Ari

Your average 21 year old nonbinary simp

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Likes on my posts are skyrocketing, I see you bitches hyperfixating after the new season release.

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Hello! I hope your doing alright🫶🏽

Well, I died for about two years but I'm alive now-

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I'm so so so sorry to make a request, I just can't bring myself to write this to calm myself down

How would Eddie respond to an ftm reader that's experiencing something similar to Arthur Havisham's "Why did your father stop loving you?" Scene? The heartbreak when Arthur says "You beat me"

Maybe Jason asks the reader that and he breaks down because he has a terrible relationship with his abusive father

Again I'm so sorry

Sorry for taking so long to get to this! I hope it suffices. I felt bad for how long this took me and I managed to watch snippets of the scene so I feel like there's something I might be missing. Please let me know if this isn't what you were looking for.

Requests have resumed. You can submit yours here!

Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, readers of color too).

The more details you had to your request, the better it is for me. EX: “What about some fluff for Eddie after he’s had a long day?”

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Eddie Munson x Trans!Male!Reader

CW: Mentions of abuse (not actually detailed out); references to binding

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It's been building--that much you do know.

You don't know when the seal first cracked. You hadn't been paying that close attention to things. But when it all exploded, when the dust settled and you watched from outside yourself, you know that everything, with enough pressure, does have a limit. You are not a superhero, not superhuman, and thus, you too have a limit.

And Jason Carver is that limit.

He's not the exact catalyst. You had your father to blame for that. But Carver is the match in a pile of dynamite. He is the spark--the hammer to come down on the cracked cover.

Only in retrospect does it become clear that maybe when Eddie asked you if you wanted to take Friday night after a game of Dungeons and Dragons just to 'hang out, blow off some steam' that he really was asking you if you were okay.

And you weren't. But you weren't going to burden Eddie with it. Considering he already had enough on his plate. You'd caught in whispers the conversation he had with Wayne when you were over about an extra expense because of the leaky faucet. They weren't in any position to let it continue to be a problem, but it was proving harder for either Wayne or Eddie to fix themselves. "Think he'd fix it cheap?" Eddie had asked. Wayne's reply came evenly, "No, but he'll fix it right."

So no--you were not in a mind to burden Eddie. But the shouting, the searing palms were still pressing down on you. They'd never stopped if you're honest. And you think they never will stop. Nothing is going to give in your favor.

After tucking yourself away in your bedroom, praying that the door you're pressed against doesn't rattle with a pounding fist or foot, you prayed into a seemingly never answering void that you'd survive the week. Jason had decided since Tuesday that you were the object of his displeasure.

It started with jabs at your clothes. Then it's your voice. It feels like anything can be wrong is wrong and Carver's making it a personal mission to point it all out. It wasn't easy to brush it aside. It wasn't fun to have decide if you're going to start a fight or leave it alone. And those your natural inclination may to leave ignorance alone, you lose the choice when you're hiding out at Lover's Lake, trying to let the stars wash over you.

There's a ruckus for a few feet from you. You're going to ignore it. Most people come out here if they're trying to drink. You're not going to bother them. You stay tucked away and hug your knees up to your chest. The group is a little rowdy at first, but they settle down, voices falling from boisterous laughter into broken chuckles and the occasional shout.

It's fine for a little bit. And you're not sure how long you're out there, but the voice get louder again. There's metal cans you can hear now clinking together. Loud groups and alcohol, a recipe for disaster.

"Hey!"

You turn to the voice, only just a little to see part of a body who's calling out to you. You think it's Carver, given the slightly tinniness to his voice. But you don't give it too much thought before you finish brushing the gravel off your butt from where you were sitting.

There's a crunch, the distinct sound of someone running on the rocky shoreline. "Hey, I'm fuck-fucking talking to you!" The words don't fall clearly; they slur, bumping into each other like the syllables don't know their place in the sentence and cadence.

This is only supposed to be a moment to escape, feel at peace for the first fucking time all week. You continue on. No need to give into the drunkenness.

"The fuck, bro. Just slow down!"

You remain silent, pushing onward and the crunch of gravel under the shoes is louder and louder until a hand catches your elbow. "What the fuck? You can't hear?"

The hand comes up to hoodie you've pushed over your head like trying to swat away flies and you realize Jason--clearer closer up--must think you've got headphones on. You push back at his swatting head. "I can choose not to respond," you huff, pushing away from him.

He holds tighter. "I-I want to ask you something."

"Carver, not today," you warn, pulling firm to get your wrist free from his hold.

"I-just listen, please," he begs. And when you look at his face, highlighted by moonlight, you something that looks like it might be an ounce of concern. It doesn't last long because you tug again.

When Carver lets you go, you take a step back your balance off for a moment but you catch yourself. You don't want to cry. But the heat of Carver's touch is still searing into your skin, into the some tender spot you'd been nursing this particular week.

"What does it feel like?"

You shake out your wrist a little, face pinching up into confusion. "What does what feel like?"

Carver only gestures over you. "This--what does it feel like? Like, we all know."

And you're not sure what he's referring too--what it is that everyone knows. There's too many things for the town to know and too many things that the rumor mill always churns. It could almost be anything at this point that he's trying to hint at.

"I--whatever," you retort, but something catches in your chest. You're really not sure what he's referring to.

Carver takes your wrist again and yanks the sleeve up. His hand with the can still in the grasps waves over you again, like he's trying to gesture to something without really giving it away. There's a pause at your torso and you think you know what really is being given away. "Tell me--When do your father stop loving you?"

It cracks--everything you'd been swallowing down. Everything you'd been trying to throw more and more dirt onto to bury comes vomiting back up when you slam your first into Jason's chest. The thud of his chest vibrates up your arm. "Leave it alone!"

"Fuck you. Fuck you for asking that," you huff. "You don't--" but the truth cracks with your voice. "I don't know."

You're not sure when it started or why it started. But you were here now--hiding from everyone. Perhaps even from yourself. You don't know how long you stand their wailing at the boy's body. But you don't feel like it's been long enough. "Fuck you!" you shout. "Fuck you!"

Arms wrap around your waist. Your weight falls into them--not that you have a choice. You're being pulled away. And when the arms don't release you at the tug of your fingers into their forearms, you start thrashing against them. "Hey, hey, it's me! It's Eddie!"

It's only the sound of his name that makes you freeze long enough to blink through the tears. Carver's keeping the rest of the team pushed back away from you, like he maybe he's defending you. But when he turns, his eyes are downturned. Like he hadn't really meant to cause so much a scene. But the damage is done now.

You think you see something that might turn into a bruise on his face--a red spot on his cheek. You're not sure if you did that. But the thought that maybe you did freezes your blood.

"No, no, no, no, no," you whimper.

"It's me, Eddie. Please stop fighting me," Eddie tries again. He'd only come to the Lake when he climbed into your window and noticed your room was empty. You'd left the window unlocked and cracked so it was easier for you to sneak in and out of it.

Eddie used it to his advantage when he wanted to hang out with you, but couldn't through on the phone to ensure you were home. Sometimes, he didn't even feel like dealing with your dad so he'd drive over and just poke his head up into the window.

When he didn't see you in your room and you hadn't mentioned to him going anywhere he had an inclination that you might be here at the lake. Your body is limp now in his arms. Your broken sobs are loud in the night. They echo and echo.

"Talk to me. What happened? What did Carver do?"

"I-it's me," you heave out.

Eddie settles, releasing his arms slowly from around you. "You? What do you mean it's you?"

The words don't come up anymore, just an ugly sob. Eddie does what he can, encasing you now in a hug, face buried into his chest. "It's okay. You're okay now," he returns.

You don't have enough breath. You're heaving and you know it. You'd cried up everything on the walk back to Eddie's van, but now you're heaving. Your chest is on fire. The world is starting to get just a little blurry on the edges. It's not the tears. You know what it is, the pinches at your chest and ribs prominent more now with the excessive physical movement and possibly from Eddie's earlier grasps on you too.

The bandages sting at your skin. Your face is hot with embarrassment and tears.

There lies the wreckage. There it lies.

In the back of the van, Eddie notices your subtle tugs. "How long have you been wearing them?"

"All-all day," you heave.

"You know you can't do that," he reprimands. It's gentle, hand resting on your knee. He's dug out napkins to give to you to wipe the tears and snot from your face.

You only give a half a shrug.

"I'll guard the door, but you have to promise you'll have take the binding off if I do. I won't risk my ass to Carver for nothing."

You can only nod. Everything feels uneasy, shakes in your hands but you can get it undone at least. Eddie takes the affirmative sign and slips back out the backdoors. With a deep breathe, trying to steady your nerves just enough. When your eyes close you see that stupid drop of sincerity on Jason's face and nearly lose it all again.

Why the fuck would he care? Why did it matter to him the shitty life you were living?

The pop of the bandage brings a small bit of relief. You get it loose, not properly off, but you drop your head into the wall of the van and take the good deep inhale. You're not far from the door and when you can get the end of the into a solid grasp from the bottom of your sweatshirt, you tap your foot against the door.

Eddie is quick to crawl back inside. "Took you long enough."

"Can you help?"

There's only a pause, long enough for it to be noticable but not long enough for it feel awkward. "Yeah, of course."

You push up, unwinding a bit more and feed it Eddie. It's not awkward, as the two fo you work the bandage around, more and more bit of relief settling for you. The end of the sweatshirt rides up just a little bit nothing revealing.

"What did you mean by it's you? What the hell happene?"

"Shitty week," you return. "I know Jason's probably drunk but--it's just what he asked me."

Eddie's brow quirks in the silent question. You drop your head back into the wall of the van, the bandage all now completely unraveled. You work it slowly back up around itself into a ball. "He asked when my father stopped loving me. And said 'we all know'. And I don't-" your voice cracks, lifting the ace bandage. "I don't know what he's talking about but is it really that obvious? I don't--I'll die if the wrong people ask. Hell, I might die in my own fucking house."

"You're not. You're not going to die, because I swear to God I'm getting us out of this shitty ass town. Where you can be you've always been. Away from your dad. But you're not dying. Not here."

There's so much conviction in Eddie's tone that you want to believe him.

"But he beats me," you choke out.

Eddie had always suspected but when he asked, you always had an excuse. The thing Eddie wouldn't do is beat a dead horse. Perhaps now, the horse has never been more alive. "You're spending the night with me," Eddie declares, "nothing's going to happen tonight."

Because if you're with him nothing will. If you're with Eddie you're not with your dad, and if your dad comes looking there was more in the Munson trailer and though Eddie never likes resorting to violence, the hunting rifle Wayne used to take hunting was something Eddie had gotten used to shooting.

"Only use it when you absolutely need to, son. Humans aren't deer. But if it's you or someone else and I'm not there, you need to come back to me alive."

Perhaps Wayne would allow Eddie the grace to extend the sentiments to you. Because if it's you or someone else, Eddie needs you alive.

"I'm going to keep you alive," Eddie states. "Even if it means forcing you out of your binder kicking and screaming or hauling you off people when you snap, I'm keeping your ass alive."

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The build up? The way Jason was SO IN CHARACTER and not written as a stereotypical asshole? WAYNE??? EDDIE??? My dude your fics are absolutely top tier, definitely my favorite writer on Tumblr so far!! Keep up the amazing work, I was brought to tears with this it's so perfect.

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In summary, I'm a whore.

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I'd like to follow this up

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Haven't I Given Enough

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

Summary: Late night slushies with your best friends is nostalgic, an amazing way to spend your night. Recently it's all that's gotten Eddie out of the house, but you didn't realize why he was suffering so much.

Warnings: Volume 2 spoilers, angst, mentioned character death, post volume 2, mentions of bullying/harassment/abuse, again angst, this was a lot longer than I thought it was gonna be, the kids consuming way too much candy, yelling but playful yelling, play fighting, mentions of scars

Author's Note: There's a whole bunch of fluff before the angst, I also tried not to involve any ships regarding the younger kids so please don't yell at me for that.

"PUT IT DOWN, WHEELER!"

"NO, I HAD IT FIRST!" Mike gave a look as if to say 'Duh,' holding the bag above Dustin's head and Eddie laughed loudly when he snatched it. An absolute gremlin laugh. He rummaged through the candy bag, pulling out a mini m&m bag before tossing the plethora to Will, who laughed in triumph when he caught it.

"I HAVE BEEN CHOSEN!"

"THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Lucas screeched as he tackled Will and they went tumbling into the shelf holding all of Eddie's D&D things.

"Hey, HEY, DO NOT MAKE ME PUT YOU IN TIMEOUT."

You poked his ankle as he walked by, the action making him jump two feet in the air with a screech and everyone burst into laughter.

Max rolled her eyes and El burst into laughter as Mike jumped onto Eddie's back, wrestling him down for the tiny bag of m&m's; a dangerous game when you're fighting with Eddie Munson.

Max offered Eleven another piece of candy corn from the bowl in her lap, the brunette only taking them when they're offered and the redhead refusing to touch them. Lucas swung by and stole a piece of the candy, taking a munch break for a few seconds before tackling Will again for the big bag of assorted candy. Dustin caught wind of the bag, completely abandoning Mike and Eddie before joining Lucas in his rampage against Will.

"Sharing is caring- SHARING IS CARING, WILLIAM!" The D&D shelf fell down with a defeated slam and Eddie whipped his head around, eyes wide and mouth agape. Everyone froze and Dustin stared Eddie down. Lucas resorted to a karate stance and Will hid the bag behind his back.

"Now you've done it," Eddie mumbled. It was then that Mike took the opportunity to steal the metalhead's candy, downing the entire bag. "OH YOU'RE DEAD-"

The stairs to the basement creaked loudly and Steve grabbed a hold of Eddie right as he launched himself at the teen, Mike laughing loudly as he flopped down on the couch next to Will and made an attempt to steal more candy.

"We leave you alone for five minutes and you try to kill each other!" Steve shook his head and brushed his hair off of his forehead with his fingers, flicking Eddie on the forehead. He got a prompted shove in return and Robin descended down the stairs with grocery bags in tow. She had been waiting for the chaos to subside.

"And you said no to babysitting. Imagine, Steve. Eddie was a better idea to leave alone with the kids?"

"I'm almost seventeen, HOW AM I STILL A-"

"MIKE, IF I HEAR YOU YELLING ONE MORE TIME, I SWEAR I'M COMING DOWN THERE AND STEALING EVERYTHING YOU LOVE!" Nancy's yell cut him off, Dustin trying and failing to hold back a chuckle.

Lucas jumped up and nudged Eddie, offering another bag of tiny m&m's. A peace offering. Eddie accepted and gave Lucas a small nudge in return. "She's a real hardass when she's studying, huh?" He lowered his bag of candy, offering you a piece and you gladly took two pieces. He pouted, ripping the bag back and you laughed fondly at him as you shook your head.

"Yeah, she's always been like that. I guess. Sometimes, anyway." Steve shrugged.

"We should probably hang somewhere else, Nancy gets annoying when she's studying." Mike had finally managed to persuade Will out of a Reeses, sharing a cup that was broken in half with him and breaking his own piece in half to share with Eleven.

Max shrugged and leaned her elbows on her friend's shoulders, braiding the brunette hair laying over them. "Well I'm starving, we could go get some food?"

"It's midnight, what place is even open?" Robin took a chug of her energy drink after the sentence and Steve raised an eyebrow at her.

You raised your hand and slapped it on Eddie's thigh, the screech he let out catching everyone's attention. "Isn't the gas station open 24/7 now? They've got a shit ton of cool stuff in there."

"Oh yeah, they also set up that Pac-Man machine!" Will grinned as he leaned forward.

Steve had opted to go back home, stating he had an early work day in the morning but Robin still tagged along. Max had dragged El along and Lucas had followed with Max. You'd teased Mike and Will into joining when Mike said he was tired, Eddie and Dustin being rambunctious as always with each other.

You all took Eddie's van to the lonely gas station, the teen behind the counter scratching away at lottery tickets and not paying the group of you any mind. On the way, Robin sat behind you and talked your ear off about some movie that the Family Video finally got. Eddie mentioned something about D&D and Robin fell down a rabbit hole as the metalhead enthusiastically ranted to her.

Once inside, Max grabbed El and Lucas and made a beeline for the terrible hotdogs that were available. Seeing Lucas being dragged away, Dustin grabbed Mike and Will and followed. Eddie laughed at the younger teens, shaking his head as he decided that he was dragging you and Robin with him.

The three of you went over to the slushie machine, a long row of flavors lined up and Robin's eyes widened upon seeing them. "There's so many flavors! How does one person pick?!"

"Wait wait, you've never been in here before?" Eddie laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, quickly getting distracted by a root beer flavoring. He mumbled as he grabbed a cup. "It's only THE place to hang out if you want to fill your body with the most ungodly food known to man." He wandered to the row of flavors and you laughed softly as you shook your head. He was getting a completely different flavor than the one he'd been eyeballing.

"Well, I've never really gone out a lot. You know, strict parents and stuff."

"Well, we've definitely gotta hang out more often then." You smiled at Robin, patting her on the shoulder and she beamed a happy smile before jumping to get a slushie flavor.

Eddie let out a mischievous laugh, pulling a flask out of his pocket. "Thirsty?"

"Oh my God, Eddie-" you started and Robin rambled quickly.

"Eddie that's horrible. I want some." She held out her slushie and he poured a little bit into it. "Wait, aren't you the designated driver?" Eddie only shrugged.

"I'll drink when we get back. It'll be cool, just gotta drop the kids off first and then we can crash at my place?" He shrugged.

Eddie was taken back when he felt a gentle tug on his battle vest, his brows furrowing and he turned to see Eleven holding up some chili cheese fries. "May I have these?" Eddie's gave her a wide smile.

"Yeah, 'course. You don't even have to ask, knock yourself out." Eleven beamed at him and launched herself into him to give him a tight hug.

"Thank you!" She gave a giggle as she almost skipped back to Max, who was making her own ensemble of chili cheese fries.

You smiled at Eddie, who was smiling to himself. He'd spoil all of the kids rotten if he could, you knew that. Dustin had ended up starting a play fight with Will and Lucas over who would pick which kind of chips, Mike settling for a bag of York candy and Max was talking about which slushie Eleven wanted to share.

When everyone had gotten what they wanted, they had all assembled back at the front of the store where they set down all their stuff for the cashier to ring up.

All the boys insisted on paying for their own things, Lucas proclaiming that Eddie was broke which got a very unamused reaction from the metalhead. Max offered to pay for hers and El's things, but Eddie was gracious enough to cover it.

The cashier was not invested at all, simply ringing up the items as they were being handed to her.

Robin almost tripped when she tried passing her slushie up. "Eddie if you spill that, you're paying for it."

"I'm paying for it anyway!" He laughed, not realizing that he had finally caught the attention of the cashier. When he looked back at her and caught her glare, his smile immediately faded and he almost shrank into himself. He knew why she was giving him that look; she was a little brunette girl with bright blue eyes who was on the cheerleading team. Eddie vaguely remembered Lucas turning her down when she asked him out.

He cleared his throat and kept his eyes glued to the things on the counter. Max pushed herself in front of Eddie, grabbing hers and Eleven's things. "How much did you say that would be?" You set your hand on Eddie's back and gently ran it up and down, a look of concern on your face.

She huffed through her nose and you glanced at Eddie, who was still staring at the drinks on the counter. You could almost feel how uncomfortable he was.

"$15.46." Max scoffed.

"It says 10.46 right there."

"Murderers pay extra." Eddie let out the breath he was holding, finally looking up at her.

"Don't talk to him like that, he's not a murderer." You snapped at her, your attempts to keep calm failing.

"Listen, I'll pay the fucking fifteen or whatever. Keep the change." He slapped sixteen dollars onto the counter and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him after grabbing his drink. He was going to kick himself in the ass later for paying that much,, but he didn't even care at that moment. Robin grabbed her drink and rushed after him, Max giving the cashier a tight smile before grabbing the rest and walking away.

You could tell by the grip on your hand that Eddie was trying to keep himself together. He pulled you around to the driver's side of the van, wrapping you up in a hug with a shuddering breath. You immediately responded, hugging him back tightly and burying your face in his shoulder. His curly brown hair tickled your nose but you didn't even care right now. He needed you there, so you'd be there.

He had been cleared of the murder charges, Hopper had made up an excuse behind the earthquakes, the killings. Some people had believed him, but so many other people refused to believe it. How could they? Eddie Munson was a Satanist, a devil worshipper, the scum of the earth.

Eddie was none of those things. He'd never murdered anybody, he didn't worship the devil, and he was far from a terrible person.

He'd been too terrified to go out the first few weeks after he was proven innocent, both from shame of his scars and fear of being discriminated against.

"It's okay Eds. I'm here." You ran your fingers through his curls, some tangles holding your fingers hostage but when that happened you'd just move your hand to a different spot. He melted into you, Robin quickly running up and gently rubbing his back.

"Hey, you okay?" She tilted her head and when a sob escaped Eddie, she winced. "Oh, definitely not okay." Max was the next one to run up, Eleven in tow and they were both equally as worried about him as you and Robin.

Dustin was lighting the cashier up, swearing up one side down the other and saying that he'd report the woman.

You ran your fingers through Eddie's hair and kissed his temple, his grip tightening on you. "I don't understand it, why are people still doing this?" His voice was muffled by your shirt and your heart cracked at his words.

"When is it gonna end, this isn't fair. It's not fair!" Eddie turned his head, his face now not buried in your shoulder but rather in your neck. The way he was hunched over couldn't have been comfortable for him so you made the attempt to get him to sit down. Robin took his slushie before he busted the cup from how tight he was gripping it.

"Eddie, it's- it's still fresh, it'll die down." Robin tried reasoning and Max nodded along.

"Yeah, people will back off. Deep down they know you didn't do it."

Eddie's face scrunched up as he pulled away from you, laying against the side of the van and you brushed his hair out of his face. He had tears streaking his cheeks, his eyes glued to the slushie you had set down. El and Max both sat on one side, the group of boys running out of the store with Dustin calling Eddie's name.

"That was a shitty thing for her to do, you didn't deserve that at all. You doing okay man?"

Eddie wouldn't answer, his eyes dulling as he most likely dissociated.

"We know you didn't do that, Eddie. We all know what happened." Mike continued on.

"Yeah, you're a hero." Lucas finished the statement from the group of boys, Will coming to sit on the opposite side of the girls.

"Haven't I given enough?"

His voice broke and with it so did your heart.

Eddie finally brought himself to look into your eyes, his own big and brown and the look he held screamed "please help me."

Everyone was silent. Nobody had an answer for his question, and how could they?

Hadn't he given enough?

His mother was a hippie addicted to drugs and his father was a runaway criminal who tried passing on the worst traits that he could to his son.

He went through school being bullied for his home life and how he presented himself, along with the quirks in his personality that others found strange.

He was accused of being a devil worshipper who lead a cult.

He watched more than one person die.

He was accused of the deaths.

He got forced into hiding and hunted like a wild animal for things he didn't do.

When he decided do what he thought was best to keep those he loved safe, his body was brutally mangled and scarred.

And it still amazed you that despite all that, Eddie Munson still smiled and lived his life as if he was the most carefree person on the face of the planet.

Eddie Munson loved the people around him with all his heart and always put them first.

That's the thought that drew the tears to your eyes. You stared into Eddie's eyes, those that pleaded for an answer to his question, and cried. You couldn't answer him, even if you wanted go because you didn't know how to.

"I'm sorry." You ran your fingers through his hair for a long moment before the dam holding you together broke. You tugged him to your chest and held him there, his arms latching to you. "I'm so sorry, Eddie." You buried your nose in his mess of dark curls, just holding him.

"I can't answer that question for you, and I don't think I'll ever be able to." Robin and Eleven both seemed to share the same mindset as they set their hands on your left shoulder. Eleven's hand made it there first, Robin's hand resting gently over hers.

"Eddie, there's some things that we'll never be able to explain. Things aren't fair, they might not ever be fair." His grip tightened on you, his breath shuddering. "I can make you a promise, Eddie." He nodded into your chest. You nodded back and hugged him.

"I can promise you, you will always have the people who love you. And God, do we love you Eds." You pressed your lips to the top of his head in a lingering kiss. "You are loved. You're loved so, so much." You pulled his head from where he was hiding in your chest, your hands cupping his jaw. Your bloodshot eyes met his, your tears mirroring his own.

"You are loved, Eddie. So much."

He sucked in a sharp breath as Dustin placed a hand on his back, his eyes refusing to tear themselves away from your own.

But then Will joined in. And Mike. And Lucas. And Max.

His dam seemed to break again but with this sob came a small laugh.

"I really couldn't ask for anything more, man." He looked back at the boys and gave them a weak smile, slapping his hand on Lucas's shoulder and then flipping Dustin's hat off. He earned a screech from Dustin but it was short lived as everyone began to laugh.

Only Eddie could make a crowd laugh when he was the one who needed to be comforted.

It was late when you got back to Eddie's trailer. Robin had passed out in the van so he woke her up long enough for her to walk in and crash on the couch. He'd driven the group of younger kids to Mike's house after they'd declared that they were going to have a sleepover. (Dustin proclaimed that he didn't want Eddie or Robin parenting but you figured he knew Eddie needed time to wind down.)

(That or he REALLY didn't want the added chaos of both Eddie AND Robin.)

Eddie tossed his keys onto the counter, taking a slug of his half melted slurpie that you noticed was still alcohol free. You watched the way he moved, the way his muscles moved over the cloth of his cropped shirt and denim vest. You weren't staring out of lust or even just to purposely stare, you were almost waiting for something to be said.

His brown eyes flicked to you as he took his long drinks, the straw sliding free from his lips and his jaw clenched as he took that final sip. "What?" His lips smacked a bit before he spoke and he gave you a once-over as if that would answer his question for him.

"Are you okay?" You knew that asking the question would be a step onto thin ice. Every time it was asked you got the same response. 'Yeah, I'm good.'

Except you didn't get that response.

"I will be. I'm trying to be." He glanced from you to the floor and then nodded his head a bit before he looked back at you. Almost as if he was checking to see if his answer was good enough.

You offered him a soft smile, setting your drink down before quickly picking it back up and striding over to Eddie before offering him a sip. He relished in the opportunity, perking up before taking the biggest sip you've ever seen somebody take.

"Hey-HEY! EDDIE!" You jerked the cup away and laughed as he followed it, finishing his sip before he joined you in laughter. His head flopped onto your shoulder, brown curls flying everywhere and his hand came to rest on the side of your arm.

His hand slid from your arm to your back, his other hand setting his cup down before he had wrapped you up in a hug.

Eddie had stayed like that with you for a long moment, holding you close with one of your hands tangled in his hair.

"Thank you. For loving me."

You smiled at his words and pressed a kiss to his temple. He pulled back and grabbed your face with one hand, his grip gentle as he leaned down and kissed you. His grip slowly slackened before he was running his hand up your jaw to cradle your head.

"I love you too, y'know?" He offered a shy smile, his face flushed before he laughed and looked down. No matter how long he's been yours, he still acted like an awkward little boy with the most massive crush in the world. In reality, he was.

He had a massive crush on you. You, who gave him unconditional love, laughed with him when he made a joke and even made your own jokes from time to time. Your personality had him head over heels for you and while he didn't act like it all the time, you had him wrapped around your finger. He was your ring, and you were his own ring in the form of a halo because he could swear you were an angel sent by God himself if only Eddie could bring himself to utter the words.

You'd looked at him, the freak, and told him you loved him despite everything else. Even after he was scarred and traumatized from the Upside Down, even after Eddie was branded a murderer despite his innocence, you taught him that he wasn't damaged. It's taken him time to even understand the concept, but you remind him every chance you get.

The Upside Down was a pit, a hole that you fell into and couldn't escape. His heart stopped there, he ran into danger because he felt it was all that was left for him.

The day Dustin brought him back, dragged him from the Upside Down with the help of Steve, he was so angry with the world. Eddie was angry with himself most of all.

He refused to eat, he refused medicine. He didn't want to sleep or drink water or even move from his bed. He refused to live.

It was hell for the people that cared about him. It was a fight to even ask him a question.

You were patient with him, you stayed despite his tantrums and him screaming at you to go and leave him alone.

You were patient with him, so now he supposed he had to be patient with the world.

One day he'd have the answer to the question he desperately asked you outside of that gas station. Maybe not in this lifetime, but he'd have the answer.

He just supposed he had to be patient.

Author's End Note: oh my Gods this came out so long but it is such a rollercoaster of emotion for me- I really hope you guys enjoyed it.

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Can I get Eddie Munson x reader where he's comforting them while they're dealing with a bad home life? (Dealing with this irl and could use some comfort)

A Steady Hand

Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Summary: Usually you can hear your parents arguing through the walls of the trailer, even if you're in your room with your headphones on. You just didn't think that your neighbor would be able to hear them too.

Warnings: Yelling, arguing, mentions of abuse, physical proof of abuse, close encounter with violence (reader is almost harmed,) protective Eddie, Eddie yelling at adults, police

Author's Note: I love this request dearly and I hold it close to my heart. This writing is coming from my soul on this one, I understand having a bad home life. And anon, I you need help on it please don't hesitate to reach out for it.

If you or someone you know is being abused, please call this help line as soon as possible.

1(800)-799-7233

That being said, please enjoy the fic and don't continue reading if you get to a point where you're feeling mentally unwell. Stay safe and look out for yourselves. I'm sorry for droning on. I'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you were wanting.

You ran your hand over your face, your Walkman loosely clutched in your hand as you stared at the ceiling. Your music was playing at full blast, an older song from some 70s album playing. You couldn't pay attention to it even with how much you tried to. Your step-dad's yelling pierced through any other sound coming from your headphones and at this point it was just getting annoying.

You heard a door slam in finality, your cue that the argument was over. You'd been dying for some water, so you slid your legs off the side of the bed and you stepped to the floor where the cold seeped into your skin.

Padding to the kitchen, you pulled a cup down from the cabinet and walked to the sink before the door once again slammed.

"What are you doing up? It's 3 in the morning, boy." You couldn't help the flinch you gave, dropping the plastic cup you were holding before turning to your stepfather.

"Just getting some-" you were interrupted by a loud knock on the door, both you and your step-dad's gaze going to the source of the noise. His nose scrunched up in distaste.

"The hell could be knockin' at this time of night?"

He snatched the door open and you turned the corner to sneak a peek at who it was. A young man shorter than your stepfather was rocking back and forth on his heels, his long dark brown curls swaying back and forth with his movement. You peeked out from behind your stepfather as he spoke. "The hell you want? Aren't you from the next trailer over?"

You recognized him, Eddie Munson. You'd both hung out and you got along swimmingly well, but you were worried about what he was doing here.

"Uh, yeah man I'm your neighbor. That trailer real close? Yeah, close enough, I heard some yelling? Came to make sure everyone was okay." When he spoke of his own trailer, he pointed to it before whirling his head back around to look at your step-dad. He briefly glanced at you, only for a moment but it was a moment too long. The tall man whipped around to look at you and you flinched when the attention was suddenly on you.

"What're you still doing out?!"

"Uh- Hey- Let's calm down, right?" Eddie stepped forward, one foot inside the house and he reached out to touch the taller man on the shoulder in an attempt to get his attention back on himself.

It happened too fast for your brain to register, but your step-dad had managed to get Eddie thrown from the trailer, down the steps and onto the grass of the lawn. You panicked, already seeing the blood coming from Eddie's nose when he sat up and you rushed past your step-dad before he had time to catch you.

You gripped on to Eddie's forearm to help him up and he squinted at you. "No, I'm fine, I'm fine. Are you okay? You good?" You nodded and he nodded in return, patting your back. "If you don't feel safe, my Uncle is in our trailer. 'Kay?" He gave a nod and you nodded in return, standing up and beginning to make your way to the trailer.

"Get your ass in this house!" Your step-dad yelled and Eddie instinctively pushed you behind him. His front door opened and who you presumed was his uncle stepped onto the porch.

"Listen, you don't have to go. You don't have to listen to him, it'll be okay- Wayne, call the cops!" You nodded and turned and he followed behind you as you went to his trailer.

Wayne darted out of the way when you got to the door, the landline in his hand which he quickly handed to Eddie when the metalhead walked in behind you. "Yeah, here he is."

Eddie took the phone, puffing his cheeks and sighing under his breath. "Yyyyyyello? This is he. Yeah."

He wanders off into his room with the phone, the cord not letting him go far but you watch as he keeps glancing at you. You were so focused, you didn't notice Wayne offering you a wet washcloth.

"I dunno if you've got any injuries, but I'd rather not be pokin' and proddin' and invading your privacy." You smiled softly at him, taking the washcloth and giving him a thank you before Eddie came back into the living room. Wayne didn't even give Eddie the same courtesy he gave you, just pressing a washcloth to his nephew's nose and earning a hiss from the brunette.

"Hey- Wayne-" He winced again as he took a hold of the washcloth from the older man. There were loud bangs on the door and Wayne shook his head with a sigh before glancing at you.

"Door's locked and I've got my gun in the closet. You're safe." You nodded along, worrying about the idea of the gun and hoping it wouldn't come to that.

In your thoughts, you felt a gentle touch to your jaw and looked up to see Eddie's big brown eyes looking at you with worry. "Hey, you okay?" He moved to sit next to you on the couch you'd managed to sit down on and you scooted out of his way. "He won't get in, cops are on the way. Wayne's got work but I'll be here if you wanna stay."

You laughed softly at how giving he was being. You looked at the washcloth he was holding to his nose to catch the blood and gestured to it.

"I should be asking about you."

"I wasn't talking physically."

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"I was asking if you were okay up in that pretty head of yours." He gave a gentle tap to your temple for emphasis. "You don't have to worry about me, I'm fine. I'm supposed to be worrying about you." You stared at him for a long moment, taken back by his words. You didn't know what to say to that.

After a long moment, you sighed under your breath and flopped into Eddie, your head laying on his shoulder and he fumbled for a moment before resting his hand on your back.

"It's okay, it's okay. You're safe. I've got you." He gave Wayne a nod when the older man rubbed his back. He got a pat in return.

"Keep the door locked until the police get here. You stay safe, keep him safe." Eddie nodded and gave him a smile, patting Wayne on the shoulder. Wayne knew his boy would keep you Sage.

There was a knock on the door and he nodded again. "Speak of the devil." He opened the door and let the officer inside, Police Chief Hopper giving him a nod. Wayne said something about needing to go to work and he was excused, Hopper looking to where you were slumped against Eddie on the couch.

"It wasn't my fault this time. I swear."

"I know, we got your guy out there in cuffs. His wife testified against him and technically he was attempting a break-in." He gave a fake wince and shrug. Eddie laughed a bit and shook his head. He gently rubbed your back and leaned down to speak into your ear in a gentler tone.

"You hear him?" When you nodded, he kept speaking. "You want to go back home or stay the night? Whatever you feel more comfortable with." He looked up. "As long as we're not further needed." Hopper held his hands up.

"Nope, just came to tell you we caught the guy. Wanted to make sure the kid was okay." Eddie nodded and thanked him.

You had taken some time to talk to your mom and make sure she was okay. She'd said she was going to go see some friends and said you should spend some time with Eddie, stating that he was obviously calming for you and he was a safe person. You knew she was in a rough spot, but you did as she told you.

So here you were, it was 7 in the morning and you were currently dying laughing as Eddie told the tale of his latest adventure as a Dungeon Master.

"Yeah, Henderson was so confident that he goes 'I am going to kick your ass!' So I looked him dead in the eye and asked him, 'Oh really? Roll deception.' He was furious that I told him to roll deception instead of persuasion." You were dying of laughter and Eddie pulled the TV dinners out of the oven as he spoke. You were sitting on the counter wearing one of Eddie's shirts and a pair of boxers. He'd asked you if you wanted to take a shower and you accepted gratefully.

You'd missed hanging out with Eddie. He was a walking ray of good vibes and kindness and anybody who knew him could see it.

He finished prepping the food and laughed triumphantly as he handed you your own tray, smiling softly and you gave him a smile in return. "Thanks."

You both ate dinner for breakfast and settled down to watch a movie on the couch.

Even if things weren't that stable, you knew you could find some comfort in having Eddie close.

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Eddie Munson.

reblog if u agree.

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Eddie Munson fucking you while wearing the Michael Myers mask

I said what I said

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I said what I said😏

JESSICA EXPLAIN???

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I AM, LEGALLY MARRIED TO TEDDY WITHOUT HIS KNOWLEDGE, GET READY FOR A NEW MOMMY FOLKS

I--- Jessica WHAT

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I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE

WHAT IS ANNOUNCEMENT, JESSIE

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The urge to write an Eddie Munson hatefuck fic

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(Tw: cursing)

I think your theme has very much an Eddie vibes but also your personality kind off?? I don’t know if you understand what i mean, it’s just cool as fuck ;)

I don't mind cursing but thank you for the warning!

Does it?? My goal was to do kind of an Eddie aesthetic, gotta love the boy

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Your new theme is so cool, man! :)

OMG THANK YOU MILES

I spent like two hours trying to make it like nice so thank you so much 🖤🖤

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omg Eddie with a fantasy writer s/o?

Eddie the Storyteller

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

Summary: Eddie reads you a story and you help him make one up in order to help him stay entertained

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff, Eddie being a nerd, Eddie quoting Lord of the Rings, major volume 2 spoilers and season 4 spoilers. I repeat, !!!VOLUME 2 SPOILERS!!!! Some angst and comfort, not proofread

Author's Note: This wasn't as long as I would have liked it to be but I hope you guys like it!

"Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, seven for the dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, nine for mortal men-"

"For mortal men doomed to die, I know I know. I remember now Eds." He gave you a very unamused look as you finished a quote that you'd heard him say multiple times. He flipped the page of the book dramatically and you laughed as he went back to reading out loud.

"‘If that is so, it will be some time before they can begin the hunt again. Of course the Enemy has other servants, but they will have to journey all the way to the borders of Rivendell before they can pick up our trail. And if we are careful that will be hard to find. But we must delay no longer.' Elrond summoned the hobbits to him. He looked gravely at Frodo. 'The time has come,' he said."

You'd always adored listening to Eddie read things out loud. He was very animated with his voice with every character. You knew who was talking in the book because he gave everyone their own voice. He put everything into reading things out loud to you, and you loved listening to him.

As he recited the words off of the page, he wound your fingers together with his and held your hand as he moved it side to side. A small action of affection but one that made your chest warm. He winced a bit at the action, but continued it nonetheless. You glanced at his face, but the brief moment of pain passed quickly for him. He didn't miss your gaze, his eyes meeting yours.

"Something you gotta say, (L/n)?"

You couldn't bring yourself to say anything for a long moment. And just when you were about to, he spoke up with that gravelly and tired tone of his.

"I'm okay, sweetheart. Really. Don't pity me."

"I'm not pitying you, I'm just... I'm worried about you, Eds."

"'S cool. I'm all cool. Promise." He gave you a smile, one that you could tell was somewhat forced but it was Eddie. He was trying his best to make sure you weren't constantly worried.

"If you say so. You start feeling bad, you tell me okay?" He nodded, his lips in a pout.

"Yes sir." Eddie gave a small salute and you laughed softly.

You gave him a sweet smile and he gave his own beaming smile in return, or the best impression of it considering how tired he was. "Hey Eds, what if I read something to you? Switch it up for a change."

He had his mouth gaped, ready and prepared to continue whatever line he had left off on but now you had him intrigued. He slid a bookmark between the pages and slowly slid the book closed. His eyes were glued to you and with a small nod to his head, he urged you to continue. You perked up at the action, Eddie laughing softly and giving a wave of his hand in preparation for your story or whatever else you had planned.

"Yes! Okay, I brought my D&D notes, I figured you'd like to see those." He sat up in the bed, a grin on his face as he reached out and made a small waggle with his fingers as a sign for you to hand over the material. You handed it over eagerly and sat down on the edge of the bed, Eddie opening the book and straightening his posture and you groaned. "Not the librarian voice."

"Oh, come on it's my Dungeon Master voice-"

"Your Master voice?" You wiggled your eyebrows playfully and laughed as he gave you a shove.

"You know what- whatever, Hellfire thinks it's cool, dude."

"Sure they do." Your voice was teasing as you spoke and Eddie gave you a look. It was meant to be intimidating but it was nowhere near that to you. He began reading your words out loud and you groaned when he did indeed use the Dungeon Master voice. Albeit a gravelly and tired version of the voice, he still tried his best to make the story as dramatic as possible.

"...The knight stopped, his eyes wide as the fire reflected in them. He knew what he had to do, he knew what was necessary to..." his voice cracked a bit and his brows furrowed. "To protect his friends and keep them alive another day."

Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as he took a moment of pause. You had written the story to help him feel better, hopefully. After a long moment, he slammed your journal closed. "Listen, I get it, I look pitiful as shit but you don't need to pity me, come on."

"Woah woah woah, pity you?" You knew he was about to respond with a smart-ass comment so you quickly interrupted him. "Hey, I'm not pitying you. I'm not buying flowers or sending cards and chocolates or none of that shit. That just doesn't fit the Eddie Munson I know. I'm trying to help you feel better. The best way that I can." He stared at you, brown eyes wide in contemplation. "I know you're about to argue, don't-" He huffed loudly and flopped back against the pillows, wincing a bit in regret when the bandages on his neck were jostled.

"Yeah that didn't help, did it dumbass?"

He gave you a playful shove and scoffed which drew a laugh out of you. He watched you laugh, unable to help his own cuckle bubbling out of him. He decided to flip you off, a smile on his face.

"I can't wait until the next Hellfire session. Start a new campaign off, meet new characters... it's gonna be metal."

"Can't wait, Eds. You got any ideas for it?"

"Not so far, no." His big brown eyes snapped up to meet yours. "Why, do you?"

You gave him a big smile, wiggling where you sat. "Maybe."

He pushed himself to sit up, attempting to avoid hitting his bandaged and he beamed at you as he grabbed the journal.

"Well then, let's see those ideas come into fruition. I always await seeing what mind boggling plans you hold in that big brain of yours."

And with that, you began to jot down ideas and look through your writing for inspiration.

Eddie had always admired your writing, but he admired it now more than ever.

Gods know bat bites suck.

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YOU ASKED FOR ARTHUR REQUESTS SO HERE I AM

yup, kinda angsty but i saw a tiktok with the audio "i wish you were a girl" and i rlly thought it would fit arthur.

imagine this, arthur and his friend (he/him obvi) are in love but they're both too afraid to say anything even tho they know the feeling is mutual. One night they're both together just talking and reader is curing arthur's wounds bc he got beaten up, they're so vulnerable that for one and all they kiss in tears, they need each other so they just let it go until arthur just spits "i wish you were a girl"

u can give it the ending u want tbh, up to you. if i come up with another idea then i'll write it. bye bye! ♡

Maybe Someday

Arthur Havisham x Male!Reader

Summary: You figured Arthur had learned his lesson, realized what he did was wrong. Yeah what he did was wrong,, but not wrong enough to deserve this...

Warnings: abuse, mentions of abuse, violence, blood, wounds, alcohol consumption, drunk Arthur, treating of wounds, internalized homophobia, ANGST, spoilers ahead, crying, I mean absolute sobbing, mentions of nausea, Compeyson (he's one of those that needs his own warning,) Arthur is kind of a dick, intense emotions, don't take the warnings lightly please

Author's Note: I am LIVING for this request and all the angst involved in it, please- and guys if anything is triggering for you then please don't force yourself to keep reading. I am once again saying, please don't take the warnings lightly. Take care <3

Arthur was exhausted. All he'd done was drink, but the bed underneath him felt like heaven. He let out a giddy smile, his face pressed to the sheets and his fingers fisted into the blanket. Sleep was about to take him, and he wasn't about to fight it.

He couldn't tell when it started, or even when it ended. He could just feel the snap of the leather on his back ripping his shirt and breaking skin. His body frozen, unable to move as tears quickly sprung to his eyes. His fingers tightened their grip on the blanket, knuckles turning white and he lost the breath in his lungs at each crack against his back.

Arthur didn't know how long he was laying there, his blood thin from the alcohol and soaking the back of his shirt. His tears soaked the sheets below him, Compeyson long gone and Arthur was at least thankful for that.

He could barely move when he did finally decide to get up, a hiss leaving his lips at the sting on his skin and immediately the blood pooled on his back flooded downwards and onto the floor while he stumbled to the window. He stood as he picked up a quill, scrawling some messy handwriting onto a piece of paper and he folded it up with blood smudged hands. He picked up a lit candle, not even caring if it was the proper wax stick he needed, he needed this note done fast damn it. He let the crimson wax drip off of the candle, onto the paper before he pressed the sigil stamp to it and held it there till the wax was dry.

Arthur's vision was blurry beyond compare, his steps wavering as he made his way to the front door. Before he knew it he was out on the street hailing over a small boy.

He didn't even notice the looks he got, the nobleman Arthur Havisham standing on the street in his undergarments with blood all over him.

The boy ran over to him, hesitant until Arthur pushed a few pennies into his hand. "Take this to the (L/n) manner, tell them it's urgent... bring him here." Arthur's words were slurred, cut off as he abruptly turned and walked back inside. He barely made it inside his room before he collapsed.

"Mi'lord, there's a ring for you."

You looked up with furrowed brows. "Who is it?"

"Didn't say, sir. Just a boy with a note for you, says it's urgent."

You gave a wave of your hand. "Go ahead and send him in, and can we get some tea and a sweet for the boy?" She nodded to your words, giving a small curtsy.

A few minutes later, she let the young boy in and you smiled softly as you gestured to the tea and sweets. The young boy looked around and rushed to the sweets, grabbing a handful before quickly setting the letter on your desk. "He said it's urgent." He picked up the tea and began to drink.

Your brows furrowed as you stared at the wax for a moment, trying to place where you knew the stamp from.

Finally you just ripped open the note and read it.

"Follow the boy.

-Arthur"

Your heart dropped.

"You said I needed to follow you?"

"Yes, Mi'lord."

"Lead the way."

When you got to the run down house, you Immediately walked inside to look for Arthur. When you bursted into his room, he was hunched over the side of his bed. You could see the way he flinched harshly, his head whipping around to gaze at you. He was terrified that Compeyson had arrived before you could. When he noticed that it was just you, his lips pressed into a thin line and a scoff escaped him as he turned back around.

"Oh my God, Arthur..." Your voice trailed off and you dropped the blood stained note that he sent you, your steps quick as you rushed to him. "What happened?" You set your hand on his shoulder, gently pushing it so he could turn and give you a better look at his injuries.

"I..." He stopped. "Compeyson, he..." his brown eyes flicked up to look into your (e/c) eyes. His body wavered and he flopped into you, leaning into your stomach. "Can you help?" His words were slurred, slow with his voice scratchy.

"Of course I can help, Arthur. Just... I need you to take your shirt off for me okay? I can't fix it if your shirt is in the way." Arthur nodded along to your words, laughing softly. He smushed his face into your shirt, reaching up so that his fingers clenched into the back of it.

"Of course, of course." He pulled away, taking the bottom of his shirt and lifting it off. You could see a bruise on his stomach, fresh and trailing up the left side of his chest. "That good enough?" His head tilted, almost flopped to one side and his blonde curls stuck to his forehead.

"Yeah that's good, Art." He made a face at the nickname, his nose scrunched up in distaste. "Don't call me that."

"I've always called you that, what's so different about it now?" You rummaged around the room and looked for some medical supplies, finally finding some towels and a bowl to fill with water. You found some bandages and trudged back to Arthur who was trying to pour himself another drink.

"Nuh uh, no you don't." You took the glass, pulling it out of his reach and he scoffed.

"What the hell?"

"Drinking isn't good when you have open injuries." You gently touched his back, drawing a wince out of him and you quickly apologized.

You began to wipe the blood off of his skin to try and see the wounds more clearly. The thin crimson liquid smeared and stained his skin but you were finally able to see the split flesh.

Without missing a beat you began cleaning, drawing winces and hisses from Arthur's lips. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" Your voice was soft, not pushy. You noticed the way Arthur's shoulders tensed.

After a long moment, when you'd reached the point of thinking he wasn't going to talk, he finally said something. "If you must know, Compeyson took advantage of the condition I was in at the time." You pulled the towel away from his skin, brows furrowed in worry at what he was insinuating. "I must have said too much for his liking so he... he beat me." His voice cracked on the last sentence, eyes going watery.

You didn't know what to say for the longest moment. You settled on wiping the remainder of the blood off of his back, grabbing the bandages to wrap him up. When you'd drawn a blank on what to say, Arthur continued and his voice was wavering. "I was drunk and vulnerable so he ripped the leather strap off of my luggage and he beat me with it." A small sob escaped him and you rushed to comfort him, rubbing his shoulders and moving in front of him where your hands cupped his jaw and your thumbs wiped away tears. "And all because I said something to Amelia that he didn't approve of. I said too much." He avoided looking at you, kept those dull and sad sunken in brown eyes glued to the ground out of shame; shame that you were seeing him so vulnerable when he was the great Arthur Havisham.

You used your pointer finger to tilt his head up to look at you, your thumb rubbing across his chin where the smallest bit of blonde stubble was beginning to grow. Immediately his eyes met yours, your free hand pulling a chair close for you to sit down. Once you were eye level with him, your hands went back to their place on his jaw.

"You didn't deserve that." You tilted your head to capture his gaze when he tried looking away again. "You don't deserve this, Arthur. Whatever is going on, let me help. I'll go with you to talk to Amelia, we can-"

You didn't get to finish your words.

Because his lips were now firmly pressed against yours.

A small noise escaped you and Arthur didn't hesitate to tangle his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck. You quickly recovered from your shock, leaning into his touch and melting into him when he pulled you closer. He jerked you forward, pulling you out of your chair and your hands rested on either side of his hips on the bed. Your eyes began to water from the emotions bubbling up and escaping you and you could tell the same was happening to him.

A drunken confession that sober Arthur Havisham wouldn't have the bravery to do.

All the frustration inside of the Havisham was bleeding out, seeping from every limb while he clinged to you as if you were the lifeline keeping him safe. And you were.

Ever since you had both shared that kiss in the Havisham courtyard as young boys, you knew everything would be different. It was different, Arthur's father had begun to treat him differently you noticed. You weren't allowed around as often and Arthur was due to be wed to the Madame Dorey who was way too old for him. He refused, pitched a fit over it and stormed out until the next morning. Now it was quite obvious why he did so.

He had fallen for you, and he had fallen hard. As if he had flung himself face first into a well containing nothing but you and you alone, and he had doomed himself from that moment forth.

Kissing you that day in the courtyard was the greatest mistake he'd ever made in his life.

It made him different.

It made him a freak.

It made his father hate him.

It made his father push him out of the will, forced him to be only a fraction of the Havisham he once was.

Arthur hated you for it.

Arthur Havisham hated you almost as much as he loved you, but at the same time he couldn't bring himself to love you. As so, he retracted his bravery and the cowering lion bared it's face once more in place of Arthur's. His spine slackened as the alcohol took it's toll on his body and overworked his mind into a drunken haze.

He could feel bile travel up his throat before your lips chased the feeling away, the one sole medicine to every ailment imaginable. His deep brown eyes met yours, yours that were filled to the brim with unspoken words and yet praises upon praises of love. Arthur wanted to soak up the praise all day long, lay in it and bathe in it as if it was the sun and God knows your love was worth miles more than the sun. Your smile could outshine the ball of fire in the sky and your presence transformed Arthur into Icarus the moment your gaze met his. Like Icarus, Arthur felt wax burning his skin to the bone and soaking into his flesh in the form of shame for who he was. He wished he could preach tales about what he felt for you, preach it to the world as if you were a Bible in which he dreamed of spreading open the pages to memorize every word. He'd commit sacrilege and march himself to the ends of every continent ten times over if only he could bring himself to say what was on his mind and as if you could read his thoughts, you smiled at him so sweetly and so full of love that any train of thought going on in his pretty little head was quickly thrown off the rails.

He was going to tell you, he had to. He could no longer be that scared little boy that his from the crack of his father's belt, the boy who disappointed his father with how overgrown his ego was.

Arthur's voice was gravelly and slurred, feverish with the pain and the drink burning him to his bones and when he spoke his words were spat out with a venomous poison. "I wish you were a girl." With those words, cold as ice, he flopped the rest of the way onto the bed, as dead to the world as your heart now was, ripped out of your chest and into a million multifaceted pieces until it was ruthlessly shoved back in. The most immense pain you'd ever felt.

In the end you'd realized this was the most you'd get out of Arthur Havisham.

A stupid, silly little confession.

One that his behind the cowering lion that shoved Arthur down until he'd eventually reach his breaking point.

Sadly that breaking point was not to come today, and Arthur remained the coward he'd been.

You'd hoped you'd be able to see the day he was able to free himself of the shackles of his own doings. While he spoke those words that destroyed you in many ways, much in which you couldn't even be able to describe, the words in his eyes were clear as day.

Arthur was always good at lying.

You'd just hoped that some day you could hear the words spoken out loud, no longer a mirror of the emotions you carried reflected in his beautiful sunflower eyes.

Maybe someday.

Maybe someday.

This came out a lot shorter than I'd imagined but a lot more poetic- I'm also sick so I'm terribly sorry if this doesn't make a lot of sense. I hope you all enjoyed it!!

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I have an announcement! I have opened up for a new character:

Drumroll please-

ARTHUR HAVISHAM is now available for requests!