#slasher!steve

After the rather odd phone call and a quick breath of fresh air it was time for bed. That was enough excitement for one day, already finding school tiring enough. Adding creepy stalkers to the list was not helping. However, when you reached the first step the phone rang once more. Darn - You turned on your heels and pad back into the kitchen snatching the device off its stand. "Hello? Henderson, residence."

"Well, Hello -- Again." Same cadence, still altered, and much more excited than last time, judging by the small hitch in his breath.

You decide to play along into the mystery caller's game, tilting your head as you keep up with the sweet tone. "Ooh , so you do remember me." You coo into the receiver voice thick like honey.

He chuckles, "Mhm." His voice hums. "Couldn't forget a pretty voice like yours." Enjoying the way it left a surge of chills down your spine.

"You remember all the girls you talk to, huh?" Questioning him earns another breathy laugh, making you bite your bottom lip. He surely knew how to work a girl - Goodness.

"No, just the ones I plan on asking out." The stranger replied and you giggled. "What? You don't let guys ask you out?"

"Not recently. Have had my eye on this one guy though." Shamefully admitting your deepest and darkest secrets seemed harmless. He didn't know you or you him. So what was the danger? A little honest flirting and some sweet words wouldn't be that much of a bother.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm, but he's not so into me I think." He clicks his tongue and you sigh with a slump of your shoulders.

"Wanna tell me his name, sweetheart?" He urges, practically on the edge of his seat, awaiting your answer. Maybe things would take a turn for the better.

"Eddie. He's just such a nice guy and -- and he's helped my brother so much - God - Then there's Steve. I sound like such a whore, b-but I really like them both." You stammer now really unsure of who to choose. One the one hand Eddie was funny, chivalrous, and kind hearted. The total opposite of the sweet, lively, and popular Steve. Two sides on one coin, but couldn't make of whether you wanted heads or tails. It was crazy, laughing at the uncertainty of it all.

"Well, Belle, seems you have a big choice ahead of you." As the words leave him sure of the reaction he'd receive. You fall silent instantly as his name falls from his lips.

"W-Wait - My name - How'd you know my name?" Things had taken a turn for the worse at this point and he chuckles, dark, and unforgiving.

"Because, sweetheart-" He lowers his voice, goosebumps spreading on your arms, as he speaks, "- I've been watching you this whole time. Now, if I was you I'd find a place to hide." You slam the phone down onto the stand and straighten your spine. Eyeing both kitchen entrances' slowly, gulping down the lump of fear that sat in your throat. Lip quivering as you bravely round the counter towards the left doorway. Briefly glancing at the pantry door when a muffled sound, unidentifiable, but loud enough to keep you worried. Keeping your hand rested on the counter as you slowly pad past the door.

The living-room was a quick shot from the kitchen, only having to make it past there in order to reach your front porch. As soon as you walked through that doorway a figure burst from the pantry. You whirl around a scream ripping through your throat, lungs burning from the sheer force of it. Immediately taking off towards the front door as the ghostly stranger chases after you.

"Shit! Shit!" You curse dodging the coffee table, only for him to step on top the surface and jump down on you. Tackling you down to the ground carpet biting into your back, bare legs and arms. You try to crawl away from him, but to no use. Suddenly gaining a brief moment of courage, you rear your leg back and kick him straight between his legs. The stranger falls back groaning in pain the knife clattering to the floor as he recovers from the sheer pain. You push up off the ground despite the weakness crying out from your overworked joints and run to the door.

Fingers working the locks, before flinging the door open. Only to be met face to face with a white mask, blue jumpsuit, and a large butcher knife. You quickly spin on your heels to run the other direction, but are cut off by Ghostface. Backing up into the other figure who quickly grabs ahold of you. One arm wrapped securely around your waist and the other over your chest. His muscles tensed holding you in place as the blade pressed ever so gently against your cheek. Your fingers dig into his arm clawing and pleading to be let go.

"Thank you, she would have gotten away." The ghostly stranger groaned reaching down to retrieve the lost hunting knife and sighed as he straightens back up. Revealing in the quiet sobs the racked through you. His voice - It sounded so familiar.

"W-Who are you?"

"Who am I?" He waves the knife around dramatically dropping his shoulders as you watch every move he makes. "You wanna go first big boy?" Ghostface steps closer to the brooding figure that had you restrained only receiving a grunt in response. "Guess that's a ye-Excuse me -- And viola!" He pulls the mask off and you crane your head back to eye the - not so stranger - as his hazel irises stare back down at your shaking figure.

Your heart shatters as his name passes your lips, "S-Steve..?" There's no mistaken that floppy chestnut-brown hair and those soft lips.

"Surprise!" Ghostface sings with a dramatic wave of his hands.

"Steve, why?" You whine, looking back at a guy you once trusted. Having delved into your most deepest secrets knowing he'd be there to listen and lend a hand. It just doesn't make any sense. Why would such a guy chose to do this and to someone who you'd been nothing short of nice to. Steve was your friend and deepest crush.

"Aww, she's scared." Ghostface coos watching your breath catch in your throat as you turn to look back at him. Steve laughs from behind you, chest vibrating against your back and he sighs.

"I know, it's addicting. I cannot wait to see how she reacts to you, baby." Steve speaks softly from behind you. Ghostface tilts his head watching you carefully, before reaching a gloved hand to pull back his hood, then removing his mask allowing it to clatter to the floor. Your whole body goes week as your eyes fall on those familiar features. Steve hauls you up against him, keeping you from falling down. Dark curls, a cheeky smile, and soft brown eyes.

"Surprise, sweetheart. Not what you expected huh?" His voice is cocky as he swaggers over to you. His hand raises the knife to your other cheek, licking his lips as he eyes you.

"E-Eddie?" Your bravado falters. To close to be a dream seeing as he was standing right there in front of you. His lips quirk into a sly smirk, as he takes in a deep breath, eyes looking you over.

"Say my name again, princess." Eddie demands pressing the curve of the blade deeper.

"E-Eddie plea-"

"Ah." He chides pressing it deeper earning a pitiful sob. "Again." He demands eyes flitting up to spare a glance at Steve. His lips twitching into a smile as you practically shake beneath them.

"Eddie, please stop.. you're scaring m-"

"Good." He growls at you, trailing the tip of the blade down the curve of your jaw, along your neckline, enjoying the way your throat bobs against his knife. Oh, you were a fucking prize. "I've been thinking day and night about you, Belle." He admits eyeing the dips of your breasts, hidden behind your pink tank-top. "Then you went and admitted your little crush - Fuck - I almost jumped on you then."

"Please don't kill me." You plead with Eddie small drops of salty tears drip down your cheeks, eyes glassy with them as you look up at the guitarist. He wasn't the same anymore. Those once bright eyes now filled with something dark.

"We aren't going to kill you, baby." Steve reassures you going to tuck his knife away knowing Eddie still had a grip on his own if you tried anything. You were a bit relieved, but it dropped. Heart dropping down to your stomach as Eddie spoke again face dangerously close to yours.

"We're gonna keep you. Steve." The larger male lifted you off the ground and slung your small figure over his shoulder albeit effortlessly. A cry leaves your lips as your hands come down on his shoulder blades, "She's feisty." Eddie chuckles, watching you struggle, squirm, and fight against Steve as he drags you out the door on his shoulder. One arm tucked over the curve of your knees and the other on the small of her back.

Eddie's pride flies out the window when you open your mouth, "Help me! Somebo-" He clamps his palm over your parted lips and a quiet whimper leaves you, hands clawing at his wrist as his nails dig into the skin of your cheeks.

"Shut the fuck up or I will hurt you, sweetheart." He threatens. "Got it?" You nod and he sighs relieved moving his hand away, only to brush his knuckle over your reddened cheeks. Only able to let out pitiful sobs and soft whimpers, "Good girl. You'll learn soon enough."

"You belong to us now." Steve chimed in as they reach his car, Eddie eagerly flinging open the trunk and he dumps you inside.

"Both of us." He shuts the trunk with a slam and you burst out into a full sob, crying out, but muffled by the layered metal of the BMW. No one heard you nor would help be coming. Eddie and Steve had you in their grasp and they were never going to let you got.

Not now.

Not ever...

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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.

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"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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"Steve Harrington, to what to owe the pleasure of speaking to you so late at night?"

His soft laugh fills your ears, "I thought maybe you could use some company." Steve was such a generous guy. Holding open doors, offering to help in any way he could leading you to fall head over heals. Every girl would fawn over Hawkins' one and only 'King Steve'. A month into the senior year Billy Hargrove had showed his face and things changed.

Steve had dropped out of the popular pool and became more of gentlemen since then. You had only officially met him after a particularly rough fight with Bill that landed him in the nurses office, you being her assistant, tended to his wounds. Since then he's been fond of you.

He had the pleasure of being your next door neighbor which allowed him to be at beck and call for you. He'd do anything for you if it gave him the chance, but you never asked him and grew frustrating. He knew it was much more than some silly little crush.

"Company? You stalking me, Harrington?" Steve only sighed in response at the teasing manner you'd taken upon him. It was your turn to laugh when he didn't respond. Though it was starting to worry you, "Steve? You there?"

"Yeah, just-"

"Just what?" You cut him off a frown seeping across your lips and worry pooling within your gut. Had something wrong been said? Was is something that he heard?

Then he cut through the silence. "Sweetheart, are you home alone?" Steve sounded anxious, worried even, it was starting to make you nervous.

"Yes, my parents are at a business conference." You answer trying to understand why the sudden change in behavior. "Steve talk to me what's going on?"

"Belle, I think someone's in your house." Your heart is pounding, thrumming loudly in your ears, mumbling Steve's voice. You drop the phone as fear overtakes your body. The flight response kicking as you hurry to make a run for the exit.

"You there?" Steve asks trying to get your attention, "Just get of the house, safely." He attempts to instruct, but the unwanted sound of the dial-tone give him his answer. "Shit."

The house was quiet - Almost too quiet. You take the stairs one at a time careful as to not alert the intruder. Out of caution you glance back at the top of the stairs to make sure no one snuck behind you. That's when you heard it. From downstairs a faint creak of the pantry door opening then slamming shut. It made you jump nearly loosing the footing you had on the stairs.

"I know you're in here somewhere, sweetheart." Whomever the intruder was their voice was unidentifiable, altered and raspy. "You can't hide from me for to long."

You gulped throat bobbing in the poor attempt to steady your breathing. The stranger was close just down the stairs and in the kitchen. If you made it down the stairs surely they'd spot you. "You know-" He begins, boots loudly thudding across the cream colored tiles, "-I'm actually quite fond of you and I've been watching for a long time."

You take another step down the stairs, crying out internally, as it groaned beneath your weight. Surely enough compromising your position and alerting the intruder. Surr enough he waltzed right out of the kitchen. Standing in the frame in his black robe. The whole attire was frightening alone, white mask with soulless eyes, black robe and boots. Worst part was the weapon of choice, finding it to hard not to stare at the hunting knife clasped in his right hand. "Well, well, well." He coos with a tilt of his head. "Trying to run away from me, sweetheart?"

Don't answer. Do not answer the stranger, "N-No." Your shaking practically clinging to the wall.

"You lying, sweet thing?" He asks taking a step out of the doorframe, and you can't move. Glued to the wall out of fear, "Seems like you're trying to sneak down those stairs and out the back door."

He takes another step towards the stairs and you finally find the courage to move. You bolt back up the stairs and he's following quickly after you. "Get back here, sweetheart! You're making this much harder on yourself." He shouts enraged charging up the stairs after you.

"No! Leave me alone!" You shout padding down the hallway and towards your room, but he was fast. Catching up with you in an instant, gloved hands finding purchase at the ends of your hair pulling taut. A yelp rings through the halls as you fall back into the stranger, forearms instantly wrapping around you. "Let go! Get off!"

"Stop struggling, brat." You fight and claw against the intruder, tooth and nail to break away. When your elbow makes contact with his face and things fall still. It's quiet, deathly so, and he groans.

On the floor by your feet is the hollow white mask and you look back over your shoulder. Beneath the mask lays an all to familiar face of Steve Harrington.

"S-Steve?"

"Hello, Belle. Like my new look?" A scream tears its way through your throat and he chuckles a gloved hand coming to clamp down over your mouth. You struggle and fight against him as he drags you down the hall and towards your room, "Tough little thing aren't yah."

You part your lips just enough to use your teeth to bite his palm, hard enough to get him to let go. You fall down to the floor with a grunt and Steve huffs, holding his hand close to his chest dropping the knife. You quickly reach for it and wield the weapon against him hands shaking. Once he recovers he looks down at your shaking form nervously holding the knife against him. Steve chuckles looking down at you, "You're gonna regret that sweetheart."

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"She escaped." As the words left it him there was a bitter taste left on his tongue. Already able to feel Steve's hardened gaze through the phone.

"She fucking what?!" He hissed quietly. Anger coursing through him at the aforementioned phrase.

"E-Escaped, Stevie! She escaped and I-I can't find her! I only stepped out for a quick smoke, I swear and-and just left her locked up-"

"Eddie." Steve hissed voice shutting the boy up real quick. If it was one thing about Steve - his temper, unrelenting and unforgiving - Eddie knew he was fucked if he didn't work to fix it.

"Get in your dingy ass crack van and go find her!" Eddie flinched with each word before the line went dead. Deep down it encouraged him, a fire lit within Eddie. Wanting nothing more to please him and feel jus how forgiving Steve could be. Eddie wouldn't have it any other way. When he'd found you and brought you back then maybe Steve would be home to see just how bad of a girl you were. You'd be punished right then and there, snatching the keys off the mantle and storming outside.

You weren't sure how far you'd be able to manage running still clad in house-shoes, a thin white cardigan, and your pink tank-top. Still sporting pajama shorts, not the proper attire to be running out in the woods. What other choice was there? The woods behind the house weren't to thick and some sort of pathway the lead you away from the house. Seemingly cleared by hand. Most likely in order to make it - Drivable. "Shit." You whimpered slowing to a walk.

Chest heaving and legs burning. Maybe you could walk for a bit, surely if Eddie had figured out you'd taken off by now then he'd be chasing after you already. That's when you heard it - Black Sabbath and the engine purring loudly from behind in the distance. Freezing in place as it becomes closer slowly turning to look over your shoulder.

There Eddie's van sat sitting idly right behind you. He pops his head out the window and sends you one of those signature grins, the kind that bring out his dimples, "Gotcha!" The brunette calls out to you.

Watching as you eagerly take off in full sprint down the pathway, revving the engine behind you. Stumbling over the uprooted branches, leaves, twigs crunching beneath you. Sneaking another glance back at his van - But it wasn't moving.

Eddie plops back down in the seat humming along to Black Sabbath's Die Young. The music blasting from his radio, reaching over to turn it up then digging into his pocket to fish out a cigarette. Lighting the tip and tossing his lighter back onto the dash. Taking a quick hit blowing out a thick puff of smoke before tucking the stick into the corner of his mouth. He reaches over to the glovebox for the knife, rope, and gloves . A content sigh leaves his lips and he relaxes back into the seat. You wouldn't get far now and knowing something you don't. "Poor little thing." He huffs, "And you tried so hard too."

Sneaking one more glance back at his van, still unaware of the danger ahead. Then it happened all so suddenly. Your ankle caught across a small trigger, cuasing you to plummet down to the eart below you.

Eddie clambers out of the vehicle and goes to fetch you. He watches as you try to recover from the fall still reeling from the shock of it all. Your head throbbed, body sore, and legs stiff. Everything ached. "Good try, sweetheart." Eddie coos tucking the rope between his armpit and slipping on the gloves to reset the wire trap, before grabbing ahold of your wrists. Yanking them back and you along with it. He placed the handle of the blade between his teeth, going for the rope wrapping it tautly amongst your wrists. Then dropping you down to the ground a pained yelp leaving your lips, "You're in so much trouble, sweetheart. Especially when Stevie hears."

"N-No, don't tell 'em." You whine cheek pressed down against the earth as Eddie works the rope around your ankles, gloved fingers brushing alongst your heated skin.

"Got no choice baby." Eddie grunts dropping your trapped limbs and cutting the rest of the rope to set aside for later. Another whimper escaping you, but it awakened something between your legs, making you squirm. Eddie noticed. Oh he noticed. "Maybe you could skip out on Steve's punishment if you give me an apology for sneakin' out on me, baby." He offers fingers tracing over the exposed flesh off your upper thigh, again making you squirm and whine.

"Y-You promise, Eddie?" You whimper.

Eddie hums as his fingers come to grope your ass, a gasp escaping you at his actions. "Oh yeah, baby. I fuckin' promise."

"M'sorry for sneakin' out, Eddie." You hope to anything that was a good enough apology, but he only laughs. He reaches for the cigarette he was nursing and tossed it down. Stomping it out with his boot, as he huffed out one last cloud of smoke.

Eddie's boot nudged you on the side and you flop over onto your back with a huff. "Not that kind of apology, baby." He stares down at you and smirks, "You know better than that, pretty girl."

"E-Eddie, what if-"

"What, princess?"

"-- Someone sees?" He laughs removing his gloves and throwing them down to the ground beside him, shrugging off his jacket as well.

"Nobody's gonna come around here, baby. All the more time to spend with you." He growls flashing a sweet smile, before it's gone and your left with a hungry wolf. Eddie always was a greedy man. "But since you're not fighting me, cutie. I'll let you have your pick and Steve can finish you off later. Mouth or Pussy?" He shrugs. "Pick your poison."

You squirm in place on the ground floor and buck your hips up, "Please?"

"Not so fast, sweetheart." He tuts with a click of his tongue. "Let me hear you say it. Go on." Eddie urges with a wave of his hand.

You gulp down your nerves and shyly spread your legs for him, "F-Fuck me, please?" He groans as your sweet voice hooks him in.

Can't ever say 'No' to his girl when you beg like that. All sweet and innocent. Even sweeter with you tied up and no where to run - Fuck - his cock jumped behind the confines of his, all so suddenly tight jeans, "Shit, baby. Can't tell you, No. Not when you look like that." Eddie's hands fly down to his belt, metal buckle clinking along with the chains attached to waistline of his black jeans.

You let out a whine as his fingers work his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock, fingers going to wrap around his shaft pumping it to full hardness. Enjoying the way the cool air bit against his warmth. You stared at the swollen head angry and waiting, a small bead of pre-cum leaking from the head. It left you squirming as you watched him stroke himself quiet grunts passing his lips. Before brushing his thumb over the tip hips bucking against his own hand. "Can't wait to feel you around me, princess." He spares a glance down at you and despite the rope bounding your ankle spread your legs wider for him

"A-All yours, Daddy." Your sweet voice coos up to him, soft like butter, as he kneels down before you on the ground. Hands immediately finding their way to your waist. Eddie's fingers hook into the waistline of your shorts and panties slowly sliding them down your soft legs. His other hand has a tight grip on your hip as he guides himself inside, soft walls hugging, sucking him deeper inside. The hand on his hip now being used to hold himself up over you.

Eddie shudders at the feeling, so tight for him it was fucking unbelievable. Brown eyes focused on your face as it contorts in pleasure a gasp leaving your lips. His Adam's apple bobbing as a short grunt leaves his lips. “Fucking - Shit - Baby, you’ve got such a tight'n warmy pussy."

"God- Daddy -" You moan almost breathless enjoying how his cock fills you up, inch by inch and stretches you in the most pleasurable way. However, totally unaware of the approaching figure. Eddie takes his time pulling his hips back slowly in such an agonizing pace. His hips meeting yours, but he stops when in the corner of his eyes he spots a familiar pair of sneakers. He freezes head craning to turn back and see a very pissed Steve. Jaw clenched, eyes hardened, and brows knitting together in anger.

Your eyes were still shut, "Eddie move!" You whined squirming to slide down onto his cock and your eyes flutter open, a gasp leaves your lips as you spot Steve. Eddie's cock still nestled inside you.

"Fuckin' her behind my back?" Steve's arms were crossed over his chest biceps flexed as he flung one arm out to gesture to the pornographic scene before him. Something about those hazel eyes watching you getting impaled was exciting. Steve was pissed, but he was more so jealous.

Eddie grunts as he starts to pull out, "I-I'm sorry, Stevie. I'll ju-" Steve comes up behind him, not giving Eddie much time to react, as his calloused fingers curl into Eddie's thick locks. "Fuck her until neither of you can take it." He growls.

Eddie whimpers, "S-Steve I-"

"You fucking stupid, Munson?" Steve snarled hands curling together causing Eddie to moan.

"N-No, Sir." He's quick to respond.

"Good boy." Steve purrs shoving his head down and Eddie sighs blissfully. "Now give her the fucking she deserves."

Turning back to look back at you and Steve grins. "And you are gonna take him aren't you slut?" Eagerly nodding your head in agreement and Eddie groans. Starting at quick and comfortable rhythm, leaving your toes curling, eyes screwing shut, and lips parted as filthy lewd sounds fall from your lips.

"Y-Yes, Daddy!" You cry out eagerly, moans and pathetic short gasps leaving you.

"Dirty little girl." Steve grumbles watching as he watches Eddie's cock disappear into you. Eddie chuckles, "Look at how well she's taking you, Eddie." As soon as the words leave him, Eddie has picked up that sweet pace filling your walls to the brim. His head striking that absolutely serene spot leaving you absolutely dumb and seeing the stars in the sky. Eyes rolling up as his pace picks up, the sound of skin meeting skin accompanying the pornographic sounds hanging in the air. His fingers tightly wound at your hips nails biting into the supple curves, leaving marks behind as proof as he fucked you into the dirt. Steve enjoyed the show watching you helplessly take Eddie's cock and it was what you deserved.

“Ungh- Fuck -Shit, Daddy!” You cried out hands going to fist the He groans, thighs tensed, and shaking as your orgasm reached first.

"Fucking, tight - Steve - Fuck gunna fill you up." He has time admit before his cumming deep inside you, a warmth that floods your insides coating every last inch of your walls and one final strangled moan escapes him. Coating every part of you, flooding your little pussy full of him. Enjoying every moment spent inside you.

However, as he goes to pull out Steve steps in, "Keep going, Munson."

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"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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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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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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You were still to focused on the fact that he mentioned that Eddie had said 'he loved you', but it was shocking. Surely enough you and the young star had been close. Friends for the longest time and had closer since being in high school. Beauty and the Freak, shocking wasn't it? "He said that? Said he loved me? Really?"

Gareth chuckles, "Yeah, he did. Wouldn't shut up about you, actually." He was much surprised at the fact that you chose not to argue, but he was grateful you believed him. "We're performing at the hideout tonight, if you want to stop by-"

"Where is he now, Gare?" You ask with a bit to much eagerness that has the drummer's head spinning, but he gives in.

"He's at your old meeting spot. I'm assuming you know-" Gareth was cut off by the dial-tone and he nodded. "Yeah, she knows."

Eddie stares down into the old grooves of the wood. Many a day and night he spent at this table, dealing, selling, and making other usual bad decisions. Except the day when he met you..

November 1986

"It's gonna be 30 for half. No more and no less?" The jock, Barry asked nervously glancing down at the plastic baggie then up to Eddie's ringed fingers clasping the bag.

Barry sees Eddie grin from the corner of his peripheral, "Listen man, if you don't have the money then-" He cuts off Eddie with a scoff.

"Forget it, freak." He stands up from the rusty picnic table flipping him the bird and storming off away from the clearing. "Should've known he was a fucking freak.."

Eddie only sighed and stuffed his supply back into the black metal tin he was lugging around. He huffed, "So much for that sale." He reaches into his pocket to pull out his box of cigarettes, going to light one up when he heard something. He pushed the stick to the corner of his mouth and tucks the others back into his pocket. He cranes his head in the direction of the noise and smirks at the sight. From behind one of the trees the tip of a black flat peeks out from behind one of the tall trees.

"Gee, it must be crazy to be sitting out here all alone." Eddie goes to light his cigarette watching as the feet move out from behind the tall oaks. He takes a puff, exhaling the smoke out into the cool autumn air. When you come into view Eddie smirks, "Guess I am not crazy." He jokes.

You blush and approach the table, "H-How'd you know I was there?"

Eddie chuckles, "Saw those poking out from behind the tree." he points to your black flats and you sigh, plopping down on the opposite bench from him. "Didn't take the Queen Bee to be into drugs." He comments waving his hand around.

"Oh, I'm not.. I just.." You forget why you're there. He's just so casual it puts you in both a good mood and numbs you. "I came to see you. Purely you."

"Damn. Who gave me away?" He joked lightly and you smile watching him take another drag, before tossing the butt down and stomping it out.

"Gareth." You reply quickly.

"Good 'ol, Gareth." Eddie grins and you giggle finding it hard not to when he's smiling and paying all of his attention to you. "I like you, Belle, you intrigue me." You lean forward and grin, "Tell me more about yourself."

"You first." You reply.

November 1990

You approach the table the same way you did that very day. What you didn't know was that someone had followed you there. As you sit down Eddie looks up from the table. His hair is messy, eyes tired, and clothes rustled, "I'm sorry." You start.

"Belle, you were scared.. I'm not mad."

"But I am! At myself." You argue, "I let someone I love take the rap for murder, because I was scared myself! Eddie, that's cra-mm" His lips cut you off and you nearly melt. His lips are just as soft as you remember, soft and sweet, but tasting of smoke.

Steve watched from his spot behind the tree and he was burning with anger. Eddie loved you and you were returning that love. The years had changed nothing about your love for Eddie, not even murder could change those feelings and years of longing for him. When you pulled back Eddie sighed, "God, I missed you Eds."

"I missed you too." You respond almost breathlessly and Eddie chuckles.

"Well if you missed me so much, I expect to see you tonight at the Hideout." He retorted and you nodded reaching over to take his hands. Still clad with those chunky rings he liked to wear. Never changing was a major thing Eddie supported. Just be yourself.

"I promise, Eds. I'll be there."

"And so will I." Steve mumbled. Things were going to end there, Steve had ben fucked over just enough in his life. He was going to kill Eddie and put and end to it, you were his. You needed to know that.

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