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Knight In Shining Denim
Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary: When your little brother Dustin asks for a favor, you hadn't expected this. Helping your crush Eddie Munson hide from the authorities. Unable to say no, you help Hawkins' local freak stay out of trouble. Little did you know the two of you would get along so well. 
Warnings: Flirtatious Eddie, just fluff. 
A/N: Look, Eddie is not normally my type but I just love him so much. Since me and my gf just got done with Stranger Things I had to pay tribute to my favorite character. 
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You knew that this was going to be your year. Life in Hawkins had been bizarre for a while now. It wasn’t until last year that Dustin and his friends finally told you about what was going on. It had taken a great deal of convincing but eventually you accepted the reality that there were monsters in your sleepy little town. You had been there the night of the “mall fire” but you knew that’s not what it really was. What it really was was something you couldn’t put into words. All you knew is that you had helped save the world. As great a sensation as that was, you were ready for your life to get back on track. And everything was going extremely well. You were getting ready to go away to college, you were going to be moving out of your parent’s house, you had a good group of friends. Everything was shaping up to be a totally normal year for the first time in a long time. The only thing standing in your way was Eddie Munson. 
Ever since your little brother Dustin had joined the Hellfire Club you had been unable to escape the man. Your crush on Eddie had persisted for near on a year now. No matter what you did, you couldn’t rid yourself of your feelings for him. The problem was that he didn’t know you even existed. You hadn’t quite gathered up the courage to ask him out yet. Not to mention a relationship with Eddie Munson probably wouldn’t end the way you wanted it to. It was best to just stay away from him. However, that didn’t stop your crush.
Despite the one hiccup, your year had been smooth sailing. That was until there was a knock on your door one fateful Saturday. You’d made plans that day with a few of your friends. Little did you know you wouldn’t be able to follow through. Dragging yourself out of your desk chair, you opened your bedroom door. Immediately you knew something was amiss when you saw who was standing on the other side. It was Dustin, Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Max all blinking up at you with fake smiles. Something was definitely wrong. 
“What is this, Dusty?” You started warily. 
“May we come in?” 
“Are you gonna go away if I say no?” 
“No.” You heaved a sigh. 
“Come in then.” The group shuffled into your bedroom, all standing and sitting in various positions yet all turning to face you. 
“So,” Dustin began. “You remember all that crazy stuff that happened last year. You know that all of it is real. I am asking you now to remember those things you saw and hold onto that belief.” 
“Okay...” You drew out the word cautiously. 
“There’s another monster. Like the one in the mall. His name is Vecna. He curses people’s minds. Prays on their trauma and fear until there is nothing left of them. Real nasty son of a bitch. We have a chance to stop him but in order to do that, we need your help.” As much as you knew you should probably disregard everything he said, something in you knew to believe him almost immediately.
“Okay.” You said again, less reserved now. 
“Problem is we’ve got another little issue on our hands and we don’t have enough people to take care of it. We’ve got to save Max which means we need you to help solve our other issue. Is that something you can do?” Dustin asked you optimistically. 
“It depends on the favor.” Dustin looked around at the others and sighed before readjusting in his seat just slightly. 
“Look, you know how Chrissy and Fred mysteriously died? Well the police have a suspect in mind but we know it’s not this person. It’s really Vecna. So we need someone to help protect this person from the authorities until we can prove his innocence.” Something told you that Dustin was hiding some bigger truth from you.
“Who is it Dusty?” He took one last breath. 
“It’s Eddie.” A blush immediately crept onto your cheeks. 
“What? I can’t do that!” You blurt out, bringing a hand to your cheek to try and hide the deep red color. 
“Come on Y/N! You have to! I know it won’t be easy,” This he whispered to you, knowing the truth about your crush on Eddie. You had told him in an attempt to strengthen your sibling trust. “But you’ve got to! We really need you.” 
“Why me?”
“You’re the only one we can trust.” You stopped a moment. 
“You said that you all had to save Max. If I don’t do this what’s gonna happen to her?” They all exchanged uneasy glances at each other, avoiding Max’s eyes. Max seemed angry before she piped up.
“I’ll die. Just like Chrissy and Fred.” This stopped you in your tracks. 
“Oh God Max. I had no idea. I’m really sorry.” You searched her eyes but she avoided your gaze, the room now tense and quiet. “Of course I’ll do it. If this will help save Max then of course I’ll do it.” 
“Thank you!” Dustin blurted out, jumping out of his chair. The others all stood as well, crowding around to offer their thanks. Once Max had walked close enough to you, you put an arm on her shoulder. She offered you an uneasy smile in return before looking away again. 
“You owe me though Dusty. Big time.” You thought for a moment. “I want tv privileges for one, no, two months.” 
“Two months! But the new season of--” Before he could finish his thought Steve elbowed him in the side. 
“Yeah okay. Two months. It’s a deal.” He said dejectedly before shaking your hand. You nodded, smiling down at him.   
“Alright then. Take me to him.” 
“One thing I should tell you. Eddie is kind of sort of freaking out. He was the one that saw Chrissy die. He’s pretty spooked over it.”
“Okay. Thanks for telling me.” Was all you said and with that, they led the way out to the cars in the driveway. Nancy pulled out and you followed her for what felt like forever until you were pulling up in front of a one story house that seemed well enough put together. The other car full of people got out and you did the same. Dustin gestured to the back of the house and you followed him to a large shed which was out of sight. As you maneuvered through the grass you tried to stop your mind from wandering. You were going to be alone with Eddie for who knew how long until they’d finished their mission. Alone. With Eddie. You needed to snap out of it. Shaking yourself back to reality you arrived at the door of the shed. 
Dustin didn’t knock. He simply opened the door. When you stepped inside you saw a flash of movement towards the back corner. Once your eyes had adjusted to the dimly lit room you realized that it was Eddie who had flung himself to safety. “Eddie it’s us!” Dustin said loudly, throwing his arms up in an attempt to seem less frightening. 
“God Henderson don’t you ever knock?” He shouted, brushing himself off as he stood to his full height. He looked just as good as he always did. His curly hair was perfectly unkempt. He wore his Hellfire Club shirt with a leather jacket over it. His jeans, you noticed, were extra tight today. You sunk towards the back of the group, trying to hide from him. He stalked closer, walking over various piles of junk. 
“Good to see you Henderson. Wheeler. Others.” He took another step closer and locked eyes with you. “And Henderson’s sister?” This made you pause a moment. He knew you. 
“You know who I am?” You couldn’t help but ask. 
“Of course I do. Henderson here talks about you all the time.” He steps so close that he’s only a few inches away now, one hand on his hip as he examines you closely. “Don’t worry. All good things.” There was amusement in his voice, as if he was pleased with what he saw. 
“Okay, back up man. Just listen to us.” Dustin chimed in, causing your nostrils to flare in frustration. “Y/N is going to stay with you until we help Max. She’ll go get you food, she’ll keep you company. She’s got your back.” Eddie turned back around to face you.
“Well, well, well. My knight in shining denim.” He said, a hand skimming the collar of the denim jacket you were wearing. This made you blush nervously as you accepted his touch. 
"Dude, come on." Dustin complained, trying to stop Eddie's obvious advances. "Are you guys gonna be okay here?"
"Dustin, we'll be fine," You chimed in, standing up taller. "We're both adults." This you directed to Eddie who smiled wickedly.
"Yes we are." He replied, tongue tracing his bottom lip.
"Okay. Gross. We're leaving now." Dustin chimed in, gathering the group and making their way to the door. "Eddie just," Dustin stopped, turning to the two of you who had moved to the center of the room. "Don't boink my sister?" At this Eddie let out a guttural laugh.
"You worry too much Henderson. Now go save the world." Dustin looked uneasy but didn't say another word as he followed the others out. Now it was just you and Eddie alone in the dimly lit room. The smile had not left his face as he studied you, taking in the sight of you. It was impossible not to blush as you stood under the scrutiny of his gaze. Clearing your throat you stepped away, examining your new living quarters. It really wasn't much to look at but in the grand scheme of things you didn't mind. You'd never heard of a mission to save the world that included staying at a five star hotel. When you turned back around Eddie's eyes had not left your figure.
"When Dustin told me he had an older sister, you are not what I pictured." Eddie started, beginning to circle you like a lion circling its prey. "You are a total babe." When he said this you inhaled just a bit too hard and began choking on air. You coughed and spluttered for a moment before catching your breath. "You good?" He said with a smile and you nodded, red faced and embarrassed. As few interactions as you'd had with Eddie you'd never thought him to be so flirtatious so every word that came out of his mouth was like a jumpscare to your poor infatuated heart. "What's the matter? Not used to having freaky boys say nice things to you?"
"More like not used to anyone saying nice things to me." You teased.
"Oh come on. A knock out like you doesn't get compliments? I'm hurt that you'd lie to me like that."
"I'm not lying!" You tried to defend yourself before realizing that you're defending the fact that nobody likes you. Eddie must have sensed your sudden sadness because his tone became more sincere.
"Well I'm glad to be the first." He said, eyes falling to his feet. Suddenly reality came crashing down as you realized there was so much you needed to do now that you'd taken on this odd mission.
"Hey, sorry to leave you so soon but I've gotta make some phone calls. Is there a phone in the main house?" You ask him. When he confirms that there is you step outside and head into the house. The first person you needed to call was your mom. You told her that you'd be staying with some friends for a while and she simply told you to have a good time, just as you expected she would. Next you had to call your job. However this particular phone call didn't go at all how you were expecting. You told your boss that you needed some time off but you weren't sure how long you'd be gone. He didn't seem to like this answer, telling you that either you needed to come in to work that afternoon or you didn't need to come back at all. You glanced back at the shed. You could see in through the window. Eddie was standing there looking all perfect and in need of your help. With a deep sigh you face forward again. "Then I quit." You said before hanging up. Regret flooded your body as soon as you did but you knew that it was probably for the best. You hadn’t liked the job very much anyway and Eddie needed you right now. You couldn’t pass that up for a dead end job that you could replace in a heartbeat. 
Heaving another deep sigh, you headed out the back towards the shed. Upon seeing you step inside Eddie’s lips cracked into a smile. He was seated on the edge of an old rowboat, watching you walk. It didn’t take long for him to realize something was up.
“What happened?” 
“I quit my job.” At this he stood up. 
“You did? Awesome!” He said, patting your shoulder. Suddenly he seemed to have a realization. “Wait. It wasn’t because of me was it?” 
“Kind of?” You admit shyly, not meeting his gaze.
“Oh man, what? You gotta get your job back!” 
“Don’t worry. I can talk to my mom. She’ll give us some money for food so long as I tell her it’s for a friend” 
“Oh, I’m not worried about that. I’ve got money. I just don’t want you to have to quit your job because of me. I’ll be fine.” 
“I’ll be fine too. Don’t worry about me.” You say. Eddie watches you a moment before nodding, sitting back down on the rowboat. 
“You’re a tough girl. I like that.” He said, eyes focused on his hands. 
“You have to be tough if you live in Hawkins.” You said with a laugh. 
“Yeah, I’m figuring that out.” He said, laughing with you. You sat down on the rowboat with him, sitting closer than you’d meant. The feeling of his thigh touching yours made your head spin as you tried your best not to move. “So, what do you know about all this?” Eddie asked, seemingly unphased by the feeling of your body so close.
“About this? Not much. Dustin told me the monster’s name is Vecna. That he curses people’s minds. That’s about it. I was there last year though. During the ‘mall fire’. Has anyone told you about this yet?” He shakes his head. “It wasn’t really a fire. It was another monster. Like Vecna. They called it the Mind Flayer. It was a giant beast made out of dead people. Real gross. There was this huge machine downstairs that was opening a portal that allowed the Mind Flayer to live. We closed the portal and that killed it. It really hated heat though. I helped keep it down by throwing fireworks at it. It didn’t like that one bit. Did the trick though.” You looked back up at him and his eyes were focused completely on you as you told him about what had happened. You were suddenly very nervous that you sounded like a total nutjob telling him all this. “God, I sound crazy.” You laughed. 
“No, no you don’t,” He responded, putting a hand on your knee. “I believe you. Why would you of all people lie about something like this? I’m just ... taking it all in I guess.” He told you. 
“I know, it’s a lot to process. I almost didn’t agree when Dustin asked for my help but I know my brother. I knew that he was telling the truth. If it weren’t for Dustin I never would have joined. He’s the one that recruited me for this job too. I guess I just can’t say no to him.”
“Well, he’s a persuasive kid. No doubt about that. I like him. He makes me laugh. He’s a great addition to Hellfire.” 
“What exactly is Hellfire? If you don’t mind my asking.” You watched him hopefully, wanting to learn more about him and his interests. If the two of you were going to be so close together in this little shed for who knew how long you saw it as a perfect opportunity to know him.
“Uh,” He chuckled. “It’s a D&D party. We meet at the school and we play D&D together. That’s really it.” He shrugs. 
“Really? Dustin’s never really told me anything about it. I’ve heard rumors though. Jason tells everyone you guys are practicing, like, Satanism.” At this Eddie busts out in a fit of laughter. 
“Look, Jason is an asshole. He doesn’t understand us so he tells lies about us to make himself feel better. That’s all. In reality, we’re just different than him. We have our own morals and our own ideas about life and that makes us freaks.” You nod, sympathizing with his plight. 
“I understand. I was the same way when I was in school. I guess I still am. I was always so different from everyone because I valued my grades and I didn’t want to party every night. I also don’t care about sports which didn’t help. That didn’t make me very popular.” 
“Standing up for what’s right? Even when it goes against the status quo? Oh yeah. You’re a freak alright. And all freaks belong in Hellfire. Welcome to the Club.” With this, he extends his hand to you. You take it, shaking his hand firmly as you smile at him. 
"Does that mean I get one of those cool shirts?" You ask, gesturing to the Hellfire Club shirt he had on.
"Oh absolutely. I think you'd look totally hot in it actually." He admits, leaning into your shoulder which makes you blush. "I'll have one made for you as soon as I'm, you know, not wanted for murder." At this you both let out a light chuckle. "Hey, I've actually got a favor to ask." Eddie began. He suddenly looked very nervous. "Van you go to the high school and pick up my homework for the week?" You watched his eyes, trying to detect any humor but there was none.
"Oh yeah. Of course." You say with an earnest smile.
"Thanks. I swore I was gonna graduate this year and no creepy ass monster is  gonna stop me if I have anything to say about it."
"Yeah. My pleasure." This time he returned the smile. "I think the school's actually still open for the day. I can go now if you want."
"Yeah, that'd be great. I'll be fine here."
"Okay. I'll pick up some food on the way back." With this you stand. Eddie stands as well, moving across the room to a backpack on the floor. He digs around before pulling out a handful of cash.
"Thanks Y/N. You're the best." Hearing your name come from his mouth made you smile. With money in hand you headed for the door.
"Wait!" Eddie called. He ran over to you and fished through his back pocket before pulling out a twenty and handing it to you. "Get yourself something nice." He gave you a wink and you ran out the door. It was all you could do not to trip on your way out. The thought of Eddie winking at you renewed your blush as you got into your car.
You drive to the high school, running inside so you didn't have to be away from Eddie for long. You asked the front desk attendant for Eddie's homework, explaining that he was sick and unable to come into school for a while. She told you to stay put while she made some phone calls. About twenty minutes later she returned with a stack of papers. You thanked her and left, heading for the grocery store next. You only looked for the essentials like bread and milk. It didn't take long before you were headed out of the store. When you stepped outside you realized that it was getting dark so you were ready to be back for the night. You were struck with an idea as you drove. You were sure it had been a while since Eddie had eaten anything of substance. When you saw a pizza place on your left you knew exactly what to do with the extra twenty dollars. Unsure of what pizza he'd like you ordered a cheese before skipping back out to your car, hot box in hand. The drive back was shorter than the drive to the school. You headed into the main house to put away the groceries before anything and then headed out back to the shed.
When you stepped into the shed your heart practically leapt out of your chest. Eddie wasn't there. You searched every corner but there weren't many places in the shed to hide. If there were any you checked them all. Frantic and terrified, you ran into the main house. Your first stop was the kitchen. He wasn't there. You called out to him. "Eddie!" Next you checked the bedroom, the office. It was your first day being Eddie's protector and you had already lost him. Dustin was gonna kill you. Forget Dustin, Eddie needed you. Filled with a mix of strong emotions you realized there was only one place left to look. "Eddie!" You shouted again as you cracked open the door of the bathroom. You were struck with bouts of embarrassment when your eyes recognized what they were looking at.
Eddie was dripping wet in nothing but a towel. His hair looked so perfectly shaggy when it was wet and his bare chest glistened, showing off his tattoos. The sight of him was almost too much for your weak heart as you stood there frozen. However you noticed that Eddie didn't seem embarrassed. Instead he seemed pleased. Amused. A wicked little smile curled up the corners of his lips.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-- I'm sorry." You blurted out, shuffling out of the room and closing the door behind you. As soon as you were back in the living room you collapsed on the couch, letting out a small squeak into one of the pillows as you buried your head. Now you were the one that was gonna kill Dustin. He had been the one to put you in this position and now you had witnessed your crush almost totally naked. As you thought for another minute you realized that maybe you should be thanking Dustin. You had definitely enjoyed what you'd seen. He was very thin, his skin smooth and clean. The thing that had really gotten you steamed was the small trail of hair that led to what was hiding beneath the towel. Just thinking about it now had you breathing a little more heavily.
"I take it you liked what you saw?" Came Eddie's voice. You sat up quickly, twice as embarrassed as before. Eddie still didn't seem angry. He seemed to be in a teasing mood, to your chagrin.
"I never said that." Was the only defense you had.
"You didn't have to sweetheart. Your eyes did all the talking for you." As much as you wanted to continue defending yourself you found that you had no response to him. You knew that he was right. 
"I'm sorry." You repeated.
"It's okay," To this he adds a chuckle. He walks over to you, sitting on the couch next to you and places a hand on your knee. "I think I've already made it pretty obvious that I dig you Y/N. So no need to be embarrassed. I thought it was cute." You were at a loss for words. Had you understood him right? He liked you? Did you he like you the same way you liked him? Or did he only like you as a friend? Eddie seemed to sense your inner turmoil because he spoke again, breaking the awkward silence. "What is that smell? Tell me you didn't get pizza."
"Yeah. Is that okay?"
"Are you fucking kidding? I am starved and I haven't had pizza in forever. It's perfect. What kind?"
"Cheese."
"God, that is my favorite. Thank you Y/N." With that he leapt off the couch and ran for the kitchen. You shook away the cloud of thoughts in your head and followed him, opening up the pizza box for him. He happily stole three slices, stacking them on top of each other and running towards the shed. You closed the box and followed him. When you got there he was seated inside of the rowboat, eagerly devouring his pizza. You smiled, happy to have made him happy. You took out a slice and plopped down in the rowboat across from him. The two of you sat there in silence for a while, simply eating your pizza. After a while Eddie broke the silence. 
“So, I’ve got something really important to talk to you about.” 
“Okay.” You say cautiously. 
“To be a part of Hellfire you have to play D&D with us.” He said with a tone of mock seriousness. You scrunched up your nose. 
“I don’t know how to play.” You admitted. 
“I know. Which is why I’m gonna teach you.” As soon as he said this he hopped out of the rowboat and ran over to his backpack. “Now, I don’t have all my supplies but I’ve got some paper. That’s enough to explain the basics.” He looked through his pack as he spoke before pulling out a piece of paper and a pencil. You watched him walk to the middle of the room where there was empty floor space and spread out with the paper in hand. You felt the urge to join him so you did, sitting on the floor beside him. He glanced at you, offering a smile.
“So, how do we start?” You ask. 
“I’m so glad you asked. Basically, it’s a roleplaying game and you’ve got a character that you play as. There are a ton of different characters that you can choose from. The dungeon master,” He points to himself with a grin. “That would be me, determines the plot of your game and you get to play within the world they create. It's important for you to know how gameplay works. So you've got your dice right?" As he says this he digs around in the chest pocket of his vest before producing an oddly shaped die. He takes your hand in his own, turning it palm up so he can place the die there. You turn it over, looking for the highest number. Twenty. A twenty sided die. “This is just one type of dice in the game. You use the dice to determine the outcome for your character. It can tell you how much damage you take or whether or not something happens.” 
“Okay.” You nod along, letting him continue. 
“The higher the number you roll, the better the outcome. The lower the number you roll, the worse the outcome. Get it?” 
“Yeah, I got it.” You say with a smile. 
“There’s a lot more to it if you really play the game but those are pretty much the basics. I’d go into more detail but it’s already getting kind of late,” You nod, looking out the window to see that it’s dark. 
“Yeah, we should probably get some sleep. We’ve got a long few weeks ahead of us.” You realized as soon as you said it that you had no idea how long the two of you would be here. You just knew that you didn’t foresee things ending anytime soon. With a sigh you looked around for some kind of bed and didn’t find anything. “Where are we sleeping, by the way?” You asked him. He chuckled. 
“Good question. There’s an air mattress that I’ve been blowing up at night. Then again, it’s not very big. How about you sleep in the main house and I’ll sleep out here on the air mattress?” As much as you hated to admit it, you didn’t like that option very much.
“Sure. Whatever works.” You say with a shrug before gathering up the rest of your things and heading for the main door. Before leaving you turn around to face him, shifting from one foot to the other. “I know things are crazy and I wish it could be under different circumstances but I’m glad that we get a chance to spend time together.” 
“Me too, Y/N. I honestly never expected to like you so much.” With that he turned to start blowing up the air mattress. You wanted to stop him. To ask him what he meant. To tell him that you liked him too. To run over and hug him or kiss him or something but you knew you couldn’t. So you walked out of the shed, making your way into the main house. It was dark when you got inside so you flipped on a few lights before making your way into the bedroom. 
It didn’t take long for you to be ready for sleep. You slid into the strange bed, slightly uncomfortable with the idea of staying by yourself all night. However, it wasn’t long before you were drifting into an uneasy slumber. Soon enough you realized that it wasn’t meant to last. Your sleep was interrupted by bad dreams and restlessness. You tossed and turned, trying to rid yourself of the unpleasant feelings that were flooding your body but there was nothing you could do. You were doomed to your current state. That is, until you came up with another idea. Dragging yourself out of bed you slipped your shoes on and made your way out towards the shed. 
When you stepped inside it was dark and you had trouble maneuvering to where Eddie had set up his mattress. Unsure of how to wake him up, you decided to shake his shoulder lightly. He woke up with a start which scared you as well. 
“I’m sorry. It’s just me.” You say. He rubs the sleep from his eyes as he faces you head on, trying to make sense of what was going on. 
“Y/N? What’s wrong?” You contemplate your answer for a moment. 
“I couldn’t really sleep in that big house by myself. I thought maybe I could sleep out here with you.” He sits fully up now, still facing you. 
“There’s only the one mattress.” He says as if that will deter you. 
“I don’t mind if you don’t.” You say with a bit of a goofy smile, watching closely for his response. At first you are afraid that he’ll reject you outright. You tense up preparing for his biting words.  
“Yeah. Yeah, I’d actually really like that.” He says with his trade mark Eddie smile. You can’t stop the blush that creeps onto your cheeks. “You’re so pretty when you blush, have I told you that?” He inquires to which you just blush harder, taken aback by him. 
“No.” You find yourself saying. He begins sliding over on the mattress, making room for you. With one arm he lifts up the blanket so that you can slip underneath beside him. Immediately you’re struck by his warmth. He sends a wave of heat through you as you back up to his chest. Once you’re both comfortable beside each other you shut your eyes, already feeling at ease now that he’s with you. Before you can settle in for a long night’s rest he drapes his arm over you, hugging you closely to him as his fingertips dance over your stomach. 
“Good night sweetheart.” He mumbles in your ear and a shudder crawls up your spine. You mutter a good night to him and close your eyes. The two of you curl together like that until the morning, finding comfort in one another’s company. When you both wake up neither of you say a word about it. A best kept secret you both think. However, you wish more than anything that history would repeat itself because it was the best sleep you’d ever had. 
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thegoblinboy · 8 months
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Desire
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Tw; Mentions of drug use/addiction, implied child abuse, strong themes of mental issues, mention of vomit (but not in detail)
Words; 6k
Summary; Eddie Munson finds himself under the influence and alone in Steve Harrington's bathroom. Not alone for the first time, but being in Steve Harrington's bathroom was definitely a first. Dabbling in his stash he comes to the realization that he doesn't want to become his father or go down the same path as him. Only eighteen, he's scared of disappointment and failing his uncle who has saved him from himself time after time again. Feeling like he is the only one who seems to not be mentally okay, Steve Harrington decides to stumble into his bathroom proving that there are others out there like him falling apart at the seams and barely keeping it together. He finds himself not only being comforted in his struggles he also finds himself comforting Steve who seems to be dealing with something far worse than Daddy issues.
Eddie doesn't mean to. One second he's in the thick of it, the center of the party as he hands out little baggies of drugs out to anyone who would sneak a crumpled up twenty in his hand. The next he finds himself in the bathroom, the wallpaper so ugly it hurts his eyes to the point he believes that's the reason he's throwing up. Not because of the drugs that were slowly pumping through his veins, causing his head to begin spinning in a bad way as the rush hits him.
He was unsure when he decided it would be a good idea to dabble in his own stash. Before, it had always been his number one rule not to finding any other drug dealer who did foolish. Now he was a hypocrite that craved for more then the drug. The hidden desire to be like the teenagers that had been swarming around him outside of this small bathroom. He wanted to be carefree not having to worry about bills, helping his uncle keep food on the table, or for one of these drug deals to suddenly go wrong and all that his uncle had been working for, for the past decade gone down the drain.
Eddie was still young, eighteen and finally in his senior year. Almost out of this hellhole known as Hawkins. He still had a chance to turn his life around, stop selling drugs or "experimenting" and get a more stable footing. He knows that Wayne would gladly get him a spot to work at in the factory but Eddie didn't want that life. He wanted something bigger. Something out of this world. He wanted to be like Ozzy, Dio, Tommy Lee, and Gene Simmons. Not like his father. Who could barely scrape enough money to keep a roof over their heads, and apart of Eddie understands that Al Munson needed to break the law to survive. Sell stolen cars for food. What Al Munson didn't have to do though was beat the shit out of Eddie whenever anything went wrong.
Drugs.
Drugs were the most stable thing in Eddie's life. Sure, Wayne was consistent but drugs have always been there since Eddie could remember. On the counters, in his pockets as he helped his father smuggle bags across neighborhoods, and even in his own system when things didn't feel right. Feel a bit down, people tell you to smoke weed. Solve all your issues. For a while it did. It helped Eddie float by on his own little cloud up until it didn't.
The longer Eddie listened to those people the more he realized that drugs were becoming the issue. Consuming him in ways that he's only heard from those who came to talk at school. This, this was going to be the last time. Eddie was determined on that. Though he had said that the last couple of times he's been like this. He needed help and he didn't know where to go. There was of course always Wayne, but he didn't want the man to look at him like he did his father. With pity, shame, and a lot of disappointment because Eddie should know better. Especially after what happened to his father.
He should but yet here he was, groaning he lifts his head up from the bowl. His eyes stay closed as he gags a bit more when the smell of toilet water hits his nostrils again. Throwing himself back from the stench, his head hits the wall. A soft thump, loud enough to gather attention if anyone was paying attention. That was unlikely as everyone was pretty drunk right now. Letting his head slack to the side a bit he lets his vision swim around him like a horoscope. He wondered if this was how flies saw the world. If so, he doesn't understand how they weren't constantly throwing up. Then again they did eat literal shit, so tunnel vision was most likely the least of their worries.
Squirming a bit, he fidgets with himself as he tilts his head back to look up at the light. His hair falls past his shoulders as he blinks lucidly, not processing the brightness of the bulb hurting his eyes as he giggles gently feeling the high set in. The warm feeling wraps itself around him like angel wings, protecting him from the darkness that lives inside of him. Numbing him enough for him to forget that he was currently at a party. In the bathroom of Steve Harringtons' house as he blacks in and out of reality. Fighting for control for a few minutes before giving in with a soft sigh. His body going lax as he gives up.
Time was always wonky when he was like this. Five minutes felt like an hour, a minute felt like twelve, and so on and on. So, he could not tell you how long he was in there for. Barely reacting when the door opens, not a surprise as he was too busy trying to hold his vomit in to remember on locking the door behind him. His reactions slow as he blinks startled as he sees an exhausted Steve Harrington walking in. Looking just as alarmed as Eddie felt.
Looking confused Steve hesitates. Not saying anything for a second as he stares at the other dumbly, like a deer in headlights. Before he flees into action, "Parties over, need to get out Munson." he says dully. The bags under his eyes were noticeable to Eddie who frowns as he tries to process what was going on. Moving he fights to stand up, unable to do so as he makes a soft whining noise. Eyes filling with irritation and embarrassment. The first crack in the dam of the great Munson flood. Everything starts to seep out uncontrollably as he tries to hold it in, save it for later. But it's too late as his body gives in to his needs and he's sobbing uncontrollably.
The high was not worth it anymore. It used to make him feel good far longer than this, and now he felt like shit. His hands shaking as he couldn't control his body. His brain streams a spew of anxious thoughts through his head. Wayne was going to kick him out if he found out. Eddies crying, and he doesn't even know the reason why. There had been so many instances when he kept his emotions bottled that he was not sure which one finally made him snap. Made him go crazy enough to cry like a little bitch in front of Steve Harrington.
He doesn't know what's happening and that's making everything seem far scarier than what it really was. He felt the other boy, who was only a year younger than him staring at him intently. Eddie felt like he was really living up to his nickname, a freak. A freak who was currently putting a complete stranger through a very uncomfortable encounter. Eddie was supposed to be an adult, yet here he was breaking down in front of someone that was legally still a child. For some reason that thought only makes him cry more. Eddie was barely a full year older than the other and he has yet to view himself as a child. The reality that his childhood was taken away from him because of drugs setting in as tears started to run down his cheeks. His eyelashes stick to his skin as he struggles to open his eyes from feeling so out of it and from crying so hard.
Time was fucking with him again, In the back of his head he knew that the whole encounter that was happening between him and the other boy was only a few seconds long. But the drugs were telling him it was much longer than that. He's pretty sure he was going through a mid-life crisis or something. He loses himself in his thoughts more as he realizes he's no better than his father. Selling drugs to those who have perfect lives is something that should be cherished but is only going to be destroyed by Eddie's doing. He's having a come to Jesus moment, as with in the next few seconds he makes the decision to no longer sell drugs to high schoolers. It's all going by so fast in his brain that he's not sure he's going to remember his promise in the morning.
Clap!
He blinks confused as two hands slap together in front of his face, a soft buzz clogging his ears from hearing anything but the muffled slap of skin. His eyes begin to regain focus as they stare back at Steve who is still staring at him carefully. As if he was on the verge of calling nine one one at any moment. Oh, God. Why did Eddie have the worst luck that always led him into situations like these. Covered in snot, tears, and possibly puke in front of the most popular boy of Hawkins?
"Hey... hey Munson." The boy's voice seeps through the fog. It barely does but it makes itself through, penetrating Eddie's brain enough for him to finally react to the other. Who looks like he's been trying to gather his attention for a minute now. Steve's eyebrows are furrowed up in concern as his hands stay at a safe distance from the other, but stays in Eddie's personal bubble just in case. In case of what Eddie wasn't sure.
Eddie blinks at the other, barely there as he frowns a bit as he feels his body moving up, almost on its own with Steve's help. Being led to the bathtub as Steve easily moves his legs in one by one. Moving and forcing him to sit down as Steve handles him with such care that he doesn't know what to do with himself.
"What-" He slurs a little bit, blinking as he tries to talk but it felt like peanut butter was in his mouth, preventing him from doing such a task. "What are you doing?" His words come together, creating one but the other seems to understand what he was trying to ask as Steve smiles sadly at him, revealing a crack in his well pieced together image. Revealing his true nature to Eddie who was broken and drowning in his own mess in this tub.
Eddies high. Eddie is plastered, not in reality but he can tell when someone is like him. Broken. Barely holding on with a fake smile that was far different then someone who had it together. Relief hits him as he realizes he's not the only one out there. Then guilt as he felt greedy for feeling relief at the sign of the other man's pain.
"Helping you man, don't want you to die in my bathroom," Steve says bluntly in an attempt to put that image back up that he didn't care about Eddie, but it was to late it had started to shatter a little. A glimpse of something dark seeping through that Eddie caught and wanted to see more of. And he didn't want to see the pieces that Steve has horribly glued together, not the image that has been up for years now. Seemingly destroyed out of nowhere.
Whatever it was that came through those cracks was dark, dark enough to trigger a morbid curiosity in Eddie. What could have possibly happened to Steve Harrington that made him mentally age up so fast? So fast that it gave Eddie whiplash as he could of sworn that just last month the other was looking down at people like him. Shoving teenagers against lockers and calling them queer for just being true to their authentic selfs. Now he was helping out one of those "queers" and it seemed to be a total one eighty personality wise. It just didn't make any sense. Someone didn't just change out of nowhere without something happening and Eddie wanted to know what that something was.
Eddie furrows his eyebrows a bit, confused as he wonders if he was misreading what the other was doing. The other genuinely seemed more worried about him then his bathroom, even if he was trying to make it not seem that way. Was Steve Harrington actually a decent human being? Something that Eddie had deemed unbelievable as his mouth opens trying to say something. Before he can say anything Steve is starting to move into action. Deciding it better to ignore Eddie from now on as his hands move to tug at the vest and leather coat that was wrapped around his body. Not giving the other enough time to protest.
Eddie makes some incomprehensible noise from the back of his throat as he hesitantly starts to let the other slide his clothes off his body. Leaving him in his shorts and his pants as Steve crouches down to his knees. Face scrunched up on a mission as he helps the other to the best of his ability. Only contradicting his goal of making Eddie think he didn't care.
"What are you doing?" Eddie asks, feeling dumb. He felt so out of control, he hated every second of it but another apart of him was enjoying every gentle touch the other gave him. Treating him as something that needed to be protected, not something that needed to be tough-end up like his father had. His body goes limp without his permission under the others hands, secretly blaming it on the drugs as he tilts his head back a little. A dopey smile on his face as he decides to just ride the high of being touched, something that didn't come often. "If you wanted to get me to strip so bad Harrington, just had to ask." He giggles gently under his breath trying to lighten the mood a bit. Blinking a few times as well, eyelids closing a few seconds to long causing him to miss the soft laugh coming from the other boys throat. Who thankfully found him amusing instead of annoying or worst disgusting.
"Well, I didn't think you would want to sleep in your own vomit and my concious would not feel right letting you go to bed like this." Steve admits as he leans over the tub like hes done this countless times. Possibly he has, with Tommy Hagan being his best friend Eddie wouldn't be to surprised. The way Steve handles himself and the vomit covered clothes only proves Eddie's hypothesis that he has done this before. The other barely even reacts to the smell or anything as he throws Eddie's Black Sabbath shirt off to the side. Leaving the metalhead shirtless and slouching forward a bit, looking at Steve with shocked adoration the longer he sits there.
Steves hands don't go any lower then his stomach, head tilting up and to the side to look at Eddie with a soft smile. Still a bit forced but more tired then anything as he asks. "Mind pulling your pants off for me? Don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."
Steves face is now a soft pink as he begins to lean against the side of the tub. Sleep obviously working its way into his body, the sight making Eddie feel bad about keeping him up later then what he had to.
Eddie doesn't argue and forces himself to focus on the task at hand, and lifts his hips up awkwardly and begins to shimmy his pants down. Groaning as he does, revealing his checkered boxers as he tries not to get any vomit on his skin. Holding the bunched up pants together once he's done and looks over at Steve for directions. Letting the other carefully take them from him, setting it on top of his shirt as he moves and stands up again. Moving to the shower and quickly turning it on cold, all of it spraying and soaking Eddie up immediately.
"Son of a Bitch!" Eddie's voice cracks as he yelps out. Hands flying up to shield his face a bit as he feels his curls stick to his skin, along with his boxers. One hand quickly moving down to shield his crotch just in case the cloth was see through. He shakes his head a bit, water going all over as he whines loudly. Struggling to get away from the freezing water. "Harrington! I thought we had something going on here!" He yelps out as he slides around the tub like a fish out of water. Faintly hearing Steve scolding him for getting water all over the place while also laughing a little.
When the water is finally shut off Eddie feels like he has more control over himself. Still not completely as he squirms around shivering, arms crossing over his chest as he tries to curl up in himself to regain some body heat. Melting when he feels Steves much warmer hand land on his shoulder, gathering his attention as he looks up with loose tears slipping from his eyes. Making his eyes seem bigger then what they were as he looks up seeing Steve standing above him holding a glass of water that seemed to be pulled out of thin air.
No words are said as Eddies hands shakily reach out and takes the glass from him. He carefully drinks half the glass before his wet hands slip and dumps the rest all over his chest. The more sober he becomes, the more embarrassed he feels as more tears form in his eyes. Close to crying again, only refraining when he feels Steves looming presence over his shoulders. One hand carefully holding his back as the other moves down and takes the glass from him before he can hurt himself anymore. Then proceeding to set the glass down on the edge of the tub, eyes never moving from Eddie.
"I'm going to go get you some warmer clothes to wear okay?" Steve says gently, moving and pulling a fuzzy blue towel off from a rack and moves to gently wrap it around Eddie like a blanket. Eddie nods dumbly as he relaxes back into the tub. Feeling the lasting effects of whatever he has in his system dwindling and exhaustion start to take over. Causing him to melt impossibly more into the tub. Waiting as minutes slowly start to feel like minutes again as he hears shuffling coming from the other room.
His head stays tilted to the side as he smiles gently when Steve stumbles in with a pile of clothes in his arms. Who was unable to choose something for Eddie. Sweaters, shirts, boxers and sweatpants in his arms as he quickly drops to his knees with a soft thud. Looking over at Eddie with wide hazel eyes that were full of anxiety. Like he was afraid of doing something wrong.
Eddie sniffles a little as he smiles brightly, "Give me the Harrington special." He says without much thought. "Whats the most comfortable thing to wear in that jock mess of yours?" He teases as he moves struggling to sit up. Wanting to catch what the other has chosen to bring him he notices a blue striped polo along with pair of normal grey sweatpants hidden in the mess of dark colors. He could see other comfy looking sweaters and pants but the polo and grey sweats stuck out to him the most.
Steve sets the other clothes off to the side, far as possible from the vomit covered ones as he gets the new ones situated on the toilet cover. As he moves them Eddie can see a brand new pair of boxers that still had the size sticker on them.
Steve then continues and moves forward to offer Eddie a hand, who takes it happily and pulls himself up a bit wobbly. Eddie felt frozen as small little cold chills race through him, forcing his body to shake even more.
There's a brief pause as they both hold each others hand, Steve wanting to make sure Eddie doesn't fall on his face. Who then pulls his hand from Steves to move it under his armpit. Crossing his arms as he begins to feel a bit self conscious about everything. About this situation that he's forced Steve to be in to the fact that he was currently shirtless in one of the most jacked athletes in Hawkins.
His eyes begins to go hazy, drifting away from reality for a moment. Regaining focus after a moment, coming back to to see that he was staring a hole into the others floor. After a moment of breathing, questions start to fill his brain again. Trying to understand what the others goal was here.
"Why... why are you helping me?" He asks again. Still bewildered as he lets his eyes move to look back up at the other with confusion. This time Steve's eyes aren't meeting his and Eddie feels like there was more going on here. Never moving his eyes away from the others short movements, not missing the way the other seemed to be forcing himself to do everything. Like he didn't even want to be moving at all. Joints seemingly stiff as his limbs move, and if Eddie would have to guess they were probably like that from exhaustion. The bags under the others eyes a strong give away to Eddie's deductive reasoning.
"Like I said, I don't want you to die in my bathroom." Steve answers a bit shakily. Now holding onto another towel as he puts on a fake smile for Eddie, who frowns more. Not believing the other, well he did. He didn't think the other actually wanted him to die but there was some other hidden reason in there as well. One that Steve seemed desperate to not share.
Now realizing that the towel he recieved before was now crumpled up at the bottom of the tub Eddie takes the towel from the other. Beginning to dry his hair first before slowly rubbing at his skin, careful to not agitate his skin like the towels at home did.
"Don't do that." Eddie bitterly snips at the other as he casually bends over a bit to dry his legs. He doesn't mean to, but he was currently at his lowest and he doesn't want Steve to pretend to be any better then Eddie mentally. Strangely that hurt more then when  the other acted better then him just because he was a jock and had more money. It was obvious to him that the other was not okay.
"What?" Steve asks confused, eyebrows knitting together to express a simple emotion that seemed to have so much effort on his part. Mouth falling open a bit as he squints at the other as if he was struggling to see and for all Eddie knew he was. Something he quickly takes note of, for what he was unsure.
"Pretend... pretending to be doing better then me. You look like you are also on your last thread and I think its bullshit. Bullshit, that youre trying to act like this whole situation is normal when it isn't. Its painfully obvious that I'm not okay and just looking at you it seems like you aren't either so stop. Stop pretending man," Eddies eyes are filling with tears again as his words slur together. Hands moving out a bit and aimlessly pointing at the other. Never poking him in the chest as he sways on his feet a little. Shaky breathes falling from his mouth as he finds that the longer he stands there the harder it was to keep his eyes open.
Steve's reaction is unreadable as he silently hands Eddie the blue polo once he seems to be done drying himself. Eddie takes the shirt and pulls it over his head. Looking down at his wet briefs and back up at Steve who was now looking away not saying a word, holding a dry pair of boxers in his left hand. Dangling between his fingers waiting for Eddie to take them.
His silence could easily be mistaken as him being pissed at Eddie, thats what Eddie thinks at first before he realizes this was who the other was when he wasn't pretending. Shoulders sagged, head hanging to look down at the floor as he no longer puts any effort in his movement. Like he was now floating, in a similar way Eddie was. No longer fighting to stay grounded where he was as Eddie gets changed. No more words are exchanged as Eddie steps out of the tub to slip the sweat pants chosen on. Nearly stumbling and falling on his face from the lack of control over his limbs.
Smiling a bit tense as Steve is quick to catch him. Well Eddie wouldn't describe it as catching, the other wasn't putting much effort into holding him. Just allowing him to lean against him as both stay impossibly close. The contact making both of them stiffen up and back up away from each other a little. Both of them stumbling over their own feet as their eyes lift up and hesitantly meet. A conversation beginning with no words. Both of them to exhausted to speak. A different exhaustion then being physically tired.
Steve moves his head a bit, slides his feet out of the bathroom once he opens the door. Eddie follows along, no longer looking at the other for guidance. Instead he floats along with the other as they both silently walk down the dark halls of the now very silent house. Eddie was unable to see Steve that well anymore so he wasn't able to see him react to the silence or the mess that seemed to explode all over the house. Not just downstairs.
He tags along as Steve enters a room, looking over at his shoulder at Eddie who moves in with him. Confusion written all over his face as he realizes that this ugly room was Steve's. Turning his head he looks over at Steve with questions behind his eyes. Questions that couldn't be answered nonverbally as Steve begins to stutter out words. The effort of talking seemed to make him more uncomfortable then the idea of having a complete stranger share a room with him.
"I- I thought it would be better if you sleep in here with me. I don't want you falling down the stairs because I put you in the guest room that's next to the stairs and you try going to the bathroom and whoops, you've broken your neck." Steve's starting to ramble anxiously now. "and the two other guest rooms are a mess. I haven't gotten a chance to clean them so theres stuff on the floors in there and I don't want you tripping when you are like this. Plus I don't want to leave you alone when you are not sober just in case you accidentally overdose or something."
The words are pooling out and swimming around Eddies head. None of the very obvious excuses sticking as Eddie simply nods deciding not to question the other anymore or else he was going to get a headache. Lets the other live behind another image as he moves and flops himself down on the bed. Letting the silence fall over them again as he accepts his fate of sharing a bed with Steve Harrington, who seems eager to have someone else with him.
Eddie turns his head a bit and watches the other curiously, the other starting his bed time routine when he realizes that Eddie was no longer going to question him. Steves shoulders have grown tense as he pins his curtains up against the wall allowing the moonlight to fall in and brighten the room up. Casting more shadows along the room that the other seemed to hate a lot as he turns a light on to see better. Moving and taking what seems to be a starwars night light and plugging it in. If it hadn't seem to be to much effort, Eddie might have laughed. But as he looks at the other more, really looks at him he decides that if he could laugh he wouldn't.
There was something very wrong with the boy and Eddie couldn't place what. His first guess was that the other was afraid of the dark. Watching intently as Steve moves around the room, avoiding any dark area that the light didn't meet. Now closer to his closet as his hands move and shut the doors, right before he is running a hand through his hair. A nervous fidget possibly. Now if Eddie wasn't high, and thinking logically he probably wouldn't want to share a room with the other. Actually he would be home right now.
Though apart of him was happy he was here as he notices that Steve seems to have grown frozen. Body stiff as he stares down at the floor, eyes glazed over again. He doesn't look like he's here in reality anymore and he was the sober one. Which now that Eddie thinks about it, is a smidge weird considering the fact the other had been the host of the party.
Eddie doesn't say anything, let's the other be until his concern starts to grow. The other could possibly be having a seizure, he has seen someone have one similar to this. Just staring off with out realizing it. Eddie wouldn't be shocked if the other had them, after being hit in the head so many times between sports, Jonathan Byers and Billy Hargroves fists.
Eddie forces his body up off the bed, hearing the loud creak of the bed that seems to trigger Steve back into the real world leading to a very understandable anxiety attack. Steve's body shakes, hands squeezed into pale fists and chest heaving forward and back as he struggles to breathe. Head tilted and looking over at Eddie like he wasn't real. Stepping back as his back hits the wall. He doesn't seem like hes fully there as Eddie moves closer.
Steves hands fly up in the air as he starts to plead something. Eddies gut drops as this wasn't normal for a seventeen year old to be doing. There was something terribly wrong and Eddie doesn't know if he can help.
"Steve, Steve!" He yells trying to get him to come back to him. The others tears were overwhelming Eddie and it was making Eddie uncomfortable. Watching someone who has been perfect his entire highschool career seemingly snapping. "Its me, Its Munson. We are in your room about to go to bed man." Eddie is trying his hardest not to yell again. Not enjoying the way the other flinches back. Reminding him of himself when he first moved in with Wayne.
Something was off and Eddie wasn't sure if he wanted to know what if it made the other look like that.
So afraid and lost.
Eddie doesn't move much closer to the other, staying in the spot he stood to afraid to trigger the other more. Steves body is spasming awkwardly as his eyes stay glossed over, the bags underr them growing bigger right under Eddies concerned watch. The other was shaking, breathing coming in gasps before Eddie says fuck it and stumbles forward. Regretting his decision of getting high. But if he hadn't he wouldn't be here right now. Moving and pulling the other into a hug.
They were both two complete strangers, gripping onto each other once they realized that this was something they both needed. Steves still shaking as he hides his face in Eddies shoulder. Eddie is melting and not trying to put armor up to toughen up for the other. Instead he melts, and gives in as they become a puddle of tears. Both not okay as they stay like that for who knows how long.
Steve pulling back as his eyes grow wide, he seems to be there more then what he had been. "I am so sorry." He stutters out.
Eddie smiles tightly at the other, trying to act cool. Trying to be the rock of whatever fucked up situation they were in. But after a moment of trying he decides to follow his advice from earlier and not pretend as his smile quickly drops. "No don't me." He says gently. On his knees now as his eyes look at the other with curiosity.
He was watching in real time as the other starts to rebuild his walls. Starts to pull back from Eddie, literally and figuratively as he stands. Looking anywhere but Eddie as he sniffles, rubbing his eyes a bit. Eddie's mouth opens to ask the other questions, a light noise leaving his throat before he snaps his mouth back shut when his eyes meet the others cold, dull eyes. If this wasn't a messed up situation Eddie possibly would have made a joke about being on his knees in front of Steve. But instead he forces himself up, letting the other drag him along whatever cloud that he has been living on all by himself. Blinking and one second he's standing at the closet, the next he is laying back in the others bed.
Ignoring the way the others body shake and it wasn't from being cold. The room was hotter then Texas's balls, Eddie could barely have the others sheets wrapped around him because of it. The lights now all off, with the exception of the night light. But by the others actions Eddie wouldn't be to surprised if the other didn't leave his lamp light on also most nights. From the way he was taking shaky breathes to the way he squirmed around uncomfortably Steve Harrington was afraid. Of what, was the unknown part to Eddie. A mystery.
Eddie was high trailer trash who couldn't even help his father when he needed him most, or himself as he drowns in emotions. How was he supposed to help Steve Harrington? He's lost in his thoughts for what seems like forever. He could slowly feel the effects of what he took dwindling, eyes growing heavy. He knew the other was still awake, his body was still shaking and he tapping his fingers against the sheets like the rhythm calmed him.
Eddie would blame it on the drugs in the morning when they wake up tangled together. But for now he doesn't care as he carefully shifts over to the left side of the bed. Feeling pity for the other and wanting to stop the bed from shaking so much. He gently wraps his arms around the other, moving before any reasonable thought could stop him and hides his face in the back of the others neck.
Steve doesn't say anything. He's seemed to be nonverbal again, but his body does stop shaking after a minute. Barely two as soft snores start to fall from the back of his throat. And apart of Eddie is relieved that he could help the other the way he helped him in the bathroom. Taking the moment to ground himself once more as he takes in the smell of cedar and smoke. Probably the others cologne.
Eddie feels like he's walking on thin ice as he moves his legs forward a bit. Letting himself relax knowing the other wasn't going to push him away. Wrapping his leg around his hip as he melts into the other more. Even though it was to hot for cuddling. In the back of his head he couldn't help but wonder what scared Steve Harrington so much he couldn't go to bed without shaking? Wondered if the boys kindness from earlier was a one hit wonder?
So many questions and concerns. Along with the anxious thoughts about telling Wayne about his not so little drug problem he begins to doze off. Breathing in and out as he passes out. Having the best night's sleep that he has had in a long time.
Authors Note; I am not going to lie this one shot took a lot out of me to write and is probably one of my proudest works. I purposely try not to write a whole lot about drugs because of personal issues but this one shot seemed like something I needed to write. And even though this isn't the most angstiest one shot that I could have written it was personally draining as I have felt a lot of what Eddie has in this oneshot. Apart of me wants to write more for this au but another part of me doesn't so I'm going to leave this up to the response I get from you guys :)
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My sims rooms so far 
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How many rooms does tp!george have do they have to keep sharing a bed?
theres a scene i have planned where while they’re buying stuff for dream to use while hes in the uk george is like haha do u want an inflatable or a foldable bed and dream is like ??? wtf and then like constructs this argument on why its dumb to get him a separate bed and dream arguing that they should share a bed is important in the future of the plot but im not gonna explain how
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oh my god they were roommates
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𝖠𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝖠𝗇𝗇𝖺-𝖫𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖲𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗇 | 𝖨𝖦: 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺_𝖺𝗋𝗍
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goodbye dear jellie. thankyou for keeping me company in countless survival worlds
(old work- cats 2021)
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anthony is dead: the funeral roast (paid content)
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Another link to this post. Meet the parents style.
So, Danny and Jason have been fake dating for a while now, and ended up marrying each other solely for tax benefits. Also, they got cool ass fucking friendship rings that they just couldn't not wear everywhere and being married is convenient so...
Anywho, so Jason has met Danny's parents but Danny hasn't met Jason's parents. Danny knows that he has some ties with the vigilantee scene due to being a Crime Lord-he still doesn't know what to think of his parents connecting the dots immediately when they only met him once while it took him more than that while living with the guy.
He thinks Jason may have been an ex-vigilantee at some point before turning to crime.
Then Danny gets blinded by rich people aura when he finds out that his bestfriend is the long thought dead child of Bruce Wayne. Frankly, he's insulted.
You mean to tell him that his could've been buying ice cream from that high class place all this time!? He shook (literally he grabbed and shook him) that point into Jason, he doesn't care that Jason never told him he was rich but he could've at least bought some high class ice cream once in a while.
Jason who was busy solidifying his power as a crime lord, avoiding his family and making sure not to leak his identity at all: I'm a literal crime lord, and the only thing you care about is me not buying you ice cream?
Danny: YES!!!!
Jason: Dork.
Right anyways, so Jason takes Danny along to meet Bruce and his fam but did say as soon as he started being uncomfortable they're leaving. The batfam is a bit blindsided by Danny, because they thought Jason was bringing his partner but its good to also get a feel for Danny's personality.
Danny and Jason did what's normal for them when Danny starts getting comfortable around the manor full of things that cost waaay more than his rent. Like half-heartedly insulting each other, being snarky, leaning on each other and other such things.
The batfam start thinking that there's more there than they know of. So they start watching a bit closer and ask a few round about questions that fly over Danny and Jason's heads. They just forget they're married often, unless it's regarding taxes.
All of this sends the wrong message when they walk into the same room and, being nosy, one of the batfam comes up to the door and uh. They hear the bed moving quite a lot.
So.
Meanwhile, Jason is trying to wrestle with Danny because this man does not pick a lane. He'll either be the human octopus (who is cold as hell) Jason has ever seen, he'll try to kick him off the bed in his sleep as if Jason personally offended him in some way, or he'll sleep in some wacky position that interrupts Jason's sleep. The last one is tied to the other two, however.
So, Jason has to frequently wrestle this man into a proper position where they both manage to get some sleep and it wouldn't have been so bad if Danny wasn't a goddamn sleep fighter. He would know, he had to nurse a bruised jaw for a few weeks.
Why do they sleep together? Listen, when you're in an apartment with not a lot of money, you gotta cut costs where you can alright?
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batty4steddie · 1 month
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The first night Steve stayed over, Eddie gave him a Corroded Coffin t-shirt to sleep in. It was meant to be a temporary solution, just something to throw on to sleep, but it quickly became his shirt. It was the most comfortable piece of fabric to ever grace his skin. No matter how much he wore it, it still smelled like Eddie. After Steve cropped it during a brutally hot summer, he felt tawdry whenever he wore it in front of Wayne. It was worth the slight embarrassment whenever Eddie wrapped his arms around him from behind. Eddie’s hands would rest on Steve’s midriff and squeeze him so tenderly that every inch of him felt loved.
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ruporas · 1 year
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good mornings throughout the travel
[ID: Two comics of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. The second is underneath the read more.
The first is in four panels and follows Vash and Wolfwood through hotel rooms. First, Vash and Wolfwood exit adjacent rooms, and Wolfwood has sparkles floating around him as he exclaims, “Rise and shine! Ready to go?” Vash frowns, displeased, and says, Urk— Good morning to you too.”
Next, they’re in a room with two beds. Wolfwood is awake and fully dressed. He’s sitting on the bed and smoking, back turned away from the viewer and he says, “Wake up already, sleepyhead.” Vash sits up with his eyes still closed and yawns before saying good morning. After that, they’re sharing a bed, and Wolfwood gets up and says, “Morning, sunshine. Time to get up.” His body shadows Vash from the sunlight. Vash is still lying down with a blanket draped over him as he mumbles good morning.
Finally, they’re embracing in bed, both shirtless. Sunlight shines on them, but their contact allows their shadows to drape over their faces. Vash smiles, kisses the top of Wolfwood’s head, and says, “Good morning, Wolfwood.” Wolfwood sleepily says, “Mph, g’morning, needle-noggin’,” snuggling into on Vash’s shoulder. End ID] ID CREDIT
TRIMAX Vol. 10 Spoilers under read more // bonus comic
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[ID: The bonus comic starts with Vash asleep in bed, fully clothed with his hair half-black. Someone says “Good morning,” and Vash says, “Morning, Wolf—w...” He trails off as Livio, holding a plate of food, stares with abject shock.
Livio says, “I’m sorry.” Vash, smiling but sweating, says, “No, it’s my bad...” Livio repeats, “I’m sorry.” Vash says, “Geez, stop apologizing,” and cuts off Livio’s “I—” with a “Good morning, Livio.” Livio quietly mumbles, “... Good morning...”
Vash sits up from the couch he was sleeping on and looks down, thinking, “... That’s right. I won’t wake up to you anymore... I have to get used to that...” End ID]
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astrallar · 2 months
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Come on and sit next to papa bear
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loliwrites · 2 years
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You know me, forever on my pre-relationship bullshit. So soft and tender and pretending like they don't actually know what's going on. These cover photos of Alex definitely didn't help, and gave me the inspo for this. Like seriously... could you just imagine sleepy, hair mussed, Alex coming to the door and being all discombobulated by sleep and like "what's happening?". I DIEEEEE.
Anywho -- this sort of vibe definitely comes when they're in Germany on the tail end of principal photography for Addi's movie. I've written on it once when she goes to Alex when she's feeling a little homesick and touch starved. I imagine this little idea I have for this comes after that instance. That was like the first of it in Germany. The first 'can I come to you for a safe space'? Where Addi's feeling it out and seeing if this is something she can rely on. Having had that experience, she knows it is, and thus, is maybe a little quicker to jump to it if things start to get or feel wonky to her.
Case and point -- a week or so after that incident. Some of the crew had been hanging out in the hotel bar, shutting the place down. Alex had come and gone fairly early. Despite the following day being off, he'd excused himself and retreated back to his room. There had been a few local guys hanging around the bar too. She figured that wasn't exactly normal, but as soon as news of a Hollywood film crew hit the town, the rats started coming out of the woodwork.
Addi didn't think anything of it at first. The guys had mostly been sticking to the outskirts of the bar and she had been surrounded by her own little clique -- this crew. They peered and they stared unashamedly, and she thought 'maybe that's just how they are over here'. They must've seen how the rest of the crew behaved with her. How the G&E guys joked with her. How the glam team gossiped with her. How Alex gave every ounce of his attention to her. So it should've come as no shock that they must've seen Alex leave.
When they'd shut the bar down and everyone piled into elevators depending on what floor their rooms were on, Addi found herself in one with the G&E boys. If there was any group (outside of Alex) that she'd feel safe with, it was these guys. Only these guys didn't have the wherewithall to understand when a threat was present unless it was immediate. And when the three local guys also piled into their elevator, they thought nothing of hitting the singular floor number and going on their way. But Addi noticed. Even from behind her wall of burly, bearded men, she felt the threat was a lot more present than they even knew.
Everyone exited the elevator on the same floor, and it came to no shock to Addi that the local guys hung back for awhile talking amongst themselves in a language she, or the guys she was with, could understand. They slowly began down the hallway. Each of the guys stopping short and entering their own rooms. The further they got down the hallway, the further the local guys went too. Not wanting to create much of a fuss about it, Addi quickly said goodbye to the last of the electricians and entered her room, locking the door and securing the chain behind her.
Safe there, that's where she thought it would end. Though she took a quicker shower than she might've had there not been a group of guys following her to her floor. The noise of the shower had almost lulled her into a sense of security. Only when she turned it off, she heard these loud, deep voices nearby.
With the towel wrapped around her, she poked her head out of the bathroom and looked at the door to her room. It sounded like these guys were right on the other side of it. And some quick tiptoeing to the door and peeking through the peephole, she saw that they were. She stepped back from the door, lest they be able to see the shadow of her feet underneath the door. Again, in the vein of not overreacting, she got into her pajamas and huddled in bed. Surely they'd leave soon.
An hour and a half later of them not leaving, and their voices growing even louder and sporadic bumps on her door, she was spooked enough. With a few taps on her phone, she held her phone up to her ear and apologetically explained what was happening before the line went dead.
It couldn't have been more than five minutes later that another voice joined the ruckus. This one she knew. Addi bolted up from bed and ran to the door to spy through the peephole again.
"What's up, guys?" Alex, with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, smiled sleepily at the other three guys. They responded in German, and Alex shook his head. "My German's not too good. English?"
"A little," one of the locals said.
Alex turned his head to face him. He must've been an intimidating presence to these guys. There were three of them, yet each person in that hallway knew they wouldn't be a match for Alex should he get upset.
"What's going on?" He asked again. This time they answered in broken English -- something about just hanging out. "You guys are making so much noise, we can't sleep. Security's on their way up." The local guys glanced amongst themselves. Alex smiled, almost devilishly. "Oh, I do know that German. Polizei,"
The three guys looked amongst themselves nervously, said a couple things in German, and scurried off down the hall. Alex turned to watch them. Then, with a lazy wave, "bye. Get home safe." He waited until he heard the elevator come and go before he knocked on Addi's door.
She opened it just as his knuckles made contact, and the sight she saw...? A sleepy-eyed Alexander. With hair all skewed and pointing in every direction. Grey sweatpants hung almost haphazardly on his hips. And a thin hoodie only zipped halfway up. It looked like she'd roused him from a pretty deep sleep.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know what else to do,"
"It's alright. Don't apologize," he rubbed his fist over his eye. "Are you okay?"
She nodded and chewed on the end of the sleeve of her sweatshirt. It wasn't until he half-smiled and turned to leave that she felt a pang in her stomach. "Alex," she half-stepped through the threshold towards him. He paused and looked back at her. "Do you think it'd be okay if you stayed here for a bit?"
He had already turned back for her and was ushering her back into her room before she started to explain. "I'm a little nervous they'll come back,"
Alex shut and locked the door behind them. He shuffled further into her room as she rounded the bed to the far side. As he started for the closet, presumably to look for a spare blanket, Addi felt the need to speak up again.
"You can stay in the bed if you want,"
He looked back at her. "You sure?"
"Yeah," she smiled, "it'll be like having my own personal guard dog."
He shut the closet door and pulled back the blankets to the bed, where they both slipped into it together. Alex pulled the blankets up to cover Addi's shoulders, and he turned on his side to face her. His eyes were already drifting shut, overwhelmed by sleep.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"You're welcome, kid."
He took a deep breath and settled in. Meanwhile, Addi stared at him; the soft features and hard lines of his face. Then, suddenly, she was caught when Alex peeked past his eyelids. He smiled almost imperceptibly in the dark and reached his arm out towards her. Hooked over her waist, he dragged her body across the bed, closer to him. She went easily just due to his pure strength and tried to swallow down the excitement she felt at the ease with which the action was made.
Closer now, and Alex laying in line with her, he curled forward the tiniest amount. Although he removed his arm from over her hip and placed it beneath his pillow, their foreheads were nearly touching. Addi ogled him again, for just the slightest moment before Alex took another deep breath, and she followed suit to fall asleep.
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pamthenympho · 4 months
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Time For Bed
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