#fuck you all and fuck me as well. check your bathroom. merry christmas.

[technicolorxsn]

sorry. in a Rainer mood

[21stcenturyschizoidfag]

guy who really really resonates with a character whos implied to have killed himself during christmas: no i love december what do you mean

[misfit0789]

Holidays from Hell

Alyssa Naeher x Reader

Summary: Alyssa and R's Christmas is crashed by R's family. It doesn't end well.

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: Nose bleed, emotionally/mentally abusive family, hurt/comfort, homophobic comments

This has been done for a couple of months, and I wasn't planning on posting it just yet, but since Uncle is officially retired from the national team, I thought there was no better time to post it! Hope you enjoy!

I slowly open my eyes to adjust to the morning light peaking in through the blinds. I stretch as best as I can

with one arm under my partner of 4 years. I feel her start to stir as I cuddle back into her from behind.

"Merry Christmas baby," I whisper into her ear as I press a kiss just behind it. She turns in my arms to look me in my eyes, before she presses a kiss to my lips. I relax into the kiss savoring it knowing we will face chaos shortly.

"Merry Christmas my love, are you ready to see your mom?" She asks her left hand coming up to cup my cheek. I sigh and lean into her touch.

"I don't think I will ever be ready to face her. It was a lot easier to ignore her when I moved out and could put the blame on practice and other stuff. But when she shows up on my door step 2 days before Christmas demanding to spend the holidays with us I'm not sure I can ignore her then. I'm pissed that she ruined our plans though. I was so excited to spend the holidays with your family. I was looking forward to seeing them all." I take a deep breath to try and get my emotions under control. She gives me a soft smile before she leans in and places another kiss on my lips.

"We will power through this together. Besides my sister will be here this afternoon to help prepare dinner before my parents arrive at 5. We only have a couple hours of your mom alone today. We can do it." She says, I give her a small nod and one more kiss before moving the blanket to the side. Knowing my mother she will find some way to fuck this up just as she has everything else in my life.

I stand and stretch before making my way to our ensuite bathroom to do my morning routine. Alyssa not far behind. As we make eye contact through the mirror I pull a funny face with my toothbrush hanging out of my mouth causing her to laugh. I smile at the sound as we both finish our routines before returning to our bedroom to get dressed.

"Remind me why I let you talk me into matching sweaters?" Alyssa sighs. I give her a smile before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Because you love me, and because you are stuck with me for the rest of your life and you know better than to argue." I give her a cheeky smile before pressing one last kiss to her cheek as she rolls her eyes. I stand in front of our closed bedroom door and take a deep breath as I reach for the door knob. Just before I can open the door though it flies open smacking me right in the nose.

"Shit!"

"Oh my god! Y/n! Are you okay?" Alyssa runs over to check my nose. I tilt my head back to help control the bleeding. I peak one eye open and see my mom standing there.

"Oh please, you are fine. Allyson there is no need to worry over her. She will live. Now what is for breakfast? I am starved. You'd think it's our first Christmas together in years and-"

"Mom! First off her name is Alyssa, second you invited yourself here. There is no reason for you to barge into our bedroom demanding food. It will be ready when it is ready. Go sit in the living room. We are doing gifts before food anyway." I say before taking another deep breath, moving to the bathroom to get a tissue to plug up the bleeding. I can feel Alyssa following behind me.

"Are you okay love?" I sigh and give her a nod before starting to clean up the blood from my face.

"I've had to experience her like this before. It's nothing new unfortunately. I'm just happy we were dressed. She once did that and acted that way to an me and an ex. Let's just say that ex and I were over by that night. I'm just happy you stuck around after your first go around with her." She gives me a soft smile and presses a kiss to my cheek. Taking the towel from my hands to help me clean up. She steps in front of me and leans her back on the bathroom counter. My hands move to rest on her waist.

"That's why I said 'I do' when you put this on my finger." She holds up her left hand showcasing her wedding ring. I look at her with what I know is a love filled look.

"And I would ask you all over again in every lifetime." She gives me a smile and continues to clean up my face. "Besides at least she didn't ruin my sweater," I give her a cheeky smile before she leans up pressing a kiss to my lips. "I love you,"

"I love you too, now lets go get this over with before she comes back in here and does worse than bruise your nose." I laugh and nod taking a step back from her so she can throw the towel in the laundry.

We walk out of our room and make our way to the steps, though I stop when I hear more than my moms voice in my living room. A voice that haunted every memory from my childhood since the day she could talk.

"She did not," I whisper. Alyssa looks at me confused. "Looks like you are about to meet the favorite child that you've been lucky enough to avoid. Her and mom together are never good." She widens her eyes in surprise.

"Don't tell me your sister is here," I sigh and give her a nod. "Why is she in our house? We did not invite her!" She whisper shouts.

"We may not have but mom certainly did. I didn't even think she lived near Chicago!" I whisper back. "Text your sister and parents to warn them. Nothing good ever comes from those two being in the same place." The day has barely started and I can already feel the headache and its not the one from a door being smashed into my face either.

"Okay, Amanda and my parents have been warned. Amanda is coming by earlier. So are my parents they said they'll be here around 4 instead of 5. They've heard the stories of your mom and sister and don't want anything bad to happen." Alyssa whispers pocketing her phone. I nod before taking a deep breath.

"Let's get this over with." She presses a kiss to my lips before giving me a nod. I give her a smile and make my way down the stairs.

"Finally, we are starving. What took you and Allyson so long? And why is your face so red?" My sister asks once Alyssa and I make it around the corner.

"I already told mom. Food is after gifts and it's Alyssa not Allyson. Her and I have been together for four years you both know this. Mom opened our bedroom door smacking me in the face. Thanks for the concern." I end sarcastically. I feel Alyssa's hand on my back. I relax at her touch before reluctantly stepping away to start making Alyssa's coffee. I move towards the hooks on the wall we keep our mugs on stopping when my mom speaks.

"There's no need to do gifts." My mom says. I slowly turn towards her a confused look on my face.

"And why is that? It is Christmas is it not?" I ask giving my mother a sarcastic look.

"Well yeah but your sister and I have already exchanged gifts. There isn't anything else to give out." I look at her dumbfounded.

"What about Alyssa and I? You didn't get us anything?" I'm honestly not surprised, mom and Heather have already exchanged gifts. They did this all the time growing up. Heather would throw a fit so mom would give her all my gifts to placate her. I enjoyed the Christmas' I've been able to spend with Alyssa and her family as I finally got to feel the love of a family.

"Uhh, nope." Mom says turning to look at what Heather was showing her on her phone. I make eye contact with Heather over mom's head to see her smirking at me. I roll my eyes and flip her off with my own sarcastic smile before quickly looking to Alyssa.

"If your sister doesn’t hurry up she will have to drive you to the jailhouse to bail me out for killing them." I whisper. She chuckles and nods before giving my shoulder a squeeze in reassurance.

When it's just Alyssa and I we are very touchy and loving to each other. We even show some PDA with her family as we are comfortable with them. My 'family' and anyone else, even her teammates, we are less touchy. Both our love languages include physical touch so we are more lowkey with them. Instead of hugs, kissing and handholding, we usually interlock our pinkies.

"I already texted her. She's on her way my love." She whispers back. I give her a nod before reaching for her hand and giving it a squeeze.

"I need a bit more than linking pinkies right now," I breath out. She nods leaning up to press a quick kiss to my temple. I release her hand and quickly move about the kitchen to finish up making her coffee while she works on my hot cocoa as I was never a coffee drinker.

As we work I can feel her hands brushing against me from time to time as she moves around the kitchen from the kettle on the stove for the hot water and the fridge for the whipped cream. I relax knowing she has no other motives than to keep me calm and from hurting my mother and sister.

~~~~~

"I'm here and I brought donuts." I let out a breath of relief before standing from my seat next to Alyssa at the kitchen island and turning in my spot to greet Amanda.

"I can't thank you enough for coming over sooner. It's been a nightmare already." Amanda waves me off moving to set the donuts on the counter in front of Alyssa who opens the box and grabs one, before Amanda is turning to give me a hug. I relax into it knowing Alyssa and I won't have to fend the demons off alone. She pulls back and cups my face in her hands slowly moving my head around as she looks at my red nose.

"Don't sweat it. Lyss explained it all. I had to get here before you killed them. Although they did a number on your nose. Have you iced it yet? You don't want it to swell." Just before I can respond my mom and sister walk in.

"Oh hello, who are you? You look like Allyson but she's sitting at the counter with - ooh donuts!" My mom is cut off by Heather pushing Alyssa to the side to grab the box from in front of her. I reach out and catch Alyssa before she can hit the floor.

"Hey! Watch it Heather! This is Amanda, Alyssa's twin sister. She's here to help cook dinner. Alyssa and Amanda's parents will be here at 4 for Christmas dinner. If you two aren't going to help please leave the kitchen." I let Alyssa sit in the seat I was previously in before moving towards the fridge to start grabbing ingredients for dinner.

"But-" My mom is cut off as Alyssa shoves the box of donuts, more so what's left that Heather hasn't eaten, into mom's hands. Mom and Heather share a look before leaving the kitchen.

"I'm sorry about the donuts but I will make you whatever you want for breakfast. I just needed to get them out of here before Y/n killed them. Her and her twin are nothing like us. They have competed all their lives, they will kill each other." Alyssa explains. Amanda nods in understanding.

"Don't worry about it Lys. I can tell from that interaction just how bad things can be for Y/n. I mean you two have been together for 4 years and they still don't even know your name." I roll my eyes setting the armful of veggies down before leaning on the counter.

"I still don't understand why they showed up here. I haven't spoken to mom or Heather for over a year. Hell they don't even know Alyssa and I got married!" I whisper to Alyssa and Amanda, knowing my mom and Heather are listening. They could never mind their own business growing up. "I know that day was ten times better because of them not being there. There is no way for Heather to ruin the day if she doesn’t know it even happened," Alyssa and Amanda laugh at my words.

"I know, and it was the best day of my life," Alyssa whispers moving over to me and pressing a kiss to my lips, her arms moving around my neck as my hands move to grip her waist. I smile into the kiss relaxing for the first time today since I woke up with my wife in my arms.

"Okay I get it you two are in love. Can we please start on dinner?" Amanda asks, the disgust clear in her voice. I reluctantly pull away from my wife leaving one hand on her hip, and turn to my sister-in-law.

"Fine," I fully pull away from Alyssa and move towards the knife block on the counter, grabbing a knife to cut the veggies.

Alyssa, Amanda and I work together in the kitchen to get dinner sorted and ready to be put in the oven for when their parents arrive. Thankfully mom and Heather seem to steer clear of the kitchen.

~~~

Just as I set the last tray in the oven for dinner the doorbell goes off. I turn to look at Amanda and Alyssa who are working together on cleaning up the dishes we used when cooking.

"I'll be back," I say before walking towards the front door, but Heather had beat me to it.

"Who are you?" She asks with a bitchy tone. I roll my eyes placing a hand on her shoulder pushing her to the side.

"These are Alyssa and Amanda's parents. They're here for dinner," I say looking at Heather, before turning to my in-laws with a smile. "Hi Donna and John. Merry Christmas!" I move toward Donna to give her a hug, as we pull back I press a kiss to her cheek and turn to John holding my hand out for him to shake. He shakes his head chuckling.

"Your family now Y/n come here," He reaches out pulling me into a hug. I laugh and return the hug, patting his back before pulling away.

"Oh honey what happened to your face? Your nose is all bruised." Donna says.

"Had a disagreement with a door this morning," I supply, "Mom barged into Alyssa and I's room this morning demanding food. She hit me in the face with the door when she came in,"

"Oh sweetheart! You need to ice that!" She exclaims.

"Your daughters have been helping me cook dinner all morning, they've been helping while I ice on and off for 20 minutes at a time. Is Abigail not coming?" I question noticing the absence of my wife's youngest sister. John shakes his head.

"Her and the kids are with Abby's husbands family this year they did send us with the gift for you and Alyssa though!" John says gesturing to the boxes he's holding in his hands. I chuckle and help him with the boxes before turning and leading them into the house.

"May I?" I ask gesturing to their coats once I had set the gifts by the tree next to the front windows. Donna nods and turns allowing me to help her remove her coat before hanging it on the coat rack by the door. I take John's from his hand and hang it next to his wife's.

"Thank you Y/n. I knew Alyssa did right by choosing you," Donna chuckles. Her husband nodding in agreement. I laugh along with them before leading them to the kitchen, but of course we're stopped before we make it there. This time by mom.

"Oh hello! And who might you be?" She asks. I can tell by her tone of voice she doesn't actually care who they are, she's just nosey.

"Mom, these are Alyssa's parents Donna and John. Donna, John this is my mom Y/m/n." I introduce them.

"Nice to meet you!" Donna says holding her hand out. My mom hums looking at Donna's hand in disgust before turning and walking towards the couch where Heather is sitting, some Christmas movie on the TV. I roll my eyes leading Donna and John to the kitchen where their daughters are.

"Remember at the wedding you had asked why my family wasn't there?" I whisper to the two. I glance back seeing them nod. "That's why. None of them care for me, they would have made the day hell. I'm glad they weren't there." I say once we were in the kitchen. Amanda and Alyssa look up from where they are drying dishes, eyes lighting up when they see their parents. They set down the dishes and rags before moving to greet their parents. I stand off to the side letting the family talk, getting lost in my thoughts. 

Why can't my family be like that?

"Babe?" I jump feeling Alyssa's hand on my arm.

"Sorry, what?" I ask, she gives me a soft smile bringing her hand from my arm to rest on my cheek. I sigh and lean into her hand relishing in the comfort she provides.

"You zoned out on us. Are you okay?" She asks brushing her thumb along my cheekbone. I bring my hand up resting it over hers, rubbing my thumb along the back of her hand.

"Yeah, just wish we didn't have the holiday crashers here. I was looking forward to a holiday with just us and your family." I press a kiss to her forehead pulling back to rest our foreheads together.

"Our family," She whispers into the air between us, "They became yours too the day we said 'I do'. Those crashers will not ruin our first Christmas married, Amanda and my parents won't let them," She says pressing a kiss to my lips, "I won't let them," I give her a smile and nod, pressing another kiss to her lips before turning to see her parents and Amanda talking but glancing at us every so often. I turn back to Alyssa looking into her eyes.

"I love you," I say. She smiles pressing another kiss to my lips sensing I need the comfort.

"I love you too. Now lets go enjoy our first Christmas as a married couple," I nod taking her hand from my cheek and intertwining our fingers, before letting her lead us to the island where her-our family is sitting.

"Oh Y/n! Alyssa was telling us that your getting ready to publish your new book. It's the next one in the Awaken series right?" John asks. I smile and nod.

"Yea, the detectives story isn't over yet. Alyssa has been a big help with the details and helping me work through the story line. I think I have at least two more books worth of ideas." I say happy to finally be able to talk about my writing with people other than Alyssa and her team. Those girls are obsessed with the series and keep asking for spoilers.

"Oh that's so exciting! What is the publish date? I want to be sure to get a copy before they sell out!" Donna asks. I move from my spot next to Alyssa to grab the 3 of bags from the counter.

"For you guys? Now," I say handing them each a bag before moving back to Alyssa, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Wait? Really?" Amanda asks in shock, pulling out her copy of the book. Donna and John doing the same giving me a questioning look.

"Yeah, I had asked the published for a few copies before they hit the shelves in the new year. I wanted my family to have the first copies." I shrug as if it were no big deal.

"Aww thank you! I look forward to reading it!" Donna says setting the book on the counter before moving around it to pull me into a hug. I remove my arm from Alyssa to be able to return the gesture. Donna pulls away and cups my face in her hands looking into my eyes. "I'm proud of you. You've accomplished so much since Alyssa first introduced you to us 4 years ago." I try and blink away the tears ultimately failing. "Oh honey," Donna whispers pulling me into another hug. I feel three more sets of arms around us, without having to look I can tell it's Alyssa, Amanda and John. We stand there for a few minutes before breaking apart at the sound of the doorbell. I turn to Alyssa confused.

"Did you invite anyone else?" I ask, she shakes her head in response.

"No, everyone we invited is here," she says returning the confused look. I excuse myself from them before making my way to the front door. But of course mom is already there. I look at her confused when she turns around with a pizza box in her hands, after shutting the door.

"What's with the pizza? Dinner is almost done," I question. She shrugs handing me something before moving towards the couch, setting the box on the coffee table and sitting next to Heather. I take a deep breath seeing my wallet. I open it and see the cash I had in there gone. "Why do you have my wallet? This was upstairs in my room." I continue to question.

"Your sister wanted pizza, and neither one of us had any cash. I know you always have cash on you so I didn't think you'd mind." She says as if that's enough of an explanation as to why she'd steal my wallet and why they'd order pizza on Christmas.

You've got to be kidding me.

"We've been cooking Christmas dinner all day! Why would you order pizza? Why did you go into my room and take my wallet and money?" I try and keep calm knowing I've been on the verge of lashing out all day.

"What's going on in here?" Alyssa asks walking out of the kitchen. The rest of her family following behind, all looking confused.

"Y/m/n and Heather ordered pizza for dinner meanwhile we've spent all day cooking Christmas dinner." I say, closer and closer to finally losing my cool. Alyssa, sensing this, moves quickly to stand by my side resting her hand on the small of my back rubbing small circles knowing that clams me down. I let out a sigh and slightly relax into her touch.

"It's okay baby, relax." Alyssa whispers into my ear. I relax further at her words but my eyes snap open at the comment from my sister.

"Gross, haven't you gotten over that gay thing yet? I thought that was just a phase in high school." she scoffs. I glare at my 'sister' looking to my mom who is standing by nodding in agreement with Heather. "You could do so much better than her any way. I mean look at her-" she gestures to Alyssa who's touch halts on my back.

At that point all I see is red.

"Seriously?!?" I exclaim cutting her off from continuing. I slowly push away from Alyssa finally at my breaking point. "You can say anything you want to about me. I'm used to your bullshit having been exposed to it all my life, but when you start talking bad about my wife. That! Is where I draw the line." I say moving towards the guest bedroom my mom was staying in.

"Wife?" I hear behind me but I ignore it continuing on my way. I stuff all of her belongings into her bag before moving to the front door. I open it and throw her bag onto the front porch. I turn to her and Heather who look at me like I'm crazy.

"I've had enough of you two ruining my life. You need to leave. Now. Or I will not hesitate to call the police and have you forcefully removed from the premises." I stand and point to the open door waiting for them to move.

"But sweetheart, it's Christmas you can't throw your family out onto the streets," Y/m/n says trying to guilt me like she used to. I walk towards her stopping behind the couch.

"No, you haven't been my family for a long time. My family is those people over there who actually care about me unlike you who has always put Heather over me. For once in my life, I will not back down. Now leave or I will call the cops." The two share a look before moving to the front door. I grab the pizza box off the coffee table before following behind them to the front door.

"Don't forget your Christmas dinner," I call as they get to the steps on the porch. They turn to me, Y/m/n reaching out to take it, I smile sweetly opening the box before throwing it at her causing her to scream and shock. "Oops…I tripped." I shrug before closing the door. I lean my back against it letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Baby, are you okay?" I feel Alyssa's hand on my cheek, muck like earlier, softly brushing her thumb over my cheekbone. I bring my arms up to wrap around her waist before taking a deep breath, opening my eyes looking into hers. I lean forward pressing a kiss to her lips letting it linger for a moment before pulling back resting my forehead on hers.

"I've never been better. Now I get to peacefully enjoy our first Christmas together as a married couple with your- sorry our family," I whisper, she smiles pressing another kiss to my lips. I pull her closer to me, resting my head on her shoulder as her arms move to wrap around my neck holding me in a hug. I glance up over her shoulder to see Amanda, Donna and John back in the kitchen sitting around the island laughing together.

"Yea, definitely our family," I sigh pressing a final kiss to her lips before moving so one arm is around her waist as I lead us into the kitchen to enjoy Christmas together.

~~~

I watch from my place on the bed as Alyssa gets ready to sleep, moving around the room doing her night routine. The others in the guest rooms having decided to head to bed after we all watched a Christmas movie with hot cocoa. The TV remote in my hand ready to press play on The Santa Clause, one of Alyssa and I's favorites.

"Are you sure you're okay? Today was a lot," Alyssa asks as she climbs under the covers, snuggling into my side. Her head resting on my shoulder but tilted up to be able to look me in the eyes looking for signs I'm lying. I wrap my arm around her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Of course, I mean my nose will be bruised for a few days but other than that I am fine. This has been a long time coming. I'm sorry it happened on Christmas but I don't regret that it happened. I hope they take the hint and never contact me again." I explain, she smiles leaning up to press a soft kiss to my bruised nose. "I love you Alyssa," I whisper as she pulls back.

"I love you too Y/n, forever." I send her a smile before leaning back in bed pressing play on the remote before setting it down to wrap both arms around my wife.

Best Christmas Ever.

[termitnik]

fuck you all and fuck me as well merry christmas check your bathroom now to all those who celebrate 🎊

[thatenbypan]

"Fuck you all, and fuck me as well. Merry Christmas. Check your bathroom now."

[trans-leek-cookie]

merry Fuck you all, and fuck me as well. Merry Christmas. Check your bathroom now. to all who celebrate

[that-kid-bunny]

fuck you all, and fuck me as well. Merry Christmas. Check your bathroom now.

[enchantedflameandflower]

A Billy Butcher Christmas

YOU try celebrating Christmas with Butcher...

Co-written with CheshireCat

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Waiting alone in your dark apartment, you wondered what could possibly be keeping Billy so long.  

M.M. had texted you that they were wrapping up the stakeout for that Supe they were trying to tie in with a known gun-runner and explosives smuggler. His contact had gotten spooked and never showed. 

You stopped pacing and sat down on the couch again with a huff and then a long sigh. Billy was probably in some bar drinking away his anger. You only hoped he didn't start a brawl. "I suppose I should check my first-aid supplies," you griped at the empty room as you got up to check the kit you kept in a cupboard in the bathroom. 

On your way back to the living room, you glanced out at the Christmas lights on the houses below your balcony twinkling like multi-colored stars in the dark. "Yeah...Merry Christmas," you said softly, thinking the best gift you could have would be Billy coming home safe and not too badly banged up.

Sighing softly, you went to the kitchen to pour a glass of whiskey. Pulling the bottle down from the top cupboard you tipped a bit of the liquid into your glass and then you poured some more. It was rich and warm on your tongue and burned just the right amount going down. Kind of like Billy. 

Turning all the lights down, you went curl up in your favorite chair and just gaze at the lights. Billy would be here soon, and the alcohol helped to calm your worry.

For a bit, you made yourself relax but when you finally heard the keys jingling in the lock you jumped up from the couch, almost spilling your drink.

Damn...you could hear him grumbling and cursing through the door before it even opened. You knew how any perceived failure that amounted to wasting a night without nailing the perps they were after frustrated and angered him. You just hoped the end result wasn't too bad. Well, at least you knew you had plenty of everything to patch him up, if needed.

Setting your glass on the coffee table, you went to the door just as Billy got it open. “Hey,” you murmured. You couldn’t help but scan him head to toe checking for both injuries and his mood. He had a small cut on his temple, but that seemed the extent of his physical ails, at least. 

You inwardly breathed a sigh of relief but put on a sympathetic face nonetheless.  "M.M. told me tonight was a bust. What happened?“ 

You knew it was good to let him grumble a bit and get it off his chest while he actually processed things. As soon as he shrugged out of his coat you took his large hand and pulled him inside leading him to the couch. 

Good thing you'd thought to bring the bottle of whiskey and an extra tumbler to the coffee table. 

He sat down heavily and looked up at you, dark eyes swirling with emotions but warming and calming a little as he gazed up at you. He poured himself a measure of whiskey and put his strong arm around you when you curled up on the couch beside him, pulling you in against him, tucked into his side. 

Happily, you nestled in against him and waited while he gathered his thoughts.

“The cunt never even showed,” he growled. “Worthless piece of shite. I should have known better than to think he would come through. He were only someone Frenchie knew through someone else and M.M only met the fucker once.” He huffed a sigh and took a long drink of the whiskey before setting it aside. “Fucking waste of a whole night.”

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, nestling closer to him and rubbing your hand over his chest. “There’ll be another chance. It’s Christmas Eve, maybe something just threw his plans off.”

Billy turned to look at you. “It’s what?”

"It's...it's Christmas Eve," you said again softly then cleared your throat. You'd told yourself you would not be disappointed if he didn't remember, but you'd still kind of hoped maybe he felt a little of the magic in the air and would want to share that just with you. 

You looked over at the little tree you'd bought and his present you'd wrapped last night and tucked under the branches. You knew he didn't have the fondest childhood memories of Christmas and had hoped to maybe make it special for him this year. 

You swallowed down your own disappointment. "I just meant he might have family or a girlfriend or something and had a last minute change of plans. We’ll get another chance.”

Billy looked out the window as if he was seeing the Christmas lights for the first time and the expression on his face lightened just a little…

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Let us know if you want more! 🎄❤️

Part 2

[fiendishartist2]

fuck you all, and fuck me as well. merry christmas. check your bathroom now.

[beneathstarryskies]

Merry Smutmas! 🎄 Header by @actuallysaiyan

Word Count: 784

Summary: Vergil offers to go Christmas shopping with you, and so you decide to reward him in the dressing room.

Warnings: semi-public sex, fem!reader, smut, alluding to anxiety

This was your second Christmas with Vergil. Last year he had vague memories of the holiday from his mother, but this year he pretty much knew the drill. Which meant he was aware that you were going to spend the next month obsessed with all things red, green, and shiny. Last year, Christmas shopping was out of the question. He wouldn’t even consider going out into the hustle and bustle of the stores. You didn’t even bother asking him to join you this time around. 

You’re getting ready to go out for the day. You give Vergil a quick kiss on the cheek and tell him you’ll be Christmas shopping. Then, you disappear into the bathroom to put on your makeup. When you reappear all primed and ready, Vergil stands at the ready by the door. He’s wearing a dark blue sweater and a black coat. You smile sweetly and take his hand. 

“Are you coming with me?” you ask. 

His cheeks are dusted in pink and one of his dimples appears when he gives you a shy smile, “Yes, I would like to. If you’d permit me.” 

You nod happily and kiss him, “I’d love that!” 

Seeing your face light up makes him feel confident he’s making the right choice. 

The first couple of hours go by well. Vergil’s height definitely proves useful in navigating the crowds going from store to store. However, after lunch he becomes more weary of all the people. There's still a way to go before you can head home, but you know he needs a little motivation. You look around and spot the dressing rooms in the back of the store. You grab his hand and drag him along. 

“Where are we going, dear?” Vergil asks politely, nervously looking around to make sure there are no threats that have caused your sudden excitement. 

“I thought you need a little break from shopping,” you explain cryptically, aware of the crowds of people around. 

Soon, it’s just the two of you in the quiet dressing room. As you lean in to kiss him, standing on your tiptoes, the shopping crowd feels a million miles away. Vergil hands instinctively go to your waist, holding onto you for dear life as he sinks into the warmth of your sweet kiss. 

“Here?” he asks, an eyebrow raised quizzically. 

“Only if you want to,” you assure him as your hands hover over the button of his pants. 

“Oh, I want to,” he growls. He begins leaving a hot trail of wet kisses on your neck. His mouth makes its way lower while he pushes your skirt up higher. 

“We have to be quiet.” 

“Mhm,” he hums against your collarbone. He pushes his hips against yours, and you can feel he’s already hard. That’s one thing you discovered early about Vergil, he is quick to get riled up but painfully adept at hiding it. You wonder how long he’s been waiting for a chance to fuck you today. 

His hand wanders down to your panties and slides underneath the waistband. The wetness coating his fingers brings forth a soft grunt of satisfaction. 

“My, my,” he whispers. “It seems danger excites my little flower.” 

He slides your panties down your legs and slips them into his pocket. By the time he stands up you’re already frantically opening his pants to free his aching cock from its confines. He pushes your hands away. 

“Turn around, facing the wall,” he growls against the shell of your ear leaving no room for you to argue. You turn around and he pushes your legs apart with his knee. You feel the tip of his cock press against your clit before he drags it to your hole. He pushes into you slowly, savoring every inch. His hand covers your mouth when he bottoms out to keep your noises in check. 

The rest is almost a blur. Vergil manages to keep his thrusts quiet while still hitting that sweet spot that has you seeing stars. Your cunt drools on his cock as he works you to the edge of pleasure. With one more deep thrust, he has you coming undone for him. Your walls clench impossibly tight around his cock, pulling him along with you. He bites down on your shoulder as he fills your cunt with his sticky load. 

You’re both flushed and panting when he pulls out of you. He gives your panties back and you help each other get situated in your clothes once more. 

“That was just perfect, my love,” he says reverently before kissing your lips. “But…It did not put me in the mood for more shopping. I need to get you home now more than ever.”

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merry fuck you all and fuck me as well christmas!!! make sure to check for your ranier in the bathroom now

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I like how the more I learn about Petscop, the more confusing it becomes.

Great series but I don't think I could tell you a thing about it lol.

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Harringroveson Avenue

Merry Christmas! Happy Steddie exchange! @bangarangdarling

 “Ah,” Eddie sighed softly. “There's nothing quite like the first hit of fall flavored coffee.” Eddie smiled brightly at the diner owner, giving him a quick wink and an air kiss.

Billy laughed brightly, not completely immune to the flirtation. “I knew you were a pumpkin spice bitch.”

“I can be your-” Eddie started.

“Shut up and pay your tab Munson, I got other customers waiting for me.” 

“Other customers as roguishly handsome as me?” Eddie asked as he reached out to run his fingertips over the back of Billy’s hand.

“Fuck off,” Billy grinned devilishly, a playful tone in his voice as he pulled away from Eddie, turning to go check on the other people in the dinner. 

“That's no way to talk to your favorite customer is it?!” Eddie called after Billy who just lifted his hand, gave Eddie the finger and took an order from another customer.

Eddie laughed and pulled out his wallet, he took out a twenty and left it on the counter for Billy. The diner owner always made his ‘mornings’ way more interesting. They’d flirt, they bicker, they’d shoot the shit and then they’d go about their days. 

Eat Me Diner had been around since before Eddie moved down to the close knit community in California, and when Eddie bought the shop next door to the diner, the owner was the first person to Welcome Eddie to the neighborhood. Well, Billy and Steve Harrington the shop owner that was on the other side of the diner.  

According to Billy it was Steve’s idea to come and welcome Eddie, but by the way the bookstore owner fled the scene as soon as he possibly could, Eddie had trouble believing that. 

Steve had been nothing but a thorn in Eddie's side, always bitching about this or that, always turning his nose up at Eddie and maybe most infuriating, always stealing his favorite counter spot at Billy’s diner.

Eddie would never say it outloud but Steve Harrington was probably his biggest rival for Billy's attention.  Eddie wasn't opposed to kicking the snot out of the preppy pretty boy, but since he was booked up with appointments till the end of the year, Eddie couldn't afford the jail time. 

“I love you too baby boy.” Eddie called out to Billy, who grinned, wide and toothy at him. 

Eddie put his hand to his ear giving Billy the ‘Call  me’ sign as he started walking backwards toward the back door. Once Billy laughed Eddie turned toward the exit sign at the back of the diner. 

Each business has an apartment overtop, two bedrooms, one bathroom and a living area, the apartments have exits and entrances separate from the shops around back and the shops at the ends of the streets have fire escapes. 

There’s a long hallway in the back of both the first and second floors connecting all the shops and apartments to each other. The hall is only about four feet wide lit by dim fluorescent lights, it was meant as an added protection and Eddie loved the design. It gave the whole building a nice private and almost creepy vibe.

Eddie opened the back door and walked straight into the devil himself. Their chests collided and Eddie put his hands up instinctively to catch the other person and steady himself. 

“Christ, Munson, don't you ever watch where you're going?” Steve hissed as he jerked away from Eddie and wiped at his pale blue button up shirt.

“Nah, takes the fun out of walking if you ask me.” Eddie answered back, arching a brow at the other man and giving a lopsided grin. 

Steve looked good. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his jeans were a dark blue and they fit him sung in all the right places. Steve's hair was pushed back in a messy swoop that screamed overworked teacher in the best kind of way. 

“You know, I have a book on walking for idiots. One on good manners too.” Steve spoke dryly as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Well, shucks Steveie boy, you wouldn't happen to have any of your fancy learning books on how to" Eddie spoke in an overly thick hick accent, then flattened back out to his normal voice. “Not be a fucking prick?” 

Steve glared down his nose at Eddie, not a flicker of amusement showing on his strin beauty marked face. Eddie didn't back down, he’d grown up in a trailer park, no scrawny rich kid would intimidate him.

“You got a problem with me, big boy?” Eddie asked without moving an inch.

Steve rolled his eyes at the nickname and Eddie watched the way his jaw flexed clearly thinking on his words.

“Get out of my way, Munson.” Steve growled down at Eddie in a low rumble.

“Why don't you try to make me,” Eddie challenged, closing the distance between them. “Big boy?” 

“Alright, alright, that's enough.” Billy interrupted, putting a hand on each of their shoulders and pushing them away. “You’re both pretty,”

Steve snorted out a laugh and rolled his eyes, turning his head away from Eddie. Eddie’s lips twitched in a half snarl. Billy sighed and turned to face Eddie.

“Get going, no need to catch a charge today.” Billy gave Eddie a wicked look then pushed him toward his shop’s door.

Eddie watched as Billy pushed Steve into the diner. Fitting his boot under the door Eddie kept it cracked open so he could watch them walk to the counter, Billy plopped Steve down where he’d just been sitting, whispering something decidedly dirty in his ear. Steve’s face changed at the words, his eyes brightened, his lips quirking up into a smile.

Frowning Eddie left the diner and walked the six feet to his own business. As he pulled out his keys and opened the shop he felt the icy grip of jealousy at the thought of them together. With a sigh Eddie kicked open the back door to his tattoo shop.

When Eddie had first bought the space next to the diner he thought he’d been blessed by the gods. Not one, not two, but half a dozen extra hot business owners on the same block. Eddie was more than a little self conscious, everyone was so familiar with each other, it was like one big family that Eddie wasn't fully welcome in.

Billy’s diner was the center, people went where the food was, and Billy just had this way about him that drew people in. The man could be a total dick, he was grumpy and bitter at times and if anyone dared mention his father Billy would lose his shit… When Max, his younger sister, would bicker or fight with him Billy would snap at everyone in the diner.

But Max would give him a begrudging hug or one of the customers would pat his shoulder and Billy would relax. Eddie watched the diner owner work his way through the anger, watch him breathe or close his eyes and ground himself. It confused and stumped Eddie how everyone let Billy treat them like shit. But when Eddie walked in on Billy having a panic attack in the stairwell one day things started making sense. 

Eddie had seen more than his fair share of traumatized people dealing with triggers and PTSD. Eddie sat with Billy through the panic attack. Eddie didn't let Billy's vicious words deter him from helping Billy through his pain, he just smiled and spoke softly till Billy's breathing leveled out.  Afterward Billy welcomed Eddie into the tight knit group and the other accepted him too, well most of them.

Hargrove’s diner 'Eat me' was in the middle of the block, Eddie’s shop was on the left ‘Hellfire Tattoos'’, Steve’s book store on the right of the diner ‘Harrington's Trove’. Beside the book store was a photographer's office. It was small and the apartment up above it was more like a studio, but the owner Jonathan never used it for anything but storage and never complained.   

Across the street were the girls' businesses. Heather’s gym was in the middle, to the left was Chrissy’s Beauty Boutique and on the right was Robin’s music shop and beside her was a newspaper office owned by Nancy. None of the girls stayed in the apartments above their businesses, they all had real houses like the adults they were, unlike Billy and Eddie who were more like trash goblins. 

The girls called the block ‘Harringroveson Avenue’. Eddie and Steve were less than thrilled with the name, but Billy's lips always curved up into the faintest of smiles when he heard them say it so Eddie never gave them any grief about it. 

Steve however always had a snide remark to hurtle at whoever said it. Eddie didn't know what it was about him that personally offended Steve Harrington, but anytime Eddie was around Steve’s face would drop and his attitude would sour. It was honestly too bad since Steve was one of the hottest men Eddie had ever seen. 

“Eddie! Open up!” 

The sound of pounding on the door snapped Eddie out of his thoughts, he sighed and headed over to the front door to let in the other artists. 

“You gotta give us keys, man. We’ve been knocking for five minutes straight.” Jeff said, rubbing his knuckles.

“Seriously,” Gareth agreed.

“Yeah, yeah, I'll get around to it.” Eddie grumbled as he stalked back to his sectioned off area.

“You’ve been saying that for a year. Just give the apprentice the key and let him make us copies.” Frank Ian Grant, the last member of their band said with an exasperated sigh. 

“Dustin is here to learn how to tattoo, not run errands.” Eddie sighed.

“As if we weren't running errands for the first nine months of our apprenticeships.” Jeff snorted out with a laugh. “I didn't even get to prep the stations till I'd been there for three months.”

“That's true.” Eddie said with a shrug. “Fine, fine, but I don't want anyone crashing on the couch. Can't have that thing smelling like ass when our clients come in.” 

They laughed.

“Just make us a spare for your apartment too and you won't have to worry about it” Frank Ian Grant snickered.

“I'll make you a key, but I've fucked my guy all over that apartment and I sleep naked, so I don't think you-”

“Enough said!” 

“Dude!”

“Never fucking mind!” 

They answered in unison, laughing so hard tears pricked their eyes. 

*****

Eddie sighed and leaned his head against the door to his apartment, it had been a long night. He’d only had two clients, but man were they a challenge. The first wanted his tattoo on his skull and ended up passing out. Eddie called the paramedics and they carted the man off to get checked out at the emergency room. The second client wanted a spine tattoo, which caused Eddie to hunch over most of the night, unable to find a comfortable position. 

The lock clicked and Eddie frowned, he looked down at the keys in his palm then back at his door wondering if his door had unlocked itself. The confusion passed quickly as the door to Billy’s apartment opened, Eddie perked up, his eyes flickered down to his watch and read 2:30am.

“What are you doing up so-” The rest of Eddie’s sentence died on his lips as Steve stepped out of Billy’s apartment.

Steve startled, he gasped, eyes going wide as he turned to face Eddie. Reconitation settled in twisting Steve’s face from soft surprise to harsh annoyance.

“Don't you have anything better to do besides be a creep, Munson?” Steve scoffed, looking at Eddie in disgust.

“Oh goodie, a wild asshole appeared, just what my night needed.” Eddie dead panned. 

“You were waiting outside Billy’s door and I'm the asshole? That's real rich.” 

“You do know I live here,” Eddie put his finger to his door. “Right?”

“I’m aware.” Steve answered dryly. 

Eddie looked at Steve with squinted eyes waiting for the other man to realize how ridiculous he sounded. As the silence drew out Eddie rolled his eyes and shook his head, if Steve wanted to be stubborn that was his God's given right, Eddie however had no intention to waste another second on the asshole.

“Right, well I’d invite you in but I’m all out of tea and crumpets, so,” Eddie put his key into his lock and opened the door.

“That's for British people.” Steve laughed.

Startled Eddie thought it sounded like a genuine laugh, not dripped in sarcasm or condescension, but a bright beaming light that caused Steve to glow. 

Hesitating Eddie looked over his shoulder at Steve who suddenly looked too happy, like a kid in a candy shop. Eddie couldn't help but be pulled into the sound, like a moth to a flame, he was consumed by the break in Steve's facade.

The moment passed once Steve noticed Eddie staring and again his face slipped into annoyance. Eddie blew out a huff of air, a little bitter at the fact that Steve felt he needed to wear a mask around him.

“Well then, whatever rich people have to serve guests, I'm fresh out!” Eddie said as he shoved into his apartment and slammed the door shut behind him. 

Eddie was tired, too tired to deal with Steve’s bullshit, too tired to do anything but shower and throw himself onto his bed. 

*

“Come on, don't be a buzzkill.” Robin sighed heavily as she picked at her plate of food.

“It’ll be fun, I swear!” Heather said, putting her hand over her heart. 

Steve chuckled softly, he looked over at Billy who was standing behind the counter looking at the two girls like they'd just offered him dirt. 

“No, no, no, I don't do this weird,” Billy gestured to the door in a dismissive manner. “Small town Christmas bullshit. I’m not in a hallmark movie for Christ’s sake.”

“Billy, it's fun! You get to make a booth, or man a game station! You get to get into the festival for free and you get like 100 free tickets to ride the rides and buy food. It's amazing!” Heather jutted her bottom lip out and gave Billy puppy dog eyes. 

“It’s October! I haven't even set up Max’s stupid house of horrors yet. I’m not thinking about Christmas! I’m not even thinking of Thanksgiving yet, I am thinking of all the things I gotta do for Max, and Steve, and Eddie, and El. My brain can not handle one more fucking task or I will lose it, Heather, I will lose my goddamn mind and I will take you with me.” Billy ranted.

Steve put his hand on Billy’s shoulder, reaching over the counter to do so and rubbed little soothing circles into him. 

“Has anyone told you recently that you should see a fucking therapist?” Heather asked with a smirk.

“I have a therapist.” Billy dead panned then moved away from the conversation to go wait on other tables.

They all laughed. 

“So, how about you Steve. Did you sign up yet?” Robin asked.

“We signed up together…” Steve said, rolling his eyes.

“I forget we do things sometimes.” Robin answered, shaking her head.

“Maybe you should lay off the special brownies, keep some of those brain cells alive.” Steve replied. 

“Whatever grandpa,” Heather snorted.

“What did you sign up for?” Nancy asked as she sat down next to Robin and started stealing fries, Robin smiled brightly at her. 

“Where the hell did you come from, Wheeler?” Heather asked, looking over Robin’s shoulder.

“Here, cob salad with ranch, a burger with avocados, and chili cheese fries. No drinks.” Billy said as he handed her a to-go bag. 

“Thanks Hargrove, you’re a peach.” Nancy handed him some cash then gave Heather the finger. 

“Eat me.” Heather shot back. 

“Oh, oh! I volunteer!” Answered a voice that grated on Steve’s nerves. 

“Great,” Steve muttered as he crossed his arms over his chest and sat back in his seat.

Billy shot him a look and Steve sighed, content to just ignore Munson. Heather laughed bright and high, she turned to wrap her arms around Eddie then kissed his cheek.

“Baby the way you eat, just name the time and place.” Heather said with a wink and a flick of her tongue across her lips.

Robin and Steve made eye contact and she faked a gag, Steve smiled at that. He was glad that at least Robin disliked Eddie too, the others took to him like flies to shit and it drove Steve mad. 

Steve and Robin's faces did all the talking as Eddie flirted with anyone within a five foot radius. They mocked him relentlessly in their own special way and snickered to themselves as the rest of the group focused on Eddie. 

Billy shot the pair of them a glare before again handing over a to-go bag, Eddie took the bag, then Billy’s hand and pressed a kiss to the back before winking at Hargrove. Billy grinned a wide toothy smile, and Steve rolled his eyes so hard he thought they’d get lost in the back of his skull. 

“I’ll see you later tonight?” Eddie asked.

“Don’t be late this time, asshole.” Hargrove replied. 

Steve’s shoulders slumped, his face pulling down into a frown as he popped another fry into his mouth and sighed. It wasn't like Steve hadn't known they were seeing each other. Billy had talked to him about it before agreeing to go on the first date, but it still stung knowing Billy was going out with another guy. 

Steve shouldn't be upset, shouldn't feel like his heart was being stomped on, but he did. Billy had never dated another man before, it was only ever Steve and Heather, maybe a few other girls… Which was somehow better… It meant Steve was special.

Beside that Steve didn't know what Billy saw in Eddie, the man was covered head to toe in tattoos, leaving only small patches of untouched skin. Eddie's finger tips, most of his face and his palms were the only visible untouched skin on Eddie's body, or what Steve had seen of it. But the lack of face tattoos was compensated by piercings, septum, tongue, right eyebrow and ears, cartilage and lobe had at least two each. 

Eddie's finger tips grazed against Steve’s back as he passed behind him which made the frown on Steve’s face deepen. Turning, Steve watched Eddie leave the dinner, the man had such an elegant almost mesmerizing gait even Steve could admit to the allure, but too bad Eddie was such a cocky prick. 

“So… What’d you sign up for?” Heather asked with a soft look of sympathy on her face. 

“Oh, um, I'm doing a mystery booth. They’ll pick a partner for me then we’ll collaborate and make a booth together.” Steve answered glumly.

“Oh! That sounds so fun!” Heather said pointedly toward Billy. Who just rolled his eyes and walked off

“I wonder who you’ll get.” Robin said as she fed Heather a fry.

“As long as its not Jason again I'll be fine. If I have to hear one more fucking thing about his parent's church I'll drop dead.” Steve groaned.

Heather choked on a fry as she laughed. “Oh God's, literlly ANYONE else would be an upgrade.” Heather sputtered.

Steve nodded his head as he dipped his fry into ketchup and popped it into his mouth.

****

“I'm so excited!” Heather squealed and squeezed Steve’s shoulders. “I wonder who we got!”

Heather wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him, planting a kiss onto his cheek. “Thank you for signing up with us!”

The whole group had all come with Steve, Heather and Robin to check out the festival posting. The Halloween festival had been the night before and it had been a big hit. Max and Dustin’s house of horrors won the black metal coming in second place to El and Will’s monster mansion which took home the blood metal.

Max and Dustin weren't even mad, they had no qualms with losing to the other team since El and Will had scared even them with the amount of blood and gore the house used. They created a house with so many dead ends, it felt like there was no way out.  Eddie had helped the duo while Billy helped Max and Dustin, Steve got Lucas and Mike who didn't end up placing because they’d all been too distracted and ended up putting the haunted house together all at the last minute. 

The haunted houses were in the process of getting taken down and the group of shop owners took a break to check out the list. Nancy, Jonathan, Chrissy and Billy had insisted on coming with them to see what random person Steve had been paired with. 

“Steve, Steve!” Dustin huffed out as he stopped in front of Steve, arms out wide to hide the board behind him.

Heather let Steve go and scoffed at Dustin, she shook her head and walked around them. “Your kids are so weird, Harrington.” She remarked.

Steve frowned, “What the hell man?” 

“You- You can't,” Dustin huffed , hunching over to take a gasping breath. “You can't read that,”

Robin bumped her shoulder into Steve's and arched a brow at Dustin. “I think your kid is defective.” 

“Shut up.” Steve said brushing Robin's remark off . “Whats wrong with the list?”

“You can't-” Dustin shook his head and gasped. “You can't read it till you-” He took another breath and Steve started feeling impatient. “Till you promise not to-” 

This time when Dustin stopped to take a breath Steve pushed him out of the way and looked for his name. 

“No! No! You have to promise first!” Dustin yelled as he jumped onto Steve’s back and covered his eyes.

“Dustin what the hell!” Steve hissed as he staggered back trying to catch his balance. 

“Promise!!!” 

“Promise what?!” Steve yelled as he struggled to free himself from the boy.

“Oh shit.” Robin said from somewhere in front of him.

“What? What is it?” Steve asked, still fighting to free himself.

“Promise not to freak out! And swear you won't do anything stupid!” Dustin wheezed, struggling to keep his grip on Steve’s face.

“Oh” Billy muttered.

“What? Why would I fre-” Steve started then stopped, he shoved Dustin’s hands down off of his eyes then dragged the kid to the board. “No, no, no.” 

Everyone was staring at him with concern and that only made his stomach clench even tighter. This couldn't be happening. No, anyone but… Steve’s eyes latched onto his name, right next to Eddie Munson.

“At least it's not Jason..” Heather tried in a soothing tone. 

“Son of a b-”

*

“So….” Eddie chewed on his cheek as he looked across the table at Steve who looked a little too dressed up for a meeting with just the two of them.

Eddie had come dressed in a pair of black ripped up jeans, an old ratty band tee, simple black docs and a jacket that had the logo for his shop on the back. Steve on the other hand was dressed in pressed black slacks, a soft white sweater with a vest over top, his shoes were dress shoes and Eddie couldn't help but frown at them. 

They were sitting in Harrington’s book shop at one of the many round tables, blank papers scattered between them, bottles of cold water sweating beside them. They were paired together for the Christmas festival and assigned to make a booth that was entertaining, but not a game.  Eddie had suggested tarot card reading, a caricature drawing, and a kissing booth, but Steve refused them all.

“Whats your great plan then, big boy? Story telling?” Eddie muttered as he propped his head up on his fist, his elbow perched on the table for support.

“Maybe, it’s better than some stupid doddle or a card game.” Steve said as he rolled his eyes.

“We’d get more tickets at a kissing booth. You're pretty enough and with my good looks we make a killing.”

“Pft, you get two tickets. One from Heather and one from,” Steve cut himself off not wanting to finish that sentence. 

“From Billy.” Eddie finished for him.

“Fuck you.” Steve hissed.

“I’d love to big boy, but it’ll cost you two tickets since you’re such a-” Eddie started but was cut off by Steve standing up so fast his chair fell over.

"Shut your fucking mouth Munson! I wouldn't fuck you if you begged me. You're just a piece of shit low life that thinks he's so cool cause he was in a big hit band and has tattoos. So fucking what? You lack substance and one day everyone is going to see how fucking fake you really are."

Eddie got to his feet nice and slow, he pushed in his chair and closed the distance between himself and Steve. 

"I play the guitar, I sing, I tattoo for a living and my band has a platinum album. I teach my skills to people that wanna learn and I have fun with people that wanna have fun with me." Eddie answered in a lilting tone. 

Eddie shrugged, his lips curling into a soft smile. "The lack of substance you see is only there because you choose not to see it. I write all my own music and lyrics. I'm not JUST some piece of trailer trash, I'm also prettier and more talented than you could ever hope to be."

The words must have hit a little too hard cause Steve swung as soon as Eddie finished talking. Steve's fist connected with Eddie's jaw, the knuckle of Steve's middle finger split Eddie's bottom lip and he could feel warm blood dripping down his chin. Adrenaline kicked through Eddie but he didn't have time to process what had happened because Steve was swinging again.

Eddie ducked down under the hit and threw a punch of his own straight into Steve's ribs. Steve stumbled back, holding his ribs and angling his body away from Eddie, who grabbed Steve's shoulder and twisted him around so they were face to face again. Steve looked surprised but Eddie was angry so he swung again, hitting Steve in the mouth, then again and again. 

Blood gushed out out Steve's mouth from where Eddie had hit him, but he didn't put his hands up. Instead Steve grabbed the back of Eddie's neck, lurched forward and spat a mouth full of blood into Eddie's face and eyes. Reeling away Eddie brought the sleeve of his jacket up to his eyes to try and clear the blood from them.

"You think you're so much better than me because you chose art and music, because you followed your passions and made it work for you?" Steve laughed and Eddie swung out at the sound but hit nothing.

"I'm a Yale graduate with a law degree. I passed the fucking bar, I'm fully licensed to practice law in two countries. I'm not fucking jelious of some know it all art major." Again Steve laughed and again Eddie tried to hit him. 

Eddie scrubbed at his eyes, trying hard to blink away the blood blinding him. Steve shoved Eddie and he stumbled, tripping over something and ending up on the ground. 

"I don't care how amazing everyone thinks you are Eddie, I know people like you. You'll get bored soon enough, then you'll pack up and leave and I'll be the one picking up your mess when you're gone."

Eddie looked up, his eyes still burning, and his vision still blurry, but he could see well enough to make out the shape of Steve standing over him. The man looked down right menacing, a bloody smile plastered across his face and malice rolling off him in waves. 

"How about we set up a dunk tank?" Eddie asked as he laid down flat on the floor and dabbed at his eyes.

"What?" Steve asked, surprise clear in his voice.

"Look Stevie babe, I wanna go home and wash your blood out of my eyes. So either put me out of my fucking misery or pick a booth." Eddie sighed from the ground. 

"A dunk tank is a game booth you idiot." Steve answered, his voice fading as he spoke.

Eddie just laid there in defeat, he rolled his eyes and did his best to settle the rage and annoyance in his blood. They still needed to pick a fucking booth. 

*

The next two weeks were hell, Steve and Eddie had to work on the design and build of the booth, but nothing ever seemed to get done. They'd tried to work on the booth at least a dozen times, but each had ended up with a fight.  

"Fuck you." Steve hissed at Eddie.

Eddie sighed, he pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head from his side of the booth they shared.

 "If you can't even sit in a room with me without trying to hit me after ten minutes I am not helping you build shit."

"Don't be a baby Munson, I'm not going to try and bash your head in or anything." Steve scoffed.

"I am NOT giving you a weapon.” Eddie growled clenching his fists and trying not to get angry.

Steve laughed, high and bright. Eddie turned, face twisted in confusion as he watched Steve cover his smile and hunch over the table, his body alive with laughter. It was strange seeing him actually enjoying himself. 

Seeing anything other than anger, or hate on Steve's face was such a foreign thing. Eddie couldn't help but smile at the way Steve seemed to glow with joy. It suited him so well that Eddie wished he could see it more often. 

“I may not like you very much but….” Steve shook his head, his hand falling away from his mouth as his smile flattened out. “I don't think I’d do very well in prison.” 

“Oh, I think you’d do very well in prison.” Eddie snickered, Steve may be a total dick but he was beautiful, his honey brown eyes, his soft freckled skin, everything about Steve Harrington said he’d be everyone’s favorite toy in prison. 

The way Steve seemed to study Eddie made him want to shiver, instead he swallowed hard and looked away. Eddie let his hair fall into his face to hide the creep of a blush that colored his cheeks. Using his thumb Eddie scratched his eyebrow and licked his lips, nervous habits he thought he’d gotten over.

“A-anyways, we need to start soon.” Eddie stammered then cleared his throat. “If I swear not to bludgeon you to death, do you swear not to cut me up into tiny pieces?” 

“I’d never cut you up…” Steve said in a disgusted tone.

“I didn't mean-” Eddie looked up at Steve trying to convey that he wasn't serious.

A grin spread across Steve’s face, he leaned in closer to Eddie lacing his fingers together and bracing himself on his hands. Steve whispered low enough so no one else could hear him, the sound rolling over Eddie’s skin like silk.

“Too messy,” Steve’s voice was too sensual, so intimate that Eddie’s body reacted kindly. “I’d suffocate you with the tarp then feed you to sharks.” 

Eddie blinked, then blinked  again trying to figure out if Steve had just made a joke or confessed his nefarious intent. The words and the soft tone of Harrington's voice as he said it didn't match, leaving Eddie’s body reeling from the confusion. 

“S-so we have a deal then? No murdering each other?” Eddie asked with his hand out to shake.

Steve scoffed and shook his head as he settled back into his side of the booth. “If it will make you stop whining,” Steve took Eddie's hand and shook it. “I promise, not to murder you.”

*

“Consider it a personal favor, pretty boy,” Billy sighed as he gathered up dirty plates from the countertops.

“He’ll come get it when he's hungry enough.” Steve answered back, with a frown.

“All you gotta do is walk up the stairs, knock on his door and hand him his food. I’m not asking you to marry the guy, Harrington.” Billy huffed as he set the plates in the busboy's tub and started wiping down the counter. 

“Billy I-”

Billy slapped the rag down, he wiped his hands on his apron and grabbed Steve by the shirt, yanking him down so he could whisper in Steve’s ear.

“Be a good boy and I’ll let you sleep over tonight.”

Steve’s whole body shivered at the thought, he turned to look into Billy’s face and smiled. “Fine, but you don't get to snap at me when I cuddle you after I fuck you.”

Billy gritted his teeth and pulled away from Steve. “Fucking hell, okay. Just be fucking nice, one of these days Eddie is gonna snap and really don't have time to get rid of a body.”

With a glare Steve grabbed the to-go bag off the end of the counter, he gave Billy a withering look before stomping out the back door. 

“Thanks asshole, at least feed me to sharks when I get murdered, if you dump me in some hole I'll haunt you.” Steve growled. 

Everything in Steve's life had been just fine before Eddie Munson showed up. Dustin was his apprentice at the book shop, working on writing a book of his own. Lucas was working with them part time, between his final year of college and spending time with Max. Billy always had time for him and Heather was practically glued to Robin's hip. 

Everything had changed  so quickly when Eddie moved in. Dustin had always been a fan of Munson's band Corroded Coffin, so it wasn't a big shock to see his apprentice fawning over the guy. What had shocked Steve was Dustin quitting his job and abandoning his book to run off and play tattoo artist. Steve had known Dustin since the kid was ten, never once had Henderson ever even picked up a pencil to draw so much as a flower.  

In the thirteen years they'd known each other Dustin had wanted to be a scientist, an engineer, an actor and a writer, never once had he ever thought about becoming a tattoo artist. 

Steve knocked on the door to Eddie’s apartment, he’d just seen Eddie not six hours ago, looking half dead. Frowning at the thought, Steve was caught by surprise when the Christmas decorated door opened. His first instinct was to give Eddie the food and leave, but instead Steve just balked in bewildered shock as he stared down at a very naked Eddie Munson. 

“I-I” Steve stammered, face going bright red, ears burning at the indecency. “You- wha- Where are your-” Steve hissed, shoving Eddie back into his apartment and closing the door after them

"Who the fuck answers their door naked?!"

 Steve walked over to Eddie’s kitchen counter and deposited the to-go box before freezing dead in his tracks as Eddie’s sleep drunk voice spoke from over his shoulder.

“Relax, Big boy, the only people that could possibly knock on my door are all adults and it's not like you haven't seen a dick before.” Eddie spoke through a yawn.

Spinning around Steve glared at Eddie, but it was harder than Steve would have thought to look menacing while the other person is staring at you with a boner and a real bad case of bed head.

Eddie's grinned, wide and sugar sweet at Steve, he looked up above Steve's head amused by what he saw there. A chill ran up his spine and goosebumps rose on his skin, looking up Steve found himself standing right under a mistletoe. For a moment that felt like a lifetime Steve just stood there trying desperately not to blanch as he turned his eyes back to Eddie's.

Swallowing hard Steve shoved past Eddie and stomped right out the door, slamming it behind him hard enough to rattle the walls.

When Steve barged back into the diner Billy had tried his best to stifle a laugh, but hadn't done a very good job, which only made Steve’s face even redder. Hargrove had set him up and Steve was gonna make him pay for it later. 

*

They’d only made it halfway up the stairs before Steve grabbed Billy by his jacket and slung him against the wall. The shitty fluorescent lights from the halls only illuminated the first few steps at the top and bottom, leaving the pair in semi-darkness. Steve stood on the same step as Billy and crowded into the other man’s space.

“What the fuck Hargrove?” He hissed.

Billy just grinned and grabbed Steve’s jaw pulling him down into an open mouth kiss that left his head swimming. Forgetting his earlier objections Steve pressed his body in closer to Billy’s swallowing up the moan that he’d coaxed from Hargrove. They had a habit of finding release in each other’s bodies, kissing feverishly in the store room of the diner, or the office for Steve’s book store or most embarrassing of all the stairwells. 

“Seriously,” Steve said as he broke the kiss. “Why the f-”

Billy closed the distance again, effectively shutting Steve up with another kiss, Hargrove’s tongue slipping into his mouth to distract him once more. This time Steve shoved his hips into Billy’s, his hand snaking into Hargrove’s hair to fist around the golden locks.

“Why’d you send me up there?” Steve growled against Billy’s throat, kissing his Adam's apple as it bobbed when Billy swallowed a little too hard.

“By the look on your face when you stomped back into the diner I don't think you minded too much.” Billy answered a little breathless.

Steve pulled away just enough to look into Billy’s face. “He was naked.”

Billy huffed out a laugh and nodded his head pulling forward as much as he could to try and kiss Steve again. “I told you he had a nice body, and a pretty cock too.”

Steve snarled at that, he yanked Billy’s head back then pressed his lips to Billy’s ear growling out his words loud enough to vibrate through Billy’s body. “You like the way that pretty cock of his fucks you?”

Billy moaned, the sound echoing off the walls as he clutched at Steve’s back. 

“Answer me, baby. Do you like the way Eddie fucks you with his pretty cock?” Steve bit at Billy’s neck, loving the way the other man’s whole body arched into him.

“I-I” Hargrove started, but stopped at the sound of someone clearing their throat.

Steve froze, his body going rigid as the sound hit him square in the gut. Dread filled Steve, he looked up from Billy’s neck to see the Devil himself staring down at them, an amused grin spread ear to ear.

“Sorry to interrupt, but me and my pretty cock need to get past.” Eddie snickered from the top of the stairs. 

Steve’s blood went hot, his face and neck turning a deep red as he pulled enough away from Billy to look up at Eddie fucking Munson. Billy barked out a laugh, he hugged Steve to his chest then kissed him on the forehead.

“Munson, you fucking cock block.” Billy laughed the words.

Steve was stuck in Hargrove’s arms, mortification keeping him frozen in place. Mercifully Billy towed Steve behind him up the stairs.

“I could always help you get another one.” Munson teased as he started down the stairs.

Steve’s heart thudded in his chest, the blood rushing through his ears so loud he almost missed what Eddie had said. The idea had Steve’s cock kicking in his jeans, and Billy stopped dead in his tracks having felt it against his ass.

“Well come on then, I’ve got a big enough bed for three.” Billy said with a grin as he turned to face Munson on the steps. 

Steve looked up into Billy’s face, his own getting even hotter at Hargrove’s invitation. From behind him Steve heard Eddie stumble on the stairs then stop dead in his tracks.

“What, are you serious?” Eddie asked, and Steve’s eyes went wide as Billy’s grin spread wide showing teeth, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Come.” Was the only answer Hargrove gave before he started pulling Steve back toward his apartment. 

It had only ever been a game. Steve had been a bit of an asshole when Billy had first started fucking Eddie. Only in bed, when he knew it would push Billy over the edge of pleasure into ecstasy. 

It started off as jealousy, asking if Eddie could fuck Billy the way Steve did, asking if he screamed for Eddie the way he screamed for Steve, but Hargrove reacted so beautifully to it. 

Steve couldn't help but love the way Billy’s whole body arched at the mention of Eddie fucking him while he sucked Steve off, or the moans Steve pulled from Billy when he asked if he was their pretty little slut. 

But it hadn't been real and Steve had never intended on Eddie actually joining them, hadn't planned on having to watch Eddie’s filthy hands roam across Billy’s body. The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs had Steve’s heart jackrabbiting in his chest. 

Steve didn't even like Eddie, not really, they’d just started actually working on their Christmas booth design and only stopped trying to kill each other a few days ago. It was too soon…

And yet, Steve’s body burned at the thought of Eddie joining them, of Eddie really doing all the things Steve had teased and taunted Billy with. The very idea of Billy moaning around his cock as Eddie fucked into him sent a wave of need skittering though him like electricity in his veins.    

Steve watched as Billy pulled out his keys and unlocked the Christmas decorated door pushing it open and pulling him inside, they both turned toward the door watching as Eddie walked to the doorway and stopped, a question on his face.

“Whats wrong, Munson?” Billy asked in a soft understanding tone.

Steve was having a hard time looking at the man waiting in the door frame, his body feeling a bit too tight and his mouth feeling a bit too dry. Hargrove squeezed his hand and Steve looked up into his face.

“Are you okay with this?” Billy asked this time, since apparently Steve had missed it when Eddie had asked a moment before.

Swallowing hard Steve looked away from Billy, his eyes slowly finding Eddie’s. Was he okay with this? Steve didn’t know, he’d pictured it more then a few times, used it to get Billy off, but was it something Steve craved, or was he only doing it because he knew Billy wanted it. 

Peeling his tongue from the roof of his mouth Steve answered. “I’m not sure,”

Eddie nodded, he gave Billy a soft smile and Steve let the disappointment wash over him. A part of him wanted Eddie to stay, wanted to see what Billy found so appealing about the metal head.

“No problem. You two enjoy, I’ve got clients down stairs anyway.” Eddie blew a kiss at them. “If you change your mind, you know where I live.” 

Then he turned and walked away, closing the door behind him.

*

Steve wasn't sure Eddie would show up, not after what happened in the stairwell, not after Steve had frozen like a deer in headlights. They’d agreed to building the booth in his backyard since there was no way they couldn't fit their design at the shops. Steve had offered the house, then spent thirty minutes explaining to Eddie that the apartment above the bookshop was more of an office for him.

Steve's Nonno and Nona had moved from Italy when they were twenty two. They'd settled in this small town in California about five years later with their son, Steve's dad, Stephen Alessandro Harrington. They bought the shop and made this place their home. Made it his home too.

The house was a beautiful two story Tudor home, a deep rich colored wood paired with a bright yet soft yellow. Steve and Billy had hung lights and decorations, making the house look like something out of a damn Hallmark movie… just like his Nona always did every year, even if there hadn't been any snow yet. The weather anchor said a storm would be blowing snow in soon.

The inside was decorated warmly. Billy had gone a little Christmas crazy and suddenly Steve was self-conscious about the silver garland and mistletoes hung around the house. The tree in the living room was overdone, and the gifts crowding under it seemed outrageous now.

Steve startled when he heard the doorbell ring, he'd been in the middle of cutting up lemons for some fresh mint lemonade and managed to nic his pointer finger. Hissing at the stinging wound Steve ran his finger under some water then wrapped it with a paper towel and quickly ran for the door. Eddie cocked a smile at him and Steve struggled not to squirm under his gaze.

Munson was wearing blue jeans, some old boots, a black shirt under a nice thick jacket, skeleton gloves and a rainbow bandana around his neck, his hair was tied up in a bun… and he looked… good. The shirt hugged his body a little too tight, the jeans fit a little too well and with his hair pulled back like that Eddie had gone from grungy to unforgivably hot, even standing out in the cold gray afternoon light.

“You just planning to stare at me or are you gonna let me in?” Eddie asked with an amused smile. 

Steve rolled his eyes and stepped back out of the doorway letting Eddie pass before shutting the door behind him. Steve had dressed in his old paint clothes, a pair of loose fitting gray sweatpants, an old Adidas tee shirt that he'd cut large slits into the armpits, a thick warm jacket, some beat up boots and a black bandana to hold his hair back out of his face and keep his ears warm all of which was covered in paint splotches.

“Wow this place is beautiful. You and Billy did a great job with the decorations.” Eddie mused.

“How'd you kno-” Steve started but stopped when the obvious answer came to mind, Billy told him.

“This shouldn't take long, about three or four hours max.” Steve snapped as he led Eddie through the house and out the back door.

“You have plans later?” Eddie asked casually.

Steve snorted out a laugh. “And I would tell you that because?” 

“Just making conversation, didn't mean to step on your toes Big boy.”

Steve rolled his eyes again at the nickname, but the annoyance was short lived as Eddie grabbed his hand and lifted it up so he could inspect it. Frowning Steve started to pull his hand back when Eddie spoke, a worried look on his face.

“What happened to your finger?” Eddie asked as he carefully removed the paper towel from around Steve's injury.

“Nothing, I just cut it. It's fine, I'm fine. “ Steve answered, brushing Eddie off and taking his hand back.

“You should at least put a bandaid on it, Harrington.“ Eddie said with a shrug.

“Fine, if I put a bandaid on it will you feel better?” Steve asked with a sigh and an exasperated tone.

“Yes I will,“ Eddie smirked over at Steve, dipping his chin down and batting his eyes like a flirty school girl.

Scrunching up his face Steve looked at Eddie with what he hoped passed for disgust, hiding his amused smile. Turning on his heels Steve back tracked into his house, he pulled a small medkit out from one of his kitchen cabinets.

“This is a nice house, a little big for just you isn't it?” Munson asked as he leaned his chest over the island counter top to touch the little Christmas cactus by the window. Lmk do you want to get present

“Shut the hell up Munson.” Steve snipped without looking up as he wrapped the bandage around his injured finger.

Eddie sucked on his teeth and had the decency to look like he was trying really hard not to talk. 

“Its my Nonno and Nona's house. Was, whatever.” Steve shook his head freeing the image of his grandparents teaching him to cook in this very kitchen.

Lifting his freshly wrapped finger Steve smiled sharply at Eddie. “Happy now? Can we get to our booth?” 

Eddie laughed brightly, he nodded his head and pulled away from the counter. “Yeah, Let's do it  man.”

Building the base was deceivingly easy, so much so that Steve actually thought they'd finish on time. The clouds broke enough for the sun to give them a face sense of a lovely day, and the wind died down to a wisping breeze. Maybe it wouldn't storm after all.

 However, when they started building the back of the stage they hadn't yet laid the floorboards causing the frame to be unbalanced.... The frame made out of two by fours tipped over and Eddie caught it awkwardly with his shoulder, hissing in pain as it crashed against the bone.

They nailed down the floor boards after that. Within the next two hours Steve and Eddie managed to hurt themselves a least half a dozen times. By the time they finished the frame Eddie had smashed his finger, and tripped over abandoned tools three times. Steve had walked into a two by four, fell once and bashed the back of his head on a board when he stood up too fast more than once. 

They both very suddenly realized why Billy always insisted on helping them build or fix things. Hargrove grew up fixing things, working on cars and using tools for everyday things, they however did not. Unless you counted using screwdrivers to hijack cars, or tapping into your neighbors cable. 

The pair sat at Steve's kitchen table, tired and aching from the exertion. Steve poured them some lemonade and heaved a sigh. The house was nice and toasty, having the living room fireplace and the once in the dining room/kitchen burning. The temperature outside had dropped so suddenly they'd scrambled to put the half made both in the garage with the scattered tools they'd used.

 Eddie shifted in his chair, he'd let his hair down and taken off his over shirt, tying it around his waist leaving him in an almost see through muscle shirt. Steve's eyes tracked the pull of Eddie's muscles under his ribs, then looked away with a flushed face.

Seeing Eddie naked the other day had already started messing with Steve's mind, now it seemed the encounter in the hallway had completely fried it. All his feelings were starting to mix and blur, Steve couldn't tell if he'd changed his mind about Eddie or if all the lust and scheming by Billy had clouded his judgment. 

When Steve looked back he caught Eddie staring just as shamefully at him. Steve's wide cut shirt was showing a little too much of his chest, a nipple fully exposed and the left line of his abs peeking out. When he breathed Steve's stomach hollowed out enough to show just a glimpse of his happy trail. 

“So,” Eddie huffed as he looked away from Steve's body. “Have I unlocked your tragic backstory yet?” 

Steve looked over at Eddie, confusion on his face. “What?” He snapped. 

“Why aren't you a fancy lawyer?” Eddie asked, tuning his eyes to Steve's. 

Steve stuttered, tripping over his thoughts while he tried to process the shock and audacity of the question. 

“Wh-why would I-” Steve started.

“My dad was a petty thief…” Eddie hesitated, clearing his throat before starting up again. “And my mom. Well, she died young. Car crash, it was quick.” 

Eddie waved his hand out in front of his body while he said the last part, trying to dismiss his words as if they were unimportant, but there was a hurt in his eyes that he couldn't quite hide. Steve's face softened, his brows pulling down while his lips twitched into a frown.

“My dad got locked up for a good long while when I was twelve,” Eddie dropped his eyes to the table between them and chewed at his bottom lip.

Steve thought about when he was around that age, Dustin and his mom had just moved into the house next door and Steve had not taken splitting his Nona's attention with another kid well. Steve had been kind of a dick to Dustin for a while.  

“So my uncle raised me. We lived in a shitty one room trailer, in some shitty white trash trailer park.” Eddie smiled fondly at the memory, clasping his hands together and placing them on the table in front of him.

 “My uncle was a tattoo artist, but he quit and started working in a saw mill making paper, you know, to raise me or whatever. The man worked ten hour shifts, six days a week and we were still poor.” Eddie huffed out a humorless laugh.

Swallowing hard, Steve tried not to think, tried not to let his mind spiral with memories of his own childhood, which had been filled with luxury, but had always felt stifling and cold when he was with his parents.   

“I wasn't smart and I wasn't good at anything useful. Took me five and a half years to graduate high school, but my uncle never held it against me. He bought me my first guitar and took me to the library to study when he had time. He taught me how to draw and gave me my first tattoo.” Eddie's voice cracked, he swallowed then nodded his head struggling to go on.

The crack in Eddie's very carefully constructed persona threw Steve, he'd never seen the other man look so... Hagard. Steve looked at the tattoos covering Eddie's body and wondered which one was that special first tattoo.

“He got to see me on my first real tour. We'd signed with a label and our shows were actually selling out. God I'd never seen him look so proud.” Eddie's whole face lit up with a smile as he looked into his hands seeing something Steve could not.

“We put out two albums in a year and one went platinum. I had set up a bank account for my uncle, and he was going to quit as soon as he finished training his replacement. Our band had just started a world tour.” Eddie's face fell and Steve knew something bad was coming, could feel it in the way Eddie spoke.

“I got a letter about four months into our tour… from an estate lawyer.” Eddie's eyes filled with tears.

Steve felt his heart stop, he knew very well what that meant. Steve may have hated being a lawyer, but he knew the job like the back of his hand. Estate lawyers meant death. 

“There was an accident at the Mill… a fire. My uncle saved five people, he'd almost made it out, he was ten feet away from the door!” Eddie growled, anger and agony thick in his voice. 

Holding his breath Steve tried his best not to think about Dustin, who had such a similar story about his dad, who had been a firefighter. The overwhelming feeling of jealousy burned through Steve. Of course Dustin preferred Eddie, they could understand each other better then Steve ever could. Guilt slammed into Steve at the thought, how could he be jealous of possibly the worst day of their lives?

“A support beam crushed him… he saw it coming down and saved the other person.“ Eddie gritted his teeth and looked up into Steve's eyes. “Pushed them out of the way and let the thing fall right on him….” Eddie slammed one fist down on the table, his body shaking with anger.

“It was supposed to be his last day...” The words were strained and Eddie's face twisted into pure agony. “He wasn't supposed to be there, he was supposed to be on a beach or some shit, drinking and getting back into his art. Not dying in some shit hole in Indiana!!” Eddie screamed the last part and Steve swallowed hard looking away from the pain in Eddie's eyes.

Steve was at a loss, he just sat there frozen in place while Eddie scrubbed at his face with his bandana. So many feelings were warring inside Steve, screaming and clawing at his insides while he tried to let Eddie finish his story.

“I got my first sleeve afterward. Then another, and then my chest piece, my back, my legs.. once we finished our tour I quit the band and started tattooing. I couldn't even look at a guitar without feeling so much rage I couldn't breathe.” 

Steve closed his eyes and let his head drop on his shoulders. Suddenly ‘Tragic backstory’ made so much sense. With a heavy sigh Steve looked back over at Eddie, who was kicked back in his chair, one foot up on the seat so he could hug his knee to his chest. 

“My uncle always talked about moving out here and opening up a shop. That's why I'm here, and I know I blew a hole in your happy-” Eddie urged, his voice desperate for Steve's understanding.

“Stop,” Steve snapped at Eddie, putting a hand up to keep the metal head quiet. 

“Steve I-” Eddie started again.

Steve shot to his feet and let his chair clatter against the floor. “Just stop!” 

Steve glared at Eddie with hands up between them, Steve backed away making stopping motions with his hands to further get the point across to Eddie that he did not want to hear another word.

“Wh-” Steve shook his head and started again. “What the hell do you want from me Munson? A-a-a tragic backstory?!? Something worse than that to make you understand why I am the way I am? To make it okay that I've been a asshole to you??”

Steve ran his hands through his hair and shook his head, not fully able to verbalize his feelings yet.

“N-no, I-” Eddie started, he stood up and was looking at Steve like he was sorry.

Steve growled and closed the distance between them getting into Eddie's face. “You want me to talk about some fucked up tragic childhood that I experienced?“

Steve hissed the words like venom, and to Eddie's credit the man didn't flinch.

“I am part of the ‘Harrington and Yorkshire Law’ Harringtons. My father owns the majority share of the company.” Steve said softly, his face dropping into something that looked a lot like shame

Steve winced at Eddie’s reaction, the metal head’s jaw dropped open as he gaped at the information.

“Yeah,“ Steve nodded and took a step away from Eddie. ”Now how much does my shitty childhood even matter? Huh? Ohhh, poor rich kid, his parents never loved him. His dad only ever cared about power and only married his mom because her dad owned the Yorkshire law firm.“ 

Steve balled his hands into fists reliving all the arguments, the fights, the screaming and the begging. Steve remembered his mother breaking, he remembered her losing herself in pills while his father buried himself in work and women. 

“Poor rich kid who only ever had to be an heir and follow in his fathers foot footsteps. Poor rich kid who ran from his mansion to a loving home here,” Steve pointed to the ground and gestured to the house around them. “In this house, where the only people that even knew how to love a child lived. Where the poor rich kid had to watch as a new kid moved in next door and quickly realize that he'd have to share HIS nona and nonno...” 

Steve gasped, he took another step back and let the rest of his god awful words slip out. 

“Here, where that fourteen year old rich kid was a prick to the happiest eight year old he'd ever seen. Where the poor rich kid's Nona had to tell him why that happy little kid only had one parent, because that Rick kid was so fucking jealous that he didn't even notice the other kid only had a mom.”

Steve gritted his teeth and shook his head, so filled with anger at his past self for being so mean to a kid that was mourning the loss of his father. 

“Poor rich kid got to be loved by that kid and his mother... then go back to his parent's house and ache over the emptiness there. The absent mother and the overbearing father. Poor fucking rich kid got to go to yale and completely miss his Nona fading away, got to only catch the end of her battle with Alzheimers.” 

Tears burned Steve's eyes, that gaping sadness clutching his heart as he thought of his beautiful Nona's smile fading into confusion and fear. And that reaction had Steve reeling with anger again, anger he didn't know what to do with, anger that caged him and burned him with guilt, because what right did he have being so wrecked by his Nona's death when he'd had so many things that others would have killed for. How could he look Eddie in the eye and say 'My life was shitty too' when Eddie had lost so much. How could anything Steve ever say make it okay?

“Poor fucking me. I had to choose between my life as a lawyer and my home, but I choose wrong because I was so consumed with finally having my father's love, but it was never his love at the end of that fucking road. All that man was capable of was respect, but what the hell did that mean to me?”

Steve laughed a bitter angry sound that felt crushing. Eddie just watched him, silent and blank faced as Steve spiraled through his emotions. 

“By the time I realized I didn't give a shit what my father wanted, or thought of me, my Nona was gone and my Nonno was struggling. Dustin and his mom were helping my Nonno, they were doing what I should have been doing the whole time. I quit the law firm, came straight here and he died.” Steve's voice cracked on the last word.

Taking a shuddering breath Steve didn't know what to feel, the anguish of his Nonno's death, the guilt, the anger, or the deep aching sorrow. Steve ground his teeth and swiped furiously at the tears that spilled from his eyes.

“That's my great tragedy. I spent my life desperate for love from people that didn't know how to love anything, only to constantly fail the people that loved me more than I deserved.” 

Shaking his head Steve started to walk out of the room, but Eddie caught him before he could and wrapped his arms tightly over Steve's shoulders. Stunned by the hug, Steve stayed completely still in Eddie's hold. 

“I'm so sorry for your loss“ Eddie Whispered into Steve's hair.

Eddie’s words hit Steve like a truck, but he didn't know how to feel about it. 

“It's okay to feel like life wronged you when it took them away from you.” Eddie hugged Steve harder as he spoke.

Emotions whirled around in Steve, he tried to breath through his feelings like Billy had taught him, but every word Eddie spoke felt like a blazing wound in his chest. 

Steve swallowed hard and wrapped his arms around Eddie's back, hugging him tightly. For a long moment they stayed like that, clinging to each other for comfort in the doorway to Steve's kitchen. 

It was soothing, and warm, and it felt like… it felt like something was finally clicking into place. When they started to pull apart the moment suddenly felt very intimate, their faces only inches away from each other, arms still firmly fixed around the other. 

Eddie smiled softly and started to pull away, but the second of thunder cracked through the house and Steve stopped him. “You know, we're standing under the mistletoe.” 

Eddie looked up at the bundle of flowers, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Leaning in Steve brought his hand up to cup Eddie's face, again they stared at each other for a long moment, before slowly closing the distance.

Their lips lingered just a breath away, Steve ran his free hand across Eddie's lower back causing Munson to arch into Steve's body. As their lips finally brushed against each other, softly, a whisper of soft supple flesh, Steve groaned. 

The sound was akin to blood in the water, Eddie upped the pressure. Steve slipped his tongue into Munson’s mouth, who then snaked a hand up into Steve's hair and fisted a handful. 

Thunder sounded again, adding more fuel to their growing fire. Backing Eddie up against the door frame Steve pressed his body tightly into Eddie's, their hips slotting together as they slowly ground into- Thunder cracked through the house, so hard the windows rattled.

They broke apart just in time to see the lights flicker out. Steve cured under his breath and went to grab the flashlights. 

*

Eddie sat curled up on Steve's couch, where he'd been unceremoniously dumped after the lights went out. Steve had grabbed some flashlights, his cost and carted Eddie to the living room. 

Though Steve had given Eddie a flashlight and a thick red blanket with a picture of a bear on it, Eddie was still feeling a little anxious as he waited for Harrington to come back. 

The living room was warm, the fire going nice and hot, with a steady supply of chopped logs sitting beside the mantle. The tree was gorgeously decorated and the gifts underneath piqued Eddie's interest, but it was the simple worn guitar sitting beside it that captured Eddie's attention. 

After gnawing on his lip for what felt like forever Eddie walked over to the guitar, he just needed a better look to sate his curiousicity. It looked well cared for, old but loved, the strings looked new, but the neck had some chips in the placement lines. 

Eddie felt drawn to the instrument so he ran his fingers over the carved wood, just to keep the evil eye from looking at the beauty. 

“It was my Nonno’s, he brought it from Italy. That thing is nearly one hundred years old.” Steve spoke in a soft voice from behind him.

Eddie blushed, he turned and gave Steve an apologetic look, but the other man just smiled softly. 

“You can hold it, someone who knows what they're doing probably should. I try to keep it in good shape but.. I'm not an expert, don't even know how to tune the damn thing.” Steve mused.

Eddie's fingers itches to hold the incredibly valuable guitar, so much so that he did, he actually reached out and plucked the instrument off it's stand. Cradling it carefully Eddie looked up at Steve with a silent question on his face.

“Please,” Steve said in answer. “I’d love to hear it again.” 

Eddie swallowed, he hadn't played in years, not since his world tour ended, not after his uncle… because any time he'd so much as touched a guitar since then it burned him. It scorched his very soul with that white hot agony of his uncle's death.

but Eddie felt… the love and the tender care that the old guitar held in it's wood, he could hear the lively joyful music this instrument brought to life. 

Eddie plucked the strings, adjusting and tuning the fine instrument. It still sounded amazing, better than the ones Eddie has spent hundreds on or even the one he'd spent thousands on. 

“My uncle was tone deaf,” Eddie laughed softly. “The man couldn't hold a tune to save his life, but he taught me how to read music. How to feel it in the wood and string.” Eddie smiled filled with such fondness at the memory.

“I hear music skills sometimes Skip generations.” Steve chuckled. “My dad could play that thing like the devil himself was watching… but every time I touched it… it felt too heavy. Man, I could make cat's scatter and dogs howl when I tried to play.”

Eddie laughed. Steve perched on the arm of the sofa and watched Eddie with interested eyes, it made something low in his stomach clench. 

“Sounds like my uncle's playing.” Eddie quipped, and the smile Steve flashed seemed like a beautiful reward.

“What was his name?” Steve asked softly.

“Wayne,” Eddie answered, his fingertips plucking at the strings to create a light Christmas tune. “What about your grandparents?”

Steve grinned wide and devilish. “Well, my Nonno's name was Alassandro Harrington and my Nona was the great and beautiful Stefana Hovarth.” 

Eddie's jaw dropped in surprise, he laughed when Steve did and shook his head. “You're named after your grandma?” 

“No, I'm named after my father, but he's named after his mother.” Steve looked like he was trying not to laugh or make fun, but there was such joy in his eyes Eddie couldn't help but stare. 

“When my dad moved away from here he told everyone he was named after his parent, but never said it was his mother. I think he was ashamed, but God's that woman was something special.” Steve's face settled into something like bliss and Eddie wanted to see more.

“She sounds amazing.” Eddie spoke softly as his song started to reach a lyrical part. 

“Thanks…” Steve whispered.

Eddie smiled, a slow heartwarming thing that had his voice slipping out before he'd even decided if he would. 

The song was soft, nothing special, but Eddie liked the feeling of sharing the intimate moment with Steve. 

“I think you're going to have to stay, Eddie.” Steve said once the song ended.

“One song and you're ready to keep me.” Eddie teased.

Steve got to his feet and shrugged. “Yeah well, you have a beautiful voice.”

“And a pretty cock too, that's a very important selling point.” Eddie laughed, but stopped short when Steve turned on him.

“Put down my nonno’s guitar and then you can come to me all you want.” Steve scoffed then turned to gather the thick blanket from the couch. 

Eddie gently placed the instrument back into his stand, he slowly walked up behind Steve who was bending over to grab the rest of the blanket. Running a hand up Steve’s side Eddie fitted himself to Harrinton’s back. 

“Like this?” Eddie asked with a heady tone. 

Steve straightened slightly, pressing his body back into Eddie’s. The hand at Steve’s side slipped into the bottom of Steve’s shirt pressing his calloused fingers into the taut skin of his lower abdomen.

Steve let out a soft breath and tipped his head back. Grinning at the sight Eddie nipped at Steve’s exposed neck which was rewarded with a groan. 

Eddie used his free hand to grab Steve’s chin tilting it even farther before skinning his teeth into Harrington’s neck. The moan that erupted from Steve was almost too loud in the quiet house, the only other sound being the crackling of the fire before them. 

Pushing his hand down into Steve’s sweatpants Eddie grabbed the head of Harrington’s erection, growing harder himself at the fact that Steve was already dripping with precum. Releasing Steve’s neck Eddie started kissing the shallow teeth impressions. 

“Big boy,” Eddie whispered into Steve's ear. “How fitting.”

Steve hugged the blanket tighter to himself, lifting a bunched up piece to his mouth to keep himself quiet as Eddie stroked him. It was possibly the hottest thing Eddie had seen the other man do.

“You look so fucking beautiful right now.” Eddie breathed into Steve’s ear. 

Harrington relaxed in Eddie’s hold, his head tipping even further back to rest against Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie gently pressed his nose into Steve’s cheek nudging him softly in hopes of getting Steve to turn into him. 

Thankfully Steve had done exactly what Eddie wanted, turning to look into Eddie’s eyes. They kissed, slow and lenguid, like Eddie’s strokes. Slow dragging pumps that twisted and rubbed at Steve’s head. 

Eddie was enjoying the way Steve's body twitched and shivered, the soft keening sounds of lust and pleasure and teasing touches which tighten Eddie’s body with arasoul. 

Dropping the blanket Steve reached one arm up to fist his hand in Eddie's hair which made him moan into the kiss. The other hand had started to roam Eddie's body, but by the frustrated huff and breaking of the kiss Eddie guessed Steve wasn't too fond of the angle. 

Steve pulled out of Eddie's hold and turned to face him, which was the perfect opportunity for Eddie to push him down onto the couch. 

Steve started to get back up when Eddie dropped to his knees and slid Steve's boots off. The pants were the next to be removed before Eddie set his mouth to work on Steve's cock.

Harrington groaned, slipping his hands into Eddie's hair, pulling it all back and out of Eddie's way. Looking up at Steve through his lashes Eddie dipped low, swallowing up every inch of Steve delicious cock before bobbing back up to suck at the head. 

Eddie trailed a hand up Steve's body then angled him down onto the couch, Eddie popped up long enough to readjust them both. Steve laid longways across the couch one leg thrown over the arm while the other dangled off the edge leaving him splayed open for Eddie. 

“I'm not normally a bottom,” Steve breathed, he was sitting up on his elbows watching Eddie position himself between his legs. 

“I'll take really good care of you, baby. I promise.“ Eddie spoke against the Head of Steve's cock.

When Eddie started sucking again Steve let his head drop back between his shoulders, hips ever so slightly bucking into Eddie.

“L-lube in the side table, t-there.” Steve spoke better moans, pointing to a table by the other end of the couch.

“You keep lube in the living room table?” Eddie asked in an amused tone.

“I'm an animal, what do you want from me?”

“Don't move, big boy.” Eddie said before going to rifle through the drawer for the lube and a condom. 

Settling back in position Eddie poured a small amount of lube over his fingers then rubbed it slowly into Steve's asshole. Beads of precum dripped down Steve's cock and Eddie groaned at the beautiful sight. 

Sliding his tongue up Steve's shaft Eddie lapped up the clear fluid enjoying the taste. When again Eddie fully took Harrington’s cock into his mouth he also pushed his middle finger into Steve, painfully slow, reveling in the feel of each inch of his finger being gripped by Steve's tight entrance. 

A high crescendo of sounds escaped Steve's throat, sharp intakes of breath followed by half formed moans. Eddie was almost too excited by the way Steve reacted to his touch, he pulled out and pushed in again at the same sole pace. 

Steve made a sound close to a whimper then started grinding down on Eddie's fingers, fucking himself at a faster pace. Taking the hint Eddie added a second finger then a third and started finger fucking Steve at a brutal speed, working Steve cock faster and deeper swallowing hard when he had Harrington's cock buried deep in his throat. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Steve cried out, bucking and grinding in time with Eddie's movement. 

Eddie was desperate, he wanted so badly to make Steve drown him with cum, wanted it hot in his throat and spilling out his lips. It only took a few more moments before Steve gave him exactly that. 

Moaning at the cum spurting down his throat Eddie swallowed, and swallowed his fingers now fully pushed into Steve as he milked at his insides. 

Once Steve finished cummung and his body started to relax Eddie pulled away long enough to pull his own throbbing cock out and slide the condom over himself. 

“Do you still want me to fuck you” Eddie asked in a husky voice. 

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” Steve answered as he readjusted himself on the couch making room for Eddie to climb between his legs. 

“You want my pretty cock inside you?” Eddie asked in a teasing voice. 

Steve yanked Eddie down on top of him, kissing him roughly as he wrapped his legs around Eddie's back. Eddie groaned in pleasure at the eagerness of the man under him, Steve reached down and grabbed Eddie's cock aligning it with his ass and slowly pushing himself up onto Eddie's erection. 

Steve tossed his head back and moaned, squeezing his legs tighter around Eddie to push him further inside. Again Harrington moaned, loud and satisfying, Eddie flicked his hips up just as he sunk his teeth into Steve's neck, one hand holding the back of the couch for support and the other digging into Steve's hip. 

“Fuck!” Steve screamed, his body twitching into Eddie's as he started fucking himself harder with Eddie's cock. 

“God dammit, Steve. You're so fucking needy, fucking me like a little slut.” Eddie growled into Steve's ear as he ground his hips into Steve. 

The way Steve's ass gripped his cock and the moan that spilled out at the word Slut had Eddie's balls tightening and his blood singing with pleasure. Moving the hand on Steve's hip down to roughly jerk up Steve's thigh Eddie fucked into him deeper, harder, faster.

Steve was writhing under Eddie, moaning like he was trying to be louder than the thunder rattling the windows, his hips jerking in a frenzied rush. 

Eddie bit into Steve's shoulder, hard and unforgiving, which pushed Steve over the edge and him splattered hot cum between them. Eddie moaned at the way Steve's body clenched around him, pounding harder and harder into him it till he spilled into the condom, pushed as far into Steve as their bodies would allow. 

Eyes half lidded from the orgasm Steve continued to ever so slowly fuck himself with Eddie's spent cock causing him to bite down deeper into Harrington's shoulder. 

After a moment their body's began to relax, Eddie sucked at the deep bite before pulling away from Steve and collapsing on the floor.

For a long moment they both just laid there, trying to catch their breaths while the aftershocks of their shared orgasms passed. Eddie closed his eyes, pulling the used condom off and tying the end up so it didn't leak out.

Eddie felt Steve take the condom, then he felt Steve lay down beside him, pulling the thick blanket over them both before he settled into Eddie's side. 

[thatcupofdirt]

fuck you all and fuck me as well, merry christmas. check your bathroom now /ref

[mdq]

Fuck you all and fuck me as well. Merry Christmas. Check your bathroom now.

[fictionkinfessions]

"wow, haha, its christmas! bathroom tomb joke, haha, so fynny!" i will personally strangle you.

if i see the words "fuck you all, and fuck me as well. merry christmas. check your bathroom now." one more time, i am going to do it a third time.

i hate christmas.

Rainer 💿🎁