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No Time To Die

TAGS AND WARNINGS - +18, Minors DNI, no explicit smut but sexual themes, whump, a lot of angst, blood, graphic wounds and procedures (?) probably not medically accurate, could be almost gore if you squint, hurt/comfort, two dorks in love, canon-typical violence, near-death experiences. Not based on the game, I don’t know anything about the game and I don’t want spoilers please.

PAIRINGS - Joel Miller x fem!reader

WORD COUNT -  9.6k.

SUMMARY - The main difficulty of being Joel’s closest friend is not falling in love with him, but you still do. Those feelings are buried until you join him on a mission to trade supplies with Bill and Frank. With your life now hanging by a thread, Joel is determined to get you to safety, but the clock is ticking faster than he can run.

A/N - I honestly don’t know what this is. I tried to look for angsty and whumpy fics and couldn’t find any that hit the spot just right; so I wrote my own. This story is set in some time between 2010 and 2020, or so. Bill and Frank are still very much alive. The only warning apart the amount of blood in this, it’s my own knowledge of the English language.

’Breathe’

  With a shiver, you try to comply with your own command. The action itself confuses you, and you don’t know where exactly in your mind that thought came from; or why. All you know is that a moment ago you were nothing, absolutely nothing, not even human. You forgot your own existence in a still ocean made of black thick ink. The ink is now backtracking, though, but the remnants of it stay in your foggy mind, clouding it as your consciousness comes back in waves.

Waking up from a dream is easy, you just come back into yourself from a nice trip to your own imagination. Regaining consciousness, however, is a little more difficult. Instead of going somewhere, you go inwards into yourself. Your overworked mind, already tired and busy with keeping you alive, doesn’t care much about bringing you to any other place so you can die peacefully. No. And the awakening is not as it should be either.

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Imagine you bake often, and Eddie Munson loves it. <3

Warnings: descriptions of food and eating

A/N: (not proofread!!) I just got a new job at a bakery, and I was thinking about this while decorating cupcakes. I hope you enjoy!! And feel free to send requests in <3

Okay, this guy was already in love with you,

But you baking made him fall in love with you even more.

It was common for you to bring some sort of baked good to his shows.

The entire band would always meet you at whatever table you were sitting at and practically inhale what you made.

If any of the boys ever forgot to thank you, Eddie would elbow them in the ribs to remind them.

While everyone else ate so fast they could barely taste it, Eddie would savor each bite.

Of course, he always knew you would make more, but he couldn't help but take his time.

No matter what you made, Eddie would come up with creative compliments to give you.

He actually became quite versed in baking vocabulary and describing it.

Eddie never refused when you asked him to try something new you were working on, no matter how adventurous the food was.

At one point, you made all sorts of cookies, cakes, and brownies for a bake sale at school.

And who was there to be the little cashier?

None other than your boyfriend, Eddie Munson.

And he actually looked like he was enjoying himself.

Just like you, Eddie found happiness in watching people eat what you made.

He would pass people talking about your food, and he'd be all like,

"Yeah, that's my partner who made that. They're insanely talented. A badass baker."

It made him proud to see you sharing your talent with the community.

Oh! And how could I forget?

You always made themed cupcakes for Hellfire meetings.

Eddie would try his best to loosely explain the campaigns to you, and you would make treats for the members to snack on.

Overall, Eddie is so supportive of what you create, and he always looks forward to it!

absolutely adorable-

hellfire baby :: e.m.

summary: when starting a new campaign, the hellfire club didn’t except to see a toddler sitting in their club leader’s throne

content warning: parenting & pregnancy, talks about teen parenting, swearing, basically really fluffy, child’s features mostly based off of eddie

word count: 1013

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Fourth of July

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression and anxiety, panic attacks, suicidal thoughts?, mention of alcohol and drug use, fluff at the end 

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female hopper!reader (reader is adopted) 

*not proofread!

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Loss. 

You have experienced so much loss in your life. So much that it made you feel nothing and yet everything at once. Everything bad. 

You wake up crying, every night. Drenched in sweat, gasping for air as you’re clutching your chest. It takes a few minutes for you to calm down but it really feels like hours. Hours of replaying your nightmares even though you’re trying to forget them, so desperately.

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please give me requests 🙏🙏

i can do blurbs, imagines, or headcanons mwah mwah

Imagine how Steve Harrington would take care of you while on your period <3

Warnings: Periods

Genre: Fluff

A/N: My first Steve imagine!! Hope y'all enjoy <3

Steve would definitely do anything you asked of him.

That's not even specific to when you're on your period.

That's a general statement.

The man worships the ground you walk on.

When you're in pain, he'll do anything he can in order to help you feel better.

So when Steve gets a call at work from you, saying that your cramps are getting bad, he'll drop everything to be with you.

Of course, not before renting a handful of your favorite movies.

He leaves an aggravated Robin alone at Family Video in order to get to you.

On the way, he picks up your favorite snacks.

Steve practically kicks your door down when he rushes inside.

You can barely get a sentence out before he's popping a movie in and cuddling up with you.

You two often cuddle like this, with you sitting on his lap, your head resting in the crook of Steve's neck.

He'll give you little forehead kisses as you watch the movie.

If he can tell you're especially in a lot of pain, he'll slowly rub your abdomen with his hand in an attempt to alleviate some of the pain.

He knows you're feeling a bit better when you relax in his grasp.

When you start to dose off, he rocks you back and forth slightly.

Once you're finally asleep, he'll gently carry you to your room and fall asleep next to you.

the holy trinity.

i’d take away your pain if i could

Summary: When reader gets cramps during movie night, Steve does everything he can to comfort them. Classic hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: mentions of pain (cramps)

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Movie nights with Steve were like heaven on earth. Family Video lets employees bring home movies for free, which lead to this new weekly tradition. There was nothing like doing nothing with him. You’d both don your biggest, comfiest sweats and sprawl out on the couch. Steve supplied the house and whatever movie your heart desired, and you supplied the snacks.

You’d teased about how the trade wasn’t entirely fair, with you spending more money than him, to which he’d responded about how “I’m paying with my ego. What do you think me constantly taking home chick flicks does for my reputation?” 

Tonight’s movie was Sixteen Candles. While Steve’s over at the tv mumbling about how stupid the movie’s gonna be and putting in the tape, you try to get comfortable on the couch. Despite having taken pain meds just before you left, the aching hasn’t gotten better. You recognize the storm that’s brewing inside you, the pain your own body is going to unleash, but push it away as Steve turns to you from the tv, the movie beginning to flick across the screen. 

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Eddie Munson being a dad to a little girl gives me life!!! He would absolutely 1000% be a girl dad!!

this is so true, anon!!! he would definitely call her "little rockstar" and let her jam with the rest of the band while they rehearse

this is so adorable. not enough fics really go into who eddie's mom was, and this did that perfectly <3

annie

prompt: when you get put in charge of babysitting for the day, it's time to play house.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mentions of parental passings, baby referred to as big/chubby (affectionally of course, i was/am a chubby ass baby)

strongly recommend listening to annie by john denver as you read :)

Babies seem to always gravitate towards certain people, whether related or not, and while some force it, others come naturally.

Eddie was a reluctant baby man.

Any of his friends' younger siblings immediately latched onto his leg as he walked by, realizing his jeans were not heavy a mere moment ago, looking down to see a smile full of open gaps. 

As much as he tried to grimace, the attention was quite nice on both ends as the small babes usually sunk into a pit of giggles. This happened to be the case when your older sister came to town, leaving you at home to take care of her 8 month old for the day.

The morning was fairly quiet, Pamela sleeping for most of it, occasionally waking up to play with some toys. She wasn’t the clingiest baby, but found comfort in your arms as you swayed her on your hip.

“Who the hell is that?” Eddie asked, having let himself in the door after seeing your care alone in the driveway. Approaching the tiny human with skepticism, you smiled, turning slightly so he could have a better look at her. She stared up at him from your shoulder, arms flapping with a block securely between her fingers.

“This is Pamela, my niece.” You laughed, sitting on the blue couch, crossing your legs up on the plush seats. He hesitantly sat down, like being too close would somehow cause a shift in the balance of the universe. But her gaze was glued to him. 

He let out a chuckle, eyes still wide, “Didn’t she have this baby like two days ago? She’s big, not in a bad way!”

Her chubby little arms extended, dropping her toy with a thud as she leaned closer to Eddie. 

“Oh Christ.” He mumbled as she crawled into his lap, holding one of his fingers with a ring on it, “What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Hold her, she doesn’t bite hard.” You teased, watching his hands tentatively wrap around her onesie clad body to bring closer to his chest. The nervous bounce of his leg made her giggle, an unmistakable smile coming to Eddie’s lips at the noise. 

The scene was too ironic, the whole town had been scared of Eddie his whole life, when the boy can’t even hold a baby without fear. He was kind, gentle, and sweet, but most people weren’t aware. Even your loved ones were hesitant when you began dating around 2 and a half years ago.

“Okay, she’s pretty cute.” He confessed, her small grasp locking his nose as it scrunched, relaxing further into his seat. She started to climb up his chest, reaching for his hair.

“Pammy, no.” You cooed, lifting her back to your arms, but her face dropped. She whimpered and made grabby hands at the man in front of you, his brown iris’ flickering to yours. 

He tentatively held his palms out, where she instantly went back to, and put her on his Iron Maiden tee, face squished against the skull printed on the black fabric. 

The next few hours were spent playing house, a fair mix of napping, eating, and changing, the latter being the only activity Eddie opted out of. There was no denying how much Pamela was latching onto him, even catching him talking to her when you excused yourself to the bathroom. 

The night was winding down, a soft buzz of the tv mixed with the gentle snores nestled on Eddie’s chest. His hand absentmindedly stroked her soft hair as he yawned, shifting to find more comfort as you sat on your bed. 

“If you ever want kids, Eddie, you’ll be a great father.” You whispered as he remained staring down at the little one, a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Do you want kids?” He asked, peering over at you, but you leaned onto his shoulder. If anyone were to come in, it would look as if you were a family, it felt real for a brief moment for him.

You nodded, “Eventually.”

It was quiet once more, a laugh track playing over an episode of The Brady Bunch. Pamela stirred, making a squeaky noise, limbs flexing against him. She started to twist, leading you to pull her between you two, covering her body with the quilt you were already under.

As you both looked down at her, he noticed the features similar to yours. Not an exact match, but you looked close enough to your sister that he could see it in his head, having a family.

“I would name my kid, Annie.” He muttered, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Your brows furrowed, trying to think of any significance that name had for him, knowing he isn't obsessed with the musical and doesn't know anyone by that name. 

“I don’t have many memories of my mom, a lot of stuff got blocked out, but I remember a few things. She loved John Denver, especially the song Annie, it was his wife's name. But she would sing it to me, spinning me in the kitchen and restarting the record over and over.”

Eddie didn’t talk about his parents a lot, only knowing his dad was arrested when he was 13 and that his mom had passed away when he was 10. When she died, he moved in with Wayne after his dad had a few lashing outs that ended with a bloody nose and a broken arm. He could rant for hours on end about his dad, how shitty he was, how glad he was he was rotting in some jail cell.

But when it came to his mom, he found himself speechless. He remembers her kind eyes, the ones he saw on himself and hated when he got a look at himself angry, thinking of how much she hated seeing him upset. How she would always make cookies, writing notes in his black lunch pail that he now used for more nefarious activities, and her head scarfs that were made of floral fabrics. 

“She used to do this thing where she would grab a wooden spoon and sing it,” He swallowed, staring down at Pamela, but you knew his mind had wandered to his childhood home. “She was such a great singer, I think it’s why I love music so much. But her favorite song was Annie, it even played on the radio in the hospital waiting room when she…”

While his voice trailed off, you saw his eyes gloss over, not reaching a point of tears, but nearing. Your hand grabbed his, lacing it together and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. He looked up at you, smiling before planting a kiss on your lips, careful to not put any pressure beneath him as Pam slept.

He gently hummed the melody of the song forever ingrained in his mind along with the wispy laughs from his mom who patched up his skinned knees and kissed his head goodnight. He was terrified of kids, never wanting to lead another member of the Munson family line down a toxic path.

But when he looked down at someone who even resembles you, he knew he wanted that life mixed with his pandemonium. 

“Come let me love you, let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms. Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you. Come let me love you, come love me again.” He sang softly, his voice cracking after being so used to singing metal songs loudly.

“We can name ours, Annie.” You whispered as he smirked, propping his head up with his elbow.

He made a false thinking face, stroking his chin, “I don’t know, I’m keeping my options open to the perfect candidate.” 

Punching his shoulder, he jolted and laughed, quieting when he felt the baby turn. He grinned unabashedly, tucking hair behind your ear. 

“I’m kidding, you’re it for me whether you want me around or not.” He hummed, hearing the sound of the garage opening, sitting up. 

“Glad to hear.” You smirked, lifting Pamela to your chest as she lazily opened her bright eyes. “Say goodbye to Uncle Eddie.” 

Somehow the title made his chest flutter, standing to kiss her head before you walked down to your sister. The quiet sounds of whispering came from below as he sat on the edge of your bed, fiddling with his watch on his left wrist. 

While he tried not to think of his mom often, certain things always reminded him of her and he was glad when they did. As badly as he wanted her back, he knew all he had left was those foggy days behind him, littered with negativity from his father. But those orange hued moments of running in the yard during the summer or the blue cozy memories of hot chocolate on winter nights, that’s what he preferred to think about.

He wanted to be the man she wanted him to be, you wanted him to be, hell, who he wanted to be. While having a baby still terrified him, having a baby with you made him feel secure, and he wouldn’t let that go. 

authors note: hi im pmsing and got very emotional over the thought of eddie being a dad sooooo.

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