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Zombie Apocalypse AU (Eustass Kidd)

Summary:

Modern AU in which Kidd is more or less happily married. Content warning includes HEAVY SPOILERS so enter at your own risk: Heavy cursing, zombies, impending doom, people dying, angst, horror, grief, murdering your loved ones, explicit violence, violence towards small children, death, typical zombie apocalypse stuff. That said I think as far as zombie apocalypses go this is some pretty vanilla stuff. But then again I literally do not consume any zombie media whatsoever, so what do I know.

"Seriously, you never listen to me. You're suppposed to pick Stevie up from kindergarden today." 

"Babe, I told you, I'm working late today. I gotta finish up today's job, the client's been all over my ass for this, he's been hounding me for the past week non-stop." 

"How is your job more important than our ONLY son?!"

"That's not what I'm saying! But I'll run into big trouble with my boss if I just ditch work today!" 

"It's not what you're saying, but actions speak louder than words. You spend every single day at that damn garage. Do you even know what your son looks like anymore?"

The conversation replays in Kidd's head over and over on his drive to work. Of course he cares for Stevie. Of course he does. His wife Becka just doesn't realize how hard he works every single damn day to pay the bills for both of them. Not like she knows what that's like, she's been staying at home to care for Stevie for the past few years. Which honestly, he resents her for a bit. He'd rather get to spend some time off of work and in the company of his son too. She's right. He knows what his son looks like of course, but he feels so damn estranged from him that it makes him want to punch something. Shitty fucking money and the need to earn it. 

It's not even that he dislikes his job. He loves being a mechanic, but his boss is a proper asshole. Kidd's been dreaming about opening up his own mechanic workshop for years. The "Damned Garage", he'd call it. That way all the wussy clients would be scared off by the name alone and he wouldn't get as many idiots coming to his garage. That was the idea at least. 

During his work day, he manages to forget about the argument by throwing himself into his work. Usually his lunch break is around 1pm, but he puts it off by two hours, having felt the need to make sure that he finish one particularly stubborn piece of repairs first. He grabs his lunch and phone, sitting down in the workers' room at the table, biting into his sandwhich heartily as he turns on his phone to check for anything new happening. 

A sharp feeling of guilt stabs through him when he sees five missed calls from Becka. Shit. What if something had happened?

Without bothering to read his messages first, he calls her immediately. It takes painfully long for her to pick up and boy does she sound pissed when she does. 

"Kidd. Why the fuck didn't you respond?!" 

"Becka. I'm so sorry, I only just saw. What's wrong?" 

"Everything is wrong. Stevie is sick. I called you to pick him up. But of course you didn't fucking answer." 

"Sick? What do you mean, he's sick? What's he got?"

"I don't know! I'm at the doctor's. His breathing is really shallow." Her harsh tone finally mellows as a choked sob comes through the phone. "I'm scared, Kidd. He collapsed at kindergarden today and he's barely conscious. I don't know what the hell is going on. He seemed fine this morning. The caretaker said he sounded like he was choking on something before he collapsed." 

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Which doctor? I'm on my way." Kidd leaves everything where it is, grabbing his car keys and making his way to his car. He'll explain this to his boss tomorrow. 

Becka gives him the address of the children's doctor she's at. When he sits down in his car, it won't start. 

Why won't it start? He's a mechanic, he regularly checks over his car, almost religiously. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Start up you damn bitch!", he yells and slams his fist against the dashboard. Somehow, that makes the engine splutter to life. Sounds like it's got some issue, but that's the last of his worries right now. He needs to get to Becka and Stevie. The car damn well better hold out til then or he'll hijack any that he comes across. He doesn't fucking care right now. He grew up as a lowly street thug and he's not shy about using that knowledge when it counts. 

The streets feel oddly crowded for a tuesday afternoon. It shouldn't be rush hour yet, yet he gets stuck in one jam after the other. He clenches his fist so tightly that his nails start digging into the palm of his hand painfully, leaving angry, red marks. The pain distracts him from his worries at least a little. Just collapsed. Why would Stevie just collapse? If he was choking on something, maybe it was an allergy or some shit? Not that he was aware of Stevie having any. Then again, it was usually Becka, who prepared the meals for both of them, who knew this kind of shit. 

His fingers drum against the steering wheel impatiently. Fuck, fuck, fuck. If only he had his bike here, he'd be able to weave through the traffic without having to wait so damn long. 

It takes him what feels like hours to get even just two blocks further. That's when he sees a couple on a motorbike on the lane to his right. This is his chance. 

He gets out of his car, ignoring the incessant honking that follows him as he makes his way over. Before either of the two notices what's happening, he's pushed them off their bike. 

"Sorry, emergency!", he yells, but he doesn't feel very sorry as he revs up the bike and starts on his journey towards the doctor's address. 

He leaves his car standing there in the middle of traffic. Fuck if he cares, he just needs to make sure that Stevie's okay right now. The police'll be all up his ass over this later anyways, it won't be any issue returning this bike. It's a good bike, he reckons, nice bit of horsepower below him. 

The couple had been some idiot goody two-shoes anyways, respecting the traffic rules to much to weave in between the jammed cars to get to their destination. He definitely deserved it more right now. 

When he finally gets to the doctor, it feels like something out of a nightmare. People are screaming as they're running out of the building. 

"What the fuck is going on?!", he yells at the passers-by, but none of them are willing to answer. He curses once more, running into the building, calling up Becka's number once again. 

Fuck. "Cell phone service not available", his screen reads. Then why the fuck is he paying them a damn fortune for his contract every month?!  

Inside the house it's chaos too. Everyone seems to be trying to get out all at once, making Kidd need to punch his way inside. 

He gets yelled at for this plenty but he's easily able to block off any punches and kicks that come his way in retaliation. None of these people actually know how to fight, unlike him. 

"BECKA?! BECKA!", he screams once he's inside. "BECKA, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"

But he's not sure that she'd be able to hear him over the chaos all around in the first place. He keeps shoving people out of his way as he makes his way to the first floor. Something in his gut tells him that if Becka isn't one of the people running outside - and he hasn't seen her amongst those, at least - then she'll be at the epicenter of whatever the fuck is going on right now. 

She'd be slowed down anyways, having to carry their son. He's sure he would have spotted them if they'd been part of the crowd rushing past him seeing as his tall frame is towering over most of the panicked individuals, but he can't be perfectly sure. 

Most of the people seem to already have cleared out of the first floor when he finally makes his way up there. He tries again. "BECKA?! BABE, ARE YOU HERE?"

He doesn't hear anything in response, but what he can hear is what sounds like the pounding of fists against a wall and muffled sobs. 

He makes his way towards the source of the location, his gut churning with worry. This feels like a damn fever dream and not reality. 

When Kidd gets to the room the noises are coming from, he stops dead in his tracks. There seem to be a half-naked man and child pounding against a door? 

"Oi, what the fuck are you-", Kidd starts up, but stops as they turn around when they hear his voice. 

Their faces are all but covered in ugly green pustules, red around the edges and oozing something that's either blood or pus, he's too disgusted to want to look closely. 

Yet he can't bring himself to actually look away either. They just stand there, staring at him, not replying, not responding in any way and Kidd's pretty sure that this is the eeriest thing he's ever experienced. 

His face falls on the young boy. Must be around Stevie's age, though it's hard to make out any of the boy's features granted there's a giant, welting pustule right above his left eye, covering all of it and even some of his skin below, amidst a face that looks almost burnt in how red and wet the skin looks. 

Kidd's just barely able to keep down the retching motion that his throat wants to make at the sight. He's seen some shit - especially during his time on the streets - but never something quite as disgusting as this. 

"Daaaaa.... ddy?" The boy suddenly says. Kidd freezes in his tracks. The voice sounded so slurred, so wrong, like the words had been forced out with great strength. But he'd recognize that voice anywhere. 

"S-Stevie? Is that..." He can't bring himself to finish the sentence. It can't be. This must be some kind of really fucked up nightmare. It can't be true. 

The boy walks towards him slowly, dragging his feet, one of his arms spasming uncontrollably at his side. Fuck. What the hell kind of disease was this? Where was Becka? 

If only he'd had his fucking phone turned on. He should have been here so much sooner.

And who the fuck was the man whose shirt was torn apart at the front, standing beside this monstrosity that bore Stevie's voice? 

The man still hadn't said anything. He tries to now, but all that comes out is a weird, indecipherable gurgle. Kidd wants to run, run as far as he can and leave this shitshow behind. 

But what if that is in fact Stevie? He can't just leave his baby boy behind. Not when he's clearly suffering from whatever kind of fuck-ass disease this is. 

Kidd crouches down, trying to not appear as disgusted as he feels. "Stevie, baby. Where's mommy?" 

"Daaaaaaaaddy." Again, the creepy, slurred voice. Stevie can talk full sentences, so what the hell is this about? Is the disease affecting his brain in some way. 

"Yes, baby, it's me." He nearly has to throw up as he accidentally breathes in too deeply, the rotten scent filling up his senses and making him dizzy with disgust. 

"Kidd?", a female voice suddenly sounds, slightly muffled. It sounds like it's coming from behind the door that Stevie and the man had been pounding against. 

Kidd feels like he can suddenly breathe a little easier. "Becka? Shit, is that you?"

"Yeah. Be careful. The doctor attacked me." 

"Wait, that fuckass dude is a doctor?", Kidd asks. 

Just then, the man tries to speak again, but it's a weak gurgle once more. Even Kidd's kid can speak better while afflicted by whatever the fuck this is. 

Kidd tries to ignore him, focusing on Stevie. "Baby. We'll take you to the hospital, okay? 's gonna be alright. Please don't be scared." 

But taking his focus off of the man seems to have been a mistake. As Kidd is still crouching down in front of Stevie the man seems to undergo some sort of change, his entire body convulsing seemingly at random where he stands, odd, disturbing noises coming out of him. 

Before Kidd can really react the man's suddenly flung himself at Kidd. Thanks to his well-honed reflexes, Kidd manages to let himself fall backwards to do a roll and get out of the man's reach just in time. "What the fuck is your problem, dude?!", he yells at the apparent doctor. 

But when he sees the doctor's face, a cold shiver runs down his spine. His eyes are turned so far back in his head that only the white can be seen anymore and he's coming for Kidd yet again. Kidd lunges for the stool standing in the middle of the room, needing something to defend himself with so as he won't get in direct touch with the disgusting pustules covering all of the man's face and upper torso. 

When the man lunges for him once again he crashes the stool into him, the flimsy wooden construction breaking apart and leaving Kidd with nothing but its two legs in hand. "Fuck!", he curses once again. 

The man seems momentarily paralyzed but goes for Kidd again immediately after recovering his bearings. 

"I'm gonna hurt you if you don't stop this shit!" Kidd's warning feels redundant at this point, but part of him still wants this shitshow to just stop, for the man to calm down and everything to return to normal. 

Kidd parries the man's uncoordinated yet strong attacks by smashing his two sticks against the man's attacking arms. He doesn't even make any sounds of pain, doesn't seem to react much to what must be brutal bruises forming on his arms, he just unrelentingly tries to attack Kidd further. 

A part of Kidd that isn't focused on the fight right now but on protecting Stevie is devastated that his little boy needs to see this shit, but it can't be helped. 

When the man simply refuses to abate in his attacks, Kidd starts bringing down the stool legs on his head repeatedly, jumping out of the man's reach any time he tries to grab him, desperate not to want to get in touch with whatever this fucking disease is. After countless brutal hits and the man's head actively starting to be deformed, he finally goes down. Kidd's arms are hurting from how much power he had to exert as he stands there panting, a disgusting mix of blood and whatever else was coming out of the man and his pustules on his makeshift weapons. 

He lets them fall to the floor as he then turns to open the door that Becka had been hiding behind. Becka jumps into his arms, holding onto him and sobbing desperately, clearly having been terrified out of her mind. 

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.", she keeps repeating, trembling wildly. 

"Is okay. I've got you.", Kidd reassures her, holding her in his strong yet exhausted arms. "I'll always protect you." 

Becka takes a while to calm down in his arms, but he needs that time nearly as much as she does. This is certainly not how he'd expected a visit at the doctor's with Stevie to go. But if Stevie had the same thing that the doctor had...

He can barely finish that thought as Becka suddenly gasps in pain. 

"Becka?!" Panic floods him within seconds. Becka stares down in horror, looking at her leg, which Stevie had bitten into with all of his might. 

He was so small and yet he seemed to have exerted so much force that he'd not only bitten through the fabric of her trousers, but into the skin underneath as well, drawing blood. 

"OW!", Becka yowls, kicking her leg to try and throw Stevie off in panic, but to no avail, he's latching on like a rabid dog. 

"FUCK; KID!", Kidd yells and grabs Stevie, trying not to get in touch with the disgusting stuff covering his body but unable to avoid it entirely in how much force he needs to exert to drag Stevie off of Becka. Even then he needs to grab his mouth and pry it apart to get Stevie to stop biting into his mother. 

He throws Stevie off, positioning himself in front of Becka in case Stevie tries to go for her again. Why the hell does he need to fight his own kid? What the fuck? 

Becka hisses in pain, trying to inspect her leg. 

Normally Kidd would never speak to his child like this, but he's so angry and overwhelmed that he can't keep his cool. "What the fuck, Stevie? How could you attack Becka!" 

Stevia doesn't seem particularly dazed at having been thrown off, getting back up, his one visible eye rolled back, only the white visible. "Mommyyyyyyy...... hurts....." 

Kidd can't help the tears welling up in his eyes at seeing his son in this condition. He'd hurt him. He'd hurt his beloved Stevie. But he had to defend Becka. What choice did he have in this impossible situation? 

"Becka, are you alright?", he asks over his shoulder, trying to keep an eye on Stevie even as he checks in with her at the same time. 

"Hurts like a damn bitch, but I'll live.", is the quick reply. 

"The fuck do we do?", Kidd asks her. What could they even do? 

"We need to lock him in somewhere and get help. I don't know what's happening to him. I don't know how to help him." 

Kidd can't see Becka's face either, but by the tone of her voice, she's definitely crying too. 

"Fuck.", he curses. "Stevie, do you understand what I'm saying?" 

He pushes Becka backwards a bit behind him as Stevie keeps approaching them again. "Huuuuuuurts....", the little kid groans. 

He doesn't know how to do this. If he grabs Stevie there's a good chance he'll be bitten too. With the doctor from here already on the ground unconscious - or in the worst case, dead - it might be a while before they were able to get help again. He needs to make sure he'll stay as uninjured as possible to take proper care of Becka, who might already struggle to walk with her leg now. 

So he picks up one of the stool legs again, a grim expression on his face. 

Becka nearly chokes on her spit as she sees this. "Kidd. Kidd, oh god, no. You can't hurt him!" 

"He's not going to listen to us right now, babe. I need to protect you." 

"That's our baby!", Becka pleads desperately, grabbing the back of his shirt to shake him. 

"I'll be careful.", Kidd replies gravely, shaking her off. 

Stevie tries to lunge for him but because of Becka's location being right behind him he can't dodge, so he has to block the attack with the stool leg. Part of him crumples and dies at having to hurt his own flesh and blood by beating against his wildly flailing arms and legs like this, but his survival mode lets him focus on the fight at hand first of all. 

Kidd goes on to take the initiative, pushing Stevie back towards the room Becka had previously been in with a flurry of feigned and real attacks. 

Stevie doesn't respond to the feigned attacks at all, not flinching back from them at all as one normally would have based on their reflexes. 

Kidd has already seen enough to know that something's seriously fucking wrong, but that's the nail in the coffin for him. 

He can only push Stevie back into the room by actively hitting him. Normally his little boy had been so weak, never one for being super sporty and preferring to draw and sing when the other kids ran around yelling and having fun, so he has no idea where all of this strength is even coming from. 

He can't bring himself to think about how much he's injuring the poor little child's frail bones, how much this will hurt Stevie when he's back to normal. 

Finally, he manages to slam the door shut right in front of Stevie's face, turning the keys over quickly. 

He hadn't even really noticed it during the fight itself, but now he realizes that tears are streaming down his face, actively blurring his vision. 

Kidd turns back around to Becka, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible, but she backs away hobbling from him when he gets closer. "You monster! How could you attack our little boy! You filthy, filthy pig! You bastard!" 

She keeps screaming, hurling insult after insult at him. 

Kidd just stands there and takes it. It hurts him deeply to see his wife saying such hurtful things to him, but he can't blame her. God if he doesn't hate himself for doing what he's done just now as well. 

"Becks...", he starts up but is quickly shut up by her screaming at him again. 

He can tell that she's starting to work herself into a state of hysteria so eventually he can't take it any longer, walks up and wraps his arms around her in a hug, even as she starts pounding her fists against his chest, still screaming at him for being such a horrible monster. 

She continues for quite some minutes before finally calming down, her screaming quieting down into miserable sobs. 

"I'll always protect you.", he mumbles into her hair, breathing in the scent desperately to try and calm himself, to find some semblance of normaly in this fucked up situation. 

He hadn't wanted any of this. He hadn't wanted his promise of protection to turn against the very product of their love, their only child. 

He surpresses his sobs, only allowing his tears to stream down freely as he holds Becka with all of his remaining strength. She needs him right now, more than she's ever needed him before, more than she ever would have needed him in a normal life without this kind of fucked up situation. 

I've been binging horror game lore on YT and it makes me want to do more horror writing and interactions on my OCs. But I am always afraid of how far I can go before someone feels uncomfortable or hates it.

When I say "horror game", I mostly mean Fear & Hunger, Darkwood, Bloodborne, and I'm looking for more!

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Botanophobia (WIP)

STORY WIP: Botanophobia

A horror/action trope I don’t think is done enough is when a character sacrifices themselves (or at least says they will) but when they actually do they find it’s much more painful and horrible than they expected so they are left begging for mercy from the people they sacrificed themselves to save.

Imagine if you were going about your day until your face just... disappeared. Don't worry! This is a Normal problem that many people face in this society. You just go to lost and found and describe the face you lost. Go on. You remember your face, right? I mean, you wear it every day. You look at it more times than you can count. Alright, fine, if you can't describe your face, how about we go and look for it. I'll show you two of our lost faces, and you say which one looks mostly like your face. That way, I can slowly narrow down to yours.

Alright, I've narrowed it down to the last three. This should be an easy choice, given how diff- I'm sorry, what's that? They all look... the same to you? Nonsense, can't you see how different and unique they are? One of these must be your face, just look harder! Which of these has your eyes? Your nose? Is this hair familiar? Oh come on, hurry up and pick!

The Office | Older!Eddie M. X Fem!Reader

Just a Blurb

New job, new you. Something that was sure to highlight your better talents for your resume. Taking a step towards a better life. A-CORP was a 'from the ground up' type business funded by the CEO and your boss, Steve Harrington. Being an assistant wasn't all that glorious, but here it definitely isn't the average desk job. No. There was more to the job, you'd be designing, preparing, and presenting him with the ideas sent up. From there he'd decide what was good and what was unnecessary.

It was going swell. The first two weeks went by rather quickly, leveling up your clearance around the building. Things were coming along and pretty mundane for the most part. That was until you ran into him. Eddie Munson. He was a lifetime of wild and absolutely handsome.

Those rugged charms, good looks, and eyes you could stay lost in. To bring it all togeyhwr he of course had a soothing voice. So as youre still sat in the floor, with an ache in your bum, that wasn't as prominent as the blush spreading across your cheeks. You gaz up at him, surely making it awkward.

"Woah, babe down!" He chuckles, then bends down at his knees extending his arm out to help, "Let me help you up, pretty girl." You reach for Eddie's hand, allowing him to pull you up on your toes. Almost to quickly because you nearly topple him over, but he's quick to steady you both. "Woah easy."

Once on your evened out he steps back. "So sorry."

Eddie waves a hand across the hair shrugging his shoulders, "Nah." He shakes his head, "It's fine. Honestly a pleasure bumpin' into a hottie." Eddie nods his head towards you and you blush.

"Hottie? Me?" It was hard to for you to believe. However if a cute little number like Eddie was calling you hot then it was fine.

"Oh, yeah. Shit, yeah." He nods, spray curls bouncing with his movements. He smiles, "Obviously it's something I mean respectively."

"Thank you, Eddie." You smile from ear to ear, reaching down to adjust the buttons on your top. Brushing off your pencil skirt.

"So, you know my name." He smiles back. "That's-" He grins, "-that's great."

"Of course, Mr. Harrington is more than pleased with the work that comes from your department." You admit, although Steve wouldn't say that much. Usually just a nod or shrug here and there. Yet, it probably meant the world to Eddie, seeing as he was the head of Design Engineering. The genuine smile that he flash proved that, but it made his confidence in himself soar.

Eddie props himself against the office door letting you pass into your office. "Right." He laughs, brushing his nose with his thumb. "Here I was thinking you were some stalker."

You snicker at his comment, "It's not in my job description to keep eyes on other employees." Sparing him a glance as you plop down in the luxurious black-leather chair. The finest of office supplies were given to you at the request of Mr. Harrington. This was due to how likely you'd be stuck in there working.

"Damn, that's lame." Eddie sighs. "Thought maybe something interesting was going to happen."

"Yeah I met you." You retort with a grin.

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The Call | Eddie M. X Fem!Reader

Summary: A night at home takes a turn for the worse when you and Eddie have an odd encounter with an anonymous caller.

i got this idea after watching a few horror movies and thought maybe it would be fun to experiment with some ideas using Eddie, because this man is final girl material m'kay so, please enjoy. of course if there is anything you'd like to see horror or fluff wise let me know.

There was no foreseeable end to the torrential downpour. It had been raining for days and it made for a rather slow day. However, this was a constant reminder of how much you needed to pack up and leave. A small town with hardly anything to show for, mediocre jobs, zero support and horrible pasts. Life wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, but Indiana wasn't the home you wanted. Even if you’d lived in the shitty town of Hawkins most of your life, some good had came from it so you held off.

You had made some friends by scoring a job at Family Video, thanks to Robin. She was the first true friend you had, but you couldn't have her without Steve Harrington. He used to be the showboat type flexing and flaunting his parents money to any girl he saw. The man that could flirt with anything that moved yet he was somehow different. He grew on you too. Naturally you became a die-hard trio until you met there other friends. Dustin and the crew of children that hung around were a delight.

Things were starting to get back to normal and then one day changed everything. You had met Eddie. He was so proud to be himself unlike most men he was honest. Wearing his heart out on his sleeve. You still remember the day the you met. Having dropped by the video store after one of his shifts to return a couple of forgotten. The man was a massive flirt, but he was surprised that you returned the playful banter. It was like a game. One that had gone on for several months before he asked you out.

Another two before it was official and by another year Eddie had surprised you with an apartment. One you two shared and enjoyed, but were really interested in a house.

However, it wasn't exactly affordable. So for now you were content with the small space you both shared.

The sound of jingling had yanked you right from all the thinking, followed by the sound of a creak and shuffling footsteps. “Baby?” 

Oh, Eddie was home. You’d been so busy with all the housework and caught up in your thoughts that time was just irrelevant. 

“In the living room!" You call out to him.

Eddie works off his boots kicking them aside, “Hard day, baby?” He asks, shrugging off his jacket, no doubt soaked from the rain.

“Not really.” You reply reaching down into the basket once more. “Just been doing laundry and cleaning up around the house. Plus you’ve got clothes to sleep in now.” You joke and he chuckles.

"Perfect. I'm gonna shower." Eddie waltzes down the hall passing you on the way. However halfway he stops. "You wanna join?" The smirk that curls his lips upwards is undeniable and you know exactly what he'd been implying to.

However it'd hard to ignore him, so you give in, "Alright, just going to finish this last shirt." You instruct and although it may have been cruel to make such a pretty man wait. Like the child he was Eddie cheered.

You folded the shirt neatly and set it aside in a pile, before pushing yourself off the couch. Only to be stopped by the phone.

Eddie's voice calls from down the hall, "Babe you coming?"

You curse the caller in your head. "Yes, just a minute. It might be Robin." Of course Eddie groans. He's a desperate man right now.

You giggle and reach for the phone, not even to bother with checking who it was. Lifting up the phone to your ear you smile.

"Hello Robin." A smile that could be felt through the phone. Eddie had made a point to tell you that many times his favorite thing was to see you smile. "I was wondering when you were gonna call me I-"

"Hello,(Y/N). You're looking lovely this afternoon."

"Who's this?"

"You'll find out soon enough. For now enjoy your shower."

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So I have decided to open my requests to more than just Steve and Eddie, so here's a list of what I will write for.

Slasher!Steddie

Michael!Steve

Ghostface!Eddie or Steve

Steddie

Ghostface: DBD, 2022, or the original Scream Ghostface

Jareth the Goblin King

Michael Myers

Pennywise (Papa): Original IT

Pennywise (Junior): New IT

I will think of more, but for now here is a good list of what I can think of.

Stranger Danger | Older!Eddie M. X Fem!Reader | Three

PLOT: Eddie is a loving single father and a busy man, he hires you on occasion to watch his child. Sometimes he wish he had the courage to ask you out, but one terrible weekend will prove to him he hasn't got much time.

WARNINGS: TW 18+ Guns, and gun violence mentioned, blood, slight gore, language, suggestiveness, angst, fluff, thriller, slasher, divorce, and adult humor.

Three Days.

Friday, Saturday and Sunday were all Eddie needed. The event from this Thursday still held a deep impact over you, but since Eddie gave the news it had became less pertinent. Having the assaulter locked up was definitely a relief. Especially since you'd be alone with Violet for these days.

Early that morning Eddie hit the road, making sure to leave behind his special care instructions for Violet. Who of which, at the moment was still sleeping in.

You'd let her have her rest. The poor thing was up most of the night with a couple of bad dreams. Her night–terrors usually started up on weekends like this when her father had to go out of town. Being separated from the only parent was tough on such a kind hearted kid.

As she slept in you got some cleaning done around the house, even started a batch of her laundry. Eddie insisted you didn't have to, but you always just did it anyway. As the first load was washing you started to prepare a small breakfast knowing that Violet would wake any second now.

Three days, turned into more, and later rolled into a year. At this point he'd convinced you to become a permanent resident, from babysitter to nanny. Violet sure loved having you around more and she began to even open up more towards you. That was something you always loved, learning more about the energetic bundle that was Violet Munson. Now being a part of their daily lives was all part of your job.

Working for Eddie Munson was the best job one could possibly have. He was generous, forgiving, and all around fun.

So far things were going well on the cloudy afternoon. A nice start off to a Monday and an even better week. Currently you were seated in the living-room and scrolling through one of the many media services in attempt to find a movie. Violet had promised to sit and watch it with you.

"Wow, who woulda thought it'd be so hard to pick a movie." You comment, lancing over at the small toddler curled up beside you.

"Maybe a princess one." Violet suggests, pointing to the first movie with a princess that appeared in your list. The movie in question was Tangled, which had ironically been your favorite tale. Rapunzel was willing to risk everything just to have the one thing she desired most. Freedom and longing to belong.

"Yeah, sounds good." You ultimately agree with her, "Rapunzel is such a cool princess." Violet turns to look at you giggling as the screen loaded in the content.

Meanwhile

Eddie had been deep into his workload when he received a call ushering him away from work. Said caller was Chief Hopper and he had mentioned something about an emergency. Eddie had rushed through traffic, nearly causing an accident twice. An emergency couldn't be good.

Were you okay? Did something happen to Violet?

So when he arrived at the station and stomped through the door he looked this way and that before spotting an officer chatting it up with another. He approached them until the chief rounded the corner and spotted him. Eddie froze, "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Munson. Come with me?" Despite not knowing what was going on he followed him down the hall, glancing back at the laughing pair of officers.

Deep down it bothered him. If there was an emergency why were they just standing around? What the fuck was going on around here?

The chief stops abruptly and holds open the door for him, Eddie glances at the man and rolls his eyes before walking in. Hopper follows and walks right past him and plops down into the leather rolling chair seated behind the desk. Eddie sits up in his own seat and shakes his head, "Just get to the point. I haven't got all day. I got a kid and-"

Hopper gets comfortable, before he interrupts him. Folding his hands over one another and placing them on the desk. "Steve Harrington, escaped prison early this morning." Eddie's eyes widen, but then his gaze narrows brows furrowing.

"Who?" The artist is merely confused by the name, but then it clicks suddenly. His face contorts to anger, "You mean that creep? The one who harassed my Nanny?" Eddie is throwing his hands this way and that as he speaks, anger and adrenaline coursing through him. At this point Eddie kicks his chair back as he stands. Slamming one hand down on the desk, reaching forward with his left to grab the chief's tie and yanking him forward. "How do you let someone escape a prison?!" His vocal range was extremely shocking, but then again he was one of the best.

Hopper was shocked, but having dealt with Eddie in the past he knew his anger was only temporary. "Eddie." His voice was stern and commanding. "Let go of my tie." He recognized the situation and slowly let go, lucky one of the many rings he adored, didn't tear the fabric. Eddie backs off the desk. Hopper goes to straighten his tie and sighs, "Sit." His eyes gesture to the chair and Eddie takes a seat.

"I know you're mad. Which is why I wasn't letting the situation go by unnoticed, so I called you." He reaches for his hat and places it over his head. "Because, it's not jus Harrington who got away. He took Hargrove with him."

Eddie's eyes widened, "Billy Hargrove, the one who killed those women back in the summer of 1985?"

Hopper nodded slowly, "Yeah uh, apparently they're the best of fucking buds."

"Shit." Eddie muttered. From what he remembered, Billy hadn't really liked him and Eddie hadn't exactly wronged him. Well, maybe for the fact he screwed him over on a drug deal and he got caught and arrested that night. One way to harbor a grudge. "What's your plan?"

"I'm issuing a man-hunt. I've already sent two officers over to yours, so the girls will be safe. You got my word." Hopper reached for his gun and clicked the safety on, before holstering his weapon and standing. "We'll get them."

Munson Residence 12:45 P.M.

"Okay, so do you want some macaroni and cheese or some ramen? Your choice." You turn to the wide eyed girl who's all smiles as the two items are presented to her.

"Uhm, can you make it all fancy? The noodles?" She asked you.

"Fancy?"

"Like in the cartoons!" She exclaims throwing her arms up in the air. "They got eggs, meat, and some other stuff, it always looks so yummy!" Oh. So that's what she meant.

"Yeah, of course. So the noodles then?"

"Noodles." She confirms. You tell her to run off and play while you prepare the meal for her. With her father out of the house you could offer her something better than frozen meals and Asian cuisine happened to be your specialty. Which Eddie adored about you, cause those noodles were always so, 'Yummy'. He would always declare.

As you turned the stove on and placed the pan of water over the fire the doorbell rang. It shocked both you and little Violet since there was no way her dad could be home so early. She runs up to you as you exit the kitchen. Violet reaches out to you and you oblige in scooping her into your arms, slowly making it over to the door.

When you open it the intruders are revealed, two officers bearing their full uniform are standing patiently at the porch. "Miss (L/N)?"

"Yes?" You answer cautiously and they nod.

The officer to the left speaks first, Violet hiding her face in your neck. "I'm Officer Polinski and this Hank. We've been sent by our chief to keep guard of the home."

You bounce Violet on your hip and frown, "Well, may I ask why?" "Yes. Your statement led us to capture Steve Harrington a year ago, but he has escaped and our chief along with Mr. Munson think it best for us to stay and keep watch." Polinski explained and you nodded.

Your heart was going to fall out of your chest. That horrible moment coming crashing over you again. His eyes, his voice, and everything was all so clear to you and now it could happen again. "Please." You urge them inside. "Come inside. I'll prepare lunch."

"Thank you."

In the next town over

"You ready?"

"Ready as ever, Harrington."

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes clicking the safety of the Sig Sauer he was carrying. He gives a nod towards Billy, who smirks and kicks the door open to the small off road gas station. Shocking the old couple to death and in hail marry of bullets and shouting they took what they needed and dove underground.

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Stranger Danger | Older!Eddie M. X Fem!Reader | Two

PLOT: Eddie is a loving single father and a busy man, he hires you on occasion to watch his child. Sometimes he wish he had the courage to ask you out, but one terrible weekend will prove to him he hasn't got much time.

WARNINGS: blood, slight gore, language, suggestiveness, angst, fluff, thriller, slasher, divorce, and adult humor.

Next morning Eddie had been pulled from his sleep bright and early, due to usual routine. Except he didn't need to be at the studio until tomorrow. He would be away for the next three days he'd be in the next town over filming a new album and helping produce the music. So domestic days like this were very rare.

So he decided for once he'd try his hand at home cooked breakfast. The kind that families would wake up to in those old 70's, 80's, and 90's films. From how well he knew you, Eddie remembered how much you loved biscuits. Biscuits with sausage gravy to be more specific. Well, how hard could it be to make?

Where it would surprise almost anyone. You knew that Eddie happened to be an excellent chef. It was part of that magical charm of his. Knowing how to prepare the most unique dishes was something that made him stand out from others.

As he stirred the gravy on top the stove he set the timer for the biscuits sitting in the oven, twenty minutes should do just fine. Knowing that you had commented on how coffee kept you going on early mornings, he remembered to prepare a pot. Sweet smells of freshly baked biscuits, sausage, and brewing coffee wafted through the halls. It had stirred you awake from your slumber. Before you woke up completely you took in all the smells, then pulled yourself out of bed.

You stumble sleepily into the kitchen. The sight of Eddie in the kitchen was surely swoon worthy. Long shaggy, dark curls, pulled back into a bun, towel slung over his shoulder, dressed in an old tee and sweatpants. The ones that hugged his hips and hung a bit low, it made you feel warm deep down.

Eddie turns around and smiles, holding a bowl of freshly made gravy he greets you, "Morning, early bird." You snort and walk over to him.

"Good morning, Eddie." You eye the gravy, "Who's all this for?"

He sets it down and smiles sheepishly, "Well, I know you had a hard night and I'd figure I could make you breakfast for once." He explained and you take a seat at the end of the table, Eddie standing over you. "I gotta take care of my girls once and a while." He comments and continues setting up the table.

Elsewhere

Steve had shown up for his shift that morning at eight o'clock sharp, but as he pulled into the lot there were two more cars occupying the spaces. His boss Mike's vintage BMV was joined by to police cruisers. Shit. He mentally cursed himself. It had to be related to his little incident the other night and of course she had reported it.

Steve entered the place of business, bell signaling his entrance. Mike turned to glance at his employee along with the two officers. They all shared a look, before approaching him and Mike scurried off to the back. "Steve? Steve Harrington?"

Steve drops his bags and nodded, "Yes sir. That's me."

"Son, you'll need to come with us." The burly officer spoke first and Steve slowly held his hands up. "You Steven K. Harrington are under arrest, and will have the right to remain silent." He grips his shoulder and turns Seve around, gripping both wrists and cuffing him. "Officer Polinski, read him his rights. I'll finish here."

Back at the Munson Household

"This is amazing, Eddie. Absolutely perfect." You manage, covering your mouth as you spoke for politeness. Violet agreed clapping her hands out of excitement. After all, she was so used to pre-made meals or quick meals unless you cooked for her.

This was probably the first genuine meal he'd made in a while. "Daddy made yummy biscuits." She exclaims reaching over to scoop another bite into her small mouth. Violet had some gravy stuck to her nose and a drop on her cheek, definitely requiring a bath afterwards.

"Why, thank you." Eddie takes the compliment and goes to take another bite when the phone ringing interrupted their meal. Violet continued eating despite the interruption, but Eddie and (Y/N) were more concerned. They looked up from their plates, before Eddie stood up and excused himself from the table to answer the phone.

He caught it just in time on the fifth ring before it went straight to voice-mail. Glancing down at the Caller I.D. he noticed it was the Hawkins P.D. from their unique identification. "Hello?" He answered raising the phone to his ear and another voice greeted him.

"Morning, Mr. Munson. This is Chief Hopper with the Hawkins P.D. and I just need a moment of your time." The deep voice on the other end replied. "Did I wake you?"

Eddie took a breath and looked back at you and Violet. "No. No-Uhm," He shakes his head, turning his attention back to the conversation. Turning his back to the kitchen as to not worry you or his little girl. "You didn't. Didn't wake me, Chief." He replies slightly in disbelief, trying to understand the sudden need for a phone-call in the first place.

"Good, look let me start with an apology towards Miss (L/N)." Hopper spoke.

Eddie was confused, "To her? What for?" "Well, for the unfortunate experience she had with that boy, Steve Harrington." The chief reminds him and Eddie now understood. This must mean they caught him.

"So, they caught him?"

Steve looks back at the officers as he's escorted out of the van, sporting a new orange jumpsuit. Roughly being shoved towards the prison guards, now seeing as he was there problem from now on. The smell of the halls, the cells, it was horrible and filthy. This is the worst cell-block he heard the officers mention. This is what he deserved for his behavior. It made his blood boil.

"Yes. He's being transported to the big house now as we speak." Eddie smiled, he was relieved.

"So why the apology?" He asks then.

"We didn't handle the situation properly that night, but one of my officers, Hank, he uh saw the kid's record. So we got 'em."

"That's great, Sir. Thank you, I'll let her know." With that he hangs up and Eddie is immediately relieved as he sets the phone down. He sports a smile as he returns to the kitchen to deliver the good news. Only to find you hard at work over the sink cleaning up after him. God, what would he do without you?

He'd die.

Cell Block D Hawkin's Correctional

Steve huffed as the office tugged his wrists through the bars to uncuff him, but his grip was tight. The officer in question was smirking the whole time, "Hope you enjoy your stay. You've even got a room-mate, have fun." He sneered, before walking off, swinging the cuffs around his finger whistling the tune of some oldie.

"Well. Well. Well, look what the shit dragged in." That voice. He recognized it, Steve slowly turned and sure as fuck there he was. Billy Hargrove in all his shining, messy, and cocky glory. "Been a while, Harrington."

"Hargrove." He spat.

"King Steve." Billy spat back with even more venom, slowly approaching him before getting up in his face. "I've missed your dumb ass. So, what're you in for?" He asks circling Steve, who in turn watches him like a hawk.

He scoffs, "None of your business." Steve defends. Billy chuckles and steps back to take a seat on the right centered cot, manspreading and smirking.

"Come on, tell me your secrets and I'll tell you mine. Deal?"

"Fine." He gives in, "I'll tell you."

Life is about the choices you make or will make, you just have to make the right ones.

Tell me, do you?

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Stranger Danger | Older!Eddie M. X Fem!Reader | One

PLOT: Eddie is a loving single father and a busy man, he hires you on occasion to watch his child. Sometimes he wish he had the courage to ask you out, but one terrible weekend will prove to him he hasn't got much time.

WARNINGS: blood, slight gore, language, suggestiveness, angst, fluff, thriller, slasher, divorce, and adult humor.

3 Hours Ago..

"Well, that's everything." He shuts his door with a grunt, shaking the mas of water from his curls with a huff. You cannot help, but stare until he turns to you, "Sure you got everything?" You stare into his eyes and nod quietly.

He raises a brow in question and you quickly respond. "Y-Yes, I think so." Eddie nods, going to pull his seat belt on, before snatching the keys out of the cupholder, flashing you a smile. You turn to check on Violet, whom is all strapped in her car-seat giggling to herself. You give her a wave and she waves back, only to be distracted by the car not moving.

"Daddy, car not go!" She whines, thrashing about in her seat.

He turns to peak at her and she whines pointing forward. "Make it go, Daddy." She all but demands.

Eddie all but turns to you shocked written across his face. "Alright then, you heard the little lady buckle up."

You share the enthusiasm and pull on the seatbelt with a click. After was finally able to pull off into the street. As he does the rain tumbles down from the sky, following the rolling thunder, and bright flashes of light. "Looks like we'll be staying inside."

"Inside isn't to bad." Eddie claims as he reaches over to flick on the wipers. "I can stop by that old video rental place and you two can grab some movies and snacks." He offers.

Violet starts clapping, "Yay, movie time!"

You turn to him, "Don't you have all the possible streaming services set up at home?" While he surely made enough to own everything up to Disney Plus, maybe there was a good reason to choose to rent a movie.

"Yeah, duh." He admits with a shrug of his shoulders, "But it doesn't have the same thrill as hunting down the perfect movie and grabbing sugary treats." A good reason indeed. You cannot believe that Eddie would enjoy small things like that, but he's all smiles as he watches your mild dis-interest turn to that of complete joy.

You nod in agreement, deciding an adventure to the video store would do some good. Besides not all older movies were accessible on most streaming services and Violet could spend one on one with you. "Fine then. Let us commence the hunt."

Violet squeals in delight followed by her unique bubbly laughter, "I love movies! Hunt, hunt!" She was her father's spawn. Only a Munson could carry that much energy and excitement. It was extremely precious how the simplest activity could bring joy and life to her eyes.

As they headed towards the store the rain tumbled down from the sky, harder than it was previously. Violet, from what you remember, wasn't to fond of the rain at all. So to ease her stress you and Eddie began to sing to her, as a means of distracting her.

The store was locally known as Family Video, having been started up by a sweet local family back in the 80's and still held it's ground. Sometimes it's nice to dive back into the past. It's all about those memories ones you hold safe and dear. Some memories are darker than others and can lead to a tragic past. This leaves room for a choice and what the universe will ultimately decide as your fate.

Choose wisely....

You and Eddie ended the song right as he pulled into the lot, choosing the closest spot and parked the car. The rain had slowed to a pitter-patter and Violet had relaxed. "Here." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. "Take my card, get whatever." He holds out the tiny stick of plastic to you and your eyes go wide.

"I-I've got cash, Sir." You deny the money given and Eddie smirks.

"I know, Sweetheart." He reaches over and takes your hand fingers gracing your skin in a way foreign to you. He opens your hand and places the card in your palm. His touch lights something within you, not to mention the endless amount of giving and kindness he shared. "Save your money. Consider, this my treat for working on such short notice." You and Eddie share a brief moment, eyes deeply locked onto one another, closer and closer-

"Can I go too?" Violet piped up from her seat. "I'm the best hunter!"

You and Eddie pulled back to turn and look at the little girl located in the back, eagerly trying to work the belt off her body. You snicker, "Yeah, sweetie. Hold on I'll come get you out." Eddie couldn't stop smiling as you hurried out of the car, slinging on your jacket, and covering your head with the hood.

As you fish the seatbelt off Violet, Eddie watches, it's so gentle and motherly the way you pull her into your arms and out of the seat. He should've just kissed you in that moment. You flash him a small smile and bump the door with your hip, shutting it. He needs to stop waiting, but he's so worried about your feelings he can't commit to it. Not yet, he needed a sign.

The bell rings signaling another customer who'd entered the store, "Hello and welcome to Family Video, my name is Steve how can I-" Mid-delivery he freezes. He watches as the woman approaches the counter with almost a bounce in her step, his heart starts pounding against his chest. So loud that the other patrons might hear, let alone you.

So when he's face to face with you he felt honored to even be in your presence. Your beauty and grace was unlike anything he'd seen around in a long while- "Hi uhmm- Steve, was it?"

Your voice pulls him from his thoughts and he nods, putting on the charm, but a bit to thick. "Yeah!" He confirms a bit too eagerly, "Yeah, that's me. I'm Steve." His eyes trail down to the smaller figure clung to you, nestled safely on your hip. Violet turned to look at him and he sends her a wave, but she just turns her face back away. Must be yours, "Is this your little one?" Steve is a bit to friendly with his question, at which you nearly pale.

"Oh no, no." You dismiss. "She's just one of the kids I babysit, her dad is a close friend and is letting her pick out a movie." You declare, stepping back a bit. Steve does notice this and his fists clench in anger at himself. "Fun." He smiles, biting back a scowl. So it wasn't yours, but a male close friend meant no chance for him. Steve sighs and nods with a semi-friendly smile, "The kid's section is just over there." Through his hidden anger he points over to the right of the counter and you quickly thank him before scurrying away. Violet turns to look over your shoulder back at Steve and notices the way he's still staring at you, hides yet again.

"Okay, here we go." You move to let her down, but she refuses. Shaking her head and giving a series of Uh-Uh's and whining. You're a bit shocked by the sudden behavior, because usually Violet is so outgoing and energetic like her dad. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" You ask crouching down and letting her rest her feet on the ground.

"Scary man. Staring." She whimpers, pointing behind you. "Over there." You look back at the counter where the clerk, Steve is helping a customer, before looking up and catching your eye. You swear you saw him smirk even. A deep sense of dread pools in your gut and looking back at Violet you know that it's time to leave. "O-Okay, sweetie. We'll go to another store, okay?" She nods eagerly and you scoop her up and turn to exit the aisle only to be blocked off by said clerk.

"S-Steve?" You curse the waver reflected in your voice and Violet clutches at our shirt, trying to stay as close as possible.

"Need some help?" He asks eyeing you over, and then glancing down at your empty hands. "You haven't picked anything out." He chuckles, dropping his shoulders and gesturing to the clearly stocked shelves. You force a smile and hold little Violet closer.

"We didn't find anything. So, we're going to try another store." You inform him and turn to walk away, "Thank you." You end the conversation quickly and try to step around him, but Steve does not back down. He instead moves to block off the exit completely.

"I'm sure there's something in the next aisle. Let me just show you." Steve insists stepping forward and you look back outside to the window. If only you hadn't left your phone in the car.

Eddie huffs checking the time on the radio, 8:36. "Huh, they've been in there for thirty minutes, what's taking them?" He tilts his head to look through the windows, but their tinted and it's hard to make out anything with all the downpour. He sighs and cuts off the engine, stuffing the keys in his pocket and hops out of the vehicle.

When he enters the store there's, at first, no sight of you or Violet. This causes him to panic slightly, until he spots the shadows and hears your voice loud and clear, "I said, No! Leave us alone!" He strides across the store, practically stomping over to the aisle you two were in, blocked off by one of the clerks. Eddie saw the fear in your eyes and the tears spilling off his daughter's face was enough. Everything clicked and he lunged for the clerk.

Steve was yanked back by his collar and tossed to the ground. It was like he weighed nothing to Eddie. The clerk groaned in pain, rolling to his side as the pain shot through his lower back. Eddie turns to face you both, "You girls okay?"

You nod and slowly approach him. Eddie quickly escorts you around and away from he injured stranger and eyes Steve on the ground still recovering from being man-handled. Eddie passes over the keys, "Go to the car, I'll be out in a minute." You nod and bid him a quiet 'Be careful.'

Steve watches as you scurry out the door and curses himself for screwing things up. Eddie crouches down over him, "You so much as move a muscle or even look in the direction of that door, I'll call the cops. Got me?"

"Yeah.." He groans looking up at him. Eddie reaches his hand back and punches him right in the nose. It definitely hurt, but the main thing that was concerning was the crimson leaking from his nose. "What the hell?"

"Stay the fuck away from my girls." He demands and Steve nods wiping the blood away on his sleeve. With that Eddie walked out leaving Steve there in pain. Thinking of whole situation just angered him even more.

Present

"And you are sure he was harassing you?" The officer declared.

"Yes! He tried to touch me with a child in my arms!" You argued and the officer sighed.

"Miss, just calm down-"

You had enough, they weren't helping, or listening. "You know what. Forget it." Gathering your things you leave the interrogation room and making a swift exit. Joining with Eddie in the waiting room, still holding a sleeping Violet.

He stands, "What did they say?" He asks and you scoff continuing to walk away him trailing on your heels.

"Nothing, Mr. Munson. They're not listening, let's just go home. I'm sure she's tired and-and I need sleep." He frowns, but nods.

"Okay, Sweetheart. Let's go."

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Stranger Danger | Older!Eddie M. X Fem!Reader | Intro

PLOT: Eddie is a loving single father and a busy man, he hires you on occasion to watch his child. Sometimes he wish he had the courage to ask you out, but one terrible weekend will prove to him he hasn't got much time. WARNINGS: blood, slight gore, language, suggestiveness, angst, fluff, thriller, slasher, divorce, and adult humor.

Tonight Hawkins Police are baffled by yet another series of brutal murders, claiming that no evidence has been found. All suspects appear to evade local officials leaving Hawkins' residents terrified; citizens have dubbed this mysterious stranger as The Night Walker–

The booming voice on T.V. is interrupted by the sudden blaring of the house phone. You quickly set aside the bowl of snacks and toss aside the blanket. You scoot to edge reaching for the phone. As you snatch it off the reciever, the caller I.D reveals it to be Eddie. He was a father to the sweetest little girl, whom you ended up babysitting for purely by mistake, but you loved it.

"Hello?" So deep in thought you forgot that'd your thumb had pressed the answer button. Oops.

"HI! Hey, Mr. Munson I'm sorry." You quickly apologized. "I dropped the phone." Scrambling to hold the device up to your ear, to be graced with that sweet laughter. Eddie has such a beautiful laugh, a kind souls, and even better heart. Not to mention how well he rook care of his daughter, not only that, Violet was respectful and energetic just like her Dad. How any mother could just drop out of their life is beyond you.

"Silly girl, always dropping stuff." He teases.

You scoff, "I do not always drop stuff."

"Oh, really?" Eddie inquires, a light chuckle escaping him.

"Yeah." You defend, unable to hold back the smile that spreads onto your face and Eddie can tell. "It's only sometimes."

"Okay." He agrees, enjoying your rather playful nature.. "Well, I didn't call you to just chat, Sweetheart. I need a favor–"

"Anything for you, Sir." You eagerly admit, and even before he can finish.

"Great." Eddie sighs in relief. "Now, I know I said you could have weekends off if you needed it, but I have to go out of town this weekend." He explains and you understood how busy his career kept him. Violet would miss him terribly and sometimes she couldn't sleep without him. "So I need you to stay over the weekend, Friday to Sunday, and take care of my little princess."

"Well, of course I wouldn't say no to that." Eddie is relieved and equally eased by your response. "I love Violet, she's a sweetheart." You add, already listing the many activities in your add and that she shall surely enjoy.

"That's great." Eddie sighs relieved. On his end he's engrossed in the activity of staring down at the little toddler playing at his feet. Her chin lifts up and a pair of bright green eyes find his. "She'll be excited." She tilts her head and he can tell that her little mind was working hard to figure out just exactly who was on the phone. Violet was incredibly sweet, but also intelligent in ways Eddie was more than proud of.

By the smile on his face and rosiness on her father's cheeks, there was only one answer. "Is that Miss (L/N), Daddy?" Violet drops her dolls and pulls herself to her feet, curling her tiny fingers in the fabric of his jeans to climb up into his lap. She's already reaching for the phone, Eddie laughing as her hands reach for the phone. "Daddy!" She whines, "Let me talk!"

You join in on the laughter, "I don't mind, Mr. Munson." You only encourage and he gives in mumbling something about spoiling you both then hands over the phone.

"Hi!" Violet squeals into the phone excitedly to which you respond with an eagerness.

"Hey, cutie. You keepin' him outta trouble?" She giggles and crawls off her dad to run off and converse with you. Eddie sighs, but is still smiling. His little girl was always so happy to see you and that should have been enough proof for him to make the leap. However, the last time he let his heart out to a girl, she left, and refused to be a part of the child's life. He should know you better than that but he worries. He needs a sign and maybe it'll come soon enough.

"Vi!" He calls out to her, "It's night-night time!"

Little did this family know there were forces, darker than light at work in his favor. Their life would change forever.

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Notes: this is my own original work and characters, please do not copy, translate, or steal anything from my works.

“Another day in hell,” Steve grunts, reaching for a box of party favors, “There’s no way it could get any worse.”

“Well, if you keep talking instead of moving your ass then it’ll get worse.” Lila comments from her spot at the bottom of the ladder. Steve cranes his head to look back down at her and grins.

“Aww don’t be such a party pooper, babes.” He teases, but turns back to get to work on moving the box of favors.

Lila scoffs in response, “I’m not. I just don’t want our asses to be grass.” 

“You think that Stan  really gives a shit about this place? Let alone us?” Steve inquires, climbing down the ladder with the box in tow. 

“Eh,” She shrugs while taking the box, “Maybe you’re right. Maybe you’re not. Still, I wanna keep my ass in check.” 

Steve rolls his eyes as her back is to him. Lila sets the box down and starts digging, until she releases a sigh, “Aha! One left!” She has plucked a packet of tacky, green dotted, set of plates from the box. “Fifty a pack. Our customer will be satisfied.”

Steve chuckles and snatches the item from her. “All that for some ugly plates.”

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So, I love writing for you guys and I enjoy stranger things, but how would you guys appreciate reading some of my original work? I got some horror stuff I'm working on

The faint sound of classical music can be heard through the huge oak doors that are in front of me. The musician's native tongue slips between her teeth in smooth whisps as she sings to entertain the masses.

I tentatively push on the doors; however, they seem to be unbudging, so I push harder, and I would have fallen through them and down the marble stairs if it weren't for the strings holding me by the arms and legs.

Hundreds of people waltz together their exquisite suites molding with the large and extravagant ballgowns of their appointed partners. The colours of the different shifon, cotton, and silk weave together to create a sea of complementary colours that shift in uniform waves. Individual strings entertwine with one another as they pull everything into its place. The sweet melodies that are now no longer muted lull me in. They sound like my mother's voice; they sound of the sweet spring and fleeting but beautiful romance. They are utterly entrancing.

My body moves, the strings are slack, and they follow behind me as I take my first step towards the bouncing crowd. The strings pull tighter on me the further down the steps I go, almost pulling me off the ground, adding to the whimsical scene and making me feel as if I could fly. By the last step, the strings are tight enough to control my movements. They lead my body into position, and a new song begins. My strings find someone else, and we start our waltz in time with one another, our strings leading us as if we have practiced for years. Our bodies almost mould into one as if we were an old married couple who can just work together based on muscle memory alone.

My body feels weightless as the strings lift me into the air. I see all the women being lifted into the air with me, the men forced by their necks to look up at the soaring birds above them, and their arms forced to catch us lest we die from our descent. My partner catches me with ease, but some are not so lucky.

The couple to our left consists of a boy no more than 14 and a woman probably in her mid-twenties. The boy had no chance of catching her. Their bodies collide, and he catches her fall, but the sickening crack of his legs is horrific, and not even the homely music could sooth my mind as the gut-wrenching noise reverberates off the wall. The strings, however, keep us all from turning our heads, but my eyes travel to the dammed pair as they get spun into a mix of limbs and a red string. Their mouths are wrapped in string, and they are unable to scream, almost as if they are poor little bugs trapped in a spider web. The last I see of them is the boy's terrified eyes that scream at me to help him before they both are slowly hung by their necks, pulled towards the ceiling with a jolt. They are gone, and the crunch of their necks is incorporated into the angelic music.

To my horror, they aren't the only bodies up there in the heavens. Hundreds of people hang from the rafters, their colourful clothing tainted by red string, and their eyes lifelessly stare down at us. They are forever watching us. The music still plays and the strings pull, but now it feels invasive. No longer do I hear my mother's voice, and no longer do the people look as though they are having the time of their lives. Now they smile to their ears, the corners of their mouths lifted by the string that binds us all, but their eyes show all their terror and exhaustion. The tightness of the strings no longer makes me feel as though I'm flying, and instead I feel as though I'm tethered to a noose that's ready to break my body into shattered pieces. I can't die like this.

I've been twirled and waltzed for what feels like hours. My body aches, and my head spins as if it is a child's spinning top being forced to spin until it drops. The band has run out of music, so they have started again. The arms of the drummer boy look sore and heavy, the wind instrumentalists look as though they may drop their faces blue from lack of oxygen, and the string players fingers have been bleeding for a while, staining their instruments in varying shades of red, yet the strings continue to force them.

The only person in this whole room who's free from the binds that hold us is the vocalist. She still sings and smiles, her eyes not holding an ounce of terror but instead shining with power and hunger. She looks like a spider about to eat its captured prey. She must be the puppeteer here.

The song changes, and so do our partners. He's a young boy; he looks to be twelve. He, like us all, is unable to scream or speak, but tears cascade down his face, and his shirt is damp from his tears. I don't think he'll last very much longer.

At the chorus, the young gentleman who is playing the lyre plays the notes wrong. The singer turns, her smile dropping. She motions towards him, and his body flies upwards. His body cracks, and I can see the bones of his fingers; his flesh has been pulled off by the constant vibrations of the lyre chords. My mouth fills with bile, but the strings keep my mouth clamped shut, and I'm left with no choice but to swallow it back down. The viperous woman turns back to the audience and drags the closest man from his partner; he is now the one playing the lyre. His unfortunate partner is the next to be taken as a victim of the creature. She had unluckily been dragged out of line and was punished for it.

The music is back to what it was: forced comfort flowing softly through waves of people, contrasting the absolute horror its recipients face. Our bodies are carried by the strings, no matter how hard we try to escape. We have no choice but to accept our fate. The song changes; it's the first one I danced to, and I know it's my turn. So does my partner, because tears start to fall from his eyes with more vigor. And I cry with him. We both know that he can't catch me. Our fate will be the same as the first couple I witnessed get taken. A silent and painful death. The singer knows this too. She smirks at us from across the hall and licks her lips. I glared at her the whole time. If I have to die like this, she will not see my fear.

The song nears its last note, and my body is slowly lifted by the carmine strings that suffocate my body. They have become a part of me now. I try my hardest to stop them. I fight them and frash against them, but it's no use; they just get tighter and cut my skin. My blood drips to the floor below. The drop is harsher than before, and I can hear the boys legs snap as I land on them. His and my limbs tangle into one puzzle, and my ankle burns after landing on it at an angle; it is undeniably broken. Bodies twirl around us, and the boys eyes shut. He's fainted from the pain.

Not unlike when I entered this choppy sea, my strings have returned to being slack. The only difference now is that they start to drape around me, strapping me in like ham, ready to be cooked. As they pull me off the boy, I see the damage my body has caused him. His bones are visible through where his knee cap was, and blood red covers his bottom half. My strings stop and wait for his to catch up, and we ascend together.

We are raised high above the sea, and the colours of different fabrics melt together; they all look like a beautiful show that is on its last performance. Everyone around me is slack. This is it. I take my last moment to glare at the musical villain; her voice flows like a gentle river, matching the sea below me. She looks back at me, and with a swish of her finger, I'm jolted up by my neck. The last sound I hear is a crack, and her voice is muffled, but there she is forever singing.