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“Kiss,kill,marry”

Billy Hargrove x reader

You cry lightly into his shirt and grip his Jean jacket, he rests his chin onto of your head and arms tightly around you, you mumble though sobs “ I hate you” he rubs your back feeling guilt comes over him “ I know….I know” he’s put you through nothing but hell. The Whole relationship was hell, from the start each kiss and touch was purely to not feel alone both didn’t want commitment but both didn’t want the other in someone else’s arms so this whole thing was running off of the fear of being alone. Both you fighting like cats and dogs, so many bruises or cuts from passed fights. You couldn’t count it on your fingers how many times you fought with him, morning till night you both fought only having genuine moments when one was hurt or in pain by an emotional situation. When billy father would rage, you broke down the door next to killing the man for being inches from billy. if billy didn’t grab you, you be in prison rn. Him the same when your mother spoke down on you or got loud. He was right there with open arms, he knew how to soothe you and he had all the right words but when the moment passed and a rumor or comments were made, even the slightest change in a mood and you both saw red. But god forbid a man or woman looked either way. Tonight wasn’t the case, billy finally crossed a line. He went to a party, when you arrived you caught him kissing some blond. When he noticed you. You saw his eyes go almost blank, deer in headlights. You stormed off. He ran after you only to meet you in the front yard, you didn’t know you could get this angry but you turn punching him in the jaw, he fell back shocked holding his soon to be bruised jaw, you yelled and called him every name in the book. Out of it all what broke him was how emotionless your eyes were when you said “ I hate you william Hargrove” you meant it, other arguments you say it but he knew ya didn’t mean it this one hit him hard. When he finally got home, he broke down crying. Max was so scared she came to him, asking if he was dying. She’s seen her brother broken but to cry this hard broke even her. After a month of the argument, billy was not the same, he went quite even snapping at his friends and slowly starting to distance himself from everyone. You noticed and thought that he finally found a girl and was keeping her secret. You being a master over thinker, the thought drove you crazy so much so you went to him in rage. But when he saw you, he never moved so quickly to hold you, as you yelled and beat at his chest. He felt a calm come over him and he held you tighter, you kinda calmed down not expecting this from him. “ billy” the way he looked up broke you. you pushed back, backing away “ no,no” he reached out gently around your face, kissed you deeply, you felt the tension and anger, rage, sadness in this kiss and like every single “break up” you kissed back returning it, you ran your fingers through his hair as he brought you closer. You pulled back as you both breathed heavy. Looking into each other’s eyes. You felt your body just become tired and angry, heavy tears ran down your face. He pulled you closer into his chest. You sobbed “ I hate you” he only held you tighter “ forgive me y/n, forgive me please” you never heard him beg even when he’s father held broke bottles to his throat he didn’t beg but this was a beg to live and not be alone “ y/n please, stay with me” you felt his chest rumble and shoulders shake “ I’ll be better y/n please “ you look up seeing the blue eyes you loved ooo so much pooled with tears and filled pain “ y/n pl-“ you cut his off, being inches from his face cupping his cheeks and crying too.” Ooo shut up” you sighed “ why do we do this “ he felt his chest become tight and his skin go cold, he knew the real reason but never said it out loud. You look at him “ why billy, why” he moves your hands with his having you lean on his chest. “ we fear being alone” you felt you heart ache, he was right. He was always right. You lean ur head kissing his jaw moving your arm over his shoulder. “But do you love me “ without hesitation he spoke

“ yes, I adore you “ you turn looking into his eyes searching for a lie but found nothing. He looks up “ do you love me “ you smile lightly “ yes”. Let’s just say the next morning you woke up in his bed, both naked intertwined with each other and in love.

Hope for the hopeless

Billy Hargrove x reader

“WILLIAM” you growled, you glared at him so hard your upper lip twitched as you came through the door slamming it behind you. He laid his weights down looking over his shoulder putting his cigarette out. Meeting your glare just to return it “ y/n” he turned fully then the fighting ensued. “ you really think I’m that dumb “ you stick ur finger in his face “ whatever she said was a lie, you really have no faith y/n” you didn’t know why but you pushed him back yelling at him. Growled as you both were in each other’s face yelling. “ ya know what billy, ya know what “ in his cocky tone he mocked you “ know what y/n , know what” he had his hand on his hip still fuming. You look him dead in the eye “ we are done, and I mean it. All we do is fight and all I ever hear is how you miss your whores. Thinking your comments are funny. Then on top of it you just let two of the schools biggest idiots run me Into the ground. You know they start all the rumors along with your little whores” you were fuming at this point finger in his face “ then I hear about how your talking to mrs.wheeler, ya think that’s funny. She’s in her thirties” he rolled his eyes, “ it was harmless” he glared, you glared back only seeing red. When you threw the phone book by the door At him, took the brut of it to his arms and you just kinda started to back up and smile in a way to seem annoying. “ ya know what have. A good life” you ripped the necklace off throwing it to his feet, before he could get a word out” you slammed the door. Billy looked towards the door in a frozen state trying to even process what had happened, it all hit him when the necklace laid on the ground, in his heart he felt the realization that it was over, there wasn’t gonna be a next time by the time he reached the door you were already gone. He gripped the necklace “ y/n “. For the next couple days, he held this hope like he always did, knowing you come back and kiss him and hold him. You come to the pool or pop up at his. Window, he would stay up an extra hour at night waiting for your little tap but it never came. He thought he was okay, he thought you just needed space and you be back in no time but no, a week turned into two then two to three. He sat on the post at the pool, a part of him waiting for you to come in but ya never did. He felt his heart start to really sink, he messed up and he needed you. He signed running his fingers through this hair, he sat on his bed staring into space, it all hit him hard. A tear fell down his cheek. After that night he didn’t care what he did or needed to say, he needed you. It was late like midnight when he broke and came to your window he looked in seeing your back to the window, he felt a smile forming on his lips seeing you in his tshirt. He tapped lightly causing you to jump, which honestly happened even when he called you to tell you. Your face shifted through many emotions, you over close opening it “ bill-“ he cut you, placing his hand behind you head and kissed you deeply, you didn’t understand why you always fell again and again but the way he moved his lips made your heart skip a beat, you gripped his shirt pulling him further in lips still connected as he wrapped his arms around your waist, you jumped wrapping your legs around him, you both Fell onto your bed, both desperate and frustrated, angry but ooo so stupid for one another. You pull away feeling tears fall from your face and you finally just let it all out. The pain of the fight and days apart broke you, when you would out of habit reach for the necklace, it broke you to find your neck empty. He rested his forehead on yours wiping your tears away, the shirt you wore slightly up. He kissed you cheek and neck “ I’m sorry billy” he ran his fingers through your hair and hummed “ no y/n” he looked you in the eyes and sighs “ I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be a good boyfriend and I haven’t been, this month has been hell” you hummed “ I forgive you billy, I missed you so much “ you felt the. Tears but he just smiled kissing you more, he removed his jacket and shoes.

He move his right arm to cup your thighs and then to go under your arm, lifting you up towards your pillows, he spooned you kissing the back of your neck holding you tightly. He was so close, he felt himself becoming whole again, the only women to really learn him was back in his arms. He intertwined his fingers with yours, you giggled lightly smelling his strong Cologne and hint of cigarettes, you turn cupping his cheek kissing him deeply closing your eyes, you put all your love into that kiss. As the street lights came on. The whole world continue to spend you slept better that night. “ I love you billy”, “ I love you more y/n”

Billy Hargrove x reader toxic relationship!

To say the relationship was good would be a lie both of you on your own paths even when ur paths crossed it was a inconvenient but it kept happening. He asked ya out. Ya said yes and the rest was history only took a week for both of you to be at each other’s throats. You were possessive and a over thinker, a control freak. He was loud rude, possessive, easily provoked. So the night he said he call, he didn’t which left you to overthink. You got mad and he got frustrated with ur silence and ignoring him. He slammed your locker and the look in your eyes made him feel like his fight or flight kicked in, he returned the glare never to be overpowered or undermined. Through closed teeth you told him to meet you. When you both meet, it was good nobody was around and no real objects were around. You both went at it, you accused him of wanting another girl and he blew up because he hated explaining himself or being questioned. The night ended heated but with one gesture and one glance you both held a bond so tight. It all felt so right but it was so wrong. Both ppl with a mindset of being in control constantly brought things down in fire, you held him when he’s dad went on his rampages and beat billy or took his sons pride and stomped it, you held a part of his heart with that. He held yours by giving you the attention your dad never did, you gave him a stool, a platform, a stage to be viewed as a higher power. You wanted any male affection so the fact the most loved and wanted boy in the school wanted you gave you a sense of power. With that when you both would “break up” you both felt that void, that cold aching void. It would eat billy up when he lay in his bed with your perfume mocking him and your shoes or jacket laid in a part of his room. It all mocked him and showed him how much he missed you. For you it was the habit of looking towards the window or his leather jack draped over the chair in front of your vanity or a lighter on your side table. The make up was always like you both first meet full of genuine love and gently words. Wasn’t like you both didn’t love each other or plan a future together but you both were damaged but your traumas made you both fight. The night after the fight, he called and you went out with him, you leaned on your arm as it hung out the open window, you heard the infamous click and puff. He’s window down too. You both sat in silence, you turn ur head looking at him and he looked at you, he moved his hand around your throat placing butterfly kissed your lip, not long kisses but some that lingered on your lips made ya forget. The taste of the cigarette was on his lips but ya didn’t care. His thumb moved over your lips after the kisses, he hums “why do we do this” you felt how your heart ached, you knew what he meant. Why do we fight and argue but come back to this. “ because we know nobody else wants us like we want each other” you said it so coldly, it was as if billy shiver. He moved his hand behind your head, you felt his fingertips on your scalp, closing your eyes sinking into his touch, you turn your head seeing the baby blue eyes that can turn dark in a minute stare back at you. You wanted to kill for him but kill him at the same time. You look over him seeing his red shirt slightly unbuttoned and his gold locket rest over his collar bone, you move your fingers up holding it in your palm on his chest. You both would just touch to touch not a sexual touch but a touch to make ya imprint on it, a touch that made ya rethink it and giggle and stomach flip. He’s hand moved to your cheek as he leaned closer, you moved your hands to his neck as your lips connect, you lived off his kisses. The way they moved and just fit yours so perfect got you every time, how his hand would wrap around ya and rest on your hips as you both kissed deeply, you wrap your arms around his neck. Between kisses he say I love you pulling you closer, you both wised to breath another way hating to pull apart but both always left breathing heavy and flustered. You would kiss his chin and neck,

he would kiss your forehead and nose. A deep passion full of love and want along with desire a unhealthy desire. Only to have it be covered by the arguments or rumors. You wished for theses moments to be forever but you never held you tongue and he never held his which was the cause of petty arguments and unresolved issue. Why did everything have to end with a finger in the face or a door coming off the hinges. The fire you both held was the same that burned you both. But this moment made you believe in hope for you both, a memory to keep the “break ups” a joke, even ppl at school knew that if someone heard of you both breaking up, they would laugh knowing the case and the process. You laugh lightly still up on him, he raises a brow humming. You smile “ we are terrible” he only hums and kisses you again. “ but we are stuck together” and that’s what you wanted to hear till you die.

Sleepy Cuddles

Masterlist

Type: fluff

Requested by: @tripthlightfantastic

Request: i’d die for eddie cuddling reader when they can’t sleep (i have the worst insomnia lol)

A/N: Thank you for requesting! (It takes me ages to fall asleep as well lol so I know the feeling.) I actually really enjoyed writing this, it was really cute. It did end up being shorter than I thought it would be, but I hope you enjoy! If you do, keep in mind that my requests are open!

Warnings: none

Word Count: 436

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With a sigh, you turned over for what felt like the hundredth time since you’d laid down a few hours prior. As an insomniac, the experience wasn’t exactly uncommon - just incredibly unwelcome. You turned your head, checking the clock which read 3:26 in big bright red letters. Huffing out another exasperated breath, you turned again, this time facing the other figure in the bed, who, unlike yourself, had fallen asleep hours ago.

For as long as you’d been staying over at his trailer, Eddie had never had any trouble falling asleep quickly. He knew about your sleeping problems, sure, and he always vowed to stay up and try to help you fall asleep to no avail. But sometimes, like tonight, you’d see him stir in his sleep from one too many movements on your behalf. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking a couple times before noticing your soft e/c eyes watching him.

“Can’t sleep?” He murmured softly, sleep still lacing his voice as he tried desperately to wake himself up a bit more for your sake. You nodded, knowing you didn’t have to explain yourself. He just understood. Without a word, he lifted his arm towards you, gesturing for you to come closer. You flipped yourself around and shifted closer, your back pressed against his chest, letting him be the big spoon tonight. He let his arm drop once you were situated, resting it across your waist and letting his other arm snake around your chest, pulling you closely against him. You felt him bury his face in your hair, his light breaths tickling the back of your neck and making you giggle, which in turn, made a lazy smile grace his lips.

You were so grateful for Eddie. You both knew the only way you could get to sleep at this point was if you were in his arms, and him being the fidgety person he was, he never stayed in one position very long whilst sleeping. However, for you, he was willing to lay in the same way for hours just to let you get a little bit of sleep.

You heard him yawn from behind you, and you knew he was barely keeping his eyes open, but he was trying for you. As your eyes finally began to droop, you felt him place a gentle kiss to the back of your neck, followed by a barely audible “I love you.” “Mmm, love you too,” you whispered back, nestling your body back into his and finally allowing yourself to drift off into a peaceful slumber with the love of your life beside you.

In the Black Widow’s Nest (Henry Creel x Reader) 🕷️Chapter 2🕷️

*GIF not mine*

Summary:

Prince Henry of the Creel Dynasty is finally in search of a wife, and in the spirit of courtship, King Victor has invited young royalty from all neighboring kingdoms to vie for his hand. But with so much royalty introduces the need for many more maids in the castle than usual.

Enter: You.

You’re nothing but a servant in his home, an intruder in his prized library, and an utter nuisance in his mind. But then you survive his attack, and in an unexpected way nonetheless. That makes you… interesting.

You’ve caught his eye—congratulations! Now, you must deal with the consequences of loving a heartless prince in a world where far worse things lurk in the castle than dirty garderobes.

Chapter 1

A/N: yay, another chapter! and not a million bajillion months later, either, aren’t u guys lucky? I worked hard on this one! Let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 4809

The maids of the castle did not have an organized way of awakening. The first one to rise from her cot never rang a bell, nor did she make a sound as she bumbled about the room. The others simply roused at her activity and moved to follow her lead. A soft ray of warmth would peek through window curtains, illuminating the rumpled sheets and the scuffling shoes as the ladies donned their uniforms: white pinafores over black smocks, black sleeves down to the wrists with white cuffs, white bows, black slippers.

A light chatter had begun after one maid, a new recruit hired for the season, had asked another for assistance in tying the pinafore’s bow at her back. By the time the bow was finished, the rest of the room had followed suit. Conversations erupted, and some of the more experienced women had taken to helping the newcomers with their garments. When one began to brush her own hair, so did another. When one adjusted the strap on her own shoe, so did another.

They moved as one body and looked as one body, as was expected of them. None dared to lose their opportunity to work with the castle's wages and living, especially during such a season.

The prince of the Creel Dynasty was finally searching for a wife.

The kingdom had long awaited this announcement from the handsome young heir. In preparation for the many balls, galas, and other festivities promised by this news, the castle staff had welcomed a myriad of new members, all of whom had to be trained before the kingdom could host any visiting royalty.

The maids, therefore, had the strictest schedules and regimens. The nature of their duties made it most plausible to come in contact with a royal, and such required a level of propriety unobserved by them in their previous homes.

But a new fear had struck the collective consciousness of the trainees.

One that made the threat of interacting with royals all the more potent.

You rose from your cot at the tap of the girl beside you. A fierce spasming fired along your spine, where your new wounds must have reopened from the movement.

Briefly, you considered lying back down, letting your headache swallow you whole. Considered Miss Miriam, in a devilish state, screaming at you, dismissing you, dragging you out of the castle. Crawling back home with no money, nothing to show for your promises of dragging them out of the village and whisking them away to a life of less hell. You consider coming out of the castle like you came in. Still nothing. Having nothing.

But a pretty sight struck you—Miss Miriam, with her crop, coming up behind you, and you, twisting and grabbing her by her gray hair, shoving her face into a used chamber pot.

Then swatting the old harpy with her own weapon.

A smile split your face, causing the bruise on your cheek to throb.

One day.

But until that day, you were stuck here under the shameless eyes of your own fellow maids. The show Miss Miriam had put on for the others was one that must be burned into the backs of their eyelids, because the maids did one of two things.

They watched you, or they blinked.

You folded in on yourself, turning away and grasping your uniform tucked neatly beneath your bed. When you rose back up and reached for the hem of your nightdress, you hesitated.

The gazes were so heavy you could drown. Even now, you could feel the oozing blood sticking to the thick fabric. However prominent the bruise on your face was nothing compared to artwork that mangled your back; something was peeling, another splitting, and much was bleeding. It was all one collective wound, one scab healing so slowly that any movement you made renewed the process.

You did everything quickly and quietly. You tore off your dress, peeling off fresh skin with it, and stretched the other one over your head, thankful the black smock wouldn’t stain so evidently. The gasps didn’t slow you down. You tugged on your shoes and straightened your sleeves. You whisked your hair out of your face as you worked, tightening and adjusting and grimacing your way through it.

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall. You were surprised you had any left after last night—your own tongue sat as dry as a rock in your mouth. How could there be more?

But they sprang forth when you pulled the pinafore over your sleeves and realized you couldn’t tie the bow yourself. Not as tightly as it should be. Your own body wouldn’t let you do such a thing to your wound.

You needed help. Would any of them be willing to even speak to you? To be seen associating with the first pariah of the group?

You couldn’t imagine yourself doing it. Self-preservation was at an all-time high after your public whipping. Would anyone even believe that you hadn’t wanted any of this? That you hadn’t been a crown-hunting girl begging for trouble? That something bordering on preternatural had invaded your mind and drowned out your senses, and all you could do was cling onto another human as you grappled for reality—who gave a damn if the man just happened to be Prince Henry, the one person women in all the known kingdoms were trying to obtain?

No.

No one would believe you.

Dear God, you sounded deranged. One step away from fleeing into the woods waving sticks and crying demon at every creature you crossed.

The church bells, of all things, being the sounds you’d heard when your own life was slipping away before your eyes. You may as well hang yourself right now, if the king couldn’t decree it any faster.

You dropped the two fabric strings of the pinafore with a muffled snivel, cupping your bruised cheek and letting your eyes fall closed.

Three months. Just three months to shed the new label and secure yourself a permanent position in the castle. Real servants’ lodgings, proper pay, daily meals. You could live the rest of your life not acknowledged by another soul if you could just stay here, safe and content and unheeded.

What more could a person want out of life?

A gentle touch at your shoulder blade drew your attention, and you flinched away before it got any closer to your injuries. You spun around and bumped into your cot, eyeing the other maid warily. Her gaze was kind and bordered on innocent, vibrant blue barely peeking out from behind a wall of curly brown hair. She looked about your age, and at first glance, you would never notice the proud, acute way she held herself.

Like she always knew what she was doing, and yet always knew too much.

And when she offered her hands like a sign of peace, you did not try to back away again. Far be it from you to reject the first kindness you had experienced since you had arrived here.

“I can tie your bow, if you like?”

That same accent, unrefined when compared to what usually bounced off the gilded walls, and you surmise that she must have come from another small village like yours. Unlike you, however, she seemed to have less fear when navigating through unfamiliarities like castles and cruel maids.

Why else would she bother offering the one persona non grata a helping hand?

You pause at her offer, gnawing on your lip as though you had other options to consider. Perhaps there was some ill intent to her aid, but even if there was, you couldn’t figure out what and why and why bother.

“Yes…” you swallowed. “Please.”

She smiled gently and gestured for you to turn around. When her hands tied the bow, it was all light fingers and quiet conversations.

Her name was Nancy, and you learned she had come from the village next to yours. When she couldn’t get a job working for a seamstress, she wound up as something of a governess in the kingdom’s walls, traversing back and forth between her home and those of higher standings nearer to the castle. She was good at watching children, but the castle was offering far more than royalty’s butlers and vicars could afford.

And she was also very sorry for you. What happened yesterday was hard to watch.

You asked her to tighten the bow, dismissing her small hum of concern, and swallowed the bile that rose when the pinafore dug securely into the gashes of your back.

You both knew she had been fixing to leave it loose, letting you decide if the risk of an untidy uniform was worth the comfort.

It wasn’t.

The other maids, it seemed, had grown uninterested the second your wounds were covered for what would be the remainder of the day, and returned to normal conversation. Few glances were thrown your way since Nancy had tied your bow, and you noticed yet another phenomenon.

Caught up in a sea of black and white, the only difference between you and Nancy, between any one maid and another, was her hair. Brunette and blond hair intermixed with black and ginger, all blended seamlessly when plaited or swept up into a bun.

Yours hung loose and knotted down your back, and without a word, Nancy began to wisp the tendrils into a braid. You wanted to stop her, but you couldn’t. Your own arms could barely raise as high as your heart, and your hands shook the second they entered your vision, lifted to stop Nancy’s at your nape.

“There,” she murmured, dismissing your thanks, “now you really blend in. By tonight, the others won’t even remember which bed you’re in.”

“Should I be concerned they know that now?”

She laughed softly. “I suppose not, although I have overheard a few girls bitter about you being with a royal.”

You blanched. “What? That’s what they’re focused on?”

Maybe… maybe you should have guessed some of them might focus on that fact. But look where it got you, and you hadn’t even been trying.

Properly flogged, and now in the sights of one Miss Miriam.

Nancy shrugs. “Just a few. Most have been scared for you. But,” she pauses, pursing her lips, “you must understand that we’re… thankful, in a cruel way.”

Of course. You could understand that.

It terrified you, angered you to no end, but you understood it. Someone had to be a lesson for the others. A demonstration. The new maids needed a spectacle to understand where the power lied—that power did not lie solely within royalty. There were pockets of it left scattered throughout the castle, and cruel-enough servants snatched it up whenever possible, and lorded it over whoever would listen.

But… you wanted to cry at the unfairness of it all. You never thought it would be you.

The collective consciousness reigned over the servants once more, and they began to line up. You spotted a girl, younger-looking than most, step away from the door, and guessed she must have heard footsteps. Nancy nodded at you before joining a line, and you followed.

Like clockwork, the door slammed open, and Miss Miriam entered with a silencing swoosh of her black smock. When her second-in-command entered, goosebumps ran down your spine.

You could still feel yourself struggling in her arms, sobs wracking their way through you as she steadied your form for another lashing. Your heartbeat began thundering in your back, right underneath the bow of the pinafore.

“Ladies, today is a day of utmost importance.” With small, black eyes narrowed and surveying each and every young girl before her, Miss Miriam furrowed her brow and frowned, wrinkles tracing the expressions with ease. Her face pinched together so tightly it resembled a sun-dried grape. “The royal family will be welcoming four promising princesses today, and it will be your duty to clean every inch of the castle they will roam upon before they arrive. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Miss Miriam.”

“We will work as one. We will bow as one. We do everything as one, today and all days, ladies. Efficiently, and quietly.” Her eyes fell on you. “No one will cause trouble today. Understood?”

You gulped. The maids chimed together once more, and you could only mouth along with them.

“Yes, Miss Miriam.”

Her gaze left yours, and the tightening of your throat eased.

“Moira will delegate assignments. Those tidying halls will follow me.”

The hallways, all gilded columns and glistening marble, flared victoriously in the morning sun. Most aspects of the castle seemed to emphasize the Creel Monarchy’s pride, their devout sense of self-satisfaction the principal aspect of every painting, vase, and snuffed sconce.

A portrait of the long deceased King James, great-great-great-great grandfather to Prince Henry—though, you pondered calling the number of greats preceding his name into question (and the word great itself)—sneered down at you, seeming perpetually pleased to be two hundred years in the ground and still lording himself over every subject that roamed his halls.

Disdain for all others must have been passed down the family line religiously.

You dragged your eyes down and away, busying yourself instead with dusting the marbleized snoot of Julius Caesar. The crystalline windows of the castle acted like a magnifying glass against you as you worked, adding a heat to the already aching skin of your back. You were a cockroach wandering too close to a flame, and any second now you could burn up from the inside out, crushed with a crunch rather than a squelch.

Using the back of your hand, you wiped the sweat from your brow, eyes wandering dangerously to the maid who worked beside you.

Nancy, owning the more bearable appearance between the two of you, had been sent out to deliver and replace new bed sheets along with thirty other girls. But the girl beside you, taller and owning a mess of dirty blonde hair swept into an apathetic bun, had somewhat of the same spirit of Nancy. A small glimmer of rebellion shone in her eyes each time Miss Miriam wandered far enough down the glittering hallway so as to only be seen by squinting.

Then, with a wry twitch of her freckled face, she’d rasp five blasphemies she’d decided described the witch in that moment.

Musty shrew appeared to be a favorite.

The girl glanced up from where she had been polishing a rickety wooden chair and flashed you a smile, glancing each way before rising from her knees and approaching. She reached out and plopped the brush she had been using on the table holding the marble statue head, and plugged a finger into each of its ears.

“I don’t suppose Jesus here will strike me down for my profanity, will he?”

You looked down. Chiseled above its wrinkled forehead was a laurel crown, and you couldn’t recall a Bible passage describing Jesus’ sabbatical in Rome. You blinked at her.

“I’m pretty sure that’s Julius Caesar.”

The blonde glances at the statue again, gray eyes darting over it before she shrugs. “Same difference. If there is a sculpture of Jesus somewhere in this castle, I have no doubt he’s going to receive the same mouthful of feathers you’re forcing on poor Caesar here.”

“Only if Miss Miriam deems it so.” You nodded your head in the skeletal maid’s direction. “Her words are as good as gospel, after all.”

“And yet, each time she speaks, I feel like I’m taking orders from Satan.”

You let out a ghost of a laugh, biting your tongue when your wounds contract and throb.

Her face splits into a smile, and she lets out a short laugh too. Something flits along her face, though, and you get the sense you didn’t hide your pain well enough. The subject is easily danced around; the maid releases her grip on the statue and instead grasps her skirt, lowering into a teasing curtsy. “The name is Robin, milady.” Her eyelashes flutter rapidly and she waggles her fingers in the air, perfectly, in your opinion, mimicking the interactions between royalty that you’ve seen thus far. Haughty, majestic, and filled with intentions barely skin-deep.

You do the same.

She lets your name roll off her tongue a few times, letting it thud against the crisp white walls in her hoarse tone before saying decidedly, “Very fitting.”

Before long, Miss Miriam decides the hallway is clean enough and herds all the maids, the vast majority of them being newcomers like you, out and away into the next wing.

A chill wracks through you when the word “residential” gets passed down the line of one hundred girls, followed by “prince” and “bedroom” and “handsome.” You scan the white, stone columns as you pass, watching them curve into elegant archways shadowed through the frosted windows. This wing is covered in significantly less dust, and a faint scent of roses and pines floats in the air.

You try to flood out the memories, thinking vigorously about the red carpet before you, the soft slap of two hundred clogs, small shuffles and whispers. Everything around you you swallow up whole, eyes wide as though it will help you take in everything and think about nothing. But you cannot avoid it for long; not when you pass by the entrance to the royal throne room, in all its scintillating enormity, golden thrones set with silk, inlaid with gemstones, all wide open spaces.

And hovering above all four was a single, large oil portrait of the living Creel sovereigns.

King Victor, with his light blue eyes caving underneath the lustrous crown, crisp white beard neatly trimmed. His hand hovered over his wife’s shoulder, smile thin and pale.

Queen Virginia, known for her devout faith and kindness, her amber hair falling in ringlets down to her sides. She sat prim and proper on a ruby-cushioned chair, hands folded prettily, eyes dim.

Princess Alice, the spitting image of her mother, bar her father’s eyes and the last twenty years. Second only to her brother in terms of popularity in the kingdom and out, something distinctly complacent set her brows in such a way you knew instantly why she was desirable to royals and dodged by anyone below them.

And then him.

A part of you hadn’t believed Miss Miriam when she’d called him so.

Your Highness.

But as you looked at him now, standing taller than the rest of his blood, proud and ramrod straight, broad shoulders held back by an invisible force, you knew the portraitist had gotten something wrong.

The hair was right; the golden crown of tousled waves, parted neatly and befitting him far more than any scrap of the earth. The lips, pink and pronounced, and the softness of his brow, and, of course, his posture. All perfect.

But it wasn’t Prince Henry. Not quite.

The eyes. Slate blue and cold, cold, cold. How could the artist have not seen that?

Instead, they were warm and too dark a blue. Almost navy, and gentle, and so soft he almost looked like he was frozen in a smile.

No, no. That wasn’t the Prince Henry you had seen.

Where was the darkness? The cruelty? The evil that shadowed every inch of him?

This was some sterilized version of the crown prince, some unattainable, unreliable, utterly purified visage of him being displayed to the kingdoms in pastime.

He radiated divinity, in and out of the portrait. But without that quality of his that effused danger so potently, you could not help but feel the kingdoms were being sold a lie.

The nervous hiss of your name and a strong grip rattling at your wrist spared you from Prince Henry’s trance once more.

Too much power, he had. Too much… something.

“I get it,” Robin whispered, eyes flitting back and forth as the herd marched on, “completely, I understand. But, you cannot just stand and stare at royalty all day. That’s kind of how you…” she gnawed at the inside of her cheek, “you know, got into your situation in the first place. I’d hate to think what Miss Mule would do if she caught you with a Creel of all people.”

You hesitate to tell her that it was, in fact, a Creel that had gotten you in this position. But if Miss Miriam had decided to hide that information from others, you could only guess there was some merit to hiding that you’d thrown your arms around a prince that was already in high demand.

You had wound up committing one of the worst possible treasons with the worst possible man. You supposed it was quite like learning to swim a day prior and diving into a deep lake the very next day—you’d hit rock-bottom, and you’d only just begun.

To think you shouldn’t already be swinging by your neck right now, face blue and tongue swollen, had the head maid hoarded some minute amount of mercy for you.

That, or she’d known your actions had no great impact upon the integrity of the prince’s pursuits—whether it be accidental or otherwise, Miss Miriam viewed yesterday’s nightmare as a tragic attempt to escape your fate, some sick wishing turned to action wherein you wooed the prince and thus he would marry you.

Of all people. You.

You could retch at the thought.

You’d been raised proper, your parents teaching you well about respect, understanding who deserved it and who did not. They had also taught you that people could be born deserving respect, that it was some inherent betterness of their circumstances that, in turn, warranted curtsies and bowed heads.

Which, in your humble opinion, seemed utter tosh, but so be it. For now, you had a head on your shoulders, feasted somewhat regularly, and slept in warmth. Your clothing had not been sewn by your own hands, and your family was receiving enough coins to not worry about your wellbeing.

No matter that they probably should.

Far be it from you to look gift horses in their mouths, but you felt yourself afforded a nice level of circumspection after your back had been torn to ribbons for a mishap over which you had no control.

You didn’t want to marry the prince. You didn’t want to touch him, and you didn’t want to think about him. And, ignoring all the memories of his larger hands, his blue gaze, his golden strands, and how he may haunt you for years to come, you were quite certain you never wanted to see Prince Henry ever again.

Your back twinged in agreement.

The multitude of fluttering pinafores ahead of you slowed their swishing. Clomping clogs eased into a gentle tapping and finally stopped, and the movements were imparted upon the rest of the maids. A smaller form bumped into your back, and you flinched away, spinning and biting back a cry.

A maid a few years younger than you gaped her mouth, innocence and fear mingling in her expression as brown curls fell over her brow. She seemed so much smaller than the others, more unwitting. Your eyes fell to her hand, a clenched fist in the creases of your skirt, as it hesitatingly fell away.

More distanced shuffling disseminated down the corridor, and you watched the assorted heads of hair in front of you split and separate, clinging to either wall, leaving a wide breadth of distance for someone to pass through. Sunlight filtered between the silent shadows of maids and formed a golden glow of a path.

You followed the others and split off to one side, opposite a window, and grasped blindly for Robin’s hand when she didn’t move to follow. A gentle tug at the fabric of your backside conveyed that the other, younger maid had restored her grip.

From your position, the sun blinded you heavily, and you squinted as a yellow shine overtook everything you saw. White spots splattered your vision when you blinked, but you looked past the maids anyway, curiosity jostling its way down the two lines.

“Your Highness.”

So far ahead, you couldn’t see and only heard Miss Miriam and her staunch and clear-cut announcement. That same loyal tone, somewhat saccharine, frayed your nerves in a second.

The prince?

Curtsies flowed like a wave through the maids, and when you bent low, head bowed, Robin and the young maid followed on either side of you, just as gawky. Nobody rose, and, per Miss Miriam’s orders, nobody would rise until the royalty had passed.

But… dear God, wasn’t it an awful affair that you could tell who it was without even looking? That you could feel a quiet sizzle over the rows of women and girls alike, heard the soft, prideful gait of his finely polished boots.

Back in your village, you’d hated how slowly people could walk. How they’d force you to flounder behind them as they puttered, how they could wander one way and then the other, each footstep a guess. Like they had all the time in the world.

You never would have guessed that a fast pace could be just as troubling. Like he couldn’t stand to be in the same corridor with so many servants, Prince Henry was a brisk wind over the ruby carpets. Even so, you could feel the rise and fall of elation, soft gasps partnered with perfectly timed peeks.

He was a sight to behold—that much had been imprinted on your mind. But he couldn’t possibly be as rumpled as he’d been in the depths of the frosty library, hair thoroughly rakish, white tunic clinging to his golden skin. No; royals held a certain standard of propriety, even as they indulged in the most hedonistic of lifestyles. He must be sheathed in some proper velvet tailcoat, and his face must be severe and sharp, slicing along everything he saw.

Breathtaking in an entirely different way, you were sure.

No, you didn’t look. You couldn’t. You can’t.

Not even as his footsteps approach.

You focus your gaze on your swinging braids, watching them refuse to settle against some unknown breeze. A strain forms in your knuckles with how hard you grip your skirt, and your spine throbs with each heartbeat against the tightened back of your uniform.

Prince Henry slows.

The atmosphere tightens around your little grouping of maids, sun soaking into your black clothing so heavily you can barely breathe.  

We must be in front of a door, some corner he needs to turn to. Something.

Some disturbed pulsing blossoms in your gut when he stops just before you, black boots just inches away. Lithe fingers laden with metal rings hover in your vision.

Prince Henry’s too close all over again.

You want to cry out; you want to say nothing and everything. You want to sink into the furthest recesses of your home miles away just as much as you want to stand at the top of a hill and hold your arms out, waiting for it all.  

Your heart is racing—wild, damned little thing. An insufferable hypocrite after all the ways it had condemned him yesterday for what had happened.

Fingertips, gentle and soft as a single breath, rise and brush over your flaming cheekbone.

A tingle of pain jolts through the bruise so suddenly you flinch away, followed by an indifferent grunt that hangs in the air.

No pity in the sound. No remorse. Barely a hint of acknowledgment.

You want to cradle your cheek and press, hard, at the bridge of your nose, will those wobbling tears to stop. His hand hovers again, twitches near, and, when you lean some scant distance away, falls back to his side.

Within that same second, the boots that hadn’t even turned toward you stalk away. Still fast and proud, no more slows and stops. No more grunts.

But, without a doubt, it was Prince Henry. You’d peeked as the other maids had peeked.

You’d done all that they had done, yet you knew that single touch had doomed you.

That must have been his game. A nice bit of teasing for the maid who'd embraced him; let her be thoroughly beaten down to her station. It was some cruel recognition of what happened to you, some silent sanctioning of a proper punishment.  

Servant does a bad thing; servant gets punished by her peer.

Royal approves. No blood on his hands.

You were right, of course. That portrait was missing Prince Henry’s most vital characteristic: Wickedness.

When the maids rise from their curtsies, trembling thighs and huffed breaths, all eyes fall on you. A range of emotions bombard you before you can rub your cheek.

Wonder.

Awe.

Envy.

And—you can only assume from the thundering footsteps—Miss Miriam’s unparalleled rage.

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In the Black Widow’s Nest (Henry Creel x Reader) 🕷️Chapter 1🕷️

*GIF not mine*

Summary: 

Prince Henry of the Creel Dynasty is finally in search of a wife, and in the spirit of courtship, King Victor has invited young royalty from all neighboring kingdoms to vie for his hand. But with so much royalty introduces the need for many more maids in the castle than usual.

Enter: You.

You're nothing but a servant in his home, an intruder in his prized library, and an utter nuisance in his mind. But then you survive his attack, and in an unexpected way nonetheless. That makes you... interesting. 

You've caught his eye---congratulations! Now, you must deal with the consequences of loving a heartless prince in a world where far worse things lurk in the castle than dirty garderobes.

A/N: All i ask is that u imagine henry creel’s evil face on jace wayland’s body that’s it that’s all u gotta do, the fic will do the rest. this may or may not be a series, i do have a few ideas for it (but let it be known begging will not speed up the process). one final comment: henry creel hot. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 4328

Amongst the cobwebs, the dust, and the black widows, in the abandoned royal library surrounded by the scent of mildew and what once was and is no longer, a pair of eyes watched your every move. Like two frozen fingers poking into the back of your skull, the gaze ran chills down your spine and tightened the muscles in your shoulder blades.

Every move you made was stiff. Despite the season outside being spring, winter had found perpetuity within the four towering walls. There were no windows nor any lit chandeliers; the only light was provided by the brass candlestick that had been forced into your hand before you were thrown into the library, with the promise of being released after ten hours or at the the sight of one hundred spotless, unblemished bookshelves—whichever came first. 

Decidedly, you had three hours left. 

The candle was almost completely diminished to a pool of wax, and the flame on its wick had long weakened and begun flickering. You suspected one last breeze would leave you in complete darkness and at the mercy of whomever was watching you from the shadows. No matter how many times you weaved in and out of the bookshelves that stood at twice your height, five parallel rows of grimy mahogany stacked with fading leather spines, you could not escape the unmistakable feeling. 

This person had not made a sound when they had entered the room. There were no new footsteps tracked in the dust layered on the floor aside from yours, and you had not even heard the twin doors creak open as they had when you entered. You couldn’t hear them over your own breathing and certainly not over the pounding of your heart. 

With every precarious flick of your feather duster over the worn titles, the clouds of your efforts mingled with those of your own exhales. You kept your gaze low, eyes focused on only the task in front of you with the hope—artificial hope—that if you did not disturb them with your own attention, they would eventually remove theirs from you. 

Time trudged by as you shifted from bookshelf to bookshelf, the clogs on your feet scraping the hardwood floors. You kept a wooden chair in tow, collected from one of the tables arranged in the center of the room, and dragged it in closer to the nearest bookshelf, clambering atop the seat and lifting onto your toes to dust the top row of books. The cobwebs were thickest here, spiders having been left to their lonesome far too long and creating their own colony. 

You could barely reach and dusted blindly, allowing the length of the feathers to do most of the work as you ignored the cramps festering throughout your calves. A soft gust of wind floated past and tousled the flyaways at your brow, and as you purse your lips to blow them back and out of your lashes, the room flickered and fell into darkness. 

The candle had finally gone out. 

You squinted and hissed a curse under your breath, your gaze snapping to the outline of the table, where you could barely make out the bowl of wax and nothing more. Just my luck, you thought as you withdrew your feather duster from the bookshelf top. You would have to retrieve a new taper from one of the maids’ closets, though you sincerely doubted the head maid would be all too pleased with your explanation.

Excuses, excuses, you could imagine her barking at you, ire swirling in her small, black eyes. Candles don’t just go out on their own.

“She’ll probably just set my hand on fire and lock me back in here,” you grumbled, huffing as you grabbed the backing of your chair to dismount. A faint tickle on the back of your hand drew your attention. “Hell will freeze over before she—”

Spider.

You yelped, a blasphemy falling from your lips as your clogs slipped on the polished wood seat. Your back hit the ground first, a pained shock shooting from your tailbone up to where your head smacked against the ground with the whiplash of your fall. 

White sparkles lit up your vision, and you sputtered out a cough, not bothering to blink them away. An ache throbbed at your lower back, pulsing at the same wavelength as the ringing in your ears and drawing a groan from your lips. An odd smarting festered up your spine, not unlike a chill. 

Carefully, you slumped back, your head resting against the hard floor and your legs straightening out. You didn’t want to get back up; you didn’t want to move. For a few moments, you let the pain overcome you while you wheezed for breath, choking on the dust that had become unsettled by your fall. It rose and hung in the dark air around you, blurred and wavering with your heartbeat. 

For a few moments, you forgot that someone had been watching you. 

And you certainly didn’t want to know where the spider had wound up. 

The smallest vibration of light footsteps trembled underneath your fingertips, and a sharp pain shot through your skull. Light, blinding and bright and excruciatingly insistent, is all you can see when the vibration stops and some glowing form hinges over you. 

“Not dead,” are the words you think you hear, husked in a monotonous, low gravel and feeding into the loud hum in your head. It’s muffled between the blood pounding in your ears and the hazy confusion that had begun to fog over your mind. 

“Not yet, at least.”

You licked your lips, eyes fluttering closed, then open, then closed again. “What?” you mumbled breathlessly. 

The glowing form dims, gradually painted by an orange hue. When metal thuds on wood, you guess it must be a candle joining your pool of wax on the table, and before long the presence hovers over you again. Tree sap swarms where the scent of mildewed books had been lingering, and, in a cruel twist of fate, you hazard a guess that this is one of the courtiers the head maid had shrilled about avoiding at all costs. 

Or worse—a member of the royal family. 

But how? And why? None of them would ever idle about in a damp, endlessly cold library. The smell bordered on revolting, half of the volumes were wrinkled and illegible, and you couldn’t walk two steps inside without grime caking your face and clothes. Not to mention, the spiders. Disgusting, horrid spiders. 

Black widows, if the head maid was to be believed. 

The wintry library would never be home to festivities of the upper class, not even the occasional unsolicited rendezvous. There were dining rooms and bedrooms and poor, innocent gardens for all the horrific things they did to one another; entire wings dedicated to the sybaritic tendencies of royalty. 

But this man before you—oh, how otherworldly he was. 

You could believe that he had been the one watching you with how his eyes pierced you in this moment, a being such as him the only one capable of having a tangible effect with a single glance. 

You took in his sharp cheekbones, the soft slope of his nose, his slate blue eyes. His face was haloed by mussed, golden hair, and two pale pink lips set against each other as a look of disinterest with ease. His entire appearance, from his lithe figure to the way his eyes dragged over you, exuded a superiority that had been trained to perfection. 

Staring at him felt like drinking a sweet wine, far too indulgent and alluring to ever be truly satiated, and yet you know all too well it would be condemning to keep on as you are. You know this man has a rank heavens above yours; his skin, tanned and unblemished, has never felt the dust and dirt that encompasses you every day, and his body has never held your scars.

In your muddled daze, you imagined barreling headfirst into damnation for acquainting with this handsome being. Whether he be a marquess or a lord or, God forbid, even a duke, being seen in such close quarters with him was strictly forbidden, especially with the royal prince’s season for courting beginning in a week. 

And then you felt yourself spiraling—you imagined him curling over you, his deft fingers sliding underneath your nape, tracing the curve of your scalp and feeling for injury. You imagined his eyes warming pleasantly as he found you safe and unharmed. You imagined he gave a damn. 

But he didn’t. He never would. 

His hands fell to his hips, the loosely fitted, half-unbuttoned white tunic he donned exposing more toned skin while he glowered down at you.

He certainly wasn’t going to wax poetic about your welfare. 

“No blood.” His head tilted to one side slightly, blond tufts of hair following suit. “And thankfully no mess. I’d have hated to invite yet another servant in here, even if it was to drag your body out.”

A shiver tore through your spine, and you had the most horrible feeling that if you died somehow in this moment, no one would bat an eye—especially not the man before you.

His voice had that regal lilt, the one you could have never gained in your small village outside of the castle. You’d only ever heard it on a few of the higher-ranking maids—certainly none of the girls you had been hired with had such accents either—as well as some passing royalty on your first few days of traipsing the castle with a guide. His voice was deep and raspy, as though he spent his days either growling out orders or not speaking at all. You wonder if that was how he found it so easy to watch you mutely.

Feeling entirely too vulnerable, supine as you were, you brace your hands against the floor and writhe your way into a sitting position, head swimming with vertigo. Bile rises in your throat, and you press your eyes closed, tight, waiting out the wave. The idea that dragging your gaze away from him had played a part in the nausea tickles the back of your mind. 

He watches, seeming somewhat interested, as you struggle.

Once, in your small village, a wolf had snuck into the farmer’s fields. You remember watching from your doorway that morning, the sun barely risen, as the wolf tackled a single lamb and began eating it alive. 

The blood coated its paws and muzzle. Bones crackled with the snapping jaws. Even after the lamb had stopped squealing, the hunger in the wolf’s eyes never quite seemed satiated. 

Something in the man’s and the wolf’s gazes made them indistinguishable to you in that moment. 

The cruel sneers and jeering laughs of the royals you’d seen so far could only contain so much antagonism. This man was cut from a different cloth. 

His body, all relaxed muscles and agile limbs, had a vigorous, agitated thing running within the veins of his arms, sleeves rolled to the elbows; the cruelty in his mien was something you had only ever encountered in wild animals. 

Panic chills the sweat on your brow. Laboriously, you wrench one hand on a bookshelf, hoisting yourself up despite the blaring pain climbing up your spine, and onto your feet. You can feel the weakness in your knees the second you try to take another step, the defiant outcry of your mind and body as you try to move, but the man is so close. The warning sirens in your mind wail. 

A hand grapples around your free wrist, insistent and rigid. 

“Stop.”

You flinch, and your first instinct is to twist away and run. His grip is iron-tight, though, and without much resistance, he spins you back to face him. Frantically, your eyes once more swallow up his bronze, toned skin in the shadows of his candle, waiting for a strike. 

In return, the weight of his gaze bows your shoulders, fostering an urge to find a corner and curl up until you can’t anymore. Something you can scarcely identify flickers through his blue eyes. He’s staring at your wrist, locked in his, and then he’s staring at you, his lips tight and his face hard as stone. Like before, you can feel him searching you, taking note of your every move. 

He’s scrutinizing you like a bug, uncertain of just how and in what way to crush you under his heel. It’s the way he had when his gaze was all you knew about him, and you have no trouble imagining yourself splatting underneath his boot. 

But a sound rings in the distance, drawing your attention away from him entirely. 

Ringing. Ringing like church bells. Ringing like the clang of the metal clapper striking tarnished ocher and rust. The kingdom’s clock tower made the same sound. 

A chime, maybe.

Or a knell. 

But you were almost positive that sound couldn’t be heard so far away, crammed deeply within the towering castle walls. Especially at its volume. 

It chimes again, and you slam both hands to your ears, heart pounding. It’s deafening. You can’t breathe, and you can barely see, still tangled up in the man’s eyes. They’ve grown so cold and strike you so much harder your teeth begin to chatter. 

“No,” you whisper, though you’re not quite sure what you’re protesting. “Please.”

His pale lips turn red as he smirks, and every angle of his face sharpens into focus. The room fades into black and white. Musty bindings and rotting pages no longer invade your nostrils. It’s like your brain is shutting off each sense one by one so you can take in more of him. 

And you can’t seem to look away. 

No. 

By the third chime, you can barely feel the pain that had been radiating through your body, and the release is almost blissful. Beckoning. You’re swathed up in the tranquility, ears stuffed with cotton and head buzzing in the silence. When your whole body starts rocking back and forth, waiting for another agonizing chime, your knees begin to feel like rubber, suddenly too malleable to stand upon.

A fourth chime, earsplitting. 

They buckle. 

You snap your hands forward in a panic, yelping when you stumble.

All your senses return as fast as the pinch of a needle. Blood roars in your ears, and soreness floods your every limb. It’s like trying to squeeze into clothes that have become too small and completely ripping the seams—all the sights, the smells, the feelings overload your brain too quickly, causing it to swell and split open. 

Your only lifeline is a radiating source of heat, and you cling to it so hard you're half afraid you might smother it. But when your embrace tightens, so too does your grip on reality. You can almost unscramble your own thoughts again—all the curse words you’ve ever known combined with prayers to the heavens above. Giving yourself into refuge becomes second nature, and you burrow further into the cradle of warmth.

A jolt runs up and down your back, and your skull feels cracked in two. 

But the eerie quiet of the library registers anyway. The chiming is gone. 

Blissful silence remains, only occasionally pierced by your gasping breaths. You want to nuzzle deeper, the warmth firm and solid, as the simmering underneath your skin wanes, yet there seems to be no space left that your form hasn’t already curled into.

“What just happened?” Your voice wavers, and it echoes back so loudly that you flinch. 

You can’t see a thing. The dim outlines of the room fuzz and blend, and if you weren’t standing on your own two feet, you wouldn’t have been able to tell up from down. But the chill still nips at your skin. The library hasn’t changed. Nothing’s changed but you. 

But there’s no explanation for the bell-ringing, the sensory overload. It must have all been in your head; it feels like any second now, your ears are going to pop and reality will flood back in. You’re alive. But whatever had just happened was as close to death as you could have imagined—

A breath away from becoming nothing. 

So what stopped it?

Even more—what started it?

The questions slipped your mind the second you heard the library door creak. The pitiful sound allowed the entrance of sunlight directed by the hallway’s window, and the stiffness of your bones crackled at the thought of even more warmth. You felt half-thawed and left for dead, save for the fount of heat caught in your white-knuckled grasp. 

You went still. 

Heat. 

Heat in the library. 

That had to have been one of the most preposterous realities you had imagined since you had first stepped foot in here seven hours ago—and you had raked through your mental fantasies quite thoroughly in that time. 

Carefully, as though jaws might snap at you from the darkness, you withdrew your arms from the motionless frame and craned your head upward. 

Dear God. 

The man was even more beautiful when washed in distant sunlight. Heart-wrenchingly so. More alluring when his hair glowed golden, combed back waves ending neatly at his nape. More potent when his gaze speared yours, his arms limp at his sides, elbows brushing the backs of your hands at his waist. 

Terribly heady.

Five seconds passed before you caught on to your ill deed, and his white tunic fluttered from the speed at which you pulled away from him. When his slender fingers twitched in tandem, you could only assume that, had you waited another second, he would have grasped your wrists so tightly the bones would have snapped. 

How could you? Oh God, this was it. It’s all over. 

You’re seized under his watchful eye, his face washed over with rage, or vexation, or downright disgust at your entirely-too-close, worthy-of-execution contact. 

Certainly, it could not be the wonder you had initially thought it was. 

That was just not possible. 

Impossible. 

Maybe. 

“YN!” 

You jump when the library’s twin doors slammed open, a crotchety, accented voice rattling against the shelves. The clomping of two clogs no different than yours—though, possibly better polished—thunder towards the pair of you, located by your and his candlesticks, stained brass and glossy gold sitting side by side on the oak center table. 

The head maid—Miss Miriam Swinebottom, which, in your humble opinion, was evidence that fate did in fact understand the concept of justice—was a woman of an angular, acidic countenance. Two beady eyes sunk deep into her skull like snakes nestled within a tumbleweed, and she had the capacity for two emotions: disappointment and fury. With a distaste for all things insouciant, the skeletal woman wielded the newly hired maids like an army of rats; she sent all of you scuttling over every inch of the castle and cleaning until your bodies were slow and stiff as though submerged in deep water. 

And you had no doubt that, the second that gaze fell upon you, she was out for blood. The terror that began pulsing in every nerve was no different than when you had first noticed the foreboding air around the blond man. You were not going to get out of this without a scratch. 

Miss Miriam took in you first, but not for long. Soon enough, both of you, as one incriminating sight, were being ascertained. 

You knew what she saw. 

One of her new maids, no better than the grime beneath her shoe, inches away from a royal. 

Unseasoned in the ways of the castle, naive to the new problem you’ve just sprouted, a true simpleton for what you’ve done. You. 

You, with unsteady eyes and flushed cheeks, his shirt unbuttoned, blond hair tousled. 

Fresh meat. 

Dead meat. 

And you hadn’t even done anything. 

You stumble back another step and hesitate to make an excuse. Words, you’d learned, were no better than handing Miss Miriam a switch. Best stay silent and pray for mercy.

Or, rather, for a quick recovery. 

Curiosity slips out of your hands, and you sneak a glance at the man. 

He’s wicked all over again. Somewhat unimpressed by the turn of events, he appears, but the emotion mingles with a strong sense of antagonism no nobility can seem to restrain. You’re only half-glad looks can’t kill. Miss Miriam would be worse off than six feet deep by now. 

To your surprise, she does not snatch you away with promises of a beating. She doesn’t get a step closer. 

Instead, the head maid folds into a low curtsy, then rises back up, bowing her head. “Your Highness.”

You tense at her actions, mind falling blank. 

No. He couldn’t be. 

Your Highness? Your Highness?

But as his gaze trails away from her and back to you, his face abruptly void, you can only stagger back another step, knees giving way into a curtsy as you copy Miss Miriam.

Waiting.

He is.

His Royal Highness, Crown Prince of the Creel Dynasty.

And here you had been, none the wiser, completely ignorant to the danger you’d just placed yourself in. 

For a long, excruciating moment, nothing happens. He does not touch you, nor does he move. The only sound filling the room is bated breath and whispering winds. 

Prince Henry. The prized catch of all the kingdoms. Aristocracy who’d never even scoff at a servant like you were here to court him. 

And you’d been so close—you could still feel the ghost of his warmth under your fingertips. 

A huff perks your ears, but you bite your tongue, waiting. He moves, one slow footstep at a time, nearing you with his polished, leather boots. You watch them as they grow closer. 

You watch them as they hesitate in front of you.

And then you watch them as they pass, each thump of leather against hardwood further and further away until there’s no doubt he has left the library. 

The older maid hitches a second longer before she rises, spitting your name like bile. “YN.” Her footsteps thunder toward you, and you barely have time to straighten before she has an iron grip on your upper arm, hauling you out of the room. 

“You had such a simple task. Clean the library and get out.” She grits her teeth, eyes flaring. “No one has used it in a decade, and yet what do I find but a dusty library and you. You, whoring yourself around the prince. And you said you weren’t a wench before I hired you.”

  She leads you down the castle’s marble hallways, dim from the setting sun yet well-lit by the sconces lining the walls. No matter how much you stumble and grunt, she drags you after her into the servants’ wing, swiftly finding the maids’ hall and barging you through the doorway. 

The room falls silent when the door slams shut, and while no crowd gathers, you are certainly the center of attention to the maids awaiting attending dinner. Stomachs are rumbling, but you have no doubt they would rather feast their eyes on this spectacle first. 

Tears pinch at the bridge of your nose. You can’t cry; you didn’t want to be one of the maids that cried. Those that did were in the latter half of the new hires who were younger than you. And you weren’t a little girl anymore. 

No crying. 

But, oh, you were scared when Miss Miriam paraded you in front of the others, hissing warnings and threats of punishment for girls who did what you had done. 

“-traipsing herself around in front of a most respected royal.” Black, burning eyes latch back onto you. “Tell me, YN, what did you think would happen?”

You flinch. 

There’s no point in looking to others for help. You don’t know them well enough to have friends. It’s been three days, and only one name has stuck. 

But you know it’s a sea of pity, disappointment, and nervous movement flowing back and forth. 

“It,” your voice cracks, and you pause, blinking rapidly. Another older maid, same regal accent, same strict demeanor, same gaze hissing you deserve this you deserve this you deserve this, approaches from behind. “It was an accident—”

You reel back into her waiting arms with a yelp. A stinging burn lances at your cheek, and if you hadn’t seen Miss Miriam’s bony hand fall back to her side, you would have thought she’d slashed open your cheek with an average kitchen knife. 

A seasoned backhand. Was there anything worse?

Miss Miriam stepped back, her appearance leaning more towards irate than strictly furious. She turned away from you, searching the walls of the dormitory. Though you had never seen it before, it hung on the wall with a single nail and a small, looped string on the handle.

A riding crop, yet you had the distinct feeling it had never been used on horses before. 

“No,” you plead when swift fingers begin untying your garment backing. “Please, it—it was an accident!” You try to yank away, but the crop swings at your head. When you lurch back, the fingers resume and Miss Miriam simply tilts her head. 

Dread claws up your throat. The edges of your vision begin contracting with your heart beat, while a shrill voice in your head begins screaming to run, to get out, to escape. Cold air assaults your bare back, and when you feel the tears begin to fall, the maid spins you around, presenting the stripped canvas of flesh to the others. 

“Let this be a lesson to you all, girls,” Miss Miriam announces. “This is not a whorehouse. You are not here to prostitute yourselves to royalty. You will not even look at them.” Her voice directs towards you, “They will certainly not look at you.”

You scream when the crop comes down, the white walls blurring, and the skin of your back wails at the betrayal. 

The tears don’t stop for hours.

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my friend asked if we can watch this show called normal people, and i’d read on a blog once that daisy could be a fan cast for Eddie’s mom and i realised Paul looks like Eddie’s dad too. so get ready for them to be his parents whenever i write for Eddie.

life update

so this month has been shit. my grandpas anniversary came up on the 8th. and the problems i mentioned before with my mom, oh and today. i cried again since Eddie (my ex). Saul broke up with me, i had two panic attacks, one in the middle of my arabic class, and another during english. yesterday i told him how i havent been feeling well and he told me to figure what i want out and text him but till then hes tired and going to sleep (we were doing long distance because he lives in argentina and i live waaaaay far away.) today during my arabic class i texted him and he told me hes breaking up with me, said that he loves me and cares for me but yet he thinks its whats good for us both. he proceeded to continue to tell me he loves me while i begged him not to and i ended up telling him that i will not forgive him for what hes doing and that i hate him for how hes hurting me, i logged out of the account and then in the afternoon during english, i checked and he ended up saying that he couldve up and left me but he didnt because he cares about me and loves me which is why he talked to me about it. and he replied to my other texts saying "sorry bye" and he removed me on snap as well as tiktok because those are the only things he had me on. (i checked snap on my laptop rn and his accounts gone, idk if its the same on my phone). i went to the bathroom while im shaking and like trying to breathe, and i called my best friends but only one picked up because she had a study period. after me and her talked for a bit anout what happened, i suddenly couldnt breathe, just completely couldnt for i dunno how long and then i just started sobbing. then when i was able to calm down, i got to class again and afterwards had a smoke session with the best friend i was talking to's sister. i met up with my best friend who didnt pick up and we walked back to our building, cuz we had class in a diff building. we found some of our close friends in this little garden area we have n sat there because after the smoke session i was gripping the railing in the staircases, as well as my best friends arm because i felt like throwing up and passing out. and at that moment i just started sobbing again and shaking, after a while of my friends attempting to calm me down, my business teacher saw me and i told her i was fine she said obviously im not if im this distraught but if i need her i know where her office is. i had a talk with my old chem teacher because i trust him and cuz my music teacher (was mentioned before) had a lesson. everyone tried to get me to cheer up, one friend just held me (which i needed i love being held), one jumped up and kicked his feet while impersonating mickey mouse, the friend who answered my call sang arabic lulibies for me and then niki manaj, my friend who was at the garden area started singing cupcake songs, my friend who didnt pick up my call just stuck with me the entire day and made sure i drank enough water even tho i didnt eat at all even tho she tried, my other friend checked up on me every five minutes and during our lessons together, a bunch of my other friends tried to cheer me up. but nothing worked and i dont think i can just explain how exhausted and tired and drained i am rn.

currently me and my ex (lets call him Eddie cuz i dunno what else to name him) that i mentioned are friends. but ive recently started dating this great guy (lets call him Saul (he's a big rock fan and adores Slash like me so) yk) anyway, Eddie disappeared for a good week claiming he was busy studying for his IELTs and sleeping during our half term break from school, on a thursday i told him about this guy ive been talking to (Saul). and he asks how old he is and i tell him oh 17-18 and he freaks out saying thats a large age gap (literally not cuz im the same age) so he ends up dipping again once i change the convo and when we get back to school on monday he replies and hes being sort of weird and his texts seem aggressive and i told my friends and my music teacher (my music teachers like my school dad) and they all thought he was jealous because of it and i just felt so angry because i know for a fact i didnt give Eddie my everything, my feelings, myself, my soul, just for the second i even decide to move on and like someone else, he gets jealous, so i decided to wait for him to talk to me, he never did, not even in school he completely avoided me and pretended to not hear me and his excuse was hes been diagnosed with diabeties on top of his already diagnosed but not medicate for, BPD. and then my mom caught me sending my boyfriend, Saul, like semi nudes (like yk swimsuit type pics). and she found out about me and Eddie because she didnt know and so i had my friends log into my instagram account to monitor it for me cuz my mom had access to my phone and all my accounts and my laptop. she ended up ripping all my posters off my door, taking my guitars, pictures that were hung in my room and my record player. shes also before found out about my scars and smashed all my vinyls. so me and her are good now, we're mending our relationship but the only way ive been talking to Eddie is through email and ive been talking to Saul through a secret snap account because she blocked him everywhere and will open my phone sometimes to go through it. basically ive been stripped of everything, saul understood full heartedly when i told him i wont be sending anymore pictures. and it just made me breakdown, because he told me that it didnt matter to him because as long as he gets to talk to me, and hear my voice and see those small snaps i send him everyday then it doesnt matter to him. like he told me he loves me a few days ago. and yet when Eddie said it, he told me he meant it in a 'ur cool' way. like who the fuck does that! anyway todays my grandpas one year, today marks the day my grandpa died and i emotionally shut down. everytime i saw that ive broken down, it just means i freeze up and stop talking, last time i felt something that deep to cry again since my grandpa was when Eddie broke up with me. and its like what the fuck. there is a shit ton i havent mentioned here yet, but theyre very main key points to the eddie story im writing and so i wont mention them rn, but also a little reminder, the titles of the chapters are actually songs you should listen to while reading the chapter

Wasted Summer.

Eddie Munson x reader warnings: strong language, real angsty, mentions of sexual things, no happy ending. yes, I am an evil fuck.

summary: when y/n has crushed on Eddie Munson the towns freak for years, until one summer brings them together and a birdy named Robin buckley, but it might turn out to be the worst thing thats ever happened to them both. or maybe just y/n, who knows yet.

authors note: all the young adults are in high school, and so are the party members, Joyce and hopper are together, Billy isn't a pimple on anyone's ass. The upside down never happened. and yes ur dad is Pedro pascal his names Nick while your mom is penelope cruz and her name is Maria. have fuuun

The heat in Hawkins was something everyone hated, it wasnt fun, it was frustrating but what did most teenagers do to escape the heat? head to the mall, which is exactly what y/n, robin, johnnathan and argyle decided to do. spending the day there, walking around, eating, the usual for the group really. they'd spend hours there before the girls eventually had to go. "my moms hosting her bookclub tonight and i am needed to help" Robin said as she looked at the group, y/n eating her oreo Mcflurry she got from Mcdonalds "come over after? i know my mom will be there" y/n said as argyle put his elbow on her head, causing johnathan to chuckle "you need to grow, y/n/n" Johnathan said as y/n scowled at the group "im literally a few inches shorter then robin" y/n said smacking argyles arm off of her "hey, dont call me short!" Robin said as she shoulder bumped y/n "im gonna head out though guys, promised Will i'd take him out to that new arcade with his friends" the burnette said as argyle yawned "ive got a hot date with eden tonight" the long haired boy said as everyone chuckled "did she say yes in your dreams or did she kick you in the nuts and you just took it as a yes?" Robin asked "ha ha funny. no she actually said yes, i caught her at family video the other day and i struck up a convo, and she said yes" he smiled, y/n hummed as Robin pipped up "ooh oh! speaking of family video, remind me to tell you about Steve" Robin said as soon after the group seperated, Robin looked over at y/n as they made their way to their bikes "so, ya' know steve, my co-worker. yea well while we were on break, his bff, Edison Munson walked in and we started chatting before steve joked about Eddie wanting a girlfriend, and then Eddie asked if i could set him up and i told him 'oh yea, my friend, y/n, i'll give her your number if she says yes' and so here we are!" Robin smiled

as y/n chuckled looking at her "youre shitting me right?" the h/c girl said as Robin shooked her head as she dug into her pocket, to pull out the small paper that held y/n's dreams "oh my god, rob, i love you!" she said looking at the number as she hugged robin tightly.

....

the minute y/n got home, she undressed as she changed into a pair of sweatpants and a black tank top before she rushed over to her phone, the purple phone was sat there staring back at her as she gripped it tightly, putting it up to her ear as she put in eddies number, messing around with cord while it rang "hello?" Eddies voice rang as y/n took a deep breath "hi, is this Eddie Munson by any chance?" she ask, sitting on her bed as she laid down on her bed, sighing as he chuckled through the phone "depends, whos asking?" She heard him say, causing her to gulp "i'm y/n, robins friend? we've got english together? you once told me you liked the sabbath pin i had on my bag" she stated as Eddie hummed "the pretty girl from my english class? how could i forget? to what do i owe this pleasure?" he said coyly as if he hadnt asked her best friend to set them up

"robin told me to call you, said you were looking around, she decided to play cupid i guess" "i always thought you were pretty, glad steve's big mouth came to use for once" he chuckled causing y/n to giggle as well "well thank him for me, gave me a chance to be set up with a pretty handsome dude" "im handsome? you dont say?" "very actually, had a crush on you for a while so" y/n could practically feel Eddie's cute grin on the other side of the call "you’re feeding my ego babe, i’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but ya' know, didn’t know how" y/n smiled as she looked up at her ceiling "well, how about next Monday? pick me up at 7?" y/n said feeling bold out of no where "yes. might be there early, cant have my pretty lady waiting now can we?" he teased

....

"oh my god, robin. i love him, god i love him so so much!” y/n said looking at her best friend who was sat across from her in the red booth. “we’ve been talking none stop for the past week or so, my parents actually thought i was dissociating again” y/n shrugged taking a sip of her milkshake, as Robin chuckled “he’s so sweet, rob, i wanna pick him up and keep him in my pocket. our dates tomorrow and i literally don’t know what to do with my hair or my clothes!” y/n panicked as she looked at Robin scared "babe, relax its all gonna be fine! curly your hair like you always do, do that glittery makeup look you do, red nails because eddie loves the color, and then one of your sexy hot leather outfits!" Robin smiled as y/n chuckled "interesting" the h/c girl said as she licked her lips

....

Eddie stuck true to his word, he was there around 6:54. he sat there happily waiting as he let out a small sigh, looking at himself in the mirror for the 50th time today just to make sure he looked perfect for y/n. at exactly 7:00, y/n closed the door behind her as she looked at the van surprised to have found it as she smiled at Eddie "i didnt think you meant it when you said you'd be here early" she smiled as she walked up to the van, watching as Eddie got out and rushed over to the over side, opening the door for her as he took in how pretty she looked, a corset dress shirt with a pair of flared jeans, black boots on her feet and a black purse and leather jacket in her arms, she climbed in thanking him as he made his way back, putting his seatbelt on and looking over at her "you look amazing, and two, i am a man of my word, sweetheart, you will never have to wait for me because im going to be ready for you anytime." y/n could feel the heat spread across her cheeks as they drove away from her place "alright, open that for me sweets and pick out something for us to listen to" he said looking over at her as he smiled, she opened the small compartment in the van and looked through the cd's only to be amazed "oh my god, a limited addition Elvis disc? you're shitting me where did you get this from?" she asked looking at him as she admired the disc "i grew up on Elvis, my grandpa had him on all the time" she chuckled as she put the disc in Eddie chuckled as he licked his lips "Well, i found it at a thrift store once, cost me around 15 bucks but it was worth it, i got it when i was a kid, for my mom. but now it just stays in here, barely get the chance to listen to it"

it was a shared feeling between the two, those people were no longer with us. "well shes got amazing taste in music" y/n smiled as they continued driving to a local diner.

....

y/n laughed as Eddie wiped the corners of his mouth "i eat like a child so what?" he teased as he ate a fry, y/n taking a bite of her burger as she looked at him "its cute dont worry" she chuckled, licking her lips as Eddie sat back in the booth "alright, im out of questions to ask, i think i know you so much right now i could take a pop quiz about you" Eddie smiled lookin at the girl opposite him "im flattered, could say the same about you, Edward" she teased as he groaned, pretending to fall down "you wound me with such a name" he scoffed playfully as y/n looked at him, with a sparkle in her eye. he was everything she thought he was.

the rest of the date was spent filled with giggles and laughs shared between the two, both sharing cute moments. staring at each other with nothing but admiration in each others.

.... it was around 10, when they gotten back to y/n's place, exactly when her parents asked her to come home. she looked over at Eddie as she smiled "i had alot of fun, Eddie. thank you really." she smiled as Eddie grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it "anytime sweets, about that second date we mentioned earlier, how about this upcoming sunday?" Eddie smiled, staring at her with his button eyes that had her melting within seconds “missing me already?” y/n giggled as Eddie shrugged, sighing dramatically. taking in her laugh as she looked at him "could be, might wanna, ya' know keep you in my pocket and take you wherever." he smiled, looking at her as she bit the inside of her cheek "come on let me walk you to your door" he smiled as he got out moving to help her out the van and then walked her to her door "i'll see you sunday, eds. call me when you get home, yea?" she said moving to kiss his cheek as she stood on her toes, smiling as she opened her door, walking in to be greeted by her parents

who stood side by side smiling at her "so?" y/n's mom said as y/n took her shoes off, picking them up as she kissed their cheeks and moved to put her shoes away "how was it? did he-" "open the door for me, made sure i got in the van and was buckled up, drove under 40 so exactly at the speed limit, paid for lunch and desert. it was perfect" she smiled as she looked at her parents, her dad nodding as he realised she'd made a check list of everything he does does for her mom. things he's mentioned to her she should make sure her dates do or else theyre not worth the second date "apparently he likes me so much that, he cant wait long for our second date, so we're going out on sunday" she said as she fidgeted with her rings "honey, thats great!" her mom said rushing over to her to hug her "isnt that great, Nick? go and get changed so we can watch our movie! go go" she smiled as y/n nodded, rushing upstairs to change. .... it was pure bliss that first week for y/n and Eddie. hanging out at his trailer or in her room, going out on cute dates to the mall, or arcade. he would get her a bunch of flowers everytime he'd see her, he'd play all her favorite songs on the guitar considering they had similar taste in music. Eddie had never let a soul touch his hair but y/n was special, she was y/n. a month into seeing each other, Eddie finally asked her to be his, that alone couldve been something that made y/n feel better about everything. suddenly nothing could upset her, she'd get morning messages from eddie, she would tell him all about her day and he would listen to every word with a smile on his face while he admired her, he loved how excited and how big her eyes would get when she would talk about something she loved, wether it be art or music or her grandpa. it didnt matter he would listen to her word for word. One thing Eddie had noticed was when they'd make out, y/n would attempt to stop it leading to anything else. Eddie made sure he didnt force her into anything but he felt this need for her sometimes and he was getting tired of his fist. he thought maybe he'd bring it up when it happened again, ..... his larger hands kept their place on y/ns hips, their lips fitting together like two puzzle pieces. Eddie hummed into her mouth as he moved his hands down to her ass, squeezing the meet through her jeans, god he loved these jeans, they made her ass look so so fucking good. his hands soon traveled to her thighs, squeezing them as well, this is where eddie knew exactly what would happen. his hands traveled closer up her thighs to her heat, y/n pulled away from the kiss panting as she moved to hold Eddies hands, a sigh leaving Eddies mouth as he looked at y/n with a confused yet concerned look "babe, do you not want this?" he asked as, y/n gulped licking her swollen lips "want what?" she asked knowing exactly what he meant. "its just everytime i try to take things further you just sort of stop me, you'll do anything to distract me from it. am i doing something wrong? are you okay?" he asked licking his lips as y/n looked at their hands gulping "i'm a virgin, eds. apart from that, i cant have sex." she said looking at him as he tried to work it out in his head

I WANNA DIE

okay so basically little rant about my love life cuz wtf not. recently lifes been a mess i failed my gcses and im doing fast track with english as my only alevel and if i dont impress my teachers they might not take me to level 3 rn to continue on and not have to repeat year 12. i also have to retake my maths exam in nov which im dreading cuz its the same month as my grandpas death day. anyways this ex of mine who i had two fwb situations with during the summer, he was my crush for 4 years by the way. and we broke up the first time because he wanted sex and its against my religon and even if it wasnt i wouldnt do it because of past truama and just the pure fact im not reayd n im not sure i ever will be. he told me he loved me a few hours before we broke up. and so to cope with all of this, you guys are getting the most depressing love story of Eddie Munson based on exactly me and this ex, ur gonna hate eddie after this but i will be leaving out the part where my ex is compulsive liar and has admitted it to me when we became friends and he told me he might be gay but he doesnt wanna be (could be a lie again hes a compuslive liar) he ended our friendship last week and today was the first day id seen him again, the first time i was really crowded and he wasnt as close to me but then when me and my friend left school grounds to go to the nearby gas station he was there with his best friend, and i literally started shaking that my friend got so worried espcially since i havent been doing well cause of this chick i befriended recently and my other friend came later and he got worried too but some of this series will be fictional so it wont end the same time me and my ex stopped being friends, but we stopped being friends cause i still have feelings for him and he told me he thought girls were revolting. so yay, enjoy, tbh im putting my entire mental state into it because if i dont do it i might go insane because my mental health is declining terribly :))

HEAR ME OUT.

i used to write on wattpad for finn wolfhard- n i remembered a plot for a story- that i am going to redo, for Jo Jo or Ed’s- dunno who yet- BUT ITS GOOD YK

a little more context, reader is the daughter of a really important mafia leader, Joseph (who i feel like fits the role more) is also the son of a really important mafia leader who’s the readers fathers nemesis, reader is sent to kill joseph, because that’s what will determine if her father’s empire is left to her. that’s all ima say.

Holding her back

Eddie Munson x reader warnings: strong language, real angsty, mentions of sexual things, no happy ending. yes, I am an evil fuck.

summary: Eddie feels like he's holding y/n back, and that's where the demise of their relationship starts

authors note: all the young adults are in high school, and so are the party members, Joyce and hopper are together, Billy isn't a pimple on anyone's ass. The upside down never happened. and yes ur dad is Pedro pascal. have fuuun

Eddie had walked into the woods before dnd started since he decided to ditch last period, noticing y/n finishing a sketch, she was sat at their spot, he couldn’t help but admire her for a bit "hey" Eddie said holding his hands as she looked at him, taking in his features before clearing her throat and looking back down at the drawing of Eddie. "you're still here, don't have a deal to tend to?" she mumbled slamming her sketchbook shut as Eddie watched her nodding "I-i wanted to talk to you. I figured I'd find you here" she hummed as she put her sketchbook in her bag and zip it up "ive gotta go, my dad could be here." she said needing to get away from him even though her lie didn’t work with the time "y/n, wait please, ive been holding this off long enough and its hurting the both of us" y/n looked at him as Eddie gazed back into her eyes "quickly" she mumbled turning a bit to face him "i think we should break up..” Eddie said as y/n gulped, her eyes filling with tears as she nodded “done then” she whispered as he voice cracked a bit, taking off the necklace he got her and placing it down on the table as she grabbed her stuff and hurried off to the front of the school, making sure she was far from Eddie so she could release the sobs she’s been holding in. Eddie put his hands in his face as he let his tears fall ‘this is what’s best for her’ he reminded himself. those two years of being together were over. all those memories and moments between the two, gone.

….

the universe seemed to hate y/n as on her walk home while sobbing her eyes out, it had begun to rain, soaking her completely as she hid her sketchbook to save it from the water. it wasn’t long that she got to her house, glad that nothing happened to her books and sketchbook as she opened the door walking in before Nick looked at her confused “kid? what happened?” he said rushing for to his daughter as she gulped, she kept her gaze on the floor, not reacting to her dads touch “we broke up” she whispered as she licked her lips “what?” Nick asked confused, Eddie was over just.a few nights ago and everything seemed fine

“he broke up with me” y/n sobbed as she held onto her stuff tightly, Nick was quick to wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly as he kissed the top of her head “i’m so sorry, i’ve got you baby girl.” he muttered as he tried to calm her down “he just left you to walk in the rain?” “no, he thought you were picking me up so” y/n wiped her eyes smudging the bit of makeup that had remained on her face “i’m gonna go take a shower” she said taking her shoes off as she put her slippers on, rushing to her bathroom as she dropped all her stuff at her desk and walked into the bathroom, undressing and getting into the shower, turning the hot water on as she stood underneath it. did Eddie fall for someone else? did he realise y/n wasn’t good enough for him? did he get bored?

y/n spent an hour of her shower just standing underneath the water and crying, letting the hot water pierce her skin, before she actually began washing her hair and body, saving as well before getting out and doing her skincare, before getting changed into one of Eddie’s shirts and a pair of shorts, moving downstairs as she dried her short hair with a towel “hey kid, you feeling better?” Nick asked as he watched her sit next to him on the couch, looking at the table and all the snacks he put out for them

“i’m not hungry” she whispered, pulling her knees up to sit underneath her chin as she sniffled “kid, you gotta eat, see i got you, pizza and sushi and noodles, and your favorite shrimps, see it’s a full buffet for the two of us” he smiled looking at her and he put some of her hair behind her ear “i’ll eat later, let’s just start the movie” She muttered grabbing the remote as she turned it on. Nick looked at her as worry sat on his face.

….

wayne had returned home to find the trailer quiet, when he took his shoes off and began walking to the bathroom, he’d noticed the dump Eddie’s room had become and when we went in to clean it up, he’d noticed that Eddie was sat on his mattress holding onto a shirt “ed’s, son what is all this mess?” Wayne asked before noticing how bloodshot Eddie’s eyes were “i broke up with her. i’m just holding her back, i hurt her, wayne. you should’ve seen how pained she was, i hurt her” Eddie said his lip pouting as he kept his gaze ahead

wayne sighed as he sat down next to his nephew, rubbing his shoulder as he hugged him tightly “come ‘ere, son” wayne whispered as Eddie hugged him tightly “she hates me now. i messed it all up” Eddie whispered as he held onto wayne tightly, he let the love of his life go. just like that.

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authors note: no happy ending for u little shits🤭

HAPPY SEASON 4 DAY!

it was one year ago today, that i’d fallen in love with Eddie Munson and Joseph Quinn, who would soon become the people who’d save me from many things. it was exactly one year ago today that my favourite show came back to me to give me one hell of a good year with a amazing summer to follow. i was in my worst at the time, all it took was to watch my comfort show to begin to find comfort in eddie, realising just how much i relate to him, especially with how i’m perceived at school. eddie munson saved me and joseph quinn did too. they both managed to make me feel like maybe everything was worth something, that maybe things aren’t that bad, that yk it’ll get better. they were there for me when no one was and i don’t regret a thing about falling in love with the both of them. n ik it’s corny as shit n cringe as shit. but i’m never felt safer then i do when i watch eddie or joseph on screen. it’s like a huge bubble of emotion just bursts into me and makes me feel contempt 🫀💗

Holding her back

Eddie Munson x reader warnings: strong language, real angsty, mentions of sexual things, no happy ending. yes, I am an evil fuck.

summary: Eddie feels like he's holding y/n back, and that's where the demise of their relationship starts

authors note: all the young adults are in high school, and so are the party members, Joyce and hopper are together, Billy isn't a pimple on anyone's ass. The upside down never happened. and yes ur dad is Pedro pascal. have fuuun masterlist

something that humoured Eddie was how no one batted an eye when they see Carver and his group of rats gang up on Eddie, and that's exactly what was happening. just another day for everyone, while Eddies got a black eye, a cut on his lip and possibly a broken nose with all the blood coming from it, Eddie did hit back, but he was one on five, he'd manage to get one down, another would come back up. they were getting their dignity back after Eddie had beaten them up a few days back. "you know whats a real big shame, freak? that pretty girlfriend of yours, y/n. She's got a bright future ahead of her, but do you think shell really achieve anything with you by her? fuck no" Jason said as Eddie pushed him away from him, leaning his body against the wall behind him as he wiped his bloody nose before Eddie knew it, he was on the ground while Andys foot hit against his stomach over and over again, before they'd decided to leave him alone, but what hurt the most wasn’t the kicks or the punches. it was the fact that deep down, eddie knew they were right, that Eddie was holding y/n back from amazing things, he knew that the tiny voice in his head that he would ignore was right. Eddie wasn’t good enough for y/n, no matter how hard he tries, he’s just a phase in her life he needs to get her out of, but how could he leave her? the love of his life was y/n, he felt sick just thinking about how hurt she would feel, he knew deep down that he was holding back.

….

y/n had been waiting for Eddie at his trailer with Wayne, her dad needing to take an extra shift meant y/n all by herself, so she grabbed the left overs from the lasagna she’d made, making sure she left some for her dad, and made her way to the Munson trailer. “Eddie’s mom” y/n mumbled as Wayne handed her Polaroids of a woman who looked similar to Eddie “yep, she was beautiful, my boy got everything from her, even his wild hair he can’t seem to brush” y/n chuckled as she looked at the picture, Eddie looked just like her “he’s got her eyes” she said as she smiled noticing the ring on her finger, it was the ring Eddie had given her for her birthday

y/n handed Wayne the picture back before the door abruptly opened, revealing a rather pissed off Eddie. both Wayne and y/n shot up from their seats “Ed’s what happened to you?” Wayne asked as y/n walked up to him, placing her hands on his face as Eddie moved away from her “Ed’s what happened?” she said looking at him “nothing, i got into a fight” he mumbled keeping his eyes on the floor, as he bit the inside of his lip “come on, we need to clean you up” y/n said trying to wipe the blood from his lip before he moved away “man, get off me will you?” he spat glaring at her before he walked off into his room

“boy get back here!” Wayne said as he heard Eddie bedroom door slam shut, y/n stood there shocked before she turned to Wayne “he probably wants to be alone it’s fine” she said giving Wayne a small smile before she moved to grab the empty places on the table, putting them in the plate as Wayne helped her clean up. once they were done, Wayne had gone out for a smoke while y/n went to check up on eddie “Eddie? can i come in?” she asked, before opening the door, as Eddie sat on the floor with a cloth on his lip, he took a glance at her before he looked away “what?” he mumbled moving the cloth away to look at the blood

“i got you food, its lasagne” she said walking in as she closed the door, sitting next to him as she placed the plate down as well. “you wanna tell me what happened?” she asked as she looked at him “i don’t have to tell you everything” he said looking at her “stop getting all up into my shit.” y/n face fell as she nodded, Eddie’s never once spoken to her that way. she nodded before she looking at around “Wayne showed me a pictures of your mom, she’s really seems prettier in ever picture i see” Eddie sensed the hurt in y/n’s voice, he knew he was starting to hurt her

“listen i’m tired, i wanna go to sleep, can you just go home and i’ll, like, call you i guess?” He said looking at her as y/n furrowed her eyebrows confused “Eddie, did i do something?” “god, not everything revolves around you, y/n. i get it you’re my girlfriend but that does not mean we have to hangout all the time” y/n gulped as she bit the inside of her lip “sorry, it’s my fault that i’m trying to be a good girlfriend. and i’ll go home, don’t worry” she said getting up as she walked out the room, grabbing her jacket and bag before heading out. Eddie rubbed his face as he got up, moving into the bathroom to get the first aid kit out, and clean his face up.

….

y/n had set up the table, three plates, like every morning. she hummed along to the Elvis record she had on, soon finishing up the pancakes and placing the plate of them in the middle of the table. “y/n?” Nick had called out as he walked down the stairs “in here!” y/n said as she poured coffee in the three glasses she’d put on the table, Nick walked in and smiled at her “morning” he said as he sat down yawning a-bit “morning, what time did you get home from your shift?” she asked handing him a glass of water, a habit they’ve had since Nick always forgets to drink water.

“around three, you were asleep when i got home” he said beginning to smear chocolate all over his pancake “did you eat the leftovers? i took some for Wayne and Eddie and left out some for you since i knew you’d get home hungry” “yea i did” he said his mouth filled with a mixture of pancakes and chocolate “Munson not coming for breakfast?” he asked nothing Eddie’s empty chair at the table “i’m not sure, he wasn’t in the best mood when i saw him last night, he was… all beat up, just really sour” y/n said as she sat down, grabbing a pancake and doing the same as Nick did “i’ll just keep some aside for him, and after school i’ll give them to him” she mumbled taking a sip of her coffee

as Nick nodded “so i was thinking tomorrow night, we could go out pick a movie out, and have a movie night, I’ve got tomorrow off” he shrugged as y/n swallowed her food nodding ”just saying i am not watching top gun maverick again, i think i can recite the entire movie scene for scene” she said as they both chuckled “it’s a good movie besides if i let you pick the movie it’ll just mean i’m either watching dirty dancing or pretty in pink” “hey you cried watching pretty in pink!” “i did not!” “did so!” she laughed as she then looked at her watch

“shit Eddie’s late” she said finishing off her pancake before drinking the rest of her coffee “You go ahead to school and I’ll clean up, need a ride?” Nick said wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin “I do, You sure you've got the time?” “yea I’m sure, I’ve got a couple hours before my next shift,” he said as y/n got up helping Nick clean up before grabbing her backpack, swinging it on her back as Nick tied his work boots, getting up once he was done, grabbing his keys. both of them getting in the car and driving off. .... y/n pulled out her chemistry textbook out of her locker, to place it inside her bag, she hadn't seen eddie for the last two periods. she was lost in thought that she hadn't noticed Robin who was staring at her concerned "you okay?" the blonde asked as y/n looked at her, clearing her throat "yea yea, its just Eddie, he's acting off" she said closing her bag as she closed her locker, locking it as her and Robin walked off to Chem "have you seen him today?" y/n asked, concerned about her boyfriend. "no but during lunch, ill call up steve and ask if they're hanging out, you know Eddie, he'll ditch a day of school to get high with king steve" y/n hummed in agreement as the two made their way into class, something was off and y/n knew it. Eddie was sat in the back of his van, a joint hanging from his lip, as Robert plants voice rang through his headphones, the ones y/n had gifted him along with the cassette player for his birthday, his eyes set on the song journal in front of him "fucking shit" he mumbled, closing the journal and throwing it next to him as he took a deep drag from the joint, letting the smoke into his system, maybe it would help drown out Jasons voice and y/ns, the anger and hurt that laced it last night. he's going to do it, today. he'll break up with her and just support her from the side lines, where she wouldn't know. after a few more minutes of sitting and string at the carpet of the vans back area with Zepplin filling his head, Eddie stopped the tape as he took the headphones off, opening the door to his van and setting out, throwing the joint on the floor as he put it out, grabbing his journal and stuffing it in the mess he calls a backpack, zipping it uo and swinging it over his leather clad shoulder, closing the door and locking the van, before walking inside the building and heading to the drama room. .... part 2 here!

part 3 here!

OK so my plan for the character x reader is going to be this I'm going to write the chapters on the docs put I'll copy and paste them here it will be for thranduil, Billy hargrove, and marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont.

Either way thanks for understanding have a happy new year .

Dating Steve Harrington Would Include...

knowing him from high school but never having really talked to him

talking to him after he and Nancy fight in Season 2 and being the one to suggest buying her flowers because he’d seemed really heartbroken

growing closer after that and essentially becoming close friends, even though both of you develop crushes

you two start dating right before summer starts

visiting him at Scoops Ahoy as much as possible (ice cream is on the house after all)

becoming best friends with Robin and you two like to tease Steve together

being best friends with Dustin too (both of you are clearly his parents now)

always taking care of him after he enviteably gets beat up (poor Steve)

all of the kids thinking you’re way cooler than Steve (you are)

Steve constantly worrying about you whenever they inadvertently end up dealing with the Upside Down because he doesn’t want to lose you

and vice versa because you would totally fight whatever monster you have to if you lost Steve

movie marathons because apparently he does not watch movies ever and that’s a crime

lowkey always playing with his hair because it’s just really soft

you are also one of the few who know the secret to his great hair

you having way too many pictures of him in that sailor outfit and he hates absolutely all of them

you two would’ve been a total power couple in high school and no one can convince me otherwise

oh and steve is an absolute dork now so enjoy your dorky boyfriend

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Flavour of the Week - Steve Harrington x OC

warnings: None, pure fluff, summer romance

word count: 7.8k

For once, Allie was grateful to be babysitting Erica Sinclair. 

It was the hottest day of the year and the air conditioning of Starcourt Mall was a welcome alternative to being boiled alive in the June sun. She was trying to cool off in the food court, reading a new book she just picked from the store on the second floor when Erica slammed her bags on the table. The motion made her jump as Allie looked up at the little girl with a stern expression. 

"What is it now, Erica?" Allie groaned. All she wanted was a little break from the youngest Sinclair and her posse of minions. 

"I want ice cream." 

"No one is stopping you, Sinclair. Go for it." Allie said, jerking her head at the nautical themed ice cream shop across the way. 

"I can't," Erica said slowly, as if Allie wasn't understanding. "The girl who works there said I can't have any more samples. But you can." 

The mischievous smirk on Erica's face sent a little trickle of worry down Allie's spine. She'd never admit that sometimes she was terrified of a ten year old. 

Looking back up at the ice cream shop, Allie bit her lip before closing her book. Sacrificing her alone time in favor of ice cream didn’t sound like that bad of an idea. 

“Fine. Come along, gremlins” she grinned at the face Erica pulled at her comment, stashed the book in her bag and made her way across the food court to Scoops Ahoy. 

The ice cream parlor was packed, every table full of kids and teens in search for the perfect cool down during summer break. Her mouth was watering just dreaming of the ice cream sundae she was going to order, once Erica and her friends had their own, of course. If there was one thing the mall didn’t need more of, it was a hangry bunch of pre-teens. 

As she approached the counter, she could see Robin speaking animatedly with her coworker. She always looked very passionate when she talked but she looked like a conspiracy theorist pointing at her whiteboard this time. Suddenly, her coworker took off his little sailor’s hat and her breath caught in her throat. That hair.

Of course it was Steve Harrington behind the counter. Today of all days, when her long curly hair was tucked up in a messy bun and she felt ragged from dealing with Erica and her antics all day. Allie knew him from around the hallways at Hawkins High, and always had a bit of a crush on him. She took a deep breath, and swiped the baby hairs away from the sticky sweat of her forehead as she stepped forward to the counter. 

“Ahoy there! Would you like to set sail on an ocean of flavour with me? I’ll be your captain, Steve Harrington. What can I start you with?” He leaned forward on the counter, and smirked at Allie, his amber eyes twinkling in the lights. 

Allie could feel the words as they tumbled out of her mouth, “ice cream.”

She groaned and scrunched her nose up, embarrassed that she had blurted out the most prominent words she could think of. His tongue flicked over his bottom lip and his small smirk turned into a full-blown cheeky smile. She could see his lips moving but every ounce of her focus was poured into the two soft freckles on his neck.

“Allie?” Erica flicked her arm bringing her back to reality. Visibly confused she looked to Erica who had an eyebrow raised in annoyance. “Farrah Fawcett’s secret child just asked you a question, were you even listening, or were you daydreaming about your little book boyfriend again?” 

Steve leaned on the counter, elbow propped up by the register. 

"Book boyfriend, huh? Well, how about a real life boyfriend? Got one of those you might be thinking of?"

Allie wanted to dissolve into the floor as he smiled, the flush rising in her cheeks. She could see Robin over his shoulder rolling her eyes. Erica elbowed her, shoving her way to the front before Allie could answer. 

"Give us the goods, sailor boy. I don't have all day," she sassed. 

“Sorry but you already had enough samples, Sinclair. Now, let the adults talk.” he said, not taking his eyes off the beautiful girl in front of him, who was blushing at Erica’s mention of her book boyfriend.

“So, that book boyfriend of yours. What’s better about a book boyfriend than a real boyfriend?” he asked.

Allie’s gaze fell to her hands. She needed to look away from his eyes for a second because they were just too much. She picked at the polish on her nails, thinking of a way to murder a child and not go to jail. Never had she felt so embarrassed in her life. But she needed to come up with an answer soon before Erica said something worse, if that was even possible. 

She huffed out a breath and met Steve’s eyes again, “Well, I guess that um, they won’t disappoint you like most real-life guys do.” 

Steve stuck out his bottom lip and nodded once, raising an eyebrow at her, “Can’t say you're wrong there” He winked, standing up straight and twirling the ice cream scoop in his hand. 

God, this man was more charismatic than she remembered. Just the movement of his hand in that motion made her head go all fuzzy. Erica may have started with the embarrassing comments, but Allie knew she was definitely not doing herself any favors here either. She had to change the subject and fast. 

“Cotton candy” She spit out, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head a little, trying to get her attention away from the spinning of his hand. “Could I try the cotton candy ice cream… please?” Allie asked properly, shooting him a smile.

“Excellent choice,” he laughed, grabbing her a small bowl. He extended it across the counter but didn’t let go as her hand brushed his, “gotta be careful with this one. Too much of it will turn your tongue pink.” 

“I guess I’ll have to try something different next time,” she pulled the bowl from his hand and she could feel the heat rising up her neck. 

“Ahem,” Erica cleared her throat. 

“She’ll get a banana split,” Allie smiled as she pressed the tiny sample spoon to her tongue and let the ice cream melt from the heat. 

Steve nodded, brushing a piece of his golden brown hair behind his ear as he got to putting together her sundae. Once he had finished he slid it across the counter to her without taking his eyes off Allie who was digging in her purse for change. 

“Pretty girls get one free banana split,” he laughed and Robin audibly groaned from the back room loud enough for Allie and Steve to hear her. “Unfortunately, you also only get one sample so you’ll just have to come back tomorrow to try another flavor.”

"How many flavors are there exactly?" Allie laughed, dropping her sample spoon in the small trash can by his side. 

Steve's eyebrows furrowed as he counted silently. He sighed before putting his hands on his hips. 

"Thirty five, so if you wanna try each one by the end of the summer, you might wanna start tomorrow," he said with a shrug. 

"Will you be here? I mean, I might need some help." 

Steve's eyes lit up as a "no way" came from the open kitchen window. 

"Yeah, I, uh, will be here," he stammered out with a broad grin. 

After all the times he “sucked“ - at least that’s the way Robin always put it - he didn’t expect this to be the outcome.

“Great,“ she smiled, “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.“ 

She was about to leave, the little gremlins already ahead of her, as Steve’s voice made her stop in her movements.

“Allie!“ 

She turned around, facing him again, but he remained still, as she waited for him to continue.

He hesitated as if he wasn’t sure what exactly to say, or ask even. 

“See you tomorrow.“ he said with a soft smile on his lips.

Allie bit her lip and let out a soft laugh. Steve Harrington, flustered. Because of her. That was definitely a sight to behold. 

“See you tomorrow, Harrington.” 

As she walked out of the shop, she smiled to herself and thought about what the following days would bring. It might turn out to be a good summer after all. She shook herself out of her daydream after Erica cleared her throat. Head tilted and brows raised at her babysitter. 

“That was nasty. Even with the free banana split.” 

“Just eat your ice cream, Sinclair.” Allie rolled her eyes in annoyance. 

The following day, Allie brought Erica to meet her friends at Starcourt once more, all of them taking off towards the arcade as soon as they got there, but not before Erica paused and placed her hands on her hips. 

“Lemme guess, I can find you at the ice cream shop when we’re done?” 

“I will be in the food court. Go have fun” Allie said through gritted teeth, causing the little girl to roll her eyes before taking off to find her friends. 

Once the kids were out of sight, she made her way casually into the ice cream shop, twisting a dark curl around her finger as she pretended to read the menu on the wall. Alle glanced over at the counter just in time to see Robin walk into the back room. 

“Hey dingus, this ones for you..” She heard, causing an involuntary smile to form on her lips.

Allie’s chest tightened as she heard the metal hinges swing open from the back door. Steve slid out, cleaning his lips with the back of his hand as he made his way to the counter. “Hi,” she said quietly, her voice suddenly so small in his presence.

Robin disappeared into the back as he leaned over the counter to come eye level with her as he finished chewing whatever he had been snacking on. 

“How's the tongue?” He asked and Allie flushed red instantly, why did he want to know that she panicked silently. “Shit, the cotton candy ice cream… turns your tongue pink… it was dumb.” He ran his hand hair nervously and shook his head in shame.

She chuckled, shaking her head at him. Her curls hadn’t cooperated that morning, frankly, they hadn’t been doing so all week with the heat wave but she had dared leave them down and now they were sticking to her sweaty neck. Banishing her nerves the best she could she playfully stuck her tongue out, “ready for more flavor tasting.”

“What will it be today?” He laughed, his big doe eyes flickered to her lips quickly before he shifted to the ice cream case. 

 Allie hummed as she tapped her chin playfully. “Let’s do mint chocolate chip today, captain.” she said with a wink. 

Steve’s tongue darted out across his bottom lip as he shook his head and tried to hold back a smile. Allie watched him as he grabbed the cup and scooped up a sample of the ice cream she had chosen. He wasn’t wearing his sailor cap today either. The wild wisps of brown hair that framed his face catching in the fluorescent lights of the shop as he moved. He placed the cup on the counter and handed her the spoon. Fingers lingering on top of each other once again caused Allie’s stomach to flood with butterflies. 

“Gave you a little extra today, our little secret.” 

Allie made a mock locking motion at her lips with her free hand as he smiled at her. 

“Wait, aren’t you gonna try?” 

He stammered at her question, “I don’t-“

“Well I said let’s didn’t I?” 

“Robin, can you man the counter I’m taking my 15.” Steve yelled back as he fumbled around the counter for an extra spoon before he followed Allie back to a table. 

Allie let out a genuine laugh as Steve caught up with her, smirking over at him as she watched him push his hand through his hair. It was nice to see him flustered for once because of her, instead of the other way around. 

“Ok, what do you prefer, cotton candy or mint chocolate chip? Be honest” She asked, taking a seat at a vacant table and putting the bowl of ice cream in the middle. 

Steve thought for a moment as he sat across from her, tapping the spoon on his plump lips, “See that depends on the day. Sometimes I need something sweet like cotton candy, but other times.. You just need that classic tang of the mint, you know? It’s sweet but has that secret side to it that keeps it exciting..” He smirked, taking a scoop of the ice cream and holding it out. “Plus, I like the green of this one… it matches your eyes” 

Allie’s whole body warmed under his stare as she pulled the spoon from her lips. She secretly loved mint chocolate chip and now she’d never eat it again without thinking about Steve Harrington noticing the color of her eyes. 

“So is mint chocolate chip your favorite?” She asked knowing the implications of her question.

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing against the silly collar of his sailor's uniform as he composed himself to answer her. “It is today, yesterday it was cotton candy,” his soft lips curled into a smile as he watched her turn red. 

“How do you do that?” Allie asked him, watching his eyes flicker across her features in confusion. “One minute you’re a flustered mess and then you open your mouth and you say something cute as if you planned it.”

Steve laughed nervously, opening his mouth to say something but his cheeks flushed red and he pressed another scoop of ice cream to his tongue. Allie followed suit, distracted by the way his lips pressed together as he enjoyed the sweet treat with her. 

“If I tell you all my secrets you’ll just take them into the mall and use them on other boys,” he shrugged with a smile forming on his face. 

“Or maybe I’ll use them on you and that's what you’re really afraid of,” she laughed and he scoffed with a soft shake of his head. 

Steve’s break flew by and Allie retreated to the food court with the promise of tomorrow and the next 33 flavors. 

As the days turned to weeks the two continued to get comfortable around the other. Eye contact was held for longer, conversations flowed more naturally and lingering hands found each other from across the table. 

The third week sailed in and Allie made her way back into Scoops Ahoy, with a big smile and a little extra weight in her bag. Butterflies had never left her stomach the whole time but she hadn’t felt this nervous in a while. And when Steve’s eyes lit up watching from the back room window, she knew she was smitten.

He gave her a small wave and his cheeky smile that made her fall head over heels for the man even more. She waved back with a sweet smile, oh if only he knew what he was doing to her.  It felt like her heart could burst out of her chest from how fast it was beating.  So when he walked out from the back room, she needed to take a couple of deep breaths to steady herself. 

He stopped on the other side of the counter and placed his hands on top. His golden brown hair was messy but neatly tucked behind his ears. A couple of strands managed to find a way to fall forward. 

She needed to bite the inside of her cheek in an attempt to not lean forward and fix it. To touch him. 

“I like that.” His eyes lingered over her face for a bit before stopping on her eyes. 

She chuckled nervously, his gaze felt so much more intense than before. “Like what?”

“Your smile, it’s nice to look at …” He grabbed a scoop from the counter and twirled it around in his hand before saluting with it. “What flavor for the lady today?”

A blush crept up Allie’s cheeks and she bit her bottom lip to stop the smile from growing any bigger. Every time this man spoke to her, she felt all tingly inside. But there was no way she was going to let him see that side of her. Not yet.

“Actually, I have something for you first” She grinned proudly, reaching into her bag and pulling out a book, sliding it across the counter towards him. “This was the book I was reading the first day I came in here, and I thought you might like it. The main character is so sweet. I thought she might make a good book girlfriend for you” 

Steve let out a laugh and took the book, turning it over in his hands as he examined the cover, “Book girlfriend huh? I think I could give that a shot” He smirked, before turning and putting the book on the back counter. “So got a flavor in mind for today?” 

“What number are we on?” She asked, looking over at the display case.

“Hm, 13 I think” 

“You pick, then. Lucky number 13 has to be a Steve Harrington pick” 

Taking a moment to look over the flavor list, a wide smile appeared on his face, “I have the perfect one..” He spoke confidently, as he scooped the ice cream. “Rocky Road. A crowd favorite. And a personal one”

"Oh wow, a personal one? Why wasn't it the first suggestion then?" she teased, watching him scoop out way more ice cream than a normal sample size. 

Steve walked around, coming through the door built into the counter to hand her the cup. 

"Can I tell you something?" he asked, leaning in closer to her than he ever has been. 

Allie felt her breath shorten as she nodded, the sweet smell of waffle cones and whatever he used in his hair that morning filling her head. She could count more of the freckles on his cheeks and noticed how the tips of his eyelashes are a golden brown, just like his hair. 

"I kinda like to hog it all to myself. Devious, I know, but it's just too good," Steve whispers as Allie giggles at his expression, taking the cup of ice cream. This time his fingers trail against hers in a way that is more than obvious. 

"Your secret is safe with me. Can't have you losing your job or anything," Allie murmured, looking up at him before taking a bite of ice cream.

Steve bit the corner of his bottom lip as his eyes zeroed in on her lips and lingered for a beat. She smiled as his eyes found his way back to hers after she let the spoon go with a pop.  

“You got your spoon, Harrington?” 

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Saturday arrived in the blink of an eye and like the ones before during these past few weeks, Allie made her way back to Starcourt Mall. They’d gotten into the habit of having lunch together on Saturday’s since she’d be relieved of her babysitting duties for the weekends. When she arrives at the counter, she’s met with Robin refilling the spoons. 

“Hey Robin.”

“Ah, welcome oh great one” she curtsied, and Allie snorted a laugh as her eyes widened. 

“What?” 

“Nothing, I've just never seen Steve read a book so intently in his life. He hasn’t let it go ever since you gave it to him. Not that it’s that much of a surprise of course. I mean you guys have been spending time together every day this summer and he can’t pull his eyes away from you even if he tried.” 

Robin rambled on and Allie felt like she was in a daze. Not that she thought that he wouldn’t have read it but certainly not that he’d like it so much he wouldn’t put it down. As if he was summoned, the backroom door swung open, a flushed Steve holding the door open book in hand. He ran a hand through his hair and sent her a smile that made her feel like her legs were going to give out. 

“Hi.” He breathed.

Allie let out a small giggle and tucked a curl behind her ear, “Hi” She repeated, clasping her hands in front of her and returning the smile. 

Steve made his way over to where she was standing and held the book out to her, “This was amazing.. I’m not a book guy, but any more recommendations, I’ll be happy to take them” He grinned. 

“Book recommendations for ice cream samples? I think I can accept that” She took the book back from him and noticed a little piece of paper sticking out of it. Not thinking anything of it, she tucked it into her bag. 

The two of them had their usual ice cream date, trying a rainbow sorbet this time to be different. The conversation flowed as smoothly as ever, and at one point as they were talking their hands touched on the table, but neither of them pulled away. Instead, Steve casually intertwined their fingers as they talked. 

Again, his 15 minute break flew by fast and they said their goodbyes. Steve shot her a wink as he walked back into the store. “You should uh, check that book by the way..” 

Allie’s brows furrowed together, as she watched him walk away. She pulled out the book, and again found the piece of paper, pulling it out and unfolding it in her hand. 

“You were right, I did like this girl. But she’s not you” the note read, causing an involuntary grin to break out on her lips. 

She placed a hand in front of her mouth, shaking her head while her smile just widened every time she re-read the note. She turned her head to where he stood before to see if he’d caught a glimpse of how hard she was crushing over him, by just his beautiful written words, but he was nowhere to be seen. He must’ve walked to the back room. 

She smiled to herself while thinking if Steve had the same expression on his face as her, maybe he even felt nervous of the thought of what she would think about the note. Steve Harrington being nervous and flushed over a girl…maybe he even paced back and forth while thinking if his move was all too much and too forward… 

Well Allie didn’t. 

She turned the note and took out a pen from her bag, scribbling down the words that she hoped would have the same effect if she’d said it face to face. 

Exactly what I thought about my so-called book boyfriend, until I met you. 

She folded it and walked over to the desk where Robin stood while scooping up ice cream for a customer. She quickly placed the note on the counter top, clearing her throat to have her attention. 

It suddenly felt really hot. More than usual. “Hi. Can you please give this to Steve when you see him again?” She asked with a soft smile. 

Robin lifted a brow and looked down to the note, a smirk grew on her lips before she looked up to her. “Suuure, I’ll handle it.”

Allie watched as Robin disappeared to the back before rushing off. She bit her lip to keep from squealing, doing a little happy jump that earned her a weird look from a passing older couple as she left the mall into the sticky summer air. 

Another week passed. A week full of waves and smiles across the mall as Allie ushered Erica and her friends around and another lunch date on Saturday that had her crying laughing as Steve desperately tried to avoid an interrogation by Dustin Henderson. 

The next Saturday at noon, Allie excitedly hurried to the ice cream shop as the familiar hustle and bustle of the mall went on around her. When she approached the counter, she noticed something was off. Robin was the only one there, grumbling as she wiped down the counters. 

"Hi Robin," she said softly, trying to hide her disappointment. 

"Hey Allie. Sorry, no lover boy today. He didn't tell you?" 

Emotion choked any words that could have come out as Allie shook her head. How could she be so dumb? She had never even asked for his phone number. But then again, he'd never asked for hers. Her mind started racing as she mumbled something to Robin before turning to walk away. 

As she rounded the corner, Allie ran into someone, hands catching her before she was knocked to the ground. She looked up, relief rushing through her body as Steve gazed down with a smile teasing his lips. 

"Sorry, had to take Henderson home. Didn't figure you'd want that little shit joining us again." 

Allie laughed, smoothing the lapels of his polo shirt with a gentle hand. It was the first time all summer she'd seen him without that ridiculous sailor suit.

"I thought you'd forgotten," she said, looking up through her eyelashes. 

"Forget you? That's impossible," Steve murmurs before pushing a curl behind her ear.

“O-Oh.” the blush creeped up her chest at his admission as she stammered, his fingers still tucked behind her ear. 

He ran his eyes over her face. Almost like he was seeing her for the first time, taking in every single one of her features. She couldn’t help but smile as he ran his hand down her arm slowly igniting every nerve fiber in her body until he reached the tips of her fingers and gave her a soft squeeze. 

“You hungry?”

“Starving, actually.” 

“Well, we can’t have that. Let’s go get you fed.” he chuckled as he laced his fingers in hers and they began walking back towards the food court.

Allie smiled at him, and gave his hand a little squeeze, his thumb gently running over her knuckles as they walked. Ok, so maybe carting around Erica Sinclair and her friends to the mall all summer hadn’t been so bad. 

When they got to the food court, Steve outstretched his free arm and gestured widely, “The choice is yours. Anything you want” 

A giggle escaped her lips, as she dramatically thought and looked around, “I think I’m feeling a burger today” 

“As you wish, m’lady” He winked at her, making their way over to Burger King. 

They got their food, and found themselves a fairly secluded table where it could just be the two of them. As they ate, their conversation moved along from Allie telling Steve about Erica’s new antics from the week, and Steve explaining Robin’s whiteboard to her from when they first met. There were little touches, and nudges, and so many laughs Allie swore she was going to combust. Everything always felt so easy and natural with Steve. 

Steve reached forward, and brushed her curls off her shoulder, his fingertips brushing lightly along the crook of her neck. 

“Hey, what are you thinking about? You’ve been staring at me for a whole minute” He quipped. 

She stared at him for a moment longer, trying to figure out exactly what she wanted to say. Unsure how he would take her next words, “do you want me to be honest?” 

“Always,” he smiled, his fingers lingered on her skin and he grabbed her hand gently in his. “You’re making me nervous,” he laughed and the food court lights made his eyes glimmer. 

“I was just thinking of all the ways I could screw this up,” she admitted. “I’m not in your league and there are so many other girls—“ 

Her words were cut off by Steve’s lips brushing her knuckles, he peered up at her through his thick lashes. “I took you to Burger King, do you think I would just buy anyone a cheese burger?” 

“It’s not that—“ she sighed. 

“I know what it is, Allie,” he got serious for a moment. His brows pinching together and his tongue pushing against the inside of his bottom lip. “It may not seem like it but I think about how I don’t deserve you every time you walk through the doors of Scoops. I want to be here with you, I’d beg for a chance every day if you had turned me down.” 

She stared down at his hand that still held hers. He rubbed the back of her hand with a thumb and she placed her free hand on top of it, stopping his movement. She took a deep breath, she couldn’t look up to meet his eyes from the words she was about to say. The thought wasn’t new. Every time she left the ice cream shop she’d thought about it, scared for that day to come. 

“So you’re not going to ditch me because I’m not like the other girls you've dated?” Her voice slightly broke at the end. 

Steve sighed. He pulled back his hand and placed two fingers under her chin so he could lift up her head, whispering softly.

“And what are the other girls like to you?”

She huffed and looked to the ceiling while shaking her head. How stupid could she be? Steve had literally mentioned it in the note with his beautiful words.. but that could also be just something he says to every girl he meets, the safe card to play. 

Two warm hands cupped her face and once again was she met by those warm and kind eyes she could get lost in for hours. 

He lifted a brow and smiled softly in an attempt to make her keep going. 

“They’re…pretty. Like really pretty.” She whispered. 

He leaned in closer, eyes never leaving hers. Her mouth started to feel dry and face hot from how close they were. “But not nearly as pretty as you, Allie. You’re just getting prettier each day. I’m not going to be a fool and let go of this stunning woman, believe me. You're stuck with me.“ He chuckled slightly as he rubbed her cheeks with his thumbs. 

Allie leaned into his one hand and closed her eyes, relishing in his soft skin. His words washed over her like waves. She wanted to fully believe him, but that doubt would always be in the back of her mind, just a little bit. 

“Well, I consider myself very lucky to be the one sitting here with you tonight” She whispered, finally looking up to meet his amber eyes, and shooting him a small smile. 

His eyes raked over her features, and he started to lean in, both of them inching closer to each other, the tips of their noses just brushing as Steve’s tongue ran across his bottom lip.

“Hey Steve!” Robin rounded the corner, and crossed her arms over her chest. “I know you’re off today, but the till is off by a couple dollars and I don’t know what happened, and now I’m freaking out because what if someone short changed me and I didn’t realize…” 

“Robin! I’ll … Be right there…” Steve let out a sigh, dropping a hand from Allie’s face, but keeping his eyes on her. “I’m so sorry, if it was anyone else I would tell them to solve it themselves, but when she gets frustrated, it’s just.. It’s better if I’m there to help her..” 

Allie sucked in a breath and smiled, “It’s okay, I understand.. I uh, should get home anyway. I have to be at the Sinclair’s early in the morning” She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his cheek. “Thank you for today Steve.. And every day this summer. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

Steve nodded, looking slightly flustered and disappointed but she let him go. He was too kind, his heart too big and it was in his nature to help the people he loved at the sacrifice of his own well being. 

The next week blew by, she continued to stop by to get ice cream but Steve seemed distracted more and more. Tempted to ask him what’s wrong, Allie took Erica home early that Friday and returned before the parlor closed. Steve was cleaning the counter as Robin stuffed her uniform into her bag. 

“Hey this is a surprise,” he looked up, happy to see her. His hair was fluffy and his eyes were tired but bright when he caught the sight of her. 

“Can we talk maybe?” She asked quietly. 

“I have to drive Buckley home, can it maybe wait until tomorrow?” He looked sad, but Robin appeared from the kitchen and patted him on the shoulder. 

“I’ll walk,” she winked at him, “but you owe me a drivers lesson now.”  

Allie whispered a small ‘thank you’ in Robin’s direction as she walked past her. Nerves settling in her stomach as she thought of what the conversation ahead could bring. She twisted the ring in her finger as Steve rounded the counter and made his way toward her.  Settling his hands on her waist, he leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek. 

“Hi there pretty girl” he said with a smile as his thumbs brushed reassuringly at her sides. 

“Hi” she breathed, letting out a soft nervous laugh. 

“You want anything? I can take some stuff back out for you.” 

“No, no that’s ok. I’m good, thanks.” 

“Ok,” she saw as concern flashed through his eyes, “what’s on your mind?”

“I just—“ she sighed looking around. His eyes had the power to make her so nervous she felt like she was going to explode. The mall was so quiet only the sound of metal doors sliding to the floor as everyone went home for the night. 

“Not here,” he looked around and tugged on her fingers and pulled her into the back. She had never been back here before but I was bigger than she had imagined. A large freezer against the back wall along with a large table in the middle of the room and a few smaller ones that lined the perimeter. 

He led her to the table and before she could protest both his hands gripped into her hips and lifted her to where she was sitting atop of it. Her eyes completely level with his and unable to avoid the contact. She sighed, she had wanted to avoid the soft sparkle in his honey brown eyes but looking at him now she had forgotten all her speech. 

“You’ve been weird all week,” he said, his hands still on her hips, his fingers tapped nervously against her skin. “Was it something I did?” 

Her chest rose and fell softly, a pathetic chuckle leaving her lips as she brought her hand up to rub her thumb against the freckles on his throat. He swallowed tightly under her touch, searching for answers to stifle his misguided guilt. 

“I’m nervous,” she admitted, “when we talked about the girls the other day I wasn’t fully honest. You—“ she sighed. 

“I have a reputation,” he shook his head and a few hairs fell out of place as he dropped his gaze to her lap. “You’re scared I’m only doing this for sex, is that how you see me?” 

His fingers loosened their grip on her and started to pull away but she grabbed his hands before he could. 

She leaned closer to him and slowly placed her hands on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeats. It had a soothing effect on her. She could lay her head against his chest and just listen to it for a whole day while they talked about anything. 

She started to realize that this man meant the world to her. 

She took a deep breath and picked the words carefully in her mind, she really didn’t wanted this to turn out the wrong way. 

“Steve Harrington…” Her words  made him look up again, sadness was set in his eyes and she needed to swallow the thick lump in her throat to not break in front. 

“Listen, ever since I’d walked in here for the first time I’ve got a reason to get up from bed everyday, a reason to put my problems aside and just be. I feel that I can be myself around you and you see me for the one I truly am…but I remember school. People talked about you, I saw you walking down the hallway with a new girl around your arm every month. I don’t want to sound rude to you but why I’m being this honest with you is because I just don’t want to be that girl Stevie. I don’t want you to leave me, I want to stay…I feel so safe with you.”

She couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, feeling how the dam in her eyes was on the edge to spill between the cracks. Closing her eyes, she felt them streaming down her cheeks. Steve didn’t answer but she felt the warmth of his hands against her cheeks, thumbs grazing softly against her wet skin to erase the traces of her sadness. 

He placed his forehead against hers, their heavy breath mixing in the air between them, lips almost touching. She stared at them as he licked his lips before he whispered.

“I know that I may have not been the best boyfriend material…but with you, fuck, you don’t know what you’ve done to me. I can’t even remember who I was before I met you. I won’t let you go Allie, I can’t let you go I promise.”

Allie sniffed and she placed her hands against his cheek with their noses touching. She looked up to him through her glossy eyes and she swore she could see tears at the corner of his eyes.

"You know," Steve whispered, his breath warm against her lips. "I really wish I wasn't wearing this stupid costume while we did this." 

She laughed, running her fingers down the lapel of his outfit. 

"I kinda think it's cute." 

Steve stepped even closer to her, his hips fitting perfectly between her legs. Heat rushed to Allie's face as his nose once again grazed hers. 

"Allie, can I kiss you?" 

She nodded as he bent his head, lifting her chin so he could look her in the eye. Her eyelashes fluttered closed as Steve pressed his lips to hers. He was soft and sweet, way better than anything she'd been served over the past month. She smiled against his mouth when she felt his fingers tangle in the curls at the back of her neck. He pulled away, slightly breathless, and tried to straighten up, but she grabbed the back of his neck to stop him. 

"I wasn't done yet, Harrington," Allie breathed, earning her a heartstopping grin as his hands slid around her back.

“Believe me,” he said between kisses, slightly out of breath, “the way I was thinking about you all day, dreaming about you all night,” he put his forehead against hers, “I couldn’t imagine doing something else.” 

His words only made her want him more. Diving back into the kiss, this time more passionate, he felt the warmth in his body growing. 

This was everything he dreamed of - to feel the affection, the love, the passion. To feel her. 

In his eyes, this moment was perfect - she was perfect.

Steve’s tongue brushed her bottom lip asking for permission to further deepen the kiss. Allie let out a soft sigh letting her lips fall open. As their tongues danced together her hands caressed the hairs at the nape of his neck to pull him as close to her as she possibly could. If she could, she’d stay here forever. They smiled into the kiss as they pulled apart slightly and Steve nipped at her bottom lip. 

“I really really don’t wanna stop kissing you right now but um, can I actually show you something that’s pretty cool?”

“I personally thought kissing you was pretty cool,” Allie laughed as Steve helped her slide from the table to her feet. 

He looked down at her, trailing her features with his big puppy dog eyes. His soft, kiss sore lips curled up and he brushed a piece of her hair back off her face with a single finger. “We can get back to that,” he laughed, leaning forward to steal another. “After I show you this.” 

He wrapped his hand around hers and tugged her through the back door of the shop and into the cold back storage hallway of the mall. “This is creepy Steve,” she raised a confused eyebrow at him causing him to laugh wildly. 

The sweet sound bounced off the empty hall and made her feel all warm and comfy inside as he walked her through the hall. She watched as he scurried a head, tilting her head she watched as he pulled open another door as quietly as he possible could. 

“Hey, eyes up Allie,” he motioned to his face with his hands. 

“Sorry. Your butt just looks so cute in those shorts, it’s distracting,” she laughed walking to catch up with him. 

"Yeah, well, prepared to be amazed by something even better than my butt. Hard to believe, I know, but you've clearly never seen...." 

Steve wrenched open one of the large steel doors to a seemingly empty space, darkness filling the doorway. Allie looked confused, glancing up at Steve. He jerked forward, reaching in to flip on the lights. The room was illuminated, revealing the inside of an empty movie theater. 

"Back to the Future," he said with a shrug, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

"Oh my god, I've been wanting to go for weeks but none of my friends will go!" Allie shrieked before running in. 

She skipped up the theater steps a few rows before turning back. Steve was still standing at the doorway, watching her with a soft smile. He shook his head before joining her, guiding her to a seat before plopping down beside her. 

"Hey Steve," Allie whispered.

"Yeah?" he said, leaning forward to hear her better and to just get closer to her soft skin. 

"We kinda need the movie to be turned on."

"Oh shit!" Steve exclaimed, jumping up over the back of the seat to run to the top of the theater. 

Allie watched on with a lovestruck grin as he hopped up into the projector room. 

"I know this guy Eddie who got fired for watching movies on the clock," Steve's voice came from the dark room above. "But before he left, he may have let me know how to work this bad boy." 

The screen flickered on as Steve jogged back down to Allie's seat. He ran a hand through his hair, out of breath but smiling widely.

“Impressive huh?” 

“Oh yeah, I’m extremely impressed.” she said peering at Steve through her thick lashes. “Got any more tricks up your sleeve?” 

His eyes widened at her question and he brought his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“I um, I might have one or two.” 

“Hm. So you gonna show me oooor?” 

“Eyes front and prepare to be amazed.” 

Allie snickered and turned herself back to face the screen. She watched him out of the corner of her eye waiting for whatever it was he was going to do. She heard him yawn and feels him put his arm around her as he scooted closer. She tilted her head at him and burst out laughing. 

“Smooth, Harrington. Real smooth.” 

“There’s more where that came from, pretty girl” he winked.

“You know what I think?” She smiled, stifling her nerves. She was too hot even thinking about him calling her pretty girl everyday. She’d never get sick of it, but it would always make her flustered. Something about being alone in the movie theatre turned her on, her skin felt hot and she could resist touching him. 

He looked down at her but pretended to keep his cool as he watched the movie. She nuzzled her nose against his neck, tilting her face as far as she could. “I think you’re in too deep, Harrington.” She laughed, pressing a soft kiss to his throat. 

She felt his fingers tense against her shoulder, and his breath rattled from his lips. A small laugh of satisfaction felt her lips and her breath on his skin was enough to make him shift in his seat. He continued to pretend that he was watching as she kissed him again, finally getting a chance to admire every, single, freckle on his neck and jaw as she went. 

Inhaling sharply he finally turned to her, his eyes twinkling from the movie screen lights. He pressed a finger to her chin, tilting her head and closing the gap between their lips in the dark. “You had a good teacher,” he whispered against her mouth. 

“Oh the best,” she laughed, stealing another round of hot kisses from him. “Isn’t it cliche to make out in a theatre?” She laughed as he tangled his hand into her hair. 

“So cliche,” he licked at her bottom lip. “Wait,” he broke the kiss and Allie groaned, “this is a good part!” 

“Steve,” she giggled, tangling her hand into the collar of his scoops ahoy uniform to tug his attention back to her. “I’ve already seen it,” she laughed. 

“But,” he furrowed his brow in confused and his head tilted to the side.

“You were excited,” she kissed the corner of his pouty lip. “I’m enjoying this more anyway,” she smiled as his brows settled and his smile returned to his cherub face. 

“I owe you a date, a proper one with no interruptions,” he groaned, she could hear the pang of disappointment in his voice. 

“You’re the only one interrupting us,” she scrunched her nose up. “A proper date. Saturday. Steve,” she stopped and met his intense brown eyes, they softened the moment he realized he hadn’t screwed anything up. That it was all perfect. “Just kiss me some more.” 

He rolled his eyes, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck. “As you wish,” he teased as he brought his lips to hers again. 

Getting ahold of a money tree doesn't mean that you change. (Eddie Munson x reader)

Summary: You, Eddie, and the rest of the Corroded Coffin are childhood friends, I guess the correct word is were. You and your parents lived in a trailer next to Eddie's uncle but after your dad's company took off, everything changed. Well not exactly. You never changed but Eddie thought that you did.

(The Upside Down all the monsters do not exist but all the characters are the same and alive. The Byers didn't move to California because I said so)

Warnings: Swearing, bullying, threats, stereotypes, some angst (maybe? what counts as angst?), confessions (apparently it is a warning now)

Word count: It's over 3000! (I honestly have no clue)

Also, this was going to be longer and I will add or post another part sometime around... I don't know when

Today is the day. Today is the day you were going to confess your feelings for Eddie. Having a crush on your childhood friend since you were 7 has been hard, as you have kept it a secret for 11 years. It has been especially hard when you realized that your simple crush on Eddie had blossomed into love when you were 15. Prom is only a month from now and you didn't have a date. But hopefully, by the end of this night, you will. But if he didn't want to go that was fine too. At least you would have a boyfriend.

"You got this girl." Cheered Chrissy quietly. Oh, Chrissy. She has been your friend since middle school. She was your first girlfriend, well technically your only one. Even with your popularity, it was still lonely. Fake smiles, fake laughs. Nothing felt real to you. Only Chrissy. And Eddie. God… you miss Eddie.

While Eddie was your first friend, you were his first girlfriend. You used to live in the next trailer over to his uncle, Wayne. He was, and still is, a dear friend to your parents. When Eddie came to live with his uncle, you were the first one to welcome him to the trailer park. At first, he was weirded out that a girl, a pretty one too, was talking to him with an actual smile on her face. But after a smack at the back of his head from his uncle and a little scolding, he thanked you. And then it was over. You two became best friends. He later introduced you to his band members and friends. They too were weirded out by a girl being nice to them but they quickly warmed up to you.

At first, he was weirded out by a pretty girl that was talking to him with a smile on her face, but after a smack that the back of his head by his uncle and a little scolding, he thanked you. And then it was over. You two became best friends. He later introduced you to his band members and friends. They too were weirded out by a girl being nice to them but they quickly warmed up to you.

This is it. You thought, trying to settle the butterflies in your stomach. You lightly tapped on his leather and jean-clothed shoulder.

~~

"Um, Eddie." Your voice made everyone halt in their actions. Gareth and Jeff stopped talking. Dustin and Kevin stopped mid-bite. Will and Mike stopped writing. Eddie stopped breathing. So many thoughts were running through his head. What were you doing at this table? Why were you talking to him? and most importantly, What did you want? The two of you hadn't talked since your last Snow Dance where you had taken Gareth as your date as you had already gone with the other 3 Corroded Coffin members, starting with Eddie.

"What?" He turned around in his seat only to come face to face with your tits. You were the shortest one in the cheer squad which meant that you were the one that was tossed into the air the most. It always worried him. Even if he tried not to care about you, every time he saw you getting tossed during practice and barely caught every single time, he had to force his legs to stay put and not run over to you to ask, to beg that you quit the cheer team before you broke your arm or leg or even worse, your neck.

"What?" He turned around in his seat only to come face to face with your tits.

You were the shortest one in the cheer squad which meant that you were the one that was tossed into the air the most. It always worried him. Even if he tried to not care about you, every time he saw you getting tossed during practice and was barely caught, he had to force his legs to stay put and not run over to you to ask, to beg that you quit cheer before you broke your arm or leg or even worse, your neck.

Clearing his throat, he stood up so that he could face you so that he could concentrate on your eyes, your beautiful e/c that he could just drown in and he'd thank you for it, instead of your tits that he wanted to touch, to squeeze, to burry his face into. He wanted to lick and suck on them until they were covered in purple and blue hickeys- and he has officially lost his damn mind. Geez, Munson. Horny much? He thought to himself.

While Eddie was trying and was most likely failing, to suppress his urges to fuck you until you weren't able to move your legs, you were raking through your brain to come up with anything to say. You didn't just want to shove the note into his chest and run out of the cafeteria like a coward. But since you couldn't think of anything to say, you did exactly that. You shoved the note into his chest and ran away, Chrissy not far behind.

He touched his chest because, ow! That hurt. He had luckily caught the note before it hit the dirty floor. On the folded note were doodles scattered around everywhere. Your drawing skills weren't the best, yet he still found them adorable. He could see it in front of him, you poking out your tongue in concentration. Trying not to fuck up the drawing. He opened up the folded paper as carefully as he could as he didn't want accidentally rip it.

While your drawings were a try-hard, your handwriting was beautiful. In middle school, you shared the same classes until Eddie moved to high school. His handwriting back then was atrocious, sometimes even he couldn't read what he had written. You had offered to write notes for him after he had failed his third test in a week. He never brought a pen to class again if he wasn't taking a test.

His uncle and your parents had been called in twice because the teachers had thought that Eddie was bullying you into writing his notes for him. You told them that you didn't mind because you love writing and you had the same classes. After the adults had been called in a second time, Wayne forced him to clean up his handwriting.

When it was your turn to start high school, you were never in the same room again. Your paths never crossed. When he had second lunch hour, you had first and vice versa. That was until now. He had failed to graduate twice and now, you shared the same classes and the same lunch hour once more.

Just like back in middle school, you always sat in the middle of the classroom, visible but at the same time not. You never raised your hand and never spoke unless the teacher called your name. You never stood out, until you changed.

"What does the note say?" Asked Dustin innocently. He had heard stories from Gareth, Jeff, and Kevin because Eddie had always refused to talk about you in any shape or form. If he had, he wouldn't have been able to stop himself. If he had talked about you, maybe he would have been forced or forced himself to talk to you again.

The little hope Eddie had that this note you had shoved in his chest was genuine was crushed when he saw Jason and two of his closest friends Andy and Chace, smirking at him. He quickly put the note in his black lunchbox that was covered in dents, trying his best to start forgetting about it. "Something unimportant."

Gareth, Jeff, and Kevin looked at each other with unsure eyes. They knew what he was thinking. They knew that he was going to mess up, and when he does, they weren't going to stay quiet anymore. They have watched the two of you longing for each other for far too long.

~~

"Do I look okay?" You asked for the 10th time as you checked yourself in your hand mirror again. Does my make-up look okay? Is it too much? Is my hair still looking alright? It took nearly two hours to fix because you couldn't decide how you wanted it. In the end, you settled for two small braids on either side of your bangs. Eddie used to always find a reason to play with your hair when you braided it in any way. Hopefully, he would do that tonight.

"Girl trust me. You look amazing." Chrissy reassured you for the 100th time. "His jaw is going to drop to the floor so fast that it'll break." You looked down on your outfit. You had an oversized Metalica t-shirt that covered your butt with 2 inches to spare, a pair of fishnet pantyhose, black combat boots, and to top it all off, a leather jacket. You looked good… you hoped.

Chrissy glanced back at her boyfriend to make sure that he didn't hear you before she leaned close to your ear. "Are you wearing the set I gave you?"

You groaned. Cheeks heating up and glowing bright red through your foundation. "I hate that I told you my cup size." You glanced down at your wristwatch that your grandmother had given you before she passed and gasped at the time. "You need to leave. He will be here in 10 minutes." You pushed your best friend towards her boyfriend and his car.

When Jason saw that you two were done talking he hopped into his car and started it. If it were Eddie, he would have opened the passenger door for the girl before he hopped in himself. You rolled your eyes at Jason. What a gentleman he truly is.

"We will come back in 2 hours. Hopefully, you won't be here still." Giggled Chrissy. You slammed the door shut in her face.

~~

At 5.55 pm he arrived, only to see you standing outside of the dinner already. He parked himself a bit away, far enough that you don't to see him but close enough for him to hear any conversation you may have with any of your friends that he knows is hiding somewhere close by. To catch you two together, to watch and laugh at him for thinking he had a chance with a cheerleader. For thinking that he had a chance with Y/N L/N, the richest, the prettiest, and one of the most popular girls in school.

At 6 pm, you checked your watch. He saw the way your eyes lit up and your smile widen. From out of the inner pocket of the shiny leather jacket, you pulled out a hand mirror and checked on your make-up and hair. Why did she look so excited when the clock struck 6? Why were you trying to look good when this 'date' is just a joke to you? He thought. Well, he had to admit that you looked pretty tonight, beautiful even. He had always thought that.

You started biting your nails at 7 pm. As the clock ticked by, you suddenly started a pattern. Walked around the small parking lot. Stop. Pull a hand through your hair. Bite your nails. Look down at your watch and repeat. Over and over and over again.

8 pm rolled in. You had stopped checking your watch. Stopped biting your nails. Stopped walking around the parking lot. You just stopped. During these 2 hours, Eddie had begun to wonder if this wasn't a prank at all and if you had actually asked him out. If that were true… No. That couldn't be. It can't be.

8.05 pm. Eddie couldn't see your face anymore as your head was tilted down. H/C locks covered your face completely. A sudden gust of wind danced through, carrying your locks with it, uncovering your face for just a second. But that second was enough for him to see you. Eddie's eyes widen in horror as the light from the streetlight captured your wet and shining cheeks as the tears flowed down.

"Fuck." He jumped out of his bulky van, and almost threw himself to the ground with how fast he left the vehicle. "Idiot. You're such a fucking idiot Munson." He had just walked around his van when a sports car, that looked very much like Jason Carver's, came to a halt right in front of the now, cold and heartbroken girl. The passenger door was the first to open and out of the car jumped Chrissy, looking very excited.

"Hey, girl. I see that you are still here. Is Eddie inside paying for the meal?" She greeted her second hand with a beaming smile, ponytail bouncing as she skipped over to her best friend. She stopped in her tracks as you let out a sob. "What's wrong?"

You threw yourself into Chrissy's arms as you cried your heart out. "He- He never showed."

Chrissy nearly shouted out a; "What?" not fully believing what she had just heard.

"I knew that Eddie wanted nothing to do with me, and still I gave him that fucking note." You pulled away from Chrissy's embrace far enough to dry your tears. You didn't want to ruin her jacket like your ruined your friendship with Eddie. "I hoped that he missed me. That he missed our friendship as much as I do."

Jason let out a huffed laugh "He's just a freak Y/N. There are tons of guys who are better for you."

As much as Eddie hated it, he had to admit that Jason was right. Why would you settle for someone like him? He couldn't graduate. He wasn't smart or popular or a jock. He was nothing compared to any of the other guys in high school. So many wanted you and he knew that. He had seen the guys ask you out every day, some gave up and some still haven't. Andy and Chace were one of those guys who haven't given up yet. They took turns asking you out almost every single day. Eddie suddenly found the ground very interesting as he wallowed in self-pity and hate.

A hard slap echoed into the silent night, quickly followed by a howl of pain. "What the fuck Y/N?!" Screamed Jason.

Eddie lifted his head in shock. Did you just slap Jason Carver? And he missed it?

"He is nothing like you! Or Andy or Chace!" You yelled. "He is nothing like any of the other guys at Hawkins. He is Eddie, my Eddie!" "My Eddie!" kept echoing in his mind. After everything he had done and not done, you were still calling him yours. "You did something didn't you?" You accused Jason as you jammed your ring-dressed finger. Eddie nearly did a double take. Were you wearing the ring that he had given you before he asked you to the Snow Dance? "You must have said something to him and that's why he didn't show up."

"If you two were to get together, you would lose your status. Lose your friends and respect with the cheerleaders." Stated Jason matter-of-factly as he got into your face.

You clenched your jaw and Eddie could have sworn that he heard you growl. "THEN I QUIT!" Eddie's eyes widen at the harshness of your voice. He had never, ever heard you scream or yell like that. Both Chrissy and Jason took a step back in shock. He had almost forgotten that she was there as she had kept quiet the entire time you and Jason argued. "I don't want to be surrounded by people who can think so little of others who happen to be a little bit different."

Jason scoffed at that. What? Can't handle the truth? Eddie thought a smirk threatened to grow on his lips. "You've changed Y/N. You don't belong with those freaks." Jason was trying his best to reason with you but his frustration kept growing while his patience kept shrinking.

"You have changed Y/N. You don't belong with those freaks." Jason was trying his best to reason with you but his frustration kept growing while his patience kept shrinking.

"I am the same as I was 10 years ago! The only thing that changed was my dad's money status!"

Eddie hissed at that. He knew that it was the truth, his heart knew that you haven't changed. But his mind wouldn't let his heart control him. It wouldn't let him stay by your side in fear that you would one day change and become like the other rich kids that started to hang around you. When puberty hit you so beautifully, the cheerleaders and jocks befriended you and you joined the cheer squad.

Your family becoming rich didn't change you.

Becoming a popular cheer girl didn't change you.

But he was still afraid. He started ignoring you. He stopped talking to you, and he treated you just like the rest of the rich and popular kids in school. Your mutual friends Gareth, Jeff, and Kevin were just as afraid of you changing as Eddie and started to follow his lead even though it hurt them.

Jason threw his arms in the air in frustration. "Okay, so you haven't changed. Hip hip hooray. I still don't understand why the fuck you would ask the freak out on a date?"

"Because I love him!" It was as if the world stopped spinning. The wind stopped blowing. The clock stopped ticking. You love him? You, Y/N L/N, love him, Eddie Munson? "I am in love with Eddie "The freak" Munson!"

Fuck. He messed up big time. You had asked him out and he let you stand outside of the Dinner all alone for more than 2 hours, thinking that you were pulling a prank on him. He should have known better. He should have fucking known better. Deep breath Eddie, deep breath. In and out. It's time to grovel. With his newfound confidence, he walked out of the shadows toward you.

~~

You heard his chains clinking together and got a whiff of the lingering scent of weed before you saw him in the corner of your eye. "E-Eddie?" Your eyes widen in shock. You dried your wet eyes and cheeks as quickly as you could and combed through your hair with your fingers so that you didn't look like a total mess in front of him. "Wh-When did you get here?"

He took a deep breath before he looked into your eyes. Okay, confession time. "I've been here the whole time."

Before you could even open your mouth to ask him what he meant, he continued. "I'm sorry!" He didn't look away from your eyes. He needed you to see the honesty and love his eyes held. "I thought that the girl I have loved for so long, who grew up with nothing and suddenly had everything," He took a step closer towards her. His confidence was quickly depleting but he managed to get out what he wanted to say before he averted his eyes from hers and bowed his head. "I thought you wouldn't want to be with someone like me."

Your eyes soften and your heart clenched up in sorrow. "Eddie, look at me." When he didn't move a single inch to look back at you, you gently took his face into your hands and tilted his head up. "I've had a crush on you since I was 7 and I've been in love with you since I was 15." When his eyes widen and his mouth fell open, you let out a giggle.

"It's true." Pipped Chrissy up. "I've read her diary many times."

"Chrissy!" You gasped.

She ignored you and continued to talk to Eddie. "If she's hiding something from you, just come to me and I'll tell you."

You let go of his face and took his hand instead and started to drag him away towards where Eddie had come from. "Ookay. We are leaving." That seemed to have woken Eddie up.

"But I want to hear all about your little secrets."

"There are a lot of dirty ones~" Giggled your so-called best friend.

"Chrissy!"

~~

I'm sorry if this was bad. I think that I have lost my writing skills. (or maybe I didn't have that skill, to begin with) It was supposed to be longer, and have some smut, but I just can't come up with anything. I mean I have the dialog but not the actions or anything else in between. I hope you liked it still...

I think I need a writing buddy. Where can I find one?

When you don’t update a story for nearly a year.

Whoops....

Updates coming!

It’s been a while...

Hi there! I’m Bee and I used to write a lot of fanfics and imagines. It’s been a few years since I’ve written anything and I would love to get back into it. That being said, I have a few stories now that are kind of back logged that I can throw out at you all at any given point. And I probably will.

I should also tell you I used to write a lot of YouTuber fics. But, have changed to characters from TV shows and movies, as well as Critical Role. Things that I want to write for include:

TV Shows ~

Peaky Blinders

Supernatural

Reign

Stranger Things

Movies ~

Marvel

Critical Role

I’m sure there are others and I will update this list when I remember them. But, for now this is what I’m offering or feel slightly comfortable with writing.

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Pairing: Eventual Steve x Original Female Character, Steve x Darlene Henderson, Dustin x Darlene (idiot siblings are idiots)

Summary: Life in Hawkins is about to get strange. 

Word Count: 851

Warning(s): Uh…cussing?

A/N: I really wanted to write about an OC that I’ve been playing around with for a while. I hope you like her because I love her. I’ll go ahead and tell you now that I plan on writing more of her. You’re welcome in advance.

                                                                                                      Nov. 6, 1983

Dear Diary,

I keep having this recurring dream nightmare…

Darlene sat at her desk, the faint sound of Waterloo came from her record player, a finished English paper sat off to the side of her. The 16 year old was hunched over a composition book, a pen scratching across the page in looping letters. She often hid the notebook among her school books in an attempt to keep her younger brother’s prying eyes out. She was so hyper focused on the diary that she didn’t hear her door open and her mother’s voice. Only being pulled from her writing when a hand touched her shoulder. Jumping, she spun around to see the slightly amused face of her mother.

“Hey jumpy, everything alright honey?” Claudia smiled down at her daughter.

“Yeah, fine. Everything’s fine, just...journalling. The usual.”

Nodding, her mother sat on the end of the bed. “Barb called, I told her you were finishing homework and would call her back. I also called Mrs. Wheeler and told her to have Dusty go ahead and ride his bike.”

Darlene looked at the clock on her wall, it was past 9. She had meant to be on her way to pick up her younger brother from his friends house. “Oh shit, mom I’m sorry.” She turned back to her mother.

“Darlene!” Claudia looked only slightly appalled at her daughter’s language.

“Sorry.”

“Listen, go ahead and get ready for bed. Dustin will be home soon and you can repay him by taking him to school tomorrow okay?” Claudia stood up, moving to kiss her daughter’s head. “And try to get some sleep. You need it.” Her mother smiled, heading towards the door, quietly shutting it behind her.

Darlene just sat there for a moment before turning back to her diary. She looked at it for a long moment and ended up adding a little more before closing it and standing from her desk. Finally able to stretch after sitting for so many hours. The satisfying pops and cracks coming from the stiff joints. On her way to her dresser, she paused for a moment to turn the volume up. She let her eyes close, taking a moment to let the music flow through her. She opened her eyes once again before looking through the drawers of folded clothes until she finally found pajamas to wear. On her way out of her room, she tossed them onto the bed and crossed the hall to the shared bathroom. With a scoff of disgust she kicked her brother’s dirty clothes towards the hamper. She was washing her face when she heard the front door open and the sound of Dustin and their mother talking, though she couldn’t make out any of the conversation. After a moment she heard his footsteps coming up to their rooms.

“...getting my X-Men 134! I can’t believe it, I didn’t even say go. He cheated!”

Poking her head out of the bathroom, she smiled at her brother. “Come tell me about the session, bubs.” And quickly, her younger brother’s mood changed upon seeing his sister.

Dustin sat in the bathroom with Darlene as she finished washing her face and brushing her teeth, only to drag her into his room while he got ready for bed as well. All the while telling her about the hours they spent looking for the Thessalhydra and encountering a Demogorgon. By the time the fight began, it was time for everyone to go home. 

Darlene, who was ever the fantasy nerd like her brother, hung on every word. In the spare time she had with the boys during the summer months and any time they were off school, she would often be found alongside them in the Wheeler’s basement. Either weaving her own tales or helping Mike with his. The longer she sat there listening the later it was getting and she still needed to change. She stood up from the desk chair and headed towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Dustin asked, looking towards his sister from where he sat on the edge of his bed.

“Well, you and I both need to sleep. I’m driving you to school tomorrow, mom will have my head if I don’t.” She walked over and ruffled his hair. “Get some sleep.”

“Oh, okay! Goodnight!”

“Night.” She left the room, closing the door behind her. Going back into her own room, she shut the door before changing into the pajamas she set out for herself a little while before. Once dressed for bed, Darlene moved once again to her record player and turned off her music.

Shutting off the lights, she crawled into bed and snuggled under the warm blankets. She didn't realize how tired she had been until she got into bed, her eyes drooping as she reached over for her book. She probably wouldn't get too far tonight in her quest to finish Interview with the Vampire but, she was going to try her damnedest to get a few pages in. Five minutes later the book was forgotten as she slipped into sleep.

Hi there! I’m Bee and I used to write a lot of fanfics and imagines. It’s been a few years since I’ve written anything and I would love to get back into it. That being said, I have a few stories now that are kind of back logged that I can throw out at you all at any given point. And I probably will.

I should also tell you I used to write a lot of YouTuber fics. But, have changed to characters from TV shows and movies, as well as Critical Role. Things that I want to write for include:

TV Shows ~

Peaky Blinders

Supernatural

Reign

Stranger Things

Movies ~

Marvel

Critical Role

I’m sure there are others and I will update this list when I remember them. But, for now this is what I’m offering or feel slightly comfortable with writing.

Just some doodles. Let me know if i should do a colored version or anything else you want to see

Panacea [0]

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word count: 1,635

Warnings: Mentions of triggering/tough topics - such as abuse, racism, sexual coercion, and overall just toxic relationships. This is a general warning that will accompany every part of this little series. 

Summary: The one where you are given an introduction to your story.

Taglist: @sydneekomspacekru

(shitty) short introduction | part 1 | part 2

Roane County in Indiana, otherwise known as Hawkins, was supposed to be your new beginning. It was your way of starting over - of leaving behind your deadbeat father and your dead mother, of purging yourself of the sins of your family. Indiana was a huge change, especially in climate, when it came to your place of origin in middle-of-nowhere Arizona. Admittedly, it took you a while to get used to the colder temperatures - but you did what you’ve always done; you adapted. This was a skill you had to learn from a young age, especially with how poisonous your relationship was with your father. And, thankfully, your adaptive nature enabled you to quietly slip into the social structure that made up Hawkins's High - your extroverted, friendly nature helped as well, gaining you quick traction among the clichés of popularity. It was with ease that you blended in among those in town that held good names; after all, your mother had lived here for the first seventeen years of her life. Even though she had chosen to leave Hawkins all those years ago, you were welcomed back with open arms - and it was like you had lived your entire life within the small square footage that made up the strange town.  You have to suppose that a town of this magnitude never truly forgets who it marks as its own. 

And, well, it didn’t take long for Hawkins to mark you as one of its own. The ease you had with moving there seemed to infiltrate every aspect of your life. You got good grades - A’s on practically every assignment, quiz, and test, got along well with the teachers and the students, had no difficulties finding a job at the local diner, and you even hit the jackpot with a bewitching  significant other. At least, that last part is what every girl in your friend group told you. Now, Billy Hargrove was - in and of himself - a conundrum, to say the least. This was something you had figured out quickly about him; right after he had decided that your welcome to the town from him was his shirtless body hefting your heavy boxes into your new apartment. Before promptly deciding to spend the rest of the evening in the local diner with you, flirting more than you had ever seen a teenage boy do. In a way, you were still set apart from the others. Because you saw behind his façade; you saw behind the flirtation and sex appeal. There was a brokenness that you had only ever seen in one other place, and that was in the eyes that stared back at you when you looked in a mirror. The life he had at home wasn’t good - and your suspicions were confirmed the first night his younger step-sister had showed up to your apartment with him sprawled out in the backseat of his Camaro, with wounds that only could have been inflicted by a man in a drunken rage. 

His sister, Max, was another person you had quickly formed a bond with. That night, when she brought Billy to you because she had no other place to take him, she found out just how far your generosity could spread. From that moment forward, after you had patched up the wounds on a moaning Billy, your apartment became a safe haven for the two of them - especially for Max. Every time their house gets too loud or too violent, Max finds her own way to you; a frequent occurrence that caused you to give her your spare key. Unfortunately, though, Billy’s conundrum of an existence only grew bigger after the night you patched him up. Even though you were supposed to be his nepenthe - the one thing that takes away all his pain and sorrows, the one thing that helped him heal - he refused to admit that you did anything to help him. In his mind, it was a weakness he couldn’t afford and - frankly - that never happened. Honestly, you see more of Max these days than you do of Billy. And you’re naïve about it. You think that just because you’re helping Max that you’re helping Billy; you believe that he’s embarrassed and doesn’t want you to be pulled into his horrific domestic life. 

You’re naïve because you think you can fix him. You see the broken parts, the fragmented sides of this unhealed child that’s become your boyfriend - and you think that if you give him enough time, enough patience, that he’ll come forward, that he’ll let you help. But he won’t. Because, frankly, Billy Hargrove is past saving. He’s headed down a dark path and you’re only going to be caught in the crossfires. But you don’t know that; not consciously, anyways. He’s never laid a hand on you, so you think that things are okay. You don’t understand that it’s not okay that he doesn’t show up, that he yells at you when he gets mad and doesn’t talk about it after. You think that this is just his way of coping - that it’s different from what you did when you were with your father. And what makes your naivety even worse is that you swore you would never end up in a relationship like your mother. You watched, physical altercation after physical altercation, as your mother became more beaten and more bruised - and you swore, you promised, you vowed, that you wouldn’t become your mother. You broke that. Because you didn’t know that your parents started out the same way that you and Billy did. And as hard as it is to take it in, you are just as doomed as your mother was. You don’t have enough love to spare to put him back together again. But love isn’t what can fix him. Nothing can patch a boy together when he has crevices as empty and deep as Billy. 

And this doesn’t begin to touch the things that he does with you that you know are wrong. He’s a very high-driven, sexual person - and this is something that you found out decently quickly once you officially got together.  It never mattered if you were in the mood for it or not, you were too focused on trying to meet his needs when he finally told you about them that you didn’t realize just how bad coercion is. You think that you have it good because everyone else is jealous of the intimacy you have with him. You don’t realize that his coercion, his guilt-tripping to get you to please him is just assault. And even though he gets aggressive when you’re in bed, when he bruises you because you’re not doing something the way he likes, you don’t see the red flags. Deep down, you know that the way he treats you is wrong - but he’s never laid a hand on you outside of your private time together, so you think it’s okay. You think what you have is love and that it’ll get better once you get him out of his toxic household, but that’s not true. The abuse he experiences is so profoundly engrained in who he is that the toxicity will only follow him once he leaves. He might get out of the house, might leave behind his asshole of a father, but he is another victim that will fall into the idiom of the apple not falling far from the tree.

That’s just another way in which you and Billy are more similar than most people think. He’s turning out to be just like his father - and you’re heading down the same path that your own mother did; despite all your best attempts to pledge to her gravestone that you’ll be different. Your childhood was spent watching an abusive relationship pave itself; your father was always under the influence of something, whether alcohol or drugs, and it ignited an anger in him that could only be taken out in physical ways on your mother. You spent enough nights hiding in your closet with your blanket and pillow, trying to get away from the sounds of your mother begging and pleading, that you’d think you would know to get out of whatever you have going on with Billy. And one thing that makes you less similar to him, that sets you apart, is how you both coped with the abuse you’ve seen in your homes. You turned to books and school, delving into every interest and hobby that popped up as you grew. You found friends and a way out of the house and hyper-focused on how you would one day get out. But Billy, he turned to other things - like cigarettes and working out and blaring loud music. He found hookups and hyper-focused on how he was one day going to get back at his dad for all the pain, all the suffering, the man had caused him. Perhaps, in a way, you were two opposing sides of a coin - and maybe that was just another thing that added to your naivety about your relationship with him. 

You watched as your father, day after wretched day, slowly killed your mother. You watched as she dug her own grave, watched as your father finally - after years of her surviving - put her six feet in the ground. And Max, the girl who’s practically become your own little sister, the girl who would do just about anything to see you get away from her older step-brother, is determined to save you. The way she sees it, your fate is now in her hands - and it’s not something that she, or her “baby-sitter”, will take lightly.

Panacea

Summary:

Months after moving out on your own to a small town by the name of Hawkins (and promptly transferring your school records to Hawkins High), you’ve found yourself as the token girlfriend of the highly-acclaimed Billy Hargrove. You seem to have it all - a hot boyfriend that every girl could only dream of, straight A’s and a golden 4.0 GPA, and not a single parent or guardian to hold you back. But the truth is, dating Billy isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. You’ve found that it’s lonely - he never shows up when he says he will, tries to pepper up his apologies with bouquets bought last minute from the grocery store down the street from his house, and - almost worst of all - he never even bothers to open up to you. You’ve seen glimpses of his home life, heard stories of what goes on behind closed doors from his younger step-sister on the nights she finds herself on your doorstep, and deep down you know that this relationship isn’t any good for you. People always say that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree - and Max knows that Billy is a nuclear bomb set on a path for complete annihilation that will take you out with him once he finally detonates. Enlisting the help of her self-declared “baby-sitter” is all she can think to do - but she knows that Steve Harrington, with his familial history and his too-big-heart, can save you from the Death Zone. 

Chapters:

(shitty) short introduction

Extra Scenes:

Inspired Works:

Song Inspiration

Okay Panko Shrimps-

How would we feel about an angsty fight between Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington over the reader? Except it's a choose your own adventure so y'all would get to pick a side and the story would change based on who you ended up with?

Or would we prefer more fluffy fics? I can't help but write Billy and Steve into the most heartfelt sweet things because they are the bees knees.

It's late and I drank an entire thing of butterbeer so I might just be going crazy with the Steve and Billy thoughts rn, but I just want your input!

Also, thank you guys for the love on the Stranger Things fics, the amount of support I've received from them is astronomical. 🥹 I love you.

Thank you!

💛🦐

Let Me In

Steve Harrington X Eddie Munson

Eddie wants so badly to tell Steve the pressing matters on his mind. So much so that he's willing to bike all the way in the rain to show him just how he feels.

⚠️ Warnings: Slight Angst, mentions of scars, kinda sexual wording?⚠️

The rain poured and poured nonstop outside of the Family Video Store. It was dark and dreary, but when it was matched with the most spontaneous bike ride and a Walkman that played Iron Maiden, it was just perfect. The puddles splashed around as the new droplets of water joined the ground, making short tapping noises almost as if the sky was speaking in Morose Code. The night was just starting to fall which meant that the sky was a dark and hazy blue-grey, a calming and pretty sight to passersby. The stars were just starting to peek out as they twinkled onto the dark pavement below. The only thing that lit up the lot was the Family Video Store fluorescent lighting which shone on the cracks and pebbles of the pavement Eddie rode on, bike wheels slightly scuffing up the earth. His curly brown hair was now down to his shoulders since it was wet beyond belief and his clothes were equally soaked. His Hellfire Club shirt stuck to his midsection and his black ripped jeans became ten times heavier with the weight of the water holding him down. Still, he pushed through as he caught a glimpse of the writing on his shoes, urging him to go on. In the whitest parts of the soles Steve had written him little phrases. The little doodles of stars and smiley faces added to the butterflies starting to form in the pit of Eddie's chest as he knew what he was about to do.

The bike made a scraping noise as he came to an immediate halt the moment he made it to the front doors. He couldn't wait until he could exchange it for a motorbike of sorts, once he graduated highschool once and for all that is. Until then, the red chipped paint and the handlebars that locked up with every given chance would have to suffice. Throwing the transportation device onto the sidewalk, Eddie gave himself a slight pep talk before he went into the store. The movie posters that had been printed on the windows added to the feeling of excitement when he noticed one of them was The Evil Dead. Fiddling with the rings on one of his hands, he shook his wrist as the anxiety of the situation finally hit him. Still raining, he knew his slight eyeliner must've run down his face and would most likely cause a scene once he was inside the familiar store. Hopefully, since it was just closing, Eddie would be able to get in undetected via lack of customers.

Pushing open the doors, a bell resounds throughout the entirety of the small building, signifying the presence of someone entering. The carpet looked the same as he remembered, dirty and printed with that horrid triangular design exclusive to the 80's. However, even though the front desk stayed the same, the rest of the displays had been moved around expertly to accommodate all of the vhs tapes that littered the shelves. Eddie pushed on further inside, starting to regret his decision until his eyes made direct contact with Steve "The Hair" Harrington, wearing the most ridiculous green vest.

It felt as though time itself had stopped as if Eddie and Steve were the only beings in the world. Steve's hair was everywhere which told the metalhead that he had been stressed and ripping at his hair again. His light blue polo underneath the horrendous work attire brought out the phenomenal golden color of his skin and his dark brown eyes looked Eddie up and down. From the tips of his toes to the hair on his head, Steve took everything in and drank it into his memory, keeping it there as if he needed to remember every minute detail about Eddie and his physicality. The leather jacket under his patched up denim and his ridiculous perm that seemed to be exclusive to the music nerds of Hawkins High. The bats that were hidden under Eddie's clothing called out to Steve in an odd way, as if his fingers burned from the possibility of being able to graze over that portion of Eddie's skin.

Eddie offered up a slight smile to which the other boy returned, a grin that had melted the hearts of many and offered a sort of solace for the kids Eddie played D&D with. Steve was very handsome, he thought. It made him want to melt into the floor everytime he got to see the smile that showed off his brilliant teeth.

"Ahoy!- er- shit that was my last job, sorry." Steve chuckled and pushed the hair that was falling into his eyes away from his face, tucking a strand of it behind his ear as he leant on the red desk from behind. The telephone on the right of his arm was just as red as the counter and presumably Eddie's cheeks by this point. Thinking about Harrington was one thing, seeing him in the flesh was another.

"Ah it's okay, I didn't come to rent a movie." Eddie put one of his feet in front of the other, gently tapping the sole to the tip of the shoe in an anxious manner. He tried to look at anything but the beautiful boy in front of him, finding it excruciatingly hard for him to think about anything else. The ceiling tiles, the movies, the floor, the telephone, everything was so disinteresting compared to the radiance of Steve Harrington. Eddie was torn from his thoughts the moment he saw the pen lettering on his shoe.

'Never change, Munson.'

Steve had written that with a borrowed pen from Robin at one of Eddie's Corroded Coffin shows. He had played a total of two songs and there were about ten people who showed, but Steve was one of them. Eddie wouldn't have had it any other way; watching the popular boy glance at him over his guitar, tongue slightly escaping his lips as he glanced at Eddie's hands which were put to work on the strings, playing the familiar Metallica tune.

"What can I do for you then, Eddie? ...Did you bike here?" Steve asked, voice laced with slight concern. It never failed to make Eddie's insides twist and turn into something one could only describe as pure and utter admiration for another human being.

"I-I-" He began, but got lost in the words. How would he come clean about his feelings? How would he possibly be able to put into words the exact way he felt whenever Steve drove him to school or when he would smile at him from afar? How would he be able to get Steve to comprehend how he felt when he came to one of his shows? How would Eddie put into words how badly he wanted to touch Steve beyond the friendly handshakes and fist bumps?

"I think I might have a sweater lying around somewhere in the back if you want some dry clothes." Steve started to flip up the corner of the desk so he could walk out to the break room. He was wearing those stupid khakis that were so exclusive to the father community of Hawkins that Eddie would've had to suppress a laugh if he wasn't so invigorated with the current task at hand. Moving towards him, he threw all caution to the wind as he grabbed the other boy's hand, stopping him from moving any further and replacing the comfortable expression on his face with one of confusion. Steve's brows were furrowed but his hands and face were hot unbeknownst to the metalhead. This was the closest they had been in proximity by themselves, without the familiar screaming of the kids or the incessant nagging from Robin and Nancy. Just pure and utter silence and two boys looking for the right words to say.

"Steve."

"Eddie."

Eddie shifted in his spot, moving his jacket up with his shoulders and uncomfortably being awkward. Suddenly the store seemed hot and suffocating, the walls closing in on the two of them in his mind. Yet even with this sense of claustrophobia, he wanted to get even closer to Steve and to feel his hot breath exhaling against his skin and to feel the heat of him flush against his chest. To play with the hair that was always freshly sprayed with Farrah Faucet and the trace over the imperfections on his skin. Every scar, freckle, and mole on his body yearned to be touched by Steve's lips and the thought alone made him shudder in excitement. He knew he had to say this now before he was never able to again.

"I think-"

"Think what?" Steve harmlessly glanced at his face once more, trying to pick out what it was he was feeling.

"I think I feel more towards you than just a friend." Eddie finally let the words roll off his tongue and into the open air, surrounding the two of them as though they were music notes, echoing inside his mind and bouncing off the body of the boy in front of him. For a moment, Eddie felt relieved but quickly composed himself as he awaited a response.

Steve felt very very weird. He had never felt this type of way in his life, being at an indecision of what to do. He didn't know whether to freak out and shun away the thoughts he knew he had about Eddie months prior to his confession, or to accept it and let the boy know he felt the same. This would change everything and yet, it would change nothing. Eddie was so gorgeous. His hair was still dripping onto the floor that Steve was supposed to clean up after his shift, which ended twenty minutes ago. The chains and patches loosely placed onto his jeans and jacket made Steve's insides go wild at the thought of tracing over them with his hands, cautiously wondering what they would feel like under his tongue. But- despite all this- he remained expressionless, glued to his spot and not saying anything.

Eddie felt his heart break. He felt every inch of his chest erupt into fire, killing the butterflies that stemmed from his admiration and longing and anxiousness. It was all too much for him to handle. The worst part was knowing that he would have to go on as though nothing ever happened between him and the King of Hawkins High. As if every aching of his heart wasn't pointed in the direction of the one person on earth he'd wanted to be his lover since day one.

Turning around, he walked out of Family Video. The sky was now fully dark and the rain still beat against the windows, his bike now fully wet with the water that sloshed down from the gutters on the roof and the water that filled the puddles in the pavement. His heart felt similar to that in a way- just an open cavity slowly drowning from the inside out.

"Eddie!" Steve shouted from the door, but Eddie didn't want to hear it. He mounted his bike with tears in his eyes, mixing with the rain that fell from the clouds overhead. He paid no mind to Steve, who was now in the rain with him. It wasn't until he started to ride off that Steve knew he couldn't let him go. He couldn't just allow him to think that he didn't feel the same longing as he did. As if he didn't think about loving him in every extremity. Running faster, Steve managed to stand in Eddie's direction with his arms held out in an attempt to stop him from going any further. The tears threatening to spill from eyes became too much as Steve allowed them to fall, an emotion he didn't portray often.

"Eddie. I think about you that way too!"

The metalhead hopped off the bike. Standing just a few feet apart from the boy he'd grown to love, he felt the water escaping his lungs as the universe allowed him to breathe again. It was as if someone had conducted a surgery on his heart and fixed him and all the spontaneity he held within him before. All because Steve said the three words that he'd thought walking into the video store tonight.

"I love you."

And there it was. Rain still pouring relentlessly and both boys with cheeks so red you'd think they'd gotten a sunburn in the middle of autumn, there it was. The raw and beautiful emotion of two lovers who had been torn apart by society but still found a way back to one another. A couple of hesitant footsteps in front of them and the soft sobs that could be heard from Steve pushed the couple closer and closer until eventually the thoughts of tasting one another became actions. The thoughts of love and emotion became words and the intensity of their attraction became feverish as they allowed themselves to consume each other in their grasp under the harsh rain.

"I wish you hadn't waited so long to tell me that, Harrington. Otherwise, I would've been right here this whole time." Eddie said, wiping a stray tear away from his face once they broke away. A slight chuckle left him as he took in Steve's flustered but beautiful state. His hair was flatter than a pancake against his head and it made Eddie love him even more knowing that he willingly followed him out in the rain even at the expense of his hair.

"May I kiss you again?" Steve asked ever so softly, finally allowing him to voice the emotions he'd been feeling for so long.

"Of course." Eddie said, smiling and leaning in for another one.

The sky crackled above with a beautiful blue and purple lightning, shining down over the lovers who felt just as electric as the weather.

Glimpse of Us

Steve Harrington X Eddie Munson

⚠️ Warnings: this whole thing is just painful ⚠️

"You fill my lungs with sweetness, and you fill my head with you..."

The unfamiliar song started to play softly through the speakers of Steve Harrington's car, leaving him with a feeling of dread and sorrow. It was a foggy afternoon and the trees surrounding the town of Hawkins were tall and provided shade from the very little sun that poked through the clouds. It was darker than usual, a reflection of how Steve felt inside. The soft smell of petrichor filled his senses as he rolled the window down in an attempt to catch the air as he drove by. He was by himself today. No Henderson from the backseat to shout and cheer at the latest adventure they had. No Robin in the passenger side fixing her mascara and droning on about her love of Vickie. No one but the crisp cool air and soft rain starting to fall from the sky, so soft one might miss it if they weren't actively feeling rainy inside. Steve tousled his hair and wiped at his face as he continued down the path to the familiar clearing in the woods; somewhere he would be completely isolated and alone.

Pulling up alongside the road, he put his car in park and slumped against the wheel. His head hurt from the night before as he had stayed up later than normal, drinking an endless amount of coffee to get him through work and then through home. His cardigan felt heavier than usual as he wrapped it around himself quickly, trying to trap in any warmth before turning off the car and walking outside.

The King of Hawkins High now had a slight limp in his walk ever since the battle for his home. His hair was starting to lighten up at the roots and he had lost a couple pounds. Chiseled jawline and sad eyes completed the forlorn look he now wore with contemptness. Vecna was a thing of the past, but the pain the monster left him was far greater than anything that could truly heal over time. Today was full of nostalgia for him so he decided to release his emotions in the only way he knew how to; talking to Eddie.

The trees eventually opened up into the bright and beautiful field he had known all too well; the grassy meadow was a bright yellow in contrast to the darkness of the rest of the world which Steve figured was his friend's doing. Such a happy corner of the universe but such a sad day it held within its corners. 1986.

Eddie looked lovely today. The birds were flying overhead in intricate but beautiful patterns in the sky, keeping a watchful eye on everything happening down below. They paid no mind to Steve as he frequented this place often. Besides from Dustin, he was the only other human to walk this place with the knowledge of what it truly meant. Visions of Eddie running around with Dustin himself, bright eyed and beaming grins as they pranced about the meadow with their makeshift swords and shields. Robin and Steve had sat alongside the outside as they shaped spears using what they had gathered. Erica and Lucas fighting over the binoculars as they playfully expressed that they cared for each other. The last time when things were truly perfect, Steve thought to himself as he sunk to his knees by the site where Eddie rested now.

"Eddie Munson. The Hero of Hawkins."

The inscription was clear even though the rest of the grave had been worn away after quite some time. It was small so it would've been glanced over if you weren't on the lookout for the home of the Hellfire Club leader. There were a few sprouts of miscellaneous plants growing out from some of the sides and around the lot. The dead rose from the last time Steve came to visit laid atop, waiting to be replaced with another flower. He fished into his cardigan and pulled out another rose similar to the other one, although this one was very much alive. The petals were vibrant and dewey, matching the surroundings of the meadow and the sky overhead.

"Hey Eddie." Steve said, getting comfortable on the ground and fiddling with the grass. "It's been a while."

"Nancy and I will have to visit with the kids someday soon." He began, working towards trying to have the confidence speaking out in the open like this. A faint smile appeared on his face as he said his next lines.

"The meadow looks beautiful as ever, Eddie. I can see all the work you've put into it. Your aura was always a contagious one."

Steve swallowed back a tear as he ran his fingers over the inscription he had paid for himself. Eddie would always be known as the hero, even if it was only to a few people who resided in Indiana. Funny how your world can be comprised of a few science kids and a couple college friends. Or how it used to be, anyways. Before everyone grew up.

"We named our oldest after you. Ironically, he's very into Metallica. You would be so proud of your namesake." Steve said, feeling proud for a moment at the mention of his son. Him and Nancy had gotten married in the summer of '99. She had worn a plain and simple wedding dress but she looked beautiful as ever in it, hair pinned to the top of her head and a pearl necklace around her neck. Her smile had beamed so brightly that day and Steve felt like the luckiest man in the world.

"Robin apparently still visits Hawkins from time to time. She moved to Washington not long after everything went down in Hawkins. She said she couldn't take it anymore. We had a party for her and then she left the next day. I haven't heard from her since." The mention of his best friend made him crinkle his nose in fondness, remembering the night they spent drugged in the bathroom of the Starcourt Mall and her coming out to him as a lesbian.

"I know Henderson comes to see you with his family sometimes. He's almost always over at our place. He keeps me updated on everything happening in his household. Turns out, he's a great babysitter too. He tells Eddie all about you and about how great you were."

"Lucas became a professional basketball player for the Indiana Pacers. He's quite good, it turns out that he's found his people and his talent. He and Max still have some unfinished business, but as far as I know she lives alone after her mother passed not too long ago. She's doing better now since she woke up from that coma, volunteering at the local hospital. She went back to college to get a degree in nursing."

Steve tried his best to explain everything he knew. Eddie was the glue that seemed to hold their group together. After his passing, everyone went their separate ways and Steve felt very isolated. He missed his kids and the way it used to be sometimes, especially on days like today. But the same part of him that yearned for their reunion was the same part of him that was ever so pleased they all ended up okay. He couldn't be anything but proud of them after they all worked so hard to get where they were.

"The Byers still live in Lenora. Hopper went with them and he got married to Joyce. Jonathan went off with Argyle and started their own clothing line. It's pretty ridiculous, but I've heard that they're making a ton of money from it. Eleven is still with Mike. They visit us sometimes too when they can. They're still distraught over Joyce and her death not long after they had gotten married themselves. Nance and I went up to see them and it was almost as if the whole gang was back together. You would've loved it!"

Steve was laughing now as he explained their wedding even further. It was a shame that Joyce had contracted an illness but she didn't go down without a fight. Hopper visits her grave all the time when he's not too busy working for the post office. He still takes care of Eleven and adopted her the moment he was able to.

"Will is working as a librarian and he got married but that's about all I know. He's the one kiddo that hardly keeps in contact anymore. I heard he's a published author, but I don't know the titles of any of his works."

Steve stopped his rambling and stared down at the plants poking out from the grave. It was refreshing to see some new flowers popping up here and there, a contrast from the yellowing of the meadow grass. It was now starting to rain harder and he could feel the water droplets hitting his head, almost like the ticking of a clock telling him that his time with Eddie was almost up. He composed himself from his slight moment of fondness and looked down at the shining stone beneath his feet.

"Eddie." He said, moving towards the top of the gravestone and petting it in the same way he used to pet his long curly brown hair that was always mischievously framing his face and flying about. Eddie would smoke cigarettes while Steve played with it as he laid on top of his friend and played some of his Corroded Coffin guitar solos. His smile would light up Steve's entire room as the eccentric metalhead boy would sit on the end of the bed and laugh with him about their music tastes and the typical drama of the day. Eddie's Hellfire notebook would be sprawled out on the floor as he placed back and forth while he talked about what was to be expected from their next campaign while Steve listened intently. He would tilt his head if Steve had any ideas to offer and would jump up and down if something he had said would be added to the exciting fun of DND. Munson would run around in Steve's bomber jacket when it was cold. He would hold his hands when he wanted him to know something important so that he would have Steve's undivided attention. Eddie would prance around the field with Black Sabbath blasting through his Walkman. He would yell up at the night sky and ask for the universe to lift the curse that held him to Hawkins.

"I never stopped loving you." Steve admitted. Before he headed back towards the warmth of his car, he took off his cardigan and placed it atop Eddie's final resting place and smiled. "So you don't get cold, is all." He said.

Steve didn't believe in God or any particular religion, but he knew that somewhere somehow, Eddie heard every word.