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Just the Three of Us

Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson

Fandom: Stranger Things

AU: Soulmate

Summary: After crashlanding in the mystical magical world of the 1980s, you discover that you have not one, but two soulmates and they are determined to take the best care of you they possibly can.

Note: Takes place sometime after Season 4 I guess?? Everyone lives and is happy (even though we don’t have those answers yet lmao). Also, yes another Soulmate AU. So sorry, but I am trash. Consider this my apology for discontinuing Stranded lol.

Warnings: poly fluff, swearing

Word Count: 3.2k

Reader Is: Female

Holy fuck, did your head hurt. Your ears were ringing really loudly and everything was black. Add to the list your limbs felt like they were full of sand and you were not having a good time. After a long moment, the ringing began to subside enough to make out some (unfamiliar) voices, who seemed to be bickering above you somewhere.

“She needs to go to a hospital. Like, now.” One of the voices argued. “Look at her.”

“And tell them what, Steve, that she fell from the sky?” Another voice, this one younger, replied.

“I don’t know, man, I think Harrington’s right. She doesn’t look so good.” A third voice, this one a bit deeper than either of the others, said. “Add to that the fact that she fell from the fucking sky.”

You tried your best to lift your eyelids, but everything was so heavy. Too heavy to move.

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Promise pt.2

PAUL ATREIDES X READER

You were to remain on Arrakis to aid in destroying the Atreides family: a Bene Gesserit trained assassin working for the Harkonnen House. It shouldn't have been hard to kill The Duke Leto's son with your Crysknife, however, love can be messier than blood.

The summery orange sky cast long shadows against the wooden floor, the sun illuminating the sands and everything within the castle as it set across the Arrakis sky. It was warm and comforting, but a reminder of the scorching heat of the outside. Looking out to the distance from the corridor window, one could see the crevices left by the sandworms in their wake; the earth caving in where they had dug through.

Walking Paul through what was once the Harkonnen House, you noticed things about the place that you hadn't before now that you had time to walk around for yourself. For instance, the way the stained glass windows of the downstairs cathedral style rooms created patterns against the ceilings and made everything a rainbow color. Or the way your shoes made noises against the freshly polished wood of certain areas within the home whereas they didn't on the smooth stone. There was a slight breeze that filled the hallways and flew strands of Paul's hair out of his eyes and all around his face. His eyes were a piercing grey-blue with an intensity in them today that you haven't seen in a while. His chiseled features were set in a frown as he glanced about the hallway, looking in any direction other than the one you were in. It was irritating.

"Something on your mind, sir?" You asked the tall boy next to you, awaiting a response.

"I thought I mentioned that we could drop the formalities between us?" He said in a short and curt tone. What was with him today? What had put him in such an agitated mood since leaving the dining hall?

"Forgive me Paul." You said obviously starting to get firey with every word that managed to escape your lips. Why is he being such a..... What did he call it the other day again? Bitchass?

He let out a puff of air and the expression on his face calmed a little. "I apologize for the abruptness, I just came back from an interesting conversation with my father."

His father! You hadn't caught a glimpse of him since the Atreides family had moved in. Always busying himself with the plans to harvest the spice and to keep the Fremens at bay, he was almost invisible.

It was getting harder and harder to accomplish your mission.

"Your father..?" You asked, leaving the conversation open for him to add his own input. If he could give any clues as to where he was or something in regards to strategies the Duke Leto shared with him in private, you might just be able to carry through with the attack before anyone got suspicious.

He pushed a few strands of hair out of his eyes and stopped dead center of the hallway, giving you a clear notion that he wanted you to pause your tour. His fingers twitched at his side and his anxiousness was evident, even through the facade he put on in front of you. You wondered why he would be carefree and heartfelt one moment and then tense and stoic the next. Was he struggling with his duty of becoming heir to the throne? Had his father mentioned something so troubling that things had gone haywire?

"I found a Hunter-Seeker today. It was in my room this morning."

The air around you suddenly felt cold. The comfort of the sunlight was no longer within the corridor as a chill ran down your spine. That wasn't a part of the plan.

"A-a Hunter-Seeker? Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure since I was almost killed." He said with a matter-of-fact tone. So this is what was stressing him.

"Did you contact anyone outside of your intermediate family? Did you talk to the guards? What did Hawat have to say about the ordeal? Is your mother-"

"Ataraxia." He held you down in place sensing your worry. Something about the way he held his palms against your shoulders calmed you down. It was a comforting touch but it could also be deadly if anyone is to see the two of you like this. You are, after all, just supposed to be a servant.

He paused a moment before you looked up at him with fury in your eyes. This isn't how things were supposed to go. You weren't told of there being another assassination attempt for the Atreides family since this was supposed to be your reconciliation with the Harkonnens. This was your ultimate approval of trust.

Maybe you were taking too long.

"Ataraxia? Why do you look angrier than me? I was the one who almost died." He pondered aloud.

Your hand went to caress the hilt of your Crysknife within your pocket to calm yourself. You were letting too much information slip through the cracks by allowing yourself to be upset over this. Paul was right.

"Forgive me. I lost my sense of place."

"It's quite alright. There's no harm in delving into one's own thoughts." He smiled with a pained expression and made a movement to carry on towards the end of the hall. You followed suit.

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You pushed your face down into your pillow that night with an angry scowl and a menacing gaze. This was uncalled for. There was no one within the Harkonnen House that would be fit enough for your position; how could your uncle exile you to your home planet and force you to do his bidding without keeping promise of his reward? It made no sense as you were favored over Feyd-Rautha.

You turn over and stare at the ceiling above you. The maids quarters didn't have the skylight that your old room did; a place where you often found solace. It was impossible trying to sleep in the dingy and unkept room that you were expected to and instead you decided that you were angry enough to break the rules and be less cautious.

You were going to sneak back to your old room tonight.

The Atreides family hadn't used it yet to your knowledge. They had busied themselves with the other floors, being quick to set up offices and bedrooms and not having the time for much else. Hawat chose his own room and his training room on the far side of the House which left the upstairs basically uncharted. You would have to be quick throughout the halls as to not be seen, but once you had made it to the skylight room atop the roof, you would be fine for the night.

Slipping past the other sleeping maids, you made your way to the hall and slipped out the door. The night sky shone in through the many windows of the ancient building; the Arrakian moons almost as luminous as the sun. This moonlight allowed you to see as you slipped through the shadows and made your way to the staircase across from the Dining Hall. Being cautious of each step, you silently compiled yourself and your anxieties with sneaking out as you found the room with the only silver handle in the house. It had to be pushed inwards, not turned. You took a deep breath and allowed yourself to enter.

The skylight was the same as you remembered and as you'd figured, there was not a box in sight. The glass dome showed the stars and the moons of your beloved planet and the galaxies far beyond which were sure to be home to many other living creatures out there. You wondered what the extraterrestrials would be like and you shivered at the thought. Slimy and green you muttered to yourself and you laid on the floor, tilting your vision up to the sky.

"Slimy and green?"

You jolted backwards upon hearing another voice within the room. Twisting your body at a weird angle, you instinctively grab at the knife in it's holster and prepare yourself for a battle.

His brown hair was all curled in awkward places; a difference than it's usual contempt state. His lounge wear hugged his body in ways that were meant to provide utmost comfort, but it was clear that the set was too big for him. His eyes shone through the dark with their familiar friendly yet motivated gaze.

"Paul," you said, lowering your guard, "you scared me."

"My apologies, I promise you that it wasn't my intention." He smiled and positioned himself to lay next to you.

"What brings you up here? I figured everyone would be asleep." You asked. It was slightly annoying having to see him everywhere and never having any time to yourself. You always had to put up a front so that you would be able to carry out your duty in the end. It gets exhausting after a while.

"Should I be asking you the same thing?" He grins again and for a split second you could've sworn that he had made a suggestive look downwards. Just as quickly as his gaze was on you, it was back to the stars ahead and his eyes shone with the luminosity of it all.

"Right. I just- found this place the other day. Thought it would look cooler if I went to see it when the sun wasn't up." You lied straight to his face for what seemed like the millionth time that day. How many more lies would you have to tell?

"I come up here occasionally to watch the stars." He said, patting the space next to him to motion you towards the spot you were originally sitting in.

You calmed down and lowered yourself towards the ground next to the boy you were meant to kill. It felt odd knowing that you were playing a nice conversation with someone who would be bloody by your hands within the next couple of days if you played your cards right. You thought about carrying his beautiful head severed from his petite frame to Vladimir and receiving your reward for pleasing him. You thought about the way he would look next to both Jessica and Leto in the horrible graves of the bodies your uncle dumped when he was done profiting off of their murders. You thought about the smell of his ashes as he burned within the ground and joined the night sky that he looked at now.

And Paul thought of you. He'd hate to admit it, but you had taken over his mind lately. Fierce and opinionated, you were a force to be reckoned with. He hadn't met anyone his age nearly as interesting as they had all been too busy with that cursed Bene-Gesserit crap that he'd been forced to learn at such a young age. You were different.

And while you thought of his blood he thought of your lips. The way they would taste against his own and if you'd even like that. He thought of the way you outshone the stars and your intelligence of the cruelties of the world. Two kids forced to grow up too fast. He felt his chest make crazy palpitations; only something that happened when he was around the erratic Ataraxia. The mysterious girl who shrouded herself in the only darkness this planet had to offer. For once, Paul was thankful they had left Caladan.

You looked so beautiful with your hair sprawled out around you and your face tilted towards the glass above. The light brought out the angles of your face so that Paul could see you in a different way; he was used to seeing your skin kissed with the orange glow of the sun and now he could see the same you but with the silver of the moon. Paul wondered if the Fremen's spice dreams were of things just as beautiful.

The timing was almost so perfect you could feel it on your tongue. One hand on your knife, your mind ran crazy with the thoughts of finally being able to kill him. With a quick stab under the ribcage, he would be gone in moments. It would be too difficult of a wound to heal medically, and while he was gasping for air you could slit his throat. He was leaning into you and you were leaning into him. Two strikes would be all it took.

The timing was almost so perfect Paul could feel it on his tongue. One hand inching closer to yours, his mind ran crazy with the thoughts of finally being able to kiss you after thinking about it for so long. With a quick shift to his side, he could execute it fast and meaningfully as he hoped you would feel the same passion as him. It would be difficult to convince his parents to let you be with him and he knew he could be facing a lifetime of troubles if he really decided to be with you. There was just something so alluring about it that he couldn't help himself. You were leaning into him and he was leaning into you. One kiss would be all it took for him to know the truth. Was he in love?

One of you with the intent to kill and the other with the intent to love. Either way, it was a dance with death and the game the two of you were playing was dangerous.

Who's heart was going to break first?

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(AN: Part Three coming soon!!! This was a short chapter, but I've been busy with a lot of things and haven't had as much time to write. I didn't want to keep you guys waiting for the second part!! Thank you for reading 💛🦐)

Tags: @die-collective

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JOE KEERY as WALTER “KEYS” MCKEY Free Guy (2021) | Dir. Shawn Levy

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A Valiant End

The armored man slumped down, resting his back against the stone slab, he took off his helmet and wiped sweat off his brow. “I just need some rest,” he sighed, his side stung with dreadful pain. 

“It looks like you deserve it,” a man emerged from the treeline gesturing towards the bodies strewn about the area, “that was quite the battle.” The man was dressed in a well tailored black doublet, there were no fancy embroideries, but it was fine nonetheless. 

“I tried my best,” the knight chuckled lightly, “they were tougher than I thought.” The knight was still sweating, it wasn’t hot today, he shouldn’t be sweating. The man in black approached the hunched over knight. His black hair was short and slicked back, he stroked his well trimmed goatee. “My name is Evander,” the knight said with a quiver in his voice, “and who might you be?”

“I go by many names,” the man in black said with a strange calm, “but you may call me Dáinn if it please you.” 

“Odd name I must say my friend,” Evander said, “but who am I to judge.” Evander sat up and winced, that dreadful pain in his side grew. Dáinn stepped closer toward the exhausted knight, and for a second his image appeared to shift. Evander’s eyes widened as Dáinn briefly became a hooded thing in a large robe, he flickered back to the well kept man in black. I’m just seeing things, Evander thought, my brain playing tricks on me is all. Evander tried to rise, but the pain in his side caused him to cry out and slink back down. The knight looked down at his side and noticed the blotch of red growing under his chainmail. He placed his hand over that patch and held it there. “What are you doing out here friend,” Evander said shakily, “It’s not safe.”

“I am in no danger brave knight,” Dáinn said calmly, “you made sure of that.” The man in black was now standing next to Evander, he was tall, much taller than he had appeared. Dáinn let out a large sigh, Evander couldn’t tell what emotion the sigh carried, he was too focused on the wound he was grasping. “Does it hurt Evander,” Dáinn asked regretfully, “I am so sorry, I have no influence over the end.”

Evander looked up at the strange man, he was no longer the well kept man in black. Dáinn had become a tall man in a black hooded robe, in his hand was a large scythe, a tool made for reaping. Evander’s eyes widened as he grasped the severity of his situation, “You’re….”

“Yes, Evander.”

“So you mean I am…”

“Yes Evander,” the reaper said patiently. A chilling silence fell over the knight and the reaper, hours seemed to pass by.

“Well,” Evander said playfully, “I don’t suppose there is anything I can offer you to spare me?” 

“No no,” the reaper said with a dry tone, “as I said before, I have no influence over the end. I simply come to observe and collect.”

“Well,” Evander chuckled, “I always japed how death and I were close friends.” Evander winced once again, a sly smile crawled across his face.

“Ay Evander,” the reaper smiled as warmly as death could, “I would say we are friends.”

“May I ask you something, reaper?”

“Of course Evander.”

“Did I lead a good life? Was I a good man?” Tears began to well in the wounded knight's eyes. He had reached his end, he might as well get some answers. 

“That is not such an easy question my friend,” the reaper said introspectively, his image still flickering between the reaper and Dáinn.

“It depends on what you consider a good life. It depends on what you consider a good man,” the reaper paused and sighed, “I have been around for a very long time my friend. I have ferried many men, women, and sadly, children, across to the other side. I have seen great men rise and fall like the tide, and I have seen wicked men thrive and prosper. For many centuries, even I did not know how to measure the worth of one's life, but eventually I found a way that pleased me, and eased the minds of others.”

“And what was that, dear reaper,” Evander asked with great interest.

“Take you for example Evander,” the reaper said, “You have lived a long life, you have helped many people and changed many lives. If not for you, I wonder how many more souls I would have claimed this day” Evander thought about his wife, he thought about his children, a single tear rolled down his cheek as a smile spread across the knight's face.

“If not for you my friend,” the reaper said with a smile, “many would have died, and many would have suffered. You have achieved what many men desire, you lived a life of glory, and of joy. I am truly sad to have to collect you dear knight, it is not often that I feel this way. There are many that love you Evander, I hope that comes as some comfort.”

“Ay reaper,” Evander said through tears, “that is quite comforting.”

“I do not do this often Evander,” said the reaper, “but you have earned it. Is there anything you request? Any business you wish to resolve in the land of the living?”

Evander thought for a second, his mind wandered. What could he do with such a gift, he wondered. Not long after, Evander smiled, wiped a tear from his eye and had his answer.

“Could you please deliver my sword to my eldest son,” Evander said, “and please tell my wife how much I love her.  Thank her……thank her for everything.”

“Absolutely brave knight. You have earned that much at least.”

Evanders tears had stopped, his smile was ear to ear. “My dear reaper,” he said bravely, “I do believe I am ready now.” Evander looked out at the sunset one last time. After he had gotten his fill, he closed his eyes and welcomed his fate. The reaper reached down and placed his hand gently on the knight's shoulder. The last thing he thought of was how remarkably warm the touch of death truly was.

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Dustin: *sneaks into house at 2am*

Steve: *turns in swivel chair* care to tell me where you were?

Dustin: I was with... Uh... Eddie!

Eddie: *also turns in swivel chair*. Care to- *keeps spinning* Steve- I can't stop the chair-

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Doodles and Dates (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Artist! Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Eddie has fallen for the quiet girl he sits next to in class who’s always drawing.

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