#eddies mouth works faster than his brain

[mojowitchcraft]

Eddie coming into Scoops is my favourite flavour 🍦⚓️

[ultimate-shipper-blog]

Stupid little Steddie Halloween one-shot ❤️

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"We look stupid."

"No you look stupid dingus, I look hot."

"Why did Dustin have to have a Halloween party anyway? Isn't he still a baby? Doesn't he trick or treat?"

"He's 19 Steve."

"AND?!"

"Psh whatever. You just don't want to go cause you don't want to meet the people he's replaced you with."

"I do not! I have not been replaced. He's allowed to have other friends...as long as he knows who's #1."

Robin shoves him off the sidewalk as they approach the door.

"Men in Black was a good costume, it's easy, and we look good in suits."

"It's easy because it's dumb, besides, Halloween is stupid."

The front door opens and Steve's mouth goes dry. That's not Dustin.

"What?" Robin chuckles at him.

Steve falls to one knee.

"What!" Robin shrieks at him.

He turns his head in her direction but keeps his eyes on the stranger at the door.

"I take back what I said. Not stupid."

"What isn't stupid?" The beautiful stranger at the door is talking to him!

"Halloween," Robin states.

"Oh what are you supposed to be?"

Steve's mouth is faster than his brain.

"Your future husband."

Robin's mouth drops open.

The man at the door chuckles.

"That's why you're in a suit huh? And on one knee? Man am I lucky."

Steve's dark red.

"I'm anything you want me to be," His tone is so serious.

"Is that right, hmmm." He bends down and touches the collar of Steve's shirt. He frowns and Steve's heart plummets to his stomach.

"What's wrong?"

"Well I was hoping for boyfriend material but I think husband material might work out in the end," handsome stranger giggles at him.

"Oh my god marry me right now."

"Steve-"

"Not now Robin I must have him."

Robin sighs and leans across him, holding out her hand.

"Robin Buckley and you are?"

"Eddie Munson," handsome man replies. "I assume you're Steve?"

Steve blinks at him. Not a thought behind his eyes.

"Uh-huh"

"Okaaay big boy why don't we get you guys inside and get this party started. Then we can discuss your proposition." he turns around and walks inside slowly moving his hips hypnotically.

Steve gets up slowly and turns to Robin.

"Rob."

"Steve."

"I need him."

"Ok buddy let's go inside."

[munsonsmixtapes]

Eddie loves fingering you, with lots of soft sweet and gentle foreplay. Then it turns into absolutely being railed

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you smack it) choking

Eddie's got you sitting on the counter in your shared apartment. The two of you were supposed to making dinner, but he just couldn't resist that little set you have on. Those shorts makes your ass look so good and the shirt's making it so hard for him not to stare at your tits.

Your legs are spread wide and he's pumping his fingers in and out of your sopping wet cunt as delicious moans are pouring from your mouth. As much as he loves straight up fucking you, there's just something about using just his fingers that he loves. That he can make you come over and over with just a few pumps.

And tonight isn't any different. Your fingers are digging into his shoulders as he works, pumping as fast and hard as he can as pretty moans and whines leave your mouth. Dinner is in the oven so you don't have to think about it until the timer goes off. Not that you can think anyway with how Eddie is making your brain turn to mush.

"Always want to skip straight to dessert, don't you?" He asks as you moan again.

"So do you," you reply, absolutely breathless.

"Only because you taste so good." He presses a kiss to your lips, his tongue sliding between your lips so he can get another taste of your mouth.

"Need you," you whine against his lips and he pulls away, unsure of what you're talking about. Or maybe he isn't and he just wants you to say it. "Need your cock," you clarify and Eddie can't help but laugh.

"Always so needy, hm? Well, if you want it so bad, you're going to have to beg." He always does this so you know just how to get him to do what you ask.

You take his hand from your cunt and bring his fingers up to your mouth. While maintaining eye contact with him, you put them in your mouth and lick and suck your slick from them, making sure to be dramatic with it. You moan and whine as you lick his fingers clean, watching him reach for his crotch, desperate to unload.

You pull his now clean fingers from his mouth and he's quick to move you from the counter to island, pushing everything off it before laying you flat, taking off his own pants and boxers, taking no time to get inside.

He pins you down to the island as he fucks you hard and deep, eating up ever whine and moan. This is one of the only times you haven't used protection but neither of you care. Besides, you love how he feels without a barrier. It makes his rough thrusts that much more impactful and for the first time, you're taking all of him and you're loving it no matter how much it hurts.

One of his hands is gripping your hip hard as his other reaches up and grabs your throat, squeezing it tight. Your eyes widen but Eddie can see your pupils dilate as he tightens his grip, making it even harder for you to breathe.

"You really like being choked, don't you, you little freak?" He asks with a laugh. You can barely breathe, but you don't dare ask him to stop. It just feels too good. He's choking you even harder now as he pounds into you, watching you squirm underneath him, trying so hard to catch your breath.

Eddie lets up once he sees you really can't breathe, but he leaves his hand there just in case you want him to do it again. You're breathing deeply but you couldn't be happier, bucking your hips against his as hard as you can, trying to keep up with him.

You're close, he can see it. You're right there and just as you're about to come, there's a loud buzzing come from the over which makes Eddie pull out faster than ever. He doesn't even bother cleaning himself up as he pulls his pants up, not even buttoning them as he hurries over to the oven and pulls out the casserole you had put in and sets it on the counter before turning the over off completely.

Neither of you are hungry, though, only having an appetite for each other. Eddie makes a beeline for you and wordlessly throws you over his shoulder and takes you to the bedroom so you can finish what you started, the casserole completely abandoned.

[hawkinsbnbg]

Steve just wanted to cure his loneliness and Eddie might have the right remedy for him after all.

ao3

Steve knew he shouldn't use drugs to numb his loneliness. Good omegas weren't supposed to do that.

Then again, good omegas wouldn't be left alone in a big empty house by their parents.

So there was no reason why he shouldn't sit at the infamous picnic table and wait for the town's drug dealer.

Somehow, he had underestimated Eddie Munson's bargaining skill greatly. After fifteen minutes of negotiation, he had ended up letting the alpha eat him out as an exchange for drugs.

And goddamn did Eddie Munson have a way with his mouth.

That was why Steve had ignored his parents' lessons about being a respectable omega and allowed Eddie to taste his virgin pussy every time he sought the alpha out.

It escalated when Eddie asked to finger him one day. Steve had been reluctant at first, because ew who knew what those hands had touched.

But he conceded eventually since Eddie was the only dealer in town (that he trusted).

Turned out, the combination of Eddie's tongue and fingers could make Steve squirt.

To think he used to live a life where he wasn't given such mind-blowing orgasms before was unbelievable. Because he knew he couldn't return to those dull days where he only had his dildos anymore.

Since the first time Steve gushed on Eddie's bed, he started going to the alpha's place more often.

And gradually, instead of slipping him those baggies, Eddie began slipping more fingers inside him.

"Are you insane?" Steve whined as the alpha's thumb nudged at his entrance.

"Don't worry, Sweetheart," Eddie lapped at his cocklet to get him relaxed. "It's gonna feel good when I'm inside you."

Steve bit back his moan as he writhed beneath the alpha's firm hands.

He always got worked up with how casual Eddie talked about fucking him. Like those fingers were somehow a substitute for the alpha's cock.

It did weird things to Steve's poor horny brain and he had to stop himself from begging for the alpha's knot every time they met.

He knew Eddie would fuck him good, but he had to keep his virginity intact.

All of his thoughts evaporated when Eddie's entire hand finally slid inside him.

"Oh my god," Steve gasped and arched his back. His body shook minutely while his cunt leaked a puddle on the sheet beneath.

It was too much, having an entire hand inside him. He was stretched to the seams, breathless and lightheaded in a way that no drugs had ever made him feel before.

"Good?" Eddie twisted his fist slowly, dark eyes tracing Steve's face like a hawk's.

"I–" He inhaled sharply when Eddie grazed his sweet spot. "I wouldn't s– say that."

"Better than your dildos?" Eddie chuckled at Steve's teary glare. "It's pretty obvious to me, Princess."

"What obvious?" Steve couldn't help but bite the bait. Knowing Eddie, it must be something ridiculous again.

Instead of answering, the alpha scratched lightly at that spot on his inner wall, making him mewl and tremble in pleasure.

But the friction wasn't enough for him to come. It was frustrating.

Eddie continued tormenting him like that until he was loose enough for the fist to move faster.

Even in his wildest dream, Steve would never expect to be fucked by someone's hand.

But there he was, drooling and shaking as Eddie fisted his pussy.

It was when Steve was cross-eyed and on the edge of crashing that Eddie finally leaned over and whispered into his ear.

"You're such a slut, baby.”

And Steve was done for.

He rolled his eyes back and let out a high-pitched moan as he spasmed and gushed messily on the already stained sheet.

His cocklet joined in and squirted, coating his belly with watery opalescent fluid.

"That's it, Babydoll," Eddie nipped the tip of his ear, sounding just as wrecked as he felt. "Be a good girl and come for your alpha's knot."

Steve whined at that.

He had been craving for the alpha's cock since they started messing around. But he had to preserve his purity for his future mate.

And it wasn't like Eddie would want to be involved with him outside of their make-shift game anyway.

Steve was aware of the hard truth: he was good to play with, but never good enough to be kept around.

Those people who had left him made it clear how unlovable he was.

He whimpered when Eddie pulled out carefully and glanced away shyly when the alpha placed a soft kiss on his hipbone.

Steve never questioned that gesture. Never asked aloud why Eddie would always do it every time they finished.

Because he feared Eddie would stop doing so if he pried too much.

It didn't matter what Steve wanted to know, he just kept his mouth shut and tried to ignore his flustering heart, tried to swallow all those chirps and trills that always threatened to slip out of him.

But Steve found it hard to maintain his cool when every time without fail, a hand would come up to stroke the side of his face gently.

"Look at me, Sweetheart."

Right, Eddie had a habit of checking in once the alpha was done liquifying Steve's brain with those deft fingers and that clever tongue.

Eddie would insist on helping clean him up and then wrapping him in a soft quilt that smelled of sunlight and apples.

Steve would be given a mug of warm milk and allowed to hang around until he decided to go home.

Much to his embarrassment, he had cried the first time Eddie took care of him.

Although he had gotten better at accepting the alpha's gratuitous kindness these days, he wasn't exactly immune to it.

When Steve complied, he was met with warm brown eyes that always gazed at him with things he wasn't allowed to hope for. Warmth, kindness, and adoration.

He suddenly didn't want this to end.

So he wasn't one to be blamed for what he blurted out, "Do you want to fuck me?"

Eddie only gave him an amused look, "I thought that ship had sailed a long time ago when I asked to eat you out, Bambi."

Steve blushed at that. Yeah, he realized how stupid his question was. But still, he had to make sure.

"My heat will arrive next week," he licked his lips nervously. "So do you wanna–"

Before he could finish, Eddie was on him and crowded him against the headboard.

"You said your little virgin pussy is exclusive to your future mate," the alpha narrowed his eyes at him, wild and dangerous. "What changed your heart?"

"You," Steve hissed. "It's you, Munson. I want you to be my alpha."

Eddie grasped his jaw and murmured hoarsely. "Say that again."

"I want you to be my alpha," Steve bit out.

"Again."

"I want you to be my alpha."

"Again."

"I want you to be my alpha."

"Again."

"I love you!" Steve shouted at that stupidly handsome face. "Fuck you, Munson!"

"Attagirl," Eddie finally smiled at him, pleased and smug before capturing him in a fervent kiss.

When they parted, the alpha pulled Steve into his lap and peppered him with small kisses.

"Love you too, sweet baby," Eddie pecked at the tip of his nose. "Been crazy about you for years."

Bracing his hands on broad shoulders, Steve raised his brow hopefully, "So my heat..?"

Eddie's finger came up to tap lightly at his mating gland. "Let me dine and wine you first, Angel. And then, when your heat passes, I'm gonna court you and we'll talk about our future together."

"Didn't know you'd be the old-fashioned type," Steve said teasingly.

"I'm not," Eddie shook his head and looked at him fondly. "But you deserve all the good things in the world, pretty baby. And if it means I have to spend months courting you, then so be it."

Steve let out a chirp at that.

It was so sudden and unexpected that he didn't have time to react.

But Eddie's pleased grumble had stopped him from overthinking.

"I think I'd like you to court me," Steve met those loving eyes and smiled softly. "Alpha."

In response, Eddie only pulled him into a tender kiss.

It seemed Steve had become addicted, not to the drugs, but to something better.

He had become addicted to Eddie Munson.

And it might be the best thing that had ever happened to him.

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Microfic

March prompt: pin

Word count: 388

No warnings apply

Rated G

@steddiemicrofic

“Tammy Thompson,” Robin chokes out.

It’s quiet enough that, if Steve had a pin and dropped it, he wouldn’t just hear it hit the ground; he’d hear the slightest whisper as it parts the air.

“Oh,” he whispers dumbly, trying to process. Why would she- when he-

He realizes, distantly, that oh isn’t really an answer, and Robin would probably really appreciate the reassurance that he’s not going to hate her, so he blurts out, “But she sounds like a muppet!”

He immediately regrets it, then regrets it a little less when she laughs, half-offended. “She does not!”

“Does too!” He argues, and proceeds to demonstrate, warbling out an excerpt from Bonnie Tyler.

He ends up scooting under the stall divider because legs are still just a concept and he needs her to know something immediately, needs to see her face when he tells her. “I didn’t notice,” he says nonsensically, since the conversation has well and truly moved on at this point. At her furrowed brows, he clarifies, “I didn’t notice her looking at me.” He takes Robin’s hands in his, squeezes gently. “Because I was always looking at him.”

Robin’s a genius, so she gets it a lot faster than he did the first time around. Her eyes are saucer-wide as she gasps out, “Who?”

Steve bites his lip, feels oddly shy as he confesses. “Eddie Munson.”

Her jaw drops. “Munson? You’re telling me you were ragging on Tammy Thompson when you have a thing for Munson?”

“Yeah, and?” Steve argues back.

“He’s a total nerd! That’s, like, the opposite of you!”

“And?”

“And he stepped in my lunch!”

Steve opens his mouth, realizes he has no rebuttal, and shuts it. “Sorry?” He offers.

She snorts out a laugh and drops her head to his shoulder. “You are never allowed to tease me about my preference when you’re crushing on Eddie Munson.”

Since Steve’s brain only works about forty-eight percent of the time, he mindlessly blurts out, “I’m not crushing on him.”

“You’re not? You just can’t keep your eyes off of him? How’s that any different?”

Steve nibbles his lip again, mutters to himself, “I’m in for a hell of an apology,” then sighs and goes for it. “I’m not crushing on Eddie because I’m dating him.”

“Oh,” Robin says, and Steve laughs.

“Yeah. Oh.”

[ladykailitha]

Just having more thinkee thoughts about casually bisexual Steve and Eddie who doesn't have a filter on his mouth, ever. Mature 18+

So they're out at a bar and it's been awhile for Steve and he is just out for a one-night stand. He would like more, sure but tonight is about getting his dick wet.

Robin has already hit the dance floor with their friends, Nancy having managed to drag Jonathan with her.

Steve knocks on the table. "All right, time to find a pussy to put my dick in," he mutters to himself more than Eddie's who's the only one left at their table.

And without thinking Eddie blurts out, "Well if you ever wanted an ass to fuck, give me a call, sweetheart."

And Steve suddenly at Eddie's side faster than he can blink and slots himself between his spread legs.

"That a serious offer, Munson or are you fucking with me?"

Eddie half shrugs. "A little bit of fucking with you with huge dash of wanting you to fuck me."

Steve runs his tongue over his teeth as he thinks it over. "Hmm... if I'm honest I always assumed that if there was fucking you'd be the one giving, not taking."

Eddie just shrugs. "You're not going to hold it against me are ya?"

Steve grins, feral. "You'd like that, huh? Me holding you down, while I fucked you?"

Eddie's brain has completely whited out. Just static.

"I'd drag you to the bathroom," Steve purrs, "but I want to see you under me, hair splayed out on my pillow as fucked into you."

Eddie tries to get up so that they can do just that, but Steve puts his hand on his chest.

"Not so fast, rockstar," Steve says with a sly smile. "If we leave now, our friends would be upset since we just got here. So can you be a good boy for me and wait?"

Eddie gulps and nods. "How long?"

Steve checks his watch. "Is an hour okay?"

Eddie nods again, so Steve pulls his hand and drags him out on the dance floor. The music slows to a love song and Eddie thinks Steve's going to pull away, only he doesn't.

He pulls him closer and they're dancing cheek to cheek.

"I have to tell you," Steve says a little desperate, "if I take you home tonight, that's it--"

"Oh," Eddie says trying to pull away, trying not cry.

"It's you and me as a couple," Steve continues and Eddie just stares at him wide-eyed. "And if that's something you don't want, I'd rather we didn't do anything at all. Because if I got to taste you and not keep you I don't think I'd surv--"

He never finishes that sentence because Eddie is kissing him on the lips as firmly and sincerely as possible.

"Oh!" Steve says brightly. "So that's a yes to the boyfriend thing?"

"Yes, Stevie," Eddie says shaking his head fondly, "it's a yes to the boyfriend thing."

~

On the other side of the dance floor both Jonathan and Nancy are putting money in Robin's hands.

"Do you think it's just sex or..." Nancy asks.

Robin cackles. "Oh it's definitely sex, but it's a relationship all the way."

Nancy huffed. Not because she didn't believe her, she could see it with her eyes. But if it is a relationship--

They kiss and Nancy sighs, digging out another five dollars and handing it Robin.

"How did you know it would happen tonight?" Jonathan asked after handing Robin his own five dollars.

"Eddie has no filter especially two cocktails in," Robin explained, cocking her head to the side and half shrugging. "And Steve loves to bitch about not getting any lately. So you put the two together..." she smashed her hands together, "and you get at the very least, sex in the bathroom. But this is Steve, the most romantic bastard in all of Indiana if not the whole country, he'd only be willing to have sex with Eddie, if it led to more."

Jonathan and Nancy sighed. They really never should have bet against best friend knowledge.

~

Later that night when Steve has Eddie right where he wants him, he reaches out and strokes his cheek.

"You're sweet, Stevie," Eddie murmurs, "but if you don't start soon, I may explode!"

Steve laughs and gets to work fucking wildly into Eddie as they both starts spouting inanities and endearments.

Steve grabs Eddie's cock and works him in rhythm to his own thrusts, with Eddie tripping over his words as he holds on dear life.

After they've both come, and they've cleaned up, they'll lie next to each other on Steve's bed.

Eddie gets up on his elbow to look down at Steve, "So boyfriend privileges means shot gun right?"

Steve bursts out laughing. "Sorry, love," he says shaking his head. "Robin would murder us both."

Eddie cocks his head to the side and then nods. "Yeah, that's fair."

End ~

I don't usually write sub/bottom Eddie, because I picture Steve as a pillow princess all the way, but this wouldn't leave my head. Especially the fucking line. It was too good of a pun not to write, if I'm honest.

[riality-check]

More roadie shenanigans, keeping feedback from this post in mind! part 1, part 2

ao3

It’s before the second show, and they’re already fighting.

“You can’t chicken out,” Gareth says.

“I’m not gonna chicken out!”

“Good, because I’ll tell Wayne if you do,” Jeff says.

Eddie glares at him. “You’re an asshole.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Shut up and get out of here!” Archie says, pushing Eddie toward the tech booth. He complies, but not without another scathing look over his shoulder.

His friends laugh because of course they do. They’re assholes, but, luckily, they’re the same kind of asshole that Eddie is.

He straightens out his shoulders, breathes, and prepares to grovel.

Robin and Steve are setting up just like they were at the last venue. It looks like a mess of cables and boxes from Eddie’s perspective, but Steve and Robin work with ruthless efficiency, alternately talking and signing when their hands aren’t full.

“Um,” Eddie says. G-d, he’s never been this awkward in his life. But this matters, like, really matters to him, and he’s gotta do right.

Neither of them pay him any attention.

“Excuse me?” he says a little louder.

Robin turns around. When she sees him, her expression instantly sours.

“Hello?” she drawls, sounding bored out of her mind.

Steve turns around, too. When he sees Eddie, his face-

Well, Eddie isn’t sure what that expression is supposed to mean. If he had to guess, he’d say mild annoyance.

Mild annoyance shouldn’t look that hot.

“I just wanted to say again that I’m really sorry,” he says, making sure to talk clearly and loud enough to be understood. He’s not an idiot, he knows that shouting is rude, but he makes sure he can be heard over the general chaos of setting up for a new show. “It wasn’t any of my business, and even if I meant well, it’s not an excuse.”

Steve’s face softens a whole lot as Eddie stumbles through his apology, and then he reaches up to his ears to take out ear plugs.

Huh?

“Mind saying that again?” Steve says with a smile.

Eddie is. So confused.

But then Steve laughs. “You should see your face, dude. I got the gist. Apology accepted, we’re cool.”

Okay, that makes Eddie feel better. A lot better. But he’s still confused.

And his mouth always moves faster than his brain.

“Why are you- why do you have- what-”

Robin rolls her eyes fondly. “This idiot,” she says, pointing at Steve, “always tries to do the first show without the ear plugs he needs-”

“Not this shit again,” Steve mumbles.

“-because, as it turns out, your ears do a lot more than just hear. Like balance-”

“You’re one to talk about balance, Buckley,” Steve says, giving her a light shove. She nearly topples over if not for the fact that he immediately grabs her arm to steady her.

Eddie thinks he might know even less than he thought.

“I want to make it up to you,” he says, and Steve and Robin stop bickering.

“You don’t have to do that,” Steve says, and Robin elbows him.

“I want to,” Eddie insists. “What’s your favorite song? We’ll play it at the end of our set.”

Naïvely and terribly optimistically, Eddie hopes Steve might say something that’s already in their set list, or maybe another one of their songs.

From the way that Robin and Steve are looking at each other conspiratorially, he doesn’t think that’s the case.

“No,” Steve says, laughing and shaking his head.

Robin sneaks a glance at Eddie, smirks, and starts signing at Steve.

The only thing Eddie understands about the conversation as their hands move is their facial expressions: Robin with a smirk, and Steve trying desperately not to laugh.

He’s so cute. He gets this little crease on the side of his mouth that Eddie wants to smooth out with his thumb.

Slow the hell down, buddy.

“Fine,” Steve says, throwing his hands up in the air. He turns back to Eddie. “Pretty Fly.”

“Are you fucking kidding me,” Eddie blurts.

Steve’s eyes narrow. “Didn’t you just apologize to me?”

“Sorry,” Eddie says. “It’s just that my bassist and lead singer have been gunning for this song for, like, 6 months. Archie chomps at the bit for fun bass lines, and Jeff just thinks it’s funny as-”

“Slow down,” Steve interrupts.

Right. He talks too fast.

“I’ll play it, but it means caving to my asshole friends,” Eddie says.

Robin cackles. “Told you it was a good idea.”

“Yeah, I love a good bass line,” Steve says. His face is softer again, and Eddie thinks he loves that expression.

He checks his watch. “Soundcheck is soon, so I’m gonna head back. Sorry again.”

“Eddie,” Steve says, and oh.

Eddie loves how Steve says his name.

“We’re good, okay?” he continues, small smile on his face.

“Well,” Robin chimes in. “After the apology song you will be.”

Eddie laughs. He really likes her now that she’s warmed up to him.

“Noted,” he says.

He heads back with a final wave and ducks backstage, where the band is tuning their instruments.

“Well?” Gareth asks, tightening his snare.

Eddie grabs his guitar, closes his eyes, and sighs. “He wants us to play Pretty Fly as an apology.”

“Let’s fucking go!” Archie roars, and Jeff gives him a high five.

“No way-”

“Gareth, I know-”

“You dick-hungry traitor.”

“Hey!”

“The fucking Offspring, Eddie? Punk? Are you shitting me? Punk just because you want a shot with a hot guy?”

Archie starts plucking out the bass line. Gareth throws a drum stick at his head. Jeff beams it back at him and misses.

“It’s one time,” Eddie says.

“Unless your cute roadie likes it enough,” Jeff teases.

“He’s not my anything.”

“Not yet,” Archie adds.

“Not ever.”

“Fucking pessimist,” Jeff says.

A tiny crashing sound makes them all turn toward the drum set, where Gareth is lightly thumping his head into the hi-hat.

“I’m gonna have to do the backing vocals for Pretty Fly,” he mutters.

“Your fault for sounding like a pre-pubescent chihuahua.”

Gareth throws his other drumstick at Jeff. “I’m not begging you for shit.”

“Do it for the bit,” Archie says. “You love doing it for the bit.”

Gareth picks his head up. “I do love doing anything for the bit.”

“Soundcheck in five!” someone calls.

“Thank you five!” Eddie yells back. Shit, he’s gotta tune his guitar.

Soundcheck is a breeze, and, after that, the time flies. Before he knows it, they’re out onstage, playing their usual set list.

Eddie doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of this. The energy, the lights, the sounds, G-d, all of it. There’s nothing like being onstage and playing until his fingers hurt, nothing like joining in on the backup vocals, nothing like hearing the crowd roar with them.

It’s perfect. Touring is everything he dreamed of and more.

Eddie wants to do this for the rest of his life. They’re gonna headline one day, he knows it, but this is an amazing start.

What Eddie doesn’t want to do is talk, at Jeff’s request.

“Okay, okay,” he says, getting the crowd to quiet down. “We’ve got two more songs. The first one is one we’re playing because I fucked up.”

“And because he finally caved to us,” Jeff adds.

The crowd laughs, but it doesn’t feel mocking. Eddie laughs with them.

“So, Steve, consider this the final part of my apology-”

“And my peak embarrassment!” Gareth adds.

The crowd laughs again, and Eddie sighs, fondly long-suffering. “Let’s do it.”

The backing vocals are fucking embarrassing. Eddie’s with Gareth on that one. They suck, and he feels himself flush for reasons other than the heat.

But he imagines Steve smiling as he watches the show, and Archie is clearly having the best G-ddamn time on the bass, and Jeff is basically cackling his way through the song, so it’s worth it.

They get through it and then their closer without a hitch.

“We’re Corroded Coffin!” Jeff tells the crowd. “Y’all were amazing, so keep that energy up for the other opener and for the main act!”

The crowd roars, the lights black out, and they make their way backstage.

In the green room, on Eddie’s guitar case, is a note.

Apology more than accepted. Here’s my number in case you want to apologize again. Or maybe grab a coffee.

Text, don’t call. In case you haven’t noticed, my ears don’t work.

-Steve.

Eddie has never added a contact faster in his life.

I think I saw a 24 hour diner down the road. Hopefully they have good coffee.

Steve’s response is immediate.

Do you really think I care about the quality of the coffee?

You could be a coffee connoisseur for all I know, Eddie types back.

I don’t know a lot. Hence the date.

Date.

Woah.

Eddie tries to get his heart rate under control and text Steve back. He’s never been good at multitasking though, so by the time he’s able to formulate words again, the lights have gone down and the second opener is on. Steve’s working, and he shouldn’t be bothered.

Besides, Eddie should probably use the time between now and the end of the show to think before he speaks for once in his life.

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[capseycartwright]

simply having a wonderful christmastime (maybe)

Eddie's family were about to arrive for the first Christmas they were hosting in LA as as couple, and, well, Buck felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack so great it would be in the Guinness Book of World Records for the destruction it was liable to cause.

or - the buckley-diazes are hosting christmas for the first time, and buck is freaking out, a little. he has a good reason, he swears.

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for @winterofbuddie week two - family function.

Evan Buckley was not normally a nervous man. Okay – that was a blatant lie. He had his own fair share of anxieties – and Chimney would be the first to argue that Buck could be a bit of a nervous wreck – but Buck had never felt so nervous about meeting a partner’s family before. Especially a partner whose family he’d already met.

It was just that –

Well, he and Eddie hadn’t been together, when Buck had met Eddie’s parents, and his sisters, and it made a difference, whether you were just the regular old best friend and work colleague, or the romantic life partner. It was hard enough to impress the parents of the person you were dating on a good day, he was pretty sure Eddie’s parents were going to hate him when they found out that –

“I can hear you thinking,” Eddie hummed, careful hands placing the cookies Buck had cut out onto the baking sheet. Eddie wasn’t much of a baker, in all honesty, but he was a good helper, always hovering around the kitchen when Buck was baking to lend a hand, washing bowls, and spoons, and keeping a careful eye on the oven timer. Buck wasn’t good at keeping an eye on the oven timer. It was mostly the ADHD, but also partially the fact that Eddie would kiss him oh-so sweetly in the time the baked goods were in the oven, and Buck would lose track of time. 

“No, you can’t,” Buck bit back, petulant. 

Eddie didn’t seem phased. “I can,” he slid the baking sheet into the oven, pausing for a second to set a second timer on his phone. Eddie was a perfectionist about timing. “I speak fluent Evan Buckley, remember? I can just sense that your brain is working overtime right now.” 

“How can you possibly tell that?” Buck huffed, letting the spoon fall against the bowl he was furiously mixing with an almighty thwack. It was silly, really, to argue the point with Eddie, because of course no one in the entire world knew him the way Eddie did – Eddie knew everything about Buck, knew what every frown and hitch in his breath meant. But Buck was feeling grumpy, and stressed, and so he was going to argue the point. 

“You get a line, here, when you’re stressed,” Eddie pressed a thumb to the space between Buck’s eyebrows, making Buck go cross-eyed, a tiny smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he did so. “I can see it from miles away.”

“You’re so mean to me, and no one ever believes it,” Buck grumbled. Eddie was right. He did get a line. He was not, however, going to admit that Eddie was right. 

“Baby,” Eddie chided, and he was a bastard, truly, because nothing got Buck to melt faster than a sweet petname. Eddie knew what he was doing. He was an awful, clever, wonderful man. “Talk to me. What’s got you so stressed? It’s Christmas – you love Christmas!”

“I do love Christmas,” Buck admitted, because he really did. Even as a kid, when Christmas was a stiff, stilted affair, he loved the idea of it – Buck would curl up in bed, night after night, and watch every Christmas movie he could find on the TV his parents had allowed in his bedroom (not out of any great love, he was sure – it was to get Buck out from under their feet) and he’d dream of the life he might have one day, a Christmas tree dressed in sentimental ornaments, hot chocolate by an open fire, and a family of his own.

The Christmas tree in the Diaz-Buckley household was entirely dressed in sentimental ornaments, ones Christopher had made as a child that he was embarrassed of now, at fifteen; trinkets Buck had picked up over his years of travel; and ones they had bought this year, Buck and Eddie hand-in-hand as they browsed craft markets and Christmas stores in LA, adding to their already outrageous collection of Christmas decorations. Combining their Christmas decorations after Buck had moved in had been even more stressful than combining their closets. 

They lived in LA, so the open fire and hot chocolate thing was sort of a dead dream, but Buck did like to indulge in a hot chocolate – the good stuff, from that hipster chocolatier that Hen had given him as part of his Secret Santa gift – and he’d indulge himself even more, sometimes, and put on that Netflix show that’s just a fireplace on a loop, and just sit and watch it while he listened to cheesy Christmas jazz music on the record player Eddie pretended he hated, but was most likely to buy new vinyl for, and so that dream was ticked off. 

Buck had a family of his own. He had the 118, and their families, and a whole misshapen group of people in LA who loved him dearly, and he had Eddie, and Christopher. Eddie being away in El Paso had been hard, and last Christmas, Buck had moped on Maddie’s couch, and then he’d arguably gone a bit off the rails, in the weeks and months that came after, until Eddie had come home in the spring, Christopher in tow, and balance had been restored to the universe, and Buck had gotten himself very much back on the rails. 

It had taken them a while to get together, even then, but Buck didn’t mind that it had taken an extra few months and a lot of long conversations before Buck had kissed Eddie square on the mouth and they hadn’t looked back – not for a second – because they had been ready for it, when it finally happened, and it had been so fucking easy it still astounded Buck to this day. 

That was seven months ago, and Buck was so in love with Eddie he felt like he could burst with it at any moment. 

It was perfect.

Except – they were hosting Eddie’s family for Christmas (“I’m never spending Christmas in Texas again,” Eddie had grimaced, jaw set in a hard line, Buck remembering the teary phone call he’d gotten from his best friend after a long, hard Christmas Day with Christopher still barely speaking to him. “And anyway – it’s a good chance for them to meet you properly, as my boyfriend.”) and Buck felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack so great it would be in the Guinness Book of World Records for the destruction it was liable to cause. 

He was doing great, thanks for asking. 

“Buck?” Eddie’s brow was furrowed, concern etched into every line of his face as he looked at Buck, waiting for an answer. That’s when Buck realised that he had been uncharacteristically silent, entirely lost in thought. 

“I love Christmas,” Buck repeated. “I’m so excited to spend our first Christmas together – but I am kind of freaking out about your family coming, Eddie. Why am I freaking out more than you are? You seem terrifyingly calm.” 

Eddie snorted. “Buck, I already came out to my strict Catholic parents as gay – and they didn’t disown me. I’m not sure hosting Christmas is going to be scarier than that was. I sweated through my shirt that day, so I’m feeling like the only way is up, here.”

Buck suddenly felt incredibly sweaty himself. Maybe he should change. 

“Buck – the house is perfect. You’ve cleaned it so much this week I think you’ve scrubbed through layers of paint. The decorations are lovely, and the house is going to smell like freshly baked cookies when my family arrive,” Eddie listed. “There’s presents under the tree, and you’ve got a plan for cooking tomorrow so meticulous that I think Gordon Ramsey would be proud. Why are you so nervous?”

Because.

Because Buck wanted Eddie’s aforementioned strict Catholic parents to like him – and not like him as the best friend he’d been to Eddie for seven years now, but as Eddie’s partner, the person Eddie loved. He wanted Eddie’s sisters to like him and see that he’s the right person for Eddie to spend his life with. 

Because, because, because.

Because Buck loved Eddie, more than anything in the world, and he wanted Eddie’s family to see that.

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[anarcoqueer1994]

Never Have I Ever (Steddie Ficlet)

The older teens—Jonathan, Argyle, Nancy, Robin, Steve, and Eddie,-- had been hanging out drinking at Steve’s house. No one can remember whose idea it was, but they ended up playing “Never Have I Ever” with who ever being the one who has done it having to take a drink. It was fun, mostly dumb ones, like “Never have I ever been out of Indiana (excluding the Upside-Down) or “Never have I ever smoked weed.” It was one of Robin’s though, that nearly gave Eddie a heart attack.

She looked around the table, smirking, half tipsy. “Never have I ever slept with a guy.” She laughed. Eddie thought nothing of it. He figured she used this one to get as many people at the table to drink as possible. Eddie wasn’t surprised when Jonathan, Argyle (they are dating now, he thinks), and Nancy take a drink with him. What nearly causes him to choke on his own beer is seeing Steve also pick up his glass and take a sip.

His shock causes him to cough up his drink, and though his reaction may have been the most dramatic, but other than Robin, everyone else looked confused too. Steve was oblivious to the looks around the table though, only drunkenly turning to Robin saying “That’s not fair, dude. You knew you would be the only one not to drink.” He playfully complains. 

Eddie clears his throat, being the one to ask the question everyone was wondering. “Harrington, you slept with a guy?”

Steve looks around, first confused with the reaction, slowly realizing that everyone was looking at him. They weren’t judgmental, of course, just surprised. He looks awkwardly at Robin who just shrugs her shoulders, before he says. “Oops I guess I forgot to tell you guys. Kind of figured you all knew since we are all…you know…queer. “

Robin laughs at the absurdness of his statement. “Aww Steve, they thought you were our token straight.” She sticks out her tongue.

Eddie doesn’t know why but he kind of feels…jealous. When he thought Steve was straight, it was easy for him to just accept that Steve in unattainable, that he doesn’t like guys. But knowing he does…changes things. Steve was into dudes, and he is a dude. But now he feels like Steve is unattainable in a new way…he is out of his league. Steve can’t want Eddie, no matter how big of a stupid crush he has on him. That hurt more. He can’t explain why he said what he said next, maybe he is a masochist. But his mouth works faster than his brain. “Who?”

“What?” Steve scrunches his eyebrows together in confusion, a strand of hair falling across his forehead. Eddie hates that this makes him more attractive.

He wishes he could pull the word back in, he wishes it would have stayed trapped against his teeth, but it didn’t so he has to go with it. “Um…I mean who was the lucky guy that slept with King Steve?” He tries play it off as a joke, like he’s teasing but honestly part of him wants to know what Steve’s type is.

“Oh, um a few guys, I guess. The first one was Tommy. Before Nance and I dated, I used to hook up with Tommy and Carol sometimes. Most of the time it was the three of us, but I have been with both of them separately.” Steve goes red, realizing all the attention is on him now.

“You were like a …throuple with Tommy and Carol?” Nancy asks in disbelief.

“No, nothing like that!  What we did was just for fun. Those two were their own thing. “ He put his increasingly flushed face in his hands before continuing. “Let’s…uh move on from this embarrassing can of worms Robin has opened.

Everyone nods, but Eddie’s big mouth strikes again. “You said there was a few…”

“Eds, you really wanna know all the guys I slept with?” Steve raises his eyebrow, embarrassment going to amusement. He shoots Eddie a smirk before adding. “Why? You wanna be on that list?” He winks.

Shit. Eddie was too pushy. He doesn’t need to know. His face turns red. “Uh no. I’m sorry, I’m just being nosy. I’m sorry.” He repeats without his usual confidence. He continues to ramble apologies.

“Eddie…” Steve interrupts. “I’m just messing with you, man. It’s fine. I don’t have secrets with you guys. There were a few random hooks ups from the gay bar Robin, and I go to in Indianapolis, and um my senior year, I hooked up with one of the guys one the swim team. See no big secrets.” He laughs.

The tension Eddie was feeling dissipates with the sound of Steve’s laugh. Steve doesn’t care…Eddie is reading too much into this. “No big secrets.” He parrots back. And with that, they were back to the game, no one bringing up Steve’s “come out,” No mention of Eddie’s weird reaction, nothing that should make him nervous. But part of him swears he notices Steve staring him down more as the night goes on.

They end up all watching a movie, everyone passing out in the living room, half tipsy, and just feeling safe. Robin and Nancy are cuddled together on the couch while Jonathan and Argyle are tangled together on the love seat. Eddie had been on the chair and Steve was on the third cushion of the couch. They had been the only two still awake, neither very comfortable where they are. When the movie comes to an end, Steve whispers, “Eds…come on man. Let’s go upstairs.”

“up..stairs?” Eddie stutters out like some pathetic 13-year-old kid with a first crush. But he couldn’t help it. Was Steve asking his to go to bed with him? Maybe he wasn’t crazy. Maybe Steve was flirting with him earlier. Maybe he was staring.  

Eddie watches as Steve stands up, walks closer and holds out his hand, Eddie instinctively responds, taking the other man’s hand, letting him pull him up. “Yea, upstairs. That chair is not comfortable.”

“No, its not.” Eddie agrees as they head for the steps, still hand in hand. When they get to the top of the stairs though, Steve lets go. He starts leading Eddie to the opposite end of the hallway from his bedroom. When they stop in front of the door at the end, Eddie understands. He feels his heart drop as Steve opens the door to the guest room. “Finally have an excuse to use this thing.” He softly laughs, before turning away, saying over his shoulder “Night, Eds. Let me know if you need anything.”

All Eddie can do is nod lamely, as he steps into his room for the night. He closes the door before collapsing on the bed. His brain is on an emotional roller coaster. He feels stupid thinking that Steve Harrington, queer or not, would be into him. Before he can spiral into self-deprivation, he is pulled back to reality by a knock on the door.

When he opens it, there is Steve Harrington, now clad only in the tiny red shorts he sleeps in. It takes every thing in him to keep his brain from short circuiting. “Steve? What’s up?” He hopes he sounds casual.

“Eddie, why did you react that way earlier when you found out I like guys?” Steve cuts to the chase.

“I..I told you man, just surprised.” He tells a half lie.

“I know, I know. You said that but why did you want to know who?” Steve continues, gears obvious turning in his, trying make the connections he thinks he sees.

“I don’t know.” Eddie looks down at his own feet. Looking at Steve feels dangerous right now, Like Steve could see right through him.”

“Eds? You don’t know?” Steve asks skeptically.

“Yea I don’t know. I just asked. Making conversation, man” Eddie deflects, still looking down.

“I don’t believe you.” Steve says back plainly. Eddie was about to protest, insist Steve was wrong. But before he can, he feels a gentle hand under his chin, pushing his head upwards, so Steve can meet his eyes. He’s frozen as Steve smirks whispering, “I think you wanted to be on that list too.”

Eddie can feel his cheeks going red. Without thinking he replies, “I want to be the end of that list.” As soon as the words leave him mouth, he wishes he could pull them back in. “Oh god, I am so sorry. I don’t expect you to just settle with me or anything. I’m sure you have better.’

“No Eddie. I wouldn’t be settling.” He lets out a sign. “ I should have phrased this better. Eddie, I want you. And not just for sex. Like don’t get me wrong, that’s part of it. You’re so fucking hot. But you are so funny and smart and dorky and such a good friend. I’ve been into you for so long. So um, what do you think?” All confidence and charismatic attitude is gone.

“You like me?” Eddie sputters out.

“Oh my god! Yes, Eds. I do. I like you. Honestly, I think I love you and I don’t know how else to spell it out to you. I just don’t get it, Eds? What more…” Steve is cut off by the soft lips pressed again his. It takes him a moment to realize Eddie is kissing him but when he does, he finds himself kissing back. His hands tangle in Eddie’s hair while Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s waist.

When they finally pull apart, Eddie asks “So you wanna add me to that list?

“Yea, I do. Eventually. But for tonight I just want to cuddle with me…boyfriend?” He asks, worried he jumped the gun.

“Yea…I want to cuddle with my boyfriend, too.” He smiles, pulling Steve into the guestroom, closing the door behind them.

[stevesbipanic]

@steddielovemonth Day 6: Love is giving them space when they need it @lihhelsing

Steve and Eddie had many things in common, even before they started dating. They both loved the colour of the leaves in the fall, and grilled cheese on a rainy day. They both loved the kids of course but also loved getting to watch them grow up. They both prefer swimming at the quarry over the lake and dark chocolate in their cocoa.

The similarities grew when they got together. Both loving to curl up under the covers and lazy Sunday mornings swapping kisses. They both loved cooking together especially leaving leftovers for Wayne. They loved holding hands under the table at Hellfire and screaming lyrics on the drive home.

There were bad similarities too. Both stubborn when they've had a long day, and yell louder to make a point. They both ignore their problems in an effort to avoid fighting but usually make it worse. They both know where to make the other hurt, and have tongues faster than their brains.

But where the hardest struggles come from is learning to navigate their differences.

Steve was crying, and Eddie didn't know how to stop it. The word bullshit had tumbled out of his mouth too fast, cutting his own heart in two seeing the look on Steve's face. The slam of the bedroom door only made his chest ache more.

He knew Steve and he were different though. Where he would've liked to stew in his room after an argument until his breathing regulates and mind clears, Steve was different. There was time for space in their relationship. Times where Steve needed a quiet house after a noisy day at work. Time to spend alone with Robin and no-one else. Time for when he's frustrated and needs a minute outside by himself and a cigarette.

This wasn't the time for space. Eddie knew what space and a sad Steve leads to. It ends in a curled up form on one side of the bed, withdrawn and stuck in his head. It leaves a Steve feeling unloved and dejected like he did as a child. This Steve didn't need space, he needed reassurance.

He knocked, letting Steve know he hadn't left, that he was here. He heard the crack of a sob and decided that that was enough permission. "Stevie," he sighed, looking at his broken boy. He knelt down on the floor beside the curled up mess of blankets holding Steve. Steve looked back at his with glassy eyes and red cheeks.

"I shouldn't have said that."

"It's true though."

"No, love, it's not, I was just angry and not thinking, just like Nancy was. You're not bullshit, and I love you so much, so much that sometimes I worry I'm the bullshit one not deserving you."

"You're not bullshit." Steve peeked his fingers out of the blanket grazing Eddie's resting on the edge of the bed. Eddie tangled their fingers together. "Thank you for not leaving."

Eddie smiled sadly, "I know when you need time and space to think and when you're headed for getting trapped up there."

Steve pulled the other boy slowly into the bed, shuffling to make room, "I would've left though, if you needed it."

"I know, and I'd give you space if you needed it too, I said some shitty things too, I know you like leaving after we fight sometimes."

Eddie wound his arms around Steve's middle, pulling him into his chest, "I like when we're in the same space the most, knowing you're still here, you still care no matter how far away you are, that's what I need the most.

There would be more fights in their life, but as long as they understood their similarities and differences, letting themselves listen to themselves and each other's needs, they'd be ok.

[worth-the-chaos]

Adventures in Babysitting - Steve Harrington x female!reader - Chapter 12

Chapter Summary: The evil that you thought you had gotten rid of is still very much lurking within Hawkins. You, your boyfriend, and your friends race against time to try and find Eddie before it’s too late.

Content Warning: swearing, violence, knives and blood, jealous Steve

Word Count: 6.5k

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Your Saturday started out like any normal Saturday. Steve peppered soft kisses to your skin as you woke up from your comfortable slumber wrapped in his arms. You ate breakfast together and got ready before picking up Robin and making your way to Family Video. It had taken a significant amount of convincing to get Keith to let the three of you work together, considering there was really only enough work for two people to do, but he finally agreed to it since, in his own words, “Steve barely even counts.”

You all were reorganizing the shelves as Robin recounted her conversation with Vickie at the basketball game the night prior. “Then Vickie laughed. And it wasn’t like a cheap fake laugh either. It was like…it was a real, genuine laugh!”

“Of course she laughed, Rob. It’s my muppet joke. It’s hilarious,” Steve replied as he restocked the horror section. You rolled your eyes from your perch on the counter, glaring up at him as you stopped sorting out the returned movies.

“My point is that Vickie laughed, and everything was just like…it was perfect! But I’m having this problem where it’s like, I should stop talking. I have said everything I need to say, but then I guess I get nervous and the words keep spilling out, and it’s like my-my brain is moving faster than my mouth or…or rather my-my mouth is moving faster than my brain, and…and it’s like I’m digging this hole for myself, and I want to stop digging and I’m trying to stop digging, but I can’t, and I’m doing it right now, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, you are,” you responded, looking at her with a great deal of sympathy. You knew how she was feeling. You couldn’t even count the amount of times that you had rambled on and on to Steve about something so completely and utterly stupid because you didn’t know when to stop.

“Ugh, I’m hopeless,” Robin backed up against the wall, throwing her head back in exasperation.

“Robin! Don’t say that; you are not hopeless,” you scolded your best friend, “I mean, look. I was completely and utterly hopeless before Steve and I started dating…like if he hadn’t shown up and the planets hadn’t aligned, I’d be single as fuck right now, but everything that the two of us have, started with us just being friends. So, the fact that you’re talking to Vickie and she clearly at least likes you in that capacity is a really damn good sign.”

“I wouldn’t say you would be hopeless, I mean, guys are pretty much throwing themselves at you,” Steve mumbled under his breath, thinking back to how you had interacted with Eddie the night before. You had seemed so comfortable with him and he hated to admit it, but the two of you looked like you belonged together far more than you did with him. Eddie marched to the beat of his own drum. He dressed different, he acted different, he didn’t go with the crowd or hop on the bandwagon. You were exactly the same. Sometimes Steve worried that you would wake up and realize that he was way too stereotypical and boring for you and that you would leave him. He pushed the thought aside as you spoke up.

“What do you mean?” Before Steve could answer, Robin began rushing across the room.

“Oh! I think I found our morning movie!” She held up a copy of Doctor Zhivago.

“Ugh, you know I don’t do double VHS,” Steve groaned, shaking his head as he walked past the counter towards her. You stopped him, smacking him in the chest before he could try and take the tape away from Robin before you spoke up.

“We’d actually love to watch it Robin,” you smiled, your eyes still glaring at Steve. Robin jumped up and down a little bit before turning on the television to get it set up, but all of you paused when the news came on.

“We’re in the Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County. We don’t have a lot of details now, but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning. Police have not yet released the victim’s name…” the reported stated, detailing all the information that was known and released.

“Holy shit,” Steve whispered, his and Robin’s eyes transfixed on the screen. His voice sounded far away as your vision blurred with tears. You could barely breathe as you thought about the only two Hawkins High students you knew that lived there: Max and Eddie. If it was either of them, you weren’t sure what you would do. You weren’t sure how you would be able to live and move on.

You stumbled backwards, and you knocked over a pile of VHS tapes as you blindly grabbed for the edge of the counter, beginning to hyperventilate. Robin and Steve snapped out of the trance the news had put them in, as Steve’s head whipped around towards you just in time as you collapsed to the floor.

“Robin turn that off!” Steve yelled, and she grabbed for the remote, quickly silencing the news. You were in a heap on the floor sobbing, barely able to hear Steve as he quickly sat with you on the floor, rubbing big circles across your back to try and calm you down. “Shhhh, y/n. I’m right here, okay baby….I’m right here with you and I’m not going to go anywhere,” he whispered into your ear, kissing your temple as you cried.

After a while, you finally found the will to calm yourself down, and you had been the one to turn the TV back on. You wanted to know as much as you could. You wanted as much information as possible to rule out the possibility that it was either of your friends. Really the only additional information you got was that it was definitely murder and that the police hadn’t released the names of any suspects, which was a whole lot of nothing to go off of.

You were biting your nails, staring at the screen with furrowed brows, when suddenly the chime of the bell above the door rang out into the otherwise empty store. You jumped, turning around to see Dustin followed by Max Mayfield herself.

“Max!” You shouted as you hopped over the counter and pulled her into a bone crushing hug. She groaned, not expecting the sudden demonstration of how much you cared before she reciprocated.

“Hello to you too, I guess?”

“I’m just so glad you’re okay,” you breathed out, feeling a sense of relief flood your body, knowing that Max wasn’t the unnamed victim from the news. Max was struck by your words, not really even considering the fact that some of her friends may be led to believe that she had been killed based on the location of the murder.

“Are you guys seeing this?” Steve chimed in, pointing to the TV screen in the back corner of the room.

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin asked suddenly. You looked at him with confusion plastered across your face.

“Someone was just murdered,” Steve replied, annoyed that the boy could be asking about phones at a time like this.

Dustin just slammed his hands on the counter in response, causing you to jump again in your anxious state, before he repeated himself. “How many phones do you have?”

“Two…why?” You spoke up, furrowing your brow.

“Technically three, if you count Keith’s in the back,” Robin corrected you, a similar look flashing across her face.

“Three works,” Max spoke up, looking at Dustin. Dustin paused, looking at Steve and Robin behind the counter before throwing his backpack across and hopping it. You and Max were civilized, walking around the counter to join them while Steve protested.

“My tapes! Dude! What are you doing, man?!” Steve groaned. Dustin had a special talent for making things significantly more difficult for Steve…especially at his place of work.

“Setting up base of operations,” Dustin replied, typing into the computer.

You attempted to shove him to the side, away from your computer, but he swatted your hands away. You glared at him with the might of a thousand suns before hip checking him, causing him to stumble to the side. “What the fuck do you guys need our computer for?”

“To look up Eddie’s friends’ phone numbers,” Dustin retorted as if it was obvious.

“Oh Eddie, your new best friend you think is cooler than me because he plays your nerdy game,” Steve grumbled back, but you were only half paying attention as you made eye contact with Max. Clearly the two kids knew something that you didn’t and you were worried what that meant in conjunction with the shit you were hearing on the news.

“I never said that!” Dustin looked at Steve, and you rolled your eyes.

“Seriously, you guys, maybe on a Monday you can play around, but it’s Saturday. It’s our busiest day,” Robin spoke up, reorganizing the shit that Dustin had knocked off the counter.

“Robin, I totally empathize but this cannot wait,” Dustin sighed as he started writing on a clipboard.

“What because calling all of Eddie’s friends is an emergency?”

“Exactly!”

“Do you want me to strangle him or do you want to?” Steve asked you. The chuckle he was about to let out died in his throat when he saw the look on your face.

“I really think we should hear them out,” your voice was small when you replied. You all looked over at Max and she took a deep breath before she began talking.

“The victim…it’s Chrissy Cunningham,” she started, “I saw her body this morning when the police were leaving. The thing is, I saw her go in Eddie’s trailer and shortly after, my TV started going nuts and the lights started flickering like crazy, which isn’t really super out of the ordinary, my electricity is shit….but then I heard screaming and looked out the window and I saw Eddie leave and—and he looked scared. Like really scared.”

Steve reached for your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours before he spoke up. “So…Eddie killed Chrissy?”

“Steve! No, he fucking didn’t. That’s why we need the phones so that we can find out where he is so that we can prove that he’s innocent,” Dustin glared at your boyfriend, shoving him a bit.

“Just calm down,” you interjected, standing in between the boys. This was all a lot to unpack and you weren’t going to solve anything if they couldn’t stop bickering. When they both grumbled and crossed their arms, you moved around the counter, swiftly moving to the door and flipping the sign to indicate that the store was closed. “Just, you guys can use the phones, okay? But that’s it. We don’t do anything else until we have something solid to go off of. Do you understand?” You looked between Max and Dustin.

They both began to nod and you shook your head. “No, I need to hear you say it. I’m serious, someone was just killed and we are not putting our lives in jeopardy without some serious cause, okay?”

“Yes, we understand,” Max responded. Dustin spoke up in agreement, and you paused to look at them one more time before turning around.

“I’ll get Keith’s phone from the back. You all start making calls.”

You swiftly headed to the back, grabbing the third phone. You were turning around to leave when you about nearly jumped out of your skin, when you were met face to face with your boyfriend.

“Steve! You scared the shit out of me! Don’t fucking do that!” You put a hand on your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

“Y/n, I don’t have a good feeling about this. I mean, the most likely scenario is that Eddie killed that poor girl and now we’re actively trying to find him. He could be fucking dangerous, and I don’t want anything to happen to you, okay? So, let’s just stop all this bullshit before it’s too late,” he grabbed your hands, rubbing his thumbs along the backs of them as he looked you in the eyes. His brow was furrowed with worry, and you felt a pang in your chest. You knew you had to see this through, if not for Eddie, then for Dustin.

“Steve, I know Eddie. He wouldn’t do something like this. Trust me,” you told Steve, looking him in the eyes with so much conviction that he decided to let it go for now.

You brought the phone out and Hawkins’ Family Video soon became a bustling call center as you all took turns trying to get ahold of anyone who may possibly know where Eddie was. Name after name after name got crossed off your list as you found no answers, and you were beginning to feel hopeless when Max spoke up.

“Hey guys, I might have a lead,” she started, “apparently, Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there.”

“Alright, that sounds promising. So where does this Reefer Rick guy live?” Robin asked.

“See, that’s the thing. No one knows. He’s more of a…legend than someone that people actually know.”

“What about a last name?” You spoke up, attempting to find any additional piece of information that you could follow to find Eddie.

“I don’t know that either.”

“I bet the cops know the last name,” Steve spoke up. He hadn’t been super helpful in calling around, instead choosing to reorganize the store and do some light cleaning. He was reorganizing some tapes with his back to you all and he had said it so nonchalantly.

“What?” You questioned him, irritation settling in your tone.

“I said the cops probably know,” he shot back, “I mean, listen, if this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he’s been busted at some point. Means he’s in the system.”

“The cops? Really, Steve? That’s your suggestion?” Dustin asked incredulously.

“I just think at this point they should be filled in on what we know; what’s going on.”

“You think Eddie’s guilty, don’t you?” Dustin stepped forward, but you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder to settle him. You could hear the hurt in his voice and you wished that Steve hadn’t been the one to cause it, but then again, tensions were high with everything that was going on; like the implications of Max’s account of her electricity going haywire around the time that Chrissy would have died.

“Woah, woah, woah, I believe in innocent until proven guilty and all that constitutional shit…I just, you know….I just don’t think we can rule it out,” Steve spoke up, avoiding making eye contact with any of you as he messed with a Rubik’s cube on the counter.

“Steve!” You scolded him. Why can’t he just take a leap of faith and believe you guys?

“That’s precisely what we’re trying to do here, Steve,” Max spoke up, glaring at the boy.

“And maybe we’d have a little bit more luck if you spent less time reorganizing shit that doesn’t need reorganizing and more time trying to find Eddie,” Dustin chimed in.

“Hey, someone’s gotta make sure things are in order here. Do you see how many fucking movies we have? It can be overwhelming for the average customer,” Steve tried to defend himself.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head, as you darted over to the computer, typing away into the system. “What are you doing?” Max asked.

“Maybe we don’t need a last name,” you started as you pressed enter on the keyboard. “Twelve Ricks already have accounts here…now it’s just a matter of narrowing it down.”

***

After determining the Rick most likely to be the Reefer Rick, you waited until it got dark to go scope the place out. You decided that you’d be more inconspicuous at night, not wanting to draw any attention to yourselves while you tracked down a potential murder suspect.

You were all piled in Steve’s BMW as he pulled into the driveway of one Rick Lipton. You felt nerves settle in your stomach as you tried to take a deep breath, Dustin quickly getting out of the car and ringing the doorbell. No one answered and after Dustin pressed the button repeatedly, Steve put a hand on his shoulder to pull him away from the door.

“Okay. Well, that’s settled, I guess he’s not here,” Steve spoke up. This did nothing to stop Dustin from continuing to pound on the door, yelling for the boy to answer. So much for being inconspicuous, you thought as you walked around the side of the house. Your hands trembled a bit, being a tad anxious about being out here at night, when your flashlight finally caught sight of a boathouse on the lake.

“Hey guys?” You called out. Steve was quick to join you, followed by the rest of the gang as you cautiously approached the metal lined shed. There was no real signs of life in there as you entered, and it seemed just as abandoned as Rick’s house. “Hello? Is anyone home?” You shouted into the darkness as you took a hesitant step inside.

“What a dump,” Steve muttered, taking in the sight of all of the clutter. In his mind, there was no way in hell that Eddie was here, so though he was taking all of this seriously, he wasn’t too committed to really inspecting the place with great detail.

You grabbed an oar off of the wall, walking over to the small boat docked in the center of the room as you shoved at the tarps with it, not wanting to get close just in case something was awry.

“What are you doing?!” Dustin whisper-shouted at you, perplexed by your actions.

“He might be in there,” you answered simply.

“Then take the tarp off!”

“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off!” You whisper-shouted back at him, though when Dustin moved forward to do just that, you and Steve both yanked him back by his shoulders. You continued to poke at the tarp, and Steve placed a gentle but nervous hand on the small of your back, not wanting to stray too far from you.

Max suddenly spoke up from across the room, pointing her flashlight at some odds and ends on a small table. “Hey, guys. Someone was here.”

“Maybe he heard us? Got spooked and ran?” Robin suggested, joining Robin to inspect the items before her.

“Don’t worry. Y/n will get him with her oar…isn’t that right y/n?” Dustin spoke to you sarcastically. You were glad you had the self control to not swing it at the infuriating child beside you as Steve moved away from you to pull Dustin aside. He didn’t need the two of you arguing with each other. You two bickered like siblings and now wasn’t the time for a pseudo-familial spat.

“I know you think you’re being funny, Henderson,” you started, continuing to jab at the tarps, “but considering the fact that everyone in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight—“

Your words were cut off as a figure under the tarp sprung to life, grabbing you around the shoulders and pushing you against the wall. You heard the familiar flick of a pocket knife, feeling the sharp tip of the metal press against your throat. The boathouse erupted into a chorus of shrieks and screams, as you leaned your head back, unable to breathe as you stared wide-eyed at the boy you were tutoring for physics.

“Woah, woah, woah! Eddie! Eddie, stop!” Dustin shouted. He took a step closer and Eddie pushed you back farther into the wall, letting you all know that he wasn’t playing games. Steve felt like his whole world was crashing down around him. To Steve, Eddie’s actions confirmed that he was dangerous, that he had likely killed Chrissy, and that he was about to do the same thing to you. Steve’s mind was working double time trying to figure out how to get you away from the freak, as he started to take a huge step towards you when Robin roughly grabbed his arm, preventing him from getting any closer.

“Robin let go of me!” He shouted at her, trying to shake out of her grip.

“Steve,” she warned, and the way that she said it made him stop to reevaluate the situation, realizing the closer he got to you, the more he was putting your life in peril. A small cry escaped your lips as you tried to blink back tears, and Steve’s heart sank in his chest. He felt his hands trembling at his sides, wanting nothing more than to hold you and to tell you that everything was going to be okay, but watching as the knife threatened to break the skin of your neck, he wasn’t so sure he even believed the sentiment.

“It’s me, Dustin. This is y/n,” Dustin continued, gesturing to you, “she’s not going to hurt you, right, y/n?”

“Right, yeah,” you barely were able to whisper, the muscles in your neck all tensed as you tried to get as far away from the knife as possible. Your chest heaved as you swallowed and breathed out a shaky breath.

“Y/n, why don’t you drop the oar,” Dustin cautioned. You hadn’t even realized you were still holding it, barely even being able to feel the white knuckled grip you had on the handle. You willed your fingers to let go and as the oar crashed to the floor, the sudden sound caused Eddie to jump, leaning in farther and nicking your neck a bit in the process. You yelped in pain, and Steve started to freak out, unable to control his breathing. Robin continued to try and calm him down, but it wasn’t working super well.

“She’s cool, she’s cool!” Dustin reminded Eddie, still trying to talk him off of a cliff. Steve wished he had trusted his intuition earlier and kept you all far away from Eddie the freak Munson.

“I’m cool, man, I’m cool,” you spoke up, your voice shaky, “I’m helping you in Ms. O’Donell’s class, remember?”

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked, his eyes wild as he refused to let you go.

“We’re looking for you, we’re here to help,” Dustin spoke up, “Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band. This is my friend Max, the one who never wants to play D&D. And obviously that’s Steve; I know you know him because you hate him, okay? Eddie, we are on your side. I swear on my mother, right guys?” He looked to the three of your friends behind him who all desperately nodded in agreement.

“Yes, yes, we swear!” Robin agree.

“Yeah, on Dustin’s mother,” you squeaked out. Eddie looked at you and you could tell he was acting out of fear. You knew this wasn’t him. That still didn’t quell the fear in your own chest as you spoke up once more to whisper, “please.”

Eddie paused, his eyes searching yours to try and determine your intention. He knew that you were a good person. Hell, you’d been helping him through fucking physics which wasn’t exactly a cake walk. Seeing the terror across your face as you whimpered, however, was what finally broke Eddie, as he finally let you go.

You let out a small cry as the tears you had been attempting to blink back finally spilled down your face while you crumpled to the floor. Steve rushed to your side, sitting on the floor with you, not unlike he had earlier in Family Video when the news came on. Your hand clutched at your neck. Even though Eddie had only just slightly nicked you, your blood had dripped enough to stain the collar of your shirt, and began to seep through your fingers as you held pressure to the cut. It stung like a bitch, but you were more scared than hurt.

“Hey, hey, hey, let me see, okay baby? Can you do that for me?” Steve asked softly, as one of his hands wrapped around the nape of your neck and the other gently tugged on your wrist. You obliged, trembling fingers dropping from your neck as you shook in Steve’s arms.

He used the sleeve of his jacket to put pressure on the cut to attempt to get it to stop bleeding. You took several deep breaths, wiping the tears away from your face as you began to finally calm down. It helped that you knew that Eddie wouldn’t hurt you on purpose. In your mind, he wasn’t a threat in the slightest, just a boy that was scared and needed some comforting.

“Eddie, we just want to talk,” you heard Dustin’s voice ring out in the empty boathouse. Eddie looked like a mess as he sat in a heap on the floor, looking equal parts defeated and terrified. Dustin tried to take the knife away from him, but Eddie tightened his grip so Dustin relented.

“We just want to know what happened,” you breathed out, your voice still shaky as you continued to calm down.

“You won’t believe me,” Eddie sniffled. You moved out of Steve’s grasp despite his protests, putting a gentle hand on Eddie’s shoulder. He tensed up but soon relaxed into your touch.

“Try us,” you replied. Eddie wasn’t sure if it was the look on your face or the sincerity in your voice, but he decided in that moment that he could trust you guys.

He began by explaining that she was at his house so that he could sell to her, discussing how everything had been fine and normal…until it very much wasn’t.

“…her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, uh…and she just, like, hung there. And her bones…uh, she…her bones started to snap. Her eyes, man…it-it was like there was something inside her head pulling,” he whimpered with a faraway look in his eyes, “I…I-I didn’t know what to do, so I…I ran away…I-I left her there,” he scoffed, “you all think I’m crazy, right?”

“No, we don’t think you’re crazy,” Dustin began to assure him, but Eddie quickly cut him off.

“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds!”

You moved in between Eddie and Dustin, pushing Dusting behind you protectively. “Hey, we’re not bullshitting you,” you started, your tone leaning on frustrated, “we believe you and we’re probably the only people who fucking will, so I would suggest you find a way to calm down and shut the fuck up because what I’m about to tell you might be difficult to take.”

“Okay,” Eddie finally said. No one was really expecting you to be that blunt about things, but it needed to be said.

“You know how people say Hawkins is…cursed?” You started, trying to find the right words. Eddie nodded. “They’re not…way off. There’s another world; a world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours,” your hand subconsciously went to the cut on your neck, the bleeding having finally trickled to a stop.

“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie asked hesitantly.

“There are some things worse than ghosts,” Max spoke up quietly, and you felt a chill creep up your spine as she said it.

“These monsters from this other world,” Dustin continued, “we thought that they were gone, but they’ve come back before and that’s why we needed to find you.”

“If they’re back again, we need to know,” you emphasized.

“That night, did you see anything?” Robin questioned. You all waited with bated breath for Eddie’s answer. You were afraid of what he might say and Steve stepped forward and grabbed your hand, sensing your anxiety.

“No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh…touch,” Eddie responded, “you know, I tried to wake her man, but she couldn’t move. It was like she was…she was in a trance or something.”

“Or under a spell…Vecna’s curse,” Dustin whispered.

“Who’s Vecna?” Steve asked, pulling you into his chest. He needed something to hold onto.

“An undead creature of great power,” Dustin answered and you shuddered thinking about it. You had thought you got rid of whatever entity was calling the shots from the Upside Down, but maybe you were wrong.

Maybe everything that had happened before was merely the beginning.

***

You all had taken turns recounting the last two years worth of events to Eddie as he sat there in silence trying to take it all in. After everything that he had seen, he really had no choice but to believe you guys, glad that you were all on his side. You promised the boy that you would be back with supplies in the morning, swiftly piling back into Steve’s car.

“Hey, you know when we had that really sweet convertible and I had you drive it up that big ass hill so we could use my radio?” Dustin suddenly spoke up.

“Yeah?” Steve responded, not quite sure where the boy was going with this.

“Well, bad news is we’re gonna need to go use it again before we all go home because I have an idea, but good news is that it’s at my house now so that’s cool.”

Steve sighed and you all silently made your way to Dustin’s house. There wasn’t much to talk about. You tiptoed through his kitchen to avoid waking his mother as you all crept up to his bedroom. He started messing with all his radio equipment as you sat on his bed. While he was searching for the right frequency, Steve darted out of the bedroom and into the hall bathroom, opening the cabinet under the sink and rifling through it. He found what he was looking for and quietly slipped back into Dustin’s bedroom.

“Here,” he said as he sat down next to you. You looked at him confused until you saw that he had a first aid kit in his hands. He took out an alcohol wipe and started cleaning up the dried blood on your neck. You hissed when the wipe touched your cut, the alcohol burning as he disinfected it. He put some antibiotic ointment on a band aid and placed it gingerly over the cut. He noticed some of the hickies he had left on your neck the night before, quickly moving your hair to make them more inconspicuous. “There. All better.”

You couldn’t help but flush with how sweet Steve was being. Even if the world was undoubtedly ending, at least you knew that he was going to be there for you. You could tell that he was on edge, probably more so given how Eddie had reacted, and you just appreciated that he wasn’t overreacting…yet.

Suddenly, Dustin’s Cerebro came to life, and you heard the distinctive sound of police chatter over the radio as you were clued into what the Hawkins police department knew of Eddie’s involvement in Chrissy’s death. Unfortunately, though not released to the public yet, Eddie was prime suspect number one.

“Shit!” Dustin exclaimed. “Fuck!”

“Woah, woah, whoa, calm down Dustin. We’re gonna figure all of this out okay? Freaking out isn’t going to make any of this shit easier, so we might as well all stay calm,” your voice was remarkably even as you said it and it was starting to freak the rest of your friends out. Of everyone here, you should by all accounts be the most freaked out.

“Look, I don’t think that we should split up, given everything that’s going on,” Steve spoke. “My parents aren’t home, so how about everyone spends the night at my house? You can all call your parents and make arrangements when we get there.”

Everyone agreed with Steve, and you all made your way out to his car, Dustin leaving a note to let his mom know he would be gone before he left. “Y/n? Are you, like, okay?” Max asked hesitantly. Your mind flashed back to what it felt like to have a knife held up to your throat.

“I’m fine, Max. I promise,” you said, but it didn’t sound very convincing. You were honestly more worried about the kids. You thought about the fact that they were deprived a normal childhood, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty about it. You were the babysitter, you were supposed to be the one to make sure that they were okay and safe and happy.

Steve finally pulled into his driveway, leading everyone inside and showing them around. “You all can sleep wherever. There’s a guest bedroom upstairs or you could sleep in the family room. I don’t care,” he sighed, just ready to go to sleep. Everyone got comfortable, Max and Robin choosing to sleep on the couches and Dustin taking the guest bedroom. You and Steve went to his room and you collapsed onto his bed.

“This can’t be happening again,” you spoke up as exhaustion from the day’s events settled in your bones.

“Yeah, I can’t quite believe it either,” Steve said, flopping down on the bed next to you. “Y/n, you have to promise me something okay?”

“What?”

“That if this all gets to be too much again, we call it quits. We get the kids out, we get Robin out, we get the hell out.”

“Steve,” you looked at him, trying to read his expression, “I can’t make that promise.”

“Y/n, everything has been escalating. First it was just one demogorgon, then it was a fuck ton of demo-dogs, then it was Russians and a giant flesh monster…I don’t know how we can handle anything worse, I mean we barely handled everything last summer!” He exclaimed, shaking his head at you. You could tell he was getting more irate, anger seeping into his tone.

“Steve, we either do nothing and die when the whole fucking world ends, or we do something and maybe die trying, or better yet, we fix the fucking problem and never have to worry about it again,” you replied, sitting up, slightly irritated with his tone. He stood up, looking down at you with a furrowed brow as he continued.

“You’re not understanding, y/n. Look, someone died. Unexplainably, just up and died in the most gruesome fucking way. We don’t know anything about how it happened or why or if it will happen again, and I’ll be damned if it happens to one of us, okay. Just promise me.”

“Steve, I can’t, and you know I can’t.”

Steve scoffed, trying to find the right words. He felt anxiety creep up in his chest as he decided that now was as good a time as any to get really fucking real with you. “Y/n. I want a future with you. We can’t fucking have that if one of us is dead.”

“We can’t have a future if the world fucking ends either. I have a massive fucking headache and I just want to go to bed, okay?” You got up and began changing into pajamas, and you heard Steve sigh behind you. He remembered his pinky promise to you in the woods that you were in this together. If you couldn’t make a promise to him, the best he could do was uphold his.

“Fine. But I’m not gonna be able to live with myself if something happens to you,” he warned as he crawled into bed, scooting towards you to spoon you. It was odd how casually you two could have a conversation like this, about the end of the world and the possibility of losing each other at any given moment.

“Nothing is going to happen to me,” you replied, turning in his arms and placing a kiss to his chest. You willed the words to be true as you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

***

Dustin threw the door open to the boathouse and you rolled your eyes, knowing it would likely scare the shit out of Eddie. You seemed to be right as you heard him shout from across the room, finally making it into the shed to see him pressed up against the back wall, knife extended out in front of him.

“Delivery service,” Dustin smiled at his friend. You waved sheepishly at Eddie, hoping that he could find it in his heart to forgive you guys for nearly giving him a heart attack…twice.

You all moved to stand around the boat as Eddie sat down in it, tearing into a box of cereal and eating it as if he hadn’t had a meal in days…which to be fair he probably hadn’t.

“So we have some good news and some bad news. How do you prefer it?” Dustin cut to the chase.

“Bad news first, always,” Eddie spoke through a mouthful of food. Your nose scrunched up in disgust as you scanned the room, noticing similar expressions painted on Robin and Max’s faces.

“We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with Dustin’s Cerebro, and they’re definitely looking for you,” you quickly spoke up as you gave the boy a sympathetic look.

“Also, they’re uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy,” Dustin chimed in.

“Like, 100% kind of convinced,” Max agreed. You rolled your eyes. So much for breaking the news softly.

“And the good news?”

“Your name hasn’t gone public yet. But if we found out about you, it’s only a matter of time before others do too, and once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother will be gunning for you,” Robin spoke up.

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie clarified, his eyes staring off, unfocused.

“Exactly,” Robin breathed out.

“So before that happens, we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence,” Dustin outlined.

“That’s all, Dustin? That’s all?” Eddie fumed. Sure he loved the Henderson kid, but the boy got on his damn nerves like all the time, and this was one of those moments.

“Believe it or not, we’ve been through this kind of thing before…a few times actually,” you reassured Eddie, hoping that your words would calm his nerves but that was definitely a bit of a stretch.

“You’re telling me that you, Ms. 4.0, have been off fighting monsters while maintaining a perfect GPA?” Eddie asked in disbelief. “Bullshit.”

“I know, it’s pretty impressive,” Steve spoke up, throwing an arm around you, “we usually rely on this girl with super powers but, uh, those went bye-bye.”

“So we’re kind of in more of the brainstorming phase,” Robin spoke up and you all nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, you really have nothing to worry about,” Dustin reassured Eddie, but all of you knew that that was far from the truth. There was definitely a shit ton of stuff to worry about. Before Eddie could ask anymore questions, you all heard sirens wailing in the distance. He quickly covered up with the tarp as you all ran to the window, watching as several emergency vehicles passed right by Reefer Rick’s house.

A sinking feeling settled in your stomach as you concluded that there must be another body. You all raced to Steve’s car again, following the waling sound of sirens, afraid of what you’d find.

***

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Teenage Dreams (13 going on 30 AU) - part 4

Eddie Munson x reader

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You make your way to party at The Palace, where the music is blaring and people are already milling about with cocktails in hand, dancing and talking. A sea of glitzy party dresses and only slightly less-than formal dress shirts surround you. You reach out to take one of the small canapés off a nearby waiter as he swerves past you with his tray held aloft. 

Squeezing your way past bodies of sweaty dancers, you perk up when you spot Nancy leaning back against the bar

“Hey Nance!” You wave to her as you get closer. 

“Hey girly, I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to show up!” she smiles pulling you into a hug. “Get this girl a piña colada, please.” she orders to the bartender before turning back to you. 

“So what have you been up to?” you ask

“Ugh, I’ve desperately been trying to avoid Micheal. Y’know he’s already tried to grab my ass twice tonight?” she groans, rolling her eyes and taking a large sip of her drink. 

“There you two are!” Michael calls out as he strides his way over to where you and Nancy are. “It’s 11.00 and already people are leaving. This party is turning out to be a total disaster! I need you girls to fix it!” and with that he struts off with a huff.

“If we’re going to get through this evening, we’re going to need a little bit more liquid encouragement.” she grins before turning to the bartender. “Two shots of tequila please.”

The bartender pours you each a shot and Nancy is all too quick to slam the shot glass back, and then looks to you where you were waiting hesitantly with the small glass in-between your fingers.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Down the hatch.”

You flick the shot glass back, wincing when the alcohol burns your tongue. That shot definitely did not go down as smoothly as your piña colada.

Both you and Nancy go back to sipping your respective cocktails as you weave through the dwindling numbers of party-goers.

“Speaking of total disasters..” Nancy scoffs, nodding her head towards a woman wearing a form-fitting navy dress, with her platinum blonde hair styled into soft curls. “What on earth is she doing here?”  

“What? Who is it, Nance?”

“That’s Missy Harper, Diamond Magazine’s editor in chief, and she’s heading our way.”

Missy saunters over to you, her curls bouncing with every step.

“Hey girls, how are things going with your little magazine? I know it must be so hard living in Diamond Magazine’s shadow all the time.” she quips with a sneer as she sips her cocktail.

“Is that the best you can do, Missy, really? Are you really that desperate for a scoop that you had to scout out at our party?”

“Ooh fighting talk from Nancy Wheeler, I’m so scared.” Missy replies sarcastically. “You know, you might want to consider saving those witty remarks for your magazine, honey. It might be beneficial for you to just rename your whole magazine to something more fitting, like Poison, or Pitiful, whatever sounds more pathetic.” she finishes with a false smile.

You weren’t going to stand for that kind of slander, and with one more than enough liquid encouragement in your system, your mouth was working a lot faster than your brain.

“You are rude and mean and sloppy and frizzy and I don’t like you at all.” you say proudly, with a snappy edge to your voice.

“Well, luckily, I don’t care about being liked, I just care about winning.” and with that Missy was gone.

You move around the party for a little while longer, happily sticking by Nancy’s side.

“Uh-oh Nance, watch your ass, here comes trouble. Michael’s coming over.” you warn her, as you see your boss coming over to you.

“I thought I told you girls to fix this party? So why am I still seeing people running for the exit like there’s a fire on the dance floor.” Michael snips.

“Well maybe it’s the music?” you pipe up. “I mean, this isn’t anything to dance to. If you played something that people liked, then you might actually see people staying to enjoy the party.”

“You can play whatever music you want, as long as it gets what’s left of my party guests out on that dance floor.”

You totter over to the dj booth on wobbly legs, high-heels and slightly tipsy is not a good combo as it turns out, asking the dj very politely to play a very special request that would have everyone up and dancing in no time.

The sounds of Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’ soon start to pour out from the dj’s speakers. Thriller was still cool, right? God you hoped so, because it was the only song you could think of to liven up the party. Although your confidence in your song choice starts to waver as you look out to all the party-goers who are giving you confused expressions, Nancy and Micheal are both hiding their embarrassment behind their hands.

Well, you’ve only got one choice now. To commit to the bit.

Tentatively you step into the middle of the now empty dance floor, the bright lights shining down on you, and do the only dance that you knew off by heart. The Thriller dance that you and Eddie had spent so many times perfecting as kids. The moves coming back to you like muscle memory. A zombie-like twitch of the neck, hands waving above your head, a pop of the hips in time with the music.

You continue to dance, feeling more awkward as time goes by but then you spot your saving grace in the crowd of people. 

“Eddie!!” you call him over. “Dance with me!”

Everyone in the party turns to look at him, and suddenly his cheeks are flushing with a warm pink.

“Nu-uh, I don’t think so. I’m not doing this.” he vehemently refutes, but it’s too late. You’re rushing over to him and dragging by the hand to join you on the dance floor.

“Come on, just like when we were kids, remember?”

“Yeah, like 15 years ago! Come on, this is crazy!”

You start to dance to the music, and give Eddie those desperately pleading eyes that he used to fall for everytime, and soon he’s joining in with you. Following your every move, matching you step for step in the very familiar dance routine.

In a surprise turn of events, everyone else gets up to join you and Eddie on the dance floor, easily catching on to the iconic dance moves. Even managing to get both your uptight boss, Michael, and the less-than dance inclined, Nancy up on the floor. Gleeful screaming whoops, and laughs echo out amongst the music as the party livens up.

 Catching himself in the brightly coloured lights, Eddie stops when he sees your face, suddenly remembering where he was and what he was doing.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got to go.” 

“Eddie, wait!” but it’s too late, he’s pulling away from the crowd and leaving the party.

You’re catching up with Nancy, filing out from a classy bar after a few drinks after work.

As you step out onto the street your eyes land on the man who you had found in your apartment when you had first woken up as a thirty year-old woman. His tall stature illuminated underneath the warm street lights.

“Oh my god, it’s the naked dude from my apartment.” you gasp.

“Well I’m not surprised he was naked in your apartment, he is your boyfriend after all.” Nancy laughs.

“Hey, sweetcheeks!” the man smiles broadly as he makes his way over to you, placing a slightly too wet kiss to your cheek.

“Hey, you..too..” you cringe slyly trying to wipe away the sliver of slobber he left on your cheek. Just as you’re quietly wiping your cheek with the sleeve of your shirt you spot an all too familiar bounce of long dark curls.

“Hey Eddie!!” 

He turns around at the mention of his name, walking over to where you, Nancy and your boyfriend (if you could call him that?) were. You can’t help the confusion that falls across your face when you see a petite woman with soft strawberry blonde curls following behind him.

“So what are you doing here, Eddie?”

“Oh, I’m just out here doing some shopping with my…uh..fianceé.” Eddie says, draping his arm around the smaller woman. “Y/n, this is Chrissy.”

Chrissy extends a welcoming handshake to you.

“I’ve heard all about meeting his blast from the past, it was really sweet of you to stop by and say hello.” Chrissy smiles.

“If anyone’s the sweet one, it’s Eddie. I mean, I don’t know what i’d’ve done without him” you nod, looking down, not daring to look into Eddie’s soft brown eyes. “So, how did you two meet?”

“Oh, well I was just unwinding with a quick drink after work. I work as a cheerleading coach at a school just outside the city, and our eyes met across the bar.” Chrissy smiles as she recounts her first meeting with Eddie.

“Yeah I was packing up all the equipment after playing a small gig there, and we just got to talking.” Eddie explains.

“Actually, Edward, and I have been talking about finally getting away from the big city, maybe moving upstate to somewhere quiet.”

“You’re moving?” you say, not quite able to hide the little crack in your voice as you speak.

“Well, we haven’t really…we we’re just.. discussing it..” Eddie trails off. “Anyway, enough about me, what about you huh? Looks like things are going alright for you.” Eddie says nodding towards the man towering behind you.

“Oh yes, Eddie, this is my boyfriend…” you trail off, realising that you didn’t even know this guy’s name.

“Hey man, I’m Kurt Decker. It’s always nice to meet one of Y/n’s friends” he says, extending a hand  towards Eddie.

“It’s fine dude, you don’t have to be so humble about it, you’re like one of the best baseball players ever.” Eddie laughs as he shakes Kurt’s hand.

“Well, you know I always love to meet my fans.” Kurt laughs heartily. 

There’s an awkward silence that falls between the groups, 

“Well, uh..I guess we should probably get going.” Eddie says, pulling his leather jacket closer to his body. “It was nice to meet you guys.”

“It was nice meeting you too, man.” Kurt says with a pat on Eddie’s back.

And with that, Eddie walked off with Chrissy by his side, disappearing down the dark city streets.

“Hey Nance, you don’t mind if I steal my girl away from you for the rest of the night do you?” Kurt asks, draping his arm over your shoulder.

“Not at all, she’s all yours. I’ll see you guys later, enjoy your night.” Nancy winks, leaving you all alone with your boyfriend.

“So, babe, I was thinking I could take you back to my place and we could have a little fun together? How does that sound to you?” Kurt smirks, raising his eyebrows at you eagerly.

Yeah. That sounds like fun.

 You find yourself in Kurt’s apartment, abhorrently boyish in its decor, with dark stone-grey walls, matching dark leather furniture and baseball memorabilia littering the floating shelves on his wall. Everything about this space seemed nothing short of a bachelor pad, distinctly missing that delicate feminine touch.

“I just couldn’t wait any longer baby, I had to see you.” Kurt murmurs in your ear, placing sloppy open-mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulders as he comes up behind you.

You pull away from him to sit on the couch, but naturally he follows you to sit right beside you, his hand resting on the material of your dress covering your thigh as his lips continue to kiss upwards, pecking against your cheek.

You can’t help the giggle that slips from your lips as you try to gently push him away from you.

“Okay, okay, I know what you need” Kurt says as he gets up from the couch, and flicks the remote control to his stereo. “You’re in need of one of my very special, very raunchy strip teases.”

Oh no.

Kurt begins to slowly strip his clothes off, whilst swaying his hips to the seductive music pouring through the stereo.

No, no no. Where were you supposed to look? 

You try to avert your eyes as he peels off his t-shirt and flings it your way, quickly you flick it off  your lap with a yelp. Desperately you grab a cushion to hide behind, foolishly thinking that you would be safe behind there.

You carefully peek from behind the safety of your tightly clutched cushion only to see that Kurt is digging his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans, and beginning to tug them down his legs until the only thing he’s wearing is a pair of tighty-whities.

“No. No, you put that thing away right now” You cry, keeping your eyes anywhere but the scene in front of you.  

You fling the cushion in your hands at Kurt, quickly using that as your chance to flee. Grabbing your bag you make a dash for the door.

This wasn’t happening. No way.

As you make your way out of your apartment on your way to work, you run into Stacy, the young girl who lived in your apartment building.

“I’m telling you, Stacy, it was awful, he was just dancing around in his undies.” you grimace with a shudder.

“That’s boys for you, they’re all stupid.” she sighs. “The ones that you like, never like you back, and the ones who are left are all idiots.”

“Well, Stacy, you just have to fight for what you want. Always remember, love is a battlefield.” you tell her.

“Those are some really deep words.” Stacy nods along to your advice.

“And don’t you forget it. Have fun at school, Stace!”  you wave her goodbye from the passenger-side window of your car, and head off to whatever was waiting for you at work.

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As You Wish

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

summary: you and Eddie meet at Robin’s Halloween party and realize that you’re dressed up as a couple

based on this request!

Eddie was convinced that he didn’t believe in love at first sight, but the second you walked through the door to Robin’s apartment, he was beginning to think that his mind was changed.

You looked absolutely breathtaking in your Buttercup costume and he was realizing that you were the new friend that Robin had made at work. The one she had gabbed about endlessly, always wanting to make it clear to Eddie you were very pretty and very single.

That was always something that his friends told him and faster many failed dates, he had revoked all of their setting up privileges. But this time…this time maybe he’d let it slide.

He turned away from you when you approached the snack table where he and the other three in his group had been standing. He wanted to remain cool and mysterious even though he knew that he was nothing of the sort. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been chronically single.

“And who might you be?” You asked and Robin patted Eddie on the shoulder to let him know that you were speaking to him. He whipped around, knocking over the bowl of chips in front of him in the process and was grateful that a mask was covering most of his face because it hid his blush.

He was quick to drop to the floor to scoop the chips back into the bowl and was so focused on what he was doing that he hadn’t even been aware that anyone had been helping him until a hand brushed his.

Eddie looked up slowly to see your eyes looking into his, a warm smile on your lips. His gaze shifted to your hands to see m that they were full of chip crumbs that you were picking up from the floor and he was about to thank you, the words on the tip of his tongue, but you had somehow rendered the man who never shut up speechless.

“I-“ he started, but his mouth was now dry and he was suddenly very aware of how hot his costume was. Jesus, he really needed a glass of water.

“Yeah?” You asked, your voice so gentle and he appreciated that you were being so patient with him. A lot of women he had come across would have made fun of him, but you didn’t. You had even gone as far as helping him clean up the mess he had made.

“D-“ he cut himself off again, not entirely sure what he was trying to say. He was blowing his shot at getting a date without and he hadn’t even said anything yet.

You gathered the rest of the chips into the bowl and then stood, offering him your hand and he took it, letting you help to his feet.

“Well, look at that,” you smiled as you got the full view of his costume. “It seems we’ve somehow dressed up as a couple.” You let out a chuckle and Eddie swore it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

Your words finally registered in his brain and he looked down at his costume before looking at yours, seeing that the two of you actually did look like a couple and that made him feel even more sweaty than he was previously. What were you doing to him?

“Guess it’s fate,” you added with a wink and the man thought he was going to die right there.

“G-guess so,” he was finally able to get out and your smile widened at his agreement. Robin had told you that he was cute and she had been right, at least, you thought she had been even though you couldn’t see most of his face. And you thought his clumsiness was adorable. Most men you had come across had been cocky or way too confident so it was refreshing to see someone who wasn’t.

And his costume was impressive, so close to the one that Westley had worn in the movie and you wondered how much he paid to have it made. Surely something custom like that had to cost a pretty penny. Yours had just come from items you already had in your closet and you were lucky just how accurate everything looked.

“I really love your costume,” you complimented and you watched what you could see of Eddie’s cheeks turn bright pink. “Where did you get it?”

“I um-I made it,” he replied, stepping closer to the table to grab his bottle of beer that he had left sitting there. He took a sip, watching your face the entire time, gauging your face for any negative reaction. How many times had he told a girl that he made his own cosplay costumes only to be met by grimaces? It was all so exhausting to try to put on a facade, to pretend to be someone else and he was tired of it. That was why he had stopped putting himself out there, why he decided that it was better to be by himself.

But your face lit up as soon as the words left his mouth, fascination written all over it and the man swore he was dreaming for a second.

“You made this?” You asked, your beautiful smile getting even brighter. “That’s fucking awesome!” You were now grinning and Eddie resisted the urge to clean out his ears or make you repeat yourself.

“I did,” he nodded, your smile feeling infectious as one spread across his own lips. “I um-“ he cut himself off, but then thought he should continue, deciding that you were a safe space for him. “I make costumes all the time. I love to cosplay.”

Now you were beginning to understand why Robin was trying to set the two of you up. Not only had she probably (definitely) known that you two were going to coincidentally dress up as a couple, but she also knew that you both were into cosplay.

“Me too!”

“Now you’re just pulling my leg.”

“No, seriously, I’ll have to show you my photo album sometime.” Sometime as in…were you setting up a date?

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” you nodded. “Do you want to get a drink-oh-you already have one.” Eddie took another sip of his beer and realized that the bottle was in fact empty.

“Empty,” he held up the bottle and you nodded, feeling a shy smile appear on your cheeks that were starting to burn.

“Let’s go, then,” you held your hand out and Eddie took it without hesitation, letting you lead him into the kitchen for another drink.

“As you wish,” he responded with a smile as he looked down at your entwined fingers, subconsciously letting the pad of his thumb rub along your knuckles gently as he followed you, wondering what the hell he had done to deserve you.

You spent the rest of the night side by side on Robin’s couch, drinking and laughing with the rest of the group. And when the party came to a close and the two of you went down to where you had parked, you exchanged numbers, deciding that maybe Robin did know what she was talking about in regards to setting the two of you up.

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Now for ⚡(post-lightning strike love confession)

Normally Eddie wouldn't mind the quietness between him and Buck, he was the only person where silence actually felt comfortable and not forced. But sitting across from him at the bar, watching him take a greedy sip of his beer all while trying to show Eddie something on his phone, acting like this was just another night out, was like a rusty knife in Eddie's chest. Scratch that, his body stream was already poisoned by sepsis and he was in his final stage of dying. Because Buck died. Buck was legally dead for three minutes and seventeen seconds. Eddie knows because he counted every grueling one until they reached the hospital. And here he was, not even a month later, drinking a beer and laughing at animal fails on his phone. It felt surreal. And it seemed like the person who was processing Buck's death the best was, well, Buck. Or maybe it was the fact that Buck wasn't processing it that pissed him off. Not because he was angry at Buck for dying. But because Buck didn't realize how big of a shift it had caused in his best friend's feelings for him. Truth be told, Eddie had probably been in love with Buck since day one but didn't want to say anything, he didn't want Buck to be another failed romantic relationship. But seeing him hanging lifeless 65 feet above the ground, feeling his ribs crack underneath the pressure of his hands, counting every second till Buck's pulse was back, seeing him hooked up to a variety of life-saving machines, it had shifted something inside of him. He didn't want to risk carrying these feelings to his goddamn grave which in their line of work, could be their next shift. "Buck, can we please talk?" Eddie says, his index finger tracing circles on the bottleneck. Buck's entire face fell and Eddie suddenly realized how serious it sounded. And in a way, it is. No, not in a way. It is serious. Buck shifts a little uncomfortable, his healing ribs sending a shooting pain up to his sternum. "Yeah, of course. Always" Buck frowns as if he finds it weird that Eddie is asking for permission. "You died" Eddie states bluntly without breaking eye-contact with his bottle before he looks at Buck. "You were dead and now... you're here" He adds with a dry chuckle.

🚫(The insomnia fic)

A small smile tugs at the corner of Eddie's mouth as he sees Buck's name and picture on his phone. Incoming FaceTime video Eddie hits 'accept' probably a bit faster than his dignity would've let him a few weeks ago. But ever since that night when he was buried underneath a seemingly endless amount of mud, he didn't really care. Truth be told, he hadn't been able to care about anything other than Christopher's well-being and had let his own completely falter. He slept, at the most, three hours a night and it was constantly interrupted by his brain sending him back to the darkness, sending him back to his impending doom. "Hi" Buck grins from ear to ear at the other of the call and Eddie feels his heart skip a beat as he sees those pretty blue eyes beaming with interest. "Shouldn't you be in bed after the day we had today?" He questions. "Shouldn't you?", Eddie turns the question right back at Buck who chuckles and shakes his head, pointing an accusatory finger at Eddie. "Just wanted to check in" Buck admits, tilting his head a little. He would be lying if he said he wasn't concerned about Eddie. The man was disoriented, clumsy, weary, and sometimes even a bit aggressive. But even worse was the reactions that Buck saw on his face whenever they neared a space that they could barely fit through. Eddie started heaving for breath but pushed through anyway, only to disappear once he was out of the building. He had never seen Eddie scared before. Not like this. A sinking feeling spreads throughout Eddie's chest and he grits his teeth as he looks away from Buck. He knows he can't hide anything from that man. And one look is all it takes for him to start spilling like a fountain. "I'm good. Thanks for checking though" Eddie fixates his eyes on a blank spot on the wall behind his phone. "Are you in bed?" He changes the subject as he sees Buck's background changing out of the corner of his eye. "Yeah. And I'm not going to hang up on you anytime soon, Eds" Buck says as he props his phone up against the lamp on his nightstand. following Eddie's tired eyes. "Come on, man" Eddie sighs. But the worst is that he knows that it helps. Having Buck at the other end of the line helps. He has fallen asleep on the couch multiple times while being on the phone with him and they've never addressed it. But Buck makes him feel safe. Less alone. Less scared. Less uncomfortable. He makes him feel so many things and it's fucking terrifying. "Nah. If you want this call to end, you're gonna have to do it" Buck yawns, not covering his mouth as he does and it makes Eddie yawn as well. "It's all you now"

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[notasecrettelepath]

Very belated update! Some more therapy, some more pain, a lot of love and Shannon Diaz haunts the narrative for the last time.

Chapters: 15/21 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) [Slow Burn - Angst with a Happy Ending - Post Season 5]

Rating: M | Words: 126k right now.

Summary:

The chapter where Eddie has a sex dream and goes to therapy for 3.5k words. Maybe unrelated, maybe not so much. Eddie and Chris have a ‘take-care-of-Buck-day’, as the chronic pain in his leg flares up. Shannon haunts the narrative, but this time it's not Eddie's fault, as Buck edits a video of her for Christopher to remember her voice.

Longer Chapter Snippet:

Oh boy. Where does he even start.

Eddie Diaz is spiraling. This time, he hasn’t actively blown up his life yet… But Buck was set to go back to the station in very few weeks, so being physically close to him for 12 to 24 hours straight was an impending reality again. Which wasn’t weird, it was his safe space, actually. Except now, every time Eddie saw Buck, his mouth went dry and his hands went restless and Buck was hell-bent on getting back in shape after the lightning strike and he was posting all a-fucking-bout it on Instagram and he was walking around his house in gym clothes and Eddie just. Eddie felt like he wanted to enact violence upon the guy’s bones. Respectfully.

But he couldn’t say any of that. Actually, he was actively trying to not even think about that.

Because Eddie had been working on the notion that he might, yes, might, be starting to develop some deeper feelings for his best friend.

Maybe.

But he didn’t know what those feelings were yet, or where they came from. He was a man in his thirties. He’d never felt anything like that for— well, someone who’s not a woman. He didn’t really know he could. He wasn’t allowed to. And then he had a fight with Buck and Buck was struck by lightning and Eddie had gone through all stages of grief in faster-than-light speed while waiting for him to wake up. So that, like, didn’t feel super platonic.

Eddie was a smart man, he could admit to it now. 

Well. Not exactly admit to it. It was more like — Eddie’s brain couldn’t really deny it anymore, he had officially moved away from the denial stage of it all. But still, everything he said to Buck was true. He had no idea what those feelings were. Eddie knew he really fucking cared about Buck and loved him very much, you know, as a friend. Eddie knew that the possibility of losing Buck had torn him apart and mangled his insides. Eddie knew the image of Buck carrying Christopher to bed had been burned into his brain. Eddie could even accept that, when Buck had played guitar and sang for him, it turned his entire worldview upside down, because he wasn’t aware he could feel like that for someone other than— other than Shannon, honestly.

But then, two days after that, Eddie woke up from a very intense wet dream about— Well. You know who about. Eddie still isn’t in a place he can just, like. Think freely about it yet. He doesn’t know who can see inside his head, because maybe Bobby actually could, and he was a secret telepath this entire time and hadn’t told anyone about it, so Eddie can’t just like, think it, you know.

After the dream, he’d been so pent-up his entire shift that everyone noticed his weirdness. He definitely did not allow himself the privilege of release. And he felt like he was going insane. And Bobby kept throwing at him knowing glances. And well maybe he was a secret telepath, but it’s actually more probable he wasn’t, right? So Eddie couldn’t ask, right? Because that’d be crazy. And Eddie wasn’t crazy, he was just a lapsed catholic.

Well. All that meaning — Eddie is spiraling.

So, that’s what he says to Frank: “I think I’m spiraling.”

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Gymnastics/Olympics AU Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Eddie’s having an out of body experience. This absolutely cannot be real and happening to him. Just a few hours ago, he thought Steve hated his guts and wanted him kicked off the podium, and now here he is, stripped naked and waiting for all his wildest fantasies to come true. Being laid bare like this has Eddie’s heart racing, even more than the intense work out he put his body through earlier that night that landed him in third place in the all around. 

He doesn’t even know how he gets the words out, suggestive and coy in a way that’s unfamiliar to him. His frayed nerves can’t handle if Steve decides this is too far. If he backs away from him now, Eddie might never recover. Desire is surely evident on his face when he turns to look at Steve, his back cooling uncomfortably, missing the warmth of Steve’s hands, hips moving almost unconsciously into the mattress beneath him. 

It only takes one glance at Steve to know he’s just as affected. Standing to the side of the bed, his skin flushed, the pink hue not as evident on his tan skin, but still present, sinking tantalizingly down into his leo. Eyes following the movement of Eddie’s hips, chest heaving and cock straining the material confining his arousal. 

Having watched him for so many years on tv, he thought he had every inch of Steve memorized, but boy was he wrong. If he had known what was hiding under those shorts all those years, he probably would’ve been even more infatuated with Steve, if that was even possible. Eddie hasn’t had much experience, coming from backwoods Indiana, but it’s never been more crystal clear that he’s very, very gay than at this moment. 

Being surrounded by men in tight leos is enough to test his self control on a good day, but this is going to be burned into his memory for a long time to come. He’ll be lucky if he’s not popping boners out on the floor in a couple of days when the competition continues. Because Steve’s length is almost unbelievable. Jutting up and trapped beneath spandex, outlined in all its glory. A tiny wet spot where the tip rests.

It’s enough to have Eddie drooling, face smushed into the pillow, eyes raking over Steve’s form. But he moves just the wrong way, trying to get his hips at a better angle and it twinges something in his arm. A hiss of pain escapes him before he can stop it, and Steve’s climbing over him again before he has time to catch his breath, turning him over gently. 

“Are you ok?” Steve asks, worry wrinkling his forehead as he hovers over Eddie, straddling his hips, hand ghosting over Eddie’s injured shoulder.

He nods dumbly, not sure he’s capable of much beyond that. All thoughts leave his brain as he stares up at Steve, ignoring how his cock is leaking onto his stomach, ignoring how he can feel Steve’s balls pressing into his groin, even if there’s a thin layer of fabric between them. If it weren’t for the dull sting in his arm grounding him, he’d think he was asleep, a fantasy script he could only come up with in his wildest dreams.

But the pain brings him back. Steve’s soft words help him focus and answer the question. “Yeah, it uh- it just burns a bit. It’s tight, even after you worked me over.” 

The twitch of Steve’s lips tells him his wording wasn’t subtle, even if unintentional. His mouth always moves faster than his brain, and his cheeks heat with embarrassment. The intimacy of the moment catching up to him.

“Sounds like I need to keep working you over.” He smirks, leaning back on his heels and lining his dick up with Eddie’s. “We wouldn’t want you to be tight.” 

That first drag is like heaven, the circular wet spot on Steve’s leo moving along the length of his cock as Steve rolls his hips. Eddie squirms, trying to line them up perfectly, but Steve pushes lightly on his shoulders, pressing him into the sheets with a firm hand. 

“No.” Eddie stops moving, a sizzling sensation fissuring down his spine, his attention fully on the command. “Stay still and let me do all the work. We wouldn’t want to make your injury worse.” 

He nods slowly, feeling bereft when Steve climbs off him and rifles through his bag. He comes back with a little bottle of lube and one of the village issued condoms, brandishing it triumphantly upon the bed as he crawls back over Eddie.

“Are you always this prepared?” 

“I planned to take my frustration out on someone in the village by the end of the week. I had no idea it was going to be you.” 

“Frustration?”

“All I’ve been able to think about all week has been you,” Steve leans forward, brushes a stray hair from Eddie’s shoulder, trailing his fingertips across Eddie’s collar bone. “You wormed your way into my thoughts and I was convinced it was jealousy. I couldn’t stop watching you.” He keeps moving his hand down Eddie’s chest until he runs the back of a finger over one of Eddie’s nipples. “Turns out it was a little more than jealousy.” 

“I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen,” Eddie gasps out, unbidden and tugged from the depths of his stupid brain like Steve’s fingers are performing sorcery instead of grazing his nipples in a personal form of torture. He stays still, though, like Steve instructed. 

“That long, huh?” There’s a cocky smirk on Steve’s face, but his eyes give him away, searching Eddie’s face for a lie with wonder, twinkling a bit with amusement. His hands move away and trail back up to Eddie’s neck, cradling it between his hands, thumb rubbing a soothing line down his Adam’s apple. Steve’s gaze is glued to Eddie’s throat when it bobs under his touch, heady, like he wants to sink his teeth into the soft flesh under his fingertips.

“Not sure how long it would’ve taken me to figure out I was gay if I hadn’t seen you twisting around on tv to awaken me in the throes of puberty.”

“How are you this coherent, still?” Steve leans down and kisses him, and that does take all the thoughts right out of Eddie’s head.

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