#everyone groans and rolls their eyes but eddie is smiling the whole night

[aphrogeneias]

eddie wearing an ugly christmas sweater that says "i'm so good santa came twice" and you wearing a matching sweater that says, simply, "santa"

[eddiethebrave]

Steve, Steve, Steve

Eddie first noticed it when the kids joined Hellfire. 

When Steve wasn’t around, they sang his praises constantly. Seriously, it was always Steve says this, Steve did that, Steve thinks this, Steve, Steve, Steve. At one point, Eddie thought that if he had to hear the man’s name one more time he'd throw himself off the nearest bridge. 

Imagine Eddie’s surprise when one night, they were waiting outside with the little shrimps after Hellfire and Steve pulled up in his BMW. Immediately it’s, look who finally decided to show up, and did you forget how to read a clock, and, hilariously, it’s not like you had anything better to do. From Lucas, Mike, and Dustin, respectively. On a Friday night, mind you. 

Eddie was stunned into silence, he looked to the older members of Hellfire to see if they were seeing this only to find them lost in conversation. 

Eddie watched as Steve huffed, rolled his eyes, and rallied them all into the car, not without asking if they buckled themselves in only to be met with groans and eye-rolls and a yes, mom from one of them, but Eddie didn’t catch who it was. 

Eddie watched them drive away in disbelief. The guy was only like ten minutes late. That’s on time in Eddie’s book.

But Steve wasn’t his friend then so it was easy to brush off. It wasn’t his problem and wasn’t his business. 

And it’s not like he had a lot of data here, only a moment here and there whenever one of the kids needs a ride after Hellfire and Eddie waits for everyone to leave before heading back inside to collect his things. For all Eddie knows, the kids are lovely to Steve like they are when he’s not around. For all he knows, they aren’t. 

Maybe the man deserves it, he was a nightmare in school, after all. And who was Eddie to assume that Steve was bothered by it? He might be fine and he maybe dishes it out just as much.

It’s just.

Eddie and Steve are friends now and he can’t shake the feeling that Steve is affected by it more than he lets on. 

He was so surprised in the Upside Down when Eddie told him that Dustin said he was a badass. Eddie couldn’t help but ham it up a bit. So what if he knew Dustin would rather he not say anything? Eddie thought that after seeing Steve willingly throw himself in harm’s way to protect everyone over the last couple of days, he deserved to know people cared about him. 

Anyways. These days when someone makes a disdainful comment or a small dig at the man, Eddie can’t help but watch closely as Steve takes it, laughs it off, or makes a show out of being annoyed. 

Eddie needs to know if the words truly roll off his back or if he only makes it seem that way for everyone else’s benefit. 

Either way, Eddie tries to take the attention off of Steve as much as he can when it happens; defending the best he can without making it a whole thing, because he doubts Steve would appreciate that. 

He also does his best to compliment him subtly. He watches his reactions closely then, too. The small, pleased smile Steve sports afterward is more than worth it.

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[lovebugism]

I heard you’d like some requests, don’t mind if I do 👹 I could’ve sent 62 but I restrained myself:

*grumbling* "Some people are waaay too touchy."

if it inspires you, please!

emmy (upsidedownwithsteve) 🧡

@upsidedownwithsteve, my love! it was an honor to write for you! i hope you like it :D — eddie munson's a big, jealous grump at the bar (established relationship, fluff, 1.1k)

Eddie’s having a piss-poor night. His beer’s lukewarm, the music’s too loud, you’re too far away, and Steve Harrington hasn’t shut up in ten minutes. 

He could hardly stand the dumbass everyone used to call The King, but even less when he’s got a golden arm thrown over your shoulder. And, yeah, it’s all friendly or whatever, but that hardly quells the wildfire burning in his chest. “What right does he have to touch you like this? Fucking none,” grumbles the wild-haired boy’s inner conscience. 

But then again, no one does. Not even him.

“Think I should go buy her a drink?” Steve asks you over the blaring pop music. His honey eyes are pointed across the bar at a girl way out of his league. His slick mouth is far too close to your ear.

You roll your eyes. “I think you should be a gentleman and feel things out with her first—”

“Oh, I’m gonna feel things out with her, alright,” Steve scoffs, bringing the lip of the beer bottle to his mouth.

“—Before jumping into a one-night stand you only halfway recover from.”

The two of you turn to glare at each other, then. Gazes unwavering. Noses mere inches apart. Eddie makes a faint grumbly noise of protest about it, but the boyish sound of disgust goes unheard under the music.

But when I see you hanging about with anyone—

It’s not unusual to see me cry; I wanna die!

Someone’s been plugging the same goddamn Tom Jones song into the jukebox for six minutes now. Eddie feels like he might as well be in hell at this rate. It’d hurt less, he figures.

You and Steve seem to communicate telepathically until he inevitably caves first. He huffs until his puffed-out chest deflates, along with his stupid ego. He doesn’t know how you always seem to be right about everything. He fucking hates it, actually.

“Right. Whatever. I’m gonna go find Robin. She’s probably lost,” Steve deadpans with a sigh as he slides out from the booth. “Want anything?”

“Can you get me—”

“A spicy margarita?” he finishes for you — like he can read your fucking mind, Eddie grouses bitterly to himself. He hates that someone else knows you as well as he does.

You squint. “How’d you know?”

‘Cause it’s your favorite thing to drink after shots, Eddie answers in his head.

“Because we just had tequila shots. And you always want a spicy margarita after tequila shots,” Steve deadpans, then chuckles when your face scrunches. He pokes the very apple of your cheek and turns to the pouty boy across from you. “What about you, Eds? Want another beer while I’m up?”

Eddie shakes his head with a flat face, then takes a sip of his warm and hardly-sipped beer.

“Next round’s on you two, alright? I’m not your fucking boyfriend— you’re not getting free beers off me all night,” Steve chides lightheartedly before disappearing into the crowd. 

You only smile to yourself as he goes. You know he’ll buy the whole damn bar out if you ask him to. ‘Cause that’s what best friends are for and all. Especially when they’re rich.

A groan bubbles in Eddie’s throat when the upbeat song starts all over again. It’s not unusual to be loved by anyone! the man croons. He drops his head to his elbow and bellows an annoyed moan. His chestnut curls spread wild over his shoulders.

You hide your grin behind your fist. “What’s wrong, Eds?”

“Nothin’,” he monotones, face still hidden.

“You haven’t said a word in twenty minutes.”

“Well, Steve hasn’t shut up in about thirty, so…” he retorts and lifts his heavy head, faking a smile as he tilts his flushed cheek to his shoulder. “Getting you two idiots into a room is fuckin’ crazy, you know that, right? Neither of you knows when to stop talking.”

Your nose scrunches. “Well, that’s what usually happens when you have friends, Eddie. You have conversations.”

“You sayin’ I don’t have friends, sweetheart?” he questions with narrowed, chocolate eyes.

“No,” you answer, grinning all pretty. “I’m sayin’ you’re jealous for no reason.”

His face falls flat at having been found out so quickly. Though he figures he wasn’t exactly being discreet about the whole thing. He grumbles and shifts awkwardly in his seat, feeling too seen beneath your unwavering stare.

“Some people are just way too touchy,” he grouses with a boyish sneer on his features, trying desperately to hide his pout behind the amber bottle in his fist. He takes another sip of the lukewarm liquid and averts his gaze.

Your beam widens until it brightens the dim bar. “You’re the one sitting all the way over there, you loon,” you tell him with a soft giggle that squints the edges of your eyes.

Eddie perks at the invitation. His doe eyes flit from the sticky table to your twinkling eyes. He’s been waiting on the offer all night, too much of a coward to ask you himself, and it shows on his suddenly hopeful features.

You nod your head to the empty spot beside you. “Get over here before Steve comes back and starts yapping again.”

Eddie rises with a newfound life, rounding the table and sliding into the squeaky booth beside you. He clutches his beer with his left hand and throws his right around your shoulder. His arm rests over the back of the booth where Steve’s once was, holding you like he’s been dying to all night.

“Better?” you grin.

He nods wordlessly, wild curls tickling your jaw. He takes another sip to hide his quiet smile when you press your lips to the flushed apple of his cheek.

Steve returns then, with your spicy margarita in one hand and Robin’s wrist in the other. She stumbles in behind him and sways in place ahead of the table — freckled cheeks rosy, ocean eyes glassy.

“Have fun?” you wonder with a teasing lilt.

“I saw something shiny on the way back from the bathroom,” the brunette girl confesses in tiny slurs. “Then I get lost…”

You nod sympathetically. “We figured.”

Steve nudges her ahead of him until Robin gets the hint. She slinks gracelessly into the booth. The boy squints as he slides you your drink. “You’re in my seat,” he observes, as if it weren’t blatantly obvious.

Eddie shrugs. “…Yeah?”

“You could’ve just asked to switch,” he scoffs and slips in beside Robin.

“I was fine,” the wild-haired boy insists, then nods his head over to you. “She’s the one that wanted me to move.”

And even though that’s not exactly what happened, you nod anyway. “Yeah. I got too tired of sitting next to you, Stevie,” you tease the boy ahead of you. “Your cologne’s too strong— you smell like a fucking high school boys’ locker room.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you had a ton of experience in those back in the day, didn’t you?” Steve scoffs.

Your eyes narrow. “Dick.”

“Jesus,” Eddie grumbles like a storm cloud. “Stop flirting.”

[starkidmunson]

glitter & crimson (it has a title y'all!)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Nervous excitement has Steve out of his bed 25 minutes before his alarm goes off to wake him. It’s not unusual on game days. He gathers ingredients in the kitchen until he hears Robin’s alarm, and then he starts making both their breakfast smoothies.

She fumbles down the hallway a few moments later with her eyes still closed, takes the cup from him, and sits in the middle of their living room floor.

“Pilates today? Or did you get a workout in at the show last night?” She asks after a few sips, and Steve joins her near their mats.

“It’s a tradition, can’t go changing shit now.” He teases, laughing as she throws her head back with a tired groan. Then she’s hauling herself to her bedroom to grab a hoodie.

They exercise on the balcony, like always, but keep it light. Steve tries to get plenty of stretching in on game days, making sure he’s loose and limber before he hits the ice. After about 30 minutes, Robin’s teeth are chattering in the cool morning air, so he calls it, and they head back inside. He gathers his gear while Robin showers, and then they make their way to United.

Steve heads to the locker room to gear up, manages to finish a whole bottle of water before he hits the rink. He takes a few slow laps around the rink as the rest of the team starts to roll in, runs through a few drills on his own before team practice starts.

They keep things minimal on game days; sprints and passes, shots on goal. Steve does a final lap backwards around the rink, before clearing off to the locker room to finish putting on his uniform while the other team takes the ice for their own practice. 

As he refills his water bottle, he gets whacked in the shin with the body of a hockey stick. He watches it happen, feels an echo of the impact on his shin guard, before turning to raise an eyebrow at Max.

“Hello to you, too.” He says through a little smile. She rolls her eyes, but smiles back at him.

“They’re here.” She says, in an ominous tone, despite her smile. “You guys seemed to hit it off last night, I’m glad you didn’t scare him away with your weirdness.” 

“I’m not weird, you guys are weird.” He mumbles back, kicking the stick from her hand but catching it before it hits the ground. “Last night was fun. I just hope he doesn’t hate the game as much as I think he’s going to.”

“Awfully concerned about him having a good time.” She leans in closer to him to tease, and while he feels his ears get hot, he shoves the hockey stick back into her arms and walks back toward his locker. “Dustin is working in the AV booth tonight, so be prepared for a lot of Eddie on the big screen.”

“You overestimate how much attention I pay to the overhead.” He replies, rolling his eyes and taking a big gulp of water. 

He hadn’t exactly considered the consequences of Eddie actually coming to the game. He was bound to draw a lot of attention, but what would that turn into? Steve had, smartly, elected to stay off the internet after he’d gotten home last night, and he hadn’t bothered to check social media before coming in. He was sure there were pictures and videos of him at the show floating around, insinuating things beyond what they actually meant. He was just as sure that there was at least one person who had taken to their feeds to report that Eddie and Steve had hung out after the show; never mind the fact that everyone else was there. Never mind the fact that they weren’t alone. 

Except they had spent most of the night alone. Other than a few interruptions, their time at Fatpour had mostly consisted of Eddie and Steve sitting at a high-top table close to the bar, munching on snacks and talking about everything and nothing and whatever crossed their minds. Eddie insisted he was going to make a playlist for Steve, and Steve offered to teach Eddie how to ice skate. And it felt… nice. It had been a while since Steve had that with anyone.

Max just moves on, reminding Steve of which stretches he needs to do now that he’s in his gear, and the coach and captain both give speeches in the locker room, before everyone moves out to the rink. They take the ice as the announcer reads off their name, and Steve taps his stick with the right wing who stakes up next to him.

He glances around, chewing on his mouth guard absently. A part of him knows that Robin and Eddie and whoever else from CC made the trip to the game are in one of the boxes around the upper level of the area, but he hadn’t asked which one when he had briefly texted with Eddie this morning, and now it was too late. But, he figures it’s probably for the best. Not knowing where to look keeps him from running the risk of sparking more speculation about nothing.

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Even having heeded Steve’s warning to wear layers to the game, Eddie is freezing. He’s wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt under a hoodie under a leather jacket, but he’s still cold. And Robin is bouncing around the box suite in a t-shirt and ripped jeans, looking perfectly comfortable and Eddie doesn’t get it. He zips his leather jacket all the way up and sinks into his seat, bobbing his head along to the music echoing through the arena.

“You’re going to be cold when we’re leaving if you don’t take something off.” Robin chastises, and Eddie just rolls his eyes. Jeff, Freak and Lucas are chatting, sitting in the seats just outside of the box. Inside the box, Gareth looks just as cold as Eddie, chatting with Nancy and Will on a sofa.

Paige returns a few minutes later with a bag of merchandise, courtesy of a voucher from the team, and drops it on Gareth’s lap. “Hoodie for you,” She declares, pulling out a black hoodie with the Blackhawks logo and throwing it into Gareth’s face. “Hoodie for you,” She adds, tossing a red one in Eddie’s direction. She pulls two more thinner zip ups out of the bag and drops them on Jeff and Freak’s heads. When she comes back in, she locks eyes with Eddie, who pauses as he unzips his leather jacket.

“What?” He asks, cautiously, and she grins.

“Got something else for you,” She says, and he’s instantly concerned.

“You’re freaking me out.” Eddie points out as he slips the hoodie he’d worn over his head and replaces it with the fleece-lined red hoodie with “Blackhawks” written across the back shoulders. Robin claps and jumps up and down beside him, concerning him further.

“They put one aside!?” She asks, and Paige nods, before tossing the rest of the bag to Eddie.

When he pulls out the contents, he can’t help but let out a little laugh. “You guys asked them to give me a Harrington jersey?” He raises an eyebrow at Robin, before pulling it over his head. It fits a little loose over the hoodie, but looks similar to how he’d seen other people wear theirs.

“Steve doesn’t know, but I asked. Figured you might like it.” She says, grinning as he turns a light shade of pink he fully intends to blame on the cold.

When the team introductions start, Robin drags Eddie out into the seats just outside the box, so they have a better view. While it’s colder out there, Eddie’s warmer in the new tops, and finds he doesn’t mind it as much. 

Robin and the members of the Party in the box break into cheers when Steve skates out onto the ice, and Eddie can’t help the little smile that crosses his face as he watches Steve interact with his team.

The puck drops and Steve manages to slip it away from the Kraken’s center, gliding down the ice effortlessly before passing it off. It’s a tiny thing, trying to pay attention to the puck, so Eddie finds himself just tracking Steve as he zips and twists around. After a few minutes, Steve skates back to the Blackhawks box and jumps in as another player hits the ice.

“What happened? Is he hurt?” Eddie’s confused as he looks at Robin, who gives him a soft smile.

“He’s fine. They only play for so long, before they switch out to keep them from getting tired.”

He tries to pay attention to what’s happening then, with Steve off the ice, but finds himself watching the other sit along the bench. He bangs his stick against the wall a few times, shouting things Eddie can’t hear. When he gets up to go back into the game, he pats the player he’s replacing on the back before hitting the ice. 

The next chance he gets the puck, he takes a shot toward the goalie, who stops the puck between his legs. Steve keeps skating, zipping around and getting back into the action. He gets the puck back, but is quickly checked by two Krakens who send him into the boards hard. Eddie grimaces, and a penalty is called on both Krakens for charging.

Steve scores a goal in the second period, and Eddie joins the Party in cheering along. He spots himself on the big screen and grabs Robin, pulling her into frame as she jumps up and down. 

The celebrations die down a little, and Robin scooches closer to him. “I can have them knock it off, if you don’t want to be up there. Dustin’s in the booth right now.” She offers, and he shrugs.

“I don’t mind. I kind of expected it, after the TikTok blew up.” He shrugs, tracking Steve back around the ice.

Blackhawks end up winning the game, 5-2, and while Steve doesn’t score again, he assists in each of the following goals. Each time, he has a different celebration with whoever he set up for the goal, and it’s sweet to watch Steve goof off, to hear his friends' excitement as he succeeds.  Walking back out of the booth, Eddie feels like his voice is more raw from screaming at the hockey game than it was from last night’s concert. 

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“You shouldn’t skip the ice bath, Steve, you took a hard hit into that wall.” Max is lecturing as they move through the arena to where she says everyone is waiting. 

“I’m fine, I’ve taken worse hits and I stretched plenty. My shoulder just dug into the pad wrong. I’ll have a bruise, but it’s fine.” He insists, holding the door open for her then following her into the box where chaos immediately erupts.

Mike and Lucas are bouncing around, gushing about how great he played. Steve laughs, squeezing Lucas’ shoulder and ruffling Mike’s hair, before his eyes land on the band. They’re all wearing fresh Blackhawks gear, and Steve can’t help but grin.

“Oh man, I’m so glad you guys were able to come! Did you have a good time?” He asks, moving closer to them.

“Dude, I fucking love hockey. I haven’t been to a game in forever, this was sick. And you were killing it out there. I think I like hockey even more knowing someone who is playing.” Freak says, and Gareth nods along.

“Hockey is the only sport I’d ever really been interested in, so this was fun! Great game.”

“I have never had an interest in hockey before, but it was still cool to learn about.” Jeff admits, and then Steve turns to Eddie. His hands are tucked up inside the sleeves of the jersey, nestled in the front pocket of the hoodie beneath, but he grins.

“I concede, it was a lot more fun than I anticipated. I think it helps that you were awesome out there.”

Steve turns a soft shade of pink, shaking his head before nodding back toward the door out of the box. “Want to grab dinner with us? I’m starving.”

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They’re in some bar Steve texted the directions to but Eddie can’t remember the name, when he catches Steve staring at him from his spot between Dustin and Lucas. Eddie raises an eyebrow and waves a little, which seems to snap Steve out of it. He blushes and waves back, before covering his face with his hands. Eddie snorts, before getting up and moving so he’s sitting across from Steve.

“You weren’t mad that I put you up on the big screen, right? I think the team actually put it up on socials at some point, so I hope you didn’t mind.” Dustin rambles at Eddie as soon as he sits, but he’s quick to ease the kid’s concerns.

“It was fun. Don’t worry about it, kid. Really.” He says, watches Dustin visibly relax, but then Robin carts him and Lucas away, giving Steve and Eddie space and tossing a wink in Eddie’s direction. Eddie finds himself growing to appreciate her more and more. “I really did have a good time tonight. Cross my heart.” Eddie says, before drawing an “x” over his heart with his fingers.

Steve laughs, and opens his mouth to say something before he seems to reconsider. He thinks for a moment, before leaning over the table. “Are you wearing my jersey?”

Eddie pauses for a moment, looks down and laughs. He’d forgotten he hadn’t taken it off, and Robin had said that Steve didn’t know about it. “I mean, it’s technically not yours. Just has your name and number on it.”

Steve squints his eyes before he leans back and takes a sip of his beer. Eddie seizes the opportunity to be chaotic, then, decides to take the leap. “I mean, I totally could be wearing your jersey, if you wanted me to. But you’re going to have to take me out of this one first.” 

It’s worth it, if for no other reason than Steve starts choking on his drink, coughing loudly and drawing everyone’s attention. He composes himself quickly, but his face is still bright red, and Eddie grins.

“You’re a menace.” Steve accuses, voice hoarse and thick, and Eddie shrugs.

“What are you going to do about it?” He challenges.

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I'm going to try reblogging with a tag list this week because it's LONG and I have no idea how else to try to make it work without hitting a character limit. Thank you to everyone who is still reading! I've got so many ideas for this bouncing around in my head, I can't wait to flesh them out and I hope you continue to enjoy!

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Secrets, Secrets

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader.

WC: 1.2k

TW: Heavy make out, semi-public making out, hot hot Steve Harrington. Foreplay, but not smut.

A/N: Some sexy sexy Steve for your Wednesday night.

“She’s going to fucking kill us.” You giggled out, slotting your lips back in between his. 

“No.” He mumbled, pushing you into the wall even more, leg slotting between yours for support, among other reasons. “She’ll kill you. She just won’t talk to me for a few days” 

You huffed, causing him to pull his lips away. 

“Babygirl…” He whispered, kissing up your jaw and slowly making his way to your neck. 

You tried to ignore the way the nickname went straight to your core, and bit your lip to keeop the sigh stuck in your throat. 

He slowly pulled you impossibly closer up his thigh. The feeling of his breath fanning over your neck caused you to lean your head back against the wall. 

“Fuck. Steve.” You whined his name, closing your eyes, and tugging on his hair, causing him to moan against your neck. 

“Sweetheart.” He grumbled. “We have to be quiet or she’s gonna get pissed.” 

You shoved his chest slightly, causing him to detach from your neck, but still staying pretty fucking close. His pupils were dilated, and his lips were red and puffy from kissing you for the past five minutes. 

“Don’t give me a fuckin hickey then.” 

“Mouth gorgeous.”

“Oh please.” You rolled your eyes, tugging on your bottom lip with your teeth. You couldn’t help your self. He just looked so fucking good. And you promised your favorite cousin you would not sleep with Steve Harrington. But fuck, he was delicious. “You love my mouth.”

“You’re fuckin’ dirty.” Steve bit his bottom lip as he eyed your lips.

You grinded up against him, tugging on his hair again. “Never heard you complain about that before.” 

Steve had shown up to the bar in these jeans that hugged his ass in the most delectable way possible, and this tight button up with the sleeves cuffed right at his biceps, making you all but drool when he came up to your group. 

The look of surprise on his face when he saw you was definitely worth it. 

He quickly hugged Robin and Eddie, saying his hellos. But then he turned to you. 

“Hiya Princess.” Steve whispered in your ear as he gave you a hug, causing you to try and hide the blush growing on your cheeks as you pulled away. “Robin didn’t mention that you were in town…” 

“I’m actually in town for the whole summer. I got in this morning…” 

Steve’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek. “Huh. Good to know.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek and smile at him. “It’s good to see you too Steve.” It was going to be a long night. 

Robin watched this entire interaction, alongside Eddie. She had enough of the blatant flirting so she chugged her drink and grabbed your arm. 

You barely had time to truly ogle Steve up close before Robin had dragged you over to the bar to get another round for everyone. She ordered the drinks before turning and snapping in your face. 

“No.” 

“What?”

“You know the rules. You are not allowed to sleep with him.” 

You groaned and rolled your eyes. “You think so poorly of me Robs.” 

“Yeah, well I know you, and I know him. It’s not happening. Are we clear?” 

“Robin, we’re not seventeen anymore. I’m twenty-one, he’s twenty-two, we’re both adults.” 

“But I said no. I don’t want my favorite cousin and my best friend sleeping together because if it doesn’t work out, I do not want to deal with the bullshit between you two.” 

“Robs…”

“Y/n I’m serious.” 

“Yeah Yeah Fine.” You sighed and grabbed four of the glasses set down in front of you, walking back over to the table where her friends were. 

“If she didn’t want me to fuck you then she should’ve told you to show up in a fucking prom dress then.” You grinded against his leg slightly, causing him to squeeze your waist. “But you probably looked fuckable in that too.” 

“You think I’d look hot in a prom dress.” 

You shoved his arm slightly and laughed a bit. “Steve Harrington, You could be wearing a garbage bag and still somehow be voted People’s hottest man of the year.”

“You’re gonna make me blush gorgeous.” He mumbled, kissing your neck again.  

Once you and Robin had distributed the beverages, you watched as Eddie took the stage. 

The group had eventually abandoned the table and were the first ones dancing in the crowd. You and Robin would lip sync to the songs you know, or drunkenly scream words of encouragement to Eddie and his band while they performed. 

Once more people started to join in, Steve managed to covertly keep a hand on your waist or even dance with you subtly enough that Robin wouldn’t think anything of it. Robin was drunk enough that she didn’t see any of it, or if she did, she thought it was a trick of the light. 

Eventually it was packed, shoulder to shoulder causing you to lose sight of Robin. You had been dancing with Steve fully at that point, singing at one another and dancing up against each other. You had decided this was the moment to maybe sneak off. 

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom.” You yelled out to him, trying to be heard over the noise. 

He nodded at you and watched as you slid through the crowd off towards the the bathrooms. He waited until the song ended before following the same path you took.

“I have to get back because if she sees we’re both missing…” 

Steve laughed as he kissed you again. “If you're that worried about it then go.” 

You stayed right there, grabbing his collar and kissing him fiercely. 

“If she finds out—” You moaned softly into his mouth, cutting off whatever thought you were in the middle of saying. 

Steve had grabbed your waist and slowly started grinding up against you, almost dragging you up and down his thigh. He smirked at the moan and kissed down your jaw, back to your neck. 

Your hand made its way into his hair and you pulled on it, partially to regain some control of the situation, but also because you wanted to hear the pretty little moan that came out of his mouth when you did. 

“Princess…” He warned and you kissed his neck softly, trailing your lips up to his neck. 

You released your hold on his hair and kissed him. The tone of this kiss was definitely different then the past five minutes where you had basically almost fucked each other up against this wall. It caused Steve to falter for a minute, dropping his thigh, but not loosening his grip on your waist. 

He pulled away after a moment, a slight smile on his face. “What was that for…” 

You shrugged and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Want me to do it again?” 

Steve didn’t answer you, and instead kissed you again, pushing his whole body into yours. The two of you stayed like that for the next minute, slowly making out with one another. There was no rush, only languid kisses and tongues lazily exploring each other.

Robin was going to kill the both of you for a myriad of reasons. 

But you were about to jump off a building anyways, since you were sure you were starting to fall for Steve Harrington. 

[afewproblems]

The Holiday Party had gone quite smoothly, more than he was expecting if Steve was being honest with himself.

Until about halfway through, but that was pretty par for the course.

Jonathan had unearthed an old Rummoli Board from a box labeled 'Basement Misc', the Byers were still in the middle of unpacking from their move back to Hawkins, and brought it alongside a bottle of wine that Nancy had managed to smuggle from the Wheelers liquor cabinet.

Robin, who rode with Eddie and Argyle, brought pizza, the only copy of It's A Wonderful Life from Family Video, and way too much weed for just the six of them.

"It isn't a party without a little Kush Stevie," Eddie had told him, clapping his warm hand on Steve's shoulder, his thumb just high enough to rest on bare skin above the collar of his sweater.

All Steve could do was roll his eyes and take the pizzas, quickly ducking into the kitchen before Robin or, God Forbid, Eddie could comment on the pink flush that had taken over his face at the new nickname.

Robin had been insisting that Steve just tell Eddie how he felt for the last few weeks. Rip the bandaid off and come clean. What was the worst that could happen?

Which, really Robin?

Steve knows exactly what happens when someone puts themselves out there only for the other person to not feel the same way. His whole argument was currently sitting in his living room for fucks sake.

Sure, Steve and Nancy were on better terms now, but it also took two years to get there, and even still, there was a weird tension when they found themselves alone together.

So, no, telling Eddie was not an option, Robin.

Steve could keep it together. He could deal with the ache in his chest at the sight of Eddie's smile. Steve could deal with the way his heart beat quickened whenever Eddie said his name. He could deal with the heady flush that bloomed every time Eddie touched him.

He was fine, it was fine.

And, movie nights like these were nothing new in the wake of Vecnas defeat and the destruction of the Upside Down. Steve needed to keep it together if he wanted to continue to have this. Nights without the kids to look after or the adults to hide their indulgences from, these were the nights where they could truly relax.

These were Steve's favourite, and he was not going to let some Bullshit feelings stand in the way of being able to see Eddie.

This Christmas Eve found the six of them lounging on pillows and extra couch cushions from the basement to make the 'best movie watching set-up thank you very much', according to Robin, and watching It's a Wonderful Life for the umpteenth time.

"I can't believe that George Bailey would wish for something like that, when it's so obvious that people care about him," Robin scoffs at the top of her voice about halfway through the movie, prompting a irritated Shush from Nancy.

"That bro is depressed man, it's like a cry for help, and on Christmas, this shit is heavy dude," Argyle hums, lifting his fist up to Robin who shakes it with a wild grin. The two erupt into violent giggles which begin to creep into Steve and Eddie and eventually Jonathan as well. Nancy rolls her eyes but can't help the smile that takes over her face as well.

"Who would wish to never be born when you could just wish for the bank to like, not fuck you over, seems like a waste of a wish if you ask me," Eddie says as the last traces of giggles begin to finally disapate.

"Ooo, Eddie's right!" Robin says as she reaches for the remote, hitting pause on the movie. She waves her hands through the chorus of groans from everyone except Eddie who turns around to Steve with an incredulous expression on his face.

Steve shrugs as Robin continues, unable to look away from those large brown eyes until a hand darts out to smack him in the chest.

"Steve, pay attention," Robin huffs, "let's go around and share what we would wish for!"

Oh shit.

Steve turns on the couch to fully face Robin with narrowed eyes. She grins at him, lifting a single eyebrow as her blue eyes dart between Eddie and Steve.

Steve opens his mouth to argue, to insist that they just carry on with the movie, only for Eddie to drum his hands against his knees and speak.

"Oh birdie, I'm way ahead of you, this is Wayne's favorite Christmas movie so I've done a lot of thinking 'bout this".

Eddie clears his throat and lifts his hands from his knees now as though he's about to launch into a story for Hellfire, "I would personally wish for the money to be able to fund Corroded Coffin full time, get a demo done, and then be able to kiss this fucking one horse town good bye!"

Steve feels the words hit him like a bucket of cold water.

Eddie wants to leave Hawkins.

His wish, his dream, for forever from the sounds of it, is to leave them all behind.

To leave Steve behind.

The voices from the group, pitched high and low, all blend together into one as the rest of the group share their own wishes.

Steve absently feels a small hand grip his own, he looks up to see Robin staring at him, a worried frown pinched between her eyebrows. He answers her silent question with a shake of his head.

It was fine, he was fine. This was a good thing, better to know now than later when Eddie would inevitably leave him behind.

"Stevie?"

Steve startles as a ringed hand waves precariously close to his face. Eddie smiles faintly at him, one dimple on display as he speaks again.

"Kinda lost you for a second there, what about your wish?"

"Oh," he manages to say with a slight laugh in his voice, even as his brain fills with static, "um, I haven't ever really thought about it, maybe some new music or something".

Nancy and Jonathan both boo loudly from the love seat while Argyle nods with a hazy smile.

"Right on my man, sounds like Eddie'll be able to help when his band makes it big," he says before turning back to the television and slumping even more heavily into the couch.

Steve forces out another bright laugh, ignoring how much it burns his throat and crushes his chest. The only thing keeping him in his seat is the firm hold of Robin's hand on his own.

He doesn't look at Eddie as he leans forward to press play on the movie once more, letting the music and dialogue fill the room once more.

Later, as the end of the credits roll and the tape switches back to static, Nance and Jonathan are fast asleep. The pair are cuddled up on the love seat, their heads leaning against one another. It would almost be cute if not for the pang of envy that fills Steve at the sight.

Steve tries to bask in the warmth of having Robin cuddled into his side, knowing it will alleviate at least some of the ache in his chest. Robins eyes have been steadily growing heavier as she slowly falls further and further into Steves side. He smiles, reaching up to brush her hair away from her face.

At least he has Robin, and maybe for now that is enough.

***

This is a part one, let me know if anyone would like a part Two?

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

I Can't Say Part 2

Summary: An Earthquake turns everyone's world upside down and nearly takes part of Eddie's away from him.

TW/CW: Eddie Diaz x Reader, Hurt, Earthquake, Injured Reader, Blood/Blood-loss

Requested?: No   

Word Count: 4,136

A/N: Our grand total of words for this trilogy is 11,325... I'm ngl was kinda stuck on how I'd get from break up to make up but then I was rewatching season 2 the other night and well... Earthquake it is. Anyways, hope you enjoy the read! Love to all! Requests are Open!

[ A/N: him so purtty... ]

Part 1

--- Your POV --- 

Groaning, I silence my alarm and drag myself to my bedroom to change clothes. I really wish I had changed out of my work clothes last night because it is so uncomfortable to sleep in jeans. I opt for a more comfortable outfit for today since I'm just taking Talia to therapy. My jeans are replaced by sweats, my LAFD t-shirt by an oversized hoodie, and I yank on my high tops to finish it off. 

As I make my way to the kitchen for coffee, with a pit stop in the bathroom to brush my teeth, I throw my hair up into a messy bun and check my phone that had miraculously stayed in my back pocket all night. The smell of coffee fills the air as I swipe through notifications which include a few random info dump texts from Buck that I hadn't checked yesterday, a missed call from an unknown number here and there, and a few texts from Tommy checking in on me.  

After closing out all the notifications and apps, I find myself staring at my home screen and fidgeting with my bracelet. Glaring back at me is a photo that Buck took in which Chris is sandwiched between me and Eddie as we both hug him. All of us are smiling brightly and my heart hurts at the reminder of my boys. My thoughts are racing when my alarm rings again. I quickly silence it and tuck my phone away before pouring a cup of coffee. As I head out the door, I grab my keys and wallet off the counter. 

A good bit later, I'm arriving at Talia's house. I had finally convinced her to let me pick her up if she wants me to drive her to therapy. I shoot her a text to let her know I'm here, forcing myself to ignore my home screen. It only takes a few minutes before she's rushing out of her house and getting in the passenger seat, "Sorry, I woke up a bit late." 

I smile, "All good, you should probably brush your hair though," I respond, motioning to the bird's nest atop her head. 

As I pull away from the curb, she flips down the visor and giggles at herself in the mirror, "I slept hard last night." 

"I can see that," I state, unable to withhold a laugh. Talia has made so much progress in the past week. This is only her second appointment but I can tell a huge difference; she's actually smiling again. She had taken some time off work because she was scared it would either push her over the edge or she wouldn’t be as focused as she needed to be on the job but yesterday, she said she thinks she’ll be ready to get back out there soon. 

She grabs my phone from the cupholder, "What kind of music are we feeling today?" 

I shrug, "Whatever boats your float." 

She erupts into a fit of laughter, "God, I will never stop thanking Tommy for blessing us with that phrase."  

I grin as I remember the time a very exhausted, end of shift Tommy responded to the question, "Where do you guys wanna eat?" with, "Whatever boats your float." I'll never forget the look of pure astonishment on his face when he immediately realized what he said and mumbled to himself, "Boats your float? What the fuck?" Talia and I teased him about it for weeks after but it got stuck in my vocabulary and became a regular response for me, causing Talia to giggle and Tommy to roll his eyes every time I say it. 

Talia cranks the volume up as she decides on a hip-hop playlist and starts singing along horribly on purpose. This goes on for a little bit, with me giggling at her the whole time, before she finally turns it down, "Alright, what's up with you?" 

I tilt my head at her, "What do you mean?" 

"I mean not too long ago it was always Eddie this or Christopher that," she pauses, "You haven't mentioned them in like forever and I kind of miss seeing the smile on your face when you'd talk about them." I shrug and train my eyes on the road ahead. She doesn't give up, "Come on, (Y/N). You've let me trauma dump on you for weeks now. If you need to talk, I'll listen." 

I take a deep breath, "We broke up." 

"What?!" her volume and pitch nearly bursts my eardrums. 

I dramatically cover and rub my right ear, "We just decided that it wasn't gonna work out." I hate lying to her but if she knew the real reason she'd blame herself and I don't want to upset her. 

"So, it was mutual?" her tone says she doesn't think so. I can't even bring myself to nod. She reaches over and tugs lightly on my bracelet, "I could see keeping the bracelet if it was a mutual break up. That kid means the world to you but-" She picks up my phone and shows me the home screen, "Mutual break ups don't keep photos of their ex as their home screen. People who get dumped do." It's quiet for a couple seconds, "Besides, last time I heard about Eddie, you were asking me if I'd be your Maid of Honor when you guys got married one day. Not if! When." 

I internally cringe as the words spill out of my mouth, "Okay, he decided it wasn't gonna work out." 

I see the look on her face out of the corner of my eye and she still doesn't buy it, "You mean the man who would fight the entire world for you? The man who would kiss the ground you walk on and bow at your feet? The man who absolutely adores the shit out of you and can never stop staring at you like he can't believe you're real?" I clench my jaw but her phone rings, saving me from having to come up with a response. 

A short time later, I am parking on the curb outside her therapist office. She hangs up the phone and grabs my shoulder, "First of all, we're not done talking about it. Second, you should come sit in the waiting room instead of wasting your gas." Praying she won't try to continue the conversation right now, I turn the car off and get out, following her inside. 

We ride up to the second floor in the elevator, check her in at the front desk, and take seats in the waiting room before she speaks again, "So, how's Tommy doing? I heard he's got himself a new boyfriend."  

I smile and nod, laying my head on the back of my chair, "Yeah, Buck. I work with him at the 118. They're very happy together." 

"Oh, that's great! What's Buck like?" she asks. I'm certain she's trying to fill the silence without talking about Eddie. 

"If I had to sum him up in one sentence I'd say, there's a reason the team and I call him a golden retriever," I answer and look over at her with a grin. 

She laughs, "Oh my god, tell me more." 

"Well, he's got a heart of gold and loves his job. He's got tons of energy. He's always got something interesting to talk about because he's constantly researching random shit. One time, he gave me an in-depth explanation of how microwaves work," I pause, "Tommy is absolutely wrapped around his finger. I don't think I've ever seen him smile more than when Buck is info dumping on him." 

I sit up, holding my hand up to quiet Talia as she's in the middle of gushing about how adorable that is and how she must meet Buck asap. I stare at the floor beneath us as its small vibrations turn into violent shaking, "Quake!" Everyone in the waiting room ducks for cover. Talia and I slide under a coffee table just as rubble starts falling around us. Quickly covering our heads with our arms, we brace for impact. 

When the quake subsides and the dust settles, Talia and I make eye contact as we hear other people panicking. We shove the slab of concrete off the edge of the table and make to get up but instead have to army crawl under another slab of concrete. Keeping my head low, "I sure as hell don't miss this," I grumble, thinking back to my days of army crawling through muddy obstacle courses and sandy war zones. 

Behind me, Talia chuckles, "What? Earthquakes or army crawling?" 

I pause and look back at her, realizing it has been a while since our last quake, "both," before proceeding cautiously. Our short tunnel opens up into a pocket that is a good bit taller and has more space to maneuver. "Everybody just stay calm. If you're panicking, we can't properly assist you," I announce to those who were blessed by the pocket. 

"Please! Please, you have to help her," a young woman cries by the furthest edge from us. She is hunched over another woman whose legs are pinned by a chunk of debris. 

"Talia, check everyone else over and get a head count while I try to figure out the safest way to get her out," I instruct. 

Behind me, Talia shuffles toward the others, "On it," as I head for the debris. 

"Stay with me, Penny," the younger woman begs as Penny groans in pain.  

I finally reach them, "Penny, my name is (Y/N). I need you to tell me where it hurts." 

"Everywhere," Penny mumbles and I mentally slap myself. 

"Okay, yeah. Stupid question, I'm sorry. Can you wiggle your toes?" I respond. 

I notice the younger woman's name tag that reads Chelsea as Penny answers, "Yeah I think so." 

"Alright, that's a good sign. Chelsea, I need you to see if you can find a piece of wood or something that is big enough for her to lay on," Chelsea nods and begrudgingly leaves to scavenge. 

I drop to my stomach and scoot closer to Penny, "We're gonna get you outta here, I'm just a little more limited on resources than usual." I take her hand in mine and drop my forehead to the floor with a thump. My head is pounding; I think I hit it on the underside of the coffee table earlier. I'm having a hard time thinking straight.  

I remember Bobby's advice for times like this, "Don't worry about the things that you can't do anything about. Focus on one task at a time." Alright, first task, get Penny free and on a makeshift back board. 

I check her pulse, it's weak but steady, "Penny, I need you to focus on your breathing, okay?" She nods, taking deep breaths, as I look up at the debris that is pinning her. It looks like a thick and heavy wall but doesn't appear to be supporting anything. I crawl to where her legs disappear out of sight and stick my hand under as far as I can reach, feeling for any bleeding and thankfully finding none. I crane my neck to look at the others, a few are assisting where they can as Talia checks everyone over. "I need as many hands as I can get over here!" I yell across what remains of the waiting room. 

Talia stops what she's doing and points to few men who look to be in pretty good shape considering the circumstances. She directs them to me before squeezing a little girl's hand tightly and joining me herself. As they approach, Chelsea comes hobbling around a corner with a piece of wood.  

When everyone is there and ready for instructions, I start dishing them out, "You guys," I point to the men, "spread out around this wall and get ready to lift." I roll over on my back and scoot until my shoulders are even with the edge of the collapsed wall, "Talia, Chelsea, as soon as this wall is up enough, pull her out as gently as you can and get her on the wood." Once everyone is in position, "On the count of three. 1... 2... 3..." I push as hard as I can against the underside of the wall. The men help lift from their positions and soon they've pulled Penny out. 

"You get out from under there, we got this," one of the men insists.  

I nod and roll back over on my stomach to shove myself up to my feet and away from the wall, "Let it down easy." They do and now I'm left trying to figure out my next task. I scan the pocket looking for any possible exits. A pile of rubble blocks the door to what I hope is still a somewhat functioning stairwell. It will take some time to clear the way enough to get the door open but it's our only shot. I notice the massive receptionist desk is still somehow standing making a decent place for everyone to take cover for the inevitable aftershocks.  

"Talia, help everyone get under the reception desk," I look at the men who are patiently waiting for further instruction, "You guys are gonna help me get that door open," I punctuate my sentence with a point at the door. They nod and immediately head that way, as do I. Behind me I hear Talia start instructing the others. Once everyone is under the desk, Talia joins us in the small bit of headway we're making. 

--- Third Person POV --- 

The 118 is heading toward a downtown building collapse. Despite knowing it's futile, they've all tried contacting various loved ones. Buck sighs in relief as he hears Tommy's voice on the radio, "This is 127 Pilot Kinard. 118 please check in." 

Immediately, Buck grabs his radio, "Buckley checking in. Nash, Diaz, Wilson, Han, and Panikkar all accounted for." 

It's quiet for a split second before Tommy asks, "(Y/L/N)?" Buck hesitates, looking over at Eddie who has been staring out the window ever since he gave up on trying to reach Chris and (Y/N).  

Voice shaky, Buck answers, "No contact. She's off duty." 

Tommy's voice sounds strained, "Copy. Y'all stay safe." 

Buck responds, trying to sound reassuring, "We will." 

As they near the building, Eddie nearly slams his head against the window as he looks back behind them. "Woah, what?" Hen asks across from him, startled by his sudden movement. 

Eddie whips his head around to look at his team just as the engine parks next to another one from the 133, "That was (Y/N)'s car!" He flings his headset off and scrambles out of the vehicle as everyone else piles out behind him. 

Buck catches up to him and grabs his shoulder when he stops in front of a crushed car, "A-are you sure? She's doesn't exactly have a unique car..." Eddie only points at the shattered windshield. As he spins and takes off toward Bobby, Buck looks to where he pointed to find the rubber duck wearing firefighter gear that he and Tommy had helped Chris buy for (Y/N) on her last birthday. Chris had insisted the duck needed a cowboy hat so they also bought a small Toy Story Woody action figure. Woody himself was sitting at home on one of Buck's bookshelves but his hat now laid beside the little duck in the pancake that was formerly a car. 

--- Your POV ---

I wipe the sweat and dust off my face as I hoist another chunk of debris to the new pile we've made. We've made a decent size dent in the blockage but it's still not enough to get through. As the ground begins to tremble again, Talia yells, "Aftershock!" 

I turn and attempt to make it to the desk with everyone else but a bout of dizziness takes me down. I feel a blinding pain as something punctures my lower back close to my left hip. I look back to see a piece of rebar sticking out. When everything stops shaking, Talia rushes over to me. I try to get up but the rebar has me staked to the floor. She presses her hands against my blood-soaked hoodie, "(Y/N) you better stay with me!" I try hard to focus on my breathing as she yells at the men to keep working on the blockage and calls Chelsea over to her, "I need you to keep pressure around this, okay?"  

Talia drops to her stomach, face to face with me, "How bad is it? Be honest." 

I wiggle my toes and reach around to feel exactly where the puncture is, "Shouldn't be too bad. Main concern is the bleeding. Thank god for love handles because I think that's all it hit." 

She nods, "Alright, hang in there."  

Talia returns back to Chelsea who whispers, "She's losing a lot of blood." I hear fabric tear and feel my hoodie lift up. I'm sure Talia is trying to stem the blood flow as much as possible by sandwiching fabric between my hoodie and skin. I lay my clammy cheek against the cool floor and look out at the wreckage. It's starting to get hard to breathe and my vision is already blurry. 

--- Third Person POV --- 

Just as Talia finishes packing fabric around the rebar in her friend's abdomen, another aftershock hits. The others rush to the desk and Talia tries to move to cover (Y/N)'s body as much as possible but one of the men pulls her away, "You can't save her if you take a chunk of concrete to the dome." 

Talia screams, "(Y/N) don't you dare leave me! Stay awake, okay?!" 

As soon as the shaking dies down enough, Talia rushes back to (Y/N), who is now losing even more blood, and adjusts the fabric to accommodate what is now a bigger hole. "(Y/N), you still with me?!" she screams, panic is evident in her tone. She looks over to see that her friend is unconscious, blood trickling down her forehead.  

Chelsea joins her, tearing off a piece of her shirt and pressing it to the gash near (Y/N)'s hairline, "She's still breathing but barely." 

Talia nods, finishing with the pile of fabric, "Swap with me." The two swap places before Talia shakes (Y/N) gently. She softly smacks her cheeks, "(Y/N) you gotta wake up! Please..." Tears flow freely down her own cheeks now as she looks up at the ceiling, "God you wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for me..." 

As she continues her attempts to wake (Y/N), one of the men shushes everyone, "I think I hear something," he announces, pressing his ear to the little bit of the door they had uncovered. "It's voices!" he cheers, "Help is here!" The room erupts into excitement as the man bangs on the door, "In here! Hey! We're in here!" 

On the other side of the door, the 118 team hears the banging and rushes up the stairs as carefully as they can. Bobby yells, "We hear you! This is Captain Nash with LAFD. How many of you are there?" 

From (Y/N)'s side, Talia whips her head up and yells back, "10! Firefighter down! One of yours!" 

Panic blankets the team and Bobby has to grab a hold of Eddie to keep him from busting the door down, "We don't know what's on the other side of that door," Buck places a hand on Eddie's shoulder so Bobby can turn back to the door and find out what they're dealing with. 

The man answers Bobby, "A pile of rubble! We've been trying to clear it because (Y/N) said this stairwell is our best bet on getting out." 

Eddie's heart leaps into his throat at the confirmation that it's her. Buck's grip tightens, warning him to calm down. Bobby instructs, "Okay, I need everyone to get away from the door. We're gonna have to saw our way in." 

The man looks down at (Y/N) and Talia, "We can't move (Y/N), she's staked to the floor by rebar. I think if I try to pull Talia away from her again, she might murder me." Buck's ears perk up at the mention of Talia. Maybe Tommy was onto something there. He shoves those thoughts aside as Bobby asks for the saw in his hands.  

"Alright, the rest of you back away. Talia, do your best to shield her," Bobby responds, "Let us know when we're clear." 

In the room, everyone puts plenty of distance between them and the door as Talia covers (Y/N)'s body the best she can, "Clear!" 

Buck drags Eddie away as he and the team back up to give space. Bobby cuts a large enough hole in the door before handing the saw to Chimney, "Buck, help me with this." Together Bobby and Buck remove the metal chunk and as soon as he has a clear shot, Eddie rushes through the hole. Hen is right on his heels, med bag in hand, as Talia moves away from (Y/N) to let them work. 

Bobby, Buck, Chimney, and Ravi set to work helping the others out of the building as Hen grabs Eddie's frantic hands, "You need to calm down, Eddie." 

He takes a deep breath before placing two fingers on (Y/N)'s wrist, "Pulse is steady but dangerously weak." The two medics set to work doing their best to stabilize her. When Buck and Bobby join them, she has an oxygen mask on, IV line in, a pulse/ox monitor on her finger, and Hen is keeping pressure around the wound. 

"What do we got?" Bobby asks firmly as he crouches beside Eddie, placing his hand on the distraught man's shoulder. Eddie can only stare down at her, repeatedly brushing her hair out of her face as he silently begs her to wake up. 

Hen answers, "Vitals are steady but in the danger zone. She's lost a lot of blood. Rebar isn't too close to any vital organs but it went all the way through and into the floor." 

Bobby nods, "We transport her with the rebar. Eddie, lift her up as gently as you can. Buck, hand me the bolt cutters and lift on the other side. Hen, keep pressure on that wound and an eye on her vitals." Everyone nods as Chimney and Ravi return from helping the last of the others out with a back board. On the count of three Eddie and Buck lift (Y/N) up enough that Bobby can cut the rebar underneath her. Once they've rolled her onto back, Hen quickly sets to work dressing the untouched side. In minutes, they're lifting her onto the back board and headed out of the building. 

As they approach the scene commander, Bobby states, "We need an ambulance now." 

The commander nods recognizing (Y/N), "We've got more on the way take the 133's." Bobby leads the way toward the 133 ambulance. Behind them, the commander yells, “I still need hands on deck, Nash.”  

As Hen and Chimney load (Y/N) into the back, Bobby looks at them all, “I know we’re all worried about her. One driver and Eddie can go. Everyone else needs to stay here.” Talia takes a few steps back from the group as Eddie climbs into the back and Hen heads to the front. She looks up at the collapsing building and around at the firefighters and paramedics rushing around near them.  

She looks back toward the ambulance as Bobby calls her name and holds his hand out to help her into the back. She’s still nervous about getting back out there right now but she knows she can be of more help here than at the hospital blaming herself for (Y/N)’s injury. She steps up beside him, ignoring his hand, “Got an extra turn out?” 

Before Bobby can ask if she’s sure, Tommy runs up to them already wearing turn out gear and carrying an extra, “Heard you guys are down by two.” He sees (Y/N) in the back of the ambulance and he feels a touch of anger in the worry that settles in his chest as Eddie frets over her vitals. Bobby shuts the doors of the ambulance and gives it a few knocks before it pulls away. 

He turns to Tommy, “Shouldn’t you be in a helicopter?” 

“Commander radioed for extra hands and I’ve been grounded. Our station got hit pretty hard and took my ride down with it,” Tommy answers. He turns to Talia, offering her the extra gear that she can see her last name written on, “I had a hunch you’d be here so I grabbed your old gear before I left.” She takes it and quickly puts it on, looking to Bobby for orders. 

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[keeksandgigz]

painkiller (part three of lessons in alchemy)

barista!eddie munson x fem!barista!reader AU

summary: After a rocky start, you and Eddie seem to be turning over a new leaf, but a small misunderstanding is sure to change that. You help set up the cafe for the Halloween party, which you end up going to after much begging by Colette, you try to make Eddie jealous and a healthy dose of liquid courage helps things get sentimental.

cw: 4k words, jealous!eddie, swearing, allusion to smut, reader being essentially a sensitive baby, some miscommunication, eddie being a softie for reader, no y/n, no physical description of reader, boys being silly, mention of throwing up/ retching, drinking (everyone is of age), it gets a little bit fluffy towards the end

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"You guys fucked??" Colette's voice booms in the car.

"Jesus Christ, Colette, the whole freeway didn't need to know that. And no, we didn't fuck" you take the exit that brings you into Daisy Street, the one towards the cafe.

"Then what? Steve keeps talking about how you guys look at each other like you wanna run to the back and fuck like bunnies" she nudges at you and you roll your eyes.

"Remind me to ask Steve to drive you to work next time, since you guys are such good friends" you smile at her.

"Yeah, whatever, so what happened?" she nibbles at her bagel.

You take a deep breath in. There are no secrets between you and Colette. "Well, he... spanked me" you hear her gasp, without giving her time to start talking you keep going; "Then he took me to his office and fingered me, but he didn't let me um...finish because I wouldn't apologize to him. Then he drove me home" you say, all in one breath.

"You kinky bitch" she laughs, a hearty laugh. After she comes down from her fit, she continues, almost like a phantom hand slapped some sense into her. "But what an asshole! Because you wouldn't apologize to him? And he drove you home?"

"I swear he's so confusing. He wouldn't let me take the bus." You just got your car back after two days without it because of a leak. You pull up into the parking lot.

"Shit, he's outside" you whisper. He's sitting on the curb, cigarette in hand, scrolling through his phone. Something tells you he isn't there to make drinks today. His hair is down and he's wearing chunky rings in both hands. You’re lucky I didn’t have my rings on. With the way you’ve been running your mouth you would’ve more than deserved it.

As much of an asshole as he is, you've been replaying the night before on a loop for the whole morning. You swallow.

"Too late to turn back and make a run for it" Colette quips as you park the car as further as possible from him.

"So what, do I just go in like 'Hey fancy seeing you here, remember when your fingers were in me last night?' or do I just ignore him?" you groan as you open your car door, grabbing your bag and jacket.

"Maybe wait for him to speak to you? I dunno. He should apologize, that was fucked" Colette says, closing the car door.

You both walk towards the cafe's front door. Eddie catches your eye immediately. Fuck it, your shift wouldn't start until two- thirty.

"Col, I'll meet you inside. Thanksgiving menu is launching soon, Steve'll have your head if you don't walk in right this second" you joke, she just nudges your shoulder and winks at you, as she disappears inside the cafe.

"Y'know" Eddie speaks, taking a long drag out of his cigarette "you shouldn't gossip about me when I can hear you from around the corner. I take it she knows?" he exhales a cloud of smoke, making you take a ragged breath at the way the smoke falls from his lips.

"Maybe you shouldn't overhear my conversations. Ever thought about that? And so what if she knows? Steve probably knows too" you spit.

"I usually don't tell Steve about the girls I fuck. Last night wasn't even a fuck, really. I just showed you what was so incredibly obvious to the naked eye, sweetheart" he puts the cigarette to his lips again.

"Which is?" you don't have patience for the slow drawl of his voice, sounding like he's just woken up. The way his fingers wrap around the cigarette, his lips puckering up as he sucks into the filter. You shiver.

"That we wanna fuck each other. Don't tell me that you're not looking at me and not thinking about what I did to you last night" Gotcha. He smiles around the cigarette.

"You really do think too highly of yourself" you sit on the curb, keeping a distance between you two.

"I've been thinking about last night the whole morning" he blurts out, putting his cigarette out on the sole of his boots “It was good, but you were kind of a bitch about me not letting you cum. Maybe you should rethink about apologizing” he smirks towards you.

“Well, I don't think last night should have happened at all" you shrug, pretending like the way he's playing with his chain bracelet isn't affecting you. He turns towards you.

"Is that so?" he says, voice a bit lower, gravelly. You inhale, then nod. 

He takes out a stack of black papers from a folder in his messenger bag, you take the chance to change the subject.

"What's that?" you ask, trying to peek over the the wall of black posters.

"The posters for the Halloween party next week. My friend Nancy just designed and printed them out for me. I scheduled you on Friday to come in and help with decorating, I'll pay you extra, since it's not in your job description. I'll talk to Jim about it" it's a lie, he just wants to spend more time with you.

"Am I required to come to this thing?" you interject, taking one of the posters in your hands, it's very well designed.

"Well, no. But the staff is invited anyway and I'm gonna be at the bar making free drinks, once a year we turn our bad boy coffee bar into a, y'know bar bar" he says, a movement of his ringed hand follows it.

"Oh, so you're a bartender too? What concoction are you gonna brew for this party, Mr. Alchemist?" you ask, chin propped on your hands. A flirtatious lilt to the way you talk, you bat your eyelashes.

"Guess you gotta come to find out" he winks and stands up, opening the side door to his van.

"Where are you going?" you ask, squinting to look at his face, the sun in your eyes.

"These posters aren't gonna hang themselves around town, are they? I just came here to hang one on the bulletin board and one on the door. Wanna come?"

You're not sure how to feel. He's suddenly being nice to you? And you wanna say yes so badly for some reason, maybe because you're tired of fighting with him and he seems like an actually cool person to be around?

"My shift starts in five minutes" you say, standing up and dusting off your butt.

He shrugs his shoulders "Consider this your shift? You're still technically helping me with the cafe" his tone is bordering a whine, can this man be that desperate to want you to come with him?

You really are pondering your options, it doesn't feel normal that you'd want to go with him instead of a chill shift without Eddie Munson's hovering eyes.

"You coming or not? And the pun was intended" he chuckles to himself as you hit him in the arm.

"You're an asshole" Alright, fuck it.

"You win" you grumble, jumping on the passenger seat of his van. The same van you were in the night before, cursing the man because he had left you unsatisfied.

In the back of the van there are stacks of boxes full of prints. You reach for the black poster he was holding earlier.

"What's 'Corroded Coffin'?"

"The band I'm in" he says, a creeping smile on his lips. Nonchalant, like he hadn't dropped a heavy piece of Eddie lore.

"'Kay so, you're a barista, a bartender, a business owner and you're in a band?!" eyes wide in disbelief as a smug expression appears on the boy's lips.

"The four b's, baby" he laughs "Me, Jeff, Gareth and another dude have been in this band since high school, tried to strike out but uhhhh different plans I guess" his shoulders rise and fall in a shrug.

"Lemme guess, you're the drummer?" you ask, finding yourself oddly at ease as he drives the car around town.

He shakes his head, his ratty curls moving around his face "Lead guitar and singer" lips pulled taut in a thin smile, face scrunched up.

"Shut the fuck up, I hate you! That's why you're so fucking slappable" he laughs at your comment as he thrums his ringed fingers along with Love me like a Reptile on the steering wheel. You gulp.

"That's why you're so good with your fingers, then?" it escapes you before you can even register what your brain is computing, but he's turning on his indicators to pull over, because he's quite literally doubled over with laughter.

"Jesus I did a number on you, didn't I sweetheart?" he says in the midst of his fit, and you can feel yourself getting hot, embarrassed, like he's making fun of you.

You really thought that things between you two had smoothed over, but the way he's laughing at you has your cheeks growing in anger, the cockiness exuding from him doesn't spur you on or stoke whatever fire you're kindling, rather it makes you feel humiliated.

You grab your bag and coat, immediately opening the latch to the door of his van. Eddie stops laughing immediately.

"Wait, what are you doing?" he asks, head jerking towards you.

“If you’re gonna be an asshole about it, then you can hang your fucking posters by yourself. I’m going back to the store to do what I am actually paid for. Fuck you, Eddie” and he barely has time to reply before you slam the door of his van and you book it back towards the cafe.

The shift feels uneventful, until Colette and Steve take you to the kitchen to sample the menu for the party.

The boy fixes the glasses on his nose as he shows you strawberry brain jellies, spider falafels, mini spiderweb pizzas, and the sketch of a big Halloween cake.

“That was Steve’s idea, actually. It’s blueberry and cream cheese filling on one tier and then I think custard on the second one. You’re gonna die, Steve’s custard is actually to die for” and he blushes at that, a quick brush of his face as his eyes twinkle at the compliment.

Steve and Colette have been spending a lot of time together after all, you chuckle to yourself as you reach for the spoons with the cream filling samples. Colette was not wrong, that custard is an incredible explosion of lemon and milk and vanilla, you're astounded that Steve and Colette were able to pull this off in such a short time.

There isn't much you can tell them, as their culinary talent greatly exceeds yours, wondering why they didn't ask Eddie to do the tasting, who seemed nowhere to be found for the rest of your shift.

On Friday, he seems to be quite busy with various movers and decoration people to even pay attention to you as Jeff stands on a ladder with you yelling "higher!" every time he tries to hang a string of lights.

"Well, I'm a barista, not a fucking architect" he yells from atop of the ladder, as Gareth rolls out a bunch of boxes sitting in a cart.

"What's that?" you ask, still making Jeff mess with the purple string lights “to the right, man!”

You hear him groan.

"Our twelve- foot skeleton" he replies, taking the plastic parts out "good thing our ceilings are tall" he snickers as Jeff finishes setting up the lights and comes down.

"Why the fuck do you have a twelve- foot skeleton?" you lean against the ladder, watching him take the bone parts out of the boxes and setting up the first few bits.

"Eddie thought it would be hilarious if we got one our first year of doing these Halloween parties. We usually get the skeleton something stupid to wear, this year it's a giant clown nose" he laughs as you move the ladder towards him to help facilitate the building of this fucking monster of a decoration.

By the time night rolls, the coffee machines have been removed for the party and replaced with liquors, spirits, glasses and shakers.

Finally Eddie comes out of his office, hair mussed out of his messy bun, eyes puffy and tired as his eyes widen at the decorated party room around him. 

Red, orange and purple lights hang around the perimeter of the walls, along with orange tulle fabric and various decorations on the theme of bats, skeletons and pumpkins. The twelve- foot skeleton stood tall in that stupid clown nose, at which he laughed at. He shot you a pained look before leaning on the bar counter. 

“Wow you guys, you’ve really outdone yourselves this year” he mutters, taking a close look around at all the decorations. 

“It was the girls, really, they’ve just been bossing us around the whole day” Gareth responds “we’ve just been their lackeys” he laughs. 

“Regardless of that, I just wanted to thank you all for the splendid job, we should be expecting around 150 people in here tomorrow night, hope you guys are ready to party. Now get the fuck out of here” Eddie says as he motions for you and everyone else to leave as the guys protest “go get some rest, it’s literally midnight”

There’s a clamor of voices as you vacate the cafe, discussing costumes for the party, how fucked up everyone’s gonna get- Eddie being the last to leave and lock the door. 

Before heading to his van, though he surpasses you, walking to your car. 

“I trust you’ll be there tomorrow? You must be fun at parties, right?” he snickers, you roll your eyes. 

“Sorry, Ed, previous engagement I have to attend to. Devastated to be missing the party of the decade, I’ll send a postcard” you unabashedly lie, there’s no reason you should be going to that party.

You give him a sour smile and head towards your car, as he stands stunned in the middle of the parking lot.

Without much ceremonies, you and Colette get in the car. 

“Are you actually not going tomorrow?” your friend is outraged, a betrayed tone tinging her words. 

“I dunno, I really don’t wanna see Eddie’s stupid face, plus I don’t have a costume” you shrug, entering the freeway. 

You could do what you’ve always done since college- a sexy cat, make Eddie sizzle a bit, an unspoken revenge towards that unsatisfactory night where he refused to push you off the edge. 

You don’t know what this is, whatever game you both are playing, a never ending tug of war of power and stupid fucking remarks at the expense of one another- why can’t you just sleep with him and get it over with? 

“I’ll get you a fucking costume, babe! Just please come, Steve is being really weird to me and trying to ask me out, I’ll buy you lunch, dinner- anything” she begs, and you don’t see why Steve asking her out should be an issue, he’s handsome and the way he looks at her and the way she talks about him seems to be special, something you’ve never had in a person. 

“Colette, I honestly do not see the problem in Steve trying to ask you out. You like him!” you bang your hands on the steering wheel in frustration, why can’t anything ever be easy?

“I like him in the sense that I want to fuck him, not go out with him. Besides, Gin isn’t going and Chrissy has a midterm Monday so she’s gonna have to dip early. Do you really wanna leave me in the middle of a pool of nerdy men?” she’s whining and pleading with you, it almost makes you fold. Almost. 

“C’mon, I wouldn’t dream of doing that to you” she bats her big eyes, and she’s right, she wouldn’t do that to you because she knows that men put you off, being surrounded by them even so. 

“Alright, fine, and you don’t have to get me a costume. Sexy cat is the way to go” you grin at her as she gets out of the car blowing you a kiss. 

“I love love love you, I’ll see you tomorrow” Colette runs inside after that. 

You can’t say no to her. 

And that’s why you find yourself in the midst of countless amounts of people, a third martini and a couple shots in and Colette is nowhere to be found. 

Eddie, on the other hand, is at the bar. Tight, black, form fitting shirt, his face looking pale and pasty as a rivulet of what looked like fake blood dripped out of his mouth. You could only see it when he smiled, but he had glued fake fangs on his incisors- a vampire, how original. 

You approach him at the bar, mind already loosened and buzzed, as he’s pouring a drink out. 

“Was expecting something more original than a vampire from you” you scream over the music. A smile creeps on his lips, and you have to admit, the fangs are really doing it for you. 

“I was expecting nothing less from you, though.Thought you weren’t coming?” he leans against the bar counter, his arms flexing from the exertion of shaking drinks for the past hour and a half. You stare, and he’s sure you are.

“Didn’t wanna come, Colette begged me to save her from Steve asking her out, so now I’m here” you take one last swig out of your martini glass “that’s really good, actually, can I have another one?”

Eddie shakes his head “Steve’s asking Colette out? When was this?”

You shrug “apparently it’s been going on for a while. Honestly, I don’t know how she does it, I would not be able to resist Steve’s cute little puppy eyes” and here it is. The drunken ramble. 

“Honestly I don’t know how you all do it, I’d be ogling at Steve and not getting any work done, actually. Have you seen his arms?” you giggle, maybe at an attempt to make Eddie jealous, maybe because those were your actual thoughts. 

Either way, that made Eddie’s stomach turn in a way that he wasn’t liking. How you were staring at Steve, in his Marty McFly costume, the tight pants and the coiffed hair- biting your lip like you weren’t talking about his best friend.

He chalked it up to drunkenness, the intoxication vivid on your blushy cheeks, as jealousy bubbled in the back of his mind, a small version of himself in his head wishing you’d talk about him like that. 

“Yeah, I’m not making you any more martinis” he says, a dry chuckle escaping him. 

“Boo, first you don’t make me cum and then you take the martinis away from me? You’re an absolute bore, Eddie Munson” and you fake yawn with that, a silly laugh follows it. 

“Sweetheart, you might not want to talk about that in a room full of people” he leans against the counter, and his fangs are looking really good in the glistening purple party lights.

“Are you suggesting we go somewhere private to talk about it?” you wiggle your eyebrows, which makes Eddie’s eyes roll. 

Taking care of your drunk self for the rest of the night is the last thing he wants to do. 

“No, I’m suggesting you go home. You’re drunk” he yells, shaking another drink and pouring it into a cup.

“I’m actually fine, thank you. I’m gonna go talk to Steve” pettily you stand up, turning away from him and booking it towards Steve, who is trying to talk to Colette. 

You don’t make it far, though as you go back to the bar wobbling, stomach churning with bile threatening to leave your mouth. 

“Eddie, I don’t feel so good” and he damns himself for how fast he comes around the bar to drag you to the employee bathroom. 

You’re kneeled on the black tile, dress hiking up your thighs as Eddie holds your hair as you fight for your life bent over the toilet. 

Eddie’s hand is running up and down your spine, the thin shirt making you feel every ridge and callus, as he feels your back flex and relax with every retch.

“It’s okay, let it out” he says, every time you tense up. You’re sobbing in between. 

Cries of “I’m sorry, Eddie” and “It’s okay, I got it, you can go” echo in the tiled room, but he stays. His hand firmly planted on your back, caressing, a stoic expression on his face when you emerge, finally done and a bit more clear- headed. 

“You good to stand up?” he asks, you nod meekly as he hooks his arms around yours, holding you up to walk to the sink. He opens the cabinet and takes out a little bottle of mouthwash, still holding an arm around you to help you stand. 

“Wash your mouth, then take some of this” you watch him bewildered as he opens the faucet, and you lean over the sink, the fresh water is a relief against the acidity your taste buds have had to endure, not caring that it would wipe some of your makeup off. 

“‘M sorry, Eddie” you mumble in a whine, between gurgling the tap water and spitting it out. 

“It’s okay, I’ll drive you home after this” he says, as he turns off the faucet and feeds you the blue liquid, watching you rinse and gargle it, spitting it out. 

“I’m okay now” you sigh, defeat in your voice as you escape from his grasp to sit down on the tiled floor. 

Concern tinges his face as he runs to sit next to you “Do you have to throw up again?” you shake your head. 

He looks at you, eyes glossy and a bit teary, your nose and cheeks reddened from the alcohol, or from the exertion of throwing up, your lips swollen. God, he really wants to kiss you. 

“Thank you, Eddie” it’s a whisper, ashamed as you look at him. Fangs and all, with the bright white fluorescents hitting him, hair mussed up and sweaty and a look in his eyes that makes you soften a bit. 

“Yeah, it’s- uh- no problem” he mumbles, he sees you shiver. He wants to put an arm around you, give you his jacket that he left in his office, but he wouldn’t dare leave you for fear of you leaving him and not coming back. 

So you just hold yourself flush against him, he’s still warm from the crowded room of bodies and smells like a smoky cologne, leathery with a hint of coffee. The fluorescent lights buzz and it’s the only sound in the bathroom and he tries to fight the urge to not put an arm around you, but when he does, you look at him. Big brown eyes staring into yours, bewildered and a little relieved, you haven’t run away yet. 

The makeup around your eyes is a bit smudged from the sobbing, stray glitter under your bottom eyelashes, he silently puts his thumb on it, getting black make-up and glitter all over his finger as his hand rests on your cheek. You blink. 

The breath in his chest is trapped, waiting with bated breath for you to come to your senses, leave him angry on the bathroom floor, like you did a few days before. 

Instead you stay, as you move in and kiss him.

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Waking up in Vegas {Chapter 1: Welcome to Hawkins.}

PAIRING: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader WC: 5k CW: Minors do not interact!! No use of y/n, use of she/her pronouns, slow burn, mentions of being drunk, memory loss due to being drunk, controlling boyfriend, SUMMARY: Waking up after your bachelorette party, you have no memory of the night before, all you know is that your engagement ring is missing, it's not your hotel room, and there is a piece of paper telling you that you're married to Eddie Munson. AUTHOR NOTES: Here it is everyone, the first part of Waking up in Vegas, feed back is very appreciated. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you once again to @entermxnson for reading it and putting up with my rambling about it. But also being the whole inspiration for the character along with your original character. Credit to @cafekitsune for the amazing divider. NEXT CHAPTER

It was nearly 2 in the afternoon when you finally opened your eyes. Your mouth tasted like ash and vodka. Your brain was fuzzy, details from the night before just out of reach. Lifting your head from the pillow, you surveyed what you could while lying on your front. Your eyes met the bright lights of the Vegas daytime. A groan fell from your lips as you let your head drop back down and turned into the pillow. 

What happened last night?

Why do you have a vague memory of a wedding chapel?

“Sleep, good.” You mumbled, turning your head from the pillow to the rest of the room. “What…?” Sitting up, you looked around the room. It wasn't your suite. Was this even your hotel? Scrambling up, you started to look for your phone, for the owner of this room, for anything!

Your phone was connected to a charger across the room by the bar. Rushing there, you picked it up and looked at it. Twenty-four missed calls. Panic set in as you began to look through your missed calls. Your best friend called you sixteen times, your other friends a mix of four times, and then there was your fiancé Adam, he'd called. Did he know something? 

You questioned who to call first. Jenny could fill in the blanks. You scrolled to her number, your finger hovering over the call button. However, you noticed something. Sat on your left ring finger instead of your engagement ring was a skull ring. Dropping the phone, you lifted your hand to look at the ring. It wasn’t ugly, just not so much your style, closer to something you'd wear than the weird band that Adam got you and called an engagement ring. Your blood ran cold as you stared at it, as your fingers ran over the skull, hoping to remember even a breadcrumb from last night.

A sharp knock on the door caused you to drop your hand and look up at the high-powered-looking woman with a headset. “Yes sir, on it.” She held her finger up to tell you one moment. Raising an eyebrow, you felt annoyed. She barged in and then was too busy to talk to you?“I'm about to talk to her now, okay? Have a good time.” She smiled as she spoke on the phone. It quickly dropped as she turned to look at you. Oh great, a bitch.

“Hi, I'm Tammy Thompson. I’m  Mr. Munson’s assistant. I'm here to tell you it's time to get out and back into whatever hole you crawled out of. I can't stand you groupies.” She said, rolling her eyes and tutting.

“Excuse me? What gives you the right to talk to me like that?” You couldn't help but feel anger. Who did she think she was? “Look, I woke up here. I have no memory of last night, and I don't even know whose damn room this is!” Your head was pounding. You wanted to get out of here as much as she wanted you gone, but you needed answers.

“You're in Eddie Munson’s hotel room, lead singer of Corroded Coffin. Mr. Munson would've been here to throw you out himself, but his best friend is getting married soon. He had to be on the first flight back to Indiana this morning.” This girl had an attitude. You couldn’t tell if she was jealous about you being in here or she was simply a damn bitch.

“Wait… did you say, Eddie Munson?” The question left your lips. You looked at the ring again. You knew that ring. You’d stared at it while watching your favourite band play music. 

“Yes, I did. Now you have five minutes to get your shit and get out of here!” She told you before turning to leave. “Oh, and don't take anything that isn't yours, I'll know.” She walked out and shut the door.

“Fucking bitch.” You grumbled. Picking up your phone, you looked around for your bag and went through it. Finding a piece of paper folded neatly, you pulled it out and looked at it. It was a marriage certificate, and the names were yours and Eddie. 

“Come on, time is up!” Tammy said, walking back into the room. It hadn't even been five minutes.

“I need to find my boots.” You weren’t leaving without your Doc Martens with the flowers up the side. They were your favourite shoes. Tammy tutted as you walked around looking for them. 

“You have them, get out.” 

“I'd fire your ass if I was your boss.” You growled before walking out, bag and shoes in hand. You'd sort them in the lobby. You didn't care. You simply needed to get out of this damn room.

You sat in the corner of the lobby. You put on your boots and took deep breaths. You'd gotten married last night. How were you meant to tell your fiancé that? Getting up, you left the hotel and got your phone out. You called Jenny, swallowing hard, as you waited for her to answer.

“Where the hell have you been? I've been worried sick!” You smiled at the sound of her voice.

“I'll explain when I get there. I'm on my way to the hotel now. Jen, I'm going to need your help.” You told her as you flagged down a cab to take you to the hotel you and your friends were staying at.

“Whatever you need, I'll meet you in your room. The girls are sunbathing right now, I told them you were asleep, food poisoning.” You could always rely on her.

“Thanks, Jen, I'm getting in a cab now. See you soon.” You hung up the phone and sighed, What a morning. 

You were soon back in your room. Jen was there waiting with a bottle of water and some pain relief. 

“You're a star. You're such a star.” You said, putting down your bag and taking the painkillers with the water.  

“So, what happened last night? I stepped outside to call Danny. You know, to reassure him that his pitch would go well. When I came back in, you were gone.” Jen said as she lounged on your bed.

“I don't know…” You admit as you sit on the edge of the bed. “But I found this in my bag.” You pulled out your marriage certificate and handed it to Jenny. 

There was a moment of silence. The pair of you just stared at the piece of paper.

“This is real…”

“Yep.”

“You got married.”

“Yeah…”

“You're getting married in six weeks.”

“I know.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don't know Jen.” 

You throw yourself back on the bed. Your hands cover your face partly to shield the light, to hide your face from the world.

“You have to tell Adam.”

“I can't!”

“What do you mean you can't? Me and Danny tell each other everything!”

“I can't because he didn't want me to come on this trip. I can't tell him that I got married!” You groan. 

“Right… maybe you could get it annulled?”

Sitting up, you look at Jen. as a plan forms in your head. You get up and start packing your stuff.

“What are you doing?” She asks, confused.

“I go to Hawkins. I know he's there. I get him to sign the papers, then boom! I'm free to marry Adam.” You tell her as you grab a change of clothes. “Here's my credit card. Will you book me on the next flight, okay?” You tell Jen before running to the bathroom to shower and change.

“Is it booked?” You questioned as you stepped out of the bathroom, brushing your hair.

“Yeah, but I feel like you're crazy for doing this.” 

“I need to do this. I will be there and back.”

“I get that, but you're going alone… let me come with you.” 

You shook your head, walked over to her, and hugged her tightly. You appreciated her concern, and you did. But you had to do this, and you couldn't help but admit that you were excited about the prospect of an adventure.

“I'll be okay, alright?” You assured her as you pulled out of the hug. “I'm going to call Adam and tell him my deadline for my book got moved forward. I'll tell him you are helping me with the wedding while I'm gone and that any big decisions have to be emailed to me, okay?” 

“But… what?”

“I love you. I'll call you when I land. I'll be gone for less than a week.” You promised before you grabbed your bags and left. Jenny stood there stunned, surprised that you were doing this and that she couldn't talk you out of at least not going alone.

You couldn't believe you were doing this. You could feel your heart thumping hard as you drove to the airport. The main thing you feared was telling Adam you were going away for a few days. He never liked it when you left. You didn't like it much either, to be honest, but you were doing what you had to do so that you could still get married. It was all arranged. Guests were flying in from around the country. You couldn't back out now because you'd done something stupid while drunk.

Getting a coffee (once you checked in), you found yourself somewhere to sit and took a deep breath while waiting for your flight. You took your phone out and stared at the screen. Another four phone calls from Adam. You rubbed your head and tried to prepare yourself to lie to your fiancé.

“Where the fuck have you been? I've been calling you all fucking morning!” 

“I've been unwell.” Maybe lying to Adam wouldn’t be hard at all.

“What the fuck do you mean? Nursing a hangover?” He snapped at you.

“No, I had food poisoning. Jen warned me not to eat gas station sushi.” You forced an awkward laugh. Adam was silent. You held the phone tightly.

“Listen, my publisher called. They're bringing forward the date of my book. So I'm going away for a few days to finish it.” You explained, holding the phone from your ear, ready for him to yell.

“We're getting married in six weeks, you need to finish planning the Damn wedding. Never mind your fucking book.”

His words hurt. He never seemed to want you to have a career, and this was a big deal to you.  He didn't give a fuck. It hurt every time the conversation came up. 

“I have to go. My flight is boarding.” You hung up before he could say anything else. You sat there staring at the floor, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. You couldn't help but wonder if this marriage to a stranger was a sign from the universe telling you that you shouldn’t marry Adam. You'd had so many thoughts about it lately, so much doubt bubbled inside. But everyone told you it was simply nerves.

“Are you ready for your surprise?” Jenny questioned as the girls piled into your room carrying champagne and a bottle of tequila.

“Uhh, I think so.” You glanced at the girls, each with a knowing smirk. Jenny stepped forward and offered you an envelope.

“Happy bachelorette party Sweetie.”

You never wanted to come to Vegas. It was so very out of your comfort zone. You had wanted to go to a spa, maybe a trip to London for a few days. There were things you’d do instead of Vegas. They insisted. You had no choice, and they bullied you into it.

Ripping the envelope, you pulled out the tickets and looked at them. Your mouth fell open as you stared at the name, the date, and the venue.

“You got me corroded coffin tickets? For tonight for the intimate session.” You managed to say slowly, shock clear on your face.

“We wanted to give you a night you'll remember.” The girls couldn't help but giggle, almost like they knew something you didn't.

“Thank you!” You stood up and threw your arms around Jenny. You knew it was her who had arranged this.

“They were sold out. How did you?” You asked as you pulled back and looked at the artwork on the tickets.

“Danny, his company did some work for one of Eddie Munson’s friends. He asked on my behalf, and they called Eddie himself. here we are in Vegas with tickets.” Jenny explained as she started to hand out glasses to everyone.

“A night to remember.” Arianna, one of your other bridesmaids, said, holding up her glass. You all clinked the glasses together and drank the champagne. 

“Let's go girls.”

Arriving in Hawkins, the sun had long since set. You found yourself fighting the uneasy feeling bubbling in your stomach. The small town made you think of horror books that you'd read cover to cover. A small town with a stranger arriving, seemed like the start of one of them.

The satnav directing you toward your hotel. A need to put your head down bubbling inside of you. But you seemed to have missed it again and again because you didn't see it on the street. Parking in frustration, you climbed out of the car and headed to the grocery store across the street. Praying, someone inside could help you find where you were going.

“Yes, I have the popcorn, and yes I'm on my way.” 

As you headed inside, your head full of thoughts, you collided with someone. Their groceries spilt on the floor.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry.”

“No, it's okay. I wasn't looking where I was going.” 

The pair of you bend down to pick up the items.The brown-haired girl tells you that you don't need to help, but you can't help but feel responsible and help her pick it all up.

“You're not from around this area, are you?” The brunette asks once you are both stood up, with her holding her bag.

“Is it that obvious?” You can't help but bite your lip nervously.

“Yeah. But I mean that I know most people around my age. We all went to the same high school.” 

“Small town…” You mumble.

“I'm Robin, welcome to Hawkins. How long are you staying for?”

You smile as she holds out her hand. Taking it and shaking you tell her your name. Unsure how to answer the rest.

“Not long, I have some business… which I can't even start because I can't find my hotel. Do you know where the Hawkins Inn is?”

Robin grinned, nodding and gave the instructions. It was just a damn road, that you'd driven down that road three times. How could you have missed it repeatedly?

“Thanks, hopefully, I'll be able to find it.”

“No problem, have a nice night.”

“Wait!”

Robin looked surprised at your outburst.

“Sorry… umm I'm trying to find someone while I'm here, I do you think you could help me with that?”

“Sure, what's the name?”

“Eddie Munson.” 

You watched Robin tense up slightly as she looked at you. You weren't sure if she realised.

“Name doesn't ring a bell, sorry.”

“Oh, no worries. Thanks anyway.” You smiled and walked off into the store, as the conversation ended.

Robin watched you as you disappeared into the store. Sshe pulled out her phone and dialled a number.

“Steve, Is Eddie there yet?”

“I thought you were on your way. You forgot the popcorn didn't you?”

“Shut up Dingus! Is Eddie there yet?”

“No, he's not. What's going on Robin?”

“Warn him there's another one.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Steve, are you questioning me?”

“I just..”

“Steve, she's hot, dressed in Doc Martens, ripped jeans, and a band t-shirt. She's one of them and asked if I knew him.”

“Alright, I'll tell him he's just arrived with Dustin. I'll let him know.”

“Remind him to warn Wayne this time too!”

“Okay, hurry up I am hungry.”

You walked into the Inn, food in hand and suitcase in the other. It was cute, stuck in the eighties. You looked around as you made your way to the desk. Ringing the bell, a guy with scruffy hair that smelled of weed scrambled out from the back.

“Welcome to the Hawkins Inn. My name is Jonathan. How can I help you?”

“I was hoping to get a room?”

“Well, that is what it's here for. How many nights?”

“Umm, can we go day by day? I'm not sure how long I'll be here.”

“Sure, just fill this out.” He said, slipping across a piece of paper. Filling it out, you glanced at him as he rocked back and forth in his heels. 

“Here.” 

Slipping across the paper, you looked at him curious if you could take advantage of the fact that he was high as a Damn kite.

“Hey, don't suppose you know where I can find the Munson family would you?”

“Oh yeah, Wayne lives in Forest Hill Trailer Park.”

“Thank you.” You say as you hand him your credit card for him to run. You had a lead. Thank god for that. This time tomorrow,it would be all over.

“No problem.”

You turned to walk away, and he grabbed your arm.

“You forgot your card.” 

“Thanks, Jonathan.” 

Taking your bank card, and room key. You slipped one into your wallet and carried the other. Making your way upstairs, you searched for your room. You couldn’t wait for your shower, and to fall into bed.

You slept like a log. Resting your head on the pillow after eating caused you to crash out pretty quickly. It was no surprise, that after all you'd been through, when you woke up to see it was almost eleven. 

You showered and dressed quickly, knowing you needed to get moving. You left your hair down, wanting it to dry naturally. Getting your bag ready for the day, you let out a small sigh as the nerves started to rise. Glancing at yourself in the mirror as you finished your makeup, you weren't sure if you were nervous or scared about what you were about to do.

By the time you got to the lobby, you knew the answer. You were terrified about this; the idea of having to face Eddie when you had no real memory of meeting him made your stomach twist and turn. Faking a smile, you nodded at the clerk behind the counter. 

“Could you charge another night to my room, please.” You questioned handing over the card for your room. They nodded simply and sorted it before you left for your car. 

Getting inside, you took a deep breath and put in the address to the satnav as you took some deep breaths. The trailer park wasn’t that far away. Following the route you found yourself at the trailer park in no time. The only problem was you had no idea which was the Munson’s. 

You drove around searching for the mailbox that said Munson. You must've circled that place three or four times searching for the right place. You needed to find it. Needed to be at the right place.

Pulling over, you stared at the old battered mailbox, butterflies bubbling up in your stomach. Climbing out of the car, you tried to prepare yourself, but nothing could however. Reaching for the door, you knocked. You felt as if you could hardly breathe. A familiar sick feeling began to rise inside you.

“Yeah? What do you want?” Asked a middle aged man, as he opened the door. You couldn’t help but study him, short hair, beard, plaid shirt and jeans. Wayne Munson.

“Hi, I'm looking for Eddie Munson.”

The man rolled his eyes. He looked at you as if you were something he'd stepped in.

“Another one of you, really? I'm getting really fucking fed up. If it's not reporter’s it's groupies. I will tell you what I tell all of you. Fuck off!”

He went to slam the door in your face. You felt rather startled by his outburst. You just stood there frozen; as the door shut.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked again. 

“What part of fuck off do you not understand?” Wayne yelled at you as he opened the door again.

“Please…” You managed to say.

“I've heard it all before. Please I am his biggest fan. Please, I just want to see his room. Please can you just give me some comments about his childhood? Listen girl, there is nothing you can say that will make you invite you inside.” 

“I'm not a reporter or a groupie. I am a writer, I write fiction,, but that's beside the point.  Also a fan, but that's beside the point. I need to find him. I married him in Vegas. My wedding is in six weeks, please.”

Wayne stopped. He stared at you, with a look of surprise. That was a new one for him. He couldn't help but feel shocked by this. 

“I'm going to need proof,” Wayne told you as he leaned on the doorway. He folded his arm’s across his chest, unsure of how truthful you were.

“I have our certificate and ring.” You held your hand out to show him the ring that you hadn't taken off yet. You weren't going to until you had your engagement ring back. Pulling out the paper, you opened it and showed him.

“Fucking hell Eddie,” Wayne mumbled as he looked at the certificate and rubbed his face.

“Do you know where I can find him? It's important.” 

“Yeah, but why not come in and have a coffee first? We can talk for a little, I can know what it's like to have a niece-in-law.” 

You laughed gently and nodded.

“I'd appreciate that, thank you.” You said as you stepped into the trailer.

Your eyes scanned around the childhood home of Eddie Munson. It was a nice place. It felt very homely. You were never one to judge where people lived. It wasn't your style. The only you ever cared about were people being happy and healthy. You noticed a couple of pictures of Eddie on the wall and couldn't help but look at them. 

You stopped on one picture, the girl from last night with Eddie and a few other people. It made sense she was tense because she was protecting her friend. You weren't mad at her. You couldn't be. You'd have done the same.

“That's Eddie and his friends when he graduated.”

You smiled. They looked happy. Especially Eddie. 

“It was just before he became famous,” Wayne explained as he walked over and handed you a coffee. “Three times to graduate,  he did it. He never gave up.” 

“Was that after the… incident?” Any Eddie fan worth their weight knew the incident. A few years ago, Eddie was accused of killing several people in Hawkins, it turned out it was the person blaming him that was the real killer.

“Yeah, it was. I'm not sure if Eddie truly healed from that. I know he still has the scars on his body from Jason, but mentally seeing someone murdered stays with you.”

Chrissy Cunningham was Jason’s first victim. She and Eddie were sort of friends. That was what you understood. Must of been incredibly hard.

“I imagine so. He overcame it and got revenge in fantastic style. Everyone knows his name. He's a worldwide icon now and from what you said people show up here trying to meet him.”

You smiled gently and sat down with him. He simply smiled and nodded at your words. You had a lot of questions and wanted to keep talking about Eddie’s past. You needed to find Eddie.

“So you and Eddie got married. Why didn't he bring you to Dustin’s wedding?”

You laughed an awkward sort of laugh, truth time seemed.

“I think he wanted to leave me with Tammy.”

Wayne winced and laughed. “That bitch, she's jealous of Eddie’s fame and takes it out on everyone else.”

“I noticed. But the truth is, I don't even remember meeting Eddie. Or marrying him.”

Wayne looked at you confused. You sighed, telling him the story about what happened. You bit your lip as you finished, struggling to make eye contact with him.

“That sounds about right for my boy, though I have to say if he did something crazy; there would've been a reason. Normally he has a pretty good one.”

“Do you know where I can find him? I need to get this annulled before I get married in six weeks. Truth is, I haven't even been to a lawyer yet. I don't know if it's possible to, but I need to find him.” 

Wayne smiled and nodded softly. “I get it. You need to see him and get it all sorted. I imagine your fiancé isn't too happy with this.”

“He doesn't even know.” You admitted. 

“Oh, let's get this sorted as fast as possible for you.” 

“Thank you, Wayne.”

Wayne grinned and told you that you were welcome. You chatted for a while, drinking coffee and simply getting to know each other. He was a kind man. You were sure Eddie was very fond of him.

“He should be at a suit fitting right now, so I'd recommend going there. If he isn't there, call me.” Wayne said as he wrote down his number for you. 

“I will, thank you, Wayne.” You repeated as you stood up. “Thank you for the coffee to. First time in a long time, it's been perfect.” You admitted, he grinned. 

“You're welcome. Now go on before he leaves there.” 

As you left, he told you the name of the store. You hoped you'd be there in time, hoped that you'd not miss him. You drove to the store a little faster than you should of. This was the first solid lead you had to rush. It was on a time limit.

Stepping into the store, you looked around not able to find him. You had a rush of memory as you saw a bride and her mother looking at dresses. She was so happy, so giddy. You didn't remember that feeling. You'd been nervous and awkward. You’d struggled to get excited, it was more Jenny and your mother who were excited. 

Shaking your head, you looked around for someone who worked there. Spotting them looking around, clearly judging all customers. You rolled your eyes. Walking over to the worker, you smiled. 

“Hi, I was wondering if you had a groom and party in?”

The woman looked at you like you were some sort of freak. It was almost as if she thought you were a stripper or something.

“My husband is in the group, He forgot his wallet.” Lying seemed to be getting a little easier, but then he was your husband. You just had no idea about his wallet.

“Oh, you mean the Henderson party. I'm afraid they left about ten minutes ago.” She replied with a sneer, causing you to scrunch your nose.

“Oh, okay. Thank you anyway.” You replied, killing her with kindness.

Stepping outside, you sighed. Ten minutes too late, of course, you were. Frustration seeped into you as you walked back to your car. You pulled out your phone on the way and called Wayne. 

“Hey, he'd already left when I got here.”

“Damn. I'm sorry. I'll call Eddie, get him to meet you somewhere, okay? It will save you from being given the run around after him all day.”

“Okay, thank you for this Wayne,”

“No problem, I'll call once I have a meeting place.”

Eddie

Getting into his truck with Steve and Dustin, the group were laughing and joking. They'd just tried on their suits for the wedding, not really Eddie’s style. But as Dustin had said whatever his Suziepoo wanted; she got. Even if it was a weird powder blue.. 

Sometimes Eddie wondered if it was actually Dustin’s choice and Suzie was just the poor scapegoat for his poor taste. 

“I still think I should be the best man,” Steve mumbled as he leaned back.

“This is the deal, Steve, he's mine, you are his, I'm yours. Remember, friends' style.” 

“Did you honestly give this deal a nickname, Henderson?” Eddie asked chuckling..

“Of course he did, and it's where he got the idea from.” 

The boys laughed together as Eddie’s phone started to ring. 

“If it's Tammy, I'm making muppet noises!” Steve declared as they waited for Eddie to answer the phone.

“This is Eddie Munson, bestest best man so much more than Steve speaking. How can I help you?”

“Hi, Eddie.”

“Uncle Wayne, hey! What's going on?” Eddie asked with a grin. “Sorry, I haven't been over yet, Dustin, and Suziepoo have had me running ragged.”

He got a hit for that from Dustin.

“It's alright. You're busy as long as you come to see me before you go. Anyway, I've had a young woman here today.”

“I don't want to know about your sex life,” Eddie said, making a grossed-out face and making the guys laugh.

“Eddie.”

“Yeah?” He asked. His tone becoming serious, as he heard the tone in Wayne’s voice.

“Your wife is looking for you.”

The truck fell silent. The guys stared at Eddie as he moved his hand to the ring hanging around his neck next to his guitar pick.

“Eddie?”

Hearing Wayne's voice again, Eddie snapped out of his trance.

“Y-yeah?”

“She's trying to find you. I said I'd give her a location. Where do you want to meet her?”

“Enzos, 8 o'clock. I'll make the reservation under Baggins.”

“I'll tell her, she seems nice.”

“Yeah, she is,” Eddie mumbled gently.

“Bye, son.”

“Bye.”

The line went dead, the truck was silent for a moment before Steve leaned forward and looked at Eddie.

“So, who was your best man?”

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[lady-lostmind]

Game Night(s)

for Stobin Month prompt: Punk

Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this!

WC: 309 | Rating: G

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Robin groans, grabbing up all the notebooks and pieces of paper scattered across the dining table and piling them on one corner, pushing a bunch of little figurines across the table, grumbling under her breath. Steve comes in with a cheery smile before he glances across the table and his face drops. 

“Rob! What did you do?” Steve rushes over and tries to put things back on the table. 

Robin gestures in front of her. “This stuff has been taking up the whole table for like two weeks! I want to sit down and eat at my table! I can’t even set my own shit down! Your gremlin boyfriend and punkass kids are taking over the whole place with their nerd game!” 

Steve sighs, putting his hands on his hips. “They have one night left before the campaign is finished, Rob.” 

Robin groans, “Then let them do it at Eddie’s apartment!” 

Steve pouts. “I like having everyone here, though.” 

Robins sighs, her heart dropping a little. She knows how important being in the middle of everything is to Steve. “I know. I’m sorry just–” She gestures at the mess piled on the table. “It’s a little overwhelming. Can we just–”

The front door opens and Eddie strides in with a cocky grin, freezing when he realizes he just walked in on something, and his eyes flick to the table, going wide. “What happened to my map?” 

Robin rolls her eyes. “I moved it.” 

Eddie’s mouth drops open. “The kids are going to be here in like an hour! I would have cleaned it up after tonight!”

Robin sighs. “I DIDN’T KNOW!”

The door opens again and Dustin walks in, immediately squawking when he sees the table, turning to Steve in shock. “STEVE!” He points to the table. 

Robin shakes her head, walking out of the room. “You’re all crazy.

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[eddies-artofsuffering]

[An abridged excerpt☕️ feat. Steddie & Jargyle]

Eddie spends the entire morning telling Jonathan and Argyle about the date with Steve.

Or rather, the not-date. Whatever.

It was sweet, Eddie reports. Bless Argyle for timidly asking what 'sweet' entails, obviously trying not to pry too much. Jonathan is inscrutable as usual, but he too is gagging to hear it, Eddie can tell. Tricksy little bastardses.

So he complies, of course, and gives them the rundown in between grinding up the beans, tamping, and taking the orders. How gentle Steve was the whole night, how beautiful he was. No, they didn't go to Pound Town, Argyle, shut the fuck up, this is love we’re talking about! Eddie’s in love, okay?

“How do you know?” Argyle asks (after grumbling for a minute about how a trip to Pound Town and being in love aren’t mutually exclusive).

“Know what?”

“That it’s love.”

Jonathan doesn’t miss a beat, facing his boyfriend. “How did you know?” And it’s Argyle’s turn to say, “Know what?”

“That you were in love with me. How did you know, Argyle?”

“I don’t know? I just knew!”

“Fine,” Jonathan rolls his eyes, handing over a drink to a customer (who’s looking absolutely invested in this conversation, nosey as hell) with a tight-lipped smile. “When did you know?”

“I can’t pinpoint that!” Ha, he's so in trouble. It’s so uncharacteristic for Argyle to be panicking like this. Eddie can’t stop cackling. “Jonny, you know it was easy as breathing to fall in love with you, right?”

“Yea? Well, I can pinpoint the moment.” Jonathan’s gaze is somewhere above all of them, somewhere high to the left, and his soft smile is growing. Looking very much like a forgetful granddad reminiscing about his pre-war sweetheart for the 19th time before lunch. “It was early. We weren’t really together by then. We were about to order pizza. That night was the first time you admitted to me that your favourite pizza topping was pineapple, remember? And how everyone gives you so much shit for loving it, how they call it a freak choice. You looked so shy but like, indignant about this-” (Jonathan trembles a little; context clues say he’s overwhelmed with fondness, but he looks as though he’s seething) “-which, I had just told you that I wasn’t a fan of, either. And you still told me about it. And then you said something that I’d never forget.”

“Hm? What did I say?”

“‘I know it’s not for everyone, but you make me feel good about my choice,” Jonathan recites, blinking slowly. The next customer in line gasps and claps a hand over her mouth, forgetting to take out her credit card, engrossed in the story. The iPad POS system continues to scream for sweet mercy as Jonathan takes a step closer, gently grabbing Argyle’s hand. “What you said stayed with me because that’s how you made me feel about everything I like. You still do. I just couldn’t believe that you felt the same.”

Argyle squeezes their joined hands. “Yea, dude, I remember now. I just wanted to spend time with you ‘cause the only one I could really relax with. I didn’t really need pineapple. Or pizza, even, at all. You were what I wanted.”

“Yea, that’s what you said then too.” Jonathan’s normally-inexplicable face is a lot more explicable now. That is a sickening pair of heart eyes if Eddie’s ever seen one. “I didn’t want you to change for me, Argyle. Just wanted you to be comfortable telling me what you want. Felt so lucky that you could feel that way around me.”

“But you hate pineapple on your pizza.”

“Well, you love it. The point is, I was willing to give it a second chance for you. And I had this trust - that you wouldn’t like me any less if I hated it,” Jonathan chuckles softly. “You made me feel like it was okay to just be myself. That’s when I knew it was love, because - I knew I couldn’t be everyone’s first choice, but I wanted to be yours. I wanted to be your pineapple. Your freak choice.”

“Broseph,” Argyle chokes, now tearing up, ignoring Eddie’s groans. He doesn’t even move out of the way when Eddie snatches the credit card out of the POS and hands it to the customer, who is now dabbing the corners of her eyes. The fuck. 

“Never call me that again,” Jonathan rasps, equally as teary. “I’ll always order another pie just for you.”

“Can I change my answer? I want that to be my moment too - I mean, I knew I was in love with you before that, but that is so damn romantic, dude, I love you so much, what are you doing to me-”

Uh, hello?? This was supposed to be Eddie’s moment about Steve?! He’s not even done yet with the debrief!! That Eddie’s ready to get hurt again if something goes south, but there’s no indication that anything is wrong at the moment, which is pretty frightening in and of itself. It’s insane how comfortable it feels!! Don’t you wanna hear?!

It’s clear they no longer give a shit, now totally in their weird little bubble, just standing close with their foreheads touching, furiously whispering something unintelligible to each other. Fucking lovebirds. Eddie rolls his eyes.

The door chimes at that moment, and before Eddie even looks over at the entrance, he instinctively knows it’s noon and that it’s Steve at the door. He remembers belatedly, that in the midst of flustered chaos and his coworkers’ revolting love confessions, he’s forgotten to make Steve’s little drink and put away the blueberry crumble. Oops.

Indeed, when Eddie checks the time, it is 12 o’clock sharp. Punctual fuckin’ bastard. Clockwork. 

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[repentarium]

Hey besties, new chapter! One more to go after this and maybe an epilogue.

snippet below, full chapter in AO3 linked above.

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xoxo

The first thing Steve feels when he wakes up is that soil-rich nerve ache in his arm, the way it throbs from shoulder to fingertip. His muscles twitch and cramp when he flexes, testing.

The second thing he feels is the way his face is pressed against warm skin and the stiff new cotton of a tee shirt that came from a bag, rising with breath and a steady heartbeat drumming underneath.

The pain wasn't a surprise, but Steve hadn't expected the way he and Eddie were so crammed against each other, or how comfortable it felt. He wouldn’t have thought that a pulse would be such a relief, either, to feel so warm and calm from proof of life.

He lifts his head from Eddie's chest. The movement and the wince and groan as he takes note of just how poorly his demobat bites are really doing (and the throbbing in his head, the amount of blood on the sheets and their clothes that escaped from various wounds in the night, the frigid temperature outside of the warmth of the bed…) causes Eddie to stir and grumble and pull the blanket over his head.

Steve hopes he got some decent rest.

Everyone was a little preoccupied with the apocalypse, and with Steve and his obvious injuries, but Eddie had literally died. He’d received the all-clear from big government afterwards, but they didn’t even see the fucked-up claws Vecna apparently had in him, the way he had poured into all the dark little nooks and crannies in his brain and made himself at home. For weeks. Then there were the fights and burns and cracked ribs that came after he didn’t die, when he had someone else at the wheel sometimes.

Steve has a dark and painful memory of waking up to a thumping noise in his bedroom and seeing Eddie standing over his bed. At first he’d thought it was some sort of sleepwalking episode; they hadn’t figured out that anything extra weird was going on with him yet, so he was just crashing in a spare room at Steve’s house while he recovered; he'd come in a few times to wake Steve up for this or that, company after a nightmare or a question about the AC. This time, though, Steve had watched blurry and confused as Eddie smiled at him, teeth shining and eyes glinting silver in the light of the moon filtering through Steve's bedroom window, and slammed his hand in the top drawer of his dresser with a stomach-rolling crunch. Again. And a couple more times, before Steve could throw him to the ground and hold him down while he laughed up in his face.

Long after he came to that night and cried himself to sleep, after the later attempted arsons and violence and a whole party bag of bad tricks, Argyle had hit him with the fucking pizza van. If all those horrors weren't bad enough, that’s when they tied him up in the Upside Down boathouse and left him for days on end. His friends, people who were supposed to protect him, and all they could do was bring him pop-tarts and water and hope the filthy air didn’t have lasting effects on human lungs. God, Steve felt so guilty about all of it, but they didn’t know what else to do. He tried to apologize, talking to him in the boathouse before the… the kiss, but Eddie had laughed it off with pain in his eyes and blood in his teeth and said he didn’t really remember the stuff that he was in the backseat for anyway.

Steve doesn’t know how true that is, but that’s something to talk about later. Maybe the government has a special therapist for things like being possessed by nightmare demons from a hell dimension and tormenting your friends, but it seems a little niche. Hopefully it’s niche. God.

He just knows Eddie has to be feeling the repercussions of it all, emotionally and mentally as well as physically; he doesn’t think he’ll be able to forget about all the mottled skin he saw last night. He regards the lumpy shape under the stained and creased blankets and wishes again that they could all take a vacation somewhere warm and normal and safe.

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The Outlaw Torn - Part Four (Stranger Things)

Yeah I'm resurrecting this one again (fnar) - I can't help myself, I know I should stop before it gets shit but I'm having too much fun running with this idea! I'll have a whole season 5 script done at this rate! KAS THEORY / VAMPIRE EDDIE is everything!!

Find parts 1 to 3 here!

CW: spoilers for the season 4, some mild swearing, that's about it.

Word count: 2,661 words.

Image courtesy of Netflix.

“God, Steve, I swear if you do not cheer up, I will strangle you myself!”

Steve lifted his eyes from the beer bottle in front of him to Robin’s exasperated face. “Sorry,” he said flatly. “I guess I’m just not feeling it tonight.”

“You haven’t been ‘feeling it’ any night for weeks,” Robin retorted. “Ever since…” She trailed off, her cheeks colouring, then continued in a rapid babble. “I mean I get it, we’ve all been through some major trauma and our lives have changed forever again, but I really think that if you would just try to have a little fun, you might start to feel better.” She looked around the crowded kitchen, where high schoolers mingled with older kids and took full advantage of the unpoliced alcohol on offer. Music was blaring in the living room and she could see bodies moving in time to the beat through the open doorway. Bowls of chips and snacks and cans and bottles littered the countertops in the kitchen and were being plundered remorselessly by the people struggling to hold conversations over the voices of everyone else. “I mean, there are plenty of hot girls here and you haven’t even spoken to any of them!”

“I’m not in the mood,” Steve replied.

“You’re always in the mood!” Robin argued. “You’re like, permanently on the lookout for Miss Right!” When Steve just scowled, she sighed and dropped her voice. “You’re not still thinking about Nancy, are you? I know I was encouraging you two to you know, revisit your old romance, but she’s clearly chosen to stay with Jonathan, so…”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Give it a rest, Rob.” He paused, winced at the harshness of his own tone, then added, “I’m sorry, it’s not your fault. I just … You’re right.”

Robin’s expression grew sympathetic. “Talk to me,” she urged, reaching out to put her hand over his.

Steve took a deep breath. “Well, you’ve got Vicky now,” he began, “And that’s great, it really is, but it just reminds me that I’m still stuck on my own. You have Vicky, and Nancy has Jonathan, and I’m alone.”

“Well you’re never going to find someone if you stand there looking miserable all the time,” Robin said gently.

“I know. But…” Steve groaned and shook his head. Lifting the bottle in his hand to his lips, he took a big swig, emptying it, then set it aside. “I never told you,” he said. “Eddie said something to me while we were in the … the other place.” 

Robin said nothing, but leaned forward, allowing Steve to talk quietly.

“He said that … Well, he said a lot,” Steve said with a small smile, “But what he essentially said was that … that he thought Nancy still had feelings for me. ‘True love’, he called it. And I guess I got that stuck in my head, and I just thought that Nancy would … Choose me.” His voice dropped at the end , so quiet that Robin almost didn’t catch the words. “I really think I love her, Rob, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Steve,” she said sadly. “I wish you’d told me sooner.”

He shrugged. “You’re right though,” he went on. “She’s made her choice. Moping around feeling sorry for myself isn’t going to help. I should be trying to get over her. Move on. Have fun.”

Robin shrugged. “It’s got to be better than being miserable,” she replied. Her eyes fell on something behind him, and she smiled. “No time like the present, right?”

Steve frowned. “I guess. Why?”

“There’s a girl over there who is de-vouring you with her eyes right now.”

Steve froze. “Is she cute?”

Robin gave a thoughtful hum. “She’s … not your usual kind of conventionally cute, she’s kind of got a bit of a waifish charm, but … yeah, she’s cute.”

“Waifish charm?” Steve glanced over his shoulder and chuckled. “Oh, I see.” He turned back and swiped a fresh bottle of beer. “Screw it. Back on the horse, right?”

“That’s my boy,” Robin beamed, giving him an encouraging punch on th shoulder. “Go have fun.”

Spinning on his heel, Steve tried to recover some of his old swagger, one hand rising to check his hair as he headed over to the girl. As Robin had said, she was pale and bright-eyed, giving her a fragile, almost ethereal look. But she was dressed in a cute dress and she had a drink in her hand, and she was watching him with a hungry look and a shy smile that didn’t quite go together. As he reached her her smile widened, revealing white teeth. “Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” Steve replied. “So my friend says you’ve been watching me.”

The girl dropped her eyes bashfully. “Maybe,” she replied. “Maybe I’ve had a crush on you for ages, and maybe I was working up the courage to come over to you.”

Steve smiled. “Well, now you don’t have to,” he said. “So what’s your name?”

“Debbie,” the girl replied.

………..

Eddie leaned against the wall behind him and took a long drag on his cigarette. It didn’t really do anything for him any more, but old habits died hard. Looking at the sky, he saw from the position of the moon that some time had passed. He supposed that by now, Debbie was off doing the job he had given her. Now he had to do his. The problem was, he was having a little trouble getting himself to do it.

To his right was the darkened window of Dustin’s bedroom. Where he stood pressed against the wall, Eddie knew he couldn’t be seen, but that didn’t matter since Dustin was asleep. Eddie knew this because he could hear his slow breathing through the slightly open window. He’d never been to Dustin’s house before, but he’d given him rides home after DnD games before, so he’d known where to find it. It hadn’t been hard finding the right window either, since the moment he got close he could smell Dustin’s scent almost pouring out of it. The boy’s presence was all through the room inside. And that was what was giving him the trouble. The smell of him was bringing back memories of those last few days. The days when Dustin had become more than just one of his DnD buddies. When he’d led the mission to save Eddie from the cops. When he’d hugged him at Skull Rock so tightly he’d thought his ribs might crack. When they’d goofed around making weapons and his biggest complaint had been that Eddie might wedgie him. 

When he’d held Eddie as he died. 

‘I love you, man…’

Eddie’s lips tightened around his cigarette as the echo of his own words came back to him. He’d meant it. That dorky little know-it-all had saved his life, and would have tried to save it again (which was exactly why he’d cut the blanket rope behind him - though he’d still found a way to come running). He didn’t really want to do this.

BUT YOU WILL, a low voice in the back of his mind growled. His voice.

With a heavy sigh, Eddie dropped his half-smoked cigarette and crushed it beneath his sneaker. Then he turned to the window and peered inside. The curtains were drawn, but carelessly, a wide gap left between them which gave Eddie an ample view into the room. He saw the messy desk, the shelves cluttered with books and plastic figures and pots of pens and pencils and notebooks left open to some scrawled thought or idea. He saw the dim blueish light from the terrarium on top of the bureau. He saw the narrow bed and the curled-up figure inside it. Curly hair spread across the pillow, face slack and related in sleep. Hands just beneath his chin, fingers curled around … What was that? A rag?

Eddie narrowed his eyes and looked closer. His keen eyesight made out a familiar black and white pattern on a worn piece of fabric. One he’d last seen the night he’d died. His bandana.

Something seemed to let go in his chest, and he recoiled from the hurt with a low groan. He wanted to cry. He wanted to punch the window and shatter it, punch the wall into pieces, punch the voice in his head until it fell silent and never ever asked him to do anything ever again. His hands balled into fists at his side. I won’t do it, he thought. Resolve flooded through him like a balm, and he took a step away from the window.

A sudan white-hot lance of pain shot through his head. Gasping, he stumbled, hands clutching at his head, fingers sinking into his thick brown hair. YOU WILL, the voice silently boomed. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO DIE … AGAIN. Hot agony spread through his torso as he felt the old wounds tearing open again.

“Alright, alright, alright, I’ll do it,” he whimpered. “Just stop. Stop.”

The pain receded, slowly. Like before, in its aftermath Eddie felt a strange detachment. He stepped up to the window again and looked through. The boy in his bed was just a boy, the bandana clutched in his hands just cloth. He tried to conjure back the memories his scent had evoked and couldn’t. All he could think of was that this was the boy who had abandoned him in that awful place, alone, to die. 

Inside, Dustin stirred, his eyes blinking open. He looked around, confused. “Mom?” he called quietly. “That you?” He listened for a beat, then when the silence remained unbroken he shrugged and laid his head back on the pillow. Before he could fall asleep again, Eddie lifted a hand and rapped gently on the window with one knuckle. Dustin’s head shot up again, and this time he looked straight at the window. Eddie knocked again, and with a cautious glance in the direction of his close bedroom door, Dustin climbed out of bed and crossed to the window. Eddie’s bandana lay forgotten on his pillow.

When he pulled the curtains wide and looked out, Dustin’s face contorted in shock and disbelief. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, and the colour drained from his face. 

“Hey, Henderson,” Eddie said softly, giving him a lopsided smile. After a second when Dustin didn’t reply, he added: “Think this the first time I’ve seen you lost for words.”

Dustin shut his mouth and swallowed. “Eddie?” he whispered. “Am I dreaming? You’re supposed to be dead!”

“You’re not dreaming, and I got over it,” Eddie replied. “You gonna let me in so I can explain, or are we gonna whisper through the crack in the window all night?”

Dustin’s hands reached up to open the window wider. Then he paused. Conflicting emotions sped across the young boy’s face, and he looked carefully at Eddie, the hope in his eyes tinged with concern. “Wait,” he said slowly. “You … You died, Eddie. Like, right in my arms. You were dead. How are you here?”

Eddie frowned. “Not happy to see me?”

“No, Eddie, of course I’m happy to see you,” Dustin quickly replied. “But … How?”

Sighing, Eddie pantomimed looking over his shoulders. “Dude, can I explain it to you inside? I don’t want anyone seeing me. I’m still technically wanted for murder, remember?”

Dustin hesitated. “Well…”

“C’mon, Dustin, man,” Eddie whined. “It’s me!” He plucked at his t shirt with one hand. “Hellfire, remember?”

Dustin glanced back to his desk, where his own Hellfire shirt was draped over the back of the chair. When he looked back, his eyes were wide and tearful. “Eddie…” he said. “I love you and I’m so happy to see you, but … You gotta admit that this is really weird…”

This was taking way too long. Eddie’s temper snapped like a bowstring. Unable to stop himself, he slammed one fist against the window and snarled: “Let me in, you little shit!”

Dustin recoiled in horror as Eddie’s eyes momentarily blazed red and his lips curled back to reveal sharp teeth. “What the…?” He stumbled away from the window, hands groping for something, anything to use as a weapon. All he found in reach was his Hellfire shirt. “Your eyes, Eddie!” he cried. “Your teeth! What the hell happened to you?”

Eddie chuckled. “Hell. Yeah, that’s about right.” He let all his pretense at being the old Eddie drop. “What happened is that you left me in that place, that … hellscape … and he found me and did this to me! Now let me in or I will rip your fucking head off when I get hold of you!”

Dustin winced, tears spilling from his eyes. Then the fear in his face turned into confusion. “The window’s open, Eddie,” he said. “Why didn’t you just climb in?”

Eddie paused. He looked at the window, then back to Dustin. “I … I don’t know,” he admitted. “I just…” He curled his fingers around the edge of the window and pulled. His pointed nails rasped against the glass, but it didn’t move. 

Dustin’s eyes widened. “Oh my God,” he exclaimed. “You can’t, can you? I have to invite you in! I know what you are! You’re a goddamn vampire, just like in the movies, Eddie!” 

Eddie slammed his fists against the window in frustration and snarled. “I’m warning you, Henderson!”

Dustin flinched away again. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry I left you there. I’m sorry I didn’t get to you in time. I never wanted to leave you there, I swear. But my leg … I couldn’t get you out.”

Eddie’s keen ears picked up the sound of Dustin’s mother in the hallway. He pointed a sharp-nailed finger at Dustin. “I’ll be back, you little traitor,” he spat. “Just wait and see.”

He stepped back into the darkness, melting into the shadows cast by the trees. Dustin ran to the window and pulled it wide. “I’ll find a way to fix this, I promise!” he yelled. Then his mother was in the room, admonishing him for making so much noise, and Eddie slipped away into the night.

His mind and body were in turmoil. He was so mad at Dustin for not letting him in, his gums ached with the desire to rip his scrawny little throat out. But he was also confused at why he hadn’t been able to get inside - hadn’t even thought to try until Dustin had pointed it out. His stomach roiled with anger and shame - anger at having failed and shame at how he’d spoken to the boy. He was still just a kid, after all. 

And he’s Dustin - my Dustin.

The memories were starting to creep back in. Dustin yelling over the DnD table. Dustin sitting with him at lunch, beaming at him as he told whatever dumb story was in his head that day. At Skull Rock, hugging him til his ribs ached. He pushed them away irritably.

“Like the movies, my ass,” he muttered. Nothing had gone to plan tonight. He wondered if Debbie was doing any better with Steve. If she wasn’t, the plan was basically dead in the water - tomorrow Dustin would certainly tell all his friends about his encounter with ‘Vampire Eddie’, and none of them would let him get close. If they didn’t get Steve in the Club tonight, there was no way he’d get to the others. And no way to get to Eleven.

He strode back into the forest, back toward Skull Rock. No matter, he thought. If Plan A failed, there was always Plan B. The idea brought a smile to his face. 

“You like movies, Henderson?” he said to himself, his smile widening to a sharp white grin. “Just you wait. I’m gonna go full Salem’s Lot on this shithole town.”

Somewhere overhead, a bat shrieked. Eddie started to laugh.

[fullunknowncolor]

Steve has been struggling with a, situation, regarding the known metalhead.

after the whole vecna and upsidedown thing, everyone became closer, welcoming Eddie into their space with open arms, bonding over their shared trauma and interests, robin and Eddie became really good friends actually, best friends even, and because of that Steve took it upon himself to become the most salty living thing in existence when the metalhead was around.

There stood Steve, leaning on the counter lost in thought as he watched robin, who at the moment was crouched on the floor shoving some movies into the horror section, grumbling about something not being returned, he looked over at the clock, their shift isn't over for another hour. Steve sighed looking back to see robin right infront of him " Jesus fuck robin-" she smiled leaning close to him, " you're coming Steve. whether you like it or not." He groaned dropping his head on the counter. she walked around sitting on the stool, " Steve. It's not that bad! It's just like...a slumber party! those are fun, right?" Steve responded with another groan. " come on. I need you there! And besides, nance is there, Jonathan, eddie-" Steve stood up promptly turning to her, " exactly." He said. She now groaned, " I don't even understand why you don't wanna come, is it cause of Jonathan?" Steve shook his head almost looking offended, " no no- were cool, its- I just don't want to?" he offered, robin shook her head turning around to check some stuff off, " I won't force you then." Steve stared at her back as she wrote, she sighed a very dramatic sigh, obviously trying to get his attention, and it worked - steve huffed as he threw a hand up, the other on his hip, " fine! I'll go" she spinned around smiling " good! and-" Steve interupted " If." she groaned, " you cover my shift on Monday." she groaned even louder " dudeee" he shrugged his shoulders " I guess I won't-" " okay! I will." He smiled at her as she rolled her eyes, flipping him off before going back to checking things off. both caved easily. If Steve was going to this big sleepover slumber party get together what ever the fuck it was, he was at least getting something out of it. when their shift ended Steve dropped robin off, showering and eating a quick dinner when he got home, happy to lay down in his bed.

--

eddies hands, ringed fingers cold against his skin as he touched him, he felt the metalheads curls touch his shoulders, leaning over from behind, Eddie whispered " beg for it." the other gasped feeling the brunettes hand wrap around him, calloused fingers, " p-please Eddie.." he breathed out, feeling his other hand reach up to wrap around his throat, " please what baby"

he squeezed the base of his cock, Steve whimpered, " please touch me" he could feel Eddie smirk against his ear as he started moving his hand " good boy."

Steve moaned thrusting into his hand faster as he tightened his hand around his own throat, chasing the image of eddies hands in his head. "f-fuck..Eddie" he breathed out, biting his lip as he moved faster, " please please" he gasped, his eyebrows furrowed as he moaned out the metal heads name.

steve kept jerking himself off, imagining eddie moving quicker, promising to give him what he wanted after. He moaned out a string of curse words as he felt himself getting closer, his back arching as he flicked his wrist with the thrusts, cuming moaning the metalheads name. he kept thrusting, riding it out as he whimpered from overstimulation.

--

That night Steve layed awake. he told himself that the reason he didn't wanna go was cause he was tired. he knew the real reason, Eddie Munson. as much as steve pretends to have a distaste twords the metalhead, the past month he's found himself in a familiar, situation, every night.

he's just hoping it doesn't happen, on this night.

[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

Misunderstanding

Summary; Your boyfriend and his band are hosting a Halloween themed show for the holiday. Things are going well until Eddie suddenly decides that he wants to fuck his girlfriend on stage.

Warnings: voyeurism, Creaming, penetrative sex, Cockwarming?, Spitting, Humiliation, Mean!Eddie, Overstimulation? Eddie plays the drums in this sorry.

You sway your hips to the beat of the current song that your boyfriend was playing. You were dressed in a short dress that went along with Eddie's outfit because he wanted to match.

He kept meeting your eye throughout the whole night and you could tell he was becoming more and more impatient throughout the songs that he was playing. The song came to an end and you heard “We're going to be taking a quick break and then we'll be back guys.” Your boyfriend said through his microphone putting his sticks down.

Some people let out a whine as they didn't want the band to stop playing and others took the time to get something to drink or use the bathroom. His bandmates took this time to go catch some groupies that were eyeing them all night so it was just the two of them left on the stage.

“Come up here baby” You had a little smile on your face as you had your way up on the stage. He pushed his chair back with a lustful look in his eyes. As soon as you made it close enough to him and cupped your face into his hand and slammed his lips into yours.

Letting out a small whimper Eddie lets out a deep groan with finally being able to feel his lips on your moving in sync like waves in the ocean. He detaches your lips and attaches them to your neck letting his tongue roam your neck he lets his hands travel to your legs and lets his hand creep under your dress. He uses his pointer finger to feel the dampness collecting in your panties.

In a hurry he pulls them off and puts them to his nose, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when he smells your essence on them. “Fuck you are so perfect baby, I just want to take you right now”

You let out a small chuckle that he took as you mocking him. He quickly wrapped his huge hands around your neck causing the air from your lungs to disappear. He was about to say something until one of his managers came in.

“You guys can finish up later, the next set is starting” Eddie takes this with a grain of salt and moves one of his hands to your cheeks squeezing your lips together your lips are now in a pout. “Open your slutty mouth now” you try to open your mouth as much as his hand would allow Eddie to move closer to your face and let a glob of spit travel onto your tongue.

It feels like it travels down your throat and you swallow it. He rubs his thumb on your cheek before you feel a sharp pain on it making your head be forced to the other side. The pain hurt but it turned you on and actually put a smile on your face. Your boyfriend wasn't mean to you for no reason. He genuinely thought that you were making fun of him (which you weren't) but you're not going to tell him that you liked him when he would mean like this.

Someone clears their throat and you try to scramble off the stage forgetting that someone was still there but Eddie grabs your waist. “No you don’t, you're going to sit on my cock during the rest of this performance since you think this shit is funny.”

He drags you over to his drum set unbuckling his black pants and taking his cock out of his boxers. You could already tell he was hard just by looking at him and he grabs your wrist. Rubbing the shaft he rubs it against your pussy for a couple of moments before slamming his cock into bullying his thick cock into a tight pussy you let out a loud gasp feeling his cock fully stretch your walls out.

Tears sprung in your eyes as you didn't have any time to adjust. Eddie's bandmates were already making their way up the stage not even batting an eyelash when they saw you sitting on your boyfriend's lap. Before you could say something or even protest everyone started flooding the doors and surrounding the stage.

He picked up his sticks and you closed your eyes to hide the fact that you were in pure bliss right now. He leaned close to the microphone. “I hope you guys don’t mind that I have my lady here with me, you guys know how it can get with them sometimes,” he said and the crowd laughed.

You were trying so hard not to show any kind of emotion but the feeling of thrusting his hips into your stomach was doing so many things to you right now. Looking down you see Eddie's foot pressing down pon the petal to hit the drum as he bounced up and down along to the beat of his music. Looking into the crowd you saw how everyone was enjoying themselves in their costumes under the orange lights in the stadium.

Then as the song picked up going to the chores so did Eddie’s pace. He leans over to your ear “Everyone in this crowd can see how good you're being fucked, How does that feel?” he asked and you said nothing the pleasure you were feeling was way too strong. “Answer me right now before I pull out of you and actually show all these people how hard you're being fucked, sweetheart.”

“It feels good Eds, so fucking good I’m going to cum soon daddy.” The ending of the song was approaching and so was your orgasm. “Cum all over my cock give me everything you got” trying to keep your straight face you turn your face into his shoulder as you felt the knot at the bottom of your abdomen about to snap.

With one last hit of his drums, you cum sinking your teeth into your boyfriend's shoulder to block out your screams Eddie reaches down secretly rubbing your clit and riding out your orgasm, feeling you cream all over his cock clenching your walls around him causing him to cum deep inside you. Suddenly you cry out again as another song begins.

You forgot that that was only the first song of the second set.

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

A Drunk Mind Speaks A Sober Heart Part 2

Summary: Reader and Buck wake up hungover but manage to make it family breakfast with the team and their families. The videos from the previous night are exchanged between the two and everyone is excited that they’re finally together 

TW/CW: Evan “Buck” Buckley x Reader, Best Friends to Lovers

Requested?: No 

Word Count: 3,061

A/N: If anyone wants a spicy third part lmk. I’m kinda down to write it lol. Not sure how good it would be tho. Again I say, I’m so proud of this. 

A/N: Absolutely gorgeous he is.

Part 1 Here

--- Your POV --- 

    The sun coming through the curtains wakes me from my slumber but upon opening my eyes, I immediately shut them again because the sun is so much brighter than it should be. I roll over to find a bottle of water, some Aspirin, a note, and my phone on charge. I don’t half remember last night to be honest. I know I got shitfaced in Maddie’s living room and look around me to find myself in one of her spare bedrooms. I reach over and pick up the note and read it, “Take two and chug. Don’t forget about breakfast at Athena and Bobby’s -Maddie” I do as instructed and then check my phone to find a text from Hen that reads, “’A drunk mind speaks a sober heart.’ -Jean-Jaques Rousseau” there’s a video attached so I make sure my volume is low so that it doesn’t burst my eardrums before opening it. I watch myself confess my feelings for Buck and flop back over to my back groaning once it’s over. I take a few deep breaths before getting up from the bed.  

    I mentally thank Maddie upon finding my duffle bag and shoes at the foot of the bed. I struggle out of last night’s clothes and into clean ones, yank on my shoes, and venture downstairs in hopes of finding my keys and slipping out without waking Maddie, Chim, or the kiddo. Unfortunately, no such luck as they have already beat me out of bed. I tip toe around the corner into the kitchen only to find Maddie standing at the counter sipping coffee as she lovingly watches Chim play with Jee-Yun. I sigh in defeat as she notices my entry and picks up my keys from the counter beside her, “How’re you feeling?” she asks as she tosses them to me.   

    “Like I got ran over by a train,” I laugh, “And embarassed,” I blush.  

    She smiles, knowing exactly what I’m referring to, “It’s alright. We all knew, we were just waiting for you to figure it out,” she winks.  

    It’s now that oblivious Chimney joins us with his adorable daughter perched on his hip, “Are we ready to head out?” Maddie and I nod so the four of us depart for the Grant-Nash residence. The entire way there I am contemplating just going home to avoid knowing and teasing looks from Maddie, Athena, Hen, and Karen all day but force myself to stay en-route because this has become a long-standing tradition. One Sunday a month, the whole fireteam, their significant others, and their children gather at Bobby and Athena’s for a good old fashioned family breakfast. I ponder if I’ll even survive this one as I pull into the drive way and put my car in park but am quickly dragged out of my safety zone by Athena’s waving hand at the front door.  

--- Buck’s POV --- 

    I realize I shouldn’t have drank so much last night as I roll off the couch with a loud thump. From the kitchen, Christopher and Eddie giggle before Eddie cheers, “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Better get your ass up and get some Aspirin in you. Clean clothes on too or we’re gonna be late to family breakfast.” I groan but know he’s right. I swipe my phone off the coffee table before making my way to the kitchen for Aspirin and then to the bathroom to change clothes. I have a text from Eddie that reads, “Maybe just show her this since you can’t ever figure out how to tell her yourself,” attached is a video so I press play to listen as I change clothes. By the time the video ends, I have my hands pressed to the counter and am staring down at my phone in shock. Maybe Eddie’s right. Apparently drunk me has a talent for explaining how I feel that sober me does not.  

    I grab my phone and exit the bathroom to make my out of Eddie’s place, declaring as I pass him, “Don’t say a word.” Feeling his amused look on the back of my neck and a blush creep to my cheeks, “Stop it. Don’t give me that look either.” Soon, the three of us arrive at the Grant-Nash household and I have to elbow Eddie in the ribs when we see (Y/N) getting out of her car due to the grin on his face.  

--- Third Person POV --- 

    The breakfast goes along almost as it always does with lots of chit chat and laughter. The ladies send teasing looks toward (Y/N) when Eddie asks how their night went but (Y/N) ignores them and they simply say it was quite interesting and elaborate no further. Eddie saw the looks though and makes a mental note to ask Hen or Maddie about it later. Several times Eddie catches Buck glancing or staring at (Y/N) and shoots him a teasing grin over Christopher’s head. Buck brushes it off with a glare every time.   

    As mentioned, things aren’t quite the same as usual. As is normal, Bobby sits at the head of the table with Athena to his right followed by May, Harry, Denny, Karen, Hen, and (Y/N). To his left is Jee-Yun in a high chair followed by Chimney, Maddie, Eddie, Christopher, and Buck. Usually, Buck would playfully kick at (Y/N) under the table and she’d snatch food off his plate, mostly his fruit. They would get carried away in their own conversation and their fits of giggles and laughter would ring out over the other conversations happening but when anyone would look their way to question what is so funny they’d be too distracted to give an answer. Everyone always got a kick out of their playful behavior. However, today there is no playful kicks under the table or food snatched off of plates. The two can’t even look each other in the eye, too embarrassed by their confessions last night that the other has no idea about. Although, they do sneak glances toward each other when the other isn’t looking. When Christopher has Buck’s attention or Buck is arguing about how a call went with Chimney over three heads, (Y/N) watches him out of the corner of her eye but pretends to be focused on something else or collects a bite of food if he happens to look anywhere near her direction. When (Y/N) is watching Jee-Yun giggle as her father makes airplane noises circling a small bite of pancake toward her mouth or listening in on the conversation between Hen, Karen, and May, Buck admires her subtly over the rim of his coffee cup but as soon as (Y/N) returns her gaze to her plate or someone near him he too distracts himself with something else. This odd behavior does not go unnoticed by the other adults at the table or even Christopher who would normally be too busy giggling at the pair’s antics to eat.   

    The young boy also happens to be the first and only one to call the two out on the peculiarity of it all, “Buck? Why are you not kicking (Y/N)? And you haven’t stole any of his fruit,” he adds looking to her.   

    The adults all grin as Harry also chimes in, “Yeah, you guys have been quiet.”  

    May nudges her brother and shakes her head as their mother speaks up, “I think they just don’t feel too good today. Maybe they didn’t get enough sleep.” Christopher and Harry exchange a look that says they don’t believe that one bit but a different conversation is picked up by the adults to shift the attention off of the two.   

    (Y/N) risks a glance at Buck, wondering what his reaction is but he has also taken the same risk. The two lock eyes but quickly look away. In attempts to escape the situation and catch the breath that had been stolen by looking into his bright blue eyes (Y/N) excuses herself from the table saying her still bruised ribs are bothering her and she needs to stretch.   

    Once safely in a bathroom, (Y/N) stares at herself in the mirror trying to decipher what it was that she saw in his eyes. Buck always has shown exactly how he feels through his eyes but today she can’t quite make out what exactly that is. She sighs heavily just as someone knocks on the door.  

    Out in the dining room, Buck has excused himself as well giving no particular reason but the adults need not ask because they know exactly why. As soon as Buck is out of earshot, Eddie leans forward to look at all the ladies in turn before asking, “What exactly happened last night?” The women all look at each other seeming to silently debate about spilling the beans.   

    Chimney and Bobby look at each other as well before Bobby adds, “I would like to know as well but you seem to have something to share too.”  

    May giggles, “It’s like a Mexican standoff of exciting stories.”  

    Chimney retrieves a coin from his pocket, “Heads, Eddie is up first. Tails, one of you ladies are gonna have to spill.”  

    Everyone nods as Maddie looks down the hall, “Might want to be quick and quiet about it.”  

    Chimney flips the coin and it comes up tails so Maddie wiggles in her seat and props her elbows up on the table, placing her fingers together. She takes a dramatic pause despite her warning to hurry up before explaining, “(Y/N) got plastered last night and we now have video proof as confirmation that she has feelings for Buck.”  

    “I knew it!” May whispers excitedly.  

    Eddie lightly smacks Maddie on the arm, “You’re telling me they both confessed on the same night?” Everyone looks to Eddie in shock, “Yeah, he had a few drinks last night and apparently drunk Buck has an easier time with putting his feelings into words. I got it on video.”  

    Hen laughs, “A drunk mind speaks a sober heart.”  

    Everyone excitedly, yet still remaining quiet, cheers before Bobby settles them down, “Those videos stay with those who took them and we don’t mention this around them. Understood?” Everyone nods except Eddie and Hen who give Bobby a guilty look. He responds to their looks with one of suspicion, “What did you two do?” In unison the two videographers confess that they sent their video to the corresponding subject.  

    Hen adds, “I figured if she had the video, she could just show it to him when she’s ready.”   

    Eddie nods in agreement, “I literally told him it might be an easier way of telling her if he can’t find the words while sober.”  

    Bobby grins and shakes his head as Athena chimes in, “We’ll see. For now, let’s talk about something else so they’re not suspicious of us when they come back.”  

    Back in the bathroom, (Y/N) responds to the knock at the door, “Who is it?”  

    “It- it’s me,” comes Buck’s voice from the other side.  

    (Y/N) takes a deep breath before unlocking and opening the door to let him in. She hops up to take a seat on the counter as he enters and closes the door behind him. They both stare at their hands, nervously fidgeting with anything they can until they both speak at the same time, “I’m sorry, I’m just-” They stop, staring at each other with red all over their cheeks.  

    Normally, Buck would be a gentleman and let her go first but he just has to get this off his chest before he chickens out, “So, I got drunk last night. You know that saying drunk words are sober thoughts?” (Y/N) nods thinking back to the text Hen had sent with the video just this morning. Buck continues, “Well, Eddie caught my drunk words on video last night and well...” he pulls his phone out of his pocket, unlocks it and navigates to the video Eddie had sent before handing it to her, “Just watch it. Sober me 100% agrees with every word.” He looks at her with such sincerity on his face that it makes her heart skip a beat. The two sit in silence as she watches the video. Buck shifts nervously on his feet, scanning her face for her reaction and she smiles. His heart soars with hope that she feels the same way.   

    When the video ends, she hands his phone back to him before retrieving her own from her back pocket, unlocking it, navigating to her own video and then, “Drunk words are indeed sober thoughts and drunk me is pretty damn good at sharing things that sober me can’t. I too agree with every word she said,” she says, handing her phone to him. He watches with a massive grin on his face as one plasters itself on her’s as well. There’s not an ounce of fear or nervousness left in her after having seen his video. She thinks to herself that if she has the honor of marrying the man in front of her one day, it’s only right that Eddie be his Best Man and Hen be her Maid of Honor.  

    Once the video ends, Buck places her phone on the counter beside her and leans in close with a grin still on his face only now it has a slight hint of cockiness to it, “I guess the only thing to do now is ask you to be my girlfriend. So, will you?”  

    As he hooks his finger under her chin and lifts it to align their lips, the distance between them shrinks even more. He can feel her breath on his lips when she affirms, “Obviously,” so he glances down at her lips before looking into her eyes. She inches closer, encouraging him to close the distance, and he does. They share the same thought as the slow, love filled kiss takes place and that is, “I love you.” When they begrudgingly pull apart, and make eye contact, there’s no need to voice the thought as for one, their drunk selves already did but also, it’s seen in their eyes.  

    Buck pulls even further away before placing his hands on her hips. He leaves them there for a moment, observing her reaction and somewhat looking for a nudge to continue his movements. She tilts her head, “What?”  

    He says nothing at first, simply sliding his hands from her hips to place them on either side of the mirror on the wall behind her caging her in. He leans in close and brushes his nose against her’s, making her eyes flutter shut. When she opens them, he’s just barely retreated, tilted his head, and is grinning from ear to ear. Feigning forgetfulness he asks, “What was that you said you wanted to do? It was something to do with my arms. Maybe you could remind me?”  

    A mischievous grin with a hint of shyness to it replaces the look of curiosity on her face but is quickly replaced with a false sense of innocence as she lays her head over on his right arm. She stays there for a moment reveling in the eye contact between his now sultry eyes and her own wide eyed innocent ones before turning her head slightly to nuzzle her mouth and nose against his arm. A breath catches in Buck’s throat as she suddenly opens her mouth to lay her tongue against his bicep, slowly dragging it up before recoiling it back behind her teeth that she uses to nip softly against the skin covering the toned muscle. The sound that left his throat is one that she will remember for years to come and want to elicit from him again many times over. However, she simply lays her head back against his arm with a teasing look on her face, “We should get back out there before they come looking and find us in a scandalous situation.”  

    Buck huffs, knowing she’s right and stands up straight removing his hands from the wall to help her down from the counter. (Y/N) quite likes it when he lifts her by her waist to place her feet on the ground and has to stop herself from wondering what it would be like for him to toss her into bed as he takes her hand in his. He doesn’t exit the bathroom just yet but instead tugs her close, hooks his finger under her chin once more to whisper against her lips, “Fine, but you’re sitting in my lap to cover the scandalous situation you’ve caused in my pants.” She giggles and nods before opening the door herself and tugging him along behind her.   

    All eyes are on the two love birds as they reenter the dining room causing blushes to creep onto both of their faces and Buck to discretely scoot just a little closer behind her in hopes of hiding the aforementioned situation better. He takes his seat, promptly pulling her into his lap which makes everyone whoop and holler in excitement. Eddie passes Maddie a twenty-dollar bill which provokes a confused look from both (Y/N) and Buck.   

    Maddie grins triumphantly, “I bet that the videos would be exchanged today. Eddie didn’t think you guys had it in you.”   

    Eddie rolls his eyes as Athena calms everyone down, “You two didn’t… in the bathroom did you,” raising her eyebrows to insinuate naughtier acts than just exchanging videos. (Y/N) and Buck shake their head no immediately to which Athena replies, “Good.”  

    The conversation soon returns to things other than the new couple at the end of the table. (Y/N) has an arm around Buck’s shoulders playing with his hair while his arm is wrapped firmly around her waist. His other hand is placed on her knee, even though he wants it to be higher, and he leans in to whisper in her ear, “You’ll have something in you if we can ever sneak away. I just didn’t bend you over in there out of respect.” (Y/N) slaps his chest with her free hand but Buck simply returns his attention to the group around the table and includes himself in the conversation. Under her, (Y/N) can still feel the situation and knows he’s not joking. She has to fight to keep from imaging what all they could get up to today. 

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