wasn't me that tried to kill you," you spoke softly, hoping that you could finally get through to him. "Tony, for crying out loud, I tried to kill you. And you forgave me. Why is this any different?"

"Steve lied to me. He looked me right in the eye and lied to me. You -you were a kid, you didn't know any better. You didn't betray me. You did not call yourself my friend while lying to me the entire time. I knew exactly who you were, and not once did you lie to me - that is until you started whatever you're doing with Rogers. And now he's got you lying for him."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you - I wanted to give you and Steve a chance to bury the hatchet before I told you we've been slee-"

"Ah," he cut you off. "I don't need to hear that. God, I really don't need to hear that."

"Before I told you that we've been seeing each other," you corrected. "He's a good man, Tony. A good man who made a mistake. I hope you can see that again."

He sighs as you turn around to head out of the lab. "He makes you happy?"

You turn back around and nod. "Very."

"You owe me. Big time."

"You name it. Anything," you promised with a hopeful smile on your face.

"The name of your first born?"

You chuckle as you walk over and hug Tony. "Thank you."

"I remember that day. Another reason that I should hate you. I risked a lot being with you, by loving you."

"I wouldn't blame you if you did, if you didn't want me here. I'd understand."

You sigh. "I've always thought hate was a wasted emotion. Anger. Anger's more useful than hatred. I was really angry at you for a really long time. Angry that I wasn't enough. Angry that you left. Angry that you weren't there for your son. But how could I hate you when you gave me the most perfect little boy?"

"He's amazing. I wish you would have told me."

"I should have."

"I'm surprised at how well you're taking everything. It's...a lot."

"Well, I have a little boy that's been missing me for months. I need to be there for him right now. That's what being a parent is," you shrug.

"I really would understand if you didn't want me around. After everything I did, I would understand."

You place a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Steve, I'm not angry anymore. But I won't have you popping in and out of Grant's life. You need to make that decision right here and now."

He's about to open his mouth and give you a decision, but you cut him off. You need to make everything crystal clear to Steve before he agrees to anything. He needs to understand the decision he's making this time around. "Before you say anything, I feel like I should say this: you and me? It's not going to happen again. I just want you to be clear on that- we aren't on the table anymore. But Grant? He's your son, and I know you'll be a great father. I want to give you a chance, Steve. We could be a family if you want."

He smiles softly. "Well how could I say no to that?"

"Come on." You take Steve's hand and lead him back inside. "I want to show you something."

You lead Steve upstairs to Grant's room, more specifically Grant's closet.

It makes your heart flutter that Bucky maintained the meticulous, if not a little neurotic, organization system. You point to the box on the very top shelf. "Do you mind?"

He nods, silently grabbing the box and handing it to you.

"When I found out I was pregnant, I had a whole plan of how I was going to tell you. I was going to give you a few days, we were all taking Tony's death pretty hard, and I wanted this to be something we could be happy about." He looks at you like he's about to interrupt. "I'm not telling you this to feel bad, I just think you should know. I was going to make you breakfast while you were out on your run. Leave a bun in the oven with the sonogram."

You finally open the large box, there's more but this one is the first chronologically.

You were never a sentimental person, you couldn't be.

In your line of work, attachments were dangerous, but something changed when you found out you were going to be a mom.

You felt the need to save everything, all the keepsakes and memories you possibly could. And now, you were glad you did.

You knew it wasn't the same, but it was something.

You find the unopened envelope, it's a plain white envelope but Steve's name is written on there.

Steve's doing his best not to cry, but he sees the envelope. How he never got the chance to open it. How he missed all of this.

"Go ahead," you say. "Open it."

He takes it from your hands and gently opens it, careful not to rip it's contents.

Even though he knew what was inside, heck he'd already met his son too, but seeing the sonogram, it makes the tears fall.

He could have been here. He should have been here. Still he knows you're right, he would have always had that niggling thought in the back of his head that he'd be better with Peggy.

You show him the Polaroids of your pregnancy, Bucky was actually the one that insisted you capture that moment in time. Seeing the look on Steve's face, you're glad you listened to him.

Then you show him Grant's first ever picture, he was a premie so he looks incredibly tiny lying on your chest. Your hair's a mess, you're sweaty and the exhaustion is very noticeable on your face, but you have the biggest smile on your face, bigger smile than any Steve's ever seen from you. You're not looking at the camera, your eyes are on your son as his tiny hand is clutching your finger. "He was born early, 6 weeks. A tiny little thing. Bucky was mad that I drove myself to the hospital, to this day he says I should've called him," you laugh, though you're getting a little misty-eyed too.

"You were all alone?" he rasps.

"No," you shake your head. "I called him when I got to the hospital, and he was there when the baby was born."

"I should have been there."

You don't say anything. You agree that he should have been there, but you're part of the reason he wasn't.

Instead you continue your trip down memory lane, a very detailed trip. You show him onesies and little shirts that he used to wear. The little booties still made your heart melt. A picture of Bucky wearing a baby carrier. Videos of his first steps and words. You tell Steve how you yelled at FRIDAY to start immediately recording every time your son did anything you considered remotely incredible.

That's pretty much the only reason you didn't have them remove all the technology from the house when Tony gave it to you.

You remember that day well.

You were standing in Tony's office, he's solemn, not like his normal self. Almost like he knows his time's running out, at the time you thought it was simply the stress of losing so much.

The two of you are putting your heads together, trying to figure out your next move. You understand his reluctance, he's got a child now.

You now share his reluctance.

"I want you to have the cabin by the lake," he states out of nowhere.

Your head snaps up, you were discussing the plan to bring back all of the stones, so this seems particularly out of the blue. "What?"

"Well, I know how much you love it, it's a good place for you. It's a good place for you and Rogers, have a bunch of mini people running around."

You're taken aback by this. You'd kept your little secret to yourself, not wanting anyone to know before you told Steve yourself. Tony stares you down with that knowing look on his face, he knows. Somehow he knows. "How did you know?"

"I didn't, you just confirmed it. Have you told him yet? Is this a 'I need to kill Steve Rogers' situation? Just say the word and it's done," he tells you.

"No, Tony, it's not," you jokingly sigh. "I have a whole thing planned once this all dies down. Tony, you don't have to give me a house. I like my apartment."

"That's not a place to raise a child. Besides, I already transferred the title, it's already in your name, it would be super inconvenient to take it back."

"Tony, you really didn't have to do that."

"I know, but I want you to have it. More proof that Tony Stark has a heart."

"I've always known you had a heart."

"That's because I have a soft spot for fifteen year old assassins that are sent to kill me."

You laugh, remembering the day you met Tony Stark, how for several years he took you in mentored you. How he became the older brother you never had. How he destroyed the organization that turned you into a cold-blooded killer.

And after many years of knowing you, he offered you a spot on the team. "Anybody else would have let the Feds drag me away, you took me under your wing. Made me an Avenger."

"That's just because I didn't want you to try and kill me again."

"Thank you, Tony. For everything," you mumble into his chest as you hug him. You're not an affectionate person, but it felt like you needed to do that.

"I call dibs on Godfather," he says, his arms still wrapped around you.

You pull away from Tony. "You just can't call dibs on Godfather, Tony. What if Steve has some input on that?"

"I think I just did. And I don't see anyone else giving you a house."

"Because they're not insane," you laugh.

You try not to cry thinking about Tony's final few days. How excited he was. He knew for approximately three days.

Three days and he had all kinds of gifts for your unborn child, including a boatload of Iron Man merchandise.

You held up the shirt that said 'Iron Man is my uncle', when you asked him about it, Tony just shrugged you off telling you to leave him alone and let him spoil his unborn nephew.

It was one of the very few times you'd ever seen Tony be completely honest about your relationship with him. Neither you nor him ever said that you felt like siblings, but for all intents and purposes Tony Stark was your older brother.

Steve was right that he certainly acted like it.

Before you even told Steve, your child had a college fund, a completely exorbitant college fund in your opinion. How the days before the battle, Tony completely removed you from the frontlines, much to everyone's confusion.

As a contingency, he personally made several customizations to your suit, making it practically impenetrable. He hadn't planned the Compound being blown up, but he did his best to keep you out of the battle.

And then you saw the exact moment Tony Stark sacrificed himself to save the world. And your heart broke watching him, knowing he was taking his last breaths.

His last words to you were how excited he was for you, He made you promise to keep an eye out for Peter. Then he reminded you that he was the Godfather. You laughed, crying over him, agreeing to every single one of his requests.

Then much to your surprise, his lawyer contacted you about the estate of Tony Stark a few days after his funeral, how he left both you and your son a trust fund.

More money than you'd ever know what to do with. Along with the money, Tony left you a little video hologram of him.

How he was so proud of you, how he happy he was you were moving on to the next chapter of your life.

How he'd seen that you were a good person from the start, and now you'd get to have that happy ending.

How he'd come back and haunt Rogers if he hurt you. How this money was so you could leave behind the dangerous missions, The Avengers if you wanted, and live a normal life, the life you'd always wanted.

You showed Steve the pictures of the baptism that you had for Grant. You choked up telling him how Tony was indeed your child's Godfather.

You told Steve how you did keep your promise that you'd keep an eye out for Peter. How every once in a while Happy would drive Peter up to your home.

Bucky developed a real soft spot for him, and how Peter was absolutely terrified to hold Grant as a baby.

And sometimes when you and Bucky were up to it, you'd go to New York and pay him a visit.

You held up another little shirt, this one with the Captain America symbol on it. A last gift from Tony. Steve smiled, tears in his eyes when you told him how much his son loved that shirt. By the end of your shared trip down memory lane, Steve understood, reluctantly, but he understood.

You, Bucky, and Grant you'd been a family all these years.

As you put away the boxes, Steve asks, "He makes you happy?"

You smile and nod. "Very."

He exhaled slowly, it would take time to move on from you. It had been just a few weeks for him, he'd need time to move on, to figure out his place in your's and Grant's life, but he understood that he had to.

The next day...

You were nervous. Peter was to you what you were to Tony, and you'd left him.

Bucky told you how he broke down at your funeral, right over your casket, sobbing until Bucky and his Aunt May peeled him off. That was the sugar-coated version of it, and even that broke your heart.

The reality of that day, the image of Peter at your funeral was burned into Bucky's brain.

It was part of the reason Bucky couldn't bring himself to see Peter since your funeral. It was just too much. Peter showing up to your funeral, his eyes red-rimmed, completely bloodshot like he hadn't slept since he heard. Even his Aunt May looked like she was holding back tears.

He held it together most of the service, but when he walked up to your casket, the emotional dam broke. He slumped down on your casket, begging you to come back, his hands gripping your casket as he begged. How he pleaded for you.

Bucky wanted to be right there with him. Once they got him off the casket, it wasn't much better. The sobs racked his body as he held onto Bucky so tightly. Bucky said very little opting to just prop Peter up until he could stand on his own, but Bucky didn't say anything to him.

He didn't offer him any advice or wise words like you would've, instead he worried that if he opened his mouth for even the shortest moment he'd start violently sobbing too.

You didn't blame Bucky for retreating from everyone, after all he was grieving too. You weren't quite caught up with the all the news yet, but you'd heard that Peter hadn't been quite the same since the funeral.

After Tony's funeral, Peter often sought you out, hoping for something tangible and concrete to help him through the mourning. This time you weren't there to keep him from falling apart.

You and Happy agreed to bring Peter over to Pepper's home so you could break the news. You weren't really even quite sure how one properly came back from the dead, you were pretty sure this warranted a meeting for all remaining Avengers, but that was no easy feat these days.

Bucky kept his hand on your shoulder as you heard the car pull up. Grant bolted the second he saw Peter.

He giddily ran to Peter, when Grant reached Peter, he scooped him off his feet while Grant squealed and laughed in excitement.

"Hey, Grant! Buddy, I missed you!" you heard Peter say to your son. "You'll never guess what I did the other day."

"Pete? We have something to show you," Pepper called, trying to usher him into the house where you were anxiously waiting.

It always warmed your heart to hear how Peter talked to Grant. Peter talked to him like he would any other person, any other adult, with a little necessary censoring, of course. He'd dramatically tell him about whatever 'hero stuff' he got up to, who he saved, a new trick he learned.

"Oh, okay," Peter said, putting Grant back down. "Come on, they have something to show us."

"Mommy's inside," Grant said, even though you told him to keep it a secret. You'd hoped that he wouldn't say anything until Peter got to see you.

"No, buddy, she's not inside," Peter replied, his voice and face becoming more solemn.

"No, she's inside," Grant insisted. "She says it's a secret."

"Peter," Pepper called again.

You took this as your cue, stepping into the doorway. "I guess that's what I get for trying to get Grant to keep a secret."

Peter's head snapped up, wordless.

You took another step forward. "Hi, Pete."

"It that's a hologram, it's really lifelike," he whispered, his voice cracking and tears coming to his eyes.

He'd been burned by people distorting his sense of reality before. He approached you slowly. He refused to believe that you were real until he had some cold, hard proof. He reached out for your shoulder, gasping when he came in contact with an actual body.

"I'm real, Pete," you assure, pulling him into a hug.

He embraces you tightly, then quickly releasing you looking frantic. "But how- when did- I just-"

"Take a breath, Pete. I'll explain," you promise.

He embraces you again. He never though he'd get that again, your reassurance, your advice, both hero and young adult, and just you. "I'm just so glad you're back. I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Pete," you whisper into his shoulder.

Even though you knew that there was still a lot to overcome, a lot of remedying that was still necessary, right now everything felt okay.

Like the pieces were all finally coming together. For the first time your family was complete, and that was enough for you.

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Satellite

Hi Friends, at long last! It's here! So so sorry about the delay. I appreciate your patience as I deal with my mental health. I'm going to try to post a second chapter on Friday to make up for making you wait so long. Anyways, PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! :D

Warnings: none.

Chapter 4

I felt my knees buckle underneath me. Whether it was nerves, or the fact that I’d just confessed my feelings to the man I love only to watch him walk out into the white, hot center of the media’s gaze with another woman wrapped around his arm, I wasn’t sure. I sat down in the empty chair near the concierge’s desk, unintentionally prompting every hotel employee who walked past me to stop and ask if I needed assistance, was waiting on a room key, or if I needed my luggage brought down.

“N-no. I’m just about to leave, just need a minute. Thanks.” I smiled at the housekeeping manager who nodded sympathetically before dashing off to attend to another guest.

I felt more out of place than ever in my gown, heels, and elaborate hair. Now, I really had no reason to be here anymore. If I’d known that Harry’s ex, his date, his girlfriend was going to be here, I never would’ve opened my mouth. It suddenly hit me that it was already too late for me and Harry. Any hope of a real relationship between us had walked out that door with him. I don’t know why, in the ten months that we’d been apart, I never imagined him getting into a relationship with anyone else. Just because I spent my time pining after him, doesn’t mean that he felt the same. My foolishness now clear, I wanted nothing more than to go back up into the hotel suite, pack up my stuff, and head home. Who would even notice? Everyone was at the red carpet by now, their dates and co-stars around, getting quizzed by reporters about their work on the film, nobody would think to look for me. I closed my eyes, focusing on my breath and hoping that a few deep inhales would calm my mind.

“You ready to go?”

My eyes snapped open at the sound of Harry’s voice. I looked up to see him standing by my chair, extending his hand out to me.

“You-- came back?”

“You didn’t really think I was gonna leave you to walk out into that camera frenzy all on your own, did you?”

Instantly feeling lighter, I took his hand and stood up. He came back for me.

“Do you need a minute or are you good to go?”

“Good to go.” I smiled, still blushing whenever I found myself a bit too close to his eyes.

The doorman held the door open for us as we approached.

“Whatever you do, don’t let go of my arm. Do your best to ignore anything anyone shouts at you and you’ll be fine.” Harry whispered last minute instructions into my ear before we walked out into the eye of the storm.

“People are gonna shout things at me?”

Passionate fans, paparazzi members, photographers all swarmed the sides of the building as close as hotel security would allow them to be, calling out to Harry, screaming, clapping, and flashing camera lights in his face. While I could hear the occasional “oh my god, who is that? That’s not his co-star is it?” and fans wondering if I’m in the movie, pulling out their phones to search the cast list, the arduous crowd mostly addressed Harry. I tightened my grip on his arm, my knuckles white, gripping the fabric of his jacket until we finally made it into the car that drove us half a block, around the street, to the red carpet. The backseat of the car felt like a safe haven sheltering us from the buzz outside. The crowd, still very much all around us, turned into a dim mixture of sounds. I could at least hear the car move now.

“You love me?” Were the first words out of Harry’s mouth when our driver started his car. His question felt as loud as the screaming frenzy that we’d just survived in the relative quietness of our secluded space. The safe haven was quickly tightening around me.

“Can we not- talk about this right now?”

“You said you love me! Don’t try and walk it back now! You said you love me and you want us to be together.” Even in the dim light of the back seat of the car, I could see that Harry was struggling to keep from smiling as he recalled my embarrassing confession.

“Yeah, well, you’ve got a girlfriend, so it doesn’t matter what I said. Emma, was it? Where is she anyway?” I looked out the window in an attempt to focus on anything but his piercing green eyes cutting through the dark.

“At the premiere, by now, hopefully. Put her in a car and told her I’d catch up with her.”

I could see by the size of the crowd and the cameras pointing in all directions that we had arrived at our venue. Harry got out of the car first, holding my door open for me.

“Remember, once again-“

“Don’t let go of you and ignore everything else? Got it.”

We made our way into the venue in much the same way that we’d left the hotel lobby, except this time, Harry noticed the groups of fans, out of the corner of his eye, standing off to the side and calling for him. Reluctantly, he made his way over to them, dragging me along.

“Can we please have a picture?” A couple of friends asked, offering their phone to him with the camera app already open. He happily obliged, suggesting that they stand on either side of him so he could be in the middle.

“Harry, Harry!” a few people were tapping his shoulder. The group soon multiplied in size. People were asking him to sign their vinyl records, CDs, posters, and even phone cases. He spent a few minutes greeting them, trying to respond to as many people as possible, sign as many items as possible while also posing for a picture with whomever came up to take one.

I attempted to untangle my arms from his, hoping to give him and the fans some space to interact and make it easier for him to sign their items with the full use of both his arms, but he grabbed on and kept me by his side. “You don’t get off that easily.” He whispered into my ear before returning his attention to the woman waiting on her CD.

Shit. My escape plan had failed. I might as well make myself useful. I offered to take fans’ phones and snap the picture so they could get better photos from a few different angles. He smiled, glancing briefly at me with gratitude. We arranged a few photos before the event security noticed the crowd size and put an end to the impromptu photo-op, escorting us inside.

Indoors, different kinds of cameras awaited. Professional reporters, paid photographers, journalists, people who made a living out of observing others and publishing what they saw. As overwhelming and terrifying as the uncontrolled, self-selecting crowed outside was, I felt more tense in here. Lost like a deer in the headlights, I stared blankly ahead, until a woman in a suit moved the belt barricade to section off an area of the venue, looking at me impatiently, “you in or you out?”

“S-sorry, in or out of….what?” I couldn’t shake off the dizziness.

“In or out? Press or invited guest?” She tapped the heel of her shoe against the floor as she spoke.

“Uhh-I-“

Harry quickly excused himself from the reporter he’d been chatting with and stepped in to answer for me. “Hi. She’s with me. Excuse us, please.” He gave the lady a quick smile, grabbing onto my elbow and leading me away.

“Where’d you run off to? A magazine guy asks me one question, I turn around to answer, and the next thing I know, you’ve disappeared!” Harry was rambling on, something about staying close by until I’ve learned the way around so I don’t get lost, but I couldn’t quite hear him over the strange ringing in my ears.

I couldn’t imagine how Harry dealt with this on an everyday basis. Microphones were offered to him as he gave quick, witty answers to their questions about the movie and about recent highlights of his career, photographers requesting he pose and smile for a picture to post on their social media accounts, or to add to the quote he just gave.

The reality of my surroundings slowly began to set in. I’d been swept up by the logistics of trying to leave the hotel and get into the premiere venue without tripping over myself or otherwise causing a scene that I hadn’t been fully present in the moment. Now, though, I had a minute to myself as Harry waxed eloquently about what drew him to this project, his role in it, and the work he did to prepare. I looked around him and the glamour of the whole affair seemed grotesque now. The blunt divide between celebrities and admirers, the artificial nature of the interactions manufactured solely to generate press, publicity, and good ratings, everyone smiling the entire time as if the whole world were perfect. Whether they genuinely felt that way or were putting on a show, it’s difficult to say. And that’s the worst part of it.

I glanced over at Harry. He looked totally immersed in the task at hand, and I was finally able to slip away unnoticed, finding a relatively quiet corner to stand in. I wished I was the kind of person who could turn into the social butterfly that I needed to be to fit into places like this, but I clearly wasn’t. Everyone around me looked like they belonged here, had worked hard to be here, took every step with purpose, and knew exactly why they were needed in this space. I’d accidentally stumbled into this role, and even though I knew it wouldn’t be for very long, and I told myself I’d enjoy it, I could feel my thoughts shift as anxiety was creeping in.

I finally found Sienna and Christopher at one of the tables designated to us, and went to join them.

“So, have you talked to him yet?” Christopher asked as I sat down. I brought him up to speed, apparently letting Sienna in on the situation as well. They both attempted to comfort me by saying that, whether he’s involved with someone else or not, Harry had a right to know how I feel and make his own decision. They insisted that I’d made the right choice telling him. Somehow, though, their words felt more like the obligation of supportive friends and less like the honest truth. A waiter stopped by our table and brought over some light refreshments, announcing that we’d be called into a different room, shortly, for the screening. Sienna and Christopher explained how these screenings usually go: a semi-private showing of the film to invited guests, a select few celebrities, members of the press, and the cast, followed by speeches from those involved, ending with a dinner reception, and an afterparty. Seemed like we had a long night ahead of us. I dreaded the prospect of playing chess with my distance from Harry all night. Not knowing whether I should want to have a conversation with him, or just run for the hills. If tonight had taught me anything, it’s that being with him comes with a lot of complicated baggage that I’m apparently too ill-equipped to handle.

As event organizers started ushering us into the screening room, we looked around for Harry, who was nowhere to be found.

“When was the last time you saw him?” Sienna asked as we walked in a self-organized line towards the screening room.

Christopher’s elbow nudged me slightly, I looked up to see him subtly pointing with his eyes at the distant corner of the room. Following his eyes, I watched as Harry and Emma stood there, looking to be in a heated argument about something. She was gesturing with her arms frantically, while Harry exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair, the jacket of his suit elevating and revealing the colorful fabric underneath.

“Y-you don’t think that’s because of me, do you?” I looked up at Christopher hoping for reassurance.

“You mean you think Harry just went up to her and said, ‘hey babe, so my friend just told me she’s in love with me, so I’m gonna split, bye now!’? I doubt that. It seems you do have a chance though.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s a terrible thing to say.”

“I’m not saying break them up. I’m saying, if there’s trouble in paradise…”

“Shut up.”

We walked into the theatre and headed to our seats. My butt was barely in the chair before I felt Harry plop down in the seat next to me and give me a tight-lipped smile, waving a quiet “hello.”

“Hey.”

“We never finished our talk from earlier.” He whispered in my ear, leaning forward to unbutton his blazer as he sat down.

“Seriously, Harry? During the showing of your own movie?”

Harry giggled, but before he could say anything else, a polite and pensive staff member approached me and whispered in my ear. “I’m sorry, Miss. Front row seats belong to the main cast and their plus ones. This seat is assigned to Emma Forbes. Would you mind giving me your name so I could help you find your seat?”

With abundant humiliation, I got up out of my seat and accompanied the staff member, leaving Harry confused, and trailing me with his eyes, turning around in his seat, to watch me walk away. I was relegated to the third row, next to crew members and makeup artists whose faces I knew from set. Taking a seat next to my new companions, I felt my phone buzz incessantly inside my purse. I moved quickly to turn it off before the screening began but the obscene number of text notifications I saw alarmed me. Panic dropped in the pit of my stomach. What kind of emergency was there? The texts were from practically everyone I’d ever met. Most of whom included a link. I clicked on the first one:

“Harry Styles walks red carpet twice…with two different women!” oh fuck. I clicked the second text.

“Harry Styles dumps girlfriend at premiere? The Popstar was seen re-entering the ballroom moments later with a mystery woman.”

Shit, shit, shit.

“Fans say the mysterious woman was practically latched onto his arm even as he stopped to take pictures with crowds”

Holy fuck.

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Day 4: good 4 u

Supreme Strange x Male Reader

I am SO sorry this is late, my sweet duckies. It’s finals and I am dying, but I will make it up to you today, scouts honor.

Stepping up to the mic of the small club, Y/N spoke, "Is this thing on? Testing, testing. Your mom’s a slut and so is your gal."

There was a roar of outraged laughter at that, causing the musician to grin mischievously.

"Sorry couldn't resist. And I’m kiddin’, boys. Gayer than a unicorn shitting rainbows at a Pride Parade, I'm afraid,” he admitted as he sent a flirty wink to the men seated right in front of him. "So, how is everyone tonight? Obviously, not well, considering the fact you're here rather than literally anywhere else.”

Waiting for the laughter to die down, Y/N double checked that his electric guitar was properly tuned.

“Honestly. Same. I've been havin' the shittiest month I've had in years and that's saying something. Especially when you take into consideration barely scraping by to get into college after your homophobic assholes of parents kick your cute ass to the curb."

There were groans and tuts of sympathy.

“Yeah, my boyfriend broke up with me. In the worst way imaginable. And no, I don't mean over text, although he might as well have. You know what the asshole did?"

…

“Steph! Baby I'm back!" Y/N yelled as he slammed the door shut with his foot. He came into the front room of the tiny apartment he shared with his boyfriend of three years, Stephen Strange, a med student who was hellbent on becoming a neurosurgeon at any cost. What Y/N stumbled upon made him wish he'd paid more attention to that little red flag.

Stephen's lab partner, Christine Palmer was hurriedly readjusting her shirt, while Stephen calmly sat there with lipstick all over his mouth and his shirt half undone.

"What the actual fuck, Strange! " Y/N yelled as he dropped the groceries.

“We're over, Y/N,” the other stated coldly.

“I'm sorry. I just violently hallucinated. What?"

"I said, we're over. It was fun, but I've lost interest,” Stephen said, face void of any emotion.

...

The crowd bellowed their displeasure.

“Right? Jesus Christ, what a prick. So, I figured I'd perform a little something for you all. Get it off my chest,” Jack explained. “Stephen Strange, I'd say kiss my ass, but I wouldn't let you touch you with a thirty- nine-and-a-half-foot pole. This is for you, asshole.”

With a middle finger thrown high in the air, Y/N began to play his pain.

"Well good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks

Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?

(Ah-ah-ah-ah)

And good for you, I guess that you've been working on yourself

I guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped

Now you can be a better man for your brand new girl.”

…

"Hey babe, how was class?" Y/N asked as he looked up from his textbook at the sound of Stephen coming home.

“Horrible,” the med student groaned. Collapsing onto the couch with his head on Y/N's lap, he wrapped his arms around the artist’s waist and started to trace abstract shapes on his hip.

"Poor thing," he cooed, combing his fingers through Stephen's thick, dark hair.

“Love you, starlight,” Stephen murmured.

…

"Well good for you, you look happy and heathy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you

You're doing great out there without me, baby

God, I wish that I could do that

I've lost my mind

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor of my bathroom

But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it

But I guess good for you."

As Y/N sang, angry, bitter tears began to trail down his cheeks.

What had he done wrong? Why had Stephen been so damn cold? Where had they gone wrong? He had thought they were happy, Stephen had acted so happy. What the fuck was with the sudden one-eighty? Nothing made any sense anymore.

"Well good for you, I guess you're getting everything you want

You bought a new car and your career’s really taking off

It's like we never even happened, baby

What the fuck is up with that?

And good for you, it's like you never even met me

Remember when you swore to God I was the only

Person who ever got you?

Well, screw that, and screw you

You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do!"

…

"I swear to God, everyone in that class is an idiot," Stephen snarled as he stormed out of his advanced biology class.

Y/N chased after him with his skateboard in hand, hoping to placate the other before he got to his next class.

"Or, maybe you just need to move to a higher class?" Y/N suggested, wrapping an arm around the taller man's waist and nuzzling into his shoulder.

Freezing in the middle of the hallway, Stephen mulled over his words.

"You're a genius, sweetheart,” he announced, dropping a kiss on top of his head. "I'll see you at home, I’m gonna be late. Love you!"

“Love you too!”

…

"Well good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you

You're doing great out there without me, baby

God I wish I could do that

I've lost my mind

I've spent the night cryin’ on the floor of my bathroom

But you're so un affected, I really don't get it

But I guess good for you!"

…

Shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. Y/N knocked on the door of his once apartment, wishing he was anywhere but here. Christine answered, and she looked startled.

“Oh. Um, Y/N. Hi," she greeted awkwardly.

"Stuff the small talk, Palmer. I'm just here for my shit," he snarled frigidly, pushing past the redhead and heading towards the bedroom.

Tears pricked his eyes for the umpteenth time that week when he saw every last one of his possessions had been packed into boxes and were clearly waiting for him to take them.

“He really couldn't wait to get rid of me,” Y/N thought, heart breaking all over again.

"Um I can help you carry your things. If you'd like?” Christine offered softly from the doorway.

"It's fine, I can carry it in one trip. You won't have to see me again.”

…

“Maybe I'm too emotional

But your apathy is like a wound in salt

Maybe I’m too emotional

Or maybe you never cared at all

Maybe I'm too emotional

Your apathy is like a wound in salt

Maybe I’m too emotional

Maybe you never caved at all!"

Y/N never felt more liberated as he told the whole club about his pain and heartache. Yeah, leaving Columbia after fighting so hard to get in sucked like a bitch, but he would be able to start again. He wouldn't have been able to with the constant threat of running into Stephen.

"Well , good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you, you're doing great out there without me, baby

Like a damn sociopath!

I’ve lost my mind,

I’ve spent the night cryin’ on the floor of my bathroom

But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it

But I guess good for you!

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.”

Y/N grinned as he reveled in the screams of approval from the crowd.

Things were gonna be okay.

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accountingacademic · 4 months

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New Year, Fresh Start

Daily Reflection Monday, 1 January, 2024

Things I'm Grateful For:

Having my ever-growing to-do list written down in my planner, so I don't have to forget those things I need to do.

Highlights:

Since I was up past midnight with friends, I made a final "fuck it, I'm staying up all night." After everyone logged off, I had a spurt of productivity and got a bunch of little odds and ends taken care of.

Even if it only really amounts to $1 per day, I enjoy the feeling like I'm setting myself up for success when I transfer some money into my investment account each month. Because January has 31 days, I transferred $31 this time. It's in a TFSA so I won't be taxed on what the money earns, and it's a zero-commission account, so everything that is put into that account will be mine when I withdraw it.

I didn't get everything on my to-do list done for the day, but I still managed to do quite a bit! I don't mind carrying over two tasks, especially when one of them is 90% done.

Challenges:

I couldn't get my money stuff taken care of when I first wanted to because my bank's online portal was down for maintenance. Bit of a nuisance, even though it's not really a huge deal--I don't have to deal with my money at 4:00am, it can wait until a more reasonable hour.

I accidentally ended up napping in the middle of the day. I laid down around 11:00am, and then dozed off and slept until about 2:30pm. So that took a chunk of time away from me that I could have used, but after an all-nighter, three and a half hours won't ruin everything.

Emotions:

I feel like an asshole, and a terrible friend. A friend of mine is going through a rough patch because a woman ran a red light the other day and fucked up his car. He's going through the process of trying to get proof for his insurance that he wasn't at fault, and trying to figure out what's going to happen to his car (he spent all his savings on it less than two months ago, and the odds are pretty much 50/50 that it could be written off). I fully understand that he needs to vent, but I just really don't like listening to that kind of thing. I want to just go and tune him out so it feels like a win-win (he gets to vent, I don't have to actually listen), but that also feels like a terrible thing to do.

The shoes I ordered with my Christmas money are supposed to be here tomorrow, according to FedEx. It's hard to say how accurate that is though, as it's been "we have your package" since the 28th, with the order itself placed on the 25th. If it's not in tomorrow, Wednesday would also work. I just want them in before I go back to school on Thursday.

Lessons Learned:

For all that my friends are usually there for me when I need it (even though I will rarely ask for help), I'm not great at doing the same for them. I think that's part of why I don't ask for help; I don't want to be one of those people who ask for help all the time but never offer anything in return. I want it to be fairly balanced, and unfortunately, holding back on my end is how I can help keep it that way.

Today's To-Do List:

Completed

Readjust the cat feeder to dispense at night.

Reorganize phone apps.

Find new wallpapers for my phone and laptop.

Divide my second student loan disbursement into GICs.

Pay board.

Clean out my D&D binder and prepare for the new campaign.

Renew my FitBit Premium membership.

Add $31 to my investment account.

Give the cats baths.

Put together the grocery list.

Uncompleted

Clean out my school binder and prepare for the new semester.

Finish catching up on laundry.

Tomorrow's To-Do List:

Buy a mirror that hangs off the door for my bedroom.

Buy a notebook to start a commonplace book.

Get groceries.

Nana's housework.

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Stranger Things Have Happened In Hawkins || Harringrove x Reader (4/4)

Pairing(s): Billy Hargrove x Winchester!reader x Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Dean Winchester x Castiel

Universe: crossover supernatural universe x stranger things universe

Summary: The final part of the series– what will happen when Billy comes back to life?

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 10.3k

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence/Gore

Read it on this post (under the cut) or on AO3

Time continued on, as it always does. You talked to Jonathan on the phone a few times a month, just to keep in touch with everything going on in California. El was always happy to hear from you when you called. Your calls were never very long; contact between Hawkins and the California kids was kept minimal. Even still, you managed to give them updates on the hellfire club and your work on the Camaro. Life was sad, yet peaceful. You and the Hawkins kids had found a new home in your school lives; the Hellfire Club. Eddie Munson was the star of your world right now. He was funny and genuine; he made you feel safe. Aside from Steve and previously Billy, Eddie’s presence was where you felt the safest. You had gone from middle of the road to full on nerd, but you didn’t care. You cut your Hellfire shirt into a cropped tank top and wore it with pride. Steve was still one of your closest companions, but since he had graduated your world focused almost entirely around the Hellfire Club. Robin teased you for your devotion to dungeons and dragons; she called you Queen Y/n Winchester, mother of nerds. Even through her teasing, you knew she was happy for you. She and Steve both supported you being in a club that occupied so much of your time. Talking about your characters and campaigns was one of the only things that ever made you smile now.

Between August and March, nothing supernatural happened. You all were able to go about your days entirely normally. Robin and Steve worked at Family Video, you and the kids were busy with the Hellfire Club, and the California crew were doing their best to get settled in such a different place. Even though nothing monstrous happened, that doesn’t mean those months were uneventful. You spent most of your time trying to heal your broken heart. Your life had been made up of so many losses you were almost afraid of gaining anything new. You were so happy to have new friends around, but at the same time you were worried about loosing them. You couldn’t bare the thought of losing anyone else close to you. It took awhile, but you eventually opened up to Eddie about how Billy’s death had effected you. One night in September, after a Hellfire Club meeting, you had Eddie over to your house.

Max was surprised by Eddie’s presence at first, but she didn’t mind him. She left the two of you to talk on the hood of the Camaro after a little while. You were both laying down, gazing up at the maze of stars in the night sky. A stillness had fallen over you both after a bout of laughter.

“So this is the Camaro I’ve heard so much about. Any closer to getting it running again?” Eddie asked. His voice was calm and filled with genuine curiosity.

“I think so,” you answered. “I’m still trying to get a few parts for the engine, but I think if I can get them, she’ll run again, just like before.”

You heard him take a deep breath in response before you felt his eyes shift toward you. “Do you think getting the car to run again will ease your grief?”

The question only caught you a little off guard; you honestly half expected this conversation to turn to Billy at some point. You and Eddie had been slowly getting closer over the last few months and he did deserve some sort of insight into your mind. You weren’t ready to open up about the upside down or your life before Hawkins, but you felt comfortable enough with him to talk a little about your lost love. “I like to think it will,” you answered honestly. “I connected with Billy on a level I haven’t been able to with anyone else. We both came from broken homes made by broken parents that were filled to the brim with traumatic experiences; yet somehow we were able to pull the happiness and joy out of each other. I’ve been having a hard time finding my spark since he died. I have been putting a lot of faith into the idea that a ride in this hunk of junk would help me get that spark back. I don’t know if it will, but I’m afraid of who I’ll become if I stop trying to find that joy again. I don’t want to go back to how I felt before I started working on the Camaro.”

Eddie pursed his lips. “Has anything helped you feel better, other than working on the Camaro?”

You sighed, closing your eyes. You knew the answer to the question that Eddie has set in front of you, but you felt silly saying it. “Can I be honest with you, Munson?”

“Of course, totally,” he replied without a second thought.

You opened your eyes again and looked toward him. His gaze was latched to yours instantly. “The only thing that has helped me feel better has been playing DnD with all of you in the Hellfire Club.” You both cracked smiles before you continued. “When Billy was around, I ran DnD nights for his little sister and some of her friends, including Henderson, Wheeler, and Sinclair. I had a hell of a time being the DM and we had a fucking awesome campaign going, but when Billy died, I lost all interest in DMing. I didn’t leave the house for weeks. I made everyone worry and I had absolutely lost every creative bone in my body. It’s why it took so much convincing from Dustin and you for me to join Hellfire… but I’m really glad I listened to you two. Sometimes I miss DMing, but playing alongside Dustin and the others has given me back a small bit of joy. It’s like a little glimpse of hope. It sounds really fucking cheesy to say, but it’s true.”

“I’m glad the club has helped,” Eddie answered. “I remember seeing you around before everything that happened in July. You always had such a brightness to you; I would love to see you get that back.” You looked away from him briefly after that comment. It stung you in a way you can’t describe; a deep guttural cut. “Sorry, that was creepy of me to say.”

You shook your head a bit. “No, you’re good Eddie. Just… thank you for taking me into Hellfire. It means more to me than you know.”

“You’re always welcome at Hellfire, Y/n. I’ll– We’ll always have a place for you.”

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After that night, Eddie kept an even closer eye on you at school than he did before. He planned a horror-themed one-shot for the week of Halloween. The whole club was at the edge of their seats all of October. Eddie was writing things in his DM notebook during every free minute he had; everyone was excited to see what he had come up with for the spooky special occasion. Outside of the club’s horror one-shot, the school was buzzing with anticipation for homecoming week. It, much like Halloween, was in October for Hawkins High. The homecoming dance was at the front of many students’ minds. You and the Hellfire club were not so excited about the dance; it wasn’t the kind of social event that most of you enjoyed. Jason Carver, however, was incredibly eager to get you to go to the dance with him. Despite your nerd status, he was still chasing after you. He corned you at your locker one afternoon.

You were gathering your books from your locker when a hand pressed against the locker next to yours. Your heart ached when you saw the letterman jacket; until your registered that this person was wearing that instead of a leather one, your brain let you believe for a second it was Billy. You tried to keep your emotions off your face as you turned around to find it was Jason. “What do you want, Carver?” Your discomfort about how close he was to you would have been clear to anyone who saw you. It was written all over your face, despite your best efforts.

“I want you to come to the homecoming dance with me.” He said it with so much confidence it almost made you gag. Even though you had been turning him down for over a month, he was really sure that you would want to accompany him to a dance.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” he asked.

“Both,” you huffed.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t because I have prior engagements with the Hellfire Club the night of the dance and I won’t because you’re a massive fucking dick,” you replied. You splayed your mouth into a wide smile, just to piss him off further.

“You would rather hang out with a band of freaks and play pretend than go out with me?”

You furrowed your eyebrows and crossed your arms. “Yes, was that not already abundantly clear from the amount of times I have rejected you?”

“You really are just a dumb bitch, aren’t you?”

You scoffed. “Excuse me?”

“Your sorry excuse for a boyfriend has been dead for months and instead of trying to move on with someone who could give you anything you could ever want, you play make-believe with a bunch of nobodies. You probably fell for Munson like the dumb bitch you are. It would be just like you to fall for a fuckin’ freak. You were friends with the Byers boys, afterall.” Jason shook his head. “There’s no way Hargrove saw anything in you other than a hot body. You’re just a whore for anyone who listens to metal music and smokes.”

You knew Jason had a lot of audacity, but you never ever would have expected him to say something like that. His comment left you feeling speechless. It was ruthless toward not only you, but toward Billy, Will, Jonathan, and Eddie. Your blood was so hot it felt like it was boiling you front the inside. You were about to give Jason a piece of your mind, but you were interrupted by two of your favorite people cutting into the conversation. Steve pulled Jason away from you and Eddie was instantly in his face. “In my opinion, this is just about the worst way you could ever try to ask someone out.” He seethed. “So let’s set something straight Carver, Y/n is a member of the Hellfire Club, which means she’s under the protection of said Hellfire Club. I make sure my members stay safe from bullies like you. Since you think I’m so weird and scary I would suggestion you stay away from Y/n from now on because if you don’t you’ll have to deal with me and you wouldn’t want to contract some kind of nerd disease, would you?” Eddie gave Jason the same kind of smile you had a few minutes ago. It made you giggle inside, though you managed to keep a straight face.

“And I know I graduated,” Steve said, “but I am still in Hawkins. Y/n is like family to me and I am not afraid to bruise your ego if it means protecting her.” He let go of Jason and sighed. “Keep her and Billy’s names out of your mouth. You have no idea what their relationship was like and the impact his death had on her. She has every right to stay single as long as she feels she needs to. The death of someone that close to you doesn’t just get brushed under the rug. It hurts you for a long time.”

Jason huffed in annoyance. “Come on, Harrington. It hasn’t been that long since you graduated. You know Munson is weird as hell and Y/n needs a real man to put her in her place. Munson can’t do jack shit for her.”

Steve sighed. “You really just ignored every word I said.”

“Just stay out of our lives, Carver. This shit isn’t worth it,” Eddie spat. “C’mon, Y/n. Let’s go.”

You followed Eddie and Steve outside to the parking lot, where Dustin and Robin were waiting. “You okay, Y/n?” Robin asked.

“Mostly. How did you know something was going on?” you questioned.

“I saw Jason corner you so I ran out here to get Steve. He’s driving me to work today,” she explained.

“Eddie and I were nearby and overheard what Robin was saying, so Eddie offered to go in with Steve,” Dustin finished. “Are you sure you’re okay, Y/n?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure. Thanks, guys. I could have handled it, but I’m glad I didn’t have to. I appreciate what you all did.”

“Anytime, Winchester,” Eddie replied with a small smile.

“Need a ride home?” Steve asked.

You shook your head. “No, but thanks, Stevie. I can’t leave Baby here overnight. Dean would murder me if he found out I did.” You both knew Dean would never find out, but Steve respected your reasoning.

“Drive safe, Y/n, and if you need anything call Family Video. Robin and I are scheduled to work until 9 tonight,” Steve answered.

“Will do, thanks again, Steve, and you too, Eddie.”

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The Halloween one-shot was a smashing success and the whole club was completely absorbed in the storyline. Half of the characters died before your party even made it to the final boss battle, but none of you really minded. The game was thrilling no matter if you were playing or just watching. November sent a chill down everyone’s spines as it started. Cold air really started to really clutch Hawkins. You and Max were both bundled up in a mix of Dean and Billy’s clothes most days for school that month. Both of them had comfy jackets and shirts that brought you both a small sense of security. It wasn’t much, but wearing their jackets as protection from the frosty air did bring you and Max some extra (much-needed) peace.

Jason stopped bothering you after the day in the hallway. He had his eyes refocused on a girl named Chrissy Cunningham. You had only spoken to her a few times, but she seemed like a sweetheart and you felt a bit bad that she had become Jason’s next target. You truly wished her the best with that as you fell back into your obsession with dungeons and dragons. With every day that passed, you grew closer to Eddie and you couldn’t help but hear Jason’s words in your mind: There’s no way Hargrove saw anything in you other than a hot body. You’re just a whore for anyone who listens to metal music and smokes.

Every time that thought came to you, you did your best to just shake it off. Billy had only been gone a few months and you were definitely still grieving his death. You felt weird enough having romantic feelings still for Steve; you became anxious at the thought that you could be falling for Eddie already too.

“Hey Winchester, are you listening?” Eddie’s voice broke through the very loud thoughts that were bouncing around the inside of your skull.

You blinked a few times and looked toward the head of your lunch table. Many of the members of Hellfire were looking your way, including Eddie. His gaze was absolutely piercing. “I am now.”

“Keep your eyes on the prize, Y/n. We’re talking about our next campaign. It’s going to carry our club all the way through March,” he scolded lightly.

“March? That’s a long ass campaign,” you joked.

“It’s a very important story; it deserves enough space to be told properly.”

You nodded and did your best to stay focused on what Eddie and the other members of your club were discussing. It got harder to concentrate the longer lunch went on, but you did your best to appear like you were listening. You were truly interested in the conversation, but you felt like you were being swallowed whole by your anxiety. It felt impossible to focus on the campaign with everything swirling around your head. “Winchester!” Eddie’s voice cut through the fog again. “What is going on with you today?”

Your eyes refocused on your friends again and you saw Dustin looking at you with a worried expression. You looked to Eddie for some sort of comfort, but his expression held mostly annoyance with a hint of concern. Your chest felt heavy and you looked away from your friends. “My mind is elsewhere today,” you replied. You fumbled with your walkman and headphones for a second. Your hands were shaking and you could feel them becoming increasingly cold. “I think I need to go.” You put your headphones over your ears, giving the party no further explanation before grabbing your tray, dumping its contents in the garbage, and hastily exiting the cafeteria. Normally, if you got anxious during school hours you would just excuse yourself to the bathroom for a few minutes. You could feel that this was going to be a stronger anxiety attack than usual though, so you headed straight for Baby. Tears were falling down your face before you made it to the Impala, but the parking lot was mostly empty because of the time of day, so you weren’t seen by anyone. You quickly hopped into the back and curled into a ball across the bench seat. The car was cold without the heater on, but with the doors closed there was no wind, so you didn’t so much mind the chilliness. It just seemed like everything was too much. You missed your family and Billy so much. You were mourning so many losses and yet you still carried yourself forward every day. The world felt like it was crumbling down around you and you couldn’t place exactly where your anxiety was coming from. Was it a wave of grief or was it triggered by the idea of moving on from Billy? Or the idea of spending another Christmas without Dean and Cas? You didn’t know and you just curled into yourself tighter as your body was wrecked with sobs.

You cried in the back seat until you felt well enough to drive yourself away from school. You knew your friends would be worried about you, but you also knew you could call and update them later. Right now, you needed to take care of yourself and you knew that you needed to get out of the school parking lot. You got yourself in the driver’s seat and quickly drove yourself to Steve’s house. His parents were still never around, so you didn’t worry too much about them being there. You knew he didn’t have work today and you felt bad for interrupting his peace, but you needed someone who knew the details about your life experiences to give you some comfort. Steve came running up to your car door before you even had time to turn off the Impala. He heard your tires screeching from inside the house. “What’s happened, Y/n?” he asked. You saw him scanning your features; his eyes were full of concern.

You tried to speak, but your throat was so dry, not a single syllable came out of your mouth. Tears started falling again out of frustration and you climbed out of the car. Steve instantly wrapped his arms around you and another wave of sobs came over you. He held you close to his chest and you could hear his rapid heartbeat. You felt terrible for causing him stress, but your mind began to get quieter as he rested a hand on the back of your head. “I can’t do it anymore, Steve.”

“Do what, Y/n?”

“Live like this.”

Steve’s heart absolutely shattered as those words exited your mouth and his grip on you became even tighter. “I’ve got you, Y/n, you’re safe with me. I don’t know what exactly is going on, but I promise I’m here for you. We’ll figure it out together.”

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December went by in a blink. You found yourself pulling away from the Hellfire Club just a little bit as midterms approached. You still loved DnD and your friends, but your grief was worsening again in tandem with your depression. Eddie made a point to talk to you every school day. He spoke at a lower volume than usual and with a softness that was almost unfamiliar. It reminded you of that night back in September when you opened up to him about Billy. He tried you with kindness and gentle gestures that made your heart swoon; though your responses to him were small, he could tell that you appreciated his efforts. When it came time for you to go home on the last day before Winter Break, he made sure to give you a tight hug and remind you that he was just a phone call away. You hugged him back and promised that if anything went wrong you’d give him a call. You took Max back to your house; Steve was already there when you got home. You had given him the spare key to your home since he had been helping you with your mental health. He had three mugs full of hot chocolate ready when you and Max walked in the front door. She thanked him and headed off to her room to decompress after the stressful day of midterms.

Steve smiled at you and handed you your mug. “How do you think your tests went today?” he asked. The two of you made your way over to the living room couch.

You shrugged as you both sat down. “Honestly, I have no idea. Mr. Herschel fucking sucks at teaching history and Ms. G’s grading varies a lot.”

Steve took a big swig of his hot chocolate. “Well no matter what your grades end up being, I’m proud of you for making it through this semester.”

“Thanks Steve.”

“Always, Y/n.”

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Max went to spend Christmas with her mom, so it was just you and Steve on Christmas Eve. You spent a large portion of the day in a somber mood, but Steve did cheer you up with some Christmas movies and silly dancing to Metallica in your living room. In the evening, you found yourselves snuggled together on the couch. There was pretty much no space between you, but that had become commonplace over the last few weeks. Steve never made you feel uncomfortable and you knew that you were completely safe with him. You both buzzed with feelings for each other. You also both felt the weight of grieving Billy. It is what kept you in the liminal space between friends and more. Steve didn’t shy away as you began to rest your head on his shoulder.

“Enjoying Christmas Eve?” he asked. He leaned his head gently on yours. You closed your eyes and breathed in deeply. Your senses were filled with the sounds of the crackling fire and the smell of Steve’s cologne.

“Mhm…” you mused.

“Me too,” he replied quietly.

“The house feels strangely empty, but it’s also kind of peaceful,” you mumbled.

“Yeah, it is.” You two fell into more comfortable silence as a Christmas movie continued on in the background. Between the fire and Steve’s body heat, you had no idea it was even cold outside. You stayed in the peaceful quiet until the movie ended and Steve flicked off the tv. You curled into his side a little bit more and focused your thoughts on the fireplace. The flames danced and sang to you in a way that you found absolutely beautiful. Steve pulled away to look at you after a few moments. You tossed him a confused look in return.

“You alright, Stevie?”

His eyes combed over your face. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

“What are you thinking about?” You didn’t really need to ask. You could tell by the way his eyes were flicking between yours and your lips exactly where his mind was.

“Would you be okay if I kissed you right now?” His voice was so soft it was almost a whisper.

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. You could feel Billy’s energy around you; buzzing with hope of you finally having some happiness. “I think I could be okay,” you replied just as softly. Steve gently grasped your chin and pulled your lips to his.

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January was the first month where Steve didn’t hide his feelings anymore. You didn’t tell anyone that you were dating, but Max knew by his increased presence in your house that something had changed. You were both a little afraid of what labeling your relationship meant. It pained you both that Billy wasn’t there to be a part of it. Steve showered you with affection and flowers every chance he got. He also visited Billy’s grave a few times to bring your boy some flowers as well. Your heart began to swell in a way it had only ever done for Billy. You were falling madly in love with Steve; and you were beginning to be okay with it.

The members of the Hellfire Club noticed the change in your mood when you returned to school from break. Eddie, as always, kept a close eye on you. It didn’t go unnoticed that Steve picked you up from school in the Impala some days. He didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he knew something happened between you and Steve. He continued to check on you every day and chatted to you about plans for the club campaign. You were back to your old self again; laughing and joking with him about his dungeon master powers. He was a little bit jealous of whatever you and Steve had going on, but he did have to admit; Harrington probably saved your life that holiday season.

“So, Winchester, what are your plans for the evening?” Eddie asked. He was walking you to the Impala, as he always did.

You shrugged. “Nothing much. I think Steve, Max, Dustin, and I are going to go to the arcade. We’ve been trying to get Max out of the house a bit more. I can tell that Billy’s death is still really affecting her.”

Eddie nodded. “Well, the arcade sounds like a good idea then. Max really likes gaming, right?”

You agreed, “Yeah, she does… would you like to join us, Eddie? There’s no pressure, but you’re welcome to come along if you would like to.”

Eddie looked toward Steve, who was standing by the driver’s door of the Impala. He knew Steve thought he was weird; that much was obvious. Though, the two of them had you connecting them right now and he knew it would be good if he could get Steve to open up to him a bit more. “As long as Steve doesn’t mind, I’d be happy to.”

Steve tosses you both the gentle smile that you loved so much. “Fine by me, we can fit five of us in the Impala.”

“What’s happening?” Dustin asked as he and Max approached the car.

“Eddie’s going to join us for our trip to the arcade.”

Dustin smiled brightly. “Yo, that’s awesome!”

You reached out and ruffled his hair. “You’re in the middle seat kid, go put your stuff in the trunk and load up.” Dustin huffed slightly at the middle seat comment, but he and Max both went to get settled in the car. “Eddie you can also toss your stuff in the trunk and you can sit in whichever seat Max doesn’t pick. If I had to guess, that would be the seat behind the driver’s.”

He nodded and began to situate his bag. “Thanks for letting me join.”

You smiled and Steve tossed him a nod, “No problem, Munson.”

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February was the last month of quiet Hawkins got. Your connections with your friends out in California were growing smaller and smaller every day. You missed them all terribly, but your schedules were all getting busier and the universe just seemed completely opposed to you staying connected. El and you had established a more direct line of communication through your powers, so you still felt connected to her. She didn’t have her powers anymore, but there was still some lingering power around her that lead you to be able to reach out to her. She kept you updated on the trials and tribulations of the California group, and you filled her in on your Hawkins lives as much as you could. She was always curious about Mike; who you knew the least about. You two had never gotten along. El was understanding of that and was appreciative of the little bit of information you had on the Wheeler boy. When your connection to her destabilized you would wave goodbye quickly and breathe deeply out.

Steve was standing in the doorway of your bedroom. His arms were crossed over his chest. “How is everyone?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Overall okay. Things feel too quiet.”

He chuckles, “You just worry too much.”

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You realized in March that you don’t worry too much. The erieeness you sensed around the peace in Hawkins was justified in the third month of the year. You woke up from a particularly violent nightmare about Billy around 4 am. No one was staying at your house that night so you just wiped the tears from your eyes and made your way outside to the camaro. It was almost in perfect working order now, you hadn’t tried to turn it on yet, but you decided that you were ready to try. All of Billy’s smaller items didn’t feel like him anymore. They all held your own energy at this point and after the nightmare you had, you wanted to feel his energy, not your own. You placed yourself in the driver’s seat and stabbed the key into the ignition. You let out a deep breath before stepping on the break and turning the key. To your excitement and slight surprise, the engine roared to life. It felt like Billy was in the passenger seat his energy was so laced in the leather and motor oil. You laughed with joy and pulled out of the yard. The streets were dead because it was so early in the morning. “I DID IT, BILLY! Billy I did it.”

You road around in the Camaro until about 7 am when you decided to pull into Steve’s driveway. He ran to the front door when he heard the engine outside. His confusion turned into a huge smile when he saw what you were driving in. “Holy Shit!” He yelled as he ran up to your door. You hopped out of the car, mirroring his smile. He planted a kiss on your cheek. “I knew you could do it, babe. Billy is totally cheering right now.”

You nodded back, but you didn’t get a picture of Billy happy in your mind. You got an image of him standing behind Steve; cleaning a gun. He looked dirty, tired, and worse for wear. He perked up at the sound of something approaching him. He shot the gun at whatever was getting close to him before returning to cleaning it. You blinked a few times and your vision focused back on Steve. “Yeah, I’m sure he’s really happy, where ever he is.”

The Hellfire Club erupted in the parking lot of Hawkins High when they saw the Camaro roll up. There were a lot of stares from other students, but you didn’t care. Eddie was instantly at your door when you parked. “Look at this shit! It sounds like it’s a brand-new car.”

You beamed at him, “I don’t know if it sounds that good, but I am so excited it’s up and running again! Maybe before we start playing tonight I could take you on a joy ride.”

His smile mirrored yours, “Hell yeah. Wouldn’t miss an opportunity like that for the world. We could do a few laps around the neighborhood before Hellfire.”

You turned the Camaro off and grabbed your bag. “Sounds like a plan, Munson.”

Max and Dustin caught your attention as they came running up to the two of you. “Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” Dustin yelled.

“You did it!” Max shouted. She threw herself into your side, her arms were tightly around your waist.

Your heart swelled as you hugged her back. “We did it! I couldn’t have made it happen without the support of all of you.” You felt Max smile and watched Dustin’s face light up with joy. “I was just offering Eddie a joy ride. Maybe I can take you freshmen to the arcade this weekend?”

Dustin nodded excitedly and Max joined him after she pulled away from the hug. “That would be Bitchin’,” Max joked.

“Fantastic,” you replied.

“The arcade?” Eddie asked. “That sounds like fun, maybe we could make it a Hellfire club plus Ginger situation?”

You looked to Dustin and Max for an answer. They seemed on board. “As long as you never call me ‘Ginger’ again, I could be on board with that plan.”

Eddie chuckled, “Deal, Red.”

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You held Steve’s hand tightly as the gym filled for the pep rally. It was loud, bright, and already packed. You breathed in and out deeply as Steve ran his thumb over the back of your hand. “Nervous?”

You nodded and breathed out a pretty loud sigh. “Yeah, this is honestly just too many people for me. If Robin wasn’t playing and you weren’t here I’d be ditching this shit and hiding in the Camaro. I know Eddie feels the same. It’s all just… a lot, you know?”

His nostrils flared a bit at the mention of Eddie’s name, but the look on his face was sympathetic. “I understand. I’m excited to see Robin play, but you’re right. It’s overwhelming in here, even for me.”

The freshmen ended up a few rows below you in the bleachers. Dustin and Max sent waves in your direction. You perked up enough to wave back. Steve smiled at you. “What? What are you gawking at?” Your tone was teasing and he could clearly tell.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Can’t I just look at you? You’re gorgeous and your expression always lightens up when you look at the kids.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. You looked away from Steve’s strong gaze and your eyes fell on Robin. You sent her a small smile and she tossed a similar one back at you. You could tell that she was feeling the same anxiety you were feeling. “I appreciate you, Steve. Really, I do.”

Your eyes met for a brief moment before he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I know, babe.”

Your peaceful moment with Steve was interrupted by an outburst from the crowd; the pep rally was officially kicking off. You settled your eyes on the band’s section of the bleachers. Robin was playing wonderfully and you actually found the environment partially enjoyable– until Jason Carver began his speech. You were happy that Lucas was getting into sports; you knew that it was something he found enjoyable. However, you were not a fan of his team captain, Jason. He was rude and brash and was a serial cheater. Even though he wasn’t chasing after you anymore, he treated you and every other fem-presenting person like trash. All that to say, Jason Carver’s existence still left a bad taste in your mouth. “First off, I'd like to thank each and every one of you,” he started. “Without your support, we wouldn't be here. Give yourselves a big hand.” The crowd erupted and the sound was so loud that it made your ears ring. It didn’t help that the crowd’s cheering was immediately followed by Jason’s microphone screaming with the noises of feedback. You grimaced and Steve gently squeezed your hand. “And of course, of course, I have to give a special shout-out to the best and the prettiest fans of all time, the Tiger Cheer Squad.” He paused for a moment before shifting his focus to his girlfriend. You felt bad for her; you knew that Jason was unfaithful and every time you had spoken with her, she had treated you with kindness. “Chrissy… Chrissy, I love you, babe.” You sighed quietly at the sentiment. Most of the crowd awed.

Eddie was skipping out on the pep rally with other members of the Hellfire Club. You wanted to be with Steve and Robin, but you could also feel yourself getting annoyed at the situation you were in. You were almost wishing that you had taken Eddie up on his offer to miss this. “You know… I think I can speak for all of us when I say it's been a tough year for Hawkins.” You look toward Steve with a quirked eyebrow. He passed you a similar expression. “So much loss. And sometimes I wonder, how much loss can one community take?”

Where is he going with this? “In dark days like this, we need something to believe in.” You gripped Steve’s hand tightly.

“So, last night, when we were down by ten points at half to Christian Academy, I looked at my team, and I said.” You looked at Steve again as you felt a deep pit form in your stomach. Please don’t let him say what I think he’s going to say.

“Think of Jack. Think of Melissa. Think of Heather—”

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it.

“Think of Billy.” Your eyes were trained on Jason, but you could feel Steve, Robin, and some of the kids looking at you. The pit in your stomach started boiling. “Think about our heroic police chief, Jim Hopper. Think about every one of our friends who perished in that fire. What did they die for? For us to lose to some… some crap school?” He can’t be serious right now… Leveraging the violent deaths of local people? My People. Billy… Your breath quickened as your mind took you back to the night of the fire. You could hear Billy screaming, Max and El crying, and the pain in Billy’s voice when he spoke his last words.

“Y/n…” Steve’s voice sounded so far away. You knew that he was still standing next to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself back to the pep rally.

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You found yourself again once you were in the seclusion of a bathroom stall. Your feet froze to the ground as you breathed boiling air out through your nose. You couldn’t believe Jason’s audacity– using the deaths of Hopper and Billy like that. You didn’t know what to think; the only thing your brain could feel was internal rage. You did your best to calm yourself down inside the stall, but the four walls around you felt more encroaching than comforting at this particular moment. It was hard to regulate your breathing– even more than usual. You were no stranger to panic attacks at this point in your life, but you were accustomed to them hitting you this hard this quick. You were pretty used to calming yourself down from them so this panic attack had to be something special. Your heart felt so tight in your chest that it seemed like it was about to burst outward. The only reason it didn’t was because someone else entered the bathroom. You put your hand over your mouth in a vague attempt to quiet your sobs.

| < ♥️ > |

“The Devil has come to America.” Eddie’s voice was deep. It was like a lullaby to you at this point. “Dungeons and Dragons, at first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe, now has both parents and psychologists concerned.” He had the magazine blocking his face, but you could guess his mocking expression by his tone.

“Studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship,

ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even… murder.” The whole table chuckled at his antics. You shook your head lightly as you giggled. He was particularly out of control today and it was quite comical.

“DnD has nothing to do with satanic worship or ritual sacrifice, trust me, I would know,” You teased. The group larger group had no idea what you meant and you found it fun. You were sure that Jeff and Gareth thought you were in a cult or something. They weirdly worshipped the ground you walked on. Eddie’s ideas about your cryptic comments were harder to guess, but you knew they had to be a little more realistic. He was one for dramatic flare, but not so much for outlandish claims. Dustin and Mike laughed even though they knew of your angelic origin.

“If you know so much of these things, you should share your knowledge with group,” Eddie poked.

You rolled your eyes. “Follow me into the woods during the next full moon, you’ll learn all about ritual sacrifice.” Your words dripped sarcasm, but you could sense Jeff and Gareth’s unease. Eddie was watching you intently. “Relax you two, I’m not going to murder your precious leader. I’d much rather see Jason’s head on a stick.”

Eddie quirked his eyebrow. “Why’s that? He bothering you again?”

You shook your head. “No. It’s what he said earlier. I hate when fuckin’ jocks get under my skin, it feels like there’s a rat crawling along my skeleton.”

“About Billy?” Eddie asked. The others were shocked by his forwardness, but you simply nodded in response.

“And we’re the ones labeled as the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game, but–”

He smacked his hand on the table before stepping on the surface. “as long as you're into band or science……or parties or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets…”

“You want something, Freak?” Jason quipped.

You rolled your eyes at their interaction before turning your attention back to your food. Jason shouldn’t even be on your mind anymore– he stopped harassing you (mostly). You were just so mad at yourself for taking his comment about Billy and Hopper to heart. You had a hard time accepting that their deaths were still weighing on you without Jason twisting them into some sort of sick inspirational quote. “It's forced conforming. That's what's……killing the kids!” Eddie was shouting for the whole cafeteria to hear. It didn’t usually bother you when he pulled stunts like this, but today just wasn’t the day and you weren’t in the mood. “That's the real monster,” he said as he hopped of the table.

Dustin and Mike took this moment to introject, but you weren’t really listening to the conversation. Your eyes were too busy trying to burn holes into the back of Jason’s head.

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You were planning to leave Jason alone, you really were. You were going to just do your best to move on from the whole pep rally situation. You were on your way out to the car when he stopped you. He grabbed your shoulder while you tried to brush past him. “Hey, Y/n. What’s the rush?”

You justled your arm enough that he let go and he was lucky that you didn’t kill him right then. “I’m trying to make a quick run to my car before my next class starts. What do you want, Carver?”

“Are we really back to just calling each other by our last names now? Come on, Y/n, you might try to avoid me, but deep down you love the attention I give you. You’re still a needed whore, even without Hargrove around. That’s why you’ve got Harrington doding on you and Munson following you around like a lost fucking puppy, right?”

“The fuck ?” You replied off the cuff. “What has gotten into you today?”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“You just seem to have the most fucking audacity today. If you want to keep your teeth attached to your skull, you’ll leave me the fuck alone and keep Billy’s name out of your fucking mouth. Using his death to push your own agenda and calling me a whore in the same day is grounds for getting your tongue cut out,” you spat.

He scoffed. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, talking to me like that, Winchester.”

You copied his stance, crossing your arms over your chest. “You have a lot of nerve talking about Billy at all, Carver.”

Jason made a ‘tsk’ sound with his tongue hitting the back of his teeth. “That rat bastard was a shitty person at best, he deserved his death sentence.”

It was only a second before your fist connected with Jason’s jaw. Every once of angelic grace you had went into that punch. The next few minutes were entirely blurry. Jason attempted to fight back, but it was a fruitless effort; he landed a few hits on you at most. Eddie and Max came from somewhere nearby– you weren’t sure where. Max smacked Jason with her skateboard and Eddie pulled you away from the scene

Your body ached in a way that it hadn’t ever before. Your muscles felt like they were cramping up and your powers were making your fingertips feel fuzzy. You were out by the Camaro with Eddie, just trying to calm down. You didn’t mean to go as far as you did, but this was one of the rare times where your powers got the best of you. A few of the teachers and the guidance counselor had attempted an intervention between you and Jason, but you refused to hear them. The principal let you go with a warning after you explained what Jason had said, despite Jason’s complaints about the damage to his face. He, being a favorite among staff, also got away with just a warning. Eddie just held your wrists lightly and helped you regulate your breathing. You knew your nose was bloodied and the skin around your eye was bruised, but you didn’t care– you knew it would clear up quickly anyway.

Dustin peaked his head around the corner of a nearby car. You had no idea how long he had been there. “I know this is probably a bad time, but I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner,” he said as he walked over to you, Eddie, and the Camaro.

“Think of what, Henderson?” Eddie asked.

“Can you Sub for Lucas, Y/n? You’re going to be there anyway.”

You were always at the Hellfire Club meetings, but you were not playing in “The Cult of Vecna” Campaign. You were using club time to work on your own short campaign that you were going to co-DM with Eddie on. It was your pride and joy. It would be the last campaign that everyone was together for. “In theory yes, in practice, I don’t know. I feel a bit like shit at the current moment.”

Eddie huffed. “Keep looking for a Sub, Henderson.”

Dustin huffed and it made Eddie smirk. You smiled. “Thanks, Eddie.”

“Always, Winchester, always. ”

| < ♥️ > |

You found yourself asleep in the game room. You loved the campaign you were working on, but you were exhausted from your day. You needed to rest, but it wasn’t exactly a peaceful nap. Your relaxation was periodically interrupted by visions of Billy and the Upside Down. You tossed and turned a few times in response– once you even rolled off your bench/makeshift bed. This amount of sleep disturbance felt wrong. It was almost too real for you to handle. You felt Billy’s spirit just barely outside of your reach. After five or six times of waking up front this sleep, you gave up. You groaned and rubbed your hands across your under eyes. “How you doing, Winchester?” Eddie asked.

It wasn’t quite time for the club to start so it was just you, him, and Gareth in the room. You huffed. “Still like shit, honestly.”

“Valid,” Gareth replied. “What you did today, that was some real cool shit.”

“Oh yeah?” You joked.

“Yeah! Taking on big bully Jason, all by yourself? Some tough shit, Winchester,” He answered.

You stood up, stretched your back, and chuckled. “Thanks, man.” You let out of deep sigh. “I think I’m going to go home, if that’s alright with you, Eddie.”

He nodded, “of course, but don’t hesitate to come by if you need anything.”

“I will,” you answered. You waved to them both after you gathered your things. Your walk to the Camaro wasn’t long. It was still parked outside in the school’s connected parking lot. You smiled at the sight of it; it was still one of the biggest joys in life. You set your hand on the driver side door handle. Your hand buzzed with Billy’s soul electricity. It felt even stronger than it did earlier in the day. It made you curious, but you didn’t think about it too much as you slid yourself into the driver’s seat. The car roared to life with the twist of its keys and your brain flashed images of Billy once again. And again, it was moments that you hadn’t seen before. Billy sat on the porch of a house, dilapidated and old, cleaning a hunting rifle, shooting a monster, and then sitting back down. You shuttered as your vision returned to viewing the Hawkins High School parking lot. You huffed, feeling worn out and a little out of breath. “What the fuck is going on?”

| < ♥️ > |

You found some relief when you saw Steve. You turned the Camaro off and dropped the keys into your pocket. Steve was standing in the doorway of the front of the house. The smile on his face was soft and made his features appear to be glowing. You found yourself running to him and pulling him close as quickly as you could. He hugged you back, but you could tell by the tension in his body that he was confused. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked.

You took a deep breath in before speaking. The air smelled like firewood and Steve’s cologne. “It’s Billy,” you answered. “I know it sounds like I’m going batshit crazy, but I swear I’m feeling his energy bouncing around everywhere I go today. It’s so strong it feels like he’s alive again.” Your words were muffled by the fabric of Steve’s shirt.

“Do you know what could be causing it?” Steve questioned. His voice was quiet, almost hushed.

You shook your head lightly. “The only explanation I can think of that would explain what I’ve been experiencing is that Billy is alive in the Upside Down, but I know that that’s nearly impossible. I don’t know what’s happening, Steve. I’m scared.”

Steve’s grip on you became a little tighter. “It’s okay, Y/n. We’ll figure out whatever is going on together, I promise.”

| < ♥️ > |

You were horrified by the fact that you all were in the Upside Down. It was bad enough the last time you were near the place, let alone in it. You were stressed beyond belief; you couldn’t protect everyone if you were all in it together. There were too many people and too many ways that things could go wrong.

Eddie smiled softly at you in the darkness. “We’re going to be okay. We’ve got this.”

You smiled back. “I’m glad you have confidence in us.”

| < ♥️ > |

While Eddie was playing his guitar, you saw a shadowy figure in the distance. The figure was far too small to be Vecna, but that didn’t put you at ease by any means. You were attempting to remain focused on the fight in front of you, but something about this figure was throwing you off. Your fingertips were buzzing with familiar soul electricity and you were losing your concentration by the second. The figure sharply turned toward your demobat fight and started barreling toward you. Your feet stayed locked in place, for a reason unknown to you at the time, you felt safe with the figure approaching, not frightened. As it came closer, you realized why you felt so at home with it. It was Billy– he had his hunting rifle out in front of him and was helping to pick off some of the smaller creatures in your fight. “Steve!” You called.

Your boyfriend looked toward you for just a second before running your way. “What’s happening?”

“Look off in the distance, it’s Billy! It’s really fucking Billy!”

“Holy shit!” He replied. Billy had the gun in his hands that he had been cleaning in your visions. He was using it to pick off demobats one at a time. Steve was watching your reaction closely. “Go get him, I’ll stay with Eddie and the kids.”

“Are you sure?” You responded without thinking.

He nodded. “We aren’t leaving here without him, not again.”

You kissed his cheek quickly, “Thank you. Keep the kids safe.”

“Can do. I’m a kickass babysitter.”

You smiled at him before turning your attention back to Billy’s figure. He hadn’t seen you or the kids yet, he was too focused on the monsters in his path. You used your powers to cut your way through the monsters between you. In that moment, nothing else mattered to you, your boy was back and nothing would stop you from rescuing him. As you got closer, you called out, “Billy! Billy, I can’t believe we found you in here!”

He whipped around at the sound of your voice. It’s cliche, but the sound of your voice was like music to his ears after being alone in the Upside Down for so long. “Y/n?” He said as he shot the last demobat in his reach. “Is that really you?”

You approached him slowly and nodded. “Yes, love, it’s me. I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I am to see you.”

“Look out!” He shouted. He aimed the gun just over your shoulder and shot a demobat that had snuck up on you. It managed to injure your shoulder a bit, but Billy’s perfect aim saved you from serious harm.

“Son of a bitch. That hurts like a motherfucker,” you cursed as you held your arm tightly to your body. Billy’s eyes scanned around for any more danger before closing the gap between you. He pulled you into his chest roughly and continued picking off the incoming demobats with his gun. You were incredibly impressed– he had near-perfect aim with every shot that left his weapon. “You have to pay more attention to your surroundings, Doll,” Billy scolded playfully. There was a small hint of fear in his words, even though he tried to play it off. “We need to get to shelter. We’re screwed if we stay out in the open like this.”

You shook your head. “We can’t leave the others!”

“The others? Who else is in this hellscape?”

“Everyone. Steve, Dustin, Robin, Max, and so on–”

“We need a quick exit so we can get your wound looked at. We can catch back up with the others. I can’t let anything else happen to you. I’m pissed that you even got this wound under my watch.” He huffed in annoyance. Somehow he was exactly the same as the last time you saw him, but much more vigilant simultaneously. “What the fuck?” Billy said.

You followed his eyeline to a door that had appeared in the middle of the mess of the battle. It was closest to you and the farthest from Eddie, who was looking much more worse for ware than the last time you had checked on him. Steve and the kids all appeared exhausted. Something about the door was vaguely familiar so you pulled away from Billy, grabbed his hand, and started running toward it. You called out to Steve and told him to retreat as you pulled on the doorknob. A swarm of demobats tried to follow you, but you slammed the door shut before any of them could reach you.

You and Billy were just a pile of limbs on the floor of a hallway. You both were panting and covered in dirt. The only sounds you could hear were the noises of your ragged breath. You looked at Billy and cupped his face in your hands. His hand wrapped itself around your wrist. As you sat there, everything hit you and you felt your eyes welling up with tears. “I am so happy to see you.”

“I’m happy to see you too, Doll. I never thought I would make it out of there alive. I don’t even know how I got there. I remember being pierced in the stomach by the Mind Flayer and next thing I knew I was in that fuckin’ place. The only thing that kept me going all that time was the hope of getting to see you again.” He ran his thumb over the skin of your wrist. “I can’t even being to explain the joy I felt when I saw you again.” His voice was soft and quiet. There was no one else around, but you could tell he really wanted to keep his words between the two of you.

You were about to reply to him when you heard the sound of a gun’s safety being clicked off. Billy instantly shuffled you so you were behind him and farther away from the gun. A surge of joy filled your chest when you looked up and saw Sam, Dean, and Cas standing a little ways away down the hall. The familiarity of the door was because it was a doorway into the bunker– the memory was just foggy because it had been almost 2 years since the last time you set foot in it. “I don’t know what kind of monsters you are to have been able to slip past the bunker’s wards, but pretending to be my kid is really low,” Dean said. He was the one holding the gun.

Hearing his voice made your heart soar, even though he was threatening your life. “Dean– Dean it’s me! It’s really me! I’m no more monstrous than usual. I promise! Test me, I can prove it to you!” You scrambled to your feet, a cloud of dirt kicked up around you as you did so. You moved your clothes away from your injured shoulder, showing off the rapidly healing wound. You were mostly human with a bit of angelic magic– just as you always had been. Dean lowered the gun. “Kid? How did you get back? Who’s the douchebag with you?”

You didn’t answer any of his questions, you just ran straight at him and took him into a tight hug. “I never thought I would see you again. I’ve missed you all so much.”

Dean hugged you back pensively. “It’s only been a few weeks. I’m sure you’ve managed alright without us. Cas said he left you somewhere pretty safe.”

You pulled back. “A few weeks?”

He nodded. “Yeah?”

“Try a few years, Dean. I’ve been gone for a few years .”

“What? How is that possible?” He asked.

Cas let out a long sigh. “I was afraid this might happen. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“What are you talking about? What happened, Cas?” Dean questioned.

“I dropped Y/n in another time period to keep them safe, but as I feared, it’s been longer for them than it has for us. It happens sometimes with time travel– things get mixed up. I’m just glad you’re mostly in one piece,” Cas replied. “Let me see your shoulder. I’ll heal it up for you.”

Dean looked furious, but he let you go so Cas could tend to your wound. “I’m Billy by the way. You must be Dean, Sam, and Cas. I’ve heard a lot of stories about you three. It’s good to finally meet you,” Billy said as he stuck out his hand for Dean to shake. Dean took it cautiously. You saw him eyeing you– you knew you were going to have some explaining to do at a later time.

Dean shook Billy’s hand. “Good to meet you, Billy. Thank you for looking after Y/n. I saw you put yourself in the line of fire instead of them. That’s bold.”

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

| < ♥️ > |

You didn’t care that Dean, Cas, and Sam were watching you; when you saw Steve again you ran into his arms. You nearly knocked him over with the sheer force of your hug. He chuckled deeply and wrapped his arms around you equally as tight. “I’m so happy you’re alright, Darlin’. When you didn’t come out with us I was afraid we would never be able to get you back.”

You explained to Sam, Dean, Billy, and Cas that Steve was also your boyfriend and the whole situation of Billy in the Upside Down. You didn’t care about any weird looks you all got, you were thrilled when Billy joined you and Steve’s hug. “I love you both so much, I’m so glad we’re all here.”

| < ♥️ > |

As you watched Hawkins burn, you knew the fight was far from over. However, you looked over your shoulder at your team and your heart grew warm. Not only did you have your slew of chosen family members from Hawkins on your side– you also had Dean, Sam, and Castiel right there with you. The fire roaring was terrifying, but Steve had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and Billy had his arm around your waist. Eddie was holding Steve’s free hand and you could feel him gently leaning against you. Dean ruffled your hair and Cas moved a little closer to you. Somewhere, deep in your soul, you knew everything was going to be okay.

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praeteritus-memories · 7 months

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🧡 💌 💕💔😴😶🧼😃😡🥣☕ 🎡✂️🚬👗 💉 (for kakyoin)

Under read more because it's a lot!!!

(Kakyoin has never made any friends in his entire life. Now he has tried when he was a kid, but the minute he tried to bring up his stand in a conversation is when he got weird looks and kids ignoring him so he figured trying to make friends was pointless if they couldn't see or understand his stand. Although he was close with his cousin, Ryoko, even he kept major secrets from her.)

(Despite never going on a date before, Kakyoin is easily an amazing boyfriend! He loves making lunches for his partner and is very physically affectionate. Being so touch-starved for affection from others, he has a hard time not wanting to hold hands or embrace his partner!)

(Even though he loves the idea of having a partner someday, Kakyoin is not very optimistic that he'll find love because of how long it took him just to have friends.)

(Kakyoin has grown up believing he is the only stand user ever in his family but the truth is that his grandfather was a stand user as well, he just kept it hidden even into his death where Kakyoin would never know that he wasn't alone in his family.)

(Kakyoin actually struggled to sleep a lot after Death 13. Even in the hospital from surviving Dio's attack, nurses had a hard time convincing or even getting him to sleep because he was still scared he'd dream of that stupid baby coming back round 2. By the time of part 4 though, he can actually sleep relatively peacefully!)

(He's never going to tell his cousin or his parents about what happened in Egypt. All he's ever told them is that he got into an accident after he left the hotel and found himself injured for months in a hospital. Sometimes his mother still asks how the fuck did he end up with a large punch-like hole in his stomach, but he makes some vague allusion to a car accident or construction accident.)

(Kakyoin is a VERY neat person so trust me when I say he's extremely on-top of his hygiene! He has an entire skin care routine in the morning and pretty expensive brands of shampoo and conditioner for his hair to remain nice and healthy.)

(He's such a nerd by Kakyoin's happiest hobby is just organizing and cleaning up! He loves making sure everything is neatly put together and of course, he loves using his label maker.)

(For half the trip, Polnareff really pissed off Kakyoin. This was mainly because the two of them are polar opposites, and sharing a room with him sometimes on their travels was absolute hell when the Frenchman was so messy while Kakyoin liked everything neat and folded. Obviously they learned to get along later, but let's just say that punch when Avdol 'died' wasn't just to get him to snap out of it.)

(He's actually a really good cook! Since he had no friends, Kakyoin spent a lot of time with his mother so she taught him how to cook.)

(Kakyoin really likes coffee actually! He just hates it plain so he'll usually load it with cream and sugar but he LOVES having a nice latte with a cherry pie~)

(His mother was a painter before he was born, retiring to be a stay at home mom, so Kakyoin learned to paint from her as it was still her hobby when he was away at school. He still likes painting and drawing, he just doesn't do it very often because he has a lot of other hobbies, but on the occasion he paints they're actually very abstract and Picaso-esque.)

(He gets his red hair from his dad but his curls from his mom. He did teach his cousin, Ryoko, how to do his curl style though because they were close when they were little.)

(Already answered the bad habit one!)

(Kakyoin dresses pretty simple actually. He wears a lot of button-up shirts, polos and sweaters! For him, it's anything casual and comfortable.)

(He may have recovered pretty well after the events of part 3 despite being in the hospital for a year, by that I mean that he had to have an experimental stomach and intestinal transplant by the Speedwagon Foundation, they weren't able to completely help his spine. Although he was young so his body was able to handle the partial artificial spine the Foundation put in place, it's not the same kind of technology as something like Joseph's arm so over time it would wear down.

Over the course of each Jojo part, Kakyoin develops severe mobility issues. By part 4, he usually walks with a cane or leg braces to keep himself upright or else he risks his legs giving out at random intervals and by part 6? He's completely confined to a wheelchair as the artificial spinal chord will completely fail by then. Now the foundation has tried to continue developing a better artificial spine for Kakyoin, but the surgery for it would still be a massive risk that could cause further damage or even leave him with even more issues.)

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wendydarlingdoesgrowup-blog · 11 months

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it was always ending

As girls we always saw the end of a relationship as loud. It was angry and violent, from Rachel and Ross to Chuck and Blair, the end of a relationship came as quickly as it went. Screaming, crying, lies, a relationship ending was scandal. It was rage in the male gaze. It was glass against the wall, lighters in hand, and a house up in flames.

My first breakup was like this. Messy and unexpected. It was the end of my first beginning. The end of handholding and kisses on Ferris wheels. Secret handshakes and jokes from our friends. He was The First I was devastated for about two minutes before I realized I loved to play the scorned woman. I loved the drama—it was all too easy to live up to my favorite feminine heroes. I spent hours typing messages, stirring the pot, spreading truths and lies. Sometimes I still see the appeal. It’s a lie to say you don’t too, Dear Reader. The thing about a first breakup isn’t that they were the love of your life, but the love of your childhood. Rule number 1: just because you make it fun, doesn’t mean it hurts any less.

Rule number 2: breakup isn’t heartbreak. He was The Senior. He had a car with white leather and a back seat like no other. He liked when I wore my hair in braids and asked for help on my math homework. I think he liked that I was young. He once said I reminded him of Wendy, it’s funny how someone older than me will be my Peter Pan. He liked that I was a wall flower, shy and innocent. But he forgot about the fire that burns deep in my soul. The intensity of my stare and the wit dripping from my tongue was a sign I was leaving Neverland.

Rule number 3: Feeling nothing is worse than feeling everything. When you’ve been hurt so many times over the only thing you feel is relief to be alone. I lived in gilded cages with warped walls for so long I became my worst nightmare. My first hookup said I reminded him of an angel, I smiled, because he hadn’t realized I had fallen yet. He was The Worst. As it turns out, people soon realize what you really are. Later, he told me if God is a woman, I must be the devil. He was The Wakeup Call. At the time I was offended. I had always been the good girl and here I was, half naked in some frat house bathroom, being called the devil. Then, with time, I grew to like it. Angels get their wings ripped off anyway, and I’d rather be someone’s worst nightmare than a daydream.

Rule number 4: no more rules. Congratulations! You made it through the rebounds. Your friends are sad because you don’t like to go out, but the truth is you’re tired of pretending to care. Not just about boys, but about life. When I finally woke up from the fever dream the was October of 2023, I couldn’t feel a thing. The rules say you can’t day drink, and the rules say you shouldn’t fuck him. The rules say you’ve messed it all up. The rules say you shouldn’t call The Senior. I can tell you now Dear Reader, just because you don’t feel now, doesn’t mean you won’t one day. When that one day happens to be the moment you realize you haven’t talked to your mom since last month, you’ll understand what I mean.

Not feeling is the feminine gaze. I am angry. I am filled with rage and hate. And I am numb. I wish it would stay this way. Feeling is so much worse, Dear Reader, because we must realize that we were taught wrong. Breakups can be loud, but they can be the quiet asphyxiation of your soul.

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Not What I Expected Ch 1

It's Autumn in 1985 and Eddie is being harassed because he sold weed to the wrong girl. Steve is still trying to get over Nancy and might have found the one person that can help him achieve that goal. Meanwhile, Robin has some secret romantic intentions of her own.

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“I saw that.” Robin said louder than she probably meant to given she was trying to keep the conversation between the two of them.

“Saw what?” Steve asked, his eyebrows knitting together.

“You, checking out Eddie Munson’s ass.” She grinned.

He looked at her dumbstruck and wide eyed like he couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. But of course, he could believe them because he definitely was checking out Eddie’s ass, though he didn’t mean to be so obvious about it.

“I absolutely was not.” He insisted. Just a week ago Steve was still mooning over his first love, Nancy and trying to forget her with any pretty girl that looked his way. It was about two months ago that Steve had first seen Eddie. Really seen Eddie. Of course, he knew he was before then. They went to school together and for a while they were in the same grade, until Steve graduated, and Eddie didn’t. All he’d seen him as back then was the weird kid who played D&D, had a band that played weird music, and sold pot to basically everyone on campus. Then again, he hadn’t paid that much attention to him before. Everything he knew were things that he’d heard from others and in rumors.

Then, two months prior, Eddie had meandered into the Family Video on a Friday night (one of their busiest nights of the week) presumably looking for a movie to watch. Steve did a double take when he saw him walk in and greeted him halfheartedly. He looked basically the same, but also different. His hair was slightly longer, and Steve couldn’t help thinking it suited him. Had he always looked like this? Steve spent his last year of high school so in love with Nancy he’d barely even noticed anyone else existed.

He didn’t return Steve’s greeting or even acknowledge him at all. Probably for the best that he didn’t notice Steve watching him walk through the aisles, running his finger over the covers of VHS boxes. In the end he left without a movie, but he did sneakily exchange something with another guy in one of the back aisles. No one would have noticed if Steve hadn’t been watching him so closely.

When Eddie did leave, Steve snapped out of the trance he’d been in and convinced himself he’d only been watching him because he didn’t trust him. He was a criminal, everyone knew that. He just had to make sure he didn’t steal anything. That’s all.

The next time he saw him was when picking up Dustin from school. They were talking, Dustin turned away from Steve so that he could see Eddie’s face. He was smiling. Before Steve could even process what he was feeling he mumbled out “pretty”, glad that he was alone in the car. He rolled down the window and called out, “Henderson, let’s go, I’ve got a date!” and both boys turned to look at him. Dustin put up a finger for one minute and seemed to say goodbye to Eddie, but Eddie’s eyes were locked on Steve’s. His smile was gone. He almost looked annoyed at being interrupted or maybe just annoyed at his presence. Steve ripped his eyes away as Dustin approached the car.

“What was that about?” Steve asked, pulling away from the curb and leaving Eddie behind.

��What? Me and Eddie? He runs the D&D club in school. The guys and I joined a few weeks ago. He’s pretty cool.” Dustin was still smiling.

“Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson? Cool? Not cooler than me.” Steve half joked.

“He’s not a freak. People just don’t get him.”

“And you do?”

Dustin was quiet for a moment, his smile gone and his eyes a little sad. “More like…he gets me. He’s my friend and I like hanging out with him. We all do.”

Steve made a sound along the lines of “hmph”, but he wasn’t sure exactly what he was hoping to convey through that, so Dustin spoke again. “Don’t be jealous just because I have another older friend, I think is cool. It’s not like I stopped thinking you’re cool. You two are just…different.”

“Hey, I’m not jealous. I’ve just heard things about him. Bad things. So, be careful, ok?”

“They’re just rumors.” Dustin all but pouted.

“Ok?” Steve repeated more sternly.

“Yea, yea. I’ll be careful.”

The notion of Steve being jealous of someone like Eddie Munson was ludicrous. Dustin and the other kids could be friends with whoever they wanted as long as they were good people. If everything Steve had heard was true, Eddie didn’t meet the criteria.

After that it seemed like Steve couldn’t get away from him. Almost everywhere he went, Eddie was there. He was there when he picked the kids up from school, he was there at his job every few days with a different customer of his thinking no one noticed, and he was there at the movies when he took Regina Mackey out on a date. Steve was never sure what days he’d show up at Family Video and he tried to ignore the thrill that went through him when he’d come through that door. Any time a customer came in, Steve’s eyes darted to the door to see who it was. Which was just a part of his job and didn’t mean a thing.

When it was Eddie that came through those doors, Steve could feel his heart leap and his stomach flip. It was just because he was cautious of him, he told himself. It wasn’t anything else. And then Robin began to notice. “Your boyfriend not coming in today?” She’d joke. Steve tried to ignore it and play it off like he didn’t know what she was talking about, but Robin was pretty versed in all things gay. Which is how she noticed the ass staring.

“You totally were!” She practically shrieked, earning stares from all the patrons, including Eddie.

“Will you be quiet?” He said in a harsh but lower register. “I’m just watching to make sure he doesn’t steal anything.”

“Mmhmm, sure you were Steve.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Why would I, a completely straight dude, be checking out the ass of another completely straight dude?”

“Why don’t you tell me oh king of the straights?”

The two were so lost in their bickering they didn’t even notice Eddie approaching with a tape in his hand until he set it down on the counter. The two looked up at him in unison, Steve’s stomach dropping out of his stomach wondering how much he’d heard and Robin enjoying this far too much.

“Why hello there good sir, I take it you’d like to check out this video today?” She said, trying too hard to appear normal.

“Uh, yes I would my dear lady.” He grinned awkwardly.

“As you wish.” She did something between a curtsey and a bow and took the VHS from the counter.

While she checked him out, Steve tried not to stare, but no matter how he tried to ignore it he could feel Eddie staring at him. He chanced a glance at him, and noticed that he wasn’t actually staring, it was just his imagination, and Steve felt…sad about it. Eddie paid Robin and she handed him the tape and his receipt and as he backed away, he bowed. “May the rest of your night be filled with wonder my lady.” He joked before standing tall, turning on his heel and leaving.

Robin smiled up at Steve. “I like him.” She then leaned in close and whispered so only he could hear. “And it’s ok if you like him too.”

Steve thought about what Robin implied for the next several days. What did she mean that it was ok for Steve to like him? Because he was friends with Dustin? Was she saying it was ok for him to like him as a friend? Or did she mean…

Steve shut that thought down before it could even fully form. He was the straightest person in Hawkins, there was no way he had feelings for some guy he used to go to school with. Steve could admit that he was ok to look at but in a totally platonic way. He probably had the weird girls fawning all over him. They could chat about all the girls they get and be each other’s wing man. That was all there was to it. But then why did he feel so sick to his stomach just thinking about him?

A few weeks later when Steve was giving Dustin a ride home again, he was even more confused than he had been before. Eddie still occasionally came into Family Video, wandering the aisles, selling drugs without anyone noticing but Steve. They didn’t talk, though Eddie did greet Robin every so often. He hadn’t checked out another video after the first, though he did return the first through the slot outside.

It was dark, late autumn causing the sun to set so early it felt like midnight, when Steve pulled up to the school. Dustin had had a meeting with the D&D club and Steve was taking him for pizza because his mom worked late. The more time Steve spent with him the more he wished he’d had a little brother, though Dustin was a great substitute.

Steve could see him jogging toward the car, heavy backpack in tow and his club t-shirt a white beacon in the dark.

“Ok don’t be mad.” Dustin started as soon as he opened the car door.

“Why would I be mad?” Steve asked skeptically.

“Just hear me out.”

“Why would I be mad Dustin?” He asked a little more forcefully.

“So, my friend needs a ride home. His van broke down.”

“Ok, and why would that make me mad other than carting around another child like a soccer mom?”

“It’s Eddie.”

The words sliced through Steve in a way he didn’t quite understand. Excitement? Dread? Nervousness? Being in the same room as Eddie was one thing, even having the counter at Family Video separating them was fine. But Eddie being in his car was…intimate.

“Steve?” Dustin called, making him aware he’d just been staring at him.

“He doesn’t have any other friend that could give him a ride?”

“No.”

Steve sighed more dramatically than was necessary for the situation. “Alright, fine.”

Dustin beamed and turned back over his shoulder. “Eddie! He said it’s ok!”

Steve looked past him into the darkness of the school campus and vaguely saw Eddie, blending into the shadows. He put out his cigarette on the sole of his boot before flicking the butt into the night. Steve’s stomach clenched with nerves when he saw his face. Why had he agreed to this?

Dustin climbed into the passenger’s seat while Eddie slid into the back. He perched on the edge of the middle seat and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the backs of the front seats.

“Thanks.” Eddie nodded at Steve in the rearview mirror. Steve could feel his breath on the side of his face.

“I’m doing this as a favor for Dustin.” Why did he feel the need to be so cold?

Eddie sat back in his seat as Steve pulled away. “Never thought I’d be in the car of Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington.” Eddie grinned.

“Yea well I never thought I’d be giving a ride to Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.” Steve deadpanned.

“Ok guys, let’s play nice.” Dustin joked, sensing the unnecessary tension.

“Kind of funny how we both have titles, huh?” Eddie asked. “The Freak and The Hair. We could be a crime fighting duo.” He did some mock “karate” moves with his hands.

Dustin laughed at that, and Steve repressed a smile. “And what would my powers be with a name like that?” He tried to sound offended, but it came out more amused.

“Something like Rapunzel, I think. Grow your hair as long as you need in an instant. Use it instead of a grappling hook, that kind of thing.” Eddie chuckled.

“Or maybe like, your hair is hard as a rock so you can use it for protection. Like Captain America’s shield.” Dustin chimed in.

“I’m stuck in the car with a bunch of nerds.” Steve said under his breath, though they definitely still heard him. “Ok, and what power does The Freak have? The power to freak people out?”

“Something like that.” Eddie nodded, his smile basically gone.

“Maybe like the Scarecrow? Use their darkest fears against them?” Dustin suggested.

“Isn’t that a villain though?” Steve asked.

Neither one answered and in the sudden silence Steve felt like maybe he said the wrong thing. He glanced at Dustin who looked sad, his jaw clenched. Stealing a peak in the rearview mirror he could barely see Eddie in the dark but enough to see he was frowning, looking pained. Steve’s heart practically cracked at seeing that face and he was the one who put it there.

“I mean, it would be a pretty cool power. Making bad guys see their worst fears since they terrorize innocence people. With that and my helmet hair, I think we’d make a good team.” He shrugged putting on his dopiest face.

Dustin turned to him and smiled. Eddie perked up a bit in the backseat as well. He wasn’t quite sure why his words had caused such a reaction from the two, but he’d have to grill Dustin about it later.

“So, what’s the deal with Munson?” Steve asked. He and Dustin had picked an isolated back corner booth to sit at and put in their order for pizza.

“What do you mean?” Dustin seemed unhappy that the other had been brought up at all.

“I mean, why did you two get all weird and quiet when I asked about a villain?”

“Oh.” His face fell. “There’s just some…stuff going on at school right now.”

“What stuff?”

Dustin looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear. “If I tell you, you have to swear to me that you won’t tell anyone else. Got it?”

“I swear. Won’t tell a soul.” Steve said, putting up 3 fingers in a scout’s salute.

Dustin sighed and leaned in close. “Do you remember Chrissy Cunningham?”

“Uh…cheerleader, right? Dates that asshole…Jason?”

“Yea. That’s her.” Dustin lowered his voice a bit more causing Steve to have to lean into the table. “About a week ago, Chrissy was seen hanging out with Eddie. Totally innocent except for the fact that she was buying pot from him.”

“Ok. Don’t most people in that school buy from him?”

“Yea but not star student Chrissy Cunningham. Anyway, Jason found out and went ballistic. He accused Eddie of trying to corrupt Chrissy.”

“Isn’t she the one that went to him?”

“Of course. Eddie doesn’t make it a habit to talk to the girlfriends of rabid jocks.” Steve was kind of surprised by his words given that Lucas had recently become one of those “rabid jocks”.

“I don’t understand what the big deal is if she decided she wanted to try smoking, that's her business.”

“Except Jason is convinced that Eddie sought her out and was hitting on her or something. So anyway, Jason and all his cronies are out to get Eddie now. They’re convinced he’s bad for the school. They’re siting all these dumb articles that say D&D is devil worship and saying the Hellfire Club is a satanic cult. It’s so stupid.”

“Sounds stupid. I mean, have they met you guys? You’re like baby kittens. Not satanists.” They stopped speaking as a tired looking older waitress came over to deliver their pizza.

“Anyway,” Dustin began when she walked away. “That’s why Eddie might seem a little sensitive about being compared to a villain.”

Steve nodded, grabbing a slice of hot pizza off the tray between them. He didn’t really know a ton about Eddie. He knew he sold pot, and maybe other things, and that he was a nerd and kind of weird. But he didn’t think he was someone who went after or harassed girls. Especially girls in relationships.

Three days later Steve had a full car. Robin was in the passenger's seat with Dustin and Eddie in the back. Steve was beginning to feel like an unpaid chauffeur. It wouldn’t be so bad if he was actually still in high school. But Robin was his best friend, Dustin basically his brother and Eddie…well…he felt bad for him. Dustin had let him know that they thought one of Jason’s friends had messed up his van. He seemed to be an ok guy and he was important to Dustin. If he could ease some of the bullying and harassment he was going through, he would.

Dustin and Eddie slid out the back door, Eddie slapping his shoulder and thanking him for yet another ride. His skin felt warm beneath the fabric of his shirt where Eddie had touched. He watched him climb out of the car and close the door behind him.

When Steve looked back to the passenger’s seat, he saw Robin still sat there with an “I told you so” smirk.

“What?” Steve questioned, not sure he wanted to know the answer.

“Oh nothing. I just think your ‘king of the straights’ crown is slipping.” She grinned.

“Oh my god, will you let it go. That was weeks ago, and I wasn’t checking him out.”

“And you’re giving him rides to and from school because?”

“Because his van isn’t working, and Dustin asked me to.” Actually, Dustin hadn’t asked since that first night.

“And you watching him get out of the car was…what?”

“Just making sure they closed the door and didn’t slam it.”

“Uh huh.” Robin finally opened the car door, but her smirk stayed in place. “When you’re ready to talk about it I’m here. No judgment from me.” She grabbed her bag and stood, sticking her head back in through the door. “Well, some judgement.”

She closed the door before he could say anything in response. Sometimes he felt like she was determined to prove everyone was secretly gay. Except Vickie, who she’d had a crush on since the start of the year. She refused to believe she could be even a little bit into girls even with all the proof Steve had given her.

He looked out the window, scanning the people standing around before going inside the school. Dustin and Eddie were under the shade of a tree with Mike and some other guys Steve didn’t know but seemed to be friends. He couldn’t see Eddie’s face, but he was animated as he spoke, his hands flying about and the others laughing along.

Off the side about 15 feet or so away, Steve saw a flash of green. Standing in a similar huddle were some of the basketball team, matching letterman jackets causing them to blend together. They didn’t seem happy as they spoke, constantly looking over toward Eddie and his friends but seeming nervous to approach. Finally, one broke free and Steve was sure it was Jason. Slowly the others began to follow him. Steve practically dove across the passenger’s seat to roll down the window so he could hear.

He caught the tail end of what Eddie was saying. “I’m not worried. Their one skill is tossing rocks at trashcans.”

“Are you talking about us freak?” Jason asked, his tone aggressive.

Eddie turned and Steve could now see his face. He was smiling as bright as the sun. The word “cute” glossed Steve’s brain before he could stop it and his cheeks colored pink.

“Talking about you? Oh no, I was talking about the slimy, rank smelly goblins in our devil worshiping game.” The others laughed and Jason didn’t seem happy about that.

“They should just kick you out already. You’re an eyesore on this institution.”

Eddie’s smile grew. “Institution? Are you sure you’re not just jealous that your girl came to me and not you?”

“Shut your mouth.”

“I keep telling you, she just needed a little something to help her sleep at night. I can understand why you’d be worried. I mean, look at me. Right?” He turned to his friends when he said this, and they hooted and hollered to hype him up.

Jason surged forward and grabbed the front of Eddie’s shirt in his fist, pulling him forward until they were nose to nose.

“If you wanted to kiss me you could have just asked.” Eddie joked even in this position.

Jason made a fist, drawing it back as if he was going to punch him in the gut. Smart, hit him in a place no teacher would see. Right as he seemed to be ready to throw the punch, the bell rang. Normally that shouldn’t matter but for supposed “do-gooder” and model student Jason Carver, tardiness was not an option. Though Steve had to wonder if he wasn’t secretly afraid to get into a fight with Eddie. Instead, he leaned in close again and said where Steve couldn’t hear, “Stay away from Chrissy or next time I won’t hesitate.”

He shoved Eddie away, causing him to stumble back a few steps. “Hey, Jason.” Eddie called as they began to walk away. He turned to look over his shoulder in time to see Eddie blowing him a kiss with his middle finger high in the air.

#Stranger Things #Steddie #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Ro writes

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