Steddie And Other Stuff In Between oneshots \ smutshots

boy's don't cry

I have no more ideas so this gonna be shit

Tw:
Abuse? Fingering? Bro I forgot what it's called but I think its when you but your fingers in your pussy\ass or something like that- I can't remember bare with me.
Maybe other stuff but I can't think of anything.

Also this starts on Eddie's POV and when he's 14, lives with his birth parents, not his uncle yet

Eddie POV:
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“She's a whore” my mother said pointing to my sister “No, but you? you most definitely are, that damn weed must really be getting to your head, slut.” my sister replied getting up off the cold floor and leaving the room, I stayed silent, didn't want to get in their fight.

My mom walked out of the house, leaving the room empty beside me, the only objects in the living room being the small couch and the TV on top of a shelf.

I looked at the clock that was minutes away from falling and breaking, dreading it to hit 7pm, I could barely deal with my sister and mother, but him, my father, is so much worse, you step a inch out of line expect to see his fist threw one of the weak wooden doors and once he gets in, you hope that that pillow on the air mattress will keep you alive long enough until he's down from his high rage.

I got up and walked to my room, if you can even call it one, more like a deluxe trashcan, my room being the cleanest but yet me being the only one that gets in trouble for a unkempt room.

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I heard my dad come through the door, yet me hating his guts, I always ran to hug him the second he came home. I ran to him and jumped onto him, he allowed it but a second later pushed me off. “Your to old for that.” he said walking away, the train wreak that most call a mother standing in the bug infested kitchen.

My dad gave me a look that said for me to leave, so I did.

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I drew in the sketch book I finally found under the mess, hearing the normal arguments, my mom burst into my room.

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!” She screamed “I DIDN'T FUCKIN' WANT A CHILD, HOW DID I END UP WITH 2 UNGRATEFUL BRATS” she said throwing a glass bottle at me, she walked over to me grabbing the necklace I wore.

“if your ass didn't come along HE would have drove away and never been considered your stupid father and I would still be in a happy relationship with my ex boyfriend, but no, you started a argument the ended with us in stupid Hawkins, how the fuck did I let him take me away from the city I used to live in!?” my mom rambled, it only ending because on a big bang

I didn't ask to be here, I didn't control her getting pregnant, so how did I start the argument that let me end up here?

I walked out with my mom for the living room to be destroyed. The shelf thrown over and all the glass broken the tv broken everything messed up.

“EDWARD MUNSON” He said grabbing me by the hair “CLEAN THIS SHIT UP NOW!” He said throwing me down getting cut by multiple glass shards

I started cleaning, tears running down the side of my face, mixing with the blood that dripped down, adding more mess to the defaced room, I breathed heavy, my father kept a strong anger upon his sweat and red face, he always had animosity to me, just a peevish type of person in general.

“STOP WITH THAT DAMN CRYING!” he screamed “boys don't cry. Got it!?” he said, I nodded, “I said, GOT IT!?” he said “Yes sir..” I mumbled, “What?” he said having a harder grip on my shirt “Yes sir” I said, he dropped me after a brief moment.

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I looked down at myself, I lifted one of my legs putting a finger into my hole. I had an overly loud breath come out, I put my hand over my mouth, not wanting anyone to hear it, I moaned onto the skin pressed on my lips, it was frivolous how much effort i put forward for no one to know what i was doing really, to the fact that no one cares what I'm doing with my life.

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Time skip
AGE:
20?
I forgot how old Eddie is.

I jumped on Steve as he walked in the door, he fell over “I'm sorry- I'm way to old to be doing that crap anyway sorry.” I said getting up, if I was to old to be jumping on people at 14, I'm definitely way to old now.

“I don't care, come here” Steve said pulling me down and kissing me, I kissed back, on his soft red lips.

We got up and walked to our room, I tripped over, cutting my leg on the side of the wood bar on the stairs.

I felt tears fill my eye's, I wiped it away and continued to walk, not wanting to show it, “Are you ok, Love?” Steve said “ya Stevie, of course, it's just a little fall, so what?” I said, we been over it time and time again, he pulled me into his arms, sitting on the stairs

He's been working with me on the whole showing emotion crap. I was grateful for him being so kind with me.

I let myself cry over the stupid little cut, I got over it quickly, but it still felt good to cry a little, I kissed Steve and we finished going up the stairs.

We laid down after changing our clothes, Steve clung onto me, having his head in my chest, I held him back, kissing him until he fell asleep, I ended up falling asleep soon after he did.